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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ college crush!joon ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*
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college crush!joon is the type to meet you after class and pretend like he didn't sneak out of a lab just to see you. he'd ask his friends to cover him and his profs turned the other cheek since he's a good kid. it's not like he'd be leaving class early for stupid reasons, right?
college crush!joon walks inches away from you. usually, his hands are shoved in his pockets while you leave yours lingering in case he wants to take it. he does. he's just too shy right now. maybe next time.
college crush!joon expects you to see you at a party. as he waits, he greets everyone he knows. when you walk in, you catch him hugging a girl a little too long for your liking. it can't be helped. you sulk. your smile turns into a small frown and just as you turn to avoid him, he pushes his way through the crowd. "yah, ___!" he slurs as he pulls you in by your waist. as you huff, he chases your eyes. "don't be jealous," joon says desperately. "i'm too tipsy to act nonchalant. might say things i mean. might do things i've been meaning to do." you blink at him. "i'm not jealous." is all you have to say. he laughs before leaning in, slumping his body onto yours. like reflex, you wrap your arms around him. "but if i were... i wouldn't have any reason to be, right?" you ask softly, unsure if you even said it loud enough for him to hear. you feel his hearty chuckle against your body. he pats your head and kisses your neck. he's never done that before. shivers go down your spine. "babe, if i wanted a reaction from you, it wouldn't be through jealousy."
college crush!joon is a man of his word. it wasn't the night of the party, but a few nights after. he came over and then he really came over. as joon finishes the last bit of his soju, you giggle and straddle him. on top, you begin to grind your pussy against his buldge. his jeans are peeled off and the thin fabric of your panties make it easy to feel his cock harden. as you run your fingers in between his boxers waist band, he reaches over to kiss your neck. he kisses it softly and then with intent to leave a mark. you moan as he bites your skin, feeling the sensation of being so close to him. as he does this, you grind on him faster and faster. "holy fuck, i could cum right now." he moans, "can i get my dick out?" you shake your head. "n-no. i just want to do this..." he gulps. "you just want to dry hump me until i cum?" you shrug. "until i cum too." he can't think straight. it's okay if you didn't want to fuck just yet... besides, you two are kind of drunk... so this is good. this is better than good. this is fucking—"you haven't even asked me out. you don't deserve my pussy." you tease, as you cup his face. you mean it though. he offers you a lazy smile, trying his best not to cum just yet. but you look at him with pleading eyes and it makes him go crazy. "bad boy," you slap him. "such a bad fucking boy. you want this pussy? be good to me." he nods, biting his lip from how hot you are in this very moment. "i promise," he says hastly. smiling, you take his hands and hold them for stability. grinding, humping, and fucking his cock that keeps being slapped against his abdomen is too much. there's so much heat between you two. there's so much fucking wetness that soaks both of your fabrics. it's sticky. it's so fucking loud too. he's going to burst. then, you moan, throw your head back, and it must be a god sent moment because your dress straps fall from your shoulders, causing the front to flop down. revealing your breasts, he can't help but watch the way they bounce. without a thought, he buries his face in between your breast. you giggle at the initial ticklish feeling, but quickly feel flustered when he sucks on your nipples. "make me cum," you cry. "make me cum and i'll suck your cock so good, joon. i p-promise." he smirks, making the deal. he then takes a fistful of your hair and tugs it down. he begins to roll his hips against you, and the pace is just perfect. he moans into your ear, he bites your collarbone, he sucks your tits some more—then, you cum. you spill yourself all over your panties and it leaks over his boxers. quickly, you get off of him and go on your knees. tugging his jeans lower, you take his cock out of his boxers and grip them with your two hands. "so b-big," you salivate. "two hands.. oh god. when you fuck me, will you even fit?" your words have him dizzy. he can't even process what you said before you go right into it. you kiss the tip before engulfing it you have nothing to lose. it's like you didn't just cum moments ago. how do you move that fast? as you bob your head, joon can't help but feel his stomach twitch. you suck his dick so good. you suck it like he always thought you would—better even. better because it's real. better because he cums for real. as he spills himself inside your mouth and catches his breath, you swallow and wipe the excess cum off of your lips. " keep your promise, joon... or i'll never suck your dick again."
college crush!joon is annoying. since that night... well, he's been avoiding you. you cried about it the other night. you thought he was different... instead, he's a promise breaker. fuck him. as you're dismissed from class, you can't help but wonder where it went downhill. did you suck his dick wrong or something? were you too demanding? did he not get it? he's so fucking annoying. as you exit the building, for the first time in 2 weeks, you see him. he's talking to another girl. you want to throw a tantrum. instead, you turn your cheek and continue to walk away. then, as you go, you feel his presence catch up to you. "hey." he greets you. you ignore him. "okay, yeah, i'm a dick. i know. i should've called. i should've texted... but i didn't. my bad. i was figuring things out—" you stop walking. he cuts in front of you. "i'm sorry, ___. a group member complained about me always skipping the last portion of lab and i got into some shit with my profs. i got all stressed and not to mention—i've been wrecking my mind trying to figure out the perfect way to ask you out. i want to do that, okay? i want to take you on a date. i should've said it earlier. i should've kept my promise... i'm sorry. please, can you give me a second chance?" he begs. you gulp, feeling uneasy. "f-fine," you agree. "but i'm not sucking your dick no matter how much you impress me with the date. i'm still mad at you." joon's lips curve into a smile. he puts his hands up and laughs. "all good," he reassures you. "i wanna do this right. wanna love you right. you never have to suck my dick ever again—" your eyes widen. "n-no. i will. i want to. it was fun. it was big—" he covers your mouth with his hand. "shhh," he blushes. "how about you just let me hold your hand for now? yeah? let's start there." he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together. your heart flutters as you two walk side by side. he isn't shy anymore and you... you aren't as mad. maybe it's whatever. maybe you should suck his dick later for the plot.
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joonzseoulmate · 2 months
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YOUR STORIES DATING BTS.
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suemaelee · 2 months
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-Personal trainer-
♧A quick smutt♧
"Okay, a little more," he says.
It's your first time having a personal trainer. Since your new job pays so well, you decided to book an expensive personal trainer.
Kim Namjoon, oh he's so handsome, you think to yourself.
He has you lying down. On top of you, he has one of your legs lifted up to his shoulder. Pushing his weight down on you.
"Good job...that feels good, right?"
"Yes" you respond.
He's staring deep in to your eyes when you notice a smirk on his face.
"I feel like you're liking this more than you should," he says.
You were flustered amd dinst know what to say.
"Wel..uh..I mean, yeah."
He starts to rub your thigh up and down and pushes himself towards your area.
"Do you...wanna, take this further?" He asks.
You think for a bit before answering. "I do"
He smiles and continues. He pulls back of you and puts your legs back down. He then begins to take off his shirt and once he's done, lies back on top of you.
"Kiss me," he demands. And so you did. Your lips moving with each other's rhythms makes you feel like you're floating. He pulls away for a second just to continue again while taking off your leggings. It's a bit of a struggle, but now you're both in less clothing (including shoes).
He moves down from your lips to your chin and then your neck. He pulls up your top to kiss and message your breasts. You let out soft moans and run your fingers through his hair. He moves lower to your stomach and then your hips.
He then pulls your legs back up to your stomach and start to lick and suck on your clit. Making you moan out his name. His tongue is soft and warm.
He starts to flick his tongue faster and harder, making you unable to stop yourself from grinding yourself into his face. Which only makes you wanna cum faster. He flicks harder, and you grind faster. The tension builds up, and you feel yourself cumming all over his face.
"Ah fuck Namjoon" you yell out.
"Fuck, you're so wet" he says. U already came, but he can't stop licking.
"Ahhh stop, oh my god" you say, pulling his head up.
His lips are moist, and he giggles out. "sorryyy, you taste too good"
He comes back up to your face, and you guys begin to make out. You grab on to his hard back with one hand and rech down to his dick. You start to stroke him.
"Mmh, your hands feel so good." He bites his lips, pulls himself up, and takes his dick out. He grabs your hand and places it on his dick. Making you stroke it back and forth. He kept biting his lips and moaning out. "Oh fuck baby.." over and over again.
"Ah, I can't wait anymore, I need you." He places your thighs right on top of his. Missionary position.
He positions his cock right at your entrens and start to push himself in.
"Oh fuck, yes" You moan out.
He pushes himself into you and starts to go in and out. Until he's pounding you on the floor. You both become moaning messes. Sweating and panting.
"You feel amazing" He moans out.
"Please fuck me" you moan out.
He ges faster and harder. He's so much bigger than you. Making you feel vulnerable underneath him. He continues to pound you harder and faster by the pound. The sound of both your skins smacking against each other echo's trhiugh the gym room.
"Baby I'm gonna cum" he says.
"Me too"
You can feel yourself climaxing onto his dick. Your muscles contracting onto his. It feels so good you could scream. He bucks his hips for a couple more seconds before cumming. He pulls out and you can feel his hot sperm land on your stomach.
He continues to jerk off his dick releasing the last couple drops on you.
You both catch your breath before he says, "That was amazing"
"It really was." You kiss him.
"Come to dinner with me?" He asks.
"Of course," you respond.
You both get in the shower and yk.
After, you both go home, just to meet each other that night again at a very fancy restaurant.
♡The rest is history♡
[Hello Armyyy, this is a smutt of a different member, I usually make Jungkook smutt bit wanted to see how people respond to different memebrs. Though, this one was a bit rushed so it might not be as good as "New Years Fuck" or "Before you go" still I appreciate anyone who supports me. Lots of love!♡]
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bteezxyewriter12 · 4 months
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Release
Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader
Word count- 3.3k
Includes- Sexual frustration, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, cockwarming, table sex, studio sex, from behind, missionary, multiple orgasms, squirting, fluff
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Namjoon POV
She moans in my mouth as she kisses me wildly, her arms around my neck, fingers tugging on my hair so pleasurably
She's in my lap, straddling me, both our bodies naked from the waist up, my arms around her waist, holding her right against me, feeling her soft skin against mine
Her hips move, rubbing her clothed pussy on my cock
I'm barely holding it together and I have to stop before I cum
"Bbb...baby stop", I gasp when I break the kiss, my hands stopping her from moving more
"No Joonie. No baby", she whimpers, her gorgeous big brown eyes pleading with me
"I can't baby", I answer
She knows I can't
I was working on my home studio when she came in
I knew what she wanted
She pulled my computer chair back, sat on my lap and kissed me
And because I love her and yeah, I'm horny for my wife, I kissed her back
Now I'm in this predicament
"I want you baby", she whimpers, pressing kisses to my neck, right into the spot I love
"I....I can eat you out-"
"No Joonie! That's all you've been doing for days. I love your tongue and your fingers but I want your cock!", she protests
"Babe-", I start
"No! You took this stupid bet without telling me and because of it I can't have your dick! That's not fair!"
"I know babe-"
"No you don't know!", she snaps, frustrated, "I want you! And you would flip a fucking shit if I told you I made a stupid agreement and you couldn't have my pussy for a month!"
She's right
I would be so pissed
But fucking Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook told me about them doing no nut November and made fun of me, telling me I could never last that long
They said I couldn't last a day, joked about how much I needed sex, needed to cum all the time, commenting on how I'm always touching her and taking her away from whatever we're doing to fuck her
I mean she's my wife, she's fucking hot and I want her so no shit I'm gonna fuck my girl
They just wouldn't let it go, I got pissed and agreed to bet them that I could last the whole month
I don't know why I did it
It shouldn't matter but I wanted to prove that I could do it
Needless to say when she was not happy when I told her about it
I told her I couldn't have sex with her but I'd still go down on her and finger her
I know it's not enough for her
We went from sex everyday to none
I know she's frustrated
I am too
It's been twenty days of it and I'm so fucking horny
Anything turns me on, makes me hard
Even if she sits on me and not moves it makes me hard
But I lasted this long, I can last longer
"That shit is something you do if your single like those other idiots. Not if you're married or are with someone! You're neglecting me!"
I raise my eyebrow, "I don't know if that's neglect exactly..."
She glares at me and I shut my mouth
She drops her arms from around my neck, looking away and starting to get off me
I tighten my arms around her, not wanting her to leave, especially not upset
"What can I do to make you feel better baby?", I ask her
She shakes her head, "Nothing Joonie. I just want you"
"C'mon baby", I say softly, running my fingers in her hair, pushing it over her shoulder, "Wanna make you feel good baby"
She looks back up at me, hesitating
"Tell me what you want baby"
"Wanna....let me sit on your cock"
I suck in a breath, "Baby I don't know-"
"I won't bounce Joonie. I won't fuck you", she says quickly, "I just want to feel you inside me. Wanna be full of you"
Fuck me, I want that too, my cock throbbing at the thought of being in her tight pussy again
"Please Joonie"
I don't know how it's gonna work, how I'm going to actually get inside her without coming
But I'm gonna try
I can do this
Cockwarming is ok...it hasn't made me cum before so it's fine
"Yeah baby, ok"
"Ok", she nods
She stands, tugging on my PJ pants and boxers, pulling them down and off, my cock so hard, straining and leaking
I reach for her, bending down, kissing her lower stomach, as I move my fingers in her PJ pants, dropping them down to her feet
She steps out of them as I pull her closer, slipping her panties down next
Once they're off, I kiss lower, murmuring, "Just let me taste you baby"
"Yeah Joonie"
Lifting her up, I put her on my desk, sliding my chair closer
Opening her legs, I bite my lip, seeing how wet she is, her juice dripping down her cunt onto my desk
Fuck
Leaning down, I lay my tongue on her and lick up, her sweet taste hitting me, making me moan
Her cunt is so soft, her swollen lips spreading for me as I drag my tongue between them
"Joonie", she whimpers, her fingers in my hair already
I run my tongue up and down her pussy, dipping into her hole, feeling her cunt tighten around it
Fuck, so tight, how am I gonna have her around my dick and not cum?
Fucking into her pussy, she clenches my tongue with each thrust, pleasure rolling down my body right to my hard cock
I push her legs open wider, burying my face in her cunt, swirling my tongue around her little hole before slipping in
Wiggling my tongue in her cunt, I pull out, swallow her juice then keep going
"Namjoon", she moans, her free hand gripping my upper arm tightly
Using the tip of my tongue, I flick her clit, a loud groan coming from her
Licking her clit over and over, it throbs against my tongue, turning me on so much
"Joonie, more", she whimpers
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I tug and play with her, her legs shaking around my head
Her hips start to move, fucking into my face as I suck hard, desperately on her tiny clit
I don't know what it is but once her clit is in my mouth, I can't get enough of it
I have to go hard, it's my favorite thing to suck on her body
It makes her so wet, dripping all over my face, it sliding down my neck, drowning me
And I don't want to be anywhere else
"Namjoon. Namjoon", she calls, coming against my face
I sped up the movement of my mouth, sucking her through her orgasm as she yells my name, her body shaking on top of my desk
As soon as she finishes, my tongue is by her hole, licking up her sweet cum, moaning into her cunt, making sure I get it all
"Joonie", she whimpers, tugging on my hair
I pull back, her eyes looking at me with lust and fuck, I want her
Moving my hands to her thigh, I pull her down, off the table and right onto my lap
"Can I?", she asks softly and I nod, holding my dick up for her
Her lips crash against mine, as she takes my head in and slowly pushes down
Her incredibly tight cunt splits open around me, pulsing hard already, sucking me in as she takes more and more of me
Pleasure crashes over me, it's so much more intense than normal
Her pussy waters my cock, my lap already soaked and I'm not even all inside her yet
I can't...it's so much, my cock throbbing fast at finally feeling her around me again
"Baby stop, I can't...I'm..
"No Joonie. I'm almost down", she pleads, my hands stopping her
"Second...one....se...", I trail off, squeezing my eyes tightly closed, getting control over myself and my dick
Think of something else
The songs I have to do
Melodies I have to fix, lyrics I have to tweak
It calms me down enough to keep her on me
"You...can keep going baby", I tell her
"Help me all the way down baby", she whimpers
I push her down on the rest of my cock, impaling her tiny pussy as I bottom out
"Oh fuck", I moan, her walls clenching around me so tightly, so pleasurably
"Joonie", she moans, "Feels so good Joonie. Fuck, I missed you so much"
"I missed you too baby", I whisper, sitting back in the chair, pulling her against me
Her head lays on my shoulder, her face against my neck
I hold her, running my fingers up and down her back, feeling her skin shiver against my touch
I smile, kissing the top of her head
Her pussy clenches around my length continuously, keeping a steady burst of pleasure running through my body, my cock throbbing every time she clenches
I can't help it, it just happens
We sit for a good few minutes this way
Then she starts squirming, her hips grinding down on me
More bliss hits me quickly as her pussy pulses gets faster the more she moves
"Baby", I gasp, my fingers digging into her hips, my brain turning off, "Sss...st...baby"
"Feels so good baby", she whines, her hips moving faster, cunt throbbing hard, gushing juice on my legs, "Wanna cum on your cock"
Fuck, I don't ..I don't think I can handle that
The pleasure from that....it'll make me cum
I can't
"Baby", I say louder, stopping her from moving, "I...too much..."
"Please Namjoon. I need to cum on your cock. I need to. I'm going crazy baby", she cries, tears welling in her eyes
I know how she feels, the frustration of the pleasure just stopping
It's driving me crazy too
"Just once Joonie. I'll get off you as soon as I finish ok, so you don't cum", she begs, "I promise I'll leave you alone for the rest of the month. I just need it. I need you"
I want to give her what she wants, I do
I just don't know if I can handle feeling her orgasm
The ecstacy from that is so fucking mind blowing and it's what I look forward to when we have sex
Just feeling her cum over and over
I'm addicted to her orgasms
And I'm worried that feeling even just one will throw me over the edge while I'm in this state
But as I look at her, my loving, supporting, beautiful wife, I can't deny her
She's right that I just sprung this on her without even talking to her about it
And she's dealt with it for all these days
She just can't take it anymore
She just wants me and I can't fault her for wanting to have sex with her husband
I'll deal with it, push back any feeling of coming to let her
"Ok baby", I nod, relief blooming in her eyes, "Just...don't bounce or grind ok? I'll make you cum"
She raises her eyebrow but nods, "Ok"
I kiss her lips softly, the feel of them on mine one of the best feelings in the world
"Turn around baby", I tell her after the kiss ends
I help her off me, turning her and pulling her back on my lap, her back against my chest
"Open your pretty legs for me", I ask and she spreads them so wide
Aligning my cock to her hole, I shove her down my length in one go this time instead of dragging it out
"Oh fuck", she moans, her pussy keeping a tight grip on my cock
Snaking my arm around her waist, I move my hand down, pressing my fingers to her swollen clit
I move my fingers in a circle, her loud cries of pleasure so pretty
I tilt her head back on my shoulder, pressing kisses to her neck as I play with her clit
She floods my cock even more, her cunt already throbbing harshly
"Mmm baby, my pussy feels so good", I praise her, "So tight baby girl. So fucking wet for me"
She nods, moaning, her eyes closed, her body shaking against me
"My cock feels good baby?"
"So good Joonie", she cries
I move my free hand around her boob, squeezing while pinching her nipples at the same time
"Joonie!", she cries, more juice leaking from her, "Oh fuck, don't stop...oh fuck your cock is so good baby"
I smirk against her skin, rubbing her clit faster, falling into the incredible feeling of her tight cunt spasming pleasurably around my cock
Her hands are on the chair's arm rests gripping it so hard her fingers are white
Her legs shake around mine, her hips beginning to move in a circle, grinding her spot on my cock head
I look down at her pretty body on me, her boob squished in my hand, sweat dripping down between her boobs, her hips moving hypnotically against my hand
God, fuck, my wife is so fucking hot
"Missed your cock so much Joonie", she whines, "Why did you take you away from me?"
I really don't fucking know
The agreement seems so fucking stupid right now
"Missed you too baby", I murmur, feeling how close she is, "Missed this tight cunt wrapped around me. Fuck, cum for me baby"
"Namjoon!", she cries at the next rub of her clit, her body shaking uncontrollably as she cums around my cock
I push up into her, the pure ecstasy from her orgasming pussy blinding me as we both yell
Oh my god, fuck me
God, I miss this
Fuck, it's so good, the fucking throbbing... fuck
"Namjoon! Baby!", she murmurs in my ear, her head back on my shoulder, eyes closed, pleasure all over her beautiful face
I move my gaze back down, watching her skin tremble as she cums, pleasure running through my entire body
And I say fuck it
Holding onto her, I stand up then bend her over my desk
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull my cock almost all the way out of her pretty pussy then thrust back in hard, bottoming out in one move
"Fuck!", I shout, the pleasure spiking and I just go feral
I thrust into her as hard as I can, desperate to feel her cunt suck my cock inside her, desperate to feel the pleasure I've denied myself for twenty fucking days
"Fuck baby", I whine, pounding into her, splitting her on my dick, "Feels so good. Fucking god, I was so stupid baby. So stupid to give you up for this long"
She moans, holding onto the equipment on my desk hard as she takes the pounding I'm giving her
I watch her tiny hole spread and strain around my cock, her cunt flooding my cock with so much cream it's dripping to the floor
Beautiful sight
Every stroke has my head hitting her spot, a yelp of pleasure coming from her pretty mouth
I'm in so much pleasure, my body shaking from it, making my brain turn off
Her cunt is impossibly tight, more than she's ever been, throbbing like crazy
"Cum for me baby", I beg, "I need to feel it. Please baby"
I crave that bliss
"Namjoon! I'm coming! Baby! Fuck!", she cries as she climaxes, pussy cream gushing from her hole, making a huge mess on my dick
"Yes baby!", I cry, shoving my cock inside her, letting the mind blowing pleasure washing over me
I feel like I'm gonna cum but I push it back with great difficulty
I'm not done fucking her yet
When she finishes, I pull out, flip her on her back, pull her to the edge and plunge my cock back into her pulsing cunt
"Joonie", she whimpers, her body arching beautifully
I keep my eyes on her beautiful face in so much pleasure as I fuck the life from her
"Baby", I whisper, sliding my hands up her body slowly, her soft skin trembling under my fingers, making me smile
My hands get to her big boobs, wrapping around them and holding on as I thrust my length into her welcoming cunt
Her hands move around my wrists, holding on, her legs wrapping tighter around me
I'm so close, her pussy feeling so fucking amazing and tight but I need her orgasm to get off
She gets closer with every thrust and I'm anxiously waiting for her
"Nnnn...Namjoon", she yells, her body shaking against the desk, her cunt tightening pleasurably around me, "Baby"
"Yes baby. Gimme baby. Fuck, want you to cum all over my cock", I urge her, "Please baby"
"Namjoon!", she yells, her pussy squirting around my cock and everywhere as she cums
Phenomenal ecstasy crashes into me as I scream her name, sheathing my cock inside her and coming the hardest I ever have in my life
"Namjoon! Yes baby!", she shouts, her pussy milking my cock as I shoot cum deep into her
My head is in the clouds, nothing but pleasure in my mind, my body
She whimpers my name over and over as we ride out the pleasure, gripping each other tightly
When I come back to my senses, I look down to pull out and I'm shocked to see how much I came
It's literally pouring out from around us and all over my desk
Jesus
Pulling out, her cunt gushes more but I don't care
I can clean it later
Picking her up, I sit back down in my chair with her on my lap, cuddling her and giving her kisses anywhere I can
"I love you Jo"
"I love you Joonie", she says tiredly, her arms moving around me to hold me close
I run my fingers in her hair as she lays her head on my shoulder
"You lost the bet", she says softly
"Worth it", I answer, kissing her forehead, "I'm sorry for taking the bet baby. It was stupid to deny both of us that"
"It's ok Joonie. Just don't do something like that without talking to me first"
"I won't", I promise, "I'm never taking a dumb bet like that again"
I'm never denying myself from being with my wife again
The guys can talk all they want, make fun of me all they want
I don't care
I have nothing to prove nor do I care to
Not anymore
She giggles, "Forgot how much you like sex?"
I didn't but I wasn't thinking about it
I was forcing it out of my mind
"Kind of. But you just reminded me", I smirk, moving my hips up, pressing my hard dick against her
"Again Joonie?", she laughs
I nod, smiling, "Yeah baby. Gotta make up for the past twenty days"
"All in one day?"
"Oh hell yes", I answer, standing up and carrying her to our room, "I'm so horny baby and I'm gonna fuck you all day and night. You're gonna be so sore tomorrow"
"Well you're lucky I'm just as horny as you are", she teases
I laugh, throwing her on the bed, then climbing on top of her, getting her legs around me
I move my fingers in her hair, looking down at her beautiful face
I love her so much it's insane
"I am lucky Jo. I have you", I answer, smiling at her
She blushes, her arms moving around my neck, "I'm lucky too baby. I love you Namjoon"
"I love you Jo"
She pulls me down for a sweet kiss that I fall into
When it's over, she smirks at me, "Now, fuck me baby"
"Your wish is my command baby", I smirk back, then bury my length inside her, her moan music to my ears, the start to a beautiful night
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Moving On (Namjoon x OC)
Summary: BTS performs in Amsterdam and Namjoon invites you to the afterparty.
Pairing: Namjoon x OC
Genre: Angst, smut
Word count: 8.2K
Rating: 18+
Warnings: language, angst, sex, nudity, making out, fingering, cumming, arguing,
A/N: Takes place a little over a month after Final Destination.
Tagging: @bbl32, @quarter-life-crisis2,  @margopinkerton, @faearchives,  @whoisbts, @purpleseoul7, @sumzysworld, @kflixnet (if you want to be added to the taglist, lmk)
Listen to: "where does the good go" by tegan and sara
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Joon [13:45] Did you get the email from Big Hit?
Kaya [13:50] Yes
Joon [13:51] The number at the end is their London office. They’ve been briefed already and have additional security available for all European locations.
Kaya [13:54] Okay
There’s a break in the chat here. Kaya stares at the time stamp, trying to picture him scrambling to find something else to say.
Joon [14:15] The company managed to track down the account that uploaded the video. Account has been taken down and they’ve sued for invasion of privacy.
Kaya [14:20] Okay 
Joon [14:22] They’ve also offered to add damages to the suit, in case we want that. Do you?
Kaya [14:25] Not really
Joon [14:26] Okay then
Another break. Kaya scans the time stamps again, even though she’s memorised it by now. She remembers the three dots indicating him typing, seeing them appear and disappear over and over again. 
Joon [14:40] How are you?
Kaya [14:45] Fine
Joon [14:46] How‘s work?
Kaya [14:48] Fine
Joon [14:50] Kaya I’m trying
Kaya [14:51] Class starting, got to go
He hadn’t responded and she hadn’t expected him to. Four days post break-up hadn’t been nearly long enough for her to let go of her anger but now, four weeks in, it’s only been replaced with an equal amount of sadness and longing.
Every conversation has been exactly this terse and abrupt, the last one being a week ago. It had appeared when she’d been teaching an elective class and it had taken every ounce of her will to not check it until the class ended. As it turned out, she couldn’t even think of a decent response to it.
“How can he possibly think of asking me this?” Kaya mutters, earphones in as she walks home. It’s dusk, a gorgeous time of the day, but she holds no appreciation for it right now.
“Wouldn’t it be worse if he didn’t ask?” Dilara asks reasonably. She’s in her car by the sound of it, a low hum audible of whichever fancy car of hers she’s decided to take out today.
Kaya swallows, pondering this. It might be, but it doesn’t address the problem she’s too embarrassed to voice out loud: it should be harder for him to ask. The thought that he might not be taking this break-up as hard as she is kills something inside of her, as if she’d misunderstood everything in the last three years. 
Her strategy to save herself from hearing the truth had been to distance herself from everyone, including Yoongi, who had texted her out of the blue one day to ask her if she was okay (she hadn’t responded); Seokjin, who seemed to skirt the topic altogether and sounded as though he was speaking to someone very sick; and especially Dilara, who Kaya knew would be the only one with the capacity to ask insightful questions that she herself was too afraid to.
“It’s just… strange,” is all she can manage. “He hopped on a flight, shot a few emails, came over and broke up with me and then went right back to his schedule, all in one day. And now he's inviting me to a party?"
“After-party, so it won’t be, like… crazy,” Dilara clarifies. “And the concert before it.” 
“I’m definitely not going to his concert.”
“Of course not,” she agrees breezily. “I wouldn’t expect you to. But the party… I mean, it’s a good thing, isn’t it? He doesn’t want you to be strangers.”
Kaya slows down as she approaches the river. She’s taken the long route home today - anything to prolong the commute before another night in her tainted apartment with memories on every surface.
“I don’t know if I want to see him.” I don’t know if I can. “He wants to see me, though, apparently,” she states after a moment.
Dilara doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. “I mean -“ She begins before pausing, then trying again. “I’m sure it’s going to be torture for him to see you. But even that’s better than not seeing you.”
Kaya doesn’t even realise she’d been holding her breath; she exhales as slowly as possible so as to not make a sound, both at Dilara’s words as well as her answering the unasked question.
She doesn’t respond immediately, though. Now that they’re down this route of addressing concerns she’s been harbouring in her heart for weeks, Kaya feels the rest of them on the verge of tumbling out of her mouth.
"You've seen him a bit these last couple of months,” she ventures, lowering her voice and leaning backwards against the railing overlooking the river. “Does it seem like he misses me at all?"
Dilara hums, a little too knowingly for Kaya’s liking. “Of course, he does. He’s not the most expressive when it comes to his feelings but aside from Tae last year, I don't think I've met a more miserable person."
Kaya waits for the swell of happiness or relief at this news, but all it brings with it is a new wave of anger and frustration.
“Thanks.”
"Look, speaking from experience, it's not easy seeing your ex after a difficult break-up,” says Dilara, sighing. “But sometimes you don't realise just how much you needed to see them until you see them, even if it's just to gain some closure."
Closure. It sounds… final. Kaya can’t picture it, being virtual strangers eventually, just bits of each other’s past. Ex-boyfriend, girl of his dreams, the one that got away. She hates all those words because they just don’t apply, not really. They can’t.
She closes her eyes and presses the heel of her palms into them to intercept the wetness forming, not caring that Dilara is still on the other end of the line. She and Namjoon had stood right here, years ago, living in the bliss of a new couple in fresh love. He’d brought her a bunch of tiny yellow flowers from the park, part-cheesy and part-genuine, eyes twinkling and dimples soft.
Kaya squeezes her eyes shut at the memory, terrified at how the edges of it are already blurring. 
“I don’t think I’ll go,” she murmurs, opening her eyes to stare at the ground. “I can’t.” 
“Are you sure?” Dilara sounds slightly surprised.
“Yeah. Two days from now is… it’s too soon. I’ll either cry or yell or… I don’t know. It’s too hard.”
“Oh.” She’s quiet for a few seconds. “Okay. If you’re sure. Let me know if you want to get together on Sunday,” she adds. “Brunch or something.”
“Yeah, sure. Thanks.”
The next day, Kaya is in the library again, grading papers and wishing she could go back to being a grad student who’s biggest problem was a pop quiz. She’s deliberately chosen a table at the back, away from where the students generally sit, which is why she looks up in surprise when someone comes to her table.
“H-hi, Kaya.” The student waves rests one hand on the back of an empty hair and waves hesitantly with the other.
“Um… hi.” Kaya tries not to frown too conspicuously, for she’s sure she knows this girl. 
Svetlana. Savannah. 
“Elena, right?”
“Yeah,” she answers with a nervous smile. “Um… are you busy?”
Kaya glances at the stacks of papers, books and laptop on the table. “Kind of, yeah.”
“Okay. Well… I just wanted to say hi.”
Kaya nods awkwardly and forces a small smile on her face. “Hi.”
Elena nods, tucking her hair behind her ears. She looks like she’s about to leave but at the last moment, sits down at the table. Kaya feels her smile fade for she really, really wants to be alone right now.
“How - how are things going?” She sounds nervous - extremely so. She seems to be fidgeting slightly and constantly touching her hair. 
“Great,” says Kaya shortly, going back to her paper and hoping she’ll take the hint. “You?”
“Not bad, overall. I guess. Classes are hard and mid-terms are coming up as well…” Elena trails off. “Any plans for the weekend?”
Trying not to sigh, Kaya shakes her head. “Not really. You?”
“Well… I’m going to a concert tomorrow,” she answers hurriedly, and it’s clear that she’s been waiting to divulge this information, oblivious to how Kaya’s heart stops. “It should be fun. Do - do you listen to BTS?”
An unexpected notification from this morning floats into her kind. BTS continues their Europe leg by arriving in Amsterdam, ready to kick off the summer in style!
“No,” she answers truthfully.
“Oh.” Elena is quiet for a moment. “They’re really… good.” 
There’s some awkward silence during which Kaya deliberately writes comments on the paper she’s grading, scratching the pen on the paper and wishing Elena would leave.
“It’ll be good to get out of campus. The people here are kind of intimidating. The parties are pretty wild, too,” she murmurs after a moment, sounding uncomfortable.
Kaya nods absently, uncharacteristically satisfied with the knowledge that she might be intimidating this unwanted guest. “Maybe you’re going to the wrong parties,” she offers.
Elena lets out a nervous laugh again. “Maybe. I never see you at them, though. There’s one, tonight, in the common room. Maybe you could come,” she suggests lightly. “Bring a friend or - or your boyfriend.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she answers flatly, not looking up.
“You - oh.” There’s a note of surprise in her voice. “Oh,” she repeats, this time seemingly to herself. “Are you sure?” she blurts out.
Kaya’s eyes snap up to glare at her. “Pretty sure.”
Elena’s eyes widen. “Oh, of - of course,” she stutters. “Sorry, that - that was a stupid question. Sorry.” She swallows and looks at her lap.
Kaya closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, immediately feeling guilty for snapping at an innocent bystander in this situation. “Elena, I… I really need to get these papers done,” she tells her, her voice one of forced calm. “So…”
The blonde finally seems to understand and awkwardly stands up. “Okay. Um, see you around,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear again. 
Kaya nods as she leaves, Namjoon’s invitation swimming in her mind tantalisingly. She can’t ignore it anymore, the fact that they’re in the same city, her city. If she’s not wrong, he’ll do the concert tomorrow night, the group will probably stay the night and depart by Sunday afternoon or evening and she will probably never see him again.
She attempts to continue grading the paper she was working on when Elena interrupted, but when she finds herself reading the same stupid sentence for the fourth time without retaining anything, she begins packing up, ready to head home.
Joon [18:42] Hope to see you there tonight
Kaya, with a loss as to how to respond to this, simply did not. She can’t imagine he would be texting her during his concert, but she also knows he has before, if the situation was urgent enough to demand it. 
She straightens the black dress against her hips and tilts her head at her reflection. It’s a simple dress, plain black, form-fitting and reaching below her knees, but it’s quite possibly the most gorgeous, sexiest dress she owns. 
If she and Namjoon were together, she would have worn it tonight with no hesitation because it would have driven him insane. After weeks of being apart, seeing her in this dress would have rendered him incapable of staying in work mode without dirty texts, flirty touches and eyes from across the room undressing her. Even now, with a bare face, her hair tied into a loose bun and no footwear, the dress is a game-changer.
She gives herself a few moments to imagine this paradise, one that might have come true tonight had she never told him about the break-in. Then, she silently unzips the dress and climbs out of the black fabric pooled around her feet. Tucking it back into her closet, she looks for something else.
Dilara [18:50] In case you change your mind, sharing the location here [Location]
Dilara’s text had come minutes after Namjoon’s, and Kaya has to imagine it was a genuine coincidence. Although she’d replied to neither, it was the second text that caused her to change her mind - that, and the lingering fear that if she didn’t go today, she didn’t know how either of them would be able to maneuver a situation to see each other again.
The concert should end in a little over an hour. Her phone pings again and she groans, for she doesn’t think she can take any more of their unsubtle attempts at convincing her to go tonight. It’s not Namjoon or Dilara, though, but Adam Fischer, her thirty-something thesis advisor, asking if she wants to discuss the coming week’s class schedule tonight.
Kaya shakes her head as she types out a reply (Sorry, I can’t tonight. Will set up a meeting for first thing Monday if that’s okay?), a little rueful. Namjoon heavily disliked Adam, despite having no concrete reason for doing so. He’d always suspected Adam of having feelings for her, even though Adam hadn’t said or done anything to make her think he might. Part of her wonders if she could somehow ditch the party for this meeting and still make sure that the news travelled to Namjoon through the grapevine (Dilara), and if that would still piss him off even now.
She immediately cringes at the pettiness of it, however, sending her reply to Adam and heading into the shower.
The party is at the rooftop restaurant of the hotel next to the concert venue, and presumably where BTS is staying while in Amsterdam. It isn’t as crowded as she was anticipating, although the music is fairly loud. It looks more like a fancy houseparty, and even a few seconds in, Kaya can spot a handful of vaguely famous people in attendance. She looks around for a familiar face, preferably Dilara or Yoongi or one of the younger boys, wishing she’d called ahead and trying not to think about the fact that in spite of not RSVP-ing, her name was on the guest list.
She takes another hesitant step in and audibly sighs when she spots Taehyung, who, for reasons best known to himself, has accessorised his outfit with an ascot. He seems to be in an animated conversation with Jungkook, while standing in between them and facing ahead, with loose curls tumbling down her shoulders and looking slightly bored, is…
“Kaya!”
Dilara’s mouth forms her name over the music as she brushes past her boyfriend and his friend and hurries towards Kaya, looking both happy and relieved to see her. “You look hot!” she exclaims when she reaches her.
“Oh -” Kaya looks down self-consciously; she’d settled for a straight strapless top and jeans, unable to justify dressing sexier without seeming like she was trying too hard for her ex-boyfriend. “Thanks. And you look…” She frowns slightly at Dilara’s mini-dress and go-go boots, with a slightly out-of-place gold ring hanging around her neck. “... like Daphne Blake.”
Dilara’s face visibly falls. “I look like a cartoon character?” she asks, wrinkling her nose.
“Well, a very pretty cartoon character,” she adds quickly. “Especially with the headband. But… why?”
She rolls her eyes. “Taehyung picked it - but I’m sure it’s not because of Daphne Blake.” Spotting Kaya’s confused expression, she shrugs sheepishly. “We got into an argument yesterday about who has better taste, so we decided to go shopping at The Nine Streets and pick each other’s outfits for tonight.”
Kaya raises her eyebrows, something seemingly clicking into place. “So the ascot is your doing?”
“M-hm.” She nods in satisfaction before her eyes widen. “Oh, hey! An ascot - like Fred!” She lets out a low whistle at this realisation and laughs, while Kaya nods knowingly, feeling the urge to smile for the first time in what feels like weeks. “Not planned but zero regrets. I wonder if Tae knows that - oh.”
Kaya cuts her off mid-sentence with a hug, suddenly immensely grateful for Dilara. She can’t remember the last time she’d let anyone into her life this much with the exception of Namjoon; but just maybe, when she’d been happy with him and her guard had been lowered, Dilara had slipped in without warning as well.
She tightens her arms around Kaya and rubs her back. “It’s good to see you, too,” she says, sounding part-surprised and part-delighted. “It’s been a while but I promise that we will still - oh, hey.” The change in tone is abrupt. “Incoming.”
By the way her voice immediately lowers, Kaya is sure she knows what Dilara is referring to. Her heart beating a mile a minute, she pulls away from the hug and turns as casually as she can.
Her first thought is that he looks thinner - visibly so. Well, he’s on tour, says a voice in her head but Kaya suspects that’s not the only reason, for he’d been on tour when he’d broken up with her as well.
His hair is a silvery blond, looking almost metallic; dressed simply in a black T-shirt and  jeans, he runs a hand through his hair so it falls gracefully around his face as he approaches her, his face unreadable.
“Hi,” he says, and it sounds like all the breath has been let out of him with just one word. He swallows and straightens his shoulders, a small smile appearing on his face, the dimple faintly visible. “It’s good to see you, Kaya.”
Kaya nods, unable to speak and overcome with a sudden urge to cry. “You, too,” she murmurs, glancing at the floor and blinking rapidly before looking back up at him, a bit defiantly.
“I’m glad you decided to come.”
She nods again, her chest twisting at how normal he sounds. He’s standing far away from her as well, as though to make it clear in every way possible that they’re not together. 
“Hope you had a good concert,” she ventures, recalling the grad student who’d accosted her yesterday, practically beside herself at attending a BTS concert. “Backstage must have been hectic.”
A flicker of something appears in his eyes for a moment, possibly with memories of backstage. Wishes of luck, last minute hugs, sweaty and passionate kisses fueled by adrenaline. But it disappears instantly and Kaya wonders if she imagined it.
“It was,” he answers, nodding. He slides his hands into his pockets smoothly, leaning back on his heels and his smile widening a little. “But worth it as always. The crew did well.”
Kaya doesn’t even bother nodding this time; all of a sudden, she regrets coming here tonight. Dilara has left, she just realises, and Namjoon is acting like they’re acquaintances at best, making her feel stupid and yet immensely grateful that she didn’t wear the sexy black dress.
At that moment, his eyes flicker to something behind her. “I’m sorry, I just need to go and say hi to a couple of people. But enjoy your night. It’s an open bar,” he adds, smiling and nodding politely before brushing past her and walking away.
Kaya doesn’t move; she doesn’t think she can. Something heavy feels like it’s settled on her chest, the weight of confusion, disbelief and crushing disappointment threatening to suffocate her. She has no idea what she’d been expecting; maybe arguing, fighting, crying together again - but not him not caring. Not this.
Namjoon continues walking in the opposite direction for as long as he can keep Kaya in his peripheral vision, both guilty and relieved when she doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t think he can look her in the eye if she does, witness the pain and hurt in her face that close.
He catches Seokjin’s eye and hurries over to him. Seokjin raises his eyebrows and seems to guess what might have transpired, ushering him over to the other end of the circular bar and out of Kaya’s line of sight.
“How did it go?”
Namjoon rests his palms on the bar and shakes his head, no words coming to him at the moment and feeling like he could throw up. He can’t fathom how he did it, how he stood there before her and didn’t immediately pull her to him, or break down and ask her to forgive him for doing the only thing he knew to do.
“Drink this.” Seokjin slides a glass to him and Namjoon takes it without hesitation, taking a huge gulp and waiting for it to sting his sinuses. 
“This is water,” he states hoarsely, frowning at the glass.
“Cold water,” corrects Seokjin. “It’ll help clear your head.”
Namjoon takes another sip and places the glass down, dropping his head into his hands. “I can’t do this. How do I tell her I can’t do this? How do I ask her to -“ But he breaks off here, his mind swimming with the sight of her bare shoulders and exposed collarbones, imagining how they would feel if he held her.
“Okay.” Seokjin exhales through his nose and pauses. “Look, I have to ask. You’ve seen the state she is in. And you’re…” He struggles for a moment “...like this. Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to ask her to get back -“
“No.” The answer is instant, although it’s partly a habit by now. As he does every time his mind tries to convince him otherwise, Namjoon forces the memory of her phone call to the forefront of his mind, the fear in her voice and  devastation on her face when he’d entered her apartment.
“But maybe this is -“
“No.” 
Seokjin is silent and Namjoon can tell that he doesn’t approve. Please don’t ask me again, hyung. He doesn’t know if he did the right thing by inviting her but he couldn’t imagine not doing it either, not being right here in her city, knowing she was so close that he could almost smell the coconut and vanilla in the air and still not see her in the flesh.
“If you’re sure,” says Seokjin at last. “If you are, then I guess you did well. Just… just be normal around her. Keep a normal distance, talk about normal things and…” He half-shrugs, sounding uncertain. “She’s smart. She’ll understand. If you’re sure you want to do this, then… she’ll get it.”
Normal. Namjoon knows what he means, but he wants to tell him that none of this is normal. Not touching her, not being honest with her, not being with her - none of it is normal. 
“She’s talking to Yoongi right now,” he adds, and Namjoon turns to see them near the stairs to the top floor. Kaya’s back is to him, her head lowered slightly and her thumbs hooked onto the back pockets of her jeans, the material hugging her hips and curving down her backside… He swallows and looks away.
“This is your chance,” says Seokjin. “Go and mingle. Let her see you moving on - even if you actually aren’t,” he clarifies quickly. “It won’t be pleasant but it might encourage her to do the same.”
Namjoon isn’t sure of the wisdom of this strategy but ever since the cause of his break-up had been revealed to the older members (and surely to Taehyung at least, by Dilara), he’d almost been relieved that he wouldn’t have to make every decision on his own.
He tries his best to navigate the party after that, making empty conversation with guests, using every bit of remaining energy and willpower to plaster a smile on his face. All the while, part of his attention is constantly on Kaya, registering her familiar figure alone at the bar as she nurses a beer, sometimes with Dilara. 
Be normal. Seokjin’s words start holding less and less meaning with every passing minute, especially when he spots Kaya having finished her drink and he’s struck with the sudden fear that she will leave the party. In an effort to be as normal as he can, Namjoon heads over to the bar where she’s scanning the life-size menu half-heartedly, arms folded across her chest.
“Like anything?” he asks humbly. Long Island Iced Tea or a Mai Tai - depends on the flavours. His heart jolts when she shoots him a doubtful look and doesn’t answer, almost as if she’s wary of talking to him. She leans over the bar and gives the bartender a smile that makes his heart drop, especially when he grins back.
“Komt de mai tai in mango?” she asks, half-pouting when he shakes his head. “Een biertje, alsjeblieft,” she says finally, taking her second beer and turning away from the bar.
Namjoon doesn’t remember ever feeling this distant from her. “I’m glad you came tonight,” he tries again, choosing to look at her even though she’s facing away.
Kaya nods, pursing her lips and looking ahead. “Yeah, you said that already.” But her voice trembles ever so slightly, or maybe he just knows her so well that he’s sure it’s not a case of her not wanting to look at him - she can’t look at him.
It’s all on him now. He started this; if there is any hope of them still staying in each other’s lives, it’s down to him to make it happen. 
“How’s your dissertation going?” he asks, hoping her work is a topic she might open up on.
She shrugs after a moment. “Off schedule,” she answers shortly. “A lot of variables hanging in the air.”
“Did you get into the research project you’d applied for?”
It’s momentary but it appears: the corner of her mouth tilts upwards. “Yeah,” she admits, finally looking at him, albeit hesitantly. “Guess I’ll have a lot more time to focus on it now,” she murmurs, the hint of a smile fading.
Namjoon’s heart sinks. She’s so angry with him; it’s palpable and not something he has ever been on the receiving end of. Her hand hangs by her side; his own itches to link his fingers with his, maybe tug her to him or lead her out of this stupid party where he can plead for her to just look at him.
“Well,” he says, then pauses. “I’m glad you could get the time off tonight. Must have been hard.”
“M-hm, not really.” She shakes her head. “Adam wanted to meet but I’ll probably catch up with him later,” she adds nonchalantly.
Namjoon nods, his hand tightening around his glass. He can’t tell if she’s trying to provoke him, for they do work closely; close enough that Adam’s intentions have always been a point of disagreement for them. He’d never been able to explain to her just how much he hated the way her advisor looked at her when she didn’t notice, how his hugs always lingered a moment too long or how he insisted on calling her late in the evenings to discuss work.
He’s distracted momentarily by Jungkook, who approaches them while bopping effortlessly to the music and stops in between them, turning to face in the same direction as Namjoon and Kaya. He’s definitely tipsy; the smile on his face is too big and he doesn’t seem to be reading the room at all.
“Dilara is a really good dancer, isn’t she?” he says loudly in English to no one in particular. Namjoon frowns and follows his gaze to see Dilara, Taehyung and Hoseok dancing, before turning back to look at Jungkook. On his other side, Kaya is also frowning at him, tilting her head curiously. Their eyes meet and she raises her eyebrows slightly.
Namjoon fights a smile as Kaya half-chuckles and looks away, his heart twisting with longing at how much he misses her. She looks so incredibly beautiful; his eyes sting when he realises that there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it.
“I’m gonna -“ He gestures vaguely and walks away in the opposite direction, desperate to be anywhere but around her before his resolve breaks.
The next half hour is a flurry of faces; Namjoon distracts himself with every single individual at the party, making small talk and exchanging unfunny jokes and hyper aware of Kaya occasionally glancing at him.
He knows, because he’s watching her, too, doing his best to make sure she doesn’t see him looking. He can’t even help it; it’s almost muscle memory at this point.
“Who are you looking at?” The woman he’s talking to asks him point-blank.
Namjoon flushes, realising he’d been staring at Kaya over her shoulder while she’d been speaking.
“No one,” he answers quickly. “Sorry.”
The twenty-something woman frowns curiously. “Are you sure? I’m not offended.”
“It’s… nothing.” He shakes his head and looks at the floor. 
“Ex-girlfriend?”
Ex. Not trusting himself to speak, Namjoon nods. 
“Hm.” She hums, somewhat sympathetically. “Bad break-up?”
“Pretty bad.”
“I’m sorry,” she says after a moment. “It’s never easy to be around an ex if it hasn’t ended well.”
“Yeah, well,” he says, desperate to change the topic. “All part of the process, right?”
“Right,” she says encouragingly. “Plus, once you’re past this phase, the one where you constantly want to die, you can begin the drink and eat and hook up as much as you want stage with no judgement.”
He chuckles politely, the prospect sounding horrendous. “Thanks. Feels good to laugh for real.”
She smiles wider and, before he knows it, leans forward and presses a kiss against his lips.
It takes Namjoon a couple of seconds of pure shock before he jumps backwards. “Whoa. What -“ His heart races uncomfortably. “What was that?”
“Sorry,” she says slowly, looking a little confused. “I thought… you wanted to make your ex jealous. Isn’t that where you were going with this?”
“No,” he clarifies immediately. “No. Absolutely not. I don’t want to - no.” In the midst of his minor crisis, he notes how the woman looks almost mortified.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to -”
“It’s fine,” he cuts her off, suddenly feeling horribly guilty. He looks up out of habit and sees, unmistakably, Kaya leaving the restaurant, her long dark hair and the shimmery dark blue of her top disappearing out the door.
The night has gotten chillier in the last couple of hours and the cool wind hits her bare shoulders the moment she steps out, but Kaya barely feels it. She’s not thinking right now; thinking is what’s got them here, thinking about everything and overthinking to the point of fleeing a restaurant.
“Kaya!” 
Her feet increase their pace automatically the same time her stomach flips, but he’s taller and faster and he reaches her before she can even reach the elevator.
“Kaya,” he repeats hurriedly, reaching and grabbing her elbow. “Wait, please. I’m sorry -”
“Why did you even invite me here?” she asks, cutting him off and turning around to face him. She’s so tired; she didn’t think break-ups could be this exhausting. “You’ve barely said anything to me. Was it to show me in person how you’re moving on? Because if that’s the case, then… message received.”
Namjoon shakes his head immediately; he looks exhausted as well, and Kaya is once again struck by how much thinner he is, overcome with a mixture of empathy and frustration at him. 
“That was not - I didn’t plan that,” he says, sighing. “I don’t even know who she is. She kissed me and it wasn’t… come on, does it look like I’m moving on?” he asks, raising his arms helplessly.
Kaya stares at him and then sighs, shaking her head. “Why did you invite me here?” she asks again, less defensive this time.
“Because I wanted to see you,” he says at once.
She stares at him. “Well, you’ve seen me,” she says, sniffing. “Can I go now?”
“Kaya…”
“What?”
Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, looking lost for words. “Please don’t -“ He breaks off abruptly before taking a step closer to her, his height both large and comforting. “I don’t want you to be sad. I’m sorry.”
Too late. “You’re not supposed to care how I feel. Not anymore.”
He lets out a humourless chuckle. “What?”
“We’re over.” She can hear the tremble in her voice as she crosses her arms across her chest again. “You said it yourself. You’re not supposed to care how I feel.”
“Really?” He narrows his eyes at her. “You think this break-up had anything to do with how I feel about you? You know as I do that it didn’t.” When she doesn’t answer, he sighs. “I did this because I care.”
“If you say so.”
He pokes his tongue into his cheek. “Are you deliberately trying to provoke me or something?”
“Provoke you into what?” she blurts out. “What - what is that you want, exactly? What do you want us to do? Just circle around in each other’s orbits for the rest of our lives, while still being - while still feeling the way we do?” she asks, avoiding her almost-slip of tongue. “We’re just supposed to stay not be together and still stay in each other’s lives? What - what do you want?”
Namjoon opens his mouth but falls silent; it’s clear he hasn’t thought that far ahead - or he can’t say it out loud. “I want…” He begins, before pausing and starting again. “I want… you to be happy,” he says eventually. “And safe.” 
She scoffs and he bristles. 
“I’m serious. I -” He breaks off when someone exits the restaurant, his gaze following them until they’re out of sight before he turns back to her. “This is hard for me, too, you know? Why is it so hard for you to believe I might want you to be happy?”
Kaya exhales but doesn’t answer, because it isn’t hard to believe, not even a little bit. It’s unfortunately the most believable thing he’s ever said to her which means she can’t even fight it.
“How?” she asks finally. “By moving on, like you were pretending to do?”
Namjoon bites his lip and his eyes glaze over, and she knows he’s picturing it. His eyes fall to the floor but he nods slowly anyway. “Yeah, I guess. As long as I don’t have to watch it,” he adds in a mutter.
It’s really over. Kaya feels her eyes well up. “Fine,” she answers quietly. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go find someone to move on with tonight.” She turns to leave but feels him stop her again. “What?” she snarls.
“Kaya, I -” The lift opens and a handful of people tumble out, holding merchandise and talking loudly. Namjoon’s eyes widen and he immediately grabs her arms and walks her back into a corner, just as the group turns into their corridor and towards the restaurant.
“What are you -”
But the second lift opens just then and they hear the sound of a second group of voices. Namjoon swears under his breath and pushes open a door behind her, walking her back further into the tiny dark room and letting the door swing shut behind him.
“What is wrong with -“
“It’s press,” he hisses, and she falls silent.
He peers out into the corridor through the small window in the door; there’s no light except for the bit through the window and from a skylight in the ceiling. Kaya can smell something vaguely citric that she decides is floor cleaner; they are in a janitor’s closet.
She and Namjoon are frozen in place, his hands still on her arms and hers on his torso to keep from losing her balance. It’s been a long time since they’ve been this close; it takes Kaya a few seconds to realise that the voices outside have disappeared, but he still hasn’t moved away.
Almost as if he’s subconsciously heard her, his thumbs stroke her arm once. The simple touch makes all the anger crumble away for a moment, especially now that it’s just them with the rest of the world shut outside. Kaya hesitates for a moment, then gently rests her forehead on his shoulder. Namjoon stiffens but a moment later, she feels his fingers tighten above her elbows, followed by him loosely enveloping her in his arms.
It seems cruel, almost, that the target of her anger and source of her comfort lie in the same person. It isn’t even a hug; it’s a moment of weakness at best, borne from his almost subconscious need to protect her. For the first time, Kaya wonders if she’s being unfair to him.
Resisting the temptation to wrap her arms around his waist, she steps away from him with difficulty, her back touching the wall. His arms fall from around her reluctantly, his expression resigned. It’s dark but she can see him more clearly than she has all night.
“This is a terrible idea,” she murmurs, echoing her words from a month ago. “The worst you’ve ever had.”
Namjoon exhales shakily but doesn’t argue. “I meant everything I said in that note,” he says, not even trying to hide the tremble in his voice anymore. “And I really do want you to be happy.”
The note. The one he’d kept on her bedside table when he’d left her apartment while she slept, the only thing of his that was left when she’d awoken, naked and alone. She’d only had the strength to read it once before she’d broken down and tucked it deep into her drawer, knowing the words would be etched in her memory.
“You know what will make me happy,” she whispers, looking at the ground. She feels him come closer to her, one hand hovering by her side as though unable to decide if she’d want her to touch him. 
He finally rests it lightly on her waist, moving it slightly upward as she looks up at him, her heart twisting at how he’s unable to meet her eyes. She places her hands on his face, thinking vaguely how much she misses seeing his dimple.
“Joon,” she whispers, waiting for him to nod once. “Look at me.”
Namjoon visibly swallows, gaze still fallen. “Kaya, I…”
“No,” she interrupts him. “Look at me.”
With what seems like an enormous effort, he meets her eyes. This is hard for me too, you know? 
She knows. Kaya strokes his cheekbones with her thumbs, her touch feather-light. “Kiss me,” she whispers. She touches her forehead to his and closes her eyes, hoping he’ll give in, for she can’t go further than this. 
His hand tightens around her waist, pressing her into the wall. Their lips brush momentarily and he shivers.
“Do it,” she urges, her voice barely audible now. “Kiss me.”
She feels his lips before she even registers him moving against her and she leans into it, feeling like she can breathe for the first time in weeks. Come back to me, she thinks desperately. Come back to where you belong.
It’s like he can hear her. Namjoon pulls away, one hand on the wall beside her face for support, the other holding her.
“Fuck,” he whispers, and it sends a jolt of anticipation through her heart. “I love you, Kaya,” he adds, voice full of emotion. Kaya nods, unable to speak, wishing he would meet her eyes. He moves his hands to her face and touches his forehead to hers again, swallowing.
Look at me.
But he doesn’t. “But you have no idea,” he continues, every word sounding like it's costing him effort, “how I felt when you called me that night. The things that went through my mind…” He sniffs, and Kaya’s heart sinks. “I can’t let that happen again baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”
She can feel her face start to contort and she drops her hands from his shoulders, for she knows this part by heart. “Goodbye, Namjoon,” she mutters thickly, sliding out from between him and the wall. She pushes open the door and hurries out, leaving him behind.
When she hears the knock on her front door the next morning, Kaya is just about to step into the shower. She freezes and sighs, for she really, really needs this shower. She considers ignoring it but the knock sounds again and she groans, abandoning the activity of tying up her hair and letting it fall loose instead. 
Grabbing the old, threadbare robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, she pulls it around herself and shuffles to the front door. She peers through the peephole and her heart stops for a moment, but she steels herself and opens the door.
Namjoon stands before her, hands in his pockets and shoulders slightly hunched. “Hey. I just wanted to - oh, God,” he switches abruptly, his expression changing from vaguely apologetic to shocked, and he slips inside the apartment.
“What?” Kaya asks, taken off guard and stumbling backwards.
“You really opened the door wearing that?” he hisses, shutting the door behind him. “I could’ve been anyone!”
“I knew it was you,” she argues, tightening the belt around her waist and realising, for the first time, how short the robe is. But she isn’t about to admit that to him, especially not when he’s turned up unannounced and decided to begin his visit by berating her. She folds her arms across her chest. “What do you want, Namjoon?”
He hesitates, almost as though he’s just noticing how displeased she is. “Sorry,” he mutters, looking a bit ashamed. “I didn’t mean to… anyway,” he says quickly, wringing his hands and slipping them back in his pockets. “How are you?”
Kaya shrugs suspiciously. He looks remarkably different from where she’d left him last night, almost breaking down and apologising to her. Right now, he seems almost… calm. She can almost imagine that last night had been a slip-up of emotion, possibly due to tiredness and an open bar, whereas in the light of day, he’s back to being the responsible ex who’s fulfilling his obligations by checking up on her each day.
“I’m great.”
He nods after a moment, clearly not believing her. “Well, I came here because…” He sighs and a glimmer of last night’s emotion appears on his face. “I thought about what you said last night. And you were right.”
The jolt in her stomach is almost painful, but Kaya hangs on. If he was talking about what she thinks he is, he would be delivering it far more differently.
“We can’t keep doing this. I can’t expect you to keep doing this,” he adds. “Staying in this limbo, not knowing…” He bites his lip and lowers his gaze, removing his hands from his pockets. “You have every right to move on. I want you to - to be happy.”
Kaya licks her lips slowly. “This,” she says coldly, “could’ve been a text.”
“I didn’t want to leave things the way they were last night,” he tells her, his voice softer. “You’re, uh…” His voice breaks off for a moment. “You’re the love of my life. And we were together for a long time and I… I loved every moment of it. I just want to say goodbye the right way.”
Her throat hurts holding back the rush of emotion that threatens to overwhelm her. 
“Are you sure?” She can’t resist asking, in a whisper. When he nods and lowers his eyes, she feels the heavy, heavy anchor of acceptance settle in her stomach. 
Namjoon hesitantly reaches out with one hand but when she gives him a look, he nods and steps forward, and they meet in their last hug, three and a half years after their first last hug in her apartment.
Kaya hugs him tight, no longer caring about hiding how she feels. There isn’t enough time to try and memorise everything so she doesn’t even try; she just goes higher on her toes and presses her nose into his shoulder, revelling in his scent one last time.
Namjoon doesn’t seem to be doing much better. He’s holding her tight, so tight that it doesn’t seem like he’s ever intending on letting her go. His face is in her hair and his arms stroke her back in small movements, his go-to movement to comfort her since they met.
Just a few more seconds. The sensations increase now; the feel of his shoulders, his chest touching hers - and she’s suddenly conscious of the thin robe being the only thing separating her naked body from him.
At the same time, his hands move to her waist - out of habit, she knows, but she can’t help but be extremely aware of it. His hand stops just above the curve of her hips, quickly and abruptly. 
Her mouth feels dry, but her legs press together. Then, as though he can read her mind and the direction her thoughts are invariably leading in, against her hip, she can feel his body react.
She lets out a soft gasp and feels his body stiffen around her. This is goodbye, a voice reminds her, urging her brain to focus on the matter at hand. But it’s slipping - fading, almost, as a physical urge struggles for dominance. 
Her lips brush his neck as she pulls away - she has to pull away - but it doesn’t matter in the end because somewhere along the way his lips find hers and all thought disappears, replaced by touch, feel and hunger.
Namjoon sighs into her mouth like he’s breathing for the first time, pulling her close. Her robe starts to loosen and he tugs at the belt, groaning when his hands touch her bare skin.
“Fuck, are you really not wearing anything under this?” he murmurs, his voice so low and reverberating so deep inside her that she shivers.
The robe is off; it’s cool and sudden air, a moment where his hands fall from her waist and then their back but this time, it’s skin against skin. It’s lips and sighs and tight grips, the feel of denim, her fingers moving out of habit as they unbutton and unzip - and then there’s pride and relief when she feels his desire for her, still the same as ever, no matter his words.
There’s something solid against her back; somewhere, dimly, her mind registers that her dining table is rickety and has her laptop on it, and then she’s leaning forward and he’s behind her and his chest is against her back and he wants her just as much as he wants him.
“Are you -“
“I’m still on birth control,” she confirms tightly, the next moment feeling his fingers on her hips and then he’s inside her again, after so long. She could almost sob at how good it feels, how right, the lips on her shoulder and his scent and touch.
But it’s over too soon. She gasps and falls forward, her ears ringing and heart hurting at the same time as her heart races. He’s getting close, too; she tries to memorise it now, the exact moment, but then he pulls out. It’s sudden, the emptiness, but the next moment, she feels wetness on her back.
It takes around ten seconds, ten seconds when she’s frozen before she finally hears him sigh and take a step away. A moment later, she reaches across the table and pulls the tissue box towards her, reaching behind and wiping her back.
Kaya turns slightly to see him pulling on his T-shirt, jeans buttoned already. She picks up her robe and pulls it on hurriedly, suddenly not wanting to be naked for even another microsecond in front of him.
Something feels wrong. It’s not the first time he’s finished on her; he’s done it before, on explicit request and without, none of which ever made her feel… like this. Self-conscious. Bare.
Namjoon clears his throat. “I -“ He meets her eyes, still panting slightly. “I still want to… do this right,” he says, sounding almost formal. “Goodbye, Kaya.” 
He starts to take a step forward but pauses. “Maybe we shouldn’t hug,” he murmurs, offering her a small smile. Kaya watches as he hesitantly offers her a hand.
This is goodbye. Kaya can’t remember ever feeling this uncomfortable around him. The momentary loss of her sense of reason feels like it’s returned in full form, and she tightens the robe around her. She starts to reach for his hand but then stops.
“This is what you meant?” she asks quietly. “When you said you wanted to do it the right way? You wanted to see if you could squeeze in one last fuck before you closed this out like a business meeting?”
“What?” Namjoon’s eyes widen. “No! I didn’t - I didn’t want that to happen! I mean - you know that’s not what I meant,” he adds quickly. “I didn’t plan this. You and I both -“
“You planned our break-up and I had no idea,” she cuts him off, the shame and embarrassment creeping up her throat. “I really don’t know anymore.”
He scoffs, but his eyes flicker like he’s been stung. “Is that what you think of me? We were both here, Kaya. It wasn’t just me - you wanted this just as much as I -“
“I slept with Adam.” 
Namjoon freezes. He swallows and his eyes flicker again, rapidly this time. “You’re lying,” he whispers.
Kaya shrugs, holding his gaze with every last bit of willpower in her. “You were the one who told me to move on last night,” she reminds him, watching his expression crumble and doing nothing to stop it.
After what feels like several minutes, or maybe even hours, Namjoon nods slowly. Then, without another word, he turns around and opens the door, walking out of her life and shutting the door behind him.
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linos-luna · 8 months
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Lessons with Joon ❣️🥀
Namjoon x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: mentions of childhood sexual trauma, guided masterbation, ddlg, thigh riding
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Living with childhood sexual trauma made it hard for you to do lots of things. One of those things was intimacy. You haven’t had sex with your boyfriend yet but you have rode his thigh and let him rub you over your panties for relief. Although it was still very scary.
One of the things that scare you most was masterbation. You’ve never done it and any time you’re about to touch yourself, you freak out.
But one night Namjoon noticed that you were incredibly needy and humping his leg while sleeping so he woke you up. When he learned that you’ve never touched yourself, he wanted to show you.
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“This is just for when daddy’s not here okay?”
You nodded nervously while sitting up and pulling down your panties.
“Just relax.” He said while having you lean back against some pillows. “It’s supposed to be a good experience.
You nodded but still shaking a little.
Namjoon took your hand and had you light rub your inner thighs.
“Is that okay, babygirl?” He asked.
“Y-yes daddy…”
Namjoon kissed your cheek and moved your hand towards your cunt. It was already very wet.
Your heart was racing as it got closer and body getting more stiff.
“We’re going to touch now okay…?” He said while moving your fingers to rub your clit, making you whimper.
“Is this okay?”
Your eyes were closed and you only nodded, trying to keep tears in.
It was when he had you slowly insert a finger when you started to panic.
“D-daddy-….” You whimpered as some tears started to form.
“It’s okay, baby.” He said while starting to move your finger.
“No… no no no!” You started crying “Stop!”
“Baby—”
“Stop it daddy! Stop!” You cried out loud as Namjoon quickly let go of your hand.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Your boyfriend said while trying to calm you down. “It’s okay, baby…”
“No no! I cant! I can’t do it!” You continued sobbing while shaking your head.
Namjoon hugged you as you continued sobbing and rubbed your back.
“It’s okay. You did good. You did really good, babygirl…”
You only kept your face in his chest while holding on tight.
“Daddy… I-I can’t… I can’t do it…” you said while wiping some tears.
“That’s okay. You’re doing better.”
“B-but I want…”
“Just do what makes your comfortable… you’ll be ready soon.”
Namjoon wiped your tears and you put your panties back on with a sigh.
“B-but I still… I still…”
“I got you.” Namjoon said with a smile as he lifted and placed you on his thigh.
“Go ahead.”
You nodded and grinded on his thigh. The thin silky material of your panties along with your neediness had you whining and moaning as Namjoon had you do all the work. He put his hands on your hips but not much else.
“D-daddy…” you moaned as your hips stuttered. “Daddy p-please—”
“Let go whenever you want, babygirl.” He said with a smile as you did so.
Coming left you exhausted and you slumped over.
“Time to sleep, princess.” Namjoon said with a chuckle. He removed your wet underwear and put on another pair before laying next to you. He rubbed your cheek as you passed out.
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This is based off my own fear since I have childhood sexual trauma… I’m actually terrified of intimacy and am not sure what I’d do in this situation…
If you’ve experienced childhood sexual trauma, I wanna let you know that it wasn’t your fault and to take as long as you need to heal.
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ignitedminds27 · 1 year
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BTS BARBIE POSTER
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yoonxtaem · 2 years
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✿﹒金南俊
♡﹑𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗷𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘀.
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ze-eternalmarsh · 14 days
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Name: Dripping Like Acrylic
Ship: Taejoon (Taehyung/Namjoon) - BTS
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Wordcount: 8.094
Type: One Shot
Tags: smut, fluff, roommates, alternate universe - art school, photography, edible paint, paint kink, oral kink, dom/sub undertones, art student Taehyung, photographer Namjoon, nude photos, photo shoots, nipple piercings, cock slapping, spanking, dacryphilia, orgasm control, chocking, handprints, dirty talk, oral, anal (and more)
Summary:
Photography student Namjoon has always loved painting but was never good at it. So when he gets a prompt for the next photography project that lets him use paint, he jumps on the opportunity without even thinking twice.
What better idea than getting his roommate, art student Taehyung, to be his model and play with edible paint?
Nothing can go wrong… Right?
Or: Taejoon fuck and there's paint involved.
[Inspired by the VCR Shadows MOTS: ONE concept and a now deleted tiktok showing ppl touching each other (in underwear! nothing sexual) with paint in an artistic way.]
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kpopsexstories · 1 month
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QUICK FIX #4: BTS Namjoon fucks you hard from behind while he pushes your face down on the bed
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Member: BTS Namjoon
Content: From behind, Choking (lightly), Rough, Dirty talk
Type: WILD
Word Count: 508
This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more smut and other members and groups 😊
Namjoon has a way of getting you wet. He strips the clothes of your body with a violent passion, ripping your shirt in the process. He yanks your pants down and tares his own buttoned shirt open, before his muscular, exposed chest presses against your naked breasts.
You lie in front of him, spreading your legs, eager to feel his thick cock inside you. You watch as he sits on his knees between your thighs, rapidly undoes his belt, and pulls his pants and underwear over his ass.
The throbbing dick is pointing straight out. He grabbs your hips with his strong hands and suddenly flip you over. You whimper and raise your ass in the air, as he slaps his organ against your cheeks repeatedly.
“Oh yeah baby,” he says. “You ready for this? I'm gonna fuck you so hard!”
You close your eyes and moan when he penetrates you from behind. He puts a hand on your shoulder and pushes you down on the bed, hard against the matress. You turn your head and gasp for air as he presses you into the pillow, while he rocks his pelvis back and forth, and you feel his whole body come down on you.
He bends forward and pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your neck as he fucks you. His chest and stomach rubs against your back, and his dick feels great inside you.
“Baby,” he says in your ear while choking you. “You're so fine! Damn you make me so horny!”
He suddenly lets go of your neck, leans back again, stretches his arms out, and takes a firm grip around your waist. Faster and faster, he thrusts his cock in and out of you. You can't see him, but you imagine his hot body and tensing muscles as he slaps his pelvis repeatedly against your ass cheeks. You hear him moan and groan behind you, louder and with an animalistic passion.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” his deep voice repeats rapidly. “Uh, fuck yeah, uhgnn!”
His groans become more coarse and heavy. He's panting loudly, and you imagine his grimacing face as he nears an orgasm.
The bed shakes and slams against the wall. Suddenly, when his thrusts are at peak speed, he pulls out and leans down over you. He grabs his cock and jerks it fast, his hand slamming against your ass.
When he comes, he lets out a long, loud “uhhnnnn”, and you feel his hot sperm shoot across your back. You know that he loves seeing you from this angle, and admire your body as he ejaculates.
When he's done, his breathing becomes deeper and slower. He hastily wipes your back with his forearm, before you roll over to take a look at him.
You smile at his exhausted expression. His toned stomach moves in and out with each strenuous breath. Then he falls forward and collapses on top of you.
“Thanks baby,” he whispers into your ear, as you caress his soft and heavy body. “Thank you. I really needed that.”
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tinylint · 1 year
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BTS Reactions - you keep getting disappointed by your dates and they are your best friend but secretly want to date you
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Jin
You could not believe how sloshed your date was, he’d arrived to your date already buzzed and had already ordered 3 drinks since you two sat down to dinner. You told yourself you could handle it just fine but he started getting handsy, was not understanding the word no, and was significantly stronger than you.
You texted your best friend for a rescue, he lived just around the corner and you were pretty sure he was home tonight. You just had to keep the man in public until Jin arrived. Surely he wouldn’t do anything too unseemly in plain view of the rest of the restaurant?
‘SOS. Date is drunk and getting handsy. Can you rescue me? At the bar around the corner from your place.’
You tried to be discreet about sending the text and then realized it didn’t so much matter because your date was much more focused on your cleavage than on what your hands were doing.
Not 5 minutes later your date looked behind you and said “Wow that guy looks mad, wonder what’s wrong with him?”
That’s when you knew Jin had arrived. You turned around and you honestly had never seen Jin that mad, it was almost frightening.
Your dates amused face fell as soon as Jin stopped at your table and started shouting at him.
“What kind of absolute douchebag gets this drunk on a first date and tries to force himself on a woman? Well I guess that’s a hypothetical question because the answer is obviously you. You shitfaced jackass. You don’t deserve to look at this woman let alone have your hands all over her!”
Jin’s words tumbled out quickly as he grabbed your date by the lapels, pulled him up, and repetitively poked him in the sternum.
“Who the hell are you?” Your date slurred out in confusion.
“I’m her best friend and man you better be grateful we’re in public or I’d be beating the absolute shit out of you,” Jin towered over my date and then a beat later looked at me, his face melting only slightly. “You okay Y/N?”
“Yeah, I’m great now,” I said trying not to laugh at how quickly my situation had turned from being worried about my physical safety to watching my best friend just verbally clobber this asshat of a man.
Unfortunately my reaction seemed to give my date some defiant courage and he tried to get back in Jin’s face (even though he was at least 4 inches shorter than him…). “Who are you to come and save Y/N? You’re just her friend, trying to be her boyfriend huh?”
You could tell that your date thought that would be a blow to Jin’s ego. The truth is you’d always wanted Jin to be your boyfriend, but he’d never shown interest in dating in general. You almost wondered if he was gay or asexual or something, he just seemed oblivious to it all.
“Maybe I am trying to be her boyfriend! What’s it to you!? You can bet that if I was her boyfriend I would never get drunk and try to get up on her without consent so I’ve got that over you.”
You gasped after the first sentence. Was he being honest or was he just trying to get in your date’s mind?
“Y/N, let’s go. This douche shouldn’t take up any more of our time,” he faced you while opening his wallet then threw some bills on the table. “This should cover your dinner and a cab home. You are not fit to drive dude.”
You stood up and followed Jin out the restaurant, incredibly aware of how many eyes were on you after his loud altercation. Even though he was still mad he bowed to the staff and apologized for the scene even though some of them even voiced their support for what he’d done.
You let a few moments pass while you walked on the sidewalk together before you asked your question.
“Did you really mean that? That you’re trying to be my boyfriend?”
“Yes!” Jin exclaimed, still sounding angry. “I can’t watch you date any more idiots! I’ve wanted to date you for months and I just keep hearing about all the dates you have with these absolute asshats and I can’t take it anymore! I would treat you so much better than that!” His indignant rage didn’t lessen through his whole speech though his lips did get more pouty, especially as he talked about how he would treat you.
“Well,” you said, grabbing his hand, “you’ve definitely tried hard enough. Jin will you be my boyfriend?” You smiled up at him.
He continued to pout at you but his gaze definitely softened. “It’s about time you asked.”
RM
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You were on your third date with a man who seemed promising. He had even asked you to go dancing to your favorite club! Things were looking up for the first time in a long string of bad dates.
Until.
After a drink or two and about 20 minutes of dancing you went to the bathroom. You came back to find your date dancing, nay grinding, on another woman. You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and waved to him to try to get his attention. He saw you, ignored you, and went back to dancing with the other woman.
Seriously? You finally thought you’d found a good one and this is what happened? Just then you got a text from your best friend, RM.
‘How’s the date going? Isn’t the third good date the one where you get lucky? 😘😉’
You texted back quickly.
‘Well it would be if my date hadn’t ditched me after 20 minutes and is now blatantly ignoring me while grinding on another woman 🙄😩🙃’
‘What!?’
His reply was almost instantaneous.
‘Where are you? Did he drive you? I’ll come and get you.’
You were a little surprised at his insistence on coming to get you. It’s not like he could drive you anyway, not having a drivers license and all…
‘No I’m fine Joon I promise! I’ll just take an Uber myself.’
‘Take an Uber yourself my ass, I’m at a cafe literally around the corner anyway.’
You resigned yourself to wait for him, honestly you weren’t looking forward to a car ride home all alone after such a disappointment.
‘Alright fine, but only because I don’t want to sit in a car by myself after being rejected so obviously 😭’
You sat at the bar near the entrance so you could see Namjoon as soon as he walked in and could get out of there.
Namjoon walked in a few minutes later and he was seething mad. You had honestly never seen him this mad, you’d never even really seen him anything other than lightly frustrated. This was a whole new side to him and you had to admit it was kind of hot. He saw you quickly and walked over.
“Where is he? Which idiot did this?” He asked gruffly, looking around the dance floor as if he could spot him on his own without knowing what he looked like.
“Joon no, don’t worry about it let’s just leave.”
Namjoon’s eyes darted toward you and darkened, “I’m not leaving until I give this guy a piece of…well…something.”
Your eyes widened and you weren’t sure what you could do other than point toward your date and the woman he had chosen to ditch you for. “He’s over there, in the green jacket.”
Without a word Namjoon set off in the direction of your date and with his long legs had covered the length of the dance floor between them quickly. He grabbed your date’s shoulder, turned him around to face him, and punched him square in the face.
What!?!? Did Namjoon honestly just punch another man in the face? Kim Namjoon? Your decade-long best friend who has never gotten into a physical altercation in his life? Who cares for bonsai trees and bought baby shoes for his future child just because they looked cute?
You barely had any time to think because Namjoon was soon back at your side, holding your elbow and guiding you outside of the bar.
“Namjoon!” You finally exclaimed once exited the club. “You just punched someone! What the hell?”
“You bet I did, and that little weasel deserved it. I can’t believe he ditched someone as beautiful as you to dance with that blonde. Everything about her was obviously fake. And the way you look tonight?” Joon’s eyes flickered to you, looking you up and down very quickly and then shaking his head, “must be out of his damn mind.” He nearly muttered the last phrase under his breath.
You blushed deeply and suddenly were incredibly aware of Namjoon’s hand on your elbow. His warm strong hand that had just punched a man in your honor. Normally you didn’t condone violence or anything, and you never thought you wanted to be a maiden in distress, rescued by Prince Charming but suddenly…
“Namjoon can we stop a moment?”
Namjoon stopped and turned toward you.
“Where is this anger coming from? I’ve had bad dates before, this isn’t even necessarily the worst date I’ve had. Remember the comic book guy? He was awful!”
“I know I just…” Namjoon hesitated and then sighed. “I just can’t take it anymore. I can’t watch you date all these losers anymore when you deserve someone so much better. Someone who will actually pay attention to you and care about you and…”
“Well hell Namjoon I want that too! But until I find someone who wants to date me that’s as great as my best friend here I’m shit out of luck aren’t I? I just have to keep trying.”
“What if….” Namjoon started, “…what if you did date me?” His eyes looked at you shyly but earnestly.
You involuntarily gasped at the suggestion, not because it was a bad idea, but because it’s something you think you’d always wanted him to say but never knew it.
“Never mind, just a joke,” he stuttered out after hearing your reaction. He started to walk away.
“No! Joonie, I really hope that wasn’t a joke,” you stopped him and turned him around to face you. “Because I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had.” You smiled up at him. “So what do you say? Do you want to date me?”
He raised his eyes from the sidewalk slowly to meet yours, shyly meeting your gaze.
“Yeah,” he said, a smile slowly spreading on his face, “yeah I really do.”
You got on your tiptoes, put your hands on his broad shoulders and smiled at him.
“Well then come down here and kiss me you idiot.”
He smiled and leaned his head down just enough to meet your lips in the middle. Sweet and warm and soft, just liked they looked.
Suga
You cannot remember the last time you’d been this angry. Who did that douchebag think he was? You’d been in the middle of a perfectly fine argument (I mean, he was clearly losing but that’s not your fault) and he had the audacity to shake his finger in your face and belittle you?
‘You obviously don’t know what you’re talking about, I can’t believe you would have such an infantile opinion.’ He had honestly said that to your face! Not once stopping to realize that the “opinion” he was talking about was in fact a well-researched specialty from your masters degree. Like…where did this absolute douche canoe get off?
He had barely even finished his statement before you had stood right up and left, without any comment. Because if you did let yourself say anything you surely would have caused a scene and you weren’t really interested in that.
You angry walked halfway home until you realized you had to vent about this to someone or you would explode. You didn’t even have to think of who to call, within seconds you were calling Yoongi.
“What’s up Y/N, I thought you were on a date.”
“Oh I was about three minutes ago but he was so terrible I walked out in the middle of the date and am now power walking home. Fueled completely by rage.”
“Wow, I’ve got to hear about this. I love hearing about your rage. How close are you to my place?”
You look around you, you haven’t actually been paying great attention to where you were going in your rage walking and you weren’t so much walking toward your place as much as you should have been. But that did mean that you were now only a couple of block’s from Yoongi’s place.
“My sub-conscious must have been guiding me, somehow I am like two minutes from your apartment building.”
“Well then get the hell over here. I’ll have some shots ready, sounds like you might need them.
“Absolutely fucking right I will. Okay see you soon Yoongs.”
He ended the phone call with an unintelligible grunt. So wordy that Yoongi.
Soon I was in his kitchen, finishing my first shot and slamming the glass down so hard I was worried it would break.
“Whoa there Y/N, don’t take your anger out on my personal belongings!” Yoongi laughed. “Alright, tell me everything. I can’t wait to hear about this dude. I haven’t seen you this mad since you were in a conversation with a man telling you feminism was a government conspiracy.”
“Oh don’t you remind me about that guy, I don’t need to be any madder than I already am!”
I recounted the experience to Yoongi, recreating my date’s demeaning finger wag in my face to great effect.
Yoongi’s eyebrows knit together and his eyes widened in shock, “this dude knows this is the exact thing your fucking masters thesis was on right? Like he was aware you are a literal expert on the subject?”
“Oh he definitely knew! We had talked extensively about my masters degree and thesis on this wretched dating app before he asked me out.
“Wow. This guy’s a real treasure.” Yoongi poured us another round of shots.
I swallowed the second shot with a little less ease than the first, now that my anger was ebbing the drink burned a bit more.
“Ugh, Yoongi, will I ever find someone who isn’t an absolute dick? A man who is not intimidated by intelligence and confidence and feels like he needs to somehow prove himself when all he’s doing is proving that he is an idiot?”
“Well…” Yoongi started but didn’t finish. Instead he poured himself another shot and drank it quickly.
“Well what Yoongi? Ugh, are you going to tell me that I’ll never find one? There are just too many trash men out there. What the absolute hell do I do?”
“I was actually going to say,” Yoongi started again, not looking at me but staring instead into his empty shot glass, “what if you’ve already met him?”
“What do you mean? You’ve heard about all the men I’ve met in this horrible thing I get to call my dating life, which one of them have I overlooked?”
“Well maybe it’s not someone you met in your horrible dating life, maybe it’s just someone you’ve known for a long time. Someone who answers your calls at 11 PM on a Friday night because he was anxiously thinking about how your date was going and feeling equal parts horrible for hoping it went bad and jealous because it wasn’t him.”
You looked at Yoongi for a long time before answering. It took a moment for your now lightly buzzed brain to fully comprehend you had heard.
“I didn’t overlook you Yoongi. I assumed you weren’t interested. I assumed you would have let me know…” you faltered realizing you had put all the responsibility on him. Because the truth is you definitely hadn’t overlooked him. In fact when you first starting talking to Yoongi you had wanted him to ask you out. He didn’t, but you two had quickly become friends, the moment passed, and you tried to push the attractions to the back of your mind. Yoongi was too great of a guy to not have around just because you couldn’t stop feeling fluttered over his smile. But had you ever even really showed him that you wanted him to ask you out?
“Oh come on Y/N, you know I’m not great with words. I liked you from the beginning but you seemed so content and happy without a boyfriend, I figured you didn’t even want to date anyone. And then when you started downloading all those dating apps again we had been friends for too long for me to say anything about it.”
“Well,” you took the shot glass out of Yoonig’s hands and set it aside to try to get him to look at you, “will you ever imply that you know more about my masters thesis than I do? Or insist that feminism isn’t real? Or call me a communist?”
Yoongi laughed and finally looked you in the eyes, “Y/N you know I’d never do those things.”
“Well then you’re hired. You’ve officially been promoted from best friend that I secretly have feelings for to official boyfriend. Do you accept.”
Yoongi smiled, slid his hand behind your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Well kisses to be precise, quite a few in fact. The shots had really loosened him up and it turns out his tongue was just as talented as you’d always hoped, slipping in and out of your mouth and warming you more than the shots ever could have.
When he finally pulled away he leaned back in to the side of your face, breathing in your ear and then quietly growling, “I accept. Now let’s make up for lost time.”
JHope
You’d been stood up. Again. How did this keep happening? This was literally the third time in a row and this time you’d had to pay a hefty sum for parking before realizing your date was never coming. You couldn’t decide which you were madder about, being stood up or having to uselessly pay for parking. You texted your best friend JHope as soon as you realized what was happening. You always text JHope about your dates, especially ones that you had met online. He was always worried about your safety and had forced you to share your location with him and also required texts before and after dates and sometimes even during if he was particularly nervous. He was such a good friend, you’re not sure how you could have gotten through all these bad dates without him to talk to about it. If you’re being honest you probably wouldn’t be going through all these bad dates if he was interested in dating you. But it never felt like you two were on the same page about that and was it really worth it to ruin the best friendship you had ever had?
‘Stood up again. And I had to pay for parking this time 😩’
You quickly received many texts from him in succession
‘WHAT!? What the hell is wrong with these guys!?’
‘He should have to pay you back for the parking, what a dick.’
‘I mean seriously, this doesn’t even make sense.’
‘Come to my place and let’s have a way better time than you would have had with him.’
You smiled at his texts. Jhope was a vigorous texter but you could tell that he was particularly enraged by your situation and it always made you feel better when he responded in a protective way toward you. It was nice.
‘On my way. Do you have alcohol? I may want to get sloshed…’
The response came at lightning speed.
‘What a stupid question, I always have alcohol. And let’s not get too sloshed , he doesn’t deserve a hangover.’
Fair. He may have gotten mad quickly but he was always able to keep his head when he was mad.
Within 10 minutes you were exiting your Uber and walking up to his apartment building. You were still stewing over all the dates that had been standing you up, going over and over all the possible reasons it was happening.
As soon as JHope opened the front door you splurged into those stewing thoughts.
“What’s wrong with me? Do they come, see me, and then turn around to leave? Do they do it all as a sick joke, thinking it’s hilarious that I would ever think I’m in the same league as them? What am I doing wrong? Do I need to lose weight? What’s wrong with my face? Whe…”
JHope put his hand over your mouth after letting the first few negative thoughts tumble out. He pulled you in the door, closed it behind you, and pulled you into a hug, resting your head on his chest.
“Whoa whoa whoa. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. There is, however, definitely something wrong with these ridiculous so-called men who keep leading you on.”
You breathed a sigh of relief but were slightly embarrassed to have tears in your eyes.
“Then why does it keep happening? It just seems like at this point it must be me instead of them.”
JHope stayed silent for a moment and laid his head on top of yours. His big, warm hands lightly rubbed your back.
“You just keep choosing terrible men, that’s the only thing you’re doing wrong,” he lightly chuckled. “Any man who doesn’t want to date you is an absolute idiot.”
You laughed lightly, “But wouldn’t that also make you an idiot? Probably shouldn’t say such a strong blanket statement.”
Instead of laughing along with you, there was silence from JHope. And with your head on his chest you could hear his heart beating faster and faster.
“Well I’m…I’m definitely not an idiot.” JHope said slowly.
You pulled your head back quickly and looked at JHope eye to eye. With bated breath you managed to say “Do you want to date me?”
JHope let a beat of silence go by, you could see some slight fear in his eyes before he answered “Yes.”
You smiled widely. You can finally delete the apps. You can finally have a functioning relationship, because you know that a relationship with JHope will be full and happy and communicative. How could you not have a good romantic relationship with the best friend you’ve ever had. Especially when he’s as good looking as JHope.
“Well then why have you been letting me date all these duds when I could have been dating you all along?” You playfully flicked him on the chest.
Jhope’s smile was a slow one as he realized what you said likely meant.
“Hey Y/N, do you want to date me?” He formally asked.
“Absolutely I do.” You answered with a smirk.
Jhope’s eyes brightened. “Can I kiss you?”
Your heart skipped a beat and you suddenly got very nervous, the good kind. “Yes,” you answered with much less confidence than the previous question.
First JHope’s thumb swiped over your bottom lip, his eyes flitting between your eyes and your lips. As soon as he started to lean in you closed your eyes, mostly because you were nervous.
His lips were just as warm and soft as you’d always imagined. The kiss ended far too quickly for your tastes, and apparently he also regretted ending it because no more than half a second after you had separated he said “Can I kiss you again?”
You smiled, opening your eyes and seeing his beautiful face. Eyes still closed, eyebrows furrowed from the previous kiss.
“Please,” you responded, closing your eyes again and leaning back in.
Jimin
You knocked on Jimin’s door after yet another disastrous date. This time with a man who had claimed he was an entrepreneur when really he was just knee deep in an MLM. And when you’d refused to kiss him he’s gotten indignant and angry. You almost shut his damn hand in your car door. The nerve.
Jimin opened the door smiling when he saw you but then his face quickly fell, “Y/N! What are you doing here? Wait…aren’t you supposed to be on a date?”
“It was horrible Jimin! Another absolute dud!”
He stepped back and let you into his apartment. You were here often enough that you knew where to find a spoon and ice cream. Ice cream that was always your favorite flavor and you could tell he never touched and clearly was in his freezer just for you and nights like this.
Once you were settled on his comfy couch, leaning back, with your legs draped over his you told him all about the most recent terrible date. He gasped at all the right places and rolled his eyes at all the right places and dissed the dude at all the right places. Ugh. He was the perfect best friend. The perfect best friend who also happened to be uncomfortably beautiful. Sometimes it hurt just to look at him, like your eyes wouldn’t quite allow themselves to focus. But you were letting yourself get distracted.
“Well sounds like a real loser and aren’t you glad you didn’t spend more than one date to figure that out?” Jimin responded after hearing the whole dreary affair.
You sighed loudly, “I guess so. I’d just love to go on a date that wasn’t absolutely terrible for once.”
Jimin signaled for you to turn around so he play with your hair, which he knew relaxed you. You turned around and fought the urge to just fully lean back into his chest.
As he gathered your silky hair in his hands he said, “Y/N these men just don’t deserve you, they don’t deserve your attention and stress.”
“Oh Jimin you always say that. According to you no one deserves me! How will I ever find someone if they’re all beneath me?”
There were a few moments of silence while Jimin gently braided your hair before quietly saying “I’d like to deserve you.”
Thankfully you weren’t facing him, your eyes widened in shock and your cheeks blushed furiously. You didn’t know how to respond and accidentally left his confession lying out in the cold air.
“I just think, I mean I know, I would work hard for you and try my best to be the best boyfriend. I would always listen to you and take care of you and care about you and calm you down and…I would try so hard for you. You deserve someone who wants to try for you. I would do that.”
His speech brought tears to your eyes and you finally got the courage to turn around and face him.
“Oh no! Did I make you cry!? I didn’t mean to I just…” Jimin started but you stopped him before he could finish apologizing for being the absolute sweetest man on the planet.
“Shut up and kiss me Jimin.”
And so he did, a kiss that was fiercer than you expected for such a soft declaration. A kiss that implied a lot of patient waiting behind it. But you were so glad he had waited.
V
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You’d just come home from the worst date in….well in at least the last couple of months. And that was a hard title to get. You’d been going on at least a date a week in the last 6 months, desperately trying to find a solid person and relationship. There had been a few okay dates, but wow, a lot of terrible ones. You tried to laugh off the bad ones but the past four or five have been so appalling that they just made you come home depressed.
So you did what you always do when you’re trying to process but you come home to an empty apartment and no one to talk to. You post about it on your insta stories. Sure it’s not the greatest way to do it but you always get lots of validation from your other friends about how men are terrible and that’s what you really wanted right now.
Well…that’s one of the things you wanted right now. But what you really, really wanted was something you didn’t like to admit even to yourself. You really wanted your best friend, Taehyung to see our insta story and finally realize that he wanted to date you so you could stop going out with all these schlucks. So after posting your story you checked every few minutes to see if he had seen it. About 10 minutes after posting you saw that he had viewed it. This gave you at least some satisfaction, but he didn’t even send a message about it. Dang.
You got in your sweats and decided to get on the couch, cuddle your dogs and watch your comfort show for the umpteenth time. About 10 minutes into the show there was a knock at the door. Who could be at your house at this hour? Your dogs were just as confused as you were and barked up a storm. But then you heard a “don’t worry it’s just me” come from behind the door.
Once your dogs heard V’s voice (they’re obsessed with V) they stopped barking and started whining, waiting for you impatiently to let him in. You opened the door to see V wearing a perplexed face.
“What the hell is up with all these terrible dates you’ve been having? I can’t stand it anymore Y/N!”
“You can’t stand it!? Look at me! I’m in my PJ’s watching Netflix while I should be out there getting sexed up by some beautiful man. But here we are.”
V pushed past you and into your house, “I couldn’t agree more.”
You closed the door and followed him as he made himself at home in your front room. You and V had been good friends for a while, long enough for your dogs to love him, long enough for him to know the layout of your kitchen cupboards and where you kept your extra blankets. And long enough for it to seem like perhaps the moment to try for anything other than friendship had passed.
V sat on the couch and looked at you with a determined look on his face. “So, what are we going to do about it?”
“We!?” You laughed at him, “since when are you suddenly part of this process?”
“Well I think I need to be part of this process, since you’re obviously not figuring it out. Sit down and let’s figure out how to find you a, what did you say? A beautiful man to sex you up?”
You laugh and sit next to V. “That’s the idea.”
“How about this for a brainstorm, let’s both write lists of the kind of man we think would be perfect for you and then compare them. You must have a defective list, which keeps landing you defective dates.” He pulls out his phone and motions for me to do the same.
You sigh loudly, “Fine.”
“Alright, three minutes and then we’ll swap lists.”
The three minutes were more or less agonizing. You wanted to be honest in my list it would it be painfully obvious that you were largely describing V? You decided to just throw caution to the wind and be honest. By the end your list mostly looked like a list of qualities you liked about him. Some of them even referred to specific experiences you’d had together. But you figured you’d be reading them out loud to each other, so you could self-edit to make it seem less like you were pining for him.
A beeper sounded.
“Time’s up! Hand your phone over!” V shouted with he voice of some kind of game show host.
My eyes widened, but before you could protest he’d grabbed your phone out of your hand and shoved his in yours.
It took you a moment to be able to effectively read anything on the screen because you were just freaking out about the fact that he was reading yours. But then your eyes glanced at the bottom of the list and you saw the last thing on his list.
‘Me’
Your eyes shot up to him. As soon as your eyes were on him he looked up at you.
“Did you read it already?”
“Not all of it, but I did catch a glimpse of the end.”
“Well? What do you think? Whose list do you think is better?” He asked trying to be suave but you knew him well enough to sense his nerves, waiting for your answer.
“I think both lists are the same. I was just describing you in my list V.”
He smiled, “I was hoping so. I couldn’t imagine you’d had an incident in an ice cream shop with anyone else quite as specific as the one you’d described here.”
There was an awkward silence while you both tried to decide what to say or do next.
“So…are you going to delete all those dating apps?” He asked, waving your phone in front of you.
“Absolutely, in fact, I’ll let you do the honors,” you bowed and gestured toward your phone, presenting it to him.
His eyes lit up with something like maniacal glee. “If I get the deleting honors, then I also get to read through your message threads on them. Just so I can know exactly who to compare myself to in the future. You know, to keep reminding you that you made the right choice dating me,” he quickly starts scrolling through the first dating app he finds.
You shriek and try to take the phone away from him but he has already starting reading out some particularly embarrassing flirty messages and you’re quickly laughing too hard to fight back. You decide to just give in. You lay your head on his shoulder while he scrolls. His free arm snakes around your shoulders and you wrap your arms around his waist, melting into his side.
“You really did write a good list V,” you closed your eyes and smiled, breathing in his scent and feeling relaxed for the first time in months.
Jungkook
You’re not really sure how you got yourself in this situation. You were on a second date with a guy you’d had misgivings about on your first date but you couldn’t point to anything concrete so you gave him the benefit of the doubt and accepted a second date.
40 minutes into the second date at a bar near your house and it was becoming obvious what your misgivings had been about. This guy was handsy, and while you were generally comfortable shutting men down your date was just drunk enough to not really understand that you were shutting him down and kept boxing you in, not letting you leave.
Just as you were about to flag down the bartender to help you out of your situation you saw a finger tapping on your date’s shoulder. What was happening?
You looked behind your date to see your lifelong best friend Jungkook. Wait, Jungkook? What was he doing here?
Your date turned around and looked at Jungkook, “What do you want?” He asked testily 
“I want you to step away from Y/N and then walk your ass right out of this bar. I’ll even pay your tab for you, which based on the smell of your breath must be pretty high. Just get the hell out of here and keep your hands to yourself.” JK spoke evenly only thinly veiling his anger.
“Or what?”
Instead of answering, Jungkook kept his eyes on my date while grabbing a couple of walnuts from the bowl of nuts on the bar. He raised his hand in front of my date’s face and cracked the walnuts one-handed. “I don’t think you want to know the or what,” he glowered, his anger bubbling to the surface more obviously.,
My date looked at me, “Who does this guy think he is?”
I answered before Jungkook could get any angrier “he’s my best friend and I’d listen to him if I were you. And until you learn how to understand the word no please lose my number.”
After glancing between you and JK for a few seconds your date finally decided to give in and leave. “You’re a fat bitch anyway,” he murmured to me as he left. I had stand in front of JK to make sure he didn’t jump the guy.
“He’s not worth it Jungkook, I know I’m not a fat bitch. Just let him go.”
Once he’d left JK and I sat down at the bar. “What the heck are you doing here?” I asked him.
“I was just checking on you…you had told me you got bad vibes from this dude and honestly I didn’t trust him. I know you can take care of yourself and all but…”
“No, I’m glad you came JK. I like to think I can always take care of myself, but I was in a pretty tight situation there. I really needed you.” You looked at your best friend with grateful eyes. What would you do without him? Why couldn’t he just date you so you’d never have to have these bad dates again?
“I’m always here for you Y/N. I always have been and I always will be.” Jungkook put his hand on top of yours and looked in your eyes. It gave you just enough courage.
“Have you ever thought…have you ever considered…” you couldn’t bring yourself to finish your question.
“About whether we should date?” He finished, still looking at you earnestly.
“Yeah.”
“I’ve definitely thought about it. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I came here to check on you because I was at least a little bit jealous. Especially when you didn’t even have that great of a time with him on the first date. How can a douche like that get a second date when I can’t even bring myself to tell you how I feel?” Jungkook confessed too quickly for him to regret it.
“And I’d be lying if I said that I’ve often thought about how stupid it is that I have to try to date a bunch of terrible men when all I want to do is spend time with a perfect one like you.”
We both smiled at each other for a moment, those goofy smiles you get when something wonderful has happened and you can’t quite believe it yet.
“Do you want to go back to my place…for some ramen?” JK asked mischievously, with a boyish glint in his eye.
“Definitely,” I answered with a smile. “But can it also include actual ramen? Because I am honestly hungry,” I laughed nervously, in anticipation of the non-ramen eating activities he was suggesting.
“I guess we can eat some actual ramen first. It will give us the strength we need…” he winked, grabbed my hand, and led me out of the bar to what became the best first date of my life. And hopefully the last.
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YOUR STORIES WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND IS KIM NAMJOON.
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Edit: oh gosh I just realized my queue never posted on Namjoon's birthday!
A story made for Namjoon's birthday written at 3am in midst of me being stressed by my big move in five hours. It's a bit short and only includes Namjoon no other members. Might do a part 2 but don't have the time.
Tw: Vomit.
Namjoon plopped down onto the bed in his parents house, wanting to try to sleep off his headache before dinner with him. He still felt jet lagged from his trip to Japan for a photoshoot and thought maybe if he slept until dinner he'd feel better.
He only had a few days off and planned to spend it at home with his family, but he was too tired to even share a meal with them. "I'll just sleep until dinner.. we can catch up then.." He murmurs to himself, hugging one of the pillows to his chest. It only took a few minutes for the rapper to fall asleep, exhaustion hitting him hard.
"Jooni Mini.. it's almost time for dinner." His father gently knocks on the door, not wanting to wake him if he was still fast asleep, the door pushing open from not being properly latched.
Namjoon was curled up laying on top of the blankets instead of under them, face down on his pillow.
He didn't close the window.. I told him to close it when he got home.. it's getting colder..
Mr. Kim enters the room to close it, going to the closet to get an extra blanket to cover up his son, gently placing it over his body.
"Appa I-"
"Aiish! you scared me." He jumps at the sound of Namjoon's voice. "I thought you were asleep.."
"I was mostly asleep when you came in..Sorry I didn't mean to startle you.." Namjoon speaks softly, his nap doing nothing to ease his headache, and now his stomach felt like it was knotting up making him feel queasy.
"It's okay. I'm sorry I woke you up. I was coming up to say dinner is ready." Mr. Kim rubs Namjoon's shoulder. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I just got a headache. I'm okay.." Namjoon sits up, not wanting to worry him. I haven't eaten since Japan since I slept most of the flight. That's most likely why I feel nauseous..
"I'll get you some medicine. You should try to eat. You already slept through lunch." Mr. Kim leaves the room.
Namjoon stretches, his stomach complaining about how empty it was with a high-pitched gurgle. He slowly rises to his feet, going to the kitchen where he mother is setting the dinner table. "Let me help."
"I got it baby, just take a seat. I'm almost done." She gestures to a chair, going back to getting chop sticks from the drawer.
"Here Joon." Mr. Kim returns with two small pills, placing them in Namjoon's palm.
"Thanks, Appa.." He bows, getting himself a bottle of water and washing the medicine down with one gulp.
"Are you not feeling well, Namjoon-ah?" His mother places the chop sticks down to rush over to Namjoon, placing a hand on his cheek. "You do look a little pale."
"I'm fine, Omma. It's just a headache and the time difference messing up my body.. I'll be fine by morning."
"Alright honey, but if you get worse, tell me, okay? I'll take you to the doctor." She places a kiss on Namjoon’s forehead.
The three sit down for their meal, Namjoon feeling a bit better after a few bites of kalguksu. "Thanks mom. It's delicious." He smiles, taking a piece of pork belly.
"I'm glad eating perked you up. Do you want some tea?"
"No, I got water. Thanks, though." Namjoon jumps when he feels his phone vibrate, not realizing he fell asleep with it in his pocket. He checks it quickly.
Did you make it home safely? You looked exhausted when you landed.
"Aaish.. sorry. It's Hoba. I forgot to text him I got here safely."
"You can answer him." Mr. Kim tells him, aware of how worried the members get over one another. "Be sure to tell the others too."
"I will.."
Namjoon texts the group chat.
I made it to my parent's house. I fell asleep right after all these flights lately are killing me. Eating dinner now.
He puts his phone back into his pocket after putting it on silent.
"So how was your trip to Japan?" Mr. Kim asks.
"It was great. I went to a museum after the photoshoot but I didn't get to stay very long because it was close to closing. A met a fan while I was there.. she reminded me how bad my Japanese is. I really need to practice more, she had to really simplify the way she spoke for me to understand her." Namjoon continues to tell his parents about his trip, smiling fondly at the memory.
He thought everything was fine until he stood up to put his plate away in the sink, his stomach churning. He drops the plate when he wrapped his hand around his aching middle, the other quickly covering his mouth as a wet burp escapes.
"Namjoon-ah are you okay?" His mother rushes over to him, gently pulling him back away from the broken glass.
"I..I don't feel well all the sudden.." Namjoon pulls away from her, running to the bathroom and dropping to his knees in front of the porcelain bowl.
Namjoon hardly gets the lid up before his dinner rises into his throat,hitting the back of the bowl. "I'm sorry.." he apologized when he heard footsteps approaching.
His father enters the bathroom, gently rubbing his back and Namjoon starts gagging, another spray of sick pushing its way up. "You don't have to be sorry if you aren't feeling well Jooni-Minie. It's okay.."
Namjoon felt guilt tightening his already ailing stomach. It's been several months since he had the time to visit home. This wasn't what he had in mind as a bonding experience.
Despite his wish to have a nice evening with his family, more sick came up, splashing into the bowl. "Omma..." He whines his stomach lurches, another mouthful coming up gripping the side of the toliet tightly as a wave of dizziness washes over him.
"I'm here baby.." Mrs. Kim enters the bathroom sitting next to Namjoon heart aching to see him in such a vulnerable state. His body was glistening with sweat, tears streaking his cheeks as more sick pours from his mouth and nose. "It's okay, it's okay.." she gently rubs his shoulders, feeling them tensing up, rising underneath her palm.
Namjoon goes to speak, but a burp of sick comes out instead, resting his head on the lid as the last bit of energy he had ebbs away. Despite being exhausted his body doesn't relent, pushing up more sick.
I wish I didn't eat so much..
Namjoon whimpers as another heave comes, less and less coming up each time until he's left only dry heaving. His body trembled with effort as he tried to keep himself upright, not wanting to risk anything actually coming up and causing a mess on his parents floor.
"You're finished Joonie, take deep breaths baby.." Mrs. Kim gently pulls him to her chest when she hears nothing coming up, pulling soms toliet paper from the roll to wipe up Namjoon’s face. "Relax.. it's okay.. deep breaths.."
Namjoon wraps around her waist, obeying his mother's instructions despite the burning pain in his sides with every deep breath, letting his breath go ragged again when his body finally accepts that he had nothing left.
"That's it.. you're okay.. I got you.." Mrs. Kim smooths down Namjoon's hair, gently scratching his scalp. "Can you blow your nose for me honey?"
Namjoon nods, reaching for some toliet paper. "I'm so gross right now.." he coughs before clearing his nose, putting the soiled tissue into the toliet. "I'm sorry.."
"Stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for. Here, wash out your mouth Namjoon-ah.." Mr. Kim holds out a small cup.
Namjoon takes the cup in both hands, not trusting himself not to spill. "Thanks.." he rinses out his mouth, trying to rid himself of the acidic tang, spitting it into the toliet and flushing it down. "This isn't what I had in mind.."
"It's okay. I'm still happy to have you home. You're my son. No matter what I'll be here for you. Let's get you to bed baby. Do you think you can stand?" Mrs. Kim asks, rising to her feet, offering her hand to Namjoon.
"Yes, I think so.." Namjoon's voice comes out hoarsely as he got to his feet, stumbling into his father. "My knees are just a bit weak.."
"You poor thing.."Mr. Kim puts an arm around him to support him. "You're smaller than last time you visited.. are you eating enough?"
"Last time I visited, it was in the middle of winter." Namjoon didn't want to explain he was eating less because of his ambassador work. He wanted to lose weight, so he changed his diet, only eating once a day for the past month."I'm fine, appa. It's normal."
"I'll get you some tea to soothe your throat. Honey take him to bed." Mrs. Kim leaves to the kitchen, letting the boys go to the room.
"I'll find you something lighter to wear. Lay down for now Joon." Mr. Kim gently helps Namjoon to the bed.
"I don't want to change, I want to sleep.." Namjoon whines softly curling up underneath the blanket.
"You should at least change your shirt." Mr. Kim insisted, knowing his shirt was damp with sweat. "Come on, it'll just take a minute." He goes to his son's suitcase pulling out a plain white tee.
"Alright.." Namjoon sits up, gently pulling off the sweater he wore on the plane, letting his father help him into the T-shirt.
"There, all done."
Namjoon curls up on the bed again with a yawn, his father covering him up with the blanket.
"Do you want me to leave so you can sleep?" Mr. Kim asks softly, noticing Namjoons eyes were already closed.
"Could you..stay until I fall asleep?" Namjoon asks softly.
"Of course." Mr. Kim smiles as he gently rubs the tension out of Namjoon's shoulders. "I'm surprised you aren't asking for your mother to sit with you."
When Namjoon goes to reply a white dog pushes the door open, jumping onto the bed, laying against his sour stomach. He opens his eyes in surprise when he sees the canine. "Rapmonnie..?"
"It looks like he wants to comfort you." Mr. Kim smiles fondly when Namjoon reaches to pet his furry companion.
"I thought you didn't like me anymore.." Namjoon smiles brightly when Rapmon didn't move away from his touch. It was the first time in years he approached him without Namjoon needing to bribe him with treats.
"I got you some tea Joon-ah." Mrs. Kim enters the room with a cup. "Oh? Rapmon came to make you feel better. How sweet." She takes out her phone to take a photo of her three boys.
"I'll drink it later.. I don't want to move right now.." Namjoon says softly, falling asleep from the combination of the warmth of Rapmon against his abdomen and the massage from his father easing the pain.
"Alright baby. Rest well..I love you." She smiles, relieved to see him looking so peaceful after his awful bathroom icident. She motions for her husband to follow her out of the room when she heard Namjoon's breathing slow.
"Love you joon." Mr. Kim places a soft kiss on Namjoon’s head before leaving the room. "Get well soon."
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Enough is Enough
Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader
Word count- 4.6k
Includes- Namjoon is jealous, unrequited love, public sex, cock riding, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff
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J POV
I look up at the stage watching my best friend rap his part in BTS' new song
Namjoon asked me to come to their comeback but this time I wanted to be in the crowd for their performance
I'm always backstage and very rarely I get to experience the whole concert performance vibe every ARMY says is amazing
He argued with me but I put my foot down and he finally relented as long as I had a bodyguard with me and stayed in the front where he could watch me
As if he could do anything if anything did go down
I know he's worried about my safety but it's fine
No one except the staff knows me
In the crowd I'm just another ARMY
I've never been in any photos with Namjoon, nor any of the members, that have been released, so I'm good
I sing along with the song, jumping up and down, yelling his name like a fan girl
Because well I am
"Namjoon!", I scream
He glances at me yelling and rolls his eyes, a small smile forming on his face
Yeah he likes the attention
He'll never admit it but he likes it
If only he knew I'd give him all my attention anytime he wanted it
But I'm not going there again
One humiliation during high school was enough
He found out about my feelings, never said anything or talked to me about it then got a girlfriend a week later
If that doesn't scream friendzone then I don't know what will
Unrequited love sucks but at least he's still my best friend
The song draws to a close and they run off stage
But I know it's just for a wardrobe change
They have another song to perform
As I wait with the rest of the ARMYS, I send Namjoon a quick text
"You were great Joonie! Can't wait for the next song!"
I'm not expecting him to answer back because, hello he's changing and he has to get all the equipment back on really fast
So I'm surprised when my phone rings
It's just a smiley face with the cheeks pink ☺️ but still, he answered
I didn't even know he had his phone close by
I figured he'd read the text after the second performance when we're all back in the viewing room and I'd make fun of him
Like normal
Well, whatever
It's not a big deal
After a few minutes, BTS comes back on stage and gets into their positions for the next song
One of my favorites
Run BTS
Namjoon is dressed all in black, his black hair falling in his face and my heart beats faster
God, he's so hot
'Stop', I scold myself, 'Just pay attention to the song'
Shoving all unwanted through about Namjoon away, I focus on the guys as the music starts
Jungkook starts it and all of us in the crowd sing along with a majority of the girls around me just screaming for him
Each one of these girls would kill me if they knew he's my dorky friend
I gotta admit he looks so cool on stage
They all do and it's hilarious how much of a bunch of total dorks they all are in real life
Jungkook comes back to the center to sing the chorus and just for fun I scream, "Jungkook!" along with the girls, jumping and waving at him as if I don't know him
Being in the crowd is fun
"Jungkook!", I yell again
Namjoon's head immediately turns to me as I scream Jungkook's name again, his jaw clenched and he actually looks pissed off
I have no clue what that's about
I yell his name too
The chorus ends and Yoongi is up next with Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook moving to my side of the stage to wait for their cues to go back
"Yoongi!", I scream, waving my hands and jumping while he raps
Namjoon is up next
When I glance at him, he's standing with his arms crossed, a scowl on his face, his eyes on me
Ok what the hell?
Did I do something wrong?
Jungkook nudges him and his demeanor immediately changes as he gets into place for his part
He raps and I yell his name like I did for the other guys but he doesn't look over at me again
I push away the bad feeling I'm having and enjoy the rest of the song, singing along
Namjoon stands on a built part of the stage, doing his part as the song winds down
It ends with him in the middle, giving a sexy smoldering stare, the guys surrounding him
I clap and cheer with the crowd as they guys wave at us then one by one head backstage
"C'mon", the bodyguard says lowly and starts heading for a door near the back of the room
I slip out of the crowd, eager fans taking my space immediately as they wait for the next group to perform
As I follow the guard, I hope everything is ok with Namjoon
I don't know what I did to upset him but I don't want him to be mad
He should be happy after performing, feeling like he did a good job
Which he did and I'll remind him of that
The bodyguard opens the door to the viewing room and I step in
I immediately see Namjoon across the room, pacing back and forth
What is wrong with him?
"Hey Jo!", Jungkook smiles, waving at me
"Hi Kookie", I greet, smiling at him
Namjoon's head snaps up, his eyes on mine, a hard look on his face and I'm not gonna lie, I'm intimidated
He strides over to me and I'm worried about the confrontation that's about to happen
I steel myself as he gets closer
"Enough is enough", he growls
I'm expecting a shit storm so color me surprised when as soon as he gets to me, his hand moves to the back of my neck and he pulls me towards him, his lips crashing into mine
It takes me a second to register what's happening
'He's kissing you', my brain screams, 'Namjoon is kissing you'
Once that sinks in, I don't even question anything and immediately kiss him back
His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against him, his tongue licking my lip
As soon as I open my mouth, his tongue is against mine, playing and we both let out the most embarrassing moans
"Yeah I'm out", Jungkook says
"I'm coming too", Jimin chimes in
I hear the guys footsteps as they pass us but I can't do anything but kiss Namjoon
He's completely taken over me
"Lock the door Hobi", Yoongi tell him
Lock the door?
Why?
I hear the door closed and I assume it's just me and Namjoon left here
As soon as the door closes, Namjoon's hands are on my thighs, lifting me up
I wrap my legs around him, my arms moving around his neck
He walks over to the couch, sitting down on it, his lips never leaving mine
I don't know what's got into him but I'm not questioning it
His hands move to my back, his fingers unzipping my dress
Holy shit
What the fuck is happening?
I, however, don't stop a damn thing he's doing and actually help him by moving my arms through the dress sleeves
He separates from my mouth for the second it takes to get the dress off me, then he's right back to kissing me
And I'm aware I'm just in my
underwear and bra
Well if I'm gonna be undressed, so is he
I push the jacket he's wearing back and down his arms, him moving to help me get it off him
I kiss him, my tongue in his mouth as I shove his black t-shirt up, touching his hard muscles of his abs and broad chest
He's so fucking big, it's such a turn on
I keep tugging his shirt but his arms stay locked around me, kissing me desperately, like he's never going to again
Which I really don't know if he is
"Joonie", I whine, pressing kisses to his lips, "Off"
He moves his arms through the sleeves, then pulls away only long enough for me to get the shirt over his head, then again, mouth right against mine
His hands move to my back, slowly sliding up, his fingers leaving fire racing across every piece of skin he touches
He gets to my bra, undoing it like a pro and tossing it away
Of course his hands immediately cup my boobs, squeezing softly, his thumbs running over my nipples and making me even wetter than I am already
He breaks away from my lips only to attach his mouth to my nipple, sucking harshly
"Namjoon", I moan, pleasure hitting me
My hips move on their own, rubbing against his....holy shit....his hard on
He's hard?
Because of me?
I can't believe it
He switches nipples, his free hand slipping right into my panties, fingers running along my pussy
"Fuck", he groans against my nipple, "So wet"
Of course I am
The man I always wanted is kissing me, groping me, sucking on my nipple and touching my cunt
Of course I'm soaked
And I need more, I realize
I need him
This...while it's great, isn't cutting it
Grabbing his hand, I pull it out of my underwear and he actually whines, making my head spin with shock
Getting it together, I quickly undo his belt, getting his pants open
He crashes his lips back against mine, kissing me as he lifts himself up pulling his pants and boxers down, then moves his legs to get his sneakers and the rest of his bottom clothes off
Then he pulls me down on him, right against his hard dick
Goddamn, he feels so fucking big
His hands move to my panties, a tearing sound filling the room
The next thing I know my panties are gone and I'm sitting on his hard dick
Oh my god, this is really happening
"Sit on my cock", he murmurs against my lips, "Please baby. I've been dying to feel you around me baby"
His words are making my brain stutter
He's been dying to feel me on him?
Since when?
"Please", he begs and fuck me that's so hot
Lifting myself up, I reach between us and hold his cock up
Jesus, it feels massive and fucking thick
His hands grip my hips as I sink down on him, getting his head in
He breaks the kiss, his head falling back against the couch, moaning so loudly
"More baby. More"
I slowly push down, his thick cock spreading me wide open
Seriously, I've never had a dick open my pussy this much
Just feeling him slip inside, rubbing everywhere is insane
"Fuck", I whisper, shivers running up my back, the pleasure intense, just from getting him in
"All of me baby. Please. Take me all"
Oh I definitely will
I push down more until I'm finally sitting against his legs, his cock so deep inside
I clench him hard, making him moan, feeling how he's perfectly against every spot inside me
His eyes open, his head lifting to look at me
"You feel so fucking good", he groans, his hands squeezing my hips hard, "Fuck, so tight. Choking my cock"
I nod, "So big Joonie. Feels really good"
"Good baby. Wanna be good for you"
"You are", I assure him
He smiles, then pulls me to him, kissing me
We kiss for a few minutes, just feeling each other, getting used to each other
I can't help but clench on him so tightly
It's like my pussy has a mind of it's own, throbbing around him
He's hard as a rock and I can feel every part of his cock inside me
"Ride me", he murmurs against my lips
Not a problem
Keeping my arms around his neck, my lips on his, I slide up his cock to his head
Shit, his dick is long and so fucking fat
Dropping down his shaft, I take him all in, his cock spreading my hole so wide, my pussy full of him
"Oh my fucking god", he groans, his hands gripping my hips hard
Slipping up and down his cock, I bounce on him fast and hard, absolutely loving the way his cock feels, how hard he is, how massive he is
And the pleasure is so fucking incredible, it's insane
"Yes baby girl", he moans, his eyes watching me ride him, "Fuck you're so fucking beautiful baby. Riding my cock so fucking well. You feel so good baby"
"Joonie", I whimper as I fuck him, lifting his face to mine and kissing him wildly
His kiss matches my fervor, his hands moving to my ass, squeezing and helping me jump up and down his dick
I'm so fucking wet, it's insane, his fat head hitting my spot again and again
I never felt this much pleasure before
Of course it's him
I knew it was him
"God you're so wet", he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my neck, "It's all for me?"
"Yeah Joonie", I confirm, getting closer with each move, my cunt squeezing the life from his cock
"Fuck, you're getting so tight. Feels so good opening you up", he groans, "Gonna cum for me?"
I nod, sliding my hands into his sweaty black hair, holding on
"Scream my name baby"
I bounce a few more times, his cock sending me right into my orgasm
Pure bliss explodes in body, my body shaking hard, screaming his name
"Namjoon! Namjoon!"
"Yes, fuck", he growls, moving me up and down his cock, fucking me through my orgasm, "Yell for me baby"
I do, his name just falling from my lips so naturally
"That's right baby. Scream my name. No one else's. Not Jungkook or Yoongi or anyone. You scream only my name", he growls, "Got it?"
"Yes", I nod, it registering through the pleasure that he was jealous when I yelled his members names
That's why he was so upset on stage
He was jealous
That is shocking in itself and hard to wrap my head around
As the pleasure fades, I sit fully down on his cock, grinding on him, breathing hard
God that was fucking amazing
The next thing I know, Namjoon turns, laying me on my back, pulling out and making me whine from the loss of him
He, however, spreads my legs wide open, his tongue licking me like crazy
"Oh god", I moan, intense bliss running all over
"Fuck, tastes so good", he groans, his tongue sliding on my slit, inbetween my pussy lips, "Such sweet cream baby. I knew you'd taste this good. I knew it"
Well I had no idea
But he seems to be enjoying it
I lift my head to watch him and fuck he looks so good in-between my legs
Really enjoying it
And so am I
The top of his tongue flicks my clit and I moan from the spike in pleasure
"More Joonie"
"Here baby?", he asks, running his tongue along my clit, starting with the flat of his tongue along to the tip
"Yes Joonie! There!", I cry, burying my hand in his hair
His arms wrap around my legs, keeping them open, lavishing my clit in licks
"Such a cute clit baby. So small. Throbbing so hard for me", he comments as he pleasures me, "Such a pretty pussy"
I moan from his words, again not believing it's fucking Namjoon saying this to me
His tongue slips down, pushing into my hole
I gasp, immediately clenching around his tongue as he slides in as much as he can
"Mmmm", he groans, pulling his tongue out, then shoving it back in, tongue fucking me fast
My hips move on their own from the pleasure, from the desire to cum, fucking his face
God, I want to cum on his face
I dreamed of seeing him in between my legs for so long, eating my pussy as wildly as he is right now, for so long
I'm finally getting it and I'm not tearing my eyes from him
His tongue pulls out, sliding up, his mouth latching around my clit
He sucks once, gently, stars blasting in my vision from how amazing it feels
He sucks again
And again
And again
And with each suck, he goes faster, harder, playing and tugging, his tongue against my bump at the same time
My hips keep moving, my orgasm mounting, his name falling from my lips over and over
My back arches at his next suck, falling into an intense orgasm, my legs shaking around his head
"Namjoon! Oh, Namjoon! Baby!", I cry, pleasure washing over me, his mouth sucking me through it as I grind my pussy on his face
He moans too, as if he's the one orgasming, his tongue licking rapidly around my hole, swallowing my cum, his hands squeezing my thighs so hard
"Fucking good baby", he groans in between licks, cleaning my pussy
He pulls away when I finish, looking up at me, his face soaked in my cream
"I love eating your pussy baby", he says seriously
Oh my fucking god
"I...I.. loved it too", I admit
He smiles as he sits up, wiping his mouth, then pulling me closer to him by my legs
"Need to fuck you", he says, positioning his cock right at my hole
"Yes Joonie", I nod, wanting him so much
I don't know if this will happen again and I'm letting him do whatever he wants
His eyes move to my pussy as his cock enters me
"God you're pussy is so pretty", he murmurs, pushing inside, splitting me open so pleasurably, "Taking my cock so well. Fuck, that little hole is so pretty spreading for me"
He slides all in, his body shaking as his cock nestles inside me, head against my spot
"Fuck baby, your pussy looks so pretty wrapped around my cock", he says, mesmerized
He pulls back, then thrusts in hard, making me moan, his eyes watching where we meet as he fucks into me
His thrusts are hard and fast, stroke after stroke throwing me into bliss, impaling me on his fat cock
"God you're so creamy", he mutters, pounding into me, the drag of his cock so fucking incredible, "Making such a thick pretty ring around my cock. Want more of this cream all over"
I whimper, loving how good he is at dirty talk
I watch him fuck me and god, he's beautiful
He's so big- big arms, big chest, broad shoulders
I can see his muscles in his chest, his abs hard and tight as he ploughs into me
He's so sweaty, a sheen on his body, drops dripping down his chest, some dripping from his hair, falling on my stomach
Pleasure is all over his face and his body
He's so fucking hot
His eyes move from us, running along my body, biting his lip
"You're so beautiful", he murmurs, "Such a sexy little body, pretty pussy, gorgeous face. You're fucking perfect"
My mouth drops in disbelief that these words are coming out of his mouth
His eyes move to mine, gazing hard, "You're mine"
I blink in surprise
"Do you hear me?", he demands, leaning over me, one of his hands landing on the couch next to my head, his hips rolling into me faster, "You're fucking mine"
I nod, "Yeah Joonie"
"Only I get to touch you. Only I get to fuck you. No one else", he continues, the sound of his skin hitting mine so pretty, "Only I get to kiss you"
I nod, "Kiss me now Joonie"
He immediately leans down, his lips crashing into mine, tongue already playing with mine
I fall into his kiss, moving my legs around his waist, clenching around him
I need to feel him against me and I move my arms around him, pulling him flush on top of me, my hands roaming his broad back as I kiss him
His hand moves behind my back, lifting me up, keeping his sweaty body against mine, his pelvis rubbing against my clit with each stroke
His mouth moves against mine, his back muscles moving under my palms, the feeling turning me on so much
His other hand moves around my boob, groping me, his thumb playing with my nipple
"Mmmm", I whimper, my pussy throbbing around him so hard, so fast
I'm so close
His cock is fucking good, so skillful, keeping me in ecstacy
It's blowing my world
"Cum for me baby", he whispers in between kisses, "Cream my cock"
The next hit to my spot has ecstasy tidal waving over me as I cum all over his hard fat dick
"Joonie!", I cry, breaking the kiss, my fingers digging into his back as pure unwavering bliss pounds into my body
"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum", he moans
I lock my legs around him tightly, wanting him to fill me with cum
I'm in too much pleasure that I can't talk, my mind utterly blank, so I keep my legs around me
"Baby...Jo...I'm...I'm..oh fuck", he groans, sheathing his dick in my pussy, his cock throbbing hard, warm sticky cum shooting inside me
"Joanne. Baby, fuck", he cries, his big body shaking against me
"Namjoon!", I whimper, his cock feeling so good when he cums
I've never felt that before, never felt a cock so acutely while the guy was coming
It's probably because he's so fucking big
When he finishes, he lays down on top of me, his face in my neck
I slide one hand up into his hair, stroking softly
I also run my fingers up and down his back as well, loving the way his skin shivers, making me smile
I just want to hold him for a little bit before we get up and everything goes back to the way it was
Back to best friends
"I love you", he breathes
I freeze, wondering if I'm actually hearing him correctly
"What?", I whisper
"I love you", he repeats softly, "I love you so much"
"You do?", I ask, still in shock
He nods, "I...I was always in love with you. Always"
Always?
What does he mean always?
He had a girlfriend throughout high school, he got with her within a week of finding out about my feelings
He's dated other idols
What does he mean?
"But in school-"
"I loved you then too", he admits, blowing my world up
"But you had a girlfriend. A week after you found out my feelings for you"
"I...I didn't believe it", he says quietly, "Hae told me about your feelings but I didn't know if she was telling the truth. And I was too scared to say anything. I was scared to lose you if I told you how I felt and you didn't feel the same. And with Hannah, I had already had a date with her two days after I found out about your feelings and I just went with it"
I take this in and while it sucks I can't blame him
I was deathly afraid of losing him too, that's why I never said anything
And almost kicked the shit out of Hae when I found out what she said
"You're my best friend Jo, I needed you and I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship"
"And now?", I ask
He still has no idea that I love him, doesn't know if he's jeopardizing our friendship now
"I just...I can't take it anymore. I can't be around you without desperately wanting to kiss you", he whispers, "And I got so fucking jealous hearing you yell for Jungkook and Yoongi. I know I shouldn't have, I know you were just cheering for your friends but I was so jealous and angry. I didn't even plan on any of this. When you walked in, I made a snap choice and I kissed you. Everything that happened was amazing and I want more. I want to be with you, I want to be able to kiss you when I want, hold you when I want, stay the night with you, just be around you. And that made me tell you. I love you"
I smile, hearing those three words, I've always wanted to hear from him
"Joonie", I call, lifting his face to mine
His eyes avoid mine and I need him to look at me
"Baby", I whisper, his eyes finally gazing in mine, hope and fear in his, "I love you Namjoon"
Shock fills his eyes as he takes in my words
"I always loved you too baby", I tell him, "From high school. You're everything Joonie, everything I could ever want and more"
"Really?", he asks in disbelief
"Really baby. Everything you want I want. I want to spend all my time with you. I want to kiss you all the time, be in your strong arms, love you", I assure him, "You're mine Joonie and I'm never letting you go"
"Don't let me go baby", he whispers, "Don't baby. Ever. And I won't let you go"
"Deal Joonie", I smile, "I love you"
A huge beautiful bright smile breaks on his face, his dimples showing
"I love your smile Joonie", I say softly, gently touching his dimples, "It's beautiful"
"I love yours Jo", he answers, "I love you"
My smile widens, pressing my lips against his
He kisses me back and I'm so fucking happy
As we kiss, there's a pounding on the door
"Oi, are you done? We're walking around the hall like idiots!", Jungkook bellows
We pull away with Namjoon rolling his eyes, "Two minutes!"
"Awww", I whine
He smiles, running his fingers in my hair, "It's ok baby. We have all night to be together"
I perk up hearing that, "Yeah?"
He nods, "Yeah. We can go to my apartment or yours. We can eat, watch some TV. Then I'm gonna fuck you all night"
"All night?", I smirk
"Yeah", he nods, "In between we can cuddle and take naps"
I giggle, "Sounds good baby"
"Good", he agrees, giving me a quick peck, "Let's get up before these pain in my asses keep knocking"
I nod, both of us sitting up and collecting our clothes from around the room, putting them on
"Uh Joonie?", I call, holding my ripped panties up, "What am I supposed to do now?"
He grins, "Hmmm, well your dress is long enough to cover you so I'd say give them to me"
I raise my eyebrow but hand them to him and he proceeds to put them in his pocket
I roll my eyes, "You're such a guy"
"You're guy", he adds, coming closer, kissing my forehead
"Yeah, mine", I smile
"Hurry up!", Tae yells, knocking
Namjoon sighs, walking to the door, opening it
"It's about time!", Jungkook whines as he walks in, "Where should I not sit?"
Namjoon rolls his eyes, "That couch"
"Noted", he says, going to the other couch
The rest of the guys file in, sitting in the various chairs and couches in the room, avoid the one we fucked on
"Come baby", Namjoon says, taking my hand and leading us to "our" couch
He sits, then pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me
"Guess they're together", Hobi says loudly
"Yeah. Shut up", Namjoon answers, making me laugh
I lean back, moving my arm around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss
His soft lips kiss me back and I'm so happy he's finally mine
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Final Destination (Namjoon x OC)
Summary: Namjoon flies down to Amsterdam after the break-in.
Pairing: Namjoon x OC
Genre: Angst
Word count: 7.6 K
Rating: 18+
Warnings: language, breaking and entering, vague descriptions of sex
A/N: Picks up right where Paradise Interrupted ends.
Tagging: @bbl32, @quarter-life-crisis2,  @margopinkerton, @faearchives,  @whoisbts, @purpleseoul7, @sumzysworld, @kflixnet (if you want to be added to the taglist, lmk)
Listen to: "moonchild" by RM
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For a moment, no one speaks. One of the girls places the framed picture on the mantle with a soft thud and takes a couple of steps forward, her mouth open.
Kaya stays frozen, the shock making her blood feel like ice in her veins. The front door behind them is indeed unlocked, but they could have just as easily entered from the balcony as well. 
“Who - who the hell are you?” she asks, wincing inwardly when she hears the fear in her own voice.
The same girl, her short hair a brilliant crimson, scoffs in satisfaction. “She’s American,” she states, clapping the other girl on the shoulder. “I told you she didn’t look European.”
“I thought she’d be taller.” The guy tilts his head doubtfully. “Wasn’t the girl in the video also a little…” He makes an exaggerated gesture with both his hands, making his palms face each other and moving them closer, mouthing thinner.
“Damn it, Lance,” swears the girl with the crimson hair, rolling her eyes. “You said you were sure.”
“Ron said she was!”
“Shut up,” the second girl, presumably Ron, hisses at both of them. She’s still watching Kaya, almost hungrily.
Kaya swallows, a gnawing irritation breaking through the paralysing fear. They’re talking about her as though she isn’t even here, right in front of her. She adjusts the pen in her hand when the girl in front, Ron, steps forward slowly. She stares at Kaya with mild wonder and then raises a hand to touch a lock of hair on her shoulder. Kaya flinches and stumbles back.
“Who in God’s name are you?” she repeats through gritted teeth. In front of her, Ron raises her eyebrows in surprise at this reaction and takes a step back.
“You don’t have to look so freaked out,” she says dryly, frowning a little and folding her arms across her chest. “We’re not criminals, we just… we just wanted to see…” Here, she trails off.
“Are you really Namjoon’s girlfriend?” The other girl, slightly taller, asks. Her voice trembles as she does, as though it’s taking every ounce of courage to ask this question.
The answer is instantaneous. “I - no. Of course not.”
The guy, Lance, scoffs while Ron raises her eyebrows again, sceptically this time. The redhead glares. “Really? Then what’s this?” she demands, brandishing the silver framed picture.
Kaya’s heart skips a beat. It’s an expensive frame; Namjoon had bought it for her from a gallery on its opening night the last time they’d been in New York together. “That’s - that’s an old picture. We hooked up once, three years ago. I - I didn’t even know who he was.” The half-lie tumbles out of her mouth instantly.
The girl hesitates, and Kaya can tell she was hoping for this. She stares at the picture and Kaya is overcome with the urge to snatch it back from her. “Then why is it on display in your living room?” 
Shit. Kaya’s stomach twists. “Well…” She racks her brain for a suitable fib. “If you had a picture with him… wouldn’t you have it on display in your living room?” she counters, the response sounding ridiculous even to her.
To her immense surprise, this seems to make sense to the girl. She looks doubtfully at Ron, who seems to be the ringleader of this trio. Then she looks up at Kaya, clearly trying to remain calm.
“So, he’s… he’s still single?” she asks hopefully.
“Sure. Probably.”
She sighs hugely in relief, as though this information personally affects her. “I knew it,” she mutters, seemingly to herself, as she looks back down at the picture and her mouth twists into a scowl. “I wonder which stupid fandom started this rumour…”
“So you’re really not dating him?” Ron’s frown deepens. “Then how do you explain the video?”
Kaya shrugs. “What video?”
“The video,” she replies, rolling her eyes, “of him and you, on a balcony or something. You’re really telling us that wasn’t you? So the whole fandom got it wrong?”
The whole fandom. Kaya isn’t sure whether to laugh at that, at the assumption that everyone is secretly a die-hard BTS fan. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen or spoken to Namjoon in three years. How - how did you even find me?” she asks, for the first time realising that someone she knows had to have revealed her identity.
At this, all three of the intruders exchange looks, clearly not wanting to reveal their source. “It’s on Twitter,” says the guy finally, taking a sip of his beer and apparently finding it empty. “Damn it.”
“I can throw that for you,” volunteers Kaya suddenly. “It’s just… the building is big on recycling, so…”
“Oh, of course.” He nods, a little surprised. “Thank you.”
He hands her the bottle and she takes it, using every bit of strength to not roll her eyes in disbelief at the fact that he willingly handed over his fingerprints. Behind him, the redhead is still staring at the picture and lightly stroking it.
“He looks so good in this,” she murmurs, biting her lip. She looks up at Kaya, and for a moment Kaya is afraid she’s going to ask to keep the picture. But a minute later she changes tacks. “Where was this?”
“In Seoul. Near, um, Hannam-dong.”
“Okay, hang on.” The guy, Lance, interrupts, looking rather annoyed. “So you’re not the girl.” Without waiting for a confirmation, he turns to the girls. “If she’s not it, can we leave? We have a paper due tomorrow.”
“You didn’t seem to care about that when you wanted to make it to happy hour.”
“Only because you wanted to come here!”
“Ron said -”
They continue bickering, as though having forgotten where they are. Kaya’s eyes flicker to her bag where she knows her phone is, but she can’t lunge towards it without this Ron person getting in her way. She remains the only one of the intruders to still remain quiet, simply looking around the living room suspiciously with her arms folded across her chest.
“Look, I - I’ve answered all your questions,” ventures Kaya, making all of them abruptly stop their conversations and look at her. “I don’t know who you are -” Lance, Ron, and the other one “- and I think it’s clear that I’m not who you think I am.”
“You’re not Kayla?” Ron finally asks. For the first time, even she starts to seem doubtful.
“No,” she answers honestly. “I’m not. Now I’m going to have to ask you to leave before -”
“Wait, hang on.” Ron holds up a hand and looks a little disgruntled. “We need to be sure of everything before we leave,” she states, sounding unhinged. “Someone is spreading rumours in the fandom and if the person in the photos is really not you, then we need to find out who -”
“Jesus Christ, Ron, they’re obviously fake!” The redhead says loudly, placing the photo frame carelessly back on the shelf. “He’s too busy to date - he’s said that a thousand times and - look!” She strides across the room and reaches the dining table to pick up a cardboard box of a ready-to-eat dish. “Shrimp tacos! We know he hates seafood!”
This time, Kaya can’t resist frowning a little incredulously, but thankfully no one else notices. 
“Now can we just leave? Why do you want him to be dating so badly?” The redhead sounds on the verge of tears. Meanwhile, Lance seems to have had enough and is already opening the front door.
“You need to calm down,” says Ron, pointing a finger at her friend. “Lance, shut the door.”
“Bite me, Ron.”
“I said -”
This building, being a student residence, is already small enough that sounds travel. When the door opens and none of the intruders seem to have the sense to lower their voices, Kaya feels her heart race with hope that someone, someone, will realise that something is wrong. While Ron turns around to talk to her friends, Kaya inches towards her bag next to the kitchen.
“I’m leaving!” Lance is halfway out the door when they all hear footsteps outside. All three of the strangers freeze.
“Is someone there?” It’s her neighbour, Mark. Kaya almost stops breathing but realises she has to respond because the next thing he’s likely to say is her name, something she’s sure these people don’t know.
She swallows, her eyes darting towards all three of them. Lance shakes his head with wide eyes, warning her not to make any sound.
“Mark, it’s me! Call the cops!”
“What did you do?” hisses Ron, but the damage is done. There is more than one set of footsteps outside and all three of the intruders immediately run. 
“Let’s go! Now! Damn it, Sylvia - leave the picture!” There’s a crash and the sound of glass shattering as Kaya retrieves her phone with shaking fingers and immediately dials 112 for the police as she follows them.
Outside, she sees Mark and his girlfriend, both looking terribly confused at the sight of three strangers running out into the hallway.
“They broke into my apartment!” she exclaims and Mark’s eyes widen for a moment before he runs down the stairs after them.
“Oh, my God, they did what?” His girlfriend, Maya, jogs past her to peer into her apartment before coming back to her. “Are you okay?” she asks, holding her shoulders and frowning in concern.
But words fail Kaya. She shakes her head wordlessly and when the call to the police doesn’t go through, she hangs up and leans against the wall, feeling like she hasn’t breathed in ages. When Maya kneels in front of her and doesn’t push for any more information, only gently convinces her that she shouldn’t stay in her apartment tonight since it’s compromised, Kaya simply nods.
Maya helps her get some of her stuff for the night, stopping only to inform her that the building security seems to have gotten hold of the intruders. Kaya feels like she’s on autopilot, even once the cops show up and she identifies all three of them with ease. They’re taken to the station for questioning while Mark gets his guest bedroom ready and Kaya packs for an overnight stay.
Just before she’s about to leave her apartment, she notices something on the floor by her TV shelf: the picture frame, its glass shattered and a scratch on the corner of the delicate silver frame. The picture inside it stays intact, their smiles from years ago frozen in print. It hurts to see it broken, but Kaya doesn’t know what to do about it right now so she simply takes it with her to Mark’s.
“Let me know if you need anything at all,” says Maya, after showing her to her room.
“You’ve done more than enough, really.” Kaya sets her bag down and looks around. “It’s perfect.” She forces a smile which fades when the door closes and leaves her in silence once more.
Kaya sits on the edge of the bed, the entire evening seeming absurd in hindsight. She waits for it to sink in, closing her eyes and recalling the details, the fear, the entitlement of strangers questioning her relationship. 
And then, the panic attack hits.
When Kaya wakes the next morning, for a moment she can’t remember where she is. She sits up with a jerk, her mind still swimming with disturbing images of broken glass and hands wrapped around her neck, choking her. 
It takes a few seconds but she spots her bag and the silver picture frame next to her on the bed and sighs, burying her head in her hands and trying to get rid of the throbbing.
It had taken hours for her to fall asleep last night. She’d stayed up with the lights on, her eyes wide open as she stared at the ceiling and replayed every moment since she’d set foot in her apartment. As silly and idiotic as those intruders had been, obsessed with a celebrity who didn’t even know them, they still had managed to break in. 
Or walk in, as the case may be. Part of her still can’t believe Namjoon had been right, so right about everything. In the midst of all the danger and anxiety, she can’t help but feel irritated at being wrong, enough that she’d hesitated about calling Namjoon at all. 
Once she picked up her phone, though, the thought seemed crazy. Suddenly desperate to talk to him, to hear his voice and to know that he was there, she’d called him with shaking hands. He’d cut the call at first, meaning he was busy. The picture of him in the suit with styled hair seemed like days ago; she’d texted him, however, asking him to please, please call her back and hoping he’d know it was important.
He’d called back in under a minute. Kaya had willed herself to sound as normal as possible so as to not worry him but the moment she’d heard his voice, all resolve had broken down. She’d narrated everything to him like word vomit, noting with unease how he heard her out in stone cold silence. He’d only spoken after she was done, and the anger beneath the surface made her hair stand on end.
Are you hurt? Did anyone touch you?
Kaya thought of the way the leader had looked at her - Ron, who had fingered a lock of her hair with impunity, and shuddered. 
No. I’m fine. 
She wished more than anything that they weren’t having this conversation over the phone, that for this night at least, they weren’t in a relationship where they spent more nights apart than together. 
There were some voices in the background then, at which point Namjoon abruptly told her he’d call her back and to stay put at Mark’s.
I love you. The words were heavy with emotion but a moment later he’d hung up, and Kaya had clutched her phone in her hand, trying to remind herself that she wasn’t alone in this.
She’d drifted in and out of sleep all night, alternating between distracting herself with work and scouring the Internet to see if those people were telling the truth, if her identity and address were really public. She couldn’t find anything, though; she tried scrolling through Twitter but after finding nothing apart from snippets of baseless rumours, she didn’t even understand what she was looking for.
It’s well after sunrise now. As much as she’d like to stay inside this room for the foreseeable future, she knows she needs to head back.
“Are you sure?” Mark raises his eyebrows. “You can stay here if you don’t feel ready.”
“No, I - I can’t impose any longer,” she says, shaking her head at Maya’s admonishing hand gesture. “But thank you, though.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.” Mark still sounds doubtful but doesn’t press. Maya convinces her to have a piece of toast that tastes like cardboard, and Kaya obliges out of sheer gratitude. “I’ll send you the locksmith’s number,” he promises as she leaves.
“Call if you need anything at all!” Maya reminds her as she leaves. She hasn’t met Maya except for in passing over the last year, but there’s something about the instant way in which she’d understood Kaya’s fear that makes Kaya trust her implicitly. 
Kaya enters her apartment hesitantly. It looks the way it always does, but it feels like a crime scene. She imagines going to campus today and returning in the evening, looking forward to her inviting sofa and a warm bath, but instead feeling this uncomfortable in her own home.
It takes her a minute, but she quickly snaps into action. She cannot allow her apartment to be this tainted; she drops her bag and the photo frame in her room, texts her thesis advisor that she’s taking a sick day, and gets to work.
By approximately eleven am, the locks have been changed, every inch of the apartment has been cleaned and sanitised, a camera for her hallway has been purchased on Amazon, along with an alarm system for her balcony. 
It feels a little better, she has to admit. The empty spot on her TV shelf catches her eye, though, and her heart twitches painfully at the reminder of the broken frame. She’s sitting on Namjoon’s lap in the picture, her arm around his shoulders and his around her waist, the other one resting on her knee. They’re in sweaters during the onset of fall, having reached a milestone in their relationship after Namjoon had officially met her mother.
She has to get the picture fixed. It’s a loose end, a reminder of this hideous night, but before she can start Googling the closest place to get it repaired, she hears a loud sound.
Kaya jumps and freezes, her heart thumping painfully in her chest. It’s the new lock; someone is out there, jiggling a key or a pin or something to try and break in again. Her eyes dart around and she dives for the hockey stick the previous tenant had left here, one she’d just strategically placed by her room for future situations, and she holds it up in preparation.
No, please, no, not again. Would this be the rest of her life? Being on edge constantly and waiting for someone else to break into her apartment? 
The lock jiggles for a moment longer, followed by a knock. “Kaya?” A voice travels through the wood, making her heart skip a disbelieving beat. “It’s me!”
Dropping the hockey stick to her side, Kaya races through the living room and unlocks the door, hardly daring to believe it. He’s here, in the flesh, dressed in a black T-shirt and tan cargos, looking both confused and relieved when she opens the door for him.
“My key isn’t working and I thought something was wrong…” Namjoon steps inside and closes the door behind him, frowning at the hockey stick. 
She remembers then that she’s still holding it and drops it on the floor, all her remaining grit and forced calm disappearing at the sight of him. She tries to speak, but she’s suddenly afraid that if she opens her mouth, she might start to cry.
Namjoon seems to realise this, for his frown deepens and he drops his duffel bag on the floor before taking a step closer to her.
“Come here,” he says softly, holding out his arms and wrapping them around her when she reaches up to hug him.
“I got the locks changed,” she mumbles into his shoulder, feeling him nod against her head. He’s here, he’s really here…
His arms tighten around her like he’s only just convinced she’s real. “Good girl.” 
“I can’t believe you’re here,” she murmurs, watery and clinging to him as tightly as she can. He smells of soap and aeroplane and she can tell he picked out the first article of clothing he could get his hands on. Clutching the T-shirt fabric in her fist, she breathes it in.
“Of course I’m here.” He’s quiet but his voice shakes, his face buried in her hair. “When you called, I couldn’t believe - I mean, I didn’t…” He trails off and shakes his head, exhaling before pulling away.
“Wait, don’t you have a concert tomorrow night?” she asks, suddenly remembering that the rest of the world hasn’t come to a standstill just because she has.
“Yeah, I - I need to fly out tomorrow.” Namjoon runs a hand through his dishevelled hair, looking unbelievably tired. “I’m sorry I can’t stay longer but I had to come, I just couldn’t -“
Kaya silences him with a kiss, so desperate to make him stay, knowing that no words on earth will be enough to communicate to him the world of difference that his presence makes. “I still can’t believe you’re here,” she repeats, sniffing and pressing her forehead to his.
Namjoon nods, his hands big and warm on her arms. “Are you okay? Are you - are you hurt?” He steps back and looks at her up and down, as though expecting to see something wrong.
“I’m fine,” she assures him, feeling more vulnerable yet safe since last night. “I got lucky, I think - I had the three biggest idiots in the city break in. They used real names, didn’t cover their faces, carried Leiden University backpacks and left their fingerprints on stuff and -“ She scoffs and gives him a look. “They Ubered over here.”
Namjoon says nothing, but it’s clear he doesn’t consider any part of this incident lucky. He licks his lips and it looks like he wants to say something, but then he shakes his head and takes another step closer to her. “I love you,” he says, pulling her into his arms again - and Kaya knows that this hug is for him, for his fear and worry. “I love you, I love you…”
He murmurs the words over and over again until his voice breaks but they don’t let go of each other for a few more minutes, not until her back starts cramping with his weight.
“Tell me everything,” he says seriously, taking a seat on the sofa, legs spread out and feet firmly on the ground. When she hesitates momentarily, he takes her hand and gently pulls her to him, directing her to sit beside him. It’s easier than last night; this time the initial shock has worn off and moreover, he’s here and she can touch him and see his reaction and squeeze his hand whenever he starts to get too antsy.
“So… wait.” Namjoon shakes his head and frowns. “They didn’t threaten you. Or actually want to hurt you?”
“No,” she confirms, resting her elbow on the top of the sofa. “They were… talking. They weren’t even sure if we were together - I don’t think anybody is,” she adds, feeling a strange sense of relief at saying the words out loud. It was true; every single thing she saw on Twitter last night had conflicting information, all the way down to her location and her name. “The moment I told them it wasn’t true - that we weren’t together and I had no idea where you were or what you were doing, they lost all interest.”
He bites his lip. “You really said we weren’t together?” Through the confusion and the worry, she can detect a hint of curiosity.
“Yeah.” She links her fingers with his on his lap. “It felt weird but it was the only thing I could think of to get rid of them. Your fans really want you to be single,” she can’t resist adding wryly, remembering how the redhead - Sylvia, she recalls suddenly - had gazed at their picture in the frame.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, rubbing his eyes. “They’re the bad seeds. I hate them,” he adds with feeling. He looks away, as though he can’t meet her eyes, and the guilt is clear in his body language.
Kaya is quiet for a moment, observing his troubled expression, and gently runs her fingers through his blond bangs. She loves the curtain bangs on him. “How did you manage to ask for an off schedule trip so fast?”
“I didn’t ask.” He shrugs. “I would’ve loved to see them try and stop me leaving for this. We’re still people, you know?” he says, squeezing her hand. “We have emergencies.”
She cracks a hollow smile. “It could have been worse. Oh, and -” She exhales. “They broke the frame.”
He frowns. “What frame?”
“The silver Vera Wang one that we got in New York.” She lowers her eyes apologetically. “It was on the shelf by the TV and they - one of them picked it up and when they ran out, it fell -” Unexpectedly, her eyes sting at the image of the broken artefact. “I’m sorry.”
Namjoon sighs and pulls her closer to him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tucking her head under his chin. “You really had me worried there for a moment,” he mutters, kissing the top of her head. 
“It was a beautiful frame,” she sniffles.
But he shakes his head. “I love you,” he murmurs simply.
He repeats the words throughout the day. Their conversations become sparse, with both of them tired and sleep-deprived, yet staying as physically close as they can. Kaya can’t blame him; on some level, she knows how he feels. Being far away and out of control is nerve-wracking, even in theory, but after something like this, she doesn’t want to downplay his concern. 
She joins him in the shower when he visibly hesitates leaving her in the living room. There’s no sex; they simply stay together, quiet and tactile under the running water where he murmurs I love you into her wet hair, saying nothing else. It’s the same while they order lunch and when she shows him the broken frame. He touches the scratched edge and tilts his head at her, as if to let her know this is the least of his worries, before kissing her forehead. I love you.
For the first time in their relationship, she’s on the verge of asking him to stay a little longer, concert be damned. She knows she won’t, but she lets herself imagine that she does, that he might stay back with her so that her studio apartment won’t feel so empty and inviting to strangers looking to break in. By the evening, Kaya has managed to hold her tongue and just make the best of whatever time she has with him, full of gratitude that he took a seven hour flight from New York at a moment’s notice just for her.
She wishes she could tell him that, but he seems far away in his thoughts. He’s quiet for longer periods of time while his hold on her only becomes more pronounced. Kaya isn’t sure how much of it is guilt and how much of it is anxiety, but she lets him process it at his own pace, content for now to simply let him hold her and to be held.
It’s late in the evening when Kaya gets woken by a shrill sound. Her eyes snap open and she jerks up from where her head was on Namjoon’s chest, sighing when he quickly silences his phone.
“Sorry, sorry - go back to sleep…”
“No…” She checks her own phone and groans. “Damn it, I’ve been asleep for an hour?”
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, tugging her back to her original position. “You must be tired. I dozed off, too.”
“Yeah, but you’re leaving soon. I don’t want to -” She breaks off and brushes her hair off her face, already recognising the signs of missing him for another handful of weeks.
Namjoon simply purses his lips, but doesn’t say anything more. He looks sad, too; she can’t tell if he wants to talk about it, but she supposes this is just one of those things that mean more when they aren’t uttered out loud.
She squeezes his shoulder before getting off his lap. “I’ll go see what I have for dinner,” she says, gesturing to the kitchen. “Or we may have to order in again.”
“Kaya.” 
She turns to see him swing his legs off the couch and sit up straight, his elbows resting on his knees. “Yeah?”
“We need to talk.” He bites his lip. “About last night. About… what really happened. The root cause of it.”
Kaya folds her arms across her chest, knowing this would come up eventually. In fact, she can’t help but appreciate that he hasn’t brought it up even once yet.
“Yeah, I know,” she sighs and swallows. “The front door. You were right, Namjoon. About everything. In fact -” She shrugs hugely, as though bracing herself for it. “I officially give you permission to say ‘I told you so’.”
To her surprise, Namjoon shakes his head. “Come on, I don’t want to say that. That’s not the root cause I’m talking about.” He pauses. “They broke into your house.”
Kaya frowns. “You - you want me to move?” All of a sudden, her apartment feels like the safest place in the world. “I don’t - I don’t think that’s necessary. It’s not like my address is public - plus, this is campus housing. It’s subsidised. I don’t even know if I can afford anything that’s -”
“Kaya, honey -” Namjoon interrupts her, his eyes pleading. “That’s… that’s not the root cause either. You know it’s not.”
She’s stumped now. There’s a nagging voice at the back of her mind that tells her the answer is obvious, that it’s right there, but there’s nothing logical that presents itself to her, not even when he sighs and hangs his head. She’s never seen him this upset; it triggers an automatic surge of concern in her that makes her want to reach for him.
Something stops her, though. Namjoon isn’t speaking anymore, as if he physically can’t voice the words. His eyes are beseeching her to understand and it’s not until she notices how his eyes are filling up that it hits her chest like a cricket ball.
“No,” she mutters, realising only a moment later that she’s spoken out loud. “No. You can’t possibly - no.” Kaya shakes her head and takes a step back, refusing to even entertain this train of thought. “Just… no. I’m going to see what’s for dinner and then we can talk about whatever insane idea you think you’re -”
“Kaya -”
“No!” she interrupts, her lower lip already trembling because he can’t, he can’t be serious. “What is wrong with you? How can you even think of suggesting this? How could you -” But she breaks off because he isn’t arguing back. Why isn’t he arguing back? He doesn’t say a word, simply looking up at her with so much pain, so much sadness and guilt at her reaction that it tears at her insides because he’s serious.
“I love you,” he says quietly, and it sounds like the end.
Summer in Amsterdam is sunny, always. Tulips are in full bloom, tourists are taking pictures everywhere, and it’s colourful shorts and bicycles and gelato. The sun is up until late, late in the evening and the weather is dry and warm with just the slightest chill in the night.
Today, in an usual turn of events, it’s raining. It’s April in Amsterdam and it’s raining, hard enough that the clouds have taken over the erstwhile blue sky and the city is a colourless, soulless grey.
Kaya stares at Namjoon, using everything she has in her to keep her composure. “What,” she begins, her voice low and shaking, “the hell are you talking about?”
Namjoon sighs, looking resigned. “I can’t do this,” he whispers. “I can’t be the reason something like this happens to you. What if you’d gotten hurt? I would never be able to forgive myself.”
“So this is about you.”
He doesn’t take the bait. “This is about you. And you’re not safe - and that’s because of me.”
“It is not because of you. It’s because of whoever betrayed my confidence and revealed my identity - how can you take that upon yourself?” she demands.
“Because none of this would’ve happened if you were dating a normal person!” he blurts loudly, and Kaya doesn’t even want to ask how long he’s been thinking this. “Hiding and lying and - and - and now this! Kaya, they broke into your house!” he repeats. “Anything could have happened. I cannot be the reason you get hurt, baby - I just can’t.”
“You are not!” she cries, so scared now because he isn’t backing down. “None of this was your fault - and how in the world is this the answer?”
“You said it yourself,” he points out, clearly ready for this question. “They backed off the moment you told them I was single. They just need confirmation - I can put out a statement and this whole thing can just - just go away!” 
“So lie!” she exclaims incredulously. “Just lie! We don’t have to actually break up for that to happen.”
Namjoon gives her a look. “They found out where you live. You think they won’t find out if we’re lying?”
Kaya blinks back tears. “They may not. Shouldn’t we at least try? Instead of relying on a statement that gets put out in a week or - or whenever your PR team decides is the best time for your tour?”
But he shakes his head. “That won’t be a problem. I spoke to them at the airport and they said if I give a go-ahead, they can have it released in twelve hours or maybe even lesser if I tell them in advance -”
“Wait, wait, wait. Hang on.” She holds up a hand, feeling a pit of anger starting to pool in her stomach. “You’ve already spoken to your team?”
Namjoon pauses. “I -” He looks taken off guard. “I mean… I had to ask before I -”
“Oh, my God,” she whispers, taking a step back, away from him. “You came here to break up with me?”
“No! No - God, Kaya, I came here because -”
“I thought you came here for me,” she interrupts, a horrible, terrible realisation washing over her. “I thought you came here because you were worried - but you just came here to break up with me?”
“Of course I came here for you,” he states firmly, walking over to her now. “You have no idea what kind of things went through my mind when you called me last night. Kaya, I will drop everything for you in a second - you know that. But that includes us, too,” he says after a moment, softer this time. “If it’s to keep you safe.”
“You are so full of it,” she mutters, avoiding his hand reaching for her and stepping back again. “That’s such bullshit. Tell me - how many people knew about our break-up before I did? If you’ve been planning this since before you even got here?”
“It’s not like that. This wasn’t an easy decision for me either, but I don’t know what else to do!”
But Kaya shakes her head. Her initial shock and desperation has been replaced with anger - pure and simple anger at him, for spending all day with her when he knew this entire time that this was what he was intending to do.
“Fine.” She shrugs, clenching her jaw to stop herself from crying. “Do what you have to. But if you’re expecting me to - to beg you to stay, that is not happening.”
“I don’t want you to beg -” Namjoon looks up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly and swallowing before meeting her eyes again. “I just want you to understand why I’m doing this because it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, baby,” he implores, reaching for her face. “I don’t know how else to fix this except to leave and let you live your life -”
“Then, go.” She knocks his hands away and pushes him back by the shoulders. He barely moves but his expression is stung. She knows he’s holding back tears, too, but she’s so angry and so hurt and she hates him so she doesn’t bother caring about his pain right now. 
“Kaya -”
“What are you waiting for? Pack your shit and leave, now!” She pushes him back again, sniffing. When he doesn’t move, she pushes him back again, harder. “Go!” she cries, her voice trembling.
Namjoon looks as though he’s about to say something but evidently decides against it. His eyes fall to the floor and he rubs at his eyes before turning around and going back into her room where he’d dragged his duffel bag earlier in the day. He shuts the door behind him, although whether it’s to give himself privacy or her, she isn’t sure. 
The sound of the door closing reverberates within her, though, and she stares after him, wanting to hold on to the anger and rage at how he’s giving up on them but it doesn’t last. She sits down on the sofa in a daze, absently bringing onto her lap the cushion on which Namjoon had been resting his head just a little while ago. 
Without thinking, she brings it to her face and she’s met instantly with his scent, of his shampoo and his cologne and him. With the silence in the living room and the sound of the rain outside, it suddenly hits her like a punch in the stomach that this will be the last time her apartment will ever smell of him. 
The first sob comes out of nowhere but once it’s out, she’s crying. She’s careful not to be loud but burying her face in her hands, she feels her shoulders shake and her heart ache like it hasn’t in her life. It feels unreal that he would even suggest this, that he would go so far as to make arrangements - all weighed against the alternative of just staying. It hadn’t occurred to her that she was ever afraid of this, but it feels like her worst fear come true, that finally, finally, Namjoon has made his choice and she’s more stress than she’s worth. 
Part of her knows it isn’t true; the image of his face when he’d silently begged her to understand what he was asking without having to say it is burned into her mind. But there’s no sympathy in her for him, not when he’s willing to give up everything including their shared future over this.
At some point, the bedroom door opens again and Kaya can hear footsteps come towards her. She looks away, resolutely staring in the opposite direction, this time not even bothering to hide her puffy face and wet eyes from him when Namjoon kneels down next to her.
“Listen,” he begins, then halts. His tone has a forced calm quality to it, as though he’s had to talk himself into keeping his composure. She isn’t fooled; he was inside her room for a long time for someone who’s barely unpacked in the half a day that he’s been here. He places one hand on her knee and the other on her back and tries again.
“Kaya, sweetheart,” he ventures, sniffing slightly and deliberately keeping his eyes on her. “Listen, you know - you know why I have to do this, right? You know I love you, you know this is not about… that, but I just -“ 
Kaya bites her lip, hard enough to draw blood but to keep from breaking down in front of him. She continues to look away, closing her eyes at his touch in spite of herself, feeling the tears roll down her face and doing nothing to stop them.
“I love you. Tell me you know that.” He squeezes her knee and reaches for her face again, trying to meet her eyes. “Tell me you know that, baby, because I can’t do this without you understanding why I have to.”
She can barely hear him. She thinks of the last time they’d broken up and all the things he’d promised her when they’d gotten back together, and feels her resolve break. “Oh, my God,” she whispers, dropping her face in her hands again. It’s over, she thinks. It’s all over.
“No - don’t - don’t cry - Kaya, I can’t do this without you,” he murmurs, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry, I love you, I love you so much…”
“I never should’ve told you,” she whispers, shaking her head. If she’d just kept her mouth shut instead of running to him the moment something went wrong…
“No,” he says immediately. “No, come on, that’s not the answer…” He exhales shakily, pressing his forehead to her temple. His hair brushes her cheek and the moment his lips touch her face, Kaya pushes him away and struggles out of his arms. Ignoring his pleas, she goes in the only direction available to her and storms out the front door, slamming it behind her.
Eyes blurred with tears, Kaya runs down the stairs and towards the gate when she looks ahead and halts abruptly. It’s pouring. The rain is a wall of grey before her. She’s  barefoot, she doesn’t have her phone and it’s night time. 
Despite everything, she thinks of how desperately worried Namjoon will be if she disappears right now and her stomach twists painfully. He can’t leave. He cannot; she can’t let him. There’s never going to be another one of him - another one of them.
Before she knows it, Kaya is running back up the stairs. For a moment outside her front door, she considers the possibility that it might not work, that Namjoon might not stay. Three years of a relationship, braving cross-country distances and timezones and the stress brought about their jobs - all to come to an end in one night. 
She opens the door and steps inside to see Namjoon exactly where she’d left him, but standing up now. She just about registers the look of relief on his face before looking away again; it’s so hard to meet his eyes. 
He comes to her, taking her wrists and trying, again, to make her look at him, but she resists and he keeps trying and she steps closer to him and tilts her head up and kisses him because despite it all, despite all the anger and the hurt and betrayal she loves him so, so much and she doesn’t know how else to tell him apart from pulling him closer by his T-shirt that this is it, this is everything so please, please, to just stay because there’s nowhere else for them to go but to each other.
It’s working, she thinks when he pulls her close, so close that it feels like he might never let her go. He kisses her so deeply and so desperately, his hands moving down every bit of her body that they can, from her face, to her arms, to her back and to her hair; he needs her just as much, and she can see it - he can see it. He has to know - and it’s seeming like he does.
Kaya doesn’t let up, not for a single second, not when they stumble into her bedroom or when their clothes come off in a chaotic mess. Every time he kisses her, every inch of skin he presses his lips to is with a fervour, with a hunger that gives her hope that he gets it now. He kisses every inch of her, not leaving a single bit untouched, silent but passionate. I’m not going to beg. She isn’t and besides, there are no words left to say. This is the only way she can think of asking him to stay. 
But something starts feeling wrong, somewhere down the line when they’re naked and pressed against each other and his lips are on hers and he pulls away but says nothing, doesn’t whisper a single word while being inside her that she realises with a sinking heart that makes her want to cry at the ceiling that it isn’t working, that the reason he’s savouring her isn’t because he’s staying but because he’s not staying - because he thinks it’s the last time they’ll ever be together.
They lie in the darkness, too tired, too afraid to move. Namjoon’s arms are around her and his nose is pressed up against her hair. Kaya can’t see his face; she’s not sure she wants to. She suspects he may have finally broken down and if she happens to witness that, she has no faith in her own ability to stay strong.
But it’s happened anyway. It’s too late and there’s nothing else left at her disposal.
“Don’t go,” she whispers, so quiet that she’s surprised when he stiffens against her. “Please, Namjoon. Don’t do this, please,” she repeats, not caring anymore if she cries in front of him. “I love you… I love you, so please, please…”
Namjoon pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her so she’s surrounded by his skin, his scent, his love and guilt for the last time. “I love you, too,” he murmurs, and she can hear it now, clearly. He’s crying and she has no idea how to comfort him. “I love you, too much. And I can’t… I can’t…” 
Kaya wraps her hands around his neck and stays there, determined to hold him because if she doesn’t let him go, how will he ever leave? The weak logic keeps her going, along with his lips against her hair and the feel of his touch against her body. 
But it’s late and despite her best efforts, the stress of the day and all the lack of sleep catches up and her eyes close of their own accord and she falls asleep against him. 
When Kaya wakes up the next morning, the bed is cold and she’s alone.
Her eyes flutter open and a moment later her heart stops and she sits up with a jerk. It’s as though her mind knows exactly what to look for, even if she’s not consciously searching for it. His duffel bag is gone and so are his shoes. There’s a note on her bedside table and she can recognise his English scrawl even from here. 
No. It can’t be. But it is, and deep down in her heart she knows what he’s done and why he’s done it the way he has. Pulling the sheets up to her chest, suddenly feeling terribly exposed in her nakedness, Kaya reaches for her phone, still unsure what she’s looking for until she sees the notification for the Google alert for his name and feels her heart break all over again.
Amidst dating rumours, BTS RM confirms he’s single.
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linos-luna · 1 year
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Thigh riding with Namjoon ❣️
Namjoon (RM) x fem!Reader
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(Quick fic)
Warnings: 18+, smut, thigh riding, ddlg
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Namjoon loved spoiling you and always knew how to please you. He knew how much you loved parts like his hands and especially his thighs.
His thighs were the best. So thick and muscular. Sometimes all you wanted to do was ride them and Namjoon knew that, like today.
He had been away for a few days for work and you were feeling very needy. Once he got home you were so happy and quick to sit on his lap.
“Oh hi baby girl. Your boyfriend chuckled. “You seem excited to see me.”
“I’m happy to see you back, daddy!” You replied, now hugging him. “I missed you.”
Namjoon gave you a quick kiss on the lips and smiled. “I missed you too.”
You whined a bit, moving your hips and Namjoon realized what you wanted.
“Oh baby… I see you’re very needy. You didn’t touch yourself when daddy was gone right?”
“No! I would never break daddy’s rules.” You replied with a pout. “I’m a good girl!”
“Yes I know. That’s why you deserve a reward.” He smiled and had you stand up. “Take your panties off, baby.”
“Yes daddy.” You pulled down your jeans and quickly took off your underwear then waited for the next instruction. This left you with only a shirt.
Namjoon motioned for you to sit on his thigh and you did so with no hesitation. He loved how compliant and submissive you were with him. 
“Go ahead, baby girl.”
You slowly started grinding on his thigh while holding onto his buff arms. His hands were on your hips but you were doing most of the work. Your pussy felt so sensitive rubbing against the rough material of his pants and you were already moaning uncontrollably.
Your boyfriend thought this was so hot and started moving you faster then tapping his foot to let you bounce a little.
“Daddy! D-daddy!” You whined. It was all too much and you wanted to cum but you knew you weren’t allowed to without permission. “Please daddy please!”
“Please what baby?” He responded with a soft voice, the type to make you cum right then and there.
“I-I wanna cum! Please let me cum!”
“Of course you can.” Namjoon said with a smile as you came on his pants.
You were exhausted and slumped your head down, breathing heavily.
“You’re such a good girl, y/n.” He said, now holding you close.
You smiled and hugged him back, nuzzling your head in his neck. You’re so happy he’s home….
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