hi please do me the favor of commenting on this story and asking them to delete it! they have plagiarized my namjoon fic "hot love (m)" and renamed it "jealous (rm)".
summary: Just a simple day in the lives of the Mins.
You really aren’t sure what possessed you to buy a new bookshelf, but Jimin had dragged you to IKEA earlier that day to find a new mattress for himself and Hoseok. You’d barely walked past the office aisle before you pulled Jimin back to admire the broad bookshelf before you.
It wasn’t tall, but it was wide and had three shelves. Your mind had immediately jumped to how many more books you could purchase now that you would have the room and you paused, wondering when you had even decided to buy the wooden beauty before you.
Jimin laughed beside you, after following your line of sight to the bookshelf. “You goddamn nerd.”
You whirled around to face him, your nails digging into his arm, not appreciative of the fact that he was laughing at you. “Don’t do that. Don’t laugh. It’s really pretty okay. I want it. Don’t laugh.”
His laugh died down to a giggle and his free hand came up to pat your head. “Well go ahead and get it. I’m not stopping you. It’s just ironic that I came here to buy a new bed so my husband and I can do kinky shit on it and you’re buying a bookshelf.”
You scowled at him, your face flushed and you felt the tiniest bit mortified that Jimin had said that out loud, but he’s Jimin and Jimin has always done as he pleased. “Keep your voice down at least. I don’t want to get escorted out before I buy my new baby.”
“Congratulations!” Jimin said then, his face scrunched up with that cute smile of his. “Didn’t know you and Yoongi were expecting! Is it too late for me to throw a baby shower? Are Hoseok and I the baby’s godfathers? You know Hoseok would be pissed if you guys didn’t make him godfather.”
You couldn’t help but laugh and Jimin’s smile grew, pushing you toward the bookshelf as he continued. “It’s okay if you didn’t make Hoseok godfather though, I can keep secrets.”
“What makes you think that you’re a godfather and Hoseok isn’t?” You asked as you allowed Jimin to push you forward.
You couldn’t see his face, but you knew that Jimin had rolled his eyes at your question. “Of course I’m a godfather. We’re best friends! And besides, everyone knows Yoongi always loses in an argument with you ‘cause he’s weak. So obviously, you would get the final say in that matter and my poor Hoseok will have to wallow in petty jealousy as I get to spoil our newest niece or nephew with gifts that I bought with his money.”
By the time that Jimin was done talking, you had reached the bookshelf. You leaned forward, scanning the shelves for a price tag and when you found it, a tiny, happy sound escaped through your lips. “Jimin, don’t talk as if you wouldn’t be sad over Hoseok being upset. You’re disgustingly in love with him.”
Jimin laughed then, a bit nervously, but mostly just amused. “Don’t tell him that, I’ve got an image to sustain.”
You turned to look at your best friend and laughed. “You’re literally married. I think your image changed a long time ago.”
And you were right. You and Jimin are childhood friends. You’d been there for his wild college years and you’d always had to keep an eye on him. He would drink too much, smoke too often, and get himself into situations that you wished he’d never have to go through again. Then Hoseok had emerged from the ashes of Jimin’s burned out party life and despite it all, he’d stayed. You were glad Jimin was happy and you appreciated Hoseok for helping your best friend.
You’d met Yoongi through Hoseok anyway, so you owed that man a lot. Probably your own happiness even.
Life had always been hard. Even with Jimin by your side through most of it, you’d never really been good at being social or making decent conversations with others; making connections. You had stuck to the two constants in your life: Jimin and books. You’d accepted Hoseok and then later Yoongi and you found that you were okay. You were married and happy and you were definitely buying the bookshelf.
So with Jimin’s help, you lugged the new bookcase home (with Jimin whining about how long he had to wait for his new mattress to be ready for delivery) and put the box in Yoongi’s home office. He was at work still so you and Jimin ate a late lunch and you waved goodbye to your best friend, watching as he climbed into the car that Hoseok had bought for him years ago and drove away.
Then, with determination burning through your veins, you marched into Yoongi’s office and tore open the box with the unassembled bookshelf inside. You had studied the instruction manual with care and then went ahead and started putting pieces together.
You didn’t know how much time the building was taking, but with each passing moment, your frustration only grew. You tried to remain calm and breathe evenly through your nose, but when the parts in your hands simply wouldn’t stay together you threw your hands up in defeat and yelled, “That’s it! I’m not buying IKEA furniture again! Ever.”
And that’s how Yoongi found you only a few minutes later. Your eyes glued to the jumbled pieces of wood before you, glaring so intensely that Yoongi thought they had insulted your grandmother or something. But a smile curls his lips anyway. You’re just so cute when frustrated and he likes teasing you. Not so much as when others do, but it’s still cute seeing the way your brows come together and your lips pull into a pout that he wants to kiss away as you fume.
“Hey,” he says, his voice low and soft and you look up, your frustration ebbing towards relief when you see Yoongi in the doorway of his home office.
“Hi,” you say in return as you spring to your feet and step close to give your husband a chaste kiss. “I’m so glad you’re here. Help me put this together, please? You’re better at this than me.”
Yoongi chuckles and nods before kneeling down to examine the parts you were struggling with. “You bought a new bookcase?”
You nod, your fingers fiddling with the dark strands of hair that cover Yoongi’s nape. “Jimin dragged me to IKEA earlier and I came back with our firstborn.”
“I’ve got this, babe, don’t worry. I’m surprised you didn’t break any of this to be honest,” Yoongi laughs, not commenting on your wordchoice, as he digs through the papers, pieces of styrofoam, and spare bolts before he finds what he’s looking for: the instruction manual.
Yoongi’s hands seem to fly across the pieces, assembling the bookcase in less than no time at all once you’ve brought him some tools to finish the job. He smiles and you kiss him again before you stand back and watch as he brings your dream to life. Yoongi puts the tools neatly away and tucks any garbage back into the bookcase’s empty box. Your bookcase is done and finished and looking just as beautiful here in Yoongi’s office as it did standing in the middle of the office aisle in IKEA.
“Is it okay?” Yoongi asks beside you, rubbing his hands on his pants legs as he does.
You turn to face him, silently and throw your arms around his neck, bringing him close before you let your mouths meld together in a more persistent kiss than the ones you shared before. Yoongi’s hands find their way to your waist and you can feel the smile on his lips as he continues to kiss you. A fluttery feeling bursts in your chest and you melt into his embrace, fingers burrowing into his hair.
For all the frustration you felt earlier when you’d been struggling to put the bookshelf together by yourself, you’re really grateful that Yoongi showed up when he did. You never answered his question, but kissing him is just as much of a response as any and he gets what you mean.
When you both pull away to catch your breath, you close your eyes and nuzzle your nose into your husband’s cheek, sighing happily when Yoongi pulls you the tiniest bit closer into his embrace.
“I take back what I said about never buying IKEA furniture again,” you whisper and Yoongi laughs, his whole body shaking with the force of it.
You giggle as well and when your laughter has subsided, you press your lips to Yoongi’s again briefly. “Thank you, Yoongi. I love you.”
Yoongi gives you that precious gummy smile of his that you love so much and he shrugs, his cheeks flushing a little as you stare into his eyes. “Anything for you, babe. I love you.”
Upon hearing his words, a warm feeling settles into you, right into your bones and soul. The feeling stays with you for a very long time.
a/n: this was really mostly fluff but there was some angst there too and side(but not so minor)jihope! also, this is a re-post from my writing blog (@wenotes)!
summary: Namjoon’s lips slant into a bashful smile and you can’t help but think about how adorable he looks. “Well, you share all of that with me, so it’s not just me.”
“No. I suppose not, but you do work harder than any other actor I’ve ever met and you have a heart of gold. In this industry, that’s rare to find.”
“Can you justー” Namjoon begins.
“No. I don’t want to hear anything you have to say!” You shout back.
Namjoon takes a step back, suddenly startled. For all the years that you’ve known each other, you’ve never raised your voice at him once, no matter how badly he may have fucked up, you were never mad enough to yell. But, now, in this instant, you seem like you are.
You appear to be so mad that people would think all you see is red right now. You want to pound your fists on Namjoon’s chest and yell until your voice is hoarse, but you’re just too tired to do that, and besides, you don’t need to go over-the-top with this.
“Hey,” Namjoon says, his voice now softer than before and a pleading look in his eyes as he takes your curled fists into the palms of his hands. “Don’t do this. Don’t give up on us.”
You wrench your hands out of his, hoping that it doesn’t look too dramatic. “You’re the one who gave up on us. Don’t give me that bullshit!”
“And cut!”
Namjoon bursts into giggles as soon as the director calls the scene to an end. “Nice work, Y/N.”
You laugh and give him a playful shove, “Not so bad yourself, Joon.”
“Back in five!” The assistant director yells, holding his hand up for everyone to see before going back to scouring over his clipboard.
“Shall we?” Namjoon holds his elbow out for you to take, and take it you do.
He walks off towards your designated seats, easily waving away the flurry of makeup artists that try to descend upon you both. You laugh and shoot them an apologetic smile as Namjoon motions towards your chair, his elbow clutched in your hand. You sit with a smile and wait until your co-star has sat down before you turn to him and watch as he shifts his whole body to face you.
“How do you think we did just now?” You ask once you have his full attention.
Namjoon chuckles and gives you a dazzling smile. “To be honest, that whole ‘you’re the one who gave up’ part was pretty suited for the scene. And I mean, it was great for improv. I don’t think we did half bad.”
“You sure? The director didn’t seem all too happy when we finished.”
“He’s literally never happy, Y/N. Have you ever seen the dude smile?”
Your lips lift into a smile of your own and Namjoon laughs beside you. “Now that you mention it, no. I haven’t.”
“That’s exactly my point,” Namjoon says. “He could win the lottery and still not crack a smile. I don’t know what’s up with him, but it kind of freaked me out when I first met him.”
“And look at you now,” you murmur with a tender smile. “You’ve been on national TV for three years, have had four successful seasons on this show, and you have so many important people in your life.”
Namjoon’s lips slant into a bashful smile and you can’t help but think about how adorable he looks. “Well, you share all of that with me, so it’s not just me.”
“No. I suppose not, but you do work harder than any other actor I’ve ever met and you have a heart of gold. In this industry, that’s rare to find.”
A light blush settles upon Namjoon’s cheeks and you can’t resist letting your hand trail down the side of his face, causing him to lean into your touch and smile widely at you.
“You have a heart of gold too. A heart that I absolutely adore, Y/N.”
You chuckle and let your fingers trail up into Namjoon’s hair, bringing his face closer to your own until you’re able to press your lips to his in a soft kiss. When you break apart, his entire face is a dusty pink and the back of your neck feels warm and tingly.
“I adore you as well,” you whisper before he kisses you again.
You smile against his lips and simultaneously groan with your boyfriend when the assistant director yells that the five minute break is over.
“Save this for tonight?” Namjoon asks as he stands and holds his elbow out to you again.
You take it and smile, following after Namjoon as he makes his way towards the main stage. “Definitely.”
a/n: i’m kinda thinking of making a sequel maybe? i dunno. also, this is a re-post from my writing blog (@wenotes)!
summary: You’ve just come to terms with being genderfluid, but you aren’t sure how to tell your boyfriend, Yoongi, who you’re practically in love with.
You weren’t sure how to tell Yoongi.
You hadn’t really been sure of what you’d been feeling for a long time actually. It wasn’t until one of your closest friends had told you about gender being a form of expression that you really began to question yours. Your friend lent you some of their textbooks they’d been using for their psychology class and your mind had been blown.
There was so much that you hadn’t known before. Sure, you could have learned all this through the internet by simply looking it up on your phone, but there was something about holding a book in your hands that validated how you felt. It was real. It was solid. It wasn’t some abstract thought a guy high on fumes had theorized about on a backway chat room.
It was a real life thing written in a real life book that you could feel and touch with your actual hands and it was real for you.
You’d finally figured out that sometimes you felt like a girl and other times you felt like a boy. You were okay with it. It was a feeling that you’d always had, but never really expanded on until you bought your first pair of boxers. They’d fit you nicely. You liked the feeling of them on your skin. Other times, it felt weird and that’s when you’d slip into the underwear your older sister had helped you pick out from Victoria’s Secret. Some days, you couldn’t even stand to look at them. You’d thrown away a few of your underwear that were bland colors when all the frustration that was building up within you overflowed on your off days.
Those days were when you avoided Yoongi. He generally wasn’t one to pry, but with the way you’d been acting lately, it was only a matter of time before he pushed you for an answer. You’d once even gone on a date with him while wearing your favorite pair of boxers and a lumpy hoodie that hid your curves. Yoongi had said nothing, simply held your hand through the movie and walked you up to your dorm room before he’d swept your hair out of your eyes and wished you a good night. You’d murmured it back in response watching as he pivoted and walked down the hallway you two had just come from. As soon as he had turned the corner, you’d disappeared into your dorm, rushing past your roommate who was passed out on the couch and slamming your bedroom door behind you. You’d let out a relieved breath, glad he hadn’t noticed how stiff and awkward you’d been throughout the entire date because you’d been worrying about him somehow finding out about your choice of underwear.
It’s been like that for some time now. You’d avoid Yoongi’s messages for days as you struggled with who you wanted to be (and with school) and when you did meet up, you’d act so strange around him that he probably thought you didn’t like him anymore.
“Rose-ah,” Yoongi’s voice rings out, dragging you out of your thoughts and back to the present.
“Huh?” You hear yourself murmur.
“Is it true?” He asks.
“What?” You blink, utterly confused about what your boyfriend is asking you.
Yoongi sighs and shifts in his seat. You’re both sitting in the living room of his tiny apartment. The place isn’t much, but it’s Yoongi’s and that’s what matters to him, and to an extension, you. He’d called you over that day to study, saying he missed you, and you’d shown up. It wasn’t every day that Yoongi said those words. He was very reserved, never letting on how he really felt, and when he did, you felt a warm rush of affection. He never showed how he really felt, but he made an effort for you and that was only one of the reasons why you liked him so much.
“Rose. Are you pulling away from me because you want to break up?” Yoongi asks.
Your spine straightens as you jolt in your chair. “Excuse me?”
Yoongi looks at you, his lips pulled into a half pout and an indescribable look in his eyes. “Rose. I’m being serious.”
“I’m being serious too!” You let out, surprised at how high your voice had gone when you spoke. “I don’t understand why you’re asking me this.”
Today, you want to tack on a “hyung” to the end of your sentence, but if you did, then your secret would be blown. Yoongi would know that sometimes you’re a man and other times you’re a woman and he’d find you weird, a freak, and break up with you. You hold back your tongue, afraid of what might happen and stare at the older man in the room, waiting for him to speak.
“You don’t understand…?” Yoongi trails off, rubbing a hand over his face as if it pains him just to talk to you. “I don’t understand why you’ve been avoiding me for the past month. Every time we’re together, you’re always so hesitant to touch me, to talk to me. To look at me. What’s going on, Rose-ah?”
You gulp, a bead of sweat beginning to form at your hairline. You debate telling Yoongi about your latest discovery and tangle your hands together when you realize that you’re wearing your favorite pair of boxers again. For the past week, looking at your Victoria’s Secret panties had made you feel a bit ill when you got ready for the day every morning. You worry that Yoongi will break up with you if he learns about how you’re feeling and you don’t want that. You really, really like Yoongi, love him really, and you don’t want him to be out of your life. You squeeze your eyes shut and huddle in on yourself atop Yoongi’s couch. Yoongi sits on the armchair opposite you, but the second you recede into your shell he’s quick to curl around you, his arms encircling your shoulders, pushing your hair out of your face as your breaths turn into heavy pants. You’re not sure what’s going on, but you know that you should tell Yoongi. He has the right to know about your feelings if he’s worried you’re going to dump him.
You’d never dream of breaking up with Yoongi. He’s such an amazing person that you two being together still baffles you. He’s pretty, pretty in a feminine way with his weak chin, the large slope of his nose, his upturned lips that are always pulled into a pout, and the bags under his eyes that only make the rest of his pale features stick out. But he’s strong and he never takes shit from anybody. Your chest shakes as you let out another breath, letting go of your nerves and some of the anxiety you hold about telling Yoongi about your feelings concerning your body.
“Iー” you falter, the panic rising up in you as you imagine all the different ways that Yoongi might react.
But then Yoongi rubs his hand on your arm, encouraging you to continue speaking. So you take a deep breath and rub at your eyes, surprised to see that you’re crying because you hadn’t noticed it before.
“I’m not a girl,” You whisper, clenching your eyes shut as you do, afraid to see his reaction. “Not all the time, anyway. Sometimes, I’m a b-boy…hyung.”
You’re relieved to have finally said it. Your panic is beginning to die down and even though you’re not sure how your boyfriend is going to react, you know that it won’t be in a negative way. Yoongi doesn’t stop rubbing your arm and you take it as a good sign to open your eyes and look up at him. He’s smiling at you, a grin tender and soft and reassuring. You let out a relieved breath, glad that he isn’t angry or appalled and simply accepting instead.
“That’s okay,” he says. “That’s fine. This changes nothing. Nothing about the way I feel about you, Rose-ah. You’re still you, even if you sometimes feel like a boy and sometimes feel like a girl. I don’t mind.”
You sag into him, letting your limbs wrap around Yoongi as you two lay curled up on the couch. He lets you, being careful to not grip your waist as you push him back onto the couch cushions. He laughs beneath you, a soft, breathy sound as your hair tickles his face. He pushes it back and stares you in the eye, his gaze soft and touches gentle and you melt.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” You ask, your breaths intermingling in the space between you.
Yoongi nods, his lips pulling into a smile. “Of course. I didn’t fall in love with you because you were a girl. I fell in love with you because of you, and you feeling like this, it doesn’t change anything about the way I feel about you. You could be an alien for all I care, but you’re not. You’re you and that’s all I want you to be.”
You nuzzle your nose into his throat, a rush of affection for the man underneath you suddenly taking you by storm. “Did you just confess?”
Yoongi laughs again. “Maybe. I thought it would be appropriate anyway.”
“Appropriate how?”
“You’ve probably been freaking out about telling me for some time, so I just wanted to reassure you.”
“So you reassure me by telling me you love me?” You ask.
“Yeah. Why? Do you not love me?”
You shake your head and laugh. “Of course I love you. I just didn’t want to be the first one to say it.”
Yoongi presses his nose to your hair. “Well, at least we both know how we feel now. And I really do mean it when I say that your gender doesn’t matter to me, okay, Rose-ah?”
“Okay, hyung.”
You press your lips to his then, relishing in the way he shifts underneath you, his hands tugging at the end of your hoodie as your mouths meld together. It’s soft and simple and you think that maybe that’s how life with Yoongi is. Easy and comforting.
You don’t think you’ll mind very much if it is.
a/n: I wrote this for my best friend @spring-dayoongi bc they’re 100% right about there not being enough fics with genderfluid readers and i hope that this makes a select few happy. also, this is a re-post from my writing blog (@wenotes)! this is also the mxr work i’m most proud of!
summary: You, Namjoon and Jimin are like the Three Musketeers, best friends for as long as you can remember. But there’s more going on between you and Namjoon. In the end, his jealousy puts you both into your places.
The look on Namjoon's face could kill right about now.
Namjoon is generally a very gentle soul with clumsy hands and a tall, well-proportioned build, but there are times when his expression turns blank and the tips of his ears go red. You've known him long enough to tell when he's angry and right now, Namjoon is angry.
But you aren't really sure why.
It's pretty indecent to be sitting on Jimin's lap while your crush sits across from you, but it's also pretty indecent to mindlessly flirt with other girls at a party that Namjoon had invited you to. And he'd done just that so in your mind, this is payback.
Plus, Jimin's lap is really comfortable. His thighs make amazing cushions and the hand he has on your waist is warm, comforting you because he knows all too well about your situation with Namjoon.
For as long as you can remember, it's always been the three of you. You're like the Three Musketeers the way you all seem to gravitate towards one another when you're in the same room and know each other like the back of your hand. You can take one glance at Jimin and Namjoon's posture and immediately know how much sleep they got the night before and what they're feeling right in that moment. That's the perks of having best friends you suppose.
But maybe the perks don't really seem to outweigh the most important con.
You and Namjoon like each other. Have liked each other for what seems like years.
You both know it. Jimin knows it. The whole campus seems to know it. Yet, you two haven't gotten together.
There's a lot holding you back. Neither of you want to ruin your lifelong friendship. You don't want others to belittle you for not being as intelligent as Namjoon. Namjoon doesn't want others to belittle him for not being as good-looking as you, no matter how many times you and Jimin have reassured him that he's hot. Your dynamic is a fragile thing and when it comes to important things like this, you're both a little scared about what could happen.
But both you and Jimin know that Namjoon is brewing in his jealousy across from you two right now and you feel a tiny thrill run through you as Namjoon finally looks up to pinpoint you with his gaze.
Before you know it, he's getting up and stomping out of the living room, making his way towards his room. You and Jimin look at each other, sharing confused glances until your phone starts to ring. Jimin slips it out of your back pocket and giggles as he hands it to you. You feel your brow furrow as you take your phone and glance at the caller ID.
It's Namjoon.
"Hello?" Your throat feels dry and tight and your voice shakes, but the answer you receive shakes you up even more.
"I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work," Namjoon says. "Send Jimin away and come to my room. Now."
You don't get the chance to say anything because Namjoon hangs up right then. You blink as you pull your phone away from your ear and wordlessly stand up from your position on Jimin's lap. Jimin laughs and stands as well, making his way towards the door where his shoes are. As he slips into them, Jimin winks at you and smirks slyly.
"I'll be with Hoseok and Yoongi. Text me when it's cool to come home," he chuckles and then he's stepping outside and you're left staring at the front door.
Your phone begins to chime again and you scowl, throwing it on the couch you and Jimin had sat on. "I'm coming! Stop calling me!"
Namjoon doesn't respond, but your phone stops ringing almost immediately and you make your way towards Namjoon's room, your expression grim and steps careful. His bedroom door is closed, but as you draw nearer, it flies open to reveal a stony faced Namjoon. His hands grip your waist then and you're forcefully pulled into his embrace and his room where he shuts and locks the door behind you.
His lips are on yours before you can even protest, but by then, you don't really care much because finally, Namjoon is kissing you. It feels amazing and you forget about everything else, only focusing on the fire that rises in your belly as Namjoon picks you up, his hands supporting you from under your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist. Namjoon is known for his clumsiness so you're surprised when he manages to maneuver you both to his bed, unscathed. But manage it, he does and your back lands on the soft material of Namjoon's mattress.
Namjoon's hands are all over you now and you groan, your body arching into his, seeking friction of some kind. Namjoon mumbles something under his breath and you manage to catch his lobe in between your teeth. You bite down softly, relishing in the hearty moan that rumbles out from his chest and feel your breaths falter when he grips the bottom of your shirt before pulling it right over your head.
"Holy shit," Namjoon whispers in the heated air between you, a dusky pink falling on his cheeks as he takes in the lacy material of your bra.
His hands cup your breasts gingerly, as if afraid to hurt you somehow, and you laugh the tiniest bit. Gone is the jealous Namjoon that fumed over you sitting in Jimin's lap. Now you're dealing with the Namjoon you've known all your life, the sweet, caring guy who's always been there for you when you needed him the most.
Namjoon's head dips down to press a kiss to the top of your breasts and you ache to be free of your bra. There are too many clothes in between the two of you and you just want the both of you to be as naked as the day you were born. But you let Namjoon have this, the slow, careful movements are essential for him and you bite your lip and arch your back some more, hoping that Namjoon will take the hint.
Thankfully, he does and soon enough the cold air of Namjoon's bedroom is meeting your nipples as Namjoon's lips trail down to your navel, mouth insistent against your skin. You moan, a trail of fire following Namjoon's touch, and you fumble with the top buttons on his shirt, your angle awkward. Namjoon laughs at the cute way your brows are pinched together and teeth clamped down on your bottom lip. You stare at him a bit offended, but that bleeds away into humor and fondness as you watch Namjoon laugh.
First times with people are generally awkward and clumsy, but what you have with Namjoon right now is humorous, soft, and comfortable. It feels like you've both been waiting for this moment, and while that may be true, it also feels like being friends for all your lives is really paying off in this moment.
You and Namjoon kiss again, movements softer and slower than before but the air is still charged with that same feeling of passion and heat. You manage to unbutton the rest of Namjoon's shirt and marvel at the smooth skin that's exposed when the material falls away. Your hands grip his shoulders then slide down his spine to hook your fingers through the loops on his jeans. You tug down, not forcefully enough to pull his pants down, but enough for Namjoon to understand your intentions.
His hands leave your waist then and fumble at the front of his jeans, undoing the single button and pulling the zipper down as fast as he can so he can get slip out of the constricting material. When he pulls back the tiniest bit to step out of his jeans, you undo your shorts and lift your hips to push them down your legs. You're left in your panties then and your face warms when you realize that Namjoon's taking in his fill of you. His eyes almost burn into you as they look you over from head to toe. His leans forward and kisses you again, his mouth warm and wanting and you kiss him back, moaning when his palm flattens against your stomach only to slide down into your panties.
His fingers hook into the waistband and you gasp when the material is being pulled away. You're naked then and Namjoon smiles as you stare up at him, your face flushing an even darker red than before. But Namjoon is quick to rid himself of his own underwear and now your wish has been granted.
You're both as naked as the day you were born.
Your eyes can't leave his erection though. Namjoon is a tall guy, not very broad in the shoulders but well-built, so you'd often fantasize about having sex with him. You just didn't expect for him to be so big.
Of course, it's not something that you can't handle, but it's hard to look away and Namjoon chuckles above you before he's rummaging in his bedside drawer. He makes a triumphant noise when he finds the condom he was looking for and shows you it, giving you a wink as he does. You smile and laugh, relieved that he'd been prepared because you are on the pill, but you still don't want to catch anything in case Namjoon has fooled around with other people before you.
"You always were the smart one," you say, almost forgetful of the fact that these are the first words either of you has really spoken since you stepped into his room.
Namjoon shrugs and offers you a sheepish smile. "I know you're on the pill, but it never hurts to have condoms around."
You nod and pull him closer, smiling at him. "You couldn't be more right."
"You want to do this though, right?" Namjoon asks as he draws closer to you, his erection against your abdomen now as he leans over you. "You can say no if you want to. I wouldn't be upset."
But immediately, you shake your head, your fingers twisting into his hair as you do. "I've been waiting to do this for a long time, Namjoon. Trust me, I want this."
Namjoon smiles again, his nose bumping into yours as he speaks. "I've wanted this for a long time too. I'm really happy to have you in my arms right now. It drives me insane when other guys look at you like they're undressing you in their heads."
You shrug, a smirk playing across your lips. "Can't help that I'm hot. S'not my fault what guys think anyway. I only care about what you think of me."
"I think you're amazing, Y/N."
"I think you're amazing too, Namjoon."
"Should we just make this official then? I mean, you and me...together?"
You smile. "I'd like that a lot."
"Me too."
Namjoon kisses you then and you're swept back into his spell. He rips the condom open with his teeth and quickly rolls it down on himself as you watch. Soon enough though, he's sinking into you and you moan, your thoughts scattering as Namjoon fills you up with your legs wrapped tight around his waist. His hips rock into you, the motion firm and swift, causing you to cry out, your hands scrambling for purchase against his shoulders.
But he keeps going and you hang on for dear life, gasping and feeling like your very veins are on fire. His movements are hard and fast, his rhythm unyielding and he's hitting that spot of yours that makes you see stars every time. Generally, it takes most guys longer to find your g spot, but Namjoon has found it with no problem at all and you whine when his next thrust is more solid than before.
He kisses you as his hips begin to move even faster and you feel your orgasm start to build up. It sizzles through you, a hot flash of pleasure trying to pull you under. Your thighs shake and you're mumbling out nonsense that isn't very comprehensible, but Namjoon's firm body in between your legs anchors you.
When his fingers flick against your clit, that's when you lose it.
Your orgasm washes over you in a wave of heat, engulfing you completely as you moan Namjoon's name. His rhythm is sloppy now and you know that he's close so you clench around him, pushing him towards that high that makes you both feel like you're on top of the world.
"Oh, fuー" Namjoon's cut off when his orgasm slams into him, rendering him speechless as he releases himself into the condom.
You gasp underneath him, the soft pillow-y feeling of your orgasm still in the forefront of your mind as you watch the man above you. His eyes are closed and the both of you are covered in sweat, but the air is now peaceful between you two. It's easier to breathe and there's less tension than there was beforehand. You feel comfortable and happy.
Namjoon shifts above you and opens his eyes, gracing you with a dopey grin as soon as your gazes meet. You grin back, your body feeling weightless and mind hazy, but the feeling of his body against yours is striking. His arms shake around you, wobbly and struggling to hold himself up and you can't help but giggle. You unwind your legs from around his waist and grab his shoulders before you roll him over, groaning when you impale yourself with his cock as his back lands on the bed with an "oomph".
You both begin laughing then and you lift your hips up, slowly rising off Namjoon's softened cock. His legs dangle over the edge of the bed and you're sure that your hair resembles a bird's nest, but Namjoon's eyes are crinkled in mirth, fondness swimming in his chocolate irises. Your chest swells with emotion for him and you squeak when Namjoon pulls you down and kisses you breathless, rolling the two of you around until you're curled around each other in the middle of his bed.
You're left staring into one another eye's, smiles on your faces and something very unexplainable in the air. His condom is gone now, having taken it off, tied a knot in it and thrown it into his trash bin into the corner of his room beforehand. Namjoon cups your face and caresses your hair before he leans forward and kisses the tip of your nose. You flush underneath his gaze and tender touch, your senses overwhelmed with Namjoon's entire being.
"I know it's probably going to feel weird for awhile because we've been friends for all our lives," he starts to say, drawing you out of your thoughts and back into the present. "But, I hope we can try and make this work. I really like you, Y/N. I've liked you for a long time."
"I hope so too, Namjoon," you respond, a small grin on your face as you lean forward and quickly press a kiss to Namjoon's lips. "I really like you too. I have for a long time too."
Namjoon chuckles and kisses you again, his face flushing pink once more. "Where'd you send Jimin to anyway? Do you have to call him back or something?"
"He left to Hoseok and Yoongi's place," you laugh. "Told me to text him once the coast was clear, so I should do that."
"Ah, so he's finally taking my advice," Namjoon says, a shy grin spread wide across his face. "You know he's been crushing on the both of them since the beginning of the semester."
"Wait, really? Why didn't he tell me anything?" You ask, biting your lip as you think over Jimin's behavior for the past few months.
Namjoon smiles and shrugs. "He only told me a few days ago. He was kind of embarrassed about liking two people at the same time until I told him about polyamory. I guess it changed his mind about things."
You slap his arm, being careful to not strike him too hard. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Ow," Namjoon mouths, but then that boisterous laugh of his rings out in the air and you smile, a bit of your irritation ebbing away as Namjoon begins to speak. "He pulled the bro code on me. I couldn't do that to my bro."
"Well, he's my bro too you know," you sniff, humor heavy in your tone. "Whatever, I guess. He can just stay at their place tonight."
Namjoon arches a brow at you, a sly grin on his face now. "Oh? Spend the night? Why? Do you plan on having your way with me many times tonight?"
You laugh then, your eyes crinkling up with giddiness. "Depends. How many condoms do you have in your drawer?"
"A whole box full, love."
"Then yes. I definitely am going to have my way with you many, many times tonight, my dear Namjoonie."
Namjoon rolls over and brackets your head in between his arms as he leans down and starts suckling on your throat, leaving lovebites on your skin as you squirm underneath him. "I'm ready whenever you are, Y/N."
You giggle and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer towards you until you can feel his cock struggling in vain to get hard again, right against your navel. Namjoon continues to mark a trail down your throat and your fingers tangle into his hair, the air becoming charged between you two again.
When your lips meet, they seem to meld together, tongues clashing against one another messily. His lips are soft against yours and when his hands come up to cradle your face, you feel cherished.
Namjoon is handling you like glass and you hope that becomes something normal for you in the future.
Thankfully, it does.
a/n: you didn’t really specify a gender for the reader and i usually write gender-neutral readers, but it was just easier to give the reader a vagina and all for the sake of smut, anyway, i hope you liked this! thank you for requesting ♡
A namjoon smut where you like each other, but technically aren't together. he sees you and jimin being extra friendly with each other. Then he loses it when you throw yourself onto jimins lap just playing around. THEN HE CALLS YOU TO HIS ROOM AND YEA GALWBEKSBE and at the end some fluff where they finally get together? Jealous Namjoon is my favorite 👀🙏
