Late night at the Agency
Notes: lmao this is sum I wrote a long time ago but I thought I’d post it cuz why not
words: 470
warnings: curse words
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Today sucked for Shouto, he lost the villain at work, he had to do a shit ton of paperwork due to building damages, endeavor was on his ass some stupid thing he couldn’t even remember what it was a about. He and his fathers relationship has improved but that’s a couple steps into the marathon.
All he wanted to do was come home to you, but he has two more stacks of paperwork to fill out.
Shouto let out an audible groan and let his head fall back of his chair. His fingers fiddled with is pen, tapping back and forth. He picked up his phone checking the time, 11:50pm?!. Shouto groaned again, he didn’t realize how long he had been at the agency, he told you he would be back no later then 10:00pm. He was about to push your contact to call when a soft knock came outside of his office door.
The door opened to reveal you in sweatpants and one of shoutos old hoodie, hair a bit frizzy and tangled but beautiful netherless. Oh and the annoyed look you shot shouto.
“Y/N” his voice came out hoarsely since he hasn’t spoke in a while
“Shouto”
“It’s late what are you doing here?”
Shouto asked as he stood from his chair to meet you in the middle.
You scoffed “Uh, I could ask you the same”
You stand in-front of each other, your arms crawl up to his neck as his meet your hips going up your waist.
He sighed “I know, I’m sorry I had to do paperwork and-“
“Shouto it’s okay, no biggie” you cut him off. His face turns into a pout
You both sway softly side-to-side, your hand coming up to cup his face.
“I texted you but i figured you didn’t see it” you breathed out.
“I’m really sorry Y/N” he spoke softly as he leaned into your touch.
“Stop apologizing, you just lost track of time it’s okay”
His eyes fluttered shut “I need to finish, I’ll be done soon”
“You can do it tomorrow”.
He sighed, pulling you close as he burried his nose into your hair inhaling you scent. His strong secure arms caging you in while yours wrap around his waist going up his backs rubbing soft patterns into his skin.
“Alright.. you didn’t need to come out to the agency though, besides it’s not safe out this late” He pulled back to look at you
You let out a hum and look up to meet his gaze. His hands come to hold your face softly bringing it close to his as he leans in for a kiss. A simple kiss, yet it always made you heart skip a beat. He pulls away and you hold on to his hands.
((idk how to end this shit :> ))
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Mha brain rot FR (im learning to write okay back off😔)
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Posted December 12th 2023
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Devil by the Window (m) | knj
title: Devil by the Window
pairing: namjoon x f. reader, a tiny bit of yeonjun x f. reader
rating/genre: m ; smut ; HORROR; HALLOWEEN;
summary: you are spending halloween night with two of your best friends, yeonjun and namjoon while having a halloween movie marathon at the olders' house. when you receive a strange phone call filled with moans and a knock that leaves you with a piece of paper that says 11:58, you wonder whether it's a prank or ominous warning of what is yet to come.
warnings: dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, breast play, hickies, slight body worship if you squint, horror, haunting things happening, paranoia, smut, making out, creampie, namjoon has a marking and ownership fetish, biting, jealous namjoon?, TXT YEONJUN, blood, death, cliché horror tropes based on two different movies lmk if you catch them
note: thank you @daegudrama for beta reading as always and supporting this... fcked up halloween dumpster fire last minute
HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL 🎃 FEEDBACK & Comments are much appreciated !!
total word count: 2.2k
drop date: october 31st 2023, 8:00pm pst
cross posted on ao3 here
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It’s a chilly Halloween night, and you, Namjoon, and Yeonjun have gathered at the olders' house to enjoy a horror movie marathon.
The living room is adorned with eerie decorations, and a flickering jack-o'-lantern casts eerie shadows across the room. The three of you settle in, ready for a night of spooky fun.
As the movie plays, you can't help but get engrossed in the suspenseful plot. The room is dimly lit, creating the perfect atmosphere for a night of frights. The eerie silence is occasionally punctuated by gasps and laughter.
Suddenly, your phone rings, shattering the silence. The caller ID displays the words "unknown," and you hesitate before answering it. You are shocked when you hear harsh breathing that eventually turns to faint moans on the other end. Why does it sound uncannily like Namjoon? Your eyes widen glancing at Namjoon, who is sitting right next to you, engrossed in the movie. It's impossible for the sounds to be coming from him. He's right here!
Your heart races as you listen, unable to comprehend what you're hearing. It sounds like Namjoon, and yet, it can’t be. The unsettling, yet seductive moans continue for a few moments before the call abruptly ends, leaving you in a state of disbelief and unease.
"Who was it?" Namjoon asks as he grabs another handful of caramel popcorn from the pumpkin bucket next to him.
"Uh, all I heard was breathing and moans."
Namjoon nods, but Yeonjun chuckles, popping a handful of caramel popcorn into his mouth, his amusement contrasting with the eerie situation. "Breathing and moans, huh? Sounds like a childish Halloween prank."
You join in the laughter, trying to ease the tension that had settled in earlier. "Yeah, it's probably just some dumb kids trying to spook us on Halloween. Nothing to worry about."
Yeonjun, trying to ease the tension, chuckles and says, "Exactly! Don't let it get to you." He seems convinced that there's a logical explanation for the unsettling events.
With the unsettling phone call still fresh in your mind, you try to immerse yourself in the movie, hoping to forget what you had just heard. But not even five minutes later, the doorbell rings, jolting you and your friends from the eerie atmosphere of the film.
You exchange bewildered glances with Namjoon and Yeonjun. It's already close to midnight, and it seems unusual for trick-or-treaters to still be out at this hour. Deciding to investigate, you volunteer to open the door, determined to put your fears to rest.
However, as you swing the door open, there's no one in sight. The porch is empty, and the dimly lit street seems devoid of any Halloween revelers. A chill runs down your spine, and you glance down at the ground, where you find a folded piece of paper. The note simply reads, "[11:58PM]." Panic wells up inside you as you look at the clock on the wall. That is 20 minutes from now.
With a sense of urgency, you rush back to the living room, trying to explain the eerie note to Namjoon and Yeonjun, who are both puzzled by your urgency.
"There was no one outside! Except this note that says '[11:58PM].' I'm actually pretty scared."
Yeonjun shrugs, trying to dispel the unease that has settled in the room. "Come on, Y/N, It's probably just some dumbasses trying to prank you.”
“Calling me and coming to Namjoon’s house with a note…? It happened within a 5 minute timespan, Yeonjun!”
“I don’t know. But it's getting late, so I think I'm calling it a night. I have work tomorrow at 9 am."
“Fine. Okay bestie.” You sigh. “Are we still on for boba after you get off work with Taehyun and Jungkook?”
“Yeah, of course!”
You reluctantly lead Yeonjun to the door, giving him a hug goodbye, and wishing him a safe drive home.
"Thanks for coming over, Yeonjun. Call me if you need anything, and I'll let you know if anything else happens."
“No worries, have a good night.”
As the door closes behind Yeonjun, you return to sit on the couch to face Namjoon, your heart heavy with the weight of the eerie events that have unfolded. The clock on the wall continues its relentless countdown, bringing you closer to "[11:58PM]." You and Namjoon are now alone in the dimly lit living room, and the sense of impending dread grows stronger. You had planned to stay over at his house, which he is okay with.
You take a deep breath and look at the older man, your eyes filled with uncertainty. As you're about to ask him to help you get to the bottom of this weird situation, Namjoon suddenly speaks up, his voice carrying an unexpected tone.
"So, do you have something going on with Yeonjun?" Namjoon's question catches you off guard, and you struggle to find the right words.
"Huh?"
Namjoon continues, "You guys seem pretty close. You're even seeing him tomorrow."
You try to explain, "Well, we're the same age and grew up in the same hometown together, but he's just a best friend to me."
Namjoon's expression shifts, and he presses further, "What about me?"
You hesitate, the memory of the phone call with the alluring moans echoing in your mind.
"You... well," You stammer, your voice softening as you struggle to find the right words. "I feel different about you because I kind of like you as more than a bestie."
Namjoon's lips curve into a small, knowing smile as he responds, "Oh, really?"
The tension in the room seemed to shift from fear to something entirely different.The atmosphere crackled with a potent mix of desire and danger. In a sudden, unexpected move, Namjoon pushed you down on the couch, his eyes locked onto yours, burning with a fiery intensity. With the specter of the imposter momentarily forgotten, your lips met in a passionate kiss.
The room seemed to shrink, closing in around you as the intensity of your connection with Namjoon deepened. The haunting memories of the imposter and the eerie events of the night faded into the background, replaced by the powerful magnetism drawing you closer. With every touch, every kiss, you found solace and passion in each other's arms.
Namjoon's lips left a trail of fiery kisses along your neck and collarbone, his mouth hot against your skin. Each kiss was punctuated by a soft, needy sigh escaping your lips, your fingers threading through his hair as you pressed him closer.
His lips found the sensitive skin of your throat, and he sucked gently, leaving several marks that would linger long after this night. A quiet gasp escaped you, a mixture of pleasure and surprise, as he continued his ministrations, leaving a trail of hickeys. Your mind fills with a lustful haze as you watch him pull his sweatpants down, revealing his extremely hard cock. The sight makes you soak your panties a bit more than they were before.
“I guess Yeonjun lucked out on such a pretty girl like you.”
You don’t have enough time to question or say anything else as Namjoon pulls off the skirt you are wearing, leaving you in your black lace underwear, displaying a dark, wet patch visible in your crotch. You didn’t expect this to happen tonight, but you are ready for him to fuck you senseless.
Namjoon's voice is filled with desire as he whispers, "So wet for me," his fingers teasingly sliding your panties down just enough to explore your pussy. He gently eases a finger into your wetness, and a soft, pleasurable moan escapes your lips.
“You’re adorable, Y/N.” Namjoon teases as he kisses you again, sliding his finger out of you. He takes off your crop top and unhooks your bra behind your back tossing both items to the floor, beginning to plant plenty of kisses on your breasts.
“Namjoon…please…fuck.”
“So eager for me, a shame that Yeonjun won’t get to fuck this pussy.” He whispers seductively to you as he runs his hand along your thigh. Fuck, his words leave goosebumps on your skin. He slides your panties all the way off, and you spread your legs out as much as you can. He then slowly places his cock near your entrance teasing momentarily before sliding into you fully. This action draws a long moan of pleasure out of you.
He smiles down at you, having successfully ruined you, and silenced you with his finger.
“All mine. Just mine.”
Your eyes roll back, all you can feel is him thrusting in and out of your soaking pussy, making you blush all over. He looks deep into your eyes as he fucks you. You are overwhelmed by the lewd wet squelches your pussy makes as his cock enters you. The arousing sounds bring you closer to your climax.
“Such a slut for daddy’s cock.” He grunts. “You like being fucked like this?”
“Yes, N-Namjoon…” You whisper. “Please don’t stop…”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, my love.” He smiles almost lovingly down at you, caressing your cheek with his hand as he still thrusts inside you.
This is sex. Really good sex. Probably the best sex you’ve ever had. All your past boyfriends and friends with benefits could never compared to the euphoria that Kim Namjoon is giving you. He is so sweet, so charming. Everything a girl could want in a lover.
“I’m getting closer.” You breathe out.
“Me too.” He grunts, grabbing your chin, making you look directly at him. “Let’s do it together.”
And with those words, he lets go. You can feel the heat of his cum flow through your walls. The downright lewd noise he makes on his release is just enough to cause your orgasm as well, your cum enveloping his cock as he pulls out of your pussy. Why did those exact moans from him give you deja vu? In your post orgasm haze you can’t quite remember why this thought came about.
You’re both out of breath, him from fucking you and you from being fucked. He stares down at you as you both take a few deep breaths. Your heart is racing, and your body is still tingling from the passion you both shared.
He decides to get up, putting his pants back on, and goes to find a towel to clean you up. The dimly lit room takes on a new, intimate atmosphere as you catch your breath and bask in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. You decide to get up too and start putting your shirt and skirt back on, patiently waiting for him to return.
However, the sudden ringing of your phone shatters the moment, and you fumble to reach it. Panic surges through you as you see Yeonjun's name on the caller ID. You quickly answer, hearing the urgency in his voice.
"Listen to me carefully, Y/N." Yeonjun says in a panicked tone. "You need to leave Namjoon's house right now. Because, that's not Namjoon!"
Your heart skips a beat, and confusion and fear wash over you as you ask, "Huh? What are you talking about?!"
You hear police sirens on the other end. And that’s when you hear Namjoon’s voice on the other side of the phone talking with Yeonjun. Before Yeonjun can respond to your question, you turn around and see the figure that looks like Namjoon standing there, holding a knife in his hand. The menacing glint in his eyes sends shivers down your spine as you realize the horrifying truth - the person in front of you is not the real Namjoon, and danger is looming in the dimly lit room.
As you make a break for the door, determined to escape the menacing imposter, your heart pounds in your chest, and adrenaline courses through your veins. You hope to reach safety, but the imposter, still wielding the knife, moves swiftly to intercept you.
In the struggle that follows, you desperately try to dodge a direct attack, but to no avail. The imposter's knife slices through the air with a malevolent swish, finding its mark on your abdomen. Agonizing pain sears through your body as the blade cuts deep, leaving a gaping wound in its wake. A guttural cry of anguish escapes your lips as you collapse to the floor, the shock and pain overwhelming your senses.
Clutching your wounded stomach, you feel the warm stickiness of your own blood oozing between your fingers. The room spins, and your surroundings blur as the floor beneath you becomes stained crimson, the red liquid pooling around you like a sinister halo. The metallic scent of blood hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid undertone of fear, as the imposter, their face twisted with malevolence, continues to advance with deliberate, haunting steps.
Tears well up in your eyes as you gasp for breath, the pain nearly unbearable.
"W-Who are you?! Why are you doing this to me?!"
The fake Namjoon chuckles darkly, the sinister glint in his eyes unrelenting. "I said you're mine. And you will be mine. Just like this. Forever."
Your world spins into a growing blur as you fight to stay conscious, the imposter looming over you, and the horrifying realization that this is it.
In your final moments, you glanced at the clock on the wall, its numbers glowing ominously.
11:58.
The seconds tick away, echoing the dreadful countdown as "Namjoon" lifts his hand to deliver the final, fatal blow.
The world around you fades into an abyss of darkness.
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