For the prompts, Namjoon and smut 28 and fluff 30 please! And thank you!
Take It Off
pairing: namjoon x f. reader
warnings: smut (unprotected sex), not proofread
prompt smut - 28 - "This is why I get off to you every night by myself."
prompt fluff - 30 - "Are those my clothes?"
Namjoon was ready to propose when you walked into his home with your overnight bag.
You had been dating for a while but this was the first time you were staying the night at his place.
After dinner, you shared the shower, kissing until the water ran cold.
Namjoon had gotten out first, dressing in some loose sweats and one of his oversized hoodies. He was warming up a towel for you while you did your skincare routine unbothered by the icy temperature flowing from the shower head.
"Got it!" Namjoon chimes as he steps back into the bathroom. You thank him as you shut the shower off before sliding back the door to step out carefully. Namjoon wraps you up in a fluffy white towel, kissing your nose when he's done.
"I'm gonna go get the movie set up. Shout if you need me, okay?" He asks as he heads for the door.
"Got it, babe," You wave him off as you dry off, using a towel for your hair and a washcloth for your face.
You walk to his bedroom, eyeing your overnight bag. You take out a pair of panties but then head to Namjoon's closet. He's got an array of hoodies, all your favorites on hangers, and all with his scent. You pick one out before stealing a pair of sweatpants from his dresser.
"The movie is ready!" Namjoon announces as he hears you shuffle into his living room.
He does a double take when he sees you, his smile all dimples and shine.
"Are those my clothes?" He asks with excitement as you join him on the couch.
"Maybe," You giggle as he drapes himself around you. He kisses your cheek before he admires you.
"They look good on you. Feel free to keep them," He says honestly and you shake your head.
"But then they won't smell like you," You pout. Namjoon chuckles, shaking his head. Could you be any more adorable?
"Fine, I'll wear them to keep them smelling like me, okay? But fuck, you look so good in my clothes." Namjoon can't get over it, he slides his hands under the hoodie, only to realize you aren't wearing a bra underneath.
"Fuck," he curses as he lets his head drop to your shoulder. "This feels like a wet dream."
You laugh, poking his side. "Shut up!"
"I'm serious," he laughs. ""This is why I get off to you every night by myself."
You press your legs together, your body thrumming from his words. "Joon, shut up."
Namjoon notes the breathiness in your tone, how your thighs press together, and how your chest heaves beneath his palm.
"Oh?" He smirks. "You like to think of me jerking off to you? My hand wrapped around my dick, wishing it was your wet cunt instead? Wish you could hear how I moan your name when I cum all over my hand?"
"Joon," You're breathless, wet, and ready to jump him where he sits if he keeps talking.
Namjoon grins as he nuzzles into your neck. "What, baby? Can't handle the truth?"
You breathe, leaning close to press your lips to his. It's easy to straddle him, his hands going to your hips as he kisses you. He moans when you nip his bottom lip, tugging it to suck it before releasing it.
His hands move lower to your backside, squeezing to make you moan his name as he tugs the sweatpants down your legs.
"Don't need those tonight," He smirks as he kisses you before he pushes your wet panties aside, sliding his fingers home.
"Joonie, fuck me," You whine.
"Soon, baby girl. Soon," He promises as he grabs the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss that leaves you seeing stars.
"This is better than any wet dream," he giggles and you smack his chest as he presses his thumb to your clit to make you shake in his lap. You moan, cursing him as he lifts his hips to release his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of it slapping against his abdomen.
"Where do you want it?" He asks, noticing your dilemma. You want him to meet the back of your throat, to make tears roll down your cheeks as you try to take him all the way but you also want him to split you open seven ways from Sunday.
Namjoon laughs as he removes his fingers from inside you. He lifts your hips and slowly slides you down his length. You grip his shoulders, kissing him to keep from cursing. Namjoon groans, murmuring how much he loves you in between tiny kisses, promising you a ring and anything else your heart desires and you let him.
summary: You’ve run out of time to find a date for your high school reunion. While having a drink at the bar, you meet a handsome stranger who agrees to be your fake husband for the night.
wc: 2.6k
warnings: making out, hair pulling, one-night stand, the heels stay on!, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), protected sex, petnames, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing
Date: June 15, 2024
Namjoon is silent as he leads you through the bar toward the lobby, his large palm on the small of your back to guide you. His touch sends tingles down your spine, butterflies swirling in your stomach as you think of something to say, something to keep you with him longer but alas, you can't find the words.
It's Namjoon who breaks the silence once you arrive at the lobby, the elevator doors open to allow guests off and he moves you to the side to avoid a collision.
"Are you staying in this hotel?" he asks to be sure you won't need a ride. After all, he's sure Jimin and Taehyung would find and threaten him should you come to any harm.
"Yes," you answer softly. "Jimin thought it'd be the best plan considering the open bar."
"Smart man," Namjoon chuckles.
"He's a sweetheart," you add with a smile.
Namjoon smiles in return, his hand cupping your cheek, and his thumb tracing your bottom lip. His dark eyes sparkle as he looks at you, and he hates that your night has to end. Would he see you again? Would you want to see him? Would he remember the taste of your lips or would they fade into poor recollections of tonight?
You stare back at him, breath caught in your throat, wishing he would kiss you already. You don't want to end the night without the touch of his lips on yours; without feeling the broadness of his shoulders beneath your hands, without knowing what your name sounds like escaping his lips in the throes of passion.
Namjoon chuckles at the look that crosses your face, smoothing the crease in your forehead when your brows furrow. "I had a lovely time tonight, baby. I wasn't expecting anything when I walked into the bar but then I saw you and I knew I had to speak to you."
"Talk about fate, huh?" you grin.
"Maybe it is," he wonders as he leans forward, his lips brushing against yours in a soft kiss that leaves you wanting more. Before the kiss can grow deeper, Namjoon pulls away, a smile on his lips as he takes your hand in his. "I wish tonight didn't have to end."
"Perhaps, it doesn't," you respond, biting your lip as your eyes lock with his.
Namjoon raises a brow in question, but the look you give him makes his dick twitch instead. Fuck.
"I'm staying in room 912," he states nonchalantly, leaving the ball in your court.
"Care to show it to me?"
"Gladly," Namjoon brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to it before leading you to the elevator. You're excited as he hits the button to call them, and it arrives soon enough. Namjoon moves you to the side as guests leave the elevator and then guides you inside, taking the left corner after hitting the button for his floor. You remain glued to his side, his hand in yours, and for a few floors you're both silent until he turns to you and whispers, "Fuck it."
He kisses you deeply, his hand cradling your face as you're pressed to the wall and the elevator goes up and up and up. Your leg is hiked up around his hip, a handful of your ass in his hands as your fingers card through his hair, tugging and pulling just to hear him moan and groan against your lips.
Too soon, or not soon enough, the elevator comes to a stop and the two of you break apart panting. Your lipstick is smeared on your lips, half on Joon's face as well. You both laugh when you look at each other and he takes your hand to lead you out of the elevator. You follow him with a giddy smile, body thrumming with excitement as you reach his room. He easily swipes his card to get inside.
You're in awe of the fanciness when you step into the suite. This is a major upgrade from the room you had booked on a lower floor.
"Wow! This is fancy!" you comment as you take a look around. Namjoon blushes.
"I wanted something more private when I came into town for the convention. I didn't think they'd put me in a suite but it's nice. You should see the hot tub in the bathroom. Those jets will leave you feeling like a new person," he says as he sets his wallet and room key on the coffee table.
The living room is large with black leather couches and a giant TV mounted on the wall, off to the side there's a dining area near a desk with a plush desk chair sitting in front of it. Off to the right, there are three doors, and you assume one of them must be the room Namjoon claimed as his own.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asks, and you decline as you sit on the couch before he joins you. You set your purse behind you as you scoot closer to Namjoon, who welcomes you into his arms as he kisses you once again.
It's not too long before you're climbing into his lap, legs on either side of his hips as you grind against him, your fingers working the buttons of his jacket, pushing it down his broad shoulders and helping him out of it before you're quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt, eager to see the muscle that lays beneath.
Breathless, you're rewarded with his golden skin, and he chuckles when you bite your lip to smother a moan.
"Like what you see?" he asks teasingly, his hands on your hips for a moment before his fingers toy with the zipper of your dress. You gulp, nodding.
"Do you want to keep going, baby?" he asks as he still his movements.
“Yes,” you answer as you kiss him again, your hands working his belt as he pulls the zipper of your dress down.
You moan his name softly when he helps you out of the dress, left in your heels and panties. Namjoon doesn’t ogle you like others have before. Instead, he takes your hand and leads you to his lush bed.
Namjoon is a god among men.
There was no one else that compared to him. He was broad, thick in the most wonderful sense and his dimples were so deep you could probably drown in them if you tried hard enough.
His eyes shine with mischief, almost as if he can read your mind as you admire him in all his glory.
With skill, Namjoon unbuttons his pants and pulls down the zipper in one go. His eyes never stray from yours as you lick your lips. You blink owlishly as you sit back on the bed, resting your weight on your palms on the mattress. Your breasts jut out and Namjoon curses quietly.
You were a beauty. He knew the moment he saw you, that he had to know you. You being in his bed was just the cherry on top.
Namjoon doesn’t break eye contact as he pulls his pants down his mouthwatering thighs. He picks them up and folds them on the nightstand before he approaches you.
Your lips are on his the moment he’s close enough. You moan his name as you fall onto the mattress, your hair a mess on the sheets.
“So beautiful,” Namjoon whispers as he trails kisses to your jaw, neck, and between your breasts. “So, so beautiful.”
When he takes your nipple in his mouth, teeth scraping your skin lightly, you’re done. You grab a handful of his hair, arching into him as his large hand palms your breast, fingers pinching your nipple lightly.
“Joon!” you exclaim as he continues to suck, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak. Namjoon continues his ministrations, his hard cock twitching in his boxers. He grinds his hips into the mattress, groaning from the stimulation.
“Fuck, love,” he mutters as he switches to your other tit to give it the same treatment before he kisses down your body. His hands grip your hips, cursing at the feel of them. He wants to eat you up, split you open, stuff you full of him until you’re begging for more.
Namjoon meets your gaze, “Can I?”
“Please,” you whimper as he tugs your panties down your legs, smiling when you lift your hips to help.
He throws your panties near the nightstand, neither of you caring where they land.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs as he spreads your legs further apart, surprised by how wet you are. He licks his lips, eyes hooded as he notes your heels are still on.
They’ll feel so good digging into his back.
Namjoon takes his time kissing up one leg and then the other, smirking when you arch your back and lift your hips, trying to get him to touch you where you need it most.
He’s slow with his movements, careful as he grips your thighs to tug you toward him, placing your legs over his shoulders, cursing when your heels dig into his broad back.
“Joon!” you moan when the flat of his tongue licks up your folds. He curses, diving in, fueled by your moans and sweet sounds. Your hand grips his hair tightly, fucking his face as he teases you with his tongue and plush lips.
Your thighs shake when you hit your peak, crying out his name.
Namjoon curses, licking his lips as he climbs over you to kiss you. You kiss him back, nails digging into his shoulders as you pull him close, feeling his weight over you. You’d let him smother you if he asked.
“Do you want to keep going?” Namjoon asks as he cups your hand.
“Yes, please,” you nod as he brushes his lips against yours.
Namjoon reaches for the condom on the nightstand. He easily rips it open and slides it on. You hope you’ll get the chance to have him in your mouth before the night ends.
Your hands cup his face, kissing him as he slides home. You moan into the kiss, his tongue meeting yours as he wraps your leg around his hip.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
“Joon,” you moan as he rewards you with a thrust. He starts slowly, allowing you to adjust to his thick cock. You’re already seeing stars, heat pooling deep in your belly.
“Fuck, baby,” Namjoon grunts as you meet each of his thrusts, clenching around him like you want to milk him for all he’s worth. He rubs your clit before he takes a nipple into his mouth and pleasure courses through you until you’re tugging his thick hair and cumming on his cock.
“That’s it, love. Good girl,” he praises as you whine, not wanting to let him go. He kisses you deeply, making you fall in love. Hearts in your eyes, cock still in your cunt, you know this has to be more than a one-night stand.
Namjoon is gentle with you as he gets you on your hands and knees. He admires your body, licking his lips as he grips your hip with one hand and uses the other to line his thick cock at your entrance before he fills you fully once again.
You’re willing to crawl to the ends of the world if it means getting fucked deliciously by him on the regular. You’re not even sure you asked where he lives, too fucked out to think about anything except his fat cock splitting you in two.
He grabs your hips, fucking your harder as stars fill your vision and you curse his name. Drool threatens to escape your lips as tears roll down your cheeks. You can’t remember the last time you were fucked this good.
You cum again with no warning, tightening around Namjoon and making him see the heavens as he fucks you through it, praising you through the first wave and the second.
“Shit!” Namjoon exclaims as you cream his cock. He cards a hand through his hair as he watches you fucking yourself on his dick, still hungry for more.
Namjoon doesn’t disappoint as he fucks you until you’re hoarse. Galaxies explode behind your closed eyelids, love, and lust mingling to make your heart bloom with giddiness as you cum once more.
Namjoon pulls out of you, ripping the condom off as you grab him, stroking him as your lips wrap around the head of his dick. He tangles his fingers in your hair, moaning as he cums in your mouth and you swallow every drop.
You’re both spent, lying beside each other in his bed.
You both laugh as you turn to face each other, kissing as he leads you to the hot tub in the bathroom.
You’re sure you’ve found the love of your life but you don’t want to get too ahead of yourself.
Morning comes much too soon as you dress as slowly as possible, kissing Namjoon goodbye before heading down to your room to get dressed and ready for your flight.
Jimin wants all the details and you share some over breakfast, wishing you had more time to spend with Namjoon.
The reunion had gone better than expected with Namjoon at your side, and that was all that mattered.
The ride to the airport is quick, as is boarding. Jimin and Taehyung fill you in on Seokjin’s shenanigans, including his escort out of the reunion by hotel security when Jin took the microphone again and tried to place bets on how long Vanessa’s relationship would last and if anyone would end up waking up beside Daniel.
You daydream about your night. Namjoon had fucked you on his bed, the tub, the couch, against the wall, over the desk, and even in the desk chair. It had been hard to say goodbye in the morning. The both of you kept kissing, hugging, promising to call and text before you ran out of time and had to go.
You wonder if you’ll ever see him again.
“Excuse me, Miss?” you look up when you feel a tap on your shoulder. It’s the flight attendant. “You’ve been upgraded to first class. If you’ll follow me.”
Confused, you do as you’re told.
Surely Jimin hadn’t done this? You know it’s something he’d do, but why? What was he up to?
When you arrive at your seat, your neighboring passenger is already in the window seat, looking at the workers getting the bags into the plane and getting ready to direct the pilot.
You look around, trying to spot Jimin.
You find him across and back a row.
“Jimin!” you hiss. Why hadn’t he sat you beside him?
Jimin waves, blowing you a kiss. “Thank me later, babe.”
“What?” you hiss in response as a passenger walks by and you settle in your seat. You take an earbud out of its case and place it in your ear as you open your podcast playlist.
“Oh, this isn’t my seat,” The man beside you says as he gets up after you make room for him. You sit back down once he’s gone and go back to your podcast.
What was Jimin even going on about?
“Excuse me,” A deep voice sounds beside you.
“Is this seat available?” you look up, eyes wide as Namjoon smiles down at you. You gape at him, surprised to see him after you had said your goodbyes this morning and shared a few longing kisses.
“Go ahead,” you say as you rise to let him pass by you and into the seat. He makes sure it’s his before he settles in.
“Funny seeing you here,” he says with a laugh.
“Funnier than you’d think,” You state as you send a knowing look to your best friend, who raises his glass of champagne to the both of you.
“Still believe in fate?” Namjoon asks as he takes your hand in his.
“Yes,” you answer honestly. “But if not, I think Jimin’s got us covered.”
warnings: making out, erections, implied smut?, reader is shorter than joon
date: February 18, 2024
"What are you going to do about it?" you ask.
Namjoon knows he shouldn't laugh. He promised he wouldn't, swore on the "best friend" bible, which was an old journal you used to pass back and forth in high school.
"Are you flirting or starting a fight?" Namjoon asks seriously worried for you.
"Namjoon!" you stomp your foot. "That's supposed to be sexy."
Namjoon tries his best to muffle his laughter, but he can't. He grips his stomach as he laughs, ignoring the ache.
"Oooh, I hate you," you huff, as you playfully smack his arm. "You're supposed to be helping!"
"Babe, nothing can help that. Fuck you mean, 'What are you going to do about it?' Are you the Karate Kid or some shit?"
"Namjoon!" you shout.
"Look, you asked me for an honest opinion," Namjoon reminds you. "And you shouldn't have because that was atrocious. How do you even get dick like that? I'd run the opposite way."
"Namjoon!"
"Your shit is sour, baby." Namjoon shrugs.
"Then what do you recommend, oh-wise-one?"
"Actual flirting for starters?" Joon shakes his head as he rolls up the sleeves of his black turtle neck.
"Flirt with me then," you huff.
Namjoon chuckles. "You wouldn't be able to handle it."
"Try me," you goad.
Namjoon rolls his eyes. Why were you so stubborn? Shouldn't you have grown out of it by now?
Namjoon steps closer to you, smiling with his dimples on display. He notes the way you swallow thickly.
He doesn't need to say anything as he looks down at you. His smile disarms you, head empty as you look into his dark eyes, forgetting everything you've ever known about him.
"I-I" you're not sure what you're trying to say. You're imagining things you haven't thought of in years...
What if you took him to bed? What if you made him yours? Marked him as so?
Namjoon's powerful gaze sinks into your very bones. You blink owlishly, your tongue like lead as you try to speak but he's too ethereal for you to respond.
Two of his fingers grip your chin, making you look up at him.
"You wouldn't be able to handle me flirting with you," he states seriously. He licks his lips as he maintains eye contact and you feel your heartbeat between your legs. You refuse to look away from him, afraid to give in but also willing to.
Namjoon can read you like his favorite book. Perks of being your best friend for a decade.
You lock your gaze on him, ignoring the thundering in your chest as he leans forward. His eyes flit to your lips then your eyes. The ball's in your court.
You kiss him, throwing caution to the wind.
Namjoon responds immediately, pushing you against the wall. He doesn't even think of your failed attempt at flirting. All that matters is your lips moving in sync with his, your leg hooked on his hips as his erection presses against you.
"Joon," you moan.
"Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock, baby." Namjoon grins as you melt beneath him.
summary: Local hero, RM, calls out your name, not your alias.
wc: 1k
warnings: crimes (mostly theft), fighting, violence, reader has fireballs that shoot from her hands, mention of death
date: September 12, 2024
Three years you’d been fighting the irksome RM, in his black hero costume that showed off his amazing pecs.
Three long years of fighting over your crimes, your desire for more, your desire to win.
Time after time RM had come to stop you. It seemed he’d find you at the drop of a dime, always there even before the cops were called or the alarms blared in annoyance to ruin your scheme.
You paid it no mind. Your eyes were set on sparkling jewels, loaded bank vaults, and the jets of the rich and famous. Stacks and stacks of cash fill one of your homes by the sea, a secret destination only you knew about.
RM arrives at the rooftop as the blades from your acquired helicopter make it hard to hear anything except the blaring of the alarms from the bank store ten floors below. You’re so close to your escape, your sidekick sitting in the helicopter waiting for you before he takes off. Time is ticking, he won’t wait forever.
You toss the money bags toward him, ignoring RM’s shouts for you to cease.
“That doesn’t belong to you!” He shouts and you barely make out the words over the helicopter blades.
“Everything can belong to me if I take it, sweetheart,” you grin as you prepare to step into the helicopter to your escape.
RM throws his rope with the grappling hook at the end and catches your villain suit, tugging you toward him.
What a fool.
You knew better than to turn your back on an enemy.
What a rookie mistake.
Your body soars through the air but you spin and catch yourself on your fingertips, much like a cat landing on its feet. You’re agile, able to slink unnoticed most of the time but RM is always at the right place at the wrong time.
Something about him has always struck a chord inside you. That’s possibly why you did your best not to harm him too roughly. He had a strong physique but his heart seemed tender, especially when it came to you. He always softened his punches when it came to a fistfight.
“You always have to ruin my plans, RM! This is the last time you do,” you announce as you rip the hook and toss it over the edge of the building. Your heels click as they cross the distance between you, your eyes locked on his.
RM huffs, his arm blocking the punch you try to land. You curse, immediately going for another punch before the two of you fight and land blows against his concrete chest.
“Is that the best you’ve got?” RM goads as he dodges a punch and then a kick to the shin. You growl, ducking and diving to avoid his hits.
You flip back twice and then forward once. You need to distract him long enough to get into the air.
RM approached you but you flipped forward as he took steps backward to avoid your kicks and the fireballs aimed at him.
He teeters on the edge of the building, losing his balance and falling off the roof.
You watch in horror, frozen in your spot. You never meant to kill him.
Your name fills the air in a terrified shout. Not your villain alias, your real name. Your heart thunders in your ears as your name is called out once more.
You approach the edge of the building. RM grips the edge, his body dangling as he looks up at you with a pleading look. His grip loosens, he looks down, his fingers slipping off the edge as he meets your gaze one last time.
His hand lets go.
You catch him by the hand before he can plummet.
“You know my name,” You state as you pull him over the edge and onto the roof. The helicopter blades grow louder as your sidekick takes off leaving you behind, but you don’t give a damn as you stare at those deep brown eyes that make your heart flip.
“I’ve always known your name,” Namjoon responds as he removes his mask. “How could I not?”
Your childhood friend stands before you, his dark hair falling over his eyes. Those familiar dragon eyes that make your heart skip a beat.
“You knew,” you whisper as you fall to your knees. Your hands tremble as you place them on your lap. Your crimes had almost led to your best friend's death.
Namjoon watches you intently, approaching you. He throws his mask as far away as possible. You can’t face him. You won’t.
You rise to your feet, running away from him.
Namjoon calls out your name, but you don’t stop running. You jump from one building to the next with him hot on your tail.
“Please,” he grips your arms when he finally catches you. “Don’t run from me.”
“You could have died!” you screech, tears rolling down your cheeks. “You almost died! I almost lost you, Joon!”
“But you didn’t! Okay?! You didn’t. I’m right here,” Namjoon holds you tighter, pulling you into his broad chest as you sob. Your arms wrap around him as he rubs your back. “I’m right here.”
“I’m sorry,” you cry. “I’m so, sorry.”
“Shh,” Namjoon hushes you as he holds you.
“How long did you know?” you ask in between hiccups as you wipe your eyes.
“Since you first ran out of the house with your mask in your hand. You stole that black diamond from the museum downtown.” Namjoon shakes his head.
“Why didn’t you stop me?”
“Because I love you,” Namjoon answers honestly. “I’ve always loved you.”
You’re left speechless.
Namjoon doesn’t expect an answer from you as he takes a step back.
“You can’t have your life of crime and me. It’s one or the other,” Namjoon states firmly as he heads to the edge of the building.
“Namjoon!” you shout, chasing after him.
Namjoon smiles, “Just call out my name when you’ve decided.”
“Don’t go!” You yell, new tears pooling in your eyes.
He doesn’t stop, instead he throws himself over the building. You scream his name as you race to the edge, your heart dropping to your feet before you see Namjoon land on his feet and take off down the road.
“Namjoon,” you whisper. “I choose you. I’ll always choose you.”
ღ genre: established relationship, light smut [18+]
ღ summary: Sometimes your emotions overwhelmed you, sometimes they made you cry, but your friends were there to comfort you all the time. Crybaby, a sweet nickname bestowed upon you by said friends, but when Kim Namjoon says it, it's more of a tease.
Namjoon couldn't get the thought out of his head, not after you had been so responsive on your wedding night just a few days ago. You had cried so much that night, begging and sobbing for him to fuck you full of his cum, to breed you, while tears rolled down your cheeks like they always did when you were overwhelmed by the love you held for him.
His fingers laced with yours, hands pinned to the mattress as he fucked you, mapped out his home in the column of your throat and imagined every filthy desire that escaped your lips. You begged him to get you pregnant, to breed you like he so desperately wanted to but didn't realize until the words slipped from your kiss-swollen lips in the heat of the moment, hands breaking free and nails raking down his back as you arched into him, kissing him deeply.
Now all Namjoon could think about was you round with his child, a deep ache in his chest as he looked over at you from across the room, you had no idea how you were affecting him as you laughed along with your shared friends, but he was desperate with a carnal desire to bed you again and again until you were round with his child.
Yoongi is the one who approaches Namjoon.
“Everything okay?” Yoongi asks as he raises his cup to his lips.
“Y-yeah,” Namjoon clears his throat as his cheeks flush. He’s unsure if he wants to bring this up right now; especially when your friends are gathered just a few feet away in an intense game of charades.
“You sure?” Yoongi prods. Usually, he’d be in the mix of everyone, but Jungkook had already pushed him toward Joon with a knowing look, though part of him thinks it was because of his shit talent at charades.
“No,” Namjoon sighs in resignation. He knew his younger brother wouldn’t allow Yoongi to leave Namjoon’s side until he got an answer but some things were just too personal to share. Namjoon wasn’t sure if he should even discuss this with Yoongi until he discussed it with you.
After all, Namjoon had been living in your home for months now. You had insisted on living together before the wedding and Namjoon had agreed. You had more than enough space for him, a home office, and perhaps now a nursery? Namjoon wasn’t sure how he wanted to proceed. Had you meant what you had said? Were you ready to grow your family? Or was it just something to say in between the sheets? Not knowing would eat at him.
“I won’t tell Jungkook if you don’t want me to,” Yoongi shrugs. “He’s nosy as all hell, but even he knows not to get into your business with you two. You’re married now.”
“I know,” Joon says. “It’s just, Baby said something on our wedding night and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.”
Yoongi nods, waiting for Namjoon to continue.
“She said…” Namjoon trails off, embarrassed. “She wanted a baby.”
Yoongi grins. “Congrats!”
Namjoon laughs. “We haven’t done anything. I don’t know if it was just talk.”
“Just talk?” Yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion.
Namjoon covers his face with his hands. “You know, talk?”
It takes Yoongi a few more moments for Yoongi to realize what Namjoon is insinuating. “Oh! Oh!”
Chuckling, he shakes his head. “Damn, who knew our Crybaby had a way with words. Good for her.”
Namjoon smacks Yoongi’s shoulder. “That’s my wife!”
Yoongi laughs harder, shaking his head. “So what’s the problem? Just talk to her about it. Chances are she meant what she said. Do you want kids?”
Namjoon nods. “I’ve always wanted to be a father. More so once I met Baby. I’m excited to try but I don’t know if she meant it and we’ve been too busy to even sit down and discuss it.”
Yoongi nods, placing his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder.
“It’ll all work out, man.”
A few nights go by before Namjoon is pulling you into his broad arms, kissing your cheek.
“I’ve missed you,” he states as he trails kisses down your jaw toward your neck.
You giggle. “I’ve been right here.”
“I know,” Namjoon explains. “I just want you all to myself.”
“Ah, my husband,” you giggle as he kisses your neck, his hand going to your hip.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing you call me that,” Namjoon admits as he takes your hand to lead you to the bedroom. You smile when you get on the bed and he joins you, kissing your lips.
You’re lost in his touch, his lips, his dulcet moans as you strip each other. He pauses when you reach for his boxers, taking your hand in his to lace your fingers together.
“There’s something I’ve wanted to talk to you about,” he says as he brings your hand to his lips. “Something you said on our wedding night.”
Immediately, you know what he’s talking about and your cheeks grow hot. You nod, licking your lips as you feel tears sting the corner of your eyes.
“Do you want to start a family already?” Namjoon asks as he locks eyes with you. He knows you probably won’t be able to hold eye contact for long but he needs a genuine response.
“I do,” you admit. “I’m not sure how long you wanted to wait but nothing would make me happier, Namjoon.”
“I’m ready when you are,” Namjoon chuckles, leaning forward to kiss your lips.
“Really?” you ask as happy tears roll down your cheeks.
“Really,” Namjoon assures you as he kisses your tears away. He kisses your hand one more time before stealing a kiss from your lips, his broad body over yours as you two get lost in the moment. Moans soon fill the bedroom, and Namjoon takes care of you again and again.
Four Years Later
“Jungkook!” you call as you step into the home he shares with his husband, Yoongi. “Come get your nephews!”
Namjoon laughs as he comes in carrying both boys in his arms. The Twin Terrors, you called them when they were hyped up on sugar and no naps.
Jungkook appears from the kitchen, his smile radiant as he spots his nephews.
“My babies!” he cries as he opens his arms wide. The boys cling to him, giggling when Jungkook lifts them both.
Yoongi shuffles in after, a mug of coffee in his hand.
“Jimin and Tae?” he asks with a yawn.
“Yup,” you nod, shaking your head as Jimin and Taehyung walk into the home with a table and chairs for the backyard.
“Seokjin is in the back with Hobi manning the grill,” Yoongi states before leading Jimin and Tae to the backyard.
“In our defense,” Tae starts but shuts up when he notices the glare you shoot his way. “Never mind.”
Jungkook cackles as he carries your sons to the backyard. Namjoon shuts the front door before heading to the kitchen to grab you a bottle of water. You thank him when he hands the bottle to you and the both of you head to the backyard.
You take a seat at the table with all the snacks, waiting for lunch to be prepared. Jungkook, Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung chase your children around the yard. Jungkook had Yoongi build them a playground set for when they stay over to visit.
“Mommy!” your oldest comes running toward you. “What’s beer pong?”
You shoot a look at Jimin that could freeze Hell and all its inhabitants.
“It’s a game for adults,” Namjoon swoops in, taking his son from you.
“Oh,” your son laughs. “Jimin said you can’t play because you’re having a sister.”
You sigh heavily. “You’re getting a sister. Jimin needs to mind his business.”
Jimin waves from his spot. “Sorry!”
Taehyung cackles as he lifts your youngest onto his shoulders. You shake your head as Jungkook goes after them toward the slides. Your oldest screeches as he wiggles out of Namjoon’s hold to join them.
Hoseok scoops him up and runs with him, both laughing as they go. Jungkook demands to be pushed in the swing while your oldest claims the highest point as his kingdom.
Namjoon drapes his arm over your shoulder as you take in the scene unfolding before you. Seokjin and Yoongi talk animatedly about something by the grill, your other friends play with your children, and you know the baby on the way will have just as much love as your sons. Your heart swells with happiness. So much love to go around. You’ve always been loved and accepted by the seven men present, and that love has overflowed and been passed onto your children as well. You couldn’t have asked for a better group of people to call your friends; your family.
Namjoon isn’t the least bit surprised to see you crying, with a smile on your face.
“My Crybaby,” he chuckles as he kisses your forehead. “Always my Crybaby.”
warnings: sexual thoughts, mention of drunk reader in the past, nudity, shared shower, implied smut, reader is shorter than Joon, honestly me just thirsting after him
You did your best to focus on your reps in Namjoon's home gym.
It had been your idea to work out when you arrived at his place. He agreed, showing you how to do your reps correctly. His chest pressed to your back as he fixed your form.
"Just like that, babe," he praised as he watched you. You were almost a foot shorter than him. He towered over you. He was so big and thick, it made your mind whirl with sinful thoughts you'd never speak aloud.
When Namjoon had stepped away to do his own thing, you found yourself looking at him, admiring his golden skin as it shone with a sheen of sweat. If that wasn't bad enough, every grunt went straight to your core. You were turning into putty as you eyed him, wishing you could lick the droplet of sweat that ran down his neck to his chest.
Fuck, you were down bad.
You had to focus on your sets, ignoring your desire for your best friend, not noting how he eyed you just as greedily.
Namjoon watched your ass when you squat. He had to set his weights down to keep from hurting himself. Every time you went down, his cock throbbed in his grey sweats.
He knew he should just tell you how he feels. You'd been friends for years, and something had bloomed between you. He knew it because every time you got tipsy, you hung all over him, holding his hand, snuggling into him, and admitting your crush on him.
Namjoon always hoped you'd say something sober so he could. But fear of losing you always hung over his head so he kept his mouth shut.
He loved everything about you, your smile, the shine in your eyes, the curve of your body that fit perfectly against his. That smart mouth that he wanted to kiss, that big brain of yours that rivaled his. Fuck, Namjoon needs to say something soon.
"I think that's enough for today," you groan as you set the weights back on the rack.
"Hm?" Joon hums, coming back to reality. Had he been staring this whole time?
"Let's call it a day?" you say with a quirked brow. "Hit the showers."
"Oh, yeah! You did good!" Namjoon recovers as he grabs his towel to dab his face and you nearly cream yourself as you admire his big biceps. God, you were gone. You'd let him put you in a headlock if it meant being near those big juicy arms that you wanted to sink your teeth into.
Namjoon tosses the towel into the hamper and leads you out of the gym toward the bathroom in his bedroom.
"You can go first," he states as he opens a drawer with your clothes because, of course, you had clothing at his place.
"Can I wear one of your shirts?" you ask as you undo your hair from its bun.
"Of course," Namjoon grins brightly as he opens his drawer and picks a shirt for you.
"Gonna pick my panties too?" you joke, and Namjoon's face flushes red.
"Shut up!" he laughs. "One of these days you're gonna fuck around and find out, baby."
"Oh?" you raise a brow as you smile at him. "That so?"
Namjoon nods as he crosses the distance between you. "Yes."
You're surprised when you're pressed against the wall with Namjoon looking down at you.
"Want to find out?" he breathes as he leans in closer and your body tingles as you nod.
Namjoon grips your chin with his fingers, his dark eyes are hooded. "Answer me, baby."
"Yes," you answer as confidently as possible before he kisses you. You don't have time to be self-conscious when he grabs your waist to pull you to him.
Namjoon kisses you like he's had a craving for you. You kiss him back just as eagerly as the two of you undress on your way to the shower.
Everything happens so quickly, that it takes a second to realize you're soaking wet under the showerhead.
"I've wanted this for so long," Namjoon admits as he takes you in. You're beautiful, and he tells you so, as you grip his arms.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this Joon," you admit as you press your face into his broad chest.
"Me too, baby. I should have said something when you did," he smirks and you playfully smack his chest.
"Hey!"
"What? It was adorable! Drunk you is always talking about my big arms crushing you," He laughs before kissing your lips.
"Leave my fantasies out of this," you grumble as he kisses you again, deeper as he presses you to the shower wall.
"How about I take you to bed and you tell me more about your fantasies? Then tomorrow we can go on a date," he suggests.
"Why not tonight?" you ask, puzzled.
"Because when I'm done with you tonight, you won't be able to walk, baby," Namjoon states as he turns the shower off to lead you back into his bedroom.
genre: brother's best friend au, one-bed trope, tiny fluff, 18+
summary: Your older brother, Seokjin, is nothing but a schemer when he goes out of town and forgets to mention he's also asked Namjoon to house-sit. Oops!
wc: 1.4k
warnings: none?
date: April 8, 2023
This was wrong! So wrong! But it felt so right. Years of pent-up sexual tension, years of crushing on your brother's best friend, all for this moment.
You’re not entirely sure if Seokjin meant to get you and Namjoon to house-sit while he went off on vacation with his boyfriend, but when you showed up with your bags to find Namjoon lounging in gray sweatpants on the couch, you were very surprised.
You had driven over three hours to be here, and you’d be damned if you drove all the way back. Namjoon had also driven here from the same city you lived in, and he’d be damned if he didn’t collect on his payment.
The first night had been slightly awkward, avoiding each other as much as possible, both calling Seokjin to chew him out, but all your brother had to say was ‘oops.’
“Take the bed,” Namjoon insisted as he grabbed a blanket out of the linen closet.
“No, you were here first. You take it,” you stated, stomping your foot. Namjoon rolled his eyes. “I don’t want it.”
“I don’t want it,” you said, making him sigh heavily.
“And why not?”
“Because you were here first!” you shouted, huffing as you crossed your arms.
“Oh my lord, you’re just as stubborn as Jin!”
“I resent that!” you scoff.
“Just take the bed, Y/N.”
“No. Let’s share it,” you suggest, and Namjoon raises a brow.
“Share the bed? Are you mad?” Namjoon scoffs.
“Okay,” you shrug. “I was just trying to be nice ‘cause your big body won’t fit on the couch. Enjoy being folded up like a lawn chair.”
Namjoon looks over at the couch, cursing when he realizes that you’re right.
Clearing his throat, he says, “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to share the bed.”
“That’s what I thought,” you grin as you head to the bedroom to get ready for bed. Namjoon waits until you’re back in the living room, his gaze trying to focus on anything except the supple skin of your thighs in your tiny sleep shorts.
Were you trying to torture him? Wasn’t it bad enough that he’d always had a crush on you, but now you were essentially forced to share a bed?
“Are you just gonna stare or get in bed?” you ask as you grab a glass of water from the kitchen. Namjoon hesitates for a moment, but the couch is digging into his back and he’d rather not end up at the chiropractor snapped like a glow stick.
Upon entering the bedroom, Namjoon pauses at the end of the bed. You pretend the heat of his stare doesn’t bother you.
“What?” you finally ask, raising a brow in question.
“That’s usually my side of the bed.” he clears his throat, feeling heat rise to his cheeks and on the tip of his ears.
You sigh, scooting to the other side. “Anything else, your highness?”
Namjoon ignores the sarcasm in your tone.
“Well, now that you’ve asked…” Namjoon rubs the nape of his neck. “Would you care if I slept without a shirt? I get stuffy at night.”
You freeze, biting your lower lip. Your body thrums with nerves and excitement, clearing your throat. “Do as you please, Joon. It’s not my house.”
Namjoon shrugs, knowing that’s the best he’s gonna get from you. He grabs his shirt from the back of his neck, obstructing his view and missing the way your jaw drops, nearly unhinged when you take in his smooth honeyed skin.
When Namjoon’s face comes back into view, you’re looking down at your phone, scrolling as if having him shirtless was a normal occurrence.
Without another word, Namjoon gets into bed, pulling the covers over him while he scrolls through his social media on his phone. You’re not sure who moves closer first, or who shares their screen, but soon you’re both laughing at videos and yawning until you’re fast asleep at his side.
Waking up in the middle of the night is unusual for you. For a moment, you panic, not recognizing the room as your own before remembering its Jin’s. Just as the realization hits, your eyes widen when you feel the weight of an arm around your waist. You’re shocked to the core, debating whether to roll over or just try to go back to sleep. However, the arm comes with heat, so much heat that you grow clammy almost immediately.
Carefully, you tug the covers off you until they bunch at your waist and you finally feel like you can breathe.
Behind you, Namjoon grunts, his arm sliding off your body as he rolls onto his back. You inhale and exhale, slowly rolling to face him.
You smile when you note he’s still sound asleep. He looks so cute with his hair ruffled on the pillow, his broad chest rising and falling with each of his breaths.
“How long are you gonna stare at me?” Namjoon asks.
You blink, jumping in your spot.
His chuckle makes your face heat. How long had he been awake?
“Long enough,” Namjoon answers with a shrug. He smirks when he sees the startled look that crosses your face. “Cat got your tongue?”
“I was just…” you have nothing to say. No lies come out of your mouth and all you can do is suffer in your embarrassment as you clear your throat.
“Well, goodnight!”
Namjoon laughs, shaking his head as he scoots closer to you. He gently places his hand on your face, making you look at him. “Don’t shy away from me now, love.”
You nod, unable to form a response. Namjoon remains silent as his thumb circles your skin, going to trace your bottom lip.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
“What?”
“You’ve always been so beautiful. Inside and out,” he goes on as he traces your lip again. “It’s been so hard to hide my feelings for you for so long.”
“Namjoon,” you start, unsure of where this is going.
However, Namjoon continues. “I’m sure Seokjin set this up, and I can’t say I’m mad.”
“Seokjin knows?” you ask incredulously.
“I mean, I don’t keep secrets from him. I’m sure he noticed years ago.”
“That nosy, meddling, little snot! I bet he set us up! He was asking me about you the other day and like a dumbass, I told him you were hot!” you exclaim, annoyance bubbling in your chest.
“You think I’m hot?” Namjoon smiles smugly and you scream into his palm. He laughs harder, his shoulders shaking as he hushes you.
“Don’t let it go to your big ole head, Joonie! You know you’re hot! You own a mirror!” you scoff and he rolls his eyes playfully.
“Just admit you like me,” he grins.
You huff, rolling onto your back to stare at the ceiling. Namjoon sits up on his elbow, “Come on, love. Just say it. Admit it, you like me.”
“I liked you more when you were snoring away,” you grumble.
“And now I’m wide awake. Come on, I told you I like you,” Namjoon pouts. You sigh heavily before muttering something under your breath.
Namjoon cups his ear with his large hand. “I’m sorry. What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”
“You’re so annoying!” you groan. “I said I like you! There! I said it! Now, go to sleep!” you demand.
“You expect me to sleep after that?” Namjoon rolls his eyes as his hand rests on your hip, making you roll over to face him. “I’ve been waiting for ages to hear you say it. There’s no way I’m going back to sleep now.”
“Well, I am,” you lie as you close your eyes. Namjoon giggles as he cups your face, lowering his lips until they brush against yours. You’re surprised but immediately kiss him back, your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him close.
Namjoon kisses you gently, allowing you to lead, and parting his lips when your tongue presses against them in your urge to taste him. Your name escapes him in a breathy moan, sending tingles down your spine before you break apart.
A bashful smile illuminates your face as Namjoon presses his forehead to yours. “That was better than I ever imagined.”
“Oh yeah? How about we do it again?” you grin as you press your lips to his, moaning when he bites on your bottom lip. Namjoon groans, kissing you deeply like he’s always wanted to. He hopes this isn’t a dream as you pull him closer, melting beneath his broad body, hands roaming over his back.
“Kiss me more,” you plead when he trails kisses to your neck. He nips at the column of your throat before making his way back to your mouth, kissing you again and again until you’ve had your fill.
