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kimnjss · 12 days ago
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nice change
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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tteokggukk · 26 days ago
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waiting game → jjk
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– fic type: social media au
– pairing: jungkook x reader
– genre: soulmates au, ex-friends to lovers, humor, crack, fluff, angst, slow burn
– warnings: explicit language, characters are still idiots (what’s new)
– status: ongoing
– updates: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, 10 PM KST/9AM ET
sm permanent taglist: @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd​ @gaeguuliii​ @justbangtanthingz​ @maknaechu
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SYNOPSIS
in a world where everyone finds a unique connection to their soulmate once they turn of age, y/n can’t seem to figure out her clue. after desperately staying up all night to find one, y/n decides to rest and write down her list of groceries on her arm, ultimately giving up on finding a clue along with the whole idea of soulmates. that is, until jungkook wakes up to a whole list of poorly written ingredients scribbled all over his own arm.
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character profiles
prologue (teaser)
one | don’t forget the eggs
two | here lies this conversation
three | when he???
four | spin the wheel
five | no backing out
six | still have a soft spot
seven | so u wanna go places
eight | in a friendly platonic way
nine | sweetie pls stop lying
ten | jul. 26, 2021
eleven | jul. 28, 2021
twelve | jul. 30, 2021
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ksjshoulders · 28 days ago
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this what i think bts love language is
a/n: this just my thoughts besties i ain’t do no formal type of research or nun just let my lil imagination sprint 🥸🤪
namjoon:
physical affection/words of affirmation
okay so i said physical affection for one bc like he seem to like initiate contact with people around him a lot
like in interviews he be having his hand on whoever next to him thigh or like when he be performing if it’s someone next to him he throws his arms around them a lot
not to mention like whenever jimin or jk or whoever start feeling up on him he never rejects it or makes a face or anything like yoongi does he just accepts it
like there’s so many stage clips where jimin will come and rest his chin on joon’s shoulder and he just lets him
or jk will just start touching on him some way grabbing his arms or sumn and it doesn’t phase him at all
another example is like on day 2 of sowoozoo when tae randomly came and linked arms with him and hobi during mikrokosmos hobi was like 🥴🥴 but joon was just 😌
and then there was that magic shop muster moment when jk was talking about how much he loved joon and how he was his beginning you know as president of the joon fan club does and namjoon couldn’t help but to go over and give his number one admirer a hug you know the moment
same thing with compliments he lowkey be eating them up
like you know how whenever hobi gets complimented he be like “😶 don’t say those things” joon don’t do that
like when they was asked to take their jackets off during the butter shoot and namjoon was like yeah okay and everyone started hyping him up and he was just 💁🏼‍♂️😜
and again on day 2 sowoozoo when he pushed his hair back from his forehead and everyone went OHHHHHSWJJSJS SEXY NAMJOON and then he decided to murder us all by tilting his head back on top of that adding insult to injury i would insert the picture but for my mental health i will not
and again whenever they talk about him being such a great leader he never shies away from it doesn’t cringe always accepts it so you know it must mean a lot for him to hear those things
aside from that tho he’s such a poetic person
like he is definitely involved in an intimate affair with language so there’s no way he wouldn’t appreciate you verbally telling him how he makes you feel
like just think about how many times he’s said he wants to sit down with each army and listen to their story
that being said if this was your man i think you’d definitely have to both show and tell him how you feel
like if he was about to head out for work you definitely got to kiss him before he leaves
and if you on the phone with him the last words you’re saying are i love you
and he’s definitely gonna cherish it each time always gonna have that cute little smile dimples caved in his cheeks bc you love him and he feels it
seokjin:
acts of service/words of affirmation
alright so ngl the reason i said acts of service for seokjin is like almost 100% based on his reaction to tae setting up that birthday event for him where he had his friends send him messages
he talked about it for WEEKS like he was genuinely so moved that i just like he has to love it
and then there’s like how much he bothers jk to like do simple stuff like i’m specifically thinking about that one moment in bon voyage 4 when he was sitting down at the table and called jk to help him up
and then there’s also little things he does for others like when he peeled tae’s tangerines for him or when he offered to feed yoongi bc he was driving or how he always offers bites of his food before even gets a chance to taste it
now i say words of affirmation bc he always searching for a compliment
my minds going to when jk hurt his foot and jin was pushing him in the wheelchair and kept feeding him lines to say about how he was such a good hyung and how he loves him
or in the behind the scenes for the boy with luv video and he kept tryna get tae to compliment him for being witty
and my boy never misses a chance to introduce himself as worldwide handsome
even though he does a lot of those things jokingly there are moments when he’s serious too about giving compliments and shy when he receives them like in those be interviews when he called jk a singing genius and jungkook was talking about how he had the most range and he got all ☺️☺️
or that moment from in the soop when he was comforting yoongi about like not having regrets and when yoongi told him he wanted to be like him just those kinds of moments let me know words are important to him
which just made me remember how hard he tries with his lyrics and how important they are to him like when he was writing awake and he talked about how he kept getting rejected but he was super insistent bc it was important for him to sing the words he wrote and don’t even get me started on moon i just-
anyway jin done said many times he is a man of the present so if you’re with him you gotta actively show/tell him
if you’re at the store pick him up some gummies
if you know he’s got a long day ahead of him maybe pack him some snacks to take with him in the morning
if his hair looks nice tell him
send him messages throughout the day even if he can’t respond immediately
he claims he’s a man of the present but whenever he takes a moment to reminisce the past he’ll look back and know just how much you care about him
yoongi:
quality time/acts of service
listen as much as this man loves spending time alone the time he spends with others means a lot to him
like how he always go fishing with jin even tho he ain’t particularly fond of it
or how like in in the soop he had made plans to play games with jimin and did so extensively
also from in the soop when he had spent most of his day outside reading but then he had heard everyone starting to make the theme song and immediately ran to get his equipment to record and what not
not to mention his poem from the end of that one run episode where they went on like a mini trip or whatever and he was like “what a relief that we have seven members. what a relief that we have each other.”
like being all together is important to him
like i just think about that one scene from one of they movies ion remember which one but they were all gathered around the table and it was when he had told them how he actually hurt his shoulder and they was talking about how they was worried about jk and how he need to come out his room and it’s not even the content of the scene but just like the fact that he ain’t have to be there but he was
and also can’t neglect to mention how he whined for y e a r s about how ain’t nobody come to visit him on set when he was filming the videos for his first mixtape like mans wouldn’t let that go and then how touched he was when they made appearances on his daechwita set even if he couldn’t express it properly
and how he begged for them to make cameos in the video and how happy he was when jin and jk did
and he doesn’t ever forget to mention whenever him and hobi hang out he’s like yeah we went for a drink and dinner and talked and blah blah
he loves it when people make an effort to be around him
now acts of service i got this all on a whim okay like… listen… we all been there we have all watched an ideal type video on youtube don’t lie okay
and up there it be like he want someone to bring him food in the studio and take care of him and stuff like that and in this case the math maths
you really can see that in how he treats others
like just the other day i saw a gifset somewhere and the boys were like yeah yoongi always takes care of us he don’t make eye contact tho
not to mention how he always cooks for them when they go on trips
and even though he ain’t give seokjin his song yet we know it’s coming! eventually!
and whenever they be ganging up on jungkook yoongi always the first one to be like “stooooppp you gon make him cry”
my baby just always be doing little things for others to show he cares okay 🥺
so if you got with my baby you gotta take care of him 🥺🥺🥺
he really needs someone that understands him bc he not gonna say anything
if you’re all hanging out together make sure you’re by his side so he knows you want to be there with him
if he’s busy stuck in his studio drop by even if you just end up laying on the couch he’s gonna appreciate you just being with him
and bring food my baby getting buff he need all the veggies and protein he can get
hoseok:
receiving gifts
i really had to think about this one but once i connected the dots yeah it makes total sense
like he looooves shopping loves getting stuff so when other people give him stuff i know he just 🥰🥰🥰
hobi lights up when he gets gifts they don’t always have to be big but i know he very much appreciates them
like how in the army corner store festa video when asked to bring something meaningful to them he brought those figurines which was the first gift a fan gifted him
which makes me think about how those limited edition figurines dropped and hobi was like i need to get one for namjoon and then namjoon was like i need to get one for hobi and so they ended up with like two of them or something like that
also from festa in the little photo booth mission every time he won a prize he was like yaaasss omg and was thinking of ways to put it to use like when he got that picture frame he immediately stuck them film strips in it he probably got it hanging in his room or in his studio by now tbh
and i think it was on the canada run bts episode where jk bought him those slippers and he was super happy
even when they were in hawaii and him and jin were hungry on the bus and he asked jin for gummies like ofc jin had to get on his nerves first but when he finally gave him his snacks he went from 😐 to 😚
or how he still has that change purse that namjoon bought him in malta (probably still got the money in there too tbh)
speaking of malta got me thinking about how tae went out of his way to win hobi that flamingo bc he said he’d never seen one and when tae gave it to him he went parading it around telling everyone that tae won it for him and then said he was gonna put it in his studio
and he got that chicken leg pillow they gave him from you quiz on the couch in his studio
and i think it was from the 2020 winter package he was so happy when jin bought him those ugly little troll elf things with the hat you know what i’m talking about
and he commented like three times when jungkook drew that picture of him for his birthday
and we know mans be giving gifts too
like how he got yoongi that coffee truck on the set of daechwita
and when they were on the speak yourself tour and he went out shopping on a day off and bought jin a sweater or something
and how he slaved through like 2 or 3 lives making bracelets for the members and then gave it to them on the bang bang con live
and the most devastating one of all when they had to give each other gifts i think it was on the run episode with all the water games but i could be wrong anyway and like most of them gave each other gag gifts like their merch or whatever but hobi gave jimin (and the rest of the members) a cd for his song promise it had a little photo book in it and everything 😭😭😭
so like whoever gets with this fine specimen gon have to throw a few dollars together to make sure this man is kept
not really i’m sure he doesn’t expect you to sell your car for a gucci peacoat or your soul for a rolex
but if you did decide to save up for some time to get him a little extravagant gift i know he’d more than appreciate it
more often than not though it’d be the little things that got to him like if you bought a simple t shirt from the store but then kinda like upcycled it drew little doodles on it wrote “i’m your hope” somewhere on it there would definitely be a picture uploaded of him on weverse or twitter wearing it
or if you decided to compile the pictures of you two together into a scrapbook or something he’d keep it somewhere accessible like in a drawer in his desk in his studio and flip through it with a little smile on his face when he’s missing you
and even if it was something even smaller than that like say he mentioned in passing that like idk he was out of eggs or something and you bought him some he just might marry you
jimin:
physical affection/quality time
the first thing that comes to mind with this for jimin is how he comforts his boys
like there’s so many behind the scenes clips from tour where like jk or tae will be upset with their performance and crying and jimin would be the one to come up behind them and hug them and wipe their tears
same concept for that one moment in bon voyage 3 when they told him that tae was crying and he just kinda hugged him and wiped his tears and hovered around him to make sure he was okay
or when they left hobi at the gas station in bon voyage 4 and then went back to pick him up he still hugged hobi even as he was laughing evilly
also in bon voyage 4 when they went on that helicopter tour and they was on the mountain and him and tae tackled each other and was rolling in the snow
and he is just like always in jk arms like he just jumps on him for no reason like in that video where lee hyun is acting as one of bts’ management
also in the behind from i think when they were practicing for the 2019 bbmas i believe at some point jungkook was holding that man spinning him in circles or sumn like that
and there’s also that one comeback show when him and tae were in the comic book cafe and they were just cuddled up together looking at tae’s phone practicing english i think
and on that one joon live when him and tae crashed and just caused a whole lot of commotion i’m pretty sure at one point they were cuddled on the couch and then jimin told tae his breath stinks and tae proceeded to open his mouth over the air purifier
anyway clearly he is a man with hands
but he also is someone who loves to spend time together it’s important to him
like i just think about how when they had their “break” back in 2019 he talked about how he just traveled the entire time and he went with various friends and family
and i’m pretty sure it was bon voyage 3 when they were doing their friendship trips and trying to make fresh pairings or whatever he was like i don’t think there’s any surprising pairing with me and it’s like… that’s true
like you got minimoni, minimini, jikook etc… all tried tested and true man gets around his band
and he’s the main one who’s always like “yeah bro we should live in the dorms until we’re 50”
and he always talks about how he can’t be alone and how he’s always gotta be doing something with someone
and his lives!!! his lives!!!! when he spends time with us it’s always so intimate and personable
like you can’t tell me that i ain’t have dinner with him and jin after a show in the hotel room and we drank off camera even after the staff told us we couldn’t 😤🤚
there’s also that time he went live and someone said they had some kind of condition and then he took it upon himself to look it up and try to find treatments
just liiiike whenever he goes live every minute counts bro and yes this is me trying to summon him bc we ain’t had a solo jimin live since october and i know they super busy but i miss 😓😓😓
so for this mans i just feel like you just gotta really be with him
just like he makes every second count you have to as well
like he’s gonna want to have your full attention and you’ll definitely have his he’ll be obsessed with you tbh
however he doesn’t always have the time and his schedule definitely isn’t the most accommodating so he’s gonna want someone to put in the effort
but as long as you make sure he knows you’re all in he’ll always meet you halfway
taehyung:
words of affirmation
now this one has been stated explicitly multiple times and he’s admitted it himself
specifically during let’s bts in their segment within the segment and namjoon was like taehyung the kind of person who grows from compliments
and i ain’t even got the right words to express how i feel about the smile he couldn’t help when hobi had them all tell tae that they like him
not to mention the story he told during the festa video last year about how he always tried his very best to get hobi to praise him and how disappointed he was when hobi didn’t get it
and i may be tripping but didn’t like earlier this year he didn’t post on weverse or twitter for like a month or so because he wanted to keep seeing us say how much we miss him???
and in bon voyage season 2 when they had to write letters to each other and he wrote his to jimin and then cried when he read it
there’s also a moment in bon voyage 4 when he and rm were about to sleep in the same space and he asked joon if he could cuddle him and joon was like 🥴🤚 how bout no and tae was like you do like me right? and rm was like yeah of course but let’s not cuddle bro
also in that weverse magazine interview they did he talked about how depressed he got when they weren’t able to perform and he only felt happy for a while when he was able to communicate with us
and in turn he’s very verbally supportive as well
like at that one fan sign they was talking about bon voyage and they asked army which season they liked better 1 or 2 and someone said 1 and taehyung was like “😐 now why would you say that bc namjoon won’t even in that” even though really it was only like 1 or 2 episodes he missed out on
and like he’s always hyping seokjin up like when they were doing the map of the soul 7 comeback live and jin was talking about how he wasn’t a good dancer and taehyung was like 😡 don’t say that bc it’s not true you’re good and you always been good
and in the let’s bts thing again it was important for him to let jimin know that he likes him best like they really are best friends y’all 😭
and when he talks about how much he loves suga’s raps
and that moment in the soop when he set up a date for him and jungkook to talk out whatever tension they had or whatever
and how during those individual be interviews he had hobi flustered when he complimented his passion for music
and he always be saying like the most comforting stuff on weverse letting army know he’s there as a source of comfort at all times even when he can’t be
like this man is literally the creator of borahae meaning that we’ll love and support each other for a long time
so if you get with tae communication is key!!!
you gotta tell him how you feel about him
if you’re out and about and see something that reminds you of him? tell him. if you like his hair that day? tell him. if he does something that pisses you off? tell him. if you miss him? tell him. if you love him? tell him.
like y’all gon talk about everything and nothing at all some days you’ll be discussing aliens and parallel universes other days you’ll be like discussing the future of your relationship
and ya know he a busy man so you not always gon be having long and drawn out heart to hearts so i think he’d love it if you just sent messages throughout the day something that let him know you were thinking of him even if it’s just a picture of a possum you chased down or if you spammed him with tiktoks you thought he’d like
he’d be looking at his phone like 🥰🤳 thinking about how much he loves you
jungkook:
physical affection
now this lil menace right here is touchy
always down for a cuddle
like on the canada episode of run when they were about to pick out rooms and he was like firmly latched onto hobi on the couch while they waited
and when they were practicing home for the magic shop muster and yoongi sat in the arm chair and immediately jk sat in his lap and tae sat in his lap
or how in in the soop after they were done eating he just went and latched onto jin’s back
and how tae had went to go wake jk up that one time and they ended up falling asleep
or how jk had went to wake up jimin that one time and they ended up falling asleep
there was just a lot of jk cuddles going on in in the soop so i’ll move on
let’s talk about the pool water debate run episode where in the end jk decided to latch onto jin’s back yet again
i’ll take this moment to mention the jinkook moment that lives in my head rent free for no valid reason it’s from the life goes on countdown video where they were reading the post cards and he was wearing that big pink sweatshirt and jin was wearing that pink and black bomber jacket and jk just grabbed jin’s arm and held onto it and played with it and when he was done he just threw it away i… i think about that moment a lot there’s an entire section in both my head and heart dedicated to that moment anyway continuing on
i’ll talk about that time they were backstage for a show and they had them blow up mattresses and suga was minding his business resting and jk just rolled up and moved his legs and laid beside him and then hobi decided to pile on top
and whenever they’re on stage he’s always the most delighted when joon would suggest a hug he’d be the first one over there nose scrunched up giggling he loves it
there’s also many instances in interviews and lives where he just can’t keep him hands to himself
just like that last butter live when tae ended up with a crown of forks thanks to mr kook
and he never misses an opportunity to feel up joon
which makes me remember that time he kissed namjoon on the forehead
and he is just always carrying jimin for some reason
so in conclusion… physical affection
and if he was your mans you’d be on the frontlines of receiving all he has to give
not necessarily in public or around a lot of people but in a space where you both were comfortable yes
you’d just have to accept that when you’re standing around he’s going to give you a shoulder/neck/back massage for no particular reason
and he will latch onto you in different positions for extended periods of time
and you gotta do the same! like that’s your man! go give him a hug! a kiss! let him know you love him
cuddle up to him while y’all chilling watching tv
hold his hand while y’all talking
just like grab onto him and never let him go
he’ll be hoping you don’t
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taexual · 2 years ago
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Close Call / Namjoon x Reader
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Your first encounter with sasaengs could have ruined your relationship if Namjoon and his friends hadn’t reacted fast enough.
pairing: Namjoon x Reader (feat. Hoseok)
warnings: angst
words: 2.6k
ANON REQUEST: Namjoon wanting to break up with you over the phone and you realize it’s not him.
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“I don’t want to hang up,” Namjoon sighed on the other end of the call. You couldn’t hear him very clearly because the connection in the cabin he was staying in was just awful, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to end the phone call.
“Me neither,” you admitted. “I’ll miss talking to you in those few upcoming days.”
“I know,” he said. Namjoon and his groupmates were going to climb the Alps for the next few days and they wouldn’t have connection, so this was your last phone call with your boyfriend until he got back to the cabin in three days. “You’ll be okay, though, right?”
“Of course,” you said, your heart warming up. “You stay safe as well, okay? Don’t lose anything, especially not any limbs.”
He laughed at this. “I will try not to. We’ll be taking a safe track and, besides, the filming crew will be with us.”
“You’re basically remaking the movie Everest, aren’t you?” you sighed, still concerned about your boyfriend – as clumsy as he was – going out to climb the mountains for the few upcoming days with no way for you to check if he was okay.
“Not really, we won’t be going up very high and I don’t think the Alps are quite as dangerous,” Namjoon said. “Although, I’ve never seen the movie, so you know – maybe this will turn out to be Everest: Bangtan Edition.”
You were the one laughing now.
“Please don’t actually attempt to climb the Everest on your next trip,” you asked half-jokingly.
“As long as you don’t mention this idea to Jungkook, I think we’re fine,” Namjoon replied, both of you smiling in your respectful bedrooms, hundreds and hundreds of kilometers between you.
“Stay safe, please,” you asked again after a moment’s silence. “And give my best wishes to the rest of the team.”
“Will do,” your boyfriend said, sighing deeply as he realized – after noticing that it was well after 1am in his timezone already – that he couldn’t prolong his conversation with you any longer. “I have to go, baby.”
“I know,” you said, trying not to sound too sad because you were really happy for him – he was going to experience something amazing with his friends – but, at the same time, you have never gone more than one day without talking to him in any way, so this was stressful. “Get some rest tonight.”
“Okay,” he replied. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I’ll call you in three days,” he promised then. “Take care of yourself for me, baby.”
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The days when you didn’t talk to your boyfriend didn’t really drag per se – Namjoon wasn’t at war, after all; he was having fun with his friends – but you still found yourself feeling lonely every night that you couldn’t hear his voice. That was exactly why you had an alarm ready for the time Namjoon was supposed to return back to the cabin with the rest of the boys.
The alarm went off three days after your last phone call just like it was supposed to. But Namjoon didn’t call.
Suddenly concerned, you debated giving him a call yourself but then decided against it – perhaps he was tired and went straight to sleep as soon as he returned. There was no point to bother him with your call. And besides, he was supposed to be the one to call you and not the other way around.
You waited. Anxiety seemed to expand in your stomach and spread throughout your body with each passing minute because you knew that no matter how forgetful and clumsy Namjoon was, he was still very punctual and he would have hated the thought of you worrying because of him. If he really was tired, he would have at least sent you a quick text to let you know that things were okay.
Something had to happen to him.
Finally, after not hearing from him for three and a half hours since the alarm you’d set rang, you picked your phone up with shaky hands and found Namjoon’s number, ready to dial it and deal with whatever happened next. If he was tired, you wouldn’t talk long. All you needed was to hear his voice.
Surprisingly, however, Namjoon picked up on the first ring. The only concerning thing was that, although he answered the call, he didn’t say anything.
“Namjoon!” you gasped breathlessly. “Hi. Can you hear me? Is everything okay?”
“Hi,” he answered slowly. He sounded different – his voice was weirdly slow and monotonous –  but perhaps that was just the exhaustion. “I need to talk to you.”
“God, did something happen?” you asked, sitting down on your bed before you continued. Your body was shaking too hard for you to keep on standing. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Where are y—”
“I—I’m fine,” he answered as you listened to an odd buzzing in the background of the call. “I did a lot of thinking during the trip.”
You were confused as you waited for him to carry on but, clearly, he needed reassurance that you were still listening, so you cleared your throat. “Right. That’s good.”
“I have decided something,” he said, his voice getting deeper with each word. A little surprised to hear the warped way he was talking, you pulled the phone away from your ear to check if you were truly talking to Namjoon – you were. Once you put the phone back to your ear, however, you’ve missed part of what he’d said, “—and it didn’t make sense to me. So, I think we should end this.”
“What?” you asked, unable to guess what he could have said in the few seconds that you weren’t listening to him. “End what?”
“This relationship,” he said. A bolt of shock ran through your body and you were on your feet in a second, squinting your eyes in confusion. Instead of hearing him explain why he didn’t call you, you heard him attempt to break up with you. “I don’t think it’s going anywhere.”
“You don’t—what are you talking about?” you asked. You absolutely weren’t expecting this. “Did something happen during the trip? A-are you okay?”
“No. Like I said, I just thought a lot,” he said. “It hurts me to say this but I think it’s the right thing to do. I was always honest with you and, the truth is, we don’t belong together.”
“W-we don’t belong together?” you repeated, not even trying to conceal the disbelief in your voice. “Namjoon—”
“I’m sorry,” he cut you off. “I have to say goodbye now.”
“You—Namjoon, I—” you tried but it was pointless as short beeps answered your words, indicating that he had hung up.
Blinking your eyes, you pulled your phone away, unable to tell if it was a real conversation you’ve just had or if, perhaps, you’d dreamt it all. Pinching yourself was no use – your whole body was numb.
You spent a good fifteen minutes just staring at your phone after Namjoon had ended the call. Replaying everything he’d said, you tried to make sense of his words but couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried.
How was it possible that a three-day mountain-climbing trip lead Namjoon – who swore he loved you every night before he went to sleep – to a conclusion that he no longer wanted to be with you? What kind of thoughts did he get during the trip?
And, most importantly, what was the reason why he didn’t call you sooner? Had something else happened that made him want to break up with you – what the hell could it have been?! – or was he just scared of telling you that he no longer wanted to be with you?
Lacking closure and needing a proper explanation about what was going on – you just couldn’t understand why he would break up with you so out of the blue; it was extremely unlike Namjoon to give important news over the phone, not to mention how long it took him to prepare to give this news – you dialed his phone number again, only to be cut off by the operator, informing you that the person you were trying to reach was unavailable.
“What the—he turned his phone off?” you asked out loud, the hostility in your voice throwing you off.
You didn’t think this was real. It didn’t make much sense for Namjoon to play a prank on you, but it didn’t make a lot of sense for him to abruptly break up with you, either. And you couldn’t decide if you were starting to feel angry because you couldn’t figure out what was going on or because a small—and, clearly, very insecure—part of you actually believed that there was a chance that Namjoon did decide to break up with you.
Suddenly, your phone started to ring and you nearly flinched in surprise. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Namjoon’s name that lit up your screen – it was Hoseok’s.
“Hello?” you picked up, albeit tentatively.
First, a confusing call from your boyfriend — or was it ex-boyfriend now? — and then an unexpected call from his best friend? You dreaded to think what Hoseok was going to tell you.
“Hey! Where are you? We’re back in Seoul,” he said, his voice slightly panicked.
“What? You’re here?” you asked, more confused by the second. “W-where’s—”
“Yeah, we ended up having to cut our climbing short – Yoongi got a fever but he’s okay now – so we came back home. Uh, Namjoon lost his phone at the airport, though,” Hoseok explained and you felt a cold wave wash over your body. “We’ve been looking for it for the past three hours. Listen—”
Your heart almost stopped as your previously numb body suddenly became ice cold, freezing every thought you might have had, and only allowing you to reach the obvious conclusions: it wasn’t Namjoon who’d called you. He wasn’t the one who broke up with you.
Interrupting Hoseok, you quietly spoke, “I, um—I think someone may have found his phone.”
Hoseok was surprised to hear this. “What?”
“Yeah. I got a call from, uh—from Namjoon, I had assumed,” you explained, slowly starting to realize what had to have happened: someone chose to play a cruel prank on you. “About two hours ago.”
“But that’s impossible,” Hoseok said, clearly struggling to understand what you’ve already understood. “Namjoon lost his phone—are you sure the call was from him? You talked to him?”
You couldn’t believe your naïve, ready-to-believe-anything mind. Had you really thought – even if just for a moment – that Namjoon would actually do something like this? He would never even try to. And you knew that. Or, at least, you thought you did.
“I did,” you confirmed, suddenly desperately wanting to hit something. “It even sounded like him. God, I can’t—”
“Hey, do you want to talk to him?” Hoseok cut you off, noticing how the coldness slowly started to leave your voice, only to be replaced with desperate fury. Whatever not-Namjoon had said to you on the phone was clearly no longer Hoseok’s business. “He’s here right now. He went around the terminal with Taehyung but, uh, they didn’t find anything from what I see. He’s already extending his hand for the phone, so I—”
“Hey, it’s me,” Namjoon’s voice replaced Hoseok’s before the older boy finished his sentence. You inhaled deeply, your heart immediately starting to beat faster at the sound of your boyfriend’s words – this was Namjoon. How could you ever mistake someone else for him? “I’m so sorry about this. I-I misplaced my phone and I don’t know where it is. I couldn’t call you.”
“That’s, uh…” you started to say, noticing how difficult it was to talk to him – even though you knew it was really him this time – after the fake break-up you went through not even half an hour ago. “That’s okay.”
“I figure it’s possible that my phone is just somewhere in my suitcase but—”
“Someone found it, Joon,” you cut him off, wanting to get this out faster so you could decide what to do next. “Someone found it and called me, pretending to be you.”
Namjoon went quiet on the other end and you were starting to think your phone had died, but then he finally spoke.
“W-what?” he asked, just as confused as Hoseok was before when you’d tried – and failed – to give him a quick breakthrough of what had happened. “What did they say?”
“They, um, they broke up with me,” you revealed, suddenly feeling choked. “Well, I thought it was you doing the breaking-up.”
“Jesus,” Namjoon exhaled. He was much faster at understanding who had his phone than Hoseok was. “Are you home right now?”
“Yes, I’m—”
“Okay, I’m on my way,” he said. “Block my number. If I’ll want to call you until I get to your place, I’ll have to figure out how to use a payphone. O-or I’ll just take Hoseok’s phone with me. Anyway -- do not pick up any more calls from my number, do you hear me?”
“Okay,” you said weakly but then swallowed your tears and cleared your throat to try to lose the uncomfortable ball of anxiety stuck there. “W-what are you going to do about the phone?”
“I couldn’t care less about it, to be honest with you,” Namjoon said. You were starting to have a hard time understanding him as the wind started to blow all around him. He must have left the airport already. “But I do know that no one will ever get away with this. How long ago did they call you?”
“Not very long,” you said. “About twenty or so minutes.”
“My God, you spent twenty minutes thinking I wanted to break up with you,” he spoke quietly, not needing you to say it – he could hear all the emotions you’ve gone through in your voice. “Baby, I’m so sorry.”
You could feel the tears returning – you didn’t welcome them because you couldn’t understand what was the point of crying; all had ended well, right? – so you shook your head to hopefully get rid of them.
“It’s okay,” you whispered. “We’re okay. Right?”
Inhaling sharply after your question, Namjoon stopped walking to give you his full attention.
“Don’t ever ask me that again,” he warned you. “We are more than okay. We’re perfect. I love you so much and I would never even think about breaking up with you. You have no idea how angry it makes me to hear you doubt that right now.”
You didn’t want him to feel this way. You wanted to tell him that you never believed the words the person on the other end of the call had said while pretending to be him but you couldn’t. The part of you that had considered it to be possible for Namjoon to break up with you over the phone had spread your hidden insecurity about this relationship all over your mind.
“I’m sorr—” you started to say but Namjoon wasn’t having it.
“I’m on my way to see you,” he said, not wanting you to apologize because he felt like he should have been the one saying sorry to you. Guilt was trying to eat him alive as he couldn’t come up with an explanation why he didn’t immediately use someone else’s phone to let you know he’d lost his. “I’m going to hold you and kiss you to make up for this and for all the nights that I didn’t get to see you. I love you, yeah? I love you very much and nothing – or no one – is ever going to change that even if they try. Okay?”
You needed to hear this and he knew it. Namjoon never got tired of reassuring you that he loved you and that everything was going to work out when your anxiety acted up – he always knew what he had to say and he said it. And, although you felt bad that he’d dropped every other errand he might have had after the trip just to see you, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him not to come.
You wanted to see him and you’d have been right to assume that he wanted to see you just as much.
“Okay,” you nodded even if he couldn’t see you, smiling gently as a warm tear still managed to slide down your cheek. “I love you.”
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WOULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY
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Summary: You are struggling to pay your way through college. Upon confiding in your roommate you are introduced to the world of sugar daddies where you meet the perfect one for you. It’s strictly business... at least it is in the beginning. All you know for sure is that you aren’t supposed to fall in love with your sugar daddy.
Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex, strong language 
A/N: I know that this includes unprotected sex but I really want to take this time to say: please use condoms during sex. The pill doesn’t protect against STDs. 
Word Count: 13k+ holy shit
God you’d known college was going to be expensive. When even the application fee was $65 you knew that the tuition would be insanely expensive as well. But you hadn’t minded at the time. Since you were a freshman in high school you’d known that you wanted to go to this exact university no matter what. After applying you had waited anxiously, unable to eat as the date the acceptance letters would arrive drew ever closer. When you’d torn open the envelope you hadn’t been able to even look at it. You’d gotten in though.
“Of course you did!” said your mother and your best friend. You still couldn’t believe it. Yet you’d done it and not even the price of tuition was going to hold you back from going to said university.
You weren’t necessarily regretting your choice to go to the university, but you were cursing yourself for loading up on extra classes. Your books for second semester were more expensive this semester than they were the first, you were sure of it. Since you were also taking extra classes the price was even further jacked up. Your stomach was twisting into knots. You had no desire to ever apply for a student loan, not after hearing the horror stories of people who spent upwards of $50,000 taking out student loans. Would you ever be able to pay that debt off? You sure as hell didn’t want to live with debt for the rest of your youthful years. No, you refused to live in student debt.
Near tears, you pushed your laptop off of your lap and fell backwards into your pillow with a groan. You were only a sophomore in college! You hadn’t acquired any debt and didn’t want to start now, not when you were over halfway through getting your bachelor’s degree. You placed your arm over your eyes, willing the tears that were threatening to spill back into your eyes somehow. You were just so frustrated.
“You okay Y/N?” your roommate asked you quietly, coming over to sit on the edge of your bed. She placed a soft hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently. Even just touching your shoulder she could tell you were tense, all of your muscles contracting due to stress.
“Yeah,” you mumbled from underneath your arm. You weren’t really though. You felt dejected and slightly ill. The longer you laid on your bed the more regrets filtered into your mind. Should you have really gone to such a prestigious school?
“Hey, just sit up and tell me what’s going on okay? If it’s your grades just go talk to your professor. They’ll be happy to-”
“It’s the money!” you wailed suddenly, startling even yourself.
Your roommate stayed silent as she listened to you rant.
“I don’t know where my budgeting when wrong. I can’t have debt though! I refuse. Maybe… maybe I can, I don’t know, maybe I can get another job….”
You and your roommate both knew that it was absurd for you to think about getting another job. You were already working two: one that paid well and one that you actually enjoyed. If you got another job you could possibly drop dead from exhaustion.
“Hey, calm down Y/N. You’ll be alright,” your roommate replied softly, squeezing your shoulder gently again.
You finally uncovered your eyes to look at your roommate. She was thinking, you could tell. Her eyes were slightly unfocused and her brow was creased. She has ceased rubbing your shoulder. You sat up as you continued to watch her think and wondered what plan she could possibly be concocting.
“I have… an idea. I don’t know if you’ll like it. If you don’t we can totally find another way. But I’m not going to let you work a third job.”
You nodded expectantly. Your roommate was finally looking at you, her eyes holding concern but also… excitement? Whatever she had thought of clearly had sparked something within her and you were dying to know what it was. She rarely ever looked this mischievous.  
“Okay, well… my freshman year I was beginning to panic just like you were because I was starting to accrue a lot of debt… like a fuck ton. So, I joined this site where you - ya know - find sugar daddies… They weren’t even that old either,” she said to you quietly, almost as if she was sharing a treasured secret with you.
You raised your eyebrows at her confession, absolutely shocked. Even though you’d been living with her for nearly two years now she was still able to surprise you. It made sense though… You remembered she’d had a breakdown freshman year and had taken a break, but when she came back there had been something different about her. That was it. It was having somebody to care for her financially and you knew she enjoyed sex, she talked about it often enough. The idea was intriguing to you to say the least. You needed the money and if the guy was hot enough you were positive you wouldn’t mind the sex. Still, a rational part of your brain was wary.
“I don’t know… what if he’s a creep? What if I decide to go out with him and it’s a catfish? What if he, like, kidnaps me during the first date?” you asked, suddenly very unsure about finding a sugar daddy.
Your roommate looked at you with a mix of sympathy and amusement. “Y/N, calm down. I’ll walk you there and stay in the area in case you need me. My friend who suggested this to me my freshman year did the same thing. You need to worry less… and you totally will once you get a sugar daddy,” she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at you.
You shoved her playfully and giggled as well. Suddenly you felt giddy, overwhelmed with the thought of actually getting a sugar daddy. You! A sugar baby! The thought was less than absurd to you the more you mulled it over. If you wouldn’t have debt, it was well worth it.
“Show me the sight?” you asked shyly.
She nodded and pulled your laptop towards her, typing something into the search bar. Switching the laptop around so that the screen faced you, you couldn’t help but gasp at the sight on it. It was like a mix between a porn sight and an advertisement for rich men. It felt exhilarating yet shocking. You’d never really seen something so brazen.
“Let’s set up your account!” your roommate exclaimed excitedly and clapped her hands together.
Your hands were hesitant to touch your keyboard, but once they did they couldn’t stop typing. In less than 30 minutes your account had been set up with the help of your seasoned roommate and you were scrolling through your potential matches with her. You’d had to pay a small fee to join the site but it was worth it; literally any of the men that you’d matched with could pay it with their pocket change. They were all handsome in their own ways and a common theme was strong cheekbones and mischievous smiles on their faces in their profile photos.
Yet no man was particularly grabbing and holding your attention. In fact, all of their faces began to blur together and look, well, the same. You tried not to become dejected but it was considerably difficult. You had yet to swipe right on one man…
“Hey, don’t give up yet,” your roommate consoled and you nodded. “It took me a solid week to find a man that I was interested in. But it totally paid off. Seriously, you’ll find someone.”
She gave your shoulder a final squeeze before she left your room and went down the small hallway to her room in your shared apartment. You sighed deeply and continued scrolling through the photos of the men bragging about their talents in bed and their bundles of money. Finally, you gave up for the night. Hopefully a fresh start in the morning would yield some results.
As you were closing your laptop, a message popped up on the screen. Intrigued, you clicked on it. You were fully expecting it to be a welcome message from the sight. You were pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t. You were also surprised - though perhaps not pleasantly - that it appeared any person could message you.
joon94: hello Y/N. we matched and you swiped right. if you are truly interested I would love to get to know you more.
Your heart stopped for a second. You’d swiped right? On whose profile? Scrambling you went to your profile to see that you had swiped right on somebody, and you remembered him vividly. However, you’d lost his face soon after in the hordes of other faces. It was shocking to you how many rich men there were and even more shocking how many looked alike. Maybe there really were good genetics associated with being rich, though you were pretty sure that wasn’t how science worked.
you: hello namjoon! I am very much interested. what would you like to know?
You’d put everything important you could think of in your bio and you’d even had enough room to throw in a coy one-liner. What could Namjoon possibly want to know about you?
Your laptop pinged softly again, indicating that you’d received another message from Namjoon. Your heart raced as you clicked on the envelope icon.
joon94: you’re a student right? what’s your major?
You weren’t expecting that question in the slightest. Why would he even care? Didn’t he just want you to look pretty on his arm, have sex with him, and give you money in return? Namjoon was surprising you left and right and you were intrigued by him. He seemed mature, though not necessarily in age. He was mature in the sense that he held a lot of wisdom and perhaps even a lot of kindness. Quickly, you typed back your response, feeling slightly self conscious for some reason.
you: i’m an environmental major
You hadn’t been interested in a business major but you didn’t want an art major. So, you figured that you’d found something somewhere in between the two when you’d decided to go into environmental studies. You wouldn’t call yourself a hippie by any means, but you did care about the environment. However, saying it out loud to a rich man seemed odd to you. Honestly it was just because he was rich. You felt as if you should have majored in business.
Another message appeared on your screen and you felt yourself smiling as you read the response.
joon94: that’s awesome! very unique and it sounds difficult… i can’t even begin to imagine what it entails
Your smile didn’t leave your face as you typed back your response to him.
you: it’s… different that’s for sure. the department is surprisingly big though!
It felt as if you’d been talking with Namjoon your entire life. You felt comfortable sharing things with him already. He wasn’t pushy and he seemed genuinely interested in what you were doing and what you had to say. You could have kept talking to him all night but it was beginning to get late and he sent you one final message before logging off, his icon going dark. It felt as though he’d taken a little piece of him with you. You wanted more of this man.
Trying not to squeal you ran to your roommates room and entered, falling into her desk chair dramatically.
“I’ve found the one. I’m going to ask if we can meet tomorrow,” you gasped, spinning around.
Your roommate chuckled softly at your excitement and shook her head, going back to typing up a report on her laptop.
“I knew you would,” she snorted.
You couldn’t help but get up and throw your arms around her in happiness. You were saved! Now all you had to do was agree to get him to meet you. The naive part of you had no worries that he would agree, but the rational part of you wondered if he wouldn’t agree after having spoken to you only once. Were you getting into things too quickly? Your mood fell as you began to think more about it. Your roommate seemed to sense this.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? Don’t overthink it. Fate works in mysterious ways.”
Your smirked at her before going back into your bedroom and climbing into bed, glad that you only had two afternoon classes the next day. You fell into a deep sleep, the excitement from the day having worn you out. You didn’t dream of anything, though you wished that you’d dream of Namjoon.
The next night at exactly 9:30 pm Namjoon logged on. The entire day you’d been gathering up the courage to ask to meet him, but now that his icon was glowing you weren’t so sure you’d be able to follow through with your plan. Opening up the message app you were surprised to see the bubble to indicate that he was typing.
joon94: how was your day?
You smiled at yourself. You didn’t know what it was about this man but you liked him a lot. Like, a hell of a lot. It was really a gut feeling you had that made you trust him.
you: good~ how was your day joon?
You cringed a little, wondering if he would enjoy the nickname that you’d spontaneously given him. The bubbles popped up again to indicate that he was replying and you held your breath, mentally hitting yourself for possibly stepping out of line.
joon94: joon? I like it.
You let out the breath you were holding in, your smile returning to your face as you noticed that he was typing again. Joon… it had a good ring to it.
joon94: i’m glad you had a good day. my day was good… stressful.
joon94: can i be frank with you?
Your breath caught again at his sudden question and you tried to keep your hands steady as you typed back a reply. Your mind was racing a mile a minute as you tried to work out what he could possibly want to say to you. Was he going to ask you for nudes so soon? He did say that he’d had a rough day...
you: of course joon
You didn’t think you could breathe in the time in took him to reply.
joon94: i was hoping i would get to talk to you again today. i’m hoping this isn’t out of line but.. i’ve thought about you all day. would you be comfortable meeting up with me?
You let a deep sigh. You were in disbelief. All of the worrying you had done as you’d tried to figure out the best way to ask Namjoon to meet you and he’d slipped it into the conversation so easily. Maybe this was a sign that he really was the sugar daddy for you.
you: i would love to meet you!
The bubbles popped up again as he typed his response. Your heart pounded as you thought about all of the places he could take you.
joon94: there’s a café just a mile from my place if you want to meet there. i’ll send directions and you can let me know^^
You grinned at his cute emoticon. A few seconds later the directions popped up and you were happy to see that you were only half a mile away from the café. It looked fancy… upon looking at the prices you realized that it was truly fancy. $20 for an espresso??? Who had that kind of money to throw around? Namjoon, you realized. You again felt giddy at the idea of being treated so nicely. But… what would you give in return? Pushing the intrusive thought aside you replied to Namjoon.
you: it’s not too far from me either! i would be happy to meet you there :)
You waited patiently as he typed his response.
joon94: sounds great! see you there at 6pm? does that work?
You assured him that it did and after saying your goodbyes you signed off. Jumping off of your bed, you bolted into the kitchen where your roommate was was making her lunch for the next day. She didn’t even turn around as you slammed into the small kitchen island and yelped in surprise before slamming into the counter beside her.
“I guess it worked out then?” she joked, nudging you with her arm playfully.
You nodded enthusiastically, aware that you probably looked like a fool. You were simply much too happy to care though. It was all so much easier than you had thought that it would be and you had to celebrate. It was a joyous occasion after all… wasn’t it?
“I knew it would,” she scoffed, “you just worry way too much.”
You rolled your eyes but you knew that she was right.
“Can you still walk with me and hang around please?” you pleaded, suddenly not ready to venture out into the world of sugar daddies and sugar babies alone.
She nodded as she continued to make her lunch.
“Of course silly! Don’t ask me any more dumb questions,” she joked, pushing you away from her. “And stop breathing on my sandwich.”
You let out a big breath just to annoy her and she shoved you away with a disgusted look on her face. Wiggling your eyebrows at her, you backed away to shower and finish getting ready for bed. Happiness coursed through your veins and you felt slightly drunk because of it. You still couldn’t fathom how everything had fit so nicely together. You were very possibly going to become a sugar baby! Your debt problems would be solved!
Closing the bathroom door and locking it behind you, you stared at yourself in the mirror. You squashed your insecurities and gave yourself a pep talk. If Namjoon didn’t think that this would work out he wouldn’t have suggested meeting. No, this was going to work out.
Late that night as you laid in bed you began to think about keeping such a secret. You knew the stigma associated with having a sugar daddy. It really shouldn’t bother you though, you told yourself. Older kids would kill to not have debt after college and really, you were a legal adult - 20 years old in fact - so you were doing nothing wrong.
Snuggling down into your bed you smiled to yourself. Life was looking good to you and you were finally excited to be in college again.
“If you change your shirt one more time I might actually lose my marbles,” your roommate huffed, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance. She knew you were nervous but after thirty minutes of you changing your outfit she had had ENOUGH. She had even told you that you looked good in every outfit you had put on, even suggesting accessories that would go with it. Yet you’d rejected every single one.
“I know, but this has to be perfect,” you whined, stomping your feet slightly in frustration. “Maybe I should go with the first dress that I put on.”
You could feel your roommate’s glare on the back of your neck and you shrunk a little, feeling apologetic. You’d made her sit with you and help you choose an outfit only to choose literally the second outfit that you’d tried on. Slipping out of your current outfit you began rummaging through the gargantuan pile on the floor to find the above-knee flared out dress. You finally found it after a solid minute of searching and slipped it on, sliding your feet into comfortable tennis shoes. They weren’t necessarily tennis shoes, they were much fancier, but you wouldn’t call them dress shoes either.
Your roommate stood behind you to button the miniscule button on the neck of your dress as you fixed your hair. Nodding to yourself and meeting your roommates eyes in your vanity mirror you smiled, content with how you looked. Finally…
“Bag?” she asked you and you nodded. You wondered how it would look if you showed up with no bag, no wallet, and even no phone… and besides, managing a bag wasn’t terribly uncomfortable.
“Let’s go,” you sighed, looking at yourself once more before leaving your bedroom and then your apartment.
“What’s he like?” your roommate asked you curiously as she locked the door to your shared apartment.
You chuckled as you realized that you’d never actually told her anything about Namjoon. What could you say? You’d never met the guy but he seemed sweet and caring and kindhearted and smart. Could you even say that you trusted him?
“Well, I mean… He’s handsome for sure but he also seems like more than that. He asked me how my day was and seemed interested in what I had to say and he even asked me about my major! I just… I really like talking to him and meeting him just seemed right, you know?” you replied as the two of you caught the bus to go the café.
“You know you really shouldn’t like… fall in love with these men Y/N,” your roommate cautioned.
You scoffed as you looked at her, disbelief written all over your face.
“Don’t worry, I won’t. I’m not even sure he’s my type,” you laughed, turning to look out of the window.
Your roommate nodded and prompted you to continue. You just shrugged though, unsure of what else you could say about him. He was… unique and you were simply extremely intrigued by him.
At the stop near the café both you and your roommate parted ways, smiling nervously at each other. You were a nervous wreck, your palms becoming clammy, your heart racing. Doubts clouded your thoughts but another feeling was more prominent. Excitement. You were excited to meet the mysterious Namjoon.
Pulling out your phone as you arrived at the café you realized that you were exactly on time. Scanning the area in front of the café your breath hitched as you spotted him.
He was standing casually near the door, a dark blue suit fitted perfectly to him and you could tell by the way it clung to him that he was built well. His hair was styled perfectly, brushed off of his forehead to expose it. His eyes… they were gorgeous. They sparkled slightly in the lighting and you felt as if you couldn’t look away. He had an air of confidence about it but it wasn’t anywhere near cockiness. He was simply very sure of himself. Girls kept glancing at him as they passed by, giggling to one another. Swallowing hard, you walked to meet him.
“Hey, Namjoon?” you asked as you approached him. His eyes looked up to meet yours and a warm smile graced his lips. Even though he towered above you, you didn’t feel intimidated by him at all. Maybe it was is warm presence and the way he smiled at you.
“Hey, Y/N. I’m glad you could make it. Let’s go in?” he asked, skipping the formality of shaking your hand to simply place his hand a little above the small of your back. The gesture made your heart skip a beat but in a good way. You weren’t nervous or uncomfortable by it at all.
The two of you walked into the cafe. Your breath caught at the sight of it. The entire place was warmly lit, fairy lights around every window and vibrant green plants spilling over the window sills. The tables were wood and felt smooth to the touch. Namjoon had you sit in a plush armchair as he took your order and walked to the counter. You simply looked around you at the other occupants in the café. They were dressed casually just as you were, but their casual clothes looked much more expensive than yours did. However, Namjoon was by far the best dressed person in the entire café.
“One macchiato,” Namjoon said quietly as he placed the warm drink in front of you. You smiled down at the little cream heart in it and looked up as Namjoon sat down.
He motioned for you to drink and you did, closing your eyes softly as the coffee warmed your mouth and your throat. It was so smooth that it felt like drinking a cloud, only warm. It was quite literally the best coffee you’d ever had in your entire life.
Namjoon smiled at you from across the table as he sipped his own coffee slowly. He seemed to savor the taste as much of you, sighing and setting his cup down to lean back. He unbuttoned his suit jacket as he rested against the back of the plush armchair directly across from you.
“How was your day?” he asked softly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Honestly I was looking forward to meeting you all day,” you confessed, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks at how intently he was looking at you. Normally you would have basked in the stare of an attractive man but Namjoon made you feel shy.
“Me too,” he chuckled, his voice deep and melodic. You would have swayed if you were standing.
The two of you stayed silent as you continued enjoying your coffee. You kept catching Namjoon’s eye and smiling at him from behind your coffee cup and he simply chuckled each time. It felt like a game, perhaps even a warm up game. Both of you knew why the two of you were seated at that table but it seemed that neither of you wanted to voice why. You hoped Namjoon would take the lead like he’d done when the two of you were messaging.
He did.
“I think I should just say it… I know why we’re here. I’m interested in this becoming something, even if is only strictly business for me and monetary for you. I don’t mind. I think that I’ll enjoy your company,” he said slowly, his voice even deeper. He eyes held amusement and mischief. You could have stared into them all day.
“Yeah…” you drew out, unsure of what to say. He’d summed it up perfectly. “Can we… can we start slow though?”
You had blurted the last part out, catching even yourself off-guard. But Namjoon didn’t even have to mull it over before he was nodding. The two of you both seemed to understand that taking it slow would mean less money for you initially but you didn’t mind. You were beginning to feel like a charity case; any amount would help.
“I have a way we can start slowly. There’s a charity party at the company this weekend and I would like you to be my plus one. If it makes you feel better, think of it as a test run. If this doesn’t work for you, I won’t be mad if you decide to leave. Also, if this works out…” he trailed off, looking down and then back up at you through his eyelashes. “You are free to leave at any time. Okay?”
“You can leave at any time, too,” you replied.
Namjoon smiled at you softly as he took another sip of his coffee. Setting it down he dug his phone out of a pocket on the inside of his suit pocket. Unlocking it and clicking a few buttons he turned it around to hand it to you. You took it gingerly and saw that he wanted you to put your number in it. Your contact name was empty too. You had free reign. Typing in a name and your number, you saved the contact and handed the phone back to its owner. He looked down at the name and smiled.
“I like it,” he murmured, sending you a quick message so that you had his number and then slipping the phone back into its pocket.
The two of you finished your coffees and talked about your day. You specifically strayed from the topic of the party that was only two days away. As you were heading out of the café and about to part ways, you thought you were clear from talking about the party that was already plaguing your mind. But you weren’t.
“If you could send me your measurements I’ll make certain you’re equipped for the party. Send me your address and I’ll make sure you arrive on time,” Namjoon stated matter-of-factly as he turned to look at you.
You felt the tension leave your shoulders. Both of your problems had just been solved by this man. Maybe he could really solve all of your problems.
“Thank you,” you whispered, hugging him lightly to say goodbye before parting ways with him. You didn’t even have to look back to see that Namjoon was smiling at you, feeling warm from your sudden show of friendly affection. It had surprised you when you’d done it, but you didn’t regret doing it. It had felt right.
“How was it?” your friend asked as she met up with you at the bus stop in time to catch the last bus.
But before you could even answer she was bombarding you with questions, practically interrogating you. You could only answer her questions with a few words, but she seemed satisfied by them. She could tell you’d enjoyed yourself by the way you were glowing and by the way you held yourself up straighter than usual. Your lips seemed to be permanently curved into a soft smile as you thought about Namjoon… and how he could help you. You weren’t falling for him. It was strictly business.
“That is fucking gorgeous. You are fucking gorgeous,” your roommate breathed as she admired the dress you had on.
Not ten minutes ago a delivery boy had knocked on your door and you’d found yourself receiving a dress from, and you quote, “Mr. Kim.” You couldn’t believe he’d been able to have it made just a day after you’d given him your measurements.
You had tried it on nearly the second after you’d closed the door. It had fit perfectly; all of your curves were hugged, but not too tightly, and the color was the perfect shade for your skintone. He really was more than just a pretty face. “That’s really what you’re wearing tonight,” your roommate questioned, envy in her voice.
You nodded. You’d already done your hair and makeup as you’d waited for the dress to arrive. Having the entire outfit completed you really did feel like royalty. You couldn’t stop staring at yourself in the mirror and neither could your roommate, her mouth open in shock.
The doorbell ringing made both of you jump your of your skin. You looked at your roommate, suddenly incredibly nervous.
Go! she mouthed to you, pushing you out of your bedroom. You walked slowly to the door, your feet already beginning to hurt in your heels. Still, you were able to find some confidence in them.
Swinging open the door, you were met by Namjoon in a tailored black suit that fit him even better than his blue one had. You weren’t entirely sure how that was possible.
“Wow,” he breathed out, looking you up and down and reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “You look… wow. Really good Y/N.”
You laughed.
“You’re really complimenting yourself Joon,” you joked. “You picked it out for me.”
Namjoon shook his head as he held out his arm to lead to you his car.
“And I knew it would look good, but damn.”
You bit back a smirk as he led you to where his car was parked. Opening the door for you he waited patiently as you clambered inside of it before he closed it softly. You watched him walk around to the driver’s side and get in. The sound of the car roaring to life gave you shivers. You were suddenly incredibly excited. Your excitement didn’t lessen as Namjoon drove the two of you to the party, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye every second he could. He kept clearing his throat and swallowing. You felt proud of yourself for having such an effect on him.
You excitement lessened as you arrived at the party, Namjoon’s arm around your waist, to see the other beautiful girls and guys there. But Namjoon was quick to assure you that you were the prettiest one in the room.
“Hello sir,” a man even younger than Namjoon said, reaching his hand out to shake Namjoon’s.
Namjoon shook his hand politely and then introduced you. You smiled at the boy, noticing how a blush rose on his neck and cheeks.
You made an entire circle with Namjoon as he introduced you. You gathered that not only was he a rich CEO, but he was also incredibly kind to his employees. They all smiled happily as they greeted him and even smiled when he turned his back on them. And he was your sugar daddy.
You ended up getting stuck with the other dates men had brought as Namjoon had to make speech after speech and congratulate person after person. Listening to them talk about Namjoon, how good he looked in his suit, how jealous they were of you for getting him all to yourself, even asking you if you were willing to share, was beginning to get you all riled up. You tried to ignore their comments. You smiled politely at them and joked back. But a part of you knew that they weren’t really joking just as a part of them knew that you weren’t really joking in your replies.
You were beginning to realize that Namjoon could have any one of these girls. They were more experienced than you were with this- this sugar daddy business. It made something inside of you snap. You really had no fucking clue what you were doing but you were going to make Namjoon’s time with you worthwhile. Besides, could you really get a boyfriend when you had a sugar daddy? You didn’t think so. So, you may as well jump right in with Namjoon.
It really wasn’t a difficult conclusion to come to. The way his suit was hugging him… it made your mouth water quite frankly. And his demeanor. You didn’t believe he would keep up the nice guy act in bed and you wanted to experience what he could do to you. You’d never had an incredibly dominant partner which made Namjoon even more enticing. No, you didn’t want to wait any longer, it had just taken the other girls around you eyeing Namjoon like a four course meal that had made you realize it. You stared at him intently as you reached this decision. Your eyes burned a hole in the side of his head and he was practically forced to look over in your direction as he was in the middle of giving his speech. You watched as his eyes darkened and his grip on the award tightened slightly. He knew.
You shifted in your seat as you began to feel the familiar sensation in your core. You were slightly embarrassed to admit that you were already wet for Namjoon and all he’d done was look at you. Hell, before he’d even looked your way with so much lust in his eyes you’d begun to get wet. Just thinking about the man had made you riled up.
Your eyes roamed the room casually for an out to the party that would seem innocuous. You were so intent on finding a quiet place that you hadn’t even realized that Namjoon had finished speaking and had given the recipient his award. The polite clapping from all around you finally shook you out of your daze and you made eye contact with Namjoon again. He motioned his head towards a set of wooden doors and mouthed that he’d meet you in there. Rising to join in on the applause, you slowly slipped away from your table and slinked towards the wooden doors, not breaking eye contact with Namjoon the entire time. Pulling a door open slowly and just enough so that you could barely fit through, you slipped inside and closed it behind you softly so that it wouldn’t draw attention. Letting out a breath, you stepped back to admire the space you were in.
It became clear to you very quickly that it was Namjoon’s office. There were small couches and chairs surrounding a small, round table in the center of the room. At the back was a stately wooden desk and leather chair. It looked so official that you felt as though you didn’t want to touch it. However, you walked towards the desk. It was so pristine and neatly organized. Your hand wavered above its polished surface before coming down suddenly in surprise. The office door had opened.
Whipping your head around, you were met with Namjoon, sliding inside the room just as you’d done. Slowly he locked the door, the soft “click” the only sound in the room. Your breathing was staggered as you watched him. God, you wanted him. He seemed to sense this as his movements became less drawn out. He swiftly walked around the chairs to his desk. He pinned you against it, his hands planted on the desk on either side of you. His face was so close, so goddamn close, that you could lean forward a centimeter and brush lips with him. You were going slightly cross eyed as you looked at him, but he was looking down.
“Are you sure you want this?” he questioned softly.
“Yes,” you replied breathlessly, leaning forward to place your lips harshly against his.
He didn’t hesitate to begin moving his lips against yours frantically as well. He pressed more into you and you could tell that he was semi-hard already and it made you feel better about having nearly soaked your panties. His hips began grinding against yours slowly as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, one of his hands coming up to grip the back of your neck and the other coming up to hold the small of your back. Your hands came up to tangle in his hair. Letting out a moan at the sensation of him flush against you, you felt his hips stutter slightly before grinding into you even more harshly.
“Shit,” you groaned out as scooted onto the desk. Namjoon moved to position himself between your thighs, his lips moving down to lightly mark your neck. The feeling of his teeth nipping slightly at the soft skin on your neck gave you goosebumps. His hand left the small of your back to travel down to the inside of your thigh. He pushed your legs open more but did no more. He seemed to be waiting for something.
You pulled out of the kiss to look at him. You were already breathing hard and your heart was racing with excitement.
“I need you to tell me what to do baby,” Namjoon whispered. His eyes, darkened with lust, searched your eyes hungrily.
“I want you to fuck me, right here on this desk,” you whispered back, leaning forward to make a light hickey on his neck in return. He shivered as your teeth sunk into the skin lightly and your tongue smoothed the area over. “Please sir.”
Namjoon seemed to snap at being called ‘sir’. Both of his hands were suddenly on your thighs and he was pulling you off of the desk towards him. You let out a small yelp as your dress slid up in the process, showcasing your lacy panties. Namjoon didn’t even take time to admire them before he was slipping them down your legs, his fingers running down your thighs with them. He let them fall around your ankles and you quickly kicked them off.
Namjoon turned your hips and you followed his lead, turning your back to him and placing your elbows on the desk to show off your ass. You heard Namjoon groan, one of his hands coming up to knead your ass lightly. The other hand ran across your clit and your folds. Gently, he pushed two fingers inside of you. Instinctively, you pushed back to gain more friction. Your hips rocked gently and you mumbled that you wanted Namjoon to start moving his fingers. Namjoon leaned over you so that he once again flush against you.
“What was that baby?” he purred.
“Please, sir, please move your fingers,” you whined.
Namjoon seemed satisfied with your plea as he began scissoring his fingers inside of you before pumping them in and out of you quickly. You moaned at the sensation of his digits inside of you and you clenched your walls around him to gain more friction. Your hips were rolling against him and encouraging him to add another digit. He complied and the sudden stretch felt incredible. After not having sex in so long the stretch was perfect. His fingers and his fast pace had profanities and his name rolling off of your tongue in waves.
“Shit Y/N,” he whispered from time to time as he picked up his pace. He loved the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers and wanted to feel them clench around his length in the same way. Wanting to pleasure you further he brought his other hand down to rub your clit quickly.
The volume of your moans increased and you heard Namjoon chuckle.
“Keep it down baby. We don’t want the entire office to hear you.”
You tried to reply but you knew that if you did it would just be another moan. How on earth could his fingers feel so good? Your walls were clenching around his digits more frequently now and you could feel the warm feeling beginning to pool in your stomach. You were so close and already your mind was in a state of bliss. Your juices were running down your legs and coating Namjoon’s fingers. You couldn’t begin to imagine what a wreck you would be when your orgasm actually washed over you.
“I’m s- so close,” you moaned, pushing back against Namjoon.
“Is that so? You’re being so loud I never would have guessed… Maybe here isn’t the best place for this,” he replied, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.
Suddenly, his fingers pulled out of you and his body left yours. The sudden loss of contact made you turn around suddenly to glare at Namjoon who was smiling wickedly at you. You didn’t know what game he was playing with you, but you weren’t going to have any of it. You moved towards him and gained some satisfaction at the fact that his eyes widened at your sudden dominance. You were encouraged. Your hand moved to cup his bulge and you could tell he was fully hard.
“I’m sorry I was noisy sir, but I needed you,” you pouted.
Namjoon’s eyes widened more at your statement but he remained cool, leaning forward to graze his lips against your ear.
“You have to be quiet then when I fuck you, okay?”
You shivered, the warm feeling in your stomach returning and you leaned into him even more so that you were fully pressed against him. You began grinding against his hard on and he groaned in response, his hands coming up to grip your hips. He turned you around roughly again and you found yourself with your torso lying nearly flat against the oak desk. The room was silent except for your ragged breaths and the swish of Namjoon’s pants and underwear as he slid them down his legs. You spread your legs wider and waited patiently.
His hand grasped the side of your hip as he used the other to guide the tip of his length barely an inch into you. You sucked in a breath at the feeling and tried to push back against him to take in more of him. His hands held you still though as he slowly entered you. He felt so good inside of you, his length warm and hard. You wiggled against him as you got used to his size.
“Tell me when baby,” he groaned, his other hand finally coming up to grab your hips.
“Please sir, fuck me.”
It was all Namjoon needed to suddenly pull back and then slam into you from behind. Your back arched at the feeling and your walls clenched around him. He let out a drawn out groan at the sensation and slammed into you even harder. His pace was quick yet his thrusts were well controlled. His fingers were digging into your hips slightly but not enough to bruise. He seemed to know exactly how to handle you.
He hit your g-spot with his next thrust and you let out a loud whine of his name. He simply thrusted harder into you, his breaths coming out more like pants than anything. Profanities would leave his mouth from time to time, but his favorite thing to utter seemed to be the question: “How does it feel?”
“Tell me how it feels baby, you’ve gotta let me know.”
“So good sir. Please, do-don’t stop,” you whined, your forehead resting against the desk in pleasure. Your legs were shaking and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.
Namjoon seemed to sense this too as his thrusts became quicker. You truly didn’t last much longer and within a couple of minutes your orgasm washed over you. Your back arched and you fell backwards against Namjoon. He took that as an opportunity to move one of his hands down to rub your clit and draw out your orgasm. You were nearly crying from pleasure as you fell forwards against the desk. Namjoon keep thrusting into you, but his thrusts were sloppier and his pace was much slower. Seconds later he was pulling out, strings of sticky cum landing on your ass. You didn’t mind. You were much too fucked out to even really register. With a final groan he let go of your hips and stepped back to admire his work. He seemed pleased.
Letting you settle down from your high he grabbed a tissue off of his desk and began to clean the both of you off.
“Really? You have tissues on your desk?” you joked as you turned around and tugged your dress down. Your eyes searched for you panties which you found halfway underneath his desk.
Namjoon seemed to blush at you comment, though he was quick to reply.
“I’ll have you know that it is cold and flu season,” he defended, gathering up his clothing as well.
You snickered as the two of you dressed in mostly silence. You could barely hear any of the party behind the thick wooden doors of his office. You wondered if anybody could have really heard the two you behind them.
After dressing the two of you simply stood inside of his office. You didn’t want to rejoin the party and it seemed that Namjoon felt the same way. As if to stall, he took his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to you.
“Put in your paypal,” he commanded softly. You complied, silently typing in your paypal name into his messages to you and sending it. He seemed to notice that you didn’t have your phone on you. You didn’t have any extra baggage at all really.
You handed his phone back to him afterwards and he smiled as he slipped it back into his pocket. He fixed his hair and then leaned over to fix yours. He finally seemed content to rejoin the party. Offering his arm to you, he unlocked the door and pulled it open enough to allow the two of you slip through it. Nobody even glanced your way as you slipped out and immediately Namjoon began mingling with people at the party again. Namjoon winked at you and you completely relaxed against him. You joked with his coworkers and it really seemed as if you’d never left the party. Of course, the soreness in your core and legs was begging to differ.
“I have to wrap the party up. Stay here?” Namjoon said, looking at you with a soft smile on his face.
You nodded and released his arm from your grasp. You continued to admire how elegant Namjoon was as he strode up to the podium and gave a closing speech. His employees clapped and cheered which made him smile proudly. You couldn’t help but feel proud of him for being so liked and well received. You also felt proud of yourself for landing a sugar daddy as wholesome as Namjoon. You really were lucky.
The drive back home to your apartment was mostly silent. You were exhausted and beginning to become increasingly sore. You looked out the window and sighed at the feeling of Namjoon’s hand rubbing circles on your inner thigh to get rid of some of the soreness. After parking in the apartment’s built-in parking garage he walked you back to your number. He was really holding you up. The combination of mind blowing sex and your high heels was making it difficult for you to walk on your own.
“Thank you for coming tonight. I hope that, um, that we can do this again,” Namjoon said as he stopped in front of your apartment number.
You nodded and leaned up to press a kiss against his cheek.
“We will. I really enjoyed tonight as well,” you mumbled against his cheek.
Pulling away, you opened your apartment door and went inside. Closing it behind you, you slumped against it in exhaustion. Your roommate rushed over to you excitedly, peered out the peephole to make sure Namjoon had left, and then squealed with giddy.
“I take it that all went well!”
You nodded as you made your way to the bathroom to take a hot and relaxing bath. You were too tired to even reply. Your roommate just laughed at how wiped you were as she told you she would make tea for after your bath. Again, you simply nodded as you closed the bathroom door behind you and turned on the water. Stripping out of the dress and hanging it up neatly on the towel rack, you stripped the rest of your garments off and checked the water. It felt so hot, volcanic even, but it was just what you needed. Plugging the tub, you gingerly stepped in and sat down. The feeling of the warm water as it began to pool around you felt heavenly and you sighed as you enjoyed it. The events in Namjoon’s office were running through your mind. You’d never felt so satisfied by any man.
A sudden ping from your phone startled you. You dried off your hands before you reached for it on the floor beside you. Hanging over the side of the bathtub to avoid the risk of dropping your phone in the water, you saw that the notification was from paypal, alerting you of a payment from somebody. You clicked on it and a choked gasp left your mouth.
From Kim Namjoon: $250
Kim Namjoon said: I hope this pays for at least one of your course books. Thanks again for a wonderful night.
You accepted the payment without hesitation and set your phone back down. Sinking further into the warm water you felt a smile creep over your face. Your life was starting to feel as though it were back on track. You made a mental note to thank your roommate later. For now, you were going to enjoy the warm bath and the satisfaction that you could afford one of your course books.
For the next three months you sent Namjoon photos when he asked you to send them and in return you received money to pay for books and classes. Most of the photos were simple selfies. A few were nudes, but the majority of them were just of your face. Every so often Namjoon would take you on a date at a restaurant or party just to show you off. The food the two of you ate was always disgustingly expensive and you would never be able to afford it on your own. Once you’d insisted on trying to help Namjoon pay for dinner but he’d refused.
“You’re my date tonight baby. I’m paying for you” was all that he’d said as he whipped out his golden card - golden both figuratively and metaphorically - to pay for the dinner. After the date you’d received extra money as Namjoon’s way of proving to you that he could take care of you.
However, the two of you hadn’t had any more sex. It was beginning to make you worried. What if he didn’t want to be with you anymore? What if he’d found somebody else? Needless to say, irrational doubts were running through your mind. You’d consulted your roommate about it and she’d said that there were always lulls in the relationship and that since you were still getting money she didn’t even consider it a lull. Still…
You’d been writing a lab report for biology on your bed when your phone had buzzed. You figured it was a message from your lab partner asking you about your interpretations of the data. What you certainly didn’t expect was a suggestive message from Namjoon at eleven at night. Abandoning your essay by closing your laptop, you grabbed your phone and laid back on your bed to open the message, just to make sure it said what you thought it said. It did.
joonie: baby i need you… i need you so badly
you: what do you need sir?
You waited for him to reply, your heart racing and heat already rushing down to your core. You wished he didn’t have such an immediate effect on you. It made you feel pathetic.
Your phone buzzed again, pulling you from your thoughts
joonie: i have to work late and… do you still have that dress from the party? will you put that on for me?
You bit your lip as you read his request. Of course you still had the gorgeous dress and you already had an idea of what Namjoon wanted. You quickly replied to him, asking him to wait a minute while you found it.
You hopped off of your bed and quickly walked to your closet to find the dress. It was at the very front, on display as if it were at a museum. You shimmied out of your pajama shorts and shirt and pulled the dress on quickly. As an afterthought you shimmied out of your underwear as well. It was grandma-ish and had a few holes at the waistband. Definitely not sexy. Settling back on your bed, you pulled the dress up slightly and tilted your head back. Your fingers played with your clit. You were already slightly wet from just thinking about Namjoon jacking off to you in the dress. Positioning your phone you snapped a quick picture. It came out well in your opinion and you quickly sent it to Namjoon. Laying back, you waited for his reply, your fingers slowly circling your clit. You tried to bite back moans. Your roommate was in the room beside you after all.
Suddenly your phone began to buzz. It continued buzzing and you knew it wasn’t a text message. Namjoon was calling you. You picked up quickly, putting your phone on speaker, turning down the volume, and placing it on the pillow next to your head.
“Shit baby, I wasn’t expecting that,” Namjoon groaned huskily. You could hear the low sound of skin slapping skin and you knew he was jerking off the the photo of you. The thought made you moan.
You allowed two fingers to enter you just as Namjoon had done a week ago. You tried to imagine that they were his but it just didn’t feel right. You let a frustrated sigh.
“What is it baby? Are you touching yourself for me? Are you thinking of me,” Namjoon whispered lowly, his voice shaking.
“Ye- yes sir. But it doesn’t feel as good as when you touched me,” you whined, inserting another finger to try and emulate the feeling of Namjoon’s fingers inside of you. It still didn’t work and you were left largely unsatisfied.
You heard Namjoon chuckle on the other end of the phone. You imagined him leaning back in his leather office chair behind his oak desk pumping his length slowly, the image of you in your dress fresh in his mind. You imagined his phone unlocked, face up on his desk, and the picture you’d sent him showing clearly on the screen. These images helped you and you began moving your fingers in and out of yourself at a quicker pace. You moaned Namjoon’s named, earning a growl in return.
“Does it feel good baby? I’m glad you know that only I can make you feel so good. How good do I make you feel baby? Hmm?” Namjoon urged. You imagined his head thrown back against his chair, his hips rising up slightly to try and gain more friction. You gasped.
“I’m so wet sir. Just the thought of you makes me wet,” you purred, your other hand coming down to rub your clit harshly. The feeling of your fingers inside of you was starting to feel amazing when coupled with Namjoon’s dirty talk.
“Shit baby, I wish I was there to touch you. I would fuck you so much harder than last time. You wouldn't be able to walk properly the next day. God, just imagining your fucked out form is so good. Do you know how good you look after I’ve fucked you?” he teased.
You arched your back off of the bed at his words, a groan being ripped from your throat. You wished so badly that he was there with you, in the room with you, being the one touching you. You tried to imagine that he was. With his breathy moans coming through the phone so clearly it was easy to do so. It wasn’t the same, but it did feel familiar.
“You sound amazing baby,” Namjoon gasped.
At his encouragement your fingers pumped faster and even deeper. You hit your g-spot and let out a moan that sounded like honey to Namjoon. He grunted on the other end of the line.
“Come on baby, cum for me,” he cooed.
You could feel the warmth beginning to pool in your stomach and your legs began to shake with pleasure. Your breathing was becoming less steady and there was even sweat dripping down your forehead. You were so hot and you wanted to reach your orgasm so badly. With Namjoon’s urging words you continued to pump your fingers in and out.
“I’m - shit,” Namjoon moaned and you could tell he had reached his limit. You imagined him cumming to the photo of you again. Your walls clenched around your fingers as he continued to speak through his orgasm. “How - fuck - how can you make me feel so good even when you’re not here Y/N?”
Your hips began to rock into your fingers as you chased your orgasm. You knew it would be intense when it washed over you. And it was. You were seeing stars as you came, your juices dripping down your fingers and your legs, warm and wet. You were gasping at the sensations.
“Fuck” was all you heard from the other end of the line as you came. You tried to keep your mouth shut but you couldn’t and words began spilling out. You wished you could blame your orgasm entirely for them.
“Fuck Namjoon I- shit- I love you,” you whined as you came. Suddenly, it was silent on the other end of the line. You were confused until reality began to sink in. You’d just told Namjoon, your sugar daddy, that you loved him. The relationship was supposed to be strictly business and you thought it had been. Did you really love him?
Quickly you worked to correct yourself. Still gasping, you managed to rectify the situation.
“- your way of talking to me. It makes me feel so good sir. I love how you can make me feel even when you’re not here,” you continued.
You held your breath as you waited for Namjoon to reply. He let out a sigh on the other end of the line, but it wasn’t one of exasperation. It was a sigh of relief.
“I know baby,” he mumbled, “I feel the same.”
You let out your breath as you continued to come down from your high. You felt sticky and weak but so fucking good physically.
“Thank you sir,” you mewled. “Dream of me after you finish your work.”
You heard Namjoon scoff before the phone clicked, signaling the end of the conversation. You relaxed back on your bed and waited. Not even ten minutes later paypal notified you that you’d received another payment. It was worth $500. You nearly choked on spit when you saw the amount. What had compelled Namjoon to pay you so much? Surely that wasn’t the best orgasm of his life.
However, you didn’t dwell on the payment too much - in fact you didn’t dwell on it at all. You began to think about how you’d nearly told Namjoon that you loved him. The more you thought about it the more sense it made. You did love him, and not in a business sense. Somewhere along the way you’d caught feelings for the man. It really wasn’t difficult to see how it had happened; he was so sweet and caring and compassionate. He was a great lover and had made you feel like no other partner never had. Of course you’d fallen in love with him.
You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t love Namjoon. Why did you have to love him?
Standing up and taking off the dress, you hung it up carefully in your closet. You pulled on the clothes you had been wearing previously. Tears were still threatening to spill out of your eyes as you walked out of your room and down to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands. Your nose was beginning to become red and your eyes were bloodshot. You looked as dejected as you felt. You continued to stare at yourself in the mirror for so long that you didn’t realize your roommate had come to check why the sink water was still running.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” she asked, concern discernible in her voice.
You couldn’t even nod. Instead, you let out a choked sob and fell into your roommates arms. She reached around you to turn the tap off before sinking down to the floor with you.
“Hey, shhh. It’s okay bub. Did something happen between you and you know… him?”
You nodded and took a deep breath. It wracked your body and you nearly choked on spit. You hated how emotional you were being but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from sobbing.
“I almost accidentally told him that- that I love him. I love him oh my, God,” you sobbed, leaning your head against your roommates’ shoulder. You let the tears flow freely. You even let the snot flow freely, though she didn’t seem to mind. She simply held you closer to her.
“What are you going to do?” she questioned quietly. She knew that you shouldn’t have developed feelings for Namjoon just as well as you did.
“I- I don’t know.”
The two of you sat on the floor as you sobbed. You felt a sense of self loathing come over you, but you didn’t know what to do to make it stop. You didn’t want to stop seeing Namjoon. You didn’t want to break off the relationship. You just… didn’t. You knew it would be best for you but you didn’t think you could do that.
“Think it over, okay?” she said once you’d calmed down.
You nodded and allowed her to help you up and even tuck you into bed. You felt childish and stupid. She smiled sadly at you as she turned off your bedroom light. You mumbled a weak goodnight as she closed the door softly behind her.
Before you went to sleep that night you sent one message to Namjoon and then turned on Do Not Disturb for his contact.
you: meet me at the café we first met at tomorrow at nine pm. it’s important.
You fidgeted nervously as you waited for Namjoon to arrive. You were in the same chair you had sat in the first time. The café felt hot… too hot. You were already feeling sick and you hadn’t even said a word of the speech you’d prepared.
You hadn’t spoken to Namjoon at all since that night. Granted, it had been less than a day… but it had felt like years. You weren’t excited to talk to him, but you knew it needed to be done.
At exactly 9:00 pm Namjoon walked through the doors. He spotted you immediately, as if he had been drawn to your presence. He b-lined towards you, his eyebrows laced with concern. He seemed unsure of himself for once. As he sat down he seemed tense. He sat up straight; his posture was impeccable.
“What’s wrong Y/N? Do you need more money? Do you-”
You cut him off by holding your hand up. It would have amused you that he stopped at the gesture, but you were much too worried to even consider anything other than what you were about to say.
“I have something to say, so just listen to me before… before you leave okay?
I really enjoy what we have. It’s helped me a lot both financially and emotionally. I really- I really want to keep what we have, God I want to keep everything we have right now. But I can’t. We can’t. It’s not fair to you and, quite frankly, it’s not fair to me. I know it’s my fault and I don’t want you to pity me. Actually the last thing I want you to do is pity me. My point is… what I said last night whe- when I said that I loved you… I meant that Namjoon. One hundred percent. I don’t know when it happened or why I let it happen, but it happened. And I can’t think of any other way to stop feeling this than to end what we have.”
You took a deep breath and finally looked up from the table. Namjoon had gone pale and you didn’t blame him. You were unloading a lot onto him. He stayed silent though, expectant.
“I just wanted to tell you this in person. I’m sorry. I- I want to end this,” you finished lamely, feeling choked up. You’d planned to say more but you couldn’t get anymore words out. Your throat was on fire and it felt so tight, tighter than the leggings you were wearing.
You stood up suddenly, desperately needing to get out of the café and away from Namjoon. You stared straight ahead as you walked out of the café so that you didn’t make a scene. You could feel Namjoon’s eyes on you as he softly called your name. He didn’t want to bring attention to you either.
The small bell on the door rang as you excited and you began walking towards the bus stop without even looking back. Your heart was pounding and your eyes stung. You were solely focused on getting as far away from Namjoon as possible.
“Y/N!” a voice called from behind you. You knew it was Namjoon, but you kept walking. You heard apologies from behind you before a hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back.
Namjoon pulled you into him, your back against his chest. His head was resting on the top of yours. He was panting hard. Even though he had never hugged you before his hug was warm and genuine and familiar.
“When you said ‘I love you’ on the phone last night, I really hoped you were serious. I- God Y/N- I love you too. I know I shouldn’t but I do as well. This is so inappropriate and I know- no, I don’t know. I think about you constantly and I find myself bragging about you even though we aren’t dating.”
You didn’t say a word. You simply turned around and leaned up to press your lips against Namjoon’s. It was a silent plea as well as a silent confession. You wanted him to make the two of you official. You wanted him to stay with you for a long time. Namjoon, ever on the same page, kissed you back with the same amount of passion. His hand came up to cup your check and his thumb rubbed against the soft skin. You gripped the back of his suit jacket to pull him impossibly closer. When Namjoon pulled away you were out of breath, gasping.
“I want to take you to my place. I want to make this official. Is that okay?” Namjoon whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours.
You nodded and allowed him to pull you to his car. He didn’t even open the door for you. He didn’t have a chance. You were already pulling it open and shooing him towards the driver’s door. He complied and got into his car, peeling out so quickly you grabbed the handle above the door for support. He pushed the speed as he drove to his apartment. His hand gripped your thigh tightly.
You weren’t surprised when he pulled up at one of the most expensive apartment complexes in the city. It rose so high that you had to crane your neck to look at it. It was gorgeous.
Namjoon pulled you into the building, saying a quick ‘hello’ to the doorman who simply nodded at him, a surprised look on his face. Apparently Namjoon didn’t bring a lot of women home… The thought made you feel warm inside as you were pushed into the elevator. Namjoon pressed a button and pulled a key out of his pocket to allow him to go to the top floor- to the penthouse. Seconds afterwards you were pushed against the wall of the elevator, Namjoon’s lips attacking your neck harshly. You moaned and gripped his hair tightly. He smirked against your neck. You could feel his hard-on and you would be lying if you said you weren’t incredibly turned on as well.
At the sound of the doors opening you were turned around and backed into his apartment. Namjoon’s lips were still marking up your neck and you knew it would be impossible to cover the marks in the morning. Namjoon didn’t seem to mind at all though. Your back hit a door with a soft thud and he reached around you and fumbled to open up the door which led to his bedroom. When he finally got it opened he detached his lips from your neck and picked you up bridal style. You giggled as he threw you onto his duvet.
His bed wasn’t what you’d expected it to be. It wasn’t silk but rather a very soft cotton all around. In fact, it seemed humble, just like him. It was simple, not even involving a canopy. It was neat though, with his two pillows fluffed to perfection and his sheets pulled taught.
He climbed on top of you and kissed you softly, his hand coming up to hold your hip lightly. His fingers rubbed the exposed skin from where your top had come up. It tickled but it also felt intimate and you smiled into the kiss before whining when Namjoon pulled away.
“Shh, I’ve gotta take my shirt off,” he joked, placing a quick peck on your lips before sitting back and unbutton his suit jacket.
He shrugged it off and began unbuttoning his shirt. He was going much too slow for both of your likings though and finally he simply tore it off, buttons bouncing across the bed and onto his wooden floor. You helped him push it off and then leaned back to allow him to take your shirt off. His hands slid up your sides slowly as he did so and he never broke eye contact with you. You blushed under his intense stare. He smiled as he slipped your shirt over your head. He unclasped your bra and slipped it down your arms and you shook it off, throwing it onto the floor where it was out of the way.
Namjoon kissed down your chest. When he reached your breasts he kissed the sides of them and marked a few hickies on them. You arched your back, your hands tangling through his hair. He smiled as he continued to place wet kisses down your stomach. Reaching the top of your leggings he looked up at you, waiting for your response. You nodded at him and he pulled them and your panties down in one swift motion. He pulled them off of you entirely and threw them on the floor. He moved back up, planting kisses onto your thighs and he suddenly bit down softly and you yelped in surprise. He soothed the spot over with his tongue before marking another spot. Slowly, he made his way up and finally his mouth kissed your clit. He sucked harshly and your back arched again, your legs tightening around his head. He smirked against your clit before sucking harshly again.
He inserted two fingers into you and scissored them, making your hips buck against his face in response. Encouraged, he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, his mouth still attached to your clit. You’d never felt this kind of pleasure before and you let out a whine.
“God you taste so good baby,” Namjoon said he he looked up to catch his breath. His chin was wet with your juices and you couldn’t help but flush. He looked so hot between your legs.
His fingers kept pumping into you as he placed kisses on your stomach and made his way back up to your lips where you leaned up to meet him in a kiss. You could taste yourself on him but you didn’t think about it. Namjoon’s lips were so perfectly plump and soft and you couldn’t help but pull him down even more, unable to get enough of him. He was breathing as heavily as you were. You moved one of your hands from his hair and ran your hands down his chest to play with the button on his suit pants. He smiled into the kiss but he didn’t stop the movements of his fingers to unbutton his pants. You moaned into the kiss and your walls clenched around his fingers. Your legs clenched together as well.
“Hold on baby, you can’t cum yet,” Namjoon mumbled against your mouth.
You whined. You were so close and you didn’t know how much longer you could wait. You were shaking as you tried to hold back. Namjoon could sense your desperation and his fingers moved faster, curling up to hit your sweet spot. You were writhing in pleasure underneath him.
“Please sir,” you gasped, feeling Namjoon’s thumb graze your sensitive clit.
He smiled down at you and nodded finally.
“Go ahead baby.”
You gasped as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your eyes closed in pleasure as Namjoon’s name fell from your lips. Your hands came down to cling to his sheets, your fingers gathering them into your fists. Your hips rocked against Namjoon’s fingers. He kissed your forehead as you came down from your high.
“Are you up for more baby?” he asked softly, running a hand through your hair.
You nodded, your lips pressing a soft kiss against Namjoon’s.
“Yes sir.”
He nodded and sat back to unbutton his suit pants. Eventually he stood up to slide them and his underwear down. His length came free and you were able to see it clearly for the first time. It was red at the tip and as large as you’d imagined it to be. You could tell Namjoon was uncomfortable because he was so hard.
He climbed back onto the bed and hovered over you, positioning his tip at your entrance. You grabbed his chin and forced him to look you in the eyes as he pushed in slowly. He stayed still, letting you get adjusted to his size. You groaned as he seemed much bigger than you remembered. Still, he didn’t even need lube to slide in; you were soaking wet.
“Please, move. Do something,” you begged.
Namjoon smiled and began pumping in and out of you at a slow pace. You whined, pushing your hips against him to urge him to go faster. He didn’t though. His pace stayed excruciatingly slow.
“I love you Y/N. I just want you to know that,” he whispered as he buried his head into your neck. One of his hands grabbed yours and he intertwined your fingers with his as he continued to thrust into you.
“I love you too Namjoon,” you gasped.
At your words, Namjoon picked up his pace, a grunt falling from his lips. You arched your back to be flush against him and rocked your hips back to meet him halfway. He felt so good inside of you, his length sliding in and out of you easily. The smell of sex filled the room along with low grunts and profanities from Namjoon and your heavy breathing. You could feel the sweat on Namjoon’s body and you knew you were flushed. Since you were so sensitive from your previous orgasm the sensation of Namjoon inside of you made the warmth pool into your stomach quickly. Your legs were wrapped around his hips and you squeezed them together to get even more pleasure from Namjoon. He repeatedly hit your sweet spot and you screamed out his name. You were entirely glad that he had the penthouse so that none of his neighbors could hear you yelling his name or hear the pounding of the headboard against the wall.
“I’m so close baby,” Namjoon gasped, his thrusts becoming slopier each time.
“Me- me too,” you mewled as you buried your head into Namjoon’s neck.
Your legs were shaking as you released with no warning. Namjoon moaned as your walls convulsed around him. Your juices dripped down his length and onto his sheets. Namjoon kept thrusting into you to draw out your high. You were shaking when Namjoon finally pulled out of you and painted your stomach with his cum. The two of you were breathing heavily as Namjoon collapsed beside you. He kissed your forehead softly before sitting up.
“Let’s get cleaned up. I need to wash my sheets.”
You nodded and tried to sit up. You were so tired that you could barely do so. Namjoon noticed and picked you up princess style again and carried you to his in bed bathroom. He set you on the side of the bathtub as he started the water, checking the temperature to make sure it wasn’t too warm. You blushed, suddenly aware at how the two of you were completely naked and how every moment seemed so much more intimate because of it.
When Namjoon was satisfied with the temperature, he plugged the bathtub and helped you slide into the water. You sighed at the feeling.
“I’ll be right back,” Namjoon mumbled, kissing the top of your head.
You figured he was going to strip his bed to wash the sheets. You two hadn’t exactly been the cleanest… You giggled at the thought. Twenty minutes later Namjoon returned. He had put the old sheets into the washing machine and had put new sheets on the bed. He was also carrying two clean pairs of shorts and two t-shirts along with your underwear which he set on a stand near the bathtub. You sat forward to let Namjoon slide into the bathtub behind you. You leaned back against him and he wrapped his arms around your waist. His fingers drew patterns on your skin. The bathroom was mostly silent. You’d turned the water off so the only sound was the sploosh of the water as the two of you got comfortable and the occasional drip of the facet.
“I don’t regret meeting you,” he whispered into the silence. “I am actually incredibly glad that I met you. I just wonder what this makes us now.”
You stayed silent, contemplating your response. What did it make you? Did it really make you a couple? Although Namjoon wasn’t that much older than you he probably would have been considered a cradle robber. With you at 20 and him at 31… it was pushing the limit. Your parents wouldn’t be happy.
But he treated you so well. He genuinely cared about you and he was very conscious of your mood and your feelings. You didn’t want to lose him. Ever.
“I want… I want this to be serious. I don’t want what we had before. I want us to be, like, a real couple,” you replied slowly.
Namjoon nodded and placed a kiss onto the side of your neck. He too wished to be a real couple. He would still support you, but it wouldn’t be in return for sex or dates or photos. It would be in return for loving you unconditionally. He didn’t want the title of sugar daddy anymore… the title didn’t really apply to him anyways. He just wanted to be Namjoon, Y/N’s boyfriend. And you wanted that too.
“I’ll take you out on a real date, one that doesn’t involve economic gain. Does that sound okay?” Namjoon asked softly. You could tell he was holding his breath without knowing it as he waited for your reply.
“I would love that because I love you,” you replied, turning your head to plant a kiss on his shoulder.
“I love you too,” Namjoon whispered, pulling you closer to him.
You’d gone to the site to look for somebody who would support you financially. You weren’t expecting to find the love of your life. But now that you’d found him, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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kimnjss · 21 days ago
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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Oral with BTS
Ask:  Bts giving and receiving oral?
RM/Namjoon:
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Giving:
Forcefull. Spreads your thighs and lets his lips do all the work. Namjoon likes looking up at you, wanting to see the fucked out look on your face. He wants you screaming and he doesn’t tease... much. He’d rather have you shaking from overstimulation than begging to cum. Though there are days where he wants to see you beg, but his main goal is to have you screaming his name. He wants to know he’s the only one who can pleasure you in that way.
Receiving:
So demanding. He has high expectations when it comes to you sucking him off. Namjoon wants to know your limits before hand, not wanting to push you too far. But nothing satisfies him more than feeling you gag on his cock. He likes it when you deepthroat him and he loves pushing you down further, until your nose is touching him. 
Jin/Seokjin:
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Giving:
A very attentive lover. He does it all to please and let’s face it, Jin’s lips would please. He teases a fair amount, littering your thighs with hickies. He’d rest your legs over his broad shoulders, using them as leverage to pull himself closer to your core. Jin is the type of man to eat you like a starved man and won’t stop until you’ve cum. He is also the type to hold your hand while doing so. 
Receiving:
Sweet, very sweet. Jin would constantly caress your face as you took him into your mouth. He would have a hard time not thrusting into your mouth but would do his best not to and just let you do what you want to. But he’d tangle his figners in your hair and he wants to cum on your face, it’s the only possessive thing he really does. 
Suga/Yoongi:
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Giving:
Agressive. Yoongi isn’t scared to tease you and he knows he’s good with his mouth. Oral is almost torture with him, on one side he wants you cumming and on the other side, he wants to push you. He isn’t scared to brign you to the edge and leave you hanging. He is also the type to use his teeth, not harshly but enough to drive you insane. Yoongi would push your knees up to your chest, so you can’t pull him closer or push him away.
Receiving:
Very relaxed. He leans back and let’s you do your thing. As long as it feels good, he is okay with it. A blowjob is relaxing to him and he uses it to destress, but we all know Yoongi can be a bit lethargic and he just wants to relax. If you tease him though, there isn’t a guarantee that he won’t push your head down on him harder.
J-Hope/Hoseok:
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Giving:
Hoseok is the type of man who would ask you to sit on his face and hold your hand in the whole process. He doesn’t tease, he gives and gives. He loves it when you squeeze his head between your thighs. Hoseok wants you to cum at least twice when he goes down on you and he grips your hips to hold him against you.
Receiving:
He prefers getting sucked off while standing, Hoseok wants you to hold his thighs as he face fucks you. He can get quite rough without knowing it and let’s out the most beautiful moans and groans. It really gets him when you lock eyes with him and take him as far as you can. Hoseok is the person who stresses out quite a bit, but doesn’t show it. When you go down on him, it’s one of the few moments he really releases stress.
Jimin:
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Attentive, to a certain extent. Jimin tends to tease a lot, with words and actions. He likes sucking marks onto your hips hovering his mouth over your core, knowing what you need. But Jimin doesn’t give in easily, he might even laugh at your begging before finally putting his mouth on you. He only goes for it if your begging is satisfactory enough for him.
Receiving:
A mess. He moans, he whimpers and he squirms. Jimin would have a hard time keeping quiet or still. You would have to pin his hips down if you want to properly go down on him. His full thighs would shake the closer he got to cumming and his sounds would get louder and louder. Jimin gets quite submissive when getting sucked off. 
V/Taehyung: 
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Giving: 
Another horrible tease, he can either be really sweet or kind of sadistic when it comes to it. Tae can be the type to tie you down and edge you for hours and hours with his mouth. Or he would kiss you gentle and worship every part of your body, making you cum at least twice before doing anything else. But it all depends on his mood.
Receiving:
Feels kind of awkward, at first. He doesn’t know where to put his hands or whether to moan or hold back. But when he gets the hang of it, he’s really relaxed. Holding your hair out of your face and watching your every move. He has a slight fascination for watching you swallow his cum, or cumming on your face. 
Jungkook:
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Giving: 
Jungkook is a bit shy when going down on you. Mainly due to lack of experience, but one he gets the hang of it he’s ruthless. Jungkook is very into overstimulation and seeing how far he can push you. He is the type to leave bruises in your thighs from how hard he’s pinning you down. Jungkook doesn’t know his own strength. 
Receiving:
Like a lot of men his age, he loves the sight of you on your knees infront of him. He watches you a lot, loving you way your lips wrap around him. Jungkook isn’t scared to try deepthroating, as long as your open to it. He is new to certain things so he isn’t scared to experiment. But honestly his favorite sight is the way your lips wrap around him. Might even take pictures of it, if you’re okay with it. 
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evilkookie · 3 years ago
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♡ REACTIONS ♡
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Fluff ✿
Girlfriend is BigHit’s translator [♡]
They steal your hoodies [♡]
Falling in love quickly - Hyung line [♡] / Maknae line [♡]
Farting in front of them for the first time [♡]
Confessing that they are bisexual [♡]
Meeting a goth girl [♡]
Going to the convenient store for their s/o [♡]
You’re taller than them in 10cm heels [♡]
You’re sarcastic af when angry [♡]
Learning Korean for them [♡]
Realizing you only listen to angst music [♡]
You get hit on in public [♡]
Randomly kissing them [♡]
Confessing that you are bisexual [♡]
Being your first kiss [♡]
Canadian gf being able to speak both English & Romanian [♡]
You speaking Filipino [♡]
You’re shy on your period [♡]
Falling for the manager [♡]
You’re in a rock/metal band [♡]
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Angst ❖
You get hate from “fans” [♡]
Yelling at you during an argument [♡]
Canadian gf getting hate for not being Korean [♡]
You getting kidnapped and hurt [♡]
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Smut ✔
S/o sets up a romantic bath for them [♡]
Overstimulating you [♡]
Giving them a boner [♡]
Caught receiving a blowjob [♡]
Being called daddy [♡]
Overstimulating them [♡]
Receiving blowjob for the first time [♡]
S/o asks to be choked and called dirty names [♡]
You say dirty things in English [♡]
S/o has a choking/breathplay kink  [♡]
♡ MTL ♡
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Bts mtl to listen to Cardi B [♡]
Bts mtl to date a girl under 5′0ft [♡]
Bts mtl to not mind helping you with your homework [♡]
Bts mtl to be clingy after an argument with their s/o [♡]
Bts mtl to like a motherly/caring s/o [♡]
Bts mtl to hit it from the back vs front [♡]
Bts mtl to do it in the shower [♡]
Bts mtl to date a 03 liner [♡]
Bts mtl to be vocal when doing it [♡]
Bts mtl to give you the silent treatment after a big fight [♡]
Bts mtl to date an anime fan [♡]
Bts mtl to date someone who seems innocent, but is not [♡]
Bts mtl to cuddle after doing it [♡]
Bts mtl to randomly get freaky with you [♡]
Bts mtl to prefer a tomboy over a girly girl [♡]
Bts mtl to cheat [♡]
Bts mtl to date a foreigner [♡]
Bts mtl to like playful girls [♡]
Bts mtl to date a non-famous person [♡]
Bts mtl to date a tall girl [♡]
Bts mtl to chose confident & witty over shy & innocent [♡]
Bts mtl to date a girl into EDM music [♡]
Bts mtl to date/ be best friends with a Jungkook or Taehyung doppelganger [♡]
Bts mtl to become best friends with a 05 liner [♡]
Bts mtl to date a black girl [♡]
Bts mtl to date a Hispanic [♡]
Bts mtl to date a white girl [♡]
Bts mtl to date a Trinidadian [♡]
Bts mtl to date someone who is Cuban [♡]
Bts mtl to date an Italian [♡]
Bts mtl to date a Brazilian [♡]
Bts mtl to date a Dominican girl [♡]
Bts mtl to stare at a person that caught their interest [♡]
Bts mtl to date an older person [♡]
Last updated: 09/13/2019
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kimnjss · 28 days ago
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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yukheii · 2 years ago
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— rocket.
+ genre and warnings :: med student namjoon + med student reader, not that this drabble contains an overwhelming amount of references to med school but allow me to be self indulgent for a little while, fluff, yoongi is namjoon’s annoying best friend but wbk
+ notes :: idk if you guys have seen that reddit post that’s been going around about this guy talking about his girlfriend washing his hair for the first time but it was really cute and he sounded so happy and in love and it reminded me a lot of joon, so i decided to write this! 
+ side notes :: i can’t find the actual screenshot/post i’m talking about but if i do, i’ll try to add a link later to post it on my blog :’). also i swear yoongi isn’t a pothead okay
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Yoongi can’t say he immediately noticed the pep in Namjoon’s step as soon as the taller boy walked into the café, but what he does notice is the dimpled grin and starry eyed gaze that grace his features throughout their conversation. And while Yoongi considers himself to be relatively attractive, he doubts the literal heart eyes being thrown his way are for him.
“Joon? Namjoon? Joon, are you good?” Yoongi asks, a dark eyebrow raised above his left eye. It takes three calls of his name for the younger boy to wake from his trance, looking up at Yoongi with that same, longing smile.
“Yeah,” he sighs, something reminiscent of a lovelorn cartoon prince when he rests his elbow on the table and his chin in the palm of his hand, “I’m good.”
Yoongi shifts a bit in his seat, but Namjoon’s eyes don’t follow; his brown irises stay trained center ahead of him. Yoongi turns his head to the right, looking for the object of Namjoon’s gaze, but is met only with the chipped, brown wood of the café’s booth.
Slowly, Yoongi leans forward, eyebrows pinched and lips pursed, “Joon, are you stoned right now?”
“What? No, I’m not high, Yoon, what the fuck?”
Yoongi simply shrugs, leaning back into the leather seat, “I don’t know, yesterday you were so stressed about your acrobatic salt cycle samples—”
“—it’s acetylsalicylic acid.”
“—and now you look mellow as fuck. Just thought maybe you rolled a good joint or something—not that I’m judging, of course, you could probably use some—”
“I didn’t smoke anything, hyung, Christ,” Namjoon sighs.
“Wouldn’t be so bad if you did. Seriously, sometimes you need a good—”
“Do you know what the half life of cannabis is? Up to ten days, Yoongi. That means that ten days—”
“—From after the time you smoke half of the weed could still be in your body,” Yoongi recites monotonously, “I know, Joon.”
Namjoon retreats with a satisfied grin, met with an unenthusiastic roll of Yoongi’s eyes. “Well, then what’s got your head in the clouds?”
Namjoon shifts in his seat now, pulling his hands off of the table into his lap. Yoongi’s suspicious brow is heightened again when he sees the faint blush dust over his friend’s cheek.
“_______ and I showered together last night,” he finally blurts.
“Oh, so you got laid—”
“—no, no, it wasn’t like that, nothing sexual happened,” he clarifies, continuing, the red on his cheek becoming more prominent with every word that spills out of his mouth, “She washed my hair. I know, that sounds dumb, but it was so... surreal?”
Yoongi should have suspected you had something to do with cheek to cheek grin on Namjoon’s face. Namjoon didn’t talk about his private life often; their conversations revolving around school, work, a mutual love for music, and occasional plans to get beers together. 
Rarely ever did the younger delve into his personal life; never about his familial life, but Namjoon didn’t need to say it for Yoongi to hear it.
So, instead of giving him the side eye and sarcastic comments one Jeon Jeongguk would be on the receiving end of at the topic of his girlfriend, Yoongi nods, and encourages Namjoon to continue. 
“I don’t know how to explain it, it was so—just, nice and relaxing, hyung. We don’t usually shower together, but this time we did and I was about to grab the shampoo myself, but then she took it from me and just did it herself. It felt so good, I felt like I was floating—like all the bullshit from school and home just melted away. I was beginning to think the stress was just going to perpetuate throughout midterms, you know? But last night she just hummed and washed my hair for like five minutes and I felt like it was all gone.”
Yoongi doesn’t stop the small smile from growing on his face; and he doubts Namjoon understands the depths of his newfound romantic bliss. 
“It’s crazy, all she did was wash my hair, but I’m so happy? She was so gentle and she did it like it was normal, like an every day thing between two people—I swear, I almost cried right there. It was just… I don’t know, it just felt good. Made me happy.”
Yoongi chuckles into his words, “You really love her, don’t you?”
“Yeah… I think I do.”
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Three days later, Namjoon finds himself alone on your bed, stomach to the mattress, ignoring the nomenclature review in front of him in favor of aimlessly looking around your room. 
He notices things he hadn’t before. The small strip of images of the two of you in a clear mason jar, amongst other photos of you and your friends. The pens and pencils that the adjacent jar; two pencils stick out to him—they’re unsharpened, completely untouched, actually—and at the top, below the metal that holds the eraser at your initials and his.
When he looked over to your closet, he wasn’t surprised to find two of his hoodies, and his missing rugby shirt with the university’s crest embedded in the sleeve; what surprised him was that they were all next to each other, separated only by a hanger with your belts from the rest of your clothing. They were reserved, like they were special amongst the other fabric in your closet.
He notices the way his sweats and pajamas have their own drawer to themselves in your dresser, the way your fridge is stocked with a few of those probiotic smoothies you hate but he loves, the way his baseball cap sits among your other headwear like they just belong. Like Namjoon belongs.
Lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t register the sound of the door closing, or your footsteps growing louder; doesn’t register any sounds of you coming home until you’re shaking your bag off of your elbow.
“Hey, Joon,” you greet, and something about the way you don’t make a point of him being in your bed makes his stomach flutter.
“Hi,” he smiles, a stupidly fond look in his eyes as he watches you unpack the contents of your purse and shimmy your sweater off of your shoulders.
He shifts to sit upwards on the mattress, long legs dangling off the edge of your bed. He eyes your silhouette, admiring the hollows and convexes of your figure while you take off your earrings, and the tiny, silver ring on your index finger.
When you’re finished you greet him for a second time, walking to the center edge of the mattress. Namjoon lets you perch your weight on his thighs, mindlessly securing both arms around your waist while your fingers crawl up the nape of neck and into his scalp.
“Your hair’s dry,” you comment, tilting your head to press your lips against his softly, “You didn’t shower yet?”
He shakes his head, craning his neck downwards to tuck the cold tip of his nose into your collar, and mumbles faint words into your skin, “Was waiting for you.”
“Yeah?” your syllables come out in chuckles, laughter heightened as Namjoon tickles his eyelashes against your skin, and rake your fingers through his hair gently, “That gonna be a regular thing, now?”
“Wouldn’t mind,” he confesses, words hardly audible in the cook of your neck. He tries his hand at tickling you again, but this time, you move out of his reach, standing to your own two feet, a single hand extended forward.
“Well then, come on. I bought two new loofahs today.”
He follows with a smile, giggling all the way to the shower. He relishes in the feeling of your fingertips against his scalp, doesn’t bat an eye as you mold his hair into a bubbly mohawk with far too much shampoo. It’s so mundane, so simple, yet so intimate, and it fills him to the brim with emotions he can’t hope to convey with words. 
And when you’re finished rinsing his hair, you take your body wash on the ball of his new loofah and scrub away at his back, down his shoulders, across his torso; eventually, you abandon the sponge all together in favor of making his body sudsy with your own pressed against his, Namjoon can’t stop the tears falling from his eyes.
He realizes it must look bizarre to you, to be crying amongst the giggling and bubble beards, but he can’t help himself.
“Joon? Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing,” he assures you, sniffling away anymore tears that threaten to fall, “You’re just… I don’t know. You make me happy, love.”
“You make me happy, too, Joon,” you reply with a smile.
You spend nearly five minutes like that, your arms wrapped around each other with water pouring over your naked skin. With every shallow kiss you press into his chest, Namjoon feels his heart physically swell; and it’s on the tenth, quiet press of your lips to skin that he lets himself let go. 
“I love you,” he finally confesses, with wet hair stuck to his forehead, and teary eyes.
“I know, baby,” you smile, kissing his chin, then on your tippie toes, his lips, “I love you more.”
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shakchunni · 3 years ago
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Reacting to catching you steal their money - BTS
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Taehyung: “babe... you could’ve just asked... I love charity. Here have my black card.”
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Jin: “I mean. That was pocket change anyway..”
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Yoongi: *gently envelops your hand in his* “Im so sorry that capitalism made you feel the need to do this baby”
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Jimin: “I can’t believe you would do that to me. I thought this relationship was built on trust”
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Hoseok: “what the fuck y/n??? How dare you even think of touching my 33k watch?”
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Namjoon: “I expect you to pay back the full amount with a 15% interest in 2 weeks with a 3% increase each day you’re late.”
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Jungkook: “my lawyer said you have to venmo me the exact amount within the next 24 hours or there will be consequences”
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kimnjss · 19 days ago
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being stupid
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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justcallmenikki7 · a year ago
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Bruises: Kim Namjoon
Summary: “I happen to think you are my soulmate.” Warnings: fluff, extreme fluff Notes: i love namjoon Soulmate Au Masterlist
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As a kid, you were obviously prone to get bruises and scrapes due to being very active and wanting to play outside with friends. But as a kid, you were not that active, you were the one who preferred to stay home in your comfort area instead of going out. That is why you were confused when you would wake up with bruises in the most bizarre places. 
You had to have your parents explain to you that you had a soulmate - someone you were destined to be with since you were born. As you grew up, the bruises became more apparent and longer lasting than the ones you had as a kid. Some days you would wake up with a black and blue stomach and bruised ribs, while others you would have a bruised eye. There people at your school who assumed that you were being abused at home, only to be answered with an eye roll from you and no comment. Others knew that your soulmate bond was the cause of it. 
“Jesus, it looks like you were thrown into a cat fight,” your best friend commented, looking at the bruises that littered your skin on your face.
“I am actually happy that I do not feel pain from it, in all honesty.”You replied, “Because the pain that I would be in would be terrible. I do not know how my soulmate can handle this.”
“What if your soulmate is in a gang, or in the mafia?” She theorized, a small laugh escaping her lips.
As you two were talking, two males were walking by you, both facing your way as they were making their way to the counter. Looking up at the figures passing by, you and the taller one made eye contact, both shocked by the similar bruises that littered your skin. He stopped talking and walking, confusing his friend by his sudden actions. A warm feeling began blooming in your chest, your skin tingling everywhere your bruises were - they were healing on their own. 
“Excuse me,” he began, a small smile and warm look in his eyes. “I happen to think you are my soulmate.” 
“I happen to think you are too.” You smiled, taking his out stretched hand. 
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sinsforjeon · a year ago
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Let me make it up to you |Kim Namjoon|
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He walked with confidence as if nothing could ever touch him but to be honest with all those guards around him that would be impossible.
Kim Namjoon. Even his name held some kind of power, his presence alone brought shivers down your spine.
Gulping quietly you knocked on his door, his guards keeping an intense look on you as you tried not to piss yourself on the spot.
You had been working for the man for about two weeks now and you were still not used to the stoic eyes of his guards.
A clear voice replied, granting you permission to enter. With a final bow to his guards you entered his office.
His office was huge, too big for even the two of you. Namjoon placed you in his office, right next to his desk and his reasoning was that if he needed anything you’d be closer.
“Sir? Your l-“
“You’re late, Miss Y/L/N”
You almost choked at his words as you looked at him with wide eyes. He didn’t pay you any attention only furiously typing on his laptop.
“L-Late? Sir I-“
“You know I hate tardiness.”
He couldn’t be serious, he was the one who sent you to go get him lunch and not to mention that it was at one of the busiest restaurants in the area.
“Mr Kim, I apologize but there was a line and I had to wait.”
You regretted your words the minute he looked up from his laptop, it was very rare that Kim Namjoon would give his undivided attention.
He took off his glasses, watching you with frustration swimming in his eyes. You felt like he was scrutinizing you, almost challenging you to say more.
You quickly looked away from his intense gaze as you began to apologize profusely. Though you’ve never expressed it out loud, the man scared you.
“Did you get anything for yourself?” He asked, cutting your apologies halfway as he beckoned you closer with his hand.
“N-No, Sir, I figured that would take too long.” You breathed out as you set the brown paper bag on his stainless table.
“So you expect me to eat while you sit there and watch?”
“Yes?”
He watched you for what felt like minutes but was only a couple of seconds before beckoning you over to his desk, you obeyed with no hesitation.
“Sit.” It wasn’t a question or a request but an order. You slowly lowered yourself on the chair that sat across him.
“Do you need anything else, sir?”
You asked and he shook his head, opening his container of food.
You’ve never felt as awkward as you felt in that moment, uncomfortably shifting on the chair as you looked around the room.
“Eat.”
“Pardon?”
“Did I stutter?”
You looked at him with wide eyes as you tried to process his words, why would he give you his food?
“But Mr Kim that’s yours-“
“Ms Y/L/N, you need this more than I do, I’m not the one running around the whole day.”
You gulped as he pushed the expensive food over to you.
“Go on. Eat.”
You quietly thanked him as you slowly nibbled on the food, suddenly feeling shy at the eyes on you.
“Do you- Would you like to share?”
You asked still looking down at the food. A couple of seconds passed and he didn’t answer, you felt yourself cringing slightly wishing you could take your words back.
“I’m- I meant-“
“Sure.”
To say you were surprised was an understatement, you thought he would laugh at you and carry on with his job but instead he went around, sitting on the chair next to yours as he took out the extra utensils they threw in the bag.
Sitting down next to Kim Namjoon didn’t feel right. Sure you walked with him at times but he was always two steps ahead of you as you trudged after him.
You hadn’t realized that you were staring at him, completely ignoring the food in front of you.
“Something wrong with the food, Y/N?”
“Mhm? Oh! N-No, sorry- I apologize Mr Kim, I tend to zone out at times.”
He hummed as he ate. You found your eyes following his hands, he had pretty hand, clean and well kept after all he was Kim Namjoon.
And his lips, my god his lips were so full and plush looking. Did this man have any flaws-
“Staring is rude, Ms Y/L/N.”
Fuck. You’ve never wished to be swallowed by the earth but that sounded great right now. You made a sound at the back of your throat, apologizing softly as you looked down at the food.
It was quiet for a while and Namjoon had stopped eating but you were too mortified to look up and see what the problem was. You could feel his eyes on you, causing a slightly shiver to climb up your spine.
“Did something interest you?”
“Pardon?”
“You were staring, no?”
You nodded and he tilted his head slightly.
“What did you find that was so interesting?”
How were you supposed to answer that? How were you supposed to tell him that you were distracted by his lips. He would fire you for sure.
“Oh- Well, t-the thing is-“
“A little faster, Ms Y/L/N, I’m a busy man.”
You gulped as you placed your chopsticks on the napkin he had handed you earlier as you tried to rake your brain for an excuse.
“I-I- Wow! Won’t you look at that? It’s time for me to go get your clothes that you ordered- thank you for lunch, Mr Kim, gotta go!”
You spoke hurriedly as you stood up, bowing before zooming out of his office. You were panting by the time you were out, his guards giving you an odd look as you quickly bowed before leaving just as fast as you were before.
You cursed quietly, the man was definitely going to fire you. You had broken a rule, never leave the office without being dismissed but you had left anyways.
You whined loudly as you stepped out of the building. Technically you didn’t lie, you had about 30 minutes before you were supposed to fetch his clothes anyways so you could walk there instead of taking the driver he always sent.
Your walk went quicker than you thought, but you had arrived on time and by the time you were exiting the shop, his personal driver was waiting for you. Sighing loudly you got in as the car made its way back to the one place you didn’t wish to go back to.
You stared at the door with a small pout on your face, being a people’s pleaser, you hated when someone showed any signs of disappointment or disapproval towards you.
One of the guards cleared their throat, reminding you that you had been standing there for a little bit too long. You gave them a tired smile and a dejected bow before you knocked on the door, to which he permitted.
Not once did you look up as you entered his office but the sudden halting of the harsh buttons told you he was looking at you.
With a deep breath you looked up, flinching slightly at the hard look he gave.
“M-Mr Kim, I would like to apologize for leaving so abruptly earlier on-“
You trailed off, fingers playing with each other nervously as you bit your lip guiltily. He probably had hired another assistant, one who was better than you.
“You need to stop apologizing before the word starts to lose its meaning, it’s getting tiring.”
You couldn’t help but to pout at his words, your heart sinking down to the pit of your stomach as you felt your mood dropping by the second.
“I’m so-“
You cut yourself as you quickly looked down, trying to blink away the tears that had started to fill your eyes.
“The little stunt you pulled earlier on wasn’t appreciated, your telephone was ringing nonstop and I had to answer for you, what am I paying you for, Ms Y/L/N?”
“Sir-“
“Let this be your first and last warning. Get back to work.”
You felt horrible, you were new at this maybe that’s why he was so harsh on you. But still his words did hurt.
You hurriedly sat down on your desk, a lone tear rolling down your cheek before you quickly wiped it away.
From the next day onwards you made sure to stay clear of Namjoon’s way unless he needed you for something, which was more often than you would’ve liked. During lunch, you’d deliver his food and excuse yourself into the building’s cafeteria where you quietly sipped away at your favorite beverage.
You made sure that you didn’t steal any looks at him, always keeping your focus down on your work.
The sudden change didn’t go unnoticed by Namjoon, maybe he was a bit harsh but what you were doing was way worse. Though he’d never admit it, Kim Namjoon enjoyed your company but now that you were avoiding him as if he was the plague, he felt quite lonely.
He heard your signature knock, two soft knocks and he felt himself lightening up as he called you in, his voice as cool as he could get it without sounding too enthusiastic.
You bowed respectfully before placing his lunch on his desk, your eyes never sparing him a glance as you excused yourself softly, your voice barely audible.
Technically he wasn’t allowed to stop you, it was lunch after all but he knew how obedient you were and so he took a chance.
“Ms Y/L/N?” He called out the second your hand touched his door knob and you felt your heart start to race.
“Yes, sir?” You whispered out, still facing the door. He didn’t answer and you realized that he was waiting for you to face him and you did so quickly.
“Sit.”
“Sir-“
“Ms Y/L/N...” he trailed off, the tone in his voice suggesting you not try to argue with and so with a deep breath you found yourself seated across him.
He pushed the food towards just like he had the last time as he came around his table to sit next to you.
“Eat.”
He whispered and you gulped, looking up, finding him closer than you had expected.
You looked away, nodding a bit too enthusiastic for your liking but you didn’t care at the moment. You trained your eyes on the meal as you slowly ate.
“Relax, Y/N, I’m not that bad.” He chuckled softly, using your first name and you let out a nervous chuckle in return as you tried to loosen your tense shoulders.
Namjoon was known for his patience, he was cool and calm but of course sometimes even the calmest of them all get tested. That’s how he felt, patience quickly running thin as you continued to shut him out.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d think I make you nervous.” He hummed, you could hear the smirk on his voice.
You looked up, wide eyed, the lazy smirk on his face growing wider at the attention he had longed for.
“Huh?”
“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?”
He was too close, you found yourself begin to grow clammy and fidgety in your sit as you tried to break the eye contact but you couldn’t seem to.
“N-No?”
“No? Are you sure, Miss Y/L/N? You seem a little... tense?”
He knew the effect he had on you and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy making you fidget under his gaze. A true sadist indeed.
“Oh- Oh! N-No I just- ‘m just tired.” You choked out as you pushed the plate away, if you didn’t leave now you’d make a fool of yourself. You quickly made up an excuse as you began to stand up.
“Mr Kim, if you’d excuse me I-“
“Sit down, Y/N.”
“B-But-“
The look he gave you told you that it wasn’t up for debate. You whimpered quietly as you tried to convince him again.
“Sir, I r-really need to- oof!”
Holy fuck- you were sat on Kim Namjoon’s lap. He smelled good, the realization finally set in that you were seated on your boss’s lap. You froze.
“Hey- calm down, Princess.”
You squeaked at the pet name as you tried to keep your mind clear of any thoughts. His chest was firm against your back, his arms secured around your waist as he kept you up against him.
“Now, how about you tell me why you’ve been running away from me, hm?”
Did he actually expect you to have a conversation with him while he sat you on his lap? You almost couldn’t breathe, let alone talk.
“Run-Running away?”
“Should I repeat myself?”
You quickly shook your head as you looked down in the hands that had been haunting your dreams for the last few weeks.
“Then maybe you should give me an answer, yes?”
You whimpered quietly as you shifted on his lap, still shaken at the position you found yourself in.
“Ms Y/L/N, are you going to talk or am I going to have to make you?”
You swear to god his voice somewhat got deeper and you couldn’t help but to react as a sigh escaped your lips.
He chuckled softly, his chest vibrating against your back slightly as you felt one of his hands move up to your hair.
“Sweetheart, if you want me to stop, tell me now.” He spoke, voice soft and feathery and you only made yourself comfortable on his lap.
He was satisfied with your reply, for now at least.
He ran his hand through your hair gently, finger nails lightly scratching against your scalp and you melted against him.
“There you go, relax.” He hummed in your ear, the slight rasp in his voice making you shiver slightly.
You were so engrossed in the feeling of his hand in your hair that you hadn’t noticed when the other one trailed down your thigh.
You were wearing a basic pencil skirt, one that wasn’t so tight on you which made it easier for him to gain access to your skin. Soft fingers traced against your inner thighs, causing your legs to open involuntarily.
“Good girl.” He praised, his hand only moving higher before resting on the band of your panties.
You were panting, chest falling and rising as you felt yourself get needy by the second. It had been a while since anyone had touched you like this or at all basically.
“I’ll ask one more time, why did you run away from me?” He asked and you whined, wanting him to continue but he had halted all of his movements.
“You were mean to me.”
“Is that so? I apologize, sweetheart.”
“Oh- No! I-It’s ok, it was my fault anyways.”
Your words came out soft as you felt yourself become dejected again. Namjoon could tell you were beating yourself up, he didn’t really think you had taken his words that hard.
“Oh Princess, don’t look so sad, hm? I’ll make it up to you, yeah?”
Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. What did he mean? You had a lot of questions but you just nodded.
“Words, Y/N. Use your words.”
“Yes sir.”
He groaned at your reply before pushing your panties aside, causing you to gasp at the cool air on you.
He didn’t beat around the bush as he began to draw figure 8’s on your clit, the unexpected touch making you jump slightly to which he held you still with his other hand.
“You have to be quiet, Ms Y/L/N,” he whispered in your ear when you let out a loud moan, “we have guests outside or have you forgotten?”
You shook your head as you panted looking down at the hand between your legs.
“Then you’ll be good for me, won’t you? Gonna be quiet for me, yes?”
“Y-Yes Sir.”
He smiled against your cheek as he continued to abuse your sensitive bundle of nerves. Keeping quiet was harder than you thought which is why you brought your hand up to your mouth to muffle the sounds that threatened to escape.
“Will you forgive me, sweetheart?”
You only whined as you bucked your hips up to his hand.
“Gonna forgive me after I make you cum nice and hard right?”
“Mhm-fuck-“ You whispered which was followed by a loud gasp as you felt the the familiar tingles shoot through your vein when you were about to fall over the edge.
“Oh? Are you gonna cum, Ms Y/L/N?” He cooed and you nodded to which he tsked quietly.
“Without my permission?” He asked but still his pace remained unforgivable.
“Mr Kim? Can I- ohgod can I p-please cum?”
“Cum for me, sweetheart.”
You don’t remember what happened next all you recall was a bunch of muffled moans filling up the room as you dirtied your boss’s hand and lap.
“There you are, are you ok?” He mumbled as he pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek to which you smiled lazily.
“Mhm, just really tired.” You felt sleepy which was not unusual, you were always out after an orgasm.
Namjoon chuckled softly as placed your panties back in place as well as your skirt, you took this as a sign to move off of his lap which was not a good idea due to the jelly feeling on your legs.
“That good?” He asked as he held you up by your waist and you blushed furiously as you smoothed down your hair.
“Tell you what, you can cancel all my appointments for the day so I can take you to my bed and make it up to you properly, deal?”
You looked up at him with wide eyes but nodded nonetheless as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
For someone who acted so intimidating, he sure was soft.
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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