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Experimental | JJK

Pairing: Sub!Scientist!JJK x Fem!Alien!Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff, Alien/Monsterfucker AU Word Count: 5.4K Synopsis: Held captive for experimentation, you’ve come accustom to the constant swabbing and pricking. It isn’t so bad when the testing is conducted by your favorite scientist, Jungkook. Now comfortable with his calm and innocent presence, you dare to conduct some experiments of your own… Rating: M (18+) Warnings: Reader is held captive for experimentation, seduction/manipulation, erotic asphyxiation/suffocation, size kink, begging, Koo is a whiny baby and will do anything to please his noona uwu, praise kink, subby babyboy kink 👀, raw penetration (F&M), tentacle pegging (M), minor drug use (addictive arousal??), cursing, forced orgasm, prostate milking, overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie, cum addiction.

A/N: Co-written with @sombreboy​, my rock and celestial soulmate 🥺. I want to give a huge thank you to Mino for providing the babyboy energy and crackhead humor necessary to make this fic come to life. I also want to thank our combined crab powers for coming up with this idea—another “open doc anything goes” experiment that went very, very right. Happy reading, monsterfuckers. Please give us lots of love if you enjoy! We absolutely treasure everyone who reads <3 

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not yet. jjk

not yet, almost, right now pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, some angst, pg-13 word count. 4.1k warnings. mentions of infidelity, some feelings come to light, unrequited pining, spur of the moment kissing, light grinding on the dance floor, jungkook pops a boner and wants to cry</3 summary. jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship note. this is based off a request sent a while back for numbers #43 and #67 from this prompt list! (i think this might turn into a small drabble series…mayhaps)

Jungkook can spot your discomfort easily, the occasional colorful light bouncing off your face showing him the flash of anger in your eyes. The only reason he’s not currently running for the hills, knowing very well how mean you can get when angry, is because your glare isn’t being sent at him. Not yet at least. 

Because of this, he allows himself to enjoy the cute way your nose scrunches up, lips twisting in displeasure as you stare at the crowd of people, eyes locked onto an unlucky bystander. Honestly, he wishes he could hear your thoughts, wanting to know exactly what has your panties in a bunch, ruining your mood instead of letting you enjoy the expensive fruity drink he had just bought you as payment for allowing him to drag you out of the house. Jungkook isn’t a mind reader though, so he decides on his next best option. 

“Who’s got you looking all sour?” he sighs, resting his elbow on the counter of the bar as he inches closer to you, head at your level in an attempt to match your line of sight. 

“Him,” you seethe, brows pinching together, showing those light wrinkles in between them, a product of how expressive you were and definitely something Jungkook always teases you about. 

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cozy thief. (m) jjk

pairing. jeon jungkook x reader genre. smut, fluff, mutual pining word count. 5.1k warnings. roommate!au, cuteness!! lots of kissing & heavy petting, hand in pants action and messy/needy humping from jungkook lol  summary. a rainstorm knocking out your power is the small push needed for confessions to come tumbling out author’s note. requested for #30 from this prompt list! thank you for sending this in 🖤 (requests now closed)

The bubbling water is the only thing you focus on as you rest against the countertop, hands tightly holding onto your fluffy blanket of choice to trap all of the warmth in before it could escape. The rhythmic pattering of rain against the windows has become background noise now, already accustomed to the sound that woke you up hours ago.

It’s therapeutic really, your fuzzy socks sliding along the floor as you pull out your favorite mug, grabbing the hot chocolate mix and mini marshmallows from their rightful spot in the pantry. You don’t even think about the ridiculous electric bill you’ll be getting from how high you currently have the heater cranked up, freezing to death was not worth saving a few bucks. 

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good morning- jhs | m

through drought and famine, natural disasters, my baby has been around for me.  kingdoms have fallen, angels be calling. none of that could ever make me leave - get you, daniel caesar

↳ summary- hoseok’s methods of waking you up are … unconventional, but effective.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+ / nsfw

↳ word count- 2.1k

↳ pairing- jung hoseok x reader

↳ genre- smut, the barest amounts of fluff

↳ warnings- dirty talk, throat fucking, oral sex (m receiving), dry humping? idk, dom/sub undertones, cum facials, begging, dom!hoseok, brat!reader, degradation kink, titty play heyyyy

↳ a/n- heeehhhh hello. this is completely self-serving because god damn do i want to wake up to a throat full of hoseok pls.  i hope you enjoy this bc damn i enjoyed writing it :/ lolol.  please feel free to leave feedback, talk to me, etc etc.  i love hearing from you all!  ILY.  also thanks to the pals in the bhq sprint bc i got the most of this done in there? its SCARILY EFFECTIVE LOL. i love u all

“Good morning, baby.”

The voice of your boyfriend wakes you gently.  His warm hands rub at the bare skin of your back, exposed to the air as you press your face deeper into your pillow.

Hoseok laughs at your groan.  Never the morning person, unlike him.  Hoseok’s body is naturally wired to wake up at 6 am, a smile as bright as the morning sun.  Yours, more like 10, and in need of a cup of coffee before you can even think of a smile.

His hand feels comforting on your back, and it makes the groggy ascent back to reality from dreamland easier.  

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i’ll float away - myg | m

they show you how to swim, then they throw you in the deep end. what if I don’t float?  - float, the neighborhood.

↳ summary- years after the breakup, yoongi, a successful award-winning rapper with an unhealthy addiction, finds your wedding invite on Facebook.

↳ rating- explicit/18+

↳ word count- 12.6k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- idol!au, postbreakup!au, very heavy angst, smut, fluff

↳ warnings- discussions of drugs and death, penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), creampie, dirty talk, min yoongi being a mental health king

↳ a.n- hi everyone! some of you may recognize this fic.  this fic is my baby. i went through and edited it a little more and put all the chapters together to make it a one shot.  i think it flows better that way!  i hope you enjoy this.  this fic means so so so much to me and while it’s heavy, i hope you enjoy the ride it will take you on.  this fic got me back into writing and i will forever be thankful for that.

↳ this fic contains adult content, such as drug use, discussions of suicide, accidental overdose, discussions of drugs and addictions.  while this is not romanticized, or idolized, it is discussed.  please take care of yourself and proceed with caution.  18+ | discretion is advised.

‘We cordially invite you to the wedding of…’

Min Yoongi felt numb.

Yoongi always felt numb, but this felt different, wrong.  Like he was falling and had no ledge to grip.

It felt as if the world had stopped on its axis, and at any moment, gravity would turn off and he would just float, float away to nothingness.

There was no sound. Everything existed in silence.

His fingers couldn’t move. Eyes were glued to his phone screen where he stared at the wedding invite on fucking Facebook.

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the duality! are we sure this was the same day? 🤯🤔

200826 2020 FNS 歌謡祭 夏 (STAY GOLD+MIC DROP) cr. @0901230___

hello blue..!! ♡

Hello I’m RM, the “Blue” of BTS

BTS at Sowoozoo 2021 💛

physical - pjm | m

lights out and follow the noise. baby keep on dancing like you ain’t got a choice. so come on, let’s get physical - physical, dua lipa

↳ summary- you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. it’s enough to make you irrational.

↳ rating- explicit

↳ word count- 6.2k

↳ pairing- park jimin x reader

↳ genre- smut, fluff, comedy, fitness instructor!jimin, honestly this is pwp but with like 20% plot

↳ warnings- oral sex (m/f receiving) penetrative sex, sex in public, exhibitionism, spitting, slightly dom!jimin, jimin is v mouthy during sex, jimin is also a brat, 

↳ a/n- hiiiii we back at it again.  this fic brings me to 1 fic per member so i can finally feel good about repeats looloooolll also, this was very fun to write because i got to incorporate my love for exercise classes and my bias uwu.  also jimin 100% would be the worst instructor to take a class from bc i would NEVER focus EVER AGAIN.  pls feel free to message, comment, etc etc bc i love friendship.  enjoy!!!!!

The sound of your spin shoes clipping into the pedals is like music to your ears. 

You feel your shoulders relax as you roll them, warming and stretching the muscles of your arms and back. EDM beats play lightly over the impressive sound system, encouraging the riders to cycle to warm up for 45 minutes of adrenaline and heart-pumping cardio. 

Spin class is one of your happy places. Group fitness classes give you a rush that solo workouts can’t compare to. You love the camaraderie, the support and the built in friendships. Plus, you love having someone at the front of the room tell you exactly what to do. So what, you’re a little subservient? 

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higher - kth | m

all that matters to me girl, win or lose, is an x-rated complete swirl of me and you. so if you want to see the show, just come with me baby, i will show you how i roll - insurance?, the higher

↳ summary- a chance meeting with a handsome stranger in the airport leads to a very exciting flight.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 3.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre-  smut, pwp, the plot is basically one whole sentence

↳ warnings-  public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, cum play, unprotected sex (fiction isnt rl life, wrap it up pals), sex in an airport and a plane whoops, sex with stranger

↳ a/n- hi folks! this fic has been in my trash basically because i wasnt sure i liked it too much! but i was convinced by a few friends to post it. i surely hope you enjoy this little to no plot LMFAO.  pls feel free to message, comment, dm me, carrier pigeon, etc etc. i LOVE YOU.

“Wow, you’re cute,” a voice calls to you through the crowded airport. 

You lower your book down to gaze at where the voice came from, an eyebrow arched in confusion. An airport was an odd place to be hit on. 

The voice came from the man across from you, sitting in the black plastic leather seat of the waiting area for your gate. He waves his hand a little as if to take ownership for the compliment. 

“Oh, uhhh,” you bite your lip. “Thank you?”

He smiles. It’s beautiful.  You’re struck by the gleaming white teeth and boxy smile.

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Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates

ty to my love @wwilloww​​​​ for the banner!

Word Count: 22.8k 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: College/Roommates AU, fluff, smut

Warnings: *takes deep breath* soft dom!Jungkook, sub!reader, dirty talk, vibrator use, fingering, size kink, hair pulling, pussy slapping, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum-eating, oral (m&f receiving), marking, spanking, face-fucking, rough sex, morning sex, soft sex, body worship, teasing, rimming, ass-eating, anal fingering, butt plug use, anal sex, cumshot, aftercare (don’t stress, this isn’t all one scene fhkfdlghfd)

Rating: 18+

Summary: What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.

A/N: Here it is a day early because I finished editing it and I have approximately 0 self-control when it comes to holding my works back to post at a later date. Hopefully this doesn’t inconvenience anyone FHKFDLGHFD

I literally worked away at this fic everyday for the past 3+ weeks, and I’m so glad it’s finally here! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and please do let me know what you think. A comment means the world to me! 

Big thank you to everyone who showed interest in this fic as I was working on it, as well as the lovely people in the BSH discord who gave me motivation to write every day along the way!

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You sat on the couch of your shared apartment, scrolling mindlessly through social media once again. It wasn’t as though you had many other choices of activity. Being university students on break, the quarantine had ripped both yours and Jungkook’s summer job opportunities right from beneath you.

So here you were, month three of minimal contact with the outside world, sitting on the couch you may as well call your home within a home.

You learned very quickly that Facebook was definitely not the app of choice to pass time on, seeing as you only ended up angry at the amount of bad takes visible within the first 5 minutes of browsing. No, you chose to favour Instagram instead, seeing as you could just scroll through food porn, beautiful people, and memes for hours on end.

It definitely was not because your roommate’s thirst traps tended to dominate your feed there. Definitely not. At all.

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carnival lights

part of @jamaisjoons‘ summer bucketlist writing event!

pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader (feat. the rest of bts)

genre: haunted carnival au, horror/thriller, fluff, suggestive content

word count: 6,986

warnings: marijuana use, alcohol consumption, swearing, suggestive content (making out, grinding, hickeys, hair pulling, praise kink, degradation, dirty talk), breaking and entering, blood mention

summary: with half of your friend group graduated and leaving your hometown to move to the city for work, you and your friends decide to have one last adventure together (in the words of hobi even though it’s only may and you see each other like every day). but things are always different in the nighttime and you never know what’s lurking between the funnel cakes.

a/n: tysm to solaris for coming up with this writing event!! this was really fun for me to do because it’s very different from what i usually write. this was supposed to go up at the beginning of august but life became really crazy for me starting mid-july lmao. better late than never i guess but so sorry for the late upload. hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :-)

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Experimental | JJK

Pairing: Sub!Scientist!JJK x Fem!Alien!Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff, Alien/Monsterfucker AU Word Count: 5.4K Synopsis: Held captive for experimentation, you’ve come accustom to the constant swabbing and pricking. It isn’t so bad when the testing is conducted by your favorite scientist, Jungkook. Now comfortable with his calm and innocent presence, you dare to conduct some experiments of your own… Rating: M (18+) Warnings: Reader is held captive for experimentation, seduction/manipulation, erotic asphyxiation/suffocation, size kink, begging, Koo is a whiny baby and will do anything to please his noona uwu, praise kink, subby babyboy kink 👀, raw penetration (F&M), tentacle pegging (M), minor drug use (addictive arousal??), cursing, forced orgasm, prostate milking, overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie, cum addiction.

A/N: Co-written with @sombreboy​, my rock and celestial soulmate 🥺. I want to give a huge thank you to Mino for providing the babyboy energy and crackhead humor necessary to make this fic come to life. I also want to thank our combined crab powers for coming up with this idea—another “open doc anything goes” experiment that went very, very right. Happy reading, monsterfuckers. Please give us lots of love if you enjoy! We absolutely treasure everyone who reads <3 

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tear you apart: curious demon. kth (m)

this takes place a few months after the first part, read here ! can also be read as a stand alone. pairing. incubus!tae x reader genre. smut, pure filth word count. 4k warnings. taehyung is cute and curious…until he’s filthy lol, v brief thigh riding, finger sucking, pain kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, choking, lots of cum, big demon dick tae returns!! he’s also v sweet at the end excuse me while i simp over a fictional demon. note. HAPPY HALLOWEEN! this was started at 3am bc incubus tae is haunting me, also just an excuse for more filth so i apologize if its scrambled haha (demon fuckers unite!)

“What’s that for?” Taehyung wonders, a curious tilt to his head as he observes you from a few feet away. He’s casually perched on your counter as you make your morning coffee, something you desperately need to keep you awake thanks to the demon’s hunger the night prior. 

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cozy thief. (m) jjk

pairing. jeon jungkook x reader genre. smut, fluff, mutual pining word count. 5.1k warnings. roommate!au, cuteness!! lots of kissing & heavy petting, hand in pants action and messy/needy humping from jungkook lol  summary. a rainstorm knocking out your power is the small push needed for confessions to come tumbling out author’s note. requested for #30 from this prompt list! thank you for sending this in 🖤 (requests now closed)

The bubbling water is the only thing you focus on as you rest against the countertop, hands tightly holding onto your fluffy blanket of choice to trap all of the warmth in before it could escape. The rhythmic pattering of rain against the windows has become background noise now, already accustomed to the sound that woke you up hours ago.

It’s therapeutic really, your fuzzy socks sliding along the floor as you pull out your favorite mug, grabbing the hot chocolate mix and mini marshmallows from their rightful spot in the pantry. You don’t even think about the ridiculous electric bill you’ll be getting from how high you currently have the heater cranked up, freezing to death was not worth saving a few bucks. 

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➵ PINK LEMONADE • MILF FEVER

➵ pairing: jeon jungkook x female!reader, kim seokjin x female!reader

➵ genre: smut, angst, fluff, milf au!, milf oc, pool boy jk, husband seokjin, ceo sj, trophy wife au

➵ warning; smut, infidelity is the biggest theme throughout this, toxic relationships, sex.. lots, JK IS A WIFE FUCKER!!, A DIRTY MILF LOVER!!, 10 year age gap!!, jk is 23 oc is 33, mention of baby vomit lmao, spanking, jk being obsessed with ass, smut is pretty tame for now, spitting, hair pulling, he creeps in her room at one point?, facefucking, oral secks, lots of ogling and jk getting horny, communication problems ?, jk and his friends are gross and like. .. slut-shame.., jk is a dog!!!

➵ wordcount: 6.8k

➵ summary; jeon jungkook likes to fuck married trophy wives. you just need someone to satisfy your sexual desires. it’s a perfect match.

➵ a/n; this is my submission for @thebtswritersclub monthly project! dishonest love for feb! n tho ik it’s for like a month away… i wanted to post at least the start of this series and i thought it tied in rather nicely with the theme of dishonest love <3 as always thank you to @jamaiskook for betaing and stopping me from embarrassing myself with my dumb writing!! @jaehyuner is the reason i started this n this is their literal idea so major props to them!! @hoseokism bc marie is <3 um ignore any mistakes bc i probably still made them 😐🤚

“I don’t trust him, you know?” Seokjin mumbles, one hand on your hip as he gently tugs down the straps of your satin negligee with the other. “Keeps looking at you.”

Your husband’s concern is about the new pool boy. A young, sweet boy by the name Jeon Jungkook. From what you’ve seen of him, he’s awfully shy, often avoiding your eyes and always chewing on his lip as you speak to him. However, you don’t really care what your husband has to say about the pool boy, because when he’s balls deep inside of you he should focus on how tight your pussy is. 

“It doesn’t matter, Seokjinnie.” You breathe out after a moment of silence, moving to rest your hands on his back to draw him closer. “Will you just fuck me?”

“Needy girl,” he scolds, pinching your clit and sharply thrusting his hips into you as a warning. “Don’t you understand how I feel, baby?” He grunts, forehead pressed against yours, lips ghosting over yours in a featherlight kiss.

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Stay | Yandere JJK

Pairing: Yandere!Sub!Jungkook x Fem!Dom!Reader Genre: Smut, Yandere Word Count: 5.4K Rating: M (18+) Synopsis: You had only touched Jungkook once before; a greeting and a farewell all in one motion. Just one night and you would never see him again—you promised. Nearly a month had passed and he couldn’t take it anymore. The memory of your touch, fading with each passing minute. So there he was, despite his better judgement, calling you again. Warnings: Obsessive, possessive and manipulative behavior, masturbation (M), stalking, kleptomania, dominant and submissive dynamics (y/n is a bit yandere too…you’ll see), dirty talk, cursing, so much teasinggg, degradation, humiliation, orgasm denial (whiney needy Koo wants to nut so bad), finger sucking, begging, gagging with lingerie (whew boy), rough body marking, rough unprotected sex, creampie. 

A/N: This is one of the many fics that’s sat in my WIPs for months and months. Good news…I finally mustered up the creativity to finish it! A big thank you to @sombreboy​, who gave me lots of positive reinforcement along the way—chu chuu ♡ I hope you all enjoy, please lmk if you love it!

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switch up! (m) jjk.

banner by @dee-ehn

pairing. bass player!jk x reader  genre. fluff, smut word count. 18k warnings. lotsa kissing, oral sex (m. & f.), sooome spit bc why not, protected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cockwarming?? summary. you would have never expected your shy, innocent art partner to be the man on stage covered in tattoos note. the tags are janky as fuck so if u read and enjoy, pls reblog ! let me refer you to this post of mine that birthed this hannah montana/double life jungkook. he is sweet and lowkey filthy and i love him sm & hope u will too <3, this fic is half plot and half smut to get myself back into writing filth and also to finally give jk a bassist story on my page lol, i’ve been working on this idea since january…writers block has been gnarly as fuck…so please let me know what you think of it hehe ty ilysm (also pls dont ask me for a part two, if i decide to write more for them ill let u guys know<3) taglist. @parkdatjimin , @jimilogy , @cheekychoca , @jjk301 , @marcoazz2 , @girlsforgloss , @fancycollectormoon , @aurevoir-le-bitches , @redbabie17 , @tomotae​ , @heartykoo ,

The gentle breeze of the wind flows around you, trees rustling above, leaves fluttering down and landing on the blanket you had just meticulously spread out. The red and yellow leaves stand out against the light material, and you’re tempted to just leave them there but your desire to make this perfect has you crawling forward instantly, plucking the leaves and tossing them aside before smoothing out the fabric once more and settling back onto your butt. 

There, that’s better. 

The set up you currently had looked more like a picnic than the original drawing ‘date’ you had arranged. A wooden wicker basket was to your left, full of a variety of snacks and treats for you to munch on while you worked, your art supplies nestled to the side of it. You had almost forgotten them in your haste to leave, too excited about spending time with your art partner outside of class to remember what the actual premise of this was. It doesn’t stand out too much, the giant quad in the middle of your campus was occupied by other couples having similar picnics all around you, so hopefully you can pass this off as no big deal. 

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hole in one | knj (m)

↣ pairing: single dad!namjoon x waitress!reader

↣ genre: smut, fluff, slight crack

↣ rating: +18

↣ word count: 10k

↣ warnings: alcohol consumption, explicit sex, daddy kink, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), 69, unprotected sex, light spanking, biting

↣ playlist: mushroom chocolate - quin, 6lack // leave the door open - silk sonic // continuum - tanérelle // papi - jennifer lopez // old money - lana del rey // unintended - muse // papi chulo - octavian, skepta // nasty - ariana grande // 34 + 35 - ariana grande

↣ summary: In which Kim Namjoon is a hot, rich single dad that plays golf every Sunday at the country club, and you're the waitress he's hopelessly in love with.

↣ notes: beta read by @dee-ehn and @thejooncrew thank u so much my loves!!

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“Good shot, sir!” You said, carrying a tray full of drinks. It had taken you at least five minutes to walk from the shaded Juice Hut to hole #1, where Kim Namjoon, successful lawyer, amateur golf player, and total DILF, had just started his weekly game of golf with his buddies. “Here’s your lemonade.”

“I told you to stop calling me sir,” he said with a smile, graciously grabbing the strawberry lemonade he ordered. “Thanks, by the way. You shouldn’t be out here in the sun. It’s hot out here.”

You chuckled, sending him a subtly flirty smile. “One, it’s my job... Two, it’s my job,” you joked, walking towards his two best friends, tennis player Jung Hoseok, and producer Min Yoongi, to hand them their drinks. “Here you go. Is there anything else you need?”

“Not at all, sweetheart, you’re good to go,” said Hoseok while wiping the sweat off his brow and grabbing his beloved mango juice. Yoongi sent you a smile as you handed him his water bottle.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to your game, have fun!” You said, preparing yourself to make the trek back to the Hut, but before you could leave, Namjoon stopped you.

He looked positively hot today, with his white pants, and a lavender Ralph Lauren polo shirt that hugged his thick arms and torso beautifully. His gloved hand subtly grabbed you by the shoulder and he leaned in to mutter into your ear. “Listen, umm, my kids are coming this afternoon, they’ve been pestering me all weekend because they wanna go to the pool…”

You nodded carefully. “Uh-huh, and…?”

Namjoon noticeably blushed. “U-Umm, well, I want them to meet you.”

Your eyes widened. “B-But I’ll be working all day.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, “it won’t take long, anyway. You’ll be working at the restaurant, right?”

You nodded. “Great,” he said, then had the audacity to wink, “we’ll be there at six.”

With that, you shyly muttered your goodbyes and began to walk back to the Hut. Namjoon smiled as he watched you leave, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“So,” Yoongi laughed. “How long until you finally ask her?”

Namjoon turned around, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Pardon?”

“It’s so obvious you like her,” Hoseok said with a grin. “I mean, look at you. You just stand there watching her leave with a stupid grin on your face. You’re in love.”

“Hopelessly so. I gotta write you two a song,” Yoongi said. “Maybe with that you can make her say yes.”

“Yes to what?” Namjoon wondered.

“Please, don’t make it seem like you’re getting her to meet your kids for nothing,” Yoongi said. “You know exactly what you’re doing. You want them to like her.”

Namjoon shrugged. “I mean, what can I do if my kids dislike my future girlfriend?”

“Aha! So you do like her!” Hoseok exclaimed.

“Of course I like her, dipshit, we’ve been seeing each other for months,” Namjoon said.

“If by ‘seeing each other’ you mean ‘secretly banging in the men’s locker room after hours’ then, yeah, I see what you’re trying to do,” Yoongi joked.

Hoseok laughed mischievously. “I wonder what Seulgi will say when she finds out you’ve been dating one of the waitresses from the country club.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Would you shut the hell up? She needs to pay for her master’s degree-”

“Oh, so you wanna be her sugar daddy now?” Yoongi questioned.

“Well, he certainly got the Daddy part down to a T,” Hoseok replied, stuffing one hand in his pocket and shielding his eyes from the sun.

Namjoon rolled his eyes again and sighed. “What Seulgi doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, I don’t need her pompous, classist ass shitting on me right now. I can’t handle another fight. Do you know what she did last Monday? She complained when I gave Ari some hot sauce with her chicken nuggets, and I forgot Ari hates hot sauce.”

“See, this is why I’m not getting married,” Hoseok said. “Statistically speaking, most marriages end in divorce. Like yours, for example.”

“Fuck you,” Namjoon seethed, gripping the handle of his golf club tightly. “Are you done clowning me now?”

“Not even close,” Yoongi said, walking over to the golf cart, “we’ve got seventeen more holes waiting for us.”

Hoseok smiled. “But Namjoon has already scored a hole in one,” he said, then laughed at his own innuendo.

Namjoon shook his head. “I hate you… so much.”

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Your heart raced at a hummingbird’s pace. Namjoon was a punctual man, never going back on his word. You could always trust him to deliver whatever he promised, and if he said he was going to be with his kids at the country club’s restaurant at six sharp, he was going to be there at six sharp.

You were taking another family’s order when he came in with two small children, one on each side, holding their hands tightly. He was wearing a white button-up shirt with the top buttons left open, and grey slacks, while his kids were wearing graphic tees and shorts, sporting wet hair and their respective backpacks. You’d never seen Namjoon’s kids before, though you knew they frequented the country club on the weekends.

You met Namjoon nearly a year ago when your boss sent you to cater to the golf players. So every Sunday you worked at the juice bar, known to everyone as the Juice Hut, that golfers liked to frequent in between their games.

You met Kim Namjoon one morning and were completely blown away by his kindness. He was a tall man, a rich lawyer that offered legal counseling to many famous celebrities, including his best friend Min Yoongi, but more than that, he was a dedicated father.

Every Sunday, for two months, he walked by and ordered a strawberry lemonade before he began his golf session, and just sat there at the bar and chatted with you. It amused you just how many stories he had to tell, and eventually, you began sharing yours as well. You learned that he had divorced his wife about three years ago due to their conflicting personalities, and the only thing that held them together was their two children, for whom they shared custody.

He learned that you were close to finishing your master’s degree in child psychology and that you eventually wanted to establish your own private practice, though money was a bit scarce at the moment, and this job, along with another job as an assistant at one of your professor’s practice, was the only thing that helped you pay the bills.

But then, that’s when things escalated. He began blatantly flirting with you every time he saw you, calling you sweet names, eyeing you like he wanted to devour you whole, or even just riling you up with just his words. You enjoyed every minute of it, how the man would sweep you off your feet with his suave comments or with just a flirty wink. Namjoon knew the effect he had on you and took advantage of it every time he could.

Still, it was just that, flirting. And it was all you planned to do. You knew you would get fired as soon as your boss found out you were banging one of the club’s most prolific members, so you limited yourself to innocent flirtation in the hopes it would remain just that, no matter how much it pained you.

But it all changed after the charity gala. Every year, the country club would organize a charity gala or auction, and the proceeds would go to a children’s charity the club was a patron of. You were tasked with waiting tables, and Namjoon was there along with his friends and business partners. Even though you wore a plain black uniform, much like the rest of your co-workers, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you, and at some point during the night, he told you to meet him in the men’s locker room. So you met, and eventually, you fucked.

That was the beginning of it all.

At first, you thought he was after you for just sex. After all, you met weekly, after hours, to have sex in the locker room like you were teenagers sneaking out of their parents’ house. Sometimes, he would check you into hotel rooms and fuck you until the sun was up, taking the time to know your body and to mold you to his figure until you fit together like puzzle pieces.

This, however, was entirely new to you. It wasn’t exactly a secret that you sported a big, fat crush for the 37-year-old, and it was really clear to you how much the older man cared for you but… it just couldn’t be.

No matter how much you hooked up with him on the down-low, the second your superiors found out that you’d been banging him, then it was game over for you, and you needed this job to pay your bills. And sure, Namjoon was a generous man, as he often liked to buy you gifts and little trinkets he found that reminded him of you, but… you also wanted to provide for yourself, to get out of this on your own, despite how big your college debt was.

Which was why the fact that Namjoon wanted to introduce you to his kids was so fucking scary. It meant that he wanted things between you to become serious, and you weren’t sure if that was the best idea. Still, you weren’t about to stand him up in front of his kids, and if he wanted you to meet them, at least you would give him that.

“Good evening!” You said, putting on a cheery smile as you approached their table. Namjoon and his kids immediately turned to you as you handed them the menu. “How are you doing on this fine day?”

“I saw you this morning, Y/N,” Namjoon sarcastically commented.

“It’s courtesy,” you teased, then turned to look at his children. “And who do we have here?”

“I’m Ari,” the girl beamed, her jet black hair framing her delicate face. She looked like a doll. “And I’m 5 years old!” She said, proudly holding up her outstretched fingers to show you her age.

“Her name is Areum, but we all call her Ari,” Namjoon explained.

“Because Areum sounds boring,” she refuted.

You laughed. “But you know the name Areum stands for beautiful, right? A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

She gave you a once-over, then looked at her dad and slumped in her chair. “Okay, I like her.”

The boy, closer to you, gallantly reached out his hand. “The name is Kim, Jiho Kim. Very pleased to meet your acquaintance.”

You looked at Namjoon weirded out as you accepted the boy’s hand. Namjoon couldn’t hold his laughter. “He’s my eldest. He’s kinda, uhh, obsessed with spies.”

“Dad lets me watch James Bond movies when I come over. But don’t tell mom,” he said, shaking your hand tightly. “Mom is always jealous because Dad is cooler than her.”

“Okay, Jiho, that’s enough,” Namjoon deadpanned.

“What? It’s the truth!”

“Oh, trust me, sweetie, your dad is pretty cool. Everyone here loves him,” you said.

Namjoon gazed at your form with sparkly eyes. “Yeah, well… I am pretty cool.”

“And who are you?” Areum asked. “How does dad know you?”

“Oh,” you said, taken aback by the girl’s boldness, “I’m Y/N, your waitress for the night-”

“And daddy’s special friend,” Namjoon said. “I wanted you to meet her because she’s very special to me.”

Areum’s eyes widened. “Wait, is that the girl you always talk about to Uncle Yoongi?”

“W-What?” You asked, panicked.

Namjoon was shocked at her honesty. “I… uhh…”

“No, it’s true! Every time he’s with Uncle Yoongi or Uncle Hobi, he always talks about you. You’re his girlfriend, aren’t you? I know what girlfriends are, I’m old enough to know,” Jiho said proudly.

Areum gasped. “Does this mean you’re gonna marry daddy?”

You blushed wildly, and Namjoon looked like he was three seconds away from having a heart attack. “A-Alright, kids, that’s enough for now. Why don’t we let poor Y/N breathe for a second?”

You laughed nervously. “No, no, it’s okay. Umm, no, we’re not dating. Your dad and I are just friends. Good friends, actually,” you shot Namjoon a look. “Uhh, I’m gonna leave you for a second because I have other tables waiting for me, so you can check the menu, alright? I’ll see you in a bit.”

You awkwardly walked away from the table, clutching your chest as you tried to regain your breath. Namjoon’s kids seemed friendly enough, albeit a little bold and maybe far too honest for their own good. Still, you managed to shake it off and carried on with your work.

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It was perhaps an hour later that Namjoon called you over. The kids had ordered chicken tenders and were too busy playing with their food to notice how Namjoon beckoned you. You clutched your empty tray nervously and leaned closer to him as he requested.

“I’m sorry if they intimidated you,” he began, “they’re not usually this bold.”

You shook your head. “I understand, it’s okay, they just caught me off-guard.”

He shrugged. “I mean… they weren’t wrong.”

You sighed. “Namjoon, please…”

“Please, what, Y/N? You know how I feel about you.”

“Not here, I’m working, what if someone sees? Or worse, what if someone hears us?”

“Oh, come on, you know I don’t care about what people say-”

“Yeah, but I do, because my job depends on it,” you countered.

Namjoon gave you a look. “I would never let them fire you over something this petty, Y/N. And, besides, if I had a say, you wouldn’t even be working here anymore.”

You frowned. “Excuse me?”

His face fell. “W-Wait, no, that came out wrong, uhh… what I was trying to say, is that you wouldn’t have to juggle two jobs and college, because I could help you with all of that.”

You sighed. “I don’t want you to be my sugar daddy, I already told you that.”

“I don’t want to be your sugar daddy, I want to be your boyfriend.”

At that, you stayed silent, eyes widened in surprise. “W-What?”

“Oh, shit, I wasn’t supposed to say that yet,” he muttered to himself, visibly panicking, “I-I mean, uhh, look why don’t we- if you want to, I mean, umm… Y/N, would you go on a date with me?”

You stood there, immobile, brain trying to process what the fuck just happened. Did Namjoon really ask you out on a date? Why were you feeling butterflies in your stomach all of a sudden?

“Daddy?” Areum asked all of a sudden, and the two of you turned to her. “Why is Y/N looking so pale? Is she alright?”

Snapped back to reality, you chuckled nervously and tried to play it off. “Oh, sweetie, it’s okay, I’m fine, your dad was asking if I wanted to help him to, uh, sort out his taxes, yes. A-And I said yes, of course.”

Namjoon beamed. “Really?”

You nodded quickly. “Uh-huh, yep, and now I have to go, because I, uhh, I’m needed somewhere else, enjoy the rest of your meal!” And with that, you walked away from the table, once again trying to calm down your emotions.

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Later that night, as you approached the staff exit, finally done with your shift, you received a call from none other than Namjoon.

“Need a lift?”

You paused in your tracks and looked around at the empty parking lot. “Where the hell are you?”

“In the front parking lot, the kids got distracted because their cousin was there and I had to sit down for like two hours talking to my brother and his wife. It was pretty boring, lemme tell you. Anyway, your shift is over, right?”

“Uhh, yeah, why?”

“I ask again, do you need a lift? I can take you home.”

“Joon, I can take the subway, it’s okay, I don’t wanna be a bother-”

“You’re not bothering anyone, baby.” He pulled out his secret weapon: pet names. Namjoon certainly knew how to make your knees weak. “I wanna drive you home. And don’t worry about the kids, because I know you’re gonna whine about the what-ifs and whatnot. They fell asleep as soon as I shoved them into the backseat.”

You sighed. “I can’t win with you, huh?”

“Nope, you’re stuck with me, baby. Stop being so stubborn and let me drive you home. I wanna talk to you anyway, it’s been a while since we had a good conversation.”

“Alright, fine, come get me,” you pouted, and within five minutes, Namjoon’s black Bentley pulled up in front of the staff exit. Luckily, no one else was around, so you quickly hopped into the shotgun seat.

The tension inside the car was palpable, and while Namjoon had his eyes on the road, you could feel how he sneakily gazed at you whenever he thought you weren’t looking.

“Your kids are cute,” you commented as you looked back to see Jiho and Areum sleeping with their cute little mouths hanging open, no doubt feeling tired after an entire day of playing around.

“They’re my little angels,” he said proudly. “I gotta take them back to their mom’s house, though. They got school tomorrow.”

“So they spend one week with you, and then one week with her?” You asked.

“Usually, yeah, exceptions are made for trips and whatnot, but at least the only thing Seulgi and I agree on is who gets what amount of time. It was the easiest part of the divorce, setting up the joint custody.”

“Which was the hardest?”

“Splitting goods,” he said earnestly. “It always comes down to money. I sold her my half of the house and got myself a sweet penthouse downtown. At least she didn’t get my car or I would’ve lost it.”

You grimaced. “Sounds like it was nasty.”

“Oh, please, you know how bitchy Seulgi is. Remember that scene she made last year?”

You rolled your eyes, feeling your blood boil at the mere mention of that witch. “Please, don’t remind me. I still get nightmares from that.”

Namjoon chuckled softly. “I never would’ve guessed I would be the dude with the bitchy ex-wife.”

“How so?”

“Well, our marriage was doing okay, at first, and we were pretty happy back then, but as the kids grew older we just kinda… grew apart. You know the story. We just weren’t made for each other.”

“I’ve felt like that before,” you admit. “Every breakup I’ve ever faced, it always left me feeling like I would never find the right one.”

“And did you?”

“What?”

Namjoon smiled. “Find the right one?”

You froze. “Joon, I-”

“I meant what I said, back there,” he said. “I want to date you formally. I wanna be your boyfriend. I want us to be something serious, not just a hookup. I like you, Y/N, I really do, and the reason I wanted to introduce you to my kids today is that I want them to like you too.”

You bit your lip. “You know how I feel about this, Joon.”

He sighed. “Please don’t bring up that same old excuse. Nothing will happen to you, or your job, as long as I get a say in it. I’m not letting anyone take that away from you and you know that.”

“A-And what about your kids, hmm? Or Seulgi-”

“I don’t give a damn about Seulgi, and you know that,” he said immediately.

“Y-Yeah, well, are you sure you want us to become serious? B-Because, y’know, I’m still finishing my masters, you work all the time, you’ve got kids to take care of, and we’re both nearly ten years apart-”

“Are you seriously pulling the age card? Now? You weren’t questioning this age gap when I was balls deep inside-”

“Shhh!” You said. “The kids might hear.”

Namjoon went silent and pulled up in front of a big house, supposedly Seulgi’s home. Namjoon sighed and turned to you. “Listen, I gotta wake up the kids, Seulgi’s waiting for them. But meanwhile, I wanna ask you something: what are you so afraid of, hmm? I want you, period. There’s no catch, no questions asked. I want you. Think about that, alright?” He said, then unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car.

While Namjoon took care of his sleepy kids and carefully helped them walk towards the front door, you slumped in your seat and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. What were you so afraid of? Namjoon’s words resonated in your head. Why were you depriving yourself of a shot at happiness? Was it because of what everyone else would think?

The sound of the door shutting startled you, and as Namjoon pulled off the driveway you realized you had been stuck in a trance for a while.

Carefully, you placed your hand atop his thigh and watched him clench his jaw. “I’m… afraid of what people might say.”

“But why?”

“You just don’t see it, Joon,” you said remorsefully, “you’re not the one who’s going to be called a gold digger, or a social climber. You’re not going to be reduced to a piece of meat by everyone else. You’re not going to be called a trophy girlfriend.”

“But you’re not any of those things, Y/N,” Namjoon said. “And if I have to go out there and clear the air all by myself, then I will. I just want to make you happy, and, well, be happy with you.”

You smiled weakly. “At first I wondered how you could even like me,” you confessed, guessing it was now or never when it came to being painfully honest. “How could a man like you, hot, rich, and smart, fall for a waitress.”

Namjoon laughed. “Hey, you’re hot and smart, too.”

“But not rich,” you countered.

“Ah, who fucking cares, you’ll have your private practice soon and then you’ll be super fucking rich, you’ll see.”

“You’re very optimistic.”

He shrugged. “When you got kids, you gotta be. I’ve learned it’s important to look into the bright side of things, y’know?”

You blushed. “Right.”

The car stopped at a red light. “Look, all I’m asking is that you give us a chance. I know you feel the same way I do, just… give yourself the opportunity to be happy, okay? If you really don’t want this, I’ll understand, but…” he trailed off for a moment. “Remember when I said Seulgi and I weren’t made for each other?”

You nodded.

“Sometimes I get the feeling that it was you all along. You are the one made for me, and I for you.”

Heat crawled up your cheeks. “Joon, I- wow,” you laughed, rendered speechless. “I don’t know what to say.”

He bit his lip. “Just tell me where you wanna go.”

“Huh? You mean my place or yours?”

Now it was his turn to blush, though the faint street lights didn’t do him any justice. “I meant our relationship, but if you wanna go to my place…”

You took a deep breath. “Then… yes.”

“Yes to what?”

“To both,” you said, then held up a finger before he could say anything else. “But on the condition that we take things slowly, alright?”

With that, Namjoon smiled. “Deal,” he said, then looked at you mischievously. “So, you wanna come to my place, huh?”

You grinned. “If Daddy says so.”

The hand on the steering wheel tightened. “Fuck, it’s gonna be a long night. Buckle up, baby.”

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You’d never been to Namjoon’s apartment before, but then again, neither had he been to yours. So far, all of your encounters had either been in your workplace or a hotel room, so this was new territory for both of you. His apartment was big -- a luxurious penthouse downtown, somewhat close to his office so he could bike there (Namjoon wasn’t too keen on driving if he could avoid it, ever the environmentalist).

Floor-to-ceiling windows gave you a magnificent view of Seoul, all the high-rises and towers lighting up the night sky. You looked around for a moment, lost in the artwork that covered his walls. You recognized some of the paintings to be from Kim Taehyung, one of his close friends and a renowned artist. Namjoon was an art collector, and he proudly displayed all his paintings and sculptures around his house like it was a museum.

“Do you like it?” Namjoon asked, hand clutching yours tightly as he led you into the open living room, the open, high ceiling making the space feel even bigger than it already was.

“I’m wondering how the hell you let your kids stay here around so much expensive stuff,” you admitted with a chuckle, admiring an abstract painting signed by Taehyung. “Honestly… I’m sure this painting is worth more than my apartment.”

“The kids are well-behaved, they know not to touch this stuff.” Namjoon chuckled, then pointed at the artwork. “This one is Taehyung’s first commission. We go way back, y’know? We were still in college when I asked him to paint one for me. It’s my most valuable painting, and not exactly because of its price.”

You turned to him. “That’s sweet. Back when we first met I didn’t take you for a sentimental guy.”

“And now? Am I sentimental enough?”

You slid a hand around his waist and scooted closer to him. “You’re perfect.”

Namjoon’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he placed a tender kiss on your forehead. “So, what do you wanna do? I bet you’re feeling tired from standing up all day.”

You nodded. “What do you have in mind?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know… maybe a nice bubble bath, a massage, some wine, candles-”

“You mean going to a spa.”

“Not precisely,” he said, facing you and cupping your face with his large hands. “I wanna make you feel good.”

“Hmm, and after the bath?” You asked, leaning into his touch.

“Make love to you again, and again…” He said, and leaned down to capture your lips in his.

He was soft. So soft. Softness all around. Soft, silky lips and soft, silky hair in which you tangled your fingers. And he smelled so good, he could sweep you off your feet with his fragrance alone.

But then he literally swept you off your feet, bending down to scoop you up bridal style, making you drop your purse to the ground, but you didn’t really care, and neither did he. Your mouths were still connected and that was all that mattered, him and those plushy, sweet lips. You held onto him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck for safety, and he had the audacity to smile into the kiss.

“Dork,” you laughed, kissing him even more; desperately, deeply.

“I love you,” he whispered into the kiss, holding you tighter.

You paused for a moment, pulling back from him to meet him eye-to-eye. “Really?” You wondered, cheeks going red.

He smiled, connecting your foreheads together. “There’s no one else I want. Just you.”

Your noses touched briefly, and then you whispered back, “I love you too, Joon.”

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m not letting you go. Ever. You’re stuck with me now.”

“Perfect,” you replied. “Now, about that massage…”

He laughed and turned around, walking towards a hallway which you supposed led to his bedroom. “You’re something else, baby.”

Eventually, you reached his bedroom, just as big as you imagined it to be, with a large king-sized bed right in the middle of it. Like the rest of his apartment, he had floor-to-ceiling windows giving you a mesmerizing view of the city, but the best view of all was the grin Namjoon had on his face as you entered his massive bathroom and then placed you on the floor.

“Okay,” you began, “something tells me this is, maybe, bigger than my bedroom.”

“Oh, please,” Namjoon laughed.

“It’s true! Your bathtub is probably the size of my bed,” you said, pointing at the large bathtub on one corner.

Namjoon walked towards you, wrapping both your hands in his and pulling you closer. “Well… you’re welcome to use my bed whenever you want. It’s there for you. Always. Like me,” he smiled adorably. “Now, pick one: rose or lavender.”

You debated for a moment. “Depends. What’s it for?”

“The bath bomb, of course,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Roses, then,” you said.

“Alright, get undressed, I’ll fill the tub.” He placed a small kiss on your forehead and then turned towards the tub, opening the faucet to allow the strong jet of water fill it up.

You watched for a moment as he adjusted the temperature, entranced by his big, wide torso and how his white shirt strained to contain his muscles. Even from the back, you could tell that Namjoon was ripped, but from the front, his buttons strained even more.

You let your mind wander as Namjoon rolled up the sleeve of his left arm to test the temperature, and your dirty brain began to reminisce of the times he would bend you over his lap just to spank you until your ass was raw and your pussy was so wet not even your-

“Babe?”

You blinked, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Namjoon looked at you weirdly, and then you realized you’d just spent all this time standing there gawking at his marvelous physique when he had explicitly told you to take off your clothes.

“R-Right,” you stuttered, making quick work of your crewneck emblazoned with the country club’s logo (what the higher-ups liked to call the “funky weekend uniform” or whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean) and threw it on the ground. You trembled beneath his gaze. This definitely wasn’t your first time with him, but Namjoon had the innate ability to make you feel like an innocent virgin every time you fucked.

“Need help, baby?” He cooed, rolling up his other sleeve, exposing his strong, thick forearms. He had already unbuttoned two more buttons, showing more of his chest. God, this man knew just how to drive you crazy.

You blushed wildly. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

Namjoon clicked his tongue, walking over to you. “Silly baby,” he said, pulling you closer by your belt loops. “You can’t even take your clothes off properly, hmm? Want Daddy to do it all for you.”

You let yourself get carried away. “Yes, Daddy.”

He grinned, then unbuttoned your pants and swiftly pulled them down, helping you step out of them. Kneeling in front of you, he caressed the back of your legs gently, then pressed small kisses to your thigh, then the other, sending shivers down your spine. You supported yourself on the white marble counter next to you, as you didn’t trust your legs to keep you upright, not when Namjoon was worshipping your legs like that.

“You must be so tired, baby,” he muttered to your skin, hooking a finger into the elastic of your panties. “Walking and standing all day. Your feet must be killing you, huh?”

You were about to nod, but his other hand grabbed a handful of your ass and he kissed your lower belly, and you swore your legs were about to give out. “Y-Yes.”

He began to slowly pull your panties down. “Good for you, Daddy is here to make the pain go away,” he said, and you watched as his eyes went wide as your panties pooled around your feet. He was so close to your cunt, you ached to have his tongue on you. “So pretty,” he muttered to himself, pressing more kisses to your lower belly, but nowhere close to where you truly needed him.

Before you could even open your mouth, he stood up and quickly stole a kiss from you, snaking his hands around your torso to quickly unclasp your bra and let it fall to the floor. You groaned at having your breasts set free from their cages, and he chuckled.

“Now you,” you said, weakly grabbing at the few buttons he had left. “Wanna see you.”

Namjoon smirked. “Then undress me. Come on.”

You made quick work of his shirt buttons, and he helped you take it off completely. His torso hypnotized you with his well-defined muscles, but you tried to push it off in order to take off his pants. With somewhat shaky hands you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, then brought them down along with his underwear. Now that he was completely naked in front of you, you felt the playing ground was a bit more even.

But the thing was that Namjoon always had the upper hand.

He cupped your face tenderly, then looked back at the tub, which was now completely full. Reluctantly, he let you go to close the tap and then gave you a mischievous look. “Behind you, top drawer. Pass me the pink bath bomb.”

You did was told, finding the cabinet full of bath bombs of different colors and scents. “Wow, it’s a lot. Feels like I’m in a Lush store.”

He chuckled. “The kids love using them whenever they come, so I keep them in stock.”

“And you?” You said, handing him the pink bomb.

He smirked. “When the occasion allows it.”

With that said, Namjoon gingerly dropped the bomb onto the water, and the two of you silently watched it fizzle and release blobs of glittery pink into the water, the rosy scent hitting your nostrils.

“Oh!” Namjoon said after a moment, having a moment of lucidity. “I’ll be back in a sec, hold on.”

You tried your best no to ogle, but there was something hypnotizing in Namjoon’s juicy, toned ass as he walked out of the bathroom. He returned less than five minutes later holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses on the other. “I said I’d do candles too, but turns out I don’t have candles, which is weird because I swear I had them stored somewhere.”

You shrugged. “Maybe the kids used them?”

Namjoon paused as he placed the bottle of wine on the counter, next to the sink. He squinted. “I’m so fucking stupid. I forgot Areum used them for a school project.”

You laughed. “Hey, nothing’s going to happen if we don’t have candles here. I’m happy with just getting in the tub with you. It’s already more than I asked for.”

He sighed. “Fine. Get in there, I’ll go put some music on.”

You smiled. “Yes, Daddy.”

The water was perfectly warm. You tentatively dipped a foot inside the large tub, then when you got acclimated, you finally got inside and sat down. Namjoon returned with his phone and a Bluetooth speaker, already playing soft, old R&B to set the relaxing mood. He then uncorked the wine with ease and served it into the glasses.

“Here you go,” he said, handing you your drink. You graciously accepted it and took a sip.

“I don’t know shit about wine, but it’s good,” you laughed.

“Scoot forward,” he ordered whilst carrying his own drink. You gave him enough space to sit down behind you, and when he was done, he pulled you back to rest on his soft, warm, defined chest. “If I’m honest,” he began, swirling the dark red liquid in his cup and then giving it a whiff. “I don’t know shit about wines either.”

You snorted. “And here I was, thinking you were a wine connoisseur.”

“Baby, I order strawberry lemonade from the juice bar, I think that should tell you enough about me,” he laughed, taking a sip from his drink.

“I know enough about your drink orders, mister,” you teased.

“Ah,” he tutted, “you haven’t seen my personal bar.”

“Bet it’s filled with Hennessy,” you joked.

“Wrong, I’m not that big of a cognac fan. I prefer whiskey.”

You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, laying small kisses to his jaw. “I already knew that. Wanna know which is my favorite, though?”

“Hmm? Isn’t it wine?”

You shook your head. “Champagne.”

“Damn, should’ve said that earlier, I have a couple of bottles in there we could’ve used.”

“I’m fine with wine,” you said, “I don’t drink as much as you do, anyway. I’m a bit of a lightweight.”

“Okay, I can confirm that,” he said, pressing a kiss to your head. “Will you stay the night?”

“You’re asking that now? I thought it was a given that I was staying over.”

He grinned. “Good. Just making sure. I’ll drive you to your place tomorrow, okay?”

“Can’t say no to that,” you said and closed your eyes.

You stayed like this for a while, making small talk and joking around while you finished your drinks, eventually placing them on the floor. Namjoon stroked your hair as you talked, the butterflies in your stomach spreading to other parts of your body and making your limbs tingle. Then his hands moved towards your shoulders, where he began to dig in with his thumbs, working out the kinks and the knots on your back.

You leaned forward to give him more space to work with, to which he responded by digging into your shoulder blades and then your lower back.

“You’re tense,” he said.

You fought back a moan. “Work’s been a bitch lately. I need a vacation.”

Namjoon hummed. “Where do you wanna go?”

You groaned as he massaged a particularly tense part of your back. “I know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing, exactly?” Even though you couldn’t see him, you could picture the grin on his face.

“I know how your head works. If I tell you, you’re just going to surprise me one of these days with tickets to my dream destination.”

He laughed. “Okay. I promise not to surprise you and to let you know first-hand when I’m about to buy the tickets. Now spill.”

Your eyes fluttered as your bones turned to jelly. Namjoon had you melting with his touch. “Bali,” you admitted. “I’ve always wanted to go there.”

His warm, plushy lips chastely kissed the nape of your neck. “Sounds amazing. I’ve never been there. Maybe we could escape for a week. Or two.”

“I still got my classes, Joon,” you said.

“We’ll wait until the semester ends. Look at it as a reward for being such a good student and an amazing girlfriend.”

“Wow, we’ve been officially dating for less than an hour and you already think I’m the best girlfriend ever. Maybe this dating thing won’t be so hard, after all.”

He laughed and kissed your nape once again. “It’s because I know you so well,” he said, then kissing your shoulder. “All the little crevices of your brain, I know them well.” He returned to your neck, ghosting his lips atop the skin until he took a gentle bite. Goosebumps formed across your entire body. “I know your body, from head to toe.”

His hands snaked down your waist to pull you closer. You craned your head to the side to allow him more access to your neck, and he responded by kissing your jaw and down your neck and shoulders softly, as if you were a delicate piece of porcelain.

At this point, your body was hotter than the water around you, your cunt wet and throbbing, and your nipples hard and aching to be touched, and yet you didn’t dare make a move. Namjoon knew what he was doing, and you were well aware of the games he played, but he wasn’t impervious to getting aroused. His hardening cock behind you was all you needed to know -- he was just as desperate and needy as you were.

His large hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them. “Mine,” he muttered in a low, gravelly voice, nipping at the skin of your shoulder. “All mine.”

His words sent shivers down your spine and straight into your cunt; were it not for the water, you’d be dripping wet right now. You tried slowly crossing your legs to give you some sliver of friction, but Namjoon acted faster than you and opened your thighs before you could close them, holding onto them and squeezing just like he did your breasts.

You placed your hand atop his and guided it closer to your aching pussy. “Please,” you begged, low enough for him to hear.

He seemed to have gotten the memo. “Here?” He asked, his fingertip lightly grazing your folds. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you leaned back to rest on his chest, nodding and humming your approval.

“So needy,” he mused, parting your legs even further. He continued teasing you, gliding his finger over your folds and watching your brows furrow with every passing second. You held onto his hand like your like depended on it, and grasped his thigh to show him that yes, you were needy as hell, and you needed him to touch you properly.

He played with your nipple with his other hand, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub in between his agile fingers. Resting your head on his shoulder, your eyes didn’t dare open for fear that his stare would make you even more aroused.

Instead, Namjoon opted for finally touching your clit, pressing the small bundle of nerves with his index and slowly moving in tiny circles. Your toes curled and you let out a breathy moan.

“You like that?” He asked.

“Yes,” you answered.

His lips found the skin of your neck once again, finding a spot he liked and then sucking. It wasn’t often that he sucked hickeys into your neck, but he enjoyed it far too much for his own good. You didn’t exactly complain, and much less now that he was actually yours.

The pace of the music marked the rhythm of his fingers, slow, sensual and sexy. The smell of roses was making your head spin with desire, and you wanted nothing more than Namjoon to rail you into next week. “Daddy,” you whispered, feeling a jolt of pleasure when he pressed his finger a bit tighter, “please fuck me.”

“Isn’t it a bit too early for that, baby?” He hummed, relishing in the way your face contorted with pleasure. “Come on, let Daddy take care of you. Just wanna make you feel good.”

You pouted. You needed him inside you now or else you were going to explode. “B-But Daddy-”

“Shh,” he said, placing a calming kiss on your cheek. “Let me take care of you.”

With that said, he didn’t waste any time and began to circle your hole, his short nail dragging across the sensitive skin and giving you goosebumps. Despite the water your cunt was slick, and so, when he slid his finger in, it was almost too easy. You moaned, gripping his thigh tighter, but it was still not enough. “D-Daddy,” you whimpered, “more, please.”

“You want more?” He asked. “I haven’t even started and yet you keep asking for more.”

“Please, Daddy,” you begged. “I need you so bad.”

“Alright,” he said. “Whatever my baby wants.” He slid a second finger almost too easily, and your eyes rolled back at the sensation. You weren’t normally this sensitive, but you supposed it had to do with the sensual setting and Namjoon’s delicate touch. The drag of his thick, long fingers inside your pussy had you panting, gasping for more.

Water slushed around you and fell to the floor from the movements. You bucked your hips slightly to get even more friction as he curled his fingers inside you. The room, and your skin, got hotter -- so much the water couldn’t even refresh you. Heat traveled to your face as Namjoon worshipped your neck in tandem with his hands.

“O-Oh my god,” you moaned, legs already trembling. Just how sensitive were you tonight? “Daddy, right there!”

“Here?” He asked, hitting your sweet spot from the right angle. You mewled, pruney toes curling and legs shaking.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you admitted. Your orgasm was coming embarrassingly fast, and you just couldn’t not tell him. The tension in your lower belly increased, and his hand left your breast in order to touch your clit and give you even more pleasure.

“D-Daddy, fuck,” you whined.

“Cum for me, baby,” he said right into your ear, his low, smooth voice guiding you towards your end. Your orgasm crashed down on you hard, legs shaking wildly, your walls spasming around his fingers as you bucked forward. He held you in place by the shoulder, continuing to thrust his fingers inside you at a slower pace until you finished and turned into a messy, post-orgasmic puddle.

“That was fast,” you said, collapsing onto his chest. He withdrew his fingers from you and patted your thigh affectionately, laughing at your words. “I don’t know why or how that happened. I don’t usually cum that fast.”

“Shit happens,” he said, planting a kiss onto your hair. “Don’t fret about it.”

You craned your neck to look at him properly. “Wanna get out now? The water’s a bit cold.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying that because you wanna keep fucking or…?”

“Yes,” you said unabashedly. “You promised me endless lovemaking.”

He chuckled. “Alright, baby, move.”

You did as told and he got up, carefully exiting the tub, water dripping from his godly figure and into the mat. He grabbed a clean towel to pat himself dry, and after tying it to his waist, his prominent erection peeking through and tenting the fabric, he helped you exit the tub without falling. He passed you a towel and helped pat you dry with the dorkiest grin on his face, occasionally giving you tiny, tender kisses that had you blushing like a schoolgirl.

Then, he led you back into his bedroom. Before you reached the bed, the towels came off, hitting the cold floor as his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you close. He giggled and went in for a lovely kiss which you returned with fervor, touching every inch of skin you could reach. His hard, heavy cock was squeezed in between your bodies as you stood on your tip-toes to kiss him, and it only made your pussy throb with greed.

His hands kneaded and squeezed your ass while yours found purchase in his broad shoulders as the kiss deepened, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste what remained of the champagne. You let him do as he pleased -- whatever he had in store for you, it was almost a given that you would enjoy it. He knew you that well.

The kiss broke. “Get on the bed,” he panted, trying to regain his breath.

You grinned. “What are you planning?”

He smirked. “Get in there and find out.”

Chuckling to yourself, you climbed on the plush mattress, your hands and knees digging down on the bed as you crawled and then laid down, resting your head on the pillows. Before you could ask, Namjoon climbed after you, lying on his side next to you. He smiled at you, but behind the kindness of his dimples, you could see the wickedness that lied within. He had something planned for you and you were dying to know what.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You said, shifting to lie on your side and face him directly.

It almost seemed like he wanted to laugh from whatever weird thoughts ran through his head. “What are your opinions on face-riding?”

You went still, taken by surprise. “Huh?”

“Wait, no- that’s not the right way to put it,” he chuckled, shutting his eyes in shame. “Umm, do you wanna ride my face?”

“You mean… sit on your face?”

He nodded. “Well… yeah. Pretty much. If you don’t want to, it’s okay, but I kinda have a thing for that-”

“I’ll do you one better,” you said, gaining a bit of confidence. “How about we 69?”

Namjoon paused, then bit his lip. “Fuck, why didn’t I think of that? Never mind, just- just sit on my face, okay?”

“So that’s a yes to the 69?” You inquired.

He laughed. “Yes, baby, come on.”

“Okay, so how do we do this?” You said as you sat up. “Because I’ve never sat on someone’s face before.”

“It’s relatively easy,” he said. “Just put your knees on either side of my chest and let me do the work.”

“Hey, I gotta work too, y’know?” You said as you scooted closer to him. “You’re not the only one doing the pleasuring.”

He grabbed your thigh to help accommodate you as you settled each knee on either side of his torso, facing his cock, which rested hot and heavy on his abdomen. Now fully on top of him, you felt his breath hitting your wet folds, which sent goosebumps all over your body.

Large hands massaged the globes of your ass, and then pulled you down. Careful not to crush him, you tried to settle all your weight on your knees, and bent down to grab a hold of his cock, red and leaking precum.

You took him in your grasp, his girth not allowing your fist to fully close around it. Namjoon was a big man with an even bigger cock. Smearing the glossy liquid from his tip all over his shaft, you took the tentative first lick, from base to tip, and he shuddered.

With your hips angled close to his face, Namjoon said, “Fuck, that’s it, baby, sit on Daddy’s face, will you?” You lowered your hips even further until his lips touched one of your ass cheeks. “Fuck, look at that,” he muttered to himself. “So fucking wet, baby. Is it just for me? Hmm? Just for Daddy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you answered, licking from base to tip once again. His cock was so large you couldn’t even try to deep throat him, but after months of practice, you knew how to get him off without compromising your throat.

He eased his tongue into your pussy, licking a fat stripe from your wet hole to your clit. You moaned as you swirled your tongue over his tip, your cunt sensitive from the previous orgasm.

Namjoon took your moans as a green light, parting your folds with his fingers so he could have better access to your clit. His wicked tongue savored each and every drop of your arousal as he ate you out, while all you could do was pathetically slobber around his cock as you tried to fit into your mouth an inch further than you were accustomed to. Saliva dripped down his length as you suckled on it like a lollipop and his grip on you tightened. He seemed to like that, so you kept on pleasuring him.

It was until, several moments later, that he plunged two fingers back into your hole. Mouth full of cock, you let out a high-pitched whine as your toes curled.

“I’m stretching you out, baby,” he explained as if you didn’t know exactly what he was doing. “Such a tight pussy,” he muttered, then angling his face to lick your clit even better, wrapping his lips around the swollen nub and sucking diligently.

You released him from your grasp in favor of taking a deep breath, but his fingers curling inside you took the air away from your lungs. “Fuck,” you panted, face scrunching as your body tried to process the onslaught of pleasure coursing through it. “F-Fuck, Daddy.”

He didn’t say anything, opting for humming his acknowledgment, ultimately prompting you to keep going. So you bent back down and took him into your hand and jerked him off as best as you could, but the real treat was even further below.

Smirking to yourself, your tongue darted out to lick at his balls, then taking one into your mouth as you pleased his cock with your hand. Namjoon paused his actions to let out a deep moan. “Fuck,” he said, drawing out the word. “Fuck, Y/N, what the fuck, shit, oh my god.”

You smugly continued, thumb pressing right into his slit as you sucked the ever-loving shit out of his nuts. His thigh twitched and his breathing became ragged. “B-Baby, baby please, fuck. I’m gonna- shit, okay, stop. Stop.”

You released him from your grasp, and soon he was pushing you aside, your body falling into the mattress as he desperately regained his breath. Eyes ignited with a ferocity you hadn’t seen before, he sat back up and looked at you. “Hands and knees. Now.”

“D-Daddy?”

“Do as I say,” he warned, gently helping you get in place despite the harshness in his tone. “You almost made me cum right then and there,” he chuckled darkly. “But if I’m gonna cum it’s gonna be inside you. Need to put my cock inside my baby.”

Your cunt clenched at his lewd comment as he settled behind you, kneading your ass cheeks and then landing a slap on each of them. You cried out but pushed your hips closer to him, arching your back until your face was down on the mattress.

“Fuck, look at you,” he mused to himself, landing another blow to your ass. “Like it when Daddy slaps your pretty ass, hmm?”

He slapped you again. “Y-Yes, Daddy,” you said.

“That’s my girl.” He grasped his cock and gave it a few strokes, then gathered as much wetness from your pussy as he could and smeared it all over his shaft. He moaned at the feeling, but the desperation to be inside you was already overwhelming. “You know the drill, baby, talk to me if anything goes wrong, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you reassured him.

“And the safeword is…?”

“Red,” you replied. Although it was a bit basic, the traffic light system was pretty useful, and you weren’t about to crack your head thinking of a new, cool-sounding safeword.

“Good,” he said, gliding the tip of his cock over your entrance. “God, it’s been like, what, two weeks?”

“Too long,” you said. The last time he fucked you he’d taken you to a hotel close to his apartment where he railed the living daylights out of you. “I need you, Daddy.”

“I’m here,” he said, finally sliding his cock inside your wet, hot cunt, inch by inch. “Fucking finally, shit,” he moaned, hands finding purchase on your hips as he went deeper. You cursed, drawing out the words until he finally bottomed out. His cock stretches you out like no other, but you relished the slight burn, the pain that came with the pleasure. He made you feel safe, complete, at home.

“Daddy…” you whined.

“Tight,” he whispered. “So fucking tight. You okay, baby?”

You hummed in agreement. “Fuck me, please.”

He smiled, roaming a hand across your back, soothing the skin. “You’re so impatient sometimes…” He pulled almost all the way back before coming back in slowly, making sure you got used to his massive size. Having him inside you weakened your entire body -- you were so full you couldn’t even think of anything else.

“Can you blame me?” Your joke ended with a moan as he pulled back and pushed back in once again. “Shit.”

He chuckled. “No, I can’t. How are you feeling?”

“Keep going like that and I’ll end up drooling on the sheets.”

“So I take it you’re feeling good?”

“Yes, harder, please,” you said.

“Are you sure?” He said, resisting the urge to spank your ass raw.

“You know how I like it,” you said.

“Alright,” he conceded, “don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Then, without much talking, he began to pick up the pace, going from cautiously slow to harsh, deep strokes. You felt him everywhere, heat spreading across your entire body, the room filled with the lewd sounds of his hips hitting your behind. You buried your head in the pillow, hands fisting the sheets below you as you took each and every thrust he gave you.

Your walls hugged his length like a glove. He was right -- you were made for each other. “Look at you, baby, taking my cock so well,” he breathed heavily, eyes trained on the way your ass jiggled with every snap of his hips. Entranced, he spread your cheeks apart to take a look at how his huge dick split you open. “I could do this every day,” he ranted, “fuck you every day, every morning when we wake up, every night before going to sleep, shit, I wan’- I want you so bad, all the time.”

His words made you gush even more. Namjoon often got possessive whenever you had sex. “My pretty baby, made for me, fuck.” As your toes curled, your cunt clenched around him. He moaned at the sensation, chuckling darkly. “Ugh, you’re such a sucker for compliments, huh? What am I gonna do with you, baby?”

“Fuck me harder, Daddy,” you suggested, out of breath.

“You’re goddamn right, I will,” he panted. “I’m gonna fuck this little pussy until you’re creaming my cock like the good girl you are. Understood? Are you gonna be a good girl for Daddy?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you said.

He drilled his cock into you like his life depended on it, hitting hard and deep. He responded to your submissiveness with another harsh spank to each cheek. You arched your back, searching for a better angle. He shuffled a bit, planting his foot on the bed for more momentum, and it completely changed his angle, resulting in him going deeper.

“Oh my fu- Daddy!” You screamed, his dick hitting your g-spot with every stroke. “Yes, yes, like that, fuck.”

“Like that?”

“Like that,” you confirmed. “You feel so fucking good, shit, I’m close.”

He grinned, satisfied. “Wanna cum on Daddy’s cock, baby?”

“Please, I just-” your voice cracked. “M-Make me cum, daddy, please.” You shakily darted your hand towards your sensitive pussy, looking to pleasure yourself even more. Your fingers reached your clit and quickly rubbed it in tight circles. That familiar tightness within you kept rising; your orgasm was approaching soon.

Namjoon kept his pace, realizing you were getting off on it. His newest goal was to make you cum hard around him, so he focused on hitting your sweet spot as well as he could. “Better, baby?” He said, trying not to blow his load right then and there. Watching you pleasure yourself was hotter than anything else he’d ever seen. He wanted to see more of that.

You cried out. “D-Daddy, I’m- I’m gonna cu- ah!” Your walls spasmed around his girth as your orgasm suddenly washed over you. Your hand fell, and you bit the pillow in a feeble attempt at muffling your screams of pleasure as your whole body trembled. Namjoon slowed down his thrusts to help you ride out your high, soothingly rubbing your back as you came.

Your mind was hazy, but Namjoon’s smooth voice brought you back to reality. “Are you alright, baby?”

“Yes,” you managed to say. He pulled out of you, helping you to lie down completely on the bed. “Wait, but you haven’t-”

“I know, I’m just giving you a moment to breathe, baby,” he said, a tender smile on his face. “Come on, turn around.”

“Oh, so now you’re going for missionary?” You teased.

He chuckled. “I’m a romantic, and I wanna see your tits.”

“Wow, very romantic indeed,” you mocked him, turning onto your back like he wanted. You parted your legs, allowing him to slot himself in between them. He wasted no time now, sliding inside you quickly and placing his hands on each side of you. He leaned down to steal a kiss from you, but you wouldn’t let him leave that fast, so you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He responded by letting his weight fall onto you, lost in the kiss. He moved his hips slowly, but quickly picked up the pace once again. He grabbed your leg and wrapped it around his torso, urging you to do the same with the other one as the kiss deepened. Your fingers got lost in his silky hair, both of you moaning in unison as he pounded into you.

Namjoon broke the kiss to speak. “I’m close,” he warned, pressing your foreheads together.

Even though your cunt was battered raw, you still craved him. “Cum inside me.”

That comment alone nearly made him lose his marbles. “Fuck, really? Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I want you.”

He smiled, quickening his pace a bit more, still hitting deep inside you, though not as deep as before. “Shit, okay.” He buried his face in your neck, lathering it with kisses while a wandering hand of yours grabbed onto his ass and squeezed to drive him even crazier. His pace grew erratic, a sign that he was about to cum. “I’m gonna take you to Bali, baby,” he ranted as he nibbled on the skin. “Take you to Bali and rent a whole fucking bungalow and fuck you on every surface I can find.”

You felt dizzy, but chuckled at his comments. “That sounds amazing.”

“Okay, fuck, I’m- shit,” he growled, fisting the sheets as he stilled, spilling his seed inside you. He came with force, muffling his own sounds of pleasure by biting your neck. You yelped, now having a bite mark to accessorize with your hickey.

He tried to catch his breath as he parted from your neck and looked at you, then planted a tender kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

You beamed. “I love you too, Joon.”

“Sorry for the, uh, bite.”

“It’s okay,” you dismissed. “Nothing I can’t hide with heavy-duty foundation.”

“If you need some, I can buy it for you,” he offered.

“How about we shower instead and get a gel for the bruises I’ll inevitably have on my neck tomorrow?”

He chuckled. “Alright. Are you hungry, by the way? I can whip up something quick in the kitchen, or we can order something. I’m sure it’s not that late, anyway.” He craned his head to look at the digital clock on his nightstand. “It’s close to eleven.”

You nodded. “Fried chicken?”

“With beer?”

“Yes,” you smiled.

He kissed your temple. “Alright, baby.” Then, he wrapped his arms around you and lathered even more kisses to your face, reluctant to let you go now that he finally had you.

inks and kinks and other pretty things

pairing : tattooartist!JK x collegestudent!reader

setting : non idol au, established relationship au

summary :

you lost in a bet and have to face your punishment. jungkook has lots of fun riling you up.

genre : lots of smut and lots fluff

rating : e for graphic adult content

wordcount : 4.6k

warnings : read content below unless you want to avoid spoilers ;)

content :

dom/sub undertones, use of pet names/nicknames, daddy kink, softdom!jk, semi-clothed sex, light praising kink, hair pulling, clit slapping ( it happens istg ), free the nipples, reader is in a mood, jk isn't helping really, but jk's about to kiss it better, jk has a possessive streak, soft motorboating, boob obsessed jk, fingering, nipple/breast play, like a lot of it, table sex, sex at the workplace, jk has an office, raw fucking, rough sex, jk kind of chokes the reader, he's very demanding but he's so gentle about it, brief cock warming, lots of kissing here too, jk kind of needs to be fed a bar of soap, reader is in distress because he's so blunt, help they're being cheesy and lovey dovey again, having a healthy, loving relationship and having dirty, nasty sex as usual, just jk and reader being couple goals if you ask me.

a/n :almost named this 'ink, kink and a handful of pretty tits' , you'll find out why soon enough hehe... but in other news, how have you all been? thank you so much for all the support and love on the other part of the anthology. really glad to know alot of people liked it. i hope alot of people like this piece too. without further ado, I give you : this huge block of gritty sin and wholesome fluff. like if you liked it, reblog to share and share your thoughts and feelings in the replies!

taglist : @softiegukk @ppeachyttae @kooafraid @jkmybby - it's here 🤧💜

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masterlist

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'bad girls don’t get to cum.’

This was what the shirt Jungkook’s girlfriend was wearing said when she walked into the ink parlor with her pretty little skirt and a friend of hers.

He was in the middle cleaning up before heading out for lunch with his partner.

Jungkook stood straighter and watched your green haired friend practically drag you in.

June, he recalled briefly. You talked about her sometimes and she was a friend of a friend who had a background in art and designing like she did.

‘Hello, JK!’ She greeted with a saccharine sweet smile but it fell when she noticed the other occupant in the room. 'Hoseok.’

Ah, speak of the devil.

The pseudo-pierced, neon blonde gave a howdy from somewhere in the back.

'Hey, June.’ He returned nicely, eyes flickering to his sullen looking girlfriend. ‘Nice shirt.’

June perked up in agreement.

‘I know right! I picked it out myself!'

You shot them daggers and pursed your lips.

'Don't even start with me.’

Then you nudged past them and disappeared around the back.

Jungkook blinked, a little taken aback by just how peeved you seemed to be about something.

If it wasn’t obvious before, it was too blatant to not address now.

He looked to June for answers and found her shaking her head, sighing.

'A storm that one. A storm, I tell you.’

Of course. Everyone knew you were a force to be reckoned with, not one to be trifled with, but your mood suggested something more the latter happened and it had him feeling concerned.

'Is she okay?’

June shrugged.

'Just a little bitter. She lost in a bet. That shirt? It’s part of her punishment.’

'Oh.’ He said. Interesting. He wasn’t expecting that but somehow it made sense. His girlfriend could be a little competitive and she didn’t really like losing at all. That calmed him a little, at least it wasn’t something serious. Not to the point that he’d need to intervene and get involved at least. He wouldn’t need to revert to his rougher days and go around knocking out some teeth and breaking a couple of ribs to make you smile like the sunshine you were again. Putting a smile on he tore his gaze off the back door and turned to face June again. 'So, you here to get a tattoo?’

Instantly, she straightened and grinned, clasping her hands over her chest.

'Yes, actually.’ She batted her lashes at him. ‘You sure you can’t write your initials on my tits? J for Jung, K for Kook. Just in tiny.’

Jungkook laughed and got back to clearing his station.

‘No can do.’ He declined like he always did. ‘I can recommend a place where they can get it done for you if that’s what you really want.’

‘That’s no fun.’ He could hear the pout in her voice. ‘It has to be you.’

He chuckled lightly.

The reason why Jungkook wasn’t outright weirded out or bluntly asking her to see herself to the exit is because oddly enough, he was used to this. Her antics, her advances. She’d been doing this for as long as he’d known her. He heard that she had a crush on him once or something like that, but it didn’t bother you so it didn’t bother him. The two of you trusted each other. He just sometimes wondered if she’d ever get tired or find someone for herself.

‘Sorry.’ He cleaned his hands off with a towel. ‘Hyung’s about to head out for lunch.’

She perked up like he knew she would and he almost grinned in triumph. No hard feelings, he just really needed an escape right now.

‘He recently got his paycheck too.’ Jungkook added, thanking the heavens he knew enough about the art major from you and observing to know her favorite things revolved around food, shopping and harassing Hoseok.

She gasped and spluttered.

‘For real?’

'Yeah.’ He nodded, gladly roping her in even more. 'You should go with him.’

She gave him a salute and a curt nod and proceeded to easily exit his work station.

He distantly registered her buttering up an annoyed Hoseok in the background as he concentrated with finishing up at his station up. Idly, his eyes flitted to the back door where you had disappeared off into with a light crease in between his brows.

But it wasn’t a look of worry.

His curiosity far outweighed his concern right now.

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You verbally pounced in defense before the door even came to a close behind him.

'Don't even say a word.’

‘I didn’t say anything.’

'You look like you want to say something.’

His office was nothing grand. Just a medium sized room with maroon walls and vintage furniture. He had pictures of things he liked on the walls and some odd bits like a skate board, a dream catcher hanging from the ceiling and motorbike helmet, a baseball bat and a guitar amongst others arranged into some short randomly sized cabinets he had lined up at the walls.

It was quite for a while as he fiddled with the helmet clasp for a bit while you brooded in the corner.

‘A bet huh?’ He mused, swallowing back any sound that resembled laughter, at least for now. ‘And you really lost?’

‘Shut up.’

He let it out lightly, setting the helmet down to turn and sit back against one of the racks at the wall opposite of you.

'If we look at the bright side, at least it’s not a furry onesie.’ He shrugged at your skeptical look. 'That shirt looks good on you.’

It did. Like your skirt did too. Baby pink, airy and with a flow. And your shoes, translucent heels with straps that criss crossed your ankles and calves beautifully. In all honesty, you could rock a trash can and he’d be absolutely floored at the sight of it.

'Thanks. It's still humiliating though.’ You murmured, feet dancing where they were perched on his work desk while you harrumphed and pouted in the corner like it did when you weren’t sure how to respond because you flustered. ‘It's all June's fault. She dragged me into this.’

He nodded, humming absently.

Thank you June, for dragging her into this.

‘It’s not that bad.’ He said, distracted, thoroughly taking you in from head to toe. Every dip and curve and every roll of skin.

Not bad at all. Perfect. So pretty.

‘I guess.’

'C'mere.’ His hands itched to grab. ‘I wanna see.’

You stood after staring at him for a while before you walked over to him, heels clicking. Your palm naturally came to rest over his broad chest when you settled in between his legs, feeling him up at him through his black tee as you looked up at him.

‘Nice.’ He said, looking you over as he held your waist, thumb brushing the bare skin there. ‘You look good in crop tops.’

‘Well it’s summer so…'

Thank lord for summer too.

‘Is that why you’re not wearing a bra too?’

You paused, looking at him and your body actually went hot against him.

'Why do you look so shocked? It’s pretty obvious.’ He said, shrugging, unable to help his amusement at how flushed out you were getting. His hands rose up your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your tits. ‘I could see your nipples from miles away. They've been hard since the moment you walked in.’

'It’s part of the punishment for loosing the bet.’ You groaned, watching him stroke you softly, then you chanced him a glance through your lashes, shy and bashful almost, making his heart jump in his chest. ‘Are you mad? That I walked around like this.’

He stared at you for a while, thinking over your words as he poured over how cute you looked in the moment, then he slowly shook his head.

‘Not even a little bit?’

He pursed his lips. Well.

He imagined you walking down the street, tiny skirt swaying, tits jiggling with every click of your heels, turning heads with every step, so pretty with your stiff nipples pressing against the thin material of your shirt and your long, shapely legs and your soft plump lips and your perfect pretty face and-

It wasn’t so much jealousy that struck. It was some baser, primal and it was telling him to do more than just grab your boobs. He wanted to rip your shirt off, bend you over the table and shove your skirt over your full ass so he could-

'Maybe a little bit.’ He relented, groaning with restrain. Fuck. He felt like growling. 'I just know they were staring.’

'They were.’

You told him with a little giddy stretch to your lips, no doubt loving to see him act so possessive and territorial over you.

He made a displeased face and you laughed a little.

'Don't be mad.’ You said, stroking his neck. He was getting hot there, his pulse picking up. ‘People stare all the time but they’re just looking. You're the only one who gets to feel it and touch.’

He grunted absently, distracted. He was squeezing your boobs with his inked fingers now, utterly occupied with the task at hand.

There wasn’t anything sexual about it. It was a tender gesture even and it made you smile, shifting your hand to cradle the back of his head, teasing the downy, wavy hair there.

'It's almost lunch.’ You said, looking at the clock over his head as he nuzzled into your chest, breathing you in. ‘You’ve got plans with Hoseok?’

‘No.’ He shook his head. His voice was muffled and a little slurry. There was something all intoxicating and grounding and satisfying about your sweet scent, and your softness, your presence, just everything that was you. ‘He went out with June.’

You snorted, nuzzling your cheek into his temple, hugging his neck.

'Seriously.’

‘Yeah.’ He said, palming at you now, kneading the swell softly that give beneath his touch. 'Think they’re gonna be out in town for a while. He just got his paycheck.’

‘Wow. So she’s about to suck his wallet dry. ‘You mused, understanding the situation instantly. You pulled away a little to look down at him questioningly. 'What about you? Have you had lunch yet?’

His pupils were all blown out and there was a telling flush to his face.

‘Later.’

Oh.

Wordlessly, he leaned up to kiss you and you melted into his lips.

Your arms came around his neck and you pressed yourself into him.

Standing, he guided your bodies them to couch in corner and lifted you onto his lap as he sat.

Immediately, you started grinding into him and shoved your hands under his shirt, feeling his ripped skin as you kissed his neck.

His own palms settled on your rear under you skirt, large hands fondling the flesh as his head fell back.

'Fuck…' he hissed out your name when you suckled on his pulse, making his fingers dig into your flesh as his cock twitched in his pants. He was aching, and the fabric felt stifling, he’d been hard for so long now, but he loved how it felt when you put your mouth on him like that too much to want to part from you right now. ‘Do that again.’

You did, with more vigor this time, sure to leave a mark, sensually rolling you hips into the bulge at his crotch as you pinched his nipples.

Grunting, he slipped his hand lower and fingered you through your underwear.

‘Guk…' you stuttered, riding his fingers as you own clutched at loose fine waves at the base of his neck. You gasped when he pushed the damp piece of fabric aside to slip his finger inside your snatch. ‘Fuck!’

'Shh…’ he hushed, detaching his hand from your rear to grab your hair and angle your head back. ‘Look at me.’

You opened your eyes weakly, moaning when you saw him gazing down at you with impossibly dark eyes.

‘I want to see the faces you make when you ride my fingers,' He husked out and you fluttered around him. He added another finger, adjusting a little to press at your stiff clit, and he cursed when you tightened around him, increasing your pace, hopping in his lap. ‘That’s right… keep fucking yourself on my fingers…'

His eyes flickered to your chest where your tits were bouncing, straining against the thin fabric of your shirt, nipples poking out.

Noticing his staring, you moved your hand from his shoulder to reach for the hem but he stopped you.

‘No.’ he rasped, holding your hair tighter, eyes flickering to your face. ‘Keep it on.’

The look in your hazy eyes was decidedly puzzled.

‘To remind me.’

Is all he said, before he dipped down and closed his mouth around your clothed nipple, making you cry out in shock and pleasure.

His other hand slid down from your hair to the small of your back where you were arched to hold you close as he pressed his face further into the softness of your tits, nibbling at you through your shirt as he fucked you steadily with his fingers.

'Kookie…’ you panted, fingers tightening in his silky hair as you quivered tellingly around his fingers. Your eyes snapped shut when he added a third and shifted to wrap his mouth around your other breast. ‘Fuck!’

He bit down on your nipple, rubbing down on your clit hard in a way that had you jolting and gasping for air just for a second.

'Jungkook-'

The air was knocked out of you when you were suddenly lifted before your back hit the cool surface of his desk.

His hand shot out for your jaw before you could even blink back into focus and your eyes widened at the sight of him looking down at you under his nose, his hair in his eyes.

‘Jungkook?’

He ignored you, languidly undoing his belt as he held you down.

'You wanna cum, babe?’

'Yes, Jungkook.’ You whined, your mouth watered when you peeked him grabbing his cock and stroking it. ‘Please… let me-'

He tightened his grip and you whimpered.

‘I know.’ He husked, looking you over, making you squirm under his intent, smoldering gaze. ‘So you gotta listen to me.’

You nodded as much as his hold would allow, hips wiggling. You couldn’t keep you anticipation in of your tried, and you only hoped he would understand and not punish you for wanting it so bad.

'What did I say earlier,' He asked, no, demanded you tell him, feeling your drippy slit idly. ‘Come on, let’s hear it.’

You tried to think back but it was hard to focus when he was flicking your clit with his thumb and fingering you again, stretching his digits in scissor like motions, trying to see how ready you were to take him.

‘Well?’

You swallowed thickly, seeing double. You could barely think straight. It was impossible to focus on anything else but him right now but he wasn’t exactly asking you.

'Look at me.’ You forced yourself to part out, knowing nothing else would be happening if you didn’t pull yourself together and say it if he was in this particular mood. ‘You said… look at me.’

'Good.’ He praised, pleased with how good you were being for him. ‘Think you can do that for me? Think you can be good for, Daddy?’

You moaned and gushed at the seams.

‘Yes!’

'Good, good.’ He mumbled out and patted your thigh, and your chest heaved and expanded all at once as you watched him slide his touch up to hold your hip to bring you closer so that the fat head of his cock nudged at your open when he aligned himself at your entrance. He rasped out your name along with a low fuckas he rubbed himself all up on you, smearing you with pre cum, mixing your arousals, teasing your clit, making you spill even more. ‘You’re dripping. Bet I could slip right in like this…'

‘Kookie…'

‘Oho.’ He admonished, slapping your clit with his cock. You twitched off the table whimpering but he held you down by the hip. He said your name, brows drawn in a little. ‘Do it right. Or else I can’t give you want you want.’

'Daddy! Please! I need-'

‘What do you need?’

‘You! Your cock! Please put it inside-‘

You heard him chuckle.

'I'll give it to you, since you asked so nicely.’

You gasped as he filled you up, fingers shooting out to grasp his shirt and pull when he leans over to kiss your cheek, hovering over you with his one strong arm on one side of beside your head, tats dancing as his muscles flexed, the other gliding up your sides to knead your tit generously.

‘I'm gonna fuck you.’ He husked ‘Right here, right now, on this desk.’ A kiss over your erratic pulse, teeth dragging over the sensitive patch of skin. ‘You like that?’

'Yes, daddy,' You moaned needily, literally on the verge of tears and burning all over, aching for relief and release and him. ‘I do… so much…'

He kissed your lips and he grinned, rolling his hips into yours, stirring you up deliciously from the inside.

'How do you want it? Hard and fast? Rough and slow?’

'Yes!’

Jungkook chuckled again, taking your hand where it laid uselessly at your side to lace his fingers with yours over your head.

‘God.’ He breathed out, taking you in reverently behind his fringe. ‘You’re a mess.’

Then he began fucking you in earnest.

Slow at first, and deep, dragging his cock in and out your plush tightness languidly and then fast and hard, flexing his hips in a way that had you bouncing and shifting up on the table. His hand, laced in yours was the only thing keeping you grounded as your senses left you and stars filled your visions, and he drew you forward onto his cock every time he slammed back in, never letting you get too far from him for too long.

The wet sounds of skin on skin and his balls smacking against your ass filled the room, melding with the sounds of your heavy breathing.

The feet of the table creaked as he pummeled you, scratching against polish wood with the force of each sharp, deliberate piston of his hips into yours.

He gazed down at you, his damp fringe grazing your forehead as his breath fanned you Cupid’s bow. His lips were close enough to touch, just brushing yours, so distracting, but you fought to stay focused and keep your gaze on him liked he’d said, caressing his neck with your free hand and melding into him.

‘Fuck…’ he rasped breathlessly against your lips, the vein beneath your fingertips pulsing wildly like his cock was in you. ‘You close, princess? Gonna come on my cock, baby girl?’

'Yes,' you nodded frantically, tightening your legs around his hips to draw him closer as your ribs expanded overwhelmingly, the heels of your hell clad feet pressing into the base of his spine. ‘Daddy… I’m gonna- I'm gonna-'

He reached in between you to rub at your clit vigorously and hissed when you cried out and clenched him hard.

‘Oh my- fuck!’

'That's right…' he ushered hoarsely while watching your expression contort in all sorts of pleasure. ‘Be a good girl and come for me. Now.’

You unraveled and imploded at his command and arched sharply off the desk, unable to keep your eyes from snapping shut as you gripped his fingers hard, your nails digging into his nape.

Jungkook cursed into the crook of your neck, doubling over himself and gripping your hip hard enough to leave imprint as he gave a final hasty jerk before he spent himself in your, filling you with his thick, hot load.

His weight stayed over you for a while as you both took some time to gather yourselves, damp strands brushing your face as he pulled away from your neck to kiss you softly. His hands slid up your hip and under your shirt, settling over your ribs. The light brush of his thumb around the under side of your breast as he stroked the faint lines there was almost lulling.

‘Was I good?’ you asked breathlessly, playing with his fingers where your hands were still laced.

‘So good.’ He spoke against your lips, smiling a little, giving you a reassuring squeeze. ‘That’s why I let you cum.’

He chuckled at the sharp look you gave him and he gave you one last, lingering peck before he pulled away.

You fixed the straps of your damned top that had slid down as you slowly sat up, wincing slightly at the dull ache between your legs and making a face when you saw yourself dripping down your thighs.

'I can’t go out like this,' you announced to no one in particular, giving your entire self a look. ‘I look like a mess.’

Jungkook paused from fixing his fly and moved to the other side of the desk you were on to crouch.

‘I think I have something…'

You heard him shuffling around one of the drawers he had there.

‘Got it.’

When you looked up from your swinging legs he was coming over with what looked like an oversized hoodie.

He put it on you with a cheeky grin.

At first you didn’t think much about it. In fact, you liked it, it was perfectly huge on you, soft to the touch and it smelt just like him. But then you looked down and slowly read what it said.

daddy's little girl.

Not this again…

'Think of it as an upgrade.’ He said, giving you a thumbs up in response to your debauched expression. ‘You’re a good girl now.’

‘It says little girl, Guk.’ You grumbled with a not so subtle glare. 'Not good girl.’

‘I know but…' he smiled a little, shuffling closer to cup the back of your head and tilt his head to the side, taking you in closely. ‘You were so good for me earlier. I’m really proud of you.’

You looked up at him wordlessly.

When he put it like so sweetly like that, there really was no chance that you’d put up a fight. But you weren’t exactly known for being the most abiding person, he knew this about you well and he loved how strong willed and stubborn you could be, sometimes for no reason. But he didn’t have any complains.

His favorite pastime was to fuck the attitude out of you at times when you were just being outright bratty.

'People are gonna stare.’

'Let them.’ He said so easily and it made your heart breath catch your chest. 'They can stare all they want. In the end… you’re my girl.’

Your heart did a little impossible jump inside. But he didn’t need to know that. He’d just pinch your cheeks and tease you for it.

You hit his chest, making him double over and clutch the spot in jest as you shuffled off and shoved him aside to grab your things of the edge of the chair.

Standing, the hem of the hoodie went way past your mid thighs.

You tried to be discreet about patting your cheeks. They were almost scalding beneath your fingertips.

Stuffing your hands into the wide pockets, you turned over to face him once you deemed you’d cooled down as much as you possibly could while he was still here. You found him sitting back on the desk, absently touching the place you had hit.

‘Does it hurt?’ Had you applied too much pressure?

‘No.’ He shook his head, a thoughtful look on his face. ‘Felt good actually.’

Of course.

You made a face and mumbled weirdo, under your breathe, heading for the door.

'Let's go,' you said, twisting the knob, deciding the fresh from outside would help with helping you chill down. You didn’t have to look into a mirror or feel at your cheeks to know you were still heatedly flushed. ‘I’m starving.’

'Wait.’ He called out, easily reaching your in three strides with his long legs to grab your wrist to stop you in your tracks. You watched him sink to his knees when you turned. He had some plies of wet tissue in his hand. 'You can’t go out like this.’ He mumbled, wiping at the sticky muck trickling down your legs. ‘You’re dripping all over.’

He was so crude about it. At this point, would you really get over the heat stroke that was threatening to get you? You were starting to feel dizzy. You touched his shoulder to steady yourself.

'I thought you didn’t care.’ You said, letting him clean you. At his questioning look you added to clarify. ‘If people see.’

Jungkook momentarily stopped with wiping you down to address what you said with undivided attention.

'I do. You’re my girlfriend. I want them to know that but…' he held your gaze from his crouch, his expression serious. ‘I’m the only who gets to see you like this. Dripping cum down your leg.’

Your brows rose to your hairline.

Jungkook got back to rubbing your legs clean, carrying on, and your hands too, just for good measure.

'Plus it must be real uncomfortable, walking around like that.’

'Yeah,' you nodded absently.

You were flattered and you felt appreciated and it felt nice hearing him say things like that about you, obscene and lewd as they were- but you honestly didn’t even know how to express all this so you just stayed silent and fought to stand straight while you clutched his shoulder as the butterflies in your tummy acted up.

'Done.’ He declared, jumping to his feet. He was full on grinning.

Wiping his hands and tossing the used tissue aside, he reached for yours and opened the door with the other.

You stared at the back of his head as he led the way down the hall.

His hair was messy. Your fingers itched to reach out and fix it up a little.

‘What do you want to eat?’

He asked, shooting you a glance over his shoulder.

You blinked out of your thoughts and looked away to stare at the abstract portraits on the wall, pondering on it for a moment.

The noon summer breeze carrying heat hit them when you stepped outside.

'Italian?’

He perked up at that, pausing in reaching for his car keys.

'Italian?’

‘Yeah.’ You nodded, regretfully unlinking their hands to finally right his hair, feeling satisfied once you did, then yours, now a little more mussed from dancing in the wind. ‘A new place opened up recently, just down the street. I heard it’s a bit overpriced but,’ You shrugged your shoulders. ‘You just received your paycheck.’

Jungkook laughed at that and nodded.

‘Alright.’ He shoved his keys back in. ‘Let’s go have overpriced Italian. My treat.’

You smiled and walked after him, matching his pace.

Your fingers brushed and naturally intertwined again.

He gave a little tug, idly looking around.

'So you're gonna tell me what this bet was about or …'

That earned him a pinch on the arm, to which he barely even winced at.

'Shut up.’ You grumbled, then you rubbed your palm against the spot even though it probably just tickled more than hurt since he was chuckling again. ‘I’ll tell you later.’

He peered down at you with a shine in his eyes and nodded with a soft smile.

The breeze had messed with your hair a little.

Gently, he brushed your hair aside and patted the top of your head playfully, and God, he just couldn’t help but plant a lingering kiss on your forehead.

‘Sure.’

There was nothing in the world he could ever deny you.

Taking you out, spending time with you, holding your hand and kissing you like this was the least he could do.

Jungkook meant it whenever he told you he’d give you the world if you asked.

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well, this au is driving me insane. it's a love hate thing ;-; thoughts?