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#namjoon drabble
95rkives · 9 months
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baby fever⼂k.nj
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summary: what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.
parings: bf!namjoon x fem!reader
genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, namjoon is in love
wc: 1.7k
a/n: hi hi! wanted to quickly say i’m on vacation rn, hence the slow updates but! big things are coming soon ;) im so excited to share! for now, i hope u enjoy this short oneshot, im actually so very proud of it, i was giggling, kicking my feet while writing this </3
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"according to statistics, the average individual devotes approximately half a year of their life patiently waiting for traffic lights to transition from red to green."
his statement elicited an amused laugh from you, bordering on a light-hearted scoff. you cast a sidelong glance at him, raising your eyebrows in playful skepticism. "well, that sounds like quite a creative excuse to evade obtaining a driver's license."
a soft chuckle escapes him, his hand playfully swaying yours in gentle synchronization as you stroll along the serene lakeside in the park. "it's true," he asserts, meeting your gaze with a mischievous grin, creating a brief moment of shared complicity before you both resume gazing ahead.
"and besides," he interjects, tilting his head slightly in a contemplative manner "opting for bicycling and walking is infinitely more enjoyable, not to mention immensely beneficial for the environment."
you shake your head in mild disbelief, unimpressed by his narrow-mindedness and his pretentious vocabulary. "well then, i suppose i shall retire from my role as your personal chauffeur—in fact," pausing for dramatic effect, you continue, "i'll go as far as relinquishing my license, selling my car, and indulging myself in that coveted prada bag i've long desired."
that prompted him to throw his head back in a burst of laughter, his eyes brimming with amusement as he glanced at you. "so dramatic," he remarked, gently lifting your interlocked hands and planting a tender kiss on the back of yours, releasing a soft breath of laughter through his nose.
a subtle tsk of annoyance escaped your lips, accompanied by a discreet roll of your eyes as your head turns away from him. you find it impossible to suppress the sly grin that stealthily spreads across your lips.
"you know," he begins, his words trembling with a hint of laughter that gradually subsides. his gaze shifts downwards, fixed upon his own feet, attempting to suppress a smile. "i find it incredibly attractive," he admits, a sly grin playing on his lips as he turns to face you once more, his posture slightly bowed, leaving you weak in the knees. "when you're behind the wheel," he clarifies, a gentle laugh escaping his lips as you avert your gaze, feeling a gentle blush warm your cheeks, however subtle it may be.
"oh, so am i exempt from the rules? can i single-handedly destroy the planet?" you playfully quip, a sly grin playing upon your lips as your gaze roams everywhere but his face.
he allows his eyes to linger on the side of your face for a heartbeat longer, before he subtly clears his throat and returns his focus forward. giving your hand a gentle squeeze, he finally responds, his voice carrying a touch of mischief, "yes," he pauses, a slow, confident grin spreading across his lips, "without a doubt."
laughter spills effortlessly from your lips, and you can't resist playfully nudging his shoulder with your own. the gentle collision causes him to stumble ever so slightly, his balance momentarily disrupted, but a massive grin radiates across his face, unable to be contained.
as your attention drifts away from the conversation, a delightful sight captures your eyes. "oh," you exclaim, unable to hide your enthusiasm. "look, ducks!" a grin lights up your face as you observe mothers and children congregating near the tranquil lake, joyfully feeding these charming creatures.
namjoon follows the direction of your gaze, and a gentle smile graces his lips. he steals a quick glance at you before returning his focus to the scene ahead. "would you like to go feed them?"
without a moment's hesitation, your response is immediate. like an exuberant child, you eagerly pull him along, almost breaking into a jog as you make your way towards the spot where the ducks are already being fed.
your hand slips away from his, and you gracefully lower yourself into a crouch near the edge of the serene lake. in perfect formation, ducks accompanied by their adorable ducklings gracefully glide through the water, forming enchanting lines. the sheer cuteness of the scene elicits a delightful flutter in your heart, filling you with pure joy.
namjoon positions himself behind you, his hands casually nestled in the pockets of his jeans. with tender admiration, he gazes down at you, a radiant smile gracing his features, exuding warmth and affection.
"i have no bread," you pout, or at least that's the conclusion he draws from the palpable disappointment lacing your voice.
“i can go get some; there's a bakery not too far—" his words are abruptly halted by an unfamiliar, yet endearingly tiny voice, capturing his attention. it doesn't take long for him to realize that the voice belongs to a little girl who has appeared nearby.
"would you like to share with me?" the little girl bravely approaches you, and your face instantly lights up with a radiant smile in response to her sweet offer. as she draws near, you realize she stands at the same height as you, since you were crouched down, appearing no older than four or five years old.
“oh," you exhale a soft, melodic laugh, your eyebrows lifting in surprise. "you are so incredibly kind," you remark with genuine warmth, tilting your head ever so slightly. her beaming smile grows even wider upon receiving your compliment, her innocent delight radiating in response.
as the distant calls of what appears to be her mother draw nearer, the three of you instinctively turn to face her.
“ava!" the mother pants as she finally catches up, coming to a stop. "didn't i tell you to stop bothering people?" her face adopts a pouting expression, a thinly veiled attempt to conceal her underlying irritation, her eyebrows slightly furrowing.
“but, mom," ava whines in such an adorably plaintive tone that it elicits a shared snicker between you and namjoon. "she doesn't have bread!" she huffs, her frustration evident, prompting the mother to heave a sigh of surrender.
“i'm truly sorry," the woman interjects, her eyes shifting between you and namjoon, offering apologetic smiles. "she's been going around handing bread to everyone she meets—"
“please, there's no need to worry," you assure her, your voice carrying a gentle tremor of laughter. your attention then shifts back to the little girl before you. "how about we feed them together?" you suggest, employing the softest, most endearing tone you can muster, aiming to ignite a sense of excitement in the young one. it proves successful as ava nods eagerly, brimming with anticipation.
with a carefree grace, she positions herself in front of you, leaning back casually against you. in response, you wrap an arm around her, your palm tenderly resting on her stomach. the scene proves to be utterly captivating, prompting namjoon to bite down on his lip in an effort to contain his smile—or perhaps even a squeal. either way, he finds the sight undeniably adorable, melting his heart in the process.
the mother approaches and stands next to namjoon, casting a smile in his direction before her gaze shifts to her daughter and you. her eyes brim with curiosity as she poses the question, "girlfriend? wife?"
although caught slightly off guard, namjoon responds with a warm smile, a sheepish laugh slipping past his lips. he looks down at you once again, his eyes sparkling with affection and adoration. almost dreamily, he confirms, "girlfriend." the woman chuckles softly, captivated by the enchanting connection between the two of you.
completely unaware, you wholeheartedly engage in feeding the ducks with ava. together, you toss pieces of bread onto the lake, captivating the ducks' attention. to your sheer joy, one of the ducks emerges from the water and gently takes bread from ava's hand, prompting her to squeal in pure delight. your laughter harmonizes with hers, forming a symphony of happiness and carefree bliss.
namjoon's heart leaps, skips, and dances within his chest, each beat amplified in intensity. the way you engage with ava, emanating an innate gentleness and kindness, strikes a chord deep within him. it's a tender scene that tugs at his heartstrings, leaving him captivated by the beauty of your nurturing nature.
lost in his captivated state, namjoon remains oblivious to the fact that you have risen to your feet, gracefully making your way towards him. only when ava runs back to her mother's embrace does he snap out of his reverie, his gaze shifting to you as you approach him with a gentle grace.
you come to stand beside him, and almost instinctively, his arm drapes over your shoulders, drawing you close as you face the mother and daughter together.
“now, say thank you,” the mother playfully prompts ava, gently swaying her in her arms. her smile extends towards you, and in a shy, sweet whisper, ava utters her gratitude, causing your heart to soar with joy.
“thank you," you reply, placing emphasis on the word 'you.' "without you, i wouldn't have been able to feed the ducks." your smile radiates with warmth and tenderness as you gaze at the little girl, a soft giggle escaping your lips, filled with genuine appreciation and delight.
engaging in heartfelt conversation, you share a few more words with the mother, building a connection even in the brief encounter. the exchange concludes with beaming smiles that radiate warmth and gratitude, as you bid each other farewell, the memory of the delightful interaction lingering in your hearts.
as you observe them walking away, namjoon's gaze shifts towards you, a sly smile gracing his lips. his hand tenderly caresses your shoulder, moving up and down in a soothing gesture as he speaks. "you would make an exceptional mother,"
the tone of his voice catches your attention, drawing your gaze to meet his. as you lock eyes, you notice the way he slightly purses his lips, a subtle but unmistakable sign that he's trying to contain a smile. with a knowing glance, you quickly catch on.
“absolutely not.”
“wait—” he bursts into laughter as you shake his arm off your shoulders and begin walking away. however, he swiftly follows suit, reaching from behind to wrap his arms around you, creating an endearing obstacle that makes it more challenging for both of you to walk
“you're absolutely insane," you playfully groan as he showers your neck, shoulder, and cheek with gentle kisses. he nuzzles into your hair, emitting a soft giggle that resonates with warmth and affection.
"one child won't hurt," he whispers softly, his words carrying a hint of mischief. you start to wiggle in an attempt to break free from his embrace, but he only tightens his grip around you, refusing to let you escape his affectionate hold.
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7ndipity · 13 days
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The Morning After
Namjoon x Reader
Summary: Namjoon’s reaction to you waking up sore after a night together.
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: +18 mdni, brief smut, overstimulation, swearing, not proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!
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It was still early when you woke up, face buried in the pillows as you lay on your stomach, the gentle sound of someone quietly humming your favorite song pulling you from sleep.
Slowly, you cracked your eyes open, searching out the owner of the familiar deep voice, smiling to yourself as your gaze fell on his half dressed figure, his back to you as he rummaged around in his closet.
Finding what he was looking for, he turned back towards the bed, stopping as he caught sight of your sleepy expression watching him.
“Hey.” Joon spoke softly, as if not wanting to wake you any further, coming to kneel in front of you.
“Hey,” You mumbled, stretching slowly. “Where're you going? It’s so early.”
“Just to the gym. Thought I’d get my workout in this morning, so we could have the afternoon together.” He said, smoothing down your hair.
You groaned. “How’re you not tired from last night? I can’t even move.” You replied, earning a chuckle from him.
“Well, that’s why I gotta keep my strength up.” He said, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Namjon!” You couldn’t stop moaning his name. “Fuck, please, Namjoon!” You cried out, feeling his length twitch and pulse inside of you with every sound that left your lips.
You’d been at it for hours, Joon pounding into you from behind as if his life depended on it, pumping into you over and over, twisting you around into every position he could think of, your bodies covered in a sticky sheen of sweat and cum.
“Agh-fuck!” You whimpered, letting your head drop to the mattress, clutching into the sheets beneath you for dear life as he slipped a hand around to circle your poor abused clit.
The feeling was so overwhelming, your whole body felt like it was on fire, every snap of his hips sending a jolt of electricity through you, causing the tension to build up inside of you at an alarming rate.
You’d lost count of how many times he’d made cum, but as he suddenly picked up the pace, slamming into you with enough force to knock the wind out of you, you could feel another rapidly approaching, tears rolled down your face as your body shook in ecstasy.
“Joonie, please, ‘s too much.” You whimpered. “ ‘m gonna cum again.”
He responded by pulling you even closer to him, his fingers digging into your flesh as he dragged you upright against his chest, impaling you on his cock.
“It’s alright, Baby, you can take it.” He panted, pressing messy, wet kisses against the back of your neck. “Just one more for me, please.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, holding in your breath as Joon continued to pound up into your over sensitive pussy.
“F-fuck!” You cried, your body convulsing and going rigid as you came for the nth time around his cock.
"There it is." Joon groaned as you spasmed against him, holding you up as your body went limp from exhaustion. “Good job, Baby.”
Namjoon’s touch pulled your focus back to the present, tracing gently over your cheek down to your lips.
“You want me to bring back coffee and breakfast later?” He asked sweetly.
“Yes, please.” You said sleepily as he stood back up, going to finish packing his gym bag.
You moved to roll over and get out of the bed, letting out the tiniest whimper as you became fully aware of the soreness and sensitivity in your core and legs.
Joon froze at the sound, looking back at you concerned. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, just a little sore.” You said, trying to sound convincing as you stood up, but your legs nearly gave out under you immediately, leaving you staggering back against the bed.
Joon jumped forward, catching you before you fell properly, holding you tightly by the waist.
“Fuck, baby, I thought you were joking!” He said, startled. “Are you okay?”
“I… I think I need to take it easy today.” You admitted weakly.
Joon stared down at you, absolutely stricken as he pulled you closer, holding you gently.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, baby.” He said guiltily. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I’m okay.” You tried to reassure him, but he paid you no mind, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” You asked, clinging to him in surprise.
“I am going to run you a bath, and then we’re going to do whatever else you want to do today.”
“I thought you were going to the gym?” You said curiously.
“And leave you here when you can’t even walk? No way.” He shook his head. “I’m staying here and looking after you.”
“You don’t have to do that.” You said quietly, feeling shy.
“Yes, I do.” He said seriously. “I love you, and I want to take care of you.”
“Alright,” You replied, slightly flustered.
He kept his word, refusing to let you so much as lift a finger the rest of the day, carrying you everywhere through the house as needed and waiting on you hand and foot.
“How are you feeling?” He asked for the tenth time as you sat together watching tv after dinner, dozing on his shoulder.
“Much better.” You said, snuggling closer. “Thank you for looking after me”
“Always.” He replied, kissing the top of your head. “Is there anything else you need?”
“Can we do this again next week?” You asked, grinning up at him cheekily.
“Seriously?!” He laughed.
“Yeah, why not?” You shrugged.
“Aren’t you worried about your legs or anything?” He asked, looking at you in disbelief.
“Not if I have you to carry me around.” You said, grinning up at him as you looped your arms around his neck.
“Let’s just focus on you feeling better right now, okay?” He chuckled.
“Alright.” You relented, slumping back down to rest back against his shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He replied, watching as your eyes drooped back shut.
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peachypinkygloss · 8 months
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Hi! congrats on 2k followers ♡ The trope would be Idol!Namjoon x non Idol!reader, and actually just something smut & fluff is okay, like in a new relationship, please.
Thank u ^^
(I'm not a minor dw)
thank you for your support, lovely ): 🤍 means so much to me x love u, mwah 💋 xox
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sweaty and steamy
Namjoon is very busy with work so you decide to visit him at his studio. You both end up sweaty and steamy.
pairing: idol/bf!namjoon x non-idol!reader
genre: established relationship, idol au, smut, fluff
warnings: namjoon's the best bf obvi, unprotected sex, studio sex 👀, praising, clit stimulation, a little under 1k.
a.n.: the first thing that came to my mind was studio sex... i mean, can you really blame me? 🥺
This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game if you want to participate and send in a request of yours! 🤍
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Namjoon is a very busy person. Not surprising considering the job he has, but sometimes he really dedicates his whole day to his music. It's not a bad thing, he's always productive and hardworking, all of that amplified because he's genuinely passionate about what he does.
You try not to be jealous. After all, he's not replacing you or ignoring you for his lyrics. You know that because he makes it a priority to call you at the end of each day, reminding you how grateful and happy he is to be your boyfriend.
Despite the relationship being new, Namjoon isn't afraid to show his emotions and that's what you like about him. His ability to express what he feels in such a meaningful way, with beautiful and poetic words, makes you fall in love with him over and over again.
Dating an idol is not easy, especially with one who has such a tight schedule, but you both make it work. For example, you like to visit him at his studio whenever you're free from work. You go support him and bring him some food.
You usually don't stay long either because you have to go back to your office or because he has to get back on what he's working at the moment. But sometimes, like right now, it happens you get a little bit distracted and stay longer than you're supposed to.
"Fuck, baby," Namjoon breathes out, throwing his head back against his desk chair. His hands are holding your hips, guiding you over his hard cock. His chest heaves fast, out of breath with you bouncing on his lap. "What a good girl, feels so fucking good."
You whine in response, also having an irregular breath. Your hands are on his naked shoulders, nails digging into his soft and tan skin, leaving behind crescent forms all over his flesh.
You're still not used to his size, being so big he stretches you out really well. It's a bit painful, a burning sensation making you moan, but the feeling is addicting, exhilarating.
"I love it," you admit, having Namjoon's cock nestled deep inside your pussy. You circle your hips, his tip brushing against your sweet spot and making you want more, always more.
He smiles, showing off his cute dimples and straight teeth. "Me too," he agrees. "Love these," he adds on while groping your tits in his big palms, gently pulling on your hardened nipples.
You mewl in his hands, doing a grind motion with your hips. He seems amazed to see you using him to pleasure yourself, finding it hot of you, being so turned on he feels his dick twitch inside of you.
He lets go of your breasts and watches them jiggle on your chest, licking his plump lips at the sight. He won't lie, this must become his new favourite position. The other positions are going to be tasteless compared to that one and all of this will be your fault because you can't just ride him like that and expect him to not become obsessed.
Your slick covers his pelvis and even the inner of his thighs, cock slipping in so smoothly by how wet you are. He knows his studio will smell like sex after that and he doubts anyone who enters won't notice. The odour is strong, but nothing repulsive in his opinion, on the contrary, he adores it.
He won't forget this moment that's for sure. He even believes nothing will surpass it, unless you decide to ride him with that much determination from now on.
It must be because of his work, of how badly you miss him every time he's not with you. He feels guilty, he doesn't like being so busy it stops him from seeing you, especially when you're a new couple. Honestly, sometimes he would drop everything and spend the entirety of his day with you, but he can't do that, which really sucks.
But if moments like these can make up for the wasted time, then he's satisfied.
He feels you clench around him and grip on his shoulders, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. "God... baby, are you close?" Namjoon asks and you nod, moaning sweetly against his ear. "I got you," he announces, his voice husky and low, making you shiver.
One of his hands slides between your bodies and reaches for your pulsating clit, massaging it with his thumb. Your moans start getting louder and he grunts, feeling his balls tightening.
He plants his feet on the floor and thrusts up into you, your thighs shaking as your high approaches really fast. "I'm close too, fuck," he curses under his breath, circling your clit as he fucks you, a hand on the back of your head to keep you close to him.
"I'm cumming-!" You squeak, bucking your hips as your orgasm shoots through you. Your walls close around him tightly and he groans, your high bringing him to his own.
His thighs tense under you, big and strong, hips coming to a halt. "That's it, fuck," he moans and he finally comes undone into your pussy, painting your walls white with his cum. His cock twitches, spilling the last bit of cum he has.
He pats your hair, trying to catch his breath as you do the same, boobs squished against his chest. After some time, a comfortable silence settles between the two of you and you push yourself off him.
You face him and can't help but smile, biting down on your lip. You kiss him, a way to thank him for being with you.
You're happy and he is, too.
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7brownsuga7 · 5 months
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c0ckwarming with boyfriend
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You can’t control your moans of both frustration and pleasure as you sit on your boyfriend’s cock while he works on the computer. His cock is so hard and deep inside you that you can’t bare the torture of just sitting there on his lap, not having the pleasure of feeling him thrust in and out of you. One hand works on the mouse of his computer clicking away while the other holds your waist close to him, refraining you from grinding your hips to relieve your frustration. It’s not like he’s not frustrated too, of course he is, how can he not be when he can feel your tight walls wrapped around him, your wetness coating his cock in ways he would love to explore. But he’s got work due and you both know he’s very serious about his work. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his bottom lip between his teeth when you adjust yourself on his lap, his dick brushing against your walls. A slap to your inner thigh causes you to gasp before he warns you not to move. “Y/n I told you already” his hip thrusts up causing you to gasp out again in shock and pleasure. “How about you have a little nap until I’m ready yeah? I promise I’ll fuck you after if you’re good” his hand strokes your inner thigh where he previously slapped. He hisses when he feels your hole clench around him. It’s not like you mean to, but when you hear him speak to you like that and you feel him inside you - knowing how much he can please you, you can’t help it. It’s not like you don’t like this, fuck being able to do this with him is better than nothing, you just wish he had you bent over his desk right now that’s all. “Can you do that for me baby?” His hand strokes your inner thigh, some of your juices coating his finger, without hesitation he sucks on them with a pleased low hum. His cock twitching when your back presses up against his chest. This was going to be a long night.
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Yoongi, Jungkook, Namjoon, & Taehyung + anyone else you’d like to add <3
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jjungkookislife · 1 month
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Flirt or Fight
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pairing: best friend!namjoon x f. reader
genre: f2l, crack?, smut [18+]
summary: Namjoon gives you a lesson in flirting.
wc: 517
a/n: original
warnings: making out, erections, implied smut?, reader is shorter than joon
date: February 18, 2024
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"What are you going to do about it?" you ask.
Namjoon knows he shouldn't laugh. He promised he wouldn't, swore on the "best friend" bible, which was an old journal you used to pass back and forth in high school.
"Are you flirting or starting a fight?" Namjoon asks seriously worried for you.
"Namjoon!" you stomp your foot. "That's supposed to be sexy."
Namjoon tries his best to muffle his laughter, but he can't. He grips his stomach as he laughs, ignoring the ache.
"Oooh, I hate you," you huff, as you playfully smack his arm. "You're supposed to be helping!"
"Babe, nothing can help that. Fuck you mean, 'What are you going to do about it?' Are you the Karate Kid or some shit?"
"Namjoon!" you shout.
"Look, you asked me for an honest opinion," Namjoon reminds you. "And you shouldn't have because that was atrocious. How do you even get dick like that? I'd run the opposite way."
"Namjoon!"
"Your shit is sour, baby." Namjoon shrugs.
"Then what do you recommend, oh-wise-one?"
"Actual flirting for starters?" Joon shakes his head as he rolls up the sleeves of his black turtle neck.
"Flirt with me then," you huff.
Namjoon chuckles. "You wouldn't be able to handle it."
"Try me," you goad.
Namjoon rolls his eyes. Why were you so stubborn? Shouldn't you have grown out of it by now?
Namjoon steps closer to you, smiling with his dimples on display. He notes the way you swallow thickly.
He doesn't need to say anything as he looks down at you. His smile disarms you, head empty as you look into his dark eyes, forgetting everything you've ever known about him.
"I-I" you're not sure what you're trying to say. You're imagining things you haven't thought of in years...
What if you took him to bed? What if you made him yours? Marked him as so?
Namjoon's powerful gaze sinks into your very bones. You blink owlishly, your tongue like lead as you try to speak but he's too ethereal for you to respond.
Two of his fingers grip your chin, making you look up at him.
"You wouldn't be able to handle me flirting with you," he states seriously. He licks his lips as he maintains eye contact and you feel your heartbeat between your legs. You refuse to look away from him, afraid to give in but also willing to.
Namjoon can read you like his favorite book. Perks of being your best friend for a decade.
You lock your gaze on him, ignoring the thundering in your chest as he leans forward. His eyes flit to your lips then your eyes. The ball's in your court.
You kiss him, throwing caution to the wind.
Namjoon responds immediately, pushing you against the wall. He doesn't even think of your failed attempt at flirting. All that matters is your lips moving in sync with his, your leg hooked on his hips as his erection presses against you.
"Joon," you moan.
"Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock, baby." Namjoon grins as you melt beneath him.
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KNJ- Not so dinner date.
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It’s late when you arrive home, the lights are off and the regular sounds of your boyfriend are null. You sigh as you shake off your jacket, sliding off your shoes only to replace them with house slippers.
The clock above the refrigerator is the only light in the kitchen and as dim as it is you don’t flick on a light, instead you slouch at the table snacking on the random fruits Namjoon had piled into a bowl.
The truth is you loved your boyfriend with your entire heart, there wasn’t ever a time when you felt as if you wanted to be away from him. Of course, his job as an idol was one that put distance between you, your own job not accommodating time for you to travel as often as he did but you still made it work.
“Baby?”
You almost jump out of your skin as you whip your head around to see him sulking towards you, his shoulders hunched over.
“I thought you were sleeping joonie, did I wake you?” You stood up, closing the space between you to wrap your arms around his middle.
You breathed in his smell, finding comfort in it. He had been addicted to this new rain forest scented fabric conditioner that Jungkook had introduced him to, he had explained to you for the hours BTS had to wait during music shows just how the different scents were drawn from different plants and trees and although you didn’t completely understand it you did your best to keep up.
“You didn’t wake me, I waited up. Do you want to order some food or did you eat?”
You shake your head reluctantly. “Joon it’s 11 pm, you have work tomorrow.”
“However could I work if I starved to death?”he groaned frantically, feigning a laugh.
You quirked an eyebrow. “You haven’t eaten?”
“I did. Sort of.”
“Ramen does not count.”
“I did not.”
“How about we order fried chicken?” You smile.
Your first date had been at a park with awful fried chicken that you had gotten from a definitely dodgy van. You had both gotten stomach aches and ended up being treated at the hospital for food poisoning, through your short but required hospital stay you were put next to each other and despite the way you were both doubling over in cramps every few minutes you made the most of the time with one another, learning as much as you could.
He leads you over to the couch, pulling you into his arms. “You really want fried chicken?”
“It’s fast, just chose a good place.” You shrug earning a playful pinch from him.
A lot of your firsts happened over the simple meal, your first fight had occurred over it. You had only been dating a few weeks and Namjoon had gotten extremely busy planning a comeback with his members, it had left you barely any time with the man responding once a day if you were lucky. He had hauled himself up into his studio for almost a week straight refusing to do anything other than work on music. You were worried when Taehyung, whom you had only met twice prior, had called to ask for backup. You had stormed into the hybe building holding a box of fried chicken from his favourite place, you punched the code into his studio earning a harsh reprimanding from him as you demanded he saved his work and step away from the computer. He had argued how you couldn’t understand his stress and how it wasn’t going to work out between you, he had told you to leave and that you were just like everyone else; misjudging him. You remember the way his jaw fell open as you threw a pillow straight at him mid-rant. Soon enough he sat beside you on his little couch and picked at his chicken before devouring it in minutes. You had forced him to take you home where you had a three-hour-long conversation that ended up in him falling asleep in your lap.
“I ordered, it will be here in a little.” He threw his phone against the table.
You run your hands through his newly dyed hair, you always loved how black hair looked on him. “How was work today baby?”
“We filmed a run episode and I nearly won.” He smiled pridefully. “When will you come next?”
“I have been given tomorrow and Friday off if you want me to come with you?” It wasn’t a complete lie, you had requested the days off in order to make time for him.
He pushes you back a little, allowing a clearer look at your face. “Really? That soon?”
You smile at him nodding. “I guess I got lucky.”
“I don’t have work tomorrow, though.”
“Then stay home with me?” You smile, placing a kiss to his lips.
He says nothing but affirms by kissing you back before pressing a few more to your forehead.
You sat talking about your days until the food came 25 minutes later. As always you had requested to have it left at the door, it was always safer that way. After waiting for the driver to place the food outside and to leave the building Namjoon snuck outside to grab it.
You help set it out on the table as he put on a random show. You ate In silence watching the tv until a thought crossed your mind that you had to resolve.
“Joon can I ask you something?”
He looks at you worried, pausing the TV before turning to you. “Anything.”
“Do you ever wish we were different people? Maybe just farmers or something..” you half-joked, pushing your almost-finished meal aside.
“If you want a farmer you should try Jin Hyung or Taehyung.”
You can’t help but laugh as he flashes you a dimpled smile. “No I haven’t, amidst all the stress and lack of time we have with one another I could ever imagine being with someone different.”
“Why?” You watch his face twist in thought.
He hums for a moment before responding. “I love you. I liked you and then I loved you and in that time I learned that I’d rather have one day with you than a hundred days with anyone else.”
You let the weight of his words settle before responding. “You know joonie we have a lot of firsts over fried chicken.”
“What’s the first this time?” He laughs pushing his own food away before leaning back against the couch.
You started. “I could come home to an empty house for the entirety of your tour but I wouldn’t have it any other way because my heart is with you always and I know for every day you go we will have a week to make up for it. I was scared at first, scared we wouldn’t work, that you’d get too busy and forget about me but it’s small moments like these that give me the most clarification on my wants for the future.”
“And what are those wants?” He holds your hand in between his, something he does to show he is paying the utmost attention to you.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to eat fried chicken with you at midnight even though we have to be awake at 6 am, I want to share the excitement of what trees have their DNA stolen to make up fabric softeners you like, I want to be the one to give you comfort and happiness along with my unbridled support.”
“I want to give you the world.” He says the words softly but you know there’s a weight that they bare. “And I will but for now can I have your last wing?”
You scoff shoving the man off the couch onto the floor. “Unbelievable.”
“Unbelievable enough that I can have your last wing?” He eyes your chicken box and you raise a threatening finger.
“Don’t you dare.”
Before you could say anything he had already grabbed the box and ran halfway through the house, you cursed his long legs for aiding his getaway.
“Touch my chicken and your Pokémon cards get it.” You threaten.
You can’t help but laugh at his footsteps slap against the tiled flooring. “LEAVE MY CARDS ALONE”
“Give me my chicken wing.” You hold your hand out, as he does the same. You hand over his extra large Pokémon folder as he does your chicken box.
“Hey?” He calls as you turn to head back to the couch, box in hand.
He grins at you, before holding his arms out, one hand bearing his folder and the other your chicken wing.
“KIM NAMJOON!” You throw yourself over the couch as he scurries off.
About twenty minutes of play fighting and chasing later you both collapse on the bed in a laughing bundle. “I can’t wait to tell Yoongi Hyung we wrestled over a chicken wing.” Namjoon giggled.
“He would be horrified.” Your eyes widened.
“He would, he would probably lecture us on why we should never eat fried chicken again.”
A bout of silence befalls you before a great idea comes to mind. “Let’s call him and tell him we broke up over fried chicken.”
“You have such a sexy brain. He will go insane.” He agreed rushing to grab his phone.
You smiled at the ceiling, memorising the events of your not-so-dinner date. This is exactly why you made it work, because even at midnight you could run around and laugh with him, you could have thorough discussions and most importantly you would both indulge e in listening and sometimes enacting your wildest thoughts. Even if it did mean annoying a poor Min yoongi over Fried chicken on a Wednesday night.
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likeastarstar · 1 year
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Needy- NAMJOON
"Hi baby."
Namjoon's deep voice rumbled in your ears, an almost pavlovian response triggered in your body.
You'd think by now, this far into your relationship, the crush you had on him would've worn off. Instead, it seems to have gotten even stronger- your mouth watered whenever he was in front of you, your entire body lit up with anticipation- hoping, wishing, begging for him to come closer to you.
Joon covered your body with his, wrapping you into a secure hug. A smile grew on your lips as you felt his long, strong arms wrap around you and his weight in your body. He put pressed on you as you pushed your face into his chest, breathing in his scent. His lips pressed to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck- making his way down as he squeezed your body like a snake wrapping around its most precious prey-
"I missed you," He mumbled against your skin, breath sending goosebumps down your spine.
"It was only a couple hours-"
"And here I raced home for you," Joon tssked, "Thought about you the entire way, figured we could do date night here at home, yeah? Maybe watch a movie together, take a bath later? I'll wash your hair for you, remember how much you like that?"
You felt a shiver run down your spine at the memory of the last time your boyfriend washed your hair. A psychological study had to be conducted about the aphrodisiac properties to a head massage and lavender soap.
You exhaled slowly, Joon's eyes tracking yours with the upmost concentration. The heat of his gaze warmed your belly and you tilted your head at him, wondering what exactly it was that put him in this kind of a mood.
"What was Yoongi's show about again? Did it happen to involve something with alcohol maybe?" You hummed, feeling his hand dip under the hem of your shirt and massage your lower back.
His hand crept upwards, calloused fingers rubbing your soft skin with all the desperation in the world. The way he touched you was like a starved man, begging, aching for any crumb of you that he could get.
"What are you insinuating?" Namjoon said suspiciously, fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra.
"That every time you drink you get needy," You teased, letting him wrap his other arm around your waist and hoist you into the air, carrying you with ease.
You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and gripped his arms, face so close to his your lips grazed each others', teasing each other endlessly.
"Don't you need me baby?" Joon mumbled against your lips.
You held him there, close to you, where you could feel his body heat warm you up and smell him- that spicy, woody smell that was all his and now it was spiked with liquor.
"Of course I do," You assured quickly, "You know I do."
He smirked up at you, pressing his lips to yours in a possessive, greedy sort of way that made your head spin. It was like you were the one who was drunk, the way he set your body on fire as he set you down gently, spinning you around so fast you had to catch yourself against the wall, back arched as he pushed your legs apart roughly.
"Lemme go down on you, please? Can I please put my mouth on you?" He asked, large hand working your pussy through your pants.
You moaned, nodding half a second before he ripped your pants halfway down your legs, mouth kissing down the length of your spine almost immediately. He ate you out like that, chest shoved against the wall and holding on for dear life. His tongue was rough and thorough, leaving no part of you untouched.
You felt like a bolt of lightning had struck from your head to your toes, opening up for him as he thrusted in and out of your pussy. He added his fingers as if his tongue wasn't enough, thumb flicking and prodding at your clit until you were cumming against his face, back arched so sharply you were sure to feel sore tomorrow.
It was like all the air had been sucked from the room as he manhandled you, lifting you back up in his arms to take all the work away from you, "You still with me?" He asked, looking down at you with an exhilarated, chaotic look on his face.
You hummed in response, nodding at him as he gathered you in his arms. He gave you his cheekiest grin before you heard the clink of his belt hitting the floor, slamming his hips up into you in one fell thrust. You moaned loudly, raking your nails down his back so sharply it would've broke skin if he wasn't wearing a shirt still.
There was something so satisfyingly lust filled about the way your bodies moved against each others, rough and intense like you hadn't seen each other in ages. He fucked into you hard, filling you in every way possible and then some. The pace Namjoon set was ruthless, burying his head in the crook of your neck and sucking bruises into the skin that would last days.
You grabbed at his hair, tugging on thick black locks with no reservations as he pushed your legs even wider, one pinning your thigh out and the other keeping you half wrapped around him, ankle hooked against his lower back.
"I'm so c-close," You whined, your voice hoarse and dry from moaning out his name.
"Tell me how much you need me," Joon demanded, "Tell me how good you feel and I'll let you cum."
You obliged immediately, never turning down and opportunity to praise your boyfriend. You whined and begged and pleaded for him to make you cum, to touch you the way only he could, to cum inside of you so that you could be his and his only the way you knew you were.
He kept his eyes on your as he touched your clit, thrusts quickening as you came all over his cock, Namjoon finishing closely behind you. The two of you basked in the afterglow, your breathing synced as you floated back down to earth. He didn't bother setting you down, instead simply adjusting his grip on you so that he could carry you more securely.
"Time for that bath, huh?" He suggested, carrying you off towards the bathroom you shared.
It was going to be a long night...
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hamsterclaw · 11 months
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Love: a series
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Your ex-husband's an asshole but you can't seem to move on.
Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Asshole Namjoon, smut, angst
Warnings: Sex, swearing
Love
Talk it out
Vanilla Guys
Favour
Five fuck Friday
My girl
Wedding rings and everything - a drabble
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Weighted (part 2)
Sanctity
Cherished
Bluff
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jinkookspencil · 6 months
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like couples do | knj
you run out of period products at dawn, and there's only one person who's up....
description/tags: namjoon drabble / fwb to lovers / fluff / but mentions the fact that namjoon and reader had unprotected sex (don't do this) and reader is relieved to get her period afterwards / so obviously mentions of period and blood / maybe a bit angsty? / been busy and been working on a request! but it's been a while since i wrote namjoon and, gosh, i love writing for him even though whatever comes to me for him is usually the most random bursts and ideas, like this one i thought of last night / let me know what you think <3
wc: ~1.6k words
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Your gasp pulls you from heaven to hell.
Extracted from your dream, you’re out of the covers in a flash, dazed as you try to meet your reality. The room was sweltering despite autumn settling in and the fan whizzing away in your room as it always did. The sound you’d grown so accustomed to only made it harder to think, but you didn’t have to. The wet pools at your back and around your body suddenly made themselves known, with your black pajama top sticking to your sweaty skin. With a quick change into a tank top and a sip of cold water, you were ready to escape into a dreamland, far from the hellhole that had been your bedroom...
Only to be met with a small pool of a different kind when you pull away the blanket.
Fuck.
Quickly feeling between your thighs confirmed it - you bled through your shorts.
Well, at least it’s here, you think, your heart settling after days worrying about the sudden delay in your cycle. After all, Namjoon hadn’t used any protection… 
It was hard to put away the mental image of him once you were in the bathroom, remembering that one time he had you propped up on the cabinet, but looking through it now, the panic returns. You were all out of pads and tampons.
This is why people have roommates. Or stupidly organized Virgo boyfriends, you think, cursing yourself while rummaging through every drawer, cupboard, and overnight bag without finding a single tampon for the evening. 
The minutes spent on your phone were quick to squash any more of your hopes - the delivery service app had been shut down for the night after some seemingly catastrophic bug on their end, and your female friends who lived nearby hadn't answered your texts and calls, as expected at this time of day.
Reading the time on your phone, you knew one person who would definitely be up. The person who always showed up. The man worked ridiculous hours, following his ‘late-night creativity’… unless the universe really wanted to torture you and, for the very first time, he’d be asleep as well.
You consider running to the convenience store, double layering your bottoms with black fabrics, and taking a scooter... only for a stinging cramp to shock you at your lower back.
He had to answer.
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to: joon 🌒[3:58am] - hi are you up?
to: joon🌒 [3:58am] - text asap please it’s urgent
to: y/n🍀 [4:01am] - yes i’m up. are you okay y/n?
to: y/n🍀 [4:01am] - i’m finally done with work for the night.
to: y/n🍀 [4:01am] - are you okay? i’ll call as soon as i’m out of the building.
to: joon🌒 [4:02am] - don’t call i’m embarrassed to say this to you out loud plus i'm in pain
to: joon 🌒 [4:02am] - can you get me some pads and tampons? i got my period (aka the pain) and i’m all out so….
to: joon🌒 [4:02am] - i need em and i can’t get em
to: y/n🍀 [4:03am] - y/n of course. phew i thought this was going in literally the complete opposite way considering…
to: y/n🍀 [4:03am] - anyways, aren’t we past embarrassment? never feel that when it comes to me please.
to: y/n🍀 [4:03am] - safe space just for us, remember? 
to: joon🌒 [4:04am] - yes :) thanks joon 
to: y/n🍀 [4:04am] - :) getting on my bike now. i’ll be there in 10.
to: y/n🍀 [4:04am] - the sky’s starting to change colors. look outside, pretty :) (1 image attached)
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The knock, though expected, jolts you enough for your new bedsheet to spring away from your grasp once again. Frustrated, a groan escapes you as you walk to your front door, tightening the robe that covered your body and stained shorts.
“Sorry I’m late,” Namjoon giggles at the door, seeing your furrowed expression. “Oh, you’re most definitely on your period, huh?”
“Get in here and shut up,” you groan once more, letting him in. All too familiar with your place, he unpacks one of the bags in his hand, carefully displaying an array of period products on the nearest table. 
“I’m surprised you didn’t send a photo and ask me to choose one,” you say, grabbing one of the boxes.
“I… I grabbed everything in the aisle without thinking. Shit, I should’ve sent a photo, right? Are these not good enough? Are they the wrong size? Will they fit your....? I can go to another convenience store,” he murmurs, head tilted down as he surveys the products before you.
“No, Namjoon, honey, the photo is just a thing boyfriends tend to do when they’re asked to get period products. You asked the same size and fit question, though,” you laugh before quickly realizing you compared his actions to that of a boyfriend. Something he most definitely was not.
“I lived in a dorm full of boys, how was I supposed to know?” he says, scratching his head.
“These are perfect, and I’m stocked for at least the next three months. Thank you, Joonie,” you say, squeezing his arm.
“Anytime, Y/N,” he replies quietly, pulling you closer to him so he can kiss your forehead. It only hits you both when your hand is rubbing at his back in his embrace, and it takes even longer to break away than it did to realize the situation. 
Something shifts in Namjoon’s gaze when he sees you emerge from the bathroom in new pyjama shorts. “Cute PJ’s. I’m not used to seeing them on you for more than five seconds.”
“Enjoy the show, then,” you quip, plopping down next to him on the couch and extending your legs over his lap. You hadn’t really meant it as a command, but can’t help but smile catching the fact that Namjoon had obeyed. His fingers draw mindless circles at your ankles as his gaze travels upwards. Minutes are spent in silence, eyeing your thighs with intent before his eyes rest on your exposed clavicle. His circles stop, gripping your ankle and noting the undeniable rise and fall of your breathing and breasts, swollen and tender against your thin cotton tank top.
“Oh,” he finally says with a cough, breaking the silence and raising his brows. “I almost forgot. I thought you might need these.”
Leaning forward, Namjoon dumps the entire contents of the second plastic bag onto your hard coffee table. Small, colorful circles bounce off of it and onto the floor, long bars land with a thud, and instantly recognizable plastic packages are cushioned by its contents.
“Oh, Joon. I do. I do fucking need this,” you let out, almost as a moan. “You already know what I want.”
Smiling, he tears open a plastic packet of your favorite chocolate-flavored bread and another for himself. The time spent biting and savoring the pillowy snack was heavenly in the comfortable silence -save for the birds that begin to chirp from somewhere outside your window.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten the sticker,” you say, handing Namjoon the tiny square envelope in your now-empty plastic packaging. He’s quick to grab it from your hands, giddy to see whatever Pokemon character was inside.
"Take mine, too," he says, handing you his square, with an illustration of a pink, deer-like creature - not at all like the Pokemon he usually mentioned.
"Oh, she’s pretty!”
"Exactly..." he says. "Deerling, that's her name. She's a new favorite of mine, actually. Her colors change based on the different seasons in the year... and when she evolves, her deer form's antlers are basically how branches are decorated in nature: budding flowers and leaves for spring, greenery for summer, you get the picture. She's the only one that truly encapsulates the beauty of our world..."
"All that for a Pokemon? I'm jealous," you tease, but he doesn't laugh, quietly opening the envelope you'd handed to him.
“Yes!” he cheers. “I don’t have this one yet - Moltres. Ah, you really are my good luck charm, huh?"
"Am I? I guess you should keep me around, then, huh?" you say, leaning back on the couch and poking his shoulder.
"That's the plan," Namjoon says, his eyes still thoughtfully fixated on the sticker he fiddled with, but only for a moment. “Uhm… I… we… should probably get some sleep, huh? I should probably…go. Uhm, should I?”
“Do you want to go?” you ask, feeling a tightening in your chest at the thought. Just like all those nights in bed, it was too comfortable to remember that this wasn't your entire reality but stolen, secret time. Always, one found themselves reminding the other to snap back to reality. It was beautifully torturous, just as you two had liked it for so long… until it began to sink in that the beauty could stand on its own…. if only one of you had the courage. 
“….No. No I don’t really want to go, Y/N. But if you want me to….” 
“I don’t want you to,” you interrupt, nudging his fingertip with yours right over your knees until your hands are intertwined. “I mean someone has to help me fit that stupid sheet onto the bed... and you're quite familiar with my sheets."
“I am,” he smiles, nodding to himself and squeezing your hand with his.
“Then we can get in… and just go to sleep… or cuddle,” you wonder, feeling Namjoon's soft hand under yours.
“Like couples do?” Namjoon asks, finally meeting your gaze for the first time that night.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m thinking like couples do,” you whisper, your breath hitching on the words that spoke your once unthinkable, far-fetched desire while looking at it right in the eyes. 
“Me too,” he smiles, bringing your hand up to kiss it and rest it at his dimples. “Like couples it is then.”
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jjkeverlast · 1 year
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keep in step | knj (m)
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-> pairing professor!namjoon x professor!f.reader
-> genre/au's smut, enemies to lovers, dinner party au!
-> summary after namjoon has got you worked up for nothing, you find a way to reclaim your power, and what better way than to do it at the annual dinner party?
-> word count 2.6k
-> warnings sexual tension | reader teases joon with cake lol | taehyung and jungkook are mentioned | namjoon's thighs (trust me it's a warning) | namjoon is wearing the outfit | oral (m. receiving)
-> author's note i cannot believe that a request from my milestone celebration AND joon feeding us so much content today had me writing pt2 so quickly... but here we aaaare :)))) i highly suggest reading the first part, which you can find here ! to my lovely readers and moots who have been waiting for a second part, i hope this meets your expectations <3 also big thanks for the banner made by my lovely mari ( @archivedkookie ) i love you babe, it's absolutely beautiful omg.
i should note that play the game was a request by my darling jess @btsgotjams27 for my milestone last year and therefore there will not be a taglist to this! thank you :)
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Three months. Three painful months of doing absolutely nothing after your little mishap with Namjoon. It was torture, to be quite honest. Somehow you weren’t certain about him, about his intentions with you and certainly not how to revenge yourself in the perfect way. 
Namjoon proved towards you that his little scheme in the copy room was part of some fucked up game. A game to prove you don’t hate him. Currently, it’s one to zero, but you’re going to prove to not only him but yourself as well, that he isn’t here for the game, but you. 
Another reason for you to have yet to revenge yourself was because Namjoon was barely in the same capacity as you. The universe loves to suddenly turn your world upside down and make sure that you and Namjoon now have separate auditoriums for your classes. Therefore, you haven’t exactly been annoyed with him as you were before when he overtook your classes time. 
It wasn’t until the annual teacher’s dinner party that Namjoon was at your expense. 
The dinner party was a tradition, paid by the university to give thanks for the teacher’s hard work throughout the year. The venue that was picked out was spacious, various tables decorating it and big chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. 
As soon as you stepped in, Namjoon was the first to catch your eye. He was wearing an all black outfit, his hair dark in a nice cut. It’s the first time you’re seeing him without his glasses and the sight is refreshing. There’s something about how his eyes are more captive from a mile away for you, and how exposed his defined face is. 
Namjoon’s eyes move towards you, gliding down to your feet in a slow movement. He smirks, his dimple prominent by the action and you’re trying to hold your breath. He’s not going to win tonight. You’ll make sure of it. 
A few presentations are presented by various teachers and counselors. All of them honoring the hard work. You’re sitting next to Kim Taehyung, an art history professor who’s been nothing but kind to you. His boxy smile and lame jokes keep you in a good mood and keeps you away from thinking about a certain someone. 
You don’t know what it is about Namjoon. Ever since he went down on you in the copy room, giving you a mindblowing orgasm he has managed to engrave himself in your head and infiltrate your love life. Yes, you had clearly tried to find a solution, a partner who actually wants you but whenever you managed to get a date, Namjoon’s dimple filled smile and his tongue skills would cloud your mind and leave you in irritation. 
Every part of you wants to look and glance at Namjoon. He’s sitting two tables away from you, his laugh flowing through the venue directly to you and you grab tightly onto your bag to restrain yourself. 
Just stick to the plan. 
‘’Wow, can’t believe we’re already halfway through the year.’’ Taehyung comments, earning your attention. 
‘’Yeah, time really does fly.’’ He nods along, swirling his thumb against his wine glass as if he’s contemplating taking another sip. He mutters under his breath, grabbing onto the glass and taking a light sip. The cringing expression on his face connects to his pondering face from before. Taehyung isn’t a wine person, but in most cases alcohol is still in the end, alcohol. 
The first course gets served and everyone on the table is pleased. Minor conversations are exchanged, mostly university related and you join in once in a while. Somehow your mind continues to play Namjoon’s words before he took the courage and kissed you. 
‘’You hate me, yet you stare at me as if you want me.’’ 
Brain, kindly shut the fuck up. You don’t notice yourself poking more aggressively at the food in front of you but it’s the only way for you to scold yourself. 
Namjoon doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s— 
You almost drop your fork, glancing upwards to find Namjoon watching you with delicate eyes. His fingers trail beneath his chin, nodding along to the person babbling away next to him. But his gaze, his gaze remains on you. You squirm in your seat, clearing your throat as you avert your attention elsewhere. 
Fuck, that’s another point for him. 
You’d love to blame yourself for this, but in reality it’s his fault. His fault for showing up with an outfit showcasing every part of his body that is to drool for. You’re thankful that you aren’t sitting with him, or else you’d constantly throw glances downwards to his prominent thick thighs. You may or may have not once dreamt about riding them. But that’s for him to wonder and for you to know. 
The desert rolls around, a creamy cake and Taehyung’s eyes light up at the delicacy being placed in front of him. Maybe you’ve had enough, or maybe you’d love to finally revenge yourself seeing Namjoon is already giving you the perfect attention for it. 
Slowly, you take a bite, locking eyes with Namjoon from across the room. The cream manages to fill out the corners of your lips. Instead of taking a napkin, you drag your thumb over the corners before licking the excess. To your success, it works. Namjoon’s lips slightly part by your action, his adam’s apple bobbing proving he’s lost his breath due to it. 
Taehyung accidentally drops a piece of cake on his pants, groaning loudly which snaps you back from your lustful trance with Namjoon. You help Taehyung, handing him your unused napkin and he thanks you with a sincere smile. 
With hope, you return your gaze to Namjoon, but he’s gone. You look around, noticing how multiple have left the table and are now mingling amongst each other in playful chatter. This is your chance. 
‘’Hey, I’ll be right back. I just need to use the restroom.’’ You excuse yourself to Taehyung and he thankfully doesn’t seem to mind, leaving the table himself to talk with Jeon Jungkook, a biology professor. 
You set yourself on a mission to find Namjoon, walking away from the crowd, stumbling past some empty rooms that seem to be reserved for future meetings. When you reach the exit, someone pulls at your arm, pushing you inside a cramped closet. 
The minute you’re about to scream, you notice it’s Namjoon and your brows frown. Even though you were looking for him, you’re annoyed with every part of him and how he manages to affect you without having to lay a single finger on you. 
‘’Missed me?’’ He raises a brow in tact with the question. 
You roll your eyes at his comment, yet your body shivers. 
‘’I still hate you. Nothing has changed.’’ You step closer, the material of his jacket brushing against your exposed skin. 
Slowly, a smile grows on Namjoon’s face and a laugh manages to slip out. 
‘’Nothing has changed. Right, and you definitely haven’t been thinking about my tongue.’’ The words roll off perfectly, going straight to your core. 
‘’Not exactly.’’ 
With confidence, you bring your hands on him, trailing on his white shirt beneath the black jacket. Namjoon hisses by the sudden action, mouth agape as he watches you carefully explore his upper body. 
‘’Oh yeah? Then tell me.’’ You look up, moving your face closer to his until his nose brushes against yours. 
‘’Been thinking about sucking you off.’’ 
Namjoon closes his eyes before muttering, ‘’Fuck.’’ 
He moves closer, his lips hovering above yours but instead of completing his action you drop down to your knees. You give yourself support by holding firmly onto Namjoon’s thighs. They tense once in a while under your palm and it makes it hard for you not to imagine what it’d be like riding them. How the prominent lines of his muscles would flex under you, encouraging to continue as you hold tightly onto him. 
Maybe, if you still badly want him after this, you’ll take that fantasy into consideration. 
For now, you want nothing more than to return the gesture you would’ve given Namjoon since he left you half naked in the printer room. 
The material of his pants cling nicely to his thighs, showcasing a bit of what’s underneath and excitement bubbles at the pit of your stomach. Namjoon has completely lost his use of words, only breathing heavily as he observes your every move. 
Your palms start to move slowly over the material, feeling the soft sensation it carries. You squeeze down once or twice, dragging closer to his bulge that has started to strain beneath the slacks. You’re tempted to open the single button that keeps his pants up, but this is Namjoon. The Kim Namjoon who’s been on your nerves for the longest time. The Kim Namjoon who you thought you hated, but now? You aren’t exactly certain what you feel towards him. 
‘’I know what you’re doing.’’ Namjoon says. 
‘’And what am I doing?’’ You ask but don’t stop the motions of your hands. 
‘’You’re being slow on purpose, to torture me for all those months.’’ Wow. Kim Namjoon may carry a brain after all. 
It was your plan, to show him how painful slow can be and to poke him for being a slow professor in general. He’s taken you by surprise by cracking the code so quickly. 
You hum in approval. ‘’You got me.’’ Before you continue, Namjoon’s hooded eyes catch your attention. 
‘’I’m gonna show you how slow I can be.’’ It’s the last thing Namjoon hears from you, before you’ll tease him till he’ll plead for you to give in. 
Your mouth hovers above his bulge, lips trailing on the closed off zipper. The movements of your hands never stop admiring his firm thighs, how big they are under your burning skin. 
‘’You’re a fucking menace.’’ Namjoon manages to choke out, mind blurred from your breath so close yet so far from where he wants you. 
Ignoring his comment to your pace, you take a step further, removing his pants and dragging them down to his feet. His naked golden skin catches you off guard. The light partakes in making it look extraordinary, showing you the minor details of his definite muscles. 
‘’Shit.’’ You mutter under your breath and even though you aren’t looking at Namjoon, you can paint out the cocky smile he’s carrying. 
Straightening your back, you move closer, toying with the waistband that clings nicely on his hips. You haven’t even removed his boxers yet, but the outline of his cock tells you exactly what you’ve been wondering. Kim Namjoon is big. 
It’s a challenge you’re willing to take — in your mouth to be exact. 
Lifting the white shirt, you trail a few wet kisses on his abdomen and v-line. Namjoon grunts in response, grabbing onto your cheek out of instinct. The touch of his hand feels warm, careful and delicate and you urge yourself to not lean into his touch. 
Curiosity gets the worse out of you and with no warning, you pull down the briefs abruptly. Namjoon’s breath gets caught in his throat, a clogged moan slipping past his lips. You’re trying not to drool once his cock is fully exposed in front of you. Anger manages to seep through as well, remembering him keeping it a secret from you when you both got a taste of one another for the first time. 
He’s painfully hard, pre-cum leaking off his tip and you mentally praise yourself. You’ve managed to work him up a lot quicker than you had imagined. He’s never truly shown how much he wants you, even though his tongue has been on you. Namjoon never once admitted how much he wants you. 
Your lips trail on his thighs, inching closer to his cock that’s begging for attention but you aren’t so easy. The bridge of your nose brushes against the base of his cock and Namjoon’s grip on your cheek tightens. 
‘’You’re fucking killing me.’’ He’s laughing softly, although it’s painted with irritation. 
A small peck is received by your end. ‘’Tell me how badly you want me, and maybe I’ll give in.’’ 
Namjoon knows you’re playing the game, the game he started back then when he wanted you to admit how badly you wanted him before he dropped down to his knees, trailing his tongue on every part of you. You bat your eyes, waiting for him to give in and Namjoon clenches his jaw — contemplation overtaking his expression. 
With a deep breath, Namjoon closes his eyes. ‘’Please. Need your mouth so fucking badly.’’ 
One to one, to you. Let’s make that two. 
You comply, letting your tongue trail freely from the base to the tip, coating him in your saliva. The sounds from Namjoon are unexplainable, his moans sending you through the roof. 
The tip settles heavy on the end of your tongue, and you look up, catching a sight of Namjoon straining his neck, veins decorating it. 
Swirling your tongue on his tip, you manage to taste him. You open wider, inviting more of him inside your warm mouth, lips closing around his cock. With the help of your hand, you stroke what your mouth can’t cover and you start off at a slow pace. 
‘’Fuck—’’ Namjoon curses under his breath. His hand never leaves your cheek, secretly loving how he’s able to feel his cock inside your mouth. 
The slow pace is still a threat to him, but your soft lips on the outline of cock eases down the hatred he has for your plan. 
Internally you hope no one catches the both of you. Inside a closet, at an annual dinner party doing anything but friendly chatter which the other professors are too busy maintaining. It’s kind of thrilling somehow, your secret sneaking around with Namjoon — a professor you were bound to hate — yet here you are stuffing your mouth with his cock. 
The thrill starts building up when muttered chatter can be heard from where you are, and with that you completely blow off your plan, quickening the pace out of the blue. 
Namjoon knows you’re both at risk and he’d wish he would be able to enjoy this without having an uncomfortable thought of being caught. He bites his bottom lip, refraining himself from being too loud and giving you both away. 
Quickening your pace makes it easier for Namjoon to reach his limit. His thighs tense, along with his hand on your cheek and you’re prepared for him to come in your mouth. The last thing you want is for people to find cum stains in the closet while picking out their jacket to go home. 
‘’Shit baby— Yes. Fuck!’’ One choked out moan and Namjoon’s orgasm seeps through, the cum spilling itself in the base of your throat. The nickname catches you off guard, but you’re too busy making sure you don’t leave a mess behind. Thankfully, you succeed and quickly pull yourself up to your feet. 
‘’Holy shit.’’ Namjoon blurts out, panting with a smile. 
‘’We need to leave, before anyone catches us.’’ You inform, grabbing his wrist towards the exit while he fumbles with getting his pants back on. 
The air is a bit cooler once you’ve stepped out, Namjoon behind your trail. The dinner party is still going on, music starting to play over speakers and the teachers forming an awkward dance circle. 
‘’Hey, do you wanna get out of here?’’ The question throws you off guard. 
‘’What?’’ 
‘’Yeah, I mean my place isn’t far from here and I’d love to finally fuck you.’’ 
You chuckle, crossing your arms. ‘’You’re gonna have to earn that.’’ 
Before Namjoon responds, you turn your back, returning to Kim Taehyung and the rest of the crowd. 
Two to one, Kim Namjoon. 
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soft4gguk · 1 year
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doom boy | knj
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Description: idol!namjoon x reader
Content: pwp. 18+
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: dom!namjoon, switch!reader, bratty reader, brat tamer namjoon oof!!, oral (m. receiving), fingering, protected sex, like two little slaps on the cheek (namjoon best boy tho i promise), ass slapping, pet names & use of the word ‘slut’, lil secret relationship?? gasp
Author’s Note: namjoon is bias wrecking me i think that should be excuse enough. sexy nukim performance that nobody prepared us for?? he's just so tall and buff it’s making me sick. @angsttd this one’s for u baby 🫡 here to serve u.
★ masterlist ★
This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x
doom boy
When Eva’s eyes leave yours mid-sentence, your initial instinct is to follow her gaze, slightly puzzled as to what could’ve possibly caught her attention. Yes, you were in a room full of A-list celebrities, stars if you will, but it’s not like your job didn’t require you to mingle with said stars on the daily. It was hard to star-struck you at this point – not to mention Eva, who had quite literally sent out the invites to this party. She’d been responsible for the guest list, too. 
It’s then you realize she’s not star-struck, no. She’s meticulously calculating her next move. 
“I didn’t think they’d come,” she says, more to herself than to you. 
You smile, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Ah…”
“Does he know I know? About the two of you, I mean.”
“Yeah. I mean, you did walk in on us.”
She pleads with her eyes, apologetic though she knows there’s no malice behind your words, just teasing. “You’ll make me take that to the grave now, won’t you?”
“If I don’t, the NDA certainly will.”
“He’s walking this way…” her voice is slightly frantic and she stares down at the bar, eyes shooting daggers at the vodka soda she tightly grips to. 
“Just him?”
“No. Hobi’s with him.”
“That’s good. Less suspicious that way.”
Eva doesn’t know how it is you’re keeping your composure in times like these. She doesn’t know how you look so effortlessly unaffected by it, by him. It’s almost as if you were expecting it – the magnetic pull with which he seems to be walking towards you. 
It’s Hoseok the one that takes the lead, walking right in front of Namjoon and greeting the two of you with a smile. 
“Eva, ___!” He’s bubbly and it’s contagious and you can’t help but smile. Eva relaxes visibly, too. 
“Hobi, so glad you could make it,” Eva says, turning to Namjoon who catches up, now standing between you and Hoseok. “The both of you!”
“Our pleasure.” Namjoon’s voice makes you crack a smile that he doesn’t see, eyes focused on the way you twirl your straw around your fizzy gin & tonic. 
It’s small talk at first, mostly work related, serving as easy disguise, Eva and Hobi your accomplices as you begin to feel a shift in his body, that pull inevitably intoxicating now. It’s hard to fight it, let alone ignore it. 
He leans against the counter, eyes looking ahead at the myriad of liquor bottles adorning the wall adjacent to the bar. When he talks, it’s only for you to hear. 
“I have to rely on pure coincidence to see you nowadays.”
You smile. “I’ve been busy.”
“Oh, I know.”
“So have you, let’s not point fingers.”
He likes that, the assuredness with which you speak and the way your voice rarely falters, even when he can see the effect his proximity is starting to have on you. Your instincts get the best of you, and you can’t help but be grateful they did because when you finally face him, he’s looking at you, too. That signature smile adorning his face, the one that dimples his cheeks and meets his eyes a little too dreamily; like it was written with the outmost attention to detail by someone that was just as smitten as you. Only you’re not good with words, not in a way that would do the feeling honor at least. 
“Are you staying much longer?”
“No.” It’s barely audible, just for him to hear. “You?”
“I’m performing.”
“That’s a pleasant surprise. Maybe I’ll stick around long enough to catch it.”
He smirks, innocently in the eyes of anyone that isn’t you. “I do like to grant you a pleasant time.”
You look away, eyes back on your drink before you’re bringing it over to your lips, a sip of liquid courage that you prolong for more reasons than one. 
“Right,” you smile at him, a little too boldly, it almost makes him nervous. “I’m walking away now…”
That smile is still there as you turn around, stealing one last glance at him, the one that lets him know this is not where your evening ends. The one that sees you off with a promise. He tells himself to stop staring, to focus elsewhere the moment your back faces him but he’s too weak to listen to the voices of reason inside his head. 
You’re beautiful, tempting, alluring and all of the words in the dictionary his mind scavenges for. Namjoon is good with words and he’d find them all if it meant doing you justice. 
He eventually loses you in the crowd, hair falling over your shoulders and back, a tight little dress hugging you perfectly and it’s then he’s made aware the next couple of hours could very well be torture as he stands so close, yet so far away from you. 
~
You pride yourself in two things in this life: your work ethic and your poker face. You’ve come to realize that when working the field you do, the latter comes in handy to power said work ethic. Keeping it professional, but most importantly, keeping yourself unfazed. It’s a wave that ripples until it oozes confidence, another much needed trait in this industry. 
Right now, all your assets are failing you. 
It’s not like you were expecting the lyrics girl we can keep it low while we do the ride to be accompanied by innocent stage presence but alas, you’re surprised. And yes, it’s pleasant, only unpleasantly so as you try to keep your cool as the entire room rumbles in cheers, screams and what you’re pretty sure are a couple of moans and whimpers here and there. You get it, you do. But you can’t exactly join the frenzied state of the girls and boys alike. No – you’re holding more than just attraction for him. You hold a secret. 
He's sexy, confident, head rolling to the beat of the song and God when your eyes scan his body it’s hard for you to actually comprehend his proportions. Taller than most and lean, so lean yet buff. His clothes fit him like they’re painted on and you’re glad you’re not his stylist because you’d be out of a job by now. You can’t help but praise whoever took the executive decision to put him in a turtle neck, though, convinced that not even you could’ve done the job so exquisitely. 
You lock gazes, if only for a second and when your mind stops spiralling over the little moment you held you cuss it out. Dismissing it, reminding yourself that this not the time, nor is it the place. Reminding yourself that in reality, cruel as it is, it never is the time or the place for the little dynamic you two have developed over the past three months. 
But the moment he comes off stage and his gaze finds yours yet again, this time for longer, you know you’re doomed. 
Pun intended. 
~
You don’t mind it. The sneaking around, the fact that he’s essentially taking you home but in two different cars, the extra security and having to seal whatever happens behind closed doors with a signature. None of it matters because the moment you step through the door that he shuts behind you, he’s concealing you from it all, and with every step he takes to close the distance between your bodies, he distances you from reality. At least from the one that involves this messy situation that at times feels like an arrangement.
Not now, though. No. Right now it feels like the very last memory you have of his soft lips on yours, of the way he tasted and the way your breath hitched, electrifyingly so. You crave it now more than ever, but you’re not one to beg – at least not right away. 
He takes one last step forward and there it is, the way your body gives you away, a heaved breath leaving you and when it does, your chests touch. He looks down at where your bodies connect for the first time today, eyes finding yours a second after. 
“Want you,” he says, voice raspy as his hand wraps around your wrist gently, traveling down until his fingers are intertwined with yours. “Want you since I last had you.”
“Yeah?” He knows the question is rhetorical but he nods anyways, the sigh you let out fanning across his lips. 
“Fuck, ___. Let me have you.”
“You can have me.”
The hand that once gently held yours now finds its way tangled in your tresses of hair, exploring for all but a second before he’s tightening his grip, bringing you closer until your lips are touching, but he doesn’t kiss you. Not yet. 
“Can I? Will you be good?” 
Your lips part, eyes closing, silently begging for a kiss but all it earns you is a harsh pull, his lips now too far away for your liking. 
“Yes. Yes, I’ll be good.”
“Why should I believe you? You’re such a little brat, baby. Had to tame it out of you the last time.” He brings his lips to your neck, placing a soft kiss on your warm skin as his palm loses its grip, fingers gently massaging your scalp. 
“I promise I’ll be good, Namjoon. I’ll be good for you. Please.”
His hand wraps around the back of your neck, softly pulling you to him until he’s placing a peck on your plump lips. Your breath is erratic, pulse raising at the mere contact and you want more. You need more. 
“Please,” you plead.
“Yeah? You’re asking so nicely. You know I can’t say no to you, baby.”
You look up at him with glassy eyes, shaking your head, agreeing with him to your favour. “N-no.”
“I could never say no to you.” His voice loses that edge for a second, eyes staring into yours, telling you things your dizzy state can’t quite read but there’s no need for it. It all falls into bliss the moment his lips are on yours, with force this time. You melt into him, lips parting to let him in, his teeth nipping at your bottom one before his tongue soothes the action. You want his lips everywhere, his mark, too. He kisses you like he’s mentally mapping everything he's going to do to you and the anticipation becomes sweet torture. 
His free arm wraps around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer as your hands find his hair, fingers getting tangled in the locks. 
“Fuck, you’ve any idea how hard it was to perform with you in my direct line of vision?”
“No,” it’s an honest answer. You hadn’t even noticed that he could see you from up there. 
His palm closes around your fingers, his own getting lost in his hair for a second before he’s bringing both your hands down and in between your bodies until you’re palming his cock over the tight fabric of his slacks. He tightens your grip until you can make the shape of him perfectly with your touch. It makes you salivate.
“Did I paint you a picture?”
“Fuck. Want you in my mouth. Please.”
“On your knees, baby.”
You slide your body down the wooden door, a bit sloppily, out of character even and he lets out a chuckle, raising an eyebrow as he sees you struggle a bit to get on a comfortable position on your knees. The hardwood makes it hard. His fingers tangle on your hair again, bending over at the waist until he’s smashing your lips against his. 
“I’ll kiss them better afterwards. Promise.”
With sweet words and a kiss to your cheek, he lets you continue, eyes fixed on the way you fiddle with his belt buckle for a second before you’re freeing him from the constraint around his waist. When you undo the button of his pants, your hand pulls his shirt up until a little bit of his abdomen is exposed, soft yet firm as you place a kiss on the tanned skin. His breath hitches in anticipation, the feel of your lips against him already driving him crazy and his cock is not even out of his boxer briefs yet. 
“No teasing, ___.”
“I’m not,” you look up at him, agile fingers pulling his zipper down, palm closing around his clothed cock until he’s hissing. “Just like to take my time with you.”
“Hah-,” his words are lost the moment your teeth nibble at the band of his Calvin’s, warm breath hitting the sensitive skin of his pelvis. He feels like someone wired his every fucking nerve, so very supple to you. “We don’t learn, do we?” 
You shake your head, a smug little smirk adorning your face as you rejoice in the way he’s complying the more your mouth travels south. His pants come down to his thighs, boxers following right after until you’re met with the very object of your desire.
Namjoon has the prettiest cock you’ve ever laid eyes on. Your hand wraps so perfectly around it, his size ensuring your fingers barely touch and his length guaranteeing a long, thick stripe from your tongue – base to tip until it’s wet enough for your hand to glide comfortably. 
“Fuck,” his hand leans against the door, eyes following your every move, not wanting to miss the way your pretty lips wrap around his crown, tongue circling around the sensitive skin until you’re pulling a throaty moan out of him. 
You look up as your tongue laps at him, big eyes feigning innocence as you leave little kitten licks that tease him for long enough to catch him off guard, hand placed at his base as you force yourself down his dick until the tip is hitting the back of your throat, your gag reflex only making things harder for Namjoon who has to take a deep breath to stop himself from blowing his load right then and there. 
“You’re such a fucking minx,” he’s surprised he manages to get the sentence out in one breath, patience running low but his fun intensifying as you moan around his cock. If you didn’t have a mouthful right now, he could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smile forming at your lips. Hands tightening on your hair, he pulls you away in one swift tug, smirking when drool drips down your chin as you try to catch your breath. 
“You like me there, baby? Want me deep?”
“Yes, please.”
He grabs the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your tongue when you open up for him again. 
“Hm. Should I fuck your mouth since you want to get brave?”
“Yes.” When you nod, his grip on your hair tightens. 
“Open up.”
You comply, laying your tongue flat and taking a deep breath before you start taking him inch by inch. The thrust of his hips is slow at first, a sensual pace that has you bringing your legs closer together, but soon enough he picks up pace, making you gag with every jerk of his hips. 
“Shit, that feels so good.” Your eyes begin to water, throat clenching around his crown. “You can take it, baby. Take it like my good little slut.”
You moan around his cock, the vibrations sending a dangerous signal all the way to his balls and he has to pull you off him to stop himself from coming – breathing erratic and chest flushed. Fuck, he could die this way and go happily. You look so fucked out, and all for him. 
He helps you up, getting down on his own knees the moment you’re on your feet. You giggle, rolling your eyes at his sudden change of demeanour.
“Promised I’d kiss them better.” He places gentle kisses on both your knees, his palms rubbing the red skin soothingly. “I can kiss anywhere you want me to and make it better.”
Your fingers get lost in his dark hair, eyes closing in pleasure as his hand snakes in between your thighs. You love the foreplay, his tongue and his fingers and the way they move so expertly around you but you don’t think you have the patience for it today. You have to fuck him. Now.
“Need you inside me, Joonie.”
“Wanna taste you, baby.”
“Please,” you whine. “I’m so wet.”
He bites his lip, eyes on yours as his hand travels further up, eyes widening and gaze darkening the moment he comes into contact with your naked cunt. You whimper when his fingers part your lips, digits gathering your slick before they tease your clit, not quite putting the pressure you need into it, just a feather light touch. 
“What’s this, huh?”
“M-my dress was too t-tight,” you say, shaky breaths leaving you.
“Hm, that’s right. So fucking tight, leaves pretty much nothing to the imagination.” His lips come into contact with your hips, biting over the fabric and you hiss, the burning feeling mixing with the pleasure. 
He stands up, coming face to face with you before he’s motioning over to his bedroom with a cock of his head, slapping your ass when you take the lead, knowing your way around his home rather well at this point considering he’d fucked you in most hard surfaces.
You remove your dress upon entering his room, relieved to have the tight fabric off your body. You throw yourself onto his huge bed, crawling towards the pillows to get comfortable. He’s got other plans, though. 
“Ah, not so fast. Stay there, baby.”
You simply smile at him, turning around so he can see you as you lay flat on the soft mattress, fingers lightly skimming your warm skin as you let him take you in. The dim light gives him a perfect view of you and you’re well aware that if this was any other man, you’d be too in your head to enjoy his eyes on you, but it’s Namjoon. His eyes dancing all over your naked body sends a rush of excitement pooling at your lower belly, and when his gaze finds your face and he smiles fondly, the feeling pools at your chest. 
He fully discards of his pants and boxers, shirt following not too long after and when his knee hits the mattress as he begins to make his way towards you, you take the time to take him in. He looks even more toned than the last time, if that’s even possible. Forearm flexing as he strokes his cock, thick thighs clenching as he makes himself feel good to the sight of you. 
His legs pry yours open as he stands between them, gaze dropping to your glistening cunt. 
“I love it when you get this wet,” his thumb circles your clit, traveling down to your center and then back up, easing the glide the more you gush for him. His voice is throaty when he says, “prettiest pussy.”
“Mm, ‘s yours,” your voice is airy, dreamy even as your eyes flutter closed, a moan escaping you when his ring and middle finger enter you. 
“Feel good, princess?” 
“Y-yes, fuck- can’t wait to have your cock inside of me. Please, Namjoon. Need you inside.”
“How badly?”
Before you can get words out, his fingers hook inside of you, hitting that spot immediately, making you buck your hips and let out a high-pitched moan. “So fucking badly, baby- please.”
“Ride me.”
“Shit- yes.”
You’re eager, that much he can tell. Probably thinking that control has been handed back to you as you confidently push him towards his sea of pillows and swiftly throw a leg around his body, straddling him. 
He pats the mattress around him until he finds the condom he’d thrown onto the bed before discarding his pants, bringing the shiny foil square to his lips and carefully ripping it open. You take the condom from him, rolling it down his shaft expertly, and a little impatiently, one hand leaning against his chest as the other guides his cock to your center, teasing yourself a few times before you begin to sink into him. 
You both throw your heads back, falling into the pleasure. It feels so good, so much so it doesn’t take you by surprise when you say,
“I feel so close already,” moaning as you roll your hips against his.
His big palms grip at the flesh, stalling your movements which earns him a scowl from you. 
“You cum when I say you can.”
“Joonie, please-” your voice is saccharine sweet but the attempts are unsuccessful, moan hitching on your throat as he thrusts into you with force, hand tangled in your hair once again. “F-fuck, baby.”
“God, you feel so good. Tightest pussy. Wanna fuck you forever.”
He’s merciless, fucking into you at an inhumane speed, with a force that you didn’t even think was possible from this angle, either. You can barely wrap your head around a thought, let alone articulate words as Namjoon leaves you a babbling mess on top of him. 
“You’re gonna make me c-cum- you’re gonna make me cum if you go that fast, please.”
He thinks it’s cute, the desperate little tilt to your voice, eyes struggling to stay open as they lock on his, pleading for mercy. His hand travels down your ass, groping the plump skin for a second before he’s delivering a hard slap that has your back arching, his name getting caught in your throat as you mewl in pleasure. His hips don’t stop their obliterating pace and your legs begin to shake as you start to hold back from coming. 
“Namjoon.” It’s a warning, head falling forward as your thighs close around his waist. 
“Be good, ___.”
“I-I can’t it feels too good, fuck!” you outright scream. 
“Thought you could get away- with being a brat huh, baby?” you can feel the strain in his voice, both from the physical exertion and the way his balls threaten to tip him over the edge anytime now. Your eyes flutter closed and he stops.
“What are you doing,” your question is frantic, so fucking close to your high you can feel it in your tongue. 
“Ride me, baby.”
Your hips begin to move, as slowly as you can muster but Namjoon knows your body too well, he knows you know how to get yourself off expertly with his cock and it’s soon enough that you’re crying out, a desperate little whisper.
“I’ll cum.”
“Look at me, ___.” He says, and when you don’t comply, too fucked out to hold eye contact, he grabs a hold of your jaw. “Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me?”
“Yes, fuck, I want to be a good girl for you.”
“Mm, yeah. I know you can do it, baby. Come on.” His grip tightens and you know what’s coming. Your gaze gives him the permission he needs, his big palm cupping your cheek, sweetly at first before he’s drawing it back slightly, slapping the flushed skin until you’re moaning. 
“Choke me,” you say, and he complies after another little slap to your cheek, big hands wrapping around your neck, just the right amount of force to have you feeling airy and just the good amount of lightheaded.
“You’re so sexy, princess. So fucking beautiful, too.” He tightens his grip around your neck ever so slightly as he brings your lips down to his. “Wanna cum?”
You don’t break the kiss. “Yes, please.”
“Cum, baby. Cum around this cock.”
You don’t need more encouragement than that, body relaxing as he loosens the grip on your throat, letting go fully as your orgasm hits you in the most mind-blowing waves of pleasure. You moan into his mouth, pulling at his hair as your body shakes on top of his. 
“Fuck, ___. I’m gonna cum.” You kiss him, throaty groans against your lips sending your mind into a frenzy as he shoots into the condom.
Your bodies grow weak, breathing erratic as little giggles leave the two of you, too fucked silly to even ask what it is you both find so funny – all you know is that it always seems to be the aftermath of your escapades. This inexplicable giddy feeling filling your senses, euphoric almost. 
If you weren’t too drunk in lust it’d scare you. 
“Wanna shower? Have some ramen? Fucking hate the finger food at those parties.”
“Want me to relay the message to my bosses?”
He laughs, leaning in to kiss you, deep and full of something you can’t quite decipher. 
“I’ll wait for you in the shower.” 
He pecks your lips once again and makes his way to his ensuite bathroom. 
You lay there for a while, deep in aimless thoughts that you know will land you nowhere but back in his arms, in the same dynamic, the same secret. 
Yet you don’t care. 
Doom seems to be blissful when it comes to him. 
~
stream the astronaut 👩🏼‍🚀!! and sexy nukim!! and left and right!! and JITB!! and christmas tree!! and with you!! and that that!! and bad decisions!! and proof!! lets get it besties 🫂
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eoieopda · 1 year
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Namjoon + “sibling’s best friend” except the sibling has been rooting for them to get together for years
combined with your other namjoon request 💕🫶🏻
Namjoon + “stuck in an elevator” bc god of destruction or simply bad luck idm either
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the one with namjoon and the u-haul
ft. jeon!reader, moving day, a mild age gap, jk being a lil shit as usual, and blondejoon 🥵 (cw: claustrophobia / brief depiction of a would-be anxiety attack)
If you ever managed to get your hands on your brother, you might kill him.
Of course, you’d have to find him first — and if your sixteen unanswered calls were any indication, Jeon Jungkook might’ve left this mortal coil already. Unfortunately for you and the rented U-Haul parked outside your apartment building, you needed that evasive little shit and his inhuman stamina.
More importantly, you’d needed him an hour ago when that rental clock started ticking.
The minutes you’d burned up already — firing text after unacknowledged text at your twin — were ones you’d quite literally pay for later in the form of late fees. Jungkook knew this, knew you, knew that your neurotic, Type-A brain had calculated exactly how much time would be needed for the two of you to orchestrate your cross-town move. Just like he knew you were simultaneously too weak to move these boxes yourself; and too poor to shell out for the full-day rental package or professional movers.
And yet, there he wasn’t.
You’d worn crop circles into the carpet already with your relentless pacing. One more step, and the pedometer built into your Apple Watch might give up altogether, explode into a cloud of sparks around your wrist. Worse, it might send out an emergency alert to the nearest mobile crisis unit and get your ass pink-slipped. Maybe, you think, you should try being still for once in your life. 
You hit the brakes so suddenly that the inertia makes you wobble, but you don’t fight it. Instead, you let that anxious momentum drop you unceremoniously onto the nearby sofa.
The one was supposed to be loaded up an hour ago.
Not that you’re counting.
Just as soon as you slump with a huff into the cushions, a rhythmic knock at your door yanks you back to your feet. All you see is red as you stagger over a sea of cardboard boxes, wind your way through garment bags, odds and ends to reach the entrance to your apartment. Your hand snaps like a bear trap around the doorknob when you finally clear the obstacle course; and you nearly rip the door off its hinges when your rage propels it open.
The preparatory breath you’d sucked in — gunpowder in your lungs, ready to pop off at your unbelievably tardy brother — instead leaves you in a startled gasp:
“Oh, God.”
Immediately, your face begins to burn with embarrassment. You don’t know what to do with your hands, either; they’re still balled up into fists and ready to swing. Fuck! Sweaty palms! You wipe them furiously on the back pockets of your denim shorts and try to keep the rest of you from liquifying.
“Actually,” comes a surprisingly soft voice from a body so contrary, “It’s pronounced Namjoon.”
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Not that lopsided, tight-lipped smile.
Anything but that.
You, a fool, blurt out the obvious, “You’re not Jungkook.”
Of course, this offering is worthless. The twerp who entered this world three minutes before you was sixty-three minutes late; and his friend — the one you still can’t believe Jungkook manages to keep — was standing in his place. His older, smarter friend, whose massive hands you picture when you —
Kim Namjoon has a laugh that makes less noise the more he means it. Based on the melodic little hiss that erupts in response to your declaration, he finds your buffoonery hilarious.
You are not long for this world, you fear.
“Got me there,” he concedes. Looking up to find him beaming at you, you’re not surprised that staring at his grin — the one that shows all his teeth and makes his eyes crinkle — feels a lot like staring into the sun.
Don’t you dare faint. You’ve survived three years with that face. You can and will be normal about this.
As if that wasn’t enough, Namjoon has the audacity to lay his palm flush against the door jam above your head and lean down and — shit, his biceps just look like that? All the time?
You’re already a puddle at his feet when Namjoon hums, “Heard you needed an extra set of hands.”
You want to ask if he’s psychic — his hands, in any context, are precisely what you need — but you don’t. You clear your throat and throw on your best approximation of nonchalance. Cross your arms over your chest in a way you hope looks casual, tilt your head to the side. 
You raise a single eyebrow before responding, laying it on thick, “So, he lives, huh? Texts you but not his own flesh and blood? Sends his poor hyung as a proxy?”
“I have free will, you know,” Namjoon chides you without any real heat. “And a free afternoon, too.”
He then shrugs his shoulders before pointing over yours. The target he’s acquired sits at the very edge of your peripheral vision, a beast in velvet upholstery. His grin is downright impish when he continues, “Unless your plan is to yeet that couch straight off the balcony, I suspect your options here are limited.”
If you’d been given the opportunity, you’re confident that you may have come up with some witty remark. Instead of ongoing banter, you get a hand on either side of your waist, picking you up and moving your rag doll body out of the doorway. Namjoon smirks as he sets you down, ignores your slacked jaw, and invites himself into your apartment.
On his way to the couch, he spots something that catches his eye. He pauses, bends down towards a laundry basket full of assorted bullshit, and pulls out what can only be described as a cursed object. It’s your most hideous and most beloved possession, having joined you in every major move since you left your parents’ house: a ceramic shelf-sitter in the form of a rooster, the body of which is entirely made of sculpted fruits. 
Namjoon is absolutely baffled by it, open mouth forming a circle as he stares down at his discovery. You should be baffled, you think, it’s God’s ugliest creation. Then, as if the force of his quiet blinking was too much for it to handle, the bunch of bananas composing its tail feathers pops off and promptly falls to the ground.
Horrified, he watches in slow motion as it hits the hardwood below with a thump. You watch as his shoulders sag; unable to tell whether the fond little tug in your chest is based on your weird, broken art, or how completely crushed he looks.
“Ah, fuck. I’m sorry!” He gasps, ducking down to grab the runaway appendage. Fuck the bird — it’s him. Then, he mutters directly to the object looking laughably small in his palm, “What’d you do me like that for? Rude as hell.”
Instinctively, you cross to where Namjoon stands in the center of your living room. When you reach him, you feel him brace himself for your reaction; but all you do is bend at the waist, grab a small tube of super glue from that same laundry basket, and hold it up. He glances from your fingers to your face.
“A must-have when you break shit as often as I do,” you chirp. Then, you gesture with your free hand to the basket. His gaze follows and locks onto the small, strawberry knee joint that you’d accidentally severed as you packed. To say that his eyes light up is an understatement.
Namjoon taps at the “made in” sticker on the bottom of the rooster and smirks, “This is what you get for buying American, honestly.”
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You didn’t have “spending time with Kim Namjoon” on today’s bingo card, but you’re certainly not complaining.
Lucky for you, he was stronger than your idiot brother and infinitely less frustrating to be around. The pair of you moved around your apartment like you were ballroom dancing; neither of you needing the steps called out to know them. It was easy, it was synchronized, and you didn’t have to beg him to stay on task.
Absolute none of that would be the case if your day had gone as planned.
In thirty minutes’ time, all of your possessions had been loaded into the U-Haul except one: the couch. Due to its bulkiness, you knew it’d be difficult to maneuver despite its relatively light weight.
Namjoon, boasting more brain cells than you by a long-shot, had suggested using the elevator. So long as it was angled properly, he reasoned, the two of you could make it fit without issue. Then, you wouldn’t need to wrangle the first neighbor you came across to help you pivot the blasted thing around every stairwell.
It was a short trip, only four floors, so you’d decided not to explain why you’d taken the stairs for every previous run of boxes.
Maybe you should have, because forty-five minutes have passed since you entered that elevator, and you are swiftly running out of ways to pretend that you’re fine.
From where you sit cross-legged on the elevator floor, you can hardly see Namjoon, who is believed to exist somewhere on the other side of your couch. Every now and then, there’d been a flash of blonde hair next to one of the couch’s arms — proof of life — but he’s more often invisible than not.
You’re okay with that fact, you realize. It means he can’t see the way your anxiety is manifesting only half a meter away from him.
“D’you think this call button even works?” He calls out to you, unknowingly contributing to the cold sweat slicking the small of your back, “I’ve pressed it a hundred times and — as you know — we haven’t been rescued.”
You wonder if you sound as strangled as you feel. Throat tight, you mutter, “Nothing in this building works. ‘S part of why I’m moving.”
Apparently, you do sound as strangled as you feel. You hear shifting in Namjoon’s corner of the elevator, and then you see his face materialize near the bottom of the couch. His eyebrows were initially furrowed, but the concern he carried there migrated. It settles and causes his eyes to widen when they find you.
“You alright?” He asks immediately. Sweetly.
In the grand scheme of things, yes, you would concede that you are — generally — more or less alright. You’ve been in worse places with worse company, and relatively speaking, this isn’t your ultimate nightmare. You’re capable of far greater panic than this.
In this moment, however, in this godforsaken metal box with walls that feel like they’re getting closer by the second, and stale air that gets heavier and heavier when you try to breathe it into your lungs, the walls of which are also getting —
Namjoon answers for you, decidedly but without even a hint of judgement, “You’re not alright.”
There’s more shuffling from the corner. Within a few moments, he manages to wriggle himself into a standing position. With two hands now on the couch’s spine, he glances urgently in your direction. His eyes soften, but you’re distracted by the loose lock of blonde hair that falls over his forehead, over them.
“If I find a way to you, does that make it better or worse?”
Of course, big-brain Kim Namjoon has the sense to ask. Of course, he’s emotionally intelligent enough to realize that joining you in your space could either calm your anxiety, or force it into X-Games mode. Of course, you feel like you’re being hydraulically pressed, so you don’t have the available brain cells to run a proper cost-benefit analysis.
So, you peep, “I — uhh, I don’t know?”
He purses his lips like he’s trying not to smile — because, as you’ve learned, he’s a good fucking person — but you feel a little bit less like you’re actively dying when you watch the corner of his mouth twitch upwards. Taking that gut reaction at face value, you swallow and wordlessly wave him over.
Only one way to find out, you suppose.
The way he grunts softly when he single-handedly pushes the couch further upright would make your whole body clench if it wasn’t already. The same is true of your rapid heart rate and the simmering desire to swoon. Wait — it’s called “fainting” if it’s a medical event, right? Whatever it is, the urge only gets stronger when he slots himself into the tiny bit of space at your side.
“Here — Oh, hang on,” He says, prompting you to look his way.
Your eyes catch him just in time to watch him wipe his hand off on his jeans, then hold it out to you. Without a second thought, you accept it. Squeezing slightly to express your gratitude, you smile and let your joint hands rest against your thigh. Like a shot of clonazepam, he has you calm in an instant.
A few moments of silence pass comfortably. Eventually, when your pulse returns to safety, you tilt your head back against the metal wall behind you and gaze upwards. The ceiling is back where it belongs, no longer inching towards you with the intent to flatten you against the floor. You breathe deeply then sigh out the exhale.
“I’m so glad I’m not trapped in here with Jungkook,” you announce, “If he were here, he’d be jumping up and down to try to get this thing to move, and I’d be nerve-barfing everywhere.”
“Good god,” Namjoon snorts. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye; he’s thoroughly amused, not at all grossed out by the picture you’ve painted. You know I’m right, you think.
It’s not clear if he knows you’re watching when his smile turns shy. He says it quietly, like he’s divulging some heavy secret, “Glad I called him off, then.”
You hum in agreement before those words actually register in your distinctly soup-like brain. When they finally do, you tilt your head to the side and narrow your eyes at him in confusion. For the first time in three years, he gets to hear what it sounds like when you buffer in real time:
“Sorry, you — huh?”
The math isn’t adding up. The science isn’t — doing whatever it is that science does. The words? Well, they’re failing you. You’ve got nothing.
Namjoon’s free hand rubs against the back of his neck. He smiles sheepishly, so damn cutely. For a second, he nibbles on his bottom lip before coming clean, “I may have asked Jungkook if I could sub in today.”
No thoughts, head empty, just wide-eyed blinking. It’s all you’re capable of with your stomach doing backflips the way it is.
“He was — umm — more than happy to switch swifts, you know?”
Of course, he was. Jungkook is a brat.
Namjoon chuckles and it’s then that you realize you’d broadcasted your thoughts out loud. He shakes his head as if you hadn’t just spit objective fact out into the elevator. Your eyebrows furrow as you try to follow the plot.
“For being an older brother, Kook’s a surprisingly good wing-man.”
Your jaw drops. Finger raised, you interject immediately, all piss and vinegar. “Joon, he is three minutes older. Don’t you dare give him credit for that. His ego’s already hit the ceiling, and I am not calling him oppa —”
Namjoon purses his lips again. The corner of his mouth ticks upward again. He’s apparently waiting for a response that you haven’t given him, again. Your sentence dies out before you can punctuate it.
Oh. Did you —?
Eyes as big as the moon, you sputter, “Wing man?”
“There you go, champ,” he laughs, affectionately nudging your shoulder with his. “Is that lag one of those twin things people talk about, or —?”
You land a playful smack on his bicep, but let your hand linger. Not unlike the way he’d done twice before, you pinch your lips together and try not to grin like the fool you are. Taking advantage of your pause, Namjoon reaches across his body with his free arm and peels your palm from his bicep. He keeps on holding it and you only melt a little bit.
It takes effort on your part, but you squirm in your spot until you’re able to face him more fully.
“Namjoon, you have to tell me the truth,” you demand. You squint back at him, narrowed eyes emphasizing the dramatic tone you’ve taken. “Did you or did you not break this elevator on purpose?”
He laughs so hard that it’s silent. His heads ducks down, too, until his forehead rests gently against your shoulder. From there, he sighs, “I did not break this elevator on purpose.”
After a pause, he sits back up, handcuffs his gaze to yours, then grins with all his teeth. “I’d be a fool not to capitalize on the opportunity, though.”
You close the distance and kiss him with all you’ve got, cotton-candy sweet and fresh-linen soft. It’s easy — the way it felt when your busy bodies swirled around your living room, never once stumbling — and you swear you hear bells ringing.
Namjoon pulls away breathless. He begins to ask the question, but the gentle lurch of the elevator answers before he can finish.
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7ndipity · 2 months
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Connected
Namjoon x Reader
Summary: Joon loves the way you take care of him and wants to be as close to you as possible.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, swearing, not proofread
A/N: She finally wrote another drabble! It only took 84 years!🙃(I know it was only like a month, but it was pissing me off) A big thanks to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request! Sorry it took me a while to get to, I hope you’ll still like it!
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The late evening light that filtered through the bedroom curtains was just bright enough for you to make out Namjoon’s features as you lay against his chest, waiting for your breathing to return to normal.
Two weeks apart hadn’t really seemed that long of a time until you were back in his arms, and suddenly it was like he hadn’t felt you in months. The cozy dinner you had planned together had long been forgotten, finding a far more fulfilling reunion instead in feverish touches and strangled cries of each other's names.
It might not have been the exact way you planned for the night to go, but as you looked up at him in the cool glow of midnight, you couldn’t imagine a more perfect evening.
“You okay?” You asked softly, noticing the still unsteady pace of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.
“Yeah, that was…” He let out a deep breath. “I needed that.”
You caught the thin strain in his voice, the tone you knew he used when he was stressed but trying to hide it.
“Rough week?” You asked, reaching up to comb your fingers through his messy hair.
“Mhm.” He hummed, closing his eyes, leaning into your touch.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Not really.” He laughed humorlessly. “Honestly, I’m so fucking tired, I don’t even wanna think right now,” He pulled you closer, letting his lips brush against yours as he spoke.”Just wanna be here with you.”
You connected your lips with his, parting them at the faintest probing of his tongue to grant him access to lazily explore your mouth.
As you rubbed his shoulders soothingly, he couldn’t help wincing into the kiss as you passed over a particularly sensitive spot.
Feeling him flinch, you pulled away, looking up at him with concern.
“Is something wrong?” You asked.
“I just twinged my shoulder earlier, it’s fine.” He said quickly, trying to brush it off.
“You want me to give you a massage? It might help?” You offered.
“I’ll be fine.” He tried again, leaning in to claim your lips once again, but you weren’t having it, dodging his lips and sitting up on your knees.
“Sit up.” You said, tugging his arm.
“Babe, I’m fine, really.” He argued, following your request anyway.
“Yes, but you could feel even better,” You said stubbornly. “Now let me take care of you.”
He sighed, caving easily to you. “Fine, but I want you here.” He patted his lap.
You straddled his lap without argument, letting him hold onto your hips out of habit, and giving him a quick peck on the lips before setting to work, trying to gently knead out the tension and soreness in his shoulder without causing him any more pain in the process.
You weren’t an expert by any means, but whatever you were doing seemed to feel good at least, earning soft, appreciative grunts from Joon as he let his head droop forward to rest against your chest.
You were always so good to him, so ready and willing to take care of him in any shape or form, whether that was making sure he slept and ate properly, or letting him use your body for his own pleasure. Even now, when normally he would be fussing over making sure you were okay, you managed to look after him as well.
He’d never felt so completely safe in someone’s arms before, so completely loved. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve you, but he was beyond thankful to whatever forces had led him to you.
Tilting his head up, he started peppering soft, lingering kisses across the expanse of your neck, sucking lightly at the still blooming marks left over from his earlier ministrations, making you squirm as his grip on your hips tightened.
“Joon.” You whined, feeling the growing weight of his hardening length against your core.
“Hmm?” He hummed, still focused on trailing kisses along your neck.
“I thought you were tired.” You said.
“Who said that?” He said, smirking against your neck.
“You did! Five minutes ago.” You giggled
“That was five minutes ago,” He said, coming back up to your lips. “You were right, I’m feeling much better now.”
He kissed you deeply, rolling you both over so that you were now caged in under him, your legs falling open naturally for him to settle between as his lips trailed down your front.
He loved you like this, all spread out and willing, any trace of shyness or hesitance completely absent from the way you whined out his name again as he latched onto one of your nipples, arching further up into his touch.
His fingers ghosted between your thighs, teasing your wet folds and making you shudder from sensitivity.
His gaze darted back up to your face, mirroring your earlier concern.
“Is this okay?” He asked, suddenly worried about pushing you too far.
“Joon,” You pulled him back down to you. “Stop thinking.”
You kissed him deeply, your hips up bucking against his hand all the encouragement he needed to continue.
He slipped his fingers between your folds again, his movements so soft and gentle as he spread your slick over your cunt, as if it was the first time he touched you.
“Fuck baby, how’re you always so wet?” He said, almost in disbelief. You were literally dripping, making a mess of the sheets beneath you as he toyed with your clit, pulling the sweetest little noises from your lips as he let two fingers sink into your wet heat, curling them inside of you to find the spot that made you see white.
He loved the way you fell apart for him, head thrown back as your eyes closed in bliss, clinging to him for stability as he pushed you towards your release.
He could feel his cock hanging heavy between his legs, twitching and begging for any sort of attention, but he chose to ignore it, focusing solely on the way you clenched around his fingers, your breath stuttering as your orgasm threatened to overtake you.
“Joon.” You tried to warn him.
“I know, Baby, it’s okay.” He breathed. “Let go.”
You let out a choked cry that faintly sounded like his name as you came, your back arching off the mattress and pressing you closer to him as your whole body shook from the intensity of your high.
"You did so good, baby.” He said softly, pressing a soothing kiss to your temple as you came down. “So fucking good."
“Joonie,” You whimpered in that soft tone that made him feel dizzy with need. “Want you inside, please.”
“Are you sure?” He asked gently. “It’s okay if you wanna tap out or take a break.”
You shook your head. “Need you, please.”
How could he deny you when you ask so sweetly?
He drew his fingers out slowly, letting out a deep groan as he wrapped the slick coated digits around his aching cock, jerking himself a few times to spread your wetness over the length as he stared down at the mess he’d made of you.
He guided the head of his cock between your puffy lips, tracing around the outside of your entrance teasingly, resisting the urge to slip in yet, loving the way he could feel you clenching around nothing.
“Joonie!” You whimpered, squirming impatiently.
He chuckled at your desperation, as if he wasn’t already nearly as gone as you were. “Alright, Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
He repositioned himself, hovering over you as he eased himself into your weeping cunt, eyes shut tight as he felt your fluttering walls stretch to accommodate him. He was amazed at how you still managed to feel this tight even after he fucked you less then a half an hour ago.
He forced his eyes back open as he bottomed out, staring down you with complete adoration.
“I love you so fucking much.” He sighed, kissing you softly, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, cradling him even closer to you.
If there was a way to preserve a singular moment to exist within for the rest of your life, this was where Namjoon would want to be; not a single thing in the world mattering other than you and him and the way you connected together so perfectly.
Eventually, he started to roll his hips into yours, earning a soft moan from you against his lips.
He kept his movements smooth and unrushed, not fully chasing his own high, just enjoying the feeling of you around him, the way you sucked him in with each thrust, the way you twitched in his arms when his cock brushed against that gummy spot inside of you just right.
Far sooner than he anticipated, he felt lower abdomen beginning to tense, his hips beginning to speed up as his release rapidly approached.
“Fuck, ‘m close.” He warned through clenched teeth.
“Cum for me, baby, please.” You whispered, clutching onto him even tighter.
Your words were the last thing he needed to push him over the edge, his hips slamming against yours with a sudden intensity as he thrusted as deep inside of you as he could manage before cumming, filling you to the brim and making you twitch with sensitivity.
He slowly fell down on top of you, his head coming to rest against your chest, your positions from earlier now switched, his eyes beginning to droop closed on their accord.
“Are you tired now?” You asked, grinning as you caught sight of his sleepy expression.
He chuckled drowsily. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Good,” You kissed his forehead gently. “Go to sleep, Joonie-bear.”
“I love you.“ He mumbled, letting his eyes fully drift closed.
“I love you too.”
He slept better that night than he had in weeks, knowing he was back in the safety of your arms.
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peachypinkygloss · 8 months
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hiiii beloved ! already said that but im so so happy for you, you deserve it and so many more! let's go to 1 billion !!!!
stepbros!namjoon and jungkook, dumbfication, manipulation and dollification or bimbo reader idk totally up to u ! do and add what u want my love, i just know is going to be amazing 😌
and again, congrats peachy, love uuuu 🥳💜
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sjjsjhgvufdh hi baby 🥺 thank you so much !! 😩 i love you a lot lot lot <3 your support means the world to me ): 🤍
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When alone in the house, your stepbrothers play with you.
pairing: stepbrother!namjoon x fem!reader x stepbrother!jungkook
genre: step siblings au, smut
warnings: joon and jk are meanies (like assholes of the year award im not kidding (why is this hot tho)), pseudo incest, kind of dub-con, free-use??, manipulation, degradation, dumbification, crybaby reader 🥲, fingering, cum eating, 1k words.
a.n.: filth is my second name btw AND as always don't read if you don't like!!
This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game if you want to participate and send in a request of yours! 🤍
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"What's the matter, mh?" Jungkook whispers in your ear, his fingers skillfully moving in your cotton panties, tracing your puffy clit. "Too stupid to form a simple sentence?" He mocks and you can't help the whine escaping your mouth right after.
Jungkook is being really unfair and mean, as usual. Nothing's new, except for the manly hand dancing in your underwear while your other stepbrother, Namjoon, is in the kitchen. It won't take long until he comes back into the living room.
It's exactly at that moment that you hear Namjoon's footsteps approaching, Jungkook's mouth beside your ear whispering to you again. "Remember, that's what you wanted," he smiles, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.
He quickly grabs your chin and turns your head around in order to kiss your lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue. He backs away before Namjoon enters the room, keeping his hand at the right place where it belongs.
"What's wrong with y'all?"
You freeze when you hear your brother's deep voice, a scowl drawing on his face. His brows are frowned, looking disappointed, but he doesn't seem to want to stop Jungkook, not at all. You have the impression that he knew and didn't expect it to actually happen.
Jungkook's fingers penetrate you and you gasp loudly, tears forming in your eyes as you feel your pussy burn, fingers stretching you out really well.
You glance in Jungkook's direction, watery eyes asking for pity, begging for mercy. But that's what you wanted, wasn't it?
He doesn't have any pity for you, you realize, and so you turn your head back around, gaze shifting up to Namjoon's face. "I- I-" you begin, but miserably stop as Jungkook starts pumping in and out of your wet pussy. "I asked for it!" You finally squeak out, grasping on Jungkook's arm.
You open your legs wider despite you, your entire body on fire, Jungkook's fingers being too big for your own good. This one smirks at you, satisfied you listened to him and lied to Namjoon. Willingly or not, you did what he said because you're nothing more than his dumb little stepsister.
"I'm sorry, Joonie, I'm sorry," you sob out, apologizing because Jungkook has made you believe it was just all your fault. Sure, you're nowhere near against it, let's not lie, but you also feel like you're betraying Namjoon.
The last time you were alone in the house, Jungkook was locked up in his room playing on his Playstation and Namjoon was studying in his room, too.
You don't really remember how it happened, but it hadn't been long until you found yourself getting pounded into your mattress, crying fat tears under Namjoon.
You had almost lost any rational thoughts that day, only remembering his name that you were crying out each time his hand around your throat tightened or when his cock reached impossibly deep into you.
"No, you're not," Namjoon shakes his head, refusing your lame apology. He steps closer, placing himself just in front of you so you have to tilt your head up to look at him. "Do you know what you are, though?" He questions.
Your eyebrows knit together, confused. "No..." You mutter, shamelessly getting fucked by Jungkook's fingers. Your nails dig into his forearm and scratch his skin as you claw at it, leaving white trails and crescent forms behind.
Namjoon leans over and grabs your chin, his eyes boring into yours. "A stupid slut," he responds all too casually, his hot breath hitting your face.
Maybe he's right because the only thing you can answer is a moan as Jungkook finds your sensitive spot way too easily. Your mouth is agape and you whine in Namjoon's face. You should be embarrassed, but shame doesn't even make its way to your brain as you're too overwhelmed by the pleasure building up in your core.
"What did we do to deserve a brainless girl like you as our sister, huh?" Jungkook chuckles beside you while your gaze is still connected with Namjoon's, little pearls falling down on your burning cheeks.
"I'm sorry," you mumble, weak and defeated. Always sorry for something that isn't technically your fault. That hand didn't sneak in your panties by itself, someone's controlling it. And Namjoon didn't break into your room just like that, it was calculated.
In the end, it doesn't matter whose fault it is because you want it as much as they do.
"Stop fucking whining, you're annoying," Namjoon scolds and you close your mouth, really feeling ashamed now. "This is what you wanted, so fucking take it," he says with a firm voice, making your heart ache in your rib cage and your walls clench around Jungkook's long fingers.
Namjoon lets go of your face roughly and now Jungkook completely wrecks you, moving in and out of you and curling his fingers inside, his digits patting the spongy spot inside your pussy.
You move your legs apart until your feet dangle in the air, hands grasping on the cushions underneath, nails sinking into the material. You keep your mouth shut, but your whines are still heard as well as your sobs, hips bucking upward to meet your brother's hand.
"You're going to cum, aren't you, baby girl?" Jungkook wonders, but it's evident. Your thighs are shaking, your cunt can't stop clenching around him and your cries are amplifying. "God, you're sucking my fingers in like a slut."
Of course, it's after he says that that you feel your high approaching, knot in your stomach tightening. You can't keep your mouth closed anymore and moan out as your orgasm passes through you intensely.
You close your legs around his hand, now too sensitive to handle his fingers. You breathe heavily, looking at them with a blurry vision and damped cheeks from your tears.
Jungkook slowly retracts his hand away from your heat, licking his fingers clean from your cum. You have the feeling that this isn't finished, quite far from it, and you're soon proven right.
Namjoon pulls you up by your arm, only to shove you against the couch on your stomach after. "If you cry again, I won't have any other choice than to shut you up myself."
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7brownsuga7 · 4 months
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Namjoon takes pride in being knowledgeable. He loves being able to know and understand things, so when it comes to knowing and understanding you, he experiments in ways that has your body tingling with pleasure. The way he handles and caresses you so gently, his fingers working on your skin just like how they carefully flip the pages of his books. He studies you, reads you like you’re one of his books, seeing the way the goosebumps rise on your skin, your moans encouraging him to take things further. The way your body reacts to his touch lets him know that he understands you very, very well.
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kooktrash · 1 year
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hehe i know you mostly write for tae and jungkook which i get, fine ass men mhm mhm 😏 but how about a lil smutty drabble with namjoon, maybe some oral ft. hair pulling kink? 🗿 i’m a dirty slut, sue me sandra 🧍🏽‍♀️
luvvvv a good Namjoon smut moment bestie. didn’t know if you wanted him to receive or give but who doesn’t like a good pussy pleaser Joon fic?
tw: established relationship. oral [f receiving] 933 words
he’s a munch | kim namjoon
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“Joon,” you released a breathy laugh as your boyfriend came over to you, arms immediately wrapping around you and pulling you into his chest. He hummed softly as he pressed his lips to yours, fingers toying with the hem of your sleeping shorts, “I’m gonna make breakfast.”
“Why?” He asked, letting his hands slip under the waistband to cup your butt, “I’ve got a cute meal right here.”
“Yeah? What about me? What am I supposed to do?” You asked as he slowly slid the shorts down, not bothering for one moment to take things slow. Your boyfriend was keen on early morning activities, especially when he just gets back from a morning gym sesh and walks in to find you in the kitchen.
“Let me be greedy first?” He asked as he sunk down onto his knees dropping your shorts the rest of the way down. You didn’t even bother to fight him as his fingers slips under the hem of your underwear and tugged them down too.
You bit back a smile as he looked up at you from under your legs as he guided you into spreading them further, face leaning into your heat. Your hands sat on the counter at the first touch, Namjoon didn’t ease into it, still horny from the events of last night where he had you pressed against the headboard holding onto it for dear life as he fucked you from behind letting the bed creak underneath you. His tongue licks flatly against your folds, not entering into your cunt but licking at whatever puddle of slick might be there. Wasting no time at all, his hands were on your hips, guiding you forward so that your cunt was practically seated on his face as you stood over him letting him kneel between your spread legs like a human worshiping a goddess. He didn't want you hovering just above him, he wanted to be buried in that perfect cunt until he could barely breathe. That’s how be liked it no matter how gentle of a boyfriend he was, he had to fuck you with everything he had, even if it’s just his tongue doing it.
You were fucking soaked too, always so ready for him to devour that there was no way he could ever be gentle with you unless it’s in aftercare. Your juices were all over his chin and his nose as he found your clit with ease, moaning into your pussy. You began a hesitant grind of your cunt into his face and his nails were digging into your soft thighs, to keep himself from throwing you onto the floor and fucking your brains out. You’re sore from last night, he can tell by the way you seemed drained and right now he couldn’t put you in more pain even if it was pleasurable. He had to hold back at least right now.
"Fuck," your head fell back, breathless moans and a few more curse words followed in a mantra before he felt your fingers tangle into his hair. "Yes, fuck, right there, baby. Don't stop."
Alternating between sucking on your clit and quickly lapping his tongue against it, Namjoon could feel your body begin to tremble and without a single thought in his pretty head, he yanked a leg up onto his shoulder for more support. The counter was slowly slipping away from you but he pressed you into it enough to keep you in place.
Namjoon’s tongue lapped at your folds creating a squelching sound from the way he ate you out like a dog thirsty for water, your hips rut against his face in pleasure. Your mouth was drawn open, loud moans slipping from your lips, "S-so close baby.”
He sucked on your clit, tongue hitting the tip with each swivel as the hand around your thigh was suddenly pinching forcing you to put weight on his shoulder and pull on his hair just that much more. He reached for your other leg nearly dropping you back on the counter as he hoisted it over his other shoulder. You had a hand pulling on his hair clinging to him as the other pushed against the counter to keep balance but he didn’t even notice. He was too focused on bringing you to a mind blowing orgasm to care if you fell. If anything you would just fall on his face and sit and ride his tongue like the pretty, desperate baby he knows you are.
Your legs were shaking and he was beginning to feel a little bit of pain from the way you tugged on his hair but it only spurred him on knowing how close you were. This entire time he didn’t speak, not when his mouth was full of your pushy and he never wanted to tear away.
The scene was erotic, so horny and needy and if you could look down then you would see his hips just barely grinding up into nothing seeking friction on his hardening member. The hold on your thighs was harsh, firm and tight to keep you from trying to lift yourself up and you were whining, “I’m gonna, oh fuck, I’m gonna, Joonie…”
His head moved with your hips as you fucked into his mouth and without another word he felt it. He felt your release dribble so smoothly into his mouth and he didn’t let up, letting you ride his face to orgasm letting you take control.
When you were finally able to stop cumming, he set you on top of the kitchen counter licking your essence off his lips. His hair was a mess from your rough pulling but he just kissed you without a care in the world, “Tastier than anything you can serve me on a plate.”
You laughed breathlessly as he pulled you I go a reassuring hug, “It’s not even 8:00am yet.”
“And I’m already well fed.”
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hopefully it was up to par 🫶
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