김남준 x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— cw | idol!namjoon • domestic boyfriend!namjoon • fluff • comfort • clingy joon • long distance during tours • lots of physical affection • late night calls • lowercase intended
┈ [ ✉️ ] Hi angels !! domestic boyfriend!joonie was requested by @gottafightwhentheysaybehave !! Your wish is my command my love !! Namjoon has actually been like doing things to me lately - all these clips of him in a tanktop and sweating has me... feeling things. But any-whom !! I hope you all like and enjoy this !! Happy reading !!
before tour boyfriend!namjoon :(
— gets thoughtful before tours instead of emotional about it. suddenly he’s spending more time beside you in comfortable silence, like he’s trying to soak in the feeling of home before leaving again
— leaves little reminders of himself around the apartment without realizing it. books stacked beside the bed. hoodies over chairs. half-finished notes in his handwriting tucked into random places :(
— the type to stand in the kitchen late at night talking to you about absolutely everything before he leaves. music, life, fears, dumb observations, future plans. conversations with him always somehow feel endless
— buys you books before tour starts because “you’ll think of me when you read this part”
— definitely writes things in the margins too :( underlined sentences that reminded him of you or tiny “this is us” notes beside paragraphs
— starts sleeping closer to you before leaving. one arm heavy across your waist while he reads until he falls asleep halfway through the page
— acts composed the morning he leaves but keeps pausing before walking out the door like his body physically doesn’t want to go yet
during tour boyfriend!namjoon :(
— sends you long paragraphs at random hours because something reminded him of you and suddenly he has a lot to say
— the type to send pictures of ordinary things instead of glamorous tour stuff. a museum he visited. rainy sidewalks. coffee cups. trees he passed during walks :(
— facetimes you while sitting on hotel floors surrounded by his open laptop, unfinished lyrics, and clothes he still hasn’t unpacked properly
— likes hearing about your day in detail. not just “it was good.” he wants the small parts too. what you ate. what annoyed you. what made you laugh
— sometimes goes quiet after concerts because the adrenaline crash makes him miss home harder than usual
— admits he misses sleeping beside you more than he expected :( says hotel rooms always feel too cold and unfamiliar no matter how nice they are
— sends voice notes while walking alone at night coming from the gym after schedules. low sleepy voice mixed with city sounds in the background
— keeps one of your sweaters draped over hotel chairs during tours because it makes unfamiliar rooms feel a little softer somehow
— when he can’t sleep he rereads old conversations between you two instead of texting because he knows you’re probably asleep
after tour boyfriend!namjoon :)
— coming home with him feels grounding :) like the entire apartment relaxes the second he walks back into it
— stands in the doorway for a second after getting home just looking around quietly before smiling to himself like “okay. i’m back”
— absolutely the type to pull you into the kitchen while he makes coffee in the morning just so he can stand there talking to you sleepily while sunlight comes through the windows
— domestic routines become sacred to him after tour :) museum dates. grocery shopping together. sitting on opposite ends of the couch reading while your feet touch
— gets soft seeing all your little habits again. the way you organize things. the mugs you always use. hearing you moving around in the mornings
— spends the first few nights back tangled up beside you talking until late because there’s too much he wanted to tell you in person
— honestly looks happiest doing the most boring things with you :) game nights, watering plants together, sitting quietly while music plays from the tv in the apartment
— after tour he loves you in an even steadier way. calmer. deeper. like every time he comes home to you he remembers what parts of life actually matter most
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namjoon is currently at tokyo for the BTS tour where he meets her, a one-of-a-kind, confident — beautiful pole dancer at the izakaya bar he goes to the last night before he leaves for seoul. he takes her to his hotel and experiences one amazing night of what would be, the best sex either of them ever had.
warnings: strangers au, detailed smut, yearner namjoon, pwp, kissing, fingering in the car, tits sucking, anal, unprotected sex (stay safe pls), oral (m receiving), doggystyle, brief cowgirl position, hair pulling, belly bulge, underwear stuffing (..haha), gagging (oops), dirty talk, joon calls oc a slut once or twice, big dick joon (it’s a warning), oc cries during orgasms, goodbyes (they literally will never meet again).
did i just write 6k+ words of smut? yes, it’s namjoon i can’t help it.
characters: idol!namjoon x bar-dancer!reader
after their two day show at tokyo dome, namjoon roamed the beautiful night streets of shibuya while some of the members returned to seoul and some did their own travelling in tokyo. it was thanks to his usual habit of going to a city not just for work, but also touring it, he ended up at Sakura Izakaya. your usual bustling traditional japanese bar, with pole dancing available only on saturdays. it was the luckiest saturday of namjoon’s life today.
he entered the izakaya all alone with the sole purpose of downing his tiredness into the haze of a few drinks. he took a seat right in front of the stage where stood a shining silver pole with a pink bow on it, printed in glitters was her stage name, “Y/N”.
namjoon sat with a glass of forgotten whiskey, his focus hijacked by the woman moving like liquid mercury against the chrome. she was a vision in shimmering, baby pink pvc — a soft, innocent color that contradicted the raw power in her thighs as she climbed. as she arched her spine, her silhouette hit him like a physical blow, sending a heavy, undeniable throb straight to his jeans.
his mind, usually a sanctuary for lyrics and philosophy, was suddenly overrun by much filthier imagery. he imagined those toned legs wrapped around his waist, the pink straps of her top being pulled aside by his teeth, and her melodic voice breaking into a stuttering moan under his touch.
as she spun into a perfect split, catching his eye through the mirror with a smoky, knowing look, his grip on the glass tightened until his knuckles turned white. the leader of the world’s biggest band was gone, replaced by a man who was losing his mind. he didn’t just want to watch; he wanted to turn these thoughts into reality.
once the stage cleared, he called the manager, who was a young boy not much older than twenty, to ask for her. he wanted to see her. right. now. he would do anything it took to take her with him once.
the manager disappeared for a minute and came back with the graceful woman that was just on stage stealing namjoon’s breath away with her art. now that she was here, he was at a loss of words. that was when she reached out her hand, “hey there, hottie. cat got your tongue?”.
namjoon stared at her hand for a heartbeat too long, his brain struggling to bridge the gap between the ethereal performer on the stage and the self-assured woman now standing inches away. up close, the baby pink of her outfit was even more vibrant, contrasting against the golden glow of her skin. she was not just beautiful, she was ethereal.
he finally reached out, his large hand completely enveloping hers. her skin was warm, still buzzing with the adrenaline of her set.
“kim namjoon,” he managed to rasp out, his voice deeper than usual — a side effect of the tension still coiling in his lower stomach. he didn't let go of her hand. instead, he used the grip to gently pull her just a fraction closer, into the safety of the shadowed area beside his seat.
she let out a low, melodic laugh that made the hair on his arms stand up. she didn't pull away; she leaned in, resting her free hand on the edge of the velvet table, her polished nails digging slightly into the fabric. she purred, her eyes scanning his face, lingering on the way his throat moved when he swallowed. “i saw you watching. you looked like like you wanted to eat me alive.”
namjoon’s gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, to the way the pink straps of her top dug into the soft curve of her shoulder, the way her top tightened around her busty chest. the filthy thoughts from moments ago returned with a vengeance, more vivid now that he could smell the mix of her perfume and the faint scent of the stage fog clinging to her.
he leaned in until he was close enough to see the flick of her pupils. “i was just wondering if you’re as dangerous as you look, Y/N.”
she smirked, a playful, predatory spark in her eyes as she noticed the heavy, weighted look in his expression. “why don’t you buy me a drink,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a teasing lilt, “and find out exactly what kind of trouble i am?”
namjoon didn’t even look at the menu. he reached into his leather wallet, pulled out a stack of yen that was far more than the price of a drink, and slid it across the velvet toward the manager without taking his eyes off of her.
“i’m buying out the rest of her night,” namjoon said, his voice a low, gravelly command that left no room for negotiation.
her eyebrows arched, a small, triumphant smirk playing on her lips. she liked the way his composure was fraying at the edges — the way the polite looking man was being swallowed whole by a raw, primal hunger. she didn’t know who he was, but she felt he was someone who wasn’t supposed to be out in the wild with her like this. it made her want him more.
“going to be an expensive drink, namjoon-san,” she teased, though she was already reaching for the fur coat the manager held out for her.
“i could sell myself for you, darling,” he muttered, standing up. he was so much taller than her, his broad shoulders casting a shadow that seemed to claim her entirely. he leaned down, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. “i need you out of this bar. i need you somewhere where I don't have to share the sight of you with anyone else.”
as they reached the sleek black car waiting at the curb, he got inside and pulled her onto his lap before the driver could even close the door. the shibuya lights danced in his pupils, making them look dark and blown out.
“you have no idea,” he rasped, his thumb sliding on her lower lip, “what you've done to me tonight, baby. i haven't been able to think about anything else since you climbed that pole.”
she looked up at him, seeing the sheer yearning in his face — the way his eyes searched hers for permission to lose control. “then don't think, daddy,” she whispered, pulling him down by the lapels of his coat. “just show me.”
namjoon’s control snapped. his mouth crashed against hers in a starved, territorial heat while his hand found the edge of her shorts, slipping a finger past the barrier to find her slick and aching. as he felt her wetness, his eyes locked onto hers with a look of pure, unbridled triumph.
she let out a sharp, choked gasp, her hips arching off the leather seat instinctively. the sound was like fuel to the fire already consuming him.
“you're so wet for me, baby,” he hissed against her lips, his finger beginning a slow rhythm inside her. he was watching her face, the way her eyes clouded over and her lips parted. “did you feel me watching you? did you know what I was thinking while you were up there?”
he increased the pace, his thumb finding her clit and applying a pressure that made her world tilt. every time she whimpered, he swallowed the sound, kissing her deeper, his tongue mimicking the frantic motion of his hand.
he was starving for her — the scent of her, the taste of her, the way she felt tightening around his hand. “i was thinking how i’d break that pussy apart in every position,” he rasped, his voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel. “i've spent the last hour imagining every single thing I’m going to do to you,” he murmured against her skin, his hand sliding lower to find the curve of her hip. “how I’m going to make you scream my name louder than the crowd at the Dome.”
“the crowd? Dome? w-what are you..”, she cried out when namjoon slipped another finger inside her burning core. “an athlete or something?”
namjoon chuckled, “something like that.” he was determined to have her come undone once before they reached the hotel. he pulled the strings holding her top together, revealing her bust which was covered by no bra. she was bare, pink and soft against his face. he let out a curse before looking at her flushed face nodding for him to take her mound into his mouth, and the coil in him snapped.
he grabbed her left tit with his mouth, swirling his tongue until her nipple pebbled from the car's air-conditioned cold, his other hand still working two fingers inside her pussy.
“s-sir,” she sobbed out, her fingers tangling so tightly in his silver-blonde hair, she was practically pulling him into her.
“look at me,” he growled against her skin, pulling back just enough to see her eyes. he looked wrecked — completely unstrung by the sight of her bare and shivering under him. “i want to see your face when you break.”
he hooked his thumb over her clit, applying a brutal, grounding pressure while his fingers curled deep inside her. her hips buckled, legs shaking in the pink fur boots as the first wave of a massive orgasm began to roll through her.
“that’s it, baby. give it to me,” he whispered, his voice a dark, velvety command. “scream for me,” he smirked, rolling the window down enough for everyone outside to see her face and hear her scream. “i want the whole of shibuya to know you’re mine tonight.”
she went rigid, her muscles clamping violently around his fingers as she spiraled. namjoon drank in her shattered cries, kissing her with a dark, possessive promise that the night had only just begun.
“that was just the beginning, love,” he rasped, his thumb wiping a stray tear from her cheek as the car slowed to a final stop in the hotel’s private garage. “let me show you how a good girl like you deserves to be fucked.”
the door had barely clicked shut before he had her pinned against it. namjoon didn’t waste a second. his hands, large and calloused, clamped onto her hips with a bruising grip, pulling her flush against him.
he captured her lips in a kiss that felt like a claim, his tongue demanding entrance and finding it easily. “i need you so bad,” he growled against her mouth, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down her spine. “let me worship this gorgeous body of yours.”
Y/N felt a lump form in her throat as he trailed kisses down her jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck before he settled to suck a dark mark into the hollow of her collarbone.
she was used to the bar; she was used to the transactional, cold hands of men who saw her as a prop or a temporary release. but this? namjoon spoke to her like she was a masterpiece, as if they were prayers, and the way he touched her — made her feel seen in a way she hadn't felt in years.
something shifted in her. a sudden, fiery need to match his intensity. she reached up, her fingers digging into his shoulders, and with a surge of strength, she spun them around. now, it was namjoon with his back to the wall, his eyes wide and dark with surprise as she pushed his coat off his shoulders.
“my turn, sir,” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous.
she sank to her knees. namjoon’s head thrashed back as she freed him; he was enormous, his girth seemingly impossible, but she wanted to make it possible. looking up through her lashes, she swirled her tongue around the head before taking him in inch by inch.
a guttural sound left his lips as she worked, her sloppy, rhythmic friction filling the room. namjoon was ecstatic. he tangled his fingers in her hair and guided her deeper, pulling her head forward until she was gagging. fucking her face, pinning her nose against his pelvis until she couldn't take him deeper.
“god, baby,” he choked out, feeling his soul leave his body. “you’re incredible.”
the tension snapped. namjoon went rigid, anchoring her as a roar ripped from his throat. he came with a violence that shook his frame, painting her throat with thick ropes of heat. her nails digging into his quads in a silent plea for air even as she swallowed every bit of him.
he stayed there, vocal and vulnerable, holding her to his pelvis through broken groans. “good girl... take it all for me.”
when he finally loosened his grip, she pulled back, a thin trail of him dripping from her lip. she looked up, flushed and powerful, seeing the dazed glow in his eyes. he was undone, and the way he looked at her told her he was far from finished worshipping her.
he scooped her up, hoisting her legs around his waist as he whispered against her neck, “the way you took all of me was the most intoxicating thing i’ve ever felt, baby.” he tugged her strings loose, letting her top flutter to the carpet as her heavy, peaked breasts spilled into view. he stripped the remaining pvc and his own clothes away, leaving them both completely exposed.
his mouth latched onto her right tit with a hunger that made her back arch instantly. his tongue swirled around the dark, pebbled peak before he took the entire mound into his mouth, sucking so deeply that the hollow of his cheeks dipped.
“please,” she whimpered, her voice cracking as she felt the raw, heavy throb of her pulse right where his teeth were grazing. “namjoon, i love it… don't stop, god, please don't stop.”
men usually bypassed her chest in their rush for her center — but namjoon was different. he treated her breasts like a sanctuary, moving to the left one with equal fervor, his hand kneading the soft flesh of the right as he worked.
“no... namjoon, wait,” she cried out, her breath coming in short, panicked hitches as her nerves began to fire like live wires. “it’s too much... i’m too sensitive, please, no more.”
but namjoon didn't pull away. instead, his grip on her hips tightened to pin her even closer to his heat. “i've got you, baby. just feel it,” he rasped, his voice vibrating against her wet skin as he ignored her plea, continuing to tease and suck at her nipples until she was writhing from the sheer, ecstatic overload of it.
she felt something hot gush out of her pussy. this was her first time experiencing a nipple orgasm. namjoon was extremely attentive to her and she couldn't stop thinking about the lucky women before her who got to experience him.
he slowly shifted his weight, his large hands lingering on her chest to knead her tits with a heavy, possessive pressure that kept her grounded as his mouth traveled south. he didn’t stop until he reached the dip of her waist, his tongue tracing a slow, wet circle around her bellybutton.
“you taste like heaven, honey,” he murmured against her skin, his voice muffled by the soft curve of her hip. “did you know you’re the most beautiful woman in this entire city tonight?”
she let out a beautiful, airy moan, her back arching off the silk sheets as he continued to descend. she could feel the heat radiating off him, the sheer focus of a man who was obsessed with every inch of her. she reached down, her fingers brushing his ears as she whispered, “then don't make me wait, nam. i want you… i want you everywhere.”
he didn’t need to be told twice. he moved between her legs, his broad shoulders prying her thighs wide until she was completely exposed to the cool air and his burning gaze. “look at how much you came and i havent even dicked you down yet.”
he stood over her for a agonizing second, the sheer size of him casting a shadow over her trembling frame, before he guided himself to her entrance. with one slow, heavy surge, he slid his cock into her, the tight velvet of her pussy stretching to its absolute limit to accommodate his girth.
she let out a sharp, genuine scream that echoed through the room, her fingers clawing at the silk sheets as she felt the massive weight of him bottoming out. the sheer scale of him was more than she’d ever handled, and namjoon watched with a swell of pride as her body struggled to stretch around his depth.
but as her cries grew louder, a sudden, possessive thought cut through his haze. this was his suite, but the walls weren't thick enough for the raw, undone sounds she was making — sounds meant only for his ears. the idea of anyone else hearing her made his jaw tighten with a dark jealousy.
reaching blindly to the side, he grabbed the discarded boxers he’d stripped off moments ago. “i’m the only one who gets to hear you like this, sweetheart.”
before she could protest, he stuffed the fabric into her mouth, effectively gagging her. her eyes went wide, muffled moans vibrating against the cloth as he finally began to move, his pace relentless now that her sweet, dirty sounds were safely trapped between them. the sight of her helpless and silenced, forced to take all of him while she choked on her own pleasure, made namjoon’s blood turn to fire.
the moment her hips bucked upward in a silent plea, he set a pace that was nothing short of punishing. he was fast, relentless, his hips snapping against her pelvis with a rhythmic, heavy thud that sounded like thunder in the quiet room.
as the friction built to an unbearable heat, namjoon’s hand moved to her face, he yanked the fabric out with a sharp, possessive motion, wanting to hear every decibel of her undoing. the sudden rush of air made her gasp, her jaw trembling from the stretch as she finally tasted the room again.
“talk to me, baby,” he commanded, his thrusts turning deep and punishing. “tell me what I'm doing to you.”
“god, thank you,” she sobbed out, her head thrashed side to side on the pillows. “thank you, daddy... for making me feel so full... i’ve never... i’ve never felt this good.”
namjoon’s eyes went dark, a predatory growl vibration in his chest. “yeah? you like me drilling into you like this, you dirty slut? bet you’ll be leaking me for days, won’t you? thinking about how i stretched you out?”
“yes, yes, yes! please... don’t ever stop, just keep ruining me,” she screamed, the words lost in a flurry of messy kisses as he leaned down.
he shifted her legs, wrapping them tightly around his waist so he could lean back and latch onto her tits again. he was a man possessed, his mouth pulling at her sensitive nipples while his hips continued their frantic, bruising work. he felt himself grow even thicker inside her, a physical reaction to the way she was clawing at his back and screaming his name.
namjoon pulled back for a breath, his chest heaving, and his eyes dropped to where they were joined. the skin of her toned belly was stretched tight, and he could see the distinct outline of his cock moving beneath her skin with every thrust. he let out a dark, breathless laugh and pressed his large hand over the bulge.
“baby, look. feel that?” he rasped, pressing down so she could feel the shape of him from the outside. “that's me. i'm that deep inside you.”
her eyes went wide, mind fracturing at the sight and the sensation. “i can feel you... oh god, it's so big... you're stretching me so good, namjoon... please harder, i want to feel you even deeper.”
he laughed, a raw, cocky sound that was pure ego. “greedy girl. i’ll give you exactly what you want.”
he captured her lips in a heated, messy kiss, his tongue tangling with hers while his lower half moved fast. he kept his hand there, pressing firmly into her belly, kneading the spot where he was hitting her from the inside.
“god, yes, namjoon! harder!” she screamed, a string of filthy, incoherent praise falling from her lips as she felt the dual sensation of him inside and out.
“you're such a mess for me,” he growled back, his own face contorted in a mask of ecstasy. “look at you, screaming like a brat while i break you apart.”
they locked eyes, the intensity of the moment more intimate than anything she had ever known. she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down as he found an even higher gear, his thrusts becoming a blur of friction and heat.
“i'm gonna cum! daddy, please! let me!” she cried, her body vibrating on the verge of a total collapse.
“cum, baby,” namjoon urged, his voice a deep, vibrating command against her ear. “cum all over daddy’s cock like the good girl you are, give it all to me.”
she spiraled, her internal muscles clamping down on him in a violent, pulsing rhythm as she shrieked his name. namjoon didn't stop; he chased his own high. his hips moving in short, frantic bursts until he finally let out a loud, vocal roar of release. he came in thick, hot waves, filling her to the brim while his heart hammered against her ribs.
completely spent and unstrung, he finally collapsed forward, his head falling into the crook of her neck. he stayed there, heavy and panting, still buried deep inside her as the world slowly stopped spinning.
the room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by their ragged breathing as namjoon slowly pulled out of her. they both let out a low whine of protest at the loss of friction, watching as the warm, messy evidence of their release began to ooze out her pussy onto the dark sheets.
Y/N reached out with a trembling hand to check her phone on the nightstand. the bright screen cut through the dim neon glow: 1:00 am.
she let out a long, heavy huff of disappointment, her shoulders drooping as she looked back at him. “i have to be home by two,” she whispered, the reality of her life outside this room crashing back in. “my roommate... she’ll worry if i’m not back. she knows how the bar can be.”
namjoon didn’t hesitate. he reached out, his long arms hooking around her waist to pull her back into the heat of his chest. he wrapped her in a tight, vulnerable hug, his chin resting on the top of her head as he pressed a lingering, tender kiss to her hair.
“stay,” he murmured, his voice vibrating deep against her skin. “just stay the night, please. i’ll handle the car, the excuse, whatever you need. i need more of you, baby.”
he pulled back just enough to cup her face, his thumbs stroking her flushed cheeks. “on that stage, you were so graceful — like a piece of art i wasn't allowed to touch. but here? behind this door?” his eyes turned dark and heavy with a fresh wave of hunger. “you were so beautifully uninhibited while i was breaking you apart. i don’t think i ever want to stop being inside you.”
the way he looked at her — with that raw, lusty honesty — made her breath hitch all over again. he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that wasn’t a goodbye, but a new beginning.
fueled by the way he worshipped her, Y/N shifted, her knees finding purchase on either side of his hips as she climbed on top of him. she sat back on his thighs, her bare, marked body glowing in the low light as she looked down at the man who couldn’t seem to get enough of her.
she kissed him with a deep, frantic passion, her hands tangling in his hair as if she could anchor herself to this moment forever. “i’ve never met anyone like you,” she breathed against his lips, her voice trembling. “i don't even know who you are, namjoon, and i get it if you need to keep it that way. i don't care. i just love being like this with you. i’m loving every second of it. i don't want to leave you, but since i have to... let me feel you inside me one last time.”
she didn’t wait for him to answer. she lifted herself up, hovering over his length for a heart-stopping second before she slowly slipped her still-wet pussy back down onto his cock.
the sensation of him stretching her open again made her head fall back, her throat baring as she began to ride him. namjoon let out a low, guttural groan, his hands flying to her waist to help guide her rhythm.
“god, baby, look at you,” he rasped, his eyes fixed on the way she moved. “you take it so well. such a perfect, tight fit for me. you were made to be right on my cock, sweetheart.”
the praise made her move even faster, her internal muscles clamping down on him with every downward stroke. namjoon’s head thrashed against the pillows, his jaw tight. “i love fucking you. do you hear me? i fucking love how you feel.”
they leaned into each other, meeting in a heated, tongue-tangled kiss while she continued to grind against him. as she moved, namjoon noticed her supple, pink tits bouncing right in front of his face, the soft weight of them practically begging for his touch. he couldn't hold back; he reached up, pulling her down so he could take each one into his mouth in turns, his tongue flicking over the bruised nipples he’d claimed earlier.
“yes... joon, thank you,” she moaned, her voice sounding wrecked and filthy. “it feels so good when you do that, please, don't stop.”
he smiled against her warm skin, the vibration of his chuckle sending a fresh spark of electricity through her. but as the friction intensified, Y/N felt her breath hitch. “i can't, joon, i can't take it like this anymore, i need you deeper.”
understanding exactly what she meant, namjoon moved with a sudden grace. he helped her off him just long enough to flip her over, “all on fours baby, like the good girl you are.” she obeyed instantly, her heart hammering as she felt him loom behind her.
he didn't hesitate, prying her hips high before he entered her pussy from the back in one long, devastating thrust. the new angle hit her g-spot so perfectly that they both let out a loud, synchronized moan that echoed through the suite. he stayed there for a beat, buried to the hilt, both of them vibrating from the sheer, raw power of the connection.
he started with slow, agonizingly deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in until he bottomed out. it was torture. Y/N turned her head back, her neck straining as she showed him her pleading, glassy eyes. “please, joon... i can’t wait anymore,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “please fuck me faster, daddy... i need you to break me.”
namjoon lost it. he let out a sharp curse, his grip on her hips tightening until his knuckles were white. “fuck, baby... you're going to make me cum so good,” he rasped, his voice sounding dangerous. “if you want to be ruined, i’m more than happy to oblige.”
he shifted gears instantly, his lower half becoming a blur of motion. he raised one hand and delivered a sharp, stinging spank to her flushed backside. the sound of his palm hitting her skin cracked through the room, followed immediately by Y/N’s loud, echoing moan. with every successive spank, his thrusts became faster and more violent, driving her face into the silk pillows.
“it hurts... it hurts so good, joon,” she wailed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. “don't stop... please, just ruin me like this! make me yours!”
he leaned over her, a cocky, predatory smile tugging at his lips as he watched her skin turn a delicious shade of pink under his hand. “you’re such a little masochist for me, aren't you? begging for the pain because you know it's the only way you'll feel me properly.”
he reached forward, gathering her long hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulling it back firmly to arch her spine into a steep, agonizing curve. the new angle allowed him to sink even deeper, hitting her sweet spot with a precision that made her world turn white. “oh god, joon! right there! don't stop, just keep hitting that spot!” she shrieked, her body vibrating.
as he pounded into her, namjoon reached down and pressed his thumb firmly against her tight, puckered asshole. Y/N let out a strangled cry, her hips bucking back against him. “please... joon, more... i want more,” she whimpered, the new sensation sending a fresh wave of heat through her.
he didn't hesitate. he pulled back just enough to spit directly onto the tight entrance before destroying her pussy with a series of frantic thrusts. he pushed a long finger into the tight, virgin hole, stretching her open. “you're so tight, baby... i need to stretch you out all the time, huh? you love being filled up in every single way, don't you?”
“yes! yes, please! more, daddy, please!” she screamed, her mind completely gone.
he began to finger her asshole in a rhythmic, prying motion while simultaneously fucking her pussy with everything he had. the dual invasion was too much; Y/N’s moaning became so loud it was almost a constant scream of pleasure. “it feels amazing... it’s heavenly... joon, i can't breathe!”
“i know, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with his own looming peak. “you feel so fucking good clenching around both my finger and my cock. you're so thirsty for me... such a good, thirsty girl for daddy.”
Y/N’s internal muscles began to seize, her body reaching the absolute limit of what it could handle. “i'm close! joon, i'm so close!”
understanding the cue, he pulled his finger out, but he didn't give her a second to breathe. as her body collapsed and twitched from the aftershocks, namjoon’s hand moved to the small of her back, pinning her flat against the mattress. without a break, he angled his hips and drove his cock straight into the tight heat of her ass.
Y/N let out a deafening scream, her back arching so violently her spine nearly snapped. the intrusive, massive weight of him stretching her open in a way she hadn’t asked for — but desperately needed — sent a fresh, jagged jolt of electricity through her spent nerves.
namjoon had completely lost his senses. the refined, polite leader was gone, replaced by a man fueled by a dark, demeaning dominance. he leaned over her, his chest crushing her into the sheets as he began to move with a rhythmic, bruising force.
“you like that, don't you? you're just a filthy little hole for me to use,” he hissed in her ear, his voice a low, terrifying rasp. “look at you, shaking like a pathetic slut while I stretch you out. did you really think I was done with you?”
Y/N didn't pull away. instead, she turned her face into the pillow, a maniacal, dazed smile spreading across her lips. the degradation felt like a drug, a heavenly contrast to the reverence he'd shown her earlier. she loved being treated like his property.
“yes... j-joon, please,” she whimpered, her voice wrecked. “please, use me however you want.”
“i'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow,” he growled, his thrusts becoming faster, more animalistic, as he hit the tight walls of her rear. “you’re so greedy, taking all of me in both holes like it's nothing. such a thirsty girl. you were made to be ruined by me, weren't you?”
“yes! I'm your slut! please, joon, ruin me!” she screamed, her eyes rolling back as the dual sensation of the aftershocks and the new, stretching pain merged into a singular, blinding peak.
he smiled darkly against her neck, his teeth baring as he felt her tight entrance clenching around him in a desperate, rhythmic plea for his release. “good girl,” he praised, though the word sounded like a threat. “take it all. swallow every bit of me until you can't take another inch.”
namjoon hauled himself fully onto the bed, his large frame looming over her like a shadow as he braced his weight on his forearms. he began to drill into her, his hips snapping forward with a relentless, jackhammer pace that made the entire bed frame groan in protest. every heavy, wet thud echoed through the room as he bottomed out in her tight, aching heat, his girth stretching her to the absolute limit.
Y/N was a mess of sobbing moans and breathless pleas, her fingers digging into the mattress until the fabric tore. “namjoon... please... it’s too much... it’s so deep,” she wailed, though her hips bucked back against him in a desperate rhythm, begging for the very friction that was destroying her.
“i told you I was going to break you, didn't i?” he rasped, his sweat dripping onto her back as he maintained the punishing speed. “you’re taking every fucking inch of me. say it. tell me who you belong to while i’m destroying this hole.”
“yours... i'm yours... please, daddy, don't ever stop!” she screamed, her voice cracking as her mind completely fractured.
“fuck yeah, take it all baby,” his voice hitting a guttural, animalistic pitch.
he buried himself to the hilt, his body going rigid as he began to cum deep inside her ass. hot, thick ropes of release filled her, the pressure making her stomach feel heavy and full. he stayed there, his weight crushing her into the bed, his balls still pressed firmly against her clit as the violent aftershocks of his climax rippled through both of them.
namjoon slowly pulled out of her, the slick, wet sound of the exit hanging heavy in the silent room. they both collapsed onto the tangled sheets, limbs heavy and hearts hammering against their ribs in a frantic, shared rhythm. for a solid minute, they did nothing but make out, their lips meeting in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of sweat, salt, and a lingering, desperate hunger.
finally, they broke apart, letting out a simultaneous sigh of relief that signaled the end of the storm. Y/N leaned her forehead against his, her eyes hazy with a dazed, post-orgasmic glow.
“i'm so glad i met you, namjoon,” she whispered, her voice a wrecked, raspy mess. “seriously... you fucked me so good. i don’t think i ever want to be fucked by anyone else now.”
a low, genuine laugh vibrated in namjoon’s chest, his dimples cutting deep into his cheeks as he smoothed a stray lock of hair from her face. “i wish i could stay here forever just for that,” he admitted, his gaze turning briefly wistful.
Y/N’s brow furrowed in confusion. “huh? where are you going?”
namjoon’s smile softened, a hint of the leader returning to his eyes, though he kept his voice light. “i'm kind of a big deal back in south korea, my home,” he said, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “so, i have to go back. duty calls, i guess.”
Y/N stayed quiet for a moment, the weight of the word home settling between them. she looked at him — at the broad shoulders and the intelligent, sharp eyes of the man who had just spent the last few hours worshipping and ruining her — and realized there was a whole world to him she would never see. part of her wanted to ask, to search his name, to find out what "big deal" meant, but she felt a sudden, protective instinct over the bubble they’d created.
“okay,” she breathed, choosing not to push for details. “i think i like not knowing. it makes this feel... just ours.”
the air in the suite was still thick and humid, the scent of their shared heat clinging to the heavy curtains. namjoon stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, already partially dressed in his silk robe, watching Y/N as she pulled the holographic pvc back over her damp skin. he didn't offer to help; he just watched with a dark, satisfied hunger, his eyes tracing the way her muscles still twitched from the workout he'd given them.
“i’m leaving, then,” Y/N said, her voice a wrecked, beautiful rasp as she stepped into her tall boots. she looked up at him, her hair a mess and her lips swollen, but her eyes were bright with a defiant, post-coital glow.
namjoon crossed the room, his stride slow, stopping only when he had her pinned between his body and the door. he reached out, his large hand sliding under her chin to tilt her face up, his thumb grazing her lower lip.
“i hope we meet again, Y/N.”
Y/N smirked, leaning into his touch even as she reached for the handle. “trust me, mister namjoon. with the way you handled me, i’ll be feeling you every time i sit down, i’ll be thinking about you losing your mind in this room.”
namjoon let out a rough, appreciative chuckle, his head dipping down to catch the scent of her neck one last time. “good. i’m going back to seoul tomorrow, and i’ll be thinking about the way you took all of me while i'm looking at thousands of faces that don't know a thing about what we just did.”
he reached past her, his hand covering hers on the doorknob. he didn't open it immediately; he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “go on, then before I decide i’m not finished breaking you yet.”
Y/N let out a shaky breath, a final, electric shiver running down her spine. she pulled the door open and stepped into the hallway, throwing one last, smoky look over her shoulder at the man standing in the shadows of the doorway — vocal, powerful, and completely unforgettable.
“safe flight, big deal,” she whispered, leaving her with the best, filthiest secret in tokyo.
namjoon watched her until she got into the elevator. no numbers exchanged, no photos taken, hell, he didn’t even know if he would ever get one more night with her. was this all real or was it a fragment of namjoon’s dream?
ꨄ︎ :someone likes to get their nipples played with and it’s not you.
Who would’ve thought your big bulky husband enjoyed to get his nipples played with. The first time it happened his cheeks were burning red with embarrassment. Looking down at the mess he made, cum decorates his toned abs “I-I’m sorry” he watched the smirk on your face as you licked his cum off your fingers. “It’s normal baby” you press a sweet kiss on his cheek, what a pleasant surprise.
You silently watch your husband adjust his glasses nervously. Namjoon can’t help but blush, thinking back on that night. Reminiscing the way his stomach tightened when you first kissed his navel, slowly moving up. He rubbed his neck, feeling the way you kissed up his neck, teasing him about how quick he was about to cum. His heart races, feeling the sudden rush of heat travel down his body. Down to his cock.
Your eyes drop down to his hand, covering the bulge forming in his denim jeans. He doesn’t notice you creeping close to him until your fingers touch his hair. “What’s going through your head, husband” he listened to your teasing tone as your lips ghost against his ear “thinking about last night?”.
“yes” you smile, watching your hands slowly unbutton his shirt. Namjoon pulls you on his lap as he pulled you in for a kiss, his hand wrapped around your neck taking control of the kiss. Pushing his tongue in your mouth as your hand slides in his jeans cupping his hard cock. He moans against the kiss as you suck on his tongue so sweetly, making him lightheaded.
Fingers swiftly working on releasing his pleading cock as you pull back from the kiss. A string of saliva connects your mouth “tell me how bad you want it”. You watch as a whine slips past his plump lips as you spit on his cock, “fuck, I need you please” you hum as you give his cock a slow pump.
“I need your lips on me again, ~please” namjoon watched the smirk spread across your pretty face. You’re enjoying this, he knows, he can see it in your eyes. “Now that wasn’t too hard” his fingers find its way in your hair, guiding your head down to his chest. He lets a frustrated groan as your tongue teased his bud, “patience my sweet husband” your hand tightened around his cock making him yelp.
Eyes blown with lust stare down at your lips wrap around his nipple, giving it a nice suck as his cum spill down your hand -making a mess on his jeans. “j-just like that” you falter your eyes up at him as you smirk against his bud. Tongue drawing figures against his sensitive nipple, fuck you’ll be the death of him.
warnings: jealousy, insecurity, mentions of cheating (but nobody actually did!), arguments, yelling, mentions of past toxic relationship f!reader x oc)
A/N: this was supposed to be an ot7 reacts but idk what happened tbh 😭 guess its gonna be separate drabbles then, my bad 🫠
"I told you, she's just a colleague!"
you roll your eyes, hands shaking as you rearrange the contents of your handbag on the counter for the fifth time. you had dumped the whole thing out when you couldn't find your car keys.
"a colleague looks at you like that?" you gesture at your phone screen, the photo still open.
namjoon sighs, running his fingers through his hair. you had shown him the photo about twenty minutes ago. five minutes after you should have left for your date night. but now, you're standing in the kitchen, voices raised, tensions even higher.
"I don't care how she's looking at me," namjoon reaches for you, but you shrug him away.
"I do."
you see his shoulders sag from the corner of your eye. you finally find your car key, staring at it for a couple seconds before dropping it into your empty handbag. you'd missed your dinner reservations anyway.
namjoon takes a nervous step forward. "so what if she likes me?"
you feel the red mist descend. if you were in a cartoon, there would be steam coming from your ears right about now.
"what do you mean, 'so what?' how would that be okay? you're my boyfriend, joon." you snap. "not hers, not anyone else's, my boyfriend."
namjoon bites his lip. "exactly."
you glare at him. chest rising and falling rapidly. you hate this insecure, jealous side of yourself. but you can't help it. no matter how hard you try.
"so what if she likes me? I'm with you. I love you, nobody else, and nothing's ever going to change that."
you swipe at your eyes angrily. "she's too pretty."
namjoon shakes his head, reaching for you again. he smiles when you don't shrug him off this time, allowing him to pull you against his chest.
"nobody's as pretty as you," he squeezes you, kissing the top of your head. "nobody."
you stay quiet, cheeks hot. you hate that you started a fight over something so small. you know you overreacted. if you looked at the photo again, it probably wouldn't look half as bad.
"I'm sorry," you sniff, burying your face in namjoon's chest.
he squeezes you again, wraps his arms around your waist. "it's okay."
"no it's not," you sniff again, fingers twisting the hem of his shirt. "you didn't do anything wrong."
namjoon tugs you back until his knees hit the couch, and you tumble forward onto his lap. his hands cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping away your tears.
"your ex messed with your head," he shrugs. "I know it's not personal."
"I shouldn't have yelled at you," you sob, leaning into his touch. he always knows what to say. it's almost infuriating. you almost want him to be mad at you. you're mad at yourself.
"I forgive you," he says simply, and presses a kiss to your temple. "do you still want to go out for dinner?"
you stare at him, mascara streaking your cheeks, lipstick smudged.
namjoon stifles a giggle. "let's watch a movie."
you nod, letting him pull you into another hug. namjoon always know's what you need. even if you don't feel that you deserve it, he shows you that you do.
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pairing: mental asylum patients!ot7 bts x volunteer nurse! reader
genre: smut, thriller, angst
summary: Y/N volunteers in a mental hospital with the intention to help the patients and care for them. Everything seems to be normal, except for seven boys whom she was assigned to. She doesn't understand what mess she has gotten herself into, and when she does, it's too late to get out.
warnings: mental illnesses including—insomnia, schrizophrenia, depression, anxiety, substance abuse, DID (multiple personality disorder). murder, mentions of suicide + attempted suicide, mentions of blood, mental asylums, drugs. etc…
authors note: i’m gonna rewrite this story and bring it to tumblr+ao3 since the current one is just not sitting right with me…and idk where to go with it without rewriting it. if you’d like to read it you can find it here on wattpad :)
Synopse: Jeon Jungkook want to take a rest, a little rest from his fast moving life. To find where his peace belongs, to find where he belongs.
Genre: slow burn, childhood friends to lover? Angst.
Pairing: idol Jungkook × oc
"Thank you.” the girl laughed as she clutched the sheets in her chest. Jungkook nodded his head in acknowledgement as he signed another autograph, “thank you, have a nice day.” his fans said, blushing, beaming from meeting their favourite person.
“day?” he teased, receiving giggles from them. Jeon Jungkook was surrounded by his fans late at night on the streets of Seoul, “i-i mean night.” She blushed and bowed her head, smiled more, feeling herself melting when Jungkook laughed.
“Thank you, all happy and healthy, okay?” He looked at them with his doe eyes,giving them his genuine wishes, and they felt their admiration was not one-sided.
They nod their head, laugh and wish him as well and bid their goodbye.
Jungkook turned around the corner, where his friend was standing, waiting for him at the bench, looking at his phone, from a restaurant they're planning to eat dinner from. “The shop is already closed.” Jungkook stopped in his step, “oh!” He felt his stomach drop, sitting beside his friend, he sighed, stretching his legs.
“I take my time when I meet my fans.” Jungkook looked at the empty street, he noticed how the light of the bulb hid the twinkle of stars, how the wind felt more cold now he felt relaxed and tired, how the silence felt more empty.
Jihoon put his phone in his pocket, “our kookie have millions of admirers, peoples all around the world get inspired from you, they support you, Jungkook.” He smiled and looked on the road as well, laying against the mirror window of the shop.
Jungkook sighed, closing his eyes, feeling the cold breeze touching his skin.
–
“You lost the melody at last.” Yoongi highlighted the part on the sheet as Jungkook focused on the words. “sing again.” Yoongi went back, sit on the chair in front of the recorder as Jungkook put his headphones back on his ears.
He sang again, the pitch, the rhyme, and again the song but when Yoongi sighed he felt his heart break into pieces, does his hyung not be satisfied by his voice, does he fail him?
“One last time, last chorus, third line, okay.” Yoongi's voice echoed in the studio and Jungkook was just able to give him a short nod of his head, too ashamed to lock him in his eyes.
He takes a deep breath, trying to relax his voice. His eyes traces the words to words on sheet, feeling it, touching it, Jungkook try to put the emotion from him to the words on sheets, and when he sing the last part Yoongi held his thumbs up in the air indicating him that he did well but does Jungkook felt he did his good? No.
He felt his voice was stuck in his throat.
After listening to the recording and monitoring it, getting a compliment from the producer, he felt the studio with his backpack on the shoulder then the building and in the car.
After getting in the elevator he pushes the button, hands in his pants pocket, he exits it when it opens on his floor. Entering through the door and into the living room Jungkook slumped on the couch.
“What's wrong?” Jin asked, turning to look at him, as he felt pushed by him on the couch, from the video game he was playing since morning on television.
“Nothing….. it's … it's just .” Jungkook stumbles staring at the ceiling and Jin pretends he was not too focused on his words, “it's just?” He asked, concerned to fill in his tone but he didn't turned to look at him this time, giving him a space he thinks Jungkook needs.
“The recording was good, and I'm just tired.” Jungkook crossed himself and turned against the television.
“I'll make some food for you.” Jin paused his game and stood from his position, looking at him, Jin thought when he felt comfortable enough to share his problem, but for now he gave whatever Jungkook wanted and he went into the kitchen to make soup of tteokbokki with noodles.
“He needs only two or three hours to record any type of song, Hyung.” Yoongi folded his clothes as Jin hummed from bed, looking at him, “and today?”
“Six to seven hours and it was a little bad actually.” Yoongi sighed as he stacked his shirt in order, and looked ahead at Jin, “you know from how versatile range he has, it was not that level today.” Jin bit the inside of his lips when Yoongi stood to put his clothes back inside in the wardrobe.
“I think he has something he doesn't want to talk about.” Yoongi looked at jin as he now sit cross leg on bed now, he hummed getting inside in comforter, “he will tell when he felt the need to, for now we should just trust him.” Yoongi mumbled at him as he adjusted his pillow.
Jin sighed, getting off from bed and walking towards the door, switching off the lights, “good night yoongs.” He said receiving a mumbled night in return.
–
Jungkook put his phone on the table, his mind occupied by his manager's words, separate apartment, other buildings, new house, he still had to find it. His eyes find the game on shelves, the game cd he wants to play with Taehyung but how he was busy with his moving out things.
He left the room and walk over the balcony, everything is change, his Hyung want to leave away from each other, his voice felt stuck in his throat, he had to find a new apartment where he can safely live, the bad guide recording today, it was too much, for him.
Jungkook was not ready for all these things.
When he tried to sing again in the middle of night, in between the twinkling stars, and around the cold breeze, his voice felt broken again.
It was bothering him, the passion he has for singing was bothering him now, and his chest felt empty now, air get stuck in his throat as he struggle to breathe, he grabbed his throat trying to breathe in but fell hard on the floor, gasping for air he whimper and cry and cry for help, for his brothers, to help him, to heal him.
“Hey… hey buddy.” Jin put his head on his lap as Jungkook cried, grabbing his throat, Yoongi gave him a water bottle sitting beside him, as Hoseok rubbed his feet. “It's okay, it's okay, everything will be okay.” Jin chanted the soothing words to him, as his hand continuously patted on his head.
Jimin and Taehyung stand on the door too scared to go near him and too much care to let the elders handle the things, Namjoon isn't able to think what's wrong but stand behind them to hand whatever they need to calm his younger brother.
Jungkook's glossy eyes find them as he cry harder now, curling himself in small he buried his face in Seokjin thigh, he cry for everything, for separating from his Hyung, for can't able to feel singing, for his life back in busan.
–
“You need a break, Jungkook.” Namjoon held his hand as Jungkook sniffled softly, looking at the floor, tears falling from his eyes and landing on the floor, his older brother whimpering at the sight.
“I…I don't think.”
“Yes you do.” Jin firmly said, letting him know he was in no position to talk back at now. “You need a vacation, take a little rest then come back to us, okay.”
Jungkook cried at his words, hiding his face behind his hands and his band mates let him cry to his heart.
And when Jungkook curled under the comforts on Jin bed, he rubbed his head to soothe until Jungkook fingers left namjoon hands, they switched off the light and closed the door letting Jin take care of their younger member.
her long, pretty fingers typed big words onto the screen.
she is an art critic.
she was devious in her review of namjoon’s work:
she deemed his paintings kitschy.
mature content ahead 18+ , minors please do not interact
namjoon wanted to fuck the sophistication out of her for once,
and see her as an unfurled ragdoll gasping on his bedsheets
and not at all as the polished façade of a woman the world knew her to be.
her name was engraved on namjoon’s psyche the moment he read her
long-winding pieces of critique in an art-journal.
rest assured, like a true-blue artist, namjoon was deft at using his fingers.
author's note: drabble's supposed to be 100 words, though when i have more ideas, i might turn this into a full-fledged one-shot.
namjoon's virgo ahh can't take no critcism.
namjoon, if you're seeing this, i am sorry.
masterlist
hyung line yandere drabbles: yoongi | seokjin | hoseok
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