Our first milestone project!! This has been in the works for a long time now, and we’re excited to finally show you what we’ve been working on!! ^.^
This is a 7 chapter series written by the 5~
It is a connected episodic series where y/n travels through the realms of the seven sins. (ppsstt, its smut with plot wink* wink*) Below the cut is the master-list for the series!
[ FINISHED!! ]
~Umami
Ch. 1 ⊙ | 𝕷𝖚𝖝𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖆 : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 | ⊙
𝕷𝖚𝖘𝖙 ❧: A loveless marriage drives you to a dark part of your city in search of the things that once made you happy. Instead, you find a man who awakens carnal desires deep inside you that you never knew existed. An impulsive decision and a loss of control make for the best paintings but driven past the point of no return- tell me, is it worth falling for?
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: 18+, smut, bts smut, taehyung x reader, reader insert, artist Taehyung, strangers, knife play, blood play, rough sex, master x servant relationship, dom x sub relationship, dominant male, dirty talk, unprotected sex, affair, alcohol consumption, sex under the influence, daemon au
❧ ☆.｡.:* Zesty .｡.:*☆
Ch. 2 ⦿ | 𝕲𝖚𝖑𝖆 : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 | ⦿
𝕲𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖞 ❧: Your boyfriend’s mastery of the kitchen is a pleasant surprise. He loves watching you enjoy the food he makes for you, and he has you eating out of the palm of his hand- literally. When a cute little game turns into something more sinister, can you handle the heat, or do you need to get out of the kitchen?
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: 18+/smut, bts smut, seokjin x reader, reader insert, boyfriend jin, blindfold, strip game, food play, oral (f + m receiving), light breath play, ripping clothes, unprotected sex (pls stay safe kids), lite monster fucking?, demon au
❧ minty~
Ch. 3 ◐ | 𝕬𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖆 : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕 | ◑
𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉 ❧: When you’re in need of some quick, flashy jewelry for an event, what better place to go than a pawn shop? However when nothing catches your eye, the shop owner shows you something that you absolutely must have. But when the pricing is much more than you anticipated, you think of another way to get it. Just how far are you willing to go for a bargain?
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: 18+, hoseok x reader, unprotected sex, oral (f), monster fucking kinda, sexual bribery(?) (if you couldnt tell, you fuck for the jewelry), he cums in you lmao, ripped panties, hair pulling, demon au, seven deadly sins au
❧ -Fizzy ԅ(♡﹃♡ԅ)
Ch. 4 ◕ | 𝕬𝖈𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖆 : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕩 | ◕
𝕾𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖍 ❧: His company is magmatic, languid and persistent. He is a viscous fire that keeps you on your toes, suspended over the edge. Its static, bubbling up slowly and encompassing all the memories that now felt so far away. Will you stay where its warm and the pleasures are many, or will you cross the threshold he’ll tell you isn’t there?
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: 18+, Yoongi x reader, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, bathtub sex, fingering(f receiving), daemon au, mind fuck, angst? kinda? -ish, mad quarantine vibes.
❧ -umami⋆~
Ch. 5 ⬤ | 𝕴𝖗𝖆 : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕟 | ⬤
𝖂𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍 ❧: When you first signed up for private dance lessons, you thought your instructor was the sweetest thing in the world. But during tonight’s session you notice he’s on edge, more harsh than ever with his feedback. It only goes downhill when he notices you wearing a familiar piece of a jewelry.
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: 18+, jimin x reader, unprotected sex, TW: Jimin yells and gets a bit rough with you, oral (f), angry sex??, he shoots his load in you, more monster fucking,
❧ -Fizzy ԅ(♡﹃♡ԅ)
Ch. 6 ◎ | 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖆 : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 | ◎
𝕰𝖓𝖛𝖞 ❧: he can’t stand how those men’s eyes are on you, how they send you money with the few clicks of a button as you show your body off to them, as you touch yourself for them. You have given your body to others too many times, and it is displeasing him. It isn’t fair that they have gotten to see you before he has; you should belong to him and him only.
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: 18+, jungkook x fem!reader, unsafe sex, camgirl situation, possessive sex
❧ tart｡･:*:･ﾟ’★
Ch. 7 ❂ | 𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖎𝖆 : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙 | ❂
𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 ❧: He’s waited a long time to see you, and he’s taken pride in his patience. You meet him at a crossroads, a gleaming domain he’s worked countless hours to build. Earn his favor and he’ll be good to you -burn him and you’ll wish you hadn’t. At the end of the line he will offer you a choice.
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: 18+, Namjoon x fem!reader, Throne sex, Daemon!Namjoon, Hell au(yall knew where this was going), unprotected sex, biting, light choking, big dom vs dom energy, genital piercings.
This might be a little confusing to any old followers seeing this on their dash, but we are airing out the dirty laundry tonight!
in retrospect, I think I was a little too nice in my departure from Namfine; so I will be correcting that gullible mistake here~ For those of you who are not aware, Namfine is a collaborative blog that I started and put together, wrote for, and also created the majority of the graphics for. Two days ago I deleted all of my works and took my leave from a blog I created, stating that my reasoning was for a need to step away to work on my mental health. A classic social media break, which is something I’m sure most if not all of you reading this have partaken in at some point in your life.
And I’m sure all of you would never see someone taking a break for their mental health and think “hmm, lets make this about me instead.”
And I hate that I have to indulge their ego for a second by saying this but, yes it was because of you. Being around you and your toxic, judgmental, hypocritical,volatile, selfish mentality was effecting my already deteriorating mental health and I decided I needed to step away for my own good lol
Idk why thats such a difficult concept to grasp. You know you both could have just asked me, I left the sever but its not like I blocked or deleted anyone. Coulda asked anythything on insta, snap, tumblr(I literally dropped the link), you have my email. But nahh, its easier to speculate and wallow in self pity, or to be mad at me for wanting to work on my mental health and not explicitly telling you first. Lol, tart.
~future me in editing here to say, a dm has been received lol. Really doesn’t excuse the fact that your first reaction was to just be mad at me. Even when you were faking being nice you still couldn’t ask how I was, but your actual motives were still very clear. Your paranoia is valid. Just as valid as the paranoia I felt just being your “friend” for all these months. ~
I was trying to be nice and cordial in my exit, how foolish of me.
And you wonder why I “didn’t come to you first”?
I tried. First in september, then in november, then again in october. Each time I tried to speak up about how I was doing I was either brushed off, or the conversation turned into a “ohH I’ve been there, but for mee it was much worse.” Before I even got a word out. If you two could pull your heads out of your own asses for 15 seconds you would know the struggles I’d gone through in the last several months. I thought we were friends, yet at my lowest point all you did was make me feel like my feelings were invalid because you “allegedly” have had it worse, despite not knowing a god damn thing lol. Why does it always need to be a competition, and why do you always think you need to win?
I’m doing better now though, not that you care; clearly.
And I’m gonna touch on this just briefly because Zesty mentioned it cuz I just… I can’t even lol. Listen to black voices they said… as they then proceeded to talk over black voices, the clowneryy!! xD
Booboo, I do not give one good god damn about how educated you think you are on racial issues, if a POC is talking and maybe they disagree with you it is not YOUR place to talk over them. I don’t care what you think, you are white. Sit tf down.
And don’t give me the “my best friend is black” excuse either lol
Never in my life has a white person made me feel so scared to speak up on topics that I am effected by, nOT them.
Ridiculous.
So anyway, yall two have fun talking shit about me now lol. I don’t give two fucks anymore, you two will never learn and I’m not about to waste my breath any more than I already have.
And yes this is public, and yeah thats petty but I’m beyond the ability to care, you know why? Because they wanted to talk shit about me in private instead of just asking when I literally stated I was leaving for my mental health lol. I feel like a broke record here.
The insensitivity and lack of awareness is astounding.
Sloth is a state of dejection that leads to spiritual apathy.
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Δ pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Δ word count: 6.5k
Δ summary: His company is magmatic, languid and persistent. He is a viscous fire that keeps you on your toes, suspended over the edge. Its static, bubbling up slowly and encompassing all the memories that now felt so far away. Will you stay where its warm and the pleasures are many, or will you cross the threshold he’ll tell you isn’t there?
Δ Tags: 18+, Yoongi x reader, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, bathtub sex, fingering(f receiving), daemon au, mind fuck, angst? kinda? -ish, mad quarantine vibes.
Δ part: 4 of 7 of our Seven Deadly Sins Milestone Challenge.
⋫ Link to Master List here
Δ a/n: Hey guys! welcome to chapter 4 of our Seven Deadly Sins series! I hope yall are prepared cuz this one gets.. surreal. Only 3 more sins to go, stay tuned because it only goes deeper from here ;P
-umami~
You loved your apartment you had together, you really did. It was cute and cozy, decorated in cool sky blues and pretty white accents. Your couch was lush and cushioned, as well as your bed and all your little bar stools that lined your kitchen nook. Four stools -because there was a time where you were expecting guests.
But that didn’t matter anymore, you weren’t concerned with other people anyway. You could barely remember a time when you could connect with anyone outside of Yoongi. The memories you did have were hazy and dark, you had a feeling that they weren’t things you needed to shine a light on. They seemed so out of place with how things felt now.
Similarly, there was one thing in your shared apartment that felt out of place. It was something of Yoongi’s from his past. He insisted on keeping it out in the open, right on the coffee table so it’s allure could distract you from your shows. It was an old hourglass. The glass was cloudy, and oxidized copper turned the spokes a textured sea green. It was large, and full of black sand that he told you was volcanic. The strangest part about it was that it was so old that it didn’t work anymore. He told you the sand must have sat too long and hardened. That didn’t sound possible to you, but you couldn’t argue with the results. It stood smack dab in the center of your white coffee table, the portions of black sand evenly distributed inside of each glass bubble. You knew it was important to him, some huge part of his history that he wouldn’t elaborate on. But most days to you -it was just an eye sore.
Some nights when it was really quiet, you swore you could hear it humming before a single drop of sand would fall.
It was rare that anything new would happen in your shared apartment, most days kept the same mindless routine. But tonight you felt particularly hungry for something different. You were out of ideas and inspiration; as usual, but you had a few tricks in finding it again. On nights like these you liked to hang over your balcony ledge and wait for something to strike you.
You watched the city lights and the busy cars rushing by. They looked like little toy cars in the distance, all lit up and full of so much urgency that they made your head spin. You figured your own car must have collected dust by now. Maybe the gas had expired and corroded some tricky little fuel lines, or maybe it had been so long that your seat cushions were sprouting daisies. You wished you could check, but the notion was silly. Yoongi would say something like “Why check on something you never need to use?” Or “We can’t go look even if we wanted to, you know that.” And he would be right. Ever since the front door disappeared there was no way to leave.. -Not that you even wanted to, you had everything you needed here in your cozy sky blue apartment. A fridge that stocked itself, a warm bed, hot water, and your carefree boyfriend to spend all this time with. It was surreal that this was how your life had been for as long as you could grasp, or maybe it was surreal that there was ever a time before this.
But something about the noise from up there was mesmerizing to you. It made you feel less… trapped.
You felt trapped; somewhere deep down, but you also had this overwhelming feeling of never wanting to leave. Of just wanting to live out the rest of your days in Yoongi’s arms, all cooped up in your cozy little apartment that had two too many stools and a broken hourglass.
Thinking about it, you remembered that the clock’s never worked right either. You had one that sat above the stove in your kitchen; nothing special, but it was big enough that you could see it from most places in the open apartment. Sometimes you would sit and count the seconds as you watched them tick; because you had more than enough time to be counting seconds, but they never ticked on time. Sometimes they were four seconds off, sometimes seven, other times they ticked backwards or sometimes not at all. You just wanted one clock that could work properly, but Yoongi always said they were useless when you had no schedules to stick to. He was right, but you still wanted a way to keep track of the days, the months, the years. You had no idea how long it had been. It was long enough that anything that happened before felt detached, but not long enough for you to have aged. Or to have gone mad..
You sighed as you watched the little people off in the distance and how they lived their lives so far away from you. You wondered how exciting their lives were out there, and what kinds of places that must be traveling to. Shopping malls, and coffee shops, office buildings and movie theaters. Those things all felt almost imaginary to you know.
You started to hear a rustling behind you. You smiled to yourself, you were wondering where he had been. There were only three rooms in your world after all, it was hard not to always bump into each other.
He walked up behind you like he often had on nights likes these, and he wrapped his warm arms around you. You relaxed into his embrace, any tenseness and worries you were feeling before melting away like butter in his arms. He kept you close to his chest, his lips starting to leave light kisses and goosebumps along the gentle curve of your neck.
You felt enveloped by him, his scent of lavender and cedarwood filling the air around you. You pressed yourself back further into him, pushing yourself off of the ledge. He grasped his hands around your hips, leaning up to kiss at the spot behind your ear.
"Do you want to go back inside?" He questioned, and you turned to nuzzle your nose into his neck. You hummed there, thinking about it a little longer. You hadn’t been struck with your new idea yet..
“Hmm.. Not yet.” You focused on the way his chest rose and fell behind you. Slow and gradual, and you could feel his steady pulse against your lips.
“Do you want me to stay? Or am I distracting.” He pulled you in a little tighter when he said that, and he caught the lob of your ear lightly between his teeth before he pulled. You hummed again, very much enjoying the feeling of having him wrapped around you like this. His lips turning soft against your skin. You pressed your hips back into him; just to check something. You chuckled before you replied.
“You are distracting -But I don’t want you to leave. Maybe you can help me?” He was no fool to what you were doing, or to the light playfulness in your voice. He gripped his hands around your hips and pulled your closer, digging his own hips into your back side.
“Help with what? Baby.” His voice was gruff against your ear now, it made you shiver in his clutches. You hummed once more, fighting to keep your mind on track and to not think about how nice his member felt stiffening against your ass.
“I’m not sure what we should eat tonight.”
“I can think of a few things.” You giggled at the suggestiveness in his voice, turning around to peck him on the cheek and to scurry your way back inside. The surprised look in his eyes was heartwarming, there was just that little twinge of disappointment that you’d gotten away from him so soon. He shook his head a little, moving his soft black hair out of his eyes.
“I’m serious! I’m tired of eating the same old things, I wanna try something new!” You skipped up into your kitchen as you yelled back to him, knowing full well that he would follow you.
“Like what?” He asked, stopping half way into the living room, between the couch, and the hourglass.
“I’m not sure.. That's what I need your help for.” You gleamed, stepping across the tiles to spin your stools out of restlessness.
“Well.. Lets see.” He thought aloud as he sat himself down, staring into the murky glass as he searched for an idea. “What do we have to work with?”
“It seems like I eventually find everything I ever need.. So.. I guess the options are endless!” You chimed, moving to rummage through your cabinets.
“I’m not sure if I remember any dishes you don’t already make..” You frowned at that. That's what you were afraid of, it was an excuse he had for a lot of things. But you understood because you were beginning to feel the same way.
“Really?? Didn’t you use to travel a lot? You must know so many more things I could try than I do." He scrunched his brows, his eyes falling back on that old hourglass again.
“Yeah but.. That was a long time ago, I don’t remember." He paused, turning back to you with a sparkle in his eyes. "Why don’t you make that fancy pasta of yours and we’ll add something new?” you lent him a weak smile, not wanting to dampen his excitement even though his idea wasn't exactly what you were looking for.. And you knew where this was going.
“New like what?” He paused again, his eyes going wide as he tried to recall something from the back of his mind.
“I'm not sure, calamari?” You hummed and nodded at his idea as you watched him slowly racking his brain.
“I’ve done that.” It hurt a little to give him the bad news, but it was true. You'd made pasta with calamari within the last few weeks.
“What about shrimp?” You nodded along again this time before u sent the blow.
“I’ve done that too.” His eyebrows furrowed, and you knew he was trying so hard to think of something fresh and new. It wasn't his fault he couldn't remember, you knew that. You turned away, walking up to dig through your fridge. Sometimes inspiration came to you in there, especially if you opened and closed it enough times..
“Broccoli?” You sighed, spotting the broccoli tucked away in the vegetable crisper just as he said it. “That too..” You were thinking about giving up and just making something you always make when he popped up beside you suddenly and slammed his hands on the counter like he'd just thought of the best thing.
“What about… all together? Have you tried that yet?” You stopped, turning back to him with the chill of the refrigerator still cooling the room.
“I haven't, do you think that would be good?” His smile was warm and confident as he looked at you. It was calming, just as his presence always was.
“I think anything you ever cook is good baby, but let me know if you want an assistant. You know I’m always here for you.”
~~
The pasta turned out alright, just like he said. It was ready, but he had gone missing again like he sometimes did. It was strangely endearing that he could always find a quiet place to himself in such a small space. You called for him with little luck, so you started to look for him. There were only two other rooms so there weren’t many places for him to be hiding, but somehow he stumped you every time.
You started your way down the narrow hallway, your old hall light flickering above you. You were headed towards your bedroom door on the right when you noticed something strange you didn’t remember being there. Another door? This one on the left side just adjacent to your bedroom. You swore that wasn’t there.. You had no broom closets, and the bathroom’s only entrance was through the bedroom. This was.. New. Even though it looked very old. Cracked and missing paint setting it in high contrast against the rest of your apartment. There was no way it was something you could have just overlooked. It was.. strange, and you felt your heart beginning to race as you came closer to it. Had your memory really gotten so bad that you’d forgotten a whole other room..? You were beginning to not trust yourself.. To not trust your reality. Something had always seemed unusual here but Yoongi could always calm those thoughts away from you.. But Yoongi wasn’t here.
You pressed your ear to the misplaced door; timidly, seeing if you could hear anything on the other side. Maybe it held a water heater? Or the electrical system? You thought, pulling strings to just make sense of it. You heard a clicking inside, and some very faint humming. Neither of which calmed your nerves.
“Yoongi..!?” You called again, hoping that he could hear you from wherever he was and that he could come calm your racing heart, and maybe inform you on what you had forgotten.
“I’m in here! -The door is open!” He answered finally, but his answer didn’t help you any. His voice sounded from inside the room and it only made you feel more out of your wits.
You fought with your anxieties as you slowly placed your hand around the rusty door knob. It was hot to the touch.. You turned it; slowly, peering inside the room to look for traces of him.
It was dark inside, that hum growing louder now that the door couldn’t keep it contained. Your eyes grew wide as you tried to adjust them to the darkness.
“Yoongi?..” You could see piles of books littered around the room, and old computer parts. Dusty equipment and piles of old trinkets you could barely identify. Everything seemed to be painted in a thick layer of dust, dirty cobwebs connecting each pile to another. The smell was.. Old, stale. Like the room hadn't seen fresh air in millennia. But despite all you could see in the room, you hadn’t seen him yet.
“Over here!” You heard him, his warm voice slowing your heart rate; if even just a little, as you darted your eyes along the darkness in search of him. There was something large and black at the end of the room, textured and bumpy. You traced your eyes up from the bottom of it, following along with how the light hit it from behind. On your way up you saw big black feathers, hundreds of them, old but beautiful. And then they moved.. Flexing straight out to the sides like something worrisome preparing for flight. You began to tremble but you couldn’t pull your eyes away, you kept them on their slow path up reaching features that startled you. It’s face.. You knew that face; you loved that face. But it was corrupted here, scaled and frightening with gleaming diamond blue eyes. It smiled at you and you recognized that look and the love in those icy eyes.
You screamed. You didn’t understand, you couldn’t. You needed things to halt, to stop. You remembered you had seen him like that before.. Maybe often.. Maybe he always looked like that.
Yoongi.
You turned away from the room, slamming the door and pressing your back against it.
You..
What were you doing?
“Looking for Yoongi.” You thought. You saw your bedroom door in front of you and you walked up and opened it not even questioning why your heart was racing so hard. You flipped the light switch on and peered around in search of him, to no avail. A moment later he startled you, coming up and hugging you from behind.
“Hey, is dinner done already? I could have helped.” You shivered, spinning around with a sudden urge to see his face. His kind brown eyes greeted you, his sweet smile proving contagious.
“It was just pasta, and it's not like I was making it from scratch.” You hugged him, resting your cheek on his shoulder and feeling your heart calm to its usual speed.
“Have you tried that yet? Maybe that could be something fun we could try together next time.” You blinked, looking up at him in surprise.
“..I haven’t. I love that idea though, but I’m not sure I know how-”
“I’m sure I have a cookbook that will tell us somewhere. Wanna try it tomorrow? We could make lasagna.” You giggled, basking in his enthusiasm.
“It’s a date.” A date, you had forgotten about those until you said it. Was anything in this apartment ever really a date when you could never leave..? You reached something deep in your mind then, the taste of rich aged wine, the taste of cream and sugar, laughter.. Images of unspeakable things. Things that excited you. He noticed the change in your demeanor; you could tell when something moved behind his eyes, but he hid it well.
“A date. -Hey.. I know you’ve seemed a little restless lately, why don’t we try something different?” You stepped back from him to get a good read on his face, your head tilting to the side.
“What do you mean?” He smirked at you.
“I have an idea, I’ll show you after dinner.”
~~
He didn’t want you to know what he had planned yet. He kissed you sweetly after dinner, spinning in his stool and scurrying over to your small wine case. He grabbed a bottle; one he had been saving, along with two glasses before he dashed down the hall into your shared bedroom. A quick shout of “Don’t peek till it's ready!! And don’t worry about the dishes!” before he was out of sight.
You felt a little lost now, impatient with nothing to hold your focus. You spun around to look over at your balcony again, the white curtains fluttering in the wind. It was picking up, the doors starting to flex and sway back and forth. You stared at them a good while before you decided it might be time to shut them for the night. You made it over to close them softly, giving a quiet “goodnight” to the outside world before you shut your curtains.
He startled you again, this time you didn’t even hear him before his hand was pulling yours to follow him through the apartment and back down the hall. He was in such a hurry and it was unusual for him, but this kind of spontaneity was what you felt like you were missing. He dragged you through the bedroom, a giddiness in his stature. He rounded you past the bed and led you to face the closed door of your bathroom. You giggled.
“What did you do?”
“Hush, you’ll see. One things first though.”
“Hmm?”
He grazed his hands against your waist, pulling your shirt up enough for you to get the hint. You reached to lift the flimsy fabric up and over your head, and he gently fisted your hair in his hand to help you get it out of the way. He released his fist, letting your hair fall messely over your bare shoulders. You heard him fiddling to throw his own shirt over his head from behind you, he was fast and it was no time before his hands were back around your waist, lowering their way down to your hips where he tucked his thumbs under the waistband. He released a hand from the task, bringing the free one up to rub along your stomach and up over your ribs. He glided it up until the tips of his fingers were teasing under your bra. He leaned down to kiss your neck again like he did before, only this time there was no escaping the heat he made you feel.
“I think you’ll like the surprise, It’s nothing special but.-”
“-I’m assuming there’s warm water and us both naked involved, I’m pretty sure I’ll love it.” You teased, hastily working to pull the rest of your clothes off faster than he was going. Despite your wiggling to get your pants all the way off of your ankles, he still had his hands all over you. And once you were up right again he was already pulling you back into his bare chest. You wrapped your arms loosely over his shoulder as his hands coyly wandered down to rest on your ass. You smirked at his behavior, pushing away from him to finally work his pants down since he was stalling. He grinned, taken a little off guard, but he complied when you needed him too.
He kicked them over, finally, and then for the second time that night he did something you weren’t expecting. He spun you around, pressing you tits first against the closed door. You gasped at the sudden cold against your nipples, and then groaned when you felt him grind his hips hard against your ass. He kept a hand on your hip, pulling them back so your ass remained up in the air where he wanted it. You braced your hands on the door, shivering when you felt his nails lightly tracing the curve of your spine. You could feel his length hard between your thighs as he dug his hips into you, and then he curled over to kiss at your shoulders, brushing your hair out of the way as he did so.
“-I want you wet before I dip you in the water.” He whispered, his voice sinful against your spine. He traced his other hand back around your waist and down your abdomen, he twisted his wrist and curled his fingers against your heat. He spread your lower lips with his pointer and middle fingers, sliding them back and slowly dipping the tips shallowly into your entrance.
“I’m there-” You gasped.
“Yeah you are..” He pushed both fingers all the way in as he spoke, pressing the heel of his hand against your heat as your mouth opened wide in a sigh. The hand around your hip reached around to squeeze the tender flesh of your ass and you could feel yourself clenching hard around his fingers. He chuckled before he pulled them out and stepped back to give you room to breath.
“You can peek now.” You paused a moment to collect yourself before slowly opening the door.
It was warm and welcoming inside the bathroom, golden candlelight flickering and casting a subtle glow around the whole room and the white tile from every corner. You smiled at the two glasses of wine he had placed on the porcelain edge of the tub, one glass already half empty.
The tub was full, a thick layer of sudds coating the surface with steam you could see coming up from where you were standing. He passed you, patting your shoulder before he walked up to place himself in the water. You watch him as he lowered himself, there was a shadow larger than him that followed. Two great fluttering masses that shifted and flickered in the candle light. He locked eyes with you, tilting his head in a question.
“Are you coming?”
“Um -Of course.” You shook it off, bounding over to test the water. He watched you curiously with his back against the porcelain, you dipping your fingers in to make sure it wasn't too hot. -And it wasn’t, just somewhere in between warm and scalding. You stepped in slowly, turning your back to him. He reached his hands up to grasp your hips out of instinct, helping you lower in and rest yourself against his steaming chest. Your hips nestled between his legs. You sighed, allowing all of your inhibitions to wash away in the water. He brushed your hair aside, hot water sliding off his arms and against your skin as he handed you a glass of wine. You took the glass from him, watching his hands as they moved in front of you. He took his own glass and brought his other arm hot across your shoulders.
“We should make a toast.”
“To what?” You questioned.
“.. To longer days, and new ideas.” You smiled and scrunched your nose up at his toast, clinking your glass with his. “And lots of wine.” You added, taking a sip from your glass. It tasted rich and full, but there was something very familiar about it. You glanced over the side of the tub in search of the bottle. You picked it up to read the label after setting your glass back down on the edge. Laveyan vineyards.
“This is the stuff you’ve been saving, right?” He hummed, the vibrations penetrating through you and making you shiver.
“Yeah, it's from an old friend. I thought it was finally time..” You gleamed, feeling honored he would crack something open from so long ago just because you had been feeling stuck. “Do you like it?" You took another sip, slower and more this time. “Yeah, something about it is really unique.” Or maybe it was just such a contrast to the same old brand you had usually been drinking from, you weren’t sure.
You continued taking slow slips of wine, letting the subtle haze fill your senses while his hands slowly roamed your body. He liked to take his time in everything, making sure to graze his fingertips along every inch of your body. Down your arms, and between your fingers, and then back up and along your collar bones. His hands stayed so hot in contrast to the cold air as it battled to suck away the warmth on your skin. You shivered when he dipped his fingers between your breasts and along your sternum. You watched him graze his knuckles against your ribs, making little thumps and waves in the water with every pass. And then he was gliding them back up to tickle along the underside of your breasts. You sighed, leaning up into his touch just hoping he would speed up a little. He chuckled at your desperation, kissing the side of your head before his hand dipped below the surface. You flinched when he suddenly grabbed your thigh, and flinched again when you heard him slamming his glass down on the edge of the tub. He grabbed you around the shoulders firmly this time, his arm like hot steel. You could feel his breath on your neck as you stretched it back for him, and your eyes started to roll back when you felt his sharp teeth grave against your skin. You shivered under the weight of him, the shadows in the room growing along with your anticipation. The shadows felt like eyes on you, and you were thrumming under them. You skin alight, your legs trembling. He had distracted you fully with his teeth and then his lips, you’d forgotten the hand he left idly around your thigh. His hand moved, and then his fingers curled back against your heat just as his breathy lips reached your ear.
“Should I make you wait?” He teased, his hand reaching up to grip hot digits around your jaw. He tilted your head to the side more, and sucked sloppy kisses into your pulse point. You melted into him, moaning as you felt his fingers dip easily inside of you. He dipped them in slowly, letting you really enjoy the stretch as the feeling melded with the sensation he was giving you on your neck. He sucked hard, grazing his tongue against the skin before he would dig his sharp teeth in. He had your head spinning already, and the steam and wine were only helping your dazed state. You’d forgotten he asked you something entirely when he curled his fingers up inside of you, the pads of them grazing that spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. He barely moved them, lightly rubbing his fingertips back and forth and holding you as you started to sigh and tremble.
“How long do you think you’ll last?” His lips vibrated against your skin as he spoke, but you didn’t have an answer. He added more pressure on that spot inside of you, angling his fingers away to the point where you could feel the hot water starting to mix with your slick as it entered you. He released your jaw to grope at your breasts again, and you head fell back to dribble against his shoulder. You wanted him to do more, to move more, to fuck you with his fingers like it was a competition. But this slow languid pace was something he was an expert at, speeding to the finish line would be so much less fun. Besides, you loved it when he toyed with you like this, when he touched and teased you for hours until all of your senses were screaming, and every touch was fire. The orgasms he could give you.. They would rip right through you, and they lasted so long. You could feel them start, could feel time slowing as every muscle in your body tensed up and sent shock waves against your skin. One by one, you could almost count the muscles clenching if you weren’t too dazed in ecstasy to think.
He uncurled his fingers, sinking them back inside you to the knuckles where he rested them. You huffed, rolling your head over to hide your face in his neck. He chuckles again, the soft sound bouncing against the walls before he pulled his fingers from you entirely. He tipped your face up to press his lips against your own. You could taste the wine on him, the scent of lavender still heavy on his skin. You reached up to cup his face as he kissed you, moving it shortly to thread into his hair. He licked your lips, testing his teeth against them before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You hummed into him, sliding your silken muscle against his own. You felt him sigh into you, a gasp leaving his lips as your tongue tickled his inner cheek. He grew hungrier as he continued, gradually leaning into you and kissing you as deeply as he could at such a tight angle.
You could feel his cock twitching against your back now, it pulsed thickly behind you. You were trying not to think so much about it being so close because thinking about it only ever made it harder for you to be patient.
Thankfully tonight he had other plans -mid kiss he gripped both hands around your hips and lifted you up. You gasped into his mouth, flailing your hands out to catch the sides of the tub. You felt your hand tipping your glass over before you could stop yourself, you heard it shatter on the floor but neither of you let that stop you, his lips now locked against your shoulders. You felt him letting one of your hips go to reach down up under you now that you could help with your balance. He started to line himself up with your entrance, letting himself go and helping you to ease down onto him. You sunk down slowly, the water making waves that kissed against your thighs from all the movement. You could sink down fast, but he had you trained so well, you knew he would stop you. His strong hands would be holding you back; hell, he might have even pulled himself out and made you wait longer. You only lowered yourself down as quickly as he would allow, his strong arms still keeping you steady.
The stretch was almost painful, the blunt head of his cock pushing stiffly into you. The water helped, it eased the slight burn that every new inch deeper he entered you would bring. You hissed, angling your hips when you felt the head of his cock slide past that spot inside of you. He started to groan, a low sound that shook the air. You parted your lips and let your head fall back, just enjoying the moment.
He pulled you down harder once you were reaching closer to his base, and then he thrust into you hard. You were so unbelievable full of him, his cock wholey nestled and pressing against every soft spot inside of you, his head pressed flush against your cervix. Your walls were fluttering and squelching, struggling to hold his full girth.
“Lean back baby.” His voice was strained as he spoke, but he kept the pitch steady. You leaned back, trying to relax your shoulders against his chest and the cold rim of the tub. You were already gasping in rhythm with the waves, and your clenching cunt.
He lifted your hips back up, keeping your weight tilted back at your shoulders. You groaned at the way he slipped half way out of you, your feet catching on the edges of the tub to help keep you from falling. He slapped his hips back into yours a moment later when you weren’t expecting it. You moaned and gripped the tub so hard your knuckles were turning white. Before you could catch a breath he was slamming in and out of you again, the water splashing up around you and onto the floor with the force of his thrusts. He kept his pace steady, slamming his cock against that spot inside of you that made you shudder. You moaned and whined, his name on your lips. Sweet like the wine. You weren’t use to this from him, this force, this speed. You shivered thinking about how sweet and fresh he was being for you tonight.
You hung a leg over the ledge to giving him more leverage and an easier angle. He groaned, his pace gradually rising. You whimpered.
“Shit -s-shit.”
He grunted, his face falling forward as the feelings consumed him.
You felt the air growing warmer, smelt something like sulfur sneaking its way into the sweetened aroma. You focused on keeping your eyes open, watching the water as it splashed, watching Yoongi’s hips moving up from beneath you. You noticed those shadows again, the twin black masses from before. They started to span out around you, the one against the wall stretching forward. For a moment it grew crisper, jagged and smooth around its many edges. The one that crept around your left side fluttered before you, stretching and curling above you as the other strained itself against the wall, pushing the now unlit candles that sat against the edge into the water. It beat itself against the wall, like it was struggling in rhythm with Yoongi’s thrusts.
You weren’t scared.. A part of you knew that they had always been there. The shadows at Yoongi’s back.
His pace started to waver as he was losing himself. He was close, and so were you. You closed your eyes again, feeling smooth feathers as they tickled your skin, his sharp nails as they dug deep into your thighs. And finally that cord inside of you snapped. You moaned out, your voice pitching higher and cracking at its peak. Each wave of pleasure hit with a lead weight, threatening to consume you fully with every pass. You felt him Struggling to fuck up into you, struggling to keep you at the right angle. You used what little leverage you had to bounce yourself against him, feeling his cum starting to coat your plush walls. Every sound that escaped his lips was something beautiful, something you would treasure as long as you could.
He slowed, finally, near dropping you as he felt exhaustion taking over. You sighed, basking in the afterglow. You could still see his wings, and you were happy this time. They were beautiful and intricate, shinny from the water. You reached out to touch one of them hoping for once that this was real. The feathers quivered against your fingertips.
“Y/n?” He sounded startled, his voice still raspy and low. “Can you see them?..” His arms wrapped around you again as you ran a finger against the edge of one of the feathers.
“Yeah.. “ It swayed then, bending and flexing inward before fluttering in around you. You felt his head drop against your shoulder just as you felt his wings tighten around the both of you. You felt so safe in his embrace, loved. But you remembered something else, something that jolted you back up. The wings parted way for you quickly, disappearing back into the shadows as smoothly as they came.
You had to check before you forgot again.
You rushed out of the tub, paying little attention to the glass on the floor. You felt sharp cuts blooming on your soles but they only made you move faster. You snatched your robe off the door and ran as quick as you could down the hall. That strange door on the left was there.. But what about the front door?
You heard him shouting after you, heard the water as he rushed out of the bath to follow you. But he wasn’t quick enough, you made it. Just in front of the front door you thought for so long wasn’t there. It was just a lie, a glamour. This whole time you could have walked right out and you never knew.
“Y/n! Wait!” Your hand was already on the knob, your other holding your robe closed. You looked back at him with shock in your eyes. Before you stood the creature from before, the one with the diamond eyes and the face you loved.
“Y/n.. if you leave I’ll never see you again.” You felt the pain in his voice and the weight of his words. But the exit you had been longing for was right there.
“Come with me?” You pleaded, you wanted so badly for him to come. You weren’t sure what he was; you were barely sure who he was, but you knew his heart and you wanted him to escape this place just as much as you wanted to leave it.
“I can’t” He sounded so defeated as he stepped forward, the dark image of him fading and revealing the man you were use to.
“What- why? The door is right here Yoongi! Let's leave this place! We can go anywhere we want!” You fought him, your hand still firmly gripped around the door handle because you were scared if it wasn’t it would disappear again. You reached your other hand to him, but he wouldn’t take it.
“I can’t y/n. The door isn’t there for me, I can’t see it.. It’s just a wall, it's always only been a wall.”
“If it's just a wall then how did I get here? How did we meet?” He shook his head, shivering and then glancing back to his hourglass.
“I can’t remember.” He turned back. “And I can’t make you stay-”
“I’ll come back for you.” You stated, and a timid smile greeted you. “I’ll bring the whole building down if I have to.” He only nodded, turning his gaze to the floor.
“Yeah.. I’ll be here.” You huffed, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him closer so that you could peck him on the lips. You weren’t going to make this a goodbye, because it wasn’t.
You opened the door quickly and stepped out, letting it close quietly behind you.
Motherlode | Namjoon x Reader | Gold Rush AU | Part 1
❂ pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
❂ word count: 5k
❂ summary: Following the death of your father in 1849, you travel across the United States in search of finding gold in California. There you stumble upon a young geology professor eager to find his way in the world as well.
❂ tags: 18+, smut, virgin reader, first time sex, oral sex (fem receiving), foreplay, light dirty talk, falling in love, mutual feelings, gold rush au, time period au, alternate universe, outdoor sex? (they’re in a tent so?), smut with plot
❂ part: 1 of 2
Part 2
❂ a/n: Hello everyone, Admin Zesty here! This is the first in a two part series of a new alternate universe set in the California Gold Rush with our dearest Namjoon. I’ll update this and post the next chapter when it’s finished. Hope you enjoy!
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The sunrises out here really were beautiful. That gave you something to look forward to each day, at least. You urged your horse forward, eager to catch up to the rest of the caravan. It was just a few more miles until you reached the border of California and then a bit more to reach the American River. You had made it. For the first time in a long time, you felt a glimmer of hope.
The trek across America had been harder than you expected. You had been so overcome with grief from the death of your father that you had leapt at the opportunity to find riches in the unexplored west after James Marshall found that massive gold nugget. New York had nothing for you now, it’s only purpose serving as a stark reminder that you had no one left in the world to look out for you. Only mean neighbors who trusted your bookshop owning father on his peculiar way of raising a young lady.
“I do oppose young ladies learning how to read, it’s quite unbecoming.”
“If you keep encouraging those debates, Mr. Y/L/N, you’re going to raise her to have a mind of her own!”
“Ugh, did you see what Y/N was wearing around the store the other evening? Pantaloons!”
You shoved down the memories. Yes, leaving New York after the death of your father had been surprisingly easy.
The sun finally tipped over the horizon and flashed in your eyes. You pulled down your cap, careful to keep your hair tucked under it in an effort to block the sun. It was dangerous for a single young lady without a male relative or husband to travel alone. With no known family left, you had done the only thing you knew to avoid it: became a boy.
As a boy you were inconspicuous, you could easily slide under the radar. Men stopped paying attention to you and the streets were safer at night. Your last night in New York all it took was a pair of scissors and a quick raid of your father’s closet and you were ready to go. But now, five months into the journey, your hair was starting to get long again and you knew your face well enough to know that if you didn’t pin your hair, it would soon be easy to tell. You had lost your knife a few months back and sorely felt the loss.
“How are the pains?” A soft voice drew you from your thoughts and you turned to see the minister’s wife astride her sorrel mare beside you. As one of the few women in the group, she had the ability to move quietly when she needed to. She was older than you and had a kind face. Her and her husband were heading to California to spread the gospel of the lord and had been kind enough to let you tag along with their group on the journey. Most of which were practicers of religion or men hoping to find riches for their families. The caravan totaled to about 25 people and of them all, she was the only one that knew you were a girl.
She’d figured it out quickly, given the fact that your period the first month on the road had been brutal. She had recognized your pain, offered you some herbs, and didn’t ask any questions.
When you offered an explanation later, stating how you wanted the opportunity and safety only a man’s appearance could offer, she said you didn’t need to explain. That your reasonings were your own and she understood what would happen if you were discovered. Of the freedom that could be taken from you and the things that could be forced upon you in an instant.
And that was that. Your companionship had grown from there, simple but welcomed.
“They’re better,” you respond. “Thank you for the herbs.”
The woman smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Have you figured out what you’re going to do when you get there?”
You tightened your resolve and flashed her a smile. “I’m gonna kick the West’s ass.”
***
It turns out, the West’s ass didn’t want to be kicked. By the time you had reached the base on the American River parts of your group had dwindled down. The minister and his wife stayed with you and the other panners for a few days before continuing on their journey to San Francisco leaving you, for the first time on this journey, completely and utterly alone.
The base was huge, an expedition set up by a mean old man who called himself The Warden. What his real name was, no one knew. You had that in common with him at least, having kept your true name secret to all who you’d encountered.
It was now, standing in his massive tent surrounded by his men, that the sinking feeling of being a woman in disguise in a camp filled with rascals settled in. If any one were to discover you, god knows what would happen.
“How old are you anyway, boy?” The warden asked. He was standing behind his desk. On it was a map of the American with circles indicating where gold had been found. “You’re a scrawny fella.”
“Sixteen, sir.” 23. But tall, for a girl and well past marriageable age in your neighbors opinions.
The older man scoffed, stroking his mustache. “And you out here searchin’ for riches, son? Gonna blow it all on hookers and booze, I betcha.” The men around him laughed. You kept your face neutral.
“Something like that, sir.”
“Well,” he took a swig from the metal mug. “All walks of life are welcome here. We’re all runnin’ from somethin’ and searchin’ for the-” he held up a finger “-one thing that will help us escape.” He put down the mug and grabbed a piece of paper from his desk, careful to avoid smudging the ink on the map. “Sign here and you can start tomorrow.”
You looked at the paper. Lucky for you, your father had believed that everyone, regardless of gender should be taught to read. You couldn’t say the same for the parents of other girls your age. He had also taught you to be wary of a contract. “What is it?”
“An agreement, boy. You sign away 60 days of honest work to me, panning for gold and helping assemble my mine. After that, I’ll let you pan here for free. Anything you find, you keep.”
Seems fair.
“What if I find something before my days are up?”
He looked at you. “Then it’s mine. I’m letting you sleep here and eat our food, I gotta pay for it all somehow and aren’t we all in this for profit?”
Touche.
“Deal.”
***
The days were long and the work was hard. Regardless, you found yourself quickly settling into a routine at the camp. You started most mornings down by the river, panning for gold. The cool water managed to balance out the hot sun and compared to the noisy streets of New York, you were loving the sounds of the birds and the wind.
In the afternoons you would sometimes continue panning or they would send you into the mines to help clear paths. You hated it down there. There was something unnerving about going deep into the earth and digging into her crevices. The air smelled damp and the only light was the lanterns that were hung haphazardly along the walls. You tried to avoid this work as much as possible.
On the eighth day of your sentence your routine was broken by a disturbance on the outskirts of the main base. A young professor had arrived a few days earlier and you had paid him little mind, as did most of the other miners. Still, it seemed his time of going unnoticed was over.
“What did you say about my gold?” An angry man had the lanky professor by his collar and up against a tree, two of his friends closing in on either side.
The professor waved his arms in surrender, trying desperately to fix whatever it was he seemed to have started. You stopped along the path along with a few other panners to observe and a small crowd gathered shortly.
“I merely spoke the truth,” The professor said, his voice even and calm. “What you have there isn’t gold at all. It’s pyrite. You trading it for time off his sentence seems hardly fair considering it's pretty much worthless.”
You shook your head at his honesty in such a compromising position. What an idiot.
“Look,” The panner said, tightening his grip on the professor's collar. “ I may not have some fancy degree from some big college but I’ve been working these waters a lot longer than you, boy, and I know gold when I see it.”
“It’s an easy mistake to make, when you don’t know the differences. I hardly blame you.”
Your mouth dropped open. The men around you shifted on their feet, sensing a scuffle.
The man fumed. “Are you calling me a liar?”
The professor looked down at his collar at the spot where the man gripped his collar before tracing the man’s arm with his eyes slowly back to his face.
Oh god, you thought. Please don’t say it.
“I don’t think you’re a liar,” the professor stated.
Oh, good. He has some sense at least.
“Just an idiot.”
Here we go.
The man pulled back his other fist, his friends egging him on, ready to throw the punch. The professor shot another one of his goofy grins and this time you could have sworn it was in your direction. You stared at him in abject confusion.
“Stop!” A shout rang out across the group and everyone froze. “What’s going on here?”
You turned to see the warden fast approaching, his usual squad hot on his heels. “Men, release the professor and explain!”
The man holding the professor’s collar dropped it and the professor brushed off his shirt, giving him another small smile. “This here smart guy,” the assailant started. “Was accusin’ me of lyin’. Sayin’ that I was rippin’ ole Jimmy off with a piece of . . . uh. . .” he looked at the professor.
The professor leaned forward. “Pyrite,” he supplied.
“Ah, yeah,” the man continued. “Pyrite! He said I was rippin’ Jimmy off with a piece of this here Pyrite!”
The warden looked up at the heaven’s like he was hoping today would be his last day on earth. “Could I see the mineral in question?”
The man supplied the gem out of his pocket and handed it to the warden. The crowd stood on their tiptoes as he examined it, eager to see the verdict. The professor didn’t show any emotion, merely crossed his arms in quiet confidence. You studied his movements.
The warden turned the piece over in his hands, examining the mineral before bringing it to his mouth and biting down. When he was satisfied he turned toward the assailant.
“The professor accused you of lyin’ not because he thought you were,” the warden began, startlingly calm. “But because he knew you were a FUCKING IDIOT!” The warden threw the stone against the tree, mere inches past the assailants head who cowered at the tone. “That is pyrite you imbecile!”
The crowd burst into conversation. Some laughed and others stated their opinions on the matter but your eyes stayed glued to the young professor. He watched you for a minute in response before turning to address the warden who was explaining his position to his lackeys. You moved closer so you could hear better, eager to learn more about the strange man who had appeared on the base. You had to admit, he was handsome but the pretty ones always brought trouble.
“Gentlemen, this is Professor Kim,” the warden introduced the young man to his group. They all nodded and introduced themselves in return but you didn’t bother to remember their names. “He is visitin’ us from a University overseas. Here to assist in discoverin’ where to best find the most valuable of Earth’s metals. He’s a . . . uhh. . . geographer or somethin’,” the warden explained. “Studies dirt and the like.”
“Geologist,” Professor Kim corrected. “A mining geologist to be specific. I study the extractions of mineral resources from the Earth.”
The group stared at him.
“Rocks,” he sighed, defeated. “I study rocks.”
A chorus of ‘Ahh’s’ broke out amongst the men. You stifled a laugh. You may not have traveled much but growing up in your father’s bookshop you had read a lot and even you knew what a geologist was.
“Regardless,” the warden continued, casting a dismissive hand in the Professor’s direction. “The higher ups seem hell bent on makin’ sure he makes progress in his work and comes out with as few - er - scratches as possible.”
Professor Kim tilted his head. “I would also very much appreciate that.”
“That being said,” the warden turned around looking over the crowd. “You there, boy!” The warden pointed in your direction. Surprised, you looked behind you. No one was there. You looked back at him, pointing at yourself.
“Me?”
“Yes, you,” the warden spat. “You’re to assist the professor during his time here. Make sure he has everythin’ he needs and most of all, make sure he stays out of trouble.”
The warden turned on his heel to leave, clearly believing the matter to be settled.
You chased after him, as the crowd began to disperse, struggling to maintain your composure and keep your cool. “Sir, with all due respect I need to be on the rive-”
“Look, boy, I don’t have time to deal with this. You heard my command,” He turned lowering himself closer to your face. He reeked of body odor and whiskey and you struggled not to cover your nose. “-and my command is law. You signed that there contract, you work for me. And I say: you’re to be assistin’ the professor for the rest of his time here, and that’s that.” He spun on his heel and was gone. In a few short minutes the crowd was fully gone, leaving only you and the young professor.
Defeated, you cursed under your breath, not sure what you had done to deserve this. You were supposed to be out here finding gold, getting rich, and starting a new life far away from your troubles in the East and now you were supposed to babysit some yippy foreign professor because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
You finally turned to face Professor Kim. He raised an eyebrow in your direction and flashed a big smile, unaware the damage he was causing to your patience. He was tall, wearing a simple loose long sleeved white shirt tucked into snug pants. He had enough sense, it seemed, to leave behind the suit jacket and hat but had chosen to keep the suspenders. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Ever the gentleman.
“Look,” you addressed him directly for the first time. “I don’t have time to be your babysitter. I need to find some gold and get the hell out of this shithole. So, I’d appreciate it if you could keep yourself out of trouble.”
He sized you up, eyeing your garb with an intelligence that was completely different from the bumbling professor he had been mere minutes before. He raised his eyes to meet your own and you struggled to not falter under his gaze. His eyebrow quirked again, a sly smile on his lips. “You have quite the dirty mouth for a lady.”
You froze, fighting the urge to touch your cap. It’s still there, you’re okay. You could feel the wrappings on your chest and knew that they were intact as well. How did he . . .?
“I don’t know to what you are referring,” you kept your tone calm and cool.
“Don’t fret,” he responded, brushing off your glare. “I don’t think anyone else here has noticed.”
That did it. You grabbed his arm and pulled him along behind you, dodging the panners and workers that flitted about searching for the one thing that could make their lives less miserable. Finding a quiet alley between two tents you pushed him against the wall. The professor put his hands up in surrender, his eyes wide in surprise.
“Okay, talk,” you whispered. You were surrounded by chaos but who knew who may overhear. “How did you figure it out? Did someone tell you?” The minister’s wife?
He laughed, shaking his head. “No, no one told me. It’s just-”
You shook his shoulders, your brow furrowed. Here he was laughing when your future was literally at stake. “It’s just what?!”
He stopped laughing and looked at you. Really looked at you, his expression serious. “It’s just . . . you’re too pretty to be a boy. I could tell right away.”
Shocked, you released his arms and took a step back.
“It’s a miracle no one else has figured it out, really,” he continued. “Your walk is all wrong. You still walk like a lady, pretending there’s an invisible string that holds you up from your head. If you want to be believable, you have to walk pelvis first-” he demonstrated pushing his pelvis out and bending his knees before motioning at his stance “-like this.”
You snorted. “Well, it’s gotten me this far.”
“Well,” he replied, straightening himself up and brushing some dirt off his pants. It didn’t really help, he was still covered. “To be fair, you’re surrounded by idiots.”
You laughed. He was right there.
The professor held out his hand. “You can call me Namjoon.”
You looked at his outstretched hand for a second before relunctantly shaking it back.
“Y/N”
***
“So what is it you even do?” You asked bright and early the next morning. You had reported to Namjoon’s tent, as commanded, and stood there watching as he shoved some strange looking tools into his bag.
“My job,” he began, holding up a paintbrush. “Is to discover what minerals exactly are in the area around here and to learn as much about gold and how to find it as possible in the next few weeks.”
“And how,” you asked, watching him toss a few shovels into his bag. “Are you going to do that?”
“Well, my dear little guardian,” he tightened the latches on the bag and threw it over his shoulder, “why don’t you come along to find out?”
You followed him to a spot on the southern tip of a branch in the American river. From here the base appeared tiny and peaceful, the tents gently swaying in the breeze. It was another perfectly sunny day and you readjusted your cap to wipe the sweat off your brow as you struggled to keep up. The professor may have appeared slim and studious but clearly, the man had some muscle on his bones because he was booking it up the trail.
Namjoon stopped when he reached a curve in the river far away from the other panners and plopped his bag on the ground.
“What do you know about gold, Y/N?” he asked, unlatching the bag to pull out a pan.
“That you can sell it and get a lot of money.”
Namjoon laughed. It was a pleasant sound that held none of the malicious intent you sometimes heard in the laughter of other men. Namjoon’s laugh was carefree and seemed to convey true joy. You liked it.
“Aye, yeah. You can indeed sell it and get a lot of money. Especially nowadays.” He dipped the pan into the running water, scooping up some of the grit down at the bottom and beginning to sift through it. “I was hoping you could tell me a bit more about gold. Like, where it comes from?”
“Isn’t that your job?” You remarked, sitting on a rock beside him, careful to avoid wet spots. He was mesmerizing to watch, the way his hands dipped in and out of the water, his long fingers searching through the grit when he thought he saw something that caught his eye.
“Come on, Y/N, give me something to work with here.”
You sighed, giving in. “A lot of gold is found in water. It’s malleable, hence why the warden bit the stone yesterday to prove that it wasn’t gold. Uhhh . . . it’s yellow?”
Namjoon chuckled as he made a selection from his pan. He held it up so that you could see the reflective deep yellow surface. The sun bounced off the metal making it hard to look anywhere but the gold that Namjoon had found in literally ten minutes.
“This,” Namjoon began. “Is true gold. Do you know how I can tell?”
You shook your head. Namjoon turned the rock over in his hands.
“One, as you already said, hardness.” He took a nail and flecked off a piece of the small rock. “See how it just scraped off there? That’s a telltale sign.”
“Second, smell. Pyrite sometimes has a slight sulfur smell when rubbed. Gold will not.” He handed you the gold. You turned it over in your hands before bringing it to your nose and inhaling. Nothing.
You met Namjoon’s eyes. “Nothing.”
“Third,” he continued. “Shape. Gold, as you can see is a small malleable lump. Pyrite, like the one yesterday, is larger and more cube-like in structure. More impressive to look at but, less money when sold.”
You nodded and handed the gold back to Namjoon. “How much would you estimate that piece to be worth? If you had to take your best guess?”
“Well,” Namjoon began. “I’m no jeweler. I’m better at finding the minerals than pricing them but if I had to hazard a guess . . . .huh. . . It’s quite a few ounces, at least. Honestly, quite a nifty little chunk there. I’d say possibly upwards of $500?”
Your jaw dropped open. “$500?”
Namjoon shrugged. “I mean, it’s a guess.”
“Holy shit!” That was more money than your father made in three months. You would know, you helped with the books.
“Well, anyway, that’s gold.” Namjoon shoved the gem in his pocket and stood up.
You darted up after him. “Wait, a second! That’s it! What are you going to do with that? Give it to the warden?”
Namjoon smirked at you. “I don’t work for the warden. I’m going to keep it. I need it for research anyway, that’s why I brought you here. Now, we study it.”
You stared at him. Shocked that he could care so little for the fiscal amount of the stone in his pocket. Namjoon, oblivious as normal, merely scooped his belongings into his bag and motioned for you to follow. “Come along, Y/N. We have a long day of documenting ahead of us.”
***
Life as Namjoon’s assistant wasn’t the worst thing ever. Most days would start with you both checking specific points around the river for gold, pyrite, and other expensive minerals. He would bring along a sketchbook and draw the most interesting ones or make a list of the scenarios in which they were found. You followed suit and eventually took over this part of the job for him, since your drawing was exponentially better.
If you were being honest with yourself, it was fun work. Namjoon was great company and always had a variety of fun stories to tell. You couldn’t believe the places he’d been, the environment in which he had grown up, and the people he had met along the way.
“Y’know,” he said one day after finishing a story about a strange magician he had met on the streets of Singapore. He was bent over his desk, scribbling notes into a leather bound book. You were on the opposite side of the room, drawing some of the gold specimens you had gathered that day. The candles were low and the sun setting, providing a warm, evening glow inside the tent. You looked over at him, ink smudged on his chin and hair tousled from his messing. “You’ve had miraculous adventures yourself. Growing up in New York City? Traveling across the entire continent of North America, essentially alone, in search of a new future?” He looked up from his notebook, meeting your eyes from across the room. “It’s pretty impressive stuff.”
You shrugged, breaking eye contact to continue your sketch. “Not really. It was just survival.”
“That’s all adventures are, really,” he murmured, returning to his work. “Surviving.”
***
It was late one evening and the camp had finally quieted down. Namjoon had fallen asleep hours ago covered in a blanket in his favorite chair next to the crackling fire while reading through some manuscripts. You were still awake, concentrating hard on a drawing you had started on a piece of pyrite the two of you had unearthed earlier. You were trying to get the cube like structure of the crystals perfect and it just wasn’t working.
Frustrated, you pressed too hard on your graphite snapping the tip. You flung it across the room with a noise of exasperation and nearly jumped out of your chair at the deep rumble of laughter that followed.
Your head turned to find Namjoon staring at you from across the room, his eyes half lidded with sleep and his hair in it’s permanently mussed state. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
He shook his head. “I’ve been up for awhile.”
“Why didn’t you say anything? I could have brought you some tea.”
“I like watching you work. It’s . . .” he seemed to be searching for the right word. “Mesmerizing.”
You averted your eyes to the floor struggling to keep the blush that had crept up into your cheeks from his view. You hoped he wouldn’t notice in the dim lighting. “I can’t imagine it’s all that interesting.”
“Believe me, it is.”
You met his eyes again and struggled to calm the rapid pace of your heart. When did Namjoon become so handsome? And why was he saying such things?
“Anyway,” you started, standing up from the desk. “It’s getting late and I should be getting to bed.”
“Would you like me to walk you back?” he asked, making to move.
You laughed. “Wouldn’t people find it strange that you’re walking your young male apprentice back to his tent late at night? Don’t want people to think you’re out here doing anything scandalous.”
He smiled at you. “Oh, I’m already a scoundrel in many ways, Y/N.”
You didn’t answer him but hid the smile it caused as you packed up your belongings and bid him farewell.
You pondered your relationship with him the entire walk across camp to your meager tent. With Namjoon, you could be yourself. He didn’t reprimand you for your use of ‘unladylike language’ or tell you to cross your legs when you sat. He also didn’t mind that you wore men's clothes or could outread him in a flat out race. He respected you enough to keep your secret and didn’t treat you any different when the two of you were alone in his tent, allowing you to assist in the work just as much as he.
It was amazing how fast acquaintances turned to friends in the West.
***
“I’m going into the mines today,” Namjoon announced one day, taking a long sip of his tea. He sat in a chair by his desk, flipping through one of his journals. You weren’t sure exactly what it was he was doing but you would be willing to bet money he was searching for some image of a cool rock you sketched a week ago.
“Why on earth would you willingly go into that shithole?”
Namjoon shot you a look before resuming his search. “That shithole, as you so eloquently put it, has apparently yielded some strange stone that the warden wants me to inspect. See if it’s worth any money.
You scoffed. Of course, the warden was searching for a profit, as usual. “Do you want me to come?”
Namjoon laughed. “Want? Yes. Need? No. You stay up here and keep checking the rivers for more pyrite or gold. See if you can find any more samples on the American. I won’t be long, and then I’ll join you.”
***
The hours passed slowly without Namjoon’s conversation. You didn’t think you would ever miss his incessant chatter about rocks and whatever cool facts he could spout on command, yet here you were. You were almost done checking the southernmost point of the American for any recent discoveries from the panners when the earth began to quiver.
You quickly gripped a nearby tree as the shaking intensified, small cracks breaking through the surface nearby. Men screamed as the earth let out another massive quake, and in the distance you could see the tents swaying back and forth. You had felt some minor earthquakes on your journey over, but nothing as huge as this.
In a few seconds the earth settled, resuming her quiet existence, and you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding. You couldn’t wait to see Namjoon later and listen to him ramble on about tectonic plates and the earth’s molten core and whatever other nonsense you had grown fond of.
You stopped in your tracks. When had you grown fond of anything that ridiculous man did?
The realization of your feelings hit you like a wall and you barely moved out of the way in time as a group of men ran towards the camp.
“Hurry!” One of them shouts at you. “Pull yourself together, boy! The mine is collapsing! We need to get those people out!”
You blink, coming out of your stupor. The mine is collapsing?
MOTHERLODE | NAMJOON X READER | GOLD RUSH AU | PART 2
❂ pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
❂ word count: 7k
❂ summary: Following the death of your father in 1849, you travel across the United States in search of finding gold in California. There you stumble upon a young geology professor eager to find his way in the world as well.
❂ tags: 18+, smut, virgin reader, first time sex, oral sex (fem receiving), foreplay, light dirty talk, falling in love, mutual feelings, gold rush au, time period au, alternate universe, outdoor sex? (they’re in a tent so?), smut with plot, marriage
❂ part: 2 of 2
Part 1
❂ a/n: Hi guys! Here is the second and final part of the Motherlode story. I hope you are all staying healthy and safe out there and that this can bring a bit of joy to your isolation. It got away from me a little bit and turned out longer than I thought but what can ya do. Let me know thoughts and if it worked for you! Enjoy~
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The camp was a flurry of activity. Dust was heavy in the air, making it hard to see and breathe. People dragged others from the entrance of the mine. Some of them were moaning, screaming. Others were silent.
You ran, desperately, from tent to tent. Poking your head in and doing a quick sweep for Namjoon’s dark hair and tall form.
Nothing.
“Namjoon!” You screamed, pushing through the chaos. “Namjoon!”
A man burst past you, covered in soot and grasping his arm, shouting for help. Another ran to his aid and you stared at them in shock before the crowd pushed you closer to the entrance of the mine. Debris littered the outside of the cave like a huge force had imploded from within. A few large boulders made it impossible to see deeper and more fell from the ceiling, making exit nearly impossible. Dust clouded the air making it difficult to breathe and you lifted a hand to your mouth to try and block it out.
Chaos ensued around you and you reached to grasp an old man who darted past.
“Sir,” you choked, coughing on the dust. “Sir, have you seen the professor anywhere?”
He shook his head. “No, I haven’t seen him, he’s probably still inside.”
Inside.
The earth trembled again although this time, it wasn’t from a quake.
“The mine, the mine’s collapsing!” A man shouted. People frantically tried to pull survivors out as the shaking intensified. There were only a handful of seconds left. You pushed against the crowd, the only one moving towards the entrance.
“Namjoon!” you screamed again, voice hoarse from repetition.
That’s when you saw it. A tall form, struggling to make its way out of the entrance of the mine, the figure of a young man draped over his shoulders. The boulders were making it nearly impenetrable and the form stopped, gently placing the man down and sticking his face through a gap in the rocks, searching for air.
He was covered in blood and soot, but still recognizable.
He would always be recognizable to you.
Namjoon.
The earth released another shudder, a plume of smoke burst from the cave.
He’s not going to make it.
You ran faster to close the distance between you and the mouth of the cave. Men reached out to stop you, save you, but you darted around them. You knew how stupid this was, how dangerous, but it was your job to save him, keep him from harm. And it was a promise you intended to keep, feelings aside.
The wooden beams holding up the entrance shook as Namjoon struggled to move the boulder. You reached the other side and gripped the rock, trying to pull as Namjoon pushed but it was no use.
He looked up, seeing you for the first time and you nearly cried in relief. He was bleeding from a head wound, soot covered every inch of his body and dried blood coated his limbs. Whether it was his own, or others you didn’t know. But he was alive.
Not for long.
“Y/N,” He choked. “What are you doing here? Get back.”
“No,” you responded, pulling on the rock before turning to shout out into the chaos. A small crowd had gathered to watch your actions, scared from the quivering of the earth. “Help! I need some help!”
“Y’N, the mine is going to collapse,” Namjoon said, his voice stern. “Get back.”
“You’re not the boss of me, Namjoon,” you answered, holding his gaze. “And I’m not leaving without you.”
Before he could talk back, two men broke out of the crowd to help. When they reached the boulder they assisted you in pushing it as much to the side as it could go, creating a tiny gap big enough for Namjoon to shove the unconscious boy out.
He couldn’t have been more than twenty and was quite the scrawny thing. In a few short seconds one of the men had the boy under the arms and was lifting him out of the hole. The man half dragged the boy back into the crowd. You turned to look at Namjoon. His turn.
He made to exit out of the hole but his shoulders were too broad. Frustrated, he turned and tried another angle. It was no use. He was too big.
The other man and you shoved against the boulder again, but it wouldn’t budge. The walls of the mine shook and debris crashed to the ground, mere feet from where Namjoon crouched.
“Y/N,” Namjoon said quietly.
You threw yourself against the boulder again. “No.”
“Y/N, listen to me. You need to get out of here. This mine is going to collapse and it is going to shoot out all sorts of shit. Please.”
“I’m not going without you.”
Namjoon sighed, addressing the man who had bravely stayed at your side. “Get her out of here.”
The man’s brow scrunched. “Her?”
“You heard me,” Namjoon growled. You threw yourself at the boulder again, letting out a shout when it collided wrong with your shoulder. You had never heard Namjoon take such a forceful tone, even when he was dealing with the ignorant remarks of the miners. “Get her out of here. Now!”
Before you could react, the man grabbed you by the shoulders from behind. You struggled, but he was bigger than you and he wrapped his arms around your torso, lifting you up from the ground, legs kicking out.
“No! No! Put me down!” You shouted. The rumbling grew louder. “Put me down! If we don’t help him he’ll die!” The man didn’t respond, following Namjoon’s wishes as he half carried half dragged you to the crowd. “Please! Listen to me he’ll-”
The mine exploded.
It happened so quickly. One minute, it was there, spitting out dust and debris, and the next it was rubble. You don’t remember screaming. You don’t remember anything other than the man covering your body with your own as dirt and rocks rained from the sky.
When it was over, he lifted himself off you and you searched the smoke for signs of Namjoon. Signs he had made it, somehow, despite the odds. Coughs racked out around you as men covered their mouths and struggled to stand.
You rose, frantically, but your field of vision was limited because of the haze.
“Namjoon!” You screamed. At some point your cap had fallen off and your hair hung freely around your shoulders. You had never cut it after the journey. You had intended to but forgotten. It hardly seemed important now, anyway. Your identity. Why did it matter if the man you loved was dead?
Loved.
Did you love Namjoon?
You had strong feelings for him, sure, but love?
Would you ever have a chance to figure it out?
“Namjoon!” You couldn’t keep the desperation from your voice even if you tried. You could feel the tears streaming down your dirty face, carving paths of cleanness down to your jaw.
Then, you saw it.
It started as a dark splotch in your vision. You shook your head, wondering if it was a trick of the light. The Californian sun trying to burn through, despite everything. But, no, it was a shape. A humanoid shape. And it was getting darker.
Namjoon.
You ran through the haze, shouting his name. The figure became clearer and clearer until it materialized to be the lanky, goofy man you had come to know so well in the past month. You didn’t know how he’d gotten out and you didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was here. He was alive.
When you reached him, you leapt onto him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist. He embraced you happily, his arms holding you towards him as he smashed his lips onto yours.
It was a sloppy kiss, your faces collided too hard, and the dirt made everything taste strange but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because it was Namjoon and he was alive. You laughed and he responded by kissing you with more fervor, his hands reaching down to cup your ass, to hold you closer to him.
You were vaguely aware of the men watching, as the haze cleared, what appeared to be an underage boy making out with a dashing professor but you pushed their thoughts out of your mind. With your hair and your shrieking if they were truly too dense to notice, then there was no hope for them after all.
He broke the kiss to pepper your forehead, cheeks, neck with smaller, more frantic kisses. You clung to him, paying no mind to the way the dried blood and soot rubbed off onto your clothes.
“God, you stubborn woman,” he whispered between kisses. He was smiling, the relief setting in that you were both safe. “Why don’t you ever listen?”
You pulled back, grinning up at him. “You wouldn’t like me half as much if I did.”
He leaned down, capturing your lips again, before pulling back to look into your eyes.
“You’re right.”
***
As the camp struggled to deal with the aftermath of the collapse, Namjoon and you retreated to his tent to deal with his wounds. You helped him peel out of his filthy clothes and inspected his body carefully, but came up empty. Other than the head wound and some minor scrapes, he appeared to be generally unscathed.
When he was standing before you, with only his undergarments on, you struggled to keep the thoughts of this being the most of a man’s body you had ever seen from your mind as you pulled him to the corner of the tent where you kept the water basins. You put a pot over the fire to warm it and gathered some clean towels. Namjoon sat there, quietly, the events of the day rendering him in shock. Enough so, that he also didn’t seem to mind that he was exposing himself to a young lady.
You brought over the water when it was warm and settled yourself on a stool before him. Moans of the injured and many voices could be heard outside the tent but you tuned them out as you squinted to study Namjoon in the firelight. His eyes were glassy, his breathing shallow as he watched you. The trust that was in his gaze was evident and you gripped his jaw as you poked gently around the wound. He cringed.
“I don’t think you need stitches,” you said, bringing a damp cloth to his brow. “But I’m no doctor.”
“I may be soon,” he whispered.
You stopped your patting to look at him. “What?”
“Of geology,” he stated. “That’s part of the reason I took this gig. I’m working towards my doctorate.” His voice was devoid of any tone. Just simple, stated fact. Completely out of character from his regular self.
You cupped his face, searching him for any signs of the man you had come to know the past month. The shock seemed to be slowly wearing off and exhaustion was creeping into the lines around his eyes. You couldn’t imagine the horrors he had faced down in the mines. The things he’d seen.
You dipped your towel back into the warm basin of water and brought it up to his face, washing away the dirt and grime, careful to avoid the now clean head wound but making a note to grab some alcohol from the cabinet later to splash on it. Bet that would wake him up. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes with a soft groan when you ran the towel through his hair to get as much dirt as possible.
“Joon,” you whispered. “What happened?”
He shook his head, slowly, eyes cast to the floor.
“Hey, look at me,” you tipped his chin up so you could meet his eyes. “Y’know you can talk to me, right?”
He reached up, his hand cupping your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. “You’re the only one I talk to.”
You waited patiently, his eyes on your lips. After a few seconds he seemed to compose himself and he sat back, breaking contact. “I was with some boys, when the earthquake struck. We were deep in the mines trying to extract some silver.”
“It wasn’t bad at first,” he continued his voice low. “The shaking stopped and we laughed about it for a minute, but then we heard it. The crumbling.” He looked up at you, meeting your eyes. You waited patiently for him to continue. “The mines collapsed, Y/N. Just like that. One second, the tunnels were there, showing us the way to freedom. The next, they were reduced to rubble and stone.”
“We ran, the boys and I, and the tunnels collapsed behind us. It took them all, one way or another. When it was just me and one boy left, the ceiling caved in again and caught his legs. It took nearly all my strength to free him and even then, he passed out from pain. I carried him up until you found me.”
“Oh, Joon,” you said, reaching for him. He allowed himself to be pulled into your arms and you pulled yourself between his legs to hold him. He cupped your body, essentially pulling you onto his lap.
You pressed tender kisses to his forehead, jawline, the column of his neck quietly saying his name over and over. His arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you even closer as he nuzzled his face into your neck.
“God, I couldn’t save them Y/N,” Namjoon whispered against your neck. His lips tickled but you didn’t flinch, encouraging him to talk about the trauma by rubbing soothing circles against his back. “They were just kids, on the brink of adulthood, eager to find riches to help kickstart their life and I couldn’t save them. It-it collapsed on them all. One by one. Sheer luck is the only reason I’m here today.” Defeated, he lay his head on your shoulder. “I don’t deserve to be alive.”
You pulled back to look at him, grasping his face in your hands. “Don’t you dare say that Kim Namjoon. You absolutely deserve to be here. It was a terrible accident that no one saw coming. You tried your best but there was nothing more you could do.”
He looked at you, his eyes soft in the glow of the fire. “You don’t blame me for not being able to save them?”
“Never.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “It’s not your fault, Joon. There’s nothing you could have done.”
He closed the distance between your faces, pressing his lips against yours. When he pulled back he moved his lips up to your ear and whispered a simple “Thank you.” His breath tickled your ear and you nuzzled your forehead against his.
For a few minutes you both sat there in silence, your previous job of cleaning him up forgotten. You murmured sweet nothings to him, running your hands over his body, and he massaged lazy circles on your back.
You don’t know who instigated it but suddenly you were kissing again, your mouth open to his advances as he swirled his tongue against yours. You groaned into his mouth and Namjoon lifted you both off the chair and laid you down on one of the many carpets he had spread out before the fire.
He covered your body with his own continuing to spread soft kisses down your neck and over the fabric of your loose shirt. Briefly aware of how filthy you might be you laughed as you pushed him off.
“Joon, your wound is going to get infected if it keeps getting dirty,” you said motioning to your gray shirt that had started the day stark white.
“I don’t care,” he reached for you again, eager to continue his assault.
“Well, in that case,” you pulled the shirt over your head exposing the bandages wrapped around your chest to conceal your breasts. Namjoon halted in his tracks, reaching out to brush his fingertips over the binds, feeling the itchy material on his skin.
“You do this every morning?” He asked softly.
You nodded. “It’s the only way to hide them.”
He found the pin on your side that marked the end of the wrap and tugged on it softly. “May I?”
You nodded. You had never been one to care much about sex. You knew what people thought of women who lost it before marriage but honestly, you weren’t exactly in their favors right now anyway what with all the crossdressing.
That didn’t change the fact that-
“Joon, wait.” You reached out to clasp his hands as they worked to undo the pin. He looked up at you, his face all angles and wide eyes and you resisted the urge to brush back the hair that had fallen onto his face. “I’ve never. . . I’ve never-”
“Had sex?” He finished for you.
You nodded.
“It’s okay,” he said, reaching out to cup your face. “We don’t have to do this. We can stop right now-”
“No,” you shook your head. “I want to. I’ve never felt these feelings before for anyone, Namjoon and I want my first time to be with you more than anything else. I just wanted you to know, in case. . .”
He smiled. “In case what? You being a virgin doesn’t deter me any, Y/N. I still love you all the same.”
Your eyes widened. “You love me?”
He blushed, looking down at his feet. “Yeah, I just blurted that out right then, didn’t I?” He rubbed a hand behind his neck, avoiding meeting your eyes. “Uh, I guess I’ve known for awhile? Probably the day I first met you and you were cursing like a sailor and stomping around like some horrifying monster when, in actuality, you were just this cute girl who thought she could conquer the world with a hunk of precious metal.”
You laughed reaching for his hands to stop his blabbering, forcing him to look at you. “I love you too, Namjoon.”
He stared at you, in shock. “You do?”
You leaned forward to plant a tender kiss on his lips. “I do.”
That did it, in a few seconds Namjoon had scooped you up onto his lap and was kissing you so fervently you thought your lips would fall off. His hands found the pin on your side and before you could react he was unwinding the bandages around your chest. When he was done he pulled back slightly to take in the beauty of your chest.
“God damn,” he whispered, bringing up a hand to massage your right breast. You moaned under his grasp although his hands were warm. “How in the world did you manage to get them as flat as you did?”
“A lot of deep breathing and vigorous cursing,” you responded, your head lolling back under his massage.
“Ah, so basically how you approach every situation?”
You playfully shoved him and Namjoon laughed as he fell backward, you now straddling him as he lay back on the floor. He rested his hands behind his head and looked up at you, the picture perfect definition of a confident male specimen and you grinned down at him. You could feel his clothed cock pressing up into you from below and you rolled your hips gently, grinding down onto it, eliciting a sharp moan from Namjoon. It was amazing how fast his features changed, you thought, continuing the motion. In a few seconds a lustful darkness settled into Namjoon’s eyes and he gripped you around the waist and flipped you both over so that he was back on top.
He covered your mouth with his, massaging your breasts eagerly. His fingertips toyed with your sensitive nipples and you let out a guttural sound that had Namjoon growling in response. He abandoned your breasts to begin working on unlacing your pantaloons. When they were free, he lifted your pelvis so you could wiggle out of them. He planted large, open mouthed kisses on your torso, your pelvic bone, your clothed mound before nipping at the fabric of your panties.
Namjoon brought his large hands up to your hips to peel your soaked panties from your form.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispered. “If we do this right, it won’t hurt.”
You had read about the pain, but it really didn’t concern you. You had a high tolerance and quite honestly, suspected you liked a bit of pain. “It’s okay,” you answered. “I trust you.”
Namjoon smiled before lowering his mouth to your soaked core. He kissed the peak of your mound before making his way down to your center. When he opened his mouth and started moving his lips, you could have sworn you had died and gone to heaven. You didn’t think you had ever felt something so wonderful.
“Namjoon-” you sputtered, reaching down to clutch his hair, holding him in place. He continued his kisses before he plunged his tongue into you. It was a weird sensation, one that had you squirming but it was shallow and warm and overall pleasant. He brought a hand up to your pelvis to stop your movement and another hand to massage the bundle of nerves at the peak of your thighs that you thought only you knew about. In a period of short moments he had managed to produce a flurry of feelings deep in your core that threatened to explode.
“Come on darling,” he whispered, lifting his mouth up to look at you. “Cum for me.” His fingers continued the circular motion on your clit and he lowered the other one to insert one finger into your cunt and you lost it. The reverberations that racked your body had you groaning out his name and you were grateful for a second that the camp was still in chaos because having to explain this to the warden would not have been fun for either party.
When you came down from your high you looked down to find a rather cheeky Namjoon grinning up at you. You rolled your eyes before sitting up and wrapping your hands around his neck. He began another kissing assault on your neck, licking and sucking hard enough that you knew there would be marks tomorrow, but you didn’t care.
“Hm, pretty girl,” he murmured. “Let’s see if we can get two.”
He maneuvered one of his hands down your front and slotted himself between your legs again. This time he inserted two thick fingers into your cunt and you groaned at the sensation.
“Is this okay?” He asked and you nodded. He began to move them slowly in and out of you, using your slick to properly lubricate. When he was satisfied you were open he gently moved you off of him to shimmy down his underwear.
You gasped at the sheer size of him when he broke free. His cock was hard already but you reached forward to take it tentatively in your hands. Namjoon groaned as you explored the silky softness before grasping it in one hand and pumping him slowly.
“Is this right?” You asked and Namjoon nodded vigorously, throwing his head back.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered and a wave of pride spurned you to pump faster. Only you could earn this reaction from him and it felt fucking great.
After a few more pumps Namjoon stopped you and lifted you back onto his lap. “If you go anymore, darling, I’m going to spend myself right here.” He whispered. “Let’s start at this angle, okay? That way you can lower yourself at your pace.”
You nodded as you lifted yourself over Namjoon. He adjusted himself so that he was perched at your entrance and you could feel the tension in his abdomen stopping him from thrusting into you in one fell swoop.
Lowering yourself onto Namjoon’s cock was one of the most exhilarating and powerful feelings of your life. You took him in, inch by inch, slowly. He whispered into your ear, running his hands over your back, telling you what a good girl you were being as you took him deeper into your core. Namjoon had been right, it was an uncomfortable feeling at first, but not necessarily painful because of his prepping. When you felt your hip line up flush with his you leaned forward to capture his mouth with your own.
“Are you okay if I move?” Namjoon asked and you nodded, not sure where to go from here. He looked down at where the two of you were joined and moaned as he lifted you up and gently settled you onto your back.
He set a slow pace at first, gently rolling his hips in and out of you.
“Does this hurt?” he asked, his breath hot on your ear and you shook your head, letting yourself revel in every feeling of him moving in and out of your core.
“No,” you responded, turning your head to brush his lips. “It feels amazing.”
Namjoon grinned as he increased his tempo, never breaking eye contact with you. For a second, you felt like you were the only people in the world, the only ones that mattered. He wasn’t aggressive, he wasn’t forceful, he was just Namjoon. Namjoon telling you how much he loved you, appreciated you, with the way his hands caressed your body, the look in his eyes, the pulse of his hips.
You arched your back as you felt another orgasm growing, throwing your legs up over Namjoon’s hips to grant him deeper access. From this angle he was hitting you in all the right places and you let out a series of breathy moans as you came around him again. The sensation of your convulsing cunt elicited a deep groan from Namjoon and his pace began to get erratic. You knew what that meant and urged him on with dirty words and murmured nothings. Namjoon focused on you, and only you, as he pistoned himself into you again and again, chasing his end. Right before he blew he pulled out of you, thrusting himself into his hand at a rapid pace before finishing himself off on your torso.
When he was finished, he grabbed one of the moist cloths you had been using earlier and used it to clean both you and him before pulling him into your arms and following you both into the warm darkness
***
You awoke feeling safe and warm for the first time in a long time. Some time in the night Namjoon had brought over blankets from his cot and wrapped them around the two of you to keep out the chill of the desert air. You were lying on Namjoon’s chest, head in the nook where his shoulder met his neck with one of your hands pressed against his heart, the beat lulling you in and out of consciousness. One of his large arms was wrapped around your back, nestled in your waist and your legs were intertwined beneath the thick quilt.
You stayed like for many moments after you awoke until you felt Namjoon’s breath stutter and him readjust to look down at you. You met his gaze, tracing his cheek in the early morning light.
“Good morning,” you murmured, trying to memorize the contours of his face. You had an idea of what the day would bring.
Namjoon smiled. “Good morning, beautiful.”
You blushed at the word but a harsh voice outside of the tent drew you both from your nest.
“Professor Kim! We demand that you come outside immediately and bring the- er . . . . boy out with you! We know she’s in there!” The warden bellowed proving that his voice really was that unpleasant at all hours of the morning.
You didn’t have time to wrap your chest and honestly, you figured it didn’t really matter now. You started to pull on your soot covered clothes, but Namjoon stopped you. He crossed the tent and pulled out fresh clothes from his chest and handed them to you. You quickly pulled on his trousers (much too big for you) and a dark grey shirt (that nearly swallowed you whole). You didn’t mind though since they smelled like Namjoon and comforted you slightly. You weren’t sure how this would pan out but figured this was probably the end of you taking control of your future in this camp.
Another shout outside of the tent had you shoving the shirt into the oversized pants as fast as you could. When you were done you looked to see Namjoon already dressed and watching you.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, moving across the room and pressing a quick kiss to your brow. “We’ll figure it out.”
The sun was blinding when Namjoon pulled back the door to the tent and you squinted as your eyes struggled to adjust. When they finally did you were greeted by a small crowd that had gathered outside Namjoon’s tent, the warden at the head.
He sized you up, his eyes observing all. How you were still dressed in men’s clothes (not your own), hatless and with your hair loose around you and that bold look in your eyes. You stared him down, refusing to let him see how much his gaze affected you. You hadn’t come this far to fail now.
He nodded in Namjoon’s direction. “Professor Kim.” He turned to you. “Boy.”
“Warden,” you responded, your tone like ice.
“It appears, we have a traitor in our midst,” the warden began, pacing slightly. His men parted to make room for his movements. Namjoon stepped closer to your side. “A woman dressed in men’s clothing. Comin’ out here and lookin’ to steal the very riches from our hands.”
“I came here for the same reason as you,” you stated. “Only looking to kick start a new life.”
“Yeah, but here you are startin’ it on a bed of deceit and lies,” the warden spit.
“Would you have hired me if you knew I was a woman?” you asked. The warden was silent. You took that as a sign to continue. “I was only doing what I had to do to survive, same as you.”
The warden spat on the ground by your feet. Namjoon flinched, moving towards him but you put a warning hand on his arm. You would fight your own battles.
“Your work here is done,” the warden bellowed. “You gather your things and you get the fuck out of my camp. If I see you here past sundown, I’ll be giving you to the men as an after dinner treat.”
“You will do no such thing,” Namjoon hissed and the warden laughed.
“And you, professor. You are on mighty thin ice. You finish your work here and you get the hell out of my camp.” The warden stared at you and you held the gaze, an eye for an eye. “Sundown, witch, and consider yourself lucky that’s all I’m doing. My word is law.”
The warden spun on his heel and stormed across the camp and the crowd slowly dispersed. Some of the men shot you dirty looks and others seemed regretful of the warden’s actions but no one spoke up in your defense or to you in general, for that matter. Namjoon seethed beside you and you turned to enter his tent, him hot on your heels.
The second you got into the tent you gathered up the few belongings you had left scattered, preparing to go to your own tiny tent and see if any of your stuff had survived the night or if the men had stolen it once you were deemed unworthy. Namjoon paced, clearly agitated. When the seething silence was too much to bear, you spoke up.
“Well. I think that went mighty well, all things considered.”
Namjoon stared at you like you had grown two heads. “Well? You think that was well?”
“I mean, I’m unharmed and have been given permission to leave, albeit empty handed but,” you shrugged. “Ya take what you can get I suppose.”
Namjoon shook his head, letting out a forced laugh. “You really are something else, Y/N, y’know that?”
You moved to his side, running your hands up and down his arms. “It’s okay, Namjoon. It really is. You’re almost done here and I-”
“I can’t finish this without you.”
“Don’t be dramatic. How much longer do you have left?”
He looked at you. “A few weeks.”
You smiled. “Namjoon, that’s nothing. There are plenty of other camps nearby where I can lay low and then we can meet up once you’re done. Easy.” You didn’t actually know how easy it would be. Your cover was blown and word traveled fast out here. Plus, thinking about leaving him tore a hole in your heart. Unfortunately, it was your only option.
Namjoon shook his head. “I can’t.”
“You can,” you demanded, searching his eyes. “Namjoon, you can’t give this up. You are too close to the end. I’ll be fine. I’ll go back to being the nameless boy who no one pays attention to for a few more weeks and then, when you have all you need, we can start over in San Francisco. I hear it’s really starting to boom.”
He sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy hair before letting out a meek “Okay.”
“What was that?” you asked, a smile on your lips.
“Okay,” he responded, cupping your chin. “But only for a few weeks. You go on ahead to San Francisco. I have a friend there, Jin is his name. He owns a bed and breakfast in the Western Sector, by the sea. You go there and tell him I sent you and he’ll put you up until I come to collect.”
“Collect?” You asked leaning up to brush his nose with your own.
“Yes, Y/N, collect. What? You think you can use me for my body and then leave me forever?” You laughed and he kissed you, catching you by surprise. “I intend to find you there in a few weeks, my dear, where I’ll be greeting you with a doctorate and a wedding ring.”
“Oh my,” you placed a hand over your heart, feigning surprise. “Is that a threat of a marriage proposal, Professor Kim?”
Namjoon pulled you in for another kiss, breaking it to whisper softly in your ear “It’s not a threat, Miss Y/L/N. It’s a promise.”
***
With Namjoon’s assistance it didn’t take long to finish gathering your things. You didn’t have much. You retrieved your horse from the camp’s stable boy, meeting everyone’s stares along the way. You weren’t going to let them see how they affected you. When you stood, next to your horse, watching the late afternoon sun sink on to the horizon, you let the events of the past 24 hours sink into your bones. The thought of leaving Namjoon right now seemed unbearable, but you knew it was the only option.
He approached you now, a small satchel in his hand. He thrust it forward into your hands, without a word.
“What is this?” you asked, taking the bag. Namjoon shrugged. You opened the satchel to see three apples, some jerky, a journal, and a huge lump of gold in the bag. You closed it, quickly.
“Namjoon,” you hissed. “I can’t take this! You need it for your work. What if the warden finds out?!”
Namjoon grinned, clasping your hands over the bag. “He’s never going to find out. Besides, I have plenty to do my work with. That should be enough to get you to San Francisco and take care of you until I join you.”
“Namjoon, it’s too much. I can’t accept.”
“Y/N, please, just once in your life will you listen to me? I’m not doing it out of the kindness of my heart. Think of it as protecting my assets.”
You raised an eyebrow. “I am not an asset to be bought.”
“I never said you were,” he replied. “It’s for the horse.”
You looked at your horse. Then back at him. Then once more at the horse, for good measure. “That is my horse!”
“Yes, but he’s one of my favorites. I come here often and feed him apples. I’ve grown quite fond.”
“I’ve literally never seen you here before!”
Namjoon groaned. “For God’s sake, woman, take the gold!”
You laughed, shoving him gently and Namjoon pulled you into an embrace, his grip tender but firm. You pressed your nose against his chest, inhaling deeply, before turning your face up to his, once again trying to memorize his features. The gentle slope of his nose to his full lips. The curve of his brow over his dark eyes. His hair, dark and permanently tousled.
He leaned down, capturing your lips with his own and his kiss whispered all the feelings he had been showing you the last few weeks and the gentle murmurings of his love the night before. It spoke not of goodbye but rather until next time. He broke it and leaned his forehead against yours, both of your eyes closed as you reveled in the moment.
“Don’t forget about me on your grand adventure,” he whispered, his thumb moving back and forth against your shoulder.
“I could never,” you responded. “Besides, you know where I’ll be. Kind of hard to forget when you could burst in at any moment and ruin all my fun.”
He chuckled at that and nuzzled into your neck for a brief second before stepping back to break the embrace.
“You should get going, it’s going to be dark soon and you need to make it out of wild country before sundown. Shouldn’t be too far to the nearest town.”
You nodded, knowing he was right. You swung yourself onto your horse in one smooth motion and Namjoon approached you for one last kiss before slapping your horse gently on it’s rear, sending it trotting down the path.
You turned back only once, right before a bend in the path that would take you from Namjoon indefinitely. You found him standing there, ever loyal, his hands in his pockets and that lazy grin you loved so much plastered on his face. He waved a little before turning on his heel to walk back into camp.
It was going to be a long few weeks.
***
Epilogue
You sighed as you put down the paintbrush, unsatisfied yet again with your work. You felt like no matter how much you painted, you couldn’t get the colors right. You were on the upstairs balcony of Jin’s Bed and Breakfast watching the bustling crowd below. Merchants from all over the world, people searching to prosper from the gold rush, and immigrants here to help with the railroad all contributed to make San Francisco quite the booming metropolitan center. It was no New York City, but aspects of it certainly reminded you of home.
You had done a lot in your time away from Namjoon, making it to San Francisco in just a little under a week. Jin had welcomed you with open arms, allowing you to stay in a suite on the second floor away from his other guests. The lump of gold Namjoon gave you was more than enough to kickstart your life and pay for an abundance of new canvases and paints to pass the time.
You took a minute to search the bustling crowd, as you always did, for the man who’s figure you knew better than any other but turned up empty. You had expected Namjoon a week ago and with each passing day, worry struck your gut. What if he’s hurt? What if he never truly cared for you at all and ran the first chance he got?
You shook your head, clearing the thoughts and began to clean up your supplies. You stacked the paintbrushes precariously on your arms while balancing the cup of dirty paint water as you tried to maneuver inside. It was no surprise, really, when you stumbled and the water sloshed over onto your clothing. Brand new clothing, I should mention, that Jin had ordered specifically for you.
“God fucking dammit!” You blurted as you threw the brushes into the sink loudly.
“Y’know, has anyone ever told you that you have quite the dirty mouth for a lady?”
You froze. You knew that voice. You spun around to see him, the man you had come to know so well, standing in the doorway to your studio. He looked older somehow, tanner and leaner than he was before but that grin on his face was unmistakable.
“Namjoon!” You exclaimed, charging across the room to leap into his arms. He plastered your face with kisses, not giving a care for the way your dirty clothes rubbed off on his own. “You came for me,” you whispered into his neck, your smile reaching almost to your ears.
“Of course,” he answered, nuzzling the top of your head. “I made you a promise and besides, I came to collect.”
You snorted. “The horse is out back. Safe and sound.”
Namjoon grinned. “And what of you? Have you given any thought to my offer?”
“Offer?” you asked. “Do you mean the marriage thing? Because I’m pretty sure you never proposed, Kim Namjoon-”
“Dr,” he interrupted. “It’s Dr. Kim Namjoon now.”
You threw up your hands. “Wow, we’re getting big and fancy here. As I was stating, I don’t believe you ever actually proposed, Doctor.”
Namjoon dropped to his knees before you could react. You stared at him, surprised. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Get up this instant!” you demanded.
“No,” he smiled his signature goofy grin up at you. “Y/N, despite your many flaws-”
“Oh wow, what a start” you interrupted.
Namjoon wasn’t deterred. “-and your foul mouth, I have fallen inexplicably and uncontrollably in love with you. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone but you.”
You snorted.
“Y/N, I am trying to be sincere. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
He knelt there, his eyes wide, and your heart melted. Melted like it did every time you saw him, every time he kissed you. You knew your answer. You had known it for months. Probably from the first time you watched him pan for gold but definitely from when he got excited over a new discovery or made love to you in the tent. There was no one else for you either.
