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Red Heels (Namjoon x Reader)

Word Count: 5.3k(ish)

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem Reader

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Kissing, undressing (Namjoon does it to you), sexy talk, seduction elements, foot fucking/foot job, foot fetish elements, (implied) alcohol consumption, orgasms (his), masturbating (him),cumming on you, praise, flirting, fixation on wealth. If I missed some, so be it.

Genre: PwP, Established relationship (early)

AUs: CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon

Summary: Clothing makes the man. When you put on a pair of heels, you find out what it does to your man.

Author’s Note: An early birthday gift for @worldwideseal. It was directly inspired and in honor of dear little sis (seal).

Anyone else who likes CEO Namjoon, enjoy it too. Please ignore types, etc. If something doesn't look or read right, please just overlook it and enjoy the story. I'm human and not perfect.

Tag List: @worldwideseal @kiestrokes

The box sat on the bed for a full 10 minutes. That was how long it took you to reach over, open the lid and set it aside. The contents hadn’t changed from when you arrived earlier, but that didn’t mean you believed Namjoon when he’d told you with a smile.

After tracing the tissue paper lining the interior, you peeled a portion back and leaned closer. Red shoes weren’t usually your thing, but these were beautiful—a rich, burgundy shade and patent leather to give a shiny finish. The heel portion was so high there was no way you’d be capable of walking through a club with these things on. 

You hadn’t even experienced being this close to shoes with a price tag as steep as these had to be. Not without a thick pane of storefront glass between. 

If my girls could see me now.

Some of your squad were shoe whores and you couldn’t imagine how they’d react sitting here, now. At the end of this perfectly made California king bed, staring into the open box and perfect sinful looking high heels. 

These were the tools of a grown woman. You were well above legal age and it wasn’t your first heel rodeo, but these? So perfect looking? Such impressive, dagger-like points. You had a bit more confidence dating such a man of expensive tastes like Namjoon, but this was pushing your comfort level.

Not that you hated it–in fact the sight of these shoes, gleaming under the warm golden of his bedroom’s recessed lighting, had you tight and tingly. Lips barely parted, you let a pointer finger caress the toe of the shoe, feeling the smooth surface. 

Beyond the semi-cracked door you heard the clink of glasses and a deep, rolling laugh. Namjoon’s familiar sound of delight further away in the penthouse. He’d been just as overjoyed seeing you at his door about half an hour before and kissed you so long the world almost faded from lack of breath. 

From there he’d gotten straight to assigning tasks: back to the bedroom. Find the box on the bed. Put them on and come back out to him. After a deep inhale you stood up and swept both palms down your hips, smoothing the simple wrap dress, feeling your shape underneath. 

“Now or never, Y/n. Do it–it’s something to tell the girls. And jealousy is its own reward.” 

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You made it to the end of the hallway and stood, fingers lightly gripping the frame. Namjoon, deeply absorbed in his phone, didn’t notice your arrival. That gave you a moment to enjoy him, and you didn’t waste a second of it. 

He was always dressed well. On point regardless of the situation. At this moment his slacks and ivory sweater did wonders to darken his natural tone about a shade. The close cut, black hair–often more stark and angular in the suits he seemed to love living in– now looked velvety, begging to be touched. 

This is YOUR man. You had to remind yourself to breathe AND hold onto that crucial detail: however good he looked, Namjoon wasn’t available to any and all women in the city. Tonight he was all yours.

“I’m back..” You finally broke the silence, pulling his brief glance, then another just as quickly. The classic double take, and it made you puff a bit. All you’d done was changed shoes and he did that? Going from flats to heels elevated you not just a few inches in height, but in self confidence. 

Namjoon took his time, focus roving down until he reached the heels and you lifted a foot, posing with a sexy bend of one leg and a half turn of the hips. It gave you shape AND accentuated the lines of your body. 

Or so you’d assumed, repeating the pose you’d seen in so many movies and boudoir style photos. He turned completely your way and stood up, holding out a hand. You approached and enjoyed the plush heat of his touch as he laced fingers with you and raised your arm. The hint of a tug and turn had you rotating in place.

This time Namjoon appraisal was blatant, drinking in the rest of your shape with an even wider smile. He seemed relaxed enough, considering. A cluck of the tongue, then he dropped the hand and you let it hang at your side 

Your eyes followed as he slowly strolled around you. This wasn’t a serious, patrolling march or anything with purpose, like you imagined he did at work. Every step in this moment was undiluted leisure and you loved watching his form circling. Pacing. 

Whatever he was thinking, his features changed: concerted focus became curiosity, then settled on satisfaction and a nod. 

“As I hoped.” 

“Yeah?” The previously lifted foot met carpet and the weight of your body relaxed into the dagger point of the heel. It wasn’t long before a subtle tremble started. At least Namjoon was looking into your eyes, having stopped directly in front and center of your view. 

It was like he knew exactly where to place himself at all times, to get and keep attention. And unlike you, he seemed to enjoy it. Especially when the focus came from you. There was never a flicker of nerves or doubt in the energy he radiated. 

“Mmnnhmm. You look stunning.”

Again your hands took a quick swipe down your sides, higher than your hips this time. Your shoulders shifted in a tiny shrug. He didn’t miss it, frowning in a blink.

“...Y/n… Don’t be that way. You’re top tier. I think you can trust my judgment of quality, when I see it.” 

“I do.” You swallowed and twisted a tiny bit of dress material between your thumb and forefinger. When Namjoon’s touch found your chin and lifted it, you stilled. His boring gaze went right down to the very center of your soul. 

Another wan smile and Namjoon’s eyes softly beaming with patience. “Good. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I want many things when you’re with me—some I can buy and give. The others I want to do.” 

You managed a hard gulp around what felt like a lump in your throat, but nothing was there. Instead the weight settled into your belly. And a pleasant sting of heat pierced you, dead center, above the thighs, drawing them closer and squeezing the muscles impossibly tight in painfully slow motion. 

“Yeah?” 

Namjoon nodded and his fingers trailed down, following the low front of your dress to peel one side of the wrapped material and hook a finger, then tug it away, exposing a bit of one breast. Flesh heaved as his eyes flinched a little wider and that succulent mouth dropped open with a groaning exhale. 

You didn’t move. No leaning away. No squirming. No grabbing at the material shifted in exposure. Just standing here, taking the inspection and approval like a horny little doe at the den of the lion. It felt fantastic. The more vocal of your squad might complain about objectification at being studied like this, but you loved it coming from Namjoon. 

It made you feel sexy. Alive. 

“You like these heels, Y/n?” Namjoon was off again, walking away, taking your eyes with him as he went to the far end of the room, to a small cabinet and opened the top. An array of shining glass bottles greeted you. He studied the selection, then pulled one from the slew and uncorked, glancing back over one shoulder. 

“I do..” You replied, reminded how high they felt as your other ankle trembled. You stabbed that heel firmer against the carpet underfoot and sighed in relief when the feeling stopped. Risking it, you tossed your hair, presenting calmness. Trying on a little coyness. 

“Good. I like you in them.” You watched his free hand grab a glass and bring it to the lip of the bottle as he tipped it. Liquid sloshed and trickled quietly. You watched the pouring until the glass was almost half full. 

Namjoon set the bottle down, corked it, then turned and came back. Ever casual in his stride, bringing the glass to his lips. He stopped just where he’d been in front of you and took a testing sip before he spoke, and when he did the glass rim pressed your lower lip in offering. 

“I’d like to see you in them tonight.” 

You grinned and shook your head. “I am..” Unconsciously one foot twisted to bend your leg at a coquettish angle. “Did you forget?” 

Namjoon’s smile was brief, then his lips thinned. “Sip.” His head bobbed. When you did, the liquid coasted over your tongue and fumes rolled down your throat. Then came right back up, through your nostrils. As you sputtered Namjoon glared over the glass as he brought it to his lips and tilted it again. This time he took a sizable swallow–nearly half the remainder–then set the glass on the coffee table nearby. 

“I won’t forget. I couldn’t, sweetheart.” His eyes wandered to your middle and stayed there. He went on, much quieter, words infused with the scent of whiskey. “Let me make myself a little more clear. I want to see you in these heels tonight—ONLY the heels.” 

“J–just the—” You stalled, looking down. Like you needed to confirm those beautiful red things encasing all ten delicate toes and your very ticklish arch. Fingers pinched your chin again, raising your eyes back to where they belonged. You were hopelessly falling for Namjoon. Right into the hellfire of his stare. 

“---For a bit. We can take it all off later, if we need to. We’ve been naked together. I think you like the way I feel with nothing on. I know I like you that way.” 

The spaciousness of the room was changing. The walls might not have been closing in for real, but the air was rapidly leaving, no matter how deep a breath you tried to take. Your head swam. Your vision blurred, lids dropping, considerably heavier.

You barely made out the light pressure of Namjoon’s palm bracing your shoulder. 

“It’s okay. Close your eyes…” The quietly chuckled words told you he knew. He ALWAYS knew. Namjoon was made to be in control, even when you went into a situation blind. He lived for control and tonight–right now–you lived to give that control up. So you did as he said: eyes gratefully succumbing, shut tightly. 

Your dress fell down both shoulders and arms until they were free. Quick enough you smothered in the taste of his cologne when the warmth of his cheek brushed by your neck. He must have been leaning downwards as the dress shuffled lower to your hips.

Soon there was nothing but the remains of the dress pooled around those expensive heels. He made a joke of the panties you’d bothered to wear, bringing them down. Then the bra, last, coming away from your trembling breasts. It hit the floor with silence. No fanfare. No pawing at those aching shapes. You were bare as bare could be–except for the heels---just as Namjoon had wanted. 

Namjoon’s warmth was gone and his voice came from a bit further away. Fingers circled your wrist and motion started. You opened your eyes to see him walking, leading you to a chaise across from the doorway.

“Lay down.” He took a step just behind you and gently pushed at your lower back. 

“Here?” You squeaked, looking at the tufted, deep gray, leathery surface. There was a sensuous curve to the chaise. It spoke to antique lines but modern details with the hints of metal frame here and there in places. Perhaps for reinforcement, but you didn’t know enough about furniture to understand the finer points.

All you knew was how you leaned forward and earned a grunt at your back. The gentle push became a curled grasp on your side, turning your back to the furniture and towards Namjoon’s tut. 

“Facing me, thank you.” A dimple greeted you on one of his cheeks. Namjoon watched down his nose as your ass slowly met the cushioned seat and you leaned back until both elbows braced, sinking faintly into the surface density. 

“Like this?” You queried shakily.

Even though you were off your feet, it didn’t mean you weren’t still feeling wobbly or disoriented enough. Namjoon nodded in approval, then reached out and traced your shin. He filled the other free palm with a handful of the growing bulge at the fly of his slacks. Your hands clenched in jealousy. 

YOU should be the one grabbing him and kneading. It just wasn’t fair. 

“Yes. Just like that. Now—” He took a moment to watch his trapped cock, manhandling the organ with rolling fingers and a twist of the wrist. It must have felt good enough based on the long, low moan that followed. “—Let’s talk about this..” This was his cock that was free of his slacks in record time tonight. It was thick, even in his grip, the tip shiny and darker with the pressure of his grip riding up and down the shaft. 

“You like this?” He raised a brow, staring at your face again. Your belly shivered as you whined. It was the most rhetorical question in the history of obvious answers, but you did your part and gave a nod. 

“It’s beautiful.” 

His lips fanned into a smile and his fist slowed. Squeezed harder making the tip bubble as his Adam's apple bounced. 

“I’m glad. I love the way it feels squeezed deep inside you. You’re such a tight fit, you know how fucking GOOD that feels, Y/n?” 

You could guess but silence was your response. You waited, eyes a little more open and lips shining when you licked the sudden rush of saliva back from the surface. 

“I think we both know sex is in the plans tonight, but I was hoping to play around a little bit with your body. Would you be game for that?”

That Namjoon was standing here, cock in hand, looking as good as he did with chest heaving under his sweater, slacks immodestly open and stroking himself and STILL asking you was beyond reason. 

“Whatever you want..” 

“I want you to say Yes–.” 

“Yes.” You interjected. No need to hear what it was. You were game. But Namjoon wasn’t satisfied with that. His brows knitted as he smirked. 

“Let me tell you, baby, so we can do this right and you can give informed consent. That’s so important.” You adored his consistency, but right now, you wanted what was pumping through his fist more than anything. You watched his face, quietly waiting.

“I want to see those heels on you. Lift them up?” 

Your legs shook but you managed to balance with weight entirely tipped back against your elbows, both legs raised. Unsure where to put them, your feet hovered, and swayed less than a shoulder’s width apart. 

Namjoon stepped forward, capturing one ankle with his free hand and looping it to pull that leg out more, closer to his cock. He did the same with the other leg until your heel clad almost touched. There was barely a gap enough to see through the diamond space between both feet, right to the triangular shape of his body just beyond. 

“That’s perfect..” Namjoon’s hum was full of appreciation and approval. It helped you to feel a little better about any weirdness you felt right now with legs raised. Here–in his penthouse. Another moment guaranteed to feed you from the jealousy alone if you squad ever saw. 

You didn’t ask why he arranged your feet like this because as soon as the question rose in your mind, Namjoon was answering with a purposeful movement: guiding your soles down a little and angling his hips up, leading with the glossy tip of his cock. The concave shape was hot and blunt as it brushed your ankle when he nudged through that gap between your feet. 

Your eyes followed the thick tip peeping through and sliding back, just as slowly. He stepped closer, fingers of a free hand looping one ankle as he pulled your feet closer. His other hand slid up and down his shaft more intentionally as his eyes roamed up to your thighs, then back down to the heels. 

A menacing tremble started just above your knees. You’d always prided yourself on strong leg muscles but didn’t mean they were ready to be tested quite like this, with someone like Namjoon standing there, milking his cock with a wrist that flexed and rolled faster with every passing second. 

His heavy gaze flitted to your face and those decadent lips thinned, a soft bite plunging into the pink surface. A grin made them change shape–flirty. Sexy. Grown man energy. Everything you LOVED about this man. 

Namjoon didn’t have to say much: his gaze and his radiating energy did so much to stoke the rising tide deep in your belly. The heat crept down from your hips, heading for your calves as you caught the slippery crackle of Namjoon’s fist. His knuckled blanched under the pressure as he followed a vein on the top of your right foot to where it disappeared under the edge of the heel, just before your toes. 

“God baby….” The words slid free in a low rumble. Namjoon’s tongue chased the edges of his lips. He pumped his fist a little faster. Slowed at the tip, rolling his wrist again, then down he went to the base. His brows lowered, bringing shadows to the shining depths of his eyes. That broad chest expanded under his shirt. 

You clenched and his shoulders flexed back. His head went next as he stared up at the ceiling and squeezed your ankle tighter. It was intense pressure but not enough to hurt. In fact it did nothing to touch the pure desire washing through every inch of your skin right now. 

Your weight was building a dull pain in your shoulders as you braced into the twin points, willing your eyes to stay right where they belonged: on Namjoon’s handsome face. On his brooding stare that was back to exploring your face. 

In this moment, even if he had mostly all his clothing on with only a simple opening for access to the needed parts, it might as well be like there was nothing separating you. Never before Namjoon had you quite experienced feeling completely bare of anything to hide behind—clothing or objects. 

There was something in the way Namjoon watched you that stripped all else away. Nothing would ever be enough to put between you and this man to hide from him. And why would you want to? 

“You look so good..” You finally managed to push words out. How little justice they did to describe the way things felt. The awe he had you in right now. Fist still riding up and down his shaft, Namjoon offered another smile. 

“Yeah?” He raised a brow and glanced down, watching himself for a moment. There wasn’t a single grain of self consciousness or inhibition when he did so. You envied that and it spiked your arousal so much you could barely manage a full breath. 

When you exhaled it was a needy whine. And that pulled Namjoon’s focus back to you–your body and face. The way your hips twisted one way and your breasts went the other. A violent shudder had your breasts trembling under the bedroom light. 

Namjoon grasped and held himself right at the base as his eyes narrowed on your heels again. He leaned over just enough to study them along one side. The head of his cock sparkled. A long, glassy thread slowly descended, riding the knuckles of that hand, then dropping to the floor.

“These heels and you… EXACTLY as good as I imagined you’d look.” He purred. The firm grip from before was turning into a vice.

Your sudden moan was loud. Bursting from the slacked O of your lips. It was the kind of response that demanded attention and left zero doubt. Fuck being polite or reserved. Namjoon certainly was putting on a show. If he wanted an audience reaction, he’d get it.

And audience participation too. 

You twisted again, hips and breasts changing sides as they twisted the opposite ways once more. “Please..” You bleated.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon chuckled, clearing a large bead of precum from the end of his cock with a swipe of his thumb. It must have felt divine–his belly muscles seizing in perfect unison. 

Namjoon’s hips rolled into that pumping fist. It was automatic with perfect coordination. He didn't need to think about his pace. Whatever focus he had could be spent entirely on you and the feelings you were creating wearing these heels. 

Just laying here, looking like what he suddenly wanted most in the world. And you knew what YOU wanted. He shouldn’t be the only one getting what his heart and body desired. 

“What’s wrong…” You mournfully laughed. “You say, standing there, stroking like that.” At the same time you both looked at his hand, still going. Still stroking that long, thick cock that was so shiny it almost gleamed. 

“Mmmmnn. That’s not MY fault, Y/n. I’m just responding to what I like. It’s a natural thing.” A few fingers stoked along the arch of the heel and explored up behind, finding your Achilles tendon to tickle. Inside the tip of the heel your toes twitched and you swallowed hard. 

The barest hint of pressure and he’d shifted the heel off, exposing the back of your foot. 

“Well..I can think of something that’s more natural.” 

“Yeah?” The back of the other heel came free seconds later. In short order the high heels were dangling perilously by your toes. Ten small digits were all that kept your feet from experiencing the stabbing thrust of Namjoon’s ungodly cock.

And you really couldn’t handle the way any longer. Your thighs squeezed together, body shifting down the chaise.  Getting closer to the lion’s mouth might just be enough to make him take the bait and get you what you wanted. The very same thing you were certain he needed–and sooner than he was trying to imply.

“The heels..” You gasped, hearing the muted thump as both hit the floor with a tumble.

Namjoon took another step closer, bringing his grip back to both ankles with an impressive finger span. His fingers managed to wrap around both ankles and leave very little gap, but still held on so damned tight.

“I told you.. Sex is on the schedule tonight. We’re not getting through the night without it. But it’s not quite right just yet.. I want this..” Namjoon’s voice dropped and the angle of his hips changed as he dagger his cock up, through the gap in your pinned soles. 

It was all sensation: an almost overstimulating level of sensitivity as the silky, wet heat of a girthy cock slid through, then back. Over and over. Watching the way Namjoon fucked that small space and the way every breath was building in frequency, it was a good as being inside you for the moment. 

This was some kind of bewitching spell, every time he bottomed out. Each meeting of your soles to the rumpled chaos of his bunched sweater and haphazardly clinging slacks. The fathoms deep grunts bookending every forward hip tick was slowly unraveling you. 

Heat flooded behind your breastbone and under your cheeks as you stared up, watching the tension crest on Namjoon’s handsome face. Just as you noted a few shining spots near his temples, he let out a booming moan and his stroke stuttered. 

“I’m close baby..” He was almost menacing, the way such a heavy stare pinned you down. Pressed so hard he could be leaning every pound onto you from above and there would be no difference. You weren’t getting out from under this–not until he was good and ready. 

“Y/n..” He rasped, his hips rocking. Jerking. Hitching as his breath did the same. Another firm ram against your soles and his finger strangled around bone just above your heels. Let him shatter your ankle bones, if that was part of the journey to his satisfaction, you were glad for it. 

“Joon..” You replied. 

“Tell me you want me to cum. I want to see my cum all over these pretty feet..” 

“---The heels..” You interjected, uncaring where they actually were. 

“Fuck the heels.. I want to see this. To see myself on YOU. Please..” Horny desperation looked so good on this man–like every other look he ventured into, even in passing. There wasn’t any emotion he couldn’t wear and make it look appealing. But that’s how it was with a successful man like Namjoon.

His mouth became an even line. Both nostrils fanned and paled as he flexed them so hard, drawing in and blasting out a massive breath. Guts heavy and sinking, boiling hot, you nodded. 

“Do it..” You whispered. 

“I want to hear you say it..” He snarled. The head of his cock had gone shockingly darker with pressure. He must have been in agony but you loved it. He was a man who didn’t wait. Who didn’t ask casually or frequently. But he was doing it now.

For you. Waiting on YOU. The undiluted power and control you had at the moment. Your head and the world swayed with the mini nod you gave a moment later, chasing it with a muted “Cum for me, Joon. Please..” 

No sooner had the blessing left your lips and he was going again. Slamming himself through the gap of your joined feet, watching his length, dipping in and out. Forward and back. The first spurt arced and met your naked belly not long after Namjoon let out a struggling gasp. 

As his stare went miles beyond this space as more warm fluid dappled your belly. It was a short time before Namjoon’s eyes cleared, finding your face. He huffed, a cheeky smile blooming across his face. Stealing a glance down, he eased his semi-soft cock backwards through the gap and leaned away just enough. One hand went to work tucking things back in and doing up his slacks enough and he came back to your face with a much more relieved gaze. 

Maybe another woman with a clearer mind would have felt a little self conscious laying here, feet in the air in front of this handsome man, with a milky, warm load cooling on her belly. You couldn’t imagine that feeling at this moment, floating at the heights of attractive and sexy. Proud.  On all the earth it was just you, in his eyes. Namjoon was the pinnacle too, neck lines slick as his head tipped back and he swallowed hard.

His hands fell away from your feet and immediately you rested them on the portion of chaise you could make out under naked sole. Your toes dug into the tight leather of the surface, making dull indentations. 

It was like surveying a battlefield and victory, the way Namjoon’s eyes glimmered as they wandered your mid section. 

“Not bad.” He finally sighed. 

“I noticed you tend to understate...” You retorted, unable to keep the corners of your mouth from widening and bending in a grin. “Is that a habit or do you have to intend to do it?” 

Hands rested on his hips and Namjoon cocked his head. Such a simple move broadened his upper body so much–especially those wide shoulders that left so much room for arms…. Or thighs. 

“For myself I’ve got higher expectations.” 

You traced the perimeter of the largest puddle near your navel and giggled. “In my opinion you’ve more than surpassed them.” 

“Mmmnnn. Is that so?” 

“Yes.” You took Namjoon’s hand fully expecting to be helped up, off the chaise. 

He brought you up but then hauled you close to him. Scrambling a bit, one leg haphazardly hooked around his ass cheek and his brows wiggled briefly. He knew goddamn well what would happen. You’d never been as steady on your feet as the average person, let alone Namjoon. Instead of mocking you, he seemed to quite enjoy it. 

“Well.. Thank you, Y/n. I’m hoping I exceed them later too.. When we—” Namjoon trailed off, watching the back of two fingers as he guided them along your jaw, to your chin. A soft grip, then he tipped your head up and leaned down, joining his lips to your own. 

The kiss was like a cloud: plush. Refreshing. Sluggish but beautiful to admire as it went on and on. Eventually he broke away leaving your eyes barely squinting at his smiling face and your glossy lips working soundlessly. 

“Why did you stop?” You mewled. 

Namjoon tutted and stroked his thumb across your lower lip. “There’s more that I want to do than kiss..” 

“I meant what you were saying before… ‘When we–’ what?”

“I’d rather show you. We’ve got time.” A brief sideways glance and he noted the time. You hadn’t bothered to notice how many clocks he had around this place any of the times you’d stayed here and only barely learned the rooms in which you’d spent the most time.

 “...I don’t THINK you had plans to go anywhere else tonight? Am I taking up your time for other things?” 

“Don’t even ask me that as a joke..” You scoffed, resisting the urge to cross your arms. “We both know I’m not leaving.” 

“I never presume. I just hope. Call it optimism.” 

“Aren’t you the certainty type? You’re successful enough you shouldn’t need to hope.” 

“When it comes to some things I’m not as selfish and cocky as to make assumptions.” Without a doubt Namjoon was talking about you and it felt fantastic. Made you feel giddy and light headed. Made things tingle. Had your heart racing. It seemed a lot about Namjoon had the same effect. 

“I’m going to go get comfortable in the living room. Join me?” 

“...Can I put something on?” You ventured quietly triggering Namjoon to look you over again. 

“Counter offer: I’ll take all of this off. You won’t need to feel any type of way about being naked with me.” Whatever type of ‘way’ you might feel, none of it was the kind to make you add layers of clothing. And he was going to be the death of you, being so comfortable with existing as nature made him. If you worked your whole life could you ever be as confident as Namjoon was? 

You nodded finally, nibbling your lip as he turned your hand over and kissed the back, just below the knuckles, then he dropped your hand and pulled back, giving you space to move by. He began the methodical process of gathering the sweater at the bottom to pull it off. 

You couldn’t watch or you’d be bolted in place and the evening would end here–once round 2 started. Whatever THAT might entail. You had some idea, based on the subtle increase of the bowing at his fly. He was tireless. Insatiable. 

“I like that.” You eked out. “Deal.”

“Very good.” Namjoon’s chin tilted up. “Now..go. You know the way. I’ll join you shortly.” 

As you turned he grunted and it stalled your retreat, bringing a glance back over one shoulder to find his faux glare. And the hottest fake displeasure you’d ever seen on a man. 

“...The heels. Don’t forget those.” 

“Y..you said wearing nothing.” 

He smirked, one brow rising further, angling sharply in challenge. “Shoes on. ONLY the shoes. I told you–you in  those ONLY. I wasn’t talking in the short term. Take them along. I’ll see you in the living room.” 

You were grateful not to fall over as you ducked down and grabbed the heels, still perfectly neat and alluring laying on the carpet as they’d been on your feet. But it was also to assume you were the added touch that brought these heels to the peak of perfection to a man who was hard to impress. That made it worth spending the whole weekend in them, if he wanted. 

Red heels it is Namjoon. Whatever you want, I want it to.

Julia

sis you’ve done it again and i needed this escape especially as we’re heading into summer and i’m ready for change. thank you ❤️ i love you.

also this was a sneak peek of me tonight, processing the fic:

let’s just say i’m not okay but i am okay because of this fic. it ruined me yet cured me. i need that hunk of a man in my life and i WILL marry him. the other seals can’t even spell “marry”. sorry about it.

A Matter Of Time (Namjoon x Reader)

Word Count: 6.1k (ish)

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Unprotected sex, semi-public sex, night sex, flirting, kissing (tongue and other), making out, drinking, missionary sex, cumming on (you), orgasms (yours and his), dirty talk, oral sex (licking, sucking), intense sex, mouth fixation, finger sucking, fantasizing, semi/public nudity, spying/voyeurism (mild), thinking about Namjoon's big cock. Probably missed a few!

Genre: PWP, Strangers to lovers

AUs: Mildly CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon

Summary: It's just a vacation at a beautiful resort. ..And it's just a matter of time until it becomes more.

Author’s Note: for @worldwideseal. Suffer well, dear sis. Purely for escape and sauce. Don't trouble yourself with the hows or gaps in this plot, just enjoy.

Thank you for reading, should you choose to. If you feel like letting me know what you liked with a comment, I'd love to hear. Reblogging is ALWAYS appreciated, but never required.

Tag List: @kiestrokes @askkrisachan

The travel agency had promised so many beautiful scenes. By far, this view outstripped them all. And this was not the result of losing track of time in tropical heat or some sun baked illusion. 

This was as real as it got: A man, paused at the bow of a decent sized yacht. 

The resort brochure had boats—all shapes and sizes. Certainly ones just like this, but being this close to one wasn’t on your itinerary. But snorkeling was, and you’d been doing fairly well at it. 

Right up until you’d come to the surface to snatch a quick breath and saw the form, standing at the boat front. You sunk lower into the water, until only your nose and eyes showed.

Even the wide lens of the snorkel goggles didn’t diminish this impressive silhouette. Especially not such narrow hips. Or the way his body just widened the higher your stare went. You’d never seen a shoulder span like this, or a neck so elegantly long and thick.

He wore a smile as he rolled it right, face upturned to the sun.

Whatever might be on his mind, the man wore no concern, letting the sun wash across his sparkling face. Head to toe, every inch of skin shimmered. 

You were certainly close enough to watch a few rivulets trickling down one side of his neck. And admire the way his hair was slicked along his scalp with almost artistic swirls. He ran fingers through a section, head rolling your way. 

You snorted. A few bubbles broke the surface in front of your face as you bobbed, legs slowly kicking independent of where your focus was: fully zeroing in on this stranger. He certainly looked content relaxing one hip into the bow rail. 

I KNEW I should have brought my camera. It was your best investment yet: a waterproof style that you’d saved a bit to purchase. Snorkeling had a purpose and you’d kicked yourself all morning after realizing the camera was sitting on the bed back at the hotel, unused.

Based on the man preening in silence, the camera’s full potential was going entirely to waste.

Wouldn’t have been a crime to sneak a snap or two of this hunk between shots of clownfish and stingrays. Or coral beds and seaweed. 

It got better when you actually noted he wasn’t wearing a stitch. It was all bare skin top to toes. He spent a long time in the sun like this because the only parts a shade lighter were the rounds of his ass. 

You had to give it to him, those were the best tan lines you’d EVER seen. Following the down slope of his abdomen, you caught the peek of familiar shape. Thick and bare. Your eyes popped as your gaze dragged to the other end of the boat, finding letters, painted immaculately in black with fleur-de-lis shapes accenting.

Fanta-sea 

That’s cute. You had a passing concept of boat names, knowing enough that they were usually clever, humorous, or even punny at times. This name suited the owner. As far as you were concerned, he met the definition of a fantasy.

Foremost, yours but who even KNEW how many other women. There was no way on God’s green earth this man was here without company. And if he was? A resort this nice would soon fix that.

You took an unabashed eyeful of the man's ass when he turned away, readily deciding this was the choicest ass you’d ever seen. What you’d managed to see of his front was surpassed only with this angle. He was blessed with long legs and hamstrings defined by sections of tight muscle.

It was truly a delight for the eyes as he strolled towards the bridge, then ducked through an open door there. With him gone, your shoulders surfaced and tension ebbed away. That didn’t stop your lips trembling.

“Jesus..” 

Yes, you’d been floating out here for a while, finally accustomed to the temperature, but now a chill ran the length of your body. Skin prickled against the flow as you began a sluggish dog paddle, heading for the shore. 

Although you’d started further down from where the yacht floated, it was hard to believe you’d missed it this easily. Every stroke against the current, you tried not to look back. Tried not to think about how he looked. How long he might be staying and was it the same resort? 

For now, he seemed to be alone. There’d been no telling giggle, or signs of anyone else there to share the space and the view. No other body sprawled out on the deck, soaking up sunlight. That lack just added more questions to a rapidly growing list. 

First and most pressing of all: What is his name? 

The second followed just as doggedly, sinking claws into your brain: How could I even meet this guy?

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The ‘how’ came about all on its own, when you stood at the bar, watching the bartender pouring your drink. Until this moment, you’d been all too fixated on how close he could get to the top and not spill a single drop. 

Just beyond the bartender’s left side, you noticed the stare. It wasn’t that you’d gotten to really see the face clearly, but you didn’t need to. 

The shoulders were enough, even stressing the crisp white shirt of the form leaned against the bar, directly across the way. 

And your confusion dimmed the lazy jazz and island fused beats down to a thrum as his stare held. You found the barstool suddenly so preciously high with both feet swinging inches off the floor. 

Your fingers gripped the bar edge as you watched the man stand and make his way around. When he did, you knew that body, even a layer of clothing on.

With a warm evening breeze playing through your hair, your eyes followed the white, linen shirt approaching. It fluttered around the man’s chest as he braced an elbow into the counter next to your left side. 

His smile had one dimple and the very subtle shadow of a second on the other cheek. The neon signs above the bar reflected in his curious stare. Both dark brows twitched up.

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” At least you managed to speak up. Although the resort bar wasn’t packed at this hour, it was easy to hear your racing heart. The pace was much more than when you’d been kicking through the waves to chase exotic fish or explore coral reefs. And the view, even better.

A glass slid nearer. The man glanced there, then came back to your face. “Yours?” 

As you lifted the glass the contents shivered briefly. Your lips met the rim with a responsive “Mmhmm.”

“Are you here alone?” He was moving along, another temperate breeze washing around you both. He wasn’t afraid to ask what you’d wondered earlier. You were beyond certain that this WAS that same man.

Your skin felt alive. It wasn’t just tropical heat, and it would soon be moving to other places. Several, ready to respond as intended around a good looking man like this. 

You gulped down a mouthful of fruity coolness, hoping a little liquid courage would go a long way. Especially with your mind full of nothing but the recall of this man’s bare ass and smiling face, soaking up the sun hours ago. 

But do you admit that? How could someone even approach that kind of thing? You couldn’t very well say ‘Yes I saw you naked, on a boat. No big deal..’ It wasn’t exactly a nudist resort here and he probably didn’t even think anyone would see as far down the beach as you’d gone. 

It must have been written all over your face, because the man’s head inclined as his expression devolved into a cheeky grin. “What is it?” 

“I’m alone.” You replied. His stare intensified, his upper body inching closer,closing off space for the breeze roiling its way down the bar, heading at you both again. Your skin was starting to get clammy. 

“Is there something else?” 

“..No.” Your eyes moved to the glass, sweating on the counter nearby and your nails drumming the wooden bartop. Out of beat and tapping the nail points in a nervous staccato. 

He didn’t break eye contact. “I’m here alone too. How rare do you think that is?” 

“Not that rare.” You ventured. 

There was no way to really know, but you hadn’t missed the pairs and groups of people wandering around in the previous days. The beach was riddled with goers, all laughing and communing around you and your lone towel, umbrella pitched at an angle as you squinted into a book and sucked down a mimosa for a few hours. 

It wasn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t like you’d been able to say you were having the MOST fun you could have. You had plenty of things to do and a partner or friends would just drag your schedule down. 

“I think it’s interesting, anyway.” 

While he was facing the bar and ordering a drink, you studied his face. The man’s skin had become dewy. The sheen went all the way down into the space at the top of his shirt. This wasn’t like ocean water evaporating in the midday sun rays.

This was a muggy summer sweat, which ALSO suited him well. It was getting hard to ignore the darker spots starting to appear where the sweat concentrated most, at the center of his broad chest.  

He turned back with a glass in hand, raised it, then sipped, you spoke up with fingers circling your own glass. You didn’t sip. The glass never even left the bar. 

“You’re here on that tour package–Island Escape?” It didn’t hurt to ask. “...I am. It was a great deal. Once in a lifetime thing, you know?” You added. Now felt like the right time to lay out your purpose for setting foot on these beautiful grounds, and it'd save him the trouble of asking.

He smiled again. “I’m more the self guided tour type.” 

“You travel a lot?” Alone, hopefully.

The man nodded. You smoothed hair from your neck, winding the sweat dampened strand around one finger. 

“Is it for work or…” Your voice trailed off. Bare toes curling, you came off the bar seat and went to the balls of both feet. You shouldn’t yield to the pressure pushing up from inside your hips, but there was every incentive NOT to ignore it. 

“..Or something.” The man’s lids lowered perceptibly, watching you over the glass as he took another long sip, then set it down, entirely facing you.

Something about that was so satisfying, despite being overwhelmed. KNOWING he was looking at you, versus you looking at him–with him unaware–was an entirely different ball game. 

“How often do you take these trips?” The man asked. 

“Let’s start with the important question.” You retorted, a smile breaking out. He mirrored it, showing just how perfect his teeth were too. 

“Hmm?” 

“What’s your name?”

His head dropped with a chuckle, making both shoulders dance and drooping the shirt front lower. Giving a clear-as-day view of the tight valley between his pecs. And hints of muscle there, judging by the shadows playing. Your throat clenched.  

“Yes, we SHOULD get that out of the way. A nagging detail, but probably important. I’m Namjoon.” 

After he said his name, he held out a hand. You found his grip warm and measured as he pumped your hand but didn’t let go first. You wanted to hold it all night, but reluctantly pulled your hand back and rested it palm down on your thigh, feeling the heat through your gauzy skirt.

“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, Namjoon.” 

Namjoon’s head bowed deeper this time, then he looked towards the resort, watching people further away. There were more couples. Somehow the attendance doubled between when you’d gotten here and when he’d come over. It wasn’t like anyone here knew you’d stumbled upon this man hours ago, when you’d seen him in a most intimate way–birthday suited and sun drenched.

For all you knew, this resort had a nudist beach portion. There was plenty to discover and you only had a handful of days. You’d only begun to check off a full list of activities, none of which stimulated below the belt. 

Until tonight. 

“You’ve been here a little while?” Namjoon asked, stepping closer. Standing that much closer. Within reach, more so than he’d been before. Unspoken respect, but that didn’t mean you weren’t more tempted to reach out and touch. 

Underneath your skirt, the heat was becoming too much. So was the ache that was gnawing through you.

“A couple days.” You agreed. 

“Me too. It’s nice this time of year.” 

“Is that your..boat?” 

Namjoon’s brows shot up again, then pinched briefly. “My boat?” He looked good, even feigning confusion, eyes shining playfully. 

“Yes.” You puffed a little. “Out there in the water–I saw it earlier.” 

“When?” He asked. 

“Today. I was snorkeling and I saw it….saw you.” Fire clawed up your neck. Namjoon caught the flutter in your lids and lowered his own more. He took a brief bite of his lower lip, then scoffed.  

“Did you? What was the name on the boat?” 

“Fanta-sea, I think.” Don’t think. I KNOW. And Namjoon KNEW that you knew. His face came a little closer.

“Yeah. That’s my yacht. Didn’t think anyone would be on the section of beach, down that far. Usually it’s empty.” 

Usually? You swallowed hard. “You’ve been there before?” Surely he meant the day before, or earlier than that. 

“This time of year, yes. Other times it’s pretty packed. I try to avoid it in the dead of the season.” 

“Season.” You echoed. Clarity was coming, rapidly. He wasn’t talking about it as a season vacation package-goer. This was so much more. 

“Mmhm. Travel season. When vacationers overrun this resort. It’s not too bad right now. But there are times..” He didn’t finish, chuckling. When he grew quiet you stared into his eyes. And he looked deeper into yours, stirring something that had your walls twitching. 

“Sounds rough..” You managed. You wanted to finish the rest of your drink but you were certain the glass would smash to the ground if you tried to pick it up right now. Instead, Namjoon pushed the glass further out of reach, following the bar top towards your hand. His fingers lightly rode the knuckles on the back of that hand. 

“Y/n..” He was solemn as another breeze wrestled the shirt around his body. Your thinned lips refused to release any kind of affirmative sound—not that he needed it to continue. “..Have you ever been on a yacht?”

You managed a head shake. 

“I want you to see mine. Come with me?” 

You wanted more than that. You wanted Namjoon, just as you’d seen him earlier, except bathed in moonlight, naked under your gaze. If you could be guaranteed a chance at that…. 

Once again, he must have read the desire telegraphing in microexpressions across your face when he took your hand, fingers laced easily through. He tugged you closer, staring down his nose. 

“Know you didn’t come here to see a boat, but trust me. It’ll be worth it.” 

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You’d managed a few indulgences in your time on this planet–the occasional spa day with your closest friend. A nice dinner with your parents. A birthday shopping spree at the best stores on the rich end of town. 

Stepping foot on a yacht wasn’t quite on your list, but not for the reason you’d assumed. Where you lived wasn’t close enough to a beach or convenient to fly to without sinking a whole day in and out of airports and planes. 

But this trip came with bonuses that checked the lux yacht experience off your list after inking it right at the top.

Stepping onto Namjoon’s yacht proved it was even BETTER from on board than it had appeared floating in the ocean and stone’s throw away. Even with just the moonlight painting the finely finished wood deck. 

The surface was cool under your feet as you paused away from the ladder and slipped off your flats. You laid them next to Namjoon’s shoes, arranged neatly side by side, then followed him as he moved towards the beam, where the yacht seemed to be widest. You could spin around, arms wide and never hope to hit a single thing–in fact ALL of your closest friends could do that very same thing with that guarantee. 

Namjoon had turned, watching your big eyes roaming with a measured smirk. Slowly his arms crossed at his chest. 

“View better from up here, hmm?” The wind was stronger here, and a bit cooler, coming off the water and the rocking of the yacht wasn’t noticeable as you’d expected. It was more an imperceptible sway. 

“It’s beautiful.” You marveled. 

Eventually your attention found its way to Namjoon, the darkness around consuming the taller portions of the ship, disappearing into the shadows if you squinted up or in any direction too far. 

Not that it mattered. 

This man standing just in sight, chest expanded, and the wind teasing his shape through whipping fabric was the best, most breathtaking view of them all. You weren’t even sure you’d noticed any stars in the sky as you gazed at Namjoon’s beaming smile. 

“When you saw me today….What was I doing?” A step brought Namjoon close again and you braced, leaning into the soft tilt you could feel in your senses as a wave rolled the giant yacht body a little. 

“Just…standing here.” You replied, skimming back more hair as it spilled forward over your shoulder, dragged by the wind. You knew he was watching that action, his eyes roving in matching directions. 

“Standing here?” He glanced down. “I don’t think it was here.” 

You held back a giggle. “Obviously not there.” You looked around, nodding towards the bow of the boat. “There… I think. It was hard to tell from down in the water but…I saw enough.” 

“Did you?” He moved by you, but had your hand as he did, pulling you closer to the railing. You didn’t end up there, but you could see down into the water from the nose of the boat well enough. You had a sense of somewhere, in that dark ocean below, that he’d be lying to say he hadn’t seen you floating there–even as vast as the ocean was. 

The water was too clear and calm earlier. And your bright pink snorkel set stuck out like a sore thumb, but you said nothing, combing back more hair on the other side, tucking it behind that ear. 

Namjoon released your hand. His feather lite touch grazed your chin.

“I was standing near here.. Hmm?” You nodded, watching him do the same a little, fingers circling your chin. Pressure came as he squeezed softly, pulling the rounded shape up faintly. “..Just doing nothing?” 

You managed another nod, grateful he didn’t let go. 

“...What else did you see?” 

“What do you mean?” You breathed. That building feeling that had nestled and filled up your pelvis became a massive, pulsing ache. There wasn’t a single, undisturbed nerve there. 

“I think you can tell me.” 

Whatever had compelled you to keep staring as you did earlier today, treading water, or not long ago, across the bar, on Namjoon’s approach, it was bigger than everything right now. And it kept you from breaking eye contact. It prevented any lie from growing roots. 

“..Nothing.” Your tongue swept your lips and the wind sucked the moisture right off in a blink. “..You weren’t wearing anything.”

Namjoon’s face relaxed as his brows shifted as he nibbled his lip longer this time. “And what did you think of that?” 

It wasn’t like you’d never seen a man naked. In your life you’d seen PLENTY of them. All shapes and sizes, but none like Namjoon. None had hit you so directly in the center of your need. 

“I liked it.” 

“I liked being naked. It’s freeing.” 

You squeaked. It meant something, but you didn’t have time to figure out what. Namjoon’s thumb pried your lower lip down as he leaned towards you. His lips opened just a little. Dizziness rushed to your head as you swooned towards his approach. 

At the last minute he stopped, the touch of his lips a silky heat as he spoke into your parted lips. 

“Did you like what you saw?” 

“Yes.” You whined. “Your body is—” 

“Mmnnn..” He dragged his lips across yours for a peck and pulled back just so, again. “Be naked with me? I think you’ll find it’s liberating here.” 

“Here?” You blinked, feeling your lips sinking around his thumb as he fed the tip past your lips. 

“Yes. Out here. On my yacht. On the deck. Under the stars. Are you here to enjoy yourself and do what you want? I am.” 

You didn’t answer, lips still tight around his finger, until it popped free from your latch. You chased it a little until Namjoon seized your chin again and leveled his stare on you, nose to nose. 

“Y/n..” His tone dropped a level, dragged across gravel. Serious, to match his unflinching gaze. “What did you want when you saw me naked?” 

Where could you even start? You went with the first thing your brain and loins demanded in unison. 

“I wanted to feel you.” Confession felt so good, the heat spilling up out of your mouth as you spoke. Namjoon leaned his front into you, letting you get a good sense of his body. And it was exactly as firm and muscled as it looked from that big, deep blue world below. 

You went about as wet too, right at your seal. Your nipples perked and you moaned when his chest dragged your top across the newly woken points. 

Namjoon cradled one hip, then gathered the hem of your shirt, guiding it up your side. The other hand did the same, bringing your top to your breasts, peeling it away. Along with the bra underneath, he dropped both to the deck.

Smiling, Namjoon pulled your hands to his hips and nodded. “Go ahead. Help me out?”

This was really happening.

All the questions and pondering that had been building all day long and simmering all night were now about to find a happy realization. Fruition, in the form of your fingers, under Namjoon’s shirt, pushing rough and fast. He did the rest at his shoulders, hauling the garment off. It went right to the ground, atop yours. 

Without speaking, your fingers walked the waist of his bottoms, finding them just like his shirt: a lighter material and quickly off his body. He kicked them clear after you stood up. Without waiting, his hands guided your skirt down. 

As the stretching waistband widened and rolled down your hips, Namjoon mouthed over your bare belly. You moaned, listening to the sound carried away by the salty breeze. It didn’t matter–what mattered was how good this felt. 

The water lapped the hull as Namjoon’s lips pressed into your skin. He tugged a bit of skin below your navel, shuffling your panties down last. When his open mouth found your pussy, your thighs shook and you melted down against his face. 

Namjoon was ready, jaw flexing as his hands caught your hips, lifting you enough. His tongue dove against your folds, spreading you with a few long, firm licks. From the way his moan rattled your mound, he was more than pleased with the taste. 

The stars you barely made out winking in the sky overhead, faded again as your eyes rolled shut when Namjoon pulled your clit tight between his lips. And sucked, deep. Hard. Pulsing his lips with a suction that didn’t falter. 

It went on for some time until you felt like everything was flowing down, out of you. Your senses finally came back enough to groan his name as fingers scraped his scalp. Twisted hair through your fingers, tugging him closer, then trying to pull him away. 

Namjoon wrestled himself free with a dulcet sigh. “You taste…so good…” He swabbed your slick from his lips in a lick, then palmed your ass. “...Lay down for me, baby..” 

The deck was exactly as smooth as it'd been under your soles, when back and ass met it. No sooner and Namjoon went to hands and knees, then stroked both palms down the insides of your thighs to guide them apart and settled between. One leg he draped along the inside of an arm, the other he pushed up and out, angling the knee to widen you. 

Opening you at the very center, wind spilling over slick coated skin. It felt good, but that didn’t last long. The gnawing emptiness was back and your hips twisted as you whimpered. The very last thing on your mind was the devilish details. 

Small things, like what Namjoon said next. 

“Y/n…You okay with raw?”

I shouldn't. So why do I WANT to? Vacations were about being care free, but this was about as far from sensible as you'd ever been. ...And every fiber said you WANTED it. Right-wrong-whatever, let it sweep you up.

Your palm struck wood, then dragged with a squeal of damp skin and sting of friction. Breasts jerked and rose higher as you arched. Impatience went right down to the center of your soul.  

“Yes..” You gasped. “..Just want you.. Please… fill me up.” 

Namjoon’s gripped cock drew close and he swept the head right up your center, coating the blunt end. You wanted to wither at the way he moaned in surprise. It wasn’t long before he guided his tip right against your opening. 

A palm thumped against the deck, bracing right next to your hitched knee. The other arm bent, keeping your other draped leg angled shamelessly high. Then Namjoon slid inside. It was relief at first, as you stretched around his shaft. Then it was sweet pain as he sank deeper, stretching you more. 

Your ass wiggled when Namjoon pulled back. Pushed in, with a single, firm body roll. He slid back out, then plunged again, this time falling immediately into a steady pump. He had a stroke that said he knew what to do with himself. 

And how to take care of the perky tightness that was developing the more he thrust. Your fingers started at his forearms, circling there, then nails touched skin, sinking in, then dragging higher with a low moan. Your body shook with the impact, then gyrated counter to Namjoon’s marching pace. 

“You feel so…tight. God..” He snarled, snapping hips harder. Less gentle, his head went back. The stars were back, under your lids, and when they opened, the shining started on Namjoon's skin.

Underneath your bare ass and back, the deck was alive with sound–you shifting up inch by inch with the power packed into each forward driving motion. Namjoon was heading quickly towards pounding and it was opening a pit of pleasure under your belly. Your walls gave a massive clench and chills washed over you.

An orgasm was right there, about to hit you hard. Your cocked knee recoiled more, snapping in place over Namjoon’s hip. The other heel sank into his back. Both climbed higher as he grunted. Added force. Barreled into you–through you. Waves of pleasure built on top of each other inside you.

Another dizzying rush and you barely gasped out  “That’s it…Namjoon—” before it all hit you at once. Struck you dumb in a full body convulsion. His instroke faltered as you seized around him, clinging so hard onto his biceps that he shuddered. It must have hurt, but you couldn’t be bothered to notice.

You couldn’t help anything you did,except let out a high pitched shriek of relief. However far that carried, it wouldn’t be a surprise if it reached the shore. You’d taken more than enough time at 7 knots, getting further and further offshore, rising and boring through inky waters, deep into the approaching night. 

And it led to this: you, under Namjoon, his cock stabbing relentlessly into you as he went on after a short reprieve. Enough that he could pummel you again, taking his own turn. Your nails slid through moisture again. 

Had to be more sweat developing faster than the wind could wick away, but that was fine. Your pussy was ultra wet, just tight enough he could get away with more force. More depth. And it sounded so good. You were helpless to do much but lay here. Taking it with eyes bleary and fixed on a far away point of light. A single, white point blinking in the distant horizon. 

It was just like that moment you’d seen him on the bow–under the golden sun. A mirrored moment, but bathed in white of the moon’s delicate aura now. Head craned, lines in his neck strong, taut skin aglimmer again. And like earlier, it pulled you in entirely. You couldn’t look away, eyes barely open, adrift in the afterglow. 

And you, rocking against the final thrusts. Rocking like the waves against the ship’s hull, giving away as it was meant to: You, wet and pliant, melting around Namjoon with his last plunge in, before he pulled out and brought himself upright, head thrown back. His shaft speared once more through five tightly circled fingers, then the spurt of cum splashed onto your belly.

Hitting higher, shot by shot until he created a decent, milky pool between your shivering breasts. 

Namjoon had to be proud of the sight: sweat and his load, mixed on your chest and torso. He openly admired, then his shoulders dropped. Eventually he leaned over you. In spite of however much effort he’d just put out, Namjoon was still just as careful laying against you with his full body weight.

His weary smile wasn’t lacking any satisfaction. A dreaminess painted his moon washed features. You found it easy to get lost, admiring in silence as he gathered thoughts then spoke.

“...God.. you’re…” That was YOU, robbing an obviously well spoken man of the coherency he was accustomed to. Probably even KNOWN for in his daily and professional life. I did that. And fuck does it feel AMAZING. If the girls back home only knew… 

Not that you’d ever tell.

“Mmmm..You…didn’t want to finish inside me?” Was that really pouting in your tone? Were you really too fucked out to question yourself or hide it? 

Namjoon chuckled, looking down at your breasts, and further, getting a much closer look at the chaos he’d left behind. The verdict was in–he was quite impressed at the handiwork.

“You didn’t ask.” When he dragged fingertips through his fluids on your belly, then headed for your mound, your hips lifted. His hand pulled back just before he reached what you were offering all over again. “..Mnnnngg…Good aim and distance.” 

“You’d cum inside me if I wanted?” 

Namjoon looked at you again,from under lowered brows, wearing a questionable smirk. “I’d consider it. Not the brightest move if we’re strangers.”

“Neither is condomless sex. Or sex on a boat, in the open ocean air.” 

“Sex on the beach is an option too, Y/n. The night is still young and I know a stretch of beach that’s empty for SURE this time.” 

“God..” You began. Delight tightened everything inside. Although you’d just cum, the body was quickly recovering and the mind was more than willing to meet this man’s unflagging energy. “..Namjoon..” you gasped, turning your face when shyness caught up for a moment.  

He wasn’t letting that feeling gain any traction,bringing his face close, angling for a kiss. Ultimately soft, exploring your mouth lightly with his tongue. When yours flirted past his lips, he sucked the tip and you squeezed around nothing, drowning in a moment of pure desire. The kiss was over all too soon, and Namjoon was sitting up onto his knees.

“Let’s go below deck. Clean up and change.” He’d already begun indiscriminately collecting clothing, pausing to dab away the more plentiful globs he’d left behind on your chest and belly. 

“Does that mean we’re heading back to shore?” 

Namjoon sighed. “..Eventually, we have to.”

He WAS right, but you didn’t want to just yet. Not tonight and maybe not until tomorrow afternoon. It was much different enjoying the ocean being out on, rather than splashing hundreds of feet offshore or laying out on a towel in the sand. 

Namjoon detected the concern in a pinch between your brows. “What’s wrong?” 

“Does ‘eventually’ mean…now?” 

“Not if you don’t want it to. I don’t…Is that okay?” 

Relief felt as cool as the night air racing across your thighs and breasts. The puddled fluid on your skin was rapidly becoming distracting for different reasons: a persistent reminder of the temperature falling around you as the night wore on. 

“Yes.” You smiled as he took your hand and brought you to your feet. Even entirely naked, you suddenly didn’t care much. It was a nice surprise. In the past, nudity hadn’t been the easiest for you. A vacation from that hang up was a bonus. 

Standing face to face, Namjoon watched you for a moment. And you gazed up, remembering the moment you saw his eyes, around the bartender. You hadn’t done much and it hadn’t been long, but you felt different enough to ensure you’d come back from this trip a changed person. 

“Let’s get settled. Sleeping on a yacht in the ocean…It’s like a waterbed. Best sleep of your life..” There was no need to promise. Namjoon had already guaranteed it. From the pleasant and relaxing heaviness seeping through every limb, this would be the most refreshing night of sleep you’d had in a long time. 

And when it came to vacations and resorts, this would lead the pack for a long time too.

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You buckled the lap belt long before the flight leveled out and reclined back into your seat. It was routine. Everything, going off without a hitch. At the airport reasonably early. Breezing through security. And now, perfectly situated–magazine on your lap. Earplugs prepped for insertion. Carry on tucked under your seat. Your final step in the ‘routine’ was a look out the window. 

Cruising altitude was a few minutes away, but peeking out the small window to your left, you could see it all easily enough. 

The island. Large, pale squares of the resort’s most prominent buildings. Even the darker red clay tiles of the resort bar. Where your best night had begun. Better than the hikes. Better than the tours of the ancient landmarks. 

And out there, at the shoreline, the thin white trail of the waves rushing at the shore line, then ebbing away as they slid back to where they’d come: the vast and endless ocean. You couldn’t  make out figures on the beach anymore, from this high up. 

And because of that, you knew looking for Namjoon was fruitless, until the moment you saw it: his ship there, anchored further down the shore, opposite from where you’d found him. A single, elongated white shape, alone on the blue. 

For a moment a pang of sadness filled you dangerously to the top, bringing a brief heat to your eyes, but you blinked it away, smiling against the thick plastic of the window. You focused on his boat for a bit longer, then shut the window shade. 

It was how you needed to leave things: the last sight should be what had made the most impact in your memory: Namjoon. And his smile as he let your hand go first,when you’d left this morning. Early–just before the sun was fully out, sweatshirt shapeless on your form, eyes puffy from sleep but still struggling to drink him in so close. 

And what he’d said–that he’d see you again... How did you know?

Show and prove came in the form of a link: a text with a link. When you clicked it brought up a calendar with Namjoon’s name. There wasn't much detail beyond dates and locations--blocks of color hashing out days at a time. 

Whoever Namjoon was here at the resort, beyond the boundaries and back in daily life, he was regimented. Private. Very secure. Protective of his time and much, much more.

Those walls were high but for a few hours he'd given you a peek over. This text brought them down again--something you had a feeling did not come easy or often.

He meant what he said. 'I'll see you again.'

Scrolling forward through his calendar, for a few months from now, you knew exactly when. Your mind was already doing the math farther ahead. Finding that perfect alignment. 

All you had to do was pick a date and fly there. From here,and no matter how far apart you were, it was just a matter of time. 

what’s the right pic to describe my emotions right now and i haven’t even read this yet… oh yes. this:

i’m so excited to read this. Godddddddddddddddddddd. this is a huge treat from sis. Jealous CEO.

No One Else (Namjoon x Reader)

Word Count: 5.0kish

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n/Reader

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Unprotected sex, semi-clothed sex, creampie, biting, groping, pinching, slapping, kissing (tongue and other), aggressive Namjoon, jealousy, possessive undertones, rough/intense sex, orgasms (yours and his), squirting (implied), hair pulling, scratching, cuddling, softness (at the end), rich Namjoon/CEO Namjoon elements, Established (early) relationship stuff

Genre: PWP, Established Relationship

AUs: CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon

Summary: Namjoon is a man who gets what he wants. Nothing is out of his reach. You find out what happens when he thinks someone else might get something that should be his. It brings out a side of him you never knew existed.

Author’s Note:

For my sis @worldwideseal

This is a standalone story from the CEO AU and isn't the same CEO Namjoon from previous stories, although there are some of the same elements (established relationship).

Thank you for reading. If you liked it, feel free to comment. If you reblog, it's also very much appreciated but not required.

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The penthouse door shut behind you and Namjoon’s footsteps followed shortly after. 

Although the foyer hall was dark, you knew it well enough to identify every single shape like you’d lived there for years. You’d certainly leaned into the comfort and confidence of accepting that you did in fact live here. It was as official as could be: you’d gotten a couple bills and updated your mailing address.

It didn’t get any more real than that. 

As you wandered past the tall mirror mounted on the wall, you glanced at yourself, enjoying the site of your legs in the heels chosen for the night: slightly taller stilettos that made your legs look as long as you’d always wanted. 

It was that much better hearing Namjoon’s dress shoes pacing at your back. You finally slowed at the end of the hall, facing the den unfolding before your eyes. Based on the warmth suddenly rising at your back, Namjoon had stopped just behind you. 

His breath grazing your shoulder only confirmed the fact a moment later. His words chased the fading wisps when he spoke. 

“Did you have a good time?” 

Whatever reason he was asking, you hid your confusion and smiled, noting the far off night sky through the massive picture windows framing the room across the way. The night sky looked surreal this high up. Living in one of the tallest buildings in the center of a bustling city had its perks–and this one was high on your list. 

“Yes.” You whispered. A beat passed.

Namjoon’s lips pressed your skin then slid towards the outside of one shoulder and departed just there. “Good.” He murmured.

Another moment slipped between the silence that followed.

“..It was nice to show you off.” 

Hearing him say that ALWAYS felt amazing, and Namjoon never seemed to get tired of announcing it. You often suspected that was the whole reason he insisted you come along to these events.

Gatherings. Galas. Whatever they were, whenever they happened, it was almost a guarantee he’d send you a message ahead of time with a save the date notice. 

Which was followed by a visit to tailor to fittings. Beautiful dresses that you’d never imagined being in, customized to your shape. Emphasizing what you had and making you feel like a model. A goddess. 

Skin treatments that had you smelling like heaven and glowing like one the angels came to earth. You couldn’t get enough. The hours of prep was always worth the end result: eyes on you. Attention of the most surprisingly good kind. It was a wonderful change you’d grown into with this relationship.

For once sensing eyes on you from all directions didn’t scream ‘be on guard’. It lifted you. Pumped your ego and fed it to a healthy size. 

You always came back to a single home truth: the only eyes you really desired belonged to Namjoon. His stare was what you craved. Dined on, when it was served. 

Like he’d done earlier tonight, all through the drive over. In steely silence, city lights washing features and his jaw muscle writhing. From next to you at the banquet hall table, shoulder to shoulder among his friends and associates. 

And just like now: when you turned and spotted his gaze leveled your way again. There was something amiss in the sparkle there, beaming from those narrowing eyes. 

“What?” You scoffed playfully, offering a coquettish pose, fanning lashes at him. Your lips pursed just a little and Namjoon’s own thinned into a very taut smile. 

One that you’d seen after many unpleasant work meetings or a particularly busy work day. He did move a lot of money so his mood could be mercurial. 

Nerves rising a little, sending goosebumps along your skin, you straightened a bit, waiting for him to speak. But Namjoon didn’t. He waited just long enough to break the silence, right when your lips parted to speak.

“What did you think of him?”

“Him.” You repeated, now fully turned to face Namjoon. He was slow, tugging each cuff of his suit jacket sleeves and sliding arms out one after the other. Even in spite of the broad shouldered design of the garment, Namjoon shedding it did little to diminish his stature. 

This man managed to look just as broad. Except now the more fitted shape of his dress shirt thoroughly outlined his triangular shape. As if you needed the reminder he was spending more and more time at the gym in the mornings. 

Like it wasn’t enough he could destroy you as he was if he never stepped foot in there again, but that wasn’t enough for him. Namjoon cared about his body and keeping it ready to work at peak performance. He didn’t just keep his mind sharp. He kept every muscle ready. Trained. 

He wanted the best and he did not sit back until it came to him. He chased it down, made it his own. Just like he’d done to you.

The way he stepped closer after hanging the jacket on a nearby wall hook shrank the air around you. This room’s high ceiling wouldn’t stop you if your soul departed and sailed up with the energy of a rocket off the launch pad. 

You swallowed, chest dangerously tight. That was easy enough to ignore–you had to or you’d panic. 

“Him?” You repeated, letting all the confusion and nervousness out in this single word. 

It didn’t change that slowly deepening glare that had taken residence on Namjoon’s face.

“Him.” He grunted, tone like granite. And just as warm. Now he was within reach, chest puffing. His fingers found your chin, tracing the shape, then circled and held tight. Slowly he tipped your face up so he could see you clearly. 

Knowing Namjoon was looking into your eyes, there wouldn’t be any way to retreat because you couldn’t look away, no matter how hard you tried. 

“The man who was talking to you by the champagne fountain.” 

Your mind scrambled backwards in the evening, combing over every mundane detail. Things you might have missed, down to the color of the salad fork and the way Namjoon had unfolded his napkin and laid it on his lap.

The big, plump warmth of his palm on your thigh there, under the table. The way it climbed slowly until you’d almost choked on a mouthful of red wine between courses. Just before you’d gone to the dancefloor. 

“Oh.” The admitting came in a low wheeze from your lips. You resisted licking them, lest you ruin the lipstick you’d purchased just for this evening. 

Namjoon released your chin. Smiling, he leaned closer. It was hard to see that smile didn’t go further than the apples of his cheeks because you’d never seen it directed at you. He was not pleased. 

“Yes.” He cooed but it was a rumble. From deep in that broad chest. The buttons of his shirt looked like they were as stressed as you felt. His free hand was at the top button, popping it open. “..Him. What did you think of him?” 

“You want me to say something specific, then tell me.” You replied. Playing mind games with Namjoon was dangerous when he was in a mood like this. It couldn’t have gone well for anyone who tried it in the world of business and you were far more woefully underskilled to even begin trying. 

You’d be crushed like a bug. 

Namjoon’s smile stayed. He opened a second button. More skin came into view, the v shape of parting shirt material widening. Tempting your attention and the beginnings of a sweet ache much further below your navel. 

“I just want the truth.” 

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” 

“I know you wouldn’t, Y/n. Which is why I trust that I can ask you and get the answer.”

“I can’t make something up. I just said—” You sputtered weakly and Namjoon’s finger drew a rail of fire down your lips,heading for the center divot at the base of your throat. You were helpless as your head lolled backwards. 

The ceiling was all you could see, starlight making a white aura there as his touch stopped and he traced a spiral there just near one collarbone. His lips feathered your neck on one side and your knees shook.

He growled. Sank teeth gently to pinch just a bit of skin. So careful that you knew it could be so much more dangerous than he was letting it become. And you knew HE knew how much this turned you on. The danger contained and wielded by such a powerful man like Namjoon Kim.

Beyond-billionaire. Earned his stripes and his reputation. Earned the privacy and mystery of his success and the corners of his life he kept locked up tight. You’d only just gotten into the inner circle but there were doors you knew were still closed. 

Especially when it came to his appetites. You’d never thought that you could walk around on this earth feeling perpetually wet like Namjoon had you doing since you became serious. 

Your knees locked as you drew in a deep breath. Instead of helping, your head spun. 

“So don’t. The truth gets MUCH better rewards than lies,my sweet. Unless..” He dragged a finger over the wet spot where his teeth had been, then massaged into the depression left. You bit back a moan. 

“...Unless you like that kind of thing? Are you that type? Do you like to be punished, Y/n? I know we’re still learning about each other–we’ve got a long way to go. But I wouldn’t mind knowing that. I can oblige if you’re into going through it. Wouldn’t be my first time.” 

Oh my god. The ceiling wobbled and you blinked. Shaking your head had you unsteady in the heels you’d managed to strut successfully in most of the night. Good thing it didn’t last long before the ceiling stilled again. 

Namjoon moved onto your shoulders, bringing one finger under the stress strap and tugging it aside. It fell down to your bicep. The tickle was so intense you almost shuddered. Everything was so alive with Namjoon so close. 

Having him in your life had EVERYTHING much brighter and more fresh, so this should stop being a surprise, and yet…

The only remaining sign of his former smile were two dangerously thin pink lines, even tighter than you felt. 

After he guided the other strap down and it was hanging the same way on the other side, Namjoon’s eyes came into view after he cupped the back of your head and pulled it upright. Placing your attention solidly where he wanted. Getting his way.

Exactly what he deserved. 

“Are you that type?” He was speaking so low and quiet, forcing you to strain beyond your thundering heart just to hear. 

“I’m not.” 

“..Mmmhm.” He barely nodded. Something entered his eyes–a new kind of flame. Flickering and hungry. Was that …jealousy? Namjoon’s lips parted and his forehead barely touched yours. He spoke again. 

“Then tell me what you thought of him.” He wasn’t going to let this go.

At least you’d finally remembered who he was talking about: some nice older man from your trip to the champagne fountain while Namjooon made his social rounds. One of the only moments he’d left your side. 

An exotically handsome man. With an accent thick enough you mostly understood and pieced together what he’d asked. Basic questions. A compliment, and his reaching for your earring–the 24k dangling drop with a real pearl at the center. 

He’d been brief in his conversation and your gut dropped when you remembered the man leaning close to speak in your ear and whispering his compliment on the accessory. It wasn’t a long conversation and enough people had been around, you hadn’t realized Namjoon was still aware enough to see. 

But he had. His sneering smile slowly opened the door to whatever lurked underneath his composure as he waited.

Two of his fingers walked right down the center of your chest, stopping at the top of your dress, where it dipped low between the swells of both breasts, then curved into a hook shape. 

Your body jerked forward as he pulled away, dragging you with him. You barely kept up, stumbling along, heels dangerously unsteady as you both moved towards the hallway. It never seemed so long, passing doors as you plodded along, going from marble to tile to carpet, paving the way to the last door at the very end.

“I didn’t..” Your lips shook. It was a bleating plea. No room to feel pathetic or weak. You meant it so much right now.

The plea in your eyes hit whatever wall was up in his mind. Namjoon smirked a little, heat rolling from his flaring nostrils with the sound. 

Namjoon only let go to reach forward and open the door. He pushed a little with one palm, then stepped aside and jerked his chin towards the inner chamber. 

You moved over the threshold. Just like he’d done with the front door, Namjoon shut the bedroom door. Even so, closed off from the rest of the place, this room was massive and always felt that way. Day or night, it didn’t matter. This space was just as big as everywhere else here. 

Namjoon wasn’t about to live small. He demanded room and made his own, no apologies. 

You turned around, seeing his form striding for the closet. Without looking at you, Namjoon was at work, stripping his shirt off. It fell to the floor as a crumpled heap. His hands went to his belt as he stood in the open closet doorway. 

It was like he’d felt your hands rising to the back of your dress, arms twisting and fumbling to find your dress zipper. His words were ice, cutting across the darker space. 

“Don’t you dare. Face the bed. Bend over, palms flat.” 

Your eyes opened wider but you turned away and did as told. You hear the sounds of hangers moving along the rails in the closet. He disappeared then, the sound of material rustling coming from around the door that blocked your sight. 

Forever seemed to pass as you stared at the headboard further up, so many pillows arranged neatly. Almost nearly perfect. Namjoon was no slouch in housekeeping efforts either. His cleaners knew their standard and never slipped an inch.

A hard squeeze on one ass cheek, through the material of your dress made your thighs tense. You went up on toes and your ankles threatened to quit entirely. Fingers curled into the perfectly smooth bed sheets. Your nails dug deep into the cool surface, sending an ache through the first knuckles on every finger. 

Your lips retreated from your teeth as you sucked air through. “Joon..” You whined. Heat rushed through your folds, daggering right up into your center. You felt the rush of pressure and warmth building just behind your seal. 

Namjoon’s laugh behind you was long and faded. His single slap was hard. A little bit more pain than pleasure and you took it, eyes rolling a little. You quickly focused on a single pillow at the center of the collection directly ahead. 

“Love it when you say my name.” His fingers pinched. Groped a solid handful of your cheek and kneaded. He let go and the ache stayed there for a few seconds. “..You remember his name too?” 

“No.” You spat out. Even if you did you wouldn’t have said it for all the money in the world. You wanted to forget you’d even met this guy, whomever he was, that Namjoon suddenly couldn’t think about anything but that stranger. 

“No?” Another snicker and Namjoon’s fingers traced the hem of your dress and tugged it up over your ass. He bunched the material around your lower back. You wanted to feel shame but the fire didn’t stay at your face, it ran right down to your pussy. 

“Please.” You began. A low moan came out when Namjoon ran the back of a knuckle across the crotch of your panties.

“So hot, kitten. Is that me..or him?” 

“Namjoon..” You whined now, thighs openly shaking. Your knees bent briefly and you struggled, straightening them again. Your ass jerked and Namjoon kissed the small of your back. 

“Don’t you hear me? I’m talking to you. You weren’t noticing me when he was next to you.”

You had so many things you wanted to say–every word bottlenecking at the back of your lips. You worked, chewing invisible sounds but nothing made it out. It was peak frustration borne of the pinnacle of arousal. 

And it was going to burn you alive. Namjoon was quite clearly happy to see you spinning so far out of control while he was slowly gathering the reins. 

His monologuing continued as he followed both sides of the cotton center panel with a pointer finger, debating which side to move first. As if it was a when, not an if. Time warped, extending into the unknowable future as you waited. Suffered. Found it harder to focus on anything but survival. 

The sheets under your palms warmed and sank a little deeper when your weight listed forward. A knee rutted the inside of your right thigh, hinting. ‘Spread’ wasn’t said in a word, just in that action.

“Seeing him close to you made me realize something. I’m a jealous man. I want what’s mine. What’s mine…is MINE. I don’t share. Why should I have to? Is that impractical, Y/n?”

You couldn’t speak still, lips twisting. Your eyes rushed with wet heat. Shock was filling you to the top–you’d never been so emotional over desire in your life until now. Whatever was happening, you needed Namjoon to make it all disappear. To imagine he was somehow misunderstanding a casual conversation this much…

But you’d never plunged this far into the depths of a dark enjoyment: having someone so into you they were being unreasonable by more and more measure. You, a woman so desired that a man this powerful would be so swept up to lose some semblance of control. 

He could have it ALL–every inch of you. Whatever he’d ask in trade, let him take it all. Crush it in his big, strong fist. And let him put that same hand around your neck. Squeeze until you can't think or feel. Until the resistance that might be there flowed out, like the last breaths and the high that promised to rush through you at that perfect moment…

“I know…it’s so much, isn’t it? But…I’m not being totally crazy, am I?” He pushed against you, his belly brushing over your ass and the pressure over you increasing as the blunt shape nosed hard into your folds. You realize: it was the tip of his cock and it was fat. 

You came back to reality with Namjoon tracing something warm and blunt along your sex. It was heavy, the thump when he slapped it against you. That impact made you jump.

Your ankle rolled and you whimpered, kicking that heel off. The other went too, shooting across the carpet and ending up somewhere in the dark, chased by Namjoon’s giggle. 

Your senses dulled and the world grayed as you nearly fainted in need. “N..no. You…want…it..” It was hard to even hear your own voice, tinny and breathless in the dim space ahead. No need to finish your thought. He did it for you. 

“---I do want it. I want YOU. You’re mine…aren’t you?” A hand clapped over your other hip and he pulled you into his rolling hips. His cock brushed against the inside of your thigh, silky hot. Burning to the touch.

Your arms trembled and you let your face touch the sheets with a pained moan. Namjoon wound his free hand through your hair and pulled you right back up.

“Stay there. Listen to me when I’m talking to you. Couldn’t hear me there.. You hear me now, don’t you?” Cool air washed over your pussy as the panties slid to the side and took your seal with it, breaking you open. 

The head of his cock bulldozed through your flesh, spreading the slick. He used a single, spiraling stroke to coat himself and leaned back enough to seat his tip right inside of you, then leaned forward, pulling your head back to bring you into his stroke. 

It was white sparks showering through your closed eyes as he filled you up. Your walls bloomed in tightness as they filled. Stretched. Expanded to take in every inch of this thick cock pushing into you until his belly met your ass. 

When he was hilted, Namjoon tugged your hair again, firmer. Growled and let his head roll back. Pulled back just enough, then snapped his hips. Still speaking, he set a pace–a stroke every second. Not wasting time or waiting around like he’d done hours ago. 

In line to get into this dinner. 

In the elevator.

The car. 

In line to get a drink, with you against his side, demurely, fingers wound through his own and greedily choking on his cologne. 

Wetness oozed from deep inside, cresting the outer edge of your pussy lips as he drove in harder. Began to really heave with each forward thrust. 

“This..I bet he was thinking about this.. But it isn’t his. He couldn’t see or touch this–could he Y/n? You wouldn’t bend over his bed like this. You wouldn’t spread wide open and take every inch for him, would you?”

Even if he demanded you play along and answer, your body rocked and jerked so hard as he fucked you that the words would have been jostling too. Lost bouncing up your throat if they even made it to your lips. 

The grip on your hip tightened and nails scraped your skin there, leaving stinging that melted into nothing as seconds passed, overlapped by the slapping sound of your skin meeting his. The bed began to tremble when Namjoon went harder. 

You couldn’t hold it back anymore, ass raising up and head dropping,letting your face crush against the fresh cold of the sheet's surface. Your makeup made a rainbow of colors, the color of your lipstick leaving streaks below that you only glimpsed before your eyes shut again as a clamp seized your insides. Chills rushed through you, pushing out a warning moan–he was getting you close. 

“J..Jooonieee.” You keened, head heavy and turning, giving you a chance to turn your profile to one side and suck in a much needed lungful of air. You could taste his scent. Taste that cologne. Namjoon made some belly deep sound behind you.

You were going to cum. And it was going to be hard.

Whether or not he was actually aware, Namjoon continued to pound away at you, snarling–muttering something you couldn’t hear. Squeezing your skin so hard vessels burst underneath. He slapped and pinched, the sting biting through the ecstasy. 

His weight fell into you as he pushed your body onto the bed, forcing you into a prone position. Now his thrusting went from forward and back to almost straight up and down. Dunking into you, sinking down hard and rising up. Like a piston into the ground, pulling up oil. Pumping for the desired fluid, relentlessly steady. 

The clench came again and your body vibrated. Your hands clenched at sheets, tugging them towards you in desperation. Trying to pull away a little and find some moment of relief. To think a little. Most fruitlessly of all: to save yourself against the rushing inevitability on your heels. 

It was no use. Namjoon stabbed his cock deep and stayed there with a boom of pleasure. 

“Fuck baby..You feel so good…” Barked at you this time, loud like he didn’t care to remember where he was. And if he did? He gave no fucks because it was all about what he wanted and how close it was to being in his grasp. 

He felt you within his reach, like his hand on your, rising from your hip to your throat to grip tight and his weight along your back as he barely planked. You weren’t escaping. You were trapped and you were exactly where you belonged. 

“What is it?” Namjoon’s tone dripped in evil. In such an offensive pretend innocence, the way he nudged at your few remaining senses. You barely blinked, just at the edge. Barely managing to speak, you used the few words you could get out to warn and beg one last time.

“C..close. Ple…please..Don’t..”

“--He can’t be me. He can’t stop me. NO one takes what’s mine. THIS is mine..” The pumping started, hard and furious as Namjoon lips found your ear. 

You seized under him as Namjoon pulled back and gave a few more strokes before you squeezed so tight he couldn’t move. He fell against you with a satisfied grunt, feeling you convulse and squeeze. Your pussy rippled, sending spastic ripples down the length of his thick cock. 

Like he wasn’t pounding your insides into nothing but a creamy mess. He fucked into you with angry strokes. Going deep. Into your guts. Almost into your lungs.

Your throat, where his fingers circled and squeezed more. You barely gasped out the last remains of air, eyes rolling so hard it was static graywash as the orgasm hit. 

Namjoon ground into you as he rode out the high, then stirred himself until he shuddered.

“Make me cum..” He breathed, growling again in a long, creaking exhale as he did just that, hips blanching from how hard they pushed into your ass until he was done. Namjoon’s weight fell onto you completely as he took time to recover himself. 

Eventually he came away enough and your hair slid free from his fingers, falling across the sweating span of your shoulders. The room air washed across your skin, giving much needed air a chance to cool you off. 

Instead he offered a pleased grin. Both dark browns rose. “Still with me, Y/n? Here..look at me.” 

You laid there until your eyes opened, then turned your face the other way, barely spotting one of Namjoon’s naked palms digging into the mattress near your head.

He leaned down enough to look into your eyes. The bridge of his nose was glittery. His temples and brow fared the same but Namjoon didn’t seem to notice. 

Right now doing that took every ounce of energy you could muster. And that wasn’t much. Your ass clenched with the occasional aftershocks in your pussy. As your hips shifted you felt the dampness under your mound. It was a sizable circle that spread almost wide enough to both hips. 

“I..” You licked your lips, then tried again. “...I..came.”

“Did you?” Namjoon winked. How he still had any ability to be upright was sending you right now. It must have looked like you’d been shot, the way you just posed there on the bed, boneless. Feeling weak and wasted. 

Namjoon stripped your dress off your body and peeled the panties away. Seeing the soaked panel earned another laugh. 

Dick drunk. The very definition.

Whatever his jealousy had inspired, Namjoon had done well above whatever he needed to do to prove himself to whatever his name was. You could barely remember anyone from hours ago, let alone the man he’d fixated on. Maybe that was how he’d wanted and planned it. 

“I love the mess you made..” He praised, bunching your panties up and brushing them over his nose and lips. A moment later he tossed them up the bed and your dress followed. Your heels rolled across the carpet, just in view off the bed. 

Namjoon’s body melted into the bed next to you and he rolled onto his side. You were still fairly helpless as hands found you and turned you over to one side, facing him. As you gazed at Namjoon from lids raised to a pathetic minimum, he watched your face.

And he did it for a long time. Long enough your blinks started to last longer and longer. Fatigue crawled into your mind, pushing out any thoughts and making conversation an impossible and unnecessary thing. By the placid expression you kept coming back to when you could open your eyes, Namjoon didn’t mind. In fact, maybe it was that he expected this result. 

When fingers traced your temple and stroked through your hair slowly, it sealed your fate. You yawned and it ended in a fitfully weak moan. 

Namjoon caught your hand against his chest and pulled it up to his lips, kissing the curled fingers, then opening them to lay your open palm against his cheek. 

“Mine.” He murmured. 

You nodded. Or it might have been a dream. But it felt so real. Like his kisses, each one following your nose down. He kissed you deep and slow, taking his time, letting his tongue explore your mouth for a little bit before he pulled back. 

It was the kind of night you dreamed about. The kind of world he’d opened to you: expensive sheets. Massive, spanning beds. Big spaces with glittering, clean furniture, more expensive than you could calculate. 

Your tongue swabbed the wetness his kiss left behind as he drew you against his front and wrapped an arm over you in an unyielding hug that was a perfect fit. It was only Namjoon’s steadily slowing breathing that you heard. Not even your own registered as you inhaled him again.

Floating in sweet, heady nothingness, you stayed silent. He did the same.

Sitting at the top of the world with a man who might as well own it–well on his way to doing just that. But all he really wanted was you. And if there was truly ever any doubt he could get you, it ended here. Tonight. If jealousy was a motivator for him, he used it as a tool like an expert at the craft. 

Let him want and covet. Let him desire and buy it all up. He had you lock and stock.  

Except when he mumbled in the dark, minutes later. 

“There’s no one else, Y/n.” 

You couldn’t say it, but you thought it. Distant hope was eternal that he’d hear you, even in your unfocused and fuck drunk state. 

There’s no ‘someone else’. It’s just you. Always.  

🍷 i wish i had a glass of wine while reading this one. dear lord this man is so sexy. so sexy already and for what. to ruin my life for fun with his body and intelligence and confidence and handsome face. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfdffghvbbfuhfddddddddccccvvvggccc

i need this man in a part two of finishing the night 🦭 i said it. i need him like i need air

sis, help. (i know you WONT) but i love you thank you for writing this tasty treat and putting this man on paper again i enjoyed him too much. you did amazingly in showing his character in just this one part im going to go breathe in bed now

Change Of Plans (Namjoon x Fem Reader)

Word Count: 6.15k

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem Reader

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Oral sex (you receiving), sucking, kissing (french and other), dirty talk, talk about money/being rich, seduction, take charge and submitting, orgasms (multiple/squirting), overstim elements, light force, undressing (you to him), teaching and praise kink, intense fingering, clit sucking/rubbing, shyness/shame (at first), handsome rich Namjoon in this one, sexually experienced versus inexperienced (but not virginal), wet kink, talk about Namjoon being hard/big. Probably missing something but that's how it is!

Genre: PwP, established relationship (new)

AUs: CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon

Summary: You've experienced a lot since you've started dating a CEO. A nice, fancy planned night out turns into something else when Namjoon decides to change things and teach you something you've always wanted to learn.

Author’s Note: I got a wild hair and wrote this. No good reason, just wanted to read about Namjoon doing this as a sexy rich guy. I always say I won't write any more stories about him for a while but I always fail. I love CEO Namjoon too much. He's a hot M-fer.

I tried to proof read but no doubt missed typos/have misspellings, etc. Overlook it and enjoy the content.

Also for @worldwideseal because we know she's his biggest seal and will drop it on command for that man. I don't blame her.

Thank you for reading. If you liked it and feel like telling me in a comment, I'd treasure it. Reblogging is appreciated but never required.

Tag List: @kiestrokes @askkrisachan

He was standing outside when you arrived at the restaurant, as if the beginnings of the coming storm didn’t seem a concern in the least. As a reward you were greeted with the shining shapes of his cheeks as he smiled when you climbed from the passenger seat of the car. It was the one thing that moved him: coming close to hold out his hand.

A wide, warm hand that enclosed yours in the perfect way to show just how much of a size difference existed between you and this man. This handsome man with a wealth spanning beyond this continent. 

Whose eyes looked deep into your own as you stood upright and came up onto the curb, facing him.

“Namjoon…tell you haven’t been standing out here for long?” You couldn’t imagine how much that suit cost. It must not have been much in the scheme of things, from the way he took a single glance down before his attention returned to you through the misty curtain of a light drizzle.

“Long enough. You look beautiful. Did you bring your appetite?” 

You tried to look past him but Namjoon leaned in such a way to keep your focus on him. Not letting you see around his broad shoulders–not that it would have been much easier if he stood still. 

“I did.” You wiped the back of a hand across your cheek in frictionless motion thanks to the slickness of droplets. Soon your hair would be flat from the wetness and you weren’t willing to let that kind of expense go to waste. Your budget didn’t have that level of elasticity. 

“...Can we go inside? We’ll end up waterlogged.” You continued. 

Namjoon smiled as he offered a bent arm to loop your own through. It felt right to cling to him and let his forward motion carry you. He was a natural leader–the air around him spoke of it. No need to announce. He was just that kind of man. 

At the doors of the restaurant Namjoon reached out first, opening one side and nodding into the dark warmth beyond the doorway. Without having to follow it with a suggestion, you slipped through and a moment later he was standing just behind you in the lobby. So close his warmth was back, lacing around you in a slow creep–not that it was anything to complain about. 

“Reservation for Kim.” He smiled from behind you to the hostess, who returned his greeting with a relaxed, shy grin and a brief nod. She murmured something akin to “This way, Mr Kim.”, then rounded the corner into the main dining area.

Then went beyond it, weaving through to the back and 4 darkly painted doors, closed tight to the world. Stopped at the second one, she opened it then stood aside, polite and quiet. Namjoon let you lead and followed seconds later. After a murmured exchange the door clicked shut. 

By then you’d focused on pretending to study the table settings. Everything was immaculate, from the silver ice bucket with an emerald bottle frosting under the lights at the table’s center, to the plates with an expensive looking line work running the perimeter and even the glimmering flutes, empty and waiting in front of each place setting.

Namjoon caught your glance as he parted ways and came around to stand across the way, on the table’s other side. “I think we’ll enjoy this..” 

Your brows lifted as you touched the back of the chair directly in front of you. It wasn’t long before your fingers curled the darkly finished wood as nerves had tiny hairs on the back of your neck lifting. 

“We will?” You ventured, adding a miniscule smile. Relaxation came when Namjoon nodded.

“I think so. You’ve been out to dinner before.. I’m sure.” 

“Yeah.” You conceded. “Not here though.” It shouldn’t matter but it did–between you and this man there were a lot of economic gaps, although he never flaunted it in a way that made you feel like you didn’t belong. 

THAT was all of your own making. And right now it was particularly strong when you noticed the name on the bottle when Namjoon leaned over the table to grab and lift it from the ice bucket. He hoisted it up enough to peer at the label, then shot you a look.

“You’ve had alcohol before?” When you nodded he mirrored it, going on. “Good. This is a special bottle. Very,VERY rare.” 

“Should we be wasting it?” He set the bottle down on the table then came around to you again. Standing close his skin had dried enough that he was rosy from the returning warmth, out of the cool night air. And hints of his cologne teased your senses, inducing an unconscious swallow.

It wasn’t like this was the first night you’d been out on a date. Or even the first night you’d been out to dinner with Namjoon, but something about this night felt beautifully tense–especially with the size of the knot it was winding deep in your belly. 

Namjoon had the chair out and inclined his head. “Sit. Please?” Another smile–full of dimples. 

He pushed you close to the table and moved away a moment later, taking his seat quietly. When you took a look at the small menu near your plate, he turned focus back to the bottle, working on opening it. 

You wanted to watch how easily he opened the champagne. You’d seen it done in movies but couldn’t ever master it, even with the cheap bottles from the store. No telling how much THIS one cost and that meant there was even less of a chance you’d take the risk of “practicing” the act. 

Instead you squinted at the small type on the creamy cardstock between your twitching fingers. You went over the appetizer and main course unsure of a few words. French hadn’t been your strong point and some of the ingredients you didn’t recognize from all your episodes of Top Chef to have a single clue. 

The cork pop as Namjoon opened the champagne made you jump and pulled his eyes to you again. This time he half smirked. 

“Sorry..” He filled one glass roughly halfway and passed it over, then poured for himself. As you sniffed the glass contents you watched him return the bottle to the bucket, then touch the flute rim to his lips. No hesitation, Namjoon tipped the glass and his head back, swallowing a sizable mouthful. You watched the flexion in his throat and licked your lips. 

“What do you think?” He asked and you looked up from the menu again. No luck once more. You decided to give up. It would be a nice surprise to see what came out soon. 

“Of?” You blinked, then giggled when Namjoon pointed at the champagne. “Ah…It’s…interesting.” 

“That’s telling. Not your preferred brand?” 

“It’s not that.” You laid the menu down, feeling warmth climbing your neck. For a single moment you wished to be back out in the chill of the night. It would help even out your body and brain. 

“Explain?” 

“I haven’t had anything like this before, to be honest.” 

“This?” He wasn’t mocking and there was a sweet, curious interest in his tone. You couldn’t be mad at that. Maybe any other date would be a prick about your lack of experience with the finer things in life. 

“Well.. a nice dinner at a place with a menu I can’t read.” Except for the prices, you couldn’t understand anything else and that universal language of money was enough to put you back in the understanding that you weren’t meant to be somewhere like this, let alone with someone like Namjoon.

But he didn’t seem plussed. In fact, he eased back into his chair and tilted his head with an easy spread to his lips. 

“I can translate.” 

“It’s not that.” You returned to the same feeling again, offering a weak smile. “I just…This isn’t me.” 

“If I’m honest it’s not really what I wanted tonight, either. I wanted to experience things with you, Y/n. I can’t always hit a homerun. Sometimes I get it wrong—we can go somewhere else.” 

You hesitated this time, searching that handsome face across the way for any betraying microexpression but none showed. For all you could tell he wasn’t upset in the least. Which was nice. 

“--You sure? This is a beautiful restaurant. It’s got…fancy food.” Fancy meant expensive and probably so good you’d ascend. But that also felt like a lot of strangeness you might not be able to get over. And he HAD made the comment about wanting to experience things with you. 

“Let’s get out of here then. Where do YOU want to go?” Namjoon leaned into the tabletop with both elbows, voice a few decibels lower. 

You scoffed. “Seriously?” 

Namjoon nodded. “Absolutely. Doesn’t matter where–anything goes. The only criteria is that you're comfortable and relaxed. If you want to try things with me, then let's change it up a bit. You take ME to something you’ve always wanted to try. We can make this night end much better..” 

“Okay.” You only took a moment to consider, then nodded. Namjoon was up again and came to your seat. He was even faster pulling it away from the table enough for you to stand. 

“We just came in from the rain out there–” You protested, but lambasted yourself to get the hell out of your own way. He was trying to reshape the night, open to adapting any plans he had. The least you could do was NOT complain about trivial stuff. 

“--And we’re going back out into it.” His breath caressed your cheek, his fingers gliding through to gather your hair back. Namjoon smiled again and continued, every syllable delightfully tickling.  “..You lead the way. We’ll learn together.” 

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“You can take your shoes off in here or the main living room.” Namjoon called back as you let the penthouse door shut at your back. You’d been here before a handful of times and it was a little easier each time. Even as new as things were with him, you were at least used to this space and THIS collection of expensiveness all in one place. 

Namjoon’s form strolled through the foyer, broad shoulders writhing as they escaped the suit jacket. He dropped it onto a rack of hooks as he passed them by and finally turned to face you. With the light at his back it was impossible to see his face. To read his expression. But from his tone he was smiling. 

“Don’t be afraid. You know I don’t bite. Been a while since you’ve been here.” 

“It has..” You murmured, pacing his path, nipples tightening from the chill of the bare marble foyer floor under your soles. As you came close Namjoon undid his tie and tugged it down to a yawning O, letting it hang around his neck. 

“What do you want to do here? I can make us something—or if you’d like another drink, I have A LOT more options.” 

“Water is fine.” You smiled. There wasn't much preamble between Namjoon’s silence to study you and when the back of a few nails traced the apple of your cheek. You turned into his touch, savoring the blooming warmth of his naked palm. Your thoughts and the world slowed in a pulse that started right between your thighs. 

“I can get that for you.” You didn’t have time to say thank you before Namjoon and his touch were both gone,into the living room area, then beyond. A door opened and closed far away as you strained to listen and imagine his movements with your vague familiarity of his penthouse layout. 

He was back soon enough,small glass of water in hand. You took it and sipped as he took the tie off and dropped it onto the top of a small side table nearby. He started to reach up to the buttons of his dress shirt then paused. 

Like he’d been struck with some sudden and miraculous idea, Namjoon stalled. He arched one brow. 

“Y/n..” 

“Yeah?” You managed after swallowing a healthy mouthful of chilled water. A pity the glass was half empty now. You hadn’t realized just how parched you’d been, but staring at Namjoon was hard work. And that meant the thirst was real, on several fronts.

Your friends could never, EVER appreciate it, even when they’d oohed and ahhed over his interviews in various Fortune 500 type magazines that you’d checked out from the library to give them proof of life. 

“I want to try something with you.” 

“That’s a huge opening you’ve left. I could drive a semi through it. What’s the catch?” You set the glass down, determined to finishing it sooner rather than later.

“No catch.” He chuckled. “I’m being a little vague but I want to make sure you’re comfortable here. Are you?” 

“Yes. I wouldn’t have asked to come here. I could have just asked to go back to my place.” 

“True.” He nodded. “And you know I’d take you there in a heartbeat.” 

You sighed, a little dreamily. “Yeah.” 

Namjoon paused again, like he was calculating something under his lowered brows, then began again. 

“What you said in the restaurant got me thinking.” 

“I said a lot. Which part?” 

“That restaurant…it wasn’t you. The…experience–expensive food and decor. The overall environment. We’ve been dating a little while but I want to give you things you haven’t experienced.” 

You nodded. “You have.” 

“Maybe I’m not talking about money wise.” 

You met his heavy stare. It wasn’t in the least bit awkward the way he stepped close, his front almost touching you, staring down his nose, right into your eyes. And you, swaying lightly, looking up into his relaxed face. Calm curiosity was back on his features. 

I wouldn’t object if you gave me the experience of touching me again. You coughed gently, hinting. “What then..”

“There’s things you haven’t done. ..Experienced.” A nod. He had to ask these softball questions fully knowing. But why? 

“Yes.” 

“I’m going to ask you something and I want the truth. We haven’t really…discussed this and I think here is the best place–now is the best time–to have that talk.” 

Uh oh. “Um–”

He tutted when your lips worked as fresh chills washed over your torso. Had he gone rogue and dug up some dark secret from your background? Namjoon’s level of wealth and power, he had to know how to vet someone in ways they couldn’t hide even with the most herculean efforts. He’d find it out–wouldn’t stop until he did. 

“It’s not like that. This isn’t a gotcha. Just…want to ask. And I want the truth. Fair enough?” 

“Sure.” You watched his hand come up and fondle a strand of your hair before sliding it behind your ear. He tickled that lobe and smirked. 

“You’ve been with a man before.” He waited for your nod. “...Have you ever..undressed a man?” 

“What?” You swayed a little more obviously. Namjoon’s grip settled on your shoulder, righting you gently. “What’s that mean? I’ve seen a guy undress.” 

“Not what I asked.” There was a sweet patience in the twist of his lips. 

“I.---” 

“Y/n..” When he caressed under your chin your head lifted and fell back from the ghost of pressure. Your lids gained several pounds and you whined in the beginnings of horny confusion. 

No need to hide that from this man. Namjoon had seen every inch of you naked. Maybe not at every angle, but you could be open to changing that. He was a grown man. Healthy. Interested in you. Raring to go. And that was turning your brain into a blended mess of hormones and chaos. 

“Yes?” You gasped. When the back of his pointer finger knuckle traveled along your lips, you pressed them to the point and exhaled when his lids lowered in response. 

“It’s one thing to see a man take his clothes off. Have YOU ever taken a man’s clothes off.” 

“A shirt, sure.” 

“--All of it. Head to toe. Shirt. Pants..under those things…” 

“No.” You quietly conceded. He didn’t let your head lower. It was more habit than shame. Namjoon never made you feel awkward or bad about your green nature with a lot of this relationship stuff. 

“Will you do it for me?” 

A long blink and his face blurred until your eyes focused on those soft dimples and the faint parting of his lips in a flirtatious grin. 

“Undress you?” Namjoon nodded and his thumb pulled at your lower lip. You whined and his teeth sank into his lip. 

“Please?” He whispered. “You can say no…if it’s really—”

“Yes.” You coughed. “I…just.. I don’t know what to do but..if you don’t mind me fumbling through–.” 

“I was inexperienced too. The best way to learn is to do. The hands-on approach is the best route, if you ask me.” He had the knowledge of years–lord knew how many–of experience at this. It was hard to believe he was ever inexperienced or new. Nervous or fumbled at anything, especially with the way he touched you. 

Eventually you let your head bob and he stepped back, gently collecting your wrist. He didn’t speak, heading for the living room space. Then going beyond it–right for the hallway. The one that led to the bedroom. 

Namjoon stood just out of reach from the end of the bed. A california king style, spanning what felt like the entirety of the room. In reality it was impressively wide–like Namjoon himself, but right now you had a bit of a skewed perspective. Bravely you stepped close to him. Within reach of that big chest. His eyes trained on your face, he inhaled,puffing a bit. 

“I took care of the tie..” Namjoon chuckled. “Hope you can forgive my robbing you of that.” You snickered and reached up to put your hands on his pecs. The firmness was palpable through the crisp fabric. You walked fingers inwards, heading for the buttons. 

“That’s right..” He murmured. “Keeping going..” 

Your fingers felt weak. Uncoordinated. But you managed anyway, popping several buttons open, heading down to just above his navel before you paused again, checking his stare for approval or direction. He only offered a serene smile and silence. 

You undid more buttons, rewarded with the tight, perfect smoothness of his skin–the line of belly muscles and upwards, where the firm shapes of his pectoral muscles waited when you spread the material apart further and further. Namjoon groaned briefly and his head went back when you leaned close. Like he was anticipating your next move. 

And the things it did to your insides… You felt light headed again but rallied. Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, you watched it slide down, pooling around the crooks of his elbows. At least he wasn’t wearing cufflinks tonight. You’d seen them before and he even tried to explain the differences before, but you were only supremely grateful right now for one less roadblock. One less challenge for your confused mind. 

He twisted a little to help you push the sleeves down his wrist and tug each one off. The shirt hung around his waist, still tucked into his slacks. You touched the waist of the pants and heard his breath hitch. 

Heat swelled between your legs. No way you dared to look up right now. His scent washed over you, almost choking every molecule of air from your lungs–not that you minded. Your nostrils flared when the waist button popped open. The slacks zipper was almost silent sliding down. He didn’t move as you pushed the pants down his hips. The shirt free, it finally dropped to the floor at Namjoon’s back. 

“That’s much better.” He grumbled. “Keep going. A bit more left, sweetheart.” 

Your head swam dangerously, fingers gripping his hips. Underneath that grasp the material of his boxer briefs provided a nearly frictionless glide. And what that tight material encased just above his thighs was enough to humble you even to the edges of your best, more explicit fantasies. Until Namjoon, you had no conception how good a real man could feel when he was yours alone. 

“You’ve got me so hard already. Take it all off. Almost there..” His quiet murmuring eventually penetrated the hum in your brain, clearing away the fog. 

“Jesus..” You whined, lips touching the center of his chest as your thumbs dove between his skin and the waist of the briefs. The material dropped, sliding down the pillars of his thighs slowly. He barely lifted one foot, then the other, shaking each until the briefs met the ground around his feet. 

Immediately your hand found Namjoon’s cock, wrapping the thick shaft. He was already pulsing as your fingers tightened. His eyes rolled a little and he gulped, then let out a louder groan. 

“You feel so good..” You gasped, turning your profile into his skin. Inhaling and letting the tip of your tongue explore, leaving a wet, meandering trail. Fingers combed up the back of your head and he palmed your skull, guiding it back. 

He was kissing you deep so suddenly. And it lingered on until you had to pull away and suck in a breath. The euphoria of being oxygen starved rushed through you and everything around you in the room became wobbling shapes. Shadows, changing form in a blink. 

“Y/n..” He broke another kiss, lips close enough to graze your lower lip. If he only knew how badly you wanted the suction and the satisfying pop of release. He’d already proved to have amazing lips–strong and firm. Could suck the soul right out of you, if you let it go on too long.  

“Mnnnnn.” You whined. 

“What else haven’t you done with a man? Tell me. I want to do it. I want to be a first for you.” 

Jesus Christ Namjoon. You ARE a ‘first’. You in my life is a thing so brand new it’s unheard of for me. You swallowed and tried to chase his lips but however closer you leaned, Namjoon kept his mouth just as far away, controlling things. As was the status quo. He was much less at the mercy of his hormones than you. 

“I haven’t really felt fingers…” 

“Where?” His smile spanned so wide there was a devilish angle. Teeth flashed and he nosed your chin, forcing your head back. His lips rode down your jugular. 

“You know..” 

“I don’t..” He hissed at your collarbone. “Tell me.” 

“I..Inside me.” 

“Your mouth? Where, baby?” He was probably enjoying the coy, ignorant side he was playing right now. It worked well to force you to reply. But so did the growing ache chewing through your folds under the darkness of your dress and the satin panty barrier separating your modesty from the undoing that was coming down the pike. 

“Namjoon..” 

“Y/n..” A feathering touch traced up your inner thigh and stopped short of going under the dress where it was wet and burning hot. You wanted to faint but screwed your eyes shut. “All you have to do is tell me. We can make it happen..” 

“Inside me. My…pussy.. Here..” You slid a palm over your mound, cupping. The pressure was driving you mad but it was also serving to make it clear–if he still wanted to play dumb. He pulled back and glanced down between your bodies and circled the back of your knuckles of the hand still cradled over your sex. 

“You’ve never been fingered before?” 

“No.” You wheezed. It was the god’s honest truth. If he wasn’t bullshitting he’d be down to remedy that tonight. So far Namjoon’s track record was favoring “asking because he wants the answer and wants to fix it”, so you weren’t worried. 

“That’s…God.. Who would pass up a chance to slide inside you however they can fit?” He rumbled behind seal lips and stepped away, taking his touch with it. Your hand moved away from that molten center at the top of your thighs and you trained swimming vision on his tall form. 

“Considering how sensitive you are normally..this is going to feel good for you.” He observed at normal volume. Casual. It was hard to determine if he was talking to you or thinking out loud. Either way it had you woozy again.

“Let’s satisfy that curiosity then, hmm? Get on the bed–on your back, please.” 

The bed was as comfortable as it had proved to be from your memory of all the previous times you laid here. Post sex. Pre sex. Gasping and sweating. Tangled up with Namjoon’s long limbs, lips sucking and pressing. Losing your mind under impossible thread count sheets. 

The coolness was a nice change as you set and scooted back until your feet were just at the end. Namjoon had walked away, then came back and laid something on the bed near your left leg. You tried to look but he kissed your shin and growled. 

“Eyes on me.” 

As he commanded, you did, watching the crown of his head lower as he slid fingers up your legs, then your thighs, escaping up under the dress until he found the panties. They came down faster than his briefs. Bunched in his fist, he brought them to his nose, huffing deep and slow. Once soft, adoring eyes, hardened to something more primal. Hungry. He dropped the panties on the bed near your foot and mounted the bed, crawling up between your calves, working them apart with his widely spread knees digging into the yielding plush of the memory foam mattress topper. 

“The thing I’ve learned about exploring and pleasuring a woman is that it’s most important to have as much direct skin contact as possible. There’s so many nerve endings in every square inch. Maybe more than a man’s body..” He droned quietly, watching the dress slide up your skin, to the space just above your hips where it was narrow, then out again, up to your breasts. Then off into a haphazard pile on top of one nearby pillow. One of many barricading the headboard. 

“I’m..nervous..” It came out as Namjoon’s eyes roamed your naked skin. He’d been about to cup your breasts and paused, looking up again. 

“I get in my own head too, sometimes. Close your eyes for me. It helps..” 

“I can’t..” You were telling the whole truth. As heavy as your lids felt earlier, the nervousness was back, pinning your eyes wide open. Your belly trembled with several deep breaths. Namjoon watched your navel shivering as it rose and fell and cooed. 

“Sweetheart..” A spiral around the divot of your navel froze you. He followed down to your mound, riding the shape further. When he touched your hood your ass lifted off the bed a little and Namjoon growled again. 

“So responsive. There’s probably the most nerve endings here..” He swept the wide pad of his thumb over your clit, pulling the hood back and letting it slide back in place. Electricity crawled your scalp as you shuddered.

Your thighs fell away from each other and Namjoon moved both his knees wider, pinning them just a bit further apart. It felt good but the stretch at the center of your core wasn’t much diminished. The cool bedroom air washing over your folds helped for a second. 

“Let’s see..” He breathed, tracing the tip of his pointer finger around your hood, then dipping into your flesh and splitting your seal. It made your thighs shake as they tried to fight his strong muscles to no avail. The convulsion to snap shut was eliminated. It wasn’t happening so long as this man was kneeling between your legs. 

When his finger entered you it drew another lungful of air when you gasped. Your breasts arched, head pushing backwards into the bed. A low moan rippled up your throat as his finger pulled back and dove in again, deeper. It was a few plunges and he went to the third knuckle. 

“I…Oh my god..J..joon..please..” You keened, feeling drunk. Feeling like fire was running right up the center, splitting your pussy in half. Namjoon added a second finger after a few slow thrusts. Your eyes finally shut, upper body rolling sharply to one side. He planted his other palm gently onto your abdomen. 

“Now now..princess..” He chuckled. “That’s a common reaction. Feel good?” When your head snapped up and down he murmured approvingly. It was getting wetter. Sliding much too easily. You could hear the soft crackle of your pussy sucking up both digits when they dove in and retreated. 

But it went on for a while, the pleasure building in your belly in the form of a giant, heavy ball. Namjoon slowed, fingers paused inside you, to spiral this thumb against your clit. Your walls squeezed and he hissed through set teeth. 

“Fuck..that’s what I love. Finding the right spot and the squeezing—” He trailed off, dropping his head between your thighs. Latching onto your clit, Namjoon sucked, sawing his fingers firmer and faster, in and out. 

Minutes swam by. Before you knew it, he’d come up just enough to talk into the moist skin of your mound. Wetness clinging in ropes against his lips and your flesh as his lips moved. He sounded almost breathless. Excited. 

“Y/n…Baby..” He crooned. You couldn’t lift your head. Couldn’t open your eyes. Couldn’t do a damn thing but pull at his fingers with your aching muscles. You needed more than that, but it was almost too much at the same time.

The sensory overload told the same story: enough to override everything and have you cumming soon. You knew that buzzing in your flesh. You knew the tightening in the skin below your opening. You knew the spastic flutters when he sucked just hard enough or stabbed at just the right angle. 

Your body twisted, chest rising and falling in a fresh panic. You were close to a high that promised to be just as impressive as any session with a vibrator or riding this man’s perfect cock the few times you’d had it. 

Syllables left your lips. From the fragments Namjoon could tell enough that he was heading the right direction. Praise rained on your senses again as his fingers moved, deeper. Twisted and pressed. A third joined the first two and your spine straightened, heels digging into the bed. Namjoon leaned into his palm as he swept over your front wall and lightning crashed through your brain.

You stiffened, choking on nothing as pressure turned into a wash of ecstasy so unique. Different from the clit stimulation he’d been giving. He was watching your face, modest smile on his shining lips. 

“Like that… It’s a nice spot. Once you find it..you can’t leave it alone. You tell me when you can’t hold it anymore, Y/n. Don’t worry about what happens. Just relax and lean into it.” Whatever he was saying was vaguely registering. Instead your ass rocked up and down against the bed as he fucked his fingers into you firmer and faster. 

Your hands clawed the sheets. Found skin, bare and muscle, and sank against it, tugging. He didn’t change pace or pause. If it hurt, it wasn’t showing on his face. All that remained was Namjoon’s heavy stare, watching you like a hawk. 

Another stab right into that spot he’d massaged before and a wave of cold washed you from head to toe. Your spine changed to an S shape as you twisted two directions–from the waist up and down. 

“That’s it..” He snapped, breathing against your never as he worked your pussy more and more, stirring against your g spot. Pushing and probing like he was expecting any moment you’d blow. “Hold it as long as you can…. I know it’s a lot of pressure..you just want to push.. Just..a little more, Y/n..” 

He’d only finished the request and your mind whited as a massive, menacing clench seized your walls. You shrieked and shuddered, wrapping fingers around what had to be his forearm rising from the palm braced against your abdomen. 

“It’s…I…” You gurgled, going dizzy again. “P..please..” Pleading for no reason but also beaming every single ounce of desire that he NOT stop. The orgasm was so slow and explosive as it opened up inside you. 

The pressure exploded as something eventually rushed out of you, chasing Namjoon’s fingers as they slipped free. His distant, approving laugh was almost musical as you came. And continued to cum. Wet heat pooled below your ass and grew in size until it was clear: this wouldn’t be a modest little spot on clean white sheets. 

This would be something else entirely and the urge to push finally passed as you fell back against the bed. 

“Oh my god..” You lamented at full volume, forearm shielding your eyes as you turned away from the confusion and reality flooding in. Your chest still burned for air as you laid there, drinking in lungfuls. 

Namjoon hadn’t moved from where he’d been, except to lean down and lick a wide stripe across one nipple. Then he tugged with his lips and popped free. 

“Know what you just did, baby? It was so fucking hot..” 

“I’m sorry..” You bleated. “I…ruined your bed I—”

“No.” Namjoon barked against the underside of a breast as he rooted there, kissing. Sucking. Making art out of love bites ringing the plump, doughy flesh now bathed in a light sweat. “Your body responded perfectly. In the best way. Guess you didn’t know you had a g-spot did you?”

“..A what?” You replied. 

“Uh huh… Not every girl responds like that but god…YOU did. And I love it. So SO much. When it happens from my cock–”

“You can…make me feel like this on your cock?” 

“Mnnnhmmm.” He purred, coming up to lean over you, gazing down into your eyes. “The mess is even better. Something happens inside. Fucking through that kind of wetness… It’s such a beautiful, rare thing. There’s positions that work so good… We have some time tonight, if you want to explore them.” 

“Is that what YOU want?”

“I left the night up to you, Y/n.” He laughed quietly, bringing your head off the bed, cupped in the comfort of his palm, then his lips sank against you. Moans traded between you as your lips wrestled against Namjoon’s, drawing out his tongue and pushing it back with your own. 

He was SUCH an amazing kisser. You’d lost so much time kissing with partners who barely understood the first thing about a proper, satisfying kiss. Here Namjoon was, rectifying and rewriting history. 

After another long, deep, lingering kiss you spoke again. “Namjoon… What…what happened? What did I…do?”

“You ruined my sheets, Y/n.”

“God…you make it sound—”

“Shh. You never had this happen before?” 

“No. This is the first.. You’re my…first.” 

“Oh my god..” His eyes almost rolled up and shut as Namjoon’s chest boomed again with a long groan. “That’s going to make me pop… and I’m not even inside you. You handled my fingers as well as you took my cock. I really didn’t doubt it but…”

“But I..made a mess..” You wiggled underneath him, more aware of the rapidly cooling dampness under your ass. It was getting more unpleasant, which meant more understanding it was YOUR fault. 

“And it’s fucking HOT. I’ll take care of that. Promise me…you’ll let me make you do it again?” 

“Joon…god..” You buried your face against one broad shoulder and Namjoon didn’t pull away, nosing along your scalp. 

“I’m serious, baby. This isn’t something that we do once. We can explore it. I’m prepared to show you some other firsts in that vein of experience. Do you trust me?”

“Wouldn’t be at your place, naked, spread on your bed if I didn’t.” You scoffed. 

“Mmnnnn. And I’ll do what it takes to show you I love having you like this. Now… I’ll grab some water and a towel. You stay here, got it?” 

“Joon..” 

“Say yes, Y/n. This isn’t a debate. It’s a Yes or No.” 

“Yes.” You finally sighed, letting your body sink back into the bed when he pulled away, sat up, then backed down the bed to stand upright. You only watched so much as he turned and walked away, engorged cock slowly swaying and bobbing with every few steps until his shape disappeared from the view you had with the strength barely scraped from the meager remains. 

This beat the hell out of a fancy dinner with dishes you couldn’t pronounce. But that also meant another bonus: Namjoon spoiling you tonight: being your teacher and your cook. Your boyfriend. Your complete indulgence and the key to things you hadn’t even begun to learn about yourself. 

Which meant this night was going to be pretty damn good.

@mochilatae