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BTS Reaction || Boys Have A Negative Reaction To Your Pregnancy [Request]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2022

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SEOKJIN:

Ever since you'd broken the news to the boys about your pregnancy it had been a whirlwind of different reactions and while most of the boys were happy for you there was one member who didn't seem exactly thrilled about the prospect. For weeks Yoongi had been acting shifty toward you and you had wondered what you'd done so wrong to upset him so much.

"Yoongi..." You walked into his studio with what you were hoping would be a peace offering, Jin was standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders giving them a small rub of encouragement every now and again.

"What? I'm busy," He grumbled not realising that Jin was with you, as soon as he turned to see Jin he swallowed the lump that was in his throat. You held up the small box of cookies that happened to be his favourite and he looked at Jin who was staring back at him with a warning stare. The two of them had been butting heads a lot since you'd told Yoongi that you were pregnant and you were starting to worry it was going to affect them working together properly. The last thing anyone wanted was for the members to start fighting inside of their group and have their work crumble apart because of it,

"We need to talk about this," Jin said as he sat down on the small sofa inside the sofa and you copied his actions slowly starting to feel anxious about all of this. For weeks you'd been trying to figure out what Yoongi's problem could have been but you couldn't think of anything,

"There's nothing to talk about," Yoongi said with a shortened tone, refusing to look at either of you.

"Clearly when it seems you have a problem with my wife being pregnant." Jin blurted out bluntly, the air felt as though it was getting too thick and it felt as though it was getting a little too hard for you to breathe.

"I don't have a problem with Yn being pregnant," Yoongi mumbled staring down at the floor as he decided he couldn't keep it in any longer. It had been weeks of constantly tip-toeing around the subject and refusing to talk to anyone about it,

"So what is it?"

"It's going to mess everything up," Yoongi said before suddenly looking up and staring at the both of you, your heart sank as you looked at him. The man appeared to be upset about the thought of messing something up and you could see it in his eyes,

"You'll have to take time off to be a father and then you'll want to be around the kid more than music...It's going to start fucking things up for us all...Soon the others will want kids. And what if people start to hate us for it? Or what if they lose interest?" Hearing that it wasn't something that you had done to piss off Yoongi was like a weight off your chest but hearing all of his concerns only worsened the ones you'd been having about the pregnancy.

"Listen...Both of you, because I know Yn is worrying about it too." Jin carefully took your hand into his as he stared at Yoongi,

"Everything will be fine, some people are going to react poorly and that's a given," He looked at you with a warm smile and back to his member,

"But that's life. Not everyone is going to like every decision we make and if they aren't happy for me creating a family then they aren't someone who truly supported us in the first place," Jin explained before smiling to himself, he'd done a lot of thinking about this himself so he understood why Yoongi was so worried about it.

"I'll want to be there for my kid of course but that's not to say I won't always be around with music...There's nothing stopping me from bringing the little guy-"

"Or girl," You added with a small smile,

"With us whenever we make music or bring them to the shows...They'll be our little mascot." Jin laughed and you could see a hint of a smile beginning to play on Yoongi's lips before he looked at you and smiled properly at you for the first time since the announcement.

"You'll really let him bring your girl on tour?" He questioned you before you nodded,

"I would, she's got to support her daddy and uncles," You added with a small giggle, gently rubbing your bump as you thought about the future your little girl was going to have.

"What makes you both so sure it's a girl?" Jin asked defensively before you and Yoongi both laughed together, it was just a feeling that you both had about the gender.

YOONGI:

When you'd first told the boys that you were expecting they'd all seemed too happy about you being pregnant, all of them were excited to see what the new chapter was going to bring to you and to them.

"Hey, Jimin. You want some dessert?" You asked as you walked over to the member who had been staying out of the party all day long. The boys had thrown you a surprise baby shower with a gender reveal but Jimin had seemed the least interested in everything that was going on and you wanted to figure out why. He'd been avoiding you as if your pregnancy was contagious

"No." He grumpily said before staring down at his phone, you smiled weakly and sat down on one of the seats beside him groaning as you did so. Pregnancy wasn't all it was cracked up to be, all of your body ached from the extra weight you were carrying and you constantly felt tired,

"Did Yoongi get you to put your name suggestions in the box? He's been getting everyone to do it," You smiled politely still trying to bring Jimin out of his shell but he ignored you as he scrolled through his phone, you bit down on your lip and glanced around to make sure no one was listening.

"Jimin...Look, I know this pregnancy was out of nowhere but-"

"But what?! Huh? You want me to sit and pretend to be happy like everyone else seems to be doing?!" He yelled out suddenly, tears welled up in your eyes as your stomach began to churn, damn the extra fucking hormones making you cry so easily.

"What's going on?" Yoongi quizzed as he rushed over to you gently wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. He'd heard the yelling but as soon as he'd seen you crying it was like something took over him,

"Why are you yelling at my wife?" He asked Jimin who was now blushing and shaking his head.

"Everyone is acting like this baby won't be the worst thing in the world! People are going to lose interest in us Hyung, no one is going to want to support a group who have a baby." The air suddenly turned quiet and everyone was now looking in your direction, Yoongi sighed as he slowly licked his lips. The thought had crossed his mind once or twice but it was something he was putting out of his mind,

"If people choose not to support us because we're making a future then they don't need to support us in the first place," Yoongi explained calmly before he looked at you to make sure you were okay, he gently wiped his thumb under your eye to remove the tears.

"Having a family is something that should and will be normalised, people will be upset and some will be happy...That's how life works," Yoongi said as he slowly looked back at a guilty-looking Jimin, the last thing he'd wanted was to make you cry he'd just been so worried about everything he snapped.

"I'm sorry Yn...I didn't mean to ruin your party." He said as he slowly took a spot on the side next to you, slowly offering you the dessert you'd offered to him and you smiled warmly at him.

"It's fine...I'm scared too," You admit to him before the two of you go into an in-depth discussion about the things that were worrying the two of you.

HOSEOK:

It would be a lie if all of the boys said that they were thrilled with the idea of you being pregnant. Most of them were worried about what it was going to mean for the group, would things be different? Were they going to have to break up and move on from BTS?

"Did you even think it through?" Yoongi asked as he stared at Hoseok who was looking rather confused. The members had called a team meeting and it turned out it was a secret way to bombard Hoseok with all of the questions that they'd been worrying about.

"What?"

"Did you think it through? What do you think is going to happen to us? They're going to make us split up and do solo stuff," Namjoon said clearly as he looked distressed about it all and how could he not? He was going to risk losing something that made him very happy.

"Things will be fine," Hoseok said with a small smile, there was nothing any of them could say that would change his mind about fatherhood.

"How do you know?" Jimin asked with a strained voice, they'd all been worrying about it ever since you'd dropped the bombshell that

"I just do," He laughed a little but none of them seemed to be laughing along with him and he shook his head,

"Look, things will be fine. I plan on staying with you, I don't want to break up the group because I've decided that I want to have a baby..." He glanced over every member who all seemed a little unsure about it,

"I thought about it a lot too...Do you think I was super thrilled at first? I overthought everything until the last detail but now I'm happy. Do you want to know why?" They all stared at him waiting for him to continue and he smiled,

"Because I'm starting a new chapter of my life and if people don't accept that then they don't get to be in the new chapter, they can walk right out and I will keep going..." The boys exchanged worried looks before nodding along with Hoseok, it wasn't something that was completely normalised yet but it was something that needed to be.

"Let's normalise it," Hoseok said with encouragement, smirking as all of the boys seemed to perk up and nod in agreement with him.

NAMJOON:

"Did you think about what this could mean for all of us?!" You heard Taehyung hiss at Namjoon, you stopped just outside of Namjoon's studio and listened to what the two of them were speaking about. It had been a month since your pregnancy was announced to the members and it was getting pretty close to when you would announce it to everyone else and things between Taehyung and Namjoon were tense. You'd noticed Taehyung being pretty short with Namjoon whenever you were around and it had been happening when you weren't.

"It means I have a future, a family," Namjoon said calmly, he knew why Taehyung was worried but it wasn't going to be a problem he just didn't know how to make Taehyung see it.

"You saw how poorly fans reacted when they were fake rumours of you being a father, what do you think it'll do when real ones drop?" You licked your lips as you slowly walked into the room, it was something you'd been wondering about yourself but had never said to Namjoon.

"Either they'll be happy for me or they won't. It's life." Namjoon shook his head before rubbing the bridge of his nose - a sign that he was stressed with something.

"Fans come and go and if they choose to stay and support me through becoming a father then those are the true fans. Not those who leave because I've decided to take the next step in my life," Namjoon stared at Taehyung as he explained and you teared up a little, he was completely right but you hadn't heard him say it until right now.

"So you're not worried?" Taehyung asked, sounding a lot calmer than he had previously known his hyung wasn't stressed about anything that was going on.

"No. Because if they don't want to stay that's on them but I know many of ARMY will stay and continue to support us," You smiled to yourself before Taehyung slowly looked over and sent you an apologetic look.

"Things will be okay," You told him before he smiled more at you and came over to hug you, apologising to you as he embraced you.

JIMIN:

Ever since the news had dropped about your pregnancy Jungkook had been nothing short but rude and mean to you about it. He'd outright blamed you for "ruining" everything and that if BTS lost their fame and fans it was because of you. You'd never told Jimin any of this because you didn't want to cause fights between the two when Jungkook was clearly upset about everything that was going on.

"Nothing is going to change, you realise that right? Jimin is still going to be here, he's still going to be working with you." You explained to Jungkook who was refusing to look at you or even acknowledge the fact that you were speaking to him and you sighed a little.

"Jungkook, please."

"You've ruined everything. Jimin is going to end up leaving us because he's going to want to spend all of his time with his kid."

"So?" You froze hearing Jimin's voice come from behind you, you hadn't expected him to come home so soon and you bit down on your lip.

"Babe...Jungkook didn't mean it like that,"

"Yes, I did. She's ruined everything by getting pregnant." He snapped angrily, staring over at Jimin who was shaking his head at Jungkook. None of this was supposed to turn out this way, Jungkook had imagined all of the members being dads at the same time but everything was out of balance. If Jimin had a baby now then everything was going to be put on hold whereas if they'd all had babies at the same time nothing would have mattered, they would have had breaks at the same time.

"Ruined? Jungkook, we've been planning this baby for a long time nothing will be ruined." Jimin shook his head. The two of you had been planning on having a baby since you'd gotten married and you were excited about the idea of bringing a new life into the world.

"You'll leave the group," Jungkook mumbled before Jimin looked at you. The two of you had talked intensely about what having a baby would mean for the band and you'd been worried for this exact reason. However, you'd also planned what things were going to be like. Jimin and you wanted your kid to be homeschooled most of their life so he could be around the child more.

"Nothing is going to change and I'm not leaving...Yn and I both want to stay close to our child which was why we were going to homeschool...Not to mention we both understand my life...Jungkook, nothing will change." Jimin reassured him over and over again, telling him the plan that you and he had for the baby.

TAEHYUNG:

The moment you'd told the boys about your pregnancy you could sense that there was something wrong but no one said anything. The feeling that something was wrong went on for weeks and weeks until you slowly noticed that Namjoon wasn't as happy as he was portraying himself to be.

"Namjoon-Hyung?" Taehyung called out as he walked into the leader's house, you were holding a basket of baked goods and hoping he was in a better mood than he had been yesterday. Yesterday he'd angrily snapped at you when you'd been at the studios, telling you that you shouldn't be such a distraction to Taehyung and the other boys. That and that you'd only gotten pregnant in order to Trap Taehyung into being with you, you knew it must have been the anger talking but it wasn't something you were going to let slide and you'd gone to Taehyung about it.

"What do you want?" He asked when he noticed the two of you were together and you glanced at your boyfriend to make him talk first,

"I wanted to come and explain that she's not trapping me into the relationship...That we've been planning this for a long time." Taehyung explained as he carefully took your hand in his. It wasn't as though your relationship was short, the two of you had been together for four years and you'd both decided you wanted a kid before getting married so that the child could be involved with the wedding.

"Taehyung...I didn't mean-"

"No, let me finish Hyung. Yn and I have been wanting to start a family for a while and nothing you say will change that...We're looking forward to starting a new chapter in our lives." Taehyung explained as you nodded in agreement, biting down on your lip as you slowly looked to Namjoon who appeared apologetic already.

"I was worried that this would cause problems with the rest of us...That maybe it would stop people from liking BTS." Namjoon explained before you both exchanged a look with Taehyung,

"Having a family should be something that's normalised in Kpop. If people want to stop supporting me because I've decided I want to start a family then that's their problem and we don't need fans like that." Taehyung said confidently,

"I agree," Namjoon said before turning to face you as he got up,

"I'm deeply sorry for the way I acted toward you, I hope you can forgive me?" You exchanged a look with Taehyung before hugging Namjoon tightly and promising him that everything was fine.

JUNGKOOK:

It was an accident when the boys discovered your pregnancy, you hadn't even told Jungkook when they'd all found out. Jimin had been in the bathroom when he saw the test on the counter and he'd bought it out and asked what it was. You figured they were all happy for you about it but last night was evidence enough that things weren't as happy as they seemed to be. Jin had drunkenly told you that he wasn't happy about you getting pregnant and taking away his best friend from him, Jungkook had heard the whole exchange which was what led to this. A hungover Jin sitting in your living room looking very apologetic for what he had said to you the night before.

"I didn't mean what I said." He told you both but you and Jungkook knew that somewhere inside of him he must have thought what he was saying was the truth.

"Drunken words are sober thoughts," You said calmly, you weren't angry with him you'd just wished he'd come to you with it before he'd gotten drunk and said something.

"Look, I'm sorry-"

"I'm worried too..." You said to him as you sat down on the sofa beside him and looked at Jungkook who was nodding in agreement. The whole situation terrified the both of you it wasn't exactly something you were going to be completely at ease with right away.

"I'm scared people aren't going to like me anymore because I'm going to be a dad," Jungkook admitted to Jin who stared at him and blushed deeply, it was nice to know that he wasn't the only one worrying but he was still sorry for the way he had spoken to you.

"I'll make it up to you, I'll offer up babysitting duties whenever you need," Jin said with a small chuckle, all of you agreeing to it when the time was needed.

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hoseoksluna · 3 months

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BOOKWORMS | knj

pairing: boyfriend!namjoon x reader

genre: smut; fluff

word count: 4.4k

summary: namjoon thinks of you when he reads a smut scene in his book.

warnings: boyfriend namjoon!!!, kimi namijoon reading, mentions of sex (riding), oral sex (f. receiving), nipple play, the importance of consent, teasing, raw sex, breeding kink <3, big dick namu!!, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, joonie's chain dangling in ur face, tummy bulge, creampie, bruising, hickeys, aftercare:(

note: it took blood, sweat and tears (hehe) to write this and i'm so happy it's finally here!! i loved writing about namjoon. he's my whole soul and the entirety of my heart and i have to write abt him again soon. please take your time reading this and enjoy urself! let me know what you think in the comments mwah (or tell me anonymously in my inbox) and as i always say please like and if u want to - reblog, but i won't pressure u baby. love love you!!

side note: if you want to jump straight to the smut, it's right under the asterisks <;3

You revel, you truly do, in seeing your boyfriend in such a serene state of mind.

Nose buried in a book, Namjoon pays no mind to the surroundings fleeting by him with each flutter of his eyelashes. It goes unnoticed by him, strangely so, how you tidy up the apartment you share. How you feed the two cats that chose you and him to be their human parents. How you fondle their soft ears. How you bend over the furniture to whisper ‘pspsps’ at them when they need a moment away from you just to see their round eyes look up at you stupidly. Namjoon usually observes these moments; this utmost natural behavior of yours. He draws strength from the homeliness of it all with each and every swell of his lungs. Needs it to survive. That is until he gets a hold of that one papery portal and sits comfortably on the couch, one ankle propped over the knee. Then, he ceases to exist in this world.

You’re happy for him. Over time, you’ve come to find that you have a certain fondness for the way he remains stoic. Because you always know what kind of book he’s reading, a smile blossoms on its own over the line of your lips whenever your eye catches the sculpture-like look on his face. It’s like even if he let himself hold his breath, his consciousness would waver back to the earth and the wretched awareness that he’s here, among mortals and the unfair capitalist system aftermath, would stream in his bloodstream, poisoning his experience. It takes the leisure out of it and makes the bed for misery instead. He doesn’t like it. Hates it, in fact. It’s a necessity that he focuses, as he embarks on the journey, because he does it for you.

Namjoon confides in his feelings and his literature with you almost on a daily basis. On the same couch, with the same cats snoring faintly, their small bodies spilling over the perimeter of your tangled legs. Doesn’t matter if it’s his thigh or the curve of your hip. The animals always find a warm crook to doze in, eavesdropping in, with their curious little ears, on the conversations you’re having. Though you reckon they like the meat of his thigh the best. You do, too. Can’t really blame them. The same serenity that intimately knows the person of Namjoon perceives the person of you when he prompts you to rest your head on his lap while he brushes his book-kissed fingers through the silky waterfall of your hair. Thoroughly explains the intricacies of the plot he’s invested in to you. Describes the characters as if they’re real people he’s become acquainted with. They are real to you as you listen. As you ask additional questions and gaze up at his eyes just to catch that one body of a shooting star fiery hot in the glossiness of his eyes. As you wonder, openly, what will happen to them.

“I’ll tell you when they tell me.” He sunk the promise onto the smooth skin of your forehead with the pucker of his lips.

It’s how you discovered, in all seriousness, that the plaster of his stoicism breaks during these literary moments.

Various colors of emotion tug and twist his features, the bare kind. The unrestrained kind. You know it’s a relief for him when the dam bursts open, soaking you in the beauty of humanness one only finds in literature these days. You can’t help but fall in love with him all over again when his eyebrows furrow. When his orbs nearly burn a hole in the ceiling when he’s trying to think of the right word that will ultimately help him convey the unfolding of the storyline. When he gives up and weaves English into his sentences, relying on his hands to say what his overstimulated brain fails to do.

He reads to pass knowledge to you. The serenity whispered it into the chambers of your heart, a puff of hot breath in winter’s cold. It soothingly rubbed his shoulders when Namjoon told you there used to be a time when he couldn’t stand the sight of his books lining up the walls of his apartment. Wanted to burn it down and watch as the evidence of his melancholy dies in front of him. Because that’s what most of his book collection consisted of back then. The innermost shadowy faces of his pain. Loneliness. Sadness. Despair from life, from it not being enough for him, from it not saving a spot there for him–not once throughout the course of his life. That’s why he reads different kinds of books now. Ones that do not reflect his survival before you.

The reader has to get wiser, ruffled by life in order to gain more, gain what they need from those once deeply loved pages. It’s what the serenity believes. It’s what you believe and hope for Namjoon. That one day, somehow by the healing of the love you give him, he will look back and pick a souvenir from that moonless country of pain. Put it up somewhere between the spines of his new cluttered collection. Look at it from time to time and sense that it’s telling him something. Something that will fill the stitched-up cracks in his heart with sunlight. Something that he will pass over to you. It’s your love language after all. Namjoon reads because you read. It’s his own personal healing thing.

You two are just a pair of two bookworms. Unfit for the world outside. Fit for the land you two created. Whose soil you take care of together.

***

Dinner is almost ready by the time you feel his fingertips gripping your hips. You hum, acknowledging his presence. Glad for the homely heat that radiates off of his body and seeps into your bones as you stir the risotto you decided to make on the stove. Coldness had been embracing you all day while he read so you’re overjoyed that he ripped it away from you.

Namjoon places a kiss on your temple and you sigh in relief. You might be too dependent on him, but so is he. He wouldn’t be nuzzling his face in your hair, squeezing your waist, peppering kisses on your tender skin if he wasn’t. It’s the perfect balance. And it’s not that you’re not able to be away from each other. The principle of looking forward to one another is what makes it so sweet, so endurable for the pair of you. Of the coming back and coming into contact at the end of the day. It’s natural. Simple. Human.

“Missed me?” Namjoon husks into your ear.

You smirk and turn off the stove, turning around to face him. “Terribly.”

His body is clad in a black T-shirt that fits his broad figure well and a pair of baggy sweats of the same color, having discarded the warm crewneck he was wearing earlier somewhere in the universe of his book. A long silver chain twinkles in the middle of his chest in the yellow light. You caress it with your fingers and leave your palm there, on the hardness of his pecs.

“I finished the book,” he says and you blink up at him. You’re not surprised at all. “Couldn’t put it down.”

Sleepy wrinkles have left their mark on his face from the cozy position he laid in for too long on the couch. His short sunlit hair, grown healthily from his military service, is tousled in all directions and you smooth it down for him. How did God bless you with such a beautiful man is something you’ll wonder about for the rest of your life.

“What happened to Theo in the end?” you ask, genuinely curious about whether one of the characters you’ve grown attached to is okay after all the shit the author put him through.

Namjoon was reading a coming-of-age book about a boy named Theo. A panorama of his childhood and adolescent life, you’ve heard all about it. Namjoon cared a lot about this story, cared a lot about the protagonist’s emotions and reactions to the reappearing storms. What made him stick with it, despite the nearly triggering themes, is the fact that Theo never let go of his optimism no matter what. It was incredibly inspiring for Namjoon. Something new. Something that he never thought could be possible. You’re proud of him for daring to read a book so reminiscent of his past.

“You’re not gonna believe it,” Namjoon says, a blush creeping along his cheeks.

You raise one of your eyebrows in question.

“Theo got laid,” Namjoon reveals, laughing softly. “I’m so happy for him.”

You gasp and burst into giggles. “What?”

“He got some!”

Your laughter rises in volume. “He lost his virginity and that’s the end?”

“It was a big moment for him. A triumph of some kind. Like he shed his old skin and left that broken life behind. It was amazing.” Namjoon’s eyes glint with tiny shooting stars and you melt. He always finds poetic meanings in the varieties of the character arcs. You think you just fell in love with him all over again.

“That’s really beautiful,” you admit. It reminds you of something. Of something quite personal. “My first time with you changed my life as well.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows curl in tenderness. Dragon eyes widen and round in fervent emotion. He squeezes his arms around you, enfolding you in a hug. Kisses you warmly. Strokes your hair down your back. Your own eyes pool with little tears with the intimate knowledge that you chose the right person to unfold your raw femininity with. No one, no man other than him could have created such a safe for that to happen.

“Tell you what,” Namjoon says a bit hoarsely. “I saw us in it.”

You hum, encouraging him to continue. Crave for more of his thoughts and confidential findings. Its fire spreading through your body, as each word of his registers in your brain, always makes you feel phenomenally alive. You’re not timid to avow that it’s your addiction. Shame doesn’t know you.

“Elena was on top and he was watching her. In awe of her,” he murmurs, caressing your cheek with the tip of his thumb. “Made me think of our last time. A life changing experience of mine as well.”

You welcome the fire and suspire with sudden desire, eyes lidding. Your heart begins to thump. Namjoon studies your reaction.

“You remember well, don’t you?” He nudges his nose against yours. “I was in awe of you just the same.”

It’s impossible not to remember. The memory consumes your mind every waking hour. Gets you needy in ways you haven’t felt before. Namjoon had you sat on his lap among the fluffiness of your innumerable pillows and plushies. Had you do all the work as he focused on the sleekness of your freshly moisturized calves, its coconut aroma interfused with the scent of sex and the euphony of your bounces, ragged breaths and broken moans making his head all fucked up. He was loud himself, more loud than you ever recalled him being. Reading your body at the mercy of the pleasure his hard length was giving you with his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. Not once did he take his eyes off of you, not once did he help you. Just gripped your calves. Your thighs. Your tits all in his face. Only when you came hard, out of your own delightful merit, did his eyes roll back. You left his hips glazed with the evidence of your well-deserved orgasm, a porcelain statue made glossy.

A little later, during your pillow talk, he told you he’d found the idea of you using him while getting yourself off extremely hot. Made him more hard than he’d been in a while. Begged you to be even more selfish next time, adding an indistinct, ‘well, of course, if you want’ to the end of his sentence because he’s Namjoon.

“I do,” you breathe. “Touched myself to it this morning while you were still asleep.”

Namjoon groans. “God.” He kisses the side of your neck. Gets close to your ear. “You wanna do it again, hm? Wanna fuck me?”

You might burst. His closeness, his heat, his need to ask for your consent turns you unstable. You’re choked up on your words, mind too fuzzy to say something. Turned on. Fucked up.

“You wanna show me how you touched yourself?” Namjoon continues, but you shake your head against the side of his face.

You had touched yourself in the shower. Couldn’t say no to the impulse. Sharing that part of you for his eyes to see isn’t something you’re quite ready for. To you, it’s still something that’s yours. Something private. A courage you have yet to pluck up. You’re afraid to give him this last part of your femininity.

“Not today,” you whisper, planting a kiss on his neck. Feel him shiver. “I’m sorry. Do you mind?”

Withdrawing from your neck, Namjoon looks you dead in the eye, brows twisted in stern seriousness. “Don’t ever apologize for something like that again. Hear me when I say that.”

You squeeze his shoulder, the corners of your mouth lowering in a pout. Thankfulness grips your heart and suddenly it’s hard to breathe.

“You know this is why we do this right?” he asks you. “Why I ask you these questions? I need to always know what you’re comfortable with so I don’t make a mistake.”

You nod. “Yes, Namjoon, I know and I’m so thankful.”

“Good. I’ll never push you to do anything you don’t want. Don’t forget that, okay?”

“Okay, I won’t.”

“That’s my girl.

You grab him by the back of his neck and engulf him in a hug. Luckiest girl in the world? That you are. The fact that you’re his is still something you can’t wrap your head around.

“We can stop. We don’t even have to do anything tonight—”

“No, Namjoon.” You withdraw. “Look.” Wrapping your hand around his wrist, you slip his hand beneath the confines of your panties.

His breath shakes when he reaches your soaked folds. He traces your hole with his middle finger and your hips follow his movement, the pleasure so faint but so good that you flutter your eyes closed.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Yeah, I need you. Need more,” you breathe out. “Can’t leave me like this, can you?”

Namjoon hums. “No, I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of this pussy.”

He kisses you. Massages his tongue against yours. You buck your hips into his hand and Namjoon hears your body language. Takes his fingers up and rubs your swollen clit from side to side, quickening his pace as he swallows your moans down his throat. Gets angry at your tight leggings hindering him in giving you more, so he gets on his knees and swiftly pulls them down along with your underwear.

“Sit on the counter.”

You comply right away. Namjoon takes your feet in his hands and gently removes your slippers, removing your garments fully so they don’t pool around your ankles. He needs your legs spread and he needs them spread wide for what he’s about to do to you.

Torso long enough to reach you, he remains on his knees. Runs his hands up the back of your thighs to guide you into the position he wants you in. “Lock your arms around the back of your knees. Don’t let go.”

You do as he says, biting your lips in nervousness. Intertwine your hands together. Prepare yourself to die.

Namjoon studies your dewy pussy, index and middle finger mimicking the letter V as he slides them up and down your folds, squeezing just right to hear you mewling. Your knees being so close together makes her look a lot more pillowy and you hear Namjoon breathe hard, absolutely hypnotized by the beauty of your flesh.

“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping down my hand.” He withdraws his fingers to show you how your slick trickles down the lines on his palm, changing the course of his life once and for all.

Your clit throbs, breath matching his. “Please, Namjoon.”

He curses inaudibly. Brings his fingers back down to your folds, squeezes your lips and your clit together. Hisses at the sweet whimpery sounds spilling out of your mouth. Presses tighter so you whine needily for him. Takes you into his mouth when he accomplished what he wanted, tonguing your clit in slow agonizing circles that has you buckling your hips again. Puts his hands on your thighs to keep you down, flicking fast to absolutely abuse the fuck of you. Dragon eyes zeroing on yours, he gives you the hypnosis that your pussy did to him as he sucks on your bundle of nerves. You can’t even scream. Can’t breathe. The pleasure overwhelms you wholly and straps you down. There’s nothing you can do but take it.

You come hard on his tongue. Namjoon laps it all up gladly. And when he’s finished, he stands up and slips those two digits that ruined you into your hole. Doesn’t move them. Lets you adjust instead.

“One more,” he mutters. “Please.”

You nod.

“Use your words or we’re stopping.”

You groan and close your eyes, your thighs visibly shaking in your iron grip from your orgasm. “Yes, Namjoon, one more. I’ll come for you.”

Namjoon places a wet kiss on your thigh to praise you, and to thank you as well. Begins to move his fingers promptly, but can’t seem to get enough of your skin. Proceeds to make it shiny with his liquid love, sucking it to bruise you. To remember this moment a little more fondly in the morning.

Creating a trail up to the back of your knee, his digits pick up the speed. The pool of slick you left in his palm sloshes with each rapid thrust of his hand. He looks back at you and sees you lost in the pleasure, eyes lidded and unfocused. “Look at me.”

You do, weakly.

“Just a little bit more and I’ll fuck you, all right?”

You’re about to nod, but decide against it. “Mhm, yes, Namjoon, fuck.”

He smiles down at you. Your relief inches closer. “I’m so proud of you for speaking up today. For letting me know.”

You could cry right now. Because of his fingers making you feel so good. Because of his kindness making you feel so safe. It all closes in on you and you whimper.

Abruptly, Namjoon unravels your grip on your knees and kisses you, tongue slipping in. You come all over his hand, without meaning to, and he doesn’t stop. On the contrary, Namjoon fucks you harder. Takes all four of his fingers and strums your clit, prolonging your orgasm, swallowing down all of your moans.

“Come on.”

Namjoon helps you down. If it weren’t for his arms holding you steady, you would’ve collapsed on the floor. Your legs shake, muscles taut and tense.

“I got you.”

Sat on the floor with his joggers and boxers pulled beneath his crotch, he pulls you down on his lap. A wisp of precum adorns his tip and you wrap your hand around it, collecting it with your thumb. Watch him as you swirl your tongue around the digit before sucking on it, letting go with an obscene pop. Namjoon licks his lips, hands clasping your hips hard enough to bruise you. Twitches in your other hand.

“Don’t fucking do that to me, baby.”

You laugh almost inaudibly, drunk on him. “Are you gonna come in me?”

He replaces your hand, holding his length at the base for you to sink down. And you do, gasping softly at his thickness. Your dewiness helps it to be a smooth ride.

“Gonna pump you full. Leave you dripping,” he promises, voice restrained. “Gonna fuck you so good you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”

One thing about Namjoon, he’s a man of his word.

Seated perfectly on him, he waits for you to adjust. Alleviates the tremble of your thighs with his palms, massaging the muscles. Takes off your shirt and flings it across the kitchen. Gropes your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You start to grind on him, throwing your head back. He latches onto your nipple and flicks the nub with his tongue. You lose your mind, leaking down his balls.

“Ready?” he asks against the fullness of your breast.

“Yeah, fuck me, Joon.”

He thrusts into you once to watch you fall apart. Locks your arms behind your back. Grabs your forearms for his use.

“You forgot something.”

He thrusts again, harder this time.

“What?” you breathe out, meekly.

“What word do you use when you want to ask for something?”

He watches you as you work it out in your brain. Fucks into you three more times, equally hard, to disrupt you.

“Fuck, sorry. Please, Joon, please.”

He grinds, hips rotating in circles.

“Uh-huh, that’s right. Now use it.”

Namjoon envelops your tit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola. Sucking. Keeping up the agonizing pace. Groaning when you clench down on him.

“Please, hmph, fuck me.”

Your breast bounces back when he lets go, biting his lip. “Knew you could do it,” he coos. “Smart fucking girl.”

He begins to fuck you properly. Thrusting up and down as he holds you steady, keeping his eyes locked on yours. As he takes control of your squirming, leaving his fingerprints on your forearms and waist. You’re breathless, whimpering, on the verge of sobbing. So turned on and needy for him that the emotions brim in you, threatening to spill over.

“Aren’t you?” Namjoon continues. “Aren’t you a smart girl?”

You nod, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. “I’m a smart girl.”

He spanks your ass to reward you and you arch your back. Tits all in his face. He’s mesmerized watching them bounce and nearly slap against each other, nubs hard and pointed. He licks them up, flicking them with his tongue. You round your shoulders a little in pleasure, his strong grip not letting you fold like your body wants.

“That’s right. So smart and good for me. So fucking wet. Making me lose my mind.”

Namjoon kisses you. Inhales you. Withdraws only for a mere second before he’s back, tongue in, toying with you the way you like it. You feel your relief calling your name.

“Namjoon, I’m so fucking close. I’m so close. I’m gonna come,” you whine, forehead pressed against his, face twisted in ecstasy.

Namjoon stops out of the blue and slips out of you. You whine loudly, but before you know it, he carries you to the couch and lays you down on it. Takes off all of his clothes until only his silver chain remains, shining bright in the dim light. He spreads your legs, one limb over the backrest, the other around his thigh. Grips his length and tugs at it a few times, the feeling of your wetness making him slippery pulling moan after moan out of him.

He enters you again and resumes his fast pace, holding your calf in his hand. “Smart girls come on the couch, not on the floor like whores. You got that?”

You nod almost too eagerly, fucked out beyond measure. “Yes, Joon, please make me come. Please, come here.”

Namjoon leans towards you, propping his elbows by your head, cradling you. “I’m here. I’m gonna make you come.”

From this angle, he fucks you more deeply than before, his tip reaching your cervix. You roll your eyes back, but bring them right back to his face when his chain taps you on the chin. You find it so hot that you grind your hips against his, meeting his thrusts, encouraging him to fuck you harder. The chain meets you in erratic staccatos and you scratch your nails down his bare back, the sword-like pendant hurting you in a way that you like.

Namjoon notices. Slows down his movements. Pinches the chain from the back of his neck. Prompts you to lift your head and slides it over, letting it rest in the middle of your breasts. Then fucks you back into the couch.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips. “Gonna breed you. Hm. You want that, don’t you?”

The cord tightens in your lower belly. The bulge of where his tip is hitting you nudges him in his stomach and he looks down. Curses.

“Look.”

You follow his eyes and moan. “Namjoon, Namjoon, please come in me. I’m so close. Wanna feel you. Please.”

He grunts, nodding his head. Licks his fingertips and presses them against your clit. Pleasures you in fast and swift jerks until you’re knocking your head back. Only when he grabs your jaw and kisses you does the cord snap, his lips being your ultimate undoing.

Namjoon presses you down with his body, keeps you calm and collected. Kisses you all through it, your jaw, your neck, your cheeks. Then his thrusts turn sloppy and his cock twitches in you. He gives you one final hard thrusts and fills you up, groaning against your mouth.

You’re smoothing down the sting of your scratches on his back when he pulls out of you and his cum drips out of you. You wish you could see what he sees, hand on his mouth, careful to catch his drool. You push out more for him and he curses, fondling your pussy with his thumb before he pumps it back in.

He comes back to you and kisses you. Fixes your hair. Caresses your cheek. Helps you stand on your feet as he leads you into the shower. Washes every inch of your body, heedful of the bruises he left on the back of your thigh. Lathers your hair in your favorite shampoo. Wraps you in a towel. Wanted to moisturize your body, but you told him off, knowing both of you would get horny again. You let him brush your hair, though, placing a comb in his hand. He’s gentle as he undoes the knots, then he blowdries your hair.

And you do the same for him.

Once the pillow touches your cheeks, you’re both out like a light.

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