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#bts namjoon smut
bteezxyewriter12 · 4 months
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Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader
Word count- 3.3k
Includes- Sexual frustration, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, cockwarming, table sex, studio sex, from behind, missionary, multiple orgasms, squirting, fluff
Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa
@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @svnbangtansworld @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny
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Namjoon POV
She moans in my mouth as she kisses me wildly, her arms around my neck, fingers tugging on my hair so pleasurably
She's in my lap, straddling me, both our bodies naked from the waist up, my arms around her waist, holding her right against me, feeling her soft skin against mine
Her hips move, rubbing her clothed pussy on my cock
I'm barely holding it together and I have to stop before I cum
"Bbb...baby stop", I gasp when I break the kiss, my hands stopping her from moving more
"No Joonie. No baby", she whimpers, her gorgeous big brown eyes pleading with me
"I can't baby", I answer
She knows I can't
I was working on my home studio when she came in
I knew what she wanted
She pulled my computer chair back, sat on my lap and kissed me
And because I love her and yeah, I'm horny for my wife, I kissed her back
Now I'm in this predicament
"I want you baby", she whimpers, pressing kisses to my neck, right into the spot I love
"I....I can eat you out-"
"No Joonie! That's all you've been doing for days. I love your tongue and your fingers but I want your cock!", she protests
"Babe-", I start
"No! You took this stupid bet without telling me and because of it I can't have your dick! That's not fair!"
"I know babe-"
"No you don't know!", she snaps, frustrated, "I want you! And you would flip a fucking shit if I told you I made a stupid agreement and you couldn't have my pussy for a month!"
She's right
I would be so pissed
But fucking Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook told me about them doing no nut November and made fun of me, telling me I could never last that long
They said I couldn't last a day, joked about how much I needed sex, needed to cum all the time, commenting on how I'm always touching her and taking her away from whatever we're doing to fuck her
I mean she's my wife, she's fucking hot and I want her so no shit I'm gonna fuck my girl
They just wouldn't let it go, I got pissed and agreed to bet them that I could last the whole month
I don't know why I did it
It shouldn't matter but I wanted to prove that I could do it
Needless to say when she was not happy when I told her about it
I told her I couldn't have sex with her but I'd still go down on her and finger her
I know it's not enough for her
We went from sex everyday to none
I know she's frustrated
I am too
It's been twenty days of it and I'm so fucking horny
Anything turns me on, makes me hard
Even if she sits on me and not moves it makes me hard
But I lasted this long, I can last longer
"That shit is something you do if your single like those other idiots. Not if you're married or are with someone! You're neglecting me!"
I raise my eyebrow, "I don't know if that's neglect exactly..."
She glares at me and I shut my mouth
She drops her arms from around my neck, looking away and starting to get off me
I tighten my arms around her, not wanting her to leave, especially not upset
"What can I do to make you feel better baby?", I ask her
She shakes her head, "Nothing Joonie. I just want you"
"C'mon baby", I say softly, running my fingers in her hair, pushing it over her shoulder, "Wanna make you feel good baby"
She looks back up at me, hesitating
"Tell me what you want baby"
"Wanna....let me sit on your cock"
I suck in a breath, "Baby I don't know-"
"I won't bounce Joonie. I won't fuck you", she says quickly, "I just want to feel you inside me. Wanna be full of you"
Fuck me, I want that too, my cock throbbing at the thought of being in her tight pussy again
"Please Joonie"
I don't know how it's gonna work, how I'm going to actually get inside her without coming
But I'm gonna try
I can do this
Cockwarming is ok...it hasn't made me cum before so it's fine
"Yeah baby, ok"
"Ok", she nods
She stands, tugging on my PJ pants and boxers, pulling them down and off, my cock so hard, straining and leaking
I reach for her, bending down, kissing her lower stomach, as I move my fingers in her PJ pants, dropping them down to her feet
She steps out of them as I pull her closer, slipping her panties down next
Once they're off, I kiss lower, murmuring, "Just let me taste you baby"
"Yeah Joonie"
Lifting her up, I put her on my desk, sliding my chair closer
Opening her legs, I bite my lip, seeing how wet she is, her juice dripping down her cunt onto my desk
Fuck
Leaning down, I lay my tongue on her and lick up, her sweet taste hitting me, making me moan
Her cunt is so soft, her swollen lips spreading for me as I drag my tongue between them
"Joonie", she whimpers, her fingers in my hair already
I run my tongue up and down her pussy, dipping into her hole, feeling her cunt tighten around it
Fuck, so tight, how am I gonna have her around my dick and not cum?
Fucking into her pussy, she clenches my tongue with each thrust, pleasure rolling down my body right to my hard cock
I push her legs open wider, burying my face in her cunt, swirling my tongue around her little hole before slipping in
Wiggling my tongue in her cunt, I pull out, swallow her juice then keep going
"Namjoon", she moans, her free hand gripping my upper arm tightly
Using the tip of my tongue, I flick her clit, a loud groan coming from her
Licking her clit over and over, it throbs against my tongue, turning me on so much
"Joonie, more", she whimpers
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I tug and play with her, her legs shaking around my head
Her hips start to move, fucking into my face as I suck hard, desperately on her tiny clit
I don't know what it is but once her clit is in my mouth, I can't get enough of it
I have to go hard, it's my favorite thing to suck on her body
It makes her so wet, dripping all over my face, it sliding down my neck, drowning me
And I don't want to be anywhere else
"Namjoon. Namjoon", she calls, coming against my face
I sped up the movement of my mouth, sucking her through her orgasm as she yells my name, her body shaking on top of my desk
As soon as she finishes, my tongue is by her hole, licking up her sweet cum, moaning into her cunt, making sure I get it all
"Joonie", she whimpers, tugging on my hair
I pull back, her eyes looking at me with lust and fuck, I want her
Moving my hands to her thigh, I pull her down, off the table and right onto my lap
"Can I?", she asks softly and I nod, holding my dick up for her
Her lips crash against mine, as she takes my head in and slowly pushes down
Her incredibly tight cunt splits open around me, pulsing hard already, sucking me in as she takes more and more of me
Pleasure crashes over me, it's so much more intense than normal
Her pussy waters my cock, my lap already soaked and I'm not even all inside her yet
I can't...it's so much, my cock throbbing fast at finally feeling her around me again
"Baby stop, I can't...I'm..
"No Joonie. I'm almost down", she pleads, my hands stopping her
"Second...one....se...", I trail off, squeezing my eyes tightly closed, getting control over myself and my dick
Think of something else
The songs I have to do
Melodies I have to fix, lyrics I have to tweak
It calms me down enough to keep her on me
"You...can keep going baby", I tell her
"Help me all the way down baby", she whimpers
I push her down on the rest of my cock, impaling her tiny pussy as I bottom out
"Oh fuck", I moan, her walls clenching around me so tightly, so pleasurably
"Joonie", she moans, "Feels so good Joonie. Fuck, I missed you so much"
"I missed you too baby", I whisper, sitting back in the chair, pulling her against me
Her head lays on my shoulder, her face against my neck
I hold her, running my fingers up and down her back, feeling her skin shiver against my touch
I smile, kissing the top of her head
Her pussy clenches around my length continuously, keeping a steady burst of pleasure running through my body, my cock throbbing every time she clenches
I can't help it, it just happens
We sit for a good few minutes this way
Then she starts squirming, her hips grinding down on me
More bliss hits me quickly as her pussy pulses gets faster the more she moves
"Baby", I gasp, my fingers digging into her hips, my brain turning off, "Sss...st...baby"
"Feels so good baby", she whines, her hips moving faster, cunt throbbing hard, gushing juice on my legs, "Wanna cum on your cock"
Fuck, I don't ..I don't think I can handle that
The pleasure from that....it'll make me cum
I can't
"Baby", I say louder, stopping her from moving, "I...too much..."
"Please Namjoon. I need to cum on your cock. I need to. I'm going crazy baby", she cries, tears welling in her eyes
I know how she feels, the frustration of the pleasure just stopping
It's driving me crazy too
"Just once Joonie. I'll get off you as soon as I finish ok, so you don't cum", she begs, "I promise I'll leave you alone for the rest of the month. I just need it. I need you"
I want to give her what she wants, I do
I just don't know if I can handle feeling her orgasm
The ecstacy from that is so fucking mind blowing and it's what I look forward to when we have sex
Just feeling her cum over and over
I'm addicted to her orgasms
And I'm worried that feeling even just one will throw me over the edge while I'm in this state
But as I look at her, my loving, supporting, beautiful wife, I can't deny her
She's right that I just sprung this on her without even talking to her about it
And she's dealt with it for all these days
She just can't take it anymore
She just wants me and I can't fault her for wanting to have sex with her husband
I'll deal with it, push back any feeling of coming to let her
"Ok baby", I nod, relief blooming in her eyes, "Just...don't bounce or grind ok? I'll make you cum"
She raises her eyebrow but nods, "Ok"
I kiss her lips softly, the feel of them on mine one of the best feelings in the world
"Turn around baby", I tell her after the kiss ends
I help her off me, turning her and pulling her back on my lap, her back against my chest
"Open your pretty legs for me", I ask and she spreads them so wide
Aligning my cock to her hole, I shove her down my length in one go this time instead of dragging it out
"Oh fuck", she moans, her pussy keeping a tight grip on my cock
Snaking my arm around her waist, I move my hand down, pressing my fingers to her swollen clit
I move my fingers in a circle, her loud cries of pleasure so pretty
I tilt her head back on my shoulder, pressing kisses to her neck as I play with her clit
She floods my cock even more, her cunt already throbbing harshly
"Mmm baby, my pussy feels so good", I praise her, "So tight baby girl. So fucking wet for me"
She nods, moaning, her eyes closed, her body shaking against me
"My cock feels good baby?"
"So good Joonie", she cries
I move my free hand around her boob, squeezing while pinching her nipples at the same time
"Joonie!", she cries, more juice leaking from her, "Oh fuck, don't stop...oh fuck your cock is so good baby"
I smirk against her skin, rubbing her clit faster, falling into the incredible feeling of her tight cunt spasming pleasurably around my cock
Her hands are on the chair's arm rests gripping it so hard her fingers are white
Her legs shake around mine, her hips beginning to move in a circle, grinding her spot on my cock head
I look down at her pretty body on me, her boob squished in my hand, sweat dripping down between her boobs, her hips moving hypnotically against my hand
God, fuck, my wife is so fucking hot
"Missed your cock so much Joonie", she whines, "Why did you take you away from me?"
I really don't fucking know
The agreement seems so fucking stupid right now
"Missed you too baby", I murmur, feeling how close she is, "Missed this tight cunt wrapped around me. Fuck, cum for me baby"
"Namjoon!", she cries at the next rub of her clit, her body shaking uncontrollably as she cums around my cock
I push up into her, the pure ecstasy from her orgasming pussy blinding me as we both yell
Oh my god, fuck me
God, I miss this
Fuck, it's so good, the fucking throbbing... fuck
"Namjoon! Baby!", she murmurs in my ear, her head back on my shoulder, eyes closed, pleasure all over her beautiful face
I move my gaze back down, watching her skin tremble as she cums, pleasure running through my entire body
And I say fuck it
Holding onto her, I stand up then bend her over my desk
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull my cock almost all the way out of her pretty pussy then thrust back in hard, bottoming out in one move
"Fuck!", I shout, the pleasure spiking and I just go feral
I thrust into her as hard as I can, desperate to feel her cunt suck my cock inside her, desperate to feel the pleasure I've denied myself for twenty fucking days
"Fuck baby", I whine, pounding into her, splitting her on my dick, "Feels so good. Fucking god, I was so stupid baby. So stupid to give you up for this long"
She moans, holding onto the equipment on my desk hard as she takes the pounding I'm giving her
I watch her tiny hole spread and strain around my cock, her cunt flooding my cock with so much cream it's dripping to the floor
Beautiful sight
Every stroke has my head hitting her spot, a yelp of pleasure coming from her pretty mouth
I'm in so much pleasure, my body shaking from it, making my brain turn off
Her cunt is impossibly tight, more than she's ever been, throbbing like crazy
"Cum for me baby", I beg, "I need to feel it. Please baby"
I crave that bliss
"Namjoon! I'm coming! Baby! Fuck!", she cries as she climaxes, pussy cream gushing from her hole, making a huge mess on my dick
"Yes baby!", I cry, shoving my cock inside her, letting the mind blowing pleasure washing over me
I feel like I'm gonna cum but I push it back with great difficulty
I'm not done fucking her yet
When she finishes, I pull out, flip her on her back, pull her to the edge and plunge my cock back into her pulsing cunt
"Joonie", she whimpers, her body arching beautifully
I keep my eyes on her beautiful face in so much pleasure as I fuck the life from her
"Baby", I whisper, sliding my hands up her body slowly, her soft skin trembling under my fingers, making me smile
My hands get to her big boobs, wrapping around them and holding on as I thrust my length into her welcoming cunt
Her hands move around my wrists, holding on, her legs wrapping tighter around me
I'm so close, her pussy feeling so fucking amazing and tight but I need her orgasm to get off
She gets closer with every thrust and I'm anxiously waiting for her
"Nnnn...Namjoon", she yells, her body shaking against the desk, her cunt tightening pleasurably around me, "Baby"
"Yes baby. Gimme baby. Fuck, want you to cum all over my cock", I urge her, "Please baby"
"Namjoon!", she yells, her pussy squirting around my cock and everywhere as she cums
Phenomenal ecstasy crashes into me as I scream her name, sheathing my cock inside her and coming the hardest I ever have in my life
"Namjoon! Yes baby!", she shouts, her pussy milking my cock as I shoot cum deep into her
My head is in the clouds, nothing but pleasure in my mind, my body
She whimpers my name over and over as we ride out the pleasure, gripping each other tightly
When I come back to my senses, I look down to pull out and I'm shocked to see how much I came
It's literally pouring out from around us and all over my desk
Jesus
Pulling out, her cunt gushes more but I don't care
I can clean it later
Picking her up, I sit back down in my chair with her on my lap, cuddling her and giving her kisses anywhere I can
"I love you Jo"
"I love you Joonie", she says tiredly, her arms moving around me to hold me close
I run my fingers in her hair as she lays her head on my shoulder
"You lost the bet", she says softly
"Worth it", I answer, kissing her forehead, "I'm sorry for taking the bet baby. It was stupid to deny both of us that"
"It's ok Joonie. Just don't do something like that without talking to me first"
"I won't", I promise, "I'm never taking a dumb bet like that again"
I'm never denying myself from being with my wife again
The guys can talk all they want, make fun of me all they want
I don't care
I have nothing to prove nor do I care to
Not anymore
She giggles, "Forgot how much you like sex?"
I didn't but I wasn't thinking about it
I was forcing it out of my mind
"Kind of. But you just reminded me", I smirk, moving my hips up, pressing my hard dick against her
"Again Joonie?", she laughs
I nod, smiling, "Yeah baby. Gotta make up for the past twenty days"
"All in one day?"
"Oh hell yes", I answer, standing up and carrying her to our room, "I'm so horny baby and I'm gonna fuck you all day and night. You're gonna be so sore tomorrow"
"Well you're lucky I'm just as horny as you are", she teases
I laugh, throwing her on the bed, then climbing on top of her, getting her legs around me
I move my fingers in her hair, looking down at her beautiful face
I love her so much it's insane
"I am lucky Jo. I have you", I answer, smiling at her
She blushes, her arms moving around my neck, "I'm lucky too baby. I love you Namjoon"
"I love you Jo"
She pulls me down for a sweet kiss that I fall into
When it's over, she smirks at me, "Now, fuck me baby"
"Your wish is my command baby", I smirk back, then bury my length inside her, her moan music to my ears, the start to a beautiful night
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bts-trash-blog · 11 months
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Best Of Us
Chapter 24: Alpha Said
Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.
Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader
Warning: {18+ ahead} A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.
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You were walking down your building steps- your hand interlocked with Namjoons as you took a deep breath in. Trying to maintain the level head you had gotten back after you had started to pack your bags.
You were still upset.
Beyond upset.
You felt betrayed-and somewhat dirty and used. Though with the words Namjoon had said to you-so soft and caring and how quickly they tried to fix the way you were feeling it made you feel slightly better. Only slightly. Though you know the moment you saw Yoongi you might scream at the Alpha-hell you will no doubt cry. He felt like an uncertain piece right about now- yet you hope he was willing to fix it. Own up to the mistakes that were made and to work through it-yet you feared that he wouldn’t. The fear of the different stories running through your mind-yet when the window of the car rolled down and you’re met with a bright smile-one that warmed you from your heart out all of the fear went away.
Hoseok’s hair was loose-falling slightly in his eyes, sunglasses being spun around his finger as he smiled a toothy smile your way. His lips looked well bitten as if he had been chewing at them for some time- you saw the way one side was still between his teeth as his eyes met yours. His skin glowed as the sun hit it-it had you smiling softly back as he opened his door quickly-stepping out and pulling you into a tight hug. His minty scent twisted around you, his fingers rubbed into your lower back, his nose brushed under your ear as he pulled away slightly. Eyes looking down at you then to Namjoon you hand still laced with the Omegas as your other one awkwardly laid at your side.
“Have everything you need? All of your meds?” Hoseok whispered as his nose brushed against yours as he slowly pulled away, one hand dropping to his side as the other ones stayed on your waist. You gave him a small nod as you cleared your throat as you took a deep breath in.
“Yeah-made sure I have more than enough-uh also brought some work clothes and my makeup.” You mumble making Hoseok smile brightly as he looks between you and Namjoon as you feel the end of your shirt being rolled between his fingers.
“Good good..that's perfect I cleared some space for you in our closet and Yoongi did in our bathroom.” He pauses at the way you tensed at the mention of the other Alpha. Hoseok quickly cleared his throat as he nodded, pulling away and grabbing the bag over your shoulder. Pulling it over his- he quickly moves back to the car, opening the back seat and placing your bag there as Namjoon quickly moves to sit in the back.  
“You get the passenger seat baby.” Namjoon called out, making you huff and nod as you moved around the car-but not before Hoseok opened the door for you. It had you giving a small thank you as you moved to sit down-winced slightly at the slight heat coming from the leather seats onto the back of your thighs.
“Sunglasses..I forgot my sunglasses.” You mumble-a small pout on your lips as Hoseok gets into the driver's seat.
“Hobi probably had an extra set.”
“Extra what?” Hoseok mumbles, his sunglasses already being pushed up onto his nose as he starts to turn the wheel to get out of the spot he was in. Your eyes stayed on him the way the palm of his hand stayed in the wheel-the other against the car door as he took off. It had your mind somewhat racing with not so appropriate thoughts. Though you looked away as his eyes quickly looked back at you.
“Sunglasses.” You mumbled making him hum suddenly his hand was reaching in front of you opening the glove department and reaching-a slick black case was suddenly handed to you as you took it. The sound of the glove department closing had you sighing as you took a sleek black pair of glasses out-then you jumped slightly at the feeling of Hoseok's hand on your thigh as you looked back over at the Alpha. He had a small smirk on his face-that he kept facing forward-and the feeling of his thumb rubbing against the inner part of your thigh had you huffing as you pushed the glasses onto your face.
You kept your eyes facing towards the road-the soft hum of the music as you felt his fingers drum against your skin to the beat. Namjoons scent of peaches and pears mixing with a sugary scent had your eyes closing as Hoseok's minty scent twisted along with it. It was a dream-truly- the way the two scents mixed together just had your mind relaxing as your hand reached down and laced with Hoseok’. The feeling of his warm skiing against your had goosebumps rising on your skin- the feeling of his rough palms resting against yours had you looking over to see the tips of his ears turning bright red. The sound of Namjoons soft chuckle and a low rumbled growl coming from Hoseok's chest had you smiling softly at the two.
“Your hands are huge.” You whisper as you fingers play with his-it had the Alpha letting out a soft breath as Namjoon let out a loud laugh.
“You know what else is big-”
“Namjoon.”
“His dick.” You couldn't help the choked back laughter bubbling from your chest  as you heard Namjoons falling in tune with you.
“Namjoon!” Hoseok huffed his hand falling from your as he shook his finger at your face then to the Omega in the back. “Have you learned nothing?” Hoseok mumbled and then you heard him gasp, making you look to see his finger between Namjoons teeth as your daughter started to grow once more as you watched Hoseok take his hand away and shake it out. “I swear you’ll be punished when we get home.” Hoseok growled, making you giggle as his hand moved to lace back with yours. “He’s a little shit.”
“You’re an asshole with a big dick.” Namjoon sassed back making you spit out a laugh as Hoseoks gave your hand a tight squeeze making you stick your tongue out at him. “Anyway-I made sure she stayed in the  shorts for you hyung.” His words had Hoseok's chuckling awkwardly as you looked over to see a half shy smile as he cleared his throat.
“I have no idea what he’s talking about.”
“You and Yoongi are the same-”
“Namjoon.”
“No no let him finish.” You intervened as you looked behind you- Namjoons eyes locked with yours as a dimpled smile shining your way.
“They like your thighs-though Hoseoks honestly a boobs guy.”
“Can we stop?”
“You were perfectly happy with her and you teasing about choking me.” Namjoon bit back as you huffed out another laugh. “Also what do you like? Watching?” He asked-eyes moving to look right at you-your peeking up from the sunglasses as you shrug.
“I don't know what you’re walking about.” You paused as you took a deep breath in a face forward. “Plus you’re still in trouble.” Namjoon let out a gasp as Hoseoks started to giggle. “Hey Alpha- you're in just as much trouble too.”
“Well shit.” —-
Walking out of the elevator and into the apartment you took a deep breath, in-unknown scents crossed into your path making you freeze. Stumbling into Namjoons chest as you look over your shoulder at him as he smiles at you. Yet it drops as his arm wraps around your shoulders as his nose presses against your cheek.
“Yeah I know- two of the cleaners forgot scent blockers and now our house smells like a mix of them and cleaner.” He grumbled making you nod slowly, leaning back into his hands moving to his arm that had slid from one side of your neck to the other. The two of you waddle deeper into the apartment.
“Yeah I about lost it on that Alpha one-I swear she did it on fucking prepose.” Hoseok grumbled moving past the two of you sitting on the couch as he huffed as he looked at you. “We are never using them again-she was in the fucking heat room without a blocker. Fucking bitch.”
“Possessive much.” Namjoon grumbled behind you, smiling softly at you as your body pulled away and wandered to the freshly cleaned floor to ceiling windows-looking down at the city around and letting out a soft breath. “He isn’t here-he got called to an important meeting in Yokohama this morning-another reason why I wanted to facetime you this morning.” Namjoon shyly mumbled as you look back to see him sitting next to Hoseok their hands laced together as the Alpha stares off looking at the glass wall you were at. His brain spacing out had Namjoons eyes flicking from you to him as he snapped his fingers in his face.
“Sorry.” Hoseok mumbles blinking rapidly as he takes a deep breath in and looks at you. “Just trying to figure out how to go about this…wanna keep him in the loop but I don't want to stress him more than he already is.” His words had you rolling your eyes and letting out a soft sigh- of course he’s worried about Yoongi and not completely about you-secretly you were too the thought of one of them alone and stressing out about anything without comfort for you- yeah no it worried you. But you were upset with him.  “Also want to make sure we can fix this-like actually fix it so the way you’re feeling never happens again.” He pauses as he looks at Namjoon the Omega nodding as if to encourage the Alpha. “But I need to know exactly how you are feeling and why? Like I think I understand some of it but I'm an Alpha I can't-can’t piece it all together.” He mumbles as you take a deep breath, arms crossing over another-toes digging into your socks as you rolled up onto them and then back down.
“I feel..I feel used?” You mumble under your breath, your eyes closing for a second as you open them and look back to Hoseok. His eyes on you-a sudden twist of burning mixing with your cookie scent had him blinking as he nodded slowly. “I feel dirty. I mean..I haven’t been very intimate with a lot of people-like at all. I mean sure I’ve made out with a few Alphas and Betas during my life but I’ve never spent a heat with anyone before-not truly-and I’ve never done some of the things I did with Yoongi. I mean ever. So I feel dirty.” You paused as you took a deep breath in-Hoseok's minty scent turning bitter as Namjoon's fruity scent slightly went rotten. It had you stepping to the moving to sit on the floor in front of them. Namjoon's watery eyes had you reach out to touch his knee as he froze-a single tear running down his face as he moved to sit on the floor next to you. “I know it’s not your fault- I mean the two of you- you didn't know but I feel as if I’ve lost a bit of trust with him now..like he didn’t even shoot me a text about seeing if it was okay to talk about what happened between us, you know?” You paused as you felt Namjoons arms wrap around your waist pulling you into his side. “Like I was some erotic story to get off too or something. Like the fact my privacy wasn’t even worth checking in for him just really hurt and made me feel dirty that he told you the way he did.”
“So do you want to keep stuff between one on one more private?” Hoseok asked-head tilting as you nodded. “So what went on between me, you and Namjoon you’d prefer to keep it between the three of us?”
“For now? I mean again I'm not used to being intimate with people-it's all new to me.” You mumbled as Hoseok slid off the couch spread in his legs and stretched them out as he nodded-hands reaching out for you as you looked over to Namjoon. He nodded as he slipped away from your side as you moved to shuffle in front of Hoseoks.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry for even asking him if something happened between the two of you.” Hoseok pauses as his hands rest on your shoulders sliding up to your neck as your hands press against his wrist. “I’m sorry that you feel so used…I understand now why and how you would feel that way. I mean if I have never been sexually intimate with someone before and they went off and said something I’d be upset to.” he paused as you nodded the feel of his thumb running across your jaw had you leaning into his touch. “I guess I was just excited to see if..if I could be more intimate with you..if you felt comfortable enough to start trying with us..with Alphas. It was selfish.” His words had you reaching forward brushing his hair behind his ear as he leaned into your hand. His scent slowly became more and more cold in a way-as the bitterness left. It became almost sweet as you leaned close to him, his hand slipping from your neck down as your nose brushed his. You felt the way his breath left him as you pressed a kiss to his lips. Pulling back as soon as he pushed forward a small whine passing his lips as you sigh your hand moving through his hair as his eyes open as he looks at you.
“It’s okay- I'm glad you can see my point of view.” You whispered as he nodded softly, his hands dropping on your waist as he tugged you closer to him, your knees pressing to his inner thighs as he lifted you slightly making you tilted your head.
“Lift your knee.” His words made you gulp as you did just that his leg suddenly sliding under you as his lips pressed against the crown of your head. His hands pushed you down, the feeling of his thigh against your core had your eyes widening as you looked up at him. His eyes already on you as his lips curl into a smirk. “So though I know that we might not have a complete solution..” he pauses as his eyes slide behind you as the Namjoons scent curls around the room as you feel heat against your back. Namjoon's hand. It had your face heating up-and though Hoseok was pressing you down you were trying to not put your full weight on his single muscle. He could tell. His eyebrows scrunching together as he lifted his leg the rest of the way making you whimper. “I can do this right baby?”
“Do-do what exactly.”
“Alpha wants you to ride his thigh.” Namjoons words had your lips parting as an airy gaspe fell past them.   The feeling of Namjoon's hand pressing into your stomach-Hoseok's resting on your waist had you whining. The hazy feeling of a drop consuming you slowly as you look at Hoseok. Look at Alpha.
“Wh-what?” You mumble making Hoseok's chuckle softly, his head leaning forward as his nose runs against yours- his lips pressing against yours as you feel Namjoons nose running up your neck.
“You ride his thigh- it feels so good pup.” Namjoon whispers, making you dazily pull away from Hoseok's lips looking over your shoulder as Hoseoks suddenly pull you forward, making you gasp. The feeling of your clit dragging across his sweats- your thin shorts dragging into your sensitive skin-it had slick pooling and you swear you felt it run down on him at the very moment. “See?”
“Fuck.” Hoseok whispers as you lean your forehead against his shoulder. “Can I move you again?” He asked, making you nod against his skin as he grunted at you. “Words,pup.”
“Yes-yes.” You whined making him chuckle as Namjoon's hand tightens around your waist as  you were suddenly moved back then forward again. The feeling had you shuttering as your hands moved to wrap around Hoseok's neck. The was his minty scent wraps around you and mixes with Namjoons fruity scents-it was claiming yet arousing at the same time. You were growing stickier by the second and with each movement forward or back you felt an unexplainable heat building at the bottom of your gut.
“Fuck Alpha do you smell that.” Namjoon whispered into your neck- the feeling of something hard brushing your back side with each jut of your hip had you whining again as you felt teeth nipping against your skin. Fingers pulling at your shirt as you feel Hoseok's thigh tense- flexing under you as you whimper.
“Yeah I do baby boy- you shoulder see the slick patch she’s leaving on my thigh-fuck.” Hoseok's words had you leaning forward kissing softly at the skin of his neck, his hands gripping your hips. Stopping your movement makes both you and Namjoon whine. “Fuck doll, look at the mess you’re making.” His words had you pulling back looking below you seeing a large wet patch as he chuckled softly at your embarrassed reaction as you felt Namjoon jut forward against you making you lean back against him arms dropping from Hoseoks as you pant at the Alpha.
“Why’d you stop?” You mumble out making him chuckle as he suddenly moves your forwards again as you let out a soft cry of surprise.
“So you’d want more.” His teasing words had you whimpering as you felt Namjoon's hand slide upward- hand suddenly wrapped around your breast-squeezing making you let out a drawn out moan. Your breathing turns from shallow breaths into panting as you feel his lips press into yours. “Fuck you two.” Hoseok's words had your eyes peeking open as your lips kept moving with Namjoons. A sting of saliva string between the two of you as you pull apart his lips moving to your cheeks then down to your jaw. Suddenly biting down against the skin. A loud whine past your lips- that was gonna leave a mark for a day or two- yet you felt the way his breath got caught in his throat as your hand moved behind you. Squeezing at his thigh as your hips naturally jut forward, sliding against Hoseok's thigh as your hand slid from Namjoons thigh to his front.
“Pup.” Namjoon whined, his lips still pressed against your skin though he nipped at your once again as you hand pressed against something thick and hard- he twitched against your hand juts forward into your hand. His sweet smelling slick-one you had a semi-familiarity too wrapped around you making your mind go almost blank. Hoseok suddenly leaned forward, his hand sliding under your shirt as you froze slightly at the unfamiliar feeling. The easy his rough hands felt against your skin-how warm they were and how your skin felt as if it was vibrating. Your eyes fully open as they suddenly cup under your bra making Namjoon's hand drop down against your hips as he moves once against your hand. Your moan makes the two males around you grunting in response as you feel Hoseok's thumb run over your sensitive hard nipples. Making you whine as your hand squeezed around Namjoon, your own hips jutting forward as you felt you slick dripping even more. Pooling around onto Hoseok's thigh even more.
“Your tits are fucking perfect.” Hoseoks mumbled as you heard Namjoon partially purr in responses as you felt his cock drag in the palm of your hand as he moved. “Fuck baby. Im so fucking hard right now.”
“Same here Alpha-her hand is so nice. Fucking perfect.” Namjoon breathes behind you as he pants-his head burring into your neck. “Your fucking perfect. Omega perfect.” Namjoon pantsed into your skin- his fingers squeezing your hips into his hands as your moan.
“Yeah she is perfect. Fuck can I take your shirt off?” Hoseoks mumbled his eyes meeting yours as you moved forward, your arms wrapping around his neck as your nose pressed against his. Namjoons whining behind you at the loss of your touch as you look down at Hoseok.
“I can trust you.” You remind yourself- his head nodding as one of his hands falls out from under your shirt-moving to cup your cheek as he moves and presses a deep kiss against your lips.
“Always, you can always trust me. You can always trust us. I promise.”
“You..you aren’t-fuck small.” You mumbled-eyebrows scrunched together- your mind going faster than you could process.  Hoseoks chuckled against your lips as Namjoons pressed himself against your back- as you took a deep breath in. Trying to put your thoughts together. “You won’t leave?” You mumbled head tilting eyes closing then opening as you looked at the Alpha in front of you. His eyes turned from one of arousement to worry.
“Leave you?” Hoseok's words had you nodding, suddenly your back was cold as Namjoon slid to sit neck to the Alpha. His own face was full of worry- yet neither one couldn’t full hide their arousement- but they were putting you first.
“Big?” you mumble out looking between the two as they look at each other-nodding together as Hoseok moves your to press completely against him.
“You aren’t too big, you're perfect for us. I love how soft you are against my hands.”
“Yeah- you have no idea how perfect you feel against our skin- I want to feel every part of you- Need to touch every part of you.” Namjoon added- quickly and slurred- fighting a drop himself as you let out a small squeak at their words.
“Not all the way?” You asked- making the two of them nod as Hoseok's hands moved to your jaw-his thumb brushing your lip as your eyes stayed on him.
“No-not all the way but I’m gonna make you cum so hard your legs will be shaking and you won’t ever think of another Alpha-besides Yoongi- again.” his words had you letting out a small whimper as you felt his hand slightly squeeze your cheeks. “Now before I do that- how about you and Joon go up stairs-make a little nest?” His words had you nodding as suddenly Namjoon stood up. His hand reached out to pull you up  off of the Alphas thigh-the large dark spot had you blushing- and the way you slightly wobbled had it grown deeper as the Alpha chuckled. “God I could just pull you right onto my face right now baby.” His words had you yelping as he teasingly grabbed the back of your thighs. Move his face right the the tops of your thighs-licking at the skin where some of you slick had built up at. It had him moaning as his eyes shut- a growl almost rumbling up from his chest as you whimpered. Namjoons keep you upright. “Fucking sweet.” He whispers against your skin as he suddenly presses against the couch. “Fuck- fuck.” He breathes, making Namjoon laugh as you whimper.
“We should go before he actually has you sit on his face.” His words had you look over then back down to Hoseoks. Debating actually doing it or not- yet you were scared you’d hurt him- and you honestly had never had anyone down there so even that freaked you out slightly. Yet Namjoon distracted you as he pressed his hard against your hip. “Come onnnn.” He whined making Hoseok laugh as you step over his thigh as Namjoon leads you up the stairs.
“Dont fucking touch her till I get up there- but pup?” His words were directed at Namjoon then you- the tone changing just as fast as your eyes met Hoseoks. “Do whatever you want to our boy.” His words have Namjoon whining as you chuckled teasingly at the Omega next to you- The two of you suddenly racing up the stairs as you both almost trip at the top step making Namjoon giggle as you shake your head at him when he kept pulling you to the master bedroom.
Suddenly you were tossed onto the large bed making your breath leave your lung as the Omega landed on top of you. His hand reaching down to one of your thighs brings the leg up to wrap around his waist as he rocked into you. Making you moan at the feeling- your soaked shorts and underwear doing absolutely nothing to black the feeling of his cock.  His lips mashing into your as his elbows land on either side of your head. Hands splayed against the pillows as your wrap around his neck pulled at his hair as he moaned against your lips. The feeling of his hair between your fingers had you moaning as you pulled, making him whine as he slightly pulled away as he kept rocking into you.
“Need you so much.”
“Alpha said-” You started to mumble making the omega above you growl as you whimpered under him.
“I dont care what Alpha said- I need you.” He growled then tapered off to a whine as you met your hips up to his, suddenly he was completely melting against you, one of his hands moving down to your breast as he looked at you. Pleading eyes- you cautiously nod making him smile as if he was a pup opening presents on Christmas. He gave you a quick kiss- pushing himself up as he moved and took his the black hoodie off then he pulled you up, his bare chest on full display as you just about drooled at the sight. He was board-you knew that-but you had no idea the amount of muscle he truly had on him. His pecs were defined as so were his abs but what caught your attention the most was the defined v-lin and happy trail. It had your reaching forward fingers tracing every muscle making his breath shutter as you looked up at him. “Please.” He whined-the feeling of his hands tracing the hem of your shirt had you smirking slightly at him. The feeling of his finger fiddling with the thin fabric had something stir in your gut as you suddenly found the confidence and strength to flip him onto his back, your body moving to straddle him. He let out a moan as your very soaked shorts pressed against his bare abdomen as he looked at you. “Fuck yes.” He whimpered as he watched your arms cross hands grabbing the bottom of your shirt as you let out a deep breath in. His eyes watching you as you lift the fabric up-pull it off of you as you tossed the shirt onto the bed beside you. Your plain black bra is on display as you watch his tongue slide against his plush swollen pink lips as his eyes scan down your body. You freeze-your own eyes looking down to see you plush belly-stretch marks and all on display making your arms move to wrap around yourself yet his hands stopped you- making your eyes snap back to him. His body moved forward and moving to your sides- feeling your skin against his for the first time. It had his breath picking up as you had now slid right on top of his cock as he looked at your eyes. “Fucking perfect.” His words had you whole body heating up as you whined slightly at him- his eyes brightening up as his lip once again pushed against yours. The two of you move together without a second thought as his lips suddenly part, making you hesitantly move your tongue- meeting his own, making your smile slightly against his lips. Running along with your bold streak you suddenly move your hips against his, making him let out a surprised moan against you.
“Good?” You whisper as you feel his hands squeeze against your hips- you kept moving and with each move a breath left him. He nodded- as if that was the only thing he could do as you hum, one hand sliding against his bare chest as the other slid up his arm to his shoulder. A light bulb going off in your head as you remember what had happened downstairs on the couch almost two weeks ago. Your hand slid from his shoulder towards his neck and suddenly your palm was at the front of his neck fingers wrap around the side making his mouth fall open as he let out the loudest moan as you chuckle down at him. Your hips kept moving as he pretty much became limp at the way you moved.
“Fuck.” You hear making you stop as you look over your shoulder to see a Hoseok- his sweats and tank top gone only black briefs as it about had you melting on the spot. If you thought Namjoons muscles were defined, then Hoseok was a level above that. He was much more muscular than he looked. He chuckled at the look on your face as your eyes moved from his chest down his v-line much deeper than Namjoons and his cock was clearly much larger than Namjoons.. Though a given from their sub-genders- it was still a shock at the just how big it looked behind a pair of briefs. It made you imagine how big it really looked without briefs and it had you drooling as Namjoon suddenly thrust upwards making your body jump as his face laned between your breasts. Groaning as you felt the way his tongue moved along the skin between them as his lips suddenly sucked at the exposed side.
Your bra suddenly tugged down- the feeling of your breast toppling out had you looking down at the Omega. One of his hands wrapping around one  massaging with every thrust of his hips-while his lips wrapped around your nipple. It was a strange feeling- it had your eyes closing as your breaths turned shallow with every movement of his mouth and hand. His thumb flick at your nipple as his teeth slid around the other- it had your spine shivering as you moaned at the way he sucked and squeezed against you.
“Baby boy what did I say?” Hoseoks growled- the feeling of his body crawling onto the bed as he looked at you and suddenly weaved his fingers into his hair- yanking his hair making him detached form you nipple in one swift quick move as you moaned out slightly in pain.
“Need her.” Namjoon whined as Hoseok growled in respouns- his lips suddenly pressing against Namjoons- you watched as his tongue was practically shoved down the Omegas throat as he pulled back and spat into Namjoons mouth making the man below you groan. “Alpha.” Namjoon whined as you chuckled as Hoseok suddenly grabbed your hips moving you to lay next to the Omega. Hoseok's hand moving around you-uncliping your bra and throwing it behind him- his lips pressing against your and the trailing down your neck the you chest his lips pressing into the flesh of you boobs as his fingers twist underneath your shorts making you lift up and suddenly you were bare in front of both of them his eyes widening as his hands moved and rubbed up you closed thighs. His tongue sliding between his lips as Namjoon whined.
“Alpha please.”
“No You didnt listen you get to fucking watch- and touch yourself. It's no longer gonna be about the two of you-just her.” Hoseok's words were a growl-demanding and it had your slick dripping out of you-rubbing your thighs together as his hand suddenly pulled them apart making you gasp at the cold air. His eyes are about just when the scent of you fills the air-thick. “Gonna eat you up.” He whispers, making you whimper as you hear Namjoon moaning-looking over as Hoseoks kisses up your thighs you see Namjoon's hand in his shorts, moving up and down with his eyes on the two of you. “Eyes on me.” Hoseok growls teeth nipping at your thighs making your gasped legs twitch away from his teeth making his warm breath fan against you. It had you look down though your stomach made it harder to see him as he chuckled softly. You were becoming insecure more and more by the minute yet every thought went away the moment his tongue slid between your lips. The feeling had you gasping, eyes closing as you reached down and grabbed his hair. It had him groaning into your- the vibrations sending a chill up your core. The feeling of his soft tongue against your about drove you insane at unfamiliar feelings- yet you knew it would be the most addicting thing in the world. You could feel every single ridge of his tongue as he moved it up and down-the tips catching your opening with each lick which had your hip jolting up each time.
Slick was practically spilling out of you- panting, growing as your hand pulled at his hair the other reaching out to Namjoon as he moans matched up with your breaths.  And then suddenly the slurping started- it had you whining as you squeezed Namjoons arm. The sound of the way his hand was moving up and down on his cock had your eyes lazily opening as you saw the twist of pure ecstasy as his eyes were on the way your body moved with Hoseok movements. The feeling of Hoseok's hands squeezing your thighs had you whining as you lifted yourself on your elbows to see his face the best you could over your stomach. His hair was a tousled mess from you pulling- his eyes were closed and he pulled away suddenly, eyes opening up slightly to look at your pussy watching as a fresh batch of slick slipped out of you. It had him moaning as he launched himself back into your, his tongue slipping into your hole hooking upwards making you almost sob at the feeling building in your core.
“Alpha.” You cried out at the feeling of his tongue slipping in and out and each time the way it hooked upwards then down had  you dropping back down onto the bed- your body jiggling on impact and suddenly Namjoon was letting out the loudest moan of the night making Hoseok and you pause looking over at the Omega. His jaw dropped-eyes on your now rolled on his side as one had was fist his cock. Shorts pulled halfway down and the other hand was reaching behind him, it had both you and Hoseok growling though Hoseok unlike you truly was focused on you cause suddenly his tongue was skiing right back into your. Nose brushing your clit with each movement making you and Namjoon moan at the sight.
“Alpha-please please please.” Namjoon begged out as his hips moved back and forth-cock sliding into his hand and you assumed back onto his fingers. Your eyes land on his cock-seeing his thick hard and much darker cock between his hands had your drooling. He was thick and semi-long, you knew he was both thicker and longer than most Omega males his tip was a bright pink and per-cum was dribbling out of it. Though your eyes close quickly as a cry passes your lip when out of nowhere Hoseok's lips wrap around your clit and sucks.
The feeling was surprising-and it brought a heat up your core to a tight spot at the base of your cunt. You were moaning non-stop- Namjoon doing the same as you felt a burning sensation then a snap as you thigh slammed closed around his head hair tugging him closer as you felt tears build at the corners of your eyes. As you slowly came down you loosened your grip around his head as he pulled away moving up your body as his lips pushed against your- the feeling of something wet and sticky against your thigh had you looking down to see a darker spot on his briefs as he looked where your eyes casted down too. An awkward chuckle passes his lips as you feel Namjoon roll over next to your side as his chin hooks onto your shoulder.
“He came.” Namjoon whispered as you giggled softly at the sticky mess the three of you were in-and honestly you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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hongjoongscafe · 9 months
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for the bitch hours request, how about voyeurism with joon (:
This was a really quick thing.
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Bitch hours
Pairing: Namjoon x reader x???
Warnings: voyeurism.
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The boy's and girls’ dormitories were in a way that their backsides were facing each other and the distance between them was little. On the top floor, Namjoon lived.
From his room, he could see the room of the prettiest girl in the university, y/n. She was someone he loved to look at. She was appealing to everyone’s eyes.
He felt like the luckiest guys when he saw that he could look directly into her room.
This took a massive turn when he saw her naked, swaying her hips to the beats of the song and getting ready for bed. That’s what he thought. Instead, she hopped on the bed and took out her toys to play with.
That night, he kept staring at her with his pants feeling suffocating.
Soon enough, he figured that he had a thing. He loved watching her masturbate or sneak in some guy to fuck. He would cum harder every time.
Tonight was no different. It was three in the morning and saw her stumbling into her room with another guy he had seen on campus.
Namjoon could feel his pants getting tighter as he saw how recklessly they removed each other’s clothes and were naked in no time. He quickly got rid of his pants and boxers and turned off his lights.
His hand wrapped around his cock and slowly pumped. He saw how that guy tossed her on the bed and got in between her legs, opening them and wasting no time to lick a long strip on her pussy.
Namjoon hissed and pumped himself a little faster. The scene in front of him was glorious. When the guy removed himself from her, he could see her glistening cunt, all wet and ready to be fuck.
The guy manhandled y/n, getting her on all fours. He slowly slipped himself inside her warm cunt.
Namjoon could hear them moan. He saw how her mouth was wide open and silently screaming in pleasure. The guy had fisted her hair and pulled her back and fucked her at an animalistic strength.
Namjoon paced up his movement around his cock, teasing his sensitive head. He felt like a fucking creep but it was too good to be stopped. He used his precum to help him. He used his free hand to play with his balls, making him moan loudly.
He felt himself coming to the edge when he saw him spanking her ass so hard that he could hear it. He moaned and felt himself closer.
However, the guy pulled out and turned her around, and her face faced the window. The guy settled behind her and lifted up her leg and shoved his dick inside from behind.
From this angle, Joon could see her properly, her cunt on display and he could see his cock slipping in and out of her. She looked so fucked up and gorgeous. Her mascara was running down her cheeks.
The guy brought his hand and pinched her clit, shaping it, making her moan louder and louder, giving zero fucks about anybody else.
Joon could see how her eyes rolled back and was about to cum. He stroked his twitching dick harder to make himself cum with her.
After a few seconds, she whined loudly as she came on a cock, making Namjoon blow his load. He came too much, breath huffing. His hair was sticking to his forehead. He took a deep breath but a call made him flinch.
He quickly picked up the call and looked out of his window. “I hope you loved today's show, Joonie. Taehyung was glad to help us out.”
“I love you so much, baby,” he winked at her and waved at both of them. “Now go to sleep, love.”
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dirtykpopsnaps · 5 months
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Here’s the request for Joonie!
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cas-skz · 1 year
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Work Pleasures
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Namjoon x fem!reader
Your best friend suggests a new way for you to make extra cash and your office had the perfect background, but the vent system makes things take an interesting turn.
18+!!! MDNI
warnings/what to expect: sex toy play, pet names: daddy & slut, rough sex, spanking, cum shots, unprotected sex, dom male, recording during sex, partial creampie, lots of dirty talk
BTS & SKZ FIC REQUETS: OPEN
writers note: yes hello, did I try a new writing style again? yes. please let me know what you think, id' really appreciate it. I read through this once but ya girl aint the brightest so forgive me for grammar and spelling mistakes. ANYWAYSSS i hope you like it cas xx
Counseling at the high school wasn't cutting it anymore. Between bills, car payments and food, life was getting more and more expensive. Maybe that's how you found yourself in this position, parading around your office, after school hours, in a lacey bra, an oversized dress shirt and short plaid skirt. The camera was low enough to not show your face, but the viewers could still tell you were in some sort of office space. "You seriously think this will work?" You questioned, speaking to your best friend who was on the other line of the phone. It was her idea after all, since her sister had made a pretty good chunky of money from OnlyFans. "Yes, and Mel is gonna promo you on her page so you'll get attention right away." You groan quietly at her response, quickly ending the call and setting your phone up as a second angle.
You tried to keep your moans quiet as the rabbit vibrator worked slowly on you, your free hand playing with one of your breasts as you whispered pet names to the camera, just another thing your friend had suggested. "Fuck Daddy." You moan firmly, arching your back slightly in the chair as you felt your climax approaching.
"You know-" A voice suddenly interrupted, causing you to shoot up in your chair and quickly turn off and stash the toy in your desk. You felt your cheeks burn red, jumping up to turn off the camera and hiding your exposed chest. Fuck. I'm finished." You turn slowly, hands gripping tightly at the edge of your shirt. Principal Joon stood tall in the door way, and to your surprise, was smirking. In your 3 years at the school, you swore you never saw the man even crack from his usual stone face. "The vent -" His finger pointed towards the vent, directly behind your desk as he stepped in the room, his keys being tossed aside as he closed the door behind him. You clenched your thighs together, the throbbing feeling returning to your clit as he walked slowly towards you. "It leads to my office, and you aren't very quiet Ms. Y/n"
What do you even say in a situation like this? More importantly, what do you do? Your eyes shyly scan the taller man, who's hair was messy compared to the usual slicked back, his brown eyes looking at you with desire as his fingers worked at his belt, the bulge in this pants being the main point of attraction for your eyes. You let your gaze fall to the ground, starting to feel innocent of all things, like it wasn't a problem that you were masturbating in your office. "I'm sorry Principal Joon, I promise it's a one time thing. It won't happen again." You played into the persona, flashing puppy dog eyes as you let the dress shirt drop open, allowing your breasts to expose. What were you thinking. Did you really get yourself that worked up? A single laugh escaped his lips as he closed in, his pants now slightly undone and his belt positioned on his hand. “Still, bad girls need to be punished.”
Principal Joon smirked down at you as you stare at his cock, thick, veiny and the perfect length, your hand pumping it slowly as you explained yourself in a sweet voice, his facial expressions reacting with small laughs and smiles when you mentioned OnlyFans and needing the extra cash. His hand balled in your hair, guiding your face closer to him as his hand replaced yours, stroking his cock. “I'm sure a pretty slut like you would do very well.” Principal Joon smirked, one hand jerking himself and the other holding your head back, eyes directly on him. “So let’s make you some money.” His words grunted as a stream of cum flew on your face, coating your lips as cheek. You happily cleaned it up with your hands and swallowed every bit you could.
Pulling you towards him, Principal Joon gently grabbed your jaw, his lips lingering near yours, “slut” he smirked, his lips pushing into yours, his coffee breathe hot against against you as his hands trail to your hips, rolling them into his as he moved you towards your desk. There’s no going back now. Might as well make it worth it. “Am I still going to punished, sir?” You question, your bottom lip sticking out slightly as your fingers worked to unbutton his shirt, exposing his rock hard abs. Principal Joon's grip tightened on your waist, shooting an evil grin at you before turning you around and pushing you against the desk, bare bottom exposed. His large hand slapped down firmly, sending an echo through the room. “You were a bad girl. You need to be punished.” He spoke firmly, another slap landing on your ass, causing you to wince.
Principal Joon didn’t let up with the teasing. Bringing you to the edge of orgasm before leaving you high and dry for a few minutes, only to start again. This really is a punishment, leaving you throbbing and cock hungry. Your ass was red with slap marks, pussy swollen and wet from his fingers working on it vigorously. “Please sir” you whimper, turning slightly to see the male, your puppy dog eyes shooting him a look as your hips rocked slowly. “Please fuck me, I need your cock.” You begged, your hand reaching towards your core as you spread your pussy lips apart, a finger teasing your entrance for him. His hand smacked down on your ass again, the sting making your hips jerk. “You think you deserve it?” He questioned, his hand slowly pumping his cock as he ran it slowly over your entrance, to your clit where he rubbed it slowly, “You’ve been such a bad girl already and bad girls shouldn’t be rewarded.” He smirked, his cock actions repeating their movements, his tip pushing in you just the tiniest bit. You moaned quietly at the feeling of flesh on flesh, your body wanting more of him inside you. Was he always this attractive? Why haven’t you thought about fucking him before? Why are you suddenly so desperate for him. A million thoughts ran though your head as you laid out, waiting for Principal Joon to make his next move.
To your surprise Principal Joon grabbed your phone to film his view, two fingers sliding easily into you. “You think you can handle this big cock?” His words made you shiver, your hips uncontrollably pushing into his fingers, wanting more. “Such a little slut.” He teased, removing his fingers and slapping your ass firmly once again. Finally, he shoved his cock deeply into you, a small whimper escaping your lips as he started thrust, giving you no time to adjust to how big he actually was. “Fuck Daddy, you feel so good” you whine, hands gripping the edge of the desk as he paddled away at your ass, the marks already burning but still exciting you each time. Principal Joon was a lot rougher than the other people you had been with and he made you tell him exactly how everything felt. Suddenly, you felt Principal Joon bottom out inside you as he reached forward, placing the phone on some books so you were both in view. His hand balled into your hair, hips slamming into you at close rang so you could feel just how big he was. “This one’s just for me. I like watching my little slut get fucked.” he whispered in your ear, his lips pressing into your temple as your walls started to tighten around him. His little slut? You could get used to that.
His hand covered your mouth, muffling your moans as he pounded into you, each thrust a masterclass in raw ecstasy as you peaked, body shaking with pleasure as juices leaked from your pussy. “Good girl.” He groaned, his thrusts only letting up the smallest bit as your body vibrated. He kept himself fully inside you as he reached for the phone again, tossing it to the side and turning all his attention to you. His hand moved some hair from your face, lips reaching over to find yours, deep passionate kisses being exchanged as his thrusts slowed, each stroke making you twitch with pleasure. His teeth found your shoulder as his thrusts picked up again, bites and kisses being placed randomly. “Does my good girl deserve to get her pussy filled?” His words were hot against your ear, lips now working at your neck. It made you shiver and happily moan. “Or am I going to make a mess on that pretty little face again?” He questioned, his cock pulling out mostly but leaving enough to keep you pleased. What the fuck do I say? Think, quick! Sure, you have had fantasies like this but now…being put on the spot. Your mind was blank. “Whatever makes you happy Daddy.” You finally say, your eyes glancing up at the man who’s hands ran over your body, gently rubbing the fresh marks he had left on you.
“Are you planning on keeping Daddy happy?” He questioned, his eyes locking with yours as a smirk creeped onto his lips. Principal Joon pulled you up from the desk, turning you to face him as he kissed you once more, sending tingles through out your already exhausted body. He leaned into you as his lips worked on yours, positioning you on the edge of the desk. The dark pink head of his member rubbed your clit slowly, soft moans escaping your lips as he pushed in and brought himself back to your lips. “Answer me.” He demanded, though his voice was soft and his eyes looked at you weakly. It’s just a fuck buddy. Bri did say you needed one. “Yes Daddy” you quietly reply, lips finding his once more. It only took a few more thrusts until you felt Principal Joon‘s cock twitch inside you, thick cum escaping his length before he pulled out, emptying the rest of his load on your stomach. His lips stayed on yours, slow kisses being exchanged as your bodies both settled.
“You sure you want that online?” He teased, his fingers working to button his shirt as you cleaned up. “I just don’t want your friends getting jealous.” Principal Joon moved towards you with your jacket in hand. “Jealous?” You question, allowing him to help you put it on before turning to face the man. His cheeky little smirk returned to his lips again, one finger making your head tilt up to gaze into his eyes. “Mhm- I’m sure none of your friends will be getting fucked as good as you.” His lips pressed into yours once more before you both exited. Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all. He did leave you soaking and weak in the knees. Principal Joon walked you to your car, a hand firmly gripping your waist to keep you stable. He opened the door for you before pressing another kiss into your lips. “Don’t forget to send me that video” he said against your lips.
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“Almost got it…” Your hands steadily attach the sticky panel meticulously to the piece of work you’d been working on the whole day. “Please please please..” You silently pray to any God who could hear the trembling in your voice, delicately pressing the panel to the bust of your masterpiece. 
“And..g-”
“OMG!!!” The loud pitched squeal knocks your hand from its place, completely destroying the glue that was holding the panel to fabric. You groan, sending a death stare Sandy’s way. 
“Sandra!!” Yelling, she looks back your way, mouthing a small ‘oops’ before returning to her phone. You make a b-line to where she’s leaned up against the counter, her many projects still having yet to be touched. “This puppy’s so cute!!” You snatch her phone, turning the small device off before sliding it into your jeans pocket. “HEY! Give that back, Y/n!” 
“No!” You start pacing your way over to your corner of the store, continuing the project that’s due in less than 2  days. Now because of Sandra, you’ll have to practically beg the production studio to not cut your pay for tardiness. 
“I said give it back!” She keeps yelling, but you ignore her whines. She scoffs, going over to sit at her work table. A mumbled word you could only assume was profanity, spoken grumpily under her breath. You happened to catch the vulgar slang, sighing at her childness. 
“Bitch..”
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“Finally..” It took you almost 5 more hours, but the mold had finally attached to the fabric. You sigh in relief, checking the clock to make sure you’d have enough time for the rhinestones. You grab extra glue, carefully placing the jewels on with tweezers. 
Ding
“Sandra” You call softly, too distracted by this tedious task. 
ding
“Sandra, go help them” You repeat, eyes focused on how the expensive gems shimmer from the warm afternoon light that seeps into your workspace. 
ding
“Ugh!” You frustratingly place the tweezers down, walking up to the counter to help the customer. He sports a raggedy gray tee, multiple holes punctured through the thin fabric. The man, slouched and dazed by something. The holes match his bottoms, ragged and dirty. Nevertheless, he’s still a human being. 
“Hi, how can I help you?” His gaze runs over all of the costumes and pieces that decorate the store. 
“A suit please.” His voice gruffed and harsh. Long stubble covers most of his lips. 
You nod, calling Sandra in here -because it was her forte-
“God, you’re so annoying sometimes y/n! What do you-” She unplugs her earbuds, face contorting to disgust at the man. 
“Ew..” She mumbles under her breath, switching her eyes to fixate on your own. 
You embarrassingly clear your throat, silently letting her know that you’d have a very important conversation after this. 
“W-what she means is ew…she has to go clean the bathrooms now-” The man doesn’t look convinced, but doesn’t say anything. 
“WHAT?!” You crane your neck her way, giving a death glare. Surprisingly, she cowers down. 
‘Y-yeah…Bye.” She walks back behind the sheer curtains that blocked off the customer section from employees only. 
There had been silence for a second, before he had cleared his throat. “Maybe I should come back another day..” He starts to make his way to the exit. 
‘No, sir! I’m so sorry for her behavior.” You follow, trying to stop the man. You’d felt really bad after the introductions, you had to make it up to him somehow. 
“It’s okay young lady..I’ll just come back later. I need to clean up apparently..” His voice sounds very saddened.
‘Please sir, she didn’t mean it. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, I promise. I feel terrible for her behavior. I’ll make sure to properly set her straight later..” That last part you had mumbled, hoping to keep it to yourself. He’d heard. He meets your eyes, your hand unconsciously wrapped around his forearm. He felt built..
He thinks for a second, and nods. “No, she’s right. I probably do smell..” He sadly chuckles, keeping the gaze you have between you two. 
“Please… Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” He stops. A nervous energy settles into the store. Wrapping around you the most, like a possible poisonous snake. 
After a few seconds, he shakes his head, continuing to walk out. 
You felt terrible. How could Sandra not even treat this man with at least a little respect!??! You’re pissed now. Not only had she lost a customer, disrespected him, she just dragged the whole store’s reputation. She practically treated him like a pile of dirt. 
By this time, you’re furious. 
You make your way to the back of the store, seeing Sandra scrolling Tik Tok using your computer. What. The. Fuck. No, you’ve had it. You stand in front of the desk, slamming the device shut. “Hey! What gives!?” 
“What gives!? Your behavior, Sandra!” She stands, pushing her chair out from up under her. The piece of metal making a huge screeching sound across the concrete floors. 
“It was unacceptable! First, I tell you to start on the plastic ties for Miss Calthy’s dress form, you ignore me. Second, you just disrespected a customer, no, A HUMAN BEING just because you can’t learn how to SHUT IT.”
She looks shocked from your sudden burst of emotions. 
“I don’t care if you came from fucking LOUIS VITTON. That’s NOT how you treat someone! Especially the elderly!” Your words pushed her into a corner, tears starting to well in her eyes. You stop, finally taking on a calmer disposition. 
‘Look, I can’t fire you. But, if you don’t clean up your act and start actually working, I’m going to file a listless complaint to Mr.Kim.” Her eyes go cartoon-wide at your words. She falls to the ground, begging on her knees. 
“N-no! Please Y/n, I-I promise I’ll be better! Please don’t tell him!” She weakly crawls over to the broom and dust pan, making quick of her poor job of sweeping. “L-look I-I’m cleaning like you said!” Tears still swelling in her ducts. You fold your arms across your chest, sighing. 
This was pitiful. 
The weaker side of you gets the best “Fine. But you’d better keep your word” She nods uncontrollably, smiling while still crying. “Thank You! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She hugs you tightly. 
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“Interesting..” He pulls away from the tall brick wall, peeling himself from the gum filled plank. He slides his phone back into his eaten-away pocket, a small smile presses his lips. 
“She’ll do wonderfully.”
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Ding
The first time Baek-hyun had introduced you and Sandra both, she had this puppy-like innocence to herself. Well she did hold up to her puppy side. Leaving messes everywhere she went, cups, food, and even snotty tissues across your workspace. A customer had to even come to you, complaining on how she would try taking selfies with the ‘hot’ men who were about to get married.  As the manager, you actually had called your company’s label, asking for a listless complaint sheet. They told you to wait a few days. It’s been almost a year. You’d given up, submitting to the fact that she was now in your everyday life, and that you’ll just have to deal with it. 
The ding of the front door alerted another presence once more. “Sandra, get it, I’m bu-” 
“On it!” She rushed past your focused self, rushing to get the door for the person. Well, she definitely has changed for the better. Let’s hope it stays like this. 
“Welcome to Kim’s secret wor-” You heard her stop the introduction. You sigh.
It might be another ‘not 10’ according to Sandra. you thought. 
“Sandra what’d I tell you about being ni-” You stop. A man dressed in a Chanel dress suit, gold cuffs accentuating the slim wrists he possessed. His waist, cinched perfectly to hug his built figure. He looked.. Wo-
“Ah, there she is.” He makes his way over to your stunned self, meeting to look in your eyes. Sandra had been just as stunned. “Miss..” He glances at your nametag. 
“Miss Y/n.” He gets a taste of your name on his tongue, liking the feeling of it. 
“Can I help you sir?” You ask, trying to maintain your professional demeanor. 
“Actually, I can help you. Can we…” He glances back at Sandra, who’s been making googly eyes at him for the past ten minutes. 
“Talk somewhere private, please?” You didn’t know who this man was. A sales rep? No, he would’ve gone through Mr. Kim. Landlord? No, they would’ve contacted headquarters for that. Loan sharks?!?!
Your mind races with possibilities, which haven't been the best outcomes. 
“Miss Y/n?” He calls again, finally pulling you out of your own head. 
“Y-yes..Uh. In the back, here.” He nods, following your movements while holding a hand up to Sandra,  silently demanding that she does not follow you two.
“Lucky bitch…” She mumbles, while going to grab the broom. 
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You immediately start apologizing, What had you been sorry for though?
“I’m so sorry sir I-” She starts chuckling at your speed. 
‘Sorry? What are you sorry for?” You pause, not really knowing. He smiles, pulling a chair out from up under the metal table that you usually take lunch at, motioning for you to sit. You oblige. 
He takes a seat, starting off. “About the other day-” 
Oh God. The man went to HQ about us!! He’s probably gunna fire me for having an insufficient employee. I knew Sandra would make us go-
“What? No, no. I’m not here to fire you, Y/n.” His words stop your spiraling train of thought. If he’s not here to fire me… then what happened the other day..?
“I’m here to propose a job to you. A task, really.” You nod, your heart starting to slow down. His voice was very soothing and calm. His blonde hair making the whole black-on-black choice, insufferable. He looked good enough to eat.
What?! Stop it, Y/n! You just met him! He might even just want money!!
“So, what do you think?” 
“Wa-..huh? I-I’m sorry..” He chuckles, continuing the proposal. 
“I would like you to be my wife.”
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“Your..what??” You stand up, not believing what he'd just proposed. 
AH! Not proposed, y/n!!
“Not a wife, but a partner. See-” He gently tells you to sit back down, motioning for you to calm down. Once he sees that you’re a little more calm, he starts again.
“You see, our company needs a female representative for the face of ‘allure’. With me being a man, people would assume I’m gay.” He chuckles at the ridiculous thought. 
“But my assistant said the best rep would be someone people could trust. And from what I saw yesterday..”
He leans forward, you finally being able to process the woodsy-vanilla scent cologne he modeled. 
“I saw your beauty from both sides.” His chocolate eyes meet yours, soft spoken and tranquility is the only thing you feel and hear. 
“You wanted to see my face from both sides..?” He laughs at your ridiculous answer. 
“Well, I can obviously see that as of now, but what I meant is that I saw your beauty on both the outside, when we first met, and inside, when you had been so kind to me. Wanting to do anything to make it up to me.” Your brows furrow. Then, it hits you. 
“You..you were the old man..?” He leans back, hand on his chest, playfully acting offended. 
“Did I really look that old?” You shake your head furiously, mentally hitting yourself for insulting the head of your company. “No! No! That’s not what I meant- I’m so sorry-” He laughs, fixing his posture once more. 
“Relax, Y/n. I was only joking. Well, I had only not shaved for a couple days..” his words trail off. 
“That’s not the point. The point is; You’re obviously a beautiful and kind woman, and I'd like to represent my company.” 
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After the whole shock session that had happened only a few hours before, you had politely walked him to the front door. Before you could kindly kick him out -of his own fucking store, idiot- he had smiled, meeting your eyes. 
“I’ll be in touch.”
Pssh. He’ll be in touch. Yeah right. He’ll probably go to the office tomorrow and see a woman ten times prettier than you could ever be. He’ll forget about you in just a few hours. 
That’s what they all do. 
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The office couldn’t look any more luxurious. Monochromatic colors filled the room, along with golden massage chairs for the higher ups, with a …holy shit. 
This office had a mother fucking swimming pool.
Psh. Rich people, you thought. 
Your hands are now shaking even more from the Mcdonald’s one dollar coffee you had sparingly picked up on the way here. Now you’re wishing you would’ve taken that girl’s offer for their coffee. You could probably sell it online or something, Make a few good bu-
“Miss y/n, welcome.” A familiar voice stops your thoughts, now examining his newly pressed suit. It looked like heaven. The hems are perfectly aligned with each other. The suede black textiles hug his frame like a woman putting on her favorite body-con dress. Each stitch obviously being hand-sewn with tiny embroidered details letting every onlooker know that this was their work of art. 
That suit was a seamstress’s dream. 
You lift from the couch, eagerly holding your hand out for a handshake. 
Let’s be honest. It wasn’t a nice gesture from you. You’d actually wanted to feel the stitching on his sleeve. Pathetic you thought. 
“Uh, yes. I did.” He flashes a professional smile, starting to stride alongside you. 
‘Well then, follow me.”
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If the office for employees was crazy, his own was insane. 
A bright golden chandelier hangs from the ceiling. Dress forms of all shapes and sizes align the big window that looks out to the other 100 foot high skyscrapers. Purple accents dance along the edges of his desk, mixing along with an L shaped piece attached. 
Holy. FUCK.
“Holy fucking shit balls!!” His eyes widen at your sudden foul language usage, until he starts laughing at the reason. 
“Is this THE Singer machine that created the most beautiful dresses in the WORLD??!” He chuckles, walking over to meet your fascinated state. 
“You’re a follower of Walter Plukett?” You nod, smiling while silently asking if you could touch the beautiful work of art. He nods, allowing permission for you to fan. 
“Not just Walter Plukkett, but his whole creation sets for Gone With The Wind movie! Along with The Most Dangerous Game! I LOVED these growing up!” Your hands carefully trance along the worn metal, weary to not impose any damage to the old machine. 
“I see. I had picked it up from a random auction one day. Didn’t know it was actually something..” 
“It’s more than just something! This machine was caressed by the hands of the greatest  designer for the film industry!” He leans down, shrugging, seeming unamused. 
‘Looks like any other sewing machine from the 1930s to me.” He walks over to his desk, taking a seat, studying how your face lights up even brighter every time you see a new component to the machine. 
“How can you be a billionaire seamstress but not know the history! That’s like making a movie without knowing who invented the first camera! Which by the way was; Louis Le Prince and  Johann Zahn” He chuckles, leaning back in his chair to study your moves. 
Cute. he thought.
“God, this machine created some of the best dresses for its time.. How can people just throw that history away??” You mumble, still fascinated by the old antique. 
He clears his throat, finally pulling your attention away from it. 
“Y/n? Can we get started now?” You contemplate. Him, or this beauty. 
Wait  y/n.. He pays your rent, dumbass. Obviously you’ve gotta-
“Uh…well..”
IDIOT. HE’LL FIRE YOU FOR THIS.
“That’s alright, take your time. You must really like history as well?” You nod, thanking him for the wonderful opportunity. You start talking, not knowing for sure to whom though. Your thoughts are just being too grand to keep inside. 
He wasn’t complaining at all. Your voice sounded like an angel to him. The way your black pencil skirt wrapped around your protruding hips has the back of his throat drying up, needing to clear his airway, But, he just can’t help it. Your knowledge beyond anyone else’s in the company has him so intrigued. How long have you been studying Walter’s work? What’s your favorite of his? Are you single-
“Alright, I’m ready.” He pulse from his trance, nodding to the papers placed in front of you. 
‘These are the terms and agreements for this… arrangement.” He clears his throat, loosening the tie which had suddenly become very constricting. You glance up through your eyelashes, something that had definitely not gone unnoticed on his end. 
‘And… what is this arrangement exactly?” Lifting the glass to his lips, quenching his thirst. 
‘This is not the time, Namjoon’ He thinks. 
“Just a proposal. Nothing within legality. We won’t actually be married.. not unless you wish to..” That last part he hoped had gone unnoticed by you. 
It wasn’t. 
‘So, I can still date whomever I want?” He pauses. No, he doesn’t want to see another man hanging all over you! Hold hands, kissing you, sleeping in your bed-
‘Yes.” He dryly gets out, before his jealousy gets the best of him. 
“Okay.” You reply, too focused on the documents to make sure there’s no funny business going on. 
Once you’re done, you slide the paperwork back over to his side. He grabs then, knocking them on the table once to straighten them all out neatly. 
“One question;” He nods, closing the drawer of his desk, giving you all ears. 
‘Why me?” 
He stops. Smile, lessening a bit. She’s right. Why her? He had many candidates lined up outside his door for weeks..why her?
“Because you’re my ideal type.” 
WAIT NO- FUCKING IDIOT
His eyes blow up, shaking his head repeatedly. 
“No! I mean you’re the COMPANY’S ideal type! Not Mine! Well I mean you’re very gorgeous- Not that I only look at physical attributes! I admire everything about a woman’s physique- SHIT” You adorable laugh cuts him off. Leaning over, you couldn’t help but laugh at his clumsiness.
“I understand. Thank You for the clarification.” He shyly nods, wanting the whole earth to swallow him whole. 
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“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” You pause the clicking of your heels. “For..?” 
‘We’ve got a branding session tomorrow at 3. I’ll get my assistant to send you the details.” You nod, waving him bye as you make your way out. 
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“Great! Looks amazing, Mrs. Kim! Yes, now to the left- Perfect!” These black heels had been killing your feet for the last 5 hours of shooting. He said a branding session. Not a photo session. Little prick-
“What do you think, Mr.Kim?” The photographer pans the camera screen to Namjoon, a soft nod is confirmation he needs to continue. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she Pierre?” The photographer smiles, continuing to snap photos of you. “One of the best models I’ve worked with. She’s a natural.” That makes you internally blush, not being able to handle all the candy-rotting sweetness. 
Thankfully, the buzzing of Namjoon’s phone stops the session, giving you a break to sit down in a nearby chair. 
A few sips of water later, and he clicks his phone off, signaling you that everything’s okay.
“That was Mr. Arnault” Your eyes blow wide. 
“You mean Bernard Arnault!? The HEAD of Louis Vuitton??” Namjoon nods, sliding his phone to the inner part of his suit. 
“We’re collabing on a piece together this winter, and he asked me personally to showcase it in his next show, but…” His voice treads at the end, softening the more he talks. 
“But..?”
Sighing, he takes a seat next to yours. “I’ll be in Paris that time around. We’re trying to reschedule but he’s really persistent.” You couldn’t believe that your ‘husband’ is so desired by so many luxury companies. 
‘Well…Why not move the showing to Paris. That way, you can be at the show and the meeting at the same time.” His eyes light up, standing quickly. 
“Wonderful idea, y/n! Bernard’s always been a sucker for France anyways. Thank You, love” He kisses your cheek before hurrying off to schedule everything, leaving you with burning cheeks. 
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“Phew…glad for that to be over..” You step out of the ridiculously high heels -remembering to praise models and Bella Poarch for doing that for hours, later- turning the knob on your shower. The warm water feels so soothing to your aching muscles. 
*ring*
“Ugh..come on..” You step out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around your frame. Pulling the door open, you see a familiar face standing in the doorway. This time, he’s sporting just a gray tee and basketball shorts. Still, none the less attractive. 
“Oh.. sorry. Is this a bad time?” He motions to your choice of outfit. 
“Shit! Sorry-” you run quickly, letting him in while going to turn the shower off and putting on a quick choice of clothes. Once you’re decent, you join him in your apartment’s living room. 
“How’d you find this place?” You question, adding along if he wanted something to drink. 
“No thank you, and I had pulled your files from the employees section.” He takes a seat on the couch, observing the room more intensely. 
Of course he could find where you lived. He’s your boss. 
“Oh..right.” You play with the hem of your oversized tee, not knowing what to do with your boss literally standing right in your living room. 
“So.. what are you doing here?” He looks up to meet your gaze, sporting the awkwardness that engulfs you both.
“I’m here to help pack your things.” 
“I’m sorry … what?” For the third time that day, you’re shocked. What does he mean, pack your things!?
“Well, since we’re ‘married’ it would only be right to move in together. And-” He looks around your apartment, an unfamiliar look creeps his expression. 
“I think my place would be the best option.” 
“And you just decided that I wanted to move in with you?” He slumps down, a little hurt by your words. 
“Well I.. thought that you’d..” You interrupt him.
“Yeah, you didn’t think. If you haven’t noticed, I quite like my ‘not best option’ of a place. Sure it doesn’t have an indoor swimming pool or jacuzzi, but it’s my home!” Your anger is starting to peek through. 
“Y/n, please calm down. I was only suggesting, I would never force you to move in with me. I just thought that since you said your lease is almost up, that’d it be the best option.” His voice is still calm and collective, unlike his clammy, sweaty hands. 
“How’d.. How do you know that my lease is almost up?” 
He pulls his phone from his pocket, showing you an app on his home screen. 
“Because I own the building you work in? I have cameras everywhere- not for perverse things though! It’s just so we don’t have any incidents with employees. You know, because some like to..ahem..” He clears his throat, shifting to support his weight on the other leg. 
“Do some certain activities during a shift. It’s just to prevent a lawsuit, that’s all.” 
“Then if it’s just cameras, how’d you listen to what I said?” His face turned a light shade of pink from being caught. 
“Our..cameras also have an option for audio recordings as well. I just happened to be looking for something, and you popped up on screen instead.”
“Huh.” You mentally laugh. He obviously was lying, but you haven't done anything embarrassing at the store, so you let it slide. 
“Give me a few days, okay?” He nods, walking to the front door, making himself leave before he embarasses himself even more. 
“See you then?” He asks, turning to walk out. 
You flash him a sweet smile. “See you then, boss.” 
He chuckles at the given nickname. 
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“Ugh” You groan, tossing to your right side, trying to get some much needed sleep. However, your mind had much better ideas. 
“Aish! Shut it, stupid thoughts!” You yell out, frustrated at your brain’s sudden liking to activity at night. 
How long has it been..?
Too long.
Something in the back of your mind answers your own question. Sighing, you give into the temptations on the promise of actually sleeping tonight. You reach into your nightstand drawer, pulling the small black item from its encased little box discreetly hiding in the back. 
You trail your hand down your torso, silently crying to the sudden pressure applied to your aching clit. 
Yep. Definitely too long.
You cup your hand on your mouth, trying to silence the small whines and cries your body can’t help but release. Images of hot celebrities fill your mind quickly. Ryan Renyolds, Dwayne Johnson, Chris Hemsworth, until your mind drifts to a certain face. You couldn’t really tell who it was, but you decided to use them to indulge in your sultry acts. Imagining riding their cock so deeply, breasts bouncing up and down, making your force on his body ample in roughness. Deep groans emit from his chest, whines bubble up in the back of your throat. Speaking of throat, you switch the image to him pinning you to your bed, one hand around your neck squeezing it firmly. 
“F-fuck..” You moan, legs beginning to shake from the buzzing sensation that’s been applied to your clit. This time, you’re tossing and turning for different reasons. 
His sandy blonde hair hangs above your figure, brushing the top of your forehead as he pounds into you at God's-speed. Him telling you how dirty of a little slut you are; or better yet- begging you to let him cum inside of your pretty pussy, creaming your smooth, velvet-like walls. His own hand, replacing yours that’s been mercilessly abusing your poor clitorus for the past what feels like hours. Probably only around two minutes though.
“Oh- God!” 
“Yeah, you like that baby? My cock splitting this little pussy open so well? Hmm? You wanna cum? Tell me darling, tell me what you want. Look how dirty my girl is, huh? Being so good for daddy. You gonna cum, sweetheart? Come on, show daddy how well you can cream his cock. Gunna fill you up so well, be my own fucking cream filled donut. Hell, maybe if I’m lucky enough, you’d get big and swollen with my children. Huh, you’d like that baby? You wanna have my babies? I bet you do, dirty whore. Gonna get you nice and pregnant. We’re gunna have such beautiful babies, y/n- fuck.” He finally looks up through sweaty brows. The blur of his face now clearing to reveal-
N-namjoon!??!
“HOLY FUCK!” You scream out, not giving a rat’s ass who’d hear. Your breaths now calming down from such an intense high. The toy now feels like pins and needles against you from every stimulation. Quickly turning the vibrating object off, throwing it somewhere on your bed, you lay flat on your sheets. That had to be one of the best orgasms you’ve had in forever. But-
You just came to your boss’s face. 
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“And we’ll be adding a second store right on the corner of 5th and areche.” The dulling sounds of pen against paper, and a man showing graph charts couldn’t be less of a bore. Your legs, swinging from side to side nonchalantly under the table. 
“Sounds good, everyone?” They all nod, no one being opposed to Namjoon’s idea. Once the area is all cleared out, Namjoon starts packing up his briefcase, neatly stacking papers on the inside pouch of the case. 
“You ready to go, y/n?” He asks, glancing over at your dazed state. 
“Uh, what? Oh. Yeah.” You excitedly stand up, packing your things as well. 
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“Looks delicious, thank you.” He kindly thanks the waiter, before taking a sip of his wine. “Everything alright, y/n? You look a little off..” You straighten your posture, nodding to confirm his answer. “I’m okay. Just..” You sigh, letting the silverware in both of your hands, rest on the untouched plate. 
“Just..?” He presses, leaning forward so it doesn’t feel like you must yell it to get his attention. 
‘I just couldn’t sleep last night, that’s all.” He smiles, cutting into his steak. 
“That’s because I wasn’t there, darling” He teases, taking a bite of the juicy meat slice. 
You chuckle at his stupidity, lifting your glass to take a few sips. 
“I’m serious. Like- something wouldn’t let my mind calm down. It felt like I was on a rollercoaster.” He hums, tilting his head to ponder a solution. 
‘Why not try some soothing music?” You shake your head. 
“I’ve already tried. And bird, ocean, and rainforest sounds. I even took 3 melatonin gummies! Nothing would shut this thing up.” 
“Hmm. Maybe it’s stress? Your deadline is coming up soon for your place.” 
You shake your head again. 
“I don’t think that’s it. Besides, I’m planning on moving in with you.” His face lights up, but not with a happy emotion. More so … mysterious. 
He leans in, a hushed voice soon taking over his normally deep and calm one. 
“Maybe.. I’m the reason you’re up all night.” He smirks, continuing to eat more of his food. Your face flushes a light pink tint. Well… he’s not all wrong..
He leans back, resuming his normal happy demeanor. “I’m just joking”
“Oh.. hah.” Is all you can reply with. His eyebrows raise in suspicion. 
“Y/n.. A-” The phone ringing in his suit pocket cuts his sentence off. 
“I’ll be right back” You nod, as he stands to make his way towards a quieter place of the restaurant. 
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“Is that all?” You nod, looking around to your now completely  bare apartment. You hadn’t decided to bring up your restless nights anymore since a few days ago at the restaurant Of course this is all just business. 
“Alright, let’s head out.” You follow suit behind him, stepping into his luxury car. 
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“This is your room” The ‘room’ has been bigger than three of your dinky apartments combined. 
One wall, just filled to the brim with cabinets and wardrobes. The bathroom connected with the room. A huge porcelain tub sits inside the huge glass encased shower; omg it has a rain shower head!
“I know it’s a little small but my apartment’s pretty messy right now. I’ll be clearing out a room for us to coincide with projects in.” You nod, mouth still on the floor from the level of detail everything was in. A huge golden and glass chandelier hangs about the tub, adjacent to the marble-stone countertops, with gold accents trimmed along the edges. So. Much. White. 
“Well..I’ll leave you to it.”
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Once you’d finish unpacking all of your boxes, you glance over to the huge clock that had come from your old apartment. 
2am.
Holy shit- When did it get so late?? You’re probably keeping Namjoon up by making all of this ruckus!
You turn off all the lights, tip-toeing to the kitchen to grab a quick bite. An illuminating light comes from up under another door across from the living room. Didn’t Namjoon say that he’s just across the hall? 
You silently walk over, cracking the door open a bit to take a peek inside.  
There sat Namjoon. White button up shirt -now unbuttoned down by two- paired with the trousers he’d been sporting earlier. Usually style and slicked back hair, now messy and tousled. He had been conversing on the phone with someone in a language you didn’t speak.  
“Bien, merci bien  pour tout ton soutien, Pierre. Oui. Bonsoir” He tosses his phone to the huge king sized bed which had sat in the middle of the room. It’s like the decor came straight out of a piece of art. 
Namjoon goes to sit on the edge of his bed, taking a sip from the circular glass he’d already downed around three times now. He sighs, falling backwards onto the comfy sheets. 
“Are you just going to stand there the rest of the night?”  He asks nonchalantly, taking your aback. 
“I..I’m sorry- I thought you were sleeping..” He chuckles. 
“I never sleep, only rest my eyes.” He says, grabbing another glass, motioning you to come sit down. 
“So. I’m guessing you’ve finished unpacking?” You nod, thankfully taking the glass from him. 
“Thank You..” Silence creeps over like rain upon a flowery meadow. 
Has he always looked this tired? 
You take a few glances around his room, studying all of the different pieces carefully put together. 
“You’ve got really good taste..” You mumble, not expecting him to hear. 
“I should. Put me to shame for being a fashion designer and not having good taste” He jokes, sipping from his glass, before setting it down next to yours. 
“True.. it was a stupid thing to say. Sorry I’m dumb..” He turns to meet your gaze, bringing his hand to gently lift your eyes to meet his. 
“It was not stupid.” Your breaths slowly mix together, a certain type of taste could be relished. 
‘And if you ever call yourself stupid again, I won’t hesitate to tie you to this bed and spank sense into you.” He smirks, taking the glass from your hands, placing it on his side of the seat. 
Your breath catches in your lungs at his choice of wording. Did he really mean it? He wouldn’t actually do that, would he? You’re just one of his employees.. He doesn’t like it like tha-
“Y/n..” His voice softens, trying to coerce you out of your spiraling state much like the first time you met. 
“Y/n, it was just a joke.” He chuckles. 
‘You’ve got to learn how to take a joke '' He smiles, laughing at your flustered face. 
‘That’s mean..” you mumble. He raises his eyebrows. 
‘How?” 
“You don’t just tease someone like that. That’s like saying; I’ll suck your dick-” You cut yourself off from embarrassment
Too late. 
Your eyes catch his, seeing a new look glinting behind them. 
“Well, I never said I wouldn’t follow through with it..” His voice changes to a hushed whisper tone, making the room even more sultry than it had previously been. 
“Me neither..” You admit, scooting closer to his side, laying a hand onto his thigh. 
You’d never been this brave before. With anyone. But… something about Namjoon had made you want him to submit to you. 
Both sets of eyes not daring to break the spell you’d both casted on each other. Lust, growing impatient with every ticking second. His pants tightening against the fabric of his trousers, indicating his arousal even more. 
“Y/n.. we should..” You press your lips to his, quieting his attempts to reject the tension. He immediately tenses under your touch, hands leaving a fiery blazing trail wherever your hands could grasp onto. Lips crashing into one another like waves upon a seaside shore. Both, fighting for dominance. 
His hand travels up the back of your graphic tee, resting the palm of his hands against the dips of your hips. Ever so slightly squeezing bits and pieces of your skin along the way. Your hips dig impatiently into the fronts of his trousers, His own, meeting you in unison. 
“N-namjoon..” You wantonly moan against the flushed flesh of his mouth, his own desire returning the sound. 
His hands dip even lower, reaching into the front of your underwear, rubbing gent;e circles against the throbbing bud. The other, coming to clasp around your breast, messaging the soft, plush flesh, tweaking your nipple between his thumb and index. His motions earn louder sounds from your side. His lips trail down your neck, sucking deep marks into the fleshy bit, before sliding your shirt over your frame. 
“No bra?” He pants, examining your physique. 
You shake your head. “I was about to go to bed..” He chuckles, resuming his motions, this time, lips meeting the protruding bud of your breast, taking it between his teeth. 
“O-oh shittt” You throw your head back, an old friendly feeling coming back into your core. 
“You like that?” Shit. His voice sounded exactly how you’d imagined that night.
Your hips rock gently against his, increasingly harder by each passing minute. Your entire breast almost soaked from his tongue. 
‘F-fuck..Just like that.” His hips grind against your own, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass through your thin sweatpants. 
“Off.” His deep voice commands, flipping you onto your back. He makes quick work of the belt tucked loosely around his hips. He lifts your wrists to hug the metal Xs on his headboard. 
“Are you okay with this?” You crane your neck upwards, checking out his neat work on your wrists. Now, being belted to his headboard. 
“Mhm.” He slaps the outside of your thigh. 
‘Imma need words for this, baby” You smirk, teasing the bulge of his trousers with your knee. 
‘Yes daddy.” 
He smirks, tightening the belt around your wrist. 
“Good girl.”
Hooking his fingers around the thin materials, he easily removes both your sweatpants and underwear in one fine swoop. The cold air brushing against your core has your thighs clenching. 
“The first time I walked in the store..” He tells, while lowering his face to kiss just above your public bone. Moving lower with each soft kiss to your skin. 
“I wanted to taste this pussy for so long, baby” He mumbles, yanking your hips down to meet his eyes. 
“To know how you taste.” He slides the tip of his finger past your folds, a slight squelching sound fills the silence. 
‘To know how it feels when you’re wrapped around me” You moan, his thumb coming up to toy with your throbbing bud. Soft circles rubbed against the aching muscle. 
“God, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already wet. Tell me darling” He grabs hold of your panties, opening your mouth forcefully to shove them inside. The sensation is new, nonetheless even more of a turn on. 
``You a virgin baby?” You shake your head. 
“Naughty baby” He licks a slow stripe up your core, making you moan against the slightly wet material that had been so forcefully shoved in your mouth. 
“How dare you let another man inside this sweet pussy.” His voice is deep, a growl threatening to escape if he doesn’t get satiated soon. 
“Looks like I’m going to have to punish you, kitten.” 
His tongue immediately dives deep past your folds, the strong muscle making circles along the inside of your slick walls. You throw your head back against the headboard, not caring if you had accidentally hit it. The pleasure was far more overpowering than the paint you’d felt. 
His thumb trails up to draw figure eights against your bud, moans slipping from the crack of the cotton material shoved down your throat. 
You were so close. Practically being able to taste your release. His thumb, tongue and fingers were more than enough to juice you of all your worth. Your legs wrapped around his head so tightly, you might think you’d accidentally pop his head like a pimple. But, he stays put, using both of his strong arms to push your thighs apart. A string of saliva and your juices hangs from his swollen lips. 
“As much as I’d like to die by these thighs right now, you still haven’t received your punishment.” His smirk is dark and hell-iously tempting.  This man was the epitome of ‘sin’. 
You wanted to do anything. Touch anything just to cum. But alas, your hands were tied. Literally. 
“Cum on my tongue baby girl. I know you want to. You can do it, come on” His words of encouragement are all you need to send you over the edge. Like a rollercoaster about to drop down the hugely inclined rails. But-
His smirk is one only the devil portrays well enough. Dark, lustful eyes meet you halfway. You scream out of frustration, wanting nothing more than to come on his tongue like he said. 
“Sorry darling. That was for sleeping with other men besides me.” You almost have tears in your eyes at his words. 
‘And this,” He unties your wrists. Before you could jump him, he flips you around once more, bending you over his knee. 
“Is for teasing me this whole fucking time.” One firm slap is applied to your bare ass. You yelp in shock -and pleasure- from the impact. 
“nnmmjoon!” He continues to spank your ass, hard. Every smack though, earns you a soft bottom rub while he whispers to you;
“That’s my good girl. Taking your punishment so well,”
Smack.
“It’s alright, love. I’ve got you. It’s almost over.”
Smack. 
“You’re liking this, huh? Getting spanked by daddy so hard. I bet you could cum just by this.” 
Smack. 
“You’re doing so well, baby.  Being so good for daddy. Can’t wait to fill you up after this.”
Smack. 
“You dirty little slut. I’m gunna fuck you so hard you’ll forget every man’s name you’ve ever met. Only having my name in your mouth, got it?” 
You can only lay still and take it like his; good, dirty slut..
You’re confused, horny, on the verge of crying, and you just want his dick now. Once you feel the final ass rub, he carefully leans you up, helping you slowly lay back down on the bed. His kisses trail all the way down your chest, hot puffs of air rests before a chilling cool air mixes them both. 
“You did so well, baby. Such a good girl for daddy. Do you want your reward now?” He questions, but you’re too exhausted to answer. His voice, now a lot more soothing and calm, questions. 
“Do you wanna go to sleep now?” You immediately sit up. 
“NO! Pl-Please!” He looks up at you through glassy eyes. Somehow, you both are modeling the same dirty look in each other’s eyes. 
“What do you want me to do, love? I need words, honey” 
“F-fuck me! Please!” He nods, quickly stripping himself of the boxers he’d been wearing.He reaches over to his nightstand drawer, opens a square packet to slide it over his cock. 
 Before you could finish your sentence, he slides his cock in between your folds, already throbbing from how tightly your cunt is wrapped around his cock. 
“F-fucking s-shit, y/n- You’re so tight, baby” After a few pauses, his thrust began to commence, sending you both into a loud stream of moans and groans, while skin slapping together mix in harmony. You tightly wrap your legs around his waist, not losing a second to begin to match his pace. 
‘S-shit y/n.. Y-you’re gonna be the death of me” He chuckles, never missing a beat. Your hands finding the beginnings of his roots, fisting around them for support. Switching back and forth between scratching the living hell out of his shoulders and back, and almost ripping his hair out from such force. 
“Fuck baby!”  His lips came to catch yours, a heated makeout sesh was just what the doctor ordered for the cream filled pastry to be made. His switch positions, throwing you on top of his own body, making you ride him the rest of the way. 
‘Fucking cum with me, baby” his hips thrust up to match your own pace, set to accord. 
“F- ComING!-” Your breaths are now slowly coming to a controlled pattern. His sweat drips from his forehead onto your cheeks. His body lays limp on top of your own. His backside now has bruises in straight lines. Once he’s gained a little energy, he leans up to trail sloppy open mouthed kisses along your neck. The intimate act is not going unnoticed. 
Before long, his back bedroom door swings open. A woman standing around 5’9 stalks the frame. Black bags and sunglasses sport her look. 
“What the fuck Namjoon!!”
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—summary: you longed for the same things as he— and as your worlds went up in smoke, and ash burned in your souls, you craved the love and emotion, the kiss and the devotion.
—pairing: namjoon x gn!reader
—word count: 2.5k
—genre: ANGST
—au: cafe au, s2f2l2s, philosophical
—rating: 18+ (see warnings + note)
—warnings: fire and a burning building, brief making out, feelings of loss, characters are slightly suicidal, cynicism, heartbreak, intense sadness, figurative use of disease/poison, death (as a concept, no characters die)
—note: there’s one scene that i tried to keep it as brief as possible, and i still think u should definitely not read if any of the above trigger you, even a little. i was pretty philosophical w this one which is why there are so many warnings 😅
—collab: this is inspired by people watching by conan gray, and part of the “superache summer” collab with @sunshinejunghoseokie and @pjmsdior ! thank u cam for the lovely banner once again!
—masterlist
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Love is a disease of the brain: it slinks up the spine and sets every nerve alight, it messes the conscience till it goes into overdrive. There is no limits when it comes to love, and it often ends in tragedy one way or another. Because that’s what a disease is; love is simply an unhappy ending glamourized as a peaceful one.
That’s why you were there, The Heartbreak Cafe, a spot for the broken-hearted. People usually brushed singles off to the side, or they looked at them with pity. After all, it seemed as though being loveless was the worst place of all in this world.
And searching for love was an arduous affair. There was no end to pursuing dis-ease. In fact, it was a disease in itself to try and catch something that, once you had in your grasp, would only poison you.
But it was an intoxicating poison, and with it came a rich experience you’ve only ever had a taste of. You wanted that fervour of loving someone to drive you mad with passion and desire, to make every touch feel breathy and ethereal.
But there was none of that. Because love wasn’t like that.
And the only fool who was silly enough to hate their salvation was you. That was why you were there, in the Cozy Cafe, a quaint cafe across the street from the dilapidated one you frequented.
It was too bright—there were too many happy couples surrounding you, with unbearable giggles and frustrating displays of affection that made you feel sick to the heart.
“One iced caramel macchiato and a butter croissant,” you ordered when the barista came around. Paying your dues, you were engulfed in your misery so deeply that you intentionally kept your awareness away from your surroundings.
“Just drizzle caramel into the cup before pouring in the milk,” the barista instructed to her trainee—and oh…
“Okay, I got it,” he replied, and you were stunned when his eyes locked on yours. “Iced caramel macchiato for Y/n?”
You nodded gratefully, standing up to receive your order. A few moments later, your croissant came, and you headed off, mind still admiring the barista’s beauty.
Perhaps now you had an incentive to go back to being heartbroken.
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“Iced caramel macchiato with a butter croissant?” A voice asked as you wandered in, fifth morning in a row. “I remember you,” he said with a bright smile.
“You bet,” you replied, smiling at him as well. “I need my morning caffeine before I start my work day.”
“Oh, what do you do?” He asked curiously as he handed you your receipt.
“Well, I’m not entirely sure what my title is yet, but I work with plants,” you lied, sitting in your usual seat by the counter. “Spring is always a crazy time.”
He nodded, “That’s so cool though. You must really love what you do.”
You grimaced, “I do, but it’s not what I really wanted to do.”
You thought he was going to ask what that was, but he didn’t. When he handed you your coffee and croissant, he tended to another customer, but his attentive eyes stayed on you, up until you walked out the door.
You thought about him more that evening, his sparkling eyes pooling warmth in your heart and soaking your brain with happiness. Already, the stirrings of your disease were presenting themselves to you, eager to destroy.
The more you knew him, the more dangerous it became. What started as behind-the-counter chitchat, evolved to a blooming friendship, where you often spent time together at the cafe, or at art museums on his off days.
When seasons changed, and you started ordering hot coffees, it was as though everything had changed with them. You had a thick blanket of camaraderie swathed atop you both, bringing you closer and closer together. But how close was too close? How much farther could you go before you breached the precarious border between friends and… something more fierce and terrifying?
You craved it with him. You craved to kiss those cherry lips of his and to feel that love disease in your veins, in your heart, in your everything.
And maybe it was because you were lonely, but you liked him, wanted him, needed him. It was as though he composed the foundations of this earth.
Maybe you should have been more careful, falling for someone such as him. But the lure of danger was tempting—much too tempting for your mortal heart to bear.
But love hurt, right? Love was poison. Was it worth the risk? Was he worth it? Your heart broke at your own hesitation, a firm reminder of the cynicism that was now engraved unto your soul. A lot of people despised that about you— but Namjoon enjoyed your individual philosophy, so perhaps he’d take that more kindly than all of the others you’d liked before him.
Thinking about him made it worse, and when your hands found the stem of the flower, you couldn’t help but wince at the snap of the stem, cringe at the crumpling petals in your hand, and shudder at the damage you had inflicted upon it.
It reminded you of the bleak reality that everything you loved would one day be destroyed. Whether it was a person, a thing, a pet… everything fell apart eventually. Houses decomposed, pets perished, humans left. There was no such thing as permanence in this world. It was simply a construct, intangible and rooted in the imagination.
Love was a diseased flower. There was only so long its beauty would last before it revealed its ugliness to you, before it brought with it swift grimness, followed by decomposing and grotesque sights that reeked of its own misery. Love lived to enforce nature’s vows of balance, to bring youth into the world, whilst swiftly eradicating the old till only the fresh remained. And you were withering away—the next on its kill list.
You held the broken flower in your hands, and for once in your life you were in awe of how beautiful something broken was. The broken stem and the withered petals were priceless in their death, they were the epitome of your fervour, a byproduct of your passion, a victim of one’s aggression.
Something in your hand was broken by love, withered by passion, devastated by aggression… and yet, why was it that it was still so beautiful? Why was it that everything beautiful in the world was always so broken?
Spread upon your table was a pile of broken things—a broken stem, a broken petal, a broken flower. And the more you stared the more you realized that you were that table, you were that flower… you were an amalgamation of so many beautiful, broken parts.
So when the thoughts of him subsided, you were back to being who you were—whole and complete in your brokenness, a unified persona of everything that had ever been broken within you.
And you relished in it, knowing that once you were broken, you were stronger, tougher, and unpredictable. Nobody would ever understand a person who harmonized with their brokenness in the way in which you were doing so. Nobody understood the debilitating madness that descended upon you when you understood the finality of being a broken thing.
And Namjoon was no different. He would never see you as anything more than what you were: beautifully broken and breaking at the seams.
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For a time, your life became so bleak that you found yourself dreading the weekends, eager to see Namjoon and then promptly throw yourself into your work to avoid facing the reality of your terrible life.
It was easier to avoid everything than to face the fact that everything—your misery, your negative mindset, and misfortune—was all because you didn’t want to escape the thick veil of cynicism you conditioned yourself to follow.
So when you sat down, waiting for your order, you watched him from afar, placing the croissant in the oven to warm it up, before making eye contact with you.
You held his gaze for a little while, until another customer rang the bell—another regular who you’d seen around. When he turned away, you looked away, trying not to think about it.
For a few moments, you remembered every moment you spent together. From that time you two watched a philosophical comedy at the theatre, to the casual outings you spent together, you never recalled a time you didn’t feel joy with him.
You never knew whether or not he felt the same as you, but a part of you wished you did. Because maybe he could’ve been more than a stranger.
But you didn’t know, and you never would.
As the smoke began clouding the air, and the alarm started blaring, and the water started spraying, you cried—cried as the smoke burned your eyes, cried as you were engulfed with the knowledge you meant nothing to him.  You were just an acquaintance.
“Y/n, we need to get out of here, now! The fire is—” Namjoon said quickly, ushering you out of your seat.
“Namjoon,” you said, and for a second you didn’t know what came over you, but you held his wrist gently. Orange painted shadows across the room. “Namjoon—“
“Can I kiss you?” You asked, and as the smoke filled your hearts and he nodded his consent, you brazenly kissed one another, hands wandering and bodies cradling one another before you parted, as flames wrapped along the walls.
You didn’t care about the fact that you were in a burning building. What mattered was that you heart was already burnt, singed like the walls and fluttering away like smoke.
It didn’t matter anymore, as long as you had this one moment.
You ran, pulling him along, and escaping out the door—sanity finally returning to you, adrenaline pumping bouts of energy into your empty heart.
By the time you reached safety—he was gone.
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You always knew you were destined for heartbreak. When things got too good and you tried for something more fulfilling, when a piece of you yearned to try—you always ended up in the same place.
Sitting in the abandoned Heartbreak Cafe, your eyes tracked the remnants of the previous cafe you frequented.
And hell, it wasn’t just the croissants that had you coming back, that made that place feel cozy like a home. It was him, and with his absence… it was like nothing ever existed. He put life into the place.
You knew he was clumsy and that was why he forgot the croissant in the oven till it burned.
But it was because of you too.
You never understood what was going on in that beautiful mind of his—and you were also equally surprised at your own heart, your own feelings.
Because you were numb, always numb. You didn’t feel anything unless it was a disease. So why was it that you felt something so beautiful when you were with him? What was that beautiful, whole feeling that you felt?
Because you were broken, so very broken. Why was it so refreshing to want the something that was so bad for you?
You didn’t want to remember him, but as you stared at the remnants of what used to be yours… you were fraught with the knowledge that you lost it all.
You lost everything, and while you watched happy families stop and stare at the carnage, as you watched happy couples laugh in the park and married elderly who still held hands after thirty years… you felt more alone than ever before.
Immersed in your thoughts, you unconsciously traced frowning faces in the dust collected on the tabletops, startling as you heard a chair screech beside you.
Looking up, your expression turned watery as you looked away from the newcomer, training your eyes in front of you.
“Quite a view isn’t it?”
You nodded, “Yeah. A lot was lost there.”
He nodded before sinking into the chair next to you, “I don’t ever recall seeing you in here before.”
“I used to come here a lot,” you said, not looking at him because it hurt. It hurt to be treated like a stranger after everything you had done together, after every moment you shared.
“Ever since Cozy closed, I’ve been coming here too,” he said, but his voice was cold, lacking depth. “I’m Namjoon.”
“Y/n,” you said, and before you knew what you were doing, you stood up and grabbed your things. “It was nice meeting you.”
He grimaced, closing his eyes before ducking his head, “Why did you kiss me?”
You shook your head, shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know. I felt something then—something that left when you did.”
He nodded, “I wish we could have had what others have.”
You laughed but it didn’t even feel real, “I don’t. I don’t because when I did it always ended just like this.” You brushed a tear from your eye, “I’ve always wanted to feel all that love and emotion, but—“
Your fingers shook as you held the doorknob, the creaking door hanging crookedly in the frame. You took a shuddering breath, before looking at him one last time, “I fell for you without caution, and I guess it was good in a way, because for now, I’ll just keep people-watching.”
You stepped out the door and turned looked back at him one more time, “It’s safer, less harmful, than if someone like me ever tries to love again.”
“Y/n—“ he said, standing up and walking towards you.
“Don’t,” you replied, holding up a hand. “Just don’t. Please.”
He stopped, looking stricken for a moment before hanging his head, “I’m sorry.”
He walked towards you again, “We don’t know each other. We will never know each other again, so let me tell you this one thing,” he swallowed, before continuing, “please don’t remember me. Please let me go and enjoy your life, don’t stop trying. Don’t let me be the one who ruined it all for you. Please.”
You hesitated, and before you knew it, he was right in front of you, “Y/n, please.”
Finally, you nodded, “I promise. M-maybe one day we’ll meet again.”
And with a watery smile, you left.
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Namjoon being 🌟NAMTHICC🌟
Thicc titties or Namtitties:
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Thicc thighs
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Thicc Brain
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Thicc Height?
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Thicc Dimples
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But most importantly,
He's got the THICCEST HEART💜🥺
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@dollystuartwrites The Alpha Alpha story was the 2nd WEREWOLF AU story I read & I LOVE IT!!! I may be here for a while
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bteezxyewriter12 · 6 months
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Enough is Enough
Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader
Word count- 4.6k
Includes- Namjoon is jealous, unrequited love, public sex, cock riding, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff
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J POV
I look up at the stage watching my best friend rap his part in BTS' new song
Namjoon asked me to come to their comeback but this time I wanted to be in the crowd for their performance
I'm always backstage and very rarely I get to experience the whole concert performance vibe every ARMY says is amazing
He argued with me but I put my foot down and he finally relented as long as I had a bodyguard with me and stayed in the front where he could watch me
As if he could do anything if anything did go down
I know he's worried about my safety but it's fine
No one except the staff knows me
In the crowd I'm just another ARMY
I've never been in any photos with Namjoon, nor any of the members, that have been released, so I'm good
I sing along with the song, jumping up and down, yelling his name like a fan girl
Because well I am
"Namjoon!", I scream
He glances at me yelling and rolls his eyes, a small smile forming on his face
Yeah he likes the attention
He'll never admit it but he likes it
If only he knew I'd give him all my attention anytime he wanted it
But I'm not going there again
One humiliation during high school was enough
He found out about my feelings, never said anything or talked to me about it then got a girlfriend a week later
If that doesn't scream friendzone then I don't know what will
Unrequited love sucks but at least he's still my best friend
The song draws to a close and they run off stage
But I know it's just for a wardrobe change
They have another song to perform
As I wait with the rest of the ARMYS, I send Namjoon a quick text
"You were great Joonie! Can't wait for the next song!"
I'm not expecting him to answer back because, hello he's changing and he has to get all the equipment back on really fast
So I'm surprised when my phone rings
It's just a smiley face with the cheeks pink ☺️ but still, he answered
I didn't even know he had his phone close by
I figured he'd read the text after the second performance when we're all back in the viewing room and I'd make fun of him
Like normal
Well, whatever
It's not a big deal
After a few minutes, BTS comes back on stage and gets into their positions for the next song
One of my favorites
Run BTS
Namjoon is dressed all in black, his black hair falling in his face and my heart beats faster
God, he's so hot
'Stop', I scold myself, 'Just pay attention to the song'
Shoving all unwanted through about Namjoon away, I focus on the guys as the music starts
Jungkook starts it and all of us in the crowd sing along with a majority of the girls around me just screaming for him
Each one of these girls would kill me if they knew he's my dorky friend
I gotta admit he looks so cool on stage
They all do and it's hilarious how much of a bunch of total dorks they all are in real life
Jungkook comes back to the center to sing the chorus and just for fun I scream, "Jungkook!" along with the girls, jumping and waving at him as if I don't know him
Being in the crowd is fun
"Jungkook!", I yell again
Namjoon's head immediately turns to me as I scream Jungkook's name again, his jaw clenched and he actually looks pissed off
I have no clue what that's about
I yell his name too
The chorus ends and Yoongi is up next with Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook moving to my side of the stage to wait for their cues to go back
"Yoongi!", I scream, waving my hands and jumping while he raps
Namjoon is up next
When I glance at him, he's standing with his arms crossed, a scowl on his face, his eyes on me
Ok what the hell?
Did I do something wrong?
Jungkook nudges him and his demeanor immediately changes as he gets into place for his part
He raps and I yell his name like I did for the other guys but he doesn't look over at me again
I push away the bad feeling I'm having and enjoy the rest of the song, singing along
Namjoon stands on a built part of the stage, doing his part as the song winds down
It ends with him in the middle, giving a sexy smoldering stare, the guys surrounding him
I clap and cheer with the crowd as they guys wave at us then one by one head backstage
"C'mon", the bodyguard says lowly and starts heading for a door near the back of the room
I slip out of the crowd, eager fans taking my space immediately as they wait for the next group to perform
As I follow the guard, I hope everything is ok with Namjoon
I don't know what I did to upset him but I don't want him to be mad
He should be happy after performing, feeling like he did a good job
Which he did and I'll remind him of that
The bodyguard opens the door to the viewing room and I step in
I immediately see Namjoon across the room, pacing back and forth
What is wrong with him?
"Hey Jo!", Jungkook smiles, waving at me
"Hi Kookie", I greet, smiling at him
Namjoon's head snaps up, his eyes on mine, a hard look on his face and I'm not gonna lie, I'm intimidated
He strides over to me and I'm worried about the confrontation that's about to happen
I steel myself as he gets closer
"Enough is enough", he growls
I'm expecting a shit storm so color me surprised when as soon as he gets to me, his hand moves to the back of my neck and he pulls me towards him, his lips crashing into mine
It takes me a second to register what's happening
'He's kissing you', my brain screams, 'Namjoon is kissing you'
Once that sinks in, I don't even question anything and immediately kiss him back
His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against him, his tongue licking my lip
As soon as I open my mouth, his tongue is against mine, playing and we both let out the most embarrassing moans
"Yeah I'm out", Jungkook says
"I'm coming too", Jimin chimes in
I hear the guys footsteps as they pass us but I can't do anything but kiss Namjoon
He's completely taken over me
"Lock the door Hobi", Yoongi tell him
Lock the door?
Why?
I hear the door closed and I assume it's just me and Namjoon left here
As soon as the door closes, Namjoon's hands are on my thighs, lifting me up
I wrap my legs around him, my arms moving around his neck
He walks over to the couch, sitting down on it, his lips never leaving mine
I don't know what's got into him but I'm not questioning it
His hands move to my back, his fingers unzipping my dress
Holy shit
What the fuck is happening?
I, however, don't stop a damn thing he's doing and actually help him by moving my arms through the dress sleeves
He separates from my mouth for the second it takes to get the dress off me, then he's right back to kissing me
And I'm aware I'm just in my
underwear and bra
Well if I'm gonna be undressed, so is he
I push the jacket he's wearing back and down his arms, him moving to help me get it off him
I kiss him, my tongue in his mouth as I shove his black t-shirt up, touching his hard muscles of his abs and broad chest
He's so fucking big, it's such a turn on
I keep tugging his shirt but his arms stay locked around me, kissing me desperately, like he's never going to again
Which I really don't know if he is
"Joonie", I whine, pressing kisses to his lips, "Off"
He moves his arms through the sleeves, then pulls away only long enough for me to get the shirt over his head, then again, mouth right against mine
His hands move to my back, slowly sliding up, his fingers leaving fire racing across every piece of skin he touches
He gets to my bra, undoing it like a pro and tossing it away
Of course his hands immediately cup my boobs, squeezing softly, his thumbs running over my nipples and making me even wetter than I am already
He breaks away from my lips only to attach his mouth to my nipple, sucking harshly
"Namjoon", I moan, pleasure hitting me
My hips move on their own, rubbing against his....holy shit....his hard on
He's hard?
Because of me?
I can't believe it
He switches nipples, his free hand slipping right into my panties, fingers running along my pussy
"Fuck", he groans against my nipple, "So wet"
Of course I am
The man I always wanted is kissing me, groping me, sucking on my nipple and touching my cunt
Of course I'm soaked
And I need more, I realize
I need him
This...while it's great, isn't cutting it
Grabbing his hand, I pull it out of my underwear and he actually whines, making my head spin with shock
Getting it together, I quickly undo his belt, getting his pants open
He crashes his lips back against mine, kissing me as he lifts himself up pulling his pants and boxers down, then moves his legs to get his sneakers and the rest of his bottom clothes off
Then he pulls me down on him, right against his hard dick
Goddamn, he feels so fucking big
His hands move to my panties, a tearing sound filling the room
The next thing I know my panties are gone and I'm sitting on his hard dick
Oh my god, this is really happening
"Sit on my cock", he murmurs against my lips, "Please baby. I've been dying to feel you around me baby"
His words are making my brain stutter
He's been dying to feel me on him?
Since when?
"Please", he begs and fuck me that's so hot
Lifting myself up, I reach between us and hold his cock up
Jesus, it feels massive and fucking thick
His hands grip my hips as I sink down on him, getting his head in
He breaks the kiss, his head falling back against the couch, moaning so loudly
"More baby. More"
I slowly push down, his thick cock spreading me wide open
Seriously, I've never had a dick open my pussy this much
Just feeling him slip inside, rubbing everywhere is insane
"Fuck", I whisper, shivers running up my back, the pleasure intense, just from getting him in
"All of me baby. Please. Take me all"
Oh I definitely will
I push down more until I'm finally sitting against his legs, his cock so deep inside
I clench him hard, making him moan, feeling how he's perfectly against every spot inside me
His eyes open, his head lifting to look at me
"You feel so fucking good", he groans, his hands squeezing my hips hard, "Fuck, so tight. Choking my cock"
I nod, "So big Joonie. Feels really good"
"Good baby. Wanna be good for you"
"You are", I assure him
He smiles, then pulls me to him, kissing me
We kiss for a few minutes, just feeling each other, getting used to each other
I can't help but clench on him so tightly
It's like my pussy has a mind of it's own, throbbing around him
He's hard as a rock and I can feel every part of his cock inside me
"Ride me", he murmurs against my lips
Not a problem
Keeping my arms around his neck, my lips on his, I slide up his cock to his head
Shit, his dick is long and so fucking fat
Dropping down his shaft, I take him all in, his cock spreading my hole so wide, my pussy full of him
"Oh my fucking god", he groans, his hands gripping my hips hard
Slipping up and down his cock, I bounce on him fast and hard, absolutely loving the way his cock feels, how hard he is, how massive he is
And the pleasure is so fucking incredible, it's insane
"Yes baby girl", he moans, his eyes watching me ride him, "Fuck you're so fucking beautiful baby. Riding my cock so fucking well. You feel so good baby"
"Joonie", I whimper as I fuck him, lifting his face to mine and kissing him wildly
His kiss matches my fervor, his hands moving to my ass, squeezing and helping me jump up and down his dick
I'm so fucking wet, it's insane, his fat head hitting my spot again and again
I never felt this much pleasure before
Of course it's him
I knew it was him
"God you're so wet", he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my neck, "It's all for me?"
"Yeah Joonie", I confirm, getting closer with each move, my cunt squeezing the life from his cock
"Fuck, you're getting so tight. Feels so good opening you up", he groans, "Gonna cum for me?"
I nod, sliding my hands into his sweaty black hair, holding on
"Scream my name baby"
I bounce a few more times, his cock sending me right into my orgasm
Pure bliss explodes in body, my body shaking hard, screaming his name
"Namjoon! Namjoon!"
"Yes, fuck", he growls, moving me up and down his cock, fucking me through my orgasm, "Yell for me baby"
I do, his name just falling from my lips so naturally
"That's right baby. Scream my name. No one else's. Not Jungkook or Yoongi or anyone. You scream only my name", he growls, "Got it?"
"Yes", I nod, it registering through the pleasure that he was jealous when I yelled his members names
That's why he was so upset on stage
He was jealous
That is shocking in itself and hard to wrap my head around
As the pleasure fades, I sit fully down on his cock, grinding on him, breathing hard
God that was fucking amazing
The next thing I know, Namjoon turns, laying me on my back, pulling out and making me whine from the loss of him
He, however, spreads my legs wide open, his tongue licking me like crazy
"Oh god", I moan, intense bliss running all over
"Fuck, tastes so good", he groans, his tongue sliding on my slit, inbetween my pussy lips, "Such sweet cream baby. I knew you'd taste this good. I knew it"
Well I had no idea
But he seems to be enjoying it
I lift my head to watch him and fuck he looks so good in-between my legs
Really enjoying it
And so am I
The top of his tongue flicks my clit and I moan from the spike in pleasure
"More Joonie"
"Here baby?", he asks, running his tongue along my clit, starting with the flat of his tongue along to the tip
"Yes Joonie! There!", I cry, burying my hand in his hair
His arms wrap around my legs, keeping them open, lavishing my clit in licks
"Such a cute clit baby. So small. Throbbing so hard for me", he comments as he pleasures me, "Such a pretty pussy"
I moan from his words, again not believing it's fucking Namjoon saying this to me
His tongue slips down, pushing into my hole
I gasp, immediately clenching around his tongue as he slides in as much as he can
"Mmmm", he groans, pulling his tongue out, then shoving it back in, tongue fucking me fast
My hips move on their own from the pleasure, from the desire to cum, fucking his face
God, I want to cum on his face
I dreamed of seeing him in between my legs for so long, eating my pussy as wildly as he is right now, for so long
I'm finally getting it and I'm not tearing my eyes from him
His tongue pulls out, sliding up, his mouth latching around my clit
He sucks once, gently, stars blasting in my vision from how amazing it feels
He sucks again
And again
And again
And with each suck, he goes faster, harder, playing and tugging, his tongue against my bump at the same time
My hips keep moving, my orgasm mounting, his name falling from my lips over and over
My back arches at his next suck, falling into an intense orgasm, my legs shaking around his head
"Namjoon! Oh, Namjoon! Baby!", I cry, pleasure washing over me, his mouth sucking me through it as I grind my pussy on his face
He moans too, as if he's the one orgasming, his tongue licking rapidly around my hole, swallowing my cum, his hands squeezing my thighs so hard
"Fucking good baby", he groans in between licks, cleaning my pussy
He pulls away when I finish, looking up at me, his face soaked in my cream
"I love eating your pussy baby", he says seriously
Oh my fucking god
"I...I.. loved it too", I admit
He smiles as he sits up, wiping his mouth, then pulling me closer to him by my legs
"Need to fuck you", he says, positioning his cock right at my hole
"Yes Joonie", I nod, wanting him so much
I don't know if this will happen again and I'm letting him do whatever he wants
His eyes move to my pussy as his cock enters me
"God you're pussy is so pretty", he murmurs, pushing inside, splitting me open so pleasurably, "Taking my cock so well. Fuck, that little hole is so pretty spreading for me"
He slides all in, his body shaking as his cock nestles inside me, head against my spot
"Fuck baby, your pussy looks so pretty wrapped around my cock", he says, mesmerized
He pulls back, then thrusts in hard, making me moan, his eyes watching where we meet as he fucks into me
His thrusts are hard and fast, stroke after stroke throwing me into bliss, impaling me on his fat cock
"God you're so creamy", he mutters, pounding into me, the drag of his cock so fucking incredible, "Making such a thick pretty ring around my cock. Want more of this cream all over"
I whimper, loving how good he is at dirty talk
I watch him fuck me and god, he's beautiful
He's so big- big arms, big chest, broad shoulders
I can see his muscles in his chest, his abs hard and tight as he ploughs into me
He's so sweaty, a sheen on his body, drops dripping down his chest, some dripping from his hair, falling on my stomach
Pleasure is all over his face and his body
He's so fucking hot
His eyes move from us, running along my body, biting his lip
"You're so beautiful", he murmurs, "Such a sexy little body, pretty pussy, gorgeous face. You're fucking perfect"
My mouth drops in disbelief that these words are coming out of his mouth
His eyes move to mine, gazing hard, "You're mine"
I blink in surprise
"Do you hear me?", he demands, leaning over me, one of his hands landing on the couch next to my head, his hips rolling into me faster, "You're fucking mine"
I nod, "Yeah Joonie"
"Only I get to touch you. Only I get to fuck you. No one else", he continues, the sound of his skin hitting mine so pretty, "Only I get to kiss you"
I nod, "Kiss me now Joonie"
He immediately leans down, his lips crashing into mine, tongue already playing with mine
I fall into his kiss, moving my legs around his waist, clenching around him
I need to feel him against me and I move my arms around him, pulling him flush on top of me, my hands roaming his broad back as I kiss him
His hand moves behind my back, lifting me up, keeping his sweaty body against mine, his pelvis rubbing against my clit with each stroke
His mouth moves against mine, his back muscles moving under my palms, the feeling turning me on so much
His other hand moves around my boob, groping me, his thumb playing with my nipple
"Mmmm", I whimper, my pussy throbbing around him so hard, so fast
I'm so close
His cock is fucking good, so skillful, keeping me in ecstacy
It's blowing my world
"Cum for me baby", he whispers in between kisses, "Cream my cock"
The next hit to my spot has ecstasy tidal waving over me as I cum all over his hard fat dick
"Joonie!", I cry, breaking the kiss, my fingers digging into his back as pure unwavering bliss pounds into my body
"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum", he moans
I lock my legs around him tightly, wanting him to fill me with cum
I'm in too much pleasure that I can't talk, my mind utterly blank, so I keep my legs around me
"Baby...Jo...I'm...I'm..oh fuck", he groans, sheathing his dick in my pussy, his cock throbbing hard, warm sticky cum shooting inside me
"Joanne. Baby, fuck", he cries, his big body shaking against me
"Namjoon!", I whimper, his cock feeling so good when he cums
I've never felt that before, never felt a cock so acutely while the guy was coming
It's probably because he's so fucking big
When he finishes, he lays down on top of me, his face in my neck
I slide one hand up into his hair, stroking softly
I also run my fingers up and down his back as well, loving the way his skin shivers, making me smile
I just want to hold him for a little bit before we get up and everything goes back to the way it was
Back to best friends
"I love you", he breathes
I freeze, wondering if I'm actually hearing him correctly
"What?", I whisper
"I love you", he repeats softly, "I love you so much"
"You do?", I ask, still in shock
He nods, "I...I was always in love with you. Always"
Always?
What does he mean always?
He had a girlfriend throughout high school, he got with her within a week of finding out about my feelings
He's dated other idols
What does he mean?
"But in school-"
"I loved you then too", he admits, blowing my world up
"But you had a girlfriend. A week after you found out my feelings for you"
"I...I didn't believe it", he says quietly, "Hae told me about your feelings but I didn't know if she was telling the truth. And I was too scared to say anything. I was scared to lose you if I told you how I felt and you didn't feel the same. And with Hannah, I had already had a date with her two days after I found out about your feelings and I just went with it"
I take this in and while it sucks I can't blame him
I was deathly afraid of losing him too, that's why I never said anything
And almost kicked the shit out of Hae when I found out what she said
"You're my best friend Jo, I needed you and I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship"
"And now?", I ask
He still has no idea that I love him, doesn't know if he's jeopardizing our friendship now
"I just...I can't take it anymore. I can't be around you without desperately wanting to kiss you", he whispers, "And I got so fucking jealous hearing you yell for Jungkook and Yoongi. I know I shouldn't have, I know you were just cheering for your friends but I was so jealous and angry. I didn't even plan on any of this. When you walked in, I made a snap choice and I kissed you. Everything that happened was amazing and I want more. I want to be with you, I want to be able to kiss you when I want, hold you when I want, stay the night with you, just be around you. And that made me tell you. I love you"
I smile, hearing those three words, I've always wanted to hear from him
"Joonie", I call, lifting his face to mine
His eyes avoid mine and I need him to look at me
"Baby", I whisper, his eyes finally gazing in mine, hope and fear in his, "I love you Namjoon"
Shock fills his eyes as he takes in my words
"I always loved you too baby", I tell him, "From high school. You're everything Joonie, everything I could ever want and more"
"Really?", he asks in disbelief
"Really baby. Everything you want I want. I want to spend all my time with you. I want to kiss you all the time, be in your strong arms, love you", I assure him, "You're mine Joonie and I'm never letting you go"
"Don't let me go baby", he whispers, "Don't baby. Ever. And I won't let you go"
"Deal Joonie", I smile, "I love you"
A huge beautiful bright smile breaks on his face, his dimples showing
"I love your smile Joonie", I say softly, gently touching his dimples, "It's beautiful"
"I love yours Jo", he answers, "I love you"
My smile widens, pressing my lips against his
He kisses me back and I'm so fucking happy
As we kiss, there's a pounding on the door
"Oi, are you done? We're walking around the hall like idiots!", Jungkook bellows
We pull away with Namjoon rolling his eyes, "Two minutes!"
"Awww", I whine
He smiles, running his fingers in my hair, "It's ok baby. We have all night to be together"
I perk up hearing that, "Yeah?"
He nods, "Yeah. We can go to my apartment or yours. We can eat, watch some TV. Then I'm gonna fuck you all night"
"All night?", I smirk
"Yeah", he nods, "In between we can cuddle and take naps"
I giggle, "Sounds good baby"
"Good", he agrees, giving me a quick peck, "Let's get up before these pain in my asses keep knocking"
I nod, both of us sitting up and collecting our clothes from around the room, putting them on
"Uh Joonie?", I call, holding my ripped panties up, "What am I supposed to do now?"
He grins, "Hmmm, well your dress is long enough to cover you so I'd say give them to me"
I raise my eyebrow but hand them to him and he proceeds to put them in his pocket
I roll my eyes, "You're such a guy"
"You're guy", he adds, coming closer, kissing my forehead
"Yeah, mine", I smile
"Hurry up!", Tae yells, knocking
Namjoon sighs, walking to the door, opening it
"It's about time!", Jungkook whines as he walks in, "Where should I not sit?"
Namjoon rolls his eyes, "That couch"
"Noted", he says, going to the other couch
The rest of the guys file in, sitting in the various chairs and couches in the room, avoid the one we fucked on
"Come baby", Namjoon says, taking my hand and leading us to "our" couch
He sits, then pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me
"Guess they're together", Hobi says loudly
"Yeah. Shut up", Namjoon answers, making me laugh
I lean back, moving my arm around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss
His soft lips kiss me back and I'm so happy he's finally mine
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you’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it. 🎙️
pairing: namjoon x f. reader genre: podcast, friends to lovers au; crack, smut, fluff rating: explicit. minors do not interact. warnings: parasocial relationships galore, a m*n with a p*dcast, author abuses italics, swearing, alcohol, reader uses a pseudonym/nickname (piper) because writing the meta fanfiction scene would've been too weird without one and i refuse to use y/n, dialogue-heavy but it is a fic about a podcast, everyone is down horrendous, mentions of social media & fake r*ddit posts, ex-boyfriend yoongi but in a good, healthy way. let me know if i missed anything but mostly this is just two goofballs not realizing they're in love with one another. smut warnings: kissing, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex (fiction), protected vaginal sex (nonfiction), a lil squirting, mild degradation, mentions of a p*ss kink but there is no actual pee i promise (...lest?), i didn't intend to write size kink but it's namjoon so it just showed up anyway, slight dom!joon, everyone orgasms. wordcount: 17.5k credits: this was entirely inspired by that one episode of the basement yard where frankie reads the smut fic of him and joe, so credits to both that author and that podcast. spotify, for their podcast name generator. astro-seek for helping me drag namjoon astrologically. an extra special, gigantic thanks to @effortandmore for writing the meta fanfic (3k of it, no less!) and not batting an eye when i said it could have pee in it as a joke. this is as much yours as it is mine. finally, @hot-soop and @the-boy-meets-evil for reading this over for me and telling me i'm funny. author's note: happy birthday, indigo! here i am to validate every fear you've ever had that the people you write porn about may one day read it. live and on air. :)
You’ve co-hosted a podcast with Namjoon for three years.
You can learn a lot about a guy in that amount of time.
None of it is especially salacious. You know all about his family and his dog and the brand of recycled paper towels he insists on buying in bulk. You know what he’d written his grad school thesis on and what he’d looked like in the thick of it, when he was staving off his fifth mental break of the week. You know how fidgety he gets when it’s closing in on Friday night and he’s got a date—how much he stresses over which restaurant to pick, which cologne, which expensive cashmere sweater to wear.
You also know what the internet thinks about him. Intimately.
Kim Namjoon, according to the internet, is peak husband material. He has cheeks ripe for pinching and thighs small countries would go to war to defend. He has a lap that doubles as a seat and dimples people want to get baptized in. He has Instagram selfies with hundreds of thousands of likes and comment sections full of intelligible keysmashes, especially the ones he posts from the gym.
Kim Namjoon, according to the internet, is a man written by a woman.
Looking at him now, you aren’t sure that’s true, you think people just need to raise their standards. Namjoon is just… Namjoon. He’s intelligent and kind and up to date on modern feminist theory, is all. And, sure, maybe in the current political landscape that puts him far above the rest of men, but the way the internet has latched onto him is a little concerning.
“There’s another post about whether or not we’re dating,” you say, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.
sooo let’s be real here, we ALL think they’re dating, right?? Posted by u/pod-shipper 2 hours ago
Just like he always does, Namjoon huffs out a soft laugh, makes his way around to your side of the table. Puts his large hands on your shoulders as he leans in close to read from your screen, snorting every time he reads a sentence he finds particularly amusing. Whichever cologne he’d chosen this morning is, admittedly, very nice.
It’s sooo obvious, especially in the episodes they film and post on YouTube. The way they look at each other?? I don’t even look at my HUSBAND like that! (+1264) ↳ omg ur sooooo right! i could MAYBE buy that they aren’t full on dating, but they’ve def at least slept together. Namjoon is so 🔥🔥🔥 (+791) ↳ um how can namjoon be dating her when he’s already married to me 😌💅 (+3) ↳ For the millionth time, can we not speculate on their personal lives? This is weird and reinforces really harmful ideas that men and women can’t just be friends. (-51)
“How come they never talk about how hot you are?”
You can tell by the look on Namjoon’s face that he hadn’t meant to say that—or, if he did, he didn’t mean to say it like that, with an entire pout, eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline. “Cursed to be ugly and dumb,” you joke to ease the sudden tension, reading the comment that simply says you’d have to be the dumbest person alive to not sleep with Namjoon.
He scrunches his nose at that. Returns to his side of the table. “Yeah, I don’t think so, lots of people haven’t slept with me.” Starts to unpack all the gear from his bag before he says, “Hey, all that stuff—does it bother you?”
“What do you mean?” you answer, the corner of a protein bar stuck in your mouth. Namjoon always insists on recording at the most inconvenient times.
“People thinking we’re together,” he clarifies.
You shrug. “I dunno. Not really. Comes with the territory, I think, not to mention how much you love to overshare—”
“Hello?”
“I’m just saying,” you retort, hands raised in self-defense. “There really was no need for you to mention you blew your grad school stipend on a porn scam.” Namjoon looks affronted, like he can’t believe you’d stoop so low as to bring that up. “Or that you lost your virginity at fifteen.”
“We have a relationship podcast,” he states simply. “That’s kind of what we do, right? Talk about relationships? And the spectrum of human sexuality is part of that.”
You slump back in your chair as you quirk an eyebrow. “No one said it wasn’t, I just said you overshare. Which you do.”
“And that’s why there’s a dozen Reddit posts a week discussing whether or not we’re dating? Because I overshare?”
“Yeah, exactly. That’s the kind of behavior that leads to parasocial relationships. People latch onto that shit. Makes them think they’re your friend.” He glares. “Don’t give me that look, you know I’m right. It’s bad enough you’ve word-vomited all this highly personal information about yourself, but to not even do it under a pseudonym? It’s like you’re begging for trouble.”
Another comment he doesn’t even realize he’s making: “I don’t beg. For anything.”
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To this day, you’re not sure why Namjoon asked you to co-host a podcast with him.
His reasoning had been simple: “You’re my best friend and we don’t agree on anything.” Hard to argue with that. Namjoon has seemingly endless patience, even in the face of things he shouldn’t entertain, and you… do not, to put it simply.
You’re not a cold person. Your fuse isn’t short. You’re just a little jaded, is all. Have far less propensity for bullshit than Namjoon does, so the two of you play well off each other. You end a sentence with a well-punctuated full stop and Namjoon’s right behind you to sigh and say maybe you shouldn’t be so hasty, not everything in the world can be so black or white.
Except some things are. Somewhere along the way, the podcast—which Namjoon had affectionately named Place Him Gently in the Garbage, even though some people should be shoved in there with force—had picked up a following. A big one. And now, every week, you’re inundated with emails ranging in severity. Sometimes people just want to vent after their tenth bad date in a row or share funny stories, and Namjoon lets you take the lead on those, but sometimes it’s a little more serious. That’s where Namjoon shines, all that endless patience, and people love him for it.
“What’s on the agenda today?” he asks, accepting a thick stack of papers from Jungkook.
Ah, Jungkook.
You aren’t sure what he actually does. Some kind of social media manager, which is obvious from the wildly out-of-context clips he posts of you to TikTok, and it’s his responsibility to go through the thousands of emails you get from listeners, but aside from that all you’ve got are your suspicions that he just sticks around to swindle Namjoon out of more and more money.
“I’m in a silly goofy mood,” comes Jungkook’s reply, and you let out a witch cackle as Namjoon winces. Nothing good ever comes of Jungkook being in a silly goofy mood, and that’s quite alright by you.
Fifteen minutes later finds you with a camera in your face that you greet with an unamused, flat stare. Jungkook is used to it by now. Just films for a few seconds before turning his attention to an unaware Namjoon. Head down, pen and highlighter going a mile a minute as he pores over the stack of papers with all the doggedness and eagle-eyed stare of a literature professor.
That’s the thing about Namjoon—he takes this really seriously. So do you, but not in the ways Namjoon does. He’s all skill and determination and you’re color commentary. It works. It clearly works, so you aren’t too bent out of shape about it, but sometimes you worry. Namjoon takes this really seriously and sometimes you worry that he takes it too seriously, that he carries the burdens and worries of all these strangers, that he’s trying to solve and fix things that aren’t his responsibility to solve and fix.
So he takes it really seriously and you don’t take it as seriously as you maybe should, and everything is by design. Balanced.
Twenty minutes later finds you staring across the table at Namjoon, who asks, “Are you ready?” and does one last equipment check before he launches into, “Welcome back to another episode of Place Him Gently in the Garbage with Namjoon and Piper. What’s new with you, Pipe? Any fun news?”
Pipe. It drives you nuts. Feels like nails on a chalkboard. “I see you almost every single day,” you respond dryly. “But for the sake of entertainment, I’m thinking about getting a cat.”
“A cat?” Namjoon parrots, and his eyebrows disappear beneath his fringe because he knows what that means.
You’ve co-hosted a podcast with Namjoon for three years, but you’ve known him even longer.
Since your first year of college, which is also when you met Yoongi. Yoongi, your ex. Yoongi, the person you’d been with for six years and had planned a life around. Yoongi, now one of your closest friends, because the two of you still love one another but no longer in that way, which is fine. But also—Yoongi, allergic to cats.
So, yeah. Namjoon knows what that means, and he has the good sense not to mention it. Unlike him, you’re intensely private and keep your cards close to your chest. Your listeners don’t even know your real name, let alone that you’d gone through a breakup a year ago.
“What kind of cat?” he continues, like his entire world hasn’t just been turned upside-down.
You shrug. “Eh, I don’t know. Probably one that’s been in the shelter a long time, I guess. I’m not too fussy, you know?”
“Right, a cat is a cat,” Namjoon says, thinking he’s done something. You and Jungkook gasp at the same time. “What? Why are you giving me that look?”
“Because that’s a fucked up thing to say! A cat is not just a cat. They have little personalities, just like people. You’ve got—”
“But you just said you’re not fussy,” he interjects. “And I know they have personalities and that you have to find one that suits your lifestyle! Like, you can’t have one of those really cool cats that likes to go kayaking and shit, it’d never work—”
“What does that mean? Why couldn’t I have a cool cat?”
“Hey, all you cool cats and kittens,” Namjoon mocks, and you can tell he thinks he’s done something again, but his impression falls flatter than flat. An awkward silence fills the studio. He coughs. “Anyway. Do you have pictures?”
“Yeah. I also have a list of candidates ranked by how cool their names are. Number five, Casserole.”
“That’s cute.”
“Mhm,” you agree, “but Casserole is a kitten, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of responsibility.”
“They do say you should adopt kittens in pairs.”
“And that’s how they get you. You want one kitten and they talk you into two, and before you know it you’ve got, like, twelve cats. Number four, Party Girl.”
“Sick name.”
“Number three, Toddler.”
“Toddler?”
“Number two, Flat.”
“Just Flat? Understandable.”
“And, finally, number one: Human Torch.”
“Yoooo.” Namjoon laughs. “You have to adopt Human Torch. Let me see.” You pull up a picture on your phone and hand it over. “Okay, for our listeners—Human Torch is a young, male Domestic Short Hair. He has stripes. I don’t know what that’s called.”
“Tabby,” Jungkook chimes in.
“Jungkook says he’s a tabby. He’s cute. Adopt him.”
You return your phone to your pocket. “Maybe. I still think I want an older cat, but I’ll consider it. What about you, though? Any new dating horror stories to share?”
Ah, the dating horror stories. Your most dedicated shippers are convinced they’re fake, that Namjoon just makes them up on the spot to keep them off your trail. If only. Not in the if only they were fake and Namjoon and I were actually dating kind of way, but the holy shit one of my closest friends is a fucking disaster and it’s a little embarrassing kind of way.
“Not really,” he answers. “I’ve got a date this Friday, though. Trying to decide if dinner and a movie is too boring.”
“It’s a classic for a reason. What are you gonna see, My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3?”
“Three?” Namjoon emphasizes, truly sounding scandalized. “Since when are there three? I haven’t even seen one or two.”
“Okay, first of all, the original is a classic and it’s a crime you haven’t seen it.”
“And second of all?”
“There is no second of all. Repeat point one.”
He snorts. “I’m not gonna see that, anyway. Maybe the re-release of Howl’s Moving Castle.”
“Subbed or dubbed, though?”
“Are you trying to get me canceled?”
“Absolutely.”
“I like both,” he chickens out. “Now, let’s stop wasting time and get to the point of the show.”
“Talking about cats is a waste of time?”
“I—no, we’ve just got a lot on the agenda today.”
“Like what?”
“Well, there’s lots to talk about on the celebrity front—”
Namjoon loves this part. As esteemed and educated as he is, not even he is immune to good old celebrity gossip. (Inside him there are two wolves.) Lives for it. Texts you about it at all hours of the night. Sends you links to Reddit threads with hundreds of comments. Has more opinions on Celebrity Big Brother than he does on Ludwig Wittgenstein, sometimes, and when that’s the case you know you’re in for a long evening. You’ve never even seen an episode of Celebrity Big Brother.
But Namjoon loves it, so you’ve become fond of it by association. Reminds you a bit of Yoongi and his love for sports and sports anime.
“—one should we start with?”
“Whatever you want,” you answer, because you haven’t been paying a lick of attention and you aren’t sure it matters anyway. Namjoon can talk to a wall on a good day, but he’s an entirely different beast once mundane, innocuous celeb gossip gets involved.
And even though you hadn’t been paying attention, it seems like this was the right thing to say, because Namjoon smiles so wide his dimples crater his face. “Cool. Let’s start with Taryn Manning. Did you see that bizarre—”
“Who?”
“What?”
“Who is Taryn Manning?”
Namjoon looks a little dumbstruck. Even Jungkook’s arching an eyebrow at you. “Are you serious? She was in Orange is the New Black and Crossroads.”
“The Britney Spears movie?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh. Weird, okay. Continue.”
Your co-host shoots you a very pointed look. “I will, thanks. Anyway, she posted a video on social media talking about this affair she had with a married man. Like, she pulled over on the side of the road to record this. Said she can’t stand the man’s wife because she called her a quote-unquote lunatic.”
“I—huh, thought we weren’t supposed to say that anymore. Alright.”
“But wait, it gets even more bizarre. Listen to this quote—and this is direct. This is a direct quote from the video, I can’t stop thinking about it: ‘Don’t you ever threaten me when your husband came to me to get his butthole licked.’ Can you—”
“What? Namjoon, what in the fuck—”
“It’s crazy, right? She was gonna buy this guy a boat.”
“Namjoon, this is a family show, you can’t just talk about ass-eating unprompted.”
“No it’s not.”
“Well, you still shouldn’t talk about ass-eating unprompted. It’s unbecoming.”
“You’re unbecoming,” Namjoon fires back, because he can’t help it. The words are out of his mouth before he can think. “Sorry, that was out of line.”
You sigh. Know whatever look Jungkook is catching on his camera right now is exasperated and pointed, the corners of your mouth probably tugged up just a hint. “Unbecoming, like I said.” Namjoon scoffs. “Anyway, so this actress was gonna buy this married guy a boat and was eating his ass?”
“Yeah. Apparently it was her friend’s husband? They all went to a Taylor Swift concert together.”
“Jesus, this keeps getting worse. Big year for Hollywood cheaters.”
“It is, right? Cheaters and divorces. Something in the water, I guess.”
“I saw the astrology girlies saying a bunch of planets are in retrograde, so—”
“Can you explain that to me? Like, what does it mean for a planet to be in retrograde? Why is it causing divorces?”
“I don’t know, I’m not an astrology girlie. That’s why I said the astrology girlies. What are your big three, though?”
“What’s that?”
“Your sun, moon, and rising signs.”
“How do I find that out?”
“Ugh,” you intone, “don’t worry about it, I’ll do it myself. What time were you born?”
Namjoon rattles off a time.
You grab your laptop. Pull up the page, type in Namjoon’s date of birth and birthplace, and wait. Then you’re staring at a circle with a bunch of lines in it that also don’t make a lick of sense to you. You roll your lips to keep from laughing and school your voice into something deadly serious. “Bad news: it says you’re a virgin.”
“Virgo,” Namjoon corrects, not taking the bait. “I already knew that.”
You scroll a little further down the page. “Your moon is in Sagittarius. Oh god, listen to this, they’ve got you pegged: ‘The greatest need is to always search for something. In order to feel safe you need a philosophy or belief’—”
“Haaa, that’s not—”
“—’You need to have a goal or mission that gives your life meaning. Your faith must be voluntary and it is a paradox that fighting against dogmas may lead you to other dogmas.’ Yeah, that’s you.”
“That could apply to anyone,” he argues. “There are seven-billion people on this planet; I’d imagine a sizable amount of them would say that also describes them.”
“Hm, sounds like your faith in astrology is not yet voluntary. Did you know you’re a Scorpio rising?”
“No. I’m sure you’re gonna tell me all about it, though.”
You smile. “Correct. ‘People with Scorpio on the Ascendant need to fight against dark and destructive power in their life.’ Is that true?”
“Yeah, you’re the dark and destructive power. You keep sidetracking me and we need to get to the point of the podcast.” He grabs the stack of papers Jungkook had given him. Looks more highlighter than paper, if you’re being honest. “I guess Jungkook thought we needed a lighthearted kind of day.”
“That was nice of him, considering what he gave us last week. I guess we’re allowed to have faith in humanity today.”
To your left, Jungkook scoffs.
“Alright,” Namjoon starts, putting on his Very Serious Podcast Guy voice, “first up we’ve got a question from one of our listeners in Canada. It says, ‘Hi, Piper and Namjoon. I recently agreed to go on a blind date with a friend of a friend. She said he was a bit old-fashioned but really talked him up so I thought I was in good hands—and then he showed up to get me in a ‘67 GTO and exclusively referred to me as doll. He didn’t use my name once. I’m torn, because he was really nice and I had a good time otherwise, but this is weird, right? Should I see him agai—’”
“No,” you interject.
“Can I finish?”
“You don’t have to. This guy sounds greasy.”
Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. “And why is that?”
“Ignoring the fact that this guy has arguably one of the lamest classic cars around, he didn’t use their name once? Not once, in all the time they spent together? That’s really disrespectful.”
“Some people are just pet name people,” Namjoon argues.
“With absolute strangers, though? It’s really giving the impression that he didn’t even know it, not to mention some people are uncomfortable with pet names. The whole shtick is super lame.”
“I agree it sounds a bit misguided, but—”
Ignoring Namjoon, you say, “Sorry you had to go on a date with the ghost of less-cool James Dean. Into the garbage he goes.”
And, just like he’s done a million times before, Namjoon rolls his eyes and says, “If you really like this guy and want to see him again, a bit of communication will go a long way. Tell him the pet name made you uncomfortable—if it did—and offer to pick him up for the next date. I don’t think he’s completely destined for the garbage, yet.”
“You’re just saying that because you don’t have a license. You probably think a 1967 Pontiac GTO is the pinnacle of romance. That’s probably like picking someone up on a Specialized Aethos to you, eh?”
“That’s a fifteen-thousand dollar bike, I’ll have you know.”
You groan. “Oh my god.”
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Ep: #183 - Namjoon is a Virgin
I think Namjoon had the right idea on this one. Sure, the car can be considered lame, but I think a lot of men are deeply insecure and therefore overcompensate when it comes to dating. Women are hard to impress when they have unlimited options. You have to stand out, so I’m glad he advocated for him. Piper can come off like such a misandrist sometimes. (-649) ↳ just shut up bro namjoon would fuckin hate u (+204) ↳ Imagine caring about something like this when they’re getting a cat together 🙄 (+19)
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You think about the cat thing for nearly a week.
Adopting a cat is certainly not the worst idea you’ve ever had, and truth be told it’s been a little lonely, living by yourself. No more Yoongi in your space; no more Holly. So, having a new little friend around might do you some good.
It’s just—
It’s a big commitment, and there’s also the dog sitting-shaped elephant in the room. Ending things on good terms means you’re still Yoongi’s second-choice sitter whenever he has to go out of town, and while you love Holly dearly (the two of you had adopted him together, after all), he’s a lot like his father in a lot of ways.
Should I get a cat, you type out, and it’s only been in Yoongi’s inbox a few seconds before the most unflattering picture you’ve ever taken of him is flashing across your screen.
“Are you dying?” you ask, because Yoongi doesn’t call you for much else.
And you already know what his response is going to be. “We’re all dying.”
“Lighten up, Yoongi. One might say being so existentially nihilistic before noon causes wrinkles.”
There’s a split-second pause. “It’s nine p.m.”
“Sure, but it’s before tomorrow’s noon, so it still counts.”
“Whatever. Listen, before you adopt that cat, I need a favor.”
“You going out of town again?”
“Yeah. Shouldn’t be long, though. A week at the most, five days if I’m lucky.”
“That’s fine, bring him over whenever. Yijeong’s busy?”
This pause is far, far longer. “No,” comes Yoongi’s eventual response, but it’s slow. Unsure. A two-letter word has never taken so long to say in the history of ever. “He’s, uh. Coming with me?”
Oh, you think. This is where your ex awkwardly and hesitantly breaks the news of his new relationship. You’ve known this day was coming, and this is what you get for staying friends with him. “This is a fanfiction plot,” you accuse. “Hot, mysterious man moves into a gaudy apartment complex after ending a long-term relationship and meets his equally-hot and mysterious neighbor and they fall in love.”
“I—that’s not—my apartment is not gaudy.”
“Yes it is. There’s a giant gold bust of a weird bird in the lobby.”
“Weird bird?” he parrots. “It’s a swan.”
“I see you’re not denying the in-love-with-your-neighbor accusations.”
“Am I on trial?” Yoongi retorts, and it’s such a Yoongi thing to say when what he means is, is this okay? He means, are we able to talk about this without it being weird? He means, I won’t ever say as much out loud, but your acceptance means a lot to me, and I’d like for you to give me this.
So you lower your voice and soften the edges because it’s not really something to joke about, and you say, “No, of course you’re not on trial,” and Yoongi knows what you mean. “And if you were, you'd get locked up for fifty years. You can’t lie for shit.”
There’s a beat of silence before he clears his throat, mutters a thanks that is so quiet you almost don’t catch it. “Send me pictures of the cats.”
Later on, once you’re freshly-showered and tucked into bed with a candle and a book (Eloge de l’amour by Alain Badiou at Namjoon’s insistence and request), your phone buzzes with a text from Yoongi—
Yoongi: toddler is a fucking hilarious name for a cat but so is flat Yoongi: it’s a tie for me You: Okay well pick one 🙄 Yoongi: yijeong says get both You: Both???? Is he paying my vet bills? Yoongi: kinda out of line to proposition him for money. flat is also good with dogs, js You: If he’s now being raised by you two, my perfect, well-behaved son is probably long gone. Does he even count as a dog anymore? Yoongi: me and yijeong both say fuck off Yoongi: holly too. he says he doesn’t miss you anymore and he’s not coming over now Yoongi has added Yijeong to the group Yoongi has changed the group name to #ThirdWheelChat Yijeong: Please don’t drag me into this. Also I did not say “fuck off” You have changed the group name to People Who Have Seen Yoongi Naked Yoongi: fuck you
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You should’ve known something was going on with Jungkook, because it’d started like this:
(When you and Namjoon started the podcast three years ago, it was in the living room of his apartment.
Surrounded by books and plants. He loved to record in the afternoons back then—Namjoon loved to say it was because of his grad school schedule, but you’ve always suspected he just wanted to preen in the golden hour light, much like he’s doing now.
“Is this really necessary?” Jungkook whines from his spot on the couch. He’s already swindled Namjoon out of two bags of microwavable popcorn and three cans of sparkling water. “It’s a Saturday afternoon; I could be doing something so much more fun than this.”
Namjoon scoffs. “Are you saying this isn’t fun?”
“Yeah. It sucks, actually. This could’ve been an email.”
And because Namjoon is accomplished, mature, and absolutely incapable of not taking Jungkook’s bait, the space between his brows creases as he sends a murderous glare Jungkook’s way. “Stop eating my food, then. And drinking my drinks. And lounging on my couch like that—”
“I’m not lounging,” Jungkook argues.
“You’re manspreading all over the leather!”
“This is how I sit!”
“Well, knock it off! My couch is only for fun and people who think I’m fun!”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “So you fuck on it?”
“What?”
“What other fun things could you possibly do on a couch?”
Namjoon blinks. “Watch… watch a movie?”
Jungkook groans, throws himself backwards against the pillows as if he’s suffering a Victorian ailment. “Jesus. No wonder you can’t score a second date.”
“Okay, that was a little uncalled for. There are a ton of reasons a person might not want a second date, and no one is obligated to go out with me—”
“Uh-huh. Anyway—”
You clear your throat. Try to hide your own can of seltzer you’d taken from Namjoon’s fridge in the midst of his and Jungkook’s bickering. “Not trying to be rude, but I have an appointment at the shelter at three. If, y’know. You wouldn’t mind speeding this up a little.”
“Oh! Yeah, of course—”
“Oh, so you’ll speed this up for her but not—”
Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. “She,” he begins, jerking his thumb in your direction, “isn’t needlessly complaining and actually has someplace to be.”)
It was just a quick little rendezvous in Namjoon’s living room to come up with a rough draft for the following month’s episodes. He couldn’t do it over text because he’d fallen down the steps at his office and landed on his ass on the corner of a step and his phone had been in his back pocket. Cracked clean in half. And he couldn’t do it over email because he—rightfully—knew Jungkook would ignore them because he has his inbox set up to send all of Namjoon’s personal emails to the trash.
But Jungkook holds onto things like that. Grudges. Loves to let Namjoon think bygones are bygones and pop up a few days later with some evil scheme. Hence:
“What is this?”
Jungkook smirks. Rocks back on his heels. “It’s fanfiction.”
“I can see that, but… why?”
This is where Jungkook shines: the ominous, cheshire cat grin; the aw, shucks demeanor that gaslights Namjoon into thinking Jungkook couldn’t possibly be fucking with him. “Well, you were having trouble coming up with ideas for episodes, and there’s an email in there from someone whose partner reads really expli—”
“Jungkook, this is fanfiction about me.”
You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. Of all the weird shit you’ve seen on the internet (and there’s been a lot), fanfiction of people you know—your friends—was something you’d managed to escape. Probably by virtue of not knowing anyone famous enough to warrant fanfiction being written about them.
But you should’ve known. You really, really should’ve known.
“Oh my god?”
You’re not sure who says it. Could be you or Namjoon, but the sentiment is the same. He mouths a what the fuck at you that’s met with a shrug. You’re in uncharted territory now, too. “Where did you even find this?” you ask, taking the stack of papers from Namjoon. “And why did you print it out?”
“Because I’m going to track down whoever wrote it and get them to autograph it. Then I’m going to buy a nice frame and hang it on the wall behind him, so we never forget this historical moment in Place Him Gently in the Garbage lore.”
“It’s a podcast,” Namjoon deadpans, “how can it have lore? And how much lore can there possibly be?”
“It’s the internet,” you concede. “The lore possibilities are endless. Don’t tempt them.”
Jungkook nods sagely, well-versed in the degeneracy of the internet. “Yeah, that’s how you end up with shit like 4chan.”
“4chan? There’s Space Jam porn on there.”
As the youngest, all Jungkook can do is roll his eyes. “Sometimes explaining this shit to you feels like trying to teach old people how to rotate PDFs—”
Namjoon scoffs. “I’m not that bad. I know how to rotate a PDF.”
Wow, Jungkook mouths. “Anyway, back to the fanfiction—”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Namjoon interjects. He looks at you. “It’s weird, right? Like, it’s weird that people have written this about us?”
About us.
Your scope of the world narrows to the size of a pinhead. It’d just been about Namjoon before. This is fanfiction about me, he’d said, and you hadn’t been included in that. Now it’s written about us and you’re included.
“I—what?”
“It’s about us,” Namjoon repeats.
Jungkook rolls his lips. “It’s about the two of you fucking, to be specific.”
“Can you not—”
“Fucking a lot,” Jungkook continues. “So much fucking.”
Namjoon looks at you, and it’s all you can do to keep from laughing. The look on his face is pure bewilderment, both that Jungkook has cooked up this idea and is hell-bent on executing it and that he remains employed. And maybe it’s a little bit of nerves, too, because neither of you are ignorant of the risks. Reading fanfiction about yourselves—about the two of you as a couple, specifically, or at least two people who have sex—is weird. Not something you can unread.
And maybe it’s because you’re so determined to not make it weird that you send Namjoon a cheeky, exaggerated wink, shrug your shoulders, and say, “I’ll need a couple drinks, but I’m down.”
Jungkook throws his head back and cackles wildly, and that look of bewilderment on Namjoon’s face morphs into something else. Trepidation, maybe; definitely disbelief, because sometimes he lets himself get swept away in Jungkook’s schemes, but it’s rare that you follow suit.
As Jungkook continues to laugh, you wonder if you should’ve said no.
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Namjoon has two stipulations: the two of you have to film the episode completely alone, and he, too, needs to be a little drunk.
The latter? Piece of cake, considering Namjoon has become some sort of whiskey aficionado in recent years. His drinking is streamlined and to the point—he knows exactly how much and what to drink to get him where he wants to be. You can’t say he isn’t efficient.
The former, though? Borderline impossible. From the second Namjoon states his terms, Jungkook is having none of it. Argues that he’s the one who found the story and the one who cleared it with the author, so he deserves to witness the fruits of his labor.
“No,” Namjoon repeats for the nth time, “no way. I’ll barely be able to do this with just her, let alone both of you.”
And that—that doesn’t bother you, right? You force a laugh, because why would it bother you?
There are few secrets between you and Namjoon, except your respective sex lives have been staunchly off-limits. Namjoon could be a virgin for all you know, and as you study him—the way he keeps bobbing his leg, the slight shake in his hands—you wonder if that’s the reason he’s being so weird about this.
It’s just a story.
Fiction.
Most people don’t have to worry about someone writing stories about them fucking their friends. If they do, you reckon even less actually read them. So, sure, it’s a little strange, but people from all over the world send in stranger stuff all the time, don’t they? It’s literally the reason you’re in this predicament.
Eventually Jungkook agrees. His whining has gotten him nowhere, so he just throws up his hands. Posts a cryptic little “u guys won’t believe what the next patreon ep is lmao” that sends the internet into a frenzy. Doubles your Patreon numbers almost immediately, and both you and Namjoon do a good job of pretending the pressure isn’t overwhelming.
Jesus. You have to read explicit fanfiction about yourselves. On camera.
Namjoon gets caught up with work and isn’t available until the weekend, so you’re forced to sit with the nerves for a few days. Not too bad at first, but you’re nearly coming out of your skin by Thursday with the need to know. You’re well-versed in the world of fanfiction, but this is fanfiction about you: your name, your likeness, maybe even your personality.
What will they know of Namjoon, though?
Will they get it right, the way he looks with his jaw clenched? How impossibly deep his voice can go, both when it’s raspy with sleep and when he’s fully at ease? Will the Namjoon in the story be closer to the Namjoon you know, or the version of himself he presents to the public?
And you’ve known him a long time—long enough that there are few secrets between you, but you don’t know the most intimate parts. All the parts the internet loves to speculate on. All the little gaps that, apparently, need to be filled in by fanfiction.
Will they know what Namjoon looks like when he gets off?
No, you scold yourself, jerking awkwardly like you’ve been burned, and neither will you.
Because you are not going to think about this. Your thoughts are not going to go there. Namjoon is your friend, and you’ve listened to him scold an endless amount of men on the podcast for exactly this behavior. Sexualizing their friends. You’re not going to do it, too.
Maybe that’s why you’re kind of seeing double when it comes time to record. Namjoon needed an extra shot and offered you one as well. You’d necked it without a second thought and now you’re here, trying to ignore the slight tilt of the room as Namjoon adjusts the camera.
“How’s the shot look?” he asks, gesturing vaguely behind him at his laptop screen because Jungkook had refused to lend you his fancy cameras if he wasn’t allowed to be involved.
It’s a completely normal question.
It’s a question you’ve asked and answered a million times.
Except—there’s something horribly distracting about Namjoon in this moment. The outline of his back muscles through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. The way the sleeves are tight around his biceps. He’s always been a gym rat, always carries around a protein shake that smells and looks completely foul, but you can’t remember it ever being this obvious.
And you take too long to answer, because Namjoon straightens up just enough to send you a concerned look. Which does not help. You are not imagining what else might cause his brows to pinch like that, what might have his lips parting, have sweat dotting his hairline.
You swallow. Hard.
“Looks fine,” you manage to say. He’s still staring. Are you on fire? You feel like you’re on fire, which would make sense. Would explain Namjoon’s sweating and concerned stare and the fact that he cannot stop staring at you. “Maybe a tiny bit to the right if we’re being picky,” you tack on, hoping it’ll break whatever spell the two of you are ensnared in.
It works. “To the—the right, yeah, makes sense,” he rambles.
He moves it an inch to the left.
Things are tense, to say the least.
Recording hasn’t been this awkward since your first episode, or maybe ever. You’re sat across from one another like you always are, and usually Namjoon would be making quip after quip by now, talking endlessly until Jungkook shushed him long enough to get the intro filmed. Now, there’s just silence.
“Should we…?” Namjoon startles. Bangs his knee on the underside of the table and drops a string of curses. “Sorry, are you—”
“I’m fine,” he says, cutting you off. He gestures vaguely toward the camera. “I’ll just… yeah.”
Showtime.
You wipe your hands on your jeans, unsure of when they got so damp. Unsure of when you’d grown so nervous, too, because you’d been fine an hour ago. Had strolled in with two cups of tea and a little too much confidence, giddy at what you were about to do.
Maybe the nerves had shown up alongside the alcohol. This sounds reasonable, and you do not, under any circumstance or for any reason, think about Namjoon’s back. Or his biceps.
Namjoon makes it through the intro, dimples deep and wide as he smiles, and you also don’t think about the way his voice cracks and gets a little breathy when he introduces you. It’s only because he’d been drinking, and the flush on his cheeks attests to that. The same flush that creeps down his neck, still a little sweaty; disappears beneath the hemline of his shirt.
“—Jungkook had. Right, Piper?”
Now it’s your turn to startle, and there’s not much you can do to hide the obvious except ask Namjoon to redo the shot. Because it’s bad enough the internet already overanalyzes every move you make, every word choice, every instance you’ve stared at Namjoon a second longer than they thought you would—this is a blatant display of… affectedness.
“Sorry,” you say, “I wasn't paying attention. Can we redo it?”
You’re expecting a playful scolding. A ha ha, get it together, because that’s what you usually get. But there’s nothing aside from Namjoon studying you and nodding. Asking if you’re okay. Saying, “Is this—this is weird, right? Is it too weird? Maybe we shouldn’t—”
An out. Namjoon is giving you an out, and you should take it, you know you should take it, so there’s absolutely no reason at all you shake your head and say, “No, no, it’s fine! I think I’m just a little, uh. Drunk?”
“Are you sure? We can—”
“It’s fine, Joon,” you insist. “Besides, it’ll be good content, right?”
“Good content,” he parrots. “Yeah, for sure.” He fidgets in his seat, runs his hands down the span of his thighs. Very, very thick thighs. “I’ll grab us some water.”
You faceplant onto the table as soon as he’s out of the room. When did his thighs get so thick?
But the water helps. Cures whatever strange, insatiable thirst has come over you, because you feel much more human after a few glasses. Less drunk, too, which makes sense. Yoongi could barely escape your drunken, horny wrath when the two of you were together, so you chalk it up to a Pavlovian response.
Namjoon does the intro again. Introduces you strong and steady, not a hint of nerves, and explains, with a fresh blush taking over his upper body, what the episode’s going to be about. “Someone wrote fanfiction about us,” he says, scratching at the back of his neck. “It’s, uh, pretty explicit. Jungkook thought it’d be funny if we read it.”
You snort. “He might get fired, depending on how this goes.”
“He should get fired regardless,” Namjoon deadpans. “Anyway, we have permission from the author to read this so don’t come after us, and, as always, we’ll put all the credits in the video description.”
“Special shoutout to Jungkook, though, who was not allowed to be here with us for this momentous occasion.”
Namjoon laughs. “I’m sure he’s having plenty of fun at home.” You both pause. “That’s not—I’m not implying anything with that! I just meant—you know, like. He’s hanging out and enjoying his day off.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Moving on. I have two copies of this. Do you want your own?”
You grin, wicked and wide. “Nah, just read it to me.”
“Making me do all the work,” he huffs. “Typical.”
“There’s a stack of papers in front of you that might say otherwise.”
It’s clear you catch him off-guard. He cocks an eyebrow, opens and shuts his mouth a few times like a goldfish. An obvious question sits on the tip of his tongue: You think you’d be in charge? Instead he coughs, jerks his head to the side, and says, “I guess we’ll see.”
It sounds like a challenge.
Thirty seconds is all you get before Namjoon’s shuffling his stack of papers and clearing his throat. Asking if you’re ready and jumping right into it once you say you are. Reads the first few lines like they’re some old lecture notes, and they’re conservative and safe-for-work enough that you start to relax.
And then Namjoon reads, “A louder one wonders if Namjoon is a pet name person—if he’d call her ‘honey,’ or ‘gummy bear,’ ‘babe,’ or ‘baby,’” and you choke.
“Gummy bear?”
Namjoon laughs along with you—the weird one that almost sounds like a dog panting. “You want me to call you gummy bear?”
“I want you to call me a Lyft,” you snark. “I’m leaving.”
He continues:
And that’s how it starts, wandering thoughts, wandering fingers—the first time Piper comes to the thought of Namjoon calling her baby, pushing inside her, showing her that he definitely doesn’t beg, but she does… Well, she’s a little ashamed. She’s apparently got a reputation to maintain, anyway, not to mention a friendship.
His eyes leave the paper and lock onto you. “Or maybe you’d prefer baby?”
“Fuck off.”
Weeks after that first time, it’s become a habit, thinking about Namjoon as something more than a friend. It’s confusing and a little mortifying and it’s starting to affect her in ways she hadn’t expected. When they record, she feels fidgety—she’s jumpy when he gets close, has all the stupid obvious tells of an unwanted crush: her breath hitches when he whispers (why the fuck is he whispering in her ear, anyway? Doesn’t he know what that does to a person?) inside jokes to her so Jungkook can’t hear, her heart rate spikes when their fingers accidentally brush, she feels itchy and hot and a little embarrassed whenever he holds eye contact with her. It’s terrible, and it’s only made worse by the way he’s doing all of those things more than usual. Or, at least she thinks he is, thinks she’s not imagining the way his eyes linger on her more than she can remember happening before or the way she’s caught him staring at her lips when she chews on the end of her pencil mindlessly. 
You’ve completely forgotten how to breathe.
Namjoon’s staring again. You need to salvage this. He’s only on paragraph three and you’re already squirming in your chair and imagining things that are not appropriate. So you roll your lips, return his teasing. “Well? Do you stare at my lips?”
It works. “No,” he scowls.
“You sure?” you joke, morphing your face into something half-pout, half-duck face.
“We’re never gonna finish this if you keep making comments.”
“You started it,” you point out. “Go on, then.”
There’s some dialogue. Some prose that hits way too close to home, has you wondering who on earth wrote this and how they plucked every single thought from deep within your psyche. A pang of fear that maybe you haven’t been as subtle as you’d thought all these years. A moment to confirm to yourself that, no, you haven’t been harboring a secret, deeply-buried crush on Namjoon.
Then he reads—
And then he kisses her. It’s greedy and hot, his lips like a branding iron. She moans a little against her better judgment when he licks at the seam of her mouth, and in return, she can feel Namjoon’s lips curve into a smile against her own. It’s better than she’d been imagining it, really. He’s a good kisser—firm at the right times, soft when she needs it, careful but not cautious. He holds her jaw with one hand and keeps her right where he wants her beneath him (as if she’d want to move, anyway).  When their lips finally part, he rests his forehead on hers. It’s intimate in a way she hadn’t expected, and he looks at her as if she’s the answer to every question. Finally, he whispers, “What’re we doing, Piper?” His lips are still wet and pink and a little swollen from kissing, and she barely hears the question—she’s too busy thinking about kissing him again, about pulling his plump bottom lip between her teeth, teasing and…  “Kissing,” she says finally.  “What do you want?” he asks, sinking to his knees in front of her. And if that alone isn’t an answer to his question… “Whatever you’re willing to give,” she replies. It feels like she’s wanted this forever, this and so much more. Once she got the idea in her head, it’s hard to know if she ever felt differently, ever truly thought they could just be friends. Or, if in the back of her mind, in the dark corners that she never lets see daylight, she always knew she wanted Namjoon. Always knew she loved him.
—and everything goes right out the fucking window.
Namjoon sits with those words for a moment. Scans the paper in his hands and frowns a little when he confirms what you already know. “The rest is, uh. Porn.”
“That is why we’re here.”
“Last chance to back out.”
“I’m not scared,” you lie. “Are you? You’re the one who keeps stalling.”
He huffs. “You’re a pain in my ass,” he retorts, and then nothing is all that funny anymore.
Because Namjoon was right: the rest is straight-up porn. He’s barely able to read the part where he goes down on you with a straight face, turning a deep shade of crimson. Stutters through the part where you pull his hair, and that is not something you needed to know about your friend. You think he loses his grasp of language entirely when he reads, “When he slides a long finger into her and brushes past her most sensitive spot, she arches into him and lets his name fall from her lips in a soft cry. Piper, notorious skeptic, is a babbling, trembling mess as she gets closer to her orgasm,” because all the words are garbled together, producing nothing but gibberish. You think he’s ready to keel over and die when he reads, “Namjoon pulls away briefly, lips slick with her juices, and licks over his top one, pausing to tell her how good she tastes before he dives back in.”
“That was nice of them to include. I appreciate their attention to detail in regards to my personal hygiene.”
“This is so embarrassing,” he whines.
You roll your eyes good-naturedly. “Gimme. I’ll finish it.” He hands over the papers immediately.
Except you regret it immediately. The words you’re staring at are not words you ever thought you’d read or recite in your entire life. Not even for a million dollars. “Oh,” you say instead.
“See? Not as easy as it looks.”
“This is really embarrassing,” you confirm. “I might need another shot.”
“Y-yeah. Alcohol sounds good.”
Namjoon staggers forward obligingly, looks completely fucked out and pliant, willing to do whatever she asks. She remembers the sounds he made when she pulled his hair, wonders if he likes being bossed around, if he wants her to tell him what to do, to be a little mean to him. Maybe it’s different from her dreams, maybe he will beg her. She wants him so badly, she’d do anything for him. So, she pulls his briefs down to expose his absurdly large member, already mostly hard, and slaps it. Gently at first to see how he’ll react, and when he shudders and jerks his hips, she does it again, a little harder. “Look at you,” she whispers, “such a needy boy.”  He whimpers at that, eyes pleading. “Please, Piper…” he whines.   “Please what?” “Please let me fuck you,” he begs. She wants to, wants him so much, wants to feel him stretch her open, and from the looks of his cock, thick and long and drooling with precum, he could. “Should I?” she asks. She musters all her confidence to keep the condescending tone up. It feels wrong given how desperate she is to get him inside her, but it also seems to be getting him worked up and equally as desperate. “Do you even know what to do with that big, stupid cock?”  Namjoon’s cock twitches, and he begs, “I—I’ll fuck you so good, Piper…. I know how, I promise. Just… please?”
“Oh my god,” the two of you say in unison.
You so badly want to ask if this is biographical. How Namjoon feels about a little degradation; what he’d do if someone actually called his cock stupid. Ifsomeone has called his cock stupid. You dare a glance at him and conclude that someone’s had to. Namjoon just has that kind of energy.
But you can’t ask because it’d be weird, so you keep reading.
“How do you want me?” she asks softly when their lips part. There’s a wild look in his eyes, like he’s processing all the possible options out of everything he’s considered. And then it occurs to her. “Have you imagined this before? Thought about how you’d fuck me?” she teases him as she stands, stepping into him. Piper pushes one hand through his hair, brushing it back off of his forehead and wraps her other around his dick, squeezing a little for emphasis on her words. “Yes,” he groans as she strokes him, thumbing at the head of his cock. “Tell me what you want, then. Want me on all fours for you? Want me to show you how it’s done, to let you lay back and ride you so you don’t have to put in any work?” Namjoon’s breathing is getting heavy, pupils blown wider with each suggestion. 
“I told you!” you shriek, laughing in between the words. “I told you I’d…” And then your gloating tapers off, because what happens next has your brain malfunctioning.
“All of that,” he whines as she lets go of his hair and brings her hand down to run a fingertip over his perineum. “Want all of that. Want to bend you over the table and fuck you right here. Hear your sounds in the microphone.” Even in her dirtiest thoughts about him, she hadn’t considered the microphone, hadn’t considered recording it. When she thinks about it though, it makes sense. Namjoon is exactly the kind of person that would get off to someone’s voice. So, she does. She makes a show of turning around and slowly bending over the table, sliding her upper body across it carefully until she can reach her microphone and turn it on. When she says into it, “What’re you waiting for?” she sees over her shoulder the way that Namjoon shivers.
This is… not good. You’re never going to be able to look at a microphone the same way, which is extremely not good for a person who supplements their income with a very popular podcast that requires them to speak into a microphone for extended periods of time.
This is very, very bad.
Namjoon must be thinking the same, because he lets out a strangled a-haaa that’s less of a laugh and more a plea to God, the gods, the entire gamut of higher powers that might be able to save him. No one’s going to, you think, staring down at the paper again. This godless piece of fanfiction will be preserved on the internet forever, will be seared into your mind forever, and no amount of praying is going to erase it.
“I should, uh. Just read the rest, yeah? Get it over with?”
“Mhm. Yep. Yes, please.”
Don’t say please, you almost say. You can’t take it; not after what you’ve just read.
So you put on a show. Steel your expression and your nerves and take it seriously. Use voices and sound effects and desperately try to stave off the awkwardness you know is inevitable because a smut fic is probably only going to end one way, and that’s with you acting out Namjoon having an orgasm.
Maybe you’ll have another one, too, if the author is nice.
It’s sweet, she thinks, the way he’s easy for her, takes his time with her. Strokes his fingertips along her sides and kisses the back of her neck reverently. As much as she loves it, part of her hopes he’s not always like this—hopes he’ll give as good as he takes, hopes he’ll put her in her place. She can feel his cock hard against the cleft of her ass, not even inside her yet, and still, she thinks about next time and the time after that. “Still okay?” He breathes into her ear as his tip rubs against her cunt.  “Yeah—want you, Joon.”  “Never thought I’d hear you say those words.”  “I never thought you’d record them,” she teases, eyes glancing up to the flashing light showing the mic picking up all of this as he starts his slow slide into her.  Piper falls even further forward when he bottoms out, letting her forehead rest on the table. He’s whispering filth in her ear, about how he has something to prove, how she’ll never want anyone after this, how no one can fuck her the way he does.  She hates that he’s right.  Each stroke brings a new sensation: sparklers, butterflies, nerve endings on fire as he fucks into her and licks and sucks at her neck, her shoulders, her ear. Piper can’t even think, and this is what people mean when they talk about being fucked stupid, she decides.  It’s perfect.  Every time she thinks she’s getting close again, he changes something: fucks her a little shallower, moves his hips just a little, slows down, speeds up… It’s driving her crazy.  “Come on,” she whines. “I’m so close…” At least she can tell he is, too. No longer able to sustain the dirty talk, he’s breathing heavily, letting out broken moans and sighs of her name. He’s moving rhythmically now, thrusts consistently faster.  “Oh, fuck, Piper,” he groans, “Gonna cum.” One of his hands finds her clit and he rubs careful circles over her, bringing her to her peak along with him, no more teasing.  When she comes, it’s with a loud moan into the studio mic, and that seems to be what tips Namjoon over the edge, too. His hips stutter into hers as he comes, her cunt clenching around him for what feels like forever.
You deserve an award, you think. An Oscar. You didn’t even groan when you had to read the word “cunt,” and that’s a feat in and of itself.
“Is it over?” Namjoon asks, words muffled by the hands covering his face.
“Not quite,” you answer. “There’s some aftercare, and at the end you ask if I’ll piss on you.”
Namjoon gags. “I asked you what—”
“Today’s episode has been brought to you by Stamps-dot-com—”
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HOLY SHIT THE NEW PATREON EPISODE???????? Posted by u/pod-shipper 4 minutes ago NO WAY. NOOOOOOO FUCKING WAY DUDE THERE’S NO FUCKING WAY THEY DID THIS AS AN ACTUAL EPISODE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT HTE FUCK WHAT EHTU FKF DFGLKDG;L (+705) I wasn’t sure if they were messing around before, and I was quite critical of the “shippers,” but now I’m pretty convinced. (+423) ↳ we’ve been telling y’all for YEARS 😤 (+197) ↳ Glad you’ve seen the light, u/RandomAcorn2058! (+5) ↳ ugh. they weren’t messing around before and they aren’t messing around now. do you guys not listen to what they say? namjoon’s been dating, and piper got out of a six-year relationship just over a year ago. if they’ve had something going on for “years” that means they’re both cheaters, and that’s a really shitty thing to assume about them. not to mention it makes the entire point of the podcast moot. (-63) Why do you guys think Jungkook “wasn’t allowed” to be there? (+314) ↳ So they could fuck lmao it’s so obvious (+329) ↳ because it’s awkward af? would you wanna read porn about yourself w all your coworkers in the room? (+2) ↳ the “it’s awkward” excuse is sooooo lame he’s the one who found it and is the one who edited the episode, he’s gonna see it regardless. (+15) ↳ Tbh I’m more curious about how he even found it to begin with? Do they have a throuple thing going on? Like, why was he looking for smut fic about his bosses? (+38)
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You do not get through recording unscathed.
You are very scathed. Perhaps the most scathed a person has ever been.
Jungkook texts the group chat sporadically throughout the week, cracking jokes and making memes at your and Namjoon’s expense which is par for the course and shouldn’t have you off-kilter, but something inside you feels deeply wrong. Feels like someone’s given you devastating news; feels like it used to back in uni when you knew you’d failed an exam and were just waiting to see how badly.
It both helps and doesn’t that the internet is so invested. All the clips Jungkook keeps posting have re-doubled your Patreon numbers, and jumping up a tax bracket never hurt anyone, you included. But all of those jokes and memes largely went unanswered by both you and Namjoon, still too close to the incident to find the humor in it from the other side.
The two of you had sex.
Not literally, of course, but you figure you might as well have with the way you’re feeling. The way you’re avoiding one another. Someone wrote a story about the two of you having sex and you both read it and something about that, days later, feels really fucking unsettling.
In a bad way? You aren’t sure. It’s not like you’re mad or upset or any other synonym. You just feel… off. Itchy from the inside out, and that’s far from the norm in your and Namjoon’s friendship. In all the years you’ve known one another, you’ve never once avoided each other, including the time you’d set him up with a close friend and he showed up 45 minutes late to their date and ghosted after.
(Unsurprisingly, that friendship had not lasted.)
Maybe it’s because Yoongi had always been there as a buffer. You aren’t of the belief that men and women cannot be platonic friends, but being in a years-long committed relationship nixed a lot of awkward interactions and assumptions off the bat. Even Namjoon had known Yoongi first. Had introduced himself to you in your shared 100-level psych course with a, “Hey, you’re Min Yoongi’s girlfriend, right?” because they ran in the same underground circles and Namjoon had idolized him from afar for years.
Pretty fucked up, then, that Yoongi’s off in Los Angeles with his hot new boyfriend and you’re on your couch, Holly at your feet, pointedly ignoring your texts.
“I’m gonna get a cat,” you say to the dog, trying to redirect his attention when he starts chewing on your sock again. Holly doesn’t offer any input, of course, and he’s a lot like his father in that way. “I can’t believe you have a stepfather. You’re a proper child of divorce now, Min Holly.”
There are a pile of unread texts you continue to ignore in lieu of showing Holly pictures of adoptable cats. A few more memes from Jungkook, one from Namjoon’s new phone asking to move the recording date a few days because “something came up at work,” one from the food delivery service you admittedly use too much offering 10% off your next order, and two from Yoongi. This reminded me of you, the first one says beneath a picture of an ice cream cone on the ground, and another one of him holding a water gun that says send me a picture of my son or else.
You eventually reply back with a picture of your middle finger, Holly nothing but a blurred brown blob in the corner of the frame.
That’s how it goes for the better part of a week. Namjoon’s work issue lasts four days. He doesn’t offer an explanation and you don’t ask for one, you just wait for the all-clear text and try to quiet the nerves once you get it.
You’ve never been nervous to see Namjoon before.
The more popular the podcast became, the more money rolled in. The more money that rolled in, the more you could afford nicer things. That meant going from recording in Namjoon’s living room to a bona fide office space. Third floor, an expanse of windows and natural light, thirty-five minute commute by train.
Today, it feels more like thirty-five seconds.
You can hear Jungkook’s witch cackle from the stairwell, and your mind fills in the blanks of Namjoon’s exasperated sigh. It helps, your brain reminding you that you know these people. You know this is Jungkook’s late gym day, so he’ll be in a pair of sweats and a hoodie that drowns his frame. You know that when Namjoon has work issues and feels like an inconvenience, he always shows up with two boxes of baked goods from the bakery near his place, and you know both of them will save the best donut for you.
So you walk in and Jungkook’s in a hoodie and sweats just like you expect him to be, and there are two boxes of baked goods next to the coffee machine. Both of them say hello and wave and, for all intents and purposes, everything is normal.
Except it isn’t.
Because Namjoon looks… different.
Not in a bad way. Not in a bad way. He almost always dresses nicely, always looks polished and put-together, usually because he’s either going to or coming from campus—fitted shirts, either of the tee or dress variety, and earth-toned cardigans; tailored trousers that are sometimes corduroy; polished loafers. Sometimes, if he’s feeling extra casual, a stark white pair of tennis shoes.
Today, he wears none of those things.
No, today torture comes in the form of form-fitting jeans and a t-shirt a little oversized so he can roll the sleeves. His hair is brushed back off his face instead of parted down the middle. He’s wearing gold jewelry that glints in the sun. A pair of off-white Converse high-tops. And, much to your horror, he’s also wearing his glasses.
According to the internet, Kim Namjoon is peak husband material, which you can usually ignore, but not when he’s wearing glasses.
You avert your gaze, convinced you’ll burst into flames if you stare too long, not to mention Jungkook will notice and that’s a ribbing you’d rather die than take. So you avert your gaze and pointedly ignore Namjoon, who’s talking about his work crisis to no one in particular. Something about a co-worker going on an unexpectedly early paternity leave, and Namjoon being asked to cover some of his courses until they could find a more permanent fix.
Jungkook asks a question you don’t catch. Because paternity leave means his co-worker and his partner had a baby, presumably via old-fashioned methods, and it’s not a direct mention of sex but it’s close enough to send you into a coughing fit you have to blame on your donut. Neither of them buy it, but Namjoon is a good enough person to look genuinely concerned. Reaches out, probably to slap your back, but the thought of him touching you is just… too much.
So he barely gets out an, “Are you o—” before you choke down whatever’s left in your mouth and cut him off with a, “Yep, all good!” before you’re scurrying off to the opposite side of the room like a little rat.
It doesn’t get any better.
Both of you are so stilted and awkward during recording that Jungkook has to be the voice of reason and call it, suggest trying again tomorrow. Luckily he has enough b-side stuff he can release if need be, Namjoon’s work emergency providing a decent cover, and he sends the two of you home for the afternoon with all the exasperation and incredulity of a disappointed parent.
Thirty-five minutes back home.
Thirty-five minutes to sit in the embarrassment of not being able to do your job. Thirty-five minutes to catastrophize and wonder what you’re going to do if you can’t get it together. Namjoon will keep the podcast, of course; you’ll be replaced with someone else. Maybe someone less cynical, maybe someone more, but undoubtedly a man. After this mess, you can’t imagine Namjoon would want another female co-host.
But as embarrassed as you are, your traitorous brain keeps thinking about Namjoon.
Thirty-five minutes to think about his glasses and his rolled-up sleeves and the way the denim of his jeans contoured perfectly to his thighs. Thirty-five minutes to think about, “Please let me fuck you,” he begs. Thirty-five minutes to squeeze your thighs together and overanalyze the way he stumbled over his words today; how he could barely make eye contact. Thirty-five minutes to draft a dozen resignation texts and delete them all.
You groan, head thunking against the train window. You’ll take a cold shower as soon as you get home.
That’ll cure you.
You get home and walk Holly so long he gives up halfway through and you have to carry him back to your apartment. You take a cold shower and actually find it pleasant once the initial shock wears off, so it doesn’t work to keep all your rogue Namjoon thoughts at bay. You make a simple dinner and don’t think about Namjoon sitting you on the counter and having his way with you. You tuck yourself into bed far too early and consider going back to therapy, because clearly something very, very bad has happened to your psyche.
Needless to say, nothing cures you.
But it’s a new day, and you’re determined to get your shit together. Yesterday was a fluke, because you’re so normal and so capable of being in the same room as Kim Namjoon.
Except—you’re not.
Jungkook’s there when you arrive, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Barely looks up at you to say hello, and barely returns it when you do. You double-check the time, because you can count on two fingers the amount of times you’ve shown up and Namjoon wasn’t already there, jotting down extensively-detailed notes, circling and highlighting and chasing down Jungkook to ask questions.
“Where’s Namjoon?”
Jungkook shrugs. “Dunno. Not here.”
You roll your eyes. “Super helpful, thanks.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes right back. “You don’t pay me enough to also be his handler.”
You bite your tongue. Arguing with Jungkook means you’ve already lost the war. Not worth it. But it still eases your worries a bit that he doesn’t know any more than you do. That Namjoon hadn’t only texted him to say why he was running late because he didn’t want to—or couldn’t—talk to you.
So you wait. And you wait and you wait and you wait. Jungkook lets you talk to people on his dating apps and tells you about his new gym routine until your eyes are glazing over. Orders food delivery for the two of you because he gets hungry after an hour and had already eaten what was left of the snacks before you arrived. Cracks a joke that isn’t really a joke about calling the police, because Namjoon still hasn’t shown up and he hasn’t said anything and none of your texts are showing as delivered.
You’re halfway to hour two when the office door bursts open and Namjoon stumbles through, soaked with sweat and stammering over apologies.
“I am so sor—I broke my phone again so my alarm never went off and then I missed my bus? And apparently they’re not running the regular bus schedule today so the next one was a half-hour wait, but then I…”
You don’t catch the rest, because Namjoon is covered in sweat and breathing heavily and a week ago you could’ve survived this. A week ago you would’ve cracked a joke and handed him a towel and told him to get to work. A week ago you would not have been paralyzed in your seat, transfixed on the sweat rolling down the side of his neck.
You are fucked beyond belief.
Jungkook elbows you in the ribs, bringing you back to reality. “...even paying attention?” You startle, face warming in embarrassment. Namjoon still isn’t looking at you. “This is so sad to watch,” Jungkook mumbles, and thankfully it’s only loud enough for you to hear. “Like some stupid shit you only see in nature documentaries.”
Well, you can’t really argue with that, now can you?
But you’re a professional above all, so you hum an acknowledgment and take your regular seat. Pointedly ignore Jungkook. Wait for Namjoon to assume his position as well, and you’re surprised to see the space in front of him empty. No notes. No script. There’s just… nothing.
“Are you okay?” you ask, gesturing to the space in front of him when he seems confused. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without a stack of notes in front of you.”
“I forgot them.”
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that, either.”
Your tone is light and airy, not at all accusing or confrontational, but Namjoon’s jaw clenches nonetheless. He scoffs, fires a shitty little, “Were you not paying attention when I was talking about what a horrible fucking morning I’ve had?” at you that makes even Jungkook flinch. A few moments of stunned silence, and then, “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, that was rude—”
“Yeah, it was,” you agree, and all of a sudden you feel too big for your body. Feel like there are ants beneath your skin, feel like everything is wrong, and you don’t want to be here anymore. “It’s fine. Let’s just—”
Namjoon looks like he wants to argue, but he just sighs and says, “I—yeah, okay.”
This is where Namjoon would usually launch into the intro, a dimpled smile already plastered on his face that’d drop as he discussed another failed first date with that brand of self-deprecation that makes him so endearing. This is where he’d say what have you been up to, Pipe, and you’d try not to groan because how hard could it possibly be to add one more letter, another syllable, but Namjoon seems incapable of it. This is the part that, for three years, has been seamless and easy and instinctual, just two friends having a conversation.
There’s a red light on your microphones that indicates you’re recording. It’s on and it mocks you, because Namjoon is not doing the intro or telling you about a failed date. He doesn’t use that cringey nickname. He doesn’t say anything at all. His mouth opens and shuts and no words come out. What’s worse is that you know exactly why he can’t speak, because you’re thinking about it, too.
“So, uh,” you begin, and Jungkook makes a gagging sound from behind you. “Come here often?”
Namjoon ignores you. “Right, right, the intro…” He sucks in a breath. “Welcome back to another episode of Put Him in the Trash, I’m—”
“Joon—”
“Namjoon, and my co-host here is—”
“Joon, that’s not—”
“Piper. Wait, why are you looking at me like that?”
“That’s not the name of our podcast.”
“Huh?”
“You said Put Him in the Trash.” Namjoon just blinks. “It’s Place Him Gently in the Garbage.”
“Is it? Since when?”
“Since forever?”
He looks at Jungkook, who is hiding behind his hands. “Is she right?”
A beat of silence. “I can’t do this,” he half-shouts, half-whines. “Are you two going to be like this forever? Because if you are, I’m quitting. I’m so serious. I’m gonna quit. I can’t take it anymore. The two of you are insufferable.” Another beat of silence, before Jungkook stands at full height and lords over you and Namjoon. “Forget today. Just go home and try again on Monday. This is so—I’m seriously gonna quit.”
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Yoongi comes on Saturday afternoon to pick up Holly.
Yijeong isn’t with him, which is almost disappointing. Now that he’s dating again, you were looking forward to seeing just how awkward it could get with the three of you in the same room, but he looks good. Refreshed. The trip clearly did a world of good for him, and you can’t even bring yourself to crack a joke at his expense.
He, however, has no such hang-ups. “You look like shit.”
“Weird way to say thank you.” You click your tongue and look down at Holly. “Do you see how your father treats me? You should bite him.”
“My son would never. But also, thank you.” He flops onto the sofa. “You do look like shit, though. You wanna talk about it?”
“Not with you, preferably.”
“Oh, gross, is it a dating thing, then?”
“I—no.” You pause. It’s not a dating thing, but you still feel like you’ve got motion sickness whenever you think about it. How would you even begin to explain this to Yoongi, anyway? Someone wrote a porn fic about me and Namjoon. You remember Namjoon, right? Namjoon, that I’ve known and have been friends with since college. Yeah, that Namjoon. Anyway, someone wrote fanfiction about us having sex, and it fucked me up so bad I can no longer be in the same room as him.
No fucking way.
“You look like you’re holding in a fart.”
“You know, I’m getting really sick of you. Did you just come here to insult me?”
He snorts, but his smirk dissipates a few seconds later, a familiar seriousness filling the void. “We’re okay, right? Was the Yijeong thing too soon?”
“No,” you answer immediately, leaning over to flick him on the forehead. “We’re fine, and if you’re happy, then I’m happy for you.” He still looks doubtful. “You want me to start singing ‘I Will Always Love You’ or something? It’s just… weird work stuff.”
“Depends. Are you singing the Dolly Parton or Whitney version? And real work or podcast work?”
“Podcast work, and obviously the Whitney version.”
Yoongi seems surprised by this, eyebrows disappearing beneath his fringe. “Like, the podcast with Namjoon?” He presses his tongue into the fat of his cheek when you nod your head. “Not gonna lie, I didn’t think that was possible.”
“Like I said, it’s weird. It wasn’t, like, an argument or anything.”
“How weird?”
“You’re so fake, Min Yoongi. You act like you’re so distinguished and above drama, but really you’re just as hungry for gossip as the rest of us.”
He shrugs. “I’m not denying it.”
God help you, you’re going to rip off the band-aid. “Someone… Jesus, this is so embarrassing. Someone… wrote? Fanfiction? About us.”
“About you and Namjoon?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my god—”
“About us… uh. Having sex? Specifically.”
“Oh my god—”
“Jungkook found it and thought it’d be funny if we read it for an episode.”
“Oh my god?”
“So we did? And it was really weird, which I expected, because I’ve known Namjoon for a long time, and I never, ever thought about having sex with him because we were together and me and Namjoon are friends, so yeah, it was fucking weird. But now… I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about it? And now we can’t even be in the same room as one another.” Yoongi is a concerning shade of red. “So our show is gonna get canceled, because we can only release b-side stuff for so long until people realize something’s up, and it was Namjoon’s podcast to begin with so obviously I’ll get fired—”
“Oh my god, you want to fuck Namjoon.”
Yoongi sounds like a strangled cat when he says this, which does not help the way you feel like you’ve been hit square in the face with a frying pan. “No,” you argue, though it sounds more like a question. You do not want to fuck Namjoon. “No, no. No. It’s just because it was weird.”
“Did you forget I dated you for six years? I know what you look like when you want to fuck someone.”
“You’re telling me you wouldn’t be weird if someone wrote fanfiction about you fucking your friend?”
“Not if I didn’t actually want to fuck them, no.”
“You’re a liar. Get your dog and get out of my apartment.”
Yoongi laughs as he stands. Pats you on the back in the most condescending way you’ve ever had someone pat you on the back. “Let me know how it goes. No need to give me credit for your moment of horny clarity.”
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Min Yoongi is a bastard.
Unfortunately, as you come to find out, he’s also a correct bastard.
You want to fuck Namjoon.
Which is… not great, you have to admit, considering he can barely stand to be around you, so you take another cold shower and decide you’re going to take this to your grave. You’re going to spend the rest of the weekend getting your shit together, and you’re going to show up on Monday and be a consummate professional. You’re going to look at Namjoon and say, ha ha, isn’t it so funny someone thought we would have sex? I don’t think about it at all because I am so cool and normal about it.
You’ve got it all planned out. You’re going to show up fifteen minutes early with your own box of pastries. You’re going to look nice, if not a little pretentious—maybe a nice sweater. You’re going to be prepared with notes of your own. You might even be nice to the villain of the week so Namjoon doesn’t have to pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh at you.
And then someone knocks on your door.
You find Namjoon on the other side, and all your plans immediately go to shit.
Has he always been this tall? You can’t remember. You can’t remember a lot of things, including how to speak, because Yoongi had launched you into a crisis of epic proportions and now here’s the source of it, standing right in front of you. With all of his… height. And thighs. And that heady, musky cologne he always wears, that you can still smell now even though there’s an unfortunate amount of distance between you.
“Uh, hi.”
You blink. “Hi,” you parrot, and it’s a little insulting how one single word seems to have sucked up all of your brainpower. “Namjoon,” you tack on, not awkward at all.
“Sorry to just show up,” he says, scratching at the back of his neck. Very bad idea; makes his biceps bulge. You barely swallow your whimper. “It’s just—my phone’s still broken, and it felt bad leaving things how we did? So I was hoping we could talk.”
Talk. Namjoon wants to talk to you. Normally: not a problem. Currently: big problem. You manage a nod, open the door wider to let him in, and you don’t think about how jarring it is to have Namjoon in your space. You don’t think about how your legs feel like jelly all of a sudden, or what it’d be like if Namjoon bent you over the couch, or the kitchen counter, or the—
You cough. “Do you want anything to drink?”
“Oh, sure. Maybe just some water if you have it.”
If you have it. What kind of person doesn’t have water? But you tell him to make himself comfortable and get him some anyway, and you mull too long over the size of the glass. Ultimately decide on a smaller one, because if things get unbearably awkward you can excuse yourself to the kitchen to get more.
“I haven’t been here in a while,” Namjoon says from the living room, and when you look up he’s sorting through a stack of books near the window. Some he’d lent you months ago, notes jotted in the corners, sticky notes in the shape of sea animals on important pages. “You ever wind up reading this?”
The Idiot. Namjoon had raved about it when he was in the midst of his 19th century Russian phase, right after he’d read a bunch of Tolstoy and Pushkin. You shake your head—though, judging from the title, you wonder if someone hadn’t written your biography.
“It’s good. If you have the time, you should definitely give it a shot.”
“Yeah, of course,” you say, handing over his water. You take a seat in an armchair, pull your knees to your chest. Namjoon’s still looking through your books, isn’t looking at you, so it feels safe to say, “You wanted to talk?”
“Yeah.” He moves to sit on the floor, massive thighs spreading until he’s comfortable. Thank god he can’t see the look on your face. “I just wanted to make sure we’re alright. Things have felt pretty weird since we filmed the, uh.” He coughs. “Thing.”
“Right, yeah.” You realize he’s waiting for an answer, and you offer up a very rushed, “We’re fine, Joon.”
“Are you sure?”
Yeah, you’re sure: sure you absolutely cannot be having this conversation in the safety and sanctity of your own home. It’s tainted now, contaminated by all your uncontrolled horny thoughts about the man in front of you. You’ll have to fumigate. Might have to pick up and move, actually, or call an exorcist.
“I’m sure,” you assure him. “The… thing… was weird, but it’s fine. Temporary.”
“Do you think we shouldn’t have done it?”
That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? Because, in isolation, reading a porn fic about yourselves wasn’t a big deal. No one got hurt. Everyone who needed to be consulted was consulted. The episode made the two of you a lot of money, and Jungkook even promised to send some of it to the author, so your bases are beyond covered.
So, should you have done it? There wasn’t a good enough reason not to, because the story itself was never the problem.
The problem is staring you right in the face. It’s sitting on your floor, a book cracked in half at the spine and forgotten in his lap. The problem is looking at you like you hold all the answers to the universe’s secrets, and it’s no small thing to be looked at like that. The problem is that Namjoon is looking at you like that from across the room but you’re wondering what it’d look like from on top of you.
The problem is that you’ve co-hosted a podcast with Namjoon for three years, have known him even longer, and you’ve just realized today that you want to have sex with him.
And you can’t say that, can you, because Namjoon came here to fix things which really does not lend itself to a hookup. Namjoon cares about your friendship and your working relationship so much he came here to try and salvage it, so you’re going to keep your mouth shut. You’re going to say, “I think it’s okay that we did,” and leave it at that. Because it is okay.
Because you’re the problem.
It feels like a small victory when Namjoon sags in relief. When he exhales and says, “Okay, good, because I think so, too.”
“It made us a lot of money,” you tack on.
Namjoon’s eyes widen as he laughs. “Right? Like, that was almost too much money. Just to watch us read porn?”
“About ourselves. I think that was the selling point.”
He stands. You do, too. “Never thought I’d be doing that,” he says, returning the book to where it belongs. “Definitely the most embarrassing thing I’ve done for money.”
“Being a man with a podcast wasn’t embarrassing enough?”
He snorts. Gets closer to the door. “Hey now.” You’re going to survive this. “Thanks for entertaining me, by the way. For a second there I was really worried we’d fucked it all up.”
Just the ending. Just one more thing to say and you’ll be done with this, and then you can take your third cold shower in recent memory and triple text Yoongi with a full-fledged mental breakdown. Maybe he’ll bring Holly back and you can register him as your emotional support animal.
And Namjoon must sense the awkwardness that’s crept back in, because he tries to cover it with a joke. Says, “Haaa, like you’d actually piss on me, right?”
Except it sounds like he’s got a mouth full of marbles.
It’s no wonder you mishear him.
Because he says like you’d actually piss on me but you hear like you’d actually kiss me, and there isn’t a universe that exists in which the following makes sense: you, stunned into silence in the doorframe, Namjoon saying his goodbyes, you thinking fuck it, last chance and saying, “Yeah, I’d kiss you.”
Namjoon stops dead in his tracks. “What?”
Your entire body is on fire. “Is, uh. Is that not what you said?”
“I don’t think it matters anymore what I said.”
“I’d argue that it does, for the sake of my digni—”
“You’d kiss me?” Namjoon… doesn’t look put off of the idea, which is surely a point in your favor. Interesting to note that his diction is crystal clear, now. Bastard. “You’d kiss me right now?”
There’s also no explanation for the way you say: “It’s only been an option for ten seconds and you’re already begging for it?”
You’d say there’s no explanation for the way Namjoon’s jaw clenches, the way he repeats I don’t beg for anything, but maybe the simple fact is: the two of you want to fuck each other. And, judging from the way Namjoon crowds your space, keeps dropping his gaze to your mouth, it seems very likely to happen.
All that fixating you’d done on Namjoon’s thighs was wasted, you think, as you take in the shape of his mouth. His lips. The way his tongue darts out to run along the bottom at the last second before he reaches out, tilts your head up, and finally presses his mouth to yours.
And you’ve got to laugh, because no piece of written fiction could ever accurately portray what it feels like. How soft his lips are. The way he touches you—gentle, but still dominant enough to have you moving the way he wants, have you backing up into your apartment so he can smile against your mouth as he closes the door behind him.
No piece of fiction would get it right, the way you’re unsteady on your feet, breathless at the way Namjoon’s kissing you. How he only breaks apart long enough to ask where do you want me in that throaty, deep voice of his. How you’re so overwhelmed you can’t decide: unsure if you want to waste the time it’d take to get to your bedroom, but if it’s only going to happen once, wanting to make it count.
So you decide to risk it. Plant your hands in the middle of his exceptionally broad chest and push him in the direction of the hallway, and if the two of you can’t wait, can’t control yourselves, well.
But the story had gotten one thing right: Namjoon does kiss like a branding iron, hot and greedy. Namjoon kisses you like there’s nothing else he wants to do in this lifetime, and it makes you dizzy. Has you off-kilter, stumbling into the wall as you try to remember where the fuck your bedroom is and why it’s so far. Just like the fictional version of you, you also moan when he licks into your mouth.
“Should I do it the way we did in the fic?” Namjoon asks as the two of you cross the threshold into your bedroom, a cheeky grin on his face. “Do it like this?” he questions, pushing you gently until you’re on the back in the middle of your bed, chest heaving as you lift your head to look at him.
Namjoon is so, so big from where you lay, just hovering at the foot of your bed. Cheeks ruddy, bulge prominent. “What’d you say you wanted?”
Takes a second to remember how to breathe, let alone what you’d read. What do you want, Namjoon had asked, right before he’d sank to his knees in front of you. “Whatever you’re willing to give,” you answer.
Namjoon smiles. Puts one knee on the bed, and the way it dips beneath his weight is unsettling. Why does he have to be so fucking large. “That’s right, baby.” Christ, you think, because there’s another thing that fic had gotten right. No one on earth would be immune to Namjoon calling them baby in that tone of voice.
The riposte biting at the back of your teeth gets swallowed whole as Namjoon grabs your ankles and drags you to the edge of the bed. “May I?” he asks, hands poised above the waistline of your leggings. You nod, and Namjoon drags down your underwear with them. “Fuck, look at you,” he groans, awe creeping into the edge of his words.
“You want me to do it the same way? Hm? You’re being awfully quiet; thought you were giving me shit about being the one in charge,” he chides.
Because you’re short-circuiting. Namjoon’s on his knees, just like you’d envisioned, and his mouth is dangerously close to your cunt. How can you be expected to think and speak under these conditions? But if Namjoon can find the brainpower to be a bastard, so can you, because what you’d read and the way he’d reacted can both never be forgotten. So you thread your hands into his hair and pull. The resulting moan is enough to sustain you for years.
“Are you gonna keep running your mouth, or are you gonna make me come on it?”
He blinks. “Jesus Christ.”
There’s precedent. Fictional Namjoon ate you out like a man starved, like he couldn’t get enough. Had fictional you writhing and insatiable, so it’s a lot to live up to, but it doesn’t deter him in the slightest. He hesitates for only a second, giving you one last chance to back out before the two of you set every last boundary on fire, and then he’s settling between your thighs and making you see stars.
Now you know what it’s like. Now you don’t have to rely on fiction, and it doesn’t matter because it’d never compare to the way Namjoon feels as he works to bring you to your ruin. The way he flattens his tongue to lick long, thick stripes; the way his lips suction around your clit. The way it feels when he groans against your core. The way he says, “Fuck, you do taste good,” like that’s a completely normal thing to say. Like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing to you.
But you need more and Namjoon knows it. His mouth doesn’t leave your cunt for a second, but his fingers find your mouth, so you put on a show. Wrap your lips around them, suck on them the way he’s doing to you, make sure they’re slick. Namjoon groans again, doubles his efforts. Slides one thick finger inside of you and barely lets you adjust before he’s adding a second.
In an embarrassingly short amount of time, Namjoon has you unraveling. Presses incessantly on a spot that has your vision whiting out. Has you trembling, a little panicked as you say, “Joon, fuck—Namjoon, wait—” as it builds and builds and builds.
You might black out for a second, because you come to and Namjoon looks… stunned. He looks like he can’t believe any of what just happened, and you blink a few times, try to come back into your body, and when you regain enough consciousness, you’re extremely aware of the large wet patch beneath you.
“Um—”
“Holy shit.”
“Namjoon, that’s not—that’s embarrassing—can you grab a—”
He shuts you up with a kiss. Presses the taste of you into your skin, and all those silly protests die in your throat, because if Namjoon was needy before, he’s desperate now. Covers your body with his own, hips dipping down low enough to press his erection into the juncture of your thigh, and the weight of him is delicious. Has you fisting the fabric of his t-shirt to pull him closer, has you pulling it over his head, his pants following. Has your hands skimming down every thick part of his body until you reach his cock, hard and aching and slick with pre-cum.
“I need to suck you off later,” you say, done with overthinking. Time to just be honest, and Kim Namjoon has a dick you need to feel down your throat. “Remind me.”
He whines, thrusts into your hand a little harder. “How could I forget that?”
“Don’t know. Didn’t know if this would be the only time,” you answer. “Did you bring a condom?” Namjoon nods, fetches one from his wallet and rolls it on.
He hovers above you again. Looks nervous, all of a sudden, like he can’t tell his lefts from his rights. All out of sorts. You’re about to tell him it’s fine, you don’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to, don’t have to do anything at all, when he says, “It doesn’t have to be.” You just stare. “The only time.”
There’s a conversation to be had. You know that. Both of you clearly have feelings you need to talk about and sort out, but you reckon they can wait. They’ll still be there in the afterglow, in the morning. So you nod, say okay, Joon, and kiss away the insecurities that still linger.
You think about the fic. Think maybe Namjoon would appreciate it if you cracked a stupid joke, just like he’d tried to do earlier. “Has anyone ever called your cock stupid?”
He laughs, breath fanning against your skin. “No. Wanna try it and see what happens?”
Might as well. You try to remember the exaggerated tone of voice you’d used. Repeat the line—“Do you even know what to do with that big, stupid cock?”—and wait.
There’s a beat of silence, and then—
Namjoon swallows thickly. “I, um. Unfortunately, I think that really works for me.” You laugh. Pull him closer. Wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to move against you. Has jokes of his own. “Please. Please let me fuck you.”
You roll your eyes, laugh tapering into a giggle. “Do you know how?” Namjoon nods, looking all too much like a puppy eager to please its owner. “Do you promise?” He nods again. “Okay. Okay, come here.”
You expect him to move fast; expect the first time to be frenzied and a little awkward. It isn’t. Namjoon lines himself up and pushes the smallest bit inside, and then he’s leaning down to kiss you. Threads your fingers together, squeezes your hand. Pushes further inside and mumbles praise just beneath your ear.
It’s dizzying, the amount of care Namjoon handles you with. How soft he is. Does nothing to ease the discomfort of the stretch, the overwhelming fullness, but he talks you through it. Tells you how good you feel, how beautiful you look. Spills a lot of words you’d probably be embarrassed to hear and he’d be embarrassed to say if this was any other time, but in the heat of the moment it all just works to unravel you faster.
He bottoms out. “Okay?” he asks, and you’re rewarded with a dimpled smile when you say you are. Namjoon is a devastating kind of beautiful.
But, as he gives you time to adjust and you give him the all-clear, he also fucks like a demon. What once was hand-holding is now your wrists pinned to the bed, your body caged beneath him as he rolls his hips at a pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head. You’ve been deceived. Lured into a false sense of security.
It’s almost a shame this isn’t being recorded, because you want to memorize all the sounds Namjoon’s making. Want to hear them for the rest of your life. Don’t want anyone else to be the reason he sounds like this, and as he ups his pace and presses his lips to your neck, you don’t want to sound like this because of anyone else, either.
Maybe one of those times in the future, you can talk him into it.
Namjoon reaches down, rubs circles into your clit. Every time you think you might be close, he pulls his hand away, smiles like the devil. You let him have his fun for a while, let him think you’re keen to lie back and take it, and then you tighten your legs around his waist and flip him onto his back.
He doesn’t think it’s very funny. Looks up at you all bewildered. “What’re you—”
“You were taking too long,” you snark. “Figured I’d take matters into my own hands.”
“Yeah? Shit,” he says as you begin to move. “Fuck, baby, like that. Ride me just like that.”
You do. Don’t change a thing, because Namjoon’s cock is long and thick enough to hit exactly where you need it to. You can feel yourself clenching, feel yourself getting wetter, and the sight of Namjoon beneath you does nothing to stave off the inevitable. He looks even better than you’d imagined: skin flushed, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, sweat-slick. You want to make him cry. Want to give him the entire world. You will.
Namjoon thrusts at the same time you roll your hips, and that’s what does it. Has you crying out, has stars flashing behind your eyelids. Has you saying fuck, fuck, fuck as he drives you over the edge for the second time. Has you on the brink of oversensitive as he thrusts a few more times to chase his own end, almost delirious at the way Namjoon moans as he spills into the condom.
Has you swooning, just a bit, at the dopey way Namjoon smiles at you, eyes half-lidded and crinkled at the corners.
“Was that okay?”
You snort. “Yeah, I’d say it was decent.”
“Maybe next time you could pee on me,” he jokes.
You whack him on the chest. “Sure. Or we could record it.”
Has you a little shocked at the way his cock twitches inside of you at the mention of it.
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On Monday, you don’t wear a pretentious sweater.
When you stroll in, Jungkook’s already got the best donut shoved halfway into his mouth because he’s a shithead. He eyes you warily, probably hoping with all his hope that you spent the weekend finding God and getting your shit together.
And then he realizes you’ve got on Namjoon’s hoodie and he nearly chokes to death.
“What the fuck are you wearing—”
Namjoon appears at that very moment, and it’s so hard not to take credit for the way he’s glowing, the dazed smile on his face. But Jungkook notices, because Jungkook notices everything, and his gaze darts between the two of you: your hoodie, Namjoon’s face, your face. He opens his mouth, something inappropriate bound to spill out, but Namjoon beats him to the punch. “Ready?” he asks you, and you nod.
It’s seamless.
No hiccups, no awkward stuttering. Namjoon gets through the intro without a hitch, and it feels exactly like it used to. Just two friends having a conversation. It’s obvious Jungkook still wants to say something, but after suffering through last week, he stays quiet lest he makes it worse and sends the two of you back to the bad place.
“How was your weekend, Pipe? Do anything fun?” Namjoon rolls his lips, tries not to laugh.
So you play along. “No, not really, just some dog sitting. How about you?”
“Oh, you know me. Had another first date on Saturday.”
“Did you? How’d it go?”
“Perfect.”
It’s a blessing Jungkook isn’t filming this, because your eyebrows raise so far they nearly disappear from your face altogether. There isn’t even a hint of hesitation in Namjoon’s voice, and although you would’ve described it the same way, hearing him say it with such conviction has you a little stunned. “Wow. You gonna see her again?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon says, sharing a private smile with you. “I think I am.”
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who the FUCK is namjoon dating Posted by u/pod-shipper 7 minutes ago This has honestly ruined my entire day. I thought all the stories he told about dating were a bit… Like, what kind of guy has a podcast about relationships but can’t seem to be in one? But you could just HEAR it in his voice how much he likes this woman he went on a date with over the weekend and I’m sick to my stomach. (+2195) ↳ bro you and me both 😭 i genuinely thought him and piper had something going on fr (+1302) ↳ Seriously might stop listening because of this! Any woman with self-respect would never let their partner host a podcast with someone they’re obviously in love with. If he gets serious with this woman, Piper will be gone within 6 months, mark my words. (+927) ↳ I wouldn’t worry about it too much! My cousin works at a really nice restaurant in the same city Namjoon lives in, and she said she saw this “date” on Saturday and that it wasn’t anything serious. (+788) ↳ Piper got a cat and Namjoon finally got a second date. Face it, it’s over. (+325) ↳ cannot believe him and piper aren’t dating.. do you think i should delete all my tiktok edits? (+4) ↳ this is unhinged lmfao i thought y’all hated piper? you’re in here bitching abt her being a “misandrist” every week and now ur gonna stop listening bc namjoon isn’t dating her? pick a lane and stay in it (-64)
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marxy-06 · 9 months
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Favorites Rec List 3
More of my favs -> Thanks to all these incredible writers for making my day a little better :))
Kim Namjoon
Stretch you out (@chateautae)
A little bit in love with you (@joonbo)
Mr. masseuse (@lavenjoon)
"Let me take care of you" (@mintelepathy)
Fantasies (@sweetwritertanya)
Kim Seokjin
24/7 Marriage counselor (@jimlingss)
A better grip (@jinkookspencil)
A helping hand (@jjungkookislife)
You again (@gashinabts)
Soarin' (@aquagustd)
Seokjin's ho ho ho (@yoongsisbae)
Jealous (@youtifulhobi)
Sacrifices (@justcallmenikki7)
Influence (@aquagustd)
Min Yoongi
Back burner (@yoonpobs)
Escapism (@yoonlattesworld)
Finding home (@helenazbmrskai)
Strawberry icecream (@euphoricfilter)
When I needed you (@dreamescapeswriting)
The cockpile: love birds (@httpjeon)
Crescendo (@ugh-yoongi)
Apricity (@delightfulserendipity)
Jung Hoseok
All it takes (@yoongiofmine)
Nibbling it (@jjksblackgf)
The promises we keep (@vyduan)
Your body is an artwork (@borathae)
Maybe the first, but not the last time (@euphoricfilter)
Park Jimin
Oh so reluctant (@back2bluesidex)
Pretty like you (@axigailxo)
Serendipity (@angellesword)
Blowing dandelions (@httpjeon)
All I need (@joonberriess)
Apricot (@vminity21)
Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)
Star light, star bright (@readyplayerhobi)
High school sweethearts (@choiwrites)
Taste of little (@maliby)
Cherry king (@jiminrings)
Turning to stone (@jjungkookislife)
He makes you insecure (@kookiesbuckethat)
Kim Taehyung
The art of touch (@chateautae)
Nude (@btssmutgalore)
Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)
Match made in heaven (@beenbaanbuun)
"I'll take care of you" (@guqwrvte)
Library kisses (@kwanslvr)
Jeon Jungkook
Way Back Home (@solemnreads)
Stretch you out (@chateautae)
Seven Days (@bonny-kookoo)
Jock!jungkook (@joonberriess)
Tracing your tattoos (@btsugarush)
Shades of red (@thatlongspringnight)
Pu$$y fairy (@angelguk)
Idealizations concerning real life relations (@venusiangguk)
Little blue pill (@dreamescapeswriting)
Brown eyed baby (@jeonstudios)
Superstar (@jinkookspencil)
Spicy n' sweet (@thvhoe)
The ability to fathom (@hanniwrites)
Bad omega, sweet omega (@helenazbmrskai)
"I couldn't live without you" (@jungk0oksthighs)
In my eyes (@axigailxo)
"Besties for the resties?" (@jessikahathaway)
You're leaving me (@delukoo)
Love; weakness (@akinnie75)
Bloodline (@jjkeverlast)
Greek god (@bonny-kookoo)
Size kink (@lavenjoon)
Ex on the beach (@beahae)
Off-league (@hansolmates)
Accidental roommates (@jjkeverlast)
Good girl (@bonny-kookoo)
Crazy (@kookiecrumb)
Curious boy (@jinkookspencil)
Confident (@h0neypjm)
Still perfect (@cupoftaae)
OT7
Trouvaille (@spookyserenades)
A comforting hand (@purpleyoonn)
Abundance (@angelicyoongie)
Appreciation (@vminizzle)
Reaction: faking orgasms (@dreamescapeswriting)
Mean kitty, soft kitty (@purpleyoonn)
Best of us (@bts-trash-blog)
You belong (@imnotlauriane)
(If you have any recs pls share, especially for Hobi, Jin, & Rm :))
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dirtykpopsnaps · 5 months
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Here’s the request for Joon!
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euphoricfilter · 6 months
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.  . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist
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31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.
please read the warnings for each chapter!!
・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚.
☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play
tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding
tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia
tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink
tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration
tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports
tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming
tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation
tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation
tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting
tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering
tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting
☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use
☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking
☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism
☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism
☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo
☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play
☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play
☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari
☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator
☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing
☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink
☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge
☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink
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hoseoksluna · 3 months
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BOOKWORMS | knj
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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 &lt;;3
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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.
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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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Coming your way this holiday season! Whether you've been naughty or nice, you'll have seven fics to unwrap by @kpopfanfictrash , @leahsfavefics , @kithtaehyung , @yoonia , @cybrsan and @sugaurora.
All second chance romance. All holiday themed. All attempting to utilize the same quote: "The holidays aren't so bad with you around." Come down the chimney, embrace your inner Vixen, and warm up this season with the Jingle All the Way collab!
Content Creator: all amazing banners are made by the truly spectacular @kithtaehyung!!
(Links to be added as fics are posted)
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Title: The Ten Days of Ex-Mas
Author: @kpopfanfictrash
Pairing: Jimin x Reader (f)
Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; hockey player au, second chance au, oh noo there was only one bed
Summary: Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling.
Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend you’re still dating – and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.
Posting Date: December 19th, 2023
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Title: All I Want for Christmas is Joon
Author: @leahsfavefics
Pairing: art historian!Namjoon x art historian!reader (f)
Rating/genre: m (18+) angst, fluff, smut, second chance au
Summary: You have had a rough year following the mutual break up with your grad school sweetheart. On a whim, you book a spontaneous trip to Europe for the holidays to help get you out of the funk you’re in and assert your independence. It would be great, if it weren’t for the fact that you keep bumping into your ex boyfriend.
Posting Date: December 21st, 2023
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Title: Back to December
Author: @kithtaehyung
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader(f)
Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; brother’s best friend au, wedding au, second chance au
Summary: Ever since you left town to pursue your dreams, life has fast forwarded into one big blur. so when you hit pause to attend your brother’s wedding exactly three years later, your brain instinctively resets and rewinds. because you have to spend it with the very person that had been there at the start. the one person you regret leaving behind.
Posting Date: TBD
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Title: A Christmas Fix
Author: @yoonia
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader(f)
Rating/Genre: M (18+), secret baby au, s2l au, fake dating au on the side (more on that later)
Summary: One-night stands are supposed to be nothing more than just. It shouldn’t have involved seeing those two red lines looking back at you weeks later without a name or a contact number linking you back to your mystery man. Nothing more but his face. The unforgettable face that would sometimes appear in your dreams at night. So unforgettable that you immediately recognise him the moment he walks into your family home at Christmas, hand-in-hand with your older stepsister.
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Title: Everwinter
Author: @kithtaehyung
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader(f)
Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; ex-fwb 2 lovers au, second chance au
Summary: You told him you loved him, and that was a mistake. Because years later, you both meet up with your old friend group for a holiday trip, and neither of you have forgotten that.
Posting Date: TBD
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Title: Miracle of the Season
Author: @cybrsan
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; angel au, second chance au
Summary: Cast out of Heaven after a painful betrayal, you find yourself having to navigate the intricacies of human life without any guidance from the Creator or the family you have always known. Things only get worse as the holiday season reaches its peak, with reminders of the life you left behind everywhere you look. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, a familiar face pops up and you aren’t sure whether to consider it a blessing or a curse.
Posting Date: December 29th, 2023
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Title: A Porn Star's Guide to the Holidays
Author: @sugaurora
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader(f)
Rating/Genre: M (18+); smut; second chance au
Summary: Jung Hoseok was your first love, a relationship that ended only because your post-high school dreams led you down two very different paths. Yours brought you to Jeon Jungkook, an innovative talent agent promising to produce the most well-loved adult entertainment artists of the era. And that’s how you became an erotic market darling, doing just about everything from outdoor gangbangs to golden showers and a long list of kinks in between.
Ten years later and you’re ready to find a new path, celebrating your exit from the business with one last appearance at the biggest adult industry convention of the year. Only when you arrive, you find yourself unexpectedly face-to-face with your high school sweetheart. Suddenly, you’re forced to confront where the years have taken you and feelings that may have never quite gone away.
What’s a former porn star to do?
Posting Date: TBD
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