#nam joon smut

[muniimyg]

TO BE (yours) // KNJ

he'll give in... right?

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oc has always had a crush on her bodyguard, nam joon. when her monthly family dinner goes to shit, she turns to him for comfort. tonight, it was different. tonight, he just might give her exactly what she wants

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pairing: bodyguard nam joon + heiress oc 

au/genre:

bodyguard au

one shot

porn with(out) plot

warnings: oc has some grandma issues, oc is insanely unhinged (oc makes nam joon watch as she pleasures herself), masturbation/fingering (oc makes him hold her hand while she fingers herself), nipple play, blow job (oc chokes), slapping (of face and ass) and riding... name calling (joon calls her a slut, whore, and bitch), cockwarming ?? making out,, yeah idk ! find the rest out for urself ;)

note: happy birthday @joonsjuice LMAO

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“I hate this fucking life!” 

Before you can slam your bedroom door shut, a foot is placed to prevent you from doing so. 

You huff, knowing exactly who is following you.

There was no point putting up a fight. Regardless of what you do, you know exactly how he would handle you. So, you move on. You focus on your feelings and the stress wrapped around it. As you take off your skirt and unbutton your blouse, he makes his way to his regular position.

Nam Joon stands beside the door, feet firmly planted on the ground, his hands placed in front, and his gaze straight ahead. If this was any other bodyguard, their presence would irritate you and ignite your anger even more… But this was Nam Joon. 

It’s different. 

Oddly enough, there's a sense of comfort when he's around. It feels like it's okay for you to be angry and throw a tantrum. He'd cover for you. He'd protect you. He'd deal with you.

Regardless, this is routine.

Once a month, you attend your infamous grandmother’s family dinner. There, you’d share your company’s progress and plans, and receive criticism.

No praise.

No empathy.

No encouragement.

It is never good enough for her. Even though you have a more successful business than your siblings and cousins—it meant nothing To your grandmother, it didn’t matter.

It always better.

To do better.

To be better.

After these horrendous dinners, you’d go home in tears. The pressure she’d put on you is often unnecessary, but you feel it. To your very core, you feel how intense the need to please her is.

Sometimes, you were angry. Often, you were sad.

For comfort, you’d typically contact your family friend, Jung Hoseok for some… Release. Sometimes, it was talking things through. Other times, it included fucking… But those nights were rare.

During those times, Nam Joon would wait outside the door. It made you wonder that night if he liked what he heard… Or if he felt jealous…

If he even gave it a second thought at all.

You see…

You’ve been unhinged since birth. By your grandmother’s orders, she hired a bodyguard service for you. To keep you in check or whatever (as if you’re this wild child that isn’t running the biggest company in your family). To keep you safe. To keep an eye on you. To keep you from doing bad things.

Sucks to suck because the only bad thing you want to do is your bodyguard. 

Thank you, Grandma!

When Nam Joon came into your life, it felt like Christmas. He’s tall, handsome, smart, and funny in his own ways. If anything, he’s perfect for you. Aside it being his job, you really feel like he knows you. Your next moves and even your feelings—he’s good at predicting and protecting them.

It’s like not you could hide your intentions and attraction either. No, you take any and every chance to flirt with him.

Truth be told, you really need him to dick you down.

“Crazy how I’m literally changing in front of you and you would rather look at the wall,” you tease, as you unclip your bra and throw it at his head. 

Nam Joon removes your bra from his head and continues to stay silent. Him ignoring you is something he does when he knows your emotions are high.

Rolling your eyes, you open your closet and grab your pajamas. You chose wisely, of course… You noticed Nam Joon’s eyes linger a little longer when you wear flimsy things. So, that’s exactly what you wear tonight.

A little ditzy floral pyjama set.

The fabric itself is thin and tight, making it easy for your nipples and the curve of your breast to be outlined. The shorts are practically panties… Guess you won’t be needing underwear either, right? 

Once you put on the top, you bend down to take your underwear off. You throw it back, aiming for his head again. Perfectly, it lands just where you want it to.

“Oops! Sorry, I meant to get that in my laundry bin.” You explain, laughing as you put the shorts on. 

You see Nam Joon’s shoulders rise and fall. He sighs, as he takes your underwear off of his head and places it in your laundry bin for you. 

Cutely, you bump into him as you make your way to bed. Nam Joon purses his lips at you, almost feeling the need to choke when he sets his eyes on your pajamas. 

You were doing this on purpose.

He knows it.

Tilting your head at him, you ask, “Do you like it?”

Nam Joon clears his throat as he stands to the side. Gestures at your bed, he ignores your question but replies with; “you’ve had a long day, Ms. ___. Please go to bed.”

“You know what else is long?”

“Ms. ___—”

“Oh, come on!” you whine, as you drop to your knees. “It’s not like this is the first time I’ve asked.”

“It’s also not the first time I’m saying no,” he chuckles. Then, he bends down, grabs you by the waist, and lifts you. 

Your heart begins to race as he carries you.

He’s done this only a couple of times—more because you were having a temper-tantrum and he had to remove you from the environment. There was also this one time when you were crying so much at your grandmother’s dinner table that he swooped in like a knight in shining armour. That was probably the day you felt something for him…

A feeling beyond your wet pussy, that is. 

Nam Joon sets you gently on your bed. As you lay, you reach for his hand. He turns to you and blinks.

“Joon…”

“Did you need something?”

“You.”

He squints his eyes at you.

“Go to sleep, Ms. ___.”

“Awh, come on!” you cry as he leaves your side. You miss your heart fluttering already. “You don’t even have to make me cum—”

With a warning tone, he interrupts you. “Goodnight, Ms. ___.”

Annoyed, you shift around your bed and attempt to make yourself comfortable. Unfortunately for you, all you can think about are your grandmother’s harsh words from tonight's dinner and the silence of your siblings and cousins whose lips did not even twitch to defend you.

Your grandmother’s invasive words begin to consume you. The feeling is… Horrible. It was rough, to say the least. Maybe, instead of distracting yourself… You could use Nam Joon for something else. 

“Do you think my grandma hates me?” you ask with a weary tone. 

Nam Joon reaches over to dim your bedroom lights and takes his time to walk back to his placement. As he does so, he thinks about it. This was also routine of you….

To hit on him, to get sad and look for comfort, and then finally go to sleep. It wasn’t every night—just the family dinner ones. On the regular, it would just be you making one or two flirtatious commentaries and then falling asleep as soon as possible. 

Moments where you look for validation and comfort he thinks these are the purest moments of you. The fact that you’re about to rest, but can’t because you’re reflecting on the things that make you feel uneasy… Well, let’s just say that it’s on the list of reasons why he hasn’t quit his job. Aside from liking his profession, he also likes you. 

There’s never a dull moment. 

“I think she just wants you to be the best.” He answers plainly. “She just doesn’t express it well.”

You sigh. “So that means what I do right now isn’t the best? It’s not good enough? Is that it?”

“No,” Nam Joon shakes his head. “I think she expects more because you are more. The potential she wants from you is real because it lives in you. She’s impatient about seeing it, but business is all about growth and building. Ms. ___, you know you’re amazing, right? You’re perfect. Your grandmother could never hate you even though it may feel like it.”

Snickering, you cross your arms. “Are you just saying that because you’re on her payroll?”

“No,” he assures you. “I’m saying it because it’s the truth. Besides, you’re smart enough to know when I’m lying anyway.”

His words hit you. 

Suddenly feel better. There’s no other way of explaining why. Sometimes, all you really need is a friend… But being friends with Nam Joon?

You hate that. 

“... So, you think I’m amazing?”

Nam Joon doesn’t respond. 

So, you try again.

“If I’m so amazing… Then, why don’t you want me? No one’s here, you know! It’s just you and me. Nothing bad is gonna happen… You don’t need to protect me—”

“Ms. ___—”

“I’ve wanted you for so long… You know it too! Come on, I know you just as well as you know me—“

“Highly doubt that, princess.”

“I want to know you… All of you,” you confess, quickly getting out of bed. You stand in front of him and look up at him. Batting your eyelashes, you try to sound as innocent as possible. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

Nam Joon feels a shiver.

He gulps as you place your hand on his chest, slowly moving it around to feel him. In an even slower motion, you begin to slide your hand down from his chest to his abdomen. He lowers his gaze at you as you give him pleading eyes. Gulping, he watches your hands make their way to his belt. 

Then, he stops you. 

Just as you’re about to unbuckle it, he grabs your wrists and pulls you up. 

“I don’t want you.”

His words cut deep and his tone is harsh. 

Too harsh. 

There’s a look in his eyes that you’re well aware of. In that understanding, you don’t feel so awful anymore. So, you keep your head high. If he wants to play like this, then so be it. 

Let’s play. 

“Good thing I’m smart and I know when you’re lying.” You then place your hand on his cheeks and squish his lips together. Tiptoeing, you place a small kiss on his lips. 

Nam Joon is caught off guard. 

This never happened before! It never went this far…

He thought he was immune to you. In a cliché sense, he didn’t this would happen. He’d be an idiot to not recognize that sexual tension between you two since the very beginning—but he never pictured it like this. 

He never pictured his dreams to come true. 

Just as Nam Joon is about to give in, you pull away. 

It’s then that he hates himself. He wishes he spent more time memorizing the way your lips felt against his. Who knows if you’d ever do this to him again, right? This was a once-in-a-million for him. 

You’re his one. 

“Since you want to stand there and watch… Fine. Stand there and watch.” 

Without saying another word, you twirl his tie in your hand and gentle tug him to follow as you make your way back to your bed. Nam Joon doesn’t really move though. He stays still, only letting his head turn as you let go of his tie. He watches with lustful eyes as you crawl onto your bed. Positioning yourself, you lean your back against your headboard and sit up in a way where you can comfortably plant your feet. Nam Joon’s eyes almost fall out of his head the second you suck on your fingers, open your legs, and shove your lubed fingers inside your shorts. 

Nam Joon feels stuck.

He should look away, right? For some reason, he can’t. He has looked the other way every time you changed or tried to kiss him… Tonight, was different.

Tonight, he was weak. 

As you let out a breathy moan, you begin to rub yourself. 

Feeling the way your soft pussy is against your fingers, you whimper at the thought of Nam Joon caving and taking his place in between your legs. You apply some pressure and rub circles on your clit. Doing this begins slowly, but as you stare at Nam Joon in his suit, you can’t help but feel sensations in your pelvis. You rub yourself faster, feeling your legs tighten as you do so. 

You rub yourself for what feels like a good 5 minutes. Noticing how quiet it suddenly became and how he’s not making any comments, you take this opportunity to tease him. 

With a small voice, you ask, “N-Nam Joon… A-are y-you watching?”

He doesn’t respond. 

“Can y-you look at me, p-please?” you stutter through the sensation. “I’m touching my pussy for you… So you have to be watching, okay? This is for you.” 

Expecting silence, Nam Joon surprises you with his words. 

“I’m watching, princess.”

You feel a relief. 

In an even softer tone, you whine, “Good. D-do you like it? Do you like what you see? Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah,” he confesses. “Doing so good, princess. Don’t stop.”

Biting your lip, you spread your legs out even more. As you rub yourself, you squirm from the feeling of this not being enough. 

Meanwhile, Nam Joon feels like he’s stuck in a trance. He can’t keep his eyes off of you as you pleasure yourself. He wishes to do it for you… But not yet. A part of him is curious to see how far you can push yourself. How much can you take? How far will you go? He wants to know when he’s needed… He wants to wait it out and let you have this. 

“My pussy is leaking through my shorts… Is it pretty?”

Nam Joon’s breath hitches. “Yeah. It’s pretty.”

“I’m glad you think so… I’m thinking of you. You made this mess.”

The truth is, he’s afraid when you give this to him… He won’t be able to quit. He’ll be selfish. He’ll have you any way he wants and ignore what you want. So, this is him being considerate. This is him being patient. This is him letting you have your fun. 

“Should I stick my fingers inside?” 

He utters a hiss... Yet, with a soft tone, he encourages you, “Do what you want.”

“I need help.”

Nam Joon huffs. “You can do it yourself. If you can start this, you can finish.”

You groan, throwing your head back. “A-arghh, fine… Can you hold my hand though?”

He raises a brow. 

But he also picks up his feet and makes his way to you. 

He stands on the side of your bed and offers you his hand. Gladly, you take it. With your other hand, you split your folds open. Tugging on his hand, you pout. 

“Can you spit on it? I would do it but… Your spit would help me cum faster.” 

Too stunned to speak, Nam Joon sucks his inner cheek, runs his tongue along his teeth, and gathers spit from the back of his throat. He then leans over and—

“Mhmm,” you moan, massaging his spit in your pussy. “Fuck, that got me so horny. Are you horny?”

Nam Joon glares at you. 

“Hurry up and cum,” he hisses. “ I’m supposed to be watching—”

“You are, aren’t you?”

Nam Joon gets the feeling you’re alluding to something completely different from his job. It makes him sick to his stomach that he’s fucking into it. God, did you have to be this compelling? All he can do is push you away… At least, try to. 

“This is getting ridiculous.”

You let a small laugh escape your lips. “Are you serious?”

He shrugs. 

“Nam Joon, you’re holding my hand, spitting on my pussy, and about to watch me finger myself… Me asking you if you’re horny is where you’re deciding this is ridiculous—”

“___, just fucking cum already.”

Instantly, you roll your eyes at him. 

The attitude.

He needs his dick sucked or something.

In response, you wiggle your fingers at him. He gives you a blank expression and turns away for a moment. You take that as your sign to start. With one finger, you insert it inside you. Your pussy clenches and your reaction extends to you squeezing Nam Joon’s hand. As you finger yourself, you try to focus on hitting your climax. 

It’s much more frustrating than it is easy. The man whose cock you desperately want inside of you is just fucking standing there while your fingers do you no justice. 

So, in the silence of your dimly lit bedroom, you shut your eyes and imagine him more intensely. You imagine Nam Joon’s fingers inside you. You imagine how his lips would feel against your skin. How his soft tongue would feel like giving your clit kitten licks. You moan at the very thought, and get excited over the fact that he’s actually here. Even though he’s not touching you the way you want right now, at least he was here. 

He was watching.

Listening to every whimper.

Every breathy utter of his name. 

Then, you feel the sensation in between your legs take over. You pump your fingers faster and lazily begin to rub yourself to finish off. You squirm, murmuring his name in between breaths.

Nam Joon can’t stop watching the way your pussy spreads and how tiny your fingers are. Every time you squeeze his hand, his eyes dart to the way your pussy gets more swollen. On top of that, he loves the way your chest rises. Your nipples are so fucking hard right now. 

He’d kill to lick them. 

To bite them. 

To suck on them. 

Fuck it.

Maybe he should fold. 

So lost in thought, he misses it. In a blink of an eye, you cum and let out a lewd moan. As you catch your breath, you let go of his hand and massage your pussy. 

“Are you finished?” Nam Joon asks. 

You let out a dramatic sigh. “Yeah, I guess. It was fun but honestly? I’m still horny.”

“Not good enough?” 

“You tell me,” you grab his hand and tug him to your pussy.

He didn’t expect it.

It’s too late for him. By the time he registered what you were doing, his fingers were already inbetween your folds. You hold his wrist and control the way he touches you. Dragging his hands up and down, you feel tingles begin again. 

“See? I came, right?”

“Y-yeah,” Nam Joon stutters for the first time tonight. “So wet.”

You scoff. “I usually cum more than this… This is so weird! I don’t get what I did wrong. I thought of you as usual—”

“Princess…” He takes his hand away, signaling you that you’re crossing the line. Shrugging, you offer him an innocent look. “Don’t.”

“Taste me,” you suggest. “If you don’t like the way I taste then you can go back to your little spot over there and do whatever you want. You can keep listening and watching me pleasure myself… But just know, I won’t cum for a long time. I’m horny as fuck but I just can’t get off all by myself! It’s too hard… Deal?”

“Deal? You’re insane,” he grumbles. “Do you hear yourself?”

“I do…” you assure him. “Do you hear me? Because it doesn’t have to be like that. You can stand over there—hey, I’ll even let you jerk off—or you can do it yourself. Make me cum. Fuck me as hard as you can. Take what you want. Your choice.” 

Nam Joon gulps as you sit up and wrap your arms around his neck. Tilting your head at him, you look into his eyes and wait for his decision. 

Nam Joon waits for a second too long. 

Your gaze softens as you take his silence as a no. That’s okay. You can just keep touching yourself and drag it out longer. It’d be fun for you anyway… This was his loss. 

As you pull away, just as you’re about to lay down, Nam Joon cups your cheeks and crashes his lips against yours. He kisses you deep, slipping his tongue in. You waste no time, finding his tongue and sucking on it as he pull away for air. You smile against his kiss, and continue to make out with him. His hands travel from your cheeks to your breast and holy shit.

You’re so fucking happy.

He palms your breasts and pays special attention to your nipples. They’re so hard and sensitive. He knows it. So, he takes his time.

First, he pitches them lightly. You gasp and he laughs into the kiss. Mumbling, “sorry, sorry… my bad, princess,” into your kiss. He runs his thumb over your nipples, stimulating your drive evn more. He then twists them and earns another gasp from you. This time, a moan follows. Next, he cups your entire breast with his hands and squeezes them. Pulling away from the kiss, he scrunches your top over your breasts and dives in. 

He licks your nipples, slaps your breasts, and bites them. 

God, when he bites them—

“O-okay, okay,” you stop him, “gonna need you to start fucking me or else I’m gonna cum with you just doing this.”

“Like me that much?” he teases.

You glare at him. “Might lose interest after seeing your dick though.”

With that, Nam Joon folds. 

He towers over you, as your hands instantly make their way to unbutton his shirt. Midway through, he kisses you. It’s deep and desperate—like he has wanted this for so long too. 

When his shirt is off, you move on to unbuckle his belt. You do it as quickly as possible, ever so happy to finally be able to see his length. Taking his pants off, he tosses them aside.

You can’t believe it. 

His cock is so perfect. 

It’s chiseled like it’s meant to be art. 

“Okay, y-yeah,” you choke. “I’m interested.”

Before he can even respond, Nam Joon throws his head back from the pleasure of you sucking his dick. Holy shit, you just went for it. 

As your mouth wraps around his tip, you take in how he tastes. The precum that sat in the crease of his tip was a little salty. He tastes even better the more you suck. His cock in your mouth is so big. It’s full, girthy, and long. Without needing to try, his length hits the back of your throat multiple times. With teary eyes, you gag, choke, and slobber all of his fat cock. 

Like a fucking dog. 

Like a fucking bitch. 

Like his fucking whore. 

Nam Joon loves the sight. 

He takes a handful of your hair and fucks himself deeper in your pretty mouth. This time, when his cock hits the back of your throat, he holds you still. You breathe in through your nose, sucking as much of him as you can. When you let out an intense gasp for air, he pulls away and feels his stomach twist as strings of your saliva drip. 

Nam Joon repositions you.

He lays down on his back and places you on top of him. There, you let your hands roam his chest as he helps you take your shorts off. His pecks are large and rock-hard. You love the way they feel and as he takes heavy breaths in, you note the way his abs flex.

It’s such a beautiful sight. 

“This is what you wanted, right?” Nam Joon scoffs, as he reaches for his dick. He pumps himself lazily before placing it at your entrance. “Want me so bad? Let’s see how much. Do you think you can last bouncing on my cock? You barely lasted 10 minutes fingering yourself. You were thinking about me too, right? Holding my hand and shit? Have you always been a fucking whore?”

You pout, nodding. “Yeah. I am such a fucking whore for you… I’ve been so patient. Did I wait well?”

Without warning, Nam Joon slaps you in the face. 

“This is about me,” he growls. “You want me. You have me. You get to fuck me. Get that? You waited, and you got the prize. Me. Shut the fuck up and do your fucking job, slut. I’ll praise you when I want. Don’t ask for it. Understand?”

You nod. 

He slaps your face again.

“Answer me, bitch.”

You bite your bottom lip. “I understand.”

“Good,” Nam Joon says, satisfied. “Whenever you’re ready…”

You purse your lips, asking for one more kiss. He kisses you, and as he does so, you take his cock and try to put it in. For some reason, perhaps because of how wet you are, his cock keeps slipping or your hole is just too fucking small for him. When he realizes what’s going on, he sits up a little. 

In a low tone, he offers, “Here, I’ll help you put it in.”

You look at him as he guides it in. You watch how soft his gaze turns the minute you sink into his member. You swear he feels the butterflies too. As you adjust to his size, you begin to move a little. Rolling your hips, you also add a little bounce. For stability, you place your hands on his chest. 

“That’s it,” he moans, “my slut is such a good girl.”

“Mhmm,” you breathe, “s-so good. You fill me up so good, Joon.”

As you ride him, you begin to feel more and more desperate for his cock to fuck you. This entire time, you had been doing all the work and goddamn it’s fucking exhausting. You slam your pussy onto his dick visciously, picking up the pace and trying to catch your orgasm—but you get so fucking tired.

It’s so annoying. 

“I—” you cry, “a-agghhh!”

“I got you.”

Suddenly, Nam Joon wraps his arms around your body and holds you tight. It’s like a hug, but as he does it, he drills his fucking cock into you. Like never before, you feel his length reach spots you missed as you rode him. Nam Joon drills like there’s no tomorrow. It’s so rough and intense, he slaps your ass while he’s at it. You’re constantly moaning, and at this point—

“You like it like this, little slut? Such a fucking whore for wanting it like this… Gonna take my cum? Gonna get so fucked up you can��t walk tomorrow?”

“Mhmmm,” you sob. “Yes, I want it like this. J-just like that! Fuck yes, yes, yes!”

“You think about this, huh? Always imagining how it’d be like for me to fuck you? Are you happy now? Are you fucking happy? Greedy little bitch always gets what she wants, huh?”

“So happy,” you gasp. “I love your cock. You’re so good to me, Joon.” 

Something inside him flips. He loves the way you say his name. He loves the way this feels and is even more in love with the way that it’s with you. With that being said…

He fucks you harder.

Rough, sloppy, messy. 

It’s so fucking good that you grip onto his hair and let out a few sobs. You murmur his name into his ear and your pussy clenches every time he kisses you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and concentrate on how blissful this all is. After a few moments—

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—” 

You cum. 

But it doesn’t stop there. 

Even though you came, he didn’t. 

Nam Joon continues to fuck you through your orgasm as he reaches his. Feeling the sensation, he curls his toes and digs his cock deep into you as he releases. Nam Joon stuffs his cum inside you, and pumps in and out a few more times. 

Then, he leaves it inside. 

As his cum spills, he keeps his cock inside you. Too tired to pull out, but also too in his head. He wants this to last longer than it has. He wants it again if possible… But that’s asking for too much. He knows it. 

Without exchanging any words, you lift your face and lean in. You and Nam Joon make out, nice and slow. It’s so opposite from what you two were just doing… But it was nice. You even play with his hair as you two kiss. He likes it. You know he does because he smirks against your lips. 

When you pull away, it’s like a wave of emotions hit Nam Joon. 

What the fuck did he just do?

He isn’t sure what to say or to do… All he knows is that it was good. It was fun. He had wanted this moment for a while too. Is that something he should regret? Getting what he has wanted and waited for? He doesn’t know. 

As you two lay beside one another, you reach for him and curl into his embrace. Quickly, you fall asleep. The entire thing tired you out. Nam Joon contemplates if he should get up and resume to his usual service… Or should he just lay here? Be with you? 

Was that an option?

Either way, he knows one things for sure…

He’d be here in the morning. 

To protect you.

To fuck you.

To be yours.

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[kivedreams]

CAN'T GET ENOUGH. knj.

pair. idol namjoon x f. reader. 

genre. established relationship, long distance, have never said I love you. 

warnings. +18, daddy kink, unprotected sex, power imbalance, rough sex, filthy sex, dirty talk, fingering, namjoon is really demanding, lil degradation.

synopsis; you’ve been waiting for me so patiently, I know, I’ll reward you, you little slut! or namjoon has 3 free days from the military service and he decides to enjoy them with you.

word count: 3.5k

A/N: I haven't write a fic in seven years, I hope this lives to the today's standards. kive

It was already sunset, everything felt quiet and lonely in the apartment, music had become a sad thing to play, so enjoying silence had become your main thing the last 3 months, since he had gone, as a foreigner you didn't fully comprehend the concept behind military service, in your country military had never been a big thing, consequences of being an small country that never seem to need it, so the moment that you realize that Namjoon actually had to enlist for around 2 years made a fissure in your heart, you really could not imagine how life was going to be for you, for both of you during that time, will your relationship be able to fight the distance? you had already been dating for over a year and everything felt like a fairytale, sneaking around, going to cafes in the countryside, hiding in your apartments, the sneaky kisses, grabbing hands under the table, and hiding your relationship from everyone else, because it was safer for both of you, it made things fun and exciting, but of course it was sad too, not being able to go around seoul’s streets holding hands, not being able to share pictures of you together, not being able to kiss him whenever you wanted and denying the obvious from everyone, that you were completely in love with Kim Nam Joon.

You knew that it was going to be the result after accepting that personal assistant job, but it was ok, the pay was amazing, the opportunities were amazing, you were going to be working side by side with someone you have already admired for years, so just keeping a lid in your feelings wasn't going to be a hard sacrifice, but two whole years being behind the smart, handsome, and talented men that namjoon was, proved to be way harder than you thought It'll be, of course you got drunk, of course you forgot with who you were with, and of course it ended up with you, namjoon, the empty hall in your building, and you shouting to the world that your boss was the most beautiful men that you have ever seen and of course that it would be a pleasure to have his children, you would have been honored to do so, and the last thing that you remember is namjoon’s laugh and then falling into the darkness.

Next morning, you woke up in your bed, completely tuck in, with you curls in a bonnet, not a single drop of makeup on and a dreadful headache, you felt so bad that you thought you might puke, water was a must, while you walked down to kitchen in your one bedroom studio apartment, that was perfect for you and your cats, nobody could've expected what your eyes saw.

Kim Nam Joon was sat in your living room reading one of the books that you picked up the last time you were in the bookstore, Kim Ji Young born 1982 by Choi Nam-Joo, the shock was visible in your eyes, you didn't know what to do or what to say, you wanted to just roll back to your room and hide there for the next 5 years, why was Namjoon in your living room reading on your brown chair one of your books and drinking coffee from that pretty pink mug you thrifted a while ago? he did not notice your presence until you cat, Komi walked over to you meowing and demanding to be feeded.

He lowered his gaze from the book to look at your completely shocked face. “Good morning Y/N, I knew you were going to sleep till late. I made coffee and breakfast, do you want some?” he said with a little smirk, that did not mean too much for you at the moment.

You were frozen by the idea of having Namjoon in your house, you've been dropped off with him a thousand times, but he had never come in. Once you realize you've been in complete silence for a minute since he asked, you remembered that you had to respond. “Y-yes, I do” you said with a low but strong voice. “Ok, sit down I'll get it for you” he said while standing up, you couldn't sit down without feeding your cats first, you used it as an excuse to go to the bathroom and see the state that you were, bonnet falling up to the side, your bare face that showed how much you drank last night, you quickly washed up your face and fixed the bonnet because it was going to be impossible to do more than that.

Walking with small steps to the kitchen, you said good morning as soon as you saw Namjoon, he smiled at you and said the same, offering you the same pink cup but full of fresh coffee. “How do you feel? Do you have any headaches? I ordered some hangover medicine for you” he said lifting a white bag with the nearest pharmacy logo printed all over it, you could feel the embarrassment in your whole body, grabbing the bag and looking thru its contents, you took the gold colored bottle that you new was going to get rid of any traces of the effect of alcohol in your system. He put a bowl full of rice next to you, making you realize the side dishes that were in the countertop, and while holding two bowls, one that looked it had kimchi on it and another  with salted veggies on it Kim NamJoon said,

“So, you'll be honored to have my children?” in a laughing tone, and you knew it was over.

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That have been a whole year ago and it was still embarrassing for you, but somehow your feelings were not one sided, and thanks to that dumb slip off, you were there now in the apartment that you shared with the man of your dreams, it was lonely without him, but you were stress free and relaxed with your little demons, your cats, exactly what Namjoon wanted. When he suggested that it would be better for you to move in with him, the idea made you nervous but in the good way, moving together was an important step in your relationship. It made clear that Namjoon was taking the relationship as serious as you were, and honestly everything was better and easier.

You heard the door code and it spook you, because only you, Namjoon, the cleaning lady and maybe Jin had it, walking down the hallway to the door you were kind of scared, you knew it wasn't a thread because the security wouldn't let anybody come in, and the moment that the door opened you heart sank in surprised and happiness, there he was dressed in his military gear, carrying a small bag with his left hand, looking at you with those fiery eyes, you could not keep it to yourself so you left the scream out.

“Omg, omg omg! Nam!” you screamed while running close to him, he caught you up dropping his bag to the floor and lifting you closer, making it seem like there wasn't a height difference, and there it was that wood, forest scent that gave you peace, the scent of the man that had ingrained himself in your heart, it made you feel at home, you started kissing his whole face, while loading him with a million questions on the why and the how.

He let out a small laugh, walking with you on top to the entrance. 

“They gave us three rest days'' he said, kissing you back, you feel his warm soft lips on top of yours, redirecting the kiss, your body touching the wall, while he slowly lets you on the floor wrapping his big hands around your waist.

“I missed you so much Y/N, in a desperate type of way” kiss “You look so beautiful, I'm so happy to see you” he whispered in your ear, kiss “How have my baby been?” he asked in that low musky voice that drove you crazy, you wrapped your hands around his neck, asking him to lift you to his face, and he did, as always.

“I have been missing you since day one, sleeping on your side of the bed, even though it doesn't smell like you anymore” you replied kissing him back with the same amount of passion and intensity “how are you babe?” 

“Right now, I am marvelous, in front of heaven's doors you could say” he looked at you with those intense eyes, and that happy puppy face, letting you on the floor, moving to the bench at the entrance to remove the big black military boots that made him look even taller. 

“I genuinely cannot believe that you're here, in front of me” you said sitting next to him.

“I am baby, here in front of you” he replied, kissing your forehead. “ and if it were for me I'll never leave” 

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And there you were lying down, cuddling on the sofa, watching a random entertainment show that was on, both of you way to happy after making dinner together. You were trying to get even closer to him, even when your whole body was already on top of him, and he had you wrapped in his arms, it was never enough. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, pulling you closer. You moved your body resting your face in his chest “No, I just want to be closer” you replied hugging him, he laughed, you feel the vibration of his body in yours. “It's never enough for you, is it?” he sat down carrying you up.

“You know it is not” you said sitting on top of him kissing his neck. He put his hands on your thighs, you know how much he loves them, you're sure that they are now bigger since you've put on some weight due to stress eating this few months, between being ‘jobless’ and without him, cooking had become your comfort zone; you feel the way he's grabbing you, more aggressively by the minute, you like it, like you always do.

He enjoys your body until you let a small moan slip next to his ears, you feel how his whole body tense up, Namjoon moves his mouth to your neck whispering “ You liked that?” in a deep voice, he was turned on, and you were too.

“Y-yes” you replied in a moan while he slid his hands through the short pajama pants that you should have not been wearing during winter.

His hands started to wander around your waist, pulling the white cardigan out of you, letting wet kisses all around your neck, one of his hands left you waist, grabbing one of your breast he started stroking it, making you let out another moan, he knew where all your bottoms where and he started pressing them on, you'll be lying if you don't admit how horny you have been this months without him, you wanted it so bad, so desperately, you need it. He stopped stroking your breast over the blouse that you had, to rip it from your body.

“I want to fuck you so hard  Y/N, you’ve been waiting for me so patiently, I know, I’ll reward you, you little slut! ” He said passing his hand through your chest, he let a wet kiss on your neck and moved his mouth to your left breast placing his tongue on your nipple playing with it.

You let a moan out and heard a chuckle coming from his mouth, and then he started sucking on you tit while keeping one of his hands on your neck, there he was, he loved taking control of you, you could feel how his hand was holding you tightly, reminding you who you were from. He loved to know that he owns you, and that you gladly agree. 

He freed your neck and started playing with your other tit, your head falling into his neck moaning his name, his thick long cock rising up in his joggers you could feel it brushing in your leg, it was making you lose your mind, Namjoon loved when you please him, and you loved to please him, your hand reached to the border of his pants, touching his hard erection through the fabric, he moaned.

“This is how happy I am to see you” he said standing up with you on top, his voice was deep and his eyes were filled with desire, he sat you down on the edge of the couch removing your shorts and panties together.

 “I love how wet you are, tell me how much you want it” he said taking a step back to look at you, dripping wet, shining with sweat “I want to always see you like this, desperately waiting for me to eat you up, tell me Y/N, do you want it? call for it”

“Y-yes, Nam I want it!” you beg through desperate breaths, trying to catch your breath, to breathe at a normal pace. 

“Wrong Y/N” he said loud and demanding “What's my name?” he walked up to you, taking both your hands, kneeling you down in front of the couch, resting you face in it, he put his big hand in the center of your back bending you down even more “I’m going to finger you until you remember what's my name, you whore!” 

He slapped your cheek making you moan, his hands were moving around your whole body, like if he was tasting you, his right hand moved just to the top of you venus mount, opening you up with his long fingers, Namjoon started to play with your clitoris, making you moan and beg for his dick, but he wasn't going to give it to you, until you give him what he wanted.

“Daddy please!” you moaned, exactly what he wanted to hear.

“That's my baby, tell daddy what you want, and he’ll give it to you” he said in your ears, kissing your neck, his kisses moving down to your back, while he put a finger inside of you. “Is this what you want baby, talk to me” he said putting another finger inside.

“I want-t you inside, inside of me daddy”

“Who am I to deny your wishes” he said in a chuckle “ Stand up for me baby” he demanded so you did, his clothes were already on the floor, and when you stood up, you could see his dick in full bloom, he sat down on the couch making you sat on top of him, your back in his chest, you could feel how the military training had pay its fruits, he took your breasts in his hands, caressing your nipples “Look down honey, look how wet your pussy is, begging to be fucked”

All you could see was his dick touching you. You grabbed it with both hands pumping it up, seeing his shiny tip, desperate for it to be inside of you, the action well received with his moans and hard breathes.

 “Damn baby, you never hesitate, c’mon put it inside of you! ” he teased.

You lifted up your body, him helping you with his hands now on your thighs, you used you hands to drive his long shiny cock to your entrance, feeling the tip inside of you, driving it slower, but of course Namjoon would not let you have that, he moved his hands making you whole body fall in his cock, it opening you up, the stretch hitting you up just where you need it, driving you crazy the way that you could feel it completely filling you up. He stayed there for a second waiting on you, making sure that you were ok.

“M-move, please move!” you beg in a whisper, he gave it to you.

Namjoon hugged your body, lifting you while moving himself up and down, you heard him moaning and panting, and that made you even more aroused, he was stretching you up, giving you what you wanted, his dick.

3 months without seeing him and getting his touch, how much you missed him

made you feel insane, but now he was here showing you that he was going insane too without your body close to him, it was joyful having you on top of him.

Namjoon started to touch your clit with two of his fingers, you were so wet for him, and he was enjoying it to the fullest, he could feel how close you were, he wasn't going to last longer either.

And suddenly he pulls out, making you moan in disbelief

“why?!” you screamed

“ I want to see your face when you come for me” 

He turned you around, like a rag doll, you forgot how strong Namjoon was, especially when he wanted you in a specific place.

“C’mon sit on it” he said grabbing his dick, you did not hesitate, and sat on it immediately

“D-daddy!” 

He kissed you, deeply,his tongue exploring your mouth, he grabbed your ass with both of his hands making the pace even more aggressive, you were about to cum, you felt it, breaking the kiss, feeling the lack of air and the heat in the room. Your moans louder by the second.

“Come for daddy baby, come” he whispered in your ears with his deep voice, and that was it his sucked your nipple while you came making you a mess of moans and deep breaths, orgasm hitted you high, and you could feel him still using your body to get to his own climax.

“I'm coming inside baby” his voice even deeper, and you wanted it.

“Yes daddy, cum inside of me” you moaned for him.

His thick load filling you up, the warmth of his cum heating you up from inside, his moans drive you crazy making you cum again with him, a mix of moans and hard breaths, inhale, exhale, fill the room, you fell on top of him trying to catch your breath. 

“That was intense, I am out of words” you whispered hugging him

“Indeed” he said, caressing your lower back. “ I love you Y/N” 

He stand up with on top, wearing a shocked expression on your face it was the first time he ever said it, it caught you by surprise, Namjoon trust issues were as clear as the day, so he never fully open up about his feelings, and you let him, you understood that it would take time, for him to be completely open to you, it was ok you were there for him and that was the best way to prove him that he could trust you with his feelings, him saying I love you market a new path in you relationship. 

Before you could realize it, you were already in the bathroom Namjoon, pulling out of you letting you slowly on the floor. The mess between your legs demanded to be cleaned, he kissed your shoulder and said “ Want to take a bath?” you nod, still in disbelief of what has happened. 

Namjoon prepared the bath for the both of you, using the bath salts that you loved, you were still there standing up in front of the mirror, seeing him move through it, making sure the water was warm enough lighting up the candles, he got close to you hugging you from the back “Lets rinse up first, ok?” you felt the doubt in his voice, the nervousness in his system, you could only nod. He moved you to the shower, tying up your hair in a bun, he knew wetting your hair at this time meant a test, you feel the water going in your skin, the warmth felt good.

“Ok, you're clean baby, come” he said, driving you out of the water to the bath.

You could see the stars through the windows of the bathroom, there you were resting on his chest, hearing his calm breath, feeling his hands on your ways, the bubbles covering your bodies,the burning smell of the candles, and the warmth embracing both of you.

“Nam” you said in a whisper.

“Yes babe” he said, taking your hand.

“I love you too” 

You heard him exhale deeply, meaning relief, “I was scared, though I said it too soon” he said, moving your body so you could face him.

“I wasn't expecting it so I got surprised, sorry”

“Nothing to be sorry for babe” he said, giving you a kiss, it was sweet and soft, he was telling you how much he loved you. You broke the kiss.

“Can you say it again? I want to hear it more” you said smiling, your body could not keep the amount of happiness going through your body.

“I love you Y/N” he whispered, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer for a kiss, and there you knew he was going to make love to you again, because it was never enough with you two. 

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The Wolf Who Hates Humans : Teaser & Chapter 1- KTH & Y/N

Some Editing Summary: Y/N is one of the 9 Wolf Tribe Alphas and a badass in line to be the next Governess of the 9 Tribes. The World is divided into three Regional Powers: The Vampires, The Humans & The Wolves. Each Region has its main Governor as an ultimate leader and representation. Her world is a peace for now due to a peace pact. She is a spirited fighter and great leader yet loathes humans due to the traumatic history and memories she carries of her people. What happens when she finds her mate who happens to represent everything she hates. Labels: Smut, Angst, blood, violence, Non-Con, biting, vampires, AU- Fantasy, love triangles, unrequited love, Nam Joon & Y/N Smut, Jimin & Y/N making out TEASER:

Their smell was always so putrid. I hated that we had to blend in with them. I hated how it felt as if I was the only one who hated them as much as I did. I carried all the rage of 100 generations even from the beginning of our kind. The pain and suffering, loss, grief and death. We were brought nearly to the brink of extinction had it not been for the fucking bloodsuckers who truly were just a hair above them. Yet, I am still grateful for them. We only teamed up to keep the Human population in check. 

I hated how weak they were even at their very core of existence, emotionally chaotic like a fucking child even as full-grown adults. How could they have nearly destroyed us all? Humans; are weak in every aspect, physical, emotional, and psychological yet, I had to give it to them, they were still here, alive, breathing, and thriving as weak as they were. I blame their existence on our peace treaty. As weak as they were, there were just enough humans in the population who were highly intelligent. It is how they nearly destroyed us. Their intelligence and the fact that both our kinds the wolf and the bloodsuckers lust for preying on the weak. The romanticization of our kind and their fucking obsession and drive to ravage and breed the weak. And some called it love until the humans nearly genocided their halflings. Yet it was the love between our two kingdoms heads that the peace treaty was formed. 

The bloodsuckers could feed off those who broke the law, and anyone who volunteered, could feed from animals and of course, there were mandatory blood donations. This kept the bloodsuckers at bay.

Our kind, the wolves could live on our lands, each of the 9 tribes ruled our perspective territories and hunted the prey we wanted without causing extinction. We were forbidden to hunt bloodsuckers or humans. 

Humans could live as they have for thousands of years, free to roam the lands that govern their own country.

Each of our kind is allowed to live under peace treaty law. No wolves or vampires could kill a human. No Human could kill a wolf or vampire unless self-defense and it must be proven as so. Lastly, breeding or mating outside your kind was forbidden. But fucking that was a different story. Humans loved to indulge themselves and our kind was disgustingly willing to fulfill their desires. But not me, bloodsuckers were ok and fun on occasion, but humans were. Never. I’d rather gut myself. 

That was until I met him. He was beautiful, gorgeous, sexy all in one. I had seen plenty of hot human men but he was different, way different. His scent was so fucking good-looking it drove my wolf nearly delirious. I remember when his scent first hit me. Fortunately, I was hanging out with a small group of very close friends. They were well-trusted with any of my most inanimate secrets and they were loyal. It was Kia’s 23rd birthday and we were celebrating with a night out of drinking and celebrating. Kia wanted to party at the triplex strip, a border party strip. The triplex was where the Human, Vampire, and Wolf countries touched. We were bar hopping and club hopping. We had just left a bar when we passed the dance club Oasis.

That's when the most delectable scent pleasantly assaulted my senses and immediately I craved more. I needed to know what this scent was, and who the scent belonged to before my wolf went mad. I felt my wolf was dragging me along as if I were on a leash and had no choice but to follow. I was angry that I was on the verge of losing control of my wolf; in essence, myself. I was no longer a hot-headed, immature, heat-driven teen wolf. I was a mature adult wolf the current leader of our pack and the future governess of our Tribe Nation. The humiliation and rage I felt as I was dragged against my will towards this scent that brought my wolf to delirium with want. Was this the call of my mate, I had heard the leader's descendant's tribe mate call was intense but this was shocking and unexpected. I was in panic, I did not want anyone to know who my mate was and I was not ready to be mated. 

“Y/N! Wait! Where are you going? HEY!….” I heard Kia call out to me. But I was driven forward. I did not want the group to know where I was going. I slipped into the club. The music was blaring. I had never been to this club because I despised its purpose. It was a dance club at face value but also a well-known place for humans who had a wolf or vampire fetish. This was a place where humans could pay for a lap dance or “other services” so they could get off on their fucking fantasies. This was also the spot for them to live out their fantasy of fucking our kind. I wanted to rip the owner's throat out for this undignified display of our people. And I wanted to punish my fellow wolves who participated whether they were part of my pack or not. 

I could hear Nam Joon now, “Just let it be, they're not being forced. Y/N these are wolves who want to be here. Let them have their fun”. I knew he was right and I always kept my true feelings and thoughts to a few of my close and trusted confidants, Nam Joon being one of them. Even though I carried generations of rage memories, it was every Wolves Governor's job to hold space for that rage of the pain and suffering of our ancestors at the hands of humans and harness it to be good leaders who would not harm our kind. But it was extremely difficult. The burden was often too great for me to carry but I knew I just had to. 

I pushed through the throngs of crowds following my wolf’s hunt for the owner of this intoxicating scent. I wondered who they would be, would they be from my pack or tribe or a neighboring tribe? Would they be someone I already knew? Knowing they were here at Club Oasis angered me that they would be here probably looking to fuck a human. How dare they. I felt a deep belly growl escape my throat, my wolf's wrath building merely at the thought of someone else touching the owner of this scent. Fuck, my wolf wanted them and there would be nothing standing in the way nothing to stop her, I was for the first time truly terrified. I was on the verge of losing all control, I knew I was close. I could feel myself salivating and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. There I found him pushing his way to the back. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I closed in on him, my eyes were dilated and I could feel myself trembling with excitement. I lingered about a foot behind him, I was closing in on him. I didn't know what I would do when I cornered him because as of right now I was led by the lustful thoughts of my hungry wolf. Finally, our moment had arrived as I caught the door staying on his heels.

“Jackson, I'm buzzed as fuck, I told you I’m trying to be a good man…fu–ck”.

I cut him off in mid-sentence as I whirled him around pushing him up against the wall forcefully. Had I lost my fucking mind, I felt as if I was having an out-of-body experience, it was wrong all of it was wrong. What the fuck was I doing.  CHAPTER ONE

“.....” he was completely speechless staring at me, I could only hear the sound of breathing and the rapid beating of both our hearts. I was trembling as I held him against the wall against his will. I could feel how tense he was from the grip of my hands on his biceps, I could see the glowing ember of my eyes in the reflection of deep chocolate-colored orbs. I couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him. He was fucking beautiful. She wanted him, fuck I wanted him. I slowly brought my nose to his chest, breathing him in shaking at each breath as I trailed up towards his neck. I couldn't help my eyes rolling back into my head as I pressed my face into his neck inhaling him. My wolf let out a deep growl and my throat released a deep moan just after. I pressed my hips into him as I inhaled his neck moaning into him and taking in his scent.

“Oh my god you smell so fucking good…fuck…” I couldn't stop my tongue from making contact with his neck as I licked a wide fat strip up to his ear suckingly his earlobe. A hiss escaping his mouth.

“Fuck.. I’m so sorry–, I know—- this is—so— fu–cked up...”, I mumbled as I continued my assault on his neck, licking and sucking as he just stood there, his body relaxing into mine, a tent forming in his jeans. He wasn’t scared, he was turned on. I could feel him pressing his hard length against my core, I loved the friction and I needed more. I released my grip on one of his biceps, lacing my free hand fingers into his head, jerking his head back as I continued to worship his neck. I felt his free arm wrap around my back pulling me closer to him. I continued to suck at his neck, my canines protruding and raking against his skin, my wolf wanted to claim him and I couldn't stop it. I released his other bicep, grabbing at his face and tasting his mouth. I invaded him with my tongue winning and dominating as he submitted to me. After all, I am the Tribe Alpha and next potential Alpha Governess, his wolf should know better is what I thought at the time. I explored his mouth, no canines, no fangs. Still exploring every crevice of his delicious mouth. I raked my hand down his chest slipping into the front of his pants grasping his erection exploring its velvety length and girth. No bulb tip knot, even though he was hard as fuck. His scent engulfing, taunting me, I was delirious, his grunting and quivering against my touch exciting me more than I could imagine. 

“Fu-ck, I want you–I’m sorry….” I pumped his cock slathering his pre-cum all over his length, I wanted him in my mouth and inside me. My wolf would wait no more. I grasped at his hair, jerking his neck once again as I kissed down his chin to his neck, pumping faster and squeezing him harder. His moans and grunting push me near the edge. 

“Do whatever the fuck you want…”, his voice was deep and panting in my ear as I released his cock and grabbed his free hand shoving his fingers into my wet cunt. I shuddered as he needed no other hint as he pumped his long slender fingers in and out the squelching sounds of his fingers in my cunt his precum all over his cock as my hand returned to pumping him. My wolf snapped at the sound of his whimpers and without my control my canines elongated, piercing his skin at the base of his neck. I felt my wolf mating essence release and the taste of human blood filling my mouth as I came all over his fingers and he came all over my hand warm and sticky. 

“Fuck!” I growled as my orgasm washed over me and realization sank in. He was a fucking human and I gave him my once-in-a-lifetime mating bite, I took a claim, there was no turning back. I had marked him with my DNA and I too had his DNA as I tasted him. I had beyond fucked up. I licked the deep wound on his neck stopping the bleeding, his moans filling my ears. ‘Stop. Stop what you're doing. That voice of reasoning in my head seconds way too late. 

I pushed away from him, shouting, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! NO!”I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as he slipped down the wall landing in a sitting position. He had a beautiful fucked out smile on his face and glossy eyes. 

“I guess I should thank you for the best fucking orgasm of my life,” a small chuckle leaving his beautiful mouth. His eyes flutter shut, blood still spilling from my mating bite that wasn't meant for him. He wasn’t healing because he was not a wolf but a fucking human. 

“Y/N! What the fuck! Why did you run off like th—-t. WHOLLY SHIT! What the fuck did you do YN!!!!”. I turned to KIA, what a sight she must have seen. Blood down my chin, canines bearing, eyes the color of flames, nails elongated, sex, and my mating bite scent in the air. I saw the look of shock and terror in her eyes, her eyes darting back and forth between me and the human slumping against the wall. 

“What the fuck did you do! FUCK Y/N!”

“No KIA DON'T YOU DARE!”, I commanded her to stop, I knew she would call for Nam Joon. Her eyes were pleading.

“I got this, catch us a cab. I’ll take care of it.” It was too late though, I saw Nam Joon bolting around the corner of the alley. The look in his eyes was hatred I thought. 

“Kia, I got this, go back to the group and tell the group Y/N had to take care of personal business”. I look a Nam Joon with sorrow, he knew I fucked up big time, and he knew how disappointed I was in myself. How could this fucking happen? I turned to the beautiful human on the ground who was slowly losing consciousness, because of my mating bite. I watched Nam Joon take his shirt off handing to me as he continued on the phone. I wrapped the shirt on the human's neck placing pressure as I hoisted him in my arms. A black car with dark-tinted windows pulled up. I carried the human in my arms placing him in the back seat as I slid in as well my eyes meeting with the other passenger.

“Drive us home”, his voice soft as Nam Joon jumped in the front seat passenger. 

“Jimin, I owe one”. I said keeping my eyes on the human.

“You own me more than that Y/N, this will be going to cost you greatly.” His eyes pierced mine as he tore into his wrist allowing his blood to flow as I helped the human sit up to drink Jimin’s blood moments before passing out. 

I grabbed the vibrating phone from the Human pocket. Text messages and calls flood his phone.

Text Messages:

“TaeHyung you good?”

“Tae where are you?”

“You better not be running back to that stupid bitch, you deserve better man”

“I hope you're getting some good as wolf pussy or Vampi Pussy”

“Tae Hyung we are leaving this club call me”

“Baby? Where are you? I’m sorry. I don’t want to be on a break anymore. I need you…come to me.”

I texted all but one back saying “I went home I’m good”. Tae Hyung, I whispered his name to myself. Tae Hyung, that Human who single-handedly ruined me. He was the beginning of my end. 

****************** Thank you so much for reading! Can't wait to hear what you think! Reblogs so mcuh appreciated and feedback keep me motivated to keep writing! :)

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[btsugarush]

GANGSTA | myg [teaser]

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

word count: 931

Your heels clicked against the pavement as you walked the empty streets alone. You were glad to have picked a restaurant that wasn’t too far from your apartment because nothing was scarier than Daegu at night. It didn’t matter if you lived in the suburbs or not. The freaks tend to come out at night.

Bright headlights suddenly beam behind you, flashing on and off as though the driver was trying to catch your attention. “Hey, Y/N!” A familiar voice called out to you.

You stop walking, watching as a black SUV pulls up beside you. Nam-Joon sticks his head out the window, smirking down at you from the truck. You notice in the car with him are three other guys that you recognize from Yoongi’s gang. You suddenly got this uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“What a coincidence finding you out here, doll,” His eyes raked up and down your body. “You shouldn’t be walking alone at this time of night, especially dressed like that. A lot of suspicious characters roam around this time,”

‘Yeah, and you’re one of them.’ You thought.

“Hop in. We’ll take you home.” He offers, but for some reason it felt backhanded. “No thanks,” you decline. “I’m not far from home, I can handle walking.” You turn on your heels, carrying on with your walk. Nam-Joon slowly follows you in the SUV, not taking no for an answer. “Oh c’mon, I’m just tryna do something nice,” He remained persistent. “At least I’m not leaving you high and dry like your boy Jungkook.”

You come to a complete stop upon hearing Jungkook’s name. How did he know you were meeting Kookie tonight? Better yet– how did he know that Jungkook was a no show? You turn to him, your suspicions heightened. “How did you know I was supposed to be meeting Jungkook?” Joon shrugs his shoulders, a sly grin on his face. “Just an estimated guess. I mean, isn’t he the reason you broke it off with the boss?” The question comes off hostile, almost bitter-like.

You swallowed the lump that sat still in the back of your throat, the atmosphere becoming more ominous by the minute. “So, you gettin’ in?” You shook your head. “I-I’m good...” You move forward, picking up your speed away from the SUV. If he and those other men tried anything you were definitely outnumbered by a long shot. You could hear Joon casually whistling in the distance, and as you peer back at the car you see he’s still sitting where you left him.

Relief washes over you as you turn back to see your apartment come into view. You quickly enter the building, practically sprinting down the hall to your unit. You dig through your purse in search of your key, shifting the clutter of makeup around, but had no luck finding the tiny piece of metal.

The sound of whistling swiftly echoes through the hallway, and your heart begins to pound heavily against your chest in a panic. “Come on, come on, come on...” Your voice quivered in fear. “Where the fuck is it?”

Fed up, you flip your purse upside down and shake out all of its contents; a bunch of makeup, your wallet, and pepper spray all drop to the floor. You continue to shake the bag until finally your key falls out with a loud clunk. You snatch it from the floor, shoving it into the keyway so viciously that you thought the end might snap off. You hastily push open the door before slamming it shut, and locking it behind you.

Your head rests against the doorframe as you try to calm yourself down. You were trembling. Who knows what would have happened if Joon got ahold of you, or if you were moronic enough to get inside that car. You’ve seen firsthand what he’s capable of, and that whole encounter was very minacious. There’s a reason he’s Yoongi’s right hand man.

You check out your peephole, making sure he wasn’t standing outside of your unit. It would take nothing for him to simply kick down this door, but at least the ruckus would catch the neighbor's attention. They could possibly call the police, or at least identify him if they witnessed the ordeal.

It didn’t take a genius to know that Yoongi was behind this. He had to have set this whole thing up. You were stupid to believe he would so willingly let you just end your relationship with him, no matter how cool he played it off. You knew what kind of twisted man he was, you’ve seen him coldly take the lives of others without even a blink or afterthought.

You kicked your heels from your feet, before you shuffled to your bedroom. You debated on calling Kookie again to make sure he was okay. You were beginning to get a really bad feeling that something happened to him.

You pull open the sliding door, switching on your bedroom light as it was pitch black. When the room lights up, you freeze in place, as you’re met with a pair of sinister eyes glaring at you. “Did you enjoy your little date?”

“Y-Yoongi…” Your voice hitches in your throat. The raven haired man is sitting on the end of your mattress, his arms rested on his knees. His hair is hanging in his face, almost covering his eyes. The sight made him look even more feral. “H-how did you get into my apartment?” You questioned timidly.

“I’m a fucking criminal, Princess. Did you forget that?”

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[dollfacerecs]

— kim ⋆ nam ⋆ joon

knj fic recommendation list by clover. 🍀 ↓

♡ = smut ; ♤ = angst ; ♧ = fluff ; ♕ = favorite

main list

♢ love ; ♡, ♤, || series — by @hamsterclaw

⇝ exhusband!joon, exes w benefits // i love me a good asshole!member so this is right up my alley. so cocky so arrogant. refuses to say he wants or loves you but refuses to let you go. just good angst n smut.

♢ the bodyguard ; ♡, ♤, ♧ || one-shot — by @rmnamjoons

⇝ bodyguard!joon, richgirl!reader // guys like this is. so mindblowing. 60k+ words for a one-shot are you insane?? it’s sooo good. the mutual pining, the protectiveness, the PLOT like omg STORYYYYY like this is really good. and sum good ole smutty smut. i liked this a lot. very gewd.

♢ fallen ; ♡ || one-shot — by @hamsterclaw

⇝ angel!joon, clingy!joon // guys like imagine a giant like joon just following u around and staying in ur wake ughh i love him i need him this was good. yes.

♢ run ; ♡, ♤ || one-shot — by @hamsterclaw

⇝ detective!joon, shady!reader // beware, mentions of abuse & stalking! no cause detective joon has me sold already so why aren’t u reading this rn.

♢ false awakening ; ♡, ♧ || one-shot — by @taleasnewastime

⇝ bestfriend!joon, one bed // the slow build up of both of them testing the waters yesss this was very delicious.

♢ pending…

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[armpirate]

The Only One || JJK || Ch. 1

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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MASTERLIST

Seoul, South Korea. 02:23 am

Over the techno music, drowned by the thick walls separating the nightclub from the basement, the dry and hollow sound of the wooden bat against the stomach and chest of the man collapsing on the floor echoed between the four walls.

—Take it like a good girl —gasped a masculine, yet sweet voice—. Now tell me where's my money.

—I don't know —the old man lying on the floor cried, while raising his hands—. I promise I don't know.

—So you can't give Jeon's money back, yet you're paying 800,000 wons to get your cock sucked? —the military boots fly to the man's chubby chest.

—Gil —the pain he was going through was almost palpable through his cracked voice—. Nam Gil. He was the one in charge of the distribution.

—I don't give a fuck who was in charge of the distribution —the brunette yelled, grabbing the almost unconscious man by the collar—. You're the one who's in control of what your boys do, and that includes Nam Gil. If one of your boys loses our money, you're the one making up for it.

—Don't tell Jeon —the middle aged man sounded desperate—, please. I'll get the money. I will —his pupils were shaking while trying to convince the man in front of him—. Please —he sobbed—. I will do whatever you want.

—Oh, whatever he wants?

Nobody needed to actually see him, the tone and sound of his voice made everyone go quiet. The tension was palpable as soon as everyone recognized his deep melodic voice, sharper than the different knives aligned on the table.

He appeared through the darkness, imposing his heavy presence over everyone in the room, as if everything that was going on just a few seconds ago was a child's play. Things were serious now that he was there.

—What were you willing to do, Min Joon? —he questions, raising one of his eyebrows— Were you trying to make my men betray me?

—No, oh my god, no —he shook his head, replying with a trembling voice—. I just need time, Jeon. Please.

—But you got time, didn't you? —Jungkook grabbed his jaw, forcing the man to look at him— You got time, and from what I see you also got some of the money. Used it for something better, I see.

—I'm sorry. I'm sorry —he kept repeating.

—I know you are —his expression softened for one second—. I'm sure you regret it, and you are more than ready to work again to make this all up.

—Yes, sir —the old man was close to breaking in whimpers and sobs.

—Give me the towel —Jungkook ordered one of his men.

—Wha...

—Give me the fucking towel —he raised his voice.

The change in his voice, from soft to rough, made everyone jump and remember who they were dealing with. The younger of them rushed to grab the white towel and hand it to their boss, whose expression was again neutral.

Giving the tied man a small smile, he started cleaning the blood that was coming out of his rounded big nose. He was gentle, calm, cleaning everything and making Min Joon relax. It's like he was sure Jungkook wouldn't lay a hand on him after his promises.

—So, Nam Gil? —Jungkook asked, stepping back again and throwing the towel somewhere in the room— He's the man I should be looking for.

Min Joon nodded fast, stuttering on his words while trying to answer vocally.

—He works for you, right? —Jungkook waited for the old man to nod so he could continue— He lives with his family in Guryong, doesn't he? —Min Joon nodded again— Hmm. Horrible ass tattoo on his leg?

The tied man then understood what was going on, there was no hope for him because they already caught the person he was willing to snitch on to be free. He saw Jungkook taking a plastic bag out of his pocket, before he threw something to his naked leg. When he lowered his eyes, he saw the tattooed skin layer of Nam Gil, shining under the lights because of the blood and the fresh cuts.

His breathing stopped when he realized what happened. Lungs totally closed, with his heart racing faster than it ever did while Jungkook's eyes were radiating with the most sadistic ideas.

—It's so funny —he commented—. Before shitting on himself while being flayed alive, he mentioned you were trying to hide the merch to make more money out of it —Jungkook scoffed.

Grabbing the man by the sideburns, he forced him to look at his eyes. Jungkook slicked his tongue through his front teeth, smiling before he pulled away.

—I didn't want to scare you, Joon —he apologized, moving his hands to his shoulders—. But you do understand that these guys right here respecting me depends on you respecting me. And if you don't respect me, you need to face the consequences —his pierced eyebrow raised again—. I promise I don't want to do this, but I have to.

Jungkook finally stood up, looking at the man lying clumsily on the chair, desperate to keep the balance. Lifting two of his fingers, he signaled one of his men to walk towards him.

—Let's give our guest a lesson for free —his dark eyes went down to Min Joon again—. See? Not only I'm letting you live, but I'm also reminding you things you should already know, without having to pay a thing —he tilted his head—. What should you say?

—Th... Th... —the man shook his head, trying to clear himself and manage to let the words leave his thin lips properly—. Thank you, Jeon —he gulped the thick knot on his throat.

—You're welcome —getting ready to leave the place, he turned to Min Joon again—. I want the merch and the penalty in less than twenty-four hours —turning to the man with long hair, he smiled—. Do you have his food?

The long haired man drew a sided and twisted smile slowly, just to nod and assure his boss that everything was under control.

Turning around, Jungkook made his way out through the dark alley, where a black Audi e-tron GT was waiting for him. The tall muscular man opened the door for him as soon as Jungkook's shade in the distance turned into his clear figure walking towards him with a pissed off face.

He had better things to do than dealing with bullshit like this.

As he got in the car, his phone started ringing in his pocket. And it didn't take him long to guess who could it be.

—Jimin, you better have good news.

—Why so serious, Kook? —mocked the masculine voice on the other side.

The silence in his car only made Jimin sigh and mutter a low "Fine", giving in to what Jungkook wanted from him: an update on the negotiation.

—Remember Pedro Montes? —Jungkook rolled his eyes at the name.

—What about him?

—He's in charge of absolutely everything that happens here: drugs, gambling... He has a lot of contacts, but he said he'll only accept if you're the one he directly talks to.

—Me? Why me? —he frowned— You're there in representation of our team.

—He said something like "getting the man of Korea out of Korea" —Jimin scoffed—. He won't sit for negotiations if it's not with you. He was pretty clear with that.

After winning a spot in Marseilles, where they worked closely with other European mafias, Spain was the only place they were craving to get a spot in -moving constantly from the south to the north, until they thought they found a place in a small island located at the north-east of the Peninsula.

And it seems like it won't be enough with Jimin being there this time.

✸ ✸ ✸

Palma de Mallorca, Spain. 07:23 pm

That time of the year in Mallorca was one of the best for her. The weather wasn't too cold, but it wasn't too hot either. It was the perfect balance between the two extremes. It wasn't that full of tourists either, which made the island accessible and enjoyable for a few more weeks before tourists started raining there.

She also loved every bit of that time of the year because it allowed her to walk everywhere, without worrying about the rain or or the sweat coating her body because of the hotness -there was nothing worse than feeling that sticky liquid, and the fabric humid under her armpit after an hour of being outside.

Y/n carried the bag on her back after a grocery shopping day that got it filled with different things. And, as she crossed the bridge and entered Son Gotleu (1), she realized how living in this neighborhood was never part of her plans. It was her day to day thought, every single time she came here from work or grocery shopping. It hit her how that was her reality after seven years.

As deeper in the neighborhood she got, the harder the smell of parched pee was -mixed with the smell of pot that came from the group of dealers sitting in a bench while waiting for the night to come. The deeper she walked into the neighborhood, the more she remembered why she stayed here despite having the resources to leave and cross the pont.

She entered the communal courtyard of the old block, seeing the same old ladies of every day peeking their heads out of the balconies.

—Coming from work? —asked one of them, raising her voice.

—No, I'm coming from doing some shopping, but I'm leaving again soon —Y/n trumpeted, walking up the stairs as fast as she was able to.

The old ladies started talking between them again, something that only made her smile because it was quite a usual thing for them. Checking who came and left, and discussing the vast amount of possibilities of where that person came from or where they were heading to.

It used to bother Y/n. Until she realized all these people had nothing better to do. They barely were able to leave their homes, strutting around the neighborhood was something that didn't cross anyone's mind -especially when it was already dark.

—Oh, you're back —the old man smiled wide when he heard the door.

—Yup, but not for too long —she made her way to where he was.

When she crossed the double door to the living room, she found Jorge sitting in his corner on the couch, watching one of those cowboy movies that were only played around this time of the day.

—I bought your pills —she informed him, bringing things out of the back—, the baking soda for Carla's experiment, those cookies you like and some vegetables. Don't eat those cookies in one sitting —she warned him.

He smiled wide as he was handed the cardboard box, kissing the young girl's forehead before he went back to the couch.

Jorge was like a father to her when he collected her from the streets. He looked after her, while he was able to. That's why now that he was in such a critical state because of a heart attack he had two years ago, she didn't doubt on helping him the same way he helped her -and it was the same way for Carla, Jorge's teen granddaughter.

They were the only family she's had in the -almost- past decade.

Five minutes later, she was heading out of the building again to take the bus to her workplace. Ready for a new day, or at least she was psyching up on the idea that she was ready for whatever could happen that night. That was part of her job, never knowing what she could come upon.

As the bus crossed the same bridge she crossed just fifteen minutes earlier, she saw the contrast clearer. And she could only wish all the effort she was making would put her, Carla and Jorge on the other side as well. One step forward to a better life.

Another reason why she loved that weather so much... She could wear a jacket, and put the hood on to hide her face and hair as she was getting closer to her workplace. She was able to hide that she was getting into one of the most known brothels in Mallorca. Because working one hour away from home by bus would never be enough to hide what she was doing there.

Nobody would know it was a whorehouse if they saw it while passing by. When you first get in, it seems like the typical bar, but when you go downstairs... That's the reality of that place. Girls swaying her hips on pools, surrounded by men in heat fighting for who runs faster to book the best girl in that place.

Portals Nous gave the establishment some caché, most of the clients were rich assholes desperate to get their dicks wet without their wives knowing, but there were also average men that were willing to spend half of their salaries in just two nights.

That was the reality, her reality.

1*: One of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Mallorca. 

Taglist: @kaiparkerwifes @sheylamc

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[94blazed]

PUDDLES

Pairing: KNJ x reader

WC: 2.1k

Genre: smut, fluff, crack

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: dom nam, aggressive sex, biting, nipple play, big dick namjoon (obvi) •pls lmk if i missed any :)

Summary: after finishing up the last day of ptd la the boys make their way to vegas to check out allegiant stadium for ptd lv. Reaching the nearest motel, you and the boys settle down for the night. In which namjoon had other plans and that’s finding a jacuzzi?

A/N: this is my first smut fic so pls don’t come for me 😭

⭑

Lifting your head from joons shoulder- you check to see how far away you are from the nearest motel. “25 minutes” you let out.

Looking around you see everyone out cold from the last day of ptd la. Right after the concert you guys headed to vegas to check out allegiant stadium for the measurements of the props. Taking the back roads from la to vegas to avoid traffic, a 3 hour drive was not something you were used to- feeling your legs cramp, headaches coming in and you have to pee literally every 20-30 minutes.. to put it together you wont be doing this again.

Feeling movement to your left, you look over to see joon shift towards you to lean his head onto your shoulder. Feeling his oncoming warmth formed a smile on your face making you lay your head on top of his while slowly closing your eyes.

⭑ ⭑

Hearing the gravel you assumed you were in a parking lot. Opening your eyes you looked around to see everyone lifting up their heads one by one including namjoon. Lifting his head up with heavy eyes he turns his head in your direction “are we here?” he asks “yeah” you answer with a smile. Heading out the suv one by one you interlock your hand with joon as you all started to walk to the entrance. Checking in- you and the boys had booked two rooms while the rest of the staff took the others.

Once receiving the keys you guys head to your designated rooms. Feeling namjoon let go of your hand he returns the warmth with wrapping his arm around your waist along with his head plopping on top of yours. Looking up you see him more awake than before- “are you feeling tired?” namjoon looks at you “no not as much as i did before” he laughed.

Arriving at your rooms you all started to unpack your bags- finding your pjs you headed to the bathroom to change into a tshirt and some shorts (it’s vegas- you understand the heat lol) along with brushing your teeth ready to head for bed. Leaving the bathroom you look up to see yoongi & jin sharing a bed together. Yoongi being the first to fall asleep, looking over to see namjoon reading a book while waiting for you. Looking up from the pages he uncovers the blanket on your side and pats for you to come slide in with him. You end up doing so snuggling up by his side, looking up into the book he was reading, while struggling to keep your eyes open you ended up slowly falling asleep.

⭑ ⭑ ⭑

“Y/n” ears perking up “y/n wake up” cracking your eyes open you see namjoon hovering over you- “yeah what happened” you answered “I found a jacuzzi” namjoon smiled. Removing the covers you slid out the bed to put on your slippers, you and namjoon ran down the halls making it down to the first floor. Heading out through the back door- you made eye contact with the water.

Looking at namjoon you both raced over to the bubbling water- taking off your slippers you take a dip test feeling the warmth of the water spread all over your body. Taking a seat on the opposite side of the stairs you look up to see namjoon taking off his shirt- seeing his buffed out chest made you drop your jaw, he was literally sculpted by the gods who wouldn’t stare- “you’re drooling” namjoon says breaking your focus. Lifting your hand you take a swipe over your lips “no i’m not” you retort. Namjoon lets out a laugh while he lowers himself into the water. Coming up right in front of you- he grabs onto your hips pulling you right on top of him while slowly backing up onto the steps.

As doing so you set both knees on each side of namjoons thighs, in a straddling position. Feeling his hard on you wrap your arms around his neck, dropping your head back to feel the relaxation of the bubbles hitting against your back- namjoon lands his hands on your hips sliding them down to grab a handful of your ass causing you to look back at him.“What?” “I want you” he says while pushing you down onto his clothed cock. Namjoon wastes no time in grabbing ahold of your nape to prep kisses all along your neck.

“Namjoon someone might catch us out here” you let out “don’t get all shy on me now babe” licking his lips. Rolling your eyes he continues “plus we’re the only two out here- it’s 2am i doubt they’ll think people are out here” starting back up where he left off- he latched down on that sweet spot he knows best. Letting out a moan he slowly grabs onto your hips while pushing you down onto his cock- feeling how large he is through his shorts made you dizzy. Slowly you started to make your own motion into grinding down on him- making him grip onto the skin of your hips, slowly namjoon grabbed ahold of the end of your shirt to pull it off of you in one swift move only leaving you bare- “they’ve grown” he stares, covering your chest you look up at him “stop lying” “I'm not” he laughs.

Namjoon then grabs ahold of your arms and starts removing them away from your chest, once they were off he goes ahead and cups them while gently giving them a squeeze. “See I told you” blushing up you ended up getting really hot along with the jacuzzi “can we go in the pool I'm getting a little hot” he agrees while handing you back your shirt, getting off of him you both start exiting the jacuzzi and headed to the steps of the pool, feeling the water hit you felt refreshing. Once you were at least 5 ft into the water you started pulling your shirt back off, not even a second after it was off you were slammed against the wall- looking up you see namjoon “i can’t wait anymore” wasting no time he starts to attack your lips, biting down so hard you’ve could’ve sworn you tasted blood. He then continued to lower his lips all across your body, from your jaw to your neck down to his destination. your chest.

Leaving marks only he can see, going even lower he ends up grabbing ahold of both of your breasts attacking your left nipple with his lips. Circling the bud with his tongue you let out a moan, moving your hand to grip onto his hair- not leaving the other alone he flicks and pinches your right with the same pace as his tongue. Looking down while he’s in motion he meets your gaze through hooded eyes- a look that always hits your core. Feeling as he read your mind he begins to slide his right hand down to the band of your shorts- sliding past he lands his fingers onto your clit. Letting out a gasp he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. With his tongue getting a taste of you and his hand doing wonders on your clit had you scratching onto the walls- letting go you return the favor with you latching onto his neck licking into his sweet spot.

Letting go of your nipple he hisses out. “Y/n”- taking your hand from behind your back you land your hand on his hard cock. One of your favorite things about namjoon was his length- fills you up so good not one part is left out, especially the way he drills you into the mattress drives you absolutely insane. Sliding your hand through the band of his shorts you slip your thumb over his swollen slit, slowly pumping his tip, “fuck” he lets out “faster” you did as he said pumping his whole length.

Getting through his own pleasure he grabbed onto the waistband of your shorts sliding them off with a groan as you still had your hands on him. Of course you didn’t wear any panties so it was more of an easy access. Once he slid off your shorts he placed his thumb back against your clit while his two fingers slid along your folds collecting your arousal. Without warning he plunged in his fingers causing you to let out a cry. Namjoon loved hearing those sweet noises you let out it was one of the things he looks forward to but tonight he wanted to hear them even more...

With his free hand he grabbed onto your throat- pushing you back against the wall leaving your head to hang over the concrete floor, he slowly replaced your hand with his to pump himself all while letting out a few groans. Picking you up from the back of your thighs- you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. He couldn’t wait anymore- knowing he was swollen and ready to burst at any given moment, rubbing his tip at your entrance he slowly started to push the head of his cock into your cunt. Gripping onto your thighs from the pleasure you were giving him "ah fuck" he lets out. Biting down onto his lip he puts his hand back onto your clit while slowly rubbing circles. Feeling as you were starting to tighten around him, you both let out in unison “shit”.

Knowing that he’s big he doesn’t want to hurt you but you feeling so good like this makes him blur out that worry… He has a lot more self control than you think, so he just waits until you give him the signal to let him take over. Letting out a hiss he watches as he disappears into you “fuck your so tight”. Finally pushing himself all the way in, you both let out a gasp of both pain and relief.

Panting out from the stretch you start to feel the pleasure overcome the pain. Looking up at namjoon you give him the sign to start moving, dragging out his cock and plunging back into you caused you to let out a few moans. He loved the way you clamped down onto him- the pleasure was too much for him to take so he leaned over to bite down onto your shoulder to stop him from cumming into you right then and there. By then he had picked up the pace, slamming back into you with forced causing the water to splash out onto the concrete- “faster namjoon” looking up he followed your demand and rammed back into you with a force that sent you seeing stars. “fuck fuck I'm close joon” through clenched teeth he felt you reaching your climax with the way you pulsated around him.

He slowly pulled out, with you thinking he was teasing he grabbed ahold of your shoulders, turned you around and slammed you back against the wall. Feeling the way your nipples brushed against the rough wall. Namjoon grabbed onto his cock and slid it back in with ease. Grabbing onto your hips, nails digging into your skin he slammed back into you with a much stronger force than before.

Reaching up to your ear he licked onto your lobe “don’t cum until i say so, we’ll come undone together” whimpering at his response you felt him snake his hand back to your clit rubbing circular motions. With you gripping onto the ledge he took a glance at the way your ass smacked against his pelvis, one of his many favorite views of you.

With you clamping down on him he lets out a series of moans that resulted in his speed to increase. Adjusting his angle he knew he found your gspot with the way you tried pushing him off. It only caused him to grip onto you tighter, with the force he was putting in had caused more water to spill out. “Fuck joon fuck" feeling your abdomen tighten you couldn't hold it any longer. He felt the way you were tightening around him-made his own orgasm approach much quicker, giving you a few more thrusts “give it to me” releasing your juices together left you both panting out loud- “fuck” namjoon lets out feeling as how you milked him dry.

Once namjoon became soft enough he pulled out of you, leaving you with the feeling of emptiness. You go down grabbing your shorts from the bottom of the pool, coming back up to see namjoon putting his shirt over your body. Pecking your lips and throwing his arm around your shoulder you both started walking back up the steps, slipping a bit you look at the floor to see puddles of water all around the pool- looking up at namjoon to see his reaction “seems like you took it pretty good” covering up your face from embarrassment he lets out a laugh “well I guess now they’ll know people were out here huh”

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A/N: thank you sm for reading! I'm hoping I fit to your expectations :,) feedback is much appreciated, either way you guys reading my story is all I need <3 thank you again!

#bts masterlist #bts namjoon #namjoon smut #bts smut #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader

[davinashifts333]

DATING KIM NAMJOON PT. 1:

⚫️summary; what I think dating Nam-Joon is like based off my initial thoughts on this gorgeous man & just how I believe he’s gonna be in my Fame DR (yes reality shifters are welcome here. gang gang.)

⚠️warnings; fluff, Joonie being a cutie, teef rotting FLUFF with Joonie, Kim Nam-Joon, Nam-Joon, implied smut, some swearing, Nam-Joonah, etc. 18+ so gtfo if you’re not. k thx bye.

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-being best friends with the Bangtan boys.

-being like the little sister to them especially because they love to tease you about yours and Joonie’s relationship.

-“Ahh! Y/n and NamJoon! Make him and Appa Y/n! NamJoon, marry her. NamJoon, aren’t you soooo lucky? She’s perfect for you ah? Y/n isn’t he just so handsome? Wow. You scored the big guy.” -Mostly Jin and Hobi but also Jungkook.

-Jungkook loving that you’re younger than him so that makes you the official maknae of the group (because since you got the PIPES, they let you sing vocals on some tracks with them & welp, they made you an honorary Bangtan Member).

-V being like the male version of you so you both consider each other brother and sister.

-being a maknae & all the hyungs being over protective of you especially because they see you as their “little sister”.

-being Jimin’s go to pillow because he loves seeing NamJoon jealous.

-You knowing Korean but not saying anything until you start scaring the boys with full on convos in Korean;

-“야, 우리 오늘 뭐해? (ya, uli oneul mwohae?/hey, what are we doing today?)” -Y/n

-“도대체 한국어를 어떻게 알아요? (dodaeche hangug-eoleul eotteohge al-ayo?/how the hell do you know korean?)” -Hobi

-“마법? 어떻게 생각해 바보. (mabeob? eotteohge saeng-gaghae babo./magic? what do you think fool?)” -Y/n

-the Bangtan boys being so fascinated with how you are so similar to Joonie but also so different from him.

-“V was making fun of me today, he said you make me more confident and some how more clumsy.” -Joonie

-“He’s not wrong. You broke a vase when I said hi last week. Then? You went to a photoshoot and killed it. I’d like to take credit for the last part… Not the vase though.” -Y/n

-Driving everywhere because Joonie CANNOT be trusted with a driver’s license.

-Calling Namjoon; Appa, Joonie, Nam-Joonah, Namu, RM, RapMoni, Daddy Mon, etc.

-Namjoon calling you; his Baby, Flower, Darling, Sweetheart, Y/n/n, Babygirl, Princess, etc.

-S I Z E K I N K !

-D A D D Y K I N K !

-You, speaking fluent Korean, sometimes still mess up & he just says; “you’re doing great baby, keep going.”

-LIKE SIR. UNALIVE ME RIGHT NOW!

-T H I G H K I N K !!!

-you working out with Joonie but not being able to keep up because this fool likes to be FIT & you just wanna be healthy, not a muscle builder.

-Art Museum Dates. 🥺

-featuring in some BTS & RM songs.

-him writing songs/raps about you & then performing them but before he starts he says; “This one is for My Girl, who’s stood by me at my worst, or what I believe is my worst but she helps me understand is just the lower moments in life that she makes brighter by being at my side.”

-being THE BEST of friends with the Bangtan boys & them always mimicking little habits you have.

-painting Joonie’s nails.

-dyeing your hair & using the remainder on Joonie, so you end up matching.

-THE BEST CUDDLES EVER.

-traveling everywhere where there’s good museums or thick luscious forests so you & Joon can get away from the crazy reality you both live.

-due to you having your own music career, you write songs about Joon which the boys mess with you about.

-“Ahhhh, look at this single, 2017?! THIS WAS BEFORE YOU STARTED DATING! NAMJOONAH LISTEN! SHE WAS ALREADY SMITTEN!” -Jin

-“Jin NO! SHUT IT OFF!” -Y/n chasing Jin with a weapon (not really a weapon more like a big add pillow that would knock him on his ass).

-i really, HEAVILY, WHOLEHEARTEDLY believe Joonie would have a kink about seeing you in his clothes so when you’re usually alone you wear biker shorts & a big sweater of his that fits you damn near like a dress & he is just flustered the whole time.

-“You know? I kind of like the feeling of not having to wear anything under here.” -Y/n teasing Namjoon.

-“That’s enough. Go to my room. I’ll be there in 10.” -Joon whispering in Y/n’s ear.

-B E S T S E X E V E R.

-passionate sex where he admired every inch of your body simply because he’s claimed it as his & no one can make him feel what you can & vice versa.

-the boys teasing you about your size;

-“Namjoonah, are you sure you’re being careful with her, she’s tiny. Y/N! COME! Stand right here. Namjoonah you next to her.” -Jin being the hyung he is.

-“Jinhyung please stop. I KNOW she’s tiny. Bu-” -Jin lifts his finger automatically hushing Joon.

-“JIMINIE! Assume your position.” He shouts & Jimin is not between you & Joon.

-“Ahhh yes. Just as I suspected. Jimin is taller. Wow. How have you not broken her Namjoonssi?” -Jin, with a very serious look on his face.

-“Are we done now? I may me tiny… But I will kick your ass…” -Y/N as she glared at the boys.

-they all burst into laughter because of how funny she looks, arms crossed, furrowed eyebrows and all.

-dating Namjoon is just so pure & full of love yet so passionate & dirty at times.

-LIKE WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MAN IS SO FINE. SO SCRUM-DILLY-ICIOUS!! 🥺🔫

-he is so sweet & gentle at times but when he’s had a tough day or us upset about something he will come in through the front door, straight face & all, ready to either tear you apart or devour you, or both.

-buys you a matching bonsai to his so you can both have them be a couple. 🥺

-dies a little when he sees you performing because he is just so fucking proud of you but also when he sees you in the crowd of his shows with the boys. he is so happy to see you standing with the other millions of people he loves with his entire heart. (obvi he loves you most but you know) he claims it makes him feel whole. the way you feel when you see HIM at your shows.

-in conclusion dating Kim Namjoon is literally a motherfucking gift, a blessing, a fucking miracle that you were touched to receive because he is just everything you ever wished for & so much more. it’s an everlasting love that you will tell your kids, grandkids & GREAT grandkids about.

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-MORE TO COME! HOPE YOU ENJOYED! 🫶🏼

#bangtan namjoon #kim namjoon #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x you #kim namjoon x y/n #kim namjoon fanfic #kim namjoon fluff #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x oc #bts namjoon #rap mon bts #rap monster #rap monster x you #davinashifts333

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MASTERLIST

CONTENT GUIDE

fluff: ღ | suggestive: ✮ | smut: 𖤐 | angst: ☾ | fem: ❀ | gender neutral: ⟡ | male: ✰

ULTS + BIASES

works for: RIIZE (라이즈)

Osaki Shotaro (大崎将太郎)

— none so far

Song Eunseok (송은석)

— none so far

Jung Sungchan (정성찬)

— none so far

Park Wonbin (박원빈)

— none so far

Hong Seunghan (홍승한)

— none so far

Lee Sohee (이소희)

— best friend: your best friend sohee offers a "no strings attached" relief from the stress of your relationship but finds himself falling in too deep. 𖤐 | ❀ | ☾ (?)

Lee Chanyoung (이찬영)

— none so far

ot7 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

works for: bangtan sonyeondan 방탄소년단

Kim Seok-Jin

— none so far

Min Yoon-Gi

— none so far

Jung Ho-Seok

— none so far

Kim Nam-Joon

— none so far

Park Ji-Min

— none so far

Kim Tae-Hyung

— none so far

Jeon Jeong-Guk

— none so far

ot7 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

works for: blackpink 블랙핑크

Jisoo

— none so far

Jennie Ruby Jane

— none so far

Rosé

— none so far

Lisa

— none so far

ot4 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

works for: seventeen 세븐틴

Choi Seung Cheol

— none so far

Yoon Jeong Han

— purple rose: you find out that your cranky boss at your bartending job turns out to be quite the mischievous co-host of an exclusive bdsm club. not wanting to back down, you try to ignore this new found info when at work. but once blurred lines are already crossed, can they really be forgotten? ☾ | 𖤐 | ❀

Joshua Hong

— let it happen: reader and joshua are in a confusing relationship. a constant tug of war over who can get each other more in love, and more heart broken. (based on gracie abrams “mess it up”) ☾ | ✮ | ❀

Wen Junhui (文俊辉)

— none so far

Kwon Soon Young

— none so far

Jeon Won Woo

— none so far

Lee Ji Hoon

— none so far

Lee Seok Min

— none so far

Kim Min Gyu

— none so far

Xu Ming Hao (徐明浩)

— none so far

Boo Seung Kwan

— new romantics: the “goody-two-shoes”, university athlete boo seungkwan encounters a “rebel against-all-odds”, biker!reader and truly learns what it means to have fun while living life for himself alongside new found, and utterly careless love. part 1 | ❀ | ✮

Hansol Vernon Chwe

— just wanna ease ya mind: based on jhene aiko’s “bed peace” ft childish gambino. (in other words, high sex with bf!vernon) ❀ | 𖤐

Lee Chan

— none so far

ot13 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

— if they had a black cat personality type s/o that showed affection (not so) subtly ღ | ⟡

— secret dating idol!svt — 95z line, & if you guys would get caught ⟡ | ღ

works for: le sserafim 르세라핌

Kim Chaewon

— none so far

Miyawaki Sakura (宮脇 咲良)

— none so far

Huh Yunjin

— none so far

Nakamura Kazuha (中村 一葉)

— none so far

will not be writing for eunchae, she is my baby but she is literally a minor & i don’t feel comfortable doing so (not even sfw)!

ot4 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

works for: t x t 투모로우바이투게더

Choi Soo Bin

— none so far

Choi Yeon Jun

— none so far

Choi Beom Gyu

— none so far

Kang Tae Hyun

— none so far

Kai Kamal Huening 정하원 休宁凯

— none so far

ot5 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

#jinxedmuse #svt writers #riize writers #blackpink #le sserafim

[muniimyg]

⋆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.

#bts smut #nam joon smut #nam joon scenario #rm imagine #bts rm fanfic #bts rm blurb #bts rm smut #joon fluff #joon college au #bts college au

[nox-writes]

First post!

Welcome to my blog! Minors please DNI, but i'm not the one to make that decision for you, i'm just warning that if you are sensitive to +18 content, please, please don't interact if you are a minor😔❤️

Here is what i write:

Alice In Borderland

Arisu, Usagi, Kuina, Chishiya, Niragi, Ann, Tatta, Kyuma, Karube, Chota, Last Boss, Aguni, Hatter, Mira, Banda, Yaba

Zelda Botw

Urbosa, Zelda, Mipha

The Maze Runner

Thomas, Newt, Minho, Gally, Winston, Frypan, Harriet

AOUAD (All Of Us Are Dead)

Mi-jin, Ha-ri, Wu-jin, Su-hyeok, Cheong-san, On-jo, Nam-ra, Gyeon-su, Gwi-nam, Joon-yeong, Dae-su, I-sak

Seventeen

All members if requested, but mostly woozi, scoups, wonwoo, jun and minghao

I write for any gender, except female, because there are too many female fics on my opinion. and if you request and the gender is not specified, i will write GN!reader.

Here is what i write for:

🍄 - Fluff

🖤 - Angst

🫶 - romantic

❤️‍🔥 - Full on smut

☠️ - Chaotic/Crack

🩷 - Headcanons

🌹 - One shots

Also:

⭐ - Writers personal favorite

I write whenever i feel like it and have the time and motivation, so definetly not every day.

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I write there too and i have some stories there if you want to check them out. Mostly Alice In Borderland.

Love ya'll and have a great day!!

#alice in borderland #aib #aouad fanfic #all of us are dead #aib fanfic #zelda botw #breath of the wild #zelda breath of the wild #the maze runner #maze runner #maze runner fanfiction #x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #seventeen x male reader #seventeen

[latinapoetbts]

The Wolf Who Hated Humans - KTH & Y/N (TEASER - some Editing)

Summary: Y/N is one of the 9 Wolf Tribe Alphas and a badass in line to be the next Governess of the 9 Tribes. The World is divided into three Regional Powers: The Vampires, The Humans & The Wolves. Each Region has its main Governor as an ultimate leader and representation. Her world is a peace for now due to a peace pact. She is a spirited fighter and great leader yet loathes humans due to the traumatic history and memories she carries of her people. What happens when she finds her mate who happens to represent everything she hates. Labels: Smut, Angst, blood, violence, Non-Con, biting, vampires, AU- Fantasy, love triangles, unrequited love, Nam Joon & Y/N Smut, Jimin & Y/N making out

Their smell was always so putrid. I hated that we had to blend in with them. I hated how it felt as if I was the only one who hated them as much as I did. I carried all the rage of 100 generations even from the beginning of our kind. The pain and suffering, loss, grief and death. We were brought nearly to the brink of extinction had it not been for the fucking bloodsuckers who truly were just a hair above them. Yet, I am still grateful for them. We only teamed up to keep the Human population in check. 

I hated how weak they were even at their very core of existence, emotionally chaotic like a fucking child even as full-grown adults. How could they have nearly destroyed us all? Humans; are weak in every aspect, physical, emotional, and psychological yet, I had to give it to them, they were still here, alive, breathing, and thriving as weak as they were. I blame their existence on our peace treaty. As weak as they were, there were just enough humans in the population who were highly intelligent. It is how they nearly destroyed us. Their intelligence and the fact that both our kinds the wolf and the bloodsuckers lust for preying on the weak. The romanticization of our kind and their fucking obsession and drive to ravage and breed the weak. And some called it love until the humans nearly genocided their halflings. Yet it was the love between our two kingdoms heads that the peace treaty was formed. 

The bloodsuckers could feed off those who broke the law, and anyone who volunteered, could feed from animals and of course, there were mandatory blood donations. This kept the bloodsuckers at bay.

Our kind, the wolves could live on our lands, each of the 9 tribes ruled our perspective territories and hunted the prey we wanted without causing extinction. We were forbidden to hunt bloodsuckers or humans. 

Humans could live as they have for thousands of years, free to roam the lands that govern their own country.

Each of our kind is allowed to live under peace treaty law. No wolves or vampires could kill a human. No Human could kill a wolf or vampire unless self-defense and it must be proven as so. Lastly, breeding or mating outside your kind was forbidden. But fucking that was a different story. Humans loved to indulge themselves and our kind was disgustingly willing to fulfill their desires. But not me, bloodsuckers were ok and fun on occasion, but humans were. Never. I’d rather gut myself. 

That was until I met him. He was beautiful, gorgeous, sexy all in one. I had seen plenty of hot human men but he was different, way different. His scent was so fucking good-looking it drove my wolf nearly delirious. I remember when his scent first hit me. Fortunately, I was hanging out with a small group of very close friends. They were well-trusted with any of my most inanimate secrets and they were loyal. It was Kia’s 23rd birthday and we were celebrating with a night out of drinking and celebrating. Kia wanted to party at the triplex strip, a border party strip. The triplex was where the Human, Vampire, and Wolf countries touched. We were bar hopping and club hopping. We had just left a bar when we passed the dance club Oasis.

That's when the most delectable scent pleasantly assaulted my senses and immediately I craved more. I needed to know what this scent was, and who the scent belonged to before my wolf went mad. I felt my wolf was dragging me along as if I were on a leash and had no choice but to follow. I was angry that I was on the verge of losing control of my wolf; in essence, myself. I was no longer a hot-headed, immature, heat-driven teen wolf. I was a mature adult wolf the current leader of our pack and the future governess of our Tribe Nation. The humiliation and rage I felt as I was dragged against my will towards this scent that brought my wolf to delirium with want. Was this the call of my mate, I had heard the leader's descendant's tribe mate call was intense but this was shocking and unexpected. I was in panic, I did not want anyone to know who my mate was and I was not ready to be mated. 

“Y/N! Wait! Where are you going? HEY!….” I heard Kia call out to me. But I was driven forward. I did not want the group to know where I was going. I slipped into the club. The music was blaring. I had never been to this club because I despised its purpose. It was a dance club at face value but also a well-known place for humans who had a wolf or vampire fetish. This was a place where humans could pay for a lap dance or “other services” so they could get off on their fucking fantasies. This was also the spot for them to live out their fantasy of fucking our kind. I wanted to rip the owner's throat out for this undignified display of our people. And I wanted to punish my fellow wolves who participated whether they were part of my pack or not. 

I could hear Nam Joon now, “Just let it be, they're not being forced. Y/N these are wolves who want to be here. Let them have their fun”. I knew he was right and I always kept my true feelings and thoughts to a few of my close and trusted confidants, Nam Joon being one of them. Even though I carried generations of rage memories, it was every Wolves Governor's job to hold space for that rage of the pain and suffering of our ancestors at the hands of humans and harness it to be good leaders who would not harm our kind. But it was extremely difficult. The burden was often too great for me to carry but I knew I just had to. 

I pushed through the throngs of crowds following my wolf’s hunt for the owner of this intoxicating scent. I wondered who they would be, would they be from my pack or tribe or a neighboring tribe? Would they be someone I already knew? Knowing they were here at Club Oasis angered me that they would be here probably looking to fuck a human. How dare they. I felt a deep belly growl escape my throat, my wolf's wrath building merely at the thought of someone else touching the owner of this scent. Fuck, my wolf wanted them and there would be nothing standing in the way nothing to stop her, I was for the first time truly terrified. I was on the verge of losing all control, I knew I was close. I could feel myself salivating and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. There I found him pushing his way to the back. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I closed in on him, my eyes were dilated and I could feel myself trembling with excitement. I lingered about a foot behind him, I was closing in on him. I didn't know what I would do when I cornered him because as of right now I was led by the lustful thoughts of my hungry wolf. Finally, our moment had arrived as I caught the door staying on his heels.

“Jackson, I'm buzzed as fuck, I told you I’m trying to be a good man…fu–ck”.

I cut him off in mid-sentence as I whirled him around pushing him up against the wall forcefully. Had I lost my fucking mind, I felt as if I was having an out-of-body experience, it was wrong all of it was wrong. What the fuck was I doing. 

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Idol Hands (M) | 02: The Black Town Car

Word Count: 4,222 | read on ao3

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Genres: Actress!Reader / Actress!You / Friends / F2L / Noona Romance / Fluff / Smut / Humor / ANGST

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

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02: The Black Town Car

You’ve never seen a shade of black so shiny. When the driver goes to help you inside, a big basket overflowing with orchids spills out the doors. You look at Tessa, and she’s just as flabbergasted.

“Can I see that again?” she asks in Korean, gesturing to the iPad tucked in the driver’s arm.

But the driver knows that this is not a mistake. His smirk says of course it’s for you. You remind yourself that your face has probably been flashing on every TV that he’s come across in the past 48 hours.

Other people are starting to take notice of you, and their phones start rising to about eye-level.

“Get in, get in,” Tessa whispers urgently, as a wave of people start shuffling toward you.

You’re still processing everything as you drive away from the airport, exit off the highway, and pull up to a red light. You see someone pointing and yelling at you.

“I can’t wait to get to the hotel,” you sigh.

“Yeah, hope this meeting doesn’t take too long,” Tessa says, typing on her phone.

“We’re not going straight there?” you say.

“No, straight to Big Hit,” she says. She looks at you and adjusts her glasses. “Are you OK? Are you feeling overwhelmed?”

To be honest, you can’t even remember what day it is. You haven’t slept much. Your phone has been blowing up nonstop since the pictures were released, and even muting notifications hasn’t solved the problem. The photos aren’t even the worst thing anymore. It’s the articles. The tweets. The speculation. Tessa’s been having to remind you to eat. Overwhelmed is an understatement.

Their studio offices look nice enough. A little different of a vibe, maybe. Cleaner, somehow. Not necessarily in quality, but in aesthetic. White spaces with white furniture. Everything looks multipurpose. Sensible. You hope this is the case for everything that goes on in this building.

You’re led to an empty conference room, and someone places a cup in front of you. You feel hazy. Tessa says thank you, and you do your best to grin in appreciation.

They could take everything you own, but at this point, you aren’t upset about it. You’re trying to prepare yourself for the shock of when it actually happens, but you know you’ll be OK without it. Any of it. It’s going to be rough for a few months, but you’ll grin and bear it. You’re completely at fault for the entire situation for being so careless. You know better than to let yourself go, even for just a few seconds. You just hope that Tessa’s life isn’t impacted in some way. You’ve got to fight for the apartment, you decide. Just make sure Tessa has shelter.

“Shelter,” you say suddenly.

“What?” Tessa asks.

“Keep the apartment,” you say, desperate to get the thought out.

“What are you talking about?”

“They’re going to take everything!” you whisper, your eyes growing wide.

Tessa dismisses you with a shake of her hand. “You need sleep. Leave this to me.”

“I just want you to have what you need, and maybe a little of what you want,” you say, as if reciting your last words. “Remember the good times, but build new ones of your own. Don’t worry about me.”

Tessa doesn’t have time for your babbling. “What exactly do you think is about to happen?”

“A lawsuit,” you say finally. “A big fat lawsuit.”

“Against?”

“Me, obviously!”

“So you think this is going to be a bad meeting?” she asks, bewildered.

“Well, yeah!”

Tessa feigns a laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

“But you are?”

“This is the best thing that could have happened to them,” she says straightforwardly.

You desperately want the information that Tessa has, but Namjoon, Jimin, and Jin are bursting in through the doors and cheering, “Noona!” with Hoseok, Taehyung, and Yoongi right behind them. Jungkook enters last, accompanied by someone who you assume is their manager.

“Sejin-ssi,” Tessa says, both of you standing.

Sejin gives a slight nod and says hello. The guys take their seats, Jungkook sitting across from you. He’s in a hoodie and looks shy and small, different from the others, different from the night you had dinner, and certainly different from the debonair guy in the pictures that are plastered seemingly everywhere you look.

“How are you holding up?” Namjoon repeats, sitting next to you and smiling. You smile weakly, and he pats you on the shoulder. You suddenly remember the dream you had of him, how he was gripping your arms and pinning them to you as he poured himself into you, and it wakes you up a bit. Your eyes linger on his dimples before Sejin gets everyone’s attention.

“Thanks for coming straight here,” Sejin says to you and Tessa. “We’ll get you on your way to your hotel before long.”

“You didn’t even give them a chance to rest first?” Jimin asks, and you feel seen.

“A precaution,” Sejin explains. “We’re so sorry. We hope your ride was comfortable and enjoyable, at least. That’s what the flowers and town car were for.”

“But that’s not all they were for, were they?” Tessa asks, and Sejin smiles.

“What do you mean?” you ask Tessa, but she and Sejin are still fixed on each other. You turn to the rest of the group. “What do they mean?”

Jungkook shrinks down in his chair.

“You put her on that stage, didn’t you?” Sejin asks.

Tessa shoots him a confident look, and Sejin nods, impressed. “Nice move.”

“Can you please explain?” you ask, blinking at Sejin expectantly.

“The publicity has gotten us even more attention, if you can believe it,” Sejin begins, picking up a tablet and casting onto a TV screen in the middle of the room.

Jungkook pulls his head back into his hood.

“We’ve all seen the pictures,” Namjoon says, noticing your shared grimace. “They’ll be gone by the end of the week.” His easy smile immediately reassures you.

“Good, then there’s no problem, right?” you ask.

“Actually, that is a problem.”

“It’s not soon enough?”

“Well, we were wondering if you’d be willing to... extend the momentum,” Sejin explains, glancing at Tessa, who is already beaming and typing an email to your PR team from her phone.

You stare at Tessa.

“Well, what does that entail?” you ask.

Tessa grins.

“We want you to fake a relationship with Jungkook,” Sejin says.

Horrified, you look back at Tessa, who nods excitedly.

You look back at Namjoon, whose shocked reaction lets you know that this is also new information for him. Jungkook, however, pulls down on the strings of his hoodie, shutting out the room. He’s been primed. That explains him trailing in the way he did, looking like he was about to pass out or vomit.

Yoongi puts a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and stares defiantly at Sejin. “Is this really necessary?”

“Yes,” Sejin says, his forehead creasing with concern. “I always try my best to cover for you all, but my reach only goes so far. This is a good way out.”

“What’s he talking about?” you ask Namjoon.

“Jungkook got into some trouble,” Namjoon explains. “He was seen by a fan while he was on a date with another idol, and they think it impacted sales of his merch.”

“So, how is a fake relationship with me giving you a way out?” you demand.

“Everyone seems to love the two of you together,” Tessa says. “People are making shirts with your faces on them, for god’s sake.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Tessa says, confirming with her phone, “they’re selling out online for as much as forty bucks a pop. Clearly we need to cash in on this.”

“We’ve particularly seen a rise in merchandise purchased by, uh…” Sejin averts his eyes from either you or Tessa, “more… mature… women.”

“So, it really is about the merch, huh,” you say, rather naively. “Consumption. This whole machine.”

“It always is,” Tessa says, “but look at how happy it makes people.”

Sejin takes the cue to change the screen, and suddenly, you’re all looking at photos of women who look more like you, all of them smiling brightly in selfies and tagging themselves as part of the “noona army”. It’s all too militaristic for your taste, but you agree that they do look happy. They could be your friends going to a concert on their night off. You find yourself smiling.

Yoongi says something about Adam Smith, and Sejin and Tessa grin in appreciation. Must be some sort of business school thing. You suddenly wish you could trade brains with Tessa just so that you could understand this cerebral plane that she, Sejin, and Yoongi seem to be on.

“Look,” Tessa says, “this is mutually beneficial. They’re helping you get some PR for your last project. You’re helping them out of a minor inconvenience.”

You see Jungkook squirm at Tessa referring to his girlfriend as “a minor inconvenience”, and your heart goes out to him.

Tessa goes on, never one to mince words. “Let’s give it a shot. Let’s see where it takes you.”

She’s loving this. You want to throw whatever’s in the cup in front of you right in her face.

You look around the room. Namjoon has returned to his level-headed persona, though he’s drumming his fingers on the table. But the shock hasn’t worn off the rest of the group. Your eyes settle on Jungkook, who is still buried under his hoodie.

“Jungkook?” you ask.

“Yes?” he says, his voice muffled.

“What do you think about all this?”

Jungkook digs himself out from his hood and pouts. “I don’t think I have much of a choice in the matter.”

“Of course you do,” Sejin replies. “Just really think about it. You’ll be signing up for a lot if you decide to go this route.”

“What are some examples of what we would be signing up for?” you ask curiously.

“Fake dates,” Sejin begins to list, “fake photo ops, fake social media posts, fake fights, and a fake breakup.”

“So we are going to break up at some point,” you clarify.

“Yeah, did you think you were going to marry him?” Tessa cracks, and Jungkook blushes.

“No,” you say, as you blush too. “I just meant that I was relieved. It sounds like this is a relatively short period of time, not something we’d have to drag out.”

“The algorithms predict that this will run out of steam within the next six months,” Sejin replies.

“Six months?” you exclaim, jumping to your feet. “That’s the entire time I’m here for my shoot! I thought it was going to be a week, maybe two tops!”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Sejin replies. “This isn’t just us playing around. This would be a second acting job.”

“Double the work?” you ask Tessa. “I thought we agreed that this was going to be my last gig!”

“It’ll pay off,” she says, looking into your eyes. “I know it.”

You know Tessa always has your best interest at heart, and if she’s looking at you like this, it’s because she has some sort of long game. And she’s met a powerful potential ally in Sejin. They’ve been trading knowing looks with each other this entire time, playing some match of mental tennis that they think you’re either too stupid to understand or too bothersome to trust with.

“I feel like a lab rat,” you mutter to yourself.

“You might be one,” Namjoon whispers to you, looking at you sadly. You catch his eyes and have the sudden craving for him to run his fingers through your hair.  

The meeting goes on, and Sejin explains the ideas that he’s had as Tessa makes suggestions. At some point, the plan crystallizes. Over the next six months, you can expect two highly public fake dates, a smattering of smaller faked outings and meetings, and a very, very public fake breakup. Obviously, you can’t date anybody else during the course of the fake relationship, lest you blow up everyone’s credibility and careers.

“Then, there’s the matter of physicality,” Sejin replies, turning a bit pink.

“Oh, are you whoring me out too?” you snipe at Tessa, who disregards your remark.

“Easy,” Sejin replies. “I’m just making it clear now that you would be under no obligation to be physical with each other. If you could just find ways that you would be comfortable with in order to, uh, shall we say, keep up the illusion.”

“A hand hidden somewhere? Maybe a couple makeout sessions?” Tessa suggests.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you mutter, and Sejin turns a deeper shade of red.

“I’m sorry,” Jin interrupts, his ears quickly becoming the same red. “I hate to interrupt this debatably important conversation, but why are we all here? Couldn’t you have just talked to Jungkook and Noona alone first?”

“Telling you as a group reinforces the amount of support needed for this whole facade,” Tessa replies.

“Or it puts pressure on them to agree to your plan,” Hoseok says, his mouth in a frown.

Tessa steadies her gaze on him. “People are going to ask you all for details.” She looks around the room, at the other members. “You need to treat this like a shared goal. A mission. When you talk about them, you have to have your story straight.”

“I’m not doing this,” Yoongi decides. “I don’t feel like it’s right or fair.”

“Me neither,” Hoseok adds.

“Then, what’s the point?” Namjoon reasons, seeing a different kind of way out. “If we’re not all willing to go along with it, then the whole thing becomes futile.”

The look on Sejin’s face says that he was expecting Namjoon to realize this, and he’s about to make his counterargument when Jungkook speaks.

“Hyung, let me do this.”

Namjoon stares at him in disbelief. “Let you?” He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table. “You want to do this?”

“I fucked up---” Jungkook flinches when he realizes what he’s said, and he looks at Sejin apologetically. “I mean, I messed up. Let me make it right. If Manager Sejin says this needs to happen, then it needs to happen.”

The tide is turning for the worse. Jungkook’s earnest plea has people second-guessing.

“Think about it, guys,” Jungkook continues. “When has Manger Sejin been wrong about anything?”

You realize that you’re done for. Jungkook has just masterfully hammered the nail in the coffin.

“You should have just kept us out of the loop completely,” Taehyung complains. “If we didn’t know the truth, we wouldn’t be lying to everyone for the next six months.”

“We need you to help double-down on the rumors,” Sejin reminds him. “We can’t trust anyone else outside of this room.”

“But I’m a terrible liar,” Hoseok says genuinely. “There’s no way I can pull this off.”

“Yeah, and just to be clear, I’m still not doing this,” Yoongi says flatly.

“This is a pretty terrible deal,” Jimin complains.

“Yeah, it is!” you echo, thankful for Jimin’s ability to voice your thoughts.

“Yeah! Jungkook has to fake date Noona, and he can’t even get laid for six months?” Jimin continues, and Namjoon smacks him on the shoulder.

Sejin looks like a teacher whose class has given up on him for the day. He removes his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just… can you two take tonight to think about it?”

You and Jungkook look at each other. His eyes are soft. Defeated. Resigned.

The ball’s in your court.

You want to tell Sejin that no matter what decision you’ll be making, you can assure him that, like the past couple of days, you will definitely be up all night, thinking about exactly this.

You wearily stare at your reflection in the mirror in Sejin’s private bathroom as Tessa fixes your makeup and hair as best as she can.  

“This is tricky,” Tessa mutters under her breath. “When we walk out of here, you’ll have to simultaneously look like this is an innocent visit with friends, or like you just visited your new boyfriend at work.”

“We’re not leaving out the back?”

“We’ve gotta do some little things while you decide. Just to buy some time.”

Tessa cleans up a spot where your eyeliner has run. “I did this wing a while ago. How is it smearing? Wait, are you crying?”

“I’m so tired,” you say. “My eyes keep watering.”

“Did you drink any of that coffee?”

“No, I really need to try to sleep after this, especially if we’re seeing Eomma and Appa later tonight.”

Tessa sighs and gives up on the makeup. She wipes everything clean and hands you her shades and a mask. “It’s insane. I know. I’m sorry. But this is the play. It’s game theory. It’s a win-win. I’m telling you.”

“I trust you, but I want to think about it,” you repeat, barely standing your ground. Though, if you aren’t careful, you might agree to anything at this point if it meant you could go to the hotel and at least try to take a nap.

Tessa finally backs off. “OK.”

“And not a word about this to Eomma or Appa.”

“Loud and clear. We’re out of here. I just need to pee.”

You step into the office, and Namjoon is standing there, waiting for you.

“Oh, hi,” you say, fiddling with Tessa’s shades and the mask she gave you.

“Hi, sorry,” he says, scratching his head and approaching you. “I don’t mean to intrude or anything. I just wanted to check on you… see if you were alright.”

“That’s really sweet. I’m fine.”

“This whole thing is so backwards,” Namjoon says, frustrated. “I didn’t know that Sejin was even capable of dreaming something up like that. I had no idea we’d be having that kind of conversation. I would have given you a heads-up.”

“How?” you ask.

“I don’t know. Make something up to Sejin.”

“And also get it past Tessa? No way.”

“I would have found you,” Namjoon insists. “I would have gotten to you somehow.”

You smile, and your heart swells. The way Namjoon gazes at you, good and pure and worried.

“If it had to be someone, I wish it could’ve been you,” you let yourself say.

He takes a deep breath.

You might have benefited from that coffee, after all. Caffeine might have stopped you from kissing Namjoon back. His hands are in your hair, like you imagined. His lips are soft, like the pillows you ache to have under your head. He’s so tall. He can protect you. You want him to.

Just then, Tessa steps out of the bathroom, and you and Namjoon explode away from each other.

Tessa looks quickly from Namjoon to you.

“...Oh, Jesus. ”

Tessa is silently unpacking all of your luggage and hanging it in the hotel suite closet. She hasn’t said anything in the couple of hours that it’s been since you left the studio.

You’re curled up on the bed, staring through the open door at the main room. The flower arrangement that Sejin ordered is sitting in the middle of the center table. Its beauty taunts you.

The TV is on, and your shaded, masked face is on almost every channel. It splits the screen with various shots of Jungkook. You are now Korea’s daytime darlings.

All you can feel is Namjoon’s lips on yours.

“I’m sorry,” you say again, and you hear a crash of hangers.

Tessa walks back into the room, her hands on her hips.

“You are being so stupid right now,” she says.

You sit up.

“I know, I just---”

“Do you really like him?” Tessa asks, her eyes pleading for you to say no.

“I don’t know,” you say, and it sounds so pathetic.

Tessa clicks her tongue.

“Am I supposed to have a grip on everything, all the time?” you ask. “Damn it, Tess, I am way out of my element here. Cut me some fucking slack.”

Tessa softens and sits on the edge of the bed. She picks up the remote by your foot, and she turns the TV off. She turns back to you and studies your face. “You really looked like you were enjoying that kiss,” she says dejectedly. “That’s rare for you.”

You nod.

“So you like him,” she concludes.

You nod.

“You just met him,” she reminds you.

This is the conversation you need, you realize. Forget the tabloids. Connect on what is real.

“You know me,” you say. “I don’t feel things for other people easily. But Namjoon is interesting. It was instantaneous. I thought all that was a crock of shit, but here I am.”

Tessa rubs her eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s all my fault. You shouldn’t have gone up on that stage at the awards show. I'm so sorry.”

“ Thank you, ” you say, leaning into your words. You feel lighter already.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been beating myself up about this since the first photo leaked,” Tessa sighs, lying next to you on the bed.

You snuggle into each other, and Tessa strokes your hair.

“The Jungkook thing will end, whether you go with the plan or not. But if you do go with the plan, Namjoon complicates everything,” Tessa says.

“Is there a way to spin it?” you ask hopefully.

“I don’t think so,” Tessa admits. “People like you and Jungkook together because, on the surface, it’s sweet and wholesome, but underneath, it’s tinged with a bit of intrigue. It’s just more palatable than Jungkook and another idol dating.”

“Why?”

“Two idols dating is way too real,” she explains. “You’re a newcomer in this world. No one knows anything about you. So you can still be a character in the play. You and Jungkook still provide enough suspension of disbelief.”

“And what if we do nothing?”

“Then Jungkook starts to get crucified in the press again. They’ll wonder what’s wrong with him, why his relationships keep ending. Or they’ll think he’s a fuckboy, and his image will be tarnished.”

“Poor kid,” you say.

“I know.”

You buy Tessa’s analysis. You know that she’s done her due diligence, running various simulations in her head, one after the other, and came to the same conclusion. You don’t even need to agree with her, necessarily. The convincing certainty in her voice cuts through everything else she’s saying anyway.

It’s the same convincing certainty on display at your parents’ house, as Eomma sets down a second serving of samgyeopsal in the center of the table.

“Honestly, everything’s been just great,” Tessa says, making Eomma and Appa smile. “People have been very kind and welcoming.”

“That’s good,” Appa says, ruffling your hair.

“They better be,” Eomma huffs. “You’re not just anybody. You have a long, reputable history. People shouldn’t just be treating you with kindness. They should be treating you with respect.”

You smile warmly. You feel better just being in their presence.

“Don’t worry, they are,” Tessa replies. “We even got a bouquet of flowers in the car that came to pick us up.”

“Were they from Jungkook?” Eomma asks, raising her eyebrows and grinning from ear to ear.

You look up from your food and see your parents hungry for details.

“Uh, you know about that?” Tessa asks, exchanging a worried glance with you.

“Of course we do,” Appa says. “People have been calling us at the house nonstop.”

“I’m so sorry for that,” you say, and Appa shrugs his shoulders.

“We don’t mind. We like seeing you happy.”

You feel your heart break.

"It’s the only thing on TV nowadays,” Eomma goes on.

Appa adds, “They’re even pulling old B roll from your old stuff just to have something to play while people share their theories of how you met.”

“So, tell us. How did you meet? What’s the story behind that first picture?” Eomma asks, and she and Appa lean forward to listen.

Tessa gulps. She’s not sure how far you’re willing to go with your explanation. You’re on your own.

“We had dinner after the awards, all of us,” you say, using your eyes to tell Tessa that everything is going to be OK. You just need to know one thing.

You turn to your parents.

“...What do you think about it all?”

Appa and Eomma exchange glances. “Well, it doesn’t matter what we think,” Appa says.

“No, I’d really like your opinion.”

“Well... I don't know what I think," Appa admits. He looks at Eomma. "Do you?"

"No, I don't really have an opinion," Eomma says. "But... I will say that you seem to be having fun."

"That part's nice," Appa says. "It’s nice to see you having fun again. Things don't have to be so heavy all the time."

Eomma nods. “And you just look so cute together,” she adds, gushing.

You force a smile. “Thanks.” It comes out deader than you hoped it would.

You take a breath.

“Well, get ready, because you’ll be seeing more of us together,” you say, storing up energy for the months of vague meta-conversations that it will take for you to navigate this thing without feeling like too much of a lying dirtbag.

Tessa’s eyes widen. Even though it was all of her rationalizing that got you here, she can’t believe it.

And neither can you.

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