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Weak When You’re Around

Summary: After a drunken night and meeting a tall man at the club, the reader realizes the fun is far from over. 

W/C: 1,921

Genre: college student!au, new relationship, fluff, smut

Tags: mutual masturbation, dom!Namjoon, oral (f receiving), namjoon likes to praise the reader, I’ll be honest there’s not much of a plot it’s mostly just smut lol

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masterlist

Part 1 of the Silk Series

mafia!Namjoon x reader

mafia! au, Arranged marriage! Au

7.6k words

mature 👁 (who am I?), romance, fluff, implied first time? (Or maybe just no one’s ever loved her right)

Hi guys! surprise! Guess who’s back with a brand new one shot? I’d had an idea I was so tempted to try. It was supposed to be really quick, maybe just a few hundred words- more a blurb than anything else- but very quickly grew into an almost 8 thousand word story in the course of a day. This is very different for me. I’ve never toyed with mafia! au’s, and I’ve never written a proper story with Namjoon. Halfway through, I even though of changing it to Hobi- but joon is just too perfect for this genre. This is the first time I’ve ever written or shared a story that got quite this intimate. Clearly, since it’s me, there’s still a ton of heart, but writing this part of a love story is very new for me- so posting this comes with quite a bit of vulnerability. Feedback would be amazing. The absolutely beautiful moodboard was made by the ethereally talented @today-we-will-survive . It suits the story so perfectly in every way. I even went back to tweak small details to match up with her picture selections after I saw the board because they were just so impeccable.

I hope you enjoy it! —Christiana 💕✨

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“There she is.”

His gravelly voice sent a chill down your spine as you entered the room, softly locking the door behind you. Rolling his head to the side, Namjoon met your eyes. His gaze was so enticing, so seductive in the dark, but his smile was warm as ever. You were a puddle in his hands the second his dimples showed up and he knew it. As his eyes lazily raked over you, he opened his arms in invitation.

“Come here, baby girl.” 

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Champagne Silk | KNJ

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⋅summary: Almost year ago, you became the arranged bride of the most powerful man in the city, Kim Namjoon, but this morning, with you, he’s just a man who’s head over heels for you who can’t help getting lost thinking about his future with you.

Alternatively: no matter how powerful a man Namjoon is, he is still a klutz in the kitchen. A sexy klutz though.

⋅ author’s masterlist

⋅part two of the Silk series ( read part 1 here)

⋅also the second installment of breakfast with bangtan series (masterlist here)

⋅pairing: mafia!namjoon x reader

⋅genre: mafia! au, arranged marriage! Au, smut, fluff, angst, established relationship

⋅word count: 15.5k words

⋅rating: mature

⋅warnings: a generous amount of consensual sexual activities 🙃, brief scene of oral sex, impregnation kink, a shared bath tub, multiple instances of christiana being uncomfortable with using proper technical names for genitalia and being intentionally ambiguous instead. (honestly it’s more tame and wholesome than you think but god, if these two aren’t hot for each other )

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“Damn it.” 

The sound comes rumpled from the other side of the kitchen, like someone’s trying to keep it hidden. It’s so subdued and muttered that around anyone else, it might have been successfully hidden. But not right now. And certainly not with you. Because you know the distinct, adorable huff of your husband’s regret in an instant.

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Practical Skills

Summary: In the world of the wealthy, Kim Namjoon is like a gentleman among piranhas. You’re an heiress desperate to make your marriage date unsuccessful. What happens when you say something the gentleman is not supposed to hear? Part 4 of the No Time for Love oneshot series.

Genres: smut, fluff

Tags: CEO! Namjoon, rich girl! OC, brat!OC, Dom!Namjoon, sub!OC, consent!!!!!, colour system, small argument, hand kink (OC’s), sir kink, Namjoon’s duality ruining my life, aftercare

Warnings: small age gap, OC is 23, joon is 26, unprotected sex (be safe IRL), light breath play

WC: 3689 (3.7k)

When your parents tell you the newest man they have found for you, you have a good laugh about it. His name is Kim Namjoon, the renowned author and CEO of a famous publishing company. You have heard great things about the man, his reputation even filtering into your college’s rich-kid circle. He’s from a family of professors, a successful gentleman known for his soft spoken nature in the piranha pool that is the chaebol world.

It’s funny to you not because you have anything against the guy, it’s just a funny pair. Ever since you reached “marriageable age” to your parents last year, they have been on your case to try to find a suitable bachelor for you. Of course, marriage in the chaebol world is the equivalent of a business deal. You’re not interested in marriage to start with, but that kind of marriage is one you would never agree to. So here you are, a piranha in training, about to go on a date with a best selling writer known for his romantic philosophies on life.

You already know this date is going to be fun. (Fun for you, of course — your parents will be pulling their hair out later when nothing comes out of it).

In true romantic fashion, Kim Namjoon messages you before the date asking if you would like to stop by a bookstore. You think it’s sweet of him to put in effort for a date both of you know is only for long-term monetary gain.

So to respect Kim Namjoon’s romantic personality (and also because you’ve heard the man is a real treat for the eyes), you decide to play the sweet girl role today. You dress yourself up pretty, in a pink dress with a modest skirt and cutesy accessories, and put your hair in an elegant half-up half-down look.

And from the blush on Kim Namjoon’s face when you meet him, it works like a charm.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Y/L/N. Thank you for making time today.” Namjoon says kindly, shaking your hand. The rumours are all true when they say Kim Namjoon is a real work of art. His hair is pitch black, styled back. He’s tall, he’s polite, and he has a beautiful set of dimples that show when he smiles at you.

But for you, a red flag goes up in your head at the way he’s looking at you. Like he’s taking this whole situation seriously.

You know it will be work getting him off your back, since he’s probably a romantic and all that. But as much of a playgirl as you are, you don’t like to hurt people’s feelings. So instead of trying to annoy him away, you decide to try a new method: emphasizing how much you two wouldn’t work. That should clear any romanticism lingering in his head about this arrangement nicely. You think, praying on this plan to work.

You follow Namjoon inside the bookstore you agreed to meet up at. This place is popular for college age couples, a two-level shop where students can study with a cafe, too. Somehow you think Namjoon did it intentionally due to the 3-year age gap between the two of you.

Namjoon guides you upstairs to a table near a window, giving a nice view of the street below.

“Should we try the food here?” You ask Namjoon sweetly, mostly to buy yourself some time. Namjoon nods, picking up a copy of the menu.

“So I hear you’re attending a very prestigious college, Miss Y/L/N.” Namjoon nervously tries to break the ice.

You smile tightly. As expected, Kim Namjoon has done his research on you. He won’t buy the dumb act like other men do. “Ah, yes. Actually… I must be honest with you. I’m a little unsure about getting married right now since I’m graduating this year.”

Namjoon puts his menu down, his full attention on you. “We don’t need to rush anything at all, Miss Y/L/N. We can take as long as you like to get to know each other. Same thing for if we choose to go forward with marriage, too. Both of my parents are professors, so I totally agree about focusing on education first.”

You fake a laugh. Oh, he’s persistent. “Don’t you think I’m a bit young for you? I mean, it is a three year age gap.” You lie.

Namjoon considers what you’re saying. “Is it uncomfortable for you? Personally I’m okay with it. Like I said, we can always take things slowly and have open discussions about what we like, there’s no rush to figure it all out on the first date.”

You smile and nod, hating how everything he says makes so much sense. You can’t find a single thing to poke a hole in, much less weasel your way out of this situation. But you’ll surely try.

You raise your hand to catch the attention of a waitress. You order a slice of chocolate cake and a cup of tea, and Namjoon orders a cup of coffee and a pastry. You ask Namjoon about his job at the publishing company, buying yourself time to think of a way to make him hate you.

Your eyes slide down to Namjoon’s lips, appreciating how pretty they are. You wish this date was like all the others you have been on, where you could go home with this handsome stranger and call it a night. You watch Namjoon’s hands move through the air as he explains his job, his long and slender fingers decorated with rings and a gold watch on one wrist. He’s steady and mature, and so your mind unintentionally slips away to the things you could do with him if he was just a little… rougher.

Your eyes trail back to his lips, and then up to his eyes. You startle at the sight. Namjoon’s eyes are now narrowed, darker than before. He noticed you looking at his hands. You swallow dryly at the way his tongue creates a small bulge on the inside of his check. “S-Sorry, did you ask me something?” You fluster, accidentally knocking the fork out of your plate. You hiss as chocolate icing smears the front of your new dress.

You grab napkins from the dispenser on the table, trying to dab at them.

“Here, you can borrow mine.” Namjoon stands up, reaching over to pass you the handkerchief from his suit pocket. But the effect is the opposite, since Namjoon accidentally knocks over your cup of tea, too. “Oh no, I’m so sorry!” Namjoon exclaims, getting out of his seat.

You sigh, standing up from the table. “It’s okay, I’ll just fix it in the bathroom.” You tell him, grabbing your phone and walking off before Namjoon can say anything.

You frown as you try to clean the stains with a mere paper towel, not achieving anything. As you’re frustratedly cleaning, your phone rings. It’s a call from your best friend, who knows the renowned Kim Namjoon’s reputation as well as you do.

“Hey,” You answer the phone on speaker since no one else is in the bathroom but you.

“How’s the date going?” Your best friend asks immediately. You sigh as the tea stain and chocolate icing now smear together to make a bigger stain.

You quit cleaning, and decide to wash your hands instead. “He’s actually really nice, but you know how I feel about marriages for wealth. Not to mention, he’s kind of clumsy. He seems like the type to not have any practical skills, you know? Like, he needs a wife to do everything for him. Maybe that’s why he wants to get married so badly, you never know with men and their intentions.”

“Ouch, that’s mean.” Your best friend laughs on the other end.

You laugh with her, grabbing paper towels to wipe your hands. “Yeah, well that’s the truth. But he is hot though, so depending on how the rest of the date goes—”

You bump into someone just outside the door. bumping into someone as you go to put your mirror away. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” You say instantly, looking up.

It’s Namjoon. From the unimpressed look on his face, he heard everything. You feel yourself go pale. “Y/N? What happened?” Your best friend asks.

“I-I’ll call you back.” You say, and hang up quickly. Namjoon looks down at you.

“I’m going to assume our date is over then?” Namjoon asks curtly.

You flush, feeling guilty. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to say—”

“You didn’t mean for me to hear it.” Namjoon corrects you, his patience clearly maxed.

You bite your lip, about to apologize again when a small group of friends come around the corner. Namjoon turns away from you, leaving the small hall. You follow him quietly to the table. You notice the waitress is already waiting there, likely having been called over by Namjoon.

“It’s fine, I can pay.” You say quietly, feeling awful for hurting a nice man’s feelings with your cynicalness. Namjoon ignores you, pulling out his wallet and paying. He looks straight at the waitress and smiles, saying thank you, but doesn’t spare you a second glance.

You’ve never been one to chase a man, but you know when to set your pride aside. You follow Namjoon out of the bookstore and down the flight of steps in front of the building. “Namjoon, please wait--” Your voice is cut off by a cry of pain when you roll your ankle.

An arm wraps around your waist, catching you from falling down the last five or so steps. You look up at Namjoon, grateful but he is still angry, his jaw clenched when he looks at you. “You know,” He whispers. “I was trying to be a gentleman today, but you’re really pushing me.”

You bite your lip and his eyes follow the movement. “Please let me make it up to you.”

Namjoon inhales sharply. “Careful what you ask for, Y/N. I don’t think a girl like you can handle me.”

You chuckle, truly amused at that. You raise an eyebrow at him. “Wanna bet?”

Namjoon’s dark eyes leave you for a split second, pulling you aside when people come out the doors behind you. He takes your hand in his large one, pulling you along like this is something he has always done. You realize where he’s leading you, to the parking lot. “Do you know the colour system?”

You’re shocked. You thought for sure Namjoon was the romantic, wait-till-marriage vanilla sex type. Namjoon chuckles. “Do you?” He asks again.

“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.” You say in awe. Then, you glance around. “Did you bring a car?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “I had my driver drop me off. But I assume you did, so you can drive.” He smirks, no longer entertaining your bratty act. You can’t lie, the change in attitude is exactly what you’re looking for. If Kim Namjoon was a daydream as a gentleman, he’s a wet dream when he talks like this.

You unlock your car, and Namjoon walks around to the passenger side. When you start the car, Namjoon pulls up the navigation on his phone and puts his address in. You’re utterly shocked at his demands when he holds his phone up to you with a grin. “Let’s go, babe.” He says, a hint of the sweet gentleman returning. But there’s nothing sweet at all about the way his hand comes to hold your exposed thigh as you drive.

You’re really in for it this time.

🖤🖤🖤

Namjoon is a better liar than you expected. He’s all polite when you get out of the car, maintaining a nice distance between the two of you on the walk to the elevator. He bows hello to passing by neighbours and effortlessly dodges the questioning looks about who you are. But once it’s just the two of you in the elevator, he pulls you close again, one hand on your waist. “My title is sir, and yours is baby. How do you feel about punishments?” He asks you, fingers tracing circles on the small of your back.

You shiver. “I-I like punishments.”

Namjoon chuckles. “I had a feeling, but I thought I should check.”

Namjoon brings you inside the luxury apartment with surprisingly less haste than you imagined. He guides you to the living room, full of windows overlooking the city. His apartment is up high, but it’s not the view that takes your breath away. You watch with bated breath as Namjoon takes his suit jacket off and rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. “Colour.” Namjoon checks again, eyes sultry.

“Green, sir.”

Namjoon pulls you in faster than you expected, the two of you crashing down onto the sofa. He kisses with no hesitation, all tongue and passion that takes your breath away. You can’t even think about trying to dominate this kiss, he’s got you right where he wants you — beneath him. You dig your hands into his hair to make up for not being able to control the kiss, still feeling bratty. Namjoon gets back at you for it by bunching your dress up to your hips and firmly pinning your hips down.

You moan into his mouth, irritated that you can’t grind into him.

Namjoon breaks away from the kiss, sitting up to take his tie off. Namjoon laughs when he catches you eyeing it. “What? Want to get tied up?” Namjoon mocks you, making you blush. He cups your face, a dangerous glint in his eye. “I’ve got different plans for you, brat.”

You gasp as he picks you up into his arms with ease, and you scramble to hold onto him. Your legs wrap around his middle and you wrap your arms around his neck, getting wetter by the second.

Namjoon brings you down the hall into his bedroom, setting you down in the middle of a king-sized bed. He pulls up a chair in front of the bed, making you confused. He sits with his legs spread, looking indifferent. “Touch yourself. If you do a good job, maybe you’ll get my hands on you.”

You whimper at his hot gaze on your spread legs, and the wet patch on your panties. As much as you want to beg him, apologize and ask for a chance to be his good girl, you’re still feeling bratty. You know this is a game you’re bound to lose, but you try anyway.

You sit up on the bed, slowly taking your dress off. You set it aside, and then take your bra off. Namjoon looks amused to see your nipples are already hard, but you take it in stride. You start playing with your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers. You stare unashamedly at Namjoon’s hands in his lap, wishing they were his instead.

But when Namjoon’s expression doesn’t change, you start to get desperate.

You whimper. “Sir.”

“What’s that? You need me to do everything for you?” Namjoon mocks.

You pout, making Namjoon come closer. You move your panties to the side, revealing your wet clit. Namjoon looks down at it, his hand hovering close to your hole. You want him to fuck you so badly, but instead, Namjoon just smacks your pussy instead. You whine, making Namjoon smirk. “You didn’t think I was gonna help, did you? You said it yourself, Y/N, I don’t have any ‘practical skills.’”

You bite your lip, silently begging for him to let it go. Namjoon puts his thumb on your bottom lip, making you release it. He runs his thumb over your lip a few times, assessing you. “But if you beg really nicely, I might reconsider.” When you don’t say anything, Namjoon sits back again. “Finger yourself. Stop when I tell you.”

“Yes, sir.” You answer, lifting your hand to your mouth to suck on the digits. Namjoon’s jaw tightens again. You lower your fingers to your hole, inserting two fingers at once. You’re wet enough that they slide in and out with ease.

You pick up speed, already close to coming. “Slow down.” Namjoon orders sharply. You listen, but only with a pout. “Play with your nipples.” He says, and you do. The slow movements drive you insane, making your legs feel weak. You close your eyes, imagining the fingers inside you are Namjoon’s, his big hands touching you everywhere.

You gasp when you feel Namjoon’s real hands come to rest on your waist. They hold you, not tightly but as a firm reminder. His thumbs stroke at your ribcage, sending goosebumps down your abdomen. “Good girl, so obedient.” Namjoon praises in your ear, making you shudder. “Doesn’t that feel good? You like being put in your place, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“N-No, sir.” You retort, but both of you know it’s a lie.

Namjoon withdraws his hands. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, annoyed. “Go faster.” He orders.

You obey, spreading your legs and pumping in and out of yourself. You grind down on the bed, wishing it was Namjoon instead.

Your breathing becomes uneven as your orgasm approaches. Namjoon smacks your ass, forcing you to stop. “Take your fingers out. I want to see how wet you are.” You pout at the order, but do as you’re told. You spread your folds, showing him the glistening interior of your pussy. Your hole is dripping with pre-come, spilling down onto the bed with need.

“S-Sir, I want your fingers. Please, please.” You beg.

Namjoon laughs. “Cute.” He comes closer, planting his hands on your knees. “But I can’t help you, baby. I don’t have any ‘practical skills’, remember?”

“I’m sorry.” You say, so worked up that tears well up in your eyes.

Namjoon stops when he notices the tears in your eyes. “Colour, baby.” He whispers, cupping your face.

You lean into his touch. “Y-Yellow.” You whimper.

Namjoon pulls you into his arms instantly. “What do you need, baby? How do you want me to look after you?” He asks, rubbing your back reassuringly. You sniffle, burying your head in his neck.

“I need your touch, please. Wanna be good.” You cry, emotional from how deep you have sunken into sub space. Sure, like any brat you like being put in your place. But you don’t want your dom to ignore you, you want to be taken care of, too.

Namjoon presses a kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, baby. I’m not upset. Want me to make you feel good?” He asks, massaging your sides. You nod, holding him tight.

You allow him to lay you down against the pillows, giving you a firm but less dominating kiss. You cup his face, grinding up against him. You moan when you feel his clothed member against your pussy, the material rough against your clit.

Namjoon makes quick work of taking off his clothes, soon as naked as you. You rub your hands up and down his wide back greedily, loving the way his muscles tighten under your touch. You let out small moans as Namjoon kisses along your neck, sliding two fingers inside you at the same time. Namjoon’s fingers stretch you in a way your own could never, making you feel full. “Hh, so big.” You moan, making Namjoon laugh against your skin.

“So greedy, baby.” He comments, fucking his fingers into you harder. When he thinks you’re ready, Namjoon pulls out. You sigh in peace when he aligns his large cock to your entrance. You are grateful for the preparation, but even with how wet you are, it takes a moment for Namjoon to bottom out.

“P-Please move, sir.” You beg, and Namjoon listens. You cry out, tipping your head back in pleasure. Namjoon’s hands find your hips, digging in hard enough that you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow. You want that, you want it all so badly.

Namjoon wraps one arm around your waist, lifting you slightly off the bed as he fucks into you. You moan as his other hand comes to your neck, fingers pressing in just enough to make you lightheaded. You bring both of your hands on top of his, holding them against your neck.

“Who do you belong to?” Namjoon asks, his hips starting to stutter after a few minutes.

“You, you! Ahh, please, sir!”

Namjoon pushes the whole way into you, rubbing your clit expertly to make you come. You come so hard your thighs tremble, but Namjoon is right there to catch you. “Namjoon…” You whisper, breathless from coming.

“I know, baby. You did so good for me.” He praises, kissing you everywhere. You sink into his touch, feeling like you’re floating. “Good girl.”

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You bite your lip. “About the stuff I said earlier, are we cool about that?” You ask Namjoon.

He stops towelling his hair, looking over at you. You blush at his eyes on your body, focusing on wiping the water off so you can get dressed. “Of course.” Namjoon says, giving you an honest smile. Namjoon had helped you shower and peppered you with many kisses after the scene was over. Happy from the care but wanting to do something on your own, you try to dress yourself. Namjoon notices you fumbling with your panties, thighs still shaky as you try to put them on. He gently takes them from you and helps you put them on. Then, he turns you around, helping clasp your bra.

You lean in against his back, savouring his strong arms around you. “I admit I was harsh on you when you were being really sweet, that’s why I had to ask. I go on a lot of these marriage dates, you know.” You tell him.

Namjoon nods, kissing your temple. “Me too.”

You’re surprised at that. You thought Namjoon was the romantic type that would absolutely reject marriage dates. “Really? Why?” You ask, craning your head to look at him.

Namjoon smiles slyly. “To sharpen my ‘practical skills.’”

You scoff, making Namjoon laugh hard and kiss you again.

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new guy (m) | knj

title: new guy pairing: fuckboi!namjoon x organization president!reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; university au, enemies to lovers? summary: all you want to do is have a successful meeting after experiencing dwindling attendance. but the new guy is completely disrupting things… or is he? warnings: cursing, blowjob, choking, smartass joon in those grey joggers, size kink, hitting it from the back, unprotected (pls be safe), edging, namjoon does have a chain who is shocked, manhandling, creampie, light face/cunt slapping, body worship, jimin in business profesh lol notes: hi ! this is for @thebtswritersclub​’s january prompt “new” and i speedily wrote this entire thing bc i would very much like to stay a member LOL thank you to the admin team for being so understanding. love you all and appreciate all the hard work you do! also, thank you cee @yutasthetic​ for letting me use your pretty name! note 2: this is a bit unedited so i apologize in advance loll release date: january 29th, 2022, 7:17pm est word count: 5.5k

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“Thank you all for coming this evening! We have a lot of items on the agenda to discuss so please leave any questions for the end.” 

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Pardon?

♡ pairing: namjoon x f. reader

♡ genre: best friends to lovers, some fluff, smut [18+]

♡ summary: On Valentine’s Day (slash your birthday), you ask your best friend for a favor…

♡ wc: 2.4k

♡ warnings: cursing, joon in gray sweatpants, changed joon’s birthday, marking (biting, scratching, hickeys), BD!joon (are we surprised?), messy blowjob (gagging/choking), cock slapping, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie

♡ date: February 14, 2022

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bad for you || knj

Written for btsgoldnetwork’s Two Hearts, One Love Event.

↳  Combo #1 - Bad Boy AU + Popcorn + “Why are you looking at me like that?”

→ pairing: bad boy!namjoon x female reader → genre: smut, fluff → au/trope/rating: friends with benefits, best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, pwp, 18+ → summary: Namjoon’s got it bad for you. He just doesn’t know how to say it. → word count: 2.1k → warnings: mentions friends with benefits relationships, jealous namjoon, unprotected sex, oral sex(female receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, wrist pinning, soft sex, cursing, a little cockwarming, mentions a fight, mentions injuries, these two are idiots

→ a/n: this was written for the love of my life @yutasthetic​ . friend, I’m drunk in the club posting fics in the bathroom! yes, I love you that much and because it’s a flex for me😂. Anyway, I hope you like it!! This is so unedited, but written with love.

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His And Her Rules: 01

ღPairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

ღGenre: Smut

ღAu: Sugar Daddy au, bdsm au.

ღRating: 18+

ღWord Count: 5.85k

ღWarning(s): Nipple play, oral male and female receiving, explicit smut, unprotected sex,profanity, Lot of dirty talk, heavy and light bondage,gagging, heavy spanking, experiments with pain, Dom-sub themes, rough sex, lot of hair pulling, bdsm themes, spitting, cum eating, breath play, temperature play, sir kink,marking, biting, dom!namjoon, crying, begging,super messy, multiple orgasms, edging, orgasm denial, squirting, degradation, name calling, very light choking, punishments in sexual forms.

ღSummary: An art exhibition brings Kim Namjoon in your life, And your blunt nature and i-dont-give-a-f&$# attitude brings you in his. You are his first sugar baby and he is your sexual awakening, Inshort his rules in the bedroom and your rules outside the bedroom.

ღA/N: @introlxv Onyx i have a big list of thankyou's for you, thanks for giving me this idea by tagging me in the namjoon video, Thankyou for making this beautiful banner for me. I literally wrote this for you, Hope you like itღ

Drop me an ask or comment if you want to be added to the taglist.

ღTaglist - @bri-mal @shatzkrinslinzki @babycoffeefire

“Hyper-realistic isn't it?” A voice caught your attention which was solely undivided in admiring the beauty of the The Stillness of Water by Kim Tschang, You looked at the source of the voice and saw a tall man standing right beside you but eyes fixed on the painting.

“It is. Makes me think about the purpose of the painting.” He nods his head and both of you get back to admiring the painting, You trace the strokes of the brush and look at the drop which fascinates you to no end.

“Have you ever tried to understand the meaning of these paintings?”

“I think it means emptiness. Everything is empty at one point and everything returns to emptiness at some point.” The man turned towards you and gave you a bright smile.

“Namjoon.” He extends his hand and you take it with a smile.

“Y/n” The warmness and softness in his hand is quite opposite to the voice that he spoke to you earlier, You hold his hand a second longer and Namjoon makes no moment to withdraw it either.

You chat a little and start walking around the gallery, But what catches your attention more than the art itself is the man beside you and his firm hand at the low of your back. Somehow this gesture always does it for you. The way a man places his hand at the lower of your back always gets you butterflies and Not only did Namjoon place his hand on your back, But the firm grip of it told you a lot about him as a person.

You spoke at a length to Namjoon about Art, and you admired the man for the extensive knowledge and passion he had for art. Throughout the conversation you knew things for sure in the short span, Namjoon had a growing love for art and that took him places and made him wonder about so many different things in life.

“Care for some dinner?” You contemplated for a minute. He seemed like a pretty decent guy and judging by the ninety thousand dollar watch he was wearing, You could take a chance.

“Sure.”

“So Y/n what do you do apart from your love for arts?” Namjoon asked as he put on his seatbelt and he started his car and the engine roared to life.

“I am a sugar baby, but also I graduated in marketing, And i intend to make my career in it. Just networking my way so that I can make some opportunities for myself.”

“ A sugar baby and a marketing aspirant, Interesting”

“What do you do?”

“Well I am the CEO of Kim Holdings.” You just nodded casually at his statement, And Namjoon got back to driving. You could sense it in the way he was gently drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Ask it.”

“How did you become a sugar baby ? Pending bills, Side income or some tragic story?”You laughed out loud at his question, Is that what people think why girls become sugar babies?

“No, Nothing of that sort. Not everybody needs to have a tragic story to get into something that brings in financial Stability, I do it because why not? I have what a sugar daddy needs, and they give me what I need. It's a mutually beneficial transaction.” Namjoon smiled his full dimple smile at your answer, And for a moment you were glad he didn't judge you like sometimes people did.

“That's nice. I like the fact that you are so open about it.”

“What have I got to lose? It's not my concern anyways if you judge me for it.”

You reached the restaurant and Namjoon quickly opened the door for you. The firm hand stayed glued to your back as he led the way to one of the fanciest restaurants of Seoul. From the little over an hour that you had spent with him, You had come to a conclusion Namjoon was a gentleman. You had been with your share of gentlemen, But something was definitely different about Namjoon. You just have to figure out what.

“So tell me a little more about this?”

“What exactly do you want to know?”

“Well you can colour me as intrigued, Genuinely i've never given this a thought, Never felt the need to but honestly something changed.”

“Well i hope it's a good thing, Not that i care if its a bad thing.- Namjoon burst out laughing again before you could finish your sentence, And you doubted for a minute if it was right to come with him for this dinner, How were you supposed to enjoy your food if you had to spend the entire time with someone who was trying to judge you. You just hoped you were wrong.

“You really dont a give a fuck, Do you?”

“If i am either way getting judged, So the least i can do is not give a fuck.” Namjoon’s laughter died down as soon as he heard your statement and his hand immediately reached out to yours. He patted your hand gently, yet firm, not leaving room for you to withdraw your hand.

“Hey, I am not judging you, okay? Who am I to judge you for what you choose to do? And I laughed because this is such a rare sight. Generally people are put off by others' thoughts when it comes to sensitive topics. It's refreshing to see that you don't give a shit about it.“

“Thank God.”

“Why are you so intrigued about this entire thing though? Looking for a sugar baby?” You smirked at Namjoon’s gasp. Maybe you had hit the nail on the head.

“Should I be honest?”

“If it's a lie, Then don't bother telling it either.”

“God damn.” Namjoon loosened a button from his shirt and your eyes stayed glued to the little silver of skin that peeked through the opening. You noticed Namjoon already smirking at your drooling.

“Like what you see?”

“Maybe yes, Maybe No.”

“Uh huh, Maybe no huh? Tell that to your eyes.” This time it was your turn to choke, He had definitely noticed. You had no idea when you met him for the first time that this would also be the kind of conversation that would change your life.

“Will you be my sugar baby?”

“What? Where is this coming from?”

“Look, I know this looks too random. Meeting a stranger in an art museum, Having dinner with him and Then getting a proposal to become his sugar baby. But trust me, I really do want you to be my sugar baby.” The waiter chose the exact moment to bring in your orders and you waited for him to leave.

“Have you done this before?”

“No, But you can be my first. You can help me along the way.”

“Why me? You can literally find anybody.”

“If I wanted a sugar baby, trust me it's an easy thing, But I've never met someone who actually put this thought in my mind.”

You hadn't even thought about anything as such with Namjoon, You were fascinated by him that was for sure, But that had everything to do with his brain. You had one sugar daddy as of now, And you were quite happy with him for the past one year. Namjoon and Sugar Daddy didn't click in your mind, But now that he had mentioned you had started giving it a thought.

You were definitely attracted to Namjoon, Six feet tall, Dimples that could kill and a physique like a greek god, Of Course you were drooling internally. But you still had your doubts and you had to get rid of them.

“Look Namjoon, I am not looking to drain out your bank account, I genuinely do appreciate your generosity but i like my man to be pampered as well, I like a man whos confident, Knows what he wants and keeps up with his appearance, enjoys travelling and would be up to do new things with me. Can you keep up with that?”

Namjoon was gaping at you the entire time, You confidently spoke out what you looked for in a man, You had no doubts about your worth, Afterall you were bringing something to the table as well. You weren't just a pretty face, You were way more than that. You could very intelligently hold a conversation with anyone. You loved Arts, You loved to read, you always kept yourself updated on what happened in the world and made an effort on your appearances. You were definitely worth every penny that your sugar daddies spent on you.

“That's pretty impressive. And yes I can definitely keep up with you on that matter. I love travelling, I like challenges, And yes i am very much upkept on appearances and i would love for a fact that i can try new things with someone.”

“Interesting.”

“So Can you tell me a little more about this Relationship?” You smiled at his genuine interest in the matter, Not very often you come across people who take interest, The majority you've met throughout these years have been some part judgemental.

“So il tell you what works for me, I cant be with someone who is just in it for the Sex I need the relationship to be intense, Sexual and i am strictly platonic in these matters but its nice to have someone who respects me, and it should feel complete, Like i wouldnt want to be in it for just money too. I am giving my time and effort here. It definitely should be worth it.”

“Well Y/n one thing you can expect from me for sure irrespective of you agreeing to this thing is i respect you, And that's the most important aspect that comes first and non-negotiable to me. I respect you and you respect me. Period.”

“Appreciate that.”

The waiter finished serving the dessert and you were surprised to find that it had been an hour, You enjoyed every minute of speaking to Namjoon, He had pretty much or very little idea of these things worked and it looked like you were explaining the basics to him but you weren't complaining in the least bit, He was genuinely interested and that was a good enough sign that he would be no less than giving his best in this relationship. If you agreed that is, But you were already so close to saying yes.

“I need you to know one thing before you take your time and decide if you want to go ahead. I would need you to break things off with your sugar daddy if you have one right now. I would want you to see me and me only. I would do the same in return though.” You nodded. Obviously you believed in this too, It made things so much easier, And you had been lucky enough to find people who were on the same page too.

“Understood.” You wanted to speak to him about so many things but Namjoon beat you to it.

“Should you agree, Then we can have my team go over your documents and then we can discuss the arrangement ahead. The finer details and the sexual aspects of it as well.”

The sexual aspect intrigued you, You were standing at the exact same place where Namjoon was a couple minutes ago. Obviously you were no rookie when it came to sex, But Namjoons words made you feel there was a lot more depth to it. Your sexual encounters were never boring, You were open to try new things, But they werent subset in any kind of definitions. Just Plain sex, Sometimes boring, Sometimes rough and sometimes just Meh.

You left the restaurant with Namjoons hand on your back, And a question what exactly was this sexual aspect that needed to be discussed in length and in detail.

Two days later, You found yourself sitting across Namjoon in his office ready to discuss the finer details of your arrangement. While Namjoon had dropped you off home that night, You had immediately spoken to your Sugar Daddy and terminated the contract. Wouldn't say terminating the contract was inexpensive, It was a good penny but you had made a lot of money over the years and one penalty was something you could definitely afford. And besides, Namjoon made this risk worth taking.

Your eyes widened at the amount of allowance Namjoon had put into the contract, This was the biggest allowance anybody had ever given you, And not to mention the brand new Porsche that Namjoon had mentioned as your sweet ride.

You had hit gold, literally everywhere. You had hit gold for a Sugar Daddy, You had hit gold for your upgraded lifestyle and most importantly you had hit gold in terms of Namjoon. Something in you screamed this was going to change your life.

Everything was pretty much decided about your arrangement, There was just one last thing that had you had yet to discuss the sexual aspect. You had never felt so much anticipation for anything. What exactly was this about?

There was something about this man, He was like an open book with the deepest mystery stories. No matter how hard you tried you still couldn't actually make sense of a lot of things he said. The man was ready to learn, Intrigued, Genuinely cared for stuff but there was still a lot of mystery to it.

“You can move in into my penthouse at Seoul Forest Trivage whenever it is convenient for you, I live ten minutes away from there.”

“Understood.”

Namjoon stood up from his chair and walked around the table and took a seat beside you. Your breath caught in your throat when you felt his firm grip on your hands. Namjoon was a puzzle, A beautiful puzzle. You had never met a man like him. Take now for an example, His hands held a firm and a rough grip on you, But his eyes? They held the most gentle expression you had ever seen. This was what was pulling you towards Namjoon and this was what had gotten you to take the risk of taking such an important decision on face value. You were either going to have the time of your life or you were going to learn a hard lesson.

You were just hoping it was the former.

“You sure about this right?”

“Yeah.” He smiled and gave you a gentle smile, But the next minute he leaned back and crossed his legs. You literally felt something coming up next and mentally prepared yourself for it unknowingly.

“So Y/n now that the logistics are pretty much clear, I want us to move onto the next important thing.’

You waited with bated breath for his next words to come, Unsure of what it was. Your mind reeled with the possibilities of the worst, What if he was a sadist? You shook your thoughts not falling into a negative headspace first.

“Do you know what BDSM or what a dominant or submissive is?” You choked on air at the mention of BDSM, You knew the dom sub dynamics as well as the most people did, Christian Gray and Anastasia Steele. That's it. What he did to her in his playroom was where your knowledge was limited.

“To be honest, No. But I've seen Fifty shades.” Namjoon literally burst out laughing, And for a second you cursed for running your mouth carelessly and now he was definitely going to make fun of it.

“Baby what christian grey did was just the surface of what BDSM is.”

“Having an entire room dedicated for his toys was just the surface?” Now you were scared, That man had an entire playroom full of weird shit toys and what not and that was just the surface? You gotta be kidding. Just how much more deeper this thing ran?

“Y/N the dynamics of a dom and a sub relationship runs much deeper than a few playthings. It's more of a headspace, Control and Consent. The tools are just the bonus that you can use to amplify the pleasure of the people involved.”

“It starts with here.” Namjoon got up from his seat and leaned towards you, his one finger reaching your side of the head, And you immediately gushed at the change in his aura suddenly.

“What i need you to do is trust me, Trust me with yourself, There is a very different pleasure baby that comes with the comfort of being guided than being pursued.”

“I–” You couldn't form coherent words at the moment, Namjoon leaning over you, His cologne flooding your senses, His words evoking a different feeling in your mind and in your body and the look in his eyes.

“I am what you call a dominant.” He whispered those words right next to your ear and you could feel his breath hot on your ears. Goosebumps decorated on your skin and you felt getting wetter and wetter every passing breath of his against your skin.

You felt a very different feeling this time, This was your first. You never had been with someone who was dominant and you were nearly illiterate on how this dynamic worked, But if you had someone like Namjoon teaching you the ropes to it, You were in it.

Now this what this relationship was going to bring you, A newness. You were teaching Namjoon the basics of Sugaring while he was on his way to become your sexual awakening. You had sex with people before and while that couldnt be called vanilla but it was far from any kind of dynamic. You were genuinely intrigued by this idea and somehow the change in your attitude namjoon had brought on by just the change in his voice and attitude, made you wonder what would happen when you actually got down to action.

“Don't worry about trying this though, We’ll go slow at first. Let me take you through it first. It's practical when you sign the dotted line.” Namjoon pushed another piece of paper towards you and when you read through it, A delicious pleasure and a small fear of giving up your control on your body ran through your spine and you decided you would go with the thrilling aspect of both.

There were a lot of terms that you didn't understand, Never heard. But you decided to go with your instinct and trust that Namjoon would take care of you, like he said it was very crucial that you trust him.

“We don't have to rush into anything Y/n, We go at your pace and with what works for you.”

“Okay.” You barely managed the words, Everything felt different, his words, His actions.

You went through the papers once again, Namjoon had given you a free reign to ask him anything that you felt you had no clue about, and he had given you the liberty of subtracting anything that you felt was out of your limit to which you were very thankful for.

The Meeting with Namjoon went successfully and you got more than you had imagined for, Signing the dotted line, You were sure you were in for a wonderful ride.

“Settle down first, And i'll see you next week. We will go through little details and explore what you like and what you don't. And then we can take it from there.” You nodded and Namjoon gave you a quick peck on your cheek and saw you off to your car.

Moving in Namjoons apartment was literally a dream come true. You were used to lavish life-sized homes but his penthouse in the Seoul Forest Trivage beat everyone of the places you've lived so far single handedly.

One week was enough for you to explore the new place you called home, Getting comfortable in there was easy, You lazed around the house for a few days before you went shopping for some new lingerie and a few new dresses, The day you were supposed to meet Namjoon was soon around the corner and the inner diva in you screamed to wrap yourself like a gift that he would love unwrapping

You dressed yourself in the little black dress that you had shopped for recently choosing the laciest lingerie you could find, You loved wearing lace, and you loved the way lace felt against your skin. But mostly the fun always lied in how wild the lace drove men mad with want. You didn't know what kind of things Namjoon was into, You hope to figure that out by the end of the night.

You were already covered in jitters by the time you were ready, Listening to the facts, Understanding them from another person’s perspective, Or even reading them were all quite different from how you would actually feel when it came to the actual deed. You were hoping to be comfortable in exploring these different things, like losing control, trusting another person with your safety and pleasure were totally new to you and this scared you and thrilled you at the same time.

Take control for an example, You were always in control in your life, You made sure you had full control on how things wanted to be, Be it in choosing your sugar daddies, choosing what you wanted and what was off limits, Be it whatever you had the reigns in your hands.

Though Namjoon had handed over the reins of the arrangement in your hands in one area, He was taking away the control in the other. The idea of being guided and not pursued like Namjoon said was fairly new and you would first handedly experience it tonight.

Your heartbeat fastens up at the sound of the door bell ringing, and you straighten yourself up and open the door, Namjoon leans on the doorway dressed in a blue dress shirt and black slacks and you take a few seconds to take in his appearance. How was this man so handsome?

“You look beautiful.” He quickly pecks your cheek and hugs you, You close the door and follow him into your house.

“You did good with the place.”

“Thank You. I'm glad you like it.” Namjoon places a bag on the couch and immediately your mind wanders off to the contents of it, You pour some wine for both of you and hand him his glass which he accepts with a smile, You could still feel the jitters in you, trying to make their way out with the way your hands trembled slightly.

“Baby you need to relax.” Namjoon quickly takes the glass out of your hand and keeps it on the table, And massages it lightly. His hands feel the same, Warm and firm and you momentarily relish the way he feels around your skin. You nod lightly and squeeze his hand lightly to assure him you were okay

You talk a little about everything, You show him around and proudly flaunt your decorating skills. You were going to call this place home for eighteen months and might as well make it according to your taste, Namjoon lightens your mood as you both speak and slowly you start getting comfortable, The jitters making an exit.

You move to the bedroom and Namjoon pulls you a little closer to him, He puts his head on your shoulder and you gasp when his hold tightening on your waist, He pulls you to the mirror giving you a clear picture of what he was doing, Your eyes stay glued to his through the mirror and Namjoon slowly traces light circles on your arm, and your breath hitches i your throat.

“Y/n i want you to understand that what we are going to have is something that is going to be safe, Consensual, and sane.” You immediately felt the shift in the energy as soon as Namjoon started explaining, There was a different undertone to his voice and that screamed command.

“Two things you will never address me with my name when we are in here, And second we need to have a safe word, Something that you will say when you want whatever is happening to stop immediately” You nodded and Namjoon turned you around, Away from facing the mirror.

“Yes Sir.” He smirked at your addressal of him.

“Good Girl. I expect you to follow my directions everytime, If you dont you get punished. Now tell me what should our safe word be?”

“Cherries.”

“Okay.” Namjoon asked you to sit on the bed, and while he went out to fetch something. You patiently waited for him to arrive and in a few moments he arrived with a silk blindfold. You widen your eyes at the blindfold, It looked majestic in shiny black colour, You had never tried a blindfold, So it made excitement run down your spine at how it would feel.

“Remember I said something about giving up control? Lets try giving up control on one of your senses. Strip and go sit on the bed.” You obeyed his instruction and stripped off your dress, Namjoons eyes turned dark when he saw the sexy lace lingerie on you, And your inner self danced a happy dance to see the effect on him.

You took your seat on the bed and Namjoon stepped in front of you to tie the blindfold, He tied it tightly on your eyes and suddenly you could hyper actively feel everything a little more.

“When we lose one of our senses, The others become hyperactive. Now go lay down” You nodded meekly, Shifted a little behind and laid down as said. You were trying to concentrate on the direction of the voice, Which still felt far away. You feel Namjoon nudge your thighs apart and settle between them. You felt his bare hot skin on you and goosebumps scattered on your skin immediately. You never wanted to see someone so bad, But you put the desire on the back seat for now.

“Tell me how it feels.” His voice and hot breath against your ears ignited a spark between your legs and you could feel wetness begin pooling. Before you could react you felt Namjoon lick a stripe on your neck and kiss it open mouthed, A loud moan left your mouth. Your mind reeled in an endless loop as Namjoon continued his kisses on your neck, The loss of vision making it even more pleasurable.

You were a moaning mess in seconds, You felt him move up from your neck and trace your clothed nipples with two of his fingers.

“You like your nipples to be played with?” Namjoon placed light kisses on your jaw and the corner of your lips and a squeak was all you could manage to pull out. You had never felt pleasure at this level that made you want Namjoon to fuck you senseless already.

“Words baby.” Namjoons stern voice sends you little bouts of fear and pleasure in your body.

“Y-yes sir.”

Namjoon's hands slowly traced behind your back and unhooked your bra. You felt his hot breath over your nipple and you wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth on you. He gently air on your nipples and that amplified it a hundred fold in your cunt. You could feel yourself getting wet like never before. Namjoon traced a finger on your nipples which were already hard enough to cut glass and you let out a strangled moan.

Your eyes tried to fly open as soon as you felt his tongue circle your left nipple, his breath fanning the wetness that his tongue was leaving behind. Any and all thoughts flew out of your brain as soon as he started massaging your breasts lightly and the only sound that could be heard in the room of you moaning like your life depended on it and the loud sucking sounds that his goddamn skilled mouth was making. The sensation of him slightly tugging on them while massaging the other and alternating between them was enough to short circuit your brain.

The sounds that he made while he sucked on your nipples and left them with a pop began to build the pleasure inside you, he pinched your nipples a little harder and that was enough to send you over the edge. You came with a loud yell and felt namjoon leave your right nipple with a pop.

You felt the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through your body, You had never come so fast in your life and to top it off you never had a nipple orgasm. You loved getting played with your tits, But they were not played enough to have an orgasm with just them.

You could hear Namjoons heavy breaths very clearly, You could feel his boner on your inner thigh and Man he was huge. The pleasure that he was providing you with didnt let you feel how hard he was, until your orgasm faded its after effects.

“Felt good?”

“That was heaven.”

“Good, But after today you will never cum without my permission.”

“Yes sir.” He kissed your breast lightly, but all the relief was short lived as soon as you felt his fingers tug the waistband of your panties, He growled the moment he must have seen the wet mess you were making down there, He ran his fingers over your folds, and you felt his nose touch your clit.

“I'm going to make such a good sub out of you baby.” The menace in his voice sent a delicious shiver down your spine and the blindfold only added to the intensity of it. You moaned when his finger came in contact with your clit, He flicked your clit in such a manner which made you lose your breath.

His skills with his fingers made you realise how little control you had over your body, you had no control over what he was going to do. The realisation sent you over the edge for the second time and this time it was just the clit. Nobody had taken such detail into consideration when it came to orgasming through just this.

You felt yourself floating after your second orgasm, And this time you felt namjoon move away from you, You heard a light ruffling a little away from you, and you relaxed a little for the breather. But Namjoon took you by surprise again when you felt him kneel over you.

“Come on baby, open up.” You opened your mouth slightly and he nudged the head of his cock on your tongue twice, You could feel he was thick going by the heavy head, But the moment he pushed into your mouth, You realised not only he was thick the man had a length enough to tear you apart down there.

“Tap me violently twice if it's too much or if you want me to stop.” You nodded and Namjoon started off gently, giving you time to adjust to his size. You tried relaxing your jaw and breathing through your nose and slowly you got accustomed to his thick length, But soon it seemed like it wasnt even half the length that he was pushing in your mouth. The moment he felt you relax your jaw was when he started fucking your throat without warning and that got your head spinning.

The wetness in your cunt started increasing as soon as he started going at a regular pace, Not too hard and not too fast. You felt him twitch inside your mouth, There was control on how he fucked your mouth, All you could feel him was deep in your throat. He pulled out suddenly and shifted back a little and took your hands in his and wrapped your hands around his cock, and started jerking himself off grunting and uttering curses, while he was still kneeling over you.

Without a warning you felt his warm cum shoot on your lips and your chin and little dribbling down your neck. Namjoon wiped everything in a swipe and nudged your mouth open.

“Keep your tongue out baby, I don't want you wasting a single drop.” You obediently stuck your tongue out and you felt him rub all his cum over your tongue.

“Give me just one more yeah?” You tried to make sense of what he was saying, But the way he roughly nudged your thighs apart and dove straight into your cunt shut you up effectively. You let out the loudest moan you ever had when you felt two of his fingers entering you and his tongue licking your clit at the same time. You tried to place his head but NAmjoons other hand gripped both your hands in his palm and you felt black dots already cloud your black vision as you felt your third orgasm for the night explode around his tongue and his fingers.

“Shit shit shit shit shit.” was all you could manage to utter, Your head reeled from the pleasure, body exhausted from the three most intense orgasms you ever had in your life. You felt Namjoon's hands go behind your head again and this time he opened the blindfold. You took a hot minute to adjust to the dim lights in the bedroom, slowly shirtless Namjoon came into the view, He was wearing his boxers. You definitely liked the view.

Namjoon offered you some water which you gulped down, He just rubbed your back. He left for a minute and you heard the water run in the tub in your bathroom.

“Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?” Namjoon gently lifted you up bridal style and laid you in the warm water. The water felt like heaven to your skin and soon Namjoon settled behind you and massaged your shoulders and scalp lightly. The man had an insane amount of talent with his fingers.

“You enjoyed it?”

“More than anything I have ever done. And we didnt even have sex.”

“What matters is you have fun baby, And fun isn't just limited to sex. You were blindfolded the entire time, Did you like it?”

“I think I may have a thing for blindfolds now.” Namjoon laughed a little and you felt the rumble in his chest, and you laid your head back on his shoulder.

“We are going to try a lot of different things baby, Wait for it.” You blushed at the mention of a lot of different things.

Namjoon took the utmost care as he wiped you and put you to bed, cuddling you close to him. He held you close to him, patting your head lightly and running his fingers through your hair.

As you lay in his arms, You felt something change inside you which made you want to explore this side of yourself, You wanted to experiment with the pain, your limits and pleasures. You felt a strange sense of relaxation, and content. You made up your mind to explore every little detail you could in this dom/sub/sugar daddy relationship with Namjoon.

You were right, This arrangement was indeed going to change your life.

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I READ UR DILF AND LOVE ONESHOT SOFNORFBODDBDK DILF JOON EHDODBKDKD CHANMI???? SO ADORABLE???? OC WANTING TO YEET HER CHILD AWAY??? why is OC literally me 💀 can i request a piece where dilf joon is oblivious to all the women who want him and oc is just there ... fuming ... ready to kick all of their asses

pairing: dilf!namjoon x oc

genre: FLUFF, domestic fluff, established relationship aka married couple

warnings: dilf joon. oc gets jealous, she's pregnant—surprise! kindergarten sports days lol

words: 3, 456

summary: your husband was too charming for his (your) own good.

note: im all for the dilf agenda. love dilf!joon and I miss the dilf (and love) couple so ty for this ask!!!!!

“Chan, love, be careful,” You hear Namjoon murmur to your daughter, carefully patting her stray hair down as she struggles in her grasp.

You snort at the way your husband attempts to level his huffs and school his features not to trigger Chanmi’s reactions, and you remember that once upon a time that Chanmi was a little more on the quieter side, always giggling and crooning into her father’s touch. There wasn’t a doubt that she was still Namjoon’s princess, but she seemed to inherit your louder than life tendencies and the need to always have the last word.

You have to keep your smile in check when Chanmi sticks her tongue out at Namjoon in response.

“No, daddy! I don’t want pigtails,” She complains, tugging at the hairbands that were meticulously tied by your husband. He’d insisted he tried a hand at the array of hairstyles he learnt off YouTube, but he likely didn’t take into consideration that she was your daughter as much as she was his.

“I know baby, but it’s going to be really hot and letting your hair down will be uncomfortable for you.” He frowns, a deep sigh leaving his chest as he attempts to reason with your daughter.

All you can do is watch fondly as you loiter by the refreshment area, placed comfortably under a shade as you observe the hustle of other parents with their children as they all discuss the supposed game plans for the upcoming sports event.

Jaeyun, your son, rests quietly by your side as he loses himself with a butterfly that flutters by. When you glance at him, he’s undisturbed and engrossed in his own thoughts. You card a tender hand through his hair, which prompts your son to grin up at you with his front tooth missing and you can’t help but coo adoringly.

If Chanmi was like you, then Jaeyun was just a mini version of Namjoon. He had your husbands dimples and patience, always quietly reflecting in understanding whenever he was lamented for something, preferring to flip through coloured books instead of play with figurines; and always coddled to his older sister as she drags him into her own playful schemes.

Every day you learn something new about your children and your heart couldn’t help but grow ten times fuller whenever you’d notice small habits that Chanmi and Jaeyun possesses. The way that Chanmi would step up and protect her brother from any harm, even if it was just a bee, and even if she was terrified of them. Or that she’d spent six hours deliberating the perfect colour for Jaeyun’s birthday card. You’d also grown familiar with the way that Jaeyun always holds his sister hand whenever she’d be told off for doing something she shouldn’t have, or picking out a random leaf that reminds him of her.

You get lost in your thoughts of your beautiful little family that you don’t notice the presence of another person beside you until you feel a soft tap on your shoulder.

“You’re here,” Hoseok grins at you, and offering a small wave to Jaeyun who smiles softly in return, “And you, little guy.”

You roll your eyes at his interjection, fully getting the message when he’d casually slip next to you to steal a skewer off the table.

“Go away. You’re annoying me.” You scowl in a hostile manner, where Hoseok only snorts in response.

“Someone breathes the wrong way and they annoy you. I’m not pressed,” He shrugs.

You shoot him a lethal glare, “Is that my problem that everyone is annoying and I’m perfect?” You retort snootily.

“I can’t believe Namjoon knocked you up,” He looks at your baby bump pointedly, “Again.”

You bite into a skewer and lift Jaeyun up with an arm when you feel him tug at your pants. You press a gentle kiss onto his forehead before shooting another mean glare at your guest.

“Of course he did. I’m irresistible. I’m doing God’s work giving birth to kids with Namjoon and I’s genes combined.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes, not surprised at your declaration. It was very on-brand of you to say that, even as your son simply blinks innocently up at you.

“Whatever,” He waves you off, “Didn’t you say you hated sports days?” He states pointedly.

Look, you didn’t hate sports days. You hated what came with it. The first time you came, it was an innocent experience. Having your daughter's teachers engage in small talk with you and your husband about her progress and how she was a dear to have in classrooms (though, you had a hunch that Ms Song was likely saying that to suck up to you, your daughter was not a walk in the park). The next few times is when you realised that sports days were scum and the worst thing that has ever entered your thirty years of existence.

All because of the DILF fan club that seemed to only grow in numbers every time your husband came around.

Look, you understood them. Namjoon was hot, super dad-like and intelligent, if you weren’t married to him then you’d probably appreciate him from afar too. You’d be (relatively) fine if that was what happened. But it wasn’t.

Those heathens, the ladies that ogled your husband like a piece of meat, were shameless. And that was coming from you! Namjoon would laugh if he found out that you called anyone else shameless. They were blatant about their desire to bed your husband, even if they saw him with Chanmi or you by his side. It was as if their porn fantasies deluded their minds into thinking that Namjoon would ruin the quaint little family he had just to bed someone who seemed like they had a yeast infection (maybe you were protecting, but come on!).

You were there to support your baby and watch with glee when she’d kick the other children’s asses, not have your husband be ogled right in front of you as if you weren’t standing right there.

“I don’t hate the sports day. I hate the audacity that comes with it.” You deadpan.

Hoseok snickers, patting you consolingly on the shoulder all while you glower, purposefully angling your face away from your son so that he doesn’t think his mother is a she-demon.

“Or you’re just possessive as fuck.” Hoseok points out knowingly.

“Language!” You hiss, pinching his shoulder as he shrieks.

“God, you’re satanic. How are you even real?” He seethes.

You roll your eyes, “Listen if these women don’t get it through their heads that Namjoon is married and a happy father of two—soon to be three—children, I will gladly fight them.”

“Speaking of …” Hoseok trails off, an amused smirk teasing his lips as he cocks his head behind you. You don’t like the look he’s giving you but you turn around to look anyway, and you hate what you see, “Isn’t that Chan’s tutor?”

You gape because you had no idea that the nice old lady that cooed every single time you and Namjoon came around to compliment on your adoring marriage—was replaced with this … this young, petite and definitely thirsty woman who looked like she was fresh out of college.

“She always asks about daddy,” Jaeyun mumbles, pulling at your pants as you feel your eye twitch. You glance down at your son who’s simply gazing away, unaware of how his words set a fire in your chest that Hoseok clearly catches.

“Hey buddy, we really need to talk about snitching,” Hoseok bends down to poke at Jaeyun’s side. But all your son does is look at him with a tilted gaze, eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s snitching?”

“Her hands,” you hiss, turning around to clutch Hoseok by his collar and tugging him closer while he’s subjected to another one of your vehement glares.

“Don’t hurt the messenger!” He whines, trying to pull away.

Your son observes the exchange, unbothered—and likely accustomed—to the banter you and Hoseok engage in on a frequent basis. Your son was far more perceptive than he’d let on, and he knew that his mother was a little on the intense side (as so eloquently put by both your husband and the annoying brat who’s whining in your grasp). But Jaeyun was also far more intelligent than kids his age (he was Namjoon’s son, for God’s sake—but your genes definitely played a part too)—and he knew that just because someone was outwardly nice, didn’t necessarily entail them being a good person.

“I’m going to rip her arm off,” you glare at the lady, who somehow has her grubby hands on your husband's chest—while he smiles! That damned, charming, dimpled smile of him is his worst weapon. You’d know because you fell for that and like hell would you allow another woman to get her hands on your man.

“Okay, chill out exterminator,” Hoseok rolls his eyes at you, “Need I remind you that you’re pregnant? The anger isn’t good for the baby.”

The look you send Hoseok is enough to shut him up, while you multi-task and pat Jaeyun’s head when he cuddles further into your leg, a sign that he’s getting bored. He leans into your hold, and for a split second, your heart soars at the affection you have for him—but the reminder of the she-demon grovelling at your husband is quick to make the devil horns reappear.

“What the hell do you know?” You sneer, “I’m going over. These fists better teach her a lesson.”

Hoseok’s eyes widen, “No—you are not—!”

“Jaeyun, baby,” you coo, voice taking a one-eighty, “Stay here with Uncle Hobi for a while, yeah? Need to remind your daddy who his wife is.”

You press a wet kiss to his chubby cheeks as he grins up at you, oblivious to the insinuation behind your words.

“Okay, mama!” He giggles, immediately sliding over to Hoseok, who looks helplessly at the way you roll up your sleeves.

“You’re pregnant!” Hoseok exasperates, clearly more concerned for your wellbeing than you were.

“And I can still fight,” you snap, ignoring his protests while you stomp over towards your husband and Chanmi’s tutor.

She’s giggling now. At whatever the fuck your dumbass hot husband just said. You loved him. You really did. You let him knock you up for the third time—if that wasn’t a testament to your love then you don’t know what is. But you hate him at the same time for being so goddamn charming and irresistible that anyone who comes across him immediately falls in love with him.

You’re clenching your jaw when you stride up to the pair, still deeply engaged in their conversation that they miss the fuming pregnant lady looming close by—eyes narrowed into thin slits as your arms stay crossed over your chest.

She notices you first, and she beams at you.

“Hi! You must be—”

“His wife,” you say blankly, “And the mother of his two children,” she looks slightly taken aback while Namjoon has to keep the snort to himself while he observes your annoyance, “Sorry, did I say two? I meant three.”

You shoot her a plastic smile while her face falls.

She shoots a look over to Namjoon with an awkward smile, “I wasn’t—I thought …”

“That he was single?” You retort, shutting her up immediately as you feel Namjoon’s arm wrap around your waist and slightly pinching your skin.

You glare at him but he’s undeterred, more than used to being at the receiving end of your wrath.

“No!” Her eyes widen, “I thought Mrs Kim wasn’t—I thought you weren’t …” She stumbles over words the more you glare at her, eyes unwavering when you ensure that she feels all the rage in your body at her audacity for flirting with your husband.

“I didn’t exist?” You snort, “Well, clearly I do and you have no chance at being—!”

“Thank you for the conversation, Lily,” Namjoon interjects, smiling at her while he has to quite literally manhandle you aside while you thwack at his arms. Ever the diplomat, Namjoon was.

“Ah,” she laughs tightly, “Of course … Mr Kim,” she shoots you a brief glance with a bow of her head; too terrified to look you in the eye if there was an off-shoot that your glare would turn her into stone, “It was lovely meeting you too, Mrs Kim.”

“Like hell—!”

Namjoon tugs you away before you can shove a fist into her as you grumble in his hold. He’s laughing at your petulancy, frown still etched on your face as he settles you into a corner far away from prying eyes while you huff in response—still annoyed at his lax demeanour when Lily was clearly shooting her shot at bagging a DILF at a kindergarten.

“What was that all about, huh baby?” He asks teasingly, even though he knows the answer.

He leans against the pillar, relaxed and subdued with a knowing smirk on his face. Even now, he’s devastatingly handsome. But your annoyance overpowers your love for Namjoon in this second and you shoot him a scathing glare.

“What was that all about, baby, he says …” you mutter under your breath before shoving a finger into his chest, “Do I need to remind you that you’re married?”

Namjoon snickers, reaching a hand out to grab at your wrist as he pulls you closer. The baby bump gets in the way of you being pressed tightly against his chest and you struggle out of his grasp, opting to be a brat but Namjoon is strong and big—so you’re absolutely helpless against him.

“Ms Lily and I were just talking about Chanmi,” he coos.

You roll your eyes. You’re heavily contemplating stepping on his foot just to spite him but you liked the dress shoes he was wearing today more than you’d like to admit so you decide against it.

“And how she’d like to be the mother of your child?” You snap.

Namjoon laughs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead in a way that he always does whenever you were annoyed at him—or anyone else (which was always).

“You’re the only woman I want to be the mother of my children,” he smiles at you before he glances down to your belly, “And you’re the only woman that can carry my babies.”

You huff snootily, tilting your head away when he chases for a peck.

“And carrying your child is such an honour, right? Because you’re the DILF around here while I’m some angry pregnant lady with jealousy issues,” you seethe.

You opt to deprecate because while you were confident in yourself, pregnancy was always an emotional journey. No day was the same and no emotion was ever guaranteed. You felt everything and anything, and Namjoon was a patient man who loved you regardless of your cravings, tears and shouts.

Namjoon was … him. It’s always been a sore spot in your relationship when you realised how perfect he was and how he could literally have anyone he ever wanted. But he married you. He chose you. And you’d never admit it out loud but you were so grateful that he decided that you were the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with (even if you didn’t give him much of a choice with how you cling onto him every second you could get).

Namjoon notices your silence and the furrow of his brows before he squeezes your hips, the same ones that you grew insecure about after two pregnancies but he assured you that he loved.

“Hey,” he says softly, “You’re thinking too hard.”

To emphasise his point, he presses a thumb between your brows to ease the wrinkles.

You roll your eyes, still wary of his affection even if your annoyance is replaced with insecurity; and because Namjoon vowed to be the person who understands you—he notices. He always does.

“You’re my angry pregnant lady with jealousy issues,” he attempts as you scowl, “But you know what? I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

Namjoon has a way of communicating that makes you swoon, even a decade after your first meeting and two children later. He knows exactly how to deal with you, and maybe that’s why you’re so possessive because no one has ever taken the time to understand you the way Namjoon has.

You stay silent, and Namjoon takes this as his cue to continue.

“I love you,” he says, so ardently and honestly that you flush; an effect only Namjoon has on you, “I love you, your angry tendencies—the family you gave me. Our two children. I love the life you gave me, and the world you created for me. You bring so much colour and meaning to my life and I’ll love you in every form that you take. When you’re happy, sad, angry—and everything in-between.”

His words make you rest into his hold, the damned tears pooling at your waterline. You try to hide it and blame it on your pregnancy but Namjoon sees them. He always does. He’s the first person to notice anything—from when you had an argument with your daughter and him needing to be the mediator, or when you had a particularly rough day. He was always the first person to be there for you.

“All those women think they have a chance with you,” you sniffle.

Namjoon laughs, deep and honest as he rubs a gentle hand over your hair.

“I’m too busy paying attention to my beautiful and pregnant wife to care.”

You narrow your eyes at him even if his words make you feel giddy.

“You’re mentioning my pregnancy a lot to justify your love,” you accuse without any malice.

“Duh,” he says, “It means that you’re mine. Walking around with my child. I knocked you up and it’s so damn sexy that everyone knows exactly who’s wife you are.”

You blush and squeeze around his waist when you snuggle further. His words settle a deep feeling in your stomach, and you know he’s purposeful with his words. Before Namjoon, you hated feeling like you belonged to someone. But with him, all you wanted to be was his—unapologetically and irrevocably his.

“If only there was some way to make all these thirsty women know that you’re my husband,” you complain, “It’s not like I can knock you up.”

Namjoon laughs louder, and you feel the rumble of his chest against your cheek.

“You know,” he murmurs, “You speak a lot about these apparent women but I don’t think you notice about the men.”

Your eyes widen.

“I have to fight off men?!” You cry.

Namjoon snorts before he rolls his eyes.

“Calm down, baby,” he laughs, “I mean the men that look at you.”

You scoff.

“I highly doubt that. A pregnant lady screams I’m taken more than a dowry does.”

“That definitely doesn’t change the fact that I saw a few of Jaeyun’s teachers making eyes at you,” Namjoon points out.

You look at him dryly, “Namjoon. Jaeyun’s teachers are like—old. Not like us old but like his grandfather old.”

Namjoon brushes your comment off to continue.

“Don’t forget about Jungkook.”

You gawk.

“Jungkook?” You say, appalled, “ That baby? There’s no way.”

Namjoon shakes his head, a slight jut of his chin that shows that he was slowly getting annoyed. A sight that’s rarer to see than you being calm.

“Pretty sure he was staring at your tits the entire time when we were talking to him in the morning.”

You look down at your chest, covered in a blouse that definitely covered up your skin and wasn’t anything to go off by.

“You’re delusional,” you scoff.

“He definitely was,” he nods, “I mean, your tits are amazing but—”

You tweak his skin with a scowl as he laughs. The red tinge of your ear is enough to tell him that you were slowly getting flustered. Jungkook had always been so well-mannered around you, shy even. You’d never think he’d do that—but you trust your husband because he was definitely the more observational one between the two of you.

“Point is,” he sighs, nudging your chin so you’d look at him, “I don’t care about anyone or anything if it isn’t you or our children.”

You flush prettily and Namjoon kisses you to make his point as you melt into his arms.

“Okay Shakespeare, I believe you,” you joke but you both know that his words set a fire in your chest that's hard to put out.

He rolls his eyes but presses another firm kiss onto your lips as he squeezes your hips.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t fight them—!”

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━━ PRODUCT

Summary; you're in desperate need of money and decided to answer an ad saying a participant will be highly compensated for a confidential experiment. An experiment new sex toys to released after testing.

— parings: Namjoon x F. Reader!

— Ceo au! Inventor au!

— 4k

WARNINGS; toys, degradation, dirty talk, objectification, recording, oral, hidden cameras, body hair, size kink, lots of touching from namjoon, jealousy, he pulls the condom off. The reader is sensitive, submission, oral, sex for days, cumshot, creampie, shower sex, squirting, mattresses humping, verbal joon, pregnancy

Namjoon paced his office, his eyes daring at the time. You were scheduled to arrive at 9:00 pm and it was currently 8:50. Stopping in his tracks, he stopped pacing and assumed you skipped out on the deal.

"Again?" he groaned, walking back to his chair. With a ring on his phone, he picked up.

"Mr. Kim on the phone" he replied, listening to the front desk man explain you were coming up any minute. Thanking him, he sighed in relief and had hoped you'd be what he was looking for. After all, he gave up and received a call the minute afterward, almost like a sign from the sky to continue. With that in mind, he sits up and fixes his black button-up dress shirt as he waits.

"I might just skip introductions and bring her to the room next door. It's easier, then again she has to feel calm before I can do anything. The papers are signed and faxed over, the hard bits are done. Ah, I'll figure it out" he thought allowed, hand smearing his face as he waited patiently.

With an open of the door, he smiled and got up from his chair. Walking towards you, he sees the height difference and smirks. "Nice to meet you, I'm Mr. Kim. But for the proposes I'm sure you're aware of, call me namjoon" he smiles, his hands clasping together in front of him.

"Well namjoon, I saw the ad and thought I'd be a great investment for your company. Please treat me well" you smiled,

"I will don't worry- I mean we will" he laughed off, hand going to itch the back of his neck. "Right this way" he immediately said, walking you to the room next door. Taking his keys from his pocket, he looks for the red-colored one and unlocks the door. Opening it, the lights turn on and you walk in. Shutting the door, he locks it and smiles.

In front was a bed with clean sheets and a covering, a room that imitated what a started bedroom would look like for comfort reasons. Thankfully, there were cameras already in place and hidden for more realism. With the both of you taking off your shoes, you hang your coat on the door as namjoon sits on the edge of the bed.

"It's comfy in here, is this where ill be staying, or is it just props?" You questioned, walking over to namjoon softly to straddle him.

"It comes with the deal, you'll be here for a few days with me. Food, etc we can call up. Anything you need that could help us complete what's being tested we can get. Just remember money's not something you need worry about, just the job" he says, hands going up your shirt as his eyes stare at your protruding chest. Softening his gaze, he spreads his legs more open and looks you up and down.

"Besides it's just us, nobody else. We can do whatever we want to do" he whispers, eyes staring yours down to intimidate you a bit.

"You're dominant aren't you? That's good I can be whatever you want me to be, do whatever you want" you reply, feeling his hands lower to your ass.

"There's a lot I want to do, im a sexual man with needs that couldn't get delivered by the number of hours I spend halling at my desk. don't worry I'll take advantage of you, if thats what you want" he insists, hands going to your hips and up your breast. Feeling for your bra, he didn't find one. But he found the tape. He assumed they wanted you in a raw form, but you chose to come dressed a bit. Moving his hand back down he lifts your shirt and see's the tape. Carefully he undoes the lifting tape and throws it in the trash.

"Where you expecting me to be younger or your age, the tape only hinders your value to me. I like the way women naturally are, your breast look better unnaturally sitting then bunched up." He complimented, hands cuping them a bit as his hands softly massaged the tissue.

"Im assuming, you had to stop becuase of the job him. So you've been hard over pictures and videos instead of in front of a person" you assumed, feeling your nipples getting hard in his touch.

"Yup, i use that frustration to help fuel my inventions and make toys for the men who can't necessary access anyone. So i need you to help test a few things for women, the one's who need sexual satisfaction from thier own hands and others. Besides, I'll make sure to show you the product's true intent" he says, sliding your stackings down. Hmming, you help him and stand up. Leaning forward, he smirks and brings you cloaer to him. Softly, he pulls down your underwear and smiles.

"Trimmed, its cute" he mentions, undoing his own shirt and pants before standing over you again. Viewing his body, he was fit and broad, noe portions and very even color distribution. He was well groomed, trimed and put together. Surprisingly, he'd be the first man you'd ever met that cared about his appearance and not just rely so heavily on charisma. You liked that, found it attractive.

"You're younger than me I believe, so do you have a thing for older men, or do you not care?" He questions, leaving himself in his black C.K briefs

"Yes, I do. I'd like to ask the same but for my case" you replied, watching his hands run themselves over your hips and in between your chest.

"The same, so if that makes us a perfect match don't you think" he chuckles, before pulling you closer to him. He looks down.

"I hope you know I have a size kink and you seem to be perfect for that. In certainty, you check every box of things I'd need from a woman sexually and probably much more than I'm unaware of" he spoke, voice sounding raspier than before. Blushing, he got you and you couldn't help but give in.

"Shall we?" He says, sitting down to man spread. Watching, you softly get on your knees and place your head close to his crotch. However, before continuing he reaches in the bedside drawer to pull out the first product flavored condoms. Placing the box beside him, he watched you nibble softly on his length as he begins to harden.

"Pull it off with your teeth" he demanded, your mouth going to a lost area near his thigh and softly tugging the fabric with your teeth down to his knees. "All the way" he sternly commands, you taking your teeth and pulling them off down his feet. While you did that, he grabs the honey grapefruit flavor condom out and rips it open carefully before rolling it down. Coming back up your eyes look in shock, he was big, the biggest you had ever had let alone seen. Which is your head explained the size kink, after all, he was long and girthy enough to cause damage ro any woman. A factor even he knew could very results.

"Grapefruit and honey-flavored condoms, used for both oral and internal usages," he presents, wearing the clear condom. Immediately, your tongue swirled around namjoon's cock testing the sweetness of the grapefruit, humming to the delightfulnesa of it all. Watching, your lips suck on his tip as your hands hold the base. In a way, you were licking a lollypop and it was fun. So much leisure that you stick your tongue out more and softly bob your head.

"Tastes so good" you mumbled on his cock as he relaxes and closes his eyes.

"Take it as deep as you can go, I want to feel your tongue swirl more" he groans, slouching a bit. Taking your lounge you rub the bottom side of his cock as you hallow out your mouth. Grunting softly, he opens his eyes back up and watches you try to take as much as you could. S

"Fuck yes~ I want to see you take it like that" he moans, your hands going to your mouth to grip his cock as you begin bobbing your head. Placing his hand on the back of your head, he helps you go back and forth on his cock as he moans in pleasure. Taking your hand off him, he forcibly pushes you down his member and jolts forward as you gag. Holding your head down, he pushes his cock deeply in and begins thrusting slowly. Hearing the sounds of an overfill of slobber, he moans feeling your throat choke on him again. With tears down your eyes, he pulls off to let you gasp for air before pushing you back down.

"You throat dick well" he groans, a compliment very arousing to hear. Humming, you gag again as he holds forward. "Mmm yes, just like that. Choke on it baby girl" he groans, pushing himself forward a bit more. Standing up a bit he holds your head and gives it a thrust before pulling out.

"It tastes so good," you say again, whipping the slobber dripping from your lips.

"Good, come lay on the bed," he says, offering you a hand up. Taking it, he swiftly lays you on the bed and pulls you up it. He was strong as you could see and opened your legs. Taking his tongue, he licked at your bud without a second thought. Sucking, your body wetted causing a moan to erupt. With his tongue the kitty licked as you arched your back softly.

Griping his hair you pushed his tongue closer, grinding your cunt on his tongue as he tasted your warmth. Moaning he flipped you two over so that you were now sitting on his face, his tongue now at your disposal. Pushing your hips back, his mouth gently sucked on your clit causing the whining moans to escape.

"Please~" you moaned, sitting upon his face as his hands went to your ass in response. With loud sucking noises, his tongue digged in and glided across your cunt as you rolled your hips onto him.

"Feels so good~" you whined, rolling them harder as your core began dripping and aching to be touched. Pulling off of him, you dripped into his mouth as caught your breath chuckling, he spanked your ass a bit and slid out. Laying you back on your back, he spread your legs and grabbed toy 01 out of the drawer. It was shaped like a tube bottle with a suction cup at the end, the girth looked fine and was average in length.

"This one vibrates, this for continuous pleasure so what you first feel should stay the same. It's just to stretch and hit places constantly. Waterproof too" he chuckled, turning it on. With ease, he softly pushed it in as your back arched in response.

"It's so big~," you moaned, lips quivering as he begins to thrust it in. With another thrust, your body spreads its legs open automatically as you hold onto the sheets. Confused, he kept going watching your legs spread wider as he moves the toy in and out. Moaning loudly, your cunt drips, and his cock twitches.

"Fuck I'll take this toy out and fuck you myself if you don't take it" namjoon groaned, watching your legs spread out in the air. Thrusting it faster, the toy began getting exceedingly wet as he moved it in and out. With every hand movement, he started getting frustrated with how a simple toy was making you feel. He let it build up, his cock dripping pre cum in the condom as he watched your body beg him to fuck you with the toy.

Sitting his lip, he kept going watching your chest heave your moans countlessly keep going as his cock stretched up begging to be fucked. Taking the toy out, he slides himself in and you allow him. His cock throbs and aches feeling your cunt stretch on him.

"Keep your legs open for me, fuck you look so good on my cock" he trusted, head going back as he tests the strength of the condom. Moaning, you reach for him and he leans closer so you could. With his hips slamming into you, your wetness soaks the condom making it very slippery for him to be inside. Pulling out he took it off and slid himself in raw.

"Fuck that's better, wetter, please tell me your on the pill" he groaned, hips only pounding in.

"Yes, fuck yes," you told, legs being pushed back by his arms as he goes in deep. Crying, your cunt starts griping him asking to cum around him. Looking down, he groans

"Cum"

That one word caused your body to start squirting around him, moaning loudly his hips jolted forwards causing another wave of wetness to force it's way out and around his cock. Screaming, he held into you giving your body one good thrust as he starts to release. Groaning loudly, he pulls out and your legs fall down. Both panting, he hugs you.

"There's a bath and shower in here, I'll order some food while you bathe" he points out, laying besides you

"You may wanna lower that vibration, it's too strong and theirs no setting" you quiver, letting your body shake a bit.

"Noted"

The next day arrives and this time it was morning sex. This time it was cock vibrator, one that all you had to do was push it down the base of whatever cock, and you were done.

With your arms gripping his shoulders, he wrapped his arms around your back holding you underneath. Whimpering and moaning loudly in his ear, you listened to his groans of pleasure. Spreading his legs a bit more, he put weight on the bottom of his heel to thrust more of his cock inside than before.

"Feels so much better than on your back, your cunt throb's more than ever. Are you feeling it now baby?" He asked, slowing his thrusts to talk to you.

"Yes~ I am~ " you gulp, trying to hold yourself up to kiss his lips. Daring, yes. But just because it worked didn't mean kissing had strings attached or did it. Kissing back, his eyes travel to your lips and up to your gaze before closing his eyes shortly after. Rolling you both on the side, his leg pulled you closer to him as he continued the kiss.

His tongue brushed yours a few times, playing a game following the leader or capturing the flag. Only the goal was to hear you moan in his mouth, kissing your lips deeply was when a moan came up in which he chuckled in the kiss.

"I'm having fun with you, it's nice being able to fulfill your sexual urges" he mumbles in the kiss, moving his lips down your neck to gather a few more moans one of which one was in his name.

"I'm glad you're having fun, it's nice being able to just have sex and be filled up with such a big cock" you teased his lips stopping at your neck.

"Keep feeling me that"

"Telling you what?" You questioned acting coy.

"That it's big, it's so arousing to hear my cock not only pleasures you but fills you to the brim" he illustrated, watching your back turn to face him. Smirking, he pulls you close and hugs your waist, with his cock pulled out due to the turn he just slides it back in and traps your legs.

"Your so big nsmjoon, your cock fills me up so well. Almost as if I'm being suffocated with your body in a pleasurable way" you blurt, his mouth roughly sucking on the skin. Morning you felt him pull out and with a sudden movement, the vibrator was at your clit. Sliding back in, he held your legs tightly and hugged your chest as he trusted his hips forwards.

"Mmm maybe we should play with more vibrators today" he groaned, the vibration of the toy being felt lightly on his cock. "Or should we just have a slow-paced day and see different condoms, your choice my love," he said, your moans lowering in sound as he turns the vibrator off.

"Slow placed" you moaned, feeling his thrusting come to a stop.

"I was hoping you'd say that, I've got both female and male condoms that need testing. Are you too sore, because we can start with me again?" He kissed, hands going to strum your nipples.

"You, as I think I've gone numb a bit from the vibrator," you explained. Humming, he rubbed his hands down your sides and simply held you in his arms. Relaxing, you turned back to face him and smiled.

"Let's eat first, take a shower, and try stuff in there. After all, not all women have this much free time or alone time. So the showers important" you told, him nodding as he agrees.

"Your smart, I like that and thankfully there are cameras in the bathroom. Pointed in certain places in the shower." He illustrates, going to rub your hips and ass. Getting up he grabs the cellphone plugged in and looks at the menu. After reading the said menu, he agrees with the idea of having something light but filling so soup and rice were ideal for the booth of you.

"What else is there to test?" You asked, grabbing a pillow to hug.

"Well, there's asuction toy, a machine, mouth watering pill, handheld vibrator, and then 4 condoms left" he listed, putting notes in his phone from this morning. "Plus, if you want to we can chill a bit before the food comes and simply just talk" he suggests, putting the phone down to look at you.

"Sure, well how personal do you want to get?" You question, noticing he was still hard. Raising an eyebrow, you crawl over and sit back down his length, straddling his hips as you relax. Wrapping his arms around your waist like the first day, he humms.

"Very"

"Well, besides the lack of sex and you're entire collection of improved toys. What else do you do, when you're not here?" You questioned, softly rocking your hips.

"I visit museums in my spare time, other times I sleep and go to a library to read. I own a garden so I tend to that often." He chuckles, looking down.

"You have dimples, they're so cute. What happens when you're alone?" You asked once more, his face coming up flustered.

"Alone?" He paused to release you meant differently. "Oh alone, right um-" he paused again, chuckling as you chuckle with him. "Image things, let my hand pleasure myself and or fuck a few of my torso dolls" he admits embarrassed.

"That's hot, you take care of your urges and not sesk them out often I'm assuming," you said, lifting his chin. Nodding, he looks up.

"Once in a Blue Moon, I do, and when I do I look for people like you" he smirks, raising his head to bring his lips up to you. "Maybe I won't know if you agree to be more than an experiment for my work, I think we have great chemistry sexually so ik we'll be better romanticly" he persuades, hands rubbing to your upper thighs and lower to your ass.

"Finish what we started and I'll agree," you told, breaking the small gap between each other lips. Wrapping your arms around his neck, hands roaming his hair as he bounces your body lightly on him. Grinding your hips down, you watch the way his lips leave your mouth and brings his head back.

"Slower baby, slower~" he moans, his hands gripping your ass and pushing you down. Moaning, you stop and put yourself on your feet and begin bouncing from tip to base slowly. Keeping his head back, his eyes close to just feel your body out more. Moaning, your body drops to your knees causing a small jolt of his body and immediately your lips kiss his Adam's apple. Moving your mouth around, you lower it his chest causing your body to stop bouncing. Pulling off your mouth lowers to his abdomen and shortly after his hips. Watching, he spreads his legs a bit and gives you room to place your mouth around his balls.

"Fuck yeah~," he says, stroking his thigh softly. Licking up to his tip you taste the bitterness of yourself mixed in with your natural aroma before pulling off.

"Let's try using the mouth-watering pills" you suggest, his hands quickly reaching for the tin labeled '020peach' . with. Your mouth open, you stick out your tongue with puppy-like eyes as he places it on your tongue.

"Chew," he says, watching your mouth close and jaw begin to chew. It tasted like a sweet peach and the minute you began to taste the flavor was the minute you felt your mouth water. Moving your mouth back around him, he felt the wetness of your mouth and sighed in relief knowing his counrcualtions were correct in the end. Going back to relaxing, he felt your mouth beginning to suck on his tip as he laid back on the pillow. Letting your mouth drool around him, you watched him bite his lower lip.

Grabbing the has held vibrator from the drawer still open, you looked at where the on button would be and pressed it. Pressing it a few times you noticed there were two modes. One hard, one soft, and easy to switch between. Placing it at your clit, you sucked roughly on his cock head bouncing to imatate the feeling of your cunt on him. Moaning loudly, he softly thrusts his cock up into your throat causing a loud gag to appear, followed by a deep grunt from him.

"It feels so much like a cunt dripping around me, suck it some more" he moans, legs tensing a bit. Nodding, you moan around his cock as you take him deeper than before.

"Yes~ yes, suck it baby" he lets out, hands going to your head to bounce you a bit more as he accumulates pleasure from your tongue licking underneath his member. Taking your vibrator, you place it near his asshols and under his balls hearing the difference of moans. Placing it there you lift your head up and jerk his tip a bit as the other holds the vibrator still.

"mm, this should help you cum" you giggle, before licking underneath his tip and around the crown as his cock stretches up more. Kitty licking the tip, his head shoots back and cock starts to precum around your lips. Looking up, his face is scrunched and his eyes are closed as if he's trying to hold back a deep moan. Licking the precum, your mouth pools around his tip to help get more than the dripping amount of precum he was giving you.

"I'm close" he groans deeply, balls squeezing themselves as he gets closer. Pulling off, you jerk his cock from the middle of his base to even out the amount of pleasure you were giving him from his tip and balls.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm cumming baby" he screams, your hand removing the toy as he cums down your throat. With the warm feeling shooting down the back of your throat, you try not to swallow. Succeeding, you pull off to show a panting namjoon your mouth full of his cum for him to say "let it drip down your tits and tongue" nodding, you get on your knees with the vibrator placed at your clit as your mouth opened with cum dripping down your tongue onto your breast.

"Good girl" he praised, seeing a notification pop up.

"Foods here" he announces, allowing the person in. The man quickly places the tray of food down and heads out closing the door. Giggling, you get up and grab the tray of food for the both of you.

With night now hitting, the room becomes darker and namjoon is on a phone call. Laying over him, you look in the drawer and see two items left. Two mouthguard condoms. Grabbing them, namjoons eyes darted towards you as he drank from his glass of water.

Looking, one read 068 and the other 56. It was in basic packaging so you just observed as you waited for namjoon to get off the phone. With a 'goodbye' he hangs up the phone and places it on the beside table.

"The mouth dams, one should taste like strawberry, another peach." He tells, hands reaching to take the one you weren't touching.

"I'll need you to lay back for me, okay?" He adds, watching you nod and pAce the other packaging on the bedside table. Putting pillows behind you for some sort of back support, you spread your legs open and waited. Ripping the package, he grabbed the mouth down and stretched it open with both hands. Getting on his stomach, his feet hung off the bed as he placed the damn over your spread-out cunt. Slowly his mouth covered your clit, tongue pressing into you as he licks up and then down your clit.

Moaning, your legs closed a bit due to the sensitivity. Taking that as a go-ahead, he licked around in circles making sure to press hard and take breaks to breathe. Arching your back, your hands go in his hair and push him closer as he tasted the sweet peach-flavored condom. Using his nose to hold the condom down, his shoulders aligned with your opened legs as he held them open with his arms. Seeing his arms flexed, you knew there was no was your legs were gonna move and that thought alone made your back arch.

With his eyes closed, he simply turned his ears to listen to your moans in bliss. Taking the damn off, he hovered over your lips and breathed out warm air. Feeling it you throbbed and namjoon liked that.

"I could leave you like this or tease you," he says, knowingly going to kiss your lips and suck softly on the bud before returning. Moaning louder, he realized nothing could ever replace the feeling of raw fucking. Infect the entire 2days proved that him. Even if the condoms didn't work to prevent pregnancy, at least Stds would be solved.

Closing your legs on his face, he licked your lips skin as his nose nuzzled in the hair above your crotch, bringing your legs full together he saw the way your pussy lips pushed against each other and smirked. "They look so much better this way, they make me desperately horny," he says, mouth going back down to lick between and around your clit. Humming, he wailed into your lips.

With his cock pressed against the bed, he softly ground his hips into the mattress, hips thrusting his cock forwards. Moaning in your cunt, he spreads your legs a bit open to engulf your entire cunt as he sucks roughly. Getting an urge, you wait till he pushes his tongue back and let your pussy wet his face. Growling, he pushed his nose in wetting that as well. Thrusting more on the bed, his tip started to throb and crave your wet cunt even more. Getting on his knees, he opens your legs and shows you his erection.

"Fuck you like getting dicks hard don't you, such a good girl" he praises, cock pushing against your wet cunt as he grinds his member into your cunt. Cursing, he beings your legs together and stretches your legs up to hold them one on side of his broad shoulders. Trusting his cock between your thighs, he groans and moans in pleasure. "I'd love to see men try not to cum to you, while I fucked your pretty cunt. You have the body of a goddess, so perfectly made to be worshiped. Everything about you makes my cock hard like this, fuck-" he groaned, cock throbbing against your folds.

"Beg me to fuck you, I want to hear your desperate cunt cry on my member" he groans, feeling your cunt clench on his cock as he slides his tip-in. Moving your legs to the side, he takes one and holds it up as he slides a few inches in. Holding a leg back, he softly sat on the other before leaning over you and pushing himself all the way.

"Make me yours and ill fuck you good all the time" he groans seeing your face scrunched in pleasure. "I'll make ur cunt cry around my cock every night until you don't want it, I'll treasure your body like gold. But fuck take my cock like that" he groans, pushing himself in more as you gasp for air. Pushing your leg down, you were now on your stomach with a leg up on the side. Trapping your legs with his, he lowered himself down and applied his body pressure as he dug his cock deep into your cunt.

"Just take it, that's all I want. Let me fuck you like this all the time and ill promise anything" he begged, cock on the verge of cumming.

"Then promise me a future with you" you moaned, as he smiled into your neck.

"I'll do that" he grunted, cock giving one last push before realising. "Besides, you haven't taken your pill. So we'll be doing more than condom shopping" he reminds, thrusting slowly in you.

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Hey! I love your stories! Could you maybe do Namjoon cumming in his pants 👉🏻👈🏻? Thank you

Namjoon couldn't breathe very well. So he opened up the window next to him to let the air hit his face aggressively from the high speeds you were going at. "How much longer till we get there?" he asked.

Hoseok clicked his tongue. "What are you, five? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" he mocked him from behind the steering wheel. And Namjoon blushed, sinking into his seat even more. So you turned to look at him over your shoulder, shuffling in his lap.

"Am I too heavy?" you whispered, thinking the reason he was so impatient to arrive back home was that you were crushing him under your weight. Well, you were indeed the reason he couldn't breathe very well, but not in that way.

He bit his bottom lip hard and shook his head frantically. "No, no, it's not like that," he rushed to say. You were still squirming around, trying to find a way to sit that wouldn't burden him too much. But it all made it worse. You should... you should just stop moving around so much! His hands found your hips, trying to still you. "It's alright." His voice was coarse and odd, and he immediately looked out of the window, unable to maintain eye contact.

You could definitely see his face all red and sweaty, but he wasn't sure if you could tell why that was. Until you moved again, and your ass pressed right onto his hard dick. A moan almost escaped him but he covered it up by coughing. He earned a look from everyone else– Hoseok through the rear mirror, Yoongi from the front seat, Jimin and Jungkook from his right-hand side. Everyone had noticed Namjoon was acting weird, but you must have been the only one knowing why. I mean, there was no way you hadn't noticed his erection by then.

Your ass cheeks were perfectly against his dick under his sweats. Just sweatpants couldn't hide anything. And you were still squirming around, rubbing on him, making him clench his jaw so hard he thought he would break his teeth. Were you doing it on purpose? You still had your eyes to the front like there was nothing out of the ordinary, like you weren't killing him slowly underneath you. It had been too long since he had a crush on you. Just sitting next to you could make him hard, how had he thought you sitting on his lap would be a good idea?

A bump on the road and you rocked on top of him, making him hiss. "Are you okay, hyung?" Jimin asked from right next to him. Namjoon could barely nod. "Do you want me to take her?" And he shook his head. Hands gripping your hips even harder.

"N-No."

You turned around again. Your eyes examined his face carefully and there was nowhere for him to hide; pained expression along with his short, quick snorts surely giving him away. You shifted until you were even closer, your ass and hip grinding on him and he couldn't stop himself before his hips lifted, rutting against you just a bit, just enough to make him bite his tongue so that he wouldn't groan from the pleasure. And you were still staring at him.

Fuck. What the hell was wrong with him?

He wasn't some kind of a teenager, some kind of a virgin. He should be able to control things like these by now. How could he let himself get so worked up just because you were sitting on his lap, in such a crowded car? He was gonna get caught and it would be the most embarrassing thing in the world. He closed his eyes almost like if he couldn't see you, then you couldn't know. And he tried to control his breathing, he tried so hard. Until he felt something behind his neck. He jerked, shivering and opening his eyes widely again. You had wrapped your arm over his shoulder, fingers just barely touching his skin right underneath his hair, and it was tickling him, it was making his eyes roll to the back of his head. You, still watching him.

"I'm sorry if I'm hurting you," you spoke.

"You're– you're not."

It acted more as a diversion, as an excuse for the other men in the car not to get suspicious over the way Namjoon was panting. Because right when you said those words, you ground down on his dick even harder, making his mouth drop. You were definitely doing it on purpose. And you were hurting him so bad. Your hand on his back played with the tiny hair on his nape, stroking him more boldly, and Namjoon didn't even try to stop himself from rutting his hips on you this time. Biting his tongue not even helping in disguising his soft whines anymore, just praying the air from the window was loud enough to conceal them. Not by you, though. You could surely hear him, and even if you couldn't, you could feel his throat vibrating under your hand.

You smirked. And then you leaned in, mouth right next to his ear, breath hot and tickling him. Hand grabbing the back of his neck harder. You exhaled a peal of short laughter. "Are you gonna cum?"

His hips jerked forward, legs shaking as he spilt his seed in his pants right away. Struggling to keep quiet and not move too much. Cum staining him and perhaps even you through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. And you pulled away, watching his orgasmic expression with a smug smile you were trying to suppress.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Namjoon? What have you done?

Masterlist

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gold is dull. || jjk || 04

your once-love abandoned you to chase his dreams as a boxer, leaving you and unknowingly, at the time, his son. as much as you want to forget him, you can't. you see him on the billboard, tv commercials, and in your son's room, reminding you of everything you once were. “momma! please take me to golden boy's fight! he’s fighting here! in our hometown. please, momma. for my birthday? i wanna see him in person!”

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

genre: boxer!jk, dilf!jk, single mom! oc, heavy angst, healing, ex-boyfriend, eventual smut, fluff, slow-burn

chapter warnings: fighting, blood, punching, mentions of (off-screen) parental death, mentions of illness, seizure, fever, short of breath, mentions of pregnancy, smut (but not too graphic!), oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, protected sex

chapter wc: 8.7k

A/N: chapter 4!! okay i really enjoyed writing this chapter. i'm so sorry in advance. this chapter will leave you 😭😢😖😣. i cried while writing it because it's so 💔💔 to see him like this. okayyy enjoyyy <3

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GOLDEN BOY CHEATS ON FIANCE WITH LONG TIME EX-GIRLFRIEND

Golden Boy Not So Golden?! 

Jeon neglected his child?! 

WAITRESS MISTRESS! All about Jeon’s baby mommy! 

Jeon and Jiah are not so golden! 

Jeon’s baby momma begs him for money!

Is Jeon really the father? 

“We are here outside of Choi ______’s home, the rumored ex-girlfriend of Jeon Jungkook, the Golden Boy, whom he has a kid with. We will be out here until we get a statement from her to confirm if everything that is being said is true or not.” 

There are photographers and reporters outside your home. You’re sure you even saw some fans holding signs with “W H O R E” written on them. Somehow, your name, your son’s name, and even your address got leaked onto the press. This was exactly what you didn’t want and got. 

“What do we do?!” You shout at Jungkook through the phone. Min-su is confused asking you thousands of questions on why there’s people outside your apartment with cameras. You literally have no idea what to tell him. You can’t tell him that they’re out there calling you “whore” and calling Min-su “the mistress’ son.” You want to protect him against the untruths they are making up about his family. 

“I sent four bodyguards over to your place. Namjoon should be arriving soon,” Jungkook tells you, “Hey, ___.” 

“What?” You annoyingly respond as he’d promised you that this would never happen.“It’ll be okay.” He says. Of course he thinks this will be okay. He’s used to reporters, rumors, articles, but you and Min-su are not. This is new and scary to both of you. Most importantly, annoying. You hate having strangers peek into your life.

There’s a knock on your door. You scurry to open it, hoping it’s Namjoon. 

“Thank god you’re here.” You rub your eyebrows. 

“You need to pack some things. You’re going to stay at Jungkook’s house until everything calms down. It isn’t safe here.” He says as he looks through the window. “You okay?” 

“I’m freaked out, if I’m being completely honest” You let out a nervous chuckle, “We’re safe right?”

“You’ll be fine at Jungkook’s. I won’t let anything bad happen to your or Min-su.” Namjoon warmly smiles at you. His reassurance makes you feel at ease, even with the numerous paparazzi outside. After sharing a moment, Namjoon had recently become more comfortable with you. Your comfort warmed him enough to let you know about something he had placed so deep in his heart.

“Momma, can I please use my iPad?!” Min-su comes out of his room, throwing his fists to the side and stomping. “Baby, we’re going to stay over at your dad’s house. We need to pack.” You lead him back to his room to pack his bag. A wide smile appears on Min-su’s face, completely forgetting about the iPad. He loved going over to his dad’s mansion. It had everything a five year old would want. Jungkook’s playroom for Min-su consisted of video games, VR,  legos of all types, and remote control cars. Jungkook had also designed a room for Min-su. It had decorations ranging from boxing attire and accessories to airplanes and astronauts. Everything a five-year old would want in his room. You’re happy Min-su gets to experience all these things because of his father. You were never able to afford everything he wanted. You’d always pick up an extra shift at your job to try to afford the newest version of the remote-controlled car he wanted. Your financial stress has reduced just a little bit because of that. You’re now able to save more money rather than spending it on toys for Min-su. He has his dad now who can buy him all the toys he wants. 

“You too?!” Min-su excitedly asks. “Yes, me too.” Over this past month, Min-su and Jungkook had gotten comfortable in the “father and son” category, so you let him spend the night with Jungkook without you.

You had gone over to Jungkook’s house before with Min-su, but you had never spent the night there. You were now seeking refuge in the house of the man who abandoned you because of the same man who abandoned you.

“Okay baby, here,” You hand Min-su some headphones.  “Do. Not. Take. Them. Off.” You tell Min-su. “Okay, momma. I promise I won’t take them off.” Min-su gives you his pinky finger, and you wrap yours around his. You handed Min-su headphones playing “You’ve Got A Friend In Me” loud enough that he won’t hear any outside sound but low enough it won’t hurt his ears. You didn’t want Min-su hearing any of the disrespectful comments the paparazzi had to say to you. You also didn’t want him using his iPad for the same reason of encountering any articles that would discredit the love you or Jungkook had for him. 

As soon as you’re both ready with your bags, you walk down the stairs of the apartment complex, ready to face the reporters. You carry Min-su on your arms and Namjoon carries your bags. Him and the other three bodyguards surround you, shoving any reporter or photographer that comes close to you. 

“______, is Jeon really the father?” 

“Is this a lie for money?” 

“Gold-digger!” 

“How did a waitress get with the most famous athlete of South Korea?” 

He wasn’t the most famous athlete of South Korea when I was with him dumbass. Your blood boils as you hear everything they are saying. You hate that they can just make evil rumors about someone without knowing the truth. 

You finally make it to the SUV safe and sound, allowing yourself to breathe. Letting out a deep sigh, you remove Min-su’s headphones, “Baby, you okay?” 

“Yes momma. Who are they?” Min-su pouts his lips. He’s scared of all the bright flashes blinding his and your eyes and the screaming opening mouths of the reporters’ when they shouted questions at you. “They just want to ask questions. They’ll leave soon.” You really hope they will. You hope everything will be okay and everything will return back to normal. You never ever want Min-su to go through this ever again. You choose to trust Jungkook’s voice that everything will be okay. 

As soon as you arrive to Jungkook’s house, you feel relieved at the sight of no press or cameras flashing at you. Jungkook opens the door wearing a white sleeveless tank showcasing his full tattooed sleeve and grey sweatpants. Although you’re angry at Jungkook for breaking his promise, you can’t help but glance at his arms, his tattoos, his pecks that stretch out his shirt. You wish you could fully stare at his tattoos, analyzing what each one means. Looking at his arms this closed-up, you remember his once clear arm under all those tattoos and once skinnier arm under all those muscles. You remember the feeling of his arms at your touch. Although his body looks unrecognizable from before, you still see that rookie fighter you fell in love with. 

Jungkook crouches down to hug Min-su, “Hi kiddo! You excited to stay with daddy for some time?”“Yessss!” Min-su exclaims at his question. “Alright, help Namjoon hyung to your room.” You interrupt their happy moment wanting to talk to Jungkook alone. 

“What’s up? You good?” Jungkook calmly asks you as he nonchalantly walks over to the dining room. You’re behind, following him.

“No. You promised this wasn’t going to happen! This was exactly what I didn’t want to happen and look!” You throw your hands up to the air. You’re annoyed that he hasn’t even stopped to look at you. He’s just casually walking. “Hey! Stop walking and look at me!” You’re tired of him and this. Why is he acting like this isn’t a big deal? It might not be to him but to you it is. 

“Hey hey, I know. It wasn’t anyone’s fault.” Jungkook tells you, “You’ll be okay. It’ll simmer down in a bit.” Again that everything will be okay. You trust him that it will be but it’s just getting harder and harder to. It seems like he doesn’t even care. “Yeah, bu-but. We’re out there. Our faces. The comments. Everything.” You place your hands over your eyes, taking a defeated seat on the dining chair.

“Mama looks stressed.” Jiah walks into the dining room. Of course you are scared. She has that same nonchalant walk as Jungkook. Are they not fucking worried? She greets Jungkook with a kiss. She follows to move into the kitchen, “Chamomile or green?” She shouts into the dining room. 

“Chamomile, thank you.” 

She hands you the tea and then goes sit on Jungkook’s lap. There’s plenty of chairs available, but obviously she’ll choose Jungkook’s lap. You can’t blame her. It’s the best seat in the house. “It’s only a matter of time to get used to all that. You’re out there, can’t come back in, now.” She raises her eyebrows and sips her tea. She’s correct, but you wish she wouldn’t be so blunt with her statements. You’re obviously scared and stressed and she’s only adding salt to the wound. 

“Babe, cmon, don’t scare her.” Jungkook shakes his head and chuckles. 

“It’s the truth.” She smirks, then proceeds to kiss him. 

There’s now an almost full-out make out session between Jungkook and Jiah happening right in front of your eyes. Something you did not want to see. You are absolutely third-wheeling at the moment. “Excuse me.” You say quietly, excusing yourself from the heating moment happening in the living room. They don’t shoot you a glance, too busy eating their mouths off each other. 

This whole situation makes you feel like Jungkook has no respect for you. He doesn’t update you about what’s going to happen. Is he just going to let it die down? Is he going to do something about it? Who leaked the information? You don’t know how these things work. You’re not used to do this. You just wish he could tell you something. Anything. Not just that it’ll be okay. It’s starting to sound like a made up phrase by him. 

Trying to put your focus on Min-su, you’re going up to the playroom and telling him a part of why there’s reporters outside his home, the headphones, and why he can’t use his iPad. You figured that it’s better for Min-su to hear the truth from you rather than hear or see something elsewhere that isn’t you. 

“Hi baby, how you doing?” You interrupt Min-su as he’s playing a VR game. He doesn’t respond because of the headset he’s wearing, so you just sit on the blue beanbag waiting until he’s done. 

“Hi momma!” He finishes the game only to start setting up another one. 

“Here, sit down. I want to talk to you.” You pat your hand on the spot next to you. Min-su sits and listens attentively. 

“So you know all those people that were outside the house with the cameras and mics. I asked you to wear your headphones because they were saying lies about your mom and dad. And you don’t want to hear lies, 

right?” You scrunch your nose, shaking your head. 

“I only want to hear the truth!” Min-su exclaims.

“Mom and dad love you so much. They would only want what’s best for you. That’s all you need to know, okay?” 

“Okay.” Min-su nods. “Anything you hear, don’t believe it. Unless it comes from me.” You smile pulling him into a hug. “And from dad, too?” Min-su looks up to you from the cuddling hug. “Yes, from dad too.” You roll your eyes and laugh. 

You let Min-su keep playing and head off to the guest room where you’ll be staying in. “Oh. Hi.” You say at Namjoon who catches you off-guard as he’s standing in the room. He has a controller on his hand and he’s putting close attention to it as he messes with the TV. “Hey. I was just setting up your room. I’ll be out of your way soon.” As soon as he’s done with TV, he proceeds to adjust the A/C. 

“Namjoon, you don’t have to do all this.” You warmly smile at him. He nods and continues to do what he was doing. 

You’re eternally grateful at him for keeping Min-su and you safe, throughout all this. The only one who has attempted to made you understand how all this works. In the drive over to Jungkook’s, Namjoon explained to you how this usually simmers down in about a week, but earlier if the subject makes a press conference, that being Jungkook. 

“Okay. Done. I’ll get out of your way, now.” He says. 

“Hey, can I ask for a favor?” Your voice stopping Namjoon from leaving, “I forgot my uniform for work tomorrow. Could you be able to get it for me?” 

“You won’t be able to return to work. They know where you work. They won’t stop bothering you if you go. It’s not safe.”

As much as you hate your job, it makes a living for you and Min-su. You’re not going because you like to serve rich folks their favorite Italian food, but because you need to pay for Min-su’s doctor appointments and medicine. Your hands go to your face in stress and you nod. It’s true what Namjoon is saying. Besides it being a dangerous place for you, your boss won’t let you return. Not after all the tabloids of you and the missing days of work. 

“You okay?” Namjoon asks taking a step towards you. 

“Yeah,” That question begins to open the doors for tears to fall. You turn around and quickly wipe them off your face so Namjoon won’t see. You find yourself embarrassed at the thought of crying in front of Namjoon. “You sure?” He asks, again. 

“No, I’m not.” You chuckle and sit at the edge of the bed. Namjoon joins you approaches you and sits beside you. The embarrassment is quickly swooned away by the comfort Namjoon gives you, allowing the rest of your tears to fall down your face. 

“Here.” He hands you tissues that are on the nightstand. 

“Thank you.” You wipe your tears. 

“_____. You’re one of the strongest people I know. You’re okay. You’ll be okay.” Namjoon turns to look at you and you mirror his actions. He squeezes your hand. Namjoon makes you feel comfortable, safe, and protected. 

You like the feeling he gives you. 

As soon as you hear Jungkook’s steps approaching your room, Namjoon quickly stiffens his posture and quickly walks out towards the door of your room, where he’s met with Jungkook, “Oh Joon, you’re still here? I thought you’d left,” Jungkook asks as he look inside the room, where he spots you sitting on the bed. “Oh. ___. Hey.” 

“I was just setting up ______’s room. I’m done, now. Bye Kook, see you tomorrow.” He taps Jungkook’s shoulder, and turns around to look at you once more, “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, Namjoon.” You smile. As you stare at Namjoon’s body walking out the door, you’re brought back by Jungkook, “Kiddo sleeping already?”

“Yup.” You reply as you fold some of the clothes from your duffel bag. You don’t want to continue any sort of conversation with Jungkook. 

“Well, I’ll leave you to it.” Jungkook says. “Huh?” You look up confused. “Folding clothes.” He chuckles and points at the clothes. “By the way, whatever you need, just get it. No need to ask.” You nod. 

“Goodnight _____.” He warmly smiles at you.

“Night.” You don’t look at him as you continue your “task” of folding clothes. 

You’re turning and turning unable to fall asleep. You don’t know if it’s the different bed, the house, the reporters, or sleeping in the same house as Jungkook. You don’t try to make much out of it but sleeping in the guy that left you’s house with his fiancé and his and your son feels surreal to you. You decide to go down to the kitchen and make another tea to relax and help you sleep. 

As you’re pouring the boiling tea in your cup, you see a figure appear from behind the wall divider. You jump, causing the boiling water to fall on your hand. Jungkook scares you as you thought it was only you who was awake. You’re more shocked at what he’s wearing, or the lack of what he’s wearing. He’s shirtless with the grey sweatpants he was wearing earlier that night. His tattoo sleeve runs almost to the beginning of his right peck. His abdomen, torso, and waist, are perfectly proportioned, as if they were sculptured by man. You had recently seen all this already on TV and in person, but never this up close. Five years ago, his body was perfect, too. But now. Now there was a certain power to it. A power of maturity, manliness, and dominance. 

Fuck. 

“Shit.” You shake your hand trying to relieve the burning feeling on your fingers. 

“Sorry, sorry.” Jungkook comes closer to you, taking your hand and putting it under the sink, letting cold water run over it. He grabs a cold compress and places it on your hand. As he places the cold cloth on your skin, his finger makes contact with your hand. His touch brings a certain feeling to the pit of your stomach. You stare into each other’s eyes when both of you feel each other tense up at the contact. A flicker of nostalgia in the eyes of both.

You break out of it when Jungkook asks, “Can’t sleep?” 

“Nope. You?” You say as you take the cloth from his hand to hold it yourself, walking away to sit on the counter stool. “Can’t sleep.” He chuckles, joining you as he sits on the stool across from yours. 

“So, what are you going to do about everything that’s been going on?” You take a sip from your tea, hoping he lets something out. “Why in such a hurry? You don’t like my hospitality?” Jungkook laughs. His doe eyes not breaking contact with yours. You usually enjoy his jokes, without him knowing of course, but this one not too much. You just want to go back to your daily life, but he keeps acting like this is not a big deal. 

“No, it’s just that I need to work.” You tell him. Your hand finding your forehead, again. Even with the annoyingness you feel at Jungkook, the stress you feel is too much for you to hide it. 

“____, please. Let me help you.” Jungkook says. 

“No, no, no. We’re fine. Gosh, I don’t want you you to think I mentioned work or anything so you could offer me money. It’s just-.” That’s the last thing you’d want. The topic of money was a difficult one for you. You were first accused of wanting money from who you thought was Jungkook when you sent the letter. Next, you were accused by Jungkook’s manager after the fight. Then, by the press calling you a gold-digger. Accepting money from Jungkook feels like you’re proving them all right, when that’s clearly not the case. 

Jungkook walks over to sit on the stool next to yours. “Hey, hey, I know. I just want to help you out. You’ve been doing all this by yourself for the past five years. I want to help you.” Jungkook grabs your injured hand and puts it on your chest, “You need to keep it up.” You tense at his action again, but you hide it better this time. 

“No-” You say. “Yes, _____. Let me pay for his medical expenses. Only that. And I won’t talk to you about money ever again. Even if you say no, I’ll find a way to pay for it.” He raises his eyebrows, leaving you no choice but to stay quiet. As much as you hate to admit it, you would like some of his financial help for Min-su’s medical costs. They can be burdening sometimes. 

The utter silence is surrounded by each other’s presence. There’s something lingering in your chest and stomach as a result of sitting with Jungkook this late at night. You’re unable to decipher whatever that “something” is. This unknown “something” is also what’s making you hold a conversation with Jungkook. 

“So, you ever got around to opening that bakery shop?” Jungkook asks. 

“That, um, never happened.” You slowly nod, taking another sip of your tea. You went to college to get a degree in business administration so you could open a restaurant. Your dream was to have a successful bakery shop that could be someone’s “go-to spot”, just like that coffee shop that you and Jungkook loved to go to. You feel ashamed and embarrassed you couldn’t reach it. You see Jungkook has achieved everything he ever dreamt of and you didn’t. 

“Why? What happened?” He asks. 

“I never finished college.” A laugh comes out of you. In your college years, you were an overachiever who got straight A’s with some B’s on the advanced math classes, but you were overall an excellent student. No one expected you to drop out. It’s now even funny to you when you say it out loud. 

“What?!” Jungkook almost chokes on his tea. Obviously, a shocker to him as well. 

You laugh again, “Got knocked up. Couldn’t finish the last year.” 

The first semester of your senior year were the last four months of your pregnancy. You were too tired to do the classes. You didn’t have enough money to pay tuition plus take care of yourself and Min-su. It eventually got too hard for you, leaving you no choice to drop out. 

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook looks down at his cup of water.

“Yeah well, it takes two to make a kid,” You chuckle, “And things happen for a reason, right?” He nods, still looking down at the water. Another silence lingers over the two of you. It’s quickly over, though, when Jungkook looks up and asks you about your mom. 

“Your mom. How is she?” He asks with a smile on his face. Jungkook and your mom always had a special relationship. She’d always be present at every one of Jungkook’s fights, even if she hated boxing because it would “destroy his beautiful face.” Your mom loved him as his own son. She always told you that the Jungkook was the best thing that ever happened to you. She still believed that even when he abandoned you because he had “gifted you with the most precious gift in the world.” You remember her cradling you as you sobbed on her arms when Jungkook abandoned you. You remember her voice repeating “that’s just how it’s meant to be baby.” And it was. 

“She passed away last year.” Your smile falling. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. Fuck.” Jungkook’s hands covering his face. It hurt him to know that he wasn’t able to see her one last time. He was too caught up in his new life that he forgot about everyone in his old one. 

“What happened?” He slowly says while his eyebrows furrow upwards. 

“Brain aneurysm.” You look down at your empty cup. The death was a sudden and devastating one. You couldn’t understand how she could one day be here and not the next day. Your dad simply called you and told you the news. That was the first time you talked to Min-su about what death meant. You were unsure how to but you pulled through with the help of Daeun and Seokjin. You have now grieved and are able to accept her death. You can now talk about it without crying. 

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. He simply stays staring at you. 

“I’m going to make a press conference by the way. On Monday. Explaining who you and Min-su are.” He gives you a side smile. Jungkook figured that was the only way to clear up any rumors. Although he never cared for rumors or anything the press said about him, he knew it wasn’t fair to you and Min-su to be talked about in that way. They were derogatory labels that you didn’t deserve to have. He didn’t want the mother of his child to be labeled that way with the public. Not with how much you once meant to him.  

This is the first time you and Jungkook have a conversation that is not about Min-su. Talking to Jungkook feels natural and good. You’re unsure if it’s because it’s midnight, the lack of sleep, the nostalgia he brings you, or something completely different that makes you appreciate having a conversation with him.  

It’ll all return to normalcy in the morning. 

You walk in front of Jungkook in complete darkness up the stairs. He’s one step behind you. As you’re about to take a step, you place your foot on the edge of the step, causing you to lean your body on Jungkook’s bare torso. You’re able to feel his defined abs and chest that make a crease on your silk pajamas. He places his strong veiny hands on your waist to impend you from completely falling back. He feels your muscles tense as he grabs your waist. You feel his hot breathing on your neck, which makes you gulp. Jungkook feels his fingers press on your skin. As he holds you, he looks at your clear soft neck, wanting to—

“Woah, woah. Watch your step.” He hides his desire with a chuckle, causing you and him come back from whatever trance you were in. 

You remove his hands from your waist, hurrying up the stairs into your room. 

Jungkook stays in the stairwell. He’s transfixed at what he just felt. 

His tensed body from you. 

“Sweetie, just smile. It’ll be fine.” Jiah tells you in the car as she reapplies her signature bold red lipstick. 

You and Jiah are riding together to the hotel for the press conference because Jungkook’s new manager, Min Yoongi, advised that it’d look great if you and her rode together to show the friendly dynamic between the “baby momma and fiancé.” Jungkook and Min-su rode in a separate car to arrive together to the event to “warm the hearts of the press with Jungkook’s fatherly love.”

Paparazzi grace the entrance of the hotel. The bodyguard opens the door of the SUV and you are once again blinded by the flashes of the camera. 

“Alright, Mama. Let’s go. I’ll be right behind you.” Jiah tells you as you’re getting off the car. 

“Jiah! How’s your relationship with your fiancé’s baby momma?!” A paparazzi yells out to her. 

“Amazing!” She laughs and interlocks her arm with yours, “Smile.” She says between her smiling teeth. 

Your relationship with Jiah was not amazing. It wasn’t anything. Not amazing. Not bad. Not great. Just nothing. She would throw in her two cents here and there, but she usually acts as if you’re not there. You don’t care. She doesn’t owe you anything. You don’t owe her anything, either. She’s there because of Jungkook and you’re there because of Min-su. Simple as that. 

Jungkook and Min-su arrive to the entrance with Namjoon. Jungkook has Min-su on his arms, sitting on his hip. Min-su looks like a pro with all the cameras. He shines his pearly whites to them. 

“Momma!” Min-su goes running to you, grabbing your leg. You had just seen him 30 minutes ago, but that’s just how Min-su greets his momma. 

Jungkook greets Jiah with a kiss. 

“Hi.” He tells you as he looks down to the floor. You simply nod. 

Ever since that night in the stairs, you and Jungkook have returned to minimal conversation. Jungkook used to try to make small talk here and there, but now he didn’t even attempt it. There’s sort of an awkward tension between both. 

“Okay shall we?” Jungkook asks everyone surrounding him. You all follow him and go into the conference room, where you are greeted by reporters and cameras. 

You and Min-su stay backstage, watching everything through the screen. Jiah sits in the chair right beside the podium where Jungkook is standing. Yoongi on the other side. 

Jungkook clears his throat and taps the mic, “Alright, let’s begin.” 

“I’m a little disappointed, if I’m being honest,” He chuckles. “I thought you all were my friends.” He clenches his chest. The audience laughs. 

You’re amazed at his charisma. From what you remember, Jungkook was never this charismatic with interviewers. He used to be a shy guy who hated giving interviews due to his introverted personality. When small YouTube boxing channels would come to his fights and interview him, he’d just stare at the camera with his big doe eyes unsure what to say. He’s still the same person, he’s just better at hiding it.  

“I had a son with Choi  _______ five years ago when we were in a relationship. However, only until this year, I found out about having a son. Me and _____ broke off our relationship and lost contact.” He pauses. 

You scoff when you hear him say that. That is not how you remember it. You know he can’t say what he truly did, but it still annoys you when you hear him say that. He should at least apologize to you first and then give it a try on changing the narrative. 

“I did not neglect my child. I simply did not know. I hope you all understand that. Me and _____ will continue to co-parent Min-su as we have already been doing, along Jiah.” He pauses to smile at her. “Additionally, I hope you can respect Min-su’s and Min-su’s mother’s privacy from now on.” He pauses. “They are not used to all of this. If you have some human decency, please respect them. Thank you.” He smiles. “Oh and before I forget, a little guy wanted to say hi.” Min-su goes on to the stage and Jungkook carries him to reach the mic on the podium. 

“Hiiii! I’m Min-su!” He exclaims to the mic. You cover your mouth, endeared by Min-su’s cuteness. Jungkook giggles behind Min-su. 

“Alright, that’s it. Thank you for coming. Now let me and my family rest.” He laughs and walks off the stage. 

Jungkook and Min-su return backstage. He crouches down to Min-su’s height and pinches his nose, “You did amazing kiddo! You loved it, didn’t you?” He laughs. “Yes!” Min-su exclaims. Jungkook lets off Min-su by your side and completely avoids you. He doesn’t even shoot you a glance or a nod your way. You were getting used to them. 

The nature of Jungkook’s avoidance is the guilt he feels at the lie about the relationship with you. He feels guilty and remorse at leaving you on your own. He’s attempting to forget about everything he did, but his conscience is too strong to let him forget. It’s slowly pulling him and he seeks a distraction to let himself enjoy everything before it completely consumes him. Jungkook goes and grabs Jiah by the waist, pulling her into a passionate kiss. We’re in public.

As the whole team is walking into the lobby you’re greeted by another team. You spot Jungkook’s old evil manager, Taehyung, and an orange haired man stand in the middle of other men surrounding them. Your blood turns hot when you see his smug face. That smirk. He’s looking at you with that face you wish you could slap. Min-su is falling asleep on your shoulder, so you just rub his back, not wanting him to wake up and see that bastard. Jungkook is infuriated when he sees Taehyung staring at you and Min-su. You see his fists clench and unclench, trying to keep his anger contained. 

“You’re welcome, Kook.” Taehyung grins, eyes meeting his. Jungkook chuckles and rolls his eyes, walking towards the door. He’s trying his best to hide the anger he feels at the sight and voice of Taehyung. “Guess they really did like the photos and story.” Taehyung laughs. 

Of course it was him who released everything. Your name. Your address. Min-su’s name. Your job. Everything. It comes to a surprise to Jungkook and his team, since they had yet to figure out the culprit. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” Jungkook storms to Taehyung ready to hit him. However, before Jungkook gets to him, Namjoon holds him back, “Not worth it Kook. Min-su is watching. Let it go.” He whispers to him. Jungkook knows he must control himself because of his son. Jungkook scoffs and turns back, walking away. 

You’re biting your lip with widened eyes. You’re scared at the altercation happening right in front of your eyes. You hate fights outside a ring. Especially when Jungkook is part of them. Min-su is waking up at the noise. “Shh-shh baby. Go to sleep.” You try to keep Min-su asleep, but too late. He’s already looking at his dad being held back by Namjoon. “Mommy, what’s happening?” You don’t know what to tell him. “Nothing, nothing. Everything’s okay.” You try your best to keep Min-su and yourself calm. 

As Jungkook is walking away, the orange-haired man speaks up, “What? You scared of getting dirty?” He laughs, throwing his head back. Jungkook ignores the comment, eyes fixated on Min-su. 

“You scared of what? Your fiancé? Kid? Or,” He throws his head back again with that obnoxious laugh, “Or whore seeing?” Their whole team starts to laugh, celebrating his comment. 

You see Jungkook’s face turn red and fists clench at the last comment. You know what he’s about to do. You turn Min-su’s face and you close your eyes. 

He shakes off Namjoon’s hold on his shoulder and storms over to the guy. Jungkook punches him right on the jaw. The guy returns the hit with a punch to the chin. The fight between the two has escalated into a rumble between bodyguards. Jungkook’s bodyguards are trying to pick the man off Jungkook. However, the other team’s men are not letting the fight end, as they are pushing Jungkook’s men off their man. Taehyung is at the corner of the room, watching everything with a smirk on his face. He caused this. What he wanted, he achieved. 

Min-su is crying on your shoulder scared at the rumble happening in front of him with his dad in the center of it. He’s crying and shouting “Daddy!” Begging him to stop. Min-su is terrified of blood, and now he is seeing his dad bleed outside a boxing ring, making it all more scary for him. “Baby, calm down. Daddy does this all the time.” You tell Min-su trying to calm him down. You and Min-su know damn well Jungkook doesn’t do this all the time.

You need to leave as soon as possible. You don’t want Min-su to see his dad in this position. 

“Take us home!” You shout at the bodyguard who stands next to you. As you’re scurrying to the outside of the building, you look back inside, the man is above Jungkook, punching him everywhere. You’re hoping this is over soon. You’re worried for Jungkook not wanting him to get hurt, but a part of you is angry at him for letting his words to get to him. He’s a father now, he must think like one. He must not let his anger get in the middle of his rationality. 

You’re in the car and Min-su is still crying. “Momma, will daddy be okay?” He says in between breaths. “Yes-yes baby.” You continue to hug him, rocking him back and forth. 

Back in the hotel lobby, Namjoon finally manages to pull Jungkook away from the rumble. The man’s bodyguards do the same to him, ending the rumble. “I told you not to fucking do this!” Namjoon yells at Jungkook. Jungkook hysterically looks around the lobby, searching for you and Min-su. 

“I’m Park fucking Jimin and next time I see you, I’ll take your fucking belt.” The man says as he wipes the blood away from his lip with his thumb. 

“Take me to them!” Jungkook shouts at Namjoon in the SUV. 

“No.” Namjoon dryly replies looking towards the front of the car. 

“Take me to them!” Jungkook shouts again, grabbing Namjoon’s arm. 

“Not like this.” Namjoon responds. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Jungkook hits the seat on his car. He knows Namjoon is correct. He can’t show up looking like a bloody mess. He needs to calm down first. Jungkook is scared his own son sees him in a different light after the fight in the lobby. He’s afraid he has disappointed Min-su and you. 

Jungkook arrives to his house where the his doctor, Jiah, and Yoongi are waiting for him. Jiah and Yoongi got out of there as soon as Jungkook threw the first punch, not wanting to witness any more of it. They knew exactly what was going to happen. 

Jiah caresses his face, as she shakes her head. “You just had to, huh?” Jiah disappointedly tells him. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” Jungkook hugs Jiah giving her a kiss on her cheek. He sits on the kitchen counter stool so the doctor can stitch his his eyebrow up. His eyebrow piercing was ripped off in the fight. 

“I wanna fight him.” Jungkook turns to look at Yoongi. 

“No. It’s not going to happen.” Yoongi shakes his head. 

“Why? You don’t think I can win?” Jungkook narrows his eyes at Yoongi. 

“He’s not a clean fighter, Jungkook.” Yoongi shakes his head. 

Park Jimin was known to be a dangerous and ambitious fighter. He’d always hurt his opponents, badly, due to his unfairness. There were even rumors that he’d mess with his opponent’s family to mess with their heads before a fight. That’s what scared Jungkook’s team the most. Park Jimin was a fighter that would go to extremes to win a fight. 

“I don’t give a fuck. I’ll show him how it is to win a clean fight,” Jungkook angrily tells Yoongi. “Set the damn fight.” Jungkook instructs him. After all, they had to do what Jungkook instructs them to do. He is their boss. 

“Sign, then.” Yoongi hands Jungkook the iPad. 

Taehyung had emailed all the fighting documents to Yoongi last week. Yoongi and Jungkook’s lawyers had a time to oversee everything and confirm the legality of it. Everything seemed correct, however, Yoongi did not want to tell Jungkook anything about it for his and his family’s safety. It was too risky. Jungkook wasn’t the only one who’d be going into the ring, it was going to be everyone he loves. 

Jungkook, still fired up up from the altercation, grabs the iPad and signs. 

He will fight Park Jimin. 

Min-su was still crying when you arrived to your apartment. Fortunately, you were able to calm him down with some cartoons that you put on the TV. Min-su wasn’t scared of his dad or disappointed in him. He was scared for him. He never liked to see his dad bleed. Not on the TV screen. Less in person.

As you’re sitting on the couch watching the cartoon with Min-su, you hear a knock on your door. Namjoon had dropped Jungkook off at his house and then came over to your apartment to make sure you and Min-su were okay. 

You let Namjoon in giving him a tight lipped smile. 

“Namjoon hyung!” Min-su exclaims at the sight of Namjoon. “Hey, buddy.” Namjoon high fives Min-su giving him a warm smile. 

“How are you two doing?” Namjoon asks you and Min-su. You turn to look at Min-su. “I’m okay, now.” He smiles and returns to look at the cartoons. “That’s good. Your dad’s okay, too.” You sigh. You feel relieved knowing that Jungkook is okay. You knew he’d be okay, but still it feels good to hear it from someone that isn’t your own thoughts. 

“He is?!” Min-su looks at Namjoon with big doe eyes and bunny smile. “Of course he is! He’s Jeon!” Namjoon chuckles and mimics a punch, which lets a chuckle out of Min-su. 

You and Namjoon go to the kitchen leaving Min-su in the living room watching cartoons. 

“He wanted to come over.” Namjoon tells you how Jungkook was eager to see you and Min-su after the fight. “Good, that you didn’t let him. It would’ve only scared Min-su more. And I would’ve punched him.” You didn’t like how Jungkook handled the situation. He’s a father now. His kid was watching. And he still decided to go hit that guy.  Jimin disrespected you. He could’ve just let it go. 

“I figured.” Namjoon laughs. 

“Okay, well I have to go. Thank you for the water.” He chuckles as he raises his water bottle. 

“There’s nothing like my water.” You embarrassedly place your hand on your eye at the realization of the joke you just made. He ignores your comment, not even letting out a polite chuckle. You don’t blame him. That was not a joke worthy of any laughter. There’s a certain feeling you get when you’re with Namjoon alone. You like his company. You’re attracted to him. However, you don’t know why you feel so eager to want to be with him.

Before he goes down the stairs of the apartment complex, you call him from your door, “Namjoon! Did-um- Jungkook send you here? Or…” He walks back to your door, standing right in from of you, looking straight into your gaze. There is a connection you both feel. The desire to do more than just stare and talk. “No. He doesn’t know I’m here.” He says breathy. His eyes falling to your lips. Your lips part and your eyes slowly blink. “I’ll see you around.” He nods and leaves. You’re left with wanting more from him. There is a heavy desire. Your gaze towards him is one of wanting to explore and discover more of him. You close the door and rest your head on it. This feeling has only become more powerful after the interaction with Jungkook in the stairs, though. 

“Momma.” Min-su tells you, getting you out of the things you were imagining, “I wanna sleep, already.” 

“Yes, baby. Let’s go.” You smile at Min-su.

You give Min-su his medicine and take him to his bed. He quickly falls asleep with two back rubs. The crying from earlier definitely tired him out. 

You get a beer and throw yourself on the couch. You’re finally relaxing after the eventful evening you had. You feel good, no, amazing that you won’t be going to work anymore. You didn’t even attempt to go to your boss and beg him for another chance. You had been working in the same place for four years, and now you’re going to take this so-needed break from work all-around. You feel like you are now able to due to Jungkook’s help on paying for Min-su’s medical expenses. That’s what kept you there. 

You’re relaxing when you hear a knock on the door, again. You open the door and see him standing there. His gaze exploring your lips.

“Did you-um forget something?” You ask knowing exactly what he forgot.

“Is Min-su asleep?” He asks, not breaking eye contact with your lips. 

“Yeah, ye-yes.” You stutter, knowing exactly what’s about to happen. 

“Good.” 

He places both hands on your face and pounds on your lips. You grab his wrists and kiss him back. Your lips are pulsing with every kiss he lands on you. He gropes your ass as he lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and feel his cock harden against the dress pajamas you’re wearing. You arch your back, wanting to feel his cock deep inside of you. His lips press against your warm neck. Moans and whines come from your mouth as you feel his sloppy kisses make way from your neck to your lips. 

“Left room.” You murmur on his ear. Namjoon places you on the bed and gently brings up your leg, kissing it from your ankle to your thigh. He caresses your thighs, proceeding to open your legs, displaying your creased panties from your wet folds. “Joon, please.” You moan as you feel yourself almost reaching your high from only seeing Namjoon’s head between your thighs. 

“Yes, ma’am?” He looks up at you with a sultry smirk, as he begins to run his fingers through your folds. Unable to say anything, you throw your head back in pleasure from feeling his large thick fingers enter your cunt. You place your elbows on the bed, meeting your clit with your middle finger. He removes your hand from your clit and pushes you to lay completely on your back. He wants it to be him who brings you to your high. He leans in, placing his lips on your wet folds, giving them slow strokes across, then quickly taking them up to your clit. He swirls his tongue on your stimulating bud. His tongue is quick enough to make you think he’s consuming every savoring taste from your cunt while simultaneously flicking your clit. With his knuckles deep inside you and his tongue’s circling motion, you throw your head back and arch your back, reaching your first climax of the night. Your walls throb against his fingers, your clit swells, and your whimpers make him smirk. Your thighs continue to shake and your skin continues to feel flushed, wanting more.

“You like that?” He asks you. 

“I want you inside of me.” You pant, holding back moans from the orgasm. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He kisses your red, swollen lips, while holding your hands above your head. He proceeds to bring his hands to your tits, handing you a pleasurable painful grab, that makes you release a cry, “Fuck.” His tongue meets your hard nipples. He sucks on them as if it’s his last meal. He proceeds to remove his belt and pants, exposing his big and thick cock. 

“Fuck me.” You plead.

He grabs his pants to get the condom from his pocket. He rolls it in. “You ready?” He’s on top of you with his dick right in front of your cunt. Your cunt aches to feel his heat join yours. “Mhm.” You nod unable to say anything more. 

You arch your back, hips going forward, wanting to feel every inch of his cock reach inside you. He thrusts his thick cock into you. You feel your cunt’s walls stretch to his size. After he’s completely inside you, he reaches out, leaving the crown of his cock inside, ready to thrust into you again. He fucks you rhythmically. His thrusts are soft yet powerful. You hear the wetness of your pussy make a squelching noise every time he thrusts in you, making you whine. He passionately fucks you in the way you can slowly feel your eyes roll back, appreciate each pulse in your cunt and each individual nerve reach their climax. 

“You fuck so good,” you say breathless as you try to find composure after your orgasm. 

“F-fuck, I’m coming.” He murmurs. 

He pulls his cock out of your throbbing pussy, removing his condom full of his cum. He goes into your restroom to grab towels to wipe your wet, dirty, pussy. He opens your legs and cleans you up. He then proceeds to lay down next to your naked, sweaty body, placing his big arm over you. You like feeling Namjoon by your side. 

“I like you,” He whispers looking directly into your eyes. You smile. You get up and quickly put on your pajamas to go go back to cuddling with him. Although you liked being with Namjoon there’s a constant thought in your mind, “He’s Jungkook’s bodyguard.” It worries you how you’re thinking about Jungkook when you’re in bed with another man. Namjoon stays by your side until you fall asleep. He gets dressed and quietly leaves your apartment not wanting to wake your up. 

“Momma. Momma.” Min-su stands next to you in your bed, tapping your shoulder. It’s 3:00 AM and you are sound asleep, exhausted after the exciting night you just had with Namjoon

“What?! What?!” You jump from your bed, turning the lamp on your night stand. You’d always get scared when Min-su, or anyone, would wake you up during the night. You sit up and grab his hands, “What baby?” 

“I don’t feel good, momma.” Min-su says with a frown. Your blood rushes down to your feet. 

Min-su has congenital heart disease. He was born with his aortic valve damaged. All until he was a year old, the doctors thought he wasn’t going to make it. The reconstructive surgery he needed was dangerous and they weren’t even sure it would even do anything for Min-su. Although, the surgery was a risk, it was also a chance for a healthy life for Min-su. One he didn’t get if nothing was done. So, you gathered every strength and cent that you had and agreed to the surgery to give Min-su a chance to live a healthy and normal childhood. Fortunately, the surgery worked and it has kept Min-su’s heart healthy all these years. With medicine and monthly checkups with his pediatrician, Min-su has been a normal and healthy kid. You’re afraid that has been until now. 

Min-su’s skin is pale, he’s coughing, and breathing rapidly. “It hurts here,” He points to his chest, “And the room is spinning, mommy.” You sit him on your bed. Min-su proceeds to vomit all over the floor. You run to the bathroom to get a towel to clean his mouth and a bucket where he can continue to throw up in, since he can’t seem to stop. “Baby, take a breath.” You tell Min-su trying to calm him down as he’s now sobbing because of what he’s feeling. When you grab his face to blow his nose, you feel his cheeks burning hot. You run back to the bathroom to get the thermometer from the cabinet. “Open and then close.” You place the thermometer under Min-su’s tongue. “Shit.” It’s 103.5 F. The temperature is too high and Min-su does not look good. Your legs are shaking, but you’re trying to stay calm so Min-su won’t get more scared. 

“Okay, baby. Can you get up?” You ask Min-su checking to see if he’s still dizzy. “I feel like imma fall down if I stand mommy.” Min-su frowns, confused as to why he feels such way. You run to your closet to get a coat for you and a blanket from your bed. You wrap Min-su in it. “Okay, cmon.” You grunt as you carry him in your arms. You strap Min-su in your car, still looking pale as ever with raspy breaths.“Momma, where are we going?” “Hospital, baby.” You look at him through the rear mirror. He only nods. 

As you’re arriving to the hospital, Min-su’s eyes roll back and he starts uncontrollably shaking. 

“Min-su! Min-su!” You cry. 

“What’s up?” Jungkook says with his raspy morning voice. 

“Jungkook,” You cry his name, not caring if you’re being vulnerable with Jungkook and not caring if things have been awkward between you and him. He’s the only one who is going to understand what you’re feeling. 

He’s Min-su’s father. 

“_______! What?!” His voice getting louder, confused at why you’re crying his name. He knows you wouldn’t do that if it wasn’t serious.

“Jungkook, Min-su he-he’s-” You stutter, unable to come up with words. 

“Min-su is what?! _______, please bab-. Please take a deep breath. Where are you?” Jungkook pacing back and forth, scared shitless, but keeping his voice calm for your sake.

“Something’s wrong with him. We’re at the university hospital.” You say between breaths. 

“I’m coming.” Jungkook tells you. 

He snatches the keys from his nightstand and storms out of his house. Eager to hold Min-su and you in his arms. 

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Class Act

synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and you’re just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?

pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au

warnings; classic college tropes, angst in the form of cheerleaders(but not all!) misjudging reader, but mainly just a whole bunch of sweet jock Namjoon for your pleasure, a letterman jacket kink rises to the surface, reader is awkward, joon is a patient angel baby cause he’s in lOoOve with reader so much 🥺 uhhhhm there will be sexual intercourse and it will be soft and cute with protection being used cause they smart cookies(and so are you!)

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 4,744

a/n; happy birthday to our favorite accident prone, gentle giant, dimple baby Kim Namjoon! like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content — like this! all the love, always.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet

It was another chilly September evening.

The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.

You secure your jacket tighter around your shivering figure, the unforgiving wind still somehow making it through the thick material no matter how hard you try otherwise. The people around you both cheer when your team scores a touchdown, and boo when the away team does.

All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.

Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.

The bleachers erupt into a fit of cheers, hooting, and hollering, your team winning the game by a landslide. Not that you ever doubted it. Namjoon and the other players gradually make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get washed up. With your seat being next to the corridor that they walk through, you get a good luck as they go by.

Namjoon is waving politely at those that chant his name in earnest. He’s not the quarterback, but he’s just as popular, if not more. His talents are phenomenal when it came to the sport, everyone sure that he was going to get recognized by an agent and signed by end of his college career.

You join the rest of those that chant his name, though your voice is easily drowned out by those who aren’t afraid to scream their hearts out. For a split second, your eyes lock with his. That dimpled smile widens, and you woefully wish it’s due to you, though you know that can’t be true considering you’ve never gained the courage to talk with him.

You imagine it’s cause of you anyways.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The following Monday you’re taking your normal stroll through the large campus courtyard. It’s littered with students that share the same goal as you, making it to their class on time. Up ahead, you see the jocks and cheerleaders formed in their usual circle located next to the fountain that’s planted dab in the middle of said courtyard.

You spot Namjoon easily.

He’s laughing from something that Cherry said, cheer captain and from what you heard, now ex of Kim Namjoon. From their interaction, you wonder if those were just rumors, or maybe they just ended on good terms. You wouldn’t put it past Namjoon to stay civil in that kind of situation.

Due to your zoning out on the dimpled male, you fail to watch where you’re going, and make the fatal mistake of knocking into Jin, another member of the football team. The action causes a domino effect from the force in which you accidentally plow him with, ultimately making Cherry stumble into Namjoon and having him catch her effortlessly. His face is worried as he asks if she’s okay, she says yes.

His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that you’re the culprit.

“Aiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.”

Jin turns and jests at your embarrassed figure good naturedly, a grin on his face so as to show there’s no hard feelings on his part. The same sentiment can’t be said for a few of the cheerleaders who were collateral damage.

“You’re right, Jin. She’s certainly built like a dude.” Cherry’s co-captain and best friend sardonically chimes in with a smirk on her face. The comment creates scattered laughter throughout the group in agreement, all except for Namjoon, you notice.

Your face flushes at the jab, you being well aware that your chest wasn’t quite as developed as most women your age. Your lip trembles, and you bite it in hopes of stopping the tears that begin to build in your eyes. You make a show of deeply bowing to the group, mumbling a ‘sorry, please excuse me’ before standing up straight and briskly walking past.

Namjoon makes a step towards your retreating figure, promptly getting stopped by Cherry’s hand that curls itself around his bicep. His face that was once full of worry for his ex, still held the same expression, but this time for you.

He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called ‘friends’.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it to class without a hitch. The day drones on like it always does, and it’s not until that final bell rings do you sigh in relief. You clutch your binder into your chest, both arms folded around it as you step back outside into the courtyard, this time with the end destination being your bed.

You get close to the school gates before you’re stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”

You stiffly turn in the direction where the voice is coming from, seeing Kim Namjoon in all his beautiful, letterman jacket wearing glory make it to you in a second flat from his long legged strides. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re holding your binder now, something Namjoon’s eyes dart to as he gets close enough to stand a few feet away from your shorter figure.

His full, dimpled smile is on display, and this time you know for a fact that it’s meant for you only. Your brain malfunctions, and you miss the words that come out of his mouth next, the only thing you register is his lips moving to form said words.

You blink. Once, twice. His smile doesn’t falter, but he does lean in closer to your face, one slender finger coming up to gently poke the crease in between your brows that seemed to form without you knowing. It must be from how confused you are about the situation at hand.

As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.

“I’m–, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.”

His hands are stuffed into his letterman jacket, he’s rocking himself on the balls of his feet as he waits for your answer patiently. Eyes staying trained on your face, he surveys out of his peripheral the outfit you’re wearing. It’s cute, different, unique. He likes it, a lot.

Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.

“Is this some kind of a bet?”

His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.

“Excuse me?” Now it’s his turn to gain those creases between his brows.

“Are your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell ‘gotcha!’?”

He doesn’t miss the way you elongate the word friends with a hint of distaste on your tongue. He’ll be the first to admit that his choice of company can be downright rude, and wonders what other slurs you had to endure by them before he transferred to this college his junior year.

“No, they’re not. I promise I only come to you with good intentions and on the basis of wanting to get to know you better. Is that alright with you?” He ends with a question, and once again awaits your answer. There’s no signs of malice or ill intent as he looks at you, but you can’t help the walls you’ve built over the years.

Pursing your lips, you reply.

“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.”

You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.

An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.

“She’s not my girl–well, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, he’s a cool dude.”

He’s nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.

“Only you would talk highly of an ex’s new boyfriend, I swear. You’re like a freaking unicorn.”

He lets out a bellowing, open mouthed laugh that seems to take over his entire face, his eyes crinkling, that reverberates through his hand and into yours, causing your arm to shake lightly as a result. A hint of a smile appears on your face that makes him gasp in pure delight.

He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.

“There’s that smile!”

Your immediate reaction is to hide your face in your chest, an action he prevents you from doing as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and steer your gaze back onto his. His hand is still warm from its previous home in his jacket, you note, despite the cold air around you two.

“You shouldn’t hide your face, it’s pretty.”

From that point on, you were hooked.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Once again, you’re walking your normal route to class within the courtyard. Namjoon and his group of friends are a few yards away from you, but this time when he notices you, he makes a point to break away with haste, apologies spew from his supple lips to those he squeezes past to get to you.

Jin is the last to let him past, giving you an enthusiastic wave. Even Cherry and her posse give you smiles in greeting that you return. Namjoon’s arms encase themselves around your waist as he hoists your small frame and twirls you both in a circle. He’s still holding you up off the ground, and you slowly slide down enough to plant a soft, but meaningful kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile into it, and it makes your teeth clash for a moment.

When you mutually pull away for fresh air, you barely have time before he’s peppering you with kisses all over your face. From behind, Jin patronizes you both on your disgusting public display of affection.

“Oi! Get a room you two!”

Using one arm to hold you, he makes a point to flip Jin off with his free hand that makes you roll your eyes at their antics. You give him a few pats on his shoulder, your way of telling him to set you back down on solid ground. He pouts cutely, but obliges.

Throwing an arm around your shoulder instead, your fingers thread through his dangling ones over your shoulder as he leads you to your first class of the day. Too soon do you arrive, and he leans against the side of the wall next to the door with his lips already puckered in waiting. You lean up this time to oblige his height as best as you can, not noticing when he subtly leans down further to accommodate your height difference.

Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.

“Am I still able to come over after the game tonight?”

His eyes are hopeful, smile widening when you nod in affirmation to his question. He gives you a loving pat on the head, before using both hands to secure your head long enough for him to plant a kiss on your forehead and then he’s off and heading to his own class with a wave of his hand, barely managing to dodge a gaggle of girls in time before crashing into them.

You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of what’s to come.

You couldn’t wait.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just like in the beginning, you’re back in your favorite spot on the bleachers to watch your now boyfriend own the field like he always does. Off to the side, not to far from where you are, you catch a snippet of conversation between a dude who looks way to formally dressed to be at a college football game and Namjoon’s coach. When Namjoon’s body hurdles by them with the football in hand, does the formal guy point at Namjoon with a serious look on his face. His coach crosses his arms over his chest with a puff of his chest, a smug smile on his face as he nods to whatever the formal dude is saying.

Huh. You wonder what that’s about.

You join the rest of the crowd around you in a standing, deafening applaud for the entire football team as they make their way through the corridor after a major win of the season. Your eyes scan the members in search of Namjoon’s loving eyes, but you don’t see him.

It’s not until your eyes shift back towards the field, do you find him with his helmet tucked under his arm, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to coach and mystery dude. The latter pats Namjoon on the shoulder as you make your way slowly down the bleachers to the stairs that lead to on the field. When your feet touch the astroturf and you begin your small trek to the three men, does the mystery dude bid his goodbyes and walk past you.

The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.

“I knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!”

“Thanks, coach. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!”

You walk up as they separate, and you have a wary smile on your face, your gut telling you that you just might know what transpired, but choosing to stay silent and wait for Namjoon to tell you himself.

If possible, his smile becomes broader when he sees you. Dropping his helmet to the ground, he ditches it in favor of holding your body tightly against him. You hug him back just as enthusiastically, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks.

“I did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!”

You gasp in astonishment, eyes watering due to how happy you are for Joon. This has been his goal for as long as he could throw a football, you couldn’t be more proud of him. Your arms tighten around his neck as you bury your face into him. He can feel your body shake with happy sobs, and can’t help the emotion of the moment when he joins you in the sobfest.

The coach is long gone when you two collect yourselves, Namjoon using his thumbs to wipe the tear streaks from your face as he smiles at you lovingly. Your nose is red and eyes are puffy, but he’s never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this moment.

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, slow, but full of passion.

“I love you, y/n.”

The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.

He wins. He always wins.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Namjoon is manspreading on your bed wearing nothing but black boxers, arms behind his head as he watches your shy, hesitant body make its way past the frame of the door. Your arms are crossed over your chest in self doubt of how risqué you chose to dress yourself tonight for Namjoon’s pleasure – and your own.

It’s a sheer, black, silky slip that caught your eye in the mall recently. The lady that helped you pick it out reassured you that you would look so good that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. But, as you look at his now stiff body, face void of emotion, you conclude it must’ve just been her trying to meet her sales quota for that day.

Your body folds in on itself, your flight response immediately wanting to kick in and save you from your utter embarrassment at trying and failing to look sexy. Namjoon snaps out of his lust induced haze to see your fear stricken one, and he instantly hops off the bed to secure you within his arms with endearing words of praise spoken into your hair as he rocks you both side to side.

“I’m sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.”

He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.

“Just gorgeous?”

His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.

“I was trying to go for more along the lines of sexy–,” your eyes look everywhere but his as you continue, self deprecating thoughts fill your mind for a moment as you become your own worst critic. “–I bet if I had bigger boobs–,”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.”

His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.

“You are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escapes your lips. He trails one hand down your arm and to your hand, before he’s leading you both back to your bed. Guiding you to lay down, he then takes a moment to savor the way your body naturally parts your legs in anticipation of him being between them. Not wanting to disappoint, he kneels between your legs and uses the strength of his arms to hover over your form.

“I don’t want you ever doubting how I feel about you, okay? If you’re feeling down, let me know. I’ll be glad to show you otherwise.” A cheeky smirk adorns his face and your cheeks tint, small smile beginning to curl at the edge of your lips.

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up.”

You pull him down by his neck to kiss him, it starts out slow and sensual, before turning into a kiss of pure need for one another. Your bodies react, his lower half grinds into yours and you can feel the effect you have on him. You whimper into the kiss, the weight of his crotch rubs deliciously into your clit that makes you want more.

“Please, Joonie. No teasing.”

“Fine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.”

You tilt your head in bewilderment when he pushes himself off of you to cross your room to the duffel bag that lays on the floor next to your desk. Unzipping it, he ruffles through the contents until he finds what he’s looking for – his letterman jacket.

He makes his way back to you and gestures for you to sit up, which you do. Grabbing the bottom of your slip dress, he helps you pull it off until your left nude in front of him. He bites his lip, and throws the jacket around your shoulders, encouraging you to slink your arms through the sleeves, which again, you do. He then sits back to both admire you and take in his fantasy come to life.

You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.

His Adam’s apple bobs, pupils blown, as you yourself admire the jacket around you. The semi rough material rubs against your nipples and makes them harden. The scent of Joon is all over it, and you can’t help but bring the collar up to your nose to savor it with your eyes closed in content.

A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.

“Joon, I said no teasing tonight.”

“Baby, please? This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now, I just want to taste you real quick.” He whines back cutely, full on pout plastered on his face that you just can’t say no too.

You give a mock huff of feigned annoyance and let yourself plop back comfortably onto the pillows beneath you, he pumps a fist in the air in triumph that has you lightly hitting him in the back of his head with the heel of your foot to hurry up.

Then, he doesn’t waste any time.

He dives in, planting one solid lick to your outer folds that leads to the hood of your clit. He places one hand between you both to gently tug the hood of your clit up so he can blow softly on it. The cool sensation makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and then he’s placing a hard suck on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees unconsciously begin closing upon contact, but he uses his other free hand to hold one of your legs down, preemptively giving him better access to your core.

He switches his attention from your clit, and down to your now glistening hole, where he allows his middle finger to slide inside up to the knuckle, taking it out a second later to rub circles around your hole. Your hips buck, hole clenching around nothing, missing the intruding digit already. He continues this torturous routine until you start to become frustrated at your lack of relief, the edging beginning to take a toll on you.

“Namjoon, you better start–,” you begin to berate him, but your words turn into soft pants when he chooses at that exact moment to add two more digits into your hole at a fast pace, curling them to the point he’s able to feel your soft spot. His pace is unrelenting as you grip the sheets, back arching and mouth parting in a silent scream. Your toes begin to curl and he watches with hooded eyes as you come undone for the first time that night before him. Your orgasm washes over your spasming body in waves, and he’s quick to replace his fingers with his big mouth to lewdly slurp up your essence like a man starved for water. Some of it eludes his mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the bedding beneath you.

“Fuck. Namjoon. Stop. I can’t.”

You beg breathlessly, fingers gripping his hair in a vice to lift his head off your oversensitive pussy. He places one last wet kiss to each of your inner thighs, then trails up your body to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them to squish them together so he can take advantage of his big mouth and tongue to both lick and suckle each nipple with the same amount of attention.

You use the opportunity to come down from your high, to a still pleasurable, but not overbearing different kind of stimulation. After a few minutes, he uses one hand to push down his boxers enough to kick them off the bed with his feet. Getting back up on his knees, he reaches over the side of you to your side table drawer and fetches out a condom you make sure to keep just incase. He opens it and rolls it on, being sure to pinch the tip to make room for his own slick to fill.

He lines up his length with your still semi spasming hole, but looks up at you with a question in his eyes that gets answered just as quietly when you wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you let out a grunt of satisfaction when he stills, fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

You don’t realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoon’s girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.

“I’m good, Joon. You can move.”

Leaning down, he gives you a lingering kiss on your lips as he begins to move his hips against yours. He doesn’t go fast, choosing tonight as one to be savored. It’s an important one after all, he wants to remember it.

You thrust your own hips up in the slow, rhythmic tempo that he’s set, encouraging him to his first orgasm of the night. He buries his face in your neck, giving sloppy thrusts until he stills. Using what little strength you have left, you place the palms of your hands on his chest and push him until he’s laying on his back on the bed. You take your time straddling him, rubbing your folds against his length once, twice – it’s not until the third swing of your hips does he place his hands on your love handles in order to guide his length back into your warmth.

You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.

“I thought you said no teasing?”

“Figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine is all.”

You’re playing innocent, but he knows better. He lets you ride him at your own pace, letting his hands roam all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Eventually, when he feels your walls begin to constrict around his own growing length, does he drop his hand where you two meet in order to rub soft, yet perfect amount of weight on your clit to help spur both of your impending orgasms.

Throwing caution to the wind, you splay your hands on his chest to get better leverage and a better angle, increasing your pace from a slow one to a fast one that has both of you a panting mess trying to chase your highs at the same time. You let out a broken whimper and he knows you’re closer to yours, but he wants to cum at the same time as you, finding the rare occurrence just another way of togetherness in his mind between you both when it does happen.

Easing his assault on your clit, he plants his heels into the bed to thrust up at a brutal pace, his cock pistons in and out of your sopping hole and you let out a sob at the orgasm that suddenly hits you at the same time that his does. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore and choose to lazily plop yourself off to the side of him on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed, and ready for sleep already.

He’s not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.

“Let’s clean up, baby. Then sleep.”

You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The next day you’re both taking an early morning walk around campus, your small hand held tightly in his large one. Ever since last night, he takes any chance he can get to see you wearing his letterman jacket, so that’s what you’re currently wearing over your outfit.

You don’t mind though, in fact, you love it.

Like you love him.

So, you say it for the first time since he’s confessed.

“Joon?” He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy you’re getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.

“I love you too.”

Your favorite dimpled smile makes an appearance. You two meet in the middle for a loving kiss. You go to pull away, but he secured a hand on the back of your neck to keep you a hair width away as he speaks lowly, honestly.

“I always saw you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Saw me?”

“Yeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.”

“You’re joking.”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.

Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that you’re his.

That you would always be his.

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Lost & Found | knj x reader

➤ Summary - eight years beside him were nothing but a roller coaster ride. Being a single mother wasn't easy, but your best friend, Kim Namjoon made your way smooth. You never knew you felt something for him until you read his diary, which you weren't supposed to read ever. What will you do, if not only you but Hyeon, your baby, and your best friend Namjoon, wants the same, what you desired for so long?

➤ Pairing - Namjoon x reader

➤ Genre - fluff, smut, angst

➤ Warnings - 18+ unprotected sex, grinding, lovemaking, explicit sex, confessions, hickeys +more.

➤ Word count - 9.6k+

"When are you getting spliced?" you questioned him while wiping off Hyeon's face daubed with the ice cream all over his mouth.

"y/n why do you ask the exact question every dinner night!! besides I'm better off alone." He pointed at you with the chopsticks in his hand.

"What? I have a license to interrogate, a license called best friends since uh--", you count on your fingertips and Hyeon laughs at you catching a glimpse of you amounting to something on your fingertips, "since seven years, yaah!! after all, you're diving into the 28th year of your life, Mr. Kim!!" You chuckle a pure sham chuckle.

"Hyeon, tell your mom, to concentrate on her food." He instructs Hyeon, who's heartily licking his fingers overlaid with ice cream yet his almond-shaped hazel eyes, are shaded with a craving for more ice cream, and mischievous eyes spot chocolate ice cream on the table.

"Hyeon is bored with mom and you", you both crack up.

You look back at the man sitting opposite you, "No, but seriously, when are you jumping on to propose Ji-a, enough of coffee dates now! I want you to start a family", you didn't ask, you implored, however, honestly you don't understand why.

"Coffee dates?? Are you-- insane? Coffee dates?? I never really got into such dates with her, if you ask me!! Who the hell told you so?" He blurted but instantly looked at Hyeon as if the kid heard his shoot voice and shut his eyes, "I'm sorry y/n, I didn't mean to shout out loud at you. Just to be transparent with you I'm currently not seeing anyone nor will see anyone in the future. And if you got your answer then let's leave, I'll drop you two."

You honestly don't get, why he gets so pissed off with your question.

"No, Hyeon needs more ice creams"

"Baby, no--"

"Which flavor my angel wants?" He questioned Hyeon, with fondness in his eyes.

"Chocolate one"

Barely a minute ago he was ready to drop you two home but isn't it obvious, that his love for Hyeon is out of the world?

"Why do you get so painfully angry about your marriage"

"Cause I don't want to!!!"

"Mom--"

"She's a nice--"

"Mom mom--"

"Yes baby", you wiped his face again.

"Mom I want you to get married to my friend" he announced, eyes on his ice cream.

You chuckled, looking at the man sitting opposite of you, "friend?"

"Yaa mom, Namjoon, he's good mom, then I'll tell everyone that my friend is my dad too." He giggles, and you both can only ignore him.

This question caught you off-guard. It startled you but it wasn't unfamiliar. You have been subjected to this question by none other than you, yourself. It didn't amaze you that much but what shook you was - the man himself in front of you.

It's been five days to be precise, since the last dinner on Saturday night you haven't heard from him. It's the sixth day, Friday morning, you couldn't sleep the entire night, questions eating your inner soul because Namjoon your best friend for 8 years, phones you every morning before you drop Hyeon to school and whether you said no to him for conceivably thousands of time, that you'll drop your kid to school, he still expects perhaps one day you'll let him, but latterly he ain't called you once. And you vow to yourself if today too he won't, you'll despite everything.

Kim Namjoon, where will you inaugurate him? There's only a beginning point, and you could purely start word-for-word about him but no final page for his efforts, love, respect, and support for you, it's something you have been subjected to a lot of instances where his efforts, love, care, and support for you only increased tripartite. There's only an open door in your heart for him but closed when he carved his room in there, and now he's been living there for 8 years.

How you two met was indeed one of the two, best parts, of that university.

You two met at New York University 8 years ago to be exact, both from the same place Ilsan in Goyang, Seoul, South Korea, albeit never met each other, registered for the same program in uni, attended the same classes, but never spoke to each other. It was one day when you dashed to the class and took a seat beside him, horrified by the professor that if he didn't let you in like the other day he did with one of your class fellows, but the sigh of solace left your lips when you saw your professor was late for the first time in 3 months, hah!

You're somebody who never initiates a conversation with someone whether known or unknown, and you would have never known him if he wouldn't offer you his bottle of water, "Drink it, the professor would be late fifteen minutes", you were zoned out until you heeded his deep baritone voice which startled you. You blinked owlishly when you saw his hand stretched out the bottle in front of you.

"Thank you", barely two words you managed to choke out, after taking two sips, you handed the bottle back to him. Still today you laugh at your naivety, how you treated him the first day you two met, though you two used to gawk at each other, yet never persuaded to exchange a word or two. But you remember how your inner self lauded the Lord, for arriving late to the class. If In case you were on time that day maybe... You'd have perched on your regular seat, and again you two would have been eyeing each other from east to the west of your class, and never would have been friends. That was day one of your friendship.

"Uh-- sorry but would you mind walking with me to the library, umm after this class," taking a view of the watch on his wrist as he puffs out a breath, "uh, Just for the group project, if you already are in some group then there's no rub. I'm still looking for a group--"

"Oh, no issue, I can connect y'know", why are you feeling so diffident in front of him, looking everywhere but him, tracing circles on your palm midst talking to him, "I-- uh I too am not in any bunch, so let's do this then?" You harrumph, rubbing your sweaty palms on your thighs.

And you smack your head and snappily shut your eyes at the remembrance, of how shy you were beside him, but not now, now you two are akin to birds of a feather flock together.

"Great, then," he said with a dimpled smile.

His dimpled smile from ear to ear and the dips on his cheeks, and the crinkles near his crescent eyes looked so adorable on him. Not to mention his eyes are like a crescent moon, you could even draw his picture with closed eyes. The picture of his face is engraved in the back of your head.

Those days with Namjoon were flooded with solace, giggles, and serenity until one glossy day turned grey when you met Hyeon's father - Jace, at that university the first and last awful and guiltiest memory at uni.

But why are you even calling him your child's father, ever he said was, one thing for your kid, that he's not his. No, not again this pang in your chest.

You met Jace in the second year of your university. Not to mention the initial months of your relationship with him were all glitter and gold. You both enjoyed your university life like a grad student usually does. Being at frat parties was a new norm for a girl from a small town. Being at pubs, getting some Dutch courage, getting totally jaked at those darty parties, and not least of all out for the count.

Honestly, you're not confident about all those darty party nights with Jace, the negative behaviour of yours, a post-break syndrome after being utterly drunk as you fail to remember the night's episodes. But where you still hung up on is Namjoon never attended such parties, maybe because Jace was with you and protected you? Perhaps he never preferred Jace because of his d2 group in Namjoon's words - douchebag drunkard group, who either would be bathing in alcohol or would be soliciting some women in pubs or frat parties.

So your only best friend wanted to stay off from you and your nerd ex like rigidly stayed away by a country mile.

It's been 5 years since Hyeon's birth which adds, that you never met your ex ever again, what you went through after Jace became acquainted with the fact that you were pregnant, still haunts you. Not that you never wanted Hyeon, but after your ex was subjected to the reality that you were pregnant, he cut all the cords with you. Jace left you, made up the false assumptions in his mind, about you're not pregnant because of him, no, no you recall back to his words by heart - "This ain't my kid, it's your best friend's or whoever you're sleeping with, WHORE!!" The ache earned by the slap of his words is still in your heart, he chuckled, dark eyes wandering over your body, and left. Making all the promises void leaving your heart barren. But you wished for once his words were true, about Namjoon as your child's father.

You look at Hyeon sleeping soundly beside you, he so looks akin to his father by his looks but his heart is purely like Namjoon. He looks so glorious just like sunshine whirled your miserable life into a garden full of lifelike and scented blooms. Jace only gave you awful memories - nightmares, but your baby is the best gift, and besides the tragic past with Jace, everything fades away with Hyeon and Namjoon by your side.

You are grateful to your best friend that he never gave up on you and stayed with you in the rain and shine, life is not always about sunshine and glitters but with him, it really was and still is!!

Whether Namjoon isn't your child's father, he never lets you feel like you would ever need Jace. Driving you to the hospital, discussing your health with her, eyeing your every med, not letting you attend the classes, even writing notes for you. Who so ever will marry him, gonna be a lucky girl, he's the ideal man. You never felt you were a single parent of your child, never. Maybe a father too won't do what he did for you and Hyeon. Honestly even Hyeon never asked about his father, maybe Namjoon's presence was only equal to his father.

Your child's question - on last Saturday's dinner with him, is the clue.

Perhaps, a father figure is important whether you play the mother and father's part in your child's life, there still would be room left.

You do want to confess your feelings to Namjoon. However, at the same time, you do not want to waste his life because of you and your kid.

And even if you envision this, you do get scared what if he said no, or that the room in his heart is already engaged? but it haunts you in case he doesn't reciprocate what you feel for him. That is the reason why you asked about Ji-a that dinner night. What frightens you the most is not being rejected but him distancing himself from you after your confession... That's still okay but you can't see your kid and your best friend staying away because that would be a fate thousand times worse than death.

Your overthinking took the best of you, it's currently 6 am you didn't shut your eyes for a moment. The alarm buzz makes Hyeon a little startle, so you quickly shut it. His tiny arms tighten their grip on your arm. You silently giggle at your baby's movement, as you kiss him on the forehead, ruffling his hair ever so lightly.

He shortly unfolds his eyes, "mom," he softly murmurs.

"Yes, my angel."

"Mom, Joonie will come" he manages to let those words out blinking his eyes to dust away the sleep and watch his mom's face.

"What? Baby sleep for a few more minutes,"

"No, I have to get ready for my school mom, Joonie is coming to pick me up for school," he smiles midst rubbing his eyes from the back of his hand to wipe away the slightest sleep left in his eyes.

"Oh, baby", you hug him tightly leaving kisses all over his face, "but he didn't phone me, baby"

"Mom, I called him up from your phone," he chuckles at your baffled face, "I told him if he will not come to pick me up for school," his eyes are on your night tee button which glitters under the dim light as he toys it, "then I will find a new best friend."

You chuckle and place a kiss on his forehead, at least your kid isn't like you, save for eating doughnuts and whatever sweet hooks his eyes, let alone unable to keep things in his heart, and you're delighted with him today.

"Then get ready for school."

Hyeon is quick at getting things done, maybe it's Namjoon's influence, sticking around him, eating occasionally sleeping, and repeating, under his friendship, is why he's fitting in the same frame as Namjoon.

It's nearly 8 am you assume, and Hyeon's school time is 9. Hyeon is chomping on grapes, as your eyes are fixated at the entrance of your wee apartment which you could only afford to live in with your baby let alone you have been staying here since you flooded back to Seoul.

You left your main door unlocked for Namjoon, waiting for him, as you're barely focusing on anything else.

There's a knock at the door initially, and your eyes spring instantly from your phone to the direction of the knock followed by a creaking sound of the wooden door being opened.

"Joonieee," Hyeon squeals as he jumps off his skyscraper chair, his voice muffles because of the grape in his mouth.

Namjoon sinks to the floor, and outstretches his arms to hug the kid scurrying toward him, and hugs him tightly placing kisses all over his face and you gush at the scene in front of you, of the two main characters of your life. Their giggles, flood your mini apartment with light and serenity that soothes your heart.

"Piggyback me now," Hyeon whines.

Namjoon giving Hyeon a piggyback... It's a norm between them. When so ever Namjoon visits, he parades straight to Hyeon's room and gives him a piggyback ride to the living room.

Is there anything Namjoon denied Hyeon? No. Hyeon really does know how to bring his friend to his heels.

Will he, right now? Conceivably no!!

Because before you even think of an answer, he gives Hyeon a piggyback ride to the couch.

You glance at him, but he only avoids your gaze. You swore you won't ever poke tease at him about Ji-a or another girl. It was a colossal blunder that evening and the least he could do is flash a smile!?... this is something you didn't save at least he could return a smile to you!! Annoyance bubbles inside you, as you narrow your eyes at him and cross your arms under your soft bosoms, rise.

Fine, he's being tough... Then I'm the toughest.

You parade toward your kitchen to prepare some tea for him and ramen for your baby. This Namjoon is not your best friend anymore, he's Hyeon's best friend now. The way his face glows merely talking to your kid tells a lot. At least for Hyeon's sake, he's here after five days. But why are you jealous? He's only talking to your kid but why is he so low?

They are relaxing on the couch, Hyeon sitting close to Joon.

"Hey Joonie", his soft baby-like voice sounds so dull in the morning.

"Yes, my little angel", remote in his hand and eyes on the TV, surfing Hyeon's favourite movie minions... And probably it's the 50th time today for him watching minions with the kid.

"I do not want to watch a movie", he crosses his arms and knits his brow in unison.

"Why?" Namjoon frowns as his finger halts on the remote button he places it aside because it's so unwonted apathy on Hyeon's face.

Hyeon looks in your direction before speaking, "Promise you won't tell mom!" He impetrates, His eyes zoned out, on the floor, perhaps mind on whatever he's been thinking.

Not wanting to waste a second, Namjoon blurts, "I promise." He leans closer to him, picks him up, and straddles him on his lap. "Tell me"

"My friend Ji-woo, said Geon is her best friend and I'm not." He pouts as he hugs Namjoon burying his face, against his chest.

Namjoon chuckles placing a kiss on his hair he pats Hyeon's back, "this was the serious thing you wanted to tell."

"Yes, she's my very good friend Namjoon," he stretches himself out to catch a glimpse of Namjoon, as he continues, "it's complicated."

He chuckles again, age just five but thinks like a fifty. But at some point, Namjoon too felt the same.

Does he still feel the same after these years?

Does he still love your sapphire eyes, which he fell in love with?

Hyeon's eyes are Sapphire too, and radiant like you.

Does he still want to spend the rest of his life with you even after you are a mother of a child?

Does he need to remind himself why is he still single?

Or is he waiting for someone who perhaps never loved him or will never love him??

"What are you boys chattering ... I too want to know", you asked aloud from the kitchen and startled him the messed-up questions which were already jumbled up are now whirled up like a Bermuda triangle... consuming him.

"Nothing mom, we can't disclose. It's our secret, right Namjoon", Hyeon questions, placing his tiny hand on Namjoon's cheek whilst poking his index on his deep dimples, as Namjoon titters at Hyeon's baby-like voice.

"it's hollow," he scowls, poking both indexes on either of his dimples, "Joonie, your cheeks"

"Heyyyy, told you to call him uncle", you yell at your kid.

And they snubbed you, again babbling about something which now looks suspicious to you, yet you are here in the kitchen preparing tea for Namjoon and ramen for boys.

Whilst yelling at your kid, you burnt your index, as you shriek yanking back your hand, and on spur of the moment, you suck your index - a reflexive response.

He looks at you, standing in the kitchen, face scarlet and a finger in your mouth. With due consideration, he gently places Hyeon on the couch and dashes hotfoot towards you. Taking your hand under his custody, he - on autopilot - sucks your index which was in your mouth a moment ago. His eyes looking darkly, deeply, into your eyes with something unfathomable which you don't understand but gives you wintery shivers down to your spine.

"Ar-- are you mad at me?" You stutter, at the nearness between you two, your heart is pounding at the speed of light years. Oh, my god. You in a jiffy, look at Hyeon, and he's eyeing you two with a scowl on his baffled face, surely he is out of depth. You hastily take a step back.

"PUSHED TO VIOLENCE MAD" he declares, dark eyes still not leaving you, peeping oh-so-wildly into your soul.

"But why", you murmur, managing to choke out, your eyes flutter.

"Where was your damn mind y/n?" He hisses with his gritted teeth, your eyes wandering across his honey tone skin glowing in sunlight that seeps through the window and meets his soft petal-like skin as your hands are hungrily desiring to nuzzle him, craving to feel him.

"Jooniee," Hyeon calls, annoyance dripping from his voice, "what are you two doing there" he quizzes you two, and in a flash look at Joon and a mysterious grin on the corner of his mouth.

"Coming", he let out, looking at you with his sexy grin.

Does he smile like this or it's just you, noticing it right now? He looks handsome today, Is he really single? or not? because of how such a beautiful-young-rich man like him is? how has no one ever proposed to him or approached him? maybe someone must have, surely proposed to him and this idiot would have rejected her like he always had. Namjoon with someone else, this picture in the back of your dense head, who's not you is undeniably painful, your heart is burning with just a mere image of him with someone else! What will happen if that image will pop out someday out of nowhere, what if one day you'll meet the love of his life, who, beyond a shadow of a doubt, is not YOU.

He claps in front of your eyes, "hey, I'm talking to you, where is your mind y/n", as your eyes flutter and instantly you focus on his being.

"Oh, Joon, I'm sorry.... yea maybe I'd take an off from work, today."

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yea, yea, I'm fine," you nod. "Just drop him today, if that's okay."

"This is what I came for. don't worry." he pauses, "I'm leaving to drop Hyeon to school, okay?" He traces your cheeks with his thumb and nods. "Are you sure, you're fine?"

"Yes 100%." you nod.

He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, a glow of warmth at the junction of your skin, under his touch. he nods, as he parades back to the couch.

"Come on Hyeon, will talk on our way. It's getting late"

"But Joonie your tea and, Hyeon's ramen," you stroll out of the kitchen and hand Hyeon his bento box.

"I'll be back y/n, don't worry about the kid we'll get something on our way!!!" He stretches out his hand towards Hyeon, as he holds his and the boys parade out of the apartment.

You plop down on the couch, and you hear a whisper from your right - what the hell was that y/n, oh my god. What Hyeon will think of you two, no no no.

Then the voice from your left utters - so what Hyeon too want him as someone more than a friend, maybe father.

Yea fair enough.

The voice from your right - do you too want him as Hyeon's father.

Then the voice from your left - Nah, not only as Hyeon's father!

Oh god, shut up!!!

"Joon left his bag here, probably because he's coming back." You, in a tick, remember about the novel you gave him last week, as he said he'll return in 2 days, and as said you two are meeting after a long five days, so you assume he presumably has read it. You lean closer to the bag and pick it up. You open it, searching for your book.

But you find something - more - interesting, which you thought you won't ever find it. It's the same eight years old diary which he used to hide from you, which you, one of those fine days found, not found - honestly, got your hands on, and you were just a second ago that he caught you and took rkive into his possession. It's still the same, just a little scratch on the borders, and you take a sharp intake of breath, it smells like him does he keep it with him, ever?

It's a white diary with dark blue on the south of it, with rkive written in black bold characters just on the top of the blue border.

You open it, the itchiness in your hands to open it right away and read all 500 pages in a shot, you jump over to the last page... He still writes, pages are blank at the end of it. Calm down - the voice inside of your head yells at you, with wide eyes.

Yes, she's right you need to calm your nerves babe, you rise from the couch and make your way to your room. But you halt in the between, catch a glimpse of the diary in your hand... It's wrong to read someone's secret journal.

The voice from your left howls into your ear - it's okay he's not someone for you.

And the voice from your right mumbles into your ear - what if it was your diary in someone's hand?

You pause and veer around to place it back in its place. But you hear a creaking sound of your apartment door, rather than keeping it back into his bag, just after you catch a glimpse of Joon, closing the door behind him, you whirl around - hot foot, and like hell for leather, you strut into your room, you bury the diary under your pillow and parade back to the living room.

"What happened, why are your top pale", he moves closer to you and traces your lips with the bend of his index, his eyes filled with desire are on your lips, he leans down, closer to you, but halts looking back into your eyes, as he shuts his eyes for a second and when he opens, the emotions you saw barely a second ago, faints.

He harrumphs, running his fingers through your hair, eyes not leaving you... But then he traces your lips with the back of his thumb, as he takes the tendrils of your hair around your lips and gently tugs them behind your ear. You shut your eyes, your heart thumping at his touch and a low moan slips your mouth, you angle your head to your left. His eyes land on your exposed neck and he a groan leaves his lips.

He harrumphs again taking a step back from you, "oh, office", eyes everywhere but you.

"Oh, yeah, uh-- I'm not going."

"Are you okay? I mean if you want I can stay with yo--"

"No, I mean I do want you to stay here, with me but you should really go to the office", you nod, a faint smile on your lips, " you should go Joon... I'm fine, if possible do visit again before going to your place."

"Yea I'll. And don't worry about Hyeon... I'll pick him up ok", he places his palm on your cheeks as you nod.

He gives you your favourite, dimpled smile.

And he leaves.

You make your way to your room, plop down on your bed take out his diary to read. It smells homey - the diary smells like cinnamon - like him. Finally, you're diving into his diary. "It's wrong I know but still I want to read it, sorry Joon but if you hadn't snatched it from my hand then possibly I wouldn't be doing this." You puff out a breath.

You open it, and the first page says... "You should not read someone's diary and if you're, then give it back to me and if I'm not there wait for me, I'll presumably come back to find it. Thank you."

You laugh uproariously, actually, you shriek with laughter, "Sorry Joonie I didn't tumble under your trap".

You flick to the next page, "Honestly it's wrong if you're still reading, but if you decide to stick on reading it till the last, then let me tell you something- one -- you can not tell anything to her. Two -- it's going to be exhausting because it's BORING. Thank you".

"WHAT IS THERE IN THIS? now, the chances of me not reading it are zero, Joonie, and blame yourself for this, THANK YOU," you yell.

You turn to the next page, "it's something I never really shared with anyone in my life and maybe will share it in the future with her someday(04.15.2014). Change in plan maybe it'll be just between me and this diary, but I hope to tell her someday okay but genuinely speaking I won't(11.05.2014)."

"Why did he cut that line? 11.05.2014 the day Jace proposed to me!! But what else happened that day, I remember he was with me and was fine too."

P 1: I never imagined writing a diary out of nowhere, but there's a reason why am I writing this.

So, it was my first day at the uni, I saw someone, though I don't know her name, she's the reason I am holding a pen in hand.

"He never spoke to me about someone, and why he didn't wish to let me know?"

P 5: I saw her today, again, she was sitting in the last seat at the corner of the lecture room. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked lovely in beige, I really wanted to confess to her, how pretty that colour looks on her, but she's too shy and I couldn't tell her.

A scowl takes its place on your face like a permanent resident. And your heart is thumping now, at his notes.

P 11: I saw her today, she has the most joyful and adorable smile. I was mad about something which right now I don't remember, and she's to blame for that, it's her gorgeous smile.

You flick through the next few pages, and you couldn't wait to know the name of the person he's been writing to, since day 1 of his uni.

P 57: I guess, I like her. She was gazing at me, but when I saw her, she swivelled her head away. Does she feel the same? But the negative point - is we both don't know the names of each other. But I think she knows mine. That day in class, the professor called out my name, so presumably, she knows.

You close the diary, anxiety is eating you up. "He literally wrote every fucking day about that girl."

Then the voice from your left interrupt - read it, maybe, you'll find the girl's name.

You open the diary again.

P 101: 07.24.2014, I'll remember forever more, my heart never jumped like today, and my hands, are still as warm as a hot spring. no... not running a fever.

She just came, more like blew in unexpectedly, I was reading something which all the appreciation goes to her as I can't remember anything, I'm confident.

I asked her to walk with me to the library and on our way, we chatted like we already knew each other, and got wind of the fact that she too is from my hometown.

It felt surreal beside her, never felt like this before, and honestly do not know what it is but maybe this is what I was waiting for my whole life. Don't want to sound sugary but she's the one I want to roll over to in the middle of the night and wake up next to her diurnal. We didn't talk much but I'm clear.

I swear I have never been so sure about something or someone in my entire life

And yes finally got to know her name, y/n, with bright sapphire blue eyes.

You shut the diary with a loud thump, and bring it close to your heart as you shut your burning eyes, a warm tear escapes your eyes. Stupid idiot nerd what not, he deserves every single... Oh, Joonie why didn't you let me know? You open your eyes wiping away your tear with the back of your hand, and you open the book again.

P 130: We just met a few months ago, but feels like we know each other, for a long time. I wish to stay by her side for a lifetime. A smile tingles upon my lips, at the thought of our friendship.

P 139: when my phone's screen lights up with her name, so does my heart and my eyes like sun rays on my face, bestowing nothing but joy.

P 148: I didn't know the meaning of happiness until I met her, her smile warms my soul like a sun in the winter mornings, like a warm blanket on a cold night. Until I saw her and now I'm unable to find a difference.

P 163: today we both visited the library.

I saw a girl over there, sitting in the corner while reading a book. It was raining like cats and dogs, and the content smile on her face was like she finally feels at home, and safe.

I guess y/n, must be my library, my halt from meandering outside in the rain. The home I've been looking for forevermore is beside me.

"I dared myself to read this, if I didn't maybe I wouldn't get the heed of not only his but my feelings too. He sure is dumb, but I'm not. He sure took years and maybe will take forever to let it out, I won't and I can't. But before that, I need to know what he feels about me now."

P 178: we went to the cafe today, and she looked pretty in that beige dress.

I have been praying for her, for what feels like forever!!

P 196: Everyone told me I deserve better, it was okay for everyone else to say. But she too said it, she murmured into my ear, when we were in class, that I deserve better and Ara is fine. The funny thing is I don't even know who Ara is! I know, I deserve better, but I don't want better. I want her.

P 204: Oh, now I feel there's no need to even write ever again in this diary. She was the light in my dark life. She who was the sun to my winter mornings is now with someone else, yes she deserves better. It's my mistake I should have confessed.

P 205: writing after 3 years, just to keep this memory between the pages. She told me she was pregnant, and I'm more than happy.

P 263: what is tougher than a human heart, which shatters over and over and regardless of pain still lives. I'm the evidence. He left her yet her heart yearns for him.

P 278: Today we visited the doctor for her routine check-up. She said she isn't willing to have this baby and honestly it broke me to pieces. I wish I could tell her how much I love her and want not only her but her baby too. I wish to love them till my last breath.

Why I overlooked, his affection. How can I be so stupid?

You recall your memories, of when you were pregnant.

"I'm just a call away y/n, can call me at 3 in the morning I'll be there, please do not stress over things that weren't meant to be."

Just one call of yours used to shake him up. You two visited the doctor together even though you told him to stay off, pushed him away because it was your problem you wanted to deal with it alone, yet he never left your side.

"I'm not leaving, I can't see you like this, alone at this deserted apartment, where you two lived.... No y/n you're coming with me, I have a spare room at my place. I'll be content seeing you safe next to me."

"Joon I'm okay, really, I can stay he--"

"No, you're coming with me."

Even stayed up with you for nights, didn't let you attend the classes, wrote not only his but your notes too, and fought for you when you weren't there.

Took proper care, he even memorized your meds on the tongue and learned the dates of your routine check-ups, fruits, soups, juice every other basic need of yours, was his command. He did everything that a father should do, which perhaps is the only justification for why he loves Hyeon so much.

Nights when you cried over your ex, yet lied to him, that this is only a hormonal reaction but a little did you know about him, but he sure knew every reason behind your genuine or phoney smile, every single reason behind your single teardrop.

"Listen y/n, I know I have been reciting this for months but here again I'm going to say, this time not for you for ours. I -- I mean you-- your baby. I-- I want you to be strong y/n. You're going to be a mother but crying like an infant." He wipes away your tears whilst leaning to kiss you but halts and ruffles your hair.

"Heyyy Joonie", you hit his chest.

"No, but seriously, do you want me to kill that nerd? See y/n I can!! and I'll if you allow me. I'm very much y'know skilled, uh competent, even proficient," he sums his abilities on his fingers, and you giggle at his naivety, "not lying I hold a black belt in Judo and earned one in Karate too, he doesn't stand a chance in front of your best friend", he dusts off his palms as of stroking off dirt and crosses his arms around his chest.

"So dramatically proud you are, Joon", Now you're laughing uproariously, in reflex your hand finds its purchase on your middle, and he instantly notices.

"Hey, are you okay?" he immediately holds you, his eyebrows furrowed at your hand's gesture, but you're still laughing.

"Joon, I'm really fine, you should have actually played Mr. bean. where were you back then?"

"Was probably waiting for your landing."

"I love your face glowing with that peaceful smile y/n, do not cry over some nerd. I'm here with you today, what if someday, I'm not there beside you, to wipe away your tears, which merely shed but if they do, the sole reason is men." You hit his shoulder, "stop it Joonie we're friends till the end, do you get it you asshole? don't you dare say that shit again."

But he wants his last sleep beside you, his last breath beside you. His ever so firsts to be by your side and ever so lasts by your side, this is what he feels for you.

"And do you know, your taste in men is horrible, I don't trust you in that process?"

"I HATE YOU KIM NAMJOON."

You look down with teary eyes, p 278, and you skip to p380.

P 380: she deserves every star in her life, to glitter for her the way my eyes sparkle for her.

P 485: feels like we are two stars floating in the universe, yet light years away. She sure is with me but feels like those two stars, babbling on either side of the moon, neither I can reach where she is, nor she can where I'm. But, my heart cherishes every second, every moment, every single breath with her. I wish stars could collide someday, and we'll meet eventually.

P 525: a week to go, I told her it's a boy, and she said no.

P 540: It's a boy, we named him Hyeon. Honestly, I don't think I'll ever love my kid as I love Hyeon. And he has Sapphire eyes like his mom, another reason to love him even more.

You heard the clanking sound coming from your living room you shut the diary, wipe away your tears and hide it under your pillow.

You strut out of your room, "Oh you guys are back." And in the twinkling of an eye, you felt your cheeks warm, when Namjoon's eyes meet yours, like all the blood rushing up to your cheeks.

Perhaps your friends were always right about you two - that you two would make an aesthetically pleasing couple.

"Hey, come here,"

Heat pooling in the pits of your stomach, you sure did feel all of this before, but to be precise you're catching every reaction of your body, now. Those three words are just not mere words, they did something to you, the warmth between your legs is the evidence of those three words. You are eyeing him, hungrily, stop drooling you fucking idiot.

"Mom do you remember, it's Joonie's birthday tomorrow."

"No, Hyeon your mom won't--"

"Yes baby I know, there's something for him," you look at him, "will you stay with us today?"

He looks into your eyes, the glow in them, which he purely saw for Hyeon, is it for him? his brows knit together, "yes anything for you," he pauses eyes wandering across your face, "you two."

Your kid is smarter than you, when you secretly told him you need to prepare a cake for his birthday, he told you his plan, which is why they both went out, and here you're placing the cake inside the refrigerator.

You know he won't take a step forward, it's only you who could do such bravery. It's his birthday and a new start to every perfect day.

You make your way to your room to find a perfect dress for his birthday night.

You're wearing a black cold shoulder ruched flounce sleeve bodycon dress, the silk fabric just ends at the curve of your cheeks, and you complete it with a black thong and yes no bra today. It's normal for you to doll yourself up, whenever you three move out, for dinner, parties, or friends' weddings. But today is, no normal day because you have never spread out as far as to shave, lest yknow.

Brushing out your tangles, your makeup is tastefully done as you're touching up some lipstick - let aside hungrily awaiting for him to smear it, spraying some perfume all over your body, you bolt out of your room. looking around your living room, to be precise it seemed hideous barely an hour ago and now it's looking nothing but cheerful as you beautifully decked out your place with balloons on the floor which you assure Hyeon would low-key love more than your birthday boy, with a cake on the table in the middle of the living room.

There's a rattling sound of keys behind the door, and you know they're here. The front door opens, and you find Hyeon and Namjoon, standing at the door, Hyeon couldn't help but claps at the decor his eyes twinkles at the sight of balloons all over the floor, as he lets go of Joon's hand and take off to pick the balloons, but what you take a gander at Namjoon, not saying much but you can tell, he could cry any moment, he's eyeing the whole room, then looking at you, your heart is beating at light year.

He makes his way to you, "there are still three hours left for my birthday", his eyes wander across your body, and you silently praise the lord for the dress you found in your closet.

"Yes, I know Joonie, but Hyeon is really excited about your birthday, and in an hour you'll find him out for the count," you both laugh, looking at him playing with the balloons, his chuckle is canorous to your ear filling your apartment.

"Fair enough", he paused, "by the way you-- you're looking gorgeous y/n"

Three cheers finally my man noticed, "oh, thank you, I thought you won't ever notice."

"you already think so low of me, y/n," you see a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"if so, what else do you like about me then," without a shadow of a doubt, you take a step towards him, as he too leans closer to you.

"Mom, I love the cake, it's looking yummy." You look at your baby.

"Oh, did you forget about Hyeon", he grins, teasing you to the core.

"Isn't it obvious today?" you take a step back.

"y/n are you flirting." he takes a gander at you and smiles mischievously.

"No", you stand tiptoe and lean closer to his ear, and warmly without qualms, "wanna be your sugar baby", you puff out a warm breath that gives chills down to his south as his tool twitches, "this is what I call is - flirting, Mr Kim, and I strongly believe you should take some classes, yknow? from me!!" you take a step back and make your way to your kid, who could sleep any moment.

you meet Namjoon's eyes, as he shares a knowing look, that he should probably slice the cake, "Hey my baby angel, would you cut the cake with me", he asks Hyeon.

"yess" Hyeon cheers excitedly.

You three celebrated his birthday like you have been doing for years now.

As you foretold, Hyeon is now in deep slumber. you pick him up, "uh-- you can sleep in my room--"

"No, I'll sleep with him today if that's okay with you?"

"Yea sure"

it's 1am, and you're tossing and turning, unable to sleep at the thought of Namjoon sleeping under the same roof, just a few meters away.

You are wearing a red drop shoulder belted satin lounge robe, with a matching thong and no bra. Craving for his touch makes you nothing but more frustrated, and your mouth dry.

you pick up your mobile, this should end today, he's an epitome of shyness, you want him deep yet harsh inside you, and you're seconds away to strut out of your room and dashing inside the room next to yours, and straddling his saddle, but you can't he's sleeping with your baby. So, you just text him to check if he's still awake.

you 1:10 am- I have a little secret, which I think, you should know.

Joon 1:11 am- you still awake? And what secret?

You 1:13 am- yes, and looks like we're awake for the same reason. And about that secret. Check your bag perhaps you should be missing something.

Joon 1:20 am- did you swipe away my diary from the bag, when I was away from home? Don't you dare read it!!!

You 1:22 am- over and done with it.

Joon 1:26 am- I'm sorry it was all in the past y/n, I promise it's nothing like that now.

You 1:27 am- SAD. Perhaps I'm alone in this.

Joon 1:29 am- you too?

Joon 1:29 am- I mean you too feel what I feel for you?

Joon 1:30 am- you don't understand how much I feel for you y/n, if you're playing the clown then don't.

You 1:34 am- save for I'm not, and there's something I low-key want you to know beforehand if you do feel for me. Joon there's nothing behind the scenes, I, yknow I cry often even if Hyeon gets some silly injury, though he laughs, and I'm the one who cries. I cry over things that have hurt me in the past, or things I'm so in love with. Yknow I'm afraid of being left, afraid of not being good enough, a good mother, a good daughter, and a good friend. I can actually count millions of things that I feel hostility toward myself. If we're going to be a thing in the future you should know that even if you'll tell me you love me countless times, I'll still be afraid of you leaving me. Jace broke my heart into bits, just don't blame yourself.

There's a knock at your bedroom door, he slides it open when he finds it unlocked. He peeps inside before entering, entering your room he looks at you, "y/n when will you, stop thinking so low about yourself", his eyes hungrily wander across your body, and you find him in waist shorts.

His eyes travel to your hardened peaks covered with red satiny material which he wants to slip you out from it, he harrumphs distracting himself, but something catches his eyes, his eyes travel along your smooth long legs on display and halt at your sheer red thong.

"I uh--" he looks away from your figure, eyes on the floor filled with serene moonlight, "y/n, nobody's perfect, even I'm not, you know every deep and dark arcane of my past..... I'm here to tell you that I don't care, I fell in love with you, not with your perfection. Since I fell in love, since then I love every crack in your skin and all your freckles. I didn't meet someone like you," he looks back at you, as he walks closer to you and settles beside you taking a hold of your hand in his, he places a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

"I'm grateful," you take out the diary, "that I found this," and hand him.

"Oh thank you I thought I won't get it back.... and did you just say found? Really?"

"Yaahhhh!!"

"I probably wasn't going to because of the perfumes it holds of its owner, but seems like my bed would smell like him from now on, so it's fair enough to return it, no?"

He gives you his coy smile as he nods, "rather my bed will smell like you because I won't let you and our kid stay here," he parks a soft kiss on your forehead, "and what are we going to tell Hyeon?"

"That we accepted his proposal and now he'll call his best friend his dad!" You chuckle.

In a shot, he looks at you, a puzzled look blanketing his face, "I still can't believe this, that all these years you too felt the way I feel for you, why you didn't you --"

"Same question I'm hurling on you," your eyes are hungrily tracing his lips as you tightly grip the sheet under your fist and he notices you.

Without losing away any minute he leans close to you, smacking his lips on yours as your breath hitches at his sudden whirlwind of ardor, as his strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you tightly against his body and in a trice, he straddles you on his lap whilst kissing you breathlessly. your moan melts away into his mouth. you clung onto him, arms tangled around his neck.

His hand at the small of your back roughly snakes under your red satin robe. he slides his hand inside your thong, your skin flush at his touch, digging his nails into your cheeks for support. he's gently kissing you without letting you go but oh so rough on your body. sucking his lower lip, as you slowly tug his lip between your teeth leaning back to bruise it. you both moved apart breathlessly panting, hungrily looking into each other's eyes, travelling back to lips. you fiddle with the hem of his shirt, hiking it up, he's smirking looking at your eyes hungrily savouring his exposed chest.

you feel him grow under your heated core. he tugs at your robe belt as it slips down and pools around your butt. his sinful eyes filled with lust darkly eye your bosoms, he tenderly gropes your breast, he cranes his neck a little, enveloping your buds between his lips flicking it with his tongue as he takes it between his teeth, playfully biting it, your grip on his shoulder tightens dipping nails into his skin.

moans escaping from your lips making him groan, his warm breath hitting your bosom sending tingles on your skin, he places his palm gently over your lips and hushes you, "if you don't want to wake up our kid," retracting his hand from your lips, our kid that word did something like something incomplete is now perfectly complete.

He gently hurls you on the bed, you want to feel his body, you want him to kiss every inch of your skin, bite you and bruise you, your drunk eyes watch him, pulling down his waist shorts, freeing his shaft. He grabs his shaft using his large hands, and jerks himself for few times indirectly letting you know to get ready, low groans peep from his lips.

You gape at your man seductively, how he jerks his member in his hand, growing harder in his hold your stomach turns at his hard length. Fucking his fist in a pace, eyes never leaving you as he smirks at you drooling over his hard shaft. The urge inside you to take him in deep inside you, and fuking him much - very much better.

As he shoves his free hand between your legs, he spreads them apart.

He parks himself between your legs. His eyes on your bruised bosom with hickeys only make him want to bruise them more. He hooks his finger to the waistband of your thong and slides it down, your breath hitches at your exposed body in front of him as you close your eyes in self-consciousness, he gasps at his sight and leans down taking a lungful of your flavour as he parks a wet kiss on your heated - bare - wet pussy "beautiful" he murmurs.

His hands travel from your knees slowly to your lips, as he traces your delicate skin and dips his thumb in your slick, a low moan escapes your lips before you bite them to melt them inside your lips, "Joon, I can't wait, fuck me, baby", your voice seems to lower, sounding more like smooth whiskey and he knows you're only trying to make it hard for him.

"You want me to fuck your tight pussy, raw, that desperate huh!!"He parts your slit, as he flicks his tongue between your sensitive lips. "Don't you know how much I waited for you," without wasting another second he grabs your knees stretching them out for him, as your pussy slit opens. He grabs his hard cock, rubbing it.

Waiting for him to fuck you, you grab one of your bosoms and knead it desperately in your hold. He bends a little as his hands slide under your ass and grab them angling you for his cock, he slowly buries his shaft and your eyebrow furrow as he moves deeper and deeper inside you and halts drinking in your expressions.

He slightly pulls back then stops, and again pulls back eyeing you, "if you want, we can stop it right now baby", he leans down closing the distance between you two, his hands on either side of your head, and place a soft kiss on your forehead, you instantly open your eyes looking at him, his lips just an inch away from your lips, "no, I want you right now.... No more distance between us Joon," your hands cupping his nape to draw him closer as you park a soft peck on his lips.

He digs his fingers back into your flash, and retreats, slamming his dick back into you, as you whimper in pain, a tear escapes from your eyes. Glitters of sweat on his forehead under the dim light of your bedroom, doing no justice to how gorgeous your man is. Not only on his forehead but his chest too, deliciously sweaty. Seeing him on your top, your pussy clenches around his hard length, "baby", he groans dipping his head on the nape of your neck the warm breath breaking out goosebumps over your skin.

He doesn't stop now, his cock throbbing to match the crazy throbbing of his heart, arching your back you dip your head back into the pillow, "fuck Joon, shit.... Yeahhh babyy", you moan out loud, as he quickly kisses you nipping your lips to bite your moans.

He leans back, "baby, Hyeon wi--"

"Fuck me harder Joon," you murmur, breathlessly.

Without wasting any time, he's ramming his dick into your tight pussy again, as you grip the sheets under your skin.

The way he's making you feel, you never felt like this ever in your life though it's the first time after Jace, he too never made you as incredible as him. The way his hips are in a rhythm against yours, the pleasure making you clench around his length.

"I wanted you for so long y/n," he groans, pounding into you. "You are mine y/n, and I belong to you," your walls only clench tighter around his shaft, enveloping perfectly around his thick length.

"Yes, Joon, only you... Us baby" your breath hitches, looking at his dark eyes, you're close and you know he too is.

He groans as his knees buckle, striving to keep up the merciless rhythm, "should have confessed, before him but now I won't waste any minute", his words are only causing your walls to spasm and contract, fire in your abdomen with his words making your way to your peak.

"You can do this baby", he coos tracing your cheeks with his thumb. He could feel you close.

As your climax is near, your hips stutter against him, desperately, creating the heat and friction for the feelings and bringing you closer to your peak. You're writhing under him when you hit your orgasm, you're so wet that his thick shaft is easily sliding in and out of your pussy.

He's pushing into you inch by inch, massaging your walls slowly. He covers your mouth to hush you before emptying inside you, as your clenching walls only cause him to come inside you and fill you up to the rim.

He softens inside you, as he dips his head into the crook of your neck.

"happy birthday baby, I love you", you kiss his earlobe, panting heavily.

"I love you more..... the best birthday," he pulls back, looking deeply into your eyes, "can"t wait to see the joy in our baby's eyes".

you both chuckle, and there's a knock on the door, "oh, shit" you murmur.

Namjoon only chuckles, "seems like this is the time".

© 𝐥𝟎𝐦𝐥𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 - 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲/ 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. All rights reserved.

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Crybaby [Ch. 5]

pairing: namjoon x f. reader

genre: f2l, fluff, best friend’s brother au, smut [18+]

summary: Sometimes your emotions overwhelmed you, sometimes they made you cry, but your friends were there to comfort you all the time. Crybaby, a sweet nickname bestowed upon you by said friends, but when Kim Namjoon says it, it’s more of a tease.

wc: 5.5k

warnings: shy!oc, oc is babied a lot, self-conscious oc, cry baby!oc, alcohol use/mention, joon puts oc on his lap, big body!joon, dirty thoughts, vmin mischief, oc is scared of thunderstorms

date: May 11, 2022

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Crybaby [Ch. 6]

pairing: namjoon x f. reader

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, smut

wc: 5.9k

summary: Sometimes your emotions overwhelmed you, sometimes they made you cry, but your friends were there to comfort you all the time. Crybaby, a sweet nickname bestowed upon you by said friends, but when Kim Namjoon says it, it’s more of a tease.

warnings: shy!oc, crybaby!oc, lots of kissing, dirty thoughts, mini-meltdown, namjoon is a BOYFRIEND, making out, conversation about sex, marking (hickeys, biting, scratching) oral sex, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, crybaby cries during sex (tears of joy), creampie

a/n: i added the kiss in the rain drabble to this so it would be canon

date: September 12, 2022

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punishment - knj smut

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: smut

rating: Mature 

summary: namjoon hates when you misbehave and get bratty, but you think the punishment is just too sweet to pass up.

word count: 2129

warnings: breeding kink, impregnation kink, finger sucking, oral fixation, spanking, punishment, orgasm denial and control, overstimulation, creampie, unprotec sex, brat reader, dom joon, count those spanks and count them riGHT, dirty talk, degradation, daddy kink, overuse of baby girl

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“S-Six.”

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s u g a r

p a i r i n g : namjoon x reader

g e n r e : boyfriend au.

t a g s : cunnilingus, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, morning sex, creampies, breeding kink, pregnancy, possessive namjoon, sweet!reader, reader’s cute, daddy kink, fooling around in a car, LOTS of domesticity, fluffy, dirty talk, sex tapes were made

s u m m a r y : you have a long history with your gentle giant, there’s a lot more to come in the future. alternatively you’re the light of namjoon’s life.

w o r d c o u n t : 10.8 k

It all began the moment he laid eyes on you sitting so pretty with nowhere to go. You were in a pretty flower dress with your cardigan discarded next to you on the bench. On your lap you had a sketch book, pencil, and your phone. He’d never seen someone so beautiful like you..

Namjoon liked to tell everyone he fell for your pretty charm and calm nature. Truth was it was fate that brought him to you. Like gravity pulled him to you, he slowly approached and stood in front of you with his bike by his side. You at first mistook him for wanting to sit so you hurried to move your book.

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Oh Christmas Tree | KNJ

∴ summary: you’re looking for a fresh start and a Christmas tree when you unintentionally stumble across the worlds most attractive dimples and the sweet, gigantic, bumbling man attached to them

Alt: Namjoon + a Christmas tree farm + his best friend’s girlfriend’s little sister = the best Yuletide he never saw coming

∴ masterlist

∴ part of the breakfast with bangtan series

∴ pairing: Kim Namjoon x female reader, guest appearances by cultivating a life with you Hoseok x his y/n

∴word count: 10.8k

∴ rating: mature, 18+

∴genre: fluff, strangers to lovers. slice of life, Christmas romance

∴warnings: flirting, woke adjacent Christmas tree banter? sexual tension, joon is a big man (we all know this), a few subtle pov shifts- but only at already marked breaks in the story beats (should be easy to follow. Hopefully), subtle daddy kink, joonie has big boobies and he likes boobies, what was meant to be really soft smut that got a little out of hand honestly

∴author’s note: This started as a little scribble in March of 2021 that only involved the scene of y/n and Namjoon bantering about Christmas trees. I’ve been neck deep in 30k+ monster fic drafts for months and I just wanted to write something quick & fluffy so here we are. This y/n is the sister Hoseok’s girlfriend visits in cultivating a life with you. The stories are totally independent of each other but technically- chronologically- this takes place two winters later. Not meant to be hallmark movie related. I honestly just love the idea of Namjoon in one of his tiny little beanies getting tongue tied in the snow while surrounded by Christmas trees. Enjoy! Please let me know if you like it, if you like :) also… this is not proofread yet. I stayed up all night writing this and didn’t sleep. So I’m gonna leave this here, crash, and come back later to edit and add my copious italics, as I do.

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“My gosh, are these Christmas trees in outer space?”

You’d spent the last hour and a half being squashed in the backseat of your sister’s Mini Cooper. Your knees were beginning to ache.

“Oh don’t be a grinch, silly. We’re almost there,” your sister twisted to smile back at you from her spot in the passenger seat.

Her pink mittened hand was happily resting on her boyfriend Hoseok’s slim thigh. He reached down to tap out the rhythm to “walking in a winter wonderland” across the back of her knuckles as she beamed back at you, and you felt a little bit of your irritation melt away. It was nice to see her so happy. They were sweet to each other. It was lovely for them, but it wouldn’t help straighten out the kink in your back.

Who takes a coupe to pick up a live Christmas tree?

Hoseok caught your eye in the rear view mirror and smiled in apology as you shifted. He was as nice as your sister, just as keen to accommodate, and as soft for her as you were, if not more. His car was in the shop and yours hadn’t arrived yet. You’d driven a u-haul here from three states away a week and a half ago, settling down to take root during a holiday season best celebrated in an established home like the smart planner you were (not).

But for once, you didn’t care. Or at least, you were learning not to.

You’d spent too much of your life stuck in places you didn’t even want to be, taking life too seriously. Spent too many of the last few years feeling stagnant and like you were running out of time all at once. So when the opportunity arose, you took the first chance you got to move here. To be closer to your sister, to be somewhere where the air felt lighter, where you could be whoever you wanted to be.

And today, you wanted to be the owner of a live Christmas tree.

Give yourself something to smile at in your studio that currently consisted of bare stucco walls and aesthetic cardboard box piles.

When you’d mentioned it over the phone, your sister had known just the place.

“It’s the cutest little Christmas tree farm! Me and hobi get our tree there every year! They even have a hot cocoa stand up front for you to sip on while you pick your tree out. It’s owned by the sweetest family. One of our friends works there too. Oh you have to meet him!”

Your sister had gushed it all in one breath.

“Have to?”

“Absolutely. Not even a question. Get dressed! Me and hobi’ll pick you up in 10!”

That was that. You’d bundled up to the best of your ability, (Your wardrobe was not prepared for how chilly the winters got up here) and twenty minutes later, your sister and a blushing Hoseok were waiting for you in the parking lot in their jolly little holiday mobile.

Your sister had added reindeer antlers and a red nose to her Mini Cooper and jingle bells to the door handles. There was a set of white vinyl stickers with the silhouette of Santa’s sleigh and all nine reindeer plastered on the back window and a sprig of mistletoe-that she’d probably grown herself- twirling from the rear view mirror. Somehow she’d even gotten the horn to match the melody of “we wish you a merry Christmas.”

You’d have to ask how later.

The ride ended up being cozy enough. Now you were just eager to get out and get the feeling back in your toes. Hoseok tipped the driver's side seat forward for you to crawl out from the back. The second the icy wind slapped against your cheek you wondered why you thought going out in the cold would bring any sort of circulation back to your toes. You rolled your eyes at yourself and chuckled when you caught sight of the purplish tinge along Hoseok’s throat peeking out just over the edge of his chunky crocheted scarf. (Your sister probably made it for him. And now he was using it to hide her hickies. The little hoe.)

He felt your stare and blushed, his wide animated eyes becoming sheepish as he yanked his scarf up just the littlest bit higher.

So that was why that ten minute pickup time had stretched into twenty.

Good for the both of you.

Soon, the three of you were wandering through the farm. There was a section of freshly cut trees ready to take home near the front but rows and rows of trees still rooted to the ground off into the horizon, all dusted with this week’s newest burst of powdery snow. It was a magical thing to see really.

Your sister was happily tucked into Hoseok’s lithe side, one arm looped through his, the other hand cradling a hot cup of cocoa with a candy cane poking out of the lid. Nothing if not festive. You’d opted to save your cup for later. You liked the brisk air, and you liked both your hands being deeply plunged in the warmth of your fleece lined pockets.

“Cell reception is shit up here.” Hoseok piped up. “I tried to text Namjoon to see if he was working today but all I got back was the green text bubble of death.”

“Boo, Joonie’s the worst at charging his phone too. It’s probably dead,” your sister giggled.

“Guess I’m never gonna meet your jolly green giant, Hobes,” you bumped his elbow with yours.

“With the brain of archibald asparagus,” your sister added.

“Sexy brain, that man has,” Hoseok sighed with envy.

“Your brain is sexy too, babe.” Your sister tipped up on her toes to kiss Hoseok’s wind-chapped cheek.

“Not as sexy as his,” Hoseok nodded resolutely.

“Oh, what about when he wears his little wire rimmed professor glasses?”

“Too hot. He’d melt the snow,” Hoseok swooned.

“Goodness, are you in love with my sister or him?” You teased.

“Both,” Hoseok admitted, a little too sincerely, clutching at his heart over his oversized parka.

“I don’t blame him,” your sister nodded sagely. You quirked a brow at her and she simply shrugged, all innocence, zero guilt. “What? Don’t look at me like that. Trust me, it’ll make sense when you see him.”

“If I ever see him. I’m pretty sure he’s a myth.” Your skepticism came out with a snort and an opaque puff of air.

Geeze, it’s cold.

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At some point in the wandering, you got distracted watching a small child drag their parent by the wrist to the tree of their dreams. The scene was so wholesome and sweet. The little girl squealed with delight as a pair of squirrels skittered past them in chase, twining their way up her tree and darting down and away, ruffling soft powdery snow loose from the tree’s needles in their wake like a fairy sprinkling pixie dust.

The whole interaction was so idyllic that you’d stopped paying attention to where you were going and plowed directly into the broad back of what you were sure must be a bear. What else could it be? No man’s back was that broad, that’s for sure.

The force of it knocked you flat back on your bum, leaving you dazed in a little pile of crunchy snow and loose pine needles.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

The words came too fast, too rushed, and at sure as hell too deep of an octave to come from anyone you knew, man or bear included.

There was a massive olive green, gloved hand shoved in your face- apparently attached to whoever was apologizing so profusely. You grabbed on and let it hoist you up. Goddamn, whoever this was was strong. After flying backward just a few seconds ago, you were now flying forward, toppling directly into what seemed to be just as equally broad a chest as the back you had crashed into moments ago.

“Are you alright? I can’t believe I did that. Are you o-“

The rambling ocean wave of a voice stopped crashing over you the second you looked up and locked eyes with what you were sure was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen in person.

“Holy shit,” you muttered under your breath.

The man’s full lips seemed to gape as he looked at you.

Not necessarily in an objectionable way. It was more like, the tape in his brain had spun off the track and tangled itself up like an old cassette that needed help to be wound back up again. His thoughts were written all over his face. If you knew him better, you could have read them like a novel. For now, you knew one thing.

He was pretty when he was thinking.

Hell, he was pretty, period.

And two, he was solid as an ox.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Mr Yun’s gonna kill me if you’re hurt.” He patted down the sides of your ribs and torso like he was half expecting a bone to be jutting out.

“I’m okay. I’m good. i-“ am still holding his pecs, you realized.

What a Christmas miracle they were. Geeze. He had better boobs than you. You swallowed once then smiled up at him. “Do you, by any chance, work here?”

He blinked at you. There was snow on his eyelashes. His tiny dark green beanie wasn’t doing any good at shielding his face from the snow, but god did the color look good next to his golden skin.

“Um, yes, actually. I do. Again, I’m so sorry that I-“

“Shush, enough of that. You’re going to help me pick my tree.”

“I am?”

It was his turn to swallow.

“I mean, yes. Of course I am. Can. What are you looking for?”

He was nervous. So visibly nervous. You weren’t sure if it was because of you or if it was just his general disposition. Either way, you were hopelessly endeared by it. Pretty, bumbly, abominable snowman of a man. With great tits.

“Well, I came here in a Mini Cooper, so… whatever will fit on top of that, I guess.”

He blinked again, before he smiled- wide and gracious. His eyes crinkled at the edges and Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

His dimples.

How obscene.

“Sounds like a great place to start, to me.” He laughed for the first time. It was so boisterous and rich, you were sure he’d cause an avalanche.

The sound was as deep as winter, but soothing and warm. You already wanted to hear it again.

Oh boy. You really liked this one.

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“So what technically constitutes ‘ethically sourced’ when it comes to Christmas trees?” You looked wide-eyed up at Namjoon.

“Um… you know I… well, usually I-I would know the answer to that.”

“But right now, you don’t?”

“I mean, I can’t say that I do.” He shrugged ruefully.

“Despite currently being employed on a Christmas tree lot?” You arched a brow at him, a wry smile pulling at your lips.

“That does seem to be the case, yes.” His brows pinched at his own glum response.

“Are you new?” Mirth glittered in your eyes as you watched him.

“No, actually, I’ve been helping Mr. Yun since college… senior year of high school technically, actually.” Namjoon looked a bit lost in space as he wracked his brain for his qualifications.

“So you should have seniority around here?”

“Sort of ? It’s just , you know, mr. yun is a friend of my parents and he’s always been good to me so I always try to return the favor and help out every year, if I can.” He swallowed.

He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. He literally talked to people for a living. He could sell a polar bear ice, for Pete’s sake. But every time he made eye contact with you, he was practically on the verge of forgetting his own name so this whole witty repartee thing was an absolute struggle in ways it absolutely should not be.

“Well, he’s very lucky to have you then. Even if you can’t tell me where this tree came from.” You chuckled.

“No, I that- I can do that. All our Douglas firs come from grey farms about two hours north of here. Again, super kind family. They’ve been doing this for generations, actually.”

He found himself affectionately gripping the top of the tree while you smiled up at him like you had a secret and he felt a new rush of sweat rise beneath the fold of his beanie.

“So locally sourced then.”

“Family owned.” He nodded.

“Well now, that’s a great start. You know more than you let on.” You tapped an index finger into the down of his puffy coat and he felt himself flush, wishing he actually could have felt that touch.

Every part of him felt like he was back in middle school right now, trying to figure out how not to trip over his words and maintain eye contact with the girl with the luminous smile in front of him. He should be better at this by now. His thirteen year old self would have been ashamed to see how little progress he’d made in that department in a decade and a half.

“So, should I choose to re-home this lovely tree, do you know of anyone who could, say, strap it to the roof of my car for me?”

Your eyes were twinkling, face framed by the softly falling snow flurries that had started up again and Namjoon felt himself swallow.

“I- I would be happy to find-“

“There you are! Finally found you- Oh, hey bro! So you are working today!” A voice bright like tangy sweet lemonade interrupted Namjoon’s inelegant struggle.

“Hoseok?” Namjoon looked mystified at the pair of you as Hoseok clasped a mittened hand around your shoulder. “How do you two-“

“This is my girl’s sister, y/n, remember? I told you we were helping her move in last week.” He explained with a happy shrug.

“This is… you’re… wow. Hey. Nice to officially meet you.” Namjoon released the tree to dizzily shake your hand, trying his best to ignore your amusement at his manic behavior.

“So you’re the mysterious friend who was too busy to help with the u-haul unloading, huh?” You quirked a brow up at Namjoon. He looked a bit green around the gills as his snow frosted lashes fell away from your gaze.

“We were slammed here that day. If it makes you feel any better, I got so much pine sap all over me that I had to toss my favorite gloves away.”

“Tsk. Now why would that make me feel better?” You teased as something mischievous glinted in your eyes.

“Because my shitty friend status made me suffer?” Namjoon shrugged.

“Well, we weren’t friends yet,” you grinned. “But now that we are, I think it’s only right that you should come over when you’re off to help the three of us decorate my new locally sourced, freshly cut Christmas tree”

“Oh absolutely!“ Hoseok piped in. “You haven’t hung out in weeks- you have to come.”

His endearing smile beamed bright across his face in a way that was impossible to fight. Bright red bits of hair peaked out beneath his beanie as he grinned widely up at Namjoon, and Namjoon was too distracted by his openness to process his nerves at the invitation.

“I mean, I guess I… I mean I wouldn’t want to intrude on…”

“Nonsense,” Hoseok interrupted,” you’d only be making the party better! Y/n needs all the friends she can get anyway. Poor thing’s stuck hanging out with us all the time- she could use a few new faces in the rotation, right little sis?” He hip checked you, ruffling your hair with the hand slung over your shoulder.

“Not your little sis yet,” you countered, eyes full of challenge.

“Wait, Hobi, this Christmas are you gonna…” Namjoon twisted his left hand, the gesture caught vaguely somewhere between the Queens wave and the single ladies dance.

Hoseok pulled a nervous face, brows lifting and jaw tightening until his smile bared all his teeth, as he patted the chest of his puffer coat.

“I’ve been carrying it around for weeks actually. Can’t seem to find the right time.”

“Are you insane?” You swatted him. “You brought it with you here? What if you lose it in the snow, you dummy?!”

“Ow!” Hoseok rubbed his shoulder dramatically. “The little ones are always fighters.”

You rolled your eyes as Namjoon blushed for reasons beyond him. Maybe he didn’t need any more explanation than the fact that you were cute as hell and he liked seeing you laugh.

“I keep it with me in case there’s a moment that just feels right. I’ll already be ready, you know.”

Hoseok’s face was far away, dreamy.

Namjoon was happy for him, even if he wanted a little piece of his friend’s wonder for himself one day.

“I still think you should propose to her at home in your little jungle. You have to know how happy that would make her,” you asserted.

Namjoon thought back to his last visit to Hoseok’s apartment. The walls had almost been alive with the amount of trailing vines climbing toward the ceiling. It was otherworldly, serene, like an indoor garden. It would be a spectacular place to propose actually.

“I think she’s right. It would be pretty damn perfect, Hob.” Namjoon offered.

“Ooo, did you hear that?” Slipping out from under Hoseok’s slinky arm, you attached yourself to Namjoon’s bulky one. “He already knows I’m always right. The company you keep, Hobi. I like this one.”

You squeezed Namjoon’s bicep, and he swore he could feel the warmth of your touch through his puffer jacket. He knew his cheeks had to match Hoseok’s fire engine hair now.

“Hey, be sweet to him. He’s sensitive,” Hoseok tutted as he pinched Namjoon’s rosy face despite being swatted away by one Namjoon’s big hands.

“I… is this the tree you’re settled on y/n? If it is, I should start getting it wrapped for you.”

“Hoist it on the beige Mini Cooper in the back, eh hulk?” Hoseok patted his unoccupied bicep, giving it a happy squeeze as he pushed past Namjoon. “Im off to find where my poison Ivy wandered off to again. Probably somewhere talking to the cedars.” He shook his head softly but gosh, there was nothing but fondness in his happily crinkled eyes. “You two don’t get up to anything too wild while I’m gone now, yeah? We haven’t even brought out the baileys and the eggnog yet. Save it for later - or I’ll be the one kissing Joonie under the mistletoe.”

Hoseok wiggled his fingers and brows in puppety unison as he vanished through the trees, leaving Namjoon alone with you once again.

“He’s quite the character isn’t he?” You chuckled.

“You have no idea.”

“He’s good to my sister though. I’ve never seen her so happy.”

“They’re pretty made for each other,” Namjoon nodded in assent as you sighed.

It wasn’t until he looked down to catch your expression that he realized you were still holding onto his arm. Jesus Christ of Nazareth, was he going to faint in a Christmas tree lot?

You looked up then, a soft giggle bubbling out of you when you saw whatever his distress was doing to his face, and squeezed his arm before walking a few snowy paces ahead.

“Come on, tiger. The quicker we take care of this, the quicker we can get out of the cold.”

Namjoon had never followed anyone faster in his life.

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Why had the three of you come in a compact car?

This was pure delusion.

The tree Namjoon had helped you pick loomed over the front windshield like something from whoville. Good thing you weren’t the one driving. Good luck with that visibility, Hobi.

You and your sister stood side by side, linked at the elbow while the two men tied the tree down to the roof of the car.

“Think we’ll tip over in a strong breeze?” You queried.

“I think we’ll tip over if anyone even looks at us funny,” your sister giggled.

Her laughter was contagious and soon you were both cackling uncontrollably as Hoseok and Namjoon secured your dr Seuss tree to the roof of her car. Namjoon looked back over his shoulder, making accidental eye contact with you. You let your gaze rove over his absurdly pretty face, eyes lingering around the high corners of his cheekbones and the doughy imprints of those audaciously sweet dimples of his.

“My god, it’s like heaven tried to make focaccia bread when they made his face and decided to stop two pokes in because it was already perfect.”

Your sister looked between you and Namjoon, chuckling when the giant of a man turned away bashfully, as if those big shoulders could make him disappear.

“I told you he was pretty,” she shrugged. “And you gave me your judgy eyebrows.”

“I was a fool,” you sighed. “In my defense, I didn’t know there were boys prettier than Hobi around here.”

“Wait til you meet the children. Jimin and Jungkook are so beyond anything you could comprehend. Beautiful little whores.”

“There’s more?” Your brows shot up high.

“Oh and Taehyung. Taehyung will charm you right out of your coat. He’s the dangerous one. I can’t even make eye contact with him without stammering,” she shook her head in derision.

“Whew boy, what a winter we’re in for.” You rocked up on your toes with a whistle.

“Winter is a mercy. Seokjin’s shoulders in summer? Glory be.”

Lovingly, you squeezed her tighter into your side. “At least we have Yoongi on our side.”

“Oh, no ma’am we do not. He’s the worst one!”

“Min Yoongi ?” You gasped. “No!”

“Yes! He’ll sneak right up on you out of nowhere just when you think you’re finally friends, and keep your glass full of wine all night until you accidentally spill all your most embarrassing high school secrets,” she muttered.

“No,…not the pyramid.”

“Yes, the pyramid. And he’ll get it on tape too. Adorable little bastard. Don’t let that cute little gummy smile fool you. He’s ruthless.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard your big sister curse before.

The pout on her face was too priceless not to laugh at so you did. The laughter was robust and full- it came straight from somewhere deep in your belly and pretty soon she was laughing too, hiding her face in the faux fur collar of your coat. The two of you clinging to each other as you cackled like wild children in the snow.

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Hoseok looked over the roof at the two of you and melted into an inordinately affectionate grin.

“You could just go ask her now and put yourself out of your misery, you know,” Namjoon chuckled to himself.

“Nah, she’s so happy right now. I’ll let them have their moment.”

Namjoon let himself study you.

The two of you looked so much alike yet so different. Your sister was all spun sugar and sweetness, quick as a dragonfly on the breeze. But you, well, he didn’t quite know how to put it into words. You were still sweet, but it was different. There was something more rich, a bit more solid about your aura. If your sister was candy floss, then his best guess - based on his limited interaction with you- was that you were salted caramel.

The thought had him pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He wanted to know what else made up the pieces of you. He wanted to get off this shift so he could be in the same room as you.

He wanted to get you under the mistletoe and taste those pretty lips of yours.

But of course, that meant he had to at least talk to you coherently first.

“Hey, quit undressing my baby sister with your eyes,” Hoseok snapped.

Namjoon shook his head, rattled the stars out of his eyes.

“My bad. Sorry, man.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” Hoseok huffed. “Hey, I think I’m getting good at this protective big brother thing. That was pretty convincing right ?” He beamed proudly.

“More than you know… hey, we should be good here.”

Namjoon patted the now secure tree, rustling a bit more soft snow from its branches.

“Then it’s time to get this baby back on the road!”

Hoseok slapped the chassis and the car jingled— jingled!

“I can’t believe you’re gonna marry a Christmas elf,” Namjoon snickered.

“You’re one to talk, Yukon Cornelius. I’m sure you’ll be next. Y/n is just as bad.”

Namjoon stole another glance your way, his eyes darting away in a flash when he realized you were already watching him, something sultry glittering in your gaze that he tucked away in his pockets to think about later.

“Maybe being next wouldn’t be so bad,” he smiled to himself.

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Before you could get off the tree lot, Namjoon was running back to the car, something small in his hands that you couldn’t make out.

You were crammed in the back seat between the extra boughs your sister had bought to turn into wreaths and garlands. All the evergreen scents made you feel like a new car air freshener. God. It was gonna be a long ride back to the city.

Namjoon knocked on the glass in a hurry, and you rolled the window down. What on earth was he-

“You never got your cocoa.”

“What?”

“You said you were gonna wait to nurse it on the ride home so I got… I got you cocoa.” His volume trailed as he handed the cup to you, like he was second guessing every action in his life that had brought him to this moment.

“Oh, I…” you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t trust yourself not to open your mouth and accidentally tell him you were already in love with him and did he know a guy who could get you both a marriage license by sundown.

“Kim Namjoon. You absolute sweetheart,” your sister gushed from the front seat.

Namjoon’s cheeks went from rosy from the cold to plum from embarrassment. You’d never wanted to kiss someone’s eyelashes before.

“Well, that’s all. I gotta get back. i-“

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes flicking up from beneath your lashes to meet his.

“I…. Yeah. I.. I hope you like it.” His smile was wide, inebriated, giddy. You swore you could see the stars during the daylight.

“I’m sure I will. Six o clock. Tonight. You can come right?”

He nodded, bobbleheaded and boysish.

“Yeah. I’ll grab the address from Hobi.”

“Oh will you now?” Hoseok piped up from the front.

“Hobi, shut up or I will end you,” you threatened through your own teeth as he and your sister laughed at you.

“Tonight?” You called to Namjoon as Hoseok began to shift the car into gear.

“Tonight!” Namjoon shouted back, both his arms waving over head as the car pulled off and he shrank into something small in the distance.

Settling back in your seat, you brought the cup to your lips and breathed in the steamy liquid. You noticed a little black heart drawn in sharpie on the cup, remembered seeing a sharpie tucked behind one of Namjoon’s ears and smiled to yourself like you’d just been passed a note in eighth grade.

You looked up to see two sets of eyes watching you in the rear view.

“Oh god, eyes on the road mom and dad. This has nothing to do with you.”

Your sister giggled, “well I for one am very happy for both of you.”

Hoseok chimed in with a “right? They’re cute.”

God. What a pair of menaces.

You sank in your seat but couldn’t help but smile.

“He is cute, isn’t he?” You whispered into your cocoa cup.

Maybe this would be such a long ride home after all.

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“Why did I let you make me think this was a good idea? I don’t even have any furniture! What, we’re gonna make that Goliath sit on boxes for a chair?”

You were frazzled. Namjoon had texted Hobi that he’d be at your place in half an hour. Suddenly the idea of that massive man being in your tiny apartment drinking eggnog out of a solo cup that you’re sure would look like a shot glass in his massive hands made no sense at all.

“First of all, this was your idea,” Hoseok chuckled,” so don’t pin this on me.”

“Traitor.” You whispered.

“But if it makes you nervous, I can shout out the boys to swing by.”

“What? How does that make any sense? Why would we add more people I have no place for? Come on now, use the brain in that pretty head, Hobi.” You rapped your knuckles against his temple as he laughed at you- laughed!

“ I am! It’ll make it feel less like a date. Less pressure to talk one on one there’s a little more of a crowd,” he shrugged like it was that easy. Maybe it was.

“Okay. Fine. Do it. But somebody’s gonna have to bring food cuz there’s nothing in that fridge but eggs and kombucha.”

“God, we need to feed you, little one.” Hobi frowned, concerned.

“Groceries are on tomorrow's to do list. I wasn’t expecting to feed a small army today. I was just gonna grab some take out once you and the missus went home.”

“And you still can. I’ll see if JK can snag something from work.”

A key jingled in the lock as your sister shimmied her way in the door, arms filled with Christmas decorations with a string of gold tinsel draped across her throat like a feather boa.

“I’m back! Hobi, baby, I texted you. Can you bring the other bin up?”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and darted out the door.

“Holy mackerel, it’s gonna look like Santa’s workshop exploded in here.” You took in the sheer amount of tinsel, lights and decor your sister had managed to manhandle up the stairs.

“Oh stop you. They’re just extra decorations and props from the photography studio. I figured you can use what you like, and we’ll just put them back when the season’s over.” She shrugged.

“I’ll take free decorations that I don’t have to store any day.” You asserted with a grin. Peeling the sticky back off a command strip, you climbed up on a chair to hang the dang thing as close to the ceiling as you could reach. Your sister came behind you to spot you. No sense letting you break your neck before the guest of honor even got here.

“Most of our mini sessions are over anyway. Nobody should be trying to book their Christmas card photos after December 14th, and if they do, they deserve the Charlie Brown Christmas tree they get.”

It always tickled you when your sister tried to be matter of fact. You knew good and well she was too accommodating not to at least try to bend.

“Lay down the law, sis. Hey, hand me those string lights will you. Can you plug them in?”

The room burst into light in a cacophony of colors.

“Whew. Multi. Bold.”

“Sorry, I didn’t check if they were colorful or warm white first. Shoot.”

She looked so chagrined. It was so sweet. Here she was being so giving and thoughtful, and she really thought you were gonna have the nerve to be picky.

“Shush, you. They’ll look great. It’s kind of… cozy. Very vintage Christmas. Nostalgia chic,” you smiled, and she smiled with you, relieved.

“Hey, you don’t need to be nervous about Joonie.”

“I don’t?” You looked up at your sister through your lashes.

“He’s really a sweetheart.”

“I mean, I can tell that from space.” You smiled.

“Don’t be smart, you know what I mean, dummy.”

“Wait, which one am I ? Smart or dumb?” You laughed.

“Goofy. But I mean it. He’s such a good guy. His last relationship didn’t go so well,” the color of your sister’s voice changed then. “It was a long time ago. It was. I’m sure he hardly thinks about it anymore. It’s just, I think we’re all rooting for him to find someone who realizes just how lovely he is.”

Hobi chose just then to come clunking through the front door.

“Look who I found!”

Sure enough, all six foot something of Namjoon was right behind him, bashfully twisting a Santa hat between his nervous hands despite still wearing his little green beanie from the tree farm on his head.

Thirty minutes, my ass, you grumbled internally. But out loud you said : “Hey! You made it!”

He looked so big in your doorframe like that. Were his shoulders going to fit? Surely he was going to get stuck like Santa in a chimney flue.

“Looks like you guys got the tree up no problem.” He offered gently.

“Me and Hobi accessed our inner lumberjacks and got it done.” You flexed one bicep and Hoseok patted it like it was made of steel. You both giggled like the weirdos you were as Namjoon smiled softly, still hulking in your doorway like a vampire in need of an invite to cross the threshold.

“Come inside, you silly boy,” your sister tutted. “You’ve let half the winter in.” She tugged Namjoon’s sleeve as he ducked his head to come inside. God, you wanted to climb him like a tree.

He looked so nervous shucking his snow-caked boots off by your front door. It made you want to put him at ease.

“I can take your coat, and… whichever piece of headwear you’d prefer not to wear,” you eyed his double hat situation for the second time as he seemed to notice it for the first.

“Oh shoot. Am I still?” He snatched at his scalp and realized it was shrouded in green yarn. Pulling the beanie off, he inadvertently gave you a glimpse of his face framed by his thick head of tousled ebony hat hair. You weren’t sure if you wanted to climb up to fix it for him or pull him into your room and make it worse. “Can I use your bathroom?” He blurted.

“Mmm hmm. Down the hall, to the right.”

He thanked you, banking around you and the corner to hide in the bathroom.

As the door clicked shut, you locked eyes with your sister across the room. Even you felt how desperate you looked. She had the gall to laugh at you.

Traitor.

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Maybe this was going to be alright after all.

Sure enough, each of Hoseok’s boys rolled in, each one prettier than the last. The apartment had never been so blessed.

Jungkook brought two massive trays of food from chick fil a with enough side sauces to last until the apocalypse. What a fascinating juxtaposition he was. Wide eyes, innocent pink lips puckered unsurely around a little silver hoop and the dimensions of a Mack truck. How someone with that much ink curling across his skin was allowed to serve the lord’s chicken, you did not know, but you did know that god himself must have had a hand in sculpting his perky little peach of an ass. Glory.

Jimin and his obscenely pretty face brought champagne. Taehyung and his intense eyebrows brought vintage Christmas vinyls and a record player that looked like an old leather suitcase that he’d carried up the stairs on his hip like a briefcase. As soon as he’d gotten settled he’d put on Bing Crosby’s rendition of “white Christmas” and waltzed with Jimin around your kitchen island.

Seokjin brought the good food. Yoongi brought the good liquor. Your sister and Hoseok brought the laughter and joy.

It was a perfect way to spend a December night.

Somewhere during the course of the night, seokjin - who was wearing a Christmas sweater with an embroidered cat on it that he referred to as The Second Coming of Min Yoongi- decided to make an old fashioned popcorn garland for your tree. As he and Yoongi squabbled over how to properly thread a needle, you realized it had been ages since you’d seen Namjoon.

When he’d emerged from the bathroom earlier, his soft skin had been glistening as if he’d splashed water on his face. His hair looked to have been slicked back with wet hands, while one stubborn piece jutted forward to softly frame brows. You’d gulped down your drink and avoided eye contact, knowing good and well your face was probably screaming “for the love of god, please marry me” every time you looked at him.

In your self-preservation, you feared it may have come across as plain avoidance. You needed to find him.

He’d driven all this way.

The tree farm was so far and he’d been working in the cold all day. Yet somehow he was here in your tiny home, without a single complaint.

Earlier in the night, you’d nearly tipped off your chair ladder trying to put the star on your tree and he’d caught you, scooping you up bridal style like it was as natural for him as breathing air. It was an unnecessary gesture. You really hadn’t been that far off the ground and the show of strength was absolutely welcome but embarrassing nonetheless. You’d been cradled in his chest again and god, it had taken everything in you to fight the instinct to bury your face between his pecs.

“Stop objectifying my sweet baby. You’ll taint him.” Hoseok had teased from across the room.

You’d shot him a death glare as a glum Namjoon had placed you gently on the ground.

“Sorry. Hope I didn’t make that awkward. I just… you were falling and…”

“It’s alright, Joon. Thank you.” Your smile was earnest. You watched the way his reaction played across his face like a movie. It made you want to kiss him. “Besides, I should’ve put the tallest man on the job in the first place.”

His dimples had reappeared then, and you’d felt the oxygen in the room go thin.

You’d been avoiding him ever since.

Pressing up off your IKEA futon and stepping around the push up - off a shirtless Jungkook was currently doing as Jimin sat cross legged on his back and Taehyung counted, you set off to find Namjoon.

In less than six hundred square feet, there weren’t many places he could go. Everyone else was in the kitchen/living room. That really only left the open bathroom, the balcony- which your sister and Hoseok were currently cuddled up on, watching the snow fall- and your bedroom.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected to find when you pushed open the door, but somehow Namjoon folded up on the floor studying the lower tier of your bookshelf actually made loads of sense. You hadn’t been aware someone that large could fold themselves into something so small. His long fingers trailed over the spines of your favorite books and something in your lower belly swirled.

You could have spent the rest of the night just watching him read.

That, however, even in your own home, might be kinda creepy so you decided to announce your presence instead.

“Howdy stranger,” you crooned, leaning shoulder first into the door jamb.

Namjoon startled, clutching his chest like you’d just given him a heart attack. His long limbs flailed, knocking into the bookshelf like the baby moose he was, sending a small picture frame careening down onto his head. It knocked his Santa hat off kilter, leaving the beautiful man looking like a bamboozled disaster.

Your laughter filled the room as he collected himself, straightening his hat and placing your frame back on the shelf. You came to sit beside him, hugging your knee and leaning one shoulder into his.

“Whatcha doing? Whatcha reading, more importantly?” You shot him a pointed look paired with a smile you hoped was disarming.

“Oh. Uh, nothing yet. I didn’t mean to pry. I just… well there was so much going on in the living room. I just wanted to get some air so I stepped in here, but I ended up getting lost in your book collection.”

His fingers trailed their spines again, and you felt a shiver down yours.

“You like to read?”

It was a pitiful question on your part really. Clearly he did. He was surrounded by your personal mini library, and it was the most comfortable you’d seen him be all day.

“Oh it’s the best thing, really. You can learn so much about a person by looking at the things they like to read.”

“And what have you learned about me?”

You felt yourself hold your breath as he looked down, dimples daring to show themselves again now that the two of you were in a private place.

“Well, it seems like you appreciate the classics, for one.”

His finger traced the curve of letters embossed in gold on an ivory spine.

“I went through an intense thrift shopping phase over the last few years. I got kind of obsessive about collecting beautiful books,” you confessed.

“You should come to my store sometime then. You’d love the first editions section.”

There was a pride glittering in beautiful dark brown eyes, the first swell of something like confidence showing in them.

“You work at a bookstore too?” You tilted your head to the side in question as his trademark sheepishness returned.

“Um, own. Co-own, really. Between me, Seokjin and Yoongi.”

“Stop- seriously?” You felt yourself press into his space without meaning to. The sharp, earthy smells of cedar and pine still swirled on him, but underneath that was soft clean soap. You found yourself wanting to press your nose into his throat. You realized too late that your eyes had been doing it for you, and Namjoon had caught you doing it.

Cleaning his throat, something in him seemed to grow bold.

He didn’t shy away anymore. He pressed up off the palms he’d been leaning back on and leaned into your space like you did into his. His thumb pulled your bottom lip out of your teeth, tracing along the edge of it softly.

“Seriously.”He whispered, the timber of his voice deep as winter.

His deep set gaze grew heavy as the moment lingered. You caught sight of his tongue flicking out to wet his full lips as his thumb traced yours and suddenly you felt all your grace leave you all at once.

“You should stay.”

It came out breathy, soft. You knew your face must have given away how molten you felt beneath his touch. He chuckled gently, eyes warm as he smirked. Only half a dimple this time, you noticed.

“Stay?” He arched a brow your way.

“When the others leave… you should stay.”

It was crazy, but the lightheaded part of you that was under his spell couldn’t think of anything else she wanted more.

Suddenly, he was soft again. Eyes no longer serpentine but wide. Kind.

“Is that… would you… like that?”

You smiled at him, sweet as strawberries, and then you were kissing him.

Just once. Slow, gentle, but deep.

There was a hint of cinnamon on his lips. Hobi had picked up some horchata at his favorite taqueria on the way back. He must have given some to Joon. You smiled against his mouth, licked into it once. Felt his chest vibrate with the groan it created.

When you pulled back, he was dazed, staring at you like you were made of stars. Eyeing you like he wanted to know what else you were made of. His lip bitten like he was too hungry to wait.

“Stay.” You breathed again.

“I’ll stay.” He whispered back.

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When the last person had left the apartment, you’d locked the door behind them.

Suddenly it was truly just you and him.

You’d turned, back to your front door and looked at him, eyes sultry, smile sweet.

Namjoon was across the room, too busy drinking you in to remember how to move. But you hadn’t forgotten, it seemed. You took your time crossing the small room. The vivid lights cast bursts of blue and red across your skin- it made your eyes look unearthly, tempting in a way Namjoon was incapable of fighting.

You stopped in front of him, palms pressed to his chest. He felt his eyelids grow heavy at the sensation, but he wouldn’t let his eyes close. Not yet. He didn’t want to miss a moment of you.

You slid your hands up his chest, alongside his throat, skimming his jaw and cupping his face. You stood between his legs and god, did he want to rock his hips against you. You were already leaning into him, your hips pressed into his pelvis. What were his corduroys gonna do? He knew you could feel him already swelling against you.

Your brushed soft thumbs across the angles of his face. He reciprocated by tenderly pushing your hair out of your face. Was your heart racing like his?

Slipping his hands down, he tugged the buckle of your belt forward into him with a thunk. He crept his thumbs beneath the sweater you’d tucked into your high black jeans, and let his fingers swirl against your stomach, smoothing over the dips at your waist. Your body was so soft. He felt himself grow warmer, swell against you harder. When your eyes clouded over and your bit your lip, he knew he was sunk.

“I’m gonna take this off now, okay ?” He whispered, tugging at your sweater as you nodded, glassy eyed and obedient, up at him. Jesus.

Why was he whispering? He didn’t know. It just felt right, he thought. Felt right like being beside you all night had felt. Felt right like he knew being inside you was gonna feel.

When he slipped the sweater up over your head, your earring got caught. A little gold hoop snagged in the knit.

Breathe, he reminded himself, go slow. You don’t have to rush.

He soon realized that was advice he was going to need to take to heart in more ways than one the second he untangled you and saw your glittering smile glowing brightly, saw the way your breasts were spilling smooth and fleshy over the confines of your lacy little balconette bra.

Jesus. Fuck.

Turns out he’d said both out loud and your glossy eyes grew hungrier the longer he looked at you.

“Do something, daddy.” You teased, voice low, gaze heady.

“Christ, y/n,” he drawled as his self-control blacked out.

Soon he was pushing your breasts together, burying his face between them. Sucking one into his warm mouth, scooping the other loose from the dark lace. He had one large hand firmly fitted just behind the buckle of your jeans as the other cupped your breast that wasn’t in his mouth, thumb diligently flicking your nipple until it grew stiff like a meringue peak. He slipped that one in his mouth then, tongue picking up pace his thumb had set and tweaking the nipple on your other breast.

You panted beneath his touch, sinking and molding into him like warm clay in his hands. He wasn’t sure when his hips had started to glide against you, but god, yours were moving too, supple and fluid like water. He needed to get you out of the rest of these clothes. He needed to find out if he could mark your breasts and neck black and purple with his mouth like he wanted to while he fucked you. You really did taste sweet, just like he thought you would. God, he wanted to take a bite out of you.

Pleasantries first though, he reminded himself.

Pushing his head back against the wall, he tried to catch his breath but your nimble fingers were working open the snaps on his corduroys instead.

“Question-“ he asked breathless.

“Answer,” you grinned, triumphant as you finally popped the latch on his pants.

“Jesus, fuck. Cripes.” His eyes fluttered shut as you ran his zipper down and reached beneath his boxer briefs to grab him.

“Which one of those was a question?” You smirked, licking your thumb before brushing it gently across the fleshy tip of him. His stomach dipped in, toned muscle crunching in on itself as your big man buckled under your touch.

“Okay, okay okay. I’m gonna have to ask this quick before you make me spontaneously finish on your tits touching me like that. Whew.” His eyes were blown, head back. Unprepared for you licking more fingers and slipping back down to gingerly play with his balls. “Oh my gooooooood. Okay. Okay. Okay. Marks?”

“Like hickies?” You asked curiously, your hand moving of its own accord to grip him firmly at the base and pull up.

“Yeah, yeah hickies,” he panted, his pretty skin growing sweaty.

“I like that.” You smiled, wide and way too pretty for him to handle right now.”it’s winter. Go crazy, big boy.”

He nodded raggedly, his brow furrowed deep as he bit his lip. He almost looked angry, he had no way of knowing it made you incredibly aroused.

“Tits. I like your tits. A lot. So much. They’re so pretty.”

You smiled into his throat as you kissed his neck and pumped him silly.

“Joonieee, youre so sweet.” You nipped at his collarbone, giggling at shiver that ran through him.

“Would it… could I… Jesus, woman, why are you so good at that? Screw this. Fuck it. Can I cum on your tits at the end of this?” His eyes were direct now, serpentine and lusty as he licked his lips.

“Yeah ?” You ran your tongue along his neck, sending another tremor through him.

“Yeah. You’d look so pretty with my cum on your tits. I mean, they look so pretty already, but Yeah, god yes I want that.” he nodded.

“Okay. Promise. You can finish on my pretty titties, if you want.” You laughed.

“I want.”

“I’ll even let you fuck then if you want.”

“Christ, what?” He was out of breath, lightheaded from the thought of himself being pressed between the two warm pillowy clouds on your chest.

“Uh huh, if you don’t finish inside me first, that is,” you breathed in his ear.

“Oh my god. Not fair. Get on the bed, now.” He said it with an edge, a grit you didn’t expect from your sweet nervous Christmas tree man. A bite that made you want to obey. Made you want to fuck his brains out. Made you want to be his baby girl so you followed along and played nice. He fumbled with your belt so you do what you were told and climb back on the bed, but strip the rest of the way for him along the way.

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As he followed, he pulled his thick wool sweater over his head, black hair falling in gorgeous eyes as he did. The full reveal of his torso left the space between your legs glossy and sticky in ways you hadn’t known it could be. His Jeans and black boxer briefs went next and then he was climbing up and over you, golden and lanky and strong and hung.

Jesus , fuck, Indeed.

He smiled at you, sourdough dimples and serpentine eyes as he slowed down.

“I’m gonna kiss you, okay?”

You nodded, obedient, nervous, eager. You wanted him. God, how did you describe how badly you wanted Kim Namjoon? His lips were plump, sweet, inexhaustibly delicious. His tongue slipped deep into your mouth, his hand firm but sweet on your hip as it climbed up your torso.

Your tits were in his mouth again, tongue flicking wildly as he moaned around your fullness and your nipple. He tweaked the other, switching back and forth as he rutted his too big dick into the meat of your thigh.

“Question,” you gasped, breathless.

“Answer, baby,” his hooded eyes were looking darkly up at you as his thumb slipped its way down to gloss smoothly over your silky clit. You cried out, and he smiled, mouth still filled with your voluptuous tit.

“Daddy?” You questioned, and the primal groan that rattled through his chest and through the sharp twitch of his dick against your leg answered any further queries you had to ask.

“Yes, please, baby. “

He slid up to suck a dark splotch into your neck, his dick sliding up and catching on the slippery ridge of your clit as he did.

“I can call you that ? Can I call you daddy?” You gasped.

He simply nodded, dropping kisses along your collarbone and throat as he lined up to finally slip inside you. The fit was snug, the drag of him along your inner walls sublime as he rocked, working you more and more open to the massive size of him. You smiled, delirious, giddy, as he fucked you like you were divine.

You came three times that night, he came twice. Once inside you and once on your pretty tits. Then one more time down your throat in the morning.

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“There’s not much, but I have…. Coffee, kombucha, seokjin’s leftover gingerbread men… oh and eggs. Can I make you eggs?” You fluttered your lashes up at him. “I’d really like to make you eggs.”

Namjoon looked so cute. Face puffy, lips full. Hair still damp from the shower he took. You’d both been too nervous to shower together, so you’d taken turns and done it separately. You thanked god you actually owned two bath towels to make it possible. He was so adorable. It made you want to cook for the man.

“Sure,” he nodded. Mercy, his voice was even deeper in the morning. He’d barely used it so far today, aside from the sexy groans that had spilled out of him this morning when you’d woken him up with your cheek resting sweetly on his inner thigh and his cock in your warm mouth. (You’d gotten consent the night before, of course.)

“Um, how do you take your coffee? And is scrambled okay? I make really cool scrambled eggs.”

He smiled warmly, his gruff exterior softening with your exuberance. He nodded his assent and you got to work getting out the egg carton, your chopsticks, the milk and your lone skillet.

“Oh, wait. Your coffee, how do you take your coffee?”

You turned in your robe, a harsh pivot, just to accidentally end up nose to Namjoon’s sweatshirt covered tits with an Ooof.

He kissed your hair, a deep chuckle from the depths of his throat booming through his chest. He was wearing one of your giant college sweatshirts ( that fit just on the roomy side of just right on him) and his black boxer briefs, his substantial thighs looking gorgeous as ever as he stood barefoot in your kitchen. What a turn of events.

He slipped his sturdy arms around your waist from behind, pushing up against the underside of your boobs and buried his blushing face in your hair.

“Black. Just a little cream is good.” He murmured as you sank back against him.

You weren’t used to how soothing another person’s presence could be.

“Gotcha. I’ll grab the-“

He chuckled, pulling you tightly into him to stop your scurrying.

“Shhh. I got it. Thank you.” He pressed a kiss deep into the skin on your neck. It melted you just a little bit further into the solidity of him.

“For what?”

“Last night. This morning. Yesterday. All of it.”

His confidence has dipped again. Cockiness replaced by a sincerity so disarming you feel your heart dip softly. He’s so sweet, you think as you caress his forearm over your stomach.

“Yes, well…” and you realize you don’t know what to say. “I….” In lieu of words, you kiss his palm.

“You’re already making us breakfast. Least I can do is grab my own coffee… you want some?” He nudged the tip of his nose against the top of your ear. Being that close to his voice made you shiver. You nodded without realizing it. The sound of his voice made you want to be so obedient to him. Why were you so turned on by him being kind, damnit ?

His hands fitted themselves to your hips, pushing the fullness of your bottom back against his hips. You were about to tell him sugar and more cream than coffee when your phone began to ring.

Startled, you bolted out of his arms to find… your sister trying to FaceTime you?

Kissing Namjoon’s cheek, you stepped away to answer. Queuing up the screen, you were thoroughly unprepared for brilliant, happy screams pealing through the phone. There was too much motion to make out an image at first, until finally. you caught a glimpse of sparkle. It was the ring Hoseok had shown you a picture of the day he decided to custom order it for your sister.

“Hobi proposed!!!” Your sister squealed. No regard for the neighbors, this one.

“When?”

“Last night. When we got home. Y/n it was perfect…. I could tell he seemed weird when we were on the balcony yesterday, oddly stiff. Like he was trying to tell me something, but it wasn’t making any sense. I teased him and told him to try again later. I was just being dumb- I didn’t know! but when we got home, I had gone upstairs to change out of my Christmas tree clothes and when I came back. He was on his knees in the kitchen.”

Your sister clasped a hand over her mouth as her eyes filled with happy tears. Smart boy, he’d listened to you and Namjoon.

“Y/n, I’m gonna be a wife. I'm gonna marry Hobi. Y/n, I’m so happy I could cry,” she sniffled as tears spilled over the backs of her knuckles.

“Baby, you are crying,” you teased, your own eyes growing glassy too.

“Hey, that’s MY BABY” you heard Hoseok yell from somewhere off camera.

“She was mine first,” you stuck your tongue out petulantly.

“Congrats, man!” Namjoon cheered from his spot by your coffee pot.

“Thanks bro!” Hoseok called back.

“Wait.” Your sister started….

Oh no.

“Was that…”

No. No. No. no. No.

“Oh my god. Y/n, was that Namjoon?! Did he spend the night?!? Oh my gosh are you two in love now?!?

Startled you let you out something between a yelp and a shriek, dropping your phone on the carpet.

“Did you hold onto those arms of his all night?” Your sister teased.

“Wait- Hoseok interrupted ,” do you have a thing for Namjoon’s arms babe?”

“Everyone does,” your sister quipped.” You do too Hobi.”

“That’s not the point… eh! We’re balenciaga buddies!” Hoseok cheered, the snap of elastic ringing through the air.

Apparently your phone fell in such a way that the camera gave them a beautiful view of Namjoon’s sleek black briefs and the tree trunks they were stretched around.

“Stop objectifying him!” You scolded Hoseok.

“I will when you do!” He taunted.

“Oh my god I can’t do this.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sighed as Namjoon scooped you up from behind again

“Then I will.” He whispered in your ear. “Congratulations you guys!”

Hoseok and your sister gushed something sticky sweet about how obnoxiously in love you and Namjoon were and you couldn’t help it, you smiled too. You told your sister how happy you were for her, promising to call her later with all the juicy details before finally hanging up the phone and burying your face in Namjoon’s hard tiddy. Which he flexed for you, god bless him, before also flexing his yummy, yummy arms around you until you burst into a fit of giggles.

“I like this,” he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Me too…. Got any plans today?.”

“Nope. I’m off the rest of the weekend.”

“Wanna go grocery shopping with me after I cook you eggs?”

“Are you just using me for my car?” He squinted slyly at you with a smile.

“No. That hadn’t occurred to me actually. I was actually planning on using your height and your body for my own personal benefit.” You answered thoughtfully.

“Oh.” His eyes went a bit wide like he hadn’t thought about that option. “Well. Then. Can I use you for yours?” He asked innocently.

“Sure. Although, you should know, I’m all talk. I’m the biggest softie…. I’m pretty sure if you’d asked me to marry you when we were talking tree-sourcing ethics, I would have strongly considered saying yes.”

Crap. You hadn’t planned on admitting all that. This was his fault. He was just so damn sincere. Those stupid eyes of his were so goddamn kind. It made you forget to put a guard up around him.

As you braced for him to be thoroughly traumatized by your admission, nothing of the sort came. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he hugged you beneath the ribs and hoisted you in a circle, nuzzling his cheek tenderly into your cheek.

“Oh thank GOD” he bellowed.

“I’m sorry- what?”

“I’ve spent all morning trying to figure out how to tell you how much I like you without making you fear becoming the next true crime podcast headline.” He ran a hand through his silky hair as you stood stunned where he’d set you down to process his words.

“You….”

“Yeah…”

“That bad?”

“Honestly I’m not opposed to taking your last name if you asked me.” He shrugged.

You covered your face with both hands, shaking it ruefully despite the cosmically bright smile on your face. Soon you were both howling with laughter in each other’s arms, smiling into Namjoon’s deep eyes.

“This is crazy! We’re crazy.”

“I know.” He nodded in agreement.

“I like you.”

“I really like you.”

“I don’t know the first thing about you.”

“Let’s find out together, shall we?”

You felt your eyes fill with annoyingly happy tears. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that.”

“You just moved here right?”

“Yeah. Finally. Why do you and Hoseok have matching designer underwear ?”

“We all do. It was Jimin and Seokjins doing a couple Christmases ago.”

“So you and Hobi just happened to be on the same daily rotation when you fucked a pair of sisters?”

“Please don’t word it that way.” Namjoon grimaced.

“I worded it how it is.,” you nodded.

“My turn. Why do you really want me to go to the grocery with you, Hmm?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Besides the company? For the view when I make you stretch for everything I’ve ever needed on the top shelf, Babyyy.”

“Oh my god. Are you serious?” He couldn’t contain his laughter.

“As a heart attack.” You winked.

“C’mon. Show me how you make these super fluffy eggs I’ve heard so much about. I’m starving. The gorgeous girl who owns this apartment milked me dry three times in less than twelve hours. I’m famished.”

Goddamn him and those cheeky little dimples.

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The Thrill | KNJ

The Thrill (An Intersect drabble)

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Pairing: KNJ x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: Established relationship; fluff; smut

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff; grand romantic gestures; cussing; clit play; breast play; dirty talk; unprotected penetrative sex in a committed and monogamous relationship; soft aftercare

Word count: 2,993 words

Summary: “Nooo…stop it.”

A/N: I guess this is the result of the amalgamation of all the boyfriend/thirsty content that Namjoon has been dropping lately. I really have no excuse when it comes to him. I say this as my BFE!Yoongi WIP pouts in the corner, mid-smut scene–you’re next, I promise!!! 🤪  Thank you, Sim @itdoesntmatterwhy​​ for reading this through and giving me some good notes!

A/N2: The Thrill is one of my favorite Miguel songs. It’s so much better live than the original recording.“We can be the riot in the air tonight/Start the kind of trouble you can taste.”  I debated cutting it off right before the smut but then…Joon’s Smoke Sprite verse happened so…you can blame that for the second half of this!

A/N3: You don’t need to read the series to get into this. I included some callbacks but they’re not necessarily crucial to be able to understand this drabble.

“Baby! Have you seen my–”

You giggle to yourself as this neverending saga of Namjoon asking, ‘have you seen this thing that I always use and yet I always forget where I keep it,’ continues.

“Check the first drawer on your left-hand side of the hallway cabinet,” you yell from the bathroom. You hear him let out an audible sigh of relief as he retrieves the item that he needs for your trip.

“Got it, thank you! Never leave me, please,” he calls out when he re-enters your bedroom.

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