#kim namjoon drabble

[7brownsuga7]

Hi! Are you gonna do a Namjoon freaky edition headcanon? 👀

Hello hello! Here it is 👀

Namjoon headcanon (freaky edition)

Will talk you through it for sure. I'm talking about hellllaaaa praises and sweet poetic shit.

Sub/ soft dom. But I feel like he's very baby girl coded Ifmao and loves when you take control - especially when you're riding him. But don't get it twisted because he WILL and CAN dominate, and won't be able to stop himself from taking over.

Tongue game on 10000. Will have you shaking and squirting and is definitely a holder, you ain’t going nowhere.

Praise kink. Will definitely praise everything you do, even if it's the bare minimum

Okay so like he loves praising you, BUT I feel like he also likes to degrade with a few praises here and there. Call him a polite degrader if you will

Every part of your body is getting attention. You’re not leaving his bed untouched. His fingers will be everywhere

Takes his time with you. Definitely loves to focus on you and making sure you're pleased. He knows your body so well, and is gentle with his touch. He will want to extend his knowledge on your body so he can always be the best for you.

Size kink. He’s big so why not flaunt it

He likes to take advantage of his body size, fav position is probably missionary as he likes to cage you and compare his size to yours, or cowgirl so he can watch you struggle to take him

He can't get enough of you. I'm talking obsessed, like everything you do turns him on and gets him hard

Wants to watch you play with yourself. Will get off on watching you, and will admire you and love every second of it

Wants to experiment with you and is up for whatever you’re up for. Is down to try new kinky things (orgasm denial, sensory deprivation, toys, bondage/restraints, etc)

Not a vocal king, BUT is definitely a groan and moaner. Those grunts WILL be heard!

When he’s cummin he will babble about your pussy and how great you are

Wants to hear you beg for it. Will fuck you hard so you cry out for him, just so he can shush you by covering your mouth with his hand or lips

He needs to hear you call out his name.

Wants to fuck you to his well thought out playlist

Great aftercare. Gentle and sweet with you and will stoke your back, telling you soothing praises. + cuddles

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[ladyartemesia]

Can you do a drabble about one of them being cute to a plus size girl 😭😭 I'm sorry I'm emotional it's the Curse

I hope this was cute enough? More like whipped honestly… I hope you enjoy 🫣

Kim Namjoon x Plus Size Reader (PG-13)

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

The man standing behind you on the bus jolted at your words.

Clearly he hadn’t expected to be caught, but there was a mirror right above the windows and you’d been watching him take a thorough visual tour of your body for the last five minutes.

“Uh well—” he loosened the tie around his neck.

“Yeah, bro, not cool.”

A random girl sitting near the doors had heard your remark and was already rising up in righteous indignation to defend your honor.

Uh-oh.

You had to slap a hand over your face to keep from laughing.

Kim Namjoon’s mouth dropped open.

“Miss I think you have the wrong—”

But the girl—bless her—was not here for it.

“This woman’s beauty is not there for you to just casually consume—”

“I agree—honestly—”

“She’s got a mind of her own!”

He snorted.

“That’s for sure.”

You were practically biting through your lip trying not to giggle at this point. Joon looked like a cornered rabbit.

“She didn’t ask for your attention—”

“That’s debatable.”

Your galant girl-knight looked ready to throw hands at that one.

It was high time you saved them both.

“Miss,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “I truly admire you and I’m eternally grateful for you assistance but—” your eyes met Namjoon’s exasperated grin in the mirror—“this man is my husband.”

—Later—

“I told you wearing that dress would get me in trouble.”

You laughed as your not-so-subtle admirer ran his hands appreciatively over your curves.

He was wild about you.

You shook your head and sighed in dramatic disappointment.

“Objectifying me in public. What a scoundrel…”

Namjoon was never truly able to hide his adoration for your fuller figure and you loved to tease him about it.

“I swear I thought she was going to burn me down with the patriarchy.”

You started to laugh, but he was already sliding his hand up your leg so it turned into a little moan instead.

“It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself. I was just an innocent bystander and you were so obviously undressing me in your head-ah!”

Namjoon smacked your thigh and let out a tortured groan as he watched it jiggle.

“Baby,” he murmured, gripping into your softness with just the right amount of pressure, “I was doin’ way more than that.”

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[abloomingperiod]

him | kim namjoon

"hey, you listening?" you ask as you make your way out of the bathroom and into the room your fiancé was situated.

"yes" he simply answers, voice calm and eyes and hands leaving his book to look at you.

when your eyes find his, you stop - on your tracks and your train of thought - to drink on the sight.

there he was, the reason you’re even planning and thinking about what is supposed to be the biggest and best day of your life for the last three months, since he dropped on one knee to ask for your hand - and later, to give you a glimpse of why you’ll need more than a week for your honeymoon.

there he was, hair growing over his neck - less than a mullet, just like you asked him to grow it into -, bare and pretty face, big and buff limbs glowing as the warm, small light from your lampshade illuminated them. sharp eyes, yet so calm and serene gaze expecting your next words.

speaking of them,

where exactly did they go?

“honey?” his deep voice asks with a small side grin, which you want to slap him for. does he thinks he’s helping you and your reasoning, when all you can think about is how remarkably low it is?

him, him, him. everything about him. all about him. him.

“right” you come back to earth, hands on your hips, “so... about our wedding”, you start, but can’t help and feel funny under his gaze, shrugging it off with an old, stupid joke of yours, “let’s end it off- nah i’m joking, but for real-”

as dumb as it is, it never fails to rip a small chuckle out of your sweet soon-to-be husband, and you swear to god it’s the prettiest sound in the world.

if it was possible to fall in love twice with the same person without even falling out of the first time, you’re sure his laughter would be responsible for it.

and once again, you’re standing there like an idiot, watching the other idiot that knows exactly what he’s doing when his lower lip gets pulled back by his teeth, and you feel like a teenager for the tenth time in the last 3 minutes. “...you okay, babe?”

just let your thoughts win and grab him, for god’s sake.

“i can’t keep my hands off of you” you confess, arms giving up, sighing and faking a frustrated face that could never be convincing. not when your legs are already folding and making their way onto his lap, slowly crawling with your knees to the only place you never get sick of in the world.

him, him, him. his skin, his warmth, his embrace.

everything about him. all about him.

“now why would i ever want you to do that?” he asks smoothly, hands immediately finding your waist and burning up your skin. his eyes held such a welcoming stare, you wish you could just say ‘i do’ right now and have him all for yourself ‘til your last day on earth.

“no but i do have something to say” you remember yourself and him, hands finding his waist and caressing around it - waist, tummy, chest, bones, everything you could find and paint with your own touch. “i was thinking, and maybe, we should throw a little something before the actual wedding, you know? like a pre-wedding thing”

he observes you, head slightly hanging to the side as his curiosity get to him.

“not that i don’t think it’s enough or anything!” you assure him, fingers going through his small silver chain that held your proposal ring in. “you’re gonna like this, hear me out: we probably want to drink our asses off. that’s just how we roll, right? but i know myself, and i know my limits... i’ll be straight up with you: i don’t think my insides can take cake, korean food and alcohol the way i wish it would.”

and there it is, one more laughing sound of his, but this time, a louder, bigger one.

the dumbass is laughing at your costs, now.

“you really can’t function outside of the ‘8 or 80′ style, can you?” his right hand flicks your forehead lightly “dumbass.”

“pardon? i didn’t ask for a funny tummy and i certainly don’t want it messed up at my own wedding. that’s a huge ass reason to throw a small something a few days before!” you interject, quickly pinching his sides, earning a cute squirm from him. “plus, i don’t wanna be bloated when i’m wearing my wedding dress.”

with that, he just stares at you for a second, and lets out a fair question as his eyes narrow at your intentions, “you’re not plotting this just because of that, are you?”

another thing you could easily hold accountable for a second fall for him: his caring.

handling and watching you more intently than yourself, sometimes.

god, it’s almost embarrassing how much you love this in him.

“no. and you know that. i really do have a suck ass stomach, you’ve seen how bad it gets” you say, easing his sudden seriousness, and with that you smile at him “plus, i want other korean stuff turning my insides out...”

he interrupts you with most delicious laugh you’ve heard in a long time - since the last time he laughed this hard (last than a day before). “ “god, you’re gross! okay, i see your point.”

“i knew you would. now, this can be very s-small,” you get into the details of your plan and his hands betray his incredulous gaze, as they travel down to the small of your back and rest on your ass, softly caressing it an earning a small tremble in your voice. “less than 20 people, your closest friends, my closes friends, a bar with at least 5 of the 10 drink options we’re having in the menu... we can bring the same flavor of cake...” your eyes keep scanning his beautiful face and the loving eyes he gives you, admiring the thought you put behind your little plan. “we can even wear a tie and a small veil! so everybody knows about it! who knows? maybe we even get a free drink. gotta milk our options out, baby.”

at that, you expect him to give you one more nice chuckle, or even a light slap on the butt, but he decides not to. instead his hands press you against his own lower body, and his plump lips attach themselves to the side of your neck. you let out a small sigh followed by a light chuckle “i’m serious!”

“i know you are” he defends himself, lips travelling north to your jaw and cheek, leaving hard pecks, making you smile like you’re high “you’re irresistible, that’s all”

you know for a fact he felt your pulse stumbling, fumbling and failing as his lips kept kissing you.

“enough for you to say yes?” you take advantage of his sweet words.

“i’m marrying you, isn’t that enough of an answer?” he asks, facing you with the most whipped out smile you’ve ever seen. “sure. anything for you.” you smile wildly at him, heart throbbing and lips mumbling a small ‘thanks’ as you peck his lips. “i can search for that bar, too.”

god, why is he so freaking him?

of course he can.

“yeah?”

“yeah.” he responds, smile never leaving his mouth, cheekily giving you his trademark wink along with it.

“you..... ugh!” your hands tangle ins his hair and your lips attack his just like you did when he proposed to you. your kiss is urgent, desperate even, and still, he manages to laugh against it. he pulls you flush against him, chest to chest and heart to heart, hands dancing around your ass.

you could never get sick of this place.

“fucking love you. can’t wait to put this ring on your finger” you pull back and confess, lips ghosting his as you watch your hands travel back to his chain.

“you and i both” he agrees, eyes and hand mirroring yours, gasping a bit. “can’t wait to see you in that dress” fingers caressing your whole torso: spectrum, under-boob, ribcage, waist, “and take it off.”

oh, are you longing for that honeymoon.

“and you will” you peck him again, “‘cause now i don’t need to care about my tummy”

his laughs fills your room and your eardrums with the most beautiful sound you can point out. his head fall back to the wall behind and his eyes close, and you wish you could have this sight and this sight only for the rest of your life.

“yes, your tummy is well taken care of”

“and that’s for you, too. i need my newly husband a hundred percent conscious and collected for the after party”

he lightly tsks at you "if i were you, i’d wish the opposite” he slowly grabs your ass and kisses the back of your ear. god, he feels like a delicious poison. “plus, i don’t think i can stay collected after watching you down that aisle.”

“you and i both” you repeat his words, head resting on his shoulder. “thank you, i owe you one.” and leaving a small kiss on his jaw.

“show me the dress?”

“never.”

“but i’ll search for the bar.”

“you did that on yourself.”

he jokingly scoffs and mumbles a small ‘fine’, and you fall in love with him all over again.

“but i’ll give you a hint. it’s white.”

“shut up.”

“make me.”

and he looks down at you, small smirk painting his face.

“yeah? wanna pay it back now?” he asks mischievously, as his finger trace your lower lip.

“i just might” you respond, kissing his thumb. his eyes hold a darker tone, and as your bodies almost mold into one with the proximity you’re in, you can feel just how much he might want it.

“...still wanted to see that dress, though.” he jokes, and you return to your position facing him, lightly slapping his rigid chest. he catches your wrist and brings it to his lips, softly kissing it, and travelling to the back of your hand.

“that gives bad luck, dumbass.”

as he keeps kissing your knuckles, his other hand ghost over your thigh, enticing you and making you shiver deliciously.

because that’s what he does. namjoon makes you stumble, tremble, flutter, shiver and fall.

him, him, him.

everything about him. all about him.

“you’re all the luck i need.”

him, him, him.

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[jjkeverlast]

Congrats on your milestone 💜💜 I'm in dire need of some Joonie in my life.

smut prompt: “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”

trope: enemies-to-lovers 🙃

play the game | knj

-> pairing professor!namjoon x professor!reader

-> genre smut

-> summary things take a turn between namjoon and you when you find yourselves locked inside the printer room.

-> word count 2.0k

-> warnings slight banter, namjoon in glasses (yes it's a warning), oral (f. receiving), clit biting and cum eating.

-> author's note ahhh my beautiful jess!!! here's the long awaited namjoon drabble, hope this kills you as much as it did me... while writing this. thank you for requesting this babe! <333 - again, prompt is marked in bold and i do not have taglists to requests! thank you <3

‘’Great. Just great.’’ You sigh in defeat, as Namjoon finally releases the handle of the door. It’s locked. So fucking cliché. You’re pissed for two exact reasons in this situation. The first being that no one bothered to call for a locksmith when it came to the broken lock for the printer room. The second one being, Kim Namjoon, or rather you’d call him an asshole. 

An asshole for being slow. 

‘’Well, seeing it’s over 4pm, there’s likely no chance at anyone coming to get us.’’ He reasons, looking at his watch as you notice the prominent veins slightly peeking from his blue sweater. You gulp when he finally looks up and you immediately look down at your black heels. You’re fucked. This is seriously fucked. It bugs you how good he smells. He’s always smelled clean, as if his clothes just came out of a fresh laundry and a mixture of decent cologne. 

You mutter a quick fuck over your body feeling intoxicated by Namjoon’s smell. You don’t like him, nor will you ever see yourself date him. Although…

‘’Do you have your phone on you?’’ You look down at yourself, a pencil skirt hugging your thighs tight and a blouse. Do you look like someone who carries your phone? 

‘’You’re joking, right?’’ Namjoon’s eyes scan your body, realizing you don’t have any pockets or phone. You try to remain calm as a small smirk tugs at his lips after checking you out. 

Namjoon had left his phone hanging in his pocket, the pocket attached to his jacket hanging in the teacher’s lounge. 

Neither of you are to blame. You were casually waiting for the paper’s to print when Namjoon walked in. It was the end of the day, students already being long gone and the teacher’s packing up for the day. You were immediately annoyed when Namjoon entered and he was not as fazed by seeing you as the only one in the printer room. 

Chaos doesn’t erupt until the janitor closes the door without any warning. The janitor not only didn’t see you or Namjoon, no, he didn’t hear you as well. His headphones stuck to his ears, as he walked the opposite position completely oblivious to the pair he left behind. 

And now you’re here. Stuck in a printer room with Kim Namjoon. 

You don’t even know where to start with this man. First of all, he’s slow, so slow he’s practically taking over half of your classes time as you unfortunately share the same auditorium.

There hasn’t been once since Namjoon started working here where you haven’t had the right amount of time with your class. It started off as irritation, which soon turned to hatred. Second of all? He’s attractive. Very attractive. If it weren’t for his slowness, you would have probably tried to ask him out. But he’s not. And now? Now you feel as if you’re near him, you’ll explode. 

You can’t be stuck with him. This will end badly, so you figure you’ll ignore him for now. The floor doesn’t seem so bad, so you lean your back against the working printer and sigh in hopelessness. 

‘’Alright, well, let’s play a game.’’ Namjoon suggests sitting in front of you, legs crossed as he supports his upper body with his palms. 

‘’A game? No thanks.’’ You roll your eyes at his ridiculous idea. Why does he even talk to you? 

‘’Oh we’re still on the ‘I don’t like you’ game, I see.’’ His chuckle is dry, eyes landing on the gray carpet covering the whole floor of the room. It sounds almost as if he’s wondering why exactly you don’t like him. As if you haven’t made it more obvious. 

‘’Still? As long as you continue being slow, I’ll continue being rude.’’ Your voice is stern, throwing Namjoon completely off as his eyes widen over your comment. 

‘’That’s why you don’t like me? Because I’m – slow?’’ He repeats you. 

You nod quickly, and Namjoon scoffs in response. ‘’Slow isn’t necessarily bad.’’ 

You snort, not believing he’s actually trying to reason slow for being a good thing. 

‘’Well for me it is. Especially if it drags over my time.’’ 

‘’Ah, so that’s what it’s about.’’ He pushes his glasses up a bit, swallowing the fact that you actually despite him, when he’s been nothing but kind to you. It hasn’t been noticeable, but Namjoon has never on purpose been slow. He’s just overall captivated by giving out lessons and has always admired himself and his job. He’s confident to put it quite frankly, so for you to think he’s being an asshole really throws him off. 

Namjoon’s puzzled yet relaxed face has you wondering. Is he seriously mad about you calling him slow? When you both know he is. It’s ridiculous, the guy shouldn’t get angry, rather accept the fact you’ve thrown at him and you both can move on with the day. 

It’s as if he’s noticed you’re staring and a sly smile begins to tug on his lips before speaking, ‘’you hate me, yet you stare at me as if you want me.’’ 

Your breathing hitches as his eyes now lock with yours, he’s on to you. He’s always known that your huge hatred for him is deeply buried in lust. Always has been. 

Sometimes it would drive you mad that he’s gotten to your head, even under sexual activies and that was the last straw for you. You had to keep yourself away. 

Regarding the situation you’re currently in, it’s hard not to when his smell almost stifles you from being so close. You’re about to break, the arousal in between your legs proving itself to you. 

‘’I– I don’t…’’ You’re an utter mess, messing up your whole ‘I hate you’ demeanor towards him and he breaks into a laugh. 

‘’That’s cute, Y/N.’’ He moves closer, you being able to have a clearer sight of his brown eyes and pearly white teeth hidden beneath his plumb lips. He’s so effortlessly hot and you clench your jaw, trying not to show another sign of you desperately wanting to touch him. 

‘’Why are you being so shy all of a sudden?’’ His hand goes to play with his chain, as if he wants you to look at him closely. It’s a trick, and he’s got you right where he wants to. 

‘’I’m not.’’ You fix your composure, settling on standing up to try and ignore how wet you’ve grown from having Namjoon so close to you. 

It’s now become a staring game between the two of you. Namjoon leaning against the closet of paper supplies and you, leaning against the printer. 

Namjoon runs his tongue over his lips, them now glistening in the light and you feel yourself feeling more worked up. Fuck, if only he just took you and–

‘’Fuck this.’’ Namjoon mutters under his breath, stepping towards you in a hurry as he hastily chases your lips. You never expected his lips to feel so soft against yours, yet roughly pressed as it’s the only time he’ll be able to feel you like this. 

A whimper escapes you when his tongue runs over your bottom lip. God, why is he so good at this? 

Before things become too heated, Namjoon pulls away, his glasses slowly sliding down until your finger presses the rim, pushing them upwards. ‘’Is this okay?’’ He barely whispers, his forehead neatly pressed to yours as you’re still trying to catch your breath from the unexpected kiss. 

‘’Yes.’’ You pull him by the sweater, as his lips continue to move against yours. Your fingers run through his hair, gripping the ends tightly causing him to groan against your mouth as his hips roll against your core. Fuck, you need him. Now. 

Your fingers run longer down, reaching his belt before Namjoon stops you. 

‘’Hey, let me make you feel good okay?’’ Your mouth falls agape at his words but nod regardless. 

‘’On one condition.’’ 

‘’Anything.’’ 

‘’You admit you want me.’’ His brows raise, a smile desperately wanting to grow on him as he watches you crumble at his words. He has you exactly where he wants to. If he hadn’t given you a taste of his lips, you’d let go of him and told him that he should just forget this ever happened. But no, you want him and he knows, he’s just being an asshole and wants to hear you say it. You can’t easily give in, but the desperation growing between your legs gives the extra push to your answer. 

‘’I want you.’’ Namjoon finally lets his smile slip, a smile that screams victory. You let out a breath, about to pull yourself in to taste his lips again when Namjoon pulls slightly away, taking his glasses off before he gives in to your lips with his. 

It grows heated, very quickly, so quickly Namjoon is having you sit on the desk stacked with paper and him positioned between your legs. Your pencil skirt is riled up, your heat in clear contact with Namjoon’s growing bulge. 

‘’Fuck, I can feel how wet you are.’’ Namjoon says as his lips run against your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. 

‘’Let me make you feel good yeah?’’ You nod, watching the sight of Namjoon getting on both knees, his face inches away from your almost drenched panties. He doesn’t hesitate, grabbing the ends of it, until they’re completely pulled off. 

You expect Namjoon to go slow with you, slowly running his tongue along your folds, feeling you sensually but no. 

His tongue goes straight on your clit, flicking it which sends you arching towards his face. He has the control, his arms strapped to your legs, keeping them open for him while he devours you. He’s wild, letting his tongue run flatly on your folds and going back to sucking on your clit in a loop. He’s up for the challenge, and that is to make you cum, by only using his tongue. 

‘’Don’t stop– shit.’’ He groans at your confirming words, now with the knowledge of him doing so well on you. You’re loving this, your legs shaking as your orgasm is slowly approaching, but you try to hold yourself a little longer. Not wanting Namjoon to get the biggest ego after making you finish so fast. 

It’s been a while for you, ever since he started getting to your head you couldn’t go out and concentrate on dates anymore. Namjoon was getting too close. 

You’re completely taken off guard as Namjoon softly bites onto your clit, sending you over the edge and finally coming undone on his tongue. He doesn’t stop just yet, keeping his warm mouth on you, as if he doesn’t want you to forget what it feels like, what he’s capable of doing to you. 

‘’Namjoon, I’m–’’ Another moan slips, your body too captivated by the pleasure, caused by only his mouth. How? How is he this good? 

With a firm kiss to your clit, Namjoon retrieves, his chin and lips smeared in your arousal, glistening under the yellow light of the printer room. He looks unreal. You want more, you can never get enough of him and what more perfect moment than doing all of it now?

‘’Come here.’’ Your hands firmly holding onto his face about to kiss him again, he gladly accepts and you let yourself get a taste of you remaining on his tongue. 

The kissing starts growing yet again hot, your hands again, finding his belt about to take it off to finally feel him. You’re taken by complete surprise when Namjoon chuckles as he pulls away. 

‘’What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?’’ It throws you off, his tone indicating you’ve gotten the wrong message. 

‘’W-what?’’ 

‘’One to zero love.’’ With that he puts his glasses back on his face, turning towards the exit as he fumbles for his keys. He finally gets a hold of a key, opening the printer room and leaving you all alone, sprawled onto the desk. 

‘’Oh, it’s on Kim Namjoon.’’ You say to yourself, tone laced with anger. 

© jjkeverlast 2022 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

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[dirtybtssnaps]

Namjoon, passionate sex at 1:30 am. Maybe some soft aftercare and a candle-lit room? (maybe add some spanking too?)

Missed Anniversary

Genre: 🌸Lovely Smut🌷

Pairing: ❤️Dom💖 Kim Namjoon (Rm) and 💕Sub🤭 Female Reader

Poison: Collar, Making out, Slight voyeurism, Slight Face Fucking, Fingering, G-spot and Clit stimulation, Oral (Male and Female Receiving.), Dirtytalk, Praising, Rough sex, Ball Massaging, Slight hair pulling, Slight Spanking and Creampie (Practice Safe Sex irl please)

Author's Note: (Hella unnecessary to the story) Sorry about the suddenly small break, as you guys know my birthday just past and I had to do more than I thought lol. I was gonna release another drabble, but since you know since namjoon made an album on my birthday he does have a soft spot in my heart.❤️ (Now story)

The car door slammed shut and then you waved off the driver as she drove off, you took out your phone and read the time “1:30 am.”. You tapped on your text conversation with Namjoon. “Let me know when you’re outside.” Said his last message to you, a shiver went up your spine from a breeze of cold air. “What am I doing?” you thought, “He’s been leaving you on read for a week, and now he asked you to come over late at night I mean… Who schedules a booty call, especially with someone you asked to marry just two months ago.” You added to your thoughts. You clicked out of your messages and then clicked on an app to schedule a car to come to get you, Namjoon’s front door suddenly opened and he saw you standing there.

A light by the front porch turned on, then Namjoon excitedly walked down the stairs to you. You were about to say something, but Namjoon quickly hugged you tightly and you hugged him back. “I missed you so much.” Said Namjoon, after a few moments of embracing he stood up and grabbed your hand guiding you inside his house. He closed his front door after both of you, then locked it as you stood there for a second, namjoon walked over to you and happily took your jacket off for you hanging it up on the coat rack afterward. Namjoon kissed your forehead then grabbed your hand and started walking down the hall you silently followed, and after a few seconds, Namjoon stopped and then turned back to look at you.

“Why are you being so quiet, I thought we both missed each other.” Namjoon said slightly confused, “Sorry, you just kinda been quiet, and you know after that dinner and you proposed I just felt kinda pushed to the side…I don’t know, sorry I honestly missed you a lot.” You answered. “Should I just go, I feel like I made things awkward. I can come back in a few hours so we both can get some rest?” You asked, “Come on please just stay here a bit longer, I really wanna show you something.” He answered quickly making you blush a bit, “I’ll wanna stay with you, I promise you I do.” You said, he smiled down at you before kissing your lips deeply as you kissed him back.

You started following Namjoon again to his spare bedroom door, he slightly opened the door and slipped inside the room closing the door after him. You heard some rummaging around, and the sound of a lighter go off a few times. A few soft curses came from the room before the door was opened and namjoon was standing there sucking his thumb. He quickly took his thumb out of his mouth before smiling at you, “Sorry, please come in.” He said before moving out of the way for you. You walked inside the slightly dimmed bedroom and saw dozens of long red candles lit the room, the usual neutral-colored room was draped with dark purple silk with black lace trim. You took a few more steps into the room still looking around, you stopped as you admire the room.“Wow! You did this all by yourself?” You asked, “I just decorated this room with a few things it wasn’t the hardest thing I’ve done” he replied nonchalantly.

“I’m pretty sure our 5-6th year anniversary just passed, I was awful just sending you a text and some flowers. So I wanted to make it up to you. We’re doing some special tomorrow I promise, but I knew I was gonna be free now and I couldn’t wait to see you.” He said as you looked at him, “We’ve only been together for 3 years, you even said it in the text you sent me.” You said correcting him, “Oh damn really? I just love you so much that I forget how long we’ve been together, it was pretty boring before you came into my life.” He replied smugly smiling at you. “I wanted to meet up much earlier than this, but I couldn't, work has been really intense we’ve made a bunch of albums in the past, but I don’t know this one was much harder.” He said slightly sadden.

“It feels like we made everything that we wanted to say into a song already. We’re expected to go bigger each time we release something, but I don’t think we can anymore…. I'm sorry I’ve been the one neglecting you, and it feels like I made this all about me and work. You’re a bride-to-be after all, but do you mind if I put something on you before we start it’s something kinda special?” Namjoon asked, “Sure.” You answered. He smiled as he walked behind you, “Don’t turn around okay?” He asked, “Alright.” You said shaking your head and smiling. You felt soft leather wrap around your neck and something cold dangling on your chest, he pointed at a mirror on the wall and showed you your new collar.

“It's perfect.” You excitedly said admiringly your new collar, “I’m glad you like it I tried to get something you’ll really like.” He replied then walked up behind you. Namjoon gently wrapped his arms around you lightly hugging you, you turned around and hugged him back. Both of you closed your eyes and kissed each other deeply, your tongues quickly left your mouths and enter each others. You deepen the kiss a bit dominating his tongue with yours. Namjoon started feeling you up as he tried to take over again, you kept your focus on him and smirked. Namjoon’s left hand traveled down your underskirt, finding your panties his fingertips started rubbing your pussy through your panties.

He gently pulled your panties to the side, and his fingertips started gently stroking your labia before pushing his middle finger deep inside your pussy making you moan. Namjoon quickly took control over the kiss, you felt yourself being softly pushed back until you felt his soft curtains up against your back. Namjoon bent down a bit and placed his hand under your right knee before standing up, he pinned your leg up and then slid his ring finger inside you too. Namjoon’s fingers started gently thrusting inside you, he gently curled his fingers inside you and started looking for your g-spot. You broke the kiss as you started moaning, Namjoon watched you as you moan and softly contorted in pleasure.

Namjoon gently grabbed your jaw and made you face him again, your head instinctively tried to face away from him, but he kept you looking towards him. Namjoon’s thumb started swirling around your clit making you moan louder, “You’re such a sensitive little ray of moonlight you know that, and you get so wet you’re already leaking down my fingers.” Said Namjoon smiling at you. He deeply kissed your lips as his fingers went faster, you reached your hand down and grabbed his wrist. Namjoon’s fingers went deeper inside you roughly massaging your g-spot, you moaned out breaking the kiss again. “You’re gonna cum already moonlight?” He asked, Namjoon gave you a few moments to respond but quickly kissed you just before you came.

Both of you continued kissing as he helped you finish your orgasm, when you finally finished his hand slowly pulled away from your pussy. You leaned back on the window breathing heavily, as he took off his sweatpants and boxers. After a few moments of rest Namjoon helped you down onto your knees, you blushed a bit as you lightly grabbed his hardened cock and slipped it into your mouth. You slowly started sucking his cock picking up your speed and making him groan in pleasure, then you reached up and gently started massaging his balls making him moan. Namjoon grabbed your ponytail gently a good grip on it as you kept going, your tongue started exploring his cock occasionally swirling around it.

Namjoon gripped your ponytail tighter, he started thrusting his hips gently fucking your mouth. You stopped your movement and just let him thrust into you, he slowly started pulling his cock out from the tip then thrust it back in halfway. After a few thrusts namjoon slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth and released your hair, “Lean up against the window for me.” He said. “Against the window?” You asked blushing lightly, “Nobody will see us come on please.” He answered. You blushed a bit more as you got up, then turned around bending over and placing your hands up against the glass. Namjoon squatted down to face your bare ass, he gently grabbed both your ass cheeks and started playing with them and gently massaged them. He pushed his face in between your buttcheeks his mouth right up against your pussy, then started licking it.

You started moaning again as Namjoon continued licking your pussy, he started feeling on your hips before grabbing your leg and lifting it a bit. His tongue traveled further down your pussy stopping at your clit, you moaned out again as his tongue started focusing on it. Your hands gripped the soft curtains as you tried to keep your balance, Namjoon's free arm went in between your thighs and gripped you holding you up. Namjoon’s tongue started sliding his tongue up against your pussy again a few times, before he focused on your clit again. You suddenly moaned out and came as the leg you were standing on jerked a bit, he continued licking your clit until you finished your orgasm. Namjoon gently pulled back taking a few deep breaths, he started gently spanking you. “Such a bad girl, you’re not supposed to cum that quickly.” He said in between spanking you, after a few more slaps he stood up releasing you from his grip.

He stood up then one of Namjoon’s hands gripped your hip again, as the other one grabbed his cock and then pushed it inside you making you moan. He quickly grabbed your other hip as you started squirming, then he smirked as he softly started thrusting into you. “Come on it’s our first position, you should be able to stand up pretty easily.” He said. Namjoon grabbed your hips tighter and started thrusting inside you, his thrust slowly getting faster gently pushing you up against the window. You started grabbing at the curtains trying your best not to pull them down, he ungripped one of your hips and reached down in between your thighs, and started swirling your clit again with his fingertips again. “I think I’m gonna cum, are you gonna cum again for me my soft warm moonlight?” He asked.

Loud moans started slipping out of your mouth as he started thrusting harder, as your cilt was swirling faster and you suddenly moaned out and came all over his cock. Namjoon came deep inside you then softly pulled his cock out of your pussy, then he grabbed your hand and turned you around. Namjoon picked you up and thrust his cock deep inside you, then you wrapped your arms around his neck.“Wait! Put me down.” You said as you started blushing again, he looked at you and smiled then readjusted his grip on you and started thrusting into you again. “Why are you so uptight about this position, I don’t mind holding you like this, it’s just a really cute hug don’t you think?” He said smiling at you. Namjoon kissed your lips deeply quieting you down, your back was pressed up against the cold window again making it easier for him to thrust deeper inside you.

He pushed his tongue inside your mouth and started exploring it, his tongue swirled around yours as he pressed you slightly harder up against the window not wanting to break it. Namjoon kissed your cheek and started kissing down your neck, he started thrusting harder inside your pussy deeper making you moan with each thrust. “You still wanna change positions?” Namjoon asked you, you shyly nodded making him stop and kiss your lips gently. “You got to cum first before we do, it shouldn’t be that hard for you.” He replied, then gently pulled you off the window and started walking around while thrusting into you. He occasionally stopped and stood there thrusting into your pussy. Your moans started getting higher as you got closer to cumming again, your arms wrapped tighter around keeping yourself up.

You moaned out as he thrust faster tightening his grip on you, namjoon smirked at you as he looked at your face. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? Go ahead cum as much as you want, you’re so pretty that I can’t help but to watch you do it.” He said. Namjoon continued smiling at you as he continued thrusting, and you moaned out again and came with him continuing his movements until you finished your orgasm. Namjoon slowly get down on his knees keeping a nice grip on you, he laid you down on the floor and then pinned your legs up against your body. He started thrusting his cock inside you again, then going deeper until his whole cock was inside you. “You have such a beautiful face when you have sex.” Said Namjoon, he opened your legs a little then leaned down and kissed your lips deeply.

Namjoon moaned against your lips breaking the kiss, “I think I’m gonna cum too.” Said Namjoon. He pinned your legs harder against your body as his thrusts slowed a bit, his cock going from base to tip again inside you making your moans soften a little. After a few moments, his speed went back up, “Awww Fuck!” He moaned out as he came inside you again. Namjoon then laid on top of you making you switch your legs around and wrapped him as you both hugged each other for a bit. After a bit Namjoon slowly got off your then lay on the floor next to you, both of you laid there breathing heavily for a few moments.

“Y-you can just move in this month instead of after our wedding if you want to, I can get some friends to help and everything. I just don’t wanna live without you anymore.” Said Namjoon. You sat up a little and leaned over and kissed him, then looked down at him as he looked back up at you. “Just don't break any of my dishes during the move okay?” you asked before smiling down at him, Namjoon pulled you down on top of him and both of you cuddle on the floor together.

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Kelly, my love! Congrats on 200 followers! Here's a prompt for you and challenge, pairing is reader x Namjoon 😘 let's make it soft and fluffy. 💖

Person A finds out Person B's wallpaper is a photo of both of them.

This took a turn. SORRY. Also thank you Jess ily 💜

Pairing: Namjoon x reader and platonic yoongi x reader

Genre: Fluff. Humor/Comedy?

AU: Established relationship

Wordcount: 2292

Summary: You can't find your phone so you borrow your boyfriend's and find a picture that you didn't know existed that drags you down memory lane. 

Warnings: None really. Reader doesn't appreciate art as much as Namjoon. Yoongi's a secret soft boy. Language.

Rating: PG13

AN: This took a turn. I can't write short things anymore. I'm sorry. This is essentially a step by step walk through that I did at the Met earlier this year just without the boyfriend. and had the same reaction to the pieces reader does. I just miss New York. Enjoy! No beta readers. I kinda edit as I go so no final edits Hope you enjoy! It's finally not Jungkook!💜

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“Fuck where did I put you, you stupid expensive piece of metal and plastic?” Sighing in defeat you head to your room and knock on the door to your bathroom where your boyfriend who was just out of the shower.

“Joonie, can I call my phone with yours?“ You think of a weird place in your room and rush over to it. “I can’t find it. I know I left it…somewhere…in the house. I think…” you trail off, turning around in your spot trying to retrace your steps. You’re mid spin when the door opens and your boyfriend leans against the doorframe, arms crossed across his chest. 

“You’re going to make yourself sick.” You stop spinning and look at him. Taking a second to admire the lack of clothing, save pajama pants hanging a smidge too low on his hips.

“Damn.” Is all you can say. 

“Thank you, I think? Why do you need my phone again?” He hands you his phone anyway and you grab it, still admiring your view. 

Oh right. The phone. Your very important phone. “I need to call my phone. I can’t find it.” You quietly admit as you open the phone and are greeted with his lock screen wallpaper. A photo of you and him that you’ve never seen before. “What’s this?” Turning his phone to face him. “When did we take this? That is me right?” You bring the phone back to your face to confirm it’s you and not some random woman standing with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around them admiring your favorite art piece at the Met. 

“Alright, where do we want to start?” Your tour guide asks as Namjoon lightly tugs your arm, pulling you back to him as you’re walking forward without looking up, almost running into a group of children. You’re bubbling with excitement, looking over the map. You love the Met. You came once as a kid on vacation to New York with your family and you were in such awe of everything around you, especially the statues and the relics from the past. While the exhibits changed over the decades, you felt the nostalgia all the same. 

“I think it’d be cool to start straight away with Modern and Contemporary art. Then we can go from there.” Namjoon sounds so casual about his excitement. Like this was just something he did every day. And it basically was at times. When he had time off, if there was a museum to see, he’d go - no questions asked. It was a little irritating but you understood he had his passions just like you did. You both enjoy art, but completely different styles. Which is why you now have a small pout plastered on your face. “What’s wrong, y/n?” 

“Nothing.” You sigh, playing with the corner pieces of the map. “Every time we go to a museum we go straight for modern and contemporary.” you mutter quietly, accepting that this was how it was going to go.

“Where would you like to go, miss? Any particular piece that you want to see?” The tour guide asks and you nearly curl in on yourself. You know your boyfriend didn’t hear you, he’s too tall to hear your mutters sometimes. You didn’t take into account the people around you. You perk your head up, avoiding the look of confusion on your Namjoon’s face. Glancing between the map and the tour guide, you try to come up with something that will make everyone happy when a deeper, bored sounding voice sounds next to you. 

“She promised me there was something about musical instruments.” You look up at Yoongi, silently thanking him. You did promise him. Museum dates with Namjoon were great and all, but at times it felt like he was dating the art and you were the third wheel, forced to take photos for his instagram and follow him around looking at art you felt like you were too stupid to understand. So you begged all of the members to come with. Jin said absolutely not. Hobi was going to go shopping in SoHo with Jimin. Tae had some fancy model shoot you didn’t bother asking about. And Jungkook was going to work out all day. You had to bribe Yoongi, going on about the antique musical instruments and the promise of food and caffeine. 

Yoongi nods, stuffing one hand in his jacket pockets, leaning over your shoulder to point at the map with the other, outlining a path. “So, what if we start there, I’ll get my fix of this place out of the way, and then we can go through the early European paintings, through the modern and contemporary, back through the recent European art and sculptures, then Greek and Roman art and sculptures, all the way across to Asian art, down to Egyptian art, and then we let y/n have her fun in the arms and armor, medieval art, and the european sculptures and decorative arts. If we want, we can take a look at the American wing and the temporary exhibits after lunch.” 

You, Namjoon, and even the tour guide gawk at Yoongi and you smile, looking up at Namjoon who just slowly nods. “Yeah that sounds like a plan.” 

“Then shall we go?” The tour guide gestures toward the staircase to the music section and Yoongi follows behind, while Namjoon intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling them to his lips and giving them a kiss before leaning down to whisper to you.

“Is there a reason why hyung decided to come with us?” You shake your head and smile.

“Nope. He’s just been living and breathing work, convinced him to come and see someone else’s art for a bit instead of his own. And antique musical instruments are cool.” He kisses the top of your head before whispering ‘okay’ and you pull him with you to catch up to the others. 

You follow Yoongi’s suggested path exactly the way he offered, and it’s the perfect path, honestly. All three of you enjoy the different instruments. Namjoon goes from piece to piece, admiring each one individually and discussing them with the tour guide while you and Yoongi go back and forth from room to room pointing at different instruments, trying to guess what it does, the country it came from, and a very broad guess of the century. You tried to keep your voices down, allowing Namjoon to do his thing, but Yoongi has a warped sense of humor that just clicks with you. So every now and again, one of you will accidentally let out a laugh that is much too audible, causing Namjoon and the tour guide to look at you like you were insane.

You made your way through the planned route. Namjoon was a child in a toy store in the modern and contemporary area. You were the same with the sculptures. Finally, you entered the Asian Art exhibit. This time you and Yoongi actually looked at the art and stayed quiet. You slipped your hand into Namjoon’s as you entered, greeted by a giant mural, about 25 feet tall and double in width, of the Buddha of Medicine Bhaishajyaguru. All three of you looked up in admiration. You mindlessly pulled Namjoon with you so you could get a better look at the details. The tour guide started rattling off the information that was on the plaque card in front of you. You could’ve just read it, but that would mean looking away from it. It’s from 1319, the Yuan dynasty. The canvas is made from clay and straw. Fact after fact, you barely listened. It wasn’t until Namjoon tugged on your hand that you finally looked away and at him. “Are you okay?” he quietly whispers, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. You just nod and smile, oddly feeling emotional.

“I think I get it now.” you whisper back, perking up a bit more.

“Get what?” his head tilts to the side, but he’s holding back a smile.

“I don’t understand modern stuff. I wish I did, baby. I’m sorry. But this? This I get. This is the past. This made it through centuries and is still here today. Look at it. It’s still in relatively amazing condition.” You’re rambling now and neither of you care. He lets you, leading you further into the exhibit, a giant grin on his face, forcing your favorite dimples to be put on display. You travel through the rooms, joining him in going from piece to piece like he’s been doing the entire time, and gasping at every relic you come across. You audibly gasp when you enter a room with only a few pieces, but they were magnificently huge statues of various buddhas. There was a woman in the room sitting on one of the benches. She had a giant drawing pad on her lap and was focusing on one specific statue. As much as you wanted to look into them further, you pulled Namjoon and Yoongi out of the room, the guide following suit, so she could concentrate in peace. 

The next room you were taken to was the Korean Art room. Yoongi wandered off to a random piece. You and Namjoon start at the one closest to the door. You stick to this path for a bit until you turn your head to make sure Yoongi doesn't stray too far. But your eyes stop looking when you land on it. You drop Namjoon’s hand from yours and walk away, beelining straight to it. It’s gorgeous. Black with white splattering, yellows, and blues with a hint of red swirling around in the bottom right where it looks like cement underneath. It’s breathtaking.

You’re lost staring at it for who knows how long. You don’t even notice Namjoon wrapping his arms around your waist, prompting you to subconsciously stand on your tippy toes so he can place his head on your shoulder without having to bend down awkwardly. His feet shuffle underneath yours so you can rest them against his while maintaining the extra height. “Something caught your eye, baby?” he asks in a slightly teasing tone. You still don’t respond, eyes following the yellow and blue swirls. So he whispers the plaque card to you before the tour guide can make his way to the both of you. You smile, tears forming in your eyes as you keep staring at it. Your hands made their way to his arms and gave them a gentle squeeze. 

“Why am I about to cry?” you whisper, laughing softly.

“Mmm, because you’re feeling the art, jagi. You’re not judging the way it was made or figuring out why it is the way it is. You’re feeling the emotion that was put into it. You get it now? Not like before with the mural. But like really get it?” You nod, hand leaving his arm to try to prevent the tears while chuckling under your breath. 

“Yeah. I get it. I love this. I’d hang this up in my apartment…”

“I’ll see if I can get it for you.” Your face turns so fast, thinking he was serious. But instead, you’re met with his big silly grin and those perfect dimples. “I’m kidding. I would if I could, jagi.” You huff, slumping against him as he stands up straight, letting your feet go back down to your normal stance. You rest the back of your head against his chest and sigh. He just chuckles, kissing your head and you both continue to admire the art piece until Yoongi finally reappears, asking if you could do lunch now instead of later. 

“So who took this photo?” you’re still looking at it, while remembering what it felt like at that moment to finally understand what your boyfriend would drone on and on about. 

“Yoongi did.” He states, grabbing the phone back from you and sitting on your bed, pulling you onto his lap. “He took a bunch that day. He sent them all to me when I had to leave you the next day. See?” He finds an album marked MetDate and starts scrolling through them. There’s you looking at a gothic organ. Namjoon in his signature “looking at art” pose. You and Namjoon holding hands through the Greek statues. An adorable selfie of Yoongi smiling his gummy smile while you two are whispering to one another looking all cutesy in the background. He got the moment when you two stood in front of the Buddha of Medicine Bhaishajyaguru mural and the one that is now his wallpaper. Namjoon with his arms around your waist staring at the only contemporary piece to make you cry.  You smile, scrolling through them again.

“Who knew Yoongi was a big softie?” Namjoon tightens his arms around you, kissing your cheek. 

“It’s a secret. Don’t tell.”

“I won’t. I want all these photos though. Send them to me. Please?”

“First we need to find your phone, jagi.” You gasp, jumping off his lap.

“Right! The stupid phone! Right right right. Call it please. I’ll go stand in the living room and see if I hear it.” You bolt into the living room and wait for the ring. After a few tries and in different rooms, you finally find it in the pantry next to your cereal. How did it get there? No clue. But the second you found it and did a happy dance, you ran back to your boyfriend now laying on the bed. You jumped onto the bed, curling up into his side and demanded he send you the photos so you could change your wallpaper too. 

You also send a text to Yoongi just saying thank you and you appreciate him with no context. His response? “Ew.”

*The art mentioned:

Buddha of Medicine Bhaishajyaguru (Yaoshi fo)

(another angle so you can see the size of it)

The room of varying Buddahs

Perdu X (Sadly no longer on display)

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Mint Chocolate

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluffiest fluff + Namjoon cannot quite wrap his head around why you love mint chocolate so much

Word Count: 900+

A/N: Namjoon is top of mind post music video feature drop...the man is a wrecker if I have ever seen one ugh

The first time he thought must have heard you wrong.

“Mint cho? Did you just order mint chocolate ice cream?” Namjoon looked over at you, mouth slightly agape, eyes squinting in confusion.

“What?” you responded, licking your green ice cream. “It’s my favorite flavor.”

“Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“Afraid not, Joonie,” you giggled, walking up to the cash register. The two of you had been dating for a few weeks; you offered to treat him to ice cream to celebrate the release of his new song. You reached into your purse to grab your wallet, but a large, tanned hand stopped you, handing the cashier a card before you could pay.

“Hey,” you said, swatting his arm, offended. “This was supposed to be my treat!”

Namjoon smiled at you around a spoonful of his ice cream, pleased with himself as he took his card back from the employee. She was eyeing the two of you with amusement as you bickered.

“Next time, babe,” Namjoon promised with a wink. You flushed—it was the first time he had called you by the term of endearment. He took your hand in his, leading you out of the ice cream shop, amused at your flustered state.

“Don’t let your ice cream melt, Y/N,” he said with a wink. “Even if it is the worst flavor.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t keep the smile off of your face.

---

He still couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Y/N, please, I am begging you, don’t do it,” Namjoon whined, grumpily hugging you from behind in the grocery store aisle as you reached for the pint of mint chocolate ice cream.

“Sweetie, we have been over this—I am not going to change my ice cream preferences just because we are dating,” you successfully got a hold of the ice cream despite his arms around you, spinning around to place it in the cart behind your boyfriend. He kissed your forehead, grumbling about how he doesn’t understand how you like to eat cold toothpaste, diligently pushing the cart down the aisle as you trailed after him.

You snuck a pint of pistachio ice cream out of the freezer, hurrying to catch up with him to drop it in the cart as he stopped to look at a display.

“There? Can you be happy now?” you asked, standing on your tip toes to kiss his cheek. 

“Yes, thank you,” he mumbled, placated.

---

At this point, he was used to your love of mint chocolate, even if he didn’t understand it.

You found a stash of your ice cream hidden away in Namjoon’s freezer, snuck behind the ice cream that he actually liked. It had been a long day at work; all you wanted to do was curl up on your boyfriend’s couch and watch a movie with your mint chocolate ice cream.

He found you like that later when he walked in the door of his apartment, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket burrito, spoon clattering against your bowl.

“Bad day?” he asked, leaning down to peck your lips, tasting the sugary sweet, minty taste that he had begun to associate with you ever since your first ice cream date together.

“You have no idea,” you muttered, lifting the spoon to your lips. Namjoon sank down into the couch cushion next to you, wrapping an arm snuggly around you and pulling you into his side.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Mmm, maybe later. Just cuddle me for now, please,” you said quietly, moving closer to his body heat.

He leaned his head on the top of yours, holding you tightly.

“You know, I still can’t believe you like mint chocolate so much. You’d think spending all of this time around me would make you change your ways,” Namjoon joked, trying to make you laugh.

“Oh please, you know you have to tolerate my love of mint chocolate in order to love me,” you scoffed. You felt Namjoon freeze beside you, his body stiffening at your words. You quickly ran back in your head the words you had spoken aloud, realizing quickly what you had said. You stopped breathing, hoping he would pretend he hadn’t heard if you didn’t move.

“Love? Who said anything about love?” Namjoon asked quietly after a beat of silence.

“Wh-what? Love? I didn’t say lo-“

“Um, I think you did,” Namjoon said, turning your shoulders slightly to face him. You didn’t meet his eyes, but he tilted your chin up so you had nowhere else to look but at his face, smiling hugely with amusement, a twinkle in his heads filled with adoration. “Did you ever stop to think that I tolerated your love of mint chocolate because I love you?”

“I mean…I guess that makes sense,” you mumbled. 

“Because I do, Y/N. I love you. Very much,” Namjoon said, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek comfortingly. You leaned into his touch, letting out the breath you had been holding.

“I love you, too.”

“Good, because if you think I am eating all of that ice cream I bought for you, think again.”

“I’m sure you could always get Hoseok to eat it, he likes mint cho,” you teased. Namjoon rolled his eyes at your antics.

“I swear, you’re insufferable.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you love me despite that, isn’t it?” Namjoon broke out into a toothy grin at your words, his eyes squinting at the edges as he let out a laugh.

“Can’t argue with you there.” He brought your face to his, meeting your lips in a sweet kiss.

You tasted like mint chocolate.

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[aamalaaa]

The Hike

Idol Namjoon! x reader

genre: so much fluff, more fluff and then fluff again

word count: 816

warnings: swearing, Joonie is so adorable it gets dangerous, slight k i s s i n g

a/n: this is the continuation of another short drabble I did, River. But you can definitely read it as a stand-alone. I hope you like it!

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When Namjoon proposed hiking the Dobongsan Mountain, of course you said yes. Had anybody ever been able to say no to this golden retriever in human form? You couldn’t imagine that happening.

It’s not that you don’t like hiking per say. It’s just that you were a walking time bomb, a disaster waiting to happen. After all, you DID meet because you fell off your bike at Hangang River approximately two months ago.

After that first encounter you both met up again a week later for a bike ride that ended up with Namjoon falling off this time. That’s when you realized the man was as clumsy as you. But that just made him that much more endearing. That day was also the day you both exchanged your first kiss, a fleeting, shy and sweet kiss that was enough to leave you light headed for a few days still.

Then you saw each other again, and again and again, never getting enough of each other’s presence. Now here you are, hiking Dobongsan Mountain with the man you’re dating. The most fascinating, adorable human being on the planet. How you got so lucky you couldn’t say, but you sure as hell were not about to fxck this up. Not if you could help it.

“Babe, look!” A dreamy low, slightly out of breath voice shakes you out of your thoughts. A large hand that’s been gripping yours since you started hiking tugs your hand cutely to signal it’s owner wants your attention. You shoot your gaze up, noticing the dazzling vision before your eyes. Ah and of course you also notice the scenery a few seconds later, beautiful, truly.

“It’s beautiful Joon” You grin from ear to ear, unable to hide how incredibly happy you are. What a wonderful day, with an even more wonderful man by your side, holding your hand like it’s the most precious treasure he could ever hold.

Oop-

Yelping, you feel strong arms around you, realizing juuuust a little too late how you stumbled on a tree root and almost fell, face first on the dirt path. Could you be even more embarrassing?

Blush creeping up on your face like a traitor, you slowly lift your gaze to meet your lover’s amused eyes. He’s chuckling. You pout and hit his arm lightly.

“Is this amusing to you Kim Namjoon?”

The man has the audacity to laugh even harder, and you can’t help but chuckle too. The grip this man has on you, absurd really. He brings his forehead to rest delicately onto yours, you both close your eyes, warm breeze caressing your skin.

“I’m sorry for laughing, I couldn’t help it.” You feel his hand coming up to your right cheek, cradling it gently, like it’s the most fragile thing in the world. “but… you should’ve seen your face”

Your eyes snap open and you smack his arm again, getting out of his grip and walking away, leaving him behind. You hear him laughing like a goob. The audacity.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He shouts while catching up to you, still giggling like a school kid. He takes your hand in his once more and you grin, the man is stupidly adorable. You’re so whipped you could give Cool Whip a run for it’s money. You wouldn’t have it any other way though.

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An hour later, you find yourself sitting on a rock, between Namjoon’s toned legs. And you wonder if life could get any better than this moment, right now. You feel at peace, safe and secure, your back pressed against his torso, one hand on his knee. You could stay here forever, but then forever wouldn’t be enough, you want more. How greedy.

“Joon?” You stare at the scenery before you, the sun shines brightly. There’s birds singing, a few people here and there chatting amongst themselves.

“Yeah?” You feel his warm breath on your neck, goosebumps immediately erupting on your skin.

“I’m happy” You simply state, just shy of a whisper. You feel soft, plump lips on your neck and you sigh, automatically melting in his tender embrace.

“Me too” He declares, disconnecting his lips from your skin. You can feel him smiling.

You turn your head around, as much as you physically can, to try and catch a little glimpse of his cute dimples, them being your favourite sight this whole world can possibly offer. Everything else pales in comparison really. You meet his enchanting eyes before he drops his focus on your mouth, slowly closing the distance between both of your lips. You sigh in content when he finally does, the angle slightly awkward but you couldn’t bring yourself to care even if you wanted to. He’s here, right now, holding you, kissing you. And that’s all that matters.

He whispers the next words so softly that you barely catch them.

“Me too..”

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[sugalaritae]

summary: there's only one person you want to tell about your date with an amazing woman.

pairing: namjoon x reader (no gender mentioned)

genre: friendship fluff

rating: g (tho do not interact with my other stuff if you are under 18)

word count: 487

warnings: there are only two and they're not really warnings: everyone is gay and are good friends.

author's note: this is for @wwilloww because it is their birthday and i wanted to write them something sweet. happy birthday willow!!! 💖💖💖 i am so honoured to be your friend every single day. you are an absolutely amazing and kind human being. you make this world a better place.

also it's super unedited.

Namjoon’s phone rings. Once. He looks at your name. Twice. He turns off the television. Three times. He picks up. 

“How was it?” he asks. 

There’s a breath on the other end. 

Your breath. For a moment he pauses. His mind swims with the possibilities of bad things that could have happened on your date. 

A calm hand reaches behind his anxious and tired mind and reminds him that it could have gone well. That breath could signify wonder and happiness.

“Hello?” he asks again as your silence makes the hand move with the anxiety. 

“Oh my god, Namjoon!” 

“Yes?” 

You release another breath.

“It was amazing!!” 

This time he is the one that releases a breath, a silent one that releases the anxiety into the room and out of his body. 

“She is amazing! Beautiful, funny, oh my god she’s so funny!! And intelligent! She launched into a monologue about Kim Hyesoon’s poetry that would rival one of yours!”

There’s a small pang of jealousy that surges through him at this and yet, he’s happy for you. He’s so incredibly happy for you. The joy that you are feeling is palpable over the phone and he wants nothing more than to be sitting with you and watching you while you describe this perfect date. After all, you did the same for him when he finally asked out Yoongi. 

“Tell me more,” he says eager to hear every detail that you are willing to spare about this date. 

He will listen to every word. Every beautiful glorious word of joy and happiness. 

You deserve all the happiness in the world. 

You tell him all about the date. The coffee you drank, the dessert she paid for, the books you looked at when she took you to her favourite used bookstore, the way she yanked the book you had been looking at out of your hand before you could slide it back onto the shelf and how she insisted she buy it for you. You tell him how you walked along the river until the sun was down and how she walked you home, buying you tteokbokki when you said you couldn’t wait to eat your leftovers, and you tell him how calm and safe you feel with her. How she makes you feel seen because she watched you when you spoke about your new poem. How she held your hand when you started to talk about the anxieties that came with your thesis but never interrupted you or told you that it was all going to be okay. 

“She just listened,” you say with a sort of soft happiness in your tone. 

“Good. You deserve to be seen by other people,” he says in the same tone. 

“Thank you.”

“For what?” he laughs. 

“For being here.” 

“Of course.” 

There’s a pause and he thinks you might be crying a little. 

“Breakfast tomorrow? My treat?” he asks. 

“Yes please!” 

“I want to hear more about her.”

© sugalaritae, 2023. you do not have any permission to repost or translate my work even if you give credit. all of this is mine.

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[seoulbread]

1419 hours

synopsis: just a little idea for a slow-burn; kim namjoon x reader

please

please

please, is all I can think as I look at him smiling, his dimples slowly deepening.

please don’t break me.

“I hope I can get to know you…”

…when you’re the only one who knows how to put me back.

“goodnight, 자기.”

intellectual property of @ seoulbread 2023.

do not repost, modify, translate.

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[7brownsuga7]

c0ckwarming with boyfriend

You can’t control your moans of both frustration and pleasure as you sit on your boyfriend’s cock while he works on the computer. His cock is so hard and deep inside you that you can’t bare the torture of just sitting there on his lap, not having the pleasure of feeling him thrust in and out of you. One hand works on the mouse of his computer clicking away while the other holds your waist close to him, refraining you from grinding your hips to relieve your frustration. It’s not like he’s not frustrated too, of course he is, how can he not be when he can feel your tight walls wrapped around him, your wetness coating his cock in ways he would love to explore. But he’s got work due and you both know he’s very serious about his work. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his bottom lip between his teeth when you adjust yourself on his lap, his dick brushing against your walls. A slap to your inner thigh causes you to gasp before he warns you not to move. “Y/n I told you already” his hip thrusts up causing you to gasp out again in shock and pleasure. “How about you have a little nap until I’m ready yeah? I promise I’ll fuck you after if you’re good” his hand strokes your inner thigh where he previously slapped. He hisses when he feels your hole clench around him. It’s not like you mean to, but when you hear him speak to you like that and you feel him inside you - knowing how much he can please you, you can’t help it. It’s not like you don’t like this, fuck being able to do this with him is better than nothing, you just wish he had you bent over his desk right now that’s all. “Can you do that for me baby?” His hand strokes your inner thigh, some of your juices coating his finger, without hesitation he sucks on them with a pleased low hum. His cock twitching when your back presses up against his chest. This was going to be a long night.

Yoongi, Jungkook, Namjoon, & Taehyung + anyone else you’d like to add <3

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[katnisspeetaprim]

Always, Us (Suchwita)

Min Yoongi/FemIdol!Reader Requests open!

Warnings: Established relationship, discussion of pregnancy and marriage, idol!au

Word Count: 1506 M.list

‘Today on suchwita, we have someone people have wanted for a long while.’ Yoongi addressed the cameras as you stood at the side, excitedly waiting for your cue. Since Yoongi started his show, fans had wanted you to make an appearance, but there was never a good enough reason for you to appear until now. You don’t know if the reason fans wanted you here because they genuinely liked you, or if they just wanted to be nosey about your relationship now that it was public. Either way, you were happy to do this for Yoongi.

‘It’s Y/N of the group Prima.’ He stood from his seat and welcomed you with a bow, before pulling your chair out for you. You feigned shock as you sat down.

‘This is how you know cameras are around. He’s acting like a gentleman.’

‘YAH! Don’t say that!’ He snorted with a laugh as he sat down opposite you. ‘I’m always kind.’

‘Sure if you say so.’

‘I’m sure you noticed I got your favourite alcohol here. I’ll keep it for myself if you carry on.’ He smirked, gesturing to the various colourful bottles on the table.

‘You wanna play that game?’  You challenged, leaning forwards with a smirk to match his own. Yoongi relented, leaning back and waving his hands with a smile.

‘Ok, we’re getting off topic and we haven’t even started yet.’ You also relaxed, but you knew you had won that round.

‘As I was aying, this is your favourite. Let me pour you a glass.’ You held out your glass and thanked him as he poured.

‘People have been curious about us since we went public right?’ You asked, getting right into why you were there.

‘Yes.’ He agreed, drinking from his own glass. ‘How did it feel for you to finally be open after having to hide it for so long?’ Yoongi had given you a brief run down of the kind of questions that would be asked the night before, so that you could prepare, though you didn’t want to just write and memorise a script, especially when it came to your love life. You wanted your words to be as natural as possible.

‘It felt good to not have to sneak around. I know you were relieved too.’ Yoongi nodded in agreement.

‘It made me feel like we were a couple of horny teenagers sneaking out at night.’ He laughed.

‘Oh yeah you’re right! But looking back I don’t know why we hid it so long. People have been shipping us since we first met pretty much.’ You smiled warmly, thinking back to when you posted a picture of yourself and a young trainee Yoongi onto your groups twitter account. Yoongi wasn’t well know back then, but your fans were curious about your connection to the young trainee.

‘Do you remember how we met?’ Yoongi asked, smoothly moving the conversation along. You didn’t answer right away. You looked down as a subtle blush spread across your cheeks as you thought of the memory.

‘Why are you blushing? Don’t get shy now!’ Yoongi laughed as he called you out.

‘Shut up.’ You mumbled, all in good fun.

‘Ok. I was late for rehearsal and I ended up barging into your guys room by accident.’ You cringe at that part. ‘ You all stared at me and I was so embarrassed, but you also offended me that day!!’ Yoongi raised his eyebrows questioningly. Had he really?

‘Yes!’ You exclaimed, making him a little nervous. ‘You didn’t know who I was! Even though I debuted like 2 years before that!’ Yoongi sighed in relief and rolled his eyes.

‘I told you before! I didn’t know many current groups back then! I was too busy trying to debut myself.’

‘Yeah, sure.’ You crossed your arms with a pout.

‘Why are you pressed about that still? It was over a decade ago!’

‘That’s not the point! I’m your senior so you should respect me!’ Yoongi choked out and exasperated laugh, before he addressed the crew.

‘do you see what I deal with on a daily basis?’

‘You see! This is what I mean.’ You laughed whilst gesturing towards him. ‘No respect...’ Yoongi shook his head, laughing at the interaction.

‘You know, my mom keeps asking me when we’re going to give her grand kids.’ You froze and internally cursed him for bringing up this topic. It’s not like you don’t want babies with him, it just never felt like the right time to try. Especially now with his military service coming up...

‘I always thought we’d try after your enlistment, but we never really discussed it....’ You confessed, feeling the energy of the room die slightly. You saw Yoongi’s eyes widen ever so slightly at your answer, but he covered it up by rubbing his face.

You weren’t lying when you said it hadn’t been talked about, so your answer definitely caught him off guard.

‘We also need to find time for a wedding.’ He played it off cooly, trying to move on with a joke. You frowned to yourself. His reaction was strange. This definitely needed more investigating.

The remainder of filming flew by. You’d managed to avoid any more awkwardness after that and put on a good show. You were fairly certain that part would be cut anyway. It may have been a little too personal to bring it up in that way in hindsight....

‘So, do you want to talk about what you said?’ Both you and Yoongi were sat in his car in the parking lot. You could get a lift from the company driver, but Yoongi proffered the freedom of being able to drive himself. ‘About having kids?’ He looked over to you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. Looking down at your hands in your lap, you began to speak.

‘I meant what I said. I want kids with you, but I ... also don’t want to give up my career...’ You trailed off. He sucked in a breath at your words, but stayed silent. ‘I just said that about your enlistment because I didn’t know what else to say.’ You sniffled slightly, but you were determined to not get upset. Yoongi placed a comforting hand on your thigh and leaned across the console.

‘Hey. You won’t loose your career. You really think Bang PD would let you go after all these years?’ He spoke soothingly. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop a few tears escaping your eyes.

‘I know it’s stupid to think this way but-‘ Yoongi quickly shook his head.

‘Don’t talk like that. If you’re upset it’s not stupid, ok?’ He had now moved his hand to the back of your neck, rubbing calming circles into your skin. You slowly looked up at him to see him giving you a reassuring smile. You were unable to stop yourself from reaching up and pulling him into a hug, or as much as you could manage with the gear box between you.

‘I’m sorry I got upset.’ You mumbled into his neck. He craned his neck to place a kiss on the side of your head.

‘Nothing to be sorry for.’ You both stayed like that for a few relaxing moment as you calmed down. Pulling back, you wiped at your eyes before quickly pecking his lips.

‘We need to talk properly at some point, but right now I need you to take me home so I can stuff my face with ice cream.’ Yoongi broke out into his iconic gummy smile as he stared at you.

‘You must be feeling better if you can crack jokes. Now put your seatbelt on woman.’ Yoongi pulled out of the parking lot and started the journey home. You both sat in comfortable silence, only the sounds of the quiet radio played in the car. You thought back to the filming, when you suddenly remembered something he so casually said during the interview.

‘So...’ He glanced at you briefly, before looking back to the road. ‘What was that about a wedding?’  You smirked when he choked on his own spit and clearing his throat.

‘Ah yeah. That...’

‘You haven’t even proposed to me.’ You teased, hoping he might get a hint. Yoongi fully looked at you when he pulled up to a traffic light, smile tugging at his lips.

‘Do you want me to?’

‘I certainly wouldn’t be oppose to the idea!’ You both sent coy smiles to each other and that was that. Conversation over.’ The two of you didn’t need to get married to know you loved each other, but having said that...

And thus, a few weeks later, Korea woke to the news that you and Yoongi had secretly eloped and made your marriage official.

You had a lot of explaining to do to your parents, but you got out of it by promising that you would have a ‘proper’ ceremony at a later date. For now though, you were both content with how things were.

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[abloomingperiod]

you | kim namjoon

the streets of seoul never seemed so cool and grey. or maybe they did, but you didn't pay attention because your eyes were always glued to the tanned, radiant man that used to keep them busy.

used to. 3 weeks ago, you would've never thought of that. he wasn't that stupid, no. he wouldn't just pretend he was never there, every few days at times. he couldn't. right?

if only you could've faced it without 1 bottle of wine every three days and tears streaming down your face now and then - daily.

yes. yes, he could. and he did.

now that you realize, maybe, these streets were never radiant. maybe, it was just a sudden, fast ray of light that promised to warm whatever corner it could, even if just casually, but couldn't keep the promise.

as you enter your apartment complex and make your way to your doorway, you feel a thump in your heart that seems louder than the one your feet did to stop you in your tracks.

he is unbelievable.

there he was, standing in his glory, black sweatshirt with the cap on. he knew, by now, how much you liked this comfy look on him, which only made your blood boil even more.

"hey." was all that left his mouth, his gaze scanning you like he was remembering every inch of you his hands used to travel through.

and god, did he miss that.

"hi," you responded, keeping the same frozen posture. it's not like you wanted to move. or could. you felt as if you moved, your body would get out of the shock and simply crumble "what are you doing here?"

"can't i see you now?" that smug, shameless face of his, that used to make your stomach flutter like a high schooler, now making you wish you could tear it down with your own hands.

"are you fucking serious?" you said, your voice already raising a note. please, be cool, you beg yourself.

he seemed taken aback, and at the same time, not surprised. namjoon knew there wasn't chance for him to play dumb. there never was, at least with you.

he looked down, broad shoulders and smug expression falling, hands on his pocket, like a deer caught in the lights.

"i'm sorry"

"oh, you're sorry! thank you, that solves everything out" you retorted, "what the fuck do you need?"

"i wanna talk to you", he responds, looking up, scanning from your toes to your eyes and you swear you had to hold you breath for a second before his eyes met yours.

you scoff, "and you needed to disappear for 3 weeks to figure that out?" you kept staring at his eyes, burning holes in them. "3 weeks, namjoon."

"i know-"

"your friends wouldn't tell me where you were!" at this point, you're basically screaming, but you knew - or at least expected after 3 months seeing him - he wasn't the type to invalidate your emotions. especially in this particular fuck up of his. "why the fuck did you need to come here? just find another fuck and get lost again! you clearly have no problem with that just please, don't fucking pretend to befriend them for that."

"that's absolutely not what happened" he defends himself, his voice now raising a little. "i needed space..."

"fuck you" you hiss at him, your eyes red, fighting the urge to not let the tears you so thought had dried on their won roll down your cheeks, "i never did anything for this to be necessary. when exactly did i beg for you to stay for the weekend, huh? when did i repeated over and over for you that i loved-" your voice cracks at that word, and you catch his eyebrows fall a little, "spending time with you? or.. jesus, when did i let everything and went running to your house because you were sick? that wasn't me, was it"

he looks up, eyes wide and about to explain himself as he tries to approach you, but you take a step back. "don't you dare"

he sighs, but it doesn't seem like an angry sound. no, he seems troubled. defeated, even.

"i understand" he returns his eyes to the ground and bites his lower lip. "people were murmuring about it back at the agency... i know it sounds stupid, but i didn't want the risk of you waking up one day and a bunch of pictures being splattered all over the news"

you laugh bitterly at his explanation, not because you couldn't believe the scenario. that really could happen someday. but you were aware of that from day one, and he knew that. why the fuck did his friends couldn't say anything but "he's okay"?

you wipe your face, trying to calm yourself and keep the last drops of dignity you had within you, "you know... i didn't expect any sort of commitment from you. we both made that very clear from the start, and i kept my word. you changed that, when you decided to act like a fucking-" you don't let the word boyfriend come out. no, you were too proud to admit you were seeing him like that - even though, he caused it himself. "if you would be that much scared, why did you even start it all? do you really don't give one singular shit about anyone but yoursel-"

"i couldn't keep my hands off of you" he says, eyes still on the ground, and for the first time in this encounter, you said nothing back, not even a sound. "i couldn't stop thinking about you, even before all this. i also didn't wanna fuck up our friendship. then, when you called me for that glass of wine, and i got here and saw you in that robe...... i thought it would be a good idea, you know, friends that fuck now and then... i didn't wanna lose your friendship, but shit, y/n" he then looks up at your eyes and lips, his gaze repeating the path over and over again, "you," he seems as if he's trying to find the right words, but all he can continue with is, "you."

"so you did all this shit because you liked what you saw. what a fucking friend you are." now, no tears leave your eyes. just fire, pure hurt and anger. "do you do that a lot? sleep with your friends, make them fall for you every fucking hook up and then fuck off-"

"i can't be friends with you" he responds, and your instinct is to simply laugh nonchalantly at that, attempting to hide the hurt his confirmation brought.

"well, no shit now. i kinda figured that out by myself. are you that dense to not understand that you didn't have to come all the way-"

and then, his tone comes back to the normal, that serene and low one you're familiar with after waking up next to him a dozen times, "i'm in love with you."

if you thought your heart had dropped all the way down the street, you were wrong. now, it was no longer there. it was lost, leaving a hole in your chest.

"don't say that" you your eyes drowning again, your whole body feeling small and exposed at his words.

"i'm in love with you" he repeats, slowly walking closer to you, his arms already lifting to make their way to the crook of your elbows like he used to do to grab your attention.

"stop it" you say, noticing the space between you being closed second by second, but not moving an inch.

"i'm in love with you, y/n" he says one more time, and you feel his warm hands touching your arms, carefully caressing them like you were about to break at any point.

"you're a fucking coward for going this far" you still couldn't believe his words. "is it really that worth it? leaving me like a fucking one night stand and not your fucking friend, before anything? you already got what you wanted, multiple times. go your own way, please" your voice cried the last word, barely emitting any sound, and at that moment he understood it. you thought he was playing with you to get into your pants again, the thought making him feel offended by a second before reminiscing about his last actions.

"i'm not living until you listen to me" he says in a strong remark, a polar opposite of his hands in your arms like his life depended on it.

you keep staring at him, eyes sad and yet full of fury, the sight alone breaking his heart over and over whilst making him panic, and he takes your silence as a green light to talk.

"i'm not here to excuse myself out of what i did, and i know no matter what i say, i hurt you, my friend and..."- he seems to think for a second, staring at your arms and sadly contorting the corner of his mouth, and your heart couldn't be beating more rapidly now. "i'm sorry, and i'll always be for this, and if you don't want to be near me again, i understand, but please, please, don't think i'm saying anything but the truth for you. i can't spend any other day thinking about how and what to say to you, and believe me, i tried. but even when i tried to fucking stay away from you, you- god" he closed the distance between you bodies in a seemingly desperate motion, his eyes now red, "you were all over the place. your shampoo, your perfume, your clothes," he said as his hands traveled up your shoulders, then collarbones, coming back to your arms and repeating the path until it turned into a repeated caress. his voice cracking a bit "baby..." and at that, you start sobbing again.

your mind is a whirlwind. your stomach turns in and out of itself, and just now, as his head is hanging low from his neck, you notice a bouquet of roses hanging on your doorknob behind him.

the night was coming up. after all this time, you still can't process how time flies when you're with him.

you both stand there for what you're sure feels like more than a whole minute, and you feel his hands dropping, much like his head.

"i'm sorry" he murmurs, sniffling and reaching for the bouquet but before he can reach it, your hand grab his and you pull him for the most desperate, urgent kiss you ever had. even more than the ones before three glasses of wine, or the silly bickering you used to have with each other. like you feared he would slip away, like a dream when the morning comes.

his arms embraces your torso like you were something he never wanted to let go off his warmth, as if you were his to be. your hands go through his hair, cheeks, around his neck and anywhere else it could go, your body finally getting the specific embrace you oh so missed.

you part lips for a second, tears less prominent and definitely happier and your eyes stare at each other's mouth, already missing the softness, intensity and passion only your lips together could create.

you smile like two silly lovers, the two silly lovers you were finally showing out to be.

"please, don't leave again" you say, eyes finding his as your hands caress his puffy cheeks. "please".

"i swear," his hands now being the ones catching you cheeks "swear on my own life," he drops a kiss on your lips, "to do whatever i can to reinforce that every fucking day" his thumbs caressing you lovingly, like you were the only thing existing in the world "if you let me."

you smile at him, your breaths mixing together just like it used to, but in a much more intimate way than any hook-up you guys have ever had, "of course i do."

he kisses you in a much more slow, deep pace now. the soft taste of his that you were so immersed in entering your mouth and making your heart flutter over and over again. you both try, but can't stop smiling throughout your kiss, but that wasn't a problem. not for you.

"i love you" you confess to him, and seeing his satisfied sigh, your lips leave seconds-lasting pecks on his lips, as you keep repeating "i love you"s like a pray.

and like that, even with the night fully surrounding the city, every ounce of warmth seemed to have come back to you.

#kim namjoon #i'm legit writing this listening to dear john as if i couldn't suffer enough just by typing #kim namjoon drabble #namjoon kim #rm #rm imagine #kim namjoon imagine #bts namjoon #kim namjoon angst #can you tell he's my bias

[aseaofyoongi]

behind pixels: sequel | jjk

jeon jungkook x reader (f)

genre: sex worker au (jk)

rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)

summary: after visiting a certain little app where a guy assisted you during a very stressful night, you realize the man is closer to you than you think.

warnings: not another continuation to a college au. . yes, yes it is; a bit of fluff, a but of smut; wetdreams-ish; masturbation; clitorial stimulation; fingering; in a public location… if you know what i mean; penetrative sex; unprotected sex; oc is a bit insecure; crush culture; i think that’s it honestly

word count: 12.7 thousand words

posted: may 13, 2023

notable songs: self control - frank ocean | love is only a feeling - joey bad$$ | day dream - destin conrad | fire in the sky - anderson paak

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It’s been two weeks.

An entire fourteen days since you were blessed with JK’s instructions as assistance to a night of relief from a collection of frustrating days.

The night when his thunderous voice soothingly lead you towards the most delicious orgasm you’ve experienced. Days after that very event you found yourself dwelling in the fanasities he had communicated from the other side of the screen — dusting off the records stored deep in your brain. All you wanted, all you craved was his voice, his attention, and the one thing you had not been able to experience yet, his touch.

After locking your dorm room door, you removed you shirt and shorts before plopping down on your cotton bed sheets. Your eyes were shut tightly blocking out the brightness from the lamp on the nightstand, with the constant linger of JK in your head your hand began traveling lower until it finally pushed past the hem of your panties. The feeling of your fingertips against your clit sent bolts of electricity en route down your back. You began, working towards that same finish line you’d once crossed when talking to JK on Eargasm. But it wasn’t the same, it’s like you were on that same road you once were but your destination moved farther and farther into the horizon.

Still, with beads of sweat streaming down your temples and with your right hand going numb you continued to rub circles against the sensitive bud in-between your folds.

“Come on, come on,” you huffed as your already muggy dorm became hotter and hotter.

But it wasn’t working — It was useless. Your fingers were useless.

“Doll,” you heard his voice from across the room.

“JK?” your eyes flew open envisioning the man you’ve only spoken to from behind your computer screen. You weren’t sure why but it was so hard to draw the connection between the two of them. There was JK, the man who helped you just a few nights ago with his alluring utters. Then, there was him, still JK only he was the boy who sat behind the front desk in the student center with his nose constantly stuck behind a book. They were the same person but they couldn’t be any more different.

Standing at completely different ends of the road. One became the personification of all of your carnal desires, while the other hid behind a clear shell unbeknownst to the effects his beauty had on you, on all of those around him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, dazed by the fact that he was here. . in your dorm and you were semi naked in his presence yet again, “how did you find out where I live? How did you get in?”

“Don’t worry doll,” he still wore the black mask he wore when he was on camera with you but you could tell by the way his eyes crinkled up that he was smiling behind the dark cloth, “I’m here to help. And by the looks of it seems like you just might need my assistance once again.”

He nodded in the direction of your hand buried under the fabric of your panties.

“I don’t have a masturbation addiction, OK?” you sat up on the bed resting your back on the headboard.

“I never said that,” he chuckled, “if you haven’t noticed I’m a sex worker and if anything, I’m addicted to making people cum.”

“Right.” You cleared your throat, his bluntless shooting straight down to your core.

“By my records I made you cum very. . very quickly,” yes, you were still succumbing to the endorphins of your thoughts circling around him — too focused on the way the bed dipped right beside you, “do you remember that?”

“Huh?”

“Come on, doll,” his hand landed right beside your thigh and he began gently stroking the fabric of your sheets, “don’t tell me you forgot already.”

“I didn’t,” there was a tingle slithering on the surface of your skin, “I was just thinking—“

“You’re thinking of him again aren’t you?” he shook his head, “just remember I’m just a couple messages away and he isn’t even around.”

“Him?” if only he knew. He was him.

“Him. That boy you told me about,” the pads of his fingers brushed against your thigh leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, “the one you said you were thinking about when you were touching yourself.”

“I wasn’t thinking of him.”

“Don’t spare my feelings doll. Tell me the truth. I can take it,” in a way he was right you were thinking of him, the boy from the student center but that also meant you were thinking of JK — how would you even go about explaining this situation to the very man who was clueless to the fact that he was the only person occupying your thoughts?

“When you wanna forget about him for a bit you know where I’ll be doll,” he leaned in and whispered in your ear softly, “I’ll show you a good time.”

His cool breath met the shell of your ear almost in a slowed motion, it left you a shuddering mess. Overcome by the feeling of the electrical currents coursing through your veins. You were addicted to that very feeling but specially because you knew he was the only person who could make you feel what you felt.

“JK, I promise, I’m not—“ you opened your eyes only to be met by a vacant space beside you on the bed.

Fuck. Not again, not again, not again. Everytime you found yourself aiming lower in an attempt for self release he visited you. Storming your thoughts like a tropical storm and wreaking havoc in his path. Reminding you that your fingers no longer had a sense of direction in mapping out your fantasies.

Your fingers now entirely futile. All while your sexual frustrations rose and your cunt continued its rhythmic drumming mimicking a quickening heartbeat. It was increasingly painful and it reminded you of the ease you’d once experienced under JK’s ministrations.

“I’m going crazy. .” you whispered out into the void, “I’m going fucking crazy.”

Temptation drew you closer and closer to the laptop laid out on top of your desk. Although you tried to restrain yourself against it, leaning back on the feeling was much easier. And before you knew it you were sitting on the computer chair with the browser opened up staring right back at you.

In your mind, you typed out Eargasm over and over again — yet there was a hint of hesitation restraining your hands to the arm’s rest.

“He’s just a couple words and clicks away,” you typed out the letters but your hand remained hovering over the keys incapable of actually conducting the search. Surrounded by silence and the anxious streaks of hesitancy — there were an abundant number of questions clouding your mind. But the main one remained whether he would even want you there.

“Just do it, you little bitch,” realistically speaking the chance of JK being online was high, but wasn’t exactly the issue. You knew he extended an invitation for you to visit him at your leisure but in the back of your head you couldn’t help but wonder if you were pushing it demanding his attention this quickly?

The clacking of the keys echoed among the walls of your room. Immediately, your eyes were exposed to the bright turquoise full screen with the seven letters highlighted in a bright pink tone. The more you ogled the welcome screen the more you were consumed . . fervid with the excitement cooking up in your stomach as you came to terms with the fact that JK was so close. In a haste you clicked on the message icon wanting to pull up the very familiar username but to your demise there was a ruby colored ring surrounding his icon. He was with someone else. . Someone who wasn’t you.

This is his job. You repeated.

He does this every night. You repeated.

There was an aching sting springing in the center of your chest and while prior to that night your heart remained at a sinus rhythm, in this moment that changed and you could feel as the organ slowed pumping almost coming to a full stop.

It really shouldn’t sting but you couldn’t help that it did.

“Please tell me you’re planning to go back home at some point this summer,” your best friend approached the table you occupied on the second floor of the dinning hall.

“Not a chance,” you swayed your pointer finger left and right.

Though, campus was significantly bare during the following scorching months there was nothing to really go back home to. While, you didn’t necessarily have a bad relationship with your parents — they were just never there. The purpose for their living and breathing was reduced down to avoiding you so they became addicted to their jobs. A pair of workaholics looking to forget about their personal lives, which only resulted in becoming estranged to their only daughter in the process.

And at the end of the day you’d rather spend nearly all three-hundred and sixty five days of the year on school grounds as opposed to being cooped up in a ‘house’ with nothing but empty rooms and frigid hallways.

“I can’t believe you actually chose to stay here. If I were you I’d be springing right past those brick columns and archway,” she sighed resting her head on her palm.

“How about we actually get you to pass that pesky math elective so that we can get back to your family for the entirety of the summer.”

“What about you?” she asked.

“What about me?”

“What will it take to finally get you to go back home at least once next summer?”

“I don’t think anything is compelling enough for me to go back there and ruin my summer,” you shrugged while taking another bite of your sandwich.

“Come on,” she whined, “Nothing?”

You shook your head — there was nothing back home for you but stark loneliness. That was crystal clear to you.

“There’s not a special somebody waiting for you?” Once again, you shook your head.

Nada.

“So you’re telling me there's not a mystery man who’s the root of all your pent up sexual frustration?” She raised an eyebrow at you, clearly not believing a single word out of your mouth. You hushed her immediately, scanning your surroundings to make sure the people in the surrounding tables weren’t hearing in on your conversation. They weren’t.

“Can you shut the fuck up?”

“You act as if it’s a crime,” she rolled her eyes, “everyone masterbates and it’s actually healthy you know.”

“I would really appreciate it if we could hold this conversation until we are behind closed doors,” you uttered through gritted teeth, feeling like you had the label ‘recent masturbater’ plastered on your forehead.

“Fine,” she took yet another bite of your apple, “will you at least tell me if Eargasm helped you illustrate all of your wildest fantasies.”

“You make it sound like it’s some sort of elaborate form of art,” you guffawed.

Her bulging eyes stared at you as if you’d insulted one of her family members or a pet, “It is an art form. It definitely is. Just think how hard it must be to help someone get off by quickly reading their body language through a screen.”

“When you put it like that the guy I saw must be a magician,” God, you tried stripping all hints of excitement from your voice at the casual acknowledgment of his presence.

If anything JK himself was an art piece himself, illustrated onto the canvas with pristine brush strokes detailing all the perfect curvatures of his face and physique. He draped himself in dark hues and even within the square frame just hung on the wall he was a light source. One that demanded your attention, holding eye contact at all times and refused to let you dedicate even a bit of your attention to anything or anything who wasn’t him.

“What do you mean by that?” she squinted while crossing her arms at her chest.

“Well, for starters,” you shrugged, “I kind of never turned on my camera. . Not for the beginning of the session at least.”

“Not for the entire session?”

“Exactly.”

“Bitch, that was a question not a statement.”

You sighed; blanketed with bashfulness, “so after I requested a video session and he finally called I physically couldn’t hit the camera button.”

“And what did he say?”

“Nothing condescending,” you took a sip of your water, “he was actually really nice about it. That was pretty much the session.”

“But you insinuated you turned it on at some point?”

You stared out the glass windows adoring the wall beside the table — Now, you began to weigh your options. You could either deflate, avoid or confess. And at this point you were one hundred percent sure she has seen far too much. Much more than you ever intended to show anyone on this entire campus.

“I said that?” Avoid? Ok.

“You did. .” She pushed her chair closer to yours, perhaps her attempt at creating a concealed atmosphere.

“I have nothing to tell.”

You kissed her teeth simulating hints of annoyance at your discretion, “Bitch. . stop acting clueless. You’re a shit liar.” She eyed the way you anxiously played around with your hooped earrings.

“I’m not hiding anything” you let go of the silver jewelry and sat up on your chair, “And I’m not a shit liar.”

“Fine. Spare the juicy secrets.” She shrugged, “but at least tell me who you saw.”

After giving the tables around you a thorough scan to make sure he wasn’t near you finally whispered the only name you knew him by into her ear, “I almost chose Tae but then remembered you see him so I saw JK instead.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t cause Tae is mine,” she grinned like a fool. A love struck fool.

“Yours, as in yours and probably a hundred other girls. You know that, right?”

“That’s the crude reality isn’t it?” she sat the half eaten apple on the table huffing continuously like a mopey child, “how was JK though?”

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and while there were a million praises you wanted to express, all of the words sat idle in the back of your throat, “he was good.”

“Just. . good?”

“Well, better than good actually,” you began, urging your mind to unscramble the words needed to amplify his saccharine aid, “He was gentle and patient. But even more than that he was also sweet and caring.”

“I’ve read this man’s description before so he has tattoos and an eyebrow piercing right?” you nodded in confirmation, “plus he’s a literal angel?”

“Pretty much.”

“Dear God, how are you even breathing right now?” she placed her arms at your shoulders and rocked you back and forth emphasizing your existence here on planet earth as you finally comprehended that you weren’t just living some sort of venereal dream.

“I-I honestly don’t even know,” the flashed lingers of that night resided in your mind in small clips — the more you tried to recall the amatory details the more your mind became cloudy, dazed in its own lustful elixir. A potion so potent you were still high days after just off that hour doze, “it was definitely a night.”

“You should visit him again,” she began poking your side, “I know you wanna see him again.”

“I don’t know,” you giggled, pushing yourself away from her finger, “I honestly think it was a one time thing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

General Ed classes were frankly the worst part of university. You couldn’t quite understand the need to take all of the same classes you took and passed in highschool just so that they could reaffirm that you could in fact do math or knew your basic knowledge of biology or chemistry.

It was bullshit — An evident cash grab scheme. All at the expense of dedicating one’s freshmen year attending classes we truly didn’t even really need applied to our major.

You could sincerely rant about this all day long but it was currently nine in the morning, you were running low, (very low actually), on coffee and you were already ten minutes late to your intro to biology class. Your pace was matched with long strides as you were practically running through the courtyard.

Finally pushing through the glass door you felt the way the blanket of sweat covered your forehead. Leaving your skin as bright as polished glass and your breath shortening as a result of the rapid trip between your dorm and the library.

“Fuck,” you were out of breath choosing to take a seat on the bench near the entrance for a seconds before reluctantly hoping back on your feet and trotting up the stairs to the computer room.

Looking through the door’s window you saw the professor lecturing away. You practiced about a dozen ways to go in before you finally convinced yourself to just barge in — which eventually you did but a wave of regret washed over you when the door behind you closed with a loud bang and suddenly all glares were on you.

“Sorry,” you muttered.

“No worries, it happened to almost everyone here. Seems like the door is louder than we perceived,” the professor replied.

Scanning around the mid-size room you saw foreign faces staring back at you until your bestfriends smiled beamed brightly from the table at the end of the room. She was sitting alone with two vacant chairs on either side “Yeah, seems like it.”

“Well, welcome to Intro to Conducting Research. I’m Mr. Kim.” he introduced himself with a tender smile, “I hope you found your way ok. I know this one’s kind of a hidden gem unlike the rest of the lecture halls.”

“It did take me just a bit of time,” you chuckled, suppressing your nerves as they quickly urged you to scramble away from the front of the class and just sink into a chair to prevent yourself from verbalizing anymore idiotic babbles and incoherencies, “is the seating assigned?”

“No, no go ahead and find a seat wherever you’d like. We were just getting started.”

Quickly, you found yourself plopping on the chair beside your bestfriend, puffing out the constrained breath that had taken your chest cavity hostage as a result of your embarrassing entrance. Mr. Kim continued his first day lecture which mainly consisted of a syllabus reading, his life’s story and the scrambled rules to an icebreaker on the white board.

“What do the icebreaker questions say?” your friend asked, squinting to get a better look at the board, “I left my glasses at my dorm.”

“Does it matter?” you slouched down aiming for complete comfort slinging your feet on the metal bar, “we literally know everything about each other already.”

“Bullshit, I have no idea what your name is. .” Her delivery was accompanied with low and raspy vibratos. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought she was mimicking Mr. Kim’s voice. She pulled her phone from one of the pockets of her book bags and began scrolling aimlessly.

Your chuckle was airy and quickly vanished when you heard the rusty hinges of the door wailing out. The loud noise from the door meeting the threshold startled you although your eyes were already glued to the front of the room.

“That door is going to drive me fucking crazy,” the exasperation in her words was evident and you were about to agree but suddenly, you had moved from your place right beside her — feeling like she was now miles away. While you were now in this narrow space similar to an alley or tunnel. In the distance you saw her still glued to her phone screen while sitting on the opposite end; succumbed to pitch blackness. Even as you stood and attempted to sprint in her direction you were condemned to the enclosed walls.

You couldn’t tell whether you were trapped within a dream or a nightmare but he was here.

JK was here.

That was the torment drumming itself amongst the walls of your skull as the beat etched the stills of that night deep into your brain. The night you swore you would forget yet here he was to remind you of every second of it. Yet, your gaze was focused on him and you just couldn’t peel your eyes away.

You’d concluded it was entirely his fault. He possessed the kind of beauty you’d only ever heard derived from the ancient Gods of Greece — and as if he was a descendant of Aphrodite he held distinct associations to his name. You would argue JK was synonymous to beauty (obviously), love, passion and most certainly lust.

You must have been deep in orbit because you couldn’t recall the first or the second or the hundredth time your friend called out for you, so much so that she began shaking you to get you to snap out of it.

“Cute boy is coming this way,” she nodded in his direction, and you quickly realized he was closer than you had perceived, “Look alive bitch. He definitely looks like your type.”

“I don’t have a type,” you whispered through gritted teeth — he was close now. Just a few feet away.

“Yes, you do,” she mumbled back, “he’s practically a carbon copy of your Eargasm boyfriend.”

“He’s not,“ you argued quietly.

With her giggles circling through the air and your bulging eyes of horror JK finally made it to the proximity of your table and his soft utters sent an algid shiver to take route on your skin freezing you right into place.

His name was Jungkook, you’d learned.

He was JK but he was also Jungkook.

Between unremitting stutters you introduced yourself briefly and he took the liberty of occupying the only vacant chair left in the classroom which also happened to be right next to your best friend.

Small talk was your kryptonite and while your friend excelled in keeping conversations alive, you sat opposite the two of them lulled into space. Making your best attempt to seem as least interested as possible. But the truth was whenever you heard his voice you thought a command would follow right behind it — just like the ones he communicated that night.

Your thoughts were scrambled into a mess and there was a dull ache in between your legs further accentuating the frustration you’ve felt for far too long.

“What about you?” he asked, his eyes were duly set on you.

“Huh?” his brown eyes were so much more invasive in person and you felt like he devoured you with them.

“Is this your second year too?” he repeated.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, “it is.”

“Don’t mind her,” your friend said, “she’s a little out of it.”

“It’s ok,” he smiled; and quickly you noticed the silver hoop sparkling on the corner of his lip. Was that always there? You hadn’t noticed before. “Being here for the summer has us all going a little crazy.”

“Is this your first summer here?”

He nodded, “I usually head back home for summer but I figured I would get my gen ed’s out the way.”

“We all had the same idea I suppose,” you contributed.

“It’s better than being here for a whole extra semester,” she played mindlessly with the zippers on her backpack.

“What about you guys?” he asked, “is this your first summer here.”

Your friend quickly began recounting her endless summer adventures from years prior. . far far away from campus. Jungkook nodded and they both reflected on the forsaken summer ahead. Deflated at the exceeding number of voyages they’ll be missing while condemned to remain on campus.

You couldn’t help but wonder about the things you had kept from yourself. . A lot perhaps.

With the company of the scorching heat of the summer months daylight savings time lurked right behind it—providing the longevity of the sun, as the Earth seems to lean a bit closer to the star and decrease its speed in rotation.

And here you were melting away by the very sun. Unbeknownst to the so-called wonders of the summertime. Barred from any of the memories everyone seemed to be defined by: the best months of the year, the best moments of your life they’d say.

While enthralled in your own thoughts you heard your friend’s voice though it was a bit muffled, still you were able to make out what she said, “Ellie is over there. I’m gonna go say hi. You two talk okay?”

Jungkook chuckled softly. Why would she say that? Ugh, she made it weird. She definitely made it weird.

“Is she always like this?” he asked, leaning a bit closer in your direction and although he still remained in his chair at a considerable distance, you could feel the waves of his body heat crashing against you.

“Always,” there was a hint of nervousness stained on your tongue but you swallowed it down. Or at least tried to, “life’s never boring when she’s around.”

“You guys been friends long?” he asked, gis voice still vibrated in your inner ear, sounding like the beat of drums. It truly did frazzle your nerves.

“Yeah, we’ve been friends for a bit.”

He nodded. Simply soaking in what you’ve said—there was nothing else to say but you urged to hear the strumming of his sweet words just once more.

“What about you,” you clasped your balmy hands on top of the table, “you got any friends around here?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nodded, “I have a couple. We all live near each other back home too so I’m never allowed a moment of peace.”

“Seems like we’re kind of living under the same pretenses.”

“Seems like it. Maybe, we could escape away together one day.”

Together? Did he just say together? As in the both of you, on the same route. . Intentionally, while in each other’s company?

The silence between the two of you was deafening, you became nearly incompetent; unable to communicate anything corrigible. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your throat became dry. So fucking dry.

“Or-“ he began, seemingly taken back by your lack of verbal communication.

“Yes,” you finally said, “I’d like that very much.”

“You promise?”

“One day.”

The first week of research class was slow. . repetitive and you couldn’t help the way your thoughts wandered off to your conversation with Jungkook the first day of class. How you promised each other one day—Just one day but that was as far as it has gone so far.

Even though, in that moment, you couldn’t feel farther away from him.

You’d barely uttered a word to each other but the patented ‘hello’ and ‘bye’ but that was the extent of it. There had been nothing else. Plus he no longer sat near, he was three tables away with his friend, Namjoon who had switched in on day two of class.

You couldn’t ignore the ping in your heart when you walked in that day and you saw him that far away—You could no longer spark up nuisance conversations, or sneak glances when you pretended to write your notes or have the sweetness of his vanilla scent inundating your nostrils.

It has all gone to shit. With fervent frustration you trotted up the stairs to your dorm on the second floor. Looking forward to laying in the comfort of your bed until you have to physically peel yourself away from your sheets.

The first strike was pitched the moment you pulled out your key card from the back pocket of your jeans and it immediately hit the floor. Conducting a string of breathing exercises to ease your rising vexation you picked up the card once more and took a deep breath before sliding it into the reader. The world was pitted against you that day though, because as soon as you retrieved the card and reached for the knob the electronic lock dinged and flashed its red light.

You tried again and again and again—all your attempts leading to the same result. Until finally your irritation ran rampant through your veins and you continuously banged on your door with your balled fists as if that would have made a difference. There was no one on the other side who could possibly rescue you, your only solution lived in the student center. . Visiting the very booth occupied by a certain boy who lived in your heart and mind.

“Oh c’mon, not today,” you mumbled leaning against the cold wooden door, “fucking Monday’s are always shit.”

The way to the student center was not long at all but your calves were torched with the amount of walking you’d already done for the day. Luckily, as you pulled the door open the hallways were vacant which meant there were no lines and most importantly no waiting.

“Finally, this damned day might just be turning around,” you mumbled to yourself.

You walked down the corridor, entered the second to last room and there he was sitting behind the rectangle frame carved into the wall. Jungkook’s chin rested on his palm. His long strands were left in a disarray but it made it work. He truly did. The rest of his body was hidden behind the tall desk but even from your position near the door you could see the collar of his black t-shirt. Even as the bell on top of the door chimed his attention was consumed by the brightly lit screen laid out in front of him.

“Hi,” he greeted, not looking up in the direction of the door once, “welcome to card and ID services. How may I help you?”

“Is this how you greet all the students who pop in here?” you teased with what you recalled to be your most idiotic smile plastered on your face.

He chortled finally realizing who it was, “if I would’ve known it was you I would have given you my undivided attention from the moment you walked in.”

Realizing you stood without your friend as a shield for conversations, you swallowed your nervousness. “You say a lot but I bet you don’t mean half of what comes out of your mouth.”

“I live by codes of honesty, doll.”

There was a stumble in your step as soon as you heard the pet name he uttered through your laptop screen all those nights ago. The same one that had you lured under his spell, in a disarray of emotions, whimpering babbles of nothing at all and everything all at once.

“Whatever you say, Jungkook,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m actually here for a reason, not just for your charms and to see a pretty face.”

“Charms and a pretty face huh?” he smirked.

“Anyway,” you diverted the conversation away from your inane choice of words, “I’m actually here because I can’t open my dorm door with this thing anymore.”

“Is it working though?”

“No,” you slid the card over to him on the surface of the desk. You were hoping to get a peak of his tattoos as he reached out for it but he wore a hoodie. “it isn’t working like. . at all.”

“Actually, I was talking about my charismatic personality and dashing good looks.” His annoying and compelling magnetism had you in conflict between wanting to smack him upside the head or suck his dick behind the counter. “According to you of course.”

“Let’s table the cockiness for now and focus on the actual problem taking root,” you tapped your fingers in the plastic rectangular key.

Jungkook smiled and took the plastic key before sitting back on his office chair and typing away purposely into his keyboard. Even under the shitty lighting of this holed up office space his attractiveness was evident.

“How did you even manage to fuck up your card this bad?” he asked, not really demanding an answer but you shrugged anyway, “the computer won’t even read it.”

“I really have no idea.”

“This is gonna cost you, you know” his eyes still remained on the screen.

“I thought this shit was free?” you argued, “don’t we pay enough tuition to cover a little damaged keycard. I should’ve just broken my way in.”

Jungkook simply shook his head whilst dragging his chair back towards the printer to fetch your card.

“Consider that we’re very well acquainted classmates. Can you please deduct fifty-percent from what you were going to charge?”

“Well acquainted classmates?” His expression was hard to read but if you had to guess he seemed a bit hurt. . perhaps offended. But you could also just be misreading the situation. “And here I thought we were really good friends.”

“Aren’t they synonymous?”

“Not to me,” he held the new card towards you only to pull it back when you reached for it.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes at him. “We’re friends. Great friend actually.”

“Hm, I don’t know. Sounds a bit disingenuous,” he sat back on his chair still holding your key hostage.

You scoffed. “And how would you possibly know that?”

“I can read people.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

He smirked, “I can always just show you how well I can read people.”

The intent behind his words was blurred behind thick lines and while you genuinely thought he wanted to plead his case, you couldn’t help but feel like there were hints of temptation behind his promise.

It actually took you a bit off guard—though, not really. Jungkook, like JK, (his alter ego?) was a concoction of sensuality and comfort. He is the personification of sweetness and while that was a fact he also had a player persona and he was driven by flirtatious mannerism.

The perfect combination of two.

“Is this how you spend most of your day? Harassing all of the girls who come by to get their keycards fixed.”

“Harrasing is such an ugly word,” he smiled. That stupid that was so compelling it actually drew you closer and closer to him. “Besides you’re the only one I like to fuck around with.”

“Lucky me.”

“Lucky you,” he repeated in a hushed tone, placing your card on the wooden surface while his hand remained on top of it, swallowing it whole under his palm. “If you really wanna test your luck I want to offer a proposition.”

“What would that proposal entail?” You removed his palm and finally grabbed the card, shoving it in your back pocket. You tried to hide it but the feeling of your fingers meeting his ignited sparks to crackle in the pit of your stomach and instantly you were blinded by bright lights, perhaps fireworks.

“One day, remember?” Jungkook’s eyes are mesmeric, stroked with intricate detail, dabbed with a tone of cafè noir, glossed over as a final coat offering a shiny layer.

“One day, yes,” you confirmed taking yourself back to your conversation on day one, “you offered to take me around and show the beauty of summer. Everything I’ve been missing apparently.”

Jungkook shook his head light-heartedly. “Right. I was just wondering if we could upgrade the singular term to plural.”

“What do you mean?”

“One day,” he repeated. “Can we change that to a couple of days instead?”

Days. . This implies that you’ll be spending days with Jungkook? This felt like a cultivation of your own personal heaven. Initially, when he proposed the idea to you back in class a seed had been planted in your head, slowly blooming a flower which swayed briskly the more you thought about Jungkook and being able to ever spend time alone with him.

“You know I didn’t actually think you meant any of it,” you lied, you believed him or at least you wanted to.

“Did I not just say I’m a man of honesty?”

“Apparently that’s your morale code, right?” you raised your eyebrow at his claims of integrity.

“Of course, it is.” He confirmed, “don’t sound so surprised please.”

“Not surprised. Just absorbing all of this newfound information.”

“Absorbing sounds a lot like mocking.”

“Mocking is such an ugly word,” you teased.

“Ha—ha, very funny,” he uttered jokingly accompanied by a rumbling fake laugh, “you know what’s not funny?”

“What?” you tilted your head slightly with a smug smile painted on your lips.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I do?” you hummed.

“You really strive to puncture my ego don’t you?” his gaze was set on you intently, his dark orbs read you slowly from head to toe. It made your palms balmy and you could feel a tremble taking route at your lower extremities.

Walking towards the door your shaky hand reached for the handle and opening it before turning back one last time. “The answer is yes.” You walked out although you heard a string of questions following right behind you, all of them left unanswered.

Yesterday was Friday, which meant today was Saturday. You knew that. You were competent enough to map out the days of the week accordingly. . Still, you weren’t quite sure why you heard an alarm blare through the walls of your dorm at six in the morning, startling you right out of the comfort of your slumber. Now, just thirty minutes past seven after rushing your morning routine thinking you’d ‘late for class’ you sat in bed showered with no real plans for the day ahead.

Your bowl of instant oatmeal was now empty and sitting on the nightstand beside your bed.

Navigating through the multitude of apps on your laptop was not as entertaining as you once perceived and although it did ease your boredom for a bit. Now you sat with the base panel sticking to your thighs staring at the home screen with nothing else to probe into.

“Come on,” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper, once again he seems to have invaded your thoughts, “I know you wanna visit me.”

“I’m not sure what you mean. I don’t need to visit the student center today.”

“You know what I’m talking about, doll,” the words bounced in your head, “I know you remember.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, your attempt at trying to vanish him from your mind entirely. But even if you hated to admit it you couldn’t help but crave that feeling of him being here even if it was through the building blocks of your own imagination—It just felt so real. The heat of his presence felt so real and truly you just wanted to be consumed by it.

“Last time, I visited you. . You were a little busy.”

“That was last time,” he laid back sinking into the softness of your mattress and pillows, “I promise I’m all yours today.”

His commands were like the songs of sirens inching you closer to the very spot where he wanted you to be. Very easily you typed in the name of the website you’d grown very familiar with on the browser and quickly clicked on the last messages between the two of you — he was online and without indication of being in another session. That’s a good sign.

Yeah.

You can call.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard without indication on how to approach a conversation because for one you wanted to speak to him but it was also eight in the morning and Eargasm was a simple gateway to an orgasm. Not to mention, you’d be talking to JK not Jungkook and while the two were the same person they were also different.

BunnyBoy98 is typing…

Fancy seeing you

back here ;)

You quite literally could not move.

Have you missed

me?

Please. Don’t flatter

yourself.

It’s not flattery.

Last I recall, I

did make you cum.

My fingers did that.

Not you.

Who was the guiding

voice though?

Right.

Right.

Don’t you ever

forget it, doll.

Is there a reason

you messaged me?

I like that about

you, you know.

What?

Your bluntness.

It reminds me of

someone I know.

It’s hot.

There’s someone else? Someone who occupies his thoughts regularly it seems. Your heart felt heavier as the sharp blade pierced right through it leaving behind a vast hole and an incurable wound. You weren’t really sure why but it hurt so bad.

But you knew it should not. His job required sparking up conversations with dozens of girls on a daily basis and helping at least a dozen more find their culmination.

You cannot feel anything.

Thinking of other girls

in my presence? Shame

on you BunnyBoy.

Sorry, doll.

I promise right

now is all about you.

But we seem to have

started on the wrong

foot. How can we fix

that, BunnyBoy?

Use me as you

please.

As you read his request there was a shift in the atmosphere. Sort of like what you felt back in back that first day, where you were briefly dreaming inside of a dream or like what you imagined it would feel like if the Earth ever slammed down on its brakes coming to an abrupt halt. Actually, you were sitting in a massive slingshot just waiting to be catapulted into space — it was all too grand to minimize into coherent thoughts, too great to be reality.

But it was and you were pulled right out of your own illusion when the phone call icon began vibrating repeatedly signaling there was an incoming call.

While your head was still swimming among the cottony clouds your fingers somehow managed to hit the green button on the call from JK popping up on your screen.

“I was beginning to become hopeless,” his voice was so distinctive the minute he began talking your skin became covered in goosebumps.

“Why were you becoming hopeless?” To this day, you wondered how you were able to point him out even in a crowd just by his voice and he’s yet to identify yours. Perhaps, that is exactly the reason why you were so comfortable speaking to him here — and adopting the confident persona you lack in real life.

“When I call there’s usually an answer just by the first ring.”

“Things are different today, BunnyBoy,” you laid down and placed the laptop on the pillow right beside your head. “I make the requests today, remember?”

You were nervous and you weren’t quite sure just how much of this you could actually pull off but you were willing to try just to show him a good time.

“It’s your turn to tell me what you desire most,” you tried to maintain a whisper to your tone. Not only was that your go-to interpretation of seductiveness but it was also really fucking early in the morning and the last thing you needed was to be the dirty talk alarm for your dorm neighbors.

“I like to be the gateway to heaven.”

“Elaborate.”

“You know exactly what I mean,” he snickered. Of course, he was referring to the art of making someone orgasm and he was right you were all too familiar with it. . Especially coming from him.

“What is it that you like so much about it?”

“It’s just an addicting feeling. I don’t really know how to put it into words,” you could tell he was talking through a wide grin, “it’s such a vulnerable moment for most people but I can’t help but drink the other person in entirely until I’m drunk off the antics and mannerism of their orgasm.”

“You get off by getting other people off?”

“I guess that’s an easier way to explain it.”

“So do I need to get off to help you get off right now?”

He huffed out a small breath, “Is that what you want, doll. To help me?”

You hummed, crumbling and failing to come up with any words at the mention of the nickname he’d attached to you.

“I can dig into my memories, you know. There’s so much about you I remember,” Again, you couldn’t see him but you could sense the smirk right through the microphone, “I know you kept your screen off but the sounds you made were enough to have me touching myself every second of everyday for days on end.”

The sensation of your walls clenching around nothing was taunting and the stream flowing right through the fabric of your panties just piled up on the mountain of frustration. You were miles away from the peak as you trotted up slowly but your thoughts remained on him.

“It’s like an audio file on loop. Your whimpers, and moans and the soft utters of my name. Fuck. The mixture became an ideal composition to the perfect ballad,” he confessed through a string of soft pants, “and then the way you pushed your fingers past your lips just to savor the taste of yourself. You really drove me to insanity.”

Your body felt as light as a feather and you could’ve sworn you were levitating right above your mattress you just couldn’t open your eyes to prove it. Instead, your tanktop was pushed below your breasts and your finger began its trail on your clit rubbing slow circles.

“JK, ima need you to shut the fuck up right now,” you were breathless with a hint of desperation. Ready to lose yourself in his voice, but you couldn’t, “shut up—“ you repeated, “this is not how it’s supposed to go today.”

“You say that,” he cooed, “but how come I can tell you’ve already begun to touch yourself?”

You pulled your hand from yourself, repelling away from the gravitational pull forcing you to reach back down between the warmth of your thighs. “You don’t know that and I was not touching myself.”

“You were and I’m 100-percent sure of it.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Don’t worry, doll. You’ve done more than enough to get me where I need to be,” he hissed.

Realistically speaking this was the goal—Your goal for the day. But the reality of Jungkook’s whine sounding near the shell of your ear made you imagine things that weren’t even there for the third time in the past few weeks.

And there he was, beside you once again, with his cock springing out from above the hem of his shorts. It was longer; bigger than you’d imagined but he made use of his veiny hands moving up and down his length with a hastened pace. Quickly working his way right into an orgasm.

“Tell me how it feels, JK,” you rubbed your legs together in search of some ease — perhaps to ignore the pain or the desirous sting threading dangerously near to overwhelmingness but it wasn’t helping. You reach out for one of the decorative cushions sitting on your bed and quickly rid yourself of your panties hiking your skirt up past your belly button. You weren’t quite sure what came over you but looking over at ‘JK’ laying beside you began swaying your hips against the cotton cushion to match his exact pace.

“Fuck—“ you squealed.

“Oh, doll,” he let out a rasp groan, “t-that’s exactly what I needed. Keep going please. I’m so close.”

Minutes went by since the two of you began exchanging the alluring songs escaping each of your lips. It was an orchestra of pleasure and you kept at it until your whines combined with his grunts signaled the peak of your actions.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed out, “I’ve never done that before.”

“What?”

“This has never happened during one of my sessions.”

You smiled, “I’m glad I could be of assistance.”

“Visit me more often,” he said, “I mean it. Don’t wait another two weeks.”

“I’ll be back. Don’t worry Jung—JK,” you cleared your throat as an attempt to mask your almost massive fuck up. Hopefully he didn’t hear.

“I’ll be here.”

“Bye.”

The call was disconnected. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Not again.

Hours passed since your very interesting morning with Jungkook or should you say JK. It was closer to late night and you sat on a bench just outside the library with the luminous ray of the moon singling you out like a spotlight. You were tired and just like the moon sat without any stars surrounding it to keep it company you chose to be here, alone; secluded just for a little while. You needed it.

The night hadn’t begun this way. Not at all.

Your friend had texted you hours prior letting you know that a couple of people from research class had noticed a mini research project due for that Monday. And like any other group of panicked college students you all grabbed your shit and ran to the library to get the work done. Back then, you didn’t know that by ‘a few people from research class’ she also meant Jungkook.

While you could feel a kaleidoscope of butterflies flapping their wings against the lining of your stomach, there were also those pressing nerves. You know, the ones that make your hands tremble, your tongue feel heavy inside of your mouth and your palms balmy all together.

It was a variation of your own personal heaven and hell.

“May I know why you’re out here sitting all by yourself,” there weren’t winds strong enough to make you shiver the way his voice had just now.

Would he recognize your voice from this morning? Maybe he would. You pressed your hands against the wooden bench and took a deep breath.

It’s gonna be okay. You chanted. It’s going to be okay.

“Oh, I’m done with the project and I just needed a bit of fresh air,” you waved your hands around in an attempt to point at the library but you ended up pointing in the opposite direction, “it was just too hot in there.”

“Yeah. .” He slouched down and placed his head on the back rest, “I needed out too.”

“Did you get to finish?”

“I did,” he laughed, “I chose the effects of tattoos in the workplace.”

“Ha—“ you guffawed, shaking your head, “I’m sure you meant to make a statement.”

“Of course, doll.” There it was again. The effects it had on you were so grand meanwhile he just brushed right past it like absolutely nothing.

“How many tattoos do you have anyway?”

He rolled his sleeve up revealing his arm all the way up to his bicep, “I lost count after filing in the gaps for my sleeve but I’ll confidently say I’m well over thirty.”

“You must have all of the secrets to pain tolerance,” you stared at the art pieces adoring his honey skin.

“I would say I have it more under control now than I ever did before,” his head turned towards you and his dark eyes pierced your soul, “I almost cried during my first one though. Hurt so fucking bad I had to keep taking breaks.”

“Which one was it?”

He brought his arm up and showed you the flower sitting right on his right elbow.

“Can I?” That was your way of asking if it was okay for you to touch it without having to actually say it.

“Yeah.”

Your fingertips traced the small orange flower along with its surroundings which sprawled out into a larger floral design. Sparks of electric currents traveled from your fingers as they remained in contact with his skin. You couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it too but you were too afraid to ask.

“Did you get it shaded and colored in one go?”

“I couldn’t,” he shuddered, likely remembering that very day at the tattoo shop, “hurts just thinking about it.”

“But then you went and got a whole sleeve?”

“I guess I’m still fond of a bit of pain.”

“That’s psychotic.”

“Maybe,” he closed his eyes lightly, as a cheeky wide-toothed grin formed on his lips. That was the last of your interaction for a bit, the two of you just sat back in silence enjoying the serenity of the night. But of course, silence seemed to be a burden on Jungkook’s behalf because it didn’t really last too long. “Hey, you wanna go get ice cream? I hear the shop just off campus is open late.”

“Is this the kick start to your summer itinerary for me?”

“Could be. . if you want it to.”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

With a stunned expression your friend watched as Jungkook followed behind you, into the library to collect your belongings only to see you exit with him once more. Even though the windows you saw as her mouth remained agape as you disappeared into the night with the man that occupied so much of your heart and mind.

Seconds after you felt your phone vibrate continuously in your back pocket. Knowing it was probably just her with an abundance of prying questions you ignored it for now instead choosing to focus on the paved road ahead you. There are so many beautiful things to admire at this time of night — the way the bright green leaves sway with the cool breeze on the branches they’d call home for the duration of the summer, there was also the way the brightness of the street light illuminated the way to your destination. There were no lone frigid gusts whispering their way through the city, instead there was the buzzing chatter of on-goers bringing the streets back to life.

Jungkook and you occupied the sidewalk taking in every scene, every conversation, every person, every detail in your way and just as you neared the little ice cream shop you saw the way his doe eyes lit up at the vibrant shade of pink on the concrete walls.

“What should I get you?” You sat on one of the small tables lined up on the sidewalks just a few feet away from the shop.

“Chocolate please,” you pulled out your wallet just as he placed his hand on top of yours and shook his head.

“I invited you, didn't I?”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

Across from you at another small table you spotted a couple seemingly on their first day. You could tell because the girl as beautiful as she was, she wore the same gitters you did. The way her fingers trembled whenever the boy across from her inched his hand closer to hers.

She wore the exact same gitters you did but you were not here on a date. You were merely an acquaintance. Someone Jungkook knew in passing — likely to become someone he once knew once this charade of wanting to show you around for the summer was over.

“Are you always this deep in your own thoughts?” Jungkook sat across from you on the table and handed you the wafer cone with two chocolate scoops.

“Not always. .” you took a swift lick of your ice cream, “sometimes is probably a bit more accurate though.”

“May I ask why that is?”

“There are too many things dancing around in my head to figure out the steps to,” you began playing around with the edge of the napkins laid out on the table.

“Do any of those pressing thoughts have to do with your shit taste in ice cream flavors?” The dimples on his rosey cheeks were scaled to your meter of comfort and you couldn’t help but reciprocate his cheerful manner.

“Shit?” you sneered, “if we’re talking shit, strawberry is definitely first on the list.”

“Strawberry ice cream tastes like actual strawberries. Now please tell me what chocolate ice cream tastes ‘cause it is certainly not chocolate.”

“Bullshit. It does taste like chocolate.”

“Now, that's bullshit,” he continued, savoring his frozen dessert. “Will you ever tell me why you despise the summertime so much?”

“I do not despise it. I just—“ you sighed, “there are just experiences that simply do not wash away with the currents of the beach waves.”

“That’s awfully poetic.”

“I like to dramatize my life experiences.”

“I won’t make you elaborate. I will, however, smother you with my favorite activities until you have no choice but to fall in love with the season,” he strapped his backpack on and called over to you, “you ready?”

Whoever said spinning around on the roundabout after devouring an entire cone of ice cream was a good idea — was wrong. Of course, Jungkook’s ideas of the perfect summer night were made up of late night escapees, sweets and indigestion.

Jungkook, the culprit in this entire scheme plopped down on the multi-colored metal surface, clearly out of breath after having spun you so fast the heavens were now where the ground once used to be.

“You are the worst,” you laid down on the roundabout, eyes closed, swallowing down the nausea creeping up the back of your throat, “if I puke. . It is entirely on you.”

“Last I recall, you’re the one who wanted to be spun around on this thing.”

“Yes.” You continued taking deep breaths, “keyword spin not attempt to blast me off into the Milky Way.”

“You are such a drama queen.”

“There is nothing dramatic about the way my head is spinning right now,” you felt his shower brush against yours — he was now laying beside you. You opened your eyes slightly, turning your head in his direction, “are there now three of you?”

“Here,” he raised a hand to your face, “how many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two?” you lied. He had all five fingers up.

“I know you see my whole hand is sitting right in front of your face right now,” he rolled his eyes.

“Actually, I don’t. That’s why I said two,” you stuck your tongue out at him before redirecting your attention back to the sky. “Do you think the moon ever gets lonely up there?”

Jungkook followed your line of vision to the sky above where the moon still sat all by itself, “I’ve never actually thought about it but I think everything and everyone can feel lonely once in a while.”

“I think I’m like the moon.”

His voice was soft, “in what way?”

“I guess—“ you battled with all the words crashing against each other in your brain, “in the sense that compared to Earth and most planets, the moon is so small right?”

“Yes.”

“I just feel like that. You know? Like a single grain of sand in a sandbox — feels like I’m an ant in a world of giants.”

“While it is true that the moon is fairly small in comparison to most of the planets in our solar system,” he began. “It is also a beacon of light. Without the moon our nights would be composed of utter darkness, the ocean tides would fall and the course of the life we know would be altered. Without the moon our lives would be shit.”

“Right.”

“Small yet consequential. You get that?”

“I do.”

You told no fib. His words were a warm blanket of solace wrapping itself tightly around your figure — serving as a shield, protecting you from anything that could perforate through your being; your soul.

Your parents had always been the main assailants in the attacks you had experienced throughout your life. After your brother walked away from home they pushed you aside, neglected you and left you to raise yourself. They were never there for birthdays or the holidays or summer vacations or even just regular days. You were a thirteen year old girl alone not being able to decipher why all of their grief from your brother’ abandonment came at the expense of the love they claimed to have had for you.

All your life you tried to work out if you’d done anything wrong but you finally see that it wasn’t you. Their neglect was based on their inability to be parents before anything else.

So yes, you were like the moon. Small yet consequential.

Jungkook’s pinky brushed up against yours slightly as he traced random shapes on your skin; sort of like asking permission before actually holding your hand. You looked at each other and before you knew it he wrapped his hand to yours. The warmth radiating from him was soothing and like nothing you’ve ever felt before. If you were sure of one thing — it’s you never wanted him to let go.

You just wanted to stay there with him in that moment forever.

“Jungkook, you better shake off all that sand out here or you are forbidden from entering my room,” you threatened, which only resulted in a mischievous grin from the man and the sand to go flying in your direction as he purposely tried to get it on you.

“Is that all better?”

You snorted, brushing off any of the remaining sand he did get in you, “you are so mean.”

A week of summer adventures had graced your life for the better — Jungkook had burdened himself with the mission to get you to enjoy the wonders of the scorching summer months and he was succeeding. You have enjoyed all of it thus far. Even having the ocean sand in places where the sun doesn’t shine.

The schedule doesn’t cease and while your platonic relationship with Jungkook blossomed though you couldn’t completely shut out the feelings that sent your heart into a frenzy whenever he was near. You like him so bad, but your friendship with him was like a gem, a rare gem and you wouldn’t trade that for anything on this entire planet.

“You know what’s weird?” Jungkook walked out from the bathroom just as you finished getting dressed. One towel hugged his waist, while the other he used to dry his hair.

“Jungkook?” you yelped, “clothes.”

“Oh, come on, you saw all of this at the beach,” he pointed at his sculpted physique. You did and you were almost sent into cardiac arrest then — what makes him think you’d be any better off within the congested walls of your room. He was feet away near the bathroom door but it felt like he was just beside you.

“Whatever. .” you turned around trying to keep yourself busy with something else, something that did not involve gawking at him. “This wall—“ he noticed you weren’t looking, “this wall right above your bed it looks so fucking familiar.”

“Jungkook, you’ve been in here about a dozen times in the past week,” your body stiffened as you felt a nauseating flutter in your stomach.

“You’re right . .” your back was still turned towards him but you could hear the floorboards creak as he inched closer, “but that right there only confirms it. There’s also your voice, that birthmark sitting right below your bottom lip and not to mention your nail polish you always keep the exact same shade.”

“Jungkook—“

“Not very clever I’d say,” his chin rested on the nook of your neck, “especially we ended on becoming this close.”

You wanted to say something — anything but you couldn’t actually speak.

“After our first time on Eargasm together,” he whispered into your ear, “do you know how much I thought of you? Your voice was the only thing that has played in my head since then. I wanted. . needed to meet you. The girl behind the black screen.”

“How long have you known?”

“Since the day you went to get your card fixed at the student center,” he continued, “your voice is soft, euphonic, harmonious, even when you’re cumming. It’s easy to distinguish.”

You shuddered as a result of his dulcet praise, “I’m so transparent but your tattoos ratted you out especially the snake sitting right below your wrist.”

“Problem is I wasn’t trying to hide, doll.”

“You didn’t care?”

“I didn’t care.”

Turning around the two of you remained face to face examining even the tiniest of details within one another. The pale red tint on the apple of his cheeks matched the tone of his lips almost perfectly.

His lips . . they were so inviting. You were sluggishly levitating towards him before his words slammed at your brakes.

“I think we should get going,” Jungkook said standing by the door holding his keys out to you. Was he kicking you out of your own dorm? “You wanna wait for me in the car? I’ll be right down.”

“Uh—“ you were a bit taken back with disappointment and just a bit of confusion. Was he really oblivious to it? “Yeah, that sounds fine. Don’t be long.”

A million thoughts scrambled your brain on the passenger seat of Jungkook’s car as your eyes drifted off toward the sun disappearing into the horizon. Love was never your forte but if you were sure of one thing it’s that what you felt although unspoken was evident; crystal clear more so. So you replayed what had happened in your room time and time again to decipher when it all had gone to shit. Perhaps, he was in fact still angry about you knowing it was him all along. . But you’d apologized when joined you in the car and he reassured you that it was fine and he wasn’t mad.

Looking back towards the driver seat, Jungkook remained with one hand on the wheel and his eyes glued to the road ahead. Not a word escaped his lips. Why is it so difficult to figure out what men are thinking?

Once you arrived at the drive-in movie theater, Jungkook parked and quickly dismissed himself to buy snacks while you tried to find the station provided to be able to hear the movie and finally you did.

“Okay,” Jungkook opened the car door, taking his previous seat back on the driver’s side, “I got popcorn, cherry slushies and a bunch of gummies. I just guessed on everything hoping it wasn’t a complete miss.”

“Of course I like these. Thank you, Jungkook.” You’d like anything he brought back for you simply because it came from him, “You know, I thought this style of movie watching ceased to exist after the 90s.”

“Yeah, I guess there was a decline in popularity after the 90s. Now, in some places it is once again sought out as a popular summer activity.”

“That is evident,” you looked around at the packed lot out in front of you. You guys scored the very last spot in the very last row, “Do you come here often?” Only you knew the real undertones of that question. ‘Do you bring other girls here often?’ This is what you actually meant.

“Not often,” he took a sip of his slushie

“Not often,” you repeated under your breath with a residue of bitterness left in your tastebuds. You weren’t sure if your drinking had grown pungent or if his words simply landed a punch in your gut triggering your acid reflux.

Patience, patience and endurance. You’d neared your limit for both while your heart continued its call for Jungkook but he simply could not hear. Was he really oblivious to it? You wondered once again. Was the wailing just white noise to him . . Non-existent? Could he not hear it as loudly as you could? Because to you it was all you could hear, the only thing you could pay mind to. To you the movie was long gone and all you wanted was for him to notice you. Not simply as friends, but to embrace what you knew he briefly felt for you back at the dorm. To actually see you.

“Are you okay?” his hand slowly moved to shove some more popcorn into his mouth. His words were slack, almost as if he’d been put to function in slow motion, “do you not like the movie?”

You couldn’t care less about the fucking movie. “The movie is fine.”

“Are you sure?” Was that concern in his voice? “I can get you something else from the snack bar,“ he reached for the handle, “let ne get you a water.“

“No,“ you held his wrist, “just stay please.”

“The snack bar is less than ten steps away. Are you sure you don’t want it?”

“I don’t want you to go.” You weren’t sure you were being clear so you tried your best to elaborate, “I know technically left my own room earlier but I didn’t want to and now I do not want you to go.”

You heaved feeling the pace of your quickening heart beating your chest. Then mumbled, “I left only because you asked me to but I wanted to stay with you.”

His eyebrows were furrowed as he tried to unscramble your inept confession. Soon his chocolate eyes dilated realizing the weight of your words.

“Like?” He asked, allowing his silence to fill in the gaps.

“Yes,” you confessed. “I wanted to stay in my room with you and spend the night together.”

“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. Truthfully, I wanted you to stay but I didn’t want to overstep after we talked about the Eargasm thing,” He turned his head away from his hands gripping the steering wheel towards you in the passenger seat.

“I like you. I’ve liked you before Eargasm Jungkook,” you could’ve sworn the sky began plummeting down on you while you just sat amongst the deafening silence, with your heart poured out before you — and still Jungkook said nothing, “Uh, you know what forget I ever. .” you paused taking another look in his direction but Jungkook simply hid behind wide eyes, “actually, no. Scratch that. I like you but I’ll be okay.”

“You are much braver than me, you know,” he spoke quietly, “a lot of my life I’ve lived hidden behind JK and though he is my other half he is not truly who I am. He is much more courageous than I’ll ever be but you were brave so I know I owe you a reciprocation of the same transparency. I’ve liked you from the moment I walked into class that very first day and I’ve only fallen for you harder with each passing day.”

“Jungkook.”

He hummed.

“Kiss me.”

In the matter of seconds the two of you climbed over to the back seat — the clashing of your body heat drew sweat beads to cascade down your temples. Your attention was far off that though, instead you were lulled by the softness of his silken lips pressed against yours. You could feel the thud of your combined heartbeat in the way your bodies were pressed so tightly against each other. His palm resided by your waist as he continued tugging at your top.

He pulled away, keeping his forehead pressed against yours, “are you sure you want to do this here?”

You looked around feeling locked in by the tint of Jungkook’s car windows, “I’m sure.”

Before your back could meet his leather seat, Jungkook began pulling your panties down and pushing your denim skirt up past your belly button. Jungkook was always gentle whether it was with his words or his touch, that was the truth, and today was no different.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Jungkook’s usual dove eyes were now burning with hunger — desire. His hands rested on your knees and he began spreading your legs farther and farther away from each other causing your underwear to become soaked. You hadn’t really noticed how spacious the back of his car was until now, until he kneeled in front of you. His fingers traced the outline of your thighs as he reached under your skirt quickly pulling your panties down to your ankles.

You closed your eyes, melting back into the seat. The feeling came in waves you quickly realized. First, there was the anticipation as your body urged him to touch your body but he only allowed his digits to cloud over your cunt. Then, there was the taunting of his teasing touch where he would drag the pads of his fingers along your folds — a touch so agonizing you found yourself driving your hips against him for some relief.

“Come on, doll,” Jungkook cooed as two of his fingers sat at your entrance with no intention of moving, “I thought you were more patient than this.”

“I’ll be good,” you heaved, “I promise.”

“Promise?” He pushed past the muscle of your entrance quickly invading your insides and in that moment you could’ve sworn you were no longer in his car — instead you lived amongst the celestial body of lumineers lighting the night sky. Words poured out of you in the form of profanities featured by the moans you couldn’t seem to suppress the quicker he pumped in and out of you.

That was it. That feeling. You held on as if your life depended on it. There was nothing, nothing else that could claim your attention the way Jungkook was at that very moment.

“Oh, right there,” your nails dug into his shoulder blades as he reached the very spot in your insides which blurred your vision and caused your legs to shake just a bit, “j-just keep going right there.”

His lips quickly landed on yours for a kiss so torrid you could taste the remnants of his cherry chapstick on your tongue. Enveloped by the overstimulation of the kiss and his fingers inside of you, the remaining piece of string which held you together snapped and behind your eyelids all you saw were spots of flashing white lights.

“Jungkook. .” You waited just a moment to catch your breath before patting the seat right beside you, “come sit with me. Unwind.”

“It’s hard to think of anything else when you’re sitting right beside me looking like that,” he hummed, “ all fucked out when I’ve only fingered you.”

“Just. . trust me,” As soon as he sat you placed your hand on his chest climbing onto his lap placing your legs on either side of his, “will you do that?”

“I trust you.”

Even the mess Jungkook had already created in between your thighs you felt that concupiscent armor burning deep inside of you — it was like a wildfire you couldn’t extinguish. Jungkook’s hands landed on your waist, his grip was sweaty against your skin, he began you forward and backward on his lap. And you began reciprocating that movement at a rhythm equivalent to his.

The temperature continued to rise within the enclosure of his car and a mixture of his rough grunts and your pleased hums began to fill the space. His clothed cock and your bare clit continued to meet in the filthiest of ways yet you couldn't resist but cry out for more. You craved more.

“I-I need you, Jungkook,” you whimpered.

If you thought you’d known pleasure before there was nothing compared to the way Jungkook’s massive cock felt inside your walls. It’s as if his dick was personally crafted to slip into you. God, he wasn’t moving a single muscle — you weren’t either and still you couldn’t help the countless moans dripping right off your lips.

“Are you okay?” he asked, “can I move?”

“Please,” you cried out.

In being the embodiment of sin, Jungkook embraced his mercilessness as a result of your yelp when his cock rammed into you with a drawn out yet deep thrust. As he slipped in and out if you saw the way he almost pulled out entirely only to guide you back down harshly on his length. Over and over and over. Your head lulled back and you were sure your rolled eyes could recite the contents of the inside of your skull.

“D-don’t stop,” you choked out, placing a hand on the hood for support as Jungkook continued to have you at his mercy, “I’m so close.”

You couldn’t really see in the midst of the pleasure coursing through you but you could feel the way his warm lips landed kisses around your breasts while his hands caressed your sides.

“P-please don’t stop,” the car began moving along with his pace and you were sure the others around you were now aware of the events unfolding right beside them. But you didn’t fucking care. Jungkook’s hand reached down in between your thighs near the exact point where his length disappeared inside of you, and he began stimulating your clit — drawing out small circles. You were shaking with pleasure spilling a string of curses. This continued until you finally reached your peak through screams of his name and your juices coating his cock while he poured into you.

“Fuck,” you cried out sweetly as he pulled out, “that was amazing.”

“It was better than amazing.”

You laid your back against him as he wrapped you up in his warm embrace. The two of you were warm and sweaty, “so what’s on the itinerary for tomorrow?” You asked.

“We’ll go anywhere you wanna go. Together.”

“Together,” you smiled.

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a/n: this is mildly edited sooo . . . thread lightly for any mistakes lol. Also, the smut is pretty average but my brain wasn’t working so sorry about that in advance <3

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what type of kissers do you think the members are

joon is a passionate kisser. he kisses you with everything that he's got. he's someone who talks a lot, feels even more, but some things can only be communicated when his lips are on yours. so when he has the opportunity to try to let you know what's in that big ole brain and even bigger heart, it's with your back pressed up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist. he's engulfing you completely. kisses sloppy, a little wet, an artless meeting of lips and tongue, in hopes that you understand just how much he cares for you, the depth of his affection for you. and when he pulls back for air and looks at you, pupils blown, hair wild from your constant toying with it you see the final piece of the puzzle he was putting together: love.

jin is a soft kisser. always a man of the present, when he kisses you he's in that moment, wants to take his time with it, wants to make the most of each second his lips are on yours. and he does. it starts with the way he skirts his hand up your side and runs his palm up and down your arm when he notices the way you shiver as he leans closer to you. continues with the gentle way he brushes the hair out of your eyes, tucking the strands neatly behind your ear, the way he traces your jawline with his thumb before pinching your chin tilting your head upwards. he revels in the tiny gasp you inhale when he bumps his nose against yours but finally presses his lips to yours when he senses you're about to start whining. and when those plush lips are on yours simply lingering you have no choice but to melt into him, so tightly wound from the anticipation that you just take whatever he's willing to give, unaware that he wants to give you the world.

yoongi is a casual kisser. the feelings between you two are far from casual, but when yoongi kisses you, when his hands are on your waist pulling you into him, when his lips are on your neck suctioning a mark for the world to see, when his tongue is tangled with yours, you understand the casual, the everyday. yoongi's kisses are the gentle breeze on a warm summer's night, they're the waves swelling and receding on a shoreline, clouds aimlessly passing by on a sunny day. they're as sure as the sun rises and sets everyday and as fulfilling as the earth's completion of another revolution knowing that you've made it through yet another year. whether it's a passing peck or an unhurried push and pull after a night of loving, tired but not yet ready to part, his lips on yours turn the ordinary into extraordinary.

hobi is a desperate kisser. every kiss with hobi is both your first and your last. it’s either fast hot and heavy, lips slightly out of synchronization, the occasional knocking of teeth, hands roaming, squeezing in an attempt to get so close to you that he’s either in you or he becomes you. or it’s slow and savory his hand on the back of your neck, yours wrapped around his waist soft breaths huffed out, his nose gently pushing against yours as you break apart, with all the longing of lovers soon to part even tho you both know you’re not going anywhere. but just in case, he wants to leave with no regrets.

jimin is an all consuming kisser. when you kiss him it’s never just his lips on yours, no. he takes over your all your senses. his mouth is sugar sweet like the lollipop he was just sucking on. his hands grip at your sides, before he walks his fingers up your spine, goosebumps left in their wake. he smells faintly of cologne and baby powder. the giggle that he lets out when he briefly breaks away from your lips is just as sweet as his mouth tastes yet just as sinful as the moan he releases when you bring your faces back together nowhere near done chasing the feeling his lips give you. and when your lungs no longer allow you to continue you stare at him eyes slightly drooped, chest heaving you swear up and down that park jimin is the eighth wonder of the world.

tae is a sensual kisser. it starts off with a gentle press of his lips to yours. sticky as he pulls back your lip gloss now on his lips too. then he goes back in tongue prodding for entry, and when you let him in he licks into your mouth purposefully, tongue firmly massaging your own before withdrawing lightly biting your bottom lip on the way out. one hand is on your thigh and the other is on your lower back forcing you to straddle him bodies pressed as close together as possible. he nips at your collar bones before trailing a series of wet kisses up your neck and across your jawline until he has you right where he wants you–whining, panting, begging for more.

jungkook is a sincere kisser. 9 times out of 10 when he’s kissing you it’s not bc he’s filled with lust, although that usually comes soon after, it’s bc there’s a certain longing, a yearning tugging at his heartstrings and it seems like the only way to relieve the pull is to have his lips on yours. so that’s exactly what he does. he’s the type to cup your face with both his hands gently swiping his thumbs across your cheeks before fully leaning in and capturing your lips between his. he suckles on your bottom lip for a few seconds then pulls back breath hitching when he notices how you chase after his lips. in mild disbelief of how he ended up here, with you, the one place he always hoped he'd be, bc you see jungkook doesn’t just like he adores and when he loves it’s with all his heart.

a/n: ajdsfojds you sent this MONTHS AGO I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONGGGGG i just had a specific thought in mind for each but the details were always fuzzy so it took a while to turn the picture in my mind into words that make sense but hopefully this is okayyyyy i be taking forever sometimes but i sweeeaarrr i'm always working

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Daddy Joon~ May I please cockwarm you? I promise to stay still and quiet while you work on your music 🥺

Genre: Lovely Smut

Pairing: Kim Namjoon (Rm) and Female Reader

"You're so sweet and tempting moonlight, you know a good work day for me are those with you there. But I really shouldn't a few of the guys and a few producers, you remember Slowrabbit right? We're going to be drinking and talking a lot together...and it can be pretty wild, and you're a pretty delicate ray of moonlight, it's not really your kind of crowd. Would you really be okay with that, if you're a good girl during it I'll make you feel amazing afterward okay?"

-Kim Namjoon (Rm)

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