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[1kook]

namjoon + honeymoon <3

It was your stupid husband’s idea to go to a tropical rain forest, so obsessed with the idea of seeing real sloths and rare birds that he didn’t stop to think about the gazillion mosquitoes that would be there, too. “Ugh, this hurts,” you whine for what has to be the millionth time, scratching at the numerous bites littering your calves. You’re not even safe in your lodging, a tiny little rental house with an air-con system as old as your grandmother.

Namjoon’s just come out of the bath, white towel draped around his waist to make him look like a Greek god. Stray water droplets cling to his shoulders and chest, sparkle under the yellow lamplight as he rounds the foot of the bed. Miraculously, he’s come out of the rain forest unscathed. You’re extremely jealous, but you comfort yourself with the fact that maybe your kids will get his superior anti-mosquito blood in their genes too. “Salve,” he says, plopping down on the edge of the bed with a tiny green jar of something. “The locals said it would help.”

You scoff. “The locals said,” you mimic, but snatch it out of his hand nonetheless.

In truth, you’re actually having a lot of fun. After the numerous Bridezilla meltdowns you had over the course of your wedding planning, letting Namjoon plan the honeymoon was a blessing in disguise; not only did you have one less thing to worry about, but your wildlife-loving husband has the prettiest smile when he’s excited about toucans. “It’s what you get for not wearing bug repellant,” he teases now, discarding his towel as he crawls up the bed towards you. Oh.

Wrapping your hands around his shoulders, you barely manage one brush of your lips against his before he’s stripping you of your nightgown. “Not my fault I have the juiciest blood,” you frown, shivering when his slightly cold skin presses against yours.

Namjoon chuckles, a sound so low and deep, it goes straight to your pussy. “Yeah?” he hums, settling the weight of his body over you. He’s heavy as fuck, but being suffocated by your husband’s hot and heavy body isn’t the worst way to go out. His lips find their place against your cheek, two plush pillows that leave a faint kiss against your skin. “But now you’re covered in mosquitos bites.”

Pulling him closer, you shift your hips from side to side until his cock is nestled between your folds, angry tip kissing your clit. You shudder. “So?” you sigh, “you’ll cover them up for me anyway.”

Namjoon laughs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “That I will.” And he does, sucking and kissing along your skin as he goes. His lips traverse the length of your body, suckling against your tits until you’re whimpering and begging for him to stop. He only stops when both nipples are two, twin peaks, slick and shiny with his saliva. Then, between your thighs. He sucks a painful mark at the juncture where your thigh meets your body, doesn’t let go even when you dig your fingers into his scalp and tug him away. “Relax,” he says, suave, smooth, that stupidly hot bastard.

His pillowy lips kiss down the inside of each leg, tongue peeking out to swipe against your swollen bites. He doesn’t suck on those, knows that it’ll only exacerbate the itchiness, but it’s the thought that counts. He does, however, practically leave you covered in his saliva, licking every inch of skin he can get to. You’re left feeling sticky and wet, a sensation that soon fades into the background when he gets his mouth on your clit.

He nudges the bud back and forth, like you’re nothing more than a sweet for him to play with. Panting, you barely manage to plead your case for more, filling the air of the lodging with sniffles and sobs as Namjoon licks between your thighs. Eventually, it’s your trembling hand reaching for his — the one with the ring on it — that convinces him to help you out.

One finger dips into your achingly hot core, tongue swirling circles around your clit. You buck forward, against his mouth, as the pleasure begins to simmer in your center. Namjoon takes his time with you, does his best to draw out every droplet of ecstasy from you. He loves the sounds, the tiny jerks of your body, the way his name tumbles off your lips. “Joon,” you sob, “no more— please.”

Only then does he let you come, milking your cum out of you with a never-ending series of kitten licks against your clit. You quiver beneath him, body wracked with the aftershocks of such a pleasant orgasm. “Good girl,” he hums, kissing the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. “Always so good.”

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[bukrie]

"Waterlooplein @ Weltevreden, Batavia" • Minggu, 26 Desember 2021 https://www.instagram.com/p/CbGrr-kNJd-/?utm_medium=tumblr

[1kook]

yami please i need a nerdy fwb namjoon who also know how to fuck good 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

The only downside about fucking Namjoon is that he cares more about his textbooks than he does you. “Woah— wait,” he chokes, swiftly removing his hands from your ass. The back of your thighs are pressing against his desk, ready to be hauled up by Namjoon’s beefy arms. But first, he has to carefully bookmark his pages and set them aside.

“Joon,” you whine, nearly stomp your feet too. He’s so handsome, makes your insides tingle when he looks at you over the dark rim of his glasses. But his dorky, academic side can be quite bothersome too.

“Just a minute,” he calls, now setting his books on the other side of the room. Truthfully speaking, his incessant need to set aside his books isn’t without reason; a couple weeks ago he had made you squirt so hard and far that it somehow reached the foot of his bedroom door. Anyway, by the time Namjoon returns, you’ve plopped down on his bed, arms crossed over your chest. “I’m back.”

“Yay,” you deadpan, not that he minds. Soon, he’s kissing the frown off your face, his glasses set aside, along with the last shreds of his delicate approach. His hands are so broad, latch onto your hips with a killer grip that is certain to bruise.

“Gonna squirt for me again?” he growls, his cock rammed deep between your folds. One hand snakes down, trails over your tummy and your mound until the tip of his forefinger is nudging against your swollen clit. You squeal, shoving your face deeper into the mattress. Namjoon huffs out a laugh. “You’re so cute,” he says, kissing along your shoulder, up your neck. His breath is hot against your ear, makes your eyes roll back when he says your name in that low tenor of his. Meanwhile, his finger wastes no time entertaining your clit, lazily rubbing circles against the bud until your thighs begin spasming uncontrollably.

“Namjoon,” you whimper, every muscle in your body locking up as he continues his steady stream of thrusts into your clenched walls. “Fuck— you’re so good,” you whine, clawing at his sheets.

Namjoon’s hips snap forward. “Yeah? You like that?” You nod along hurriedly, you’re entire body practically short-circuiting with your orgasm so close.

He rolls his hips on the next thrust and paired with the devilish finger dancing along your clit, it makes you see the entire universe all at once. “Oh, fuck!” you sob, toes curling. The pleasure washes over you, has you stuttering out his full name for some reason, every curse word tacked on as well. “Joon— Joon,” you cry towards the end, when his pace picks up as he chases his own completion.

You don’t squirt this time, just send his one thousand-page thesaurus flying off his night-stand by accident. “__,” he groans, flopping down beside you, all sweaty and hot. “That was my Special Student Edition.”

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[1kook]

size/strength kink with namkook plsss

Jungkook points it out first. “Namjoon, look,” he calls out, patiently waiting for his friend to look over as he creeps up beside you. You’re on your toes, making a desperate reach for the bowl on the highest shelf of the kitchen cabinets, and hardly see the need to pay Jungkook any mind. It isn’t until you feel something broad and hard brush up along your backside, a long-sleeved arm raising up beside yours, that you pause. “Short,” he says. His breath fans along your shoulder, makes every hair of yours stand on end as Jungkook eventually retrieves the bowl with a giggle.

Namjoon chuckles. “Leave __ alone, Kook,” he says, though the laughter that taints his words says otherwise. He joins the two of you in the kitchen then, stands close beside you as if gauging you up himself. There’s a twinkle in his eyes, one that, while maybe not as obvious as Jungkook’s, is just as amused.

You frown. “I am not!” you squawk indignantly, arms assuming a defensive position crossed over your chest. The two share a look, and then promptly dissolve into a fit of laughter. Your cheeks burn.

“You’re short,” Namjoon says eventually, as if that’s any consolation. “So what?”

As if to prove his point, he takes one step closer, until the tip of his slipper bumps against yours, his chest very much in your face. Behind you, Jungkook follows his lead, crowding you into a makeshift people sandwich of sorts. “See?” Jungkook chuckles, his fingertips ghosting along the backs of your arms, over your elbows until they’re wrapping around your forearms, ever so casually guiding your hands upward so that they’re finding their home against Namjoon’s chest. “You’re tiny.”

Namjoon nods. “Tiny,” he repeats, placing his hands against your hips, giving you a tight squeeze that makes your heartbeat falter. Behind you, Jungkook presses in closer, his proximity making your breath hitch for the briefest of moments.

“I- I’m not,” you defend weakly, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by these two broad men and the tight fit between them. “You guys are just big.”

One of them laughs, you’re not really sure who. It’s a rather curt sound, more like a snicker. You don’t get to think on it long; Namjoon leans down, knocks his nose against yours. “I am,” he confirms in deeper tone, and the confidence in his smile breaks something within you.

Not one to be left out, Jungkook childishly chimes in, “me too, me too,” leaning over your shoulder until his lips brush along the curve of your ear. And then, in a breathier tone, “really big.”

His boldness astounds you, makes you jerk forward in surprise, knocking against the hard planes of Namjoon’s body instead. Youre not safer here either, not with the man’s pelvis pressing against you, hinting at something that was certainly big beneath the front of his pants. A similar bulge nudges against the curve of your ass. Namjoon smiles, “do you wanna see how big, __?”

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[1kook]

Namjoon with this tiktok vid inspo maybe?

Up until a few weeks ago, the exercise-weightlifting-machine-thingy in your basement had gotten very little use. It was something you and Namjoon had purchased a few years back, a long forgotten New Year’s resolution that lasted maybe three days before the two of you moved on. Then, it became more of a temporary hanger for your clothes, as its placement right outside the laundry room often led to you hanging damp clothing against the metal bars when the real drying rack was too full.

With Namjoon’s work being moved mostly online, he had no reason to frequent the office of his job anymore, choosing instead to work from home. Working from home meant Namjoon had a lot of time on his hands now; he didn’t need to spend hours stuck in traffic anymore and he didn’t need to wake up or go to bed at ungodly times. He started doing more housework, like cooking and laundry, reorganizing your entire closet three times before he was satisfied. And after all the stray articles of clothing had been put away, he rediscovered the exercise-weightlifting-machine-thingy.

Which leads to now.

“Joon,” you mumble, sitting across your husband for your monthly finance review. He’s fresh from the shower, hair a little damp, because he has some important video call later that he needs to attend. Clad in a navy blue button-up fastened all the way up, he was serving casual professionalism at the dinner table. “Your… your….” you flounder, gesturing towards your own chest area.

Everything had been fine for a while, the both of you leaning over the table as you poured over bills and whatnot. And then, after you had resolved the issue of your suddenly high water bill, Namjoon had let out a long groan of relief, leaning back into his seat and stretching his arms backward. At that moment, you became aware of the absolute bulging of his chest, the button against his sternum hanging on for dear life. “Oh,” he says, placing a palm over the opening. He doesn’t seem the least bit embarrassed, shaking his head with a soft puff of laughter as he readjusts his shirt. “Guess I need to go shopping soon.”

“Yeah,” you say, but what you’re really thinking is when the hell did his boobs get so big?

The finance review goes well. Namjoon leads the discussion, doesn’t mind your silence. He wraps it up just fine, saunters by you on his way to his home office with a pat against your shoulder. Only after you register the soft click of his door do you spring into action, whipping around to glance at the clock on the stove. He still has a few minutes before his meeting. You bolt down the hall.

You don’t bother knocking, throwing the door open and catching Namjoon reaching overhead to switch the light on the ceiling fan on. With his flimsy button once again. “Put on a different shirt,” you puff, rushing to his side. Namjoon flinches at your sudden attack, yelps when your hands come up to clasp at the front of his button-up, trying to force the material shut.

“What are you doing?” he gasps, catching your wrists between his gigantic hands, ignoring your raging hormones as he backs you up against the edge of his desk. “I have a meeting in a few—“

“Your boobs,” you cry, gesturing with a jerk of your head at his chest, “they’re gonna rip apart your shirt!”

Namjoon chokes. “Th- They’re pecs,” he defends, letting go of your hands to hold you by the waist instead, the strong muscles of his pecs rippling beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. “And they definitely won’t.” You groan, hoping he can’t see the raging heart eyes you’ve got on as you trail your gaze to his chest again, eyeing the tiny sliver of his skin. “__,” Namjoon says sternly.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, “it’s just— they’re huge—“

“That’s enough of that,” Namjoon sighs, drawing away with a rather disappointed shake of his head. You’d feel embarrassed about it normally, but you’re still more worried than anything. “I have a meeting,” he reiterates, taking you by the hand and guiding you toward the open door. He’s not cruel enough to send you off like this, placing a kiss against your cheek. “I’ll be done in an hour,” he assures you, blindly reaching back for the door you had thrown open upon arrival. “And then we can talk abo—“

There’s a snap. A gasp. The button lands on your forehead. Namjoon’s all but frozen in place, mortification painting his features as you hiss out, “see! I told you!”

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[1kook]

miss yami!!!! for the request night, maybe nj + friends to lovers?? 🥺🥺 i'm so weak for mutual pining

Namjoon has this ugly habit of biting the tip of his straw every time you go out. “Yuck,” you grimace, trying to ignore the plumpness of his lips around the plastic he’s dead set on demolishing with his teeth. “You’ll never get anyone to go out with you if you keep doing that.”

His answer is following a hard suck at his smoothie; hard, because squeezing the contents through the tiny orifice he’s turned his straw into is nearly impossible. “You’re going out with me right now,” he says, and you’re embarrassed to admit how even such a cheeky statement as his can make your face heat up.

“Correction,” you scoff, downplaying the intense pitter patter of your heart. “I’m here to collect my free smoothie.” Namjoon rolls his eyes, slinking further down into his seat. When he’s got his legs all stretched out, they’re long enough to knock into your ankles beneath the table, probably staining your white shoes with whatever gunk he has sticking to the bottom of his own. “Besides, who takes their date to this rundown shack?”

A tap against your toe. “This is your favorite rundown shack,” he points out. “This is your ideal date.”

It is, it really is. From the location to the weather to the date himself, this was your ideal romantic outing. (The last bit, Namjoon doesn’t know.) “Maybe so,” you murmur, idly stabbing at your smoothie with your straw. Another nudge against your ankle, except this one is hard enough it makes you yelp. “Ouch,” you frown, leveling Namjoon with a glare. “What was that for?”

He grins. “Just making sure my date is enjoying themselves,” he chuckles, toying with the stray change he’d plopped on the table when you first sat down. The coins look tiny against his long fingers.

“I’m not your date,” you huff.

When he leans over the table, pretty smile leveled your way, you can barely keep your emotions in check. “Really?” Namjoon teases. “Even though I asked you on a date and you’re wearing your ‘date’ skirt?”

“What— you asked me to ‘hang out,’ Joon,” you stammer to reply, hands balled up against the tabletop. “And I wear this skirt, like, all the time.”

Your defiance is met with another dopey grin, Namjoon’s chin carefully leaning against his knuckles. “Usually,” he begins, his free hand slowly moving across the table until he’s unwinding your clenched fists, long fingers slipping between your own. “When someone who’s interested in you asks to hang out, it’s a date.”

You breath bitches. This time, your thoughts lag behind. “Y- yeah,” stutter, the fan in your brain going into overdrive. “Someone who’s intere—“

“Me,” Namjoon interrupts, squeezing your hand in his. “I’m interested.” And then, as if he’s uncertain how much of this you’re actually processing, he feels the need to add, “in you.”

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[1kook]

can we get tying up husband namjoon miss yamz

Any uncertainties your husband may have had before are washed down the drain the moment you tighten the last knot against his hard body. “Oh,” Namjoon says, pleasantly surprised by the snugness of the criss-crossing sections.

“I read up on it,” you grin, patting the inside of his thigh as if to say ‘all set!’ His skin bulges against the ropes, makes certain parts— his ass and chest —look plumper than usual. You’re practically drooling like a dog.

Namjoon, who has long since categorized each and every one of your facial expressions, snaps you out of it. “Honey,” he calls out softly, nudging you with his knee. His hands are neatly tied up in front of him, just above his cock. Close enough for him to wrap his own hands around it, giving himself a few shallow pumps as he waits for you to touch back down on the ground.

“Sorry!” you stammer, maybe a tad too starry-eyed over your tied up husband. After the tedious and rather lengthy process that was tying him up, you didn’t have a second more to waste. “Going now.”

As suspected, the ropes make Namjoon all the more bratty, huffing and whining every chance he gets as you do everything but touch his weeping cock. You begin at his throat, lavishing it in kisses that were sure to bruise tomorrow, high on the fact he can do nothing to stop you. And then his chest is showered in even more kisses, nipples pinched and tugged until the skin around them is visibly pink and tender. “No more,” Namjoon whimpers, but he’s just so pretty laid out like this that you can’t help but envelop one perfectly pert nipple in your mouth, rolling it between your teeth as you rock back against his achingly hard member, letting it drag along the curve of your ass only.

By the time you’ve sucked his chest into two twin peaks, Namjoon is practically sobbing, bucking upwards into nothing. “Onto your tummy,” you coo, grasping one of the bulging knots at his front to pull him towards you, swallowing the whimper that escapes his lips. You roll him over, and the mere act of manhandling such a big man as Namjoon makes you a little power crazy. You push him down face forward, his ass in the air as you creep up behind him.

“So beautiful,” you praise lovingly, trailing your hands along the tense muscles of his thigh. Your hand snakes it’s way around, finds the base of his cock and makes Namjoon yelp from the tightness of your grip. “Stay still for me now.”

He’s practically leaking, coating your hand in his arousal all too easily. Your hand begins it dutiful mission up and down his cock, the other rubbing soothing circles along one perfect globe of his ass. “Good boy,” you purr, and then abruptly bring your hand down against his plump flesh, marveling at the blood that rushes to the surface. Namjoon moans, bucking into your hand instead. You meet him with a deathly tight grip that makes every muscle in his body tense up immediately.

He’s easy to manage like this, hands bound before him, and you fondly lock away every new memory made. From the pitiful cries that left his mouth to the tender skin after the ropes had been removed— it was beautiful, deserved to be cherished. A nice change of pace.

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[1kook]

namjoon cowboy au ! maybe smut with impreg kink or whatever u want 😁

Namjoon’s hands are as rough as he is, manhandling you around until your ass is in the air, face against the pillows. “I’ll breed you, darling,” he purrs, calloused hands trailing down your spine, over the globes of your ass.

He had come home late tonight, had travelled a lengthy distance to retrieve one of your missing cows. Still, dirty and tired was apparently the perfect combination for him to get his rocks off, latching onto you like a dog in heat the moment he returned.

He’s a gentlemen, though, always has been. Namjoon’s horniness has never managed to blind him from addressing you and your own pleasure first, fingers deftly working inside of your throbbing core for a few minutes. Even the soft soap you had purchased does little to address the roughness of his fingertips, worn from years of working the soil, riding the horses. It provides you with a whole new world of subtle texture that drives you insane.

With that settled, he assumes his position behind you. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he purrs, spreading your cheeks apart carefully, the head of his cock nudging against your folds.

“Please,” you whimper, clutching at the bedsheets as he begins his slow sink into your folds, each inch of his engorged cock sending a new wave of pleasure tingling your your spine. “Joon,” you cry, biting down on your lip until it hurts.

He doesn’t pause at the hilt, doesn’t let your body familiarize itself with the stretch before he begins bucking forward into you, drowning out your pitiful whimpers with his own grunts and the slapping of his skin against yours. “Fuck,” he groans, has that same gravelly quality in his voice he gets after he’s spent a long afternoon yelling at the horses to settle down. “Gonna look beautiful for me, doll,” he croons, ramming himself deeper and deeper into your hole. “Carrying my babies— most beautiful woman in town.”

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[1kook]

Firefighter namjoon or jungkook

Firefighter Day is the highlight of your kindergarten students’ year. It’s the most anticipated, best day to ever be made for five year olds everywhere, the one day a year they get to visit the firehouse, sit in the fire truck, and wear a plastic firefighter hat while doing all that. It’s a close runner up to Christmas, because the only thing children like more than seeing a real fire truck up close, is getting presents.

Firefighter Day is also one of the few times a year you’re allowed to see Fire Captain Kim in all his glory.

It’s been a couple years since you first started teaching the kindergarten class at your local primary school, so you like to think you’ve since become immune to the charming captain’s presence (in reality, you haven’t). The first year you came, you were a new teacher, young and still a little overwhelmed with all the kids you suddenly had to deal with for eight hours everyday. At the time you don’t think Kim Namjoon was the captain of the firehouse. Another, older man had led you through the day, Kim Namjoon at his side. Even still, he was disturbingly handsome. You had never bought into the ‘sexy fireman’ stereotype before, having seen one too many embellished firefighter calendars at the mall, but Kim Namjoon was, by all means, a goddamn sexy firefighter.

It’s a terrible thought to have, to be hypnotized by the way his dark t-shirt hugged his chest and his biceps, absolutely terrible to be distracted by that when you should be making sure all twenty-three of your kids are paying attention.

There’s a small lunch break halfway through the day, the only time when you entire class is congregated in one of the firehouse’s break rooms, allowing you to count all twenty-three heads once more as they chatter on in excitement about the various fire vehicles they’d seen. The only door to the room is directly to your left, too heavy for most of the kids to push open by themselves, which made keeping them all in one place easy.

While the heavy door is perfect for keeping your kids here, it doesn’t hold up well against muscular fire captains who wanted to get in.

The children know better than to run around during lunch, but there’s a very palpable excitement that overcomes the room when Kim Namjoon appears, kind smile aimed their way, eyes surveying across the room until they land on you. And before your very eyes, you watch as that practiced smile fades into a more playful grin, excitement licking away at you as he saunters over, so broad and beefy. “Ms. __,” he greets, sliding into the sea across from you. His entire presence puts you on edge, has you sitting up just the teensiest bit straighter as he settles in the seat before you. “It’s nice to see you again— the kids okay this year?”

He’s done the same thing every year. He always makes sure to greet you—a personal greeting, unlike the one he gives your entire class—and ask how you are. Part of you feels terrible that you use his unending kindness to fuel your own fantasies. Of his sweaty body above you, his thick muscles beneath your fingertips. He’s one hell of a man, riles you up in the most exciting ways, and he probably doesn’t even realize it. “Of course,” you remember to answer, waving away the thundering in your chest. “They’re angels. Always.”

Namjoon smiles, glancing fondly over his shoulder. With his attention no longer on you, you find your own gaze flickering down to the hands he’s placed on the table, thick and long fingers, and the defined muscles in his neck. After surveying the children, Namjoon murmurs a soft, “cute,” before turning back your way. You snap to attention. Namjoon’s smile doesn’t falter. “And you? You doing okay, Ms. __?”

You nod, too quickly but who cares. You’d rather he think your just terrible at holding conversation than know you’re battling away fantasies about him. “I’m great! The weather’s nice and um— the firehouse looks lovely this year. New paint?”

Namjoon laughs at your stammering, a deep sound that fills your body with butterflies. Beneath the table, the very tip of his boot taps against your shin. It makes every muscle in your body contract, your eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets when he smoothily places a hand over yours. “Cute,” he repeats, and this time, he’s talking about you.

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[1kook]

Namjoon at the gym, hot girl walks in, he turns into a big showoff. Luv u ❤️❤️❤️

The problem with being a confident woman at a gym is that men seem to take that as a sign to ogle you every chance they get. It didn’t matter what you wore, baggy sweats or tight spandex, hardly a day would go by without catching some doofus’s eyes on your ass. Today, you feel it before you see it. You’ve only just begun your pre-workout stretches, evaluating your form in one of the gym’s many mirrors as you stretch out your muscles. You’d made the mistake of not doing it once and paid for it in the form of aching thighs for a week.

It’s as you’re assuming a lunging form that you notice your admirer from the corner of your eye. It’s odd for people to come to the gym at this hour, in the middle of the day, but it’s even weirder for someone to be so obvious about their staring.

Before you can glare at the man, he’s stalking off, and you’re left staring at the broad outline of his shoulders in his tight top as he plops down in front of one of the weightlifting benches. How peculiar, you think, ever so slowly zeroing your gaze in on him. The bar’s loaded with weights, more than you’ve seen in a while. You’re not much for weightlifting, but boy did that look heavy.

Part of you wants to laugh at the situation— you’re ogling him now, you chuckle. He gets to work lifting the weight, the mostly empty gym filled with the sound of the corny radio and his occasional grunt. HIs tan arms flex deliciously, his body one defined mass on the bench. It occurs to you that maybe someone should spot him. After all, he was taking on a heavy load. “Hey,” you call out, cringing at the clanging of metal when he sets the bar back on its stand. “Do you need me to spot for you?”

Realistically, he probably doesn’t. You’re by no means strong enough to lift those weights, much less lift them off him if something were to happen. The dude probably realizes this too, because he sits up with a laugh, reaching for his towel. He throws you a smile over his shoulder, and it’s only then that you realize just how handsome he is.

“Did I look that weak?” he jokes.

You grin, slowly sauntering over, purposefully swaying your hips until you reach his side. “No,” you tease, leaning against the bar behind him. “I’d just hate for you to hurt yourself.” He’s even dreamier up close, plush lips and well groomed brows. Oh, he exercised and kept himself neat? Rare, but very appreciated. “Aren’t these a little too heavy for you?”

He laughs, another one of those deep sounds that sends a tingling warmth down your spine. “Depends. On a completely unrelated note, how much would I have to lift to impress you?”

Buff and bold, you swoon, biting down a smile as you watch one tantalizing drop of sweat run over his Adam’s apple.

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[1kook]

jin and namjoon love triangle with oc it could be smut or anything u want

It’s always been a competition for them.

Sometimes, you find yourself wondering why you still indulge them in their childish rivalry, caught in the middle between two prideful men whose incessant need to be the best threatens to overpower their lust for you.

Today, it’s Namjoon between your thighs. It starts off the same, always the same. He murmurs your name, kisses the soft skin, and gets to work. His tongue is achingly warm, dips between your folds and makes itself at home against your clit. He’s the silent one between the two, shows you his appreciation for your body by suckling the hardened bud between his lips, flicking his tongue against it until you’re digging your fingernails into his scalp. Soft and gentle, a practiced dance that he’s had years to master, kissing and licking until you’re begging for more.

And that’s usually when it starts. Your request for ‘more’ is usually translated in Namjoon’s mind into ‘better;’ you want something better, you need something better, and better is usually measured up against Seokjin’s abilities.

“Not good enough?” Namjoon huffs out, trailing the tips of his fingers along your slit. “Want me to do it like Seokjin?”

No, you think, you don’t. Seokjin is always so mean about it. Unlike Namjoon, he doesn’t put up a facade before he starts, tells you from the beginning that he’ll do you better than Namjoon. He’s more straightforward about what he wants from you, doesn’t try to fool you with promises of genuine adoration like Namjoon does. As a result, Seokjin is always rougher, harsher. He rubs his fingers over your clit until you’re spasming beneath him, begging him to wait. And when that’s done, he’s quick to slide himself past your tender folds.

“__?” Namjoon husks, and you snap yourself out of the memory. But it’s too late, Namjoon has already seen, brows furrowed together as he analyzes the flustered look on your face brought on by the memory of Seokjin. He scoffs, presses his pointer finger down meanly against your clit. “I’ll do it better than him,” he promises, and you shiver.

It’s always about him, about each other. It’s never about you.

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[1kook]

e2l with namjoon... the sexual tension when theyre fighting n everybody else eating popcorns watching

If there’s one thing Namjoon is good at, it’s getting on your nerves.

“That’s not how you play the game,” he snorts, watching from his position on Taehyung’s old recliner as you slap down two red cards on top of each other. “We’re not playing stacks.”

You roll your eyes, leaning back into your kneeled position anyway. “You weren’t even here when we made the rules,” you shoot back, shuffling your cards together before Jungkook can try to get another peek at them from the couch behind you. “Shouldn’t you worry about your twelve cards instead?”

Taehyung laughs somewhere to your right, but Namjoon doesn’t seem the slightest bit amused. “I didn’t know we were stacking—which is stupid—but if I did,” his turn comes around and he easily lays down six of his green cards, “shouldn’t you be worrying about how I’m about to win again?” The rest of the circle laughs at your typical banter, but all you want to do is kick Kim Namjoon’s ass, his stupidly plump ass, right above those stupidly thick thighs, thighs that would certainly feel good on your—

“Your turn,” Jungkook nudges, knee against your shoulder. Then he leans close, smells a little like that sparkling water he likes. “If you have a draw four, put it down. Me and Yoon both have one and we can knock Namjoon up to eighteen cards!” he whispers gleefully. You grin, nonchalantly setting down your card. Taehyung, who isn’t in on your little plan, laughs at Jungkook instead.

Suffice to say, Namjoon ends up with eighteen cards, down to sixteen when you set down your last card and win the game. “Boo hoo,” you feign, barely keeping the laughter out of your voice as you get up. “Looks like Joonie loses again.”

He rolls his eyes, following you and Taehyung into the kitchen for more drinks. “Fuck you,” he spits.

“You wish,” you purr, brushing brush past him on your way to the cabinet, on your toes to reach for the glasses.

Instinctively, his hand comes to your hip to hold you steady. Somewhere behind you, Taehyung’s got his head stuck inside the fridge, rummaging around the very back for more drinks. Namjoon gives you a squeeze. “And if I do?” he murmurs, the deep timbre of his voice sending shivers down your spine. Your hand slips, ends up clutching at the cabinet shelf.

He presses closer, breath tickling the nape of your neck, hips against yours. There’s a faint stirring beneath his pants, a movement that makes you gasp. Namjoon leans close, lips against the shell of your ear. “Will you let me?”

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[1kook]

if your still taking prompts! namjoon getting all daddy dom bc y/n keeps pushing his buttons >:(

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“Doll, your hips,” Namjoon huffs for the third time, and you whine, let him manhandle you up right again until your ass is in the air just how he likes it, your elbows trembling to hold you up. He barely gets one more roll of his hips in before you're slumping back down again, chest and face pressing into the mattress.

“I’m tired,” you whine, bask in one last thrust before Namjoon snaps.

There’s a hand in your hair, yanking you back up right away. You would have gasped had a second hand not slithered its way around you, wrapping itself around your throat. “Tired?” He sneers, leans over until his body is pressed against yours, his hot breath fanning over your ear. “From what exactly, doll?”

“Fr...from holding myself up,” you stutter, reaching up to place a hand over his, the taught muscles in his arm making your skin burn.

Namjoon scoffs, ruts slowly into you. “Boohoo,” he says. “Last I checked little sex dolls like you don’t get tired, do they?”

You shake your head no, let your eyes roll back into your school when he finally lets go of your hair, lets his hand traverse the length of your body until he’s got a hand above your pubic bone, pointer finger just brushing against your clit. A warning squeeze around your neck has you choking out, “N-No, they don’t.”

Namjoon hums. Your body nearly gives out when he finally begins pampering your clit in soft touches, circling the bud between his fingers. “That’s right, they don’t,” he breathes. Your clit wonderfully stimulated, he leaves it behind, traces his fingers down your glistening folds until he brushes against the swollen lips stretched around his cock. “Feel that, doll?” You nod. “Daddy’s gonna ram his cock into you now, okay?”

“Yes,” you stammer, still clutching at the corded arm that’s strapped across your chest, and Namjoon loosens his grip around your neck.

“And you’re gonna let me fuck into your little pussy until I’m satisfied, aren’t you?” You can’t nod fast enough. “And when I’m all done, my pretty doll’s gonna lick our cum off my cock, isn't she?”

“Yes, yes!” You cry, rolling your hips back against him, and you can almost hear the smirk on his face when he praised you again.

“That’s right, because you just wanna make Daddy happy, don’t you?”

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[1kook]

omg smart woman y/n on problematic men and also namjoon on and they are competitive and make eachother laugh then he asks her on date afterwards uWu -- can u tell this is a fantasy of mine lmaoooo

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ngl i had to watch an episode of problematic men to remember what it was about forgive me also u planted a seed in my head i will be using for future daydreams ty

The director calls for a break halfway into the shoot, and the wacky group of men around you visibly deflate. Their humor remains the same, even off camera, but the fatigue from constant shooting, constant schedules also sets in, and you watch as they straggle off towards the buffet table towards the back of the set. You politely nod their invitations away, make up some phony story about a phone call you have to make, and walk off the set. The click of your heels is loud against the makeshift floor, the same confidence you’d exuded on camera trailing after you with each step.

When you finally break into the sea of equipment and staff, you’re met with the sight of Kim Namjoon, elusive wordsmith extraordinaire—in short, the award-winning rapper who had joined the program with you today. His high intelligence wasn’t the only thorn in your side, as you’d also come to find he was incredibly quick on his feet, dodging teasing jab after jab, and even throwing them back when he could.

He was devilishly handsome, plump lips stretched over that shiny smile of his, and had you been one screw loose, you would’ve fallen straight into every single one of his traps that day. The first time, the first teasing smile, you’d been slow, not having truly understood that he was targeting you with that comment, until his eyes had widened almost adorably upon your realization.

You were no pushover, and you would never become one, especially not for some man. So you did what you had to, gathered up all those years of play fighting with your group mates and unleashed them upon Kim Namjoon. You had played and taunted him, until the professional smile you usually forced yourself into for tv show appearances became less stiff and more real. And Kim Namjoon, well, Kim Namjoon had nothing to lose, and the heat on your cheeks grew with every cheesy wink he threw your way.

“Miss ___,” he smiles, completely unbothered by the stylist that was fidgeting with his makeup, tiny brush bouncing along that plush lower lip of his. You look away, meet his gaze and try to pretend you wouldn’t climb him like a redwood, see just how fast that mouth really moves.

“Kim Namjoon,” you return, extend a hand for a handshake, one you were not granted prior to the show. Namjoon takes your hand in his, gives it a tight squeeze and doesn’t let go.

You don’t try to pull away, in fact, the confidence in you has you daringly stepping forward, his stylist long gone. “I have to apologize for running late and pushing production behind,” you say, faux regret clinging to your words.

Namjoon brushes your apologies away, tugs your hand just the slightest bit closer to him. “No worries, everything’s going perfectly,” he assures you, gestures over towards the staff huddled around the buffet table. “In fact, you really surprised me out there,” he admits, with a practice air of sheepishness that you can tell is just as fabricated as the regret you’d used earlier.

He lets go of your hand, but he doesn’t step away so neither do you. “What do you mean?” You ask, tilt your head sweetly in the way that has your hair bouncing to one side, the length of your neck exposed. It’s just what you want, and by the brief flicker of his gaze against the exposed skin, you know it’s what he wants to.

A pause, and then he’s laughing, and this time you can’t tell if its fake or not, the laughter so enunciated it almost sounds ingenuine. But the glint in Namjoon’s eyes is anything but, and he casts one look towards the swarm of people, before taking you by surprise.

“Listen,” he says, stepping close, closer than you’d dared imagine, and your breath catches in your throat as the scent that engulfs you. “Laughing with these old dudes is fun, but how about you and I get some drinks after this?” You blink, can’t look him in the eye now that he’s so openly established his interest in you. Kim Namjoon’s lip curls, and one hand brushes against your forearm.

“What do you say? Entertain me some more?”

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