Summary: Namjoon gets some bad leg pain and you are here to help him.
Genre: fluff, angst and suggestive.
Warnings: fic contains some swearing and is highly suggestive. please note all my writings are fictional and has nothing irl to do with any idol/person.
Taglist: Open
A/N: This one is inspired by joons recent deleted insta story. The day he deleted that story i had already seen it and the idea for this fic was already in my mind lol! I hope y'all enjoy this!💙
I'm just an amateur, I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Please give your precious feedbacks, It would mean alot to me!!
It's 11.30pm and you are laying down on your bed scrolling instagram and waiting for namjoon to enter into your shared bedroom. Since you had a quarrel earlier the day and now not wanting to let your anger go away just like that, you keep waiting for him and decide you don't want to go check on what is taking him so long to come in. So you keep scrolling and in no time it's 12.30am already, you kept scrolling until you accidentally opened Namjoon's instagram story that he instantly deletes, that's when you throw both your phone and your anger away and immediately rush towards living room. As soon as you see him, you immediately kneel down near the couch where he was applying some crepe bandage to get some relief from the pain.
"Joonie what the fck! you should've called me for help! Omggg is it hurting too much? What did you even do this time! Last time you dropped weight on your foot! What did you do this time? When will you learn to take care of yourself joon? Now tell me what happened? Are you okay?" You shoot him dozens of questions as you panicked and almost on verge of crying watching the man covering both of his legs into a shop full of bandages. What did he even do to apply so many of them and how much painful it must be! Is all you could think about.
"Relax y/n" he said looking at your state and lifting your chin towards him, as soon as he saw you, he knew you would cry anytime now so he immediately panicked, "jagi shushhhhhh! love look at me! don't cry please! Don't worry it's nothing! Baby come here!" He opened his arms but you were frozen on your place, thinking how did he ended up getting hurt. so he held you gently and swiftly pulled you towards him and made you sit on his lap.
"Joonieeeee what are you doing? this way you'll get more hurt" you said as you tried to get up, but obviously he was more strong then you, so he pulled you back towards him, and now leaving no space between you two. His one hand holding your waist and another one wiping your tears away. "shushhhhhhh sweetheart don't cry! Listen to me I'm really okay my love! It's just that i overworked in gym and then i cycled my way to home.. so my legs are now paining that's it, I'm not hurt anywhere i promise. Now please don't cry!"
You hit him slightly on his chest "are you crazy joon! Why would you over work and then cycle your way to home, you know i can always come to pick you up! Now look what did you do to yourself! This is all my fault! I shouldn't have been so stubborn to not talk to you and should've called you myself! I'm telling you I'm such a dumbass bi.." before you could complete cursing yourself, joon pulled you in for a kiss to shut you, the kiss was soft and sweet in the beginning but soon it got desperate,deep and passionate! Showing how you both loved eachother, and how both of you mattered to each other and how even little distance could make you go absolute insane. Both of you not letting go, until both you ended up running of breathe.
You were sure that both of you could hear each other's heart beating fast then usual. Namjoon always knew how to calm you whenever you panicked or so, he was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. Infact people would kill you to be in your place. So why did you both had a quarrel? Because he was frustrated over alot of things and things were getting hard on him and you couldn't see him like that, you could never see him losing his charm, losing himself in all the stress that came along with his team getting on a temporary break, with the loneliness he felt without his members. It would be a lie to call them members because they were his family! His brothers! And he loved them all so much, so did they all love him back. BTS wasn't like any regular group, they lived with eachother for the longest time! So much that Min Yoongi aka Suga aka Agustd won't stop Bragging about how they lived together for 13years now. And it always warmed your heart to see their bond.
But seeing joon all dull, looking unhappy and upset was not helping you to shut up, not like you felt out of love or you only loved his cheerful..happy side but you couldn't see the man you loved the most getting deeply affected by all the negativity and him getting hard on himself due to all work stress he was having. So this morning you tried to talk to him, but instead he just ended up misunderstanding you saying how you too were judging him just like everyone else and that you were not understanding how things were hard and it was getting hard for him to share how he felt! You knew that wasn't him but his stress speaking all that, so you tried to make him understand how that wasn't it and you were concerned about him and his health, and how he has lost his smile, that's when things went ugly he thought you too only loved his cheerful side so he just went on saying stuffs he shouldn't have and things went downhill untill you both decided to just leave the discussion in between and both left for work.
Tears once again filling your eyes as you remembered whatever happened in morning and you were clearly upset about how misunderstanding just created because of you and maybe you should have waited for him to share his problems. Joon immediately hugged you, trying to calm you down. "Baby listen to me i swear I'm fine my love" he said while he kept rubbing your back. "No jooniee it's not just that, even though it was unintentionally but still i hurt you in morning! I'm sorry i should've just give you the space you wanted! Maybe I'm so clingy with you! I'm.." "No y/n that's not true! And no i don't feel you are clingy, and even if you think you are then i love you being clingy to me!" He said while still rubbing your back to calm you down. "Only if i hadn't brought that topic up we wouldn't have ended up having fight joon! You even skipped your breakfast because of it and wait did you eat anything yet! Don't tell me you haven't eat anything since morning!" You asked him getting worried. He cupped your face, "y/n tell me only one thing before anything else! Did you eat anything?" You just remained silent. And nodded a no looking down. Because you weren't someone who would not eat food or would not feel hungry if you were having a bad day, but joon surely had an effect on you! You could never eat thinking what if he hadn't eat anything yet, and about dinner you always preferred to eat it with him, or having his presence next to you. Your dinner was always about chattering about how both of your day had went or watching something on tv. So how could you eat dinner without him, so you just cooked food and left it on dinning table for him to eat and went inside your room.
"Then tell me how would i eat? Now look at me ! You didn't do anything wrong y/n it was my fault, only if i would had shared with you how i felt or if i was having any trouble sharing things then none of this would take place. You've been nothing but a supportive, caring, loving and understanding partner to me y/n, when i realized my mistake i was so guilty that I couldn't text you or anything and not having a word from you made me anxious and i felt terrible for treating you badly this morning and that is why i ended up overworking and then cycling back to let my frustration out! I'm sorry y/n! The fact that only thinking of losing you from my life makes me insane, I really really love you y/n, you complete me as who i am!"
Listening to his honest confession made you emotional and you immediately hugged him and he hugged you back, "i too love you so so so muchhh joon! Not talking to you, staying away from you makes me insane! And when i saw your insta story i got worried, i could never see you in pain, because watching you hurt, it pains me joon! Because your pain is my pain ". Hearing you say so namjoon immediately tightens his grip around you, trying to stay as close to you as possible, as if you would fly away somewhere, but that was his way of letting you know how you were so much important to him and that you were precious to him.
Both of you stayed embracing each other for few more minutes untill you pulled yourself out of hug and got up suddenly making namjoon worried, and he too followed you, "baby what's.." "shushhhhhhh joonie! Sit down please!" you push him down on couch and kneel down beside him on the floor, "darling don't get me wrong but i didn't knew you were needy?" You could see blush crepted all over Namjoon's face and his dimple smile spread over his face.
"ehhhh!! what?" You glitch for a few seconds until you understand what he meant, "OMGG NAMJOON NO AISHH! you pervert!" You slightly hit him on his knees. "WHATT?? isn't that why you were kneeling?" "No you pervert! Omggg namjoon what do you think is going over here! Lmaooo help i can't with you" you say, watching Namjoon's confused face you throw yourself on floor laughing like a maniac.
"O joonieeee my love! i had kneel down to apply some relief balm on your legs and give them a quick massage, so you would get some relief from your muscle pain, and so that i can properly apply the bandages where it pained you. And not anything else you pervert! I need to tell army how we have always guessed right about you being way too over the top about your imagination, mr expensive guy". "Aaaahhhhhhhhh! wtf y/n! shut up omggg you are no less! Stop listening to that song now!" Namjoon said while trying to process everything. While you could only laugh and enjoy.
"Try me if you could" you said while controlling your laugh and giving him a playful wink. "Yahhhh aishhhhh you pervert minded girl! I won't leave you today! Wait I'll show you how i can stop you" namjoon said getting up from the couch. Getting the hint you get up to run away as joon ran behind you to chase you, before you knew anything, you hear joon scream and you immediately rush towards him concerned, "omggg joon I'm so sorr..." and without letting you finish your sentence nor wasting any moment he lifts you up in his arms, "omggg fuk your sexy brain!" You cursed as you realize how you just fell into joon's trap. "Oh you're absolutely welcomed to do so my love". namjoon replied while having a silly smile and smirk on his face. While you hide your face in his chest, thinking how silly you are to fall into his trap. And feeling all shy thinking about what he just said.
He carries you to the kitchen and makes you sit on the kitchen counter,
"I thought someone was having leg pain" you said.
"I thought someone was just challenging me to try them"
He replied with a smirk on his face, while holding you close and leaning towards you. You close your eyes thinking he's going to kiss you but instead he takes the pan from the shelve next to you, that's how you again ended up making fool of yourself and gaining a laugh from him, "what were you thinking..you pervert minded girl! I always knew you and armys are always cooking all the wrong stuff in your heads, I'm just an innocent man" he said while making a small pout.
At this point you were actually amused by how this man just just pulled a whole uno reverse card on you. Not like you're a dumb headed or anything, it's just how this man has his effect on you! You could never win over him or could never resist him and how even could anyone resist KIM NAMJOON! so everytime you tried to win, his charm would do some kind of spell over you!
Suddenly reality hitting you hard as you saw joon with pan in his hands,
"OMG NO AISHH! YOU AIN'T COOKING KIM NAMJOON! STAY AWAY FROM MY KITCHEN!" You screamed.
"C'mon that's not big of deal y/nieee" he said while cutely pinching your cheeks and give you a sweet kiss on both side of your cheek.
"YOU!" you tried arguing with namjoon, trying to fight with your blushed faced. "What baby" namjoon said innocently.
"Joonie just side away okay! I'll just heat up the food, you go and sit and get some rest love, you anyways would be having work tomorrow!" You said as you took over the pan from joon's hand and started heating the food you had prepared earlier for dinner but none of you had ate.
"Umhuhhh! I'm not going anywhere!" He said as he hugged you from behind. "Infact I'm not going anywhere tomorrow too", he said as he leaned in whispering with his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "I'm not leaving you alone never ever and especially not on weekends" he said while placing small kisses all over your half visible face, down to your neck.
👩: "Joon"
🐨: "Hmnn"
👩: "Food is ready to eat"
🐨: "But I'm already eating my food"
👩: "Joon"
🐨: "Yeee"
👩: "What about me? What shall i eat?"
He turns you around pulling you into a kiss. "Mine everything is yours baby" joon said replying you.
"So i see that you are already full hmnn! Well i guess then I'll put all the food back into the fridge" you say teasingly.
"Aniyaa! aishh! No baby you've worked so hard on preparing meals! C'mon let's eat first hehe" he said as he helped you carry the food to the table.
You laughed at how adorable this man could be! It won't be entirely wrong to say he's just a small baby trapped in a big body! But the duality he carries is insane, you smile at how lucky you were to be able to have find him and be with him. No matter how longday any of you had at work, no matter if you had fights or arguments, you both always would end up next to eachother, laughing, smiling, loving and appreciating eachother more than before. Because you knew, it was impossible for both of you, to see any of you in pain, because the day both of you fell in love you knew that, 'your pain was his pain and similarly his pain was yours'.
So guys here was my first proper fic for joon, the first one being a text post! So did you guys liked it? I hope you all did! I had been inactive for a while due to my eye infection and trust me y'all i have so many ideas to write fics, so I'll be uploading them soon!💕
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Tags: shower sex, blowjob (male receiving), fingering, male masturbation, high school, stalker au, yandere au, husband au, college au
Chapter One | Chapter Two
Chapter Two
You woke up to the sound of the shower turning on and the bed sheets still warm from where Namjoon had been laying on only minutes before. You stretch out your limbs in all directions, you take a look around at the room as a smile suddenly appears on your face as memories of last night start to appear very vividly in your mind. It had been too long since you had a morning with your husband, way too long.
You stand up, letting some of the sheets that were once protected you from the cold air as you start walking towards the bathroom as the music starts to play and Namjoon’s voice echoes through the door as he joins in — slightly off-rhythm.
He might not be the most gifted in the singing department, but he always sang from the heart and that’s what you loved the most about his little karaoke sessions.
You slowly sneak your way into the bathroom, giggling to yourself as you’re met with Namjoon’s ass staring back at you through the glass door as he washed out the shampoo in his hair. “I’m on my way!” Namjoon screams loudly along with the song. The giggle that you had been trying to suppress comes out the moment you see him begin to dance.
Namjoon quickly turns around, a giant smile on his face as he finds you doubling over in laughter. The thin blue satin sheet around you and that beautiful smile on your face. “What?” Namjoon asks, his hands moving his hair back. “You don’t like my singing?” He jokingly says, pulling open the glass door and pulling you closer to him. “I thought I was doing a hell of a job!”
“Wait, no. Stop!” You laugh out loud as he wraps his arms around your waist, feeling the hot water surround you in mere seconds as you pulled underneath the running shower. “Now that’s way better!” Namjoon mumbles as he walks closer to you, pinning you against the black marble wall. The bedroom sheet now soaking on the shower floor as the two of you look at each other as if you were still in the honeymoon phase.
“You’re going to be late” you mumble, feeling your cheeks get red as his hands caress the sides of your naked body.
“I don’t mind, I don’t care.” Namjoon smirks, his hands gripping onto your waist as he pulls you closer. You could feel his penis begin to get hard against your lower stomach. “Who know you would be happy to see me so early in the morning” you giggle, leaving a peck on his lips.
His plump lips suddenly envelops yours and you feel that this is the most attention he had given you in months. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him back before the kiss as one of his hands slid between your thighs and a finger is filling you up.
“Oh Shit!” You can’t help the breathy word from escaping your lips. Last night was one of the best nights you’ve had in a long time and now, the same fire that your husband had in his eyes last night has ignited. You still felt overly sensitive from when he had plowed, so the feeling of his fingers filling you up once again made your pleasure burst all over your body.
You hear him chuckle against your ear as he begins to scissor his fingers. You try to get a hold of yourself, your nails digging into his shoulder as you try to hold yourself up — when he begins to curl his fingers and your thighs close tightly against your hand, trapping him there.
“When was the last time we had sex in the shower, huh?” He whispers, biting at your left ear. “I’m sure the last time was when we moved in and decidedly christen the entire house that very night.” Namjoon points out, moving his hands out of you before wrapping them around your waist. “I think it’s time for a renewal, don’t you?” He grunts, the hot water moving down your back making you relax against the shower wall.
You haven’t seen this man in a while. The sexy, funny and caring guy you had fallen in love with in the first place. Namjoon was always a bit too busy as of late to sit down for dinner, to take you out on dates, to even getting home after you had fallen asleep only to find that he had already left for work.
His eyebrows furrow as he sees you looking off into the distance, “What are you thinking about?” Namjoon asks, a caring tone now replacing the sultry one he had. He runs his thumb across your cheek, wiping the drops of water from your face. “What could be more important than right now?”
You look back up into his eyes, a fond smile appearing on your face as you move closer to him. “Nothing…” Your arms wrapping around his neck as he looks down at you, his own arms moving around your waist as both of your naked bodies are pressed against one another.
You can feel his hard member pressing against the inside of your thigh as your hand reaches up to caress his left cheek.
“I’ve really missed this” You whisper against his lips, softly pecking his own before you pull him into a soft kiss — his lips molding against yours. It’s been way way to long since you had a moment like this with your husband. Namjoon pulls away from your lips reluctantly , instead choosing to place his forehead against yours as the two of you sway from side to side under the warm water.
“You don’t have any classes to teach today?” Namjoon asks, finally pulling away from you as he continues to wash himself. Your hand grips onto the loofah in his hand, brushing it against his chest as his eyes never leave your face. Namjoon couldn’t help but stare at the way the hair that was sticking out from your messy bun, now wet and sticking to your neck.
Your hands keep moving down his body, moving his hips as his own large ones, grab onto yours. Namjoon pulls you closer to his body, the soap easily transferring to your body before he’s pushing you under the cascading warm water.
“When did you get even more beautiful?” Namjoon asks, brushing his nose against yours. His hands slid down to your ass, cupping your cheeks in his large hands as he places small soft kisses to your collarbone. You felt him push against you, his member now rubbing against your lower lips as he has you moaning against his wet shoulder.
You could feel him sucking at your skin, no doubt leaving a trail of marks behind — claiming your skin. Namjoon has always been the quiet type during sex, rather focusing on making you cum than on talking. His eyes always did most of the talking. The hooded, dark look he gave you moments before he hooks one of his arms around your thigh and plunged into you was enough to let you know he wanted to ruin you.
You moan out loud, nails scratching at his back as he doesn’t stop his hard thrusts — instead they become faster and harder, making the leg keeping you up wobble with the assault. You feel him take a hold of your other thigh, pushing you against the wall as he holds you up — the new position allowing him to thrust deeper and faster into you.
Namjoon lets out a long groan as he stays nestled inside of you. His lips meet yours in a frenzy, “I wish we could stay like this for a little while longer” he whispers against them.
He pulls away, adjusting his grip on you before he begins plowing into you. The feeling of it being too much for you to take before your stomach is tightening and you’re feeling yourself come undone around him.
Namjoon doesn’t stop, continuing his unrelenting thrusts into you — panting into your ear. He missed the feeling of being inside of you, of hearing you whimper his name as you moan louder than the sound of the shower still falling on top of the two of you. “I love you” Namjoon grunts out as he gives out one final thrust, burying himself inside you - filling you up with his cum, holding you close as both of your heart beats return back to normal.
//
The sounds of the two of you wake Taehyung up before his alarm had any time to make any noise at all. He stays laying in bed, hearing you scream out for more. He lets out a loud side as he moves to lay on his back, his hand going down to brush against his growing erection.
To make matters worse, the screaming and moaning only got louder — if he didn’t know any better he would’ve thought you were a porn star giving it her all for some video somebody forget to pause on the computer.
He smacks his lips together, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before getting up from the bed. The prominent boner inside his sweatpants standing to attention as he makes his way towards the bathroom. The dream he had been having and the very sexy noises coming from down the hall, not helping the situation one single bit. But that didn’t stop him from imagining very vividly what he saw last night. Taehyung stood in front of the mirror, scratching at his bare chest - his hair sticking up in all random directions as he closes his eyes. The image of you laying on your back, with a look of ecstasy coming back to haunt him as soon as he does. It doesn’t really bother him though, as the thought of him being the cause of that face and those noises made his penis twitch with nothing but anticipation.
He does the only thing he could think of doing in that moment, he shoves a hand down his sweatpants.
He grabs his hard and warm at his member as he lets out a loud sigh at the contact of his cold hand on him. He can’t help as his mind goes back to last night, his hand moving slowly up and down as he tries to imaging you whimpering out his name, his hips thrusting slowly into his hand as he begins to move his hand faster at the thought of having your soft, kissable lips around him - moaning around his member as your sucking him off But for Taehyung, slow has always meant boring. So it wouldn’t take long before he was gripping your hair harsly and face fucking you into certain oblivion - hearing you gagging around him as spit would start to drip down your chin and onto your naked breasts.
Taehyung lets out a muffled moan as he leans abruptly with one hand on the counter, the hand around his member going quicker as he feels his balls tighten at what his imagination can conjure up. It was one last moan he heard as you climaxed in the other room that had pushed him to the edge. Taehyung found himself exploding his load all over the sink counter, his heaving breathing now the only sound filling the room.
He brings his hand up to eye level, looking at the strings of cum on his hand, wishing you were there you lick it all up. Taehyung doesn’t hear the two of you any longer as he moves to kick off the sweatpants still hanging around his ankles.
He didn’t want to be there, he didn’t want to repeat a grade just because he had wanted to have some fun in his last year — he wanted to get a job and get his shit together. It still didn’t mean it was okay for his mother to just call up a random relative and dump her only son on them so she could go and travel around the world with her new boyfriend. He didn’t speak much to her after that, just grunts and glares were being thrown in her direction.
He slowly makes his way towards the kitchen, dressed in his old school uniform — not having had the chance to buy the new one. The house looking much brighter as the windows let in all of the morning’s natural light. He guesses that it wouldn’t be too bad, at least his uncle was rich and he wasn’t going to be living in a hole in the wall. He still wasn’t going to be acting nice about it.
Taehyung’s eyes meet your figure first, the apron you wore showing the curves that were hidden by the oversized hoodie you were wearing. The sound of you softly singing to yourself brought a small smile to his face, only to have him wipe it off before you had a chance to see him. There was something about you that brought him some sense of security — he felt somewhat comfortable around you and he wanted to explore why he felt that way around you.
You could feel a pair of eyes burning into your back, instinctively making you look behind you to spot the tall and moody nineteen-year old. “Hey! Good Morning!” You greet him, a giant and welcoming smile on your face as you dry off your hands as you turn to face him — you were hoping he was a little bit more agreeable with eating than he was last night.
“Do you want some breakfast?” You ask Taehyung, watching the younger man linger about the kitchen entrance. He was dressed in his black and grey school uniform and the same dark blue bag he had with him yesterday handing on his shoulder. “I can make you some banana and chocolate chip pancakes, if you don’t mind waiting a few minutes” you continue, waving the spatula in your hand around.
“Sure” Taehyung says giving in as he feels his stomach rumbling in hunger before he takes a seat at the table, his eyes looking at you curiously as you begin making food for him. You smile happily as you finally feel like he was beginning to feel more comfortable around you, the smell of your homemade cooking making him feel warm inside. His mother never really having the time to sit down and make him food of any kind — it was an appreciated gesture.
“Hey, man!” A cheery voice startles him with a hit on the back of his shoulder, making him jump in his chair. “Good to see you! Look a lot taller now than the last time I saw you!” Namjoon smirks at him, moving to stand behind you. Taehyung watches with a glare as the taller man’s hands wrap around your waist, placing a kiss on your already beautiful red cheeks.
Namjoon makes his way to the other side of the counter, pouring himself a cup of fresh coffee before sitting right next to Taehyung. He looks at the younger boy with curiosity, seeing so much resemblance from his younger sister in such a small glance, even if it was in the way he acted or the way his eyes sent him little glares every now and then. Yup, the boy in front of him was definitely a mirrored image of his little sister.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t be here yesterday to welcome you and see Hyuna again after so long” Namjoon speaks up, stopping to smile a thanks up at you as you place a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of him. “I was caught up at work again.”
Taehyung looks at the man next to him, nodding a thanks to you as you also place a plate in front of him— you had even gone out of your way to make the chocolate chips in the shape of a smiley face with whipped cream as hair. He didn’t see Namjoon get any of that.
He hadn’t seen Namjoon since he was a little boy, he doesn’t even remember the man at all and if he was being honest, he couldn’t bother to get to know the man at all. He didn’t care enough to do it.
“Eat up” you smile at Taehyung, your hand brushing against the back of his left shoulder, unknowingly sending a shock down the younger boy’s spine, as you gesture to the plate you place in front of his as you took your own seat at the table beside Namjoon. Taehyung glanced shyly at you sitting in front of him, obliging with your subtle command as he begins eating. Sending you small glances in secret as he thought of the spark he felt when your hand touched his skin. He decided then and there that he really wouldn’t mind getting to know you better.
He knew you hadn’t been prepared to have him stay at your home, you were as surprised as he was that morning and yet, you had been nothing less of welcoming and even he dare say, motherly towards him. He liked that about you. He wanted to know more about you.
“Do you need a ride to school?” Namjoon interrupts his thoughts as he finishes shoving the last bite of his pancakes into his mouth, he gives him one look having forgotten the man was even sitting there in the first place. He silently responds by shaking his head no, shoving more food into his mouth as he notices you giving him another one of your warm glances as you take yours and Namjoon’s plate towards the kitchen sink.
“You should take him up on that offer, actually.” You cut in, “You still don’t know the way to school and it’s better to not be late on your first day” you suggest, looking at the two men in front of you looking at you with raised eyebrows. “Plus, it will be a chance for the two of you to get to know each other better” You shrug, walking back to the table as you place a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder as you lean against him. The two of you missing the way Taehyung’s eyes harden the moment there is even the slightest bit of contact between the two of you. “Come on, guys! It’ll be fun!” You try to sound a little bit more encouraging as you look between the two of them with a goofy smile on your face. “You haven’t seen each other in so long and the ride is only for twenty minutes, give or take.”
Taehyung and Namjoon look at each other for a second before silently nodding in agreement - knowing that it will make you happy, neither of them had the heart to refuse your request.
After they both finish their breakfast in silence, Namjoon makes quick to give you a peck on the lips before moving to pick up his briefcase. Taehyung watching the two of you interact as he throws his bag over his shoulder, he hesitates to leave without saying goodbye to you but he does anyway as he follows his uncle out of the kitchen.
You follow them out, watching from the garage door as they both got into Namjoon’s car without speaking a word to each other and sighing to yourself. “What the hell am I doing?” You mumble to yourself as you move back into the kitchen to do the dishes.
//
The two men sat in complete and utter silence, the sound of the engine running the only thing that could be heard as Namjoon drove down the road. He bites at his bottom lip as he taps his hands lightly on the steering wheel, the silence becoming a bit too uncomfortable for his taste.
Namjoon looks over at his nephew, watching the younger gazed out the window in utter boredom. “So, Taehy-“
“I heard you guys fucking this morning.” Taehyung’s voice cuts through the silence in the car. “Very loudly, too” he frowns as he remembers your sweet moans echoing through the hallways of the large house, the feeling making his member twitch in his plaid school plan. “Would’ve been nice if my own alarm clock woke me up instead.” He bites at his bottom lip as he moves to look straight at the window instead.
Namjoon’s cheeks turned bright red, eyes widening in embarrassment as he clears his throat. “Sorry you had to hear that, it’s not very often that I’m home, and...and why am I explaining myself to you…” He clears his throat, feeling slightly embarrassed to being heard in his most intimate moment. It’s not his fault if he was already used to having you and the house all to himself. “I’ll make sure you never have to hear about that ever again, we will make sure to keep it down next time.”
“Oh I don’t mind” Taehyung shrugs as a smirk appears on his lips, his eyes choosing to look out the window as Namjoon eyes widen in shock at the thought of what he meant by that. Not that the younger was going to tell him. “Hyuna already had ‘the talk’ with me a few years back. I know how people procreate.”
“I’m sure she did. I’m happy to know that’s one less thing I have to do” Namjoon mumbles to himself as the sits up straighter, hands clutching the steering wheel as he wishes for the cars in front of him to hurry up and move.
“Yeah, I know all about sex and every little thing it takes to make a woman feel good. It’s usually my hands they go crazy for.” Taehyung smirks once more as he raises his right hand in between the two of them, wiggling his fingers. Almost bursting into laughter as his uncle refuses to even look at him in the eye.
In Taehyung’s mind, this was one point for himself and zero for Namjoon on the scoreboard.
The silence once again enveloped the two of them as they get nearer to the school. Namjoon feeling more uncomfortable than he had ever felt in his life. “Uh…” The oldest of the two isn’t even able to get a word out before the school had come into view and his nephew was out the door before the car even came to a full stop. Not giving him a glance as he started walking towards the school gates.
“Great, I get stuck with the fucking weirdo. Thanks little sis” Namjoon mumbled under his breath, shaking his head as he drives off. He doesn’t even know why he agreed in taking him in in the first place, but when his sister called out of nowhere and said she needed some help all he could do was react in the most appropriate way.
His eyes glance towards the gate once more before he was pulling away. “Well, I definitely regret that decision.” He says to himself, brushing off his nephews odd behavior, he knew the kid would act up with the new house and move his mother had sprung onto him out of nowhere. So yeah, this kind of behavior was expected. He just hopes the kid doesn’t pull that kind of stunt with you. You wouldn’t take it as kindly as he just did.
//
“You must be Kim Taehyung!” Some random kid stops him before he enters through the school’s front doors. “I’m Lilah, I’m your class president and your guide for the day!” Her overly happy tone making him furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. He could feel a small headache forming as the girl took a hold of his forearm and began dragging him towards what he’s guessing is his new classroom.
“You’re going to like it here! We have plenty of clubs you could join as well as one of the best athletic departments in the city!” Lilah continues on and on about the academics of the school and introducing everybody they pass as Taehyung only drowns her voice out. “You look like you play some basketball” She giggles.
They stop in front of a classroom full of students, “This is our classroom, we have a history class first so just pick any sit and wait for the teacher to arrive” Lilah smiles brightly before pushing him into the classroom. He stands by the door as he takes as look around the half-full classroom. His hand gripping his bag tightly as he ignores the looks the other students were giving him, knowing that the whispering was more than likely directed at him.
Taehyung looks around the room, eyes trained on one of the empty chairs in the back - avoiding the chorus of hello’s being thrown in his direction. He took his seat, laying his head on the desk, wishing the ground would finally swallow him up and end his suffering. He was not ready to go through his last year once again. It was moments like these were he really regretted fucking things up. He could’ve been done with all of this bullshit already.
“You’re the new kid, right?” A voice interrupts his almost thirty seconds of sleep, making him look up with weary and squinty eyes at the male in front of him. “I’m Jungkook, your new desk mate” He smiles shyly, getting his books out of his own bag. Puts them on top of his desk with a thud, startling Taehyung as he moves to open them. “What’s your name? Jungkook’s doe eyes stare at the man beside him, smiling softly at the little glare the latter was sending his way. “I see you’re the strong, silent type.” He chuckles looking back down at his books, “I’m guessing we are going to be the best of friends.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, sitting back on his chair as the teacher finally arrives. The class quieting down in seconds, giving the taller boy a chance to finally take a look at the rest of his classmates. His eyes catch those of the girl from earlier, already having forgotten her name, giving him a shy smile as she gets caught. Jungkook’s doe eyes stare at the man beside him, smiling softly at the little glare the latter was sending his way. “I see, you’re the strong silent type, I think this may be the start of a very beautiful and awkward friendship!” Jungkook smiles as looks at the other annoyed face, Taehyung looking out the window wishing he was anywhere but here. Even being back home, with his own lifelong friends.
//
After the boys had left you had decided to finish cleaning up the rest of the dishes and moving back into your bedroom to finish grading the papers you had left. You were glad to have taken fridays off from the classes that you taught. You were thankful for past you for being lazy enough to make you take on only three classes.
It was now well past noon and you stood in front of your latest painting — frowning at the way it turned out. It was supposed to be an old dream you had a couple of days ago, it kept playing in the back of your mind non-stop and you needed to get it out the only way that you could — through your paintings. You hate that you put feelings into your work, it makes it so much harder to like the finishing results. You throw the brush down in the bucket of water you keep at your side, brushing your hands on your filthy apron as you make your way out of your art room.
It doesn’t take you long until you’re standing back in your bedroom, pulling your hair up in a ponytail as you look around the dirty clothes messing up your room. Memories from last night, filling your mind causing you to smile like a little school girl. You take it upon yourself to tidy things up, starting with your side of things as you pick up what’s left of your pajamas and Namjoon’s clothing as you shove them into the hamper in the bathroom. You check most of the pockets, finding loose change and old receipts to restaurants. It’s gotten to the point where you really need tell him to empty his pockets before throwing them in the hamper.
Your hand moves into the pocket of the pants he wore last night, gripping onto a small plastic card you assume to be a credit card. Your eyebrows furrow as you finally pull it out, the golden fancy letters on the solid blue background spelling out on the room key— Nicholson Hotel.
Your tilt your head in confusion as you flip it over in your hand, throwing the clothing back into the hamper as you pick up his white dress shirt. Knowing that the hotel was kinda close to your house.
“Why would he even have this? It’s only 20 minutes from his desk to his own bed…” you mumble to yourself, not giving it a second thought as you place it on the counter in front of you. It took you too long to realize the smudge at the back of the back of the blue collar was red lipstick.
You feel your body heat up as you try to figure out what the hell was happening even when the very obvious thing was staring at you right in the face. You feel a strange twinge in your chest as your eyes begin to water. You blink rapidly as you throw Namjoon’s shirt into the hamper, wringing your hands as you look around at the room in confusion.
You let out a shaky breath as you move away in confusion. Thoughts flooding through your mind as you wipe away the tears. You finish putting the rest of the clothes in the hamper, hurrying to throw the hotel room key into one of your drawers in the bedroom. To keep it safe.
You can’t be jumping to conclusions just yet. No, you’ve got to keep your head — you don’t have all the pieces to this puzzle, yet.
You move into the living room, feeling the empty house becoming too much for you as the silence starts to creep into your thoughts - the darkness becoming a little too much for you as your hand begins to scratch at your right forearm. Your gaze staring into nothingness as you feel your consciousness drifting off into wonderland.
You should’ve picked up more classes in the week — feeling bored and lonely being cooped up in your home for most of the time. It wasn’t fair that you had nothing to do at your age but sit at home and wait for your husband like some1950’s wife.
You had never felt so lonely until now.
//
Taehyung lets out a deep breath as he steps back into the quiet house. The sky had turned completely dark as the young man decided it was time to go back to the place with the free wi-fi and the good looking housewife, he had spent most of his time exploring around the city around the school and spending the allowance his mother left him in the first video game arcade he saw. But as the sound coming from his stomach got louder and the money in his pocket got low, he had no choice but to go back to his new prison.
He could very well stay out the entire night with his old camera, taking pictures of anything and everything he could get his hands on making the two of you worried sick wondering where he was. But he didn’t think either of you care enough about him yet. He takes off his shoes, pushing them towards the side as he takes off his earphones, the loud music still blaring into the dark and empty room. Where they not even here? - Taehyung thinks to himself, scoffing as he heads into the kitchen and drops his bag on the counter with a loud thud. He goes straight to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and finishing most of it in one gulp.
Taehyung walks around the counter moving to turn on the living room light — thinking that the room would also be empty but he jumps in sudden surprise as he sees you sitting on the couch; staring into nothingness. You don’t notice him as he sits beside you, waving a hand in front of your face. “Why are sitting alone in the dark?” Taehyung’s deep voice startled you out of your trance as he moves to stand in front of you.
You glance up at him, sending what you to be a warm smile in his direction. “Oh, nothing… I was just thinking…” you trail off as you take in a deep breath, standing up with a hop as you move towards him. “You must be hungry, would you like something for dinner? I can cook for you”
“No, I’m fine.” Taehyung’s dead tone fills the room as he makes his way out of the room, leaving you nodding to yourself. You bite at your bottom lip as you follow him into the kitchen. “Seriously, it’s no bother.” You reassure him, “I know you didn’t really have a lot to eat last night, you must be a little bit hungry. I insist.”
You continue, moving about the kitchen as you take out various ingredients.
Taehyung tilts his head, not taking his eyes off of you. Something’s wrong — Taehyung thinks to himself as he leans forward on the counter. He bites his bottom lip as he watches you struggle around with the different pots and pans. No, something was definitely up with you.
You start roughly washing the vegetables, washing away the little bits of dirt that were still on them. You feel the tears surfacing up once again and you feel yourself drowning with all the thoughts flooding your mind. Was Namjoon cheating on you? With who? And why would he? Was he not happy being with you anymore? Wh-
Strong, large hands take the cleaning brush from your hands. A warm body brushing up against your side as he moves you a little to the side, “I’ll help you” Taehyung’s deep voice breaks you out of your thoughts.
You don’t say anything as you watch him pull up the sleeves. “Thank you” you mumbled lowly. You welcome the distraction, finding yourself on autopilot as you continue on making dinner for the two of you.
Taehyung steals small glances every now and then, throwing jokes around just so he could see that smile on your face. He puffs out his chest as he feels proud of being the cause of your happiness — even if only temporary.
It was then and there that he vowed to make whatever made you hurt go away. Whatever he had to do.
Pairing/genre: Namjoon!idolau X Reader 18+(one shot)
Warnings: smut, pwp, fingering, orgasm denial, dom!namjoon, spitting, cursing, daddy!kink, rimming, penetration, unprotected sex, hair pulling, sub!reader, rutting, pussy slapping, cream pie..gosh I think that all of them?
Synopisis: Running late again, you bump into a handsome man who unbeknownst to you is an idol.
A/N: here it is no plot here whatsoever, but plenty of smut to go ‘round. Please love it. Namjoon is too adorable... the struggle was real. Enjoy this smut filled pwp!!
You’re already late! You know you should not have stayed up late last night watching television, but who could blame you when there was a marathon of romance movies all night. You’re running down the sidewalk because if you were late to your business class one more time the professor was going to kick you out. Just as you were turning the corner, you drop your folders and all of your papers scatter all across the front of a coffee shop. Rushing to pick them up before they fly away you don’t notice when someone rushes out of the shop.
In his haste, he fails to notice your small figure crouched over by the entrance and nearly falls on top of you. Catching himself he realizes what you were doing. His eyes are darting back and forth from you to the cafe. He’s apologizing profusely and tries to help you pick up your papers when suddenly a large group of females come running out of the coffee shop doors. Getting up to bolt, he knocks over more of your papers and instead of apologizing again, he just reacts by grabbing your hand and pulling you into a full speed run.
“Hey! Let me go!” What the hell was this stranger doing? Before you get a chance to fight for your life, you suddenly realize why he was running. There are about seven girls chasing after him and they appear to be foaming at the mouth. Why the hell was he being chased by these girls, and how did you suddenly get involved? You try to tug away from him so as to not get involved in this mess, but it was already too late. The girls have apparently noticed you too and they do not look happy. At this moment you are realizing what short puny legs you have because you are incapable of keeping up with his longer ones. He makes a sharp turn at a corner and moves in and out of a parking lot. He ends up finding a vehicle, you assume is his, because he opens it and throws you in the backseat.
He climbs to the front seat, turns on the car and starts driving. This whole time he hasn’t said a word to you and you’re beginning to think that perhaps he was going to kidnap you and kill you. Maybe that’s why those girls were chasing him-because he was a predator. “Hey! Why were those girls chasing you? Why am I here? HELLO?!”
Namjoon is too focused to hear your words as he’s trying to exit the parking lot without being spotted. Once he feels the coast is clear he drives off and starts laughing. Now you’re really starting to wonder if he wasn’t a serial killer. He was surely going to take you to some abandoned house or trap you in his basement to murder you. He’s full on laughing now and the sounds he’s making become contagious. You soon find yourself bubbling up a giggle yet you’re so confused. You notice his eyes look in the rear view mirror at yours and he finally says, “I’m soooo sorry for getting you involved in this. This has to be the craziest thing that has ever happened to me.”
At this point you’re kind of annoyed because you still have no idea why he was being chased nor how you became involved. “Why were those girls chasing you?” He chuckles at this and he apologizes profusely. “Listen, I’m sorry I dragged you into this, but I was being chased by my fans. If they had grabbed you they might’ve started beating on you thinking that you were with me and I didn’t want you to get hurt. I kind of just reacted in the moment.”
“What do you mean fans? Are you famous or something?” At your words his eyes light up and he smiles. His handsome features become more evident and you began to wonder what kind of famous he was. “Yes actually. I’m part of the band called BTS.”
“Well, why the hell were you out in public alone if you know girls are going to come at you like that?” At this point your patience has gone out the window.
“I usually go to the shop every morning at the same time. No one has spotted me for years. I guess my luck ran out.” He seems pensive. Who the hell was BTS? Had you been living under a rock all this time?
“I’ll say-by the way you’re making me late for a class and if I don’t get there on time I’ll be kicked out.”
“Oh —I’m so sorry please allow me to take you there, it’s the least I can do.” You thought about this for a minute and realize you had to wait for the bus and that would cause you to be really be late. You were already in a vehicle and it was going in the direction of your university —so you just went with it. The entire ride is silent with casual conversation. You didn’t mean to make it awkward, but you really didn’t know this man. Namjoon drops you off and before you get out of the car, he says, “Hey, please allow me to make it up to you. Maybe I can take you out for some coffee or something?” The joke is not lost on you.
“Here’s my number. Call me..oh and also please, keep it private”. You grab the card from his hand and nod your head at him. “Thanks for bringing me to class. Next time be careful going out, alright?” He blushes lightly and when he smiles at you, you’re taken back at how adorable his dimples are.
A few weeks go by and you’ve been absolutely caught up in school and work. On occasion you run into that card sitting on your dresser and wonder if you should call Namjoon. You decide not to be a complete jerk by ignoring him. He had taken you to school safely. Besides, this would be a way to see if he really was in a band like he said he was. Sitting in your living room rolled up in your blanket, you decide to send him a text instead. It would be less formal, but still express your interest.
[Y/N]: Hey this is y/n. I just wanted to send you this text to say thanks again for taking me to school and don’t worry about owing me anything. I just didn’t want to ignore you. We can call it even.
As soon as you press the send button you see the three little dots start to work and know that he’s replying. You wait a few seconds for his message but it doesn’t come through. What was he writing you an essay? After about a minute his reply comes in.
[NJ]: oh.
Oh? Was that really all he was going to send you? That was all that he could reply to you when you had just gone above and beyond from the comfort of your couch to reply to this man and all you got was an “oh”? Did he know how much effort it took for you to think of the words to say and to move your fingers? You would normally not do this for another male.
[Y/N]: Oh? Is that all you have to say? What is that? I just wanted to make sure we’re good here.
Namjoon smiled at receiving your message. His plan had worked. He knew that you would be a challenge and that you may even be a little bratty.
[NJ]: I’m so sorry once again for inconveniencing you with my carelessness. Please allow me to make it up to you again. Allow me to take you out to dinner. I’ve already scheduled the reservation. I’ll be there at eight.
Namjoon was not going to take no for an answer. He wanted to apologize to you, but you were making it hard for him and he wasn’t going to back down until he truly got the chance to apologize.
[Y/N]: Pick me up at eight? You don’t even know where I live.
[NJ]: Actually I do. I had my people look into it. I know it seems crazy of me to look up your information but if you hadn’t texted me, I would’ve sent you some flowers anyways. You didn’t give me any contact information.
[Y/N]: Well, what if I didn’t want to give you my contact info?
[NJ]: I guess it’s too late for that.
[Y/N]: I guess it is.
[NJ]: I’ll see you soon and please wear the gift I sent.
As soon as you stop texting you realize that this man was for real. What kind of gift was he going to send you, exactly? The next moment your buzzer rings and it’s your doorman. “Yes, Larry?”
“Miss, there is someone here with a package.”
“Okay, send them up.”
When you open the door you find a small, but cute woman standing there with a large box. “Hello, I’m Namjoon’s assistant. He wanted me to personally deliver this. Please open it and let me know if it is to your liking.” The assistant simply smiles and bows handing you the box. “Thank you.” That was all you could say. This man was truly shocking you left and right. You didn’t mean to be so excited but what kind of girl doesn’t get excited at receiving a huge beautiful box with a large red bow? You take the box to the table and slowly unravel the ribbon. Opening the box you are amazed to see a beautiful black silk dress. It was an evening gown with a beautiful bust line. One side had a thin strap while the other had none. It ran down to your ankles and had a sheer feel to it. Forgetting the assistant you are lost in the beauty of the dress and your first thought was that you were going to have to go bra-less with it because the back was completely open.
A light cough brings you back and you turn quickly at the sound. “I’m so sorry, I- ...I absolutely love this dress. It’s amazing.”
“Thank you, have a wonderful night.” With that she bows and immediately scurries out of the apartment before you could say anything else. “I guess I’ll have to go after all…” you speak to yourself.
Since you couldn’t say no now, you realize you had no choice but to get ready. It didn’t help that he was going to pick you up in an hour, and you had yet to get your butt into the shower and shave. You got ready in record time and turn back towards the mirror to give yourself a once over.
“Damn I look fine. I clean up pretty well.” You’re walking out into you living room when you hear your doorbell ring. Opening up you find Namjoon standing there with white lilies looking like a whole damn meal. What kind of influence did this man have that he was able to persuade your door man to let him up. “Hello.”
“Hello.” Was that the best you could do? Why did he have you behaving like a bumbling mess?
You walk over to your closet to grab your stilettos and when you place them on your feet you realize that you are now at level with his mouth. Walking over to him to grab your things you don’t miss the way is eyes have been on you the entire time. “You look gorgeous.” You actually blush at his words. “You’re not half bad yourself.”
“The dress looks even better than I imagined. I got your measurements correct.”
“That you did. What an observant little boy you are.” His jaw ticks at your comment and you’re glad to have gotten a rise out of him. Perhaps your little run in with him was a good thing after all.
Your dinner is more than amazing. You talk about everything under the sun and Namjoon is more than charming. You also come to find out that he’s a little genius. The restaurant he took you to was definitely expensive and you find yourself feeling guilty for letting him pamper you so when it was a complete accident that he ran into you. In fact, you’re kinda glad he did. “Hey, listen, I’ve had an amazing time, but I think you’ve more than made up for everything. You really didn’t need to buy me this dress or even dinner. I forgive you, okay?”
Your words make Namjoon chuckle. He too was glad to have met you. The truth was he wasn’t only trying to apologize, but to impress you. The fact that you didn’t know he was famous was amazing to him. He found he could be himself with you and that you didn’t stay just because of his status.
“It’s okay really, Y/N. I’ve had a great time. So you really have never heard of BTS before?”
“No! I’m sorry. I guess I’ve been living under a rock” You laugh and it’s charming in Namjoon’s ears.
“Well, what kind of music do you listen to?”
“Um, any kind really..I’m just so busy with work and school that I don’t know the current trends.”
Again Namjoon smiles at how cute you were. The best part was that you didn’t even know. How could he have gotten so lucky?
“Well, would you like to visit my studio? I could show you what kind of music we make.”
You bite your lip and lower your eyes to the table. You know what this could lead to, but it’s not like you would mind it happening. Looking up you can see his desperate eyes on you so you acquiesce. “Okay, sure. Let’s go.”
His studio is something you have never quite seen before. The entrance way is littered with collectible dolls. Once he opens the door you notice all the wooden furniture inside. This man had good taste. “This room is amazing. I would love to make music in here if I were a musician.”
“Ha, well that is the goal. I want to feel relaxed when I write. I love nature, so I try to bring a little of that in here.”
You walk over to his desk and notice a picture of him with other men. “Are these the members of your band?”
“Yes, actually this is my favorite picture of us.”
His sweetness was just making this all the more difficult on you. You don’t even know if this was more than a date or just an apology. You didn’t want to read more into things. “Listen to this. I’ve been working on this piece…” Namjoon plays the track on his computer and you start to move your body to the sound. You don’t even realize when you close your eyes, and didn’t think he would see you since he was facing the computer monitor, but he did see you. You’re moving your body sensually and that was all he could take. Namjoon slowly stands so as to not scare you and comes to a pause right in front of you. You feel a presence suddenly and go to open your eyes when you see him looking at you intensely. “Did you like that?”
His tone is teasing and flirty. Here you were corned in this room with him with nowhere to go. You suddenly feel your heart rate rising. Breathless you reply, “..yes..I did.”
“Did you now? I liked seeing you dance.” He starts to move in closer and you start to move back. Before you know it you bump into a piano causing the keys to make a sound. With nowhere to go Namjoon stops flush in front of you.
“You- You liked the- the way I dance?”, you stammer.
“Mmhmm.” In this light he’s looking so damn sexy and his full lips are tempting the hell out of you.
He decides to make the move. Bringing his hands up he wraps them around your waist and looks at you with soft eyes. “Is this okay?”
You feel too nervous to reply and just nod your head yes. He moves in closer, pulling you up to him in the process. He dips his head low and hovers near your lips. You can feel his breath and just want him to devour you already. “Is this okay, too?” Again you nod your head, but Namjoon wants words. “Uh uh, baby. Say what you want.” You can feel all the blood rushing to your head and feel like an idiot for being so shy. Breathing out you try to form words, but your mouth remains open with no sound. Namjoon then licks your bottom lip slowly and brings it into his mouth for a gentle bite.
“Come on, baby. Tell me what you want.” He grinds up against you and this feeling suddenly brings your voice back causing you to whine into the room. “Fuck, baby. You sound so good. Do you want this?” Again he rubs against you and this time all you can do is mewl out, “yesss...please…”
“What a good girl.” He slides his hand down over your ass and pulls you closer to grind against you relieving some of the pressure that had been building up between your thighs.
Your head is thrown back at the sensations he is providing and all the while he is staring at your straining neck choosing whether or not to mark it up on the first date. Looking back at him and into his eyes you can’t contain your need for him, yet you battle within yourself. His stare is so intense it sends chills throughout your body and a bit of liquid to gush out of you. “Namjoon..-”, you stutter-”I don’t usually do this sort of stuff, I mean we just met..and…”
“Shh, I know, baby. That is precisely why I like you. Although we had a chance encounter I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Do you want me to stop?”
NO! Would be your answer, but you don’t want to seem desperate. What was it about him that has completely enveloped you. The man certainly knew how to seduce what with his money and moves. Because you don’t answer right away Namjoon starts to doubt himself and you can see him start to pull away turning his head to the side. “Y/N, I’m sorry if this doesn’t make you feel comfor-”
Having had enough of his teasing you take the chance before it slips from your grasp. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop...please.” Your words are like honey running over Namjoon’s mind. You grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a sultry kiss. He smirks into it and moves away grabbing your hand to walk you over to the couch. “I’m sorry about these pillows. They’re from our BT21 line.” He moves them to the side and sits down guiding you to sit next to him, but you can’t bear to be away from his body any longer. You decide to sit on his lap, straddling his thighs the look of shock he gives you is amusing not to enjoy.
“So, is this okay with you?”
You were playing his little game and although he thought it was cute, he was being soft for your own protection. He wasn’t exactly sure how much of this game you could take.
“You’re not playing nice Y/N. Only I can-” Again you cut off his words with a harsh rub against his hard length. Since the moment he picked you up and saw you in the dress he had been hurting. During dinner he’d had to hide his erection and now here you were teasing the fuck out of him. “I’m sorry, baby, but I didn’t catch those words. What was that again?”
He glares at you intently and grips your hips firmly lifting you up and then slamming you back down against his cock. You gasp loudly and he takes this opportunity to swallow your cries with a desperate kiss- all teeth and tongue. Biting your chin, he makes his way down your neck licking a path down to your neck line. “This fucking dress has to go.” Grasping the back where the zipper is, he pulls it apart ripping it to shreds. “OMG! Namjoon, I loved this dress.”
“I love you more without it. Don’t worry, I can get you another one. This one is in my way.” The dress falls to your sides exposing your breasts to his hungry eyes. Bending down he takes a nipple into his mouth and tugs gently. You can’t take all this teasing. You’ve been dripping for him since he pinned you against the piano and you’re sure your clit is more than ready to be played with. You start to create a slow gyrating motion while he nips and tugs at your breasts. You hold onto his shoulders for better leverage using his hard length to create the friction you need. He holds you letting you have your fun, but when he feels you tighten your thighs against his own while holding in a breath, he stands up lifting you with him. Before you can ask what the fuck is happening he grabs your chin firmly and tugs it up to look into his fierce eyes. “You can come when I tell you to come, baby.”
You swallow visibly and the fear/lust in your eyes makes him proud to have made you so complacent so soon. “Be a good girl and remove the rest of this dress for me. Daddy wants to see how much you need him.” You do as he says all the while he walks around your body like a predator stalking its prey. Once your dress falls to pool at your feet, he stops right behind you. You can’t see what he’s doing but you can feel the intense heat radiating off of his body. A hand comes up to your shoulder and slides your hair the the side. He dips down to kiss the nape of your neck gently.
“Stand in front of the ouch and lift up one leg onto the cushions.” Now you realize the influence he had because you find yourself doing exactly as he requests without question. Everything he says and does is driving you insane. Again he is at your back and you feel so exposed with one leg open. He comes to stand behind you once again, but does nothing. You’re feeling anxious and goosebumps spread throughout your body. You can feel his breath over your skin when he chuckles lightly from behind you. The sensation of your wetness sliding down your leg is beyond embarrassing, but Namjoon seems to be enjoying every moment. He moves a hand down between your legs sliding a finger up to collect your wetness. You can’t see what he does, but his words told you everything. “Mmm, so sweet. I can’t wait.” You clench against nothing at his words.
He slides a hand up over your ass gently massaging the skin between his fingers while his other hand wraps itself around your waist holding you steady. “Suck in a breath, angel.” You don’t know what he means by this but a sharp slap against your backside causes you to limp forward in his grip. Your cry was loud and echoed in the room. “Such a strong girl for daddy. Think you can take four more? Consider this punishment for being so mean to me with those texts. Daddy was just trying to be nice. Breath in…” * SLAP*
He completes his torture on your ass, but the feeling is only heightening your arousal. As more liquid seeps down your legs, you feel you could come from the vibrations of the slaps. “FIVE! Such a sweet angel.”
You’re weak and he is completely holding you up with his own strength. The slaps have stopped, but his hands haven’t. Gently he rubs your skin soothing the angry flesh. His fingers once again find themselves between your thighs and the amount of wetness there is more than enough to welcome his long slender fingers into your cunt easily. He adjusts his body so that you’re leaning on his chest while he stands behind you, hand between your thighs, drilling his fingers in and out of your core. You’re whining out the entire time reaching above your head for some form of purchase. “Hands on my neck baby, you’re going to need to hold me. Is that understood?”
You try to reply, but the way his fingers are pushing into your cunt makes you stupid. “Mmhmm…” You manage to moan out, but Namjoon is not happy with this. He stops moving his fingers and your hips jut forward seeking him out. “You’re being a bad girl. I don’t think you want this cock. Only good girls who obey their daddy get to ride it. Are you a good girl?”
Those words turn your insides and your pelvic floor clenches against nothing. You hesitate to answer, but the hand that was on your pussy now moves up to your mouth asking for something you need no words to understand. He opens your mouth with his fingers sliding them up your tongue. He thrusts in and out then removes them completely. Bringing his hand back down he slaps your cunt and you shout into the room like a desperate bitch in heat. “YEs! FUCK! Yes I’m a good girl!” Another slap and your confusion arises along with your arousal.
“ Yes I’m a good girl, daddy.”, he whispers into your ear. While you have never used kinks in the bedroom before, you weren’t holding back now. He had you where he wanted you- a whimpering, useless mess.
“Yes, I’m a goo-d girl, daddy.” “Fuck!” In seconds he manages to remove his pants and slides himself fully to the hilt inside of you. He holds it there for a moment while you pant breathlessly into the room. He’s stretching you so wide, but the feeling is so good. “Angel, you're so perfect.” He’s breathlessly whispering into your ear trying to regain his composure, but your pussy is squeezing against him so deliciously he could go mad. “Fuck, baby...look how perfect that cunt is for me...holding me so tight.”
His hand comes to the leg that is propped up on the couch and he opens up your thighs further, stretching you wider. He begins to pump in and out slowly at first, but his pattern soon quickens when he feels how much you’re enjoying this. “Oh god, Nam---fuck!”
He brings a hand up and firmly grabs your chin turning you back towards his face. His grip is tight and he looks you right in the eyes when he starts to fuck you ruthlessly. “What did you call me?” Your eyes are wide and open in shock at the realization that you’ve forgotten what he asked. “Open your mouth!” You do as he says and he slowly spits into it letting the saliva drip down your chin.
“Keep it there until I tell you.” You don’t question him. He roughly pulls out of you and you almost lose his spit at your cry. Grabbing your hair he bends you completely forward so that your hands hold you up against the couch. His hand is still pressing on the back of your neck when he uses his legs to spread yours widely. “You aren’t a very good listener. Give me it to me.” He brings a hand down to collect his spit from your mouth into his palm and then brings it up and lets it slide down onto your ass. “Have you ever let anyone in here?” His finger touches your anus causing you to flinch away from his touch. “No, daddy, never.”
“Well, if you’re a good girl, daddy can make you feel really good.” You’re afraid, but you’re so turned on at this point you’re more than ready for him. He brings his fingers to your puckered hole and starts to slowly massage it. He manages to get the tip of his finger in when he feels you tense. “Baby, you’ve got to relax and let daddy take care of you.” You try to relax when he brings his other hand back to your core. He finds your clit and starts to rub slow circles into it distracting you from the slight discomfort you were feeling. As he continues his ministrations he focuses back on your ass. Slowly he manages to scissor you part of the way. Then you feel a cooling liquid that warms against your skin being slathered onto your opening.
First one finger, then three, he continues working you over while he brings you closer to your release. Just as he manages to fully sit two fingers fully into your ass he commands, “come.” And you do while gushing liquid down and over the floor of his studio.
“Oh my god…” Your whimpers fill the room and Namjoon had had enough. He thinks he’s just witnessed the hottest fucking thing he'll ever remember happening in his studio. Rubbing your back as you come down from your high, he lifts you up and moves to sit on the couch. He brings you over to sit fully on his throbbing cock. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold back. Trying to pull another orgasm out of you he starts to massage your pearl and you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you. “Move!” One command, but you don’t wait. Using your thighs you begin to ride his cock desperately. You can feel another high coming on with the way he uses his fingers as his cock rubs against your g-spot. As you push up he grabs a nipple into his mouth nipping it with his teeth. You start to ride him for all its worth and within moments you both come together. His hot warm cum is filling you deep inside and some slides down in between your bodies as he continues to milk himself completely, sensitivity be damned.
You collapse against his body, face buried in his neck, breath slowly coming back to normal. He keeps you there, rubbing your hips in slow circles with the tips of his fingers. He brings a hand to cup your cheek. You lift your head up to look at him. His features clearly expressing words he cannot say. “Thank you for forgiving me.” He chuckles at your reaction.
You smile then knowing he had you the moment he ran into you.
Notes: Time for another scenario/drabble for this week. I really love the Harry Potter universe and I love BTS, so putting them together makes them that much better. I hope that you all enjoy this!
“Nothing is more satisfying than watching a fire that you started,” you said with heavy sarcasm as you looked at the fire blazing within and outside of the potions pot.
“Don’t just stand there. Help me me put it out!” Namjoon exclaimed as he searched frantically in the pockets of his school robe for his wand. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Jin isn’t going to let me hear the end of this if he sees the fire.”
Sitting at the table behind Namjoon during Potions was always a sight to behold, because he was prone to causing a ridiculous amount of accidents. Professor Slughorn was so done with Namjoon that when he paired him with Jin, they both were both giving strict instructions to not let Namjoon do anything without any sort of supervision. Of course when Jin left to use the restroom, he asked you to watch over Namjoon.
“Take care of this,” you said to your lab partner, Yoongi, as you pointed to the potion that you and Yoongi were brewing together. “I’ll go help him out.”
Just as Namjoon was about to cast a spell to put out the fire, you put your hand on his wand. “Don’t! You could make it worse.”
The first thing to do was to look down into the pot. Within the fire you could barely make out the color of the potion, a bright and vibrant green. Although the fire was definitely something to worry about, you knew that if you cast the wrong spell or threw the wrong ingredient into the pot, people could get hurt or worse, killed. Looking at just the color alone you were pretty sure you knew why the potion was in flames, but to guarantee your assessment, you looked around Namjoon’s workspace to see what ingredients could be in the potion.
“Did you put this in the potion, Namjoon?” You asked after you grabbed the vial of Erumpent’s tail. His brown eyes were wide with fear as he nodded his head.
“Yeah.”
“Dude, you just made Erumpent Potion. That shit is hella explosive!”
“How do we get this to stop?” Namjoon asked as he waved his hand around at the flames.
“I think I have an idea,” you said, before running to the pantry to search for something that would put out the flames without disturbing the explosive nature of the potion. Once you found what you were looking for, you quickly ran back to Namjoon’s table and carefully dropped it into flames. Within the blink of an eye the flames vanished.
“I can’t believe you accidentally fucking made Erumpent Potion,” Yoongi said from behind. Just as he started to laugh, Jin walked back in the classroom with Professor Slughorn right behind him.
“What did I miss?” Jin asked as he walked up to the table that he shared with Namjoon.
“I made Erumpent Potion,” Namjoon said, although from the tone of his voice his statement had sounded more like a question rather than a statement.
Jin’s eyes widened and you took that as your cue to get back to your table and finish the assigned potion with Yoongi. Despite the fact you found it hilarious to watch Jin when he was mad, you didn’t want any part of the scolding Namjoon was going to get from Jin and eventually, Professor Slughorn.
It's joon's birthday today!!! And I'm so happy!!! Even though my entire draft got deleted I'm still trying to be happy coz it's joon's birthday and i wanted to be happy!!!!
I've always felt so close to joon since day1, he has always inspired me to love myself, to accept my own feelings rather then declining them, I've had hard times accepting myself, my inner feeling and thoughts, it's always been hard to talk with someone without having the fear to be judged! In so many ways I've found myself similar to joonie like love for reading books, love for art, love for nature, i had truly love visiting museums across my country if i had get chance anyday, i truly would love doing that and love for music ofcourse!!! So in many ways joon seems to be my closest friend but at the same time he truly is the man i want to have in my life! I'm sure no matter who must be our bias, at the end of day no one could literally resist the man namjoon is!!! And my love for him keeps growing by every passing day! On his birthday i wish for his well-being, peace and happiness with good health! HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY JOONIE! I LOVE YOU!💕
Summary: Bestfriends to Lovers! Unplanned Love Confession! Namjoon and reader don't live in the same country!!!
Warnings: None, *not necessarily a fic, just a conversation full of comforting eachother and their honest confessions* and maybe tine tiny fluff!
A/N: since it's joons birthday i wanted to post something, so here it is! I haven't unnecessarily added anything, it's almost what joon had conveyed through his letter for us!💕
As i said before for joon's birthday i really wanted to post something, and yesterday when i read his letter i was so touched by his love…his sincerity and honesty, that i ened up crying over!!! So that's why i wrote this text conversation to something that i feel all of us could relate.♡
About the fic that i had said, that I've been working on, I'll post soon.. within a day or two, and most probably it will be a mini series, so please look forward to it!💜
AND AS I ALWAYS SAY, YOUR FEEDBACKS AND REQUEST ARE TRULY WELCOMED!!!💕
Notes: This scenario is dedicated to @taengent. It’s supposed to be based off of Fallin’ For You by Shawn Mendes. It was supposed to be fluffy, but there’s this little monster living inside of me and it pushed me to write angst, so here it is. Also this scenario is in honor of me seeing BTS at the Rose Bowl this Saturday. I hope that you all enjoy it!
It was just for one night. That’s what his thoughts repeatedly slurred as he stumbled through the hallway to get to your door. He had drunk more than he should have, and as hard as he tried to think of how to get back home, he found his thoughts going back to you. Of course he was thinking of you. No matter what, you were always there to help him and it was natural for his drunken mind to gravitate towards you, at least that is what he tried to tell himself. Just for one night.
His arm felt lethargic as he knocked on your door. He could hear a chair scrape against the wooden floor from within your apartment. You must have been studying, he mused to himself. Namjoon couldn’t help but smile as he heard your footsteps getting closer to him. He put his left hand against the wall by your door to hold himself upright before you opened the door.
“Hey,” you said, with surprise. “What are you doing here?” You weren’t upset to see Namjoon, but he had told you that he was going to be out the entire night. As you breathed, you could smell the alcohol off of his black jacket. He wore black pants with a grey shirt peeking from underneath the black jacket. To top off the entire look he wore a black snapback backwards on his head. As usual he was effortlessly handsome, even if he was drunk.
“Can I stay here?” He asked. His brown eyes were pleading with you and in return you sighed. You were going to get in trouble for having a guy over at your place, but it was dark outside and it wasn’t safe, so the best thing to do was to let him. Just for one night.
The following morning you woke up in your bed with Namjoon’s arm around your waist and his face pressed into your hair. You could feel his steady breath on your hair and for a moment you let yourself feel at peace. You didn’t have anywhere else for him to sleep except for your bed and as you had both said to each other, you and Namjoon were just friends. Friends had sleepovers all the time, but friends didn’t like the feeling of waking up next to each other and wishing that every morning could be like that. It was just for one night.
When Namjoon woke up to an empty bed, a feeling of loneliness overcame him. He had felt dejected a few times when you had to leave him to study or to go on a date with another guy that didn’t know how to appreciate you. But Namjoon had never felt this kind of loneliness before. He wondered why you couldn’t stay with him a little longer, but when you had said that you were meeting up a guy to catch some coffee, his heart sunk even further. You didn’t see him the way he started to see you. He couldn’t ask you to be his. It was just for one night.
