Hi! I may request number 5 with Namjoon that prompt was made for him 😮💨
5. you get turned on by his morning voice and he notices
talk to me | knj
—In which your boyfriend's morning voice turns you on and he notices.
pairing. namjoon x reader established relationship au
genre. implications of smut, slight fluff
w.c. 392 (a drabble)
—
Tossing and turning, the feeling you hoped would have subsided by this morning was still very much present.
Going to sleep needy was always a struggle as your boyfriend Namjoon has a tight schedule and can’t stay up late nor even stay for long in the mornings.
So that’s why you never bother to let him know of all the times you so badly need him.
You’re sure if he knew he’d make an exception to his schedule; anything to fulfill your needs. That’s just how he is. But you don’t want to hold him up- he has a life. A very chaotic one at that. Sex is the least of his priorities.
So you thought.
“Jagi, can you pass me my phone?”
Fresh out of a deep sleep, Namjoon turns to face you, who’s been awake for a while, struggling with that tempting problem of yours.
You gulp, the depth of his morning voice always having the same effect on you and not helping better your issue whatsoever.
Reaching over on the nightstand to retrieve said phone, you almost hand it to him before it suddenly slips out of your hold and you let out a harsh gasp.
Namjoon only stares blankly, wondering what the hell has gotten into you this morning.
“Jagi, are you okay? You seem on edge.”
Oh how you wish to be on edge.
“What? I’m fine.”
You reach down to retrieve the phone from the ground, and just as you go to sit back up with the phone in hand- you feel him scoot closer against your body.
Gasping again, you toss the phone on a random area of the sheets as you attempt to fight the arousal building at your entrance.
“Y/N~” Namjoon coos, his crotch pressed right against your ass as your back faces him. “Use your words…”
You can’t help the noise you let out, his words being spoken right into your ear as you can feel the way his bulge begins to erect against you. He lets out a playful giggle, enclosing his lips on the shell of your ear.
“My voice turns you on?” he asks casually, hand beginning to travel to your thigh. “How come I’m just now finding this out?”
You stay silent, small whimpers escaping from you occasionally.
A/N: Requested by the sweetest bean @milk-and-moni. I am so soft for Joonie. I hope you love it.
Becoming friends with Namjoon was like opening a window and letting in a cool breeze on a summer day—easy, refreshing, perfect. It was the type of friendship that made you stop and smile to yourself, thinking about how lucky you were to have someone who understood you entirely. Namjoon was someone who listened so intently when you told him stories about your day. Who remembered your favorite coffee order and made you laugh so hard your sides would hurt. He would take you on trips to his favorite museums, spending hours excitedly telling you about the pieces that spoke to him. You spent more time watching his eyes light up with childlike abandon and less time looking at the priceless art adorning the walls.
Falling in love with him was even easier. It didn’t happen all at once—there was never a moment of intense realization that your feelings for this man had transformed from innocent friendship to one of love. You felt yourself starting to get nervous around him—would he like your new sweater? Did he think the pink blush you had put on your cheeks made you look pretty? Did he think your conversations were interesting enough to keep you around? It was only then that you realized this person you had let in—this breeze of fresh air that had changed the trajectory of your life—had nestled his way into your heart so completely that you didn’t know if you could get him out.
But you had to try, because you knew, deep down, that he didn’t love you that way. You had convinced yourself that this was one-sided. You needed to shut the window, stop letting the breeze through your mind and your heart. If you didn’t, it would overtake you. And you would ruin everything.
You pulled away. You stopped texting, stopped calling. He’d leave you voicemails asking you to come listen to a new song he was writing. Then he started asking if you were okay. Then he started asking what he did wrong. The worst part was, he did nothing wrong. It was you. You were the problem.
You should have known Namjoon would never let you go that easily.
“Is there a reason you’re avoiding me?” Namjoon asked gently. He was sitting on your couch, far away from you, hands flipping his hair nervously out of his face repeatedly. He had his glasses on; his eyes looked slightly smaller because of his strong prescription. He was completely endearing. “Why haven’t you been talking to me as often, or texting me about your day?”
You gulped. His earnest questions, the look of pain on his features; he was beating at the glass of the window you had slammed shut. You didn’t want to let the breeze through.
“I don’t want to be a bother,” you whispered, looking down at your hands in your lap.
“Oh, sweetheart,” your eyes shot up at the endearment, meeting his gaze, full of affection and—dare you hope—love. “You could never be a bother to me.” Namjoon got up, sitting next to you, reaching for your hand to intertwine your fingers with his. The window was cracking, the breeze was starting to blow through your heart again. You could feel it. It was undeniable. “Please, let me back in.”
“Namjoon, I-I’m scared,” you admitted, eyes blurring with tears.
“You have nothing to be scared of. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He leaned forward slightly, looking into your eyes, searching for something. Silently asking for permission. His lips touched yours in a gentle kiss, sealing the promise of the words spoken between you.
You took a deep breath; the breeze kissed your flushed cheeks. You missed it. You missed him. He leaned his forehead against yours, eyes closed, soft smile on his face. The breeze was here to stay.
“Shit!” I huffed out as I had to climb the stairs up to the third floor and my poor lungs wouldn’t want to cooperate as always, “I forgot my water bottle at home again.”
“You can have mine, no problem!” a boy handed me his half filled plastic bottle.
I usually follow one rule while drinking water from other people’s bottles. I ask them if they touch their lips to the bottles opening while drinking and usually refuse to drink from the same bottle if they do.
That day, however, I didn’t have the mind to do that as I straight up uncapped the bottle to finish the whole thing in one go. When I looked up to say ‘thanks’ and ‘sorry’, he was already gone. As it was almost time for the next class, I supposed he hurried to get to his. I remembered the boy’s name to be Namjoon.
Namjoon was a boy I would often see in between classes. Sometimes we would nod, ask when the next class was or simply smile at each other. And then, we’d go our separate ways. I knew him just like that. I didn’t remember ever having a full conversation with him.
I didn’t see him again after that day. But I heard some rumors about him around the campus not long after. He was accused of saying something that sparked controversy. Since I didn’t know him in person I never expressed my opinion on the matter. But I had a lingering wish to meet him again, to return his empty plastic bottle that I still carry in my bag.
That wish came true when I finally saw him again.
He was having lunch at an empty table at the corner of the cafeteria. There was no one around so I walked up to him right away.
“I’m so sorry I could not return your bottle that day!” I had told him.
“What bottle?” He looked at me with genuine confusion.
I took out the said bottle from my bag to put on the table. Namjoon let out a chuckle at its sight. “You wanted to return this?”
“I know, it might not be a huge deal to you. But I literally can’t sleep in peace until I return what I borrow from someone else. Be it a pen or book or whatever.” I explained myself clearly to which Namjoon nodded and took the empty bottle off the table.
“I’ll take it back then.” He said, “Hope it gives you some peace.”
He shook his head slightly and laughed. For some reason, I felt overwhelmed seeing him laugh like that. His eyes completely vanished behind the wrinkles as he laughed. He looked so unreal. I couldn’t make up my mind why I was feeling that way at such a small act of someone I barely knew. But I had a feeling that it was a moment I would never witness again. I felt the need to capture it in a picture so that I could look at it whenever I wanted to.
However, I didn't take his picture that day. Instead I stood there for a while, enjoying the moment as it was. He didn’t invite me to sit next to him. I wished he did.
The next time I heard about Namjoon was from a group of friends talking about college in general. I wasn't minding their gossip until I heard them speak about him.
"Good grades aren't everything, you see!" One of them said, "you need to have a better character to not be kicked out of school like that."
I was shocked to find what happened to Namjoon regarding those rumors. As much as I wanted to interrupt their conversation, I couldn't bring myself to do so. Yet my heart couldn't believe a word of the dirty talks I heard around. Even though I wasn't a friend of his, neither was I an acquaintance, in my heart, I still pictured him as the smiling boy who had helped me at the time I needed it.
Hi hi congrats on your 2000 followers !!! I would like to request some fluffy Namjoon with #099a43. Thank you so much 😁
thank you hun!!! ♡♡ so sorry this took ages to be written :(
wc: 612
warnings: none!
asks are now closed
2k drabble masterlist | main masterlist
when namjoon asked that you wear something blue — particularly a lighter shade of the hue — for your upcoming date, you weren't sure what he was on about. however, as you emerge from your shared bedroom in the exact color he asked, you now understand his intent: he wanted the both of you to match.
you're definitely not complaining; you take in his brown slacks and powder blue button-up with significant appreciation. he stands up from the couch as soon as he spots you, a grin stretching across his face while his hands find your waist.
"so where are we going, exactly?" you question in a playful tone. your fingers play with his shirt collar and move to smooth any wrinkles around his chest.
he gives your waist a light squeeze. "that's for me to know, and for you to find out, love."
you deliver a light slap to his chest with a whiny, drawn-out "c'mon," but he simply chuckles, entangling his hand with your own to lead you out the door.
much to your joy, you end up at a quaint little botanical garden on the outskirts of seoul, far from the hustle and bustle of the central part of the city. he guides you in with a hand placed on the small of your back, through arches of vibrant green vines. you explore every nook of the beautiful garden, both of you pointing out certain types of flowers that you recognize and taking brief breaks on the benches scattered about.
namjoon's thumb brushes over the top of your hand as you sit hip-to-hip beneath a wisteria tree. the sun begins to dip below the horizon and paints the sky in a spectacular explosion of pinks and purples and oranges. he suddenly stands up feom the bench and gently pulls you up with him. you send him a questioning look, but allow him to guide you to a corner of the garden that you hadn’t noticed before.
you meander down a stone path illuminated with strings of lights to a small gazebo. the last sliver of the sun steadily disappears behind the horizon, and you look over to find namjoon beaming lovingly down at you.
you squeeze his hand. "why do i have a feeling that you're up to something?"
he says nothing at first as he envelopes your hands in his own. your body turns to fully face him, and your eyes hold an obvious curiosity. your heartbeat quickens when he takes a deep breath.
"five years we've been together," he starts, eyes shining in the low light. "but it feels like i've known you for much longer. you understand me in a way that my own family won't ever understand. you give me strength whenever i'm overwhelmed or down. you are the loveliest, purest soul i have met in this lifetime, and i feel so honored that you have decided to love me."
you whisper his name as he lets go of your hands for one to dip into his trouser pocket. a gasp passes your lips when he presents you with a glimmering ring.
he looks up at you with hopeful eyes. "i can't fathom spending the rest of my life without you by my side. will you marry me?"
you feel yourself nodding at him. tears dot your eyes while you exclaim a joyful, teary, "yes!"
your heart swells in your chest as he slips the ring onto your finger, rising up to press a sweet kiss to your lips. you feel him smile into the kiss until you finally pull away.
"kim namjoon," you whisper, leaning your forehead against his. "i am so in love with you."
Hey Namjoon. I know you're tired lately. Is there any way I can help you relieve that stress?
Genre: Lovely Smut
Pairing: Dom Kim Namjoon (Rm) and Sub Female Reader
“Don’t worry about me moonlight, I’m fine I swear it just works as usual for me. You’ve been pretty clingy lately though, I’m pretty sure you’re looking for something a little more than just helping me to relieve some stress. You know now that I think about it we do have a lot more sex with were stressed, you know you can just ask me to do it with you whenever you want just ask me to have sex with you. You can even text me if you want and I’ll come to or I’ll get everything ready for you.”
Aus/Tropes: Strangers to Lovers, Slice of life AU, Florist AU, Non-idol
Pairing: Namjoon x reader
WC: 6.6k
Sexual Warnings: Nipple Play, Spanking (Just once), Fingering, Edging, Overstimulation, Squirting, Choking, Car sex, Dirty Talk, Pussy Smacking(Again just once), Subspace, Dacryphilia if you squint, Unprotected Sex ( Please use protection)
Ao3 Link
Notes: This is for my love Atlas. You always have me weak in the knees because you have such a gorgeous personality to match your looks. Honestly, some of my inspo for hair because there hasn’t been a hairstyle that you haven’t pulled off. I swear, how does it feel being the sky daddy's favorite? I honestly love you to the moon and back and I hope you enjoy this gift as well.
Taglist at the bottom! If you would like to be added, then fill out the form to be added right here.
The weather was pleasant today. Warm enough to walk with a light jacket and a few cloudy skies. A breeze would come by every once in a while, making you clutch onto your bag.
You smiled up at the sky, thankful for the clear skies after the past days of rain. It offered you a chance to visit one of your favorite shops.
You were happy to see the flipped sign that read ‘open’ as you walked over to the door, swinging it open. A little chime alerting of your arrival as you walked inside. You heard some music play low, insisting on a calming environment. Some footsteps gained your attention as you saw him whip around the corner, and you smiled.
“ Hey, Namjoon. Nice to see you again.”
The man was dressed in earthy tones, brown pants, and a green sweater. He had his store apron on and a baseball cap on his head as he offered you a dimpled smile that made your heartbeat rise just a bit, “ Hey, welcome back! Came back for another plant baby.”
You walked past him and he chuckled as he followed you, “ You know me so well. I wanted to plant some flowers for the summer in front of my house. Have any suggestions for me?”
He hums as he thinks it over, moving to one area of the store and you follow him. His eyes scanned the selection before pointing over at some flowers. “ These should look nice in the garden.”
“What are those?” You look from beside him, eyeing the small delicate flower.
“ It’s a hibiscus flower. A beautiful flower for your garden and you should be able to take care of it.” Namjoon grinned as he stepped out of the way for you to admire the flower, “ They are quite pretty when they bloom, so if you plant them now, they should be good by summertime.”
You admired the white flower as you told him how many you wanted. You watched him turn his back to ring you up, eyes admiring the vast expanse of his shoulders and back before shaking your head to focus back on the flowers.
You would be lying if you said you hadn’t developed a crush on the flower shop owner over the months since you first met him. He was a sweet gentleman and, despite his massive size, adored all the tiny plants with the utmost care.
You jumped when you heard something crash and turned around, hearing a curse. A broken pot on the ground as he tried to scoop up the broken pieces with his hands. You walked over and helped him, “ Did you get hurt?”
“ Huh? Oh no, I’m fine. Just me being clumsy again and the poor flower had to deal with the repercussions. Thanks for asking, though.”
Namjoon’s fingers grazed over yours as you reached for the same broken piece and it shouldn’t have made you blush and pulled your hand back a bit. “ I’m sorry.”
“ No, it’s okay.” He gave you a sweet smile and your heartbeat increased as you cleared your throat. You turned your head back down to pick up the pieces, missing the gaze he gave as he admired the side of your face. “ Hey, if you aren’t busy, come back here tomorrow close to closing.” He stood up after collecting the last piece; you quickly followed suit.
“ I’m free. What for?” You tilted your head as he dumped the broken pieces in the trash.
“ It’s a surprise.”
As you eyed him, you raised a brow, “You have a surprise for me? Then why can’t I get it now?” You teased and he folded his arms over his chest.
“ Nope. Be good and wait until tomorrow.” He gave you a playful look, but you would have missed the glance he gave you if you blinked. You couldn’t fully describe the look he gave you in the most detailed way. But you did know that it didn’t match the playfulness of his voice. Something about it made you want to listen and trust him.
The rest of the afternoon went without issues. You paid for the new flowers that Namjoon had suggested, tipping like always in the jar he has at the front as you waved bye to him. He waved back with a bright smile, thanking you for the purchase before pushing open the door. You glanced back at him one last time, giving him a smile before walking back to your house.
You looked down at the white petals, touching them gently, “ These really are pretty. Can’t wait to see you bloom.”
~
~
~
Your nerves were getting the better of you.
You don’t know why your heart was in your throat as you walked down the familiar path to the flower shop. Maybe it’s because your mind went into overdrive as it tried to wrap around the endless possibilities of what Namjoon had in store for you.
You came up and quickly threw out the current scenario in your mind before something else popped into your mind. By the time you're at the nth scenario for the day, you have already caught sight of the store. You stopped a few feet from the shop, taking a deep inhale before exhaling out loud.
You straighten your back as you reach for the handle, pushing the door open and hearing the familiar chime. You looked around as you stepped further inside and couldn’t see the owner around. You glanced around the little corners and still didn’t see Namjoon.
But then your eyes locked onto the counter.
You took slow steps forward, eyeing up the stunning bouquet. You knew Namjoon gets orders for arrangements, and you assumed it was for a late customer that has yet to come by.
You recognized the flower, seen it countless times before but not in the beautiful ruby color that you looked at now. The petals stretched wide and it had a pleasant smell. You wanted to reach out and touch it, but this was for someone else, and it wasn’t meant for you. But yet, your hand still reached out to touch them when Namjoon had come out from wherever he was at.
“ Oh, so you did come back.” Namjoon had to hold in the laugh he would let out when you jumped back from the bouquet.
“ Oh! H-hey Namjoon uh….” Before looking back at the flowers, you glanced at him, “ This is a pretty bouquet! Who’s it for?”
Namjoon's eyes went to the bouquet, “ There for a special customer. It’s almost done, but I’m not sure about the note they asked me to choose. Can you look over it for me?”
“...Is that the surprise?”
“ No, just read it aloud and tell me if it sounds right.” He laughs as you half-heartedly roll your eyes before walking back and opening the card attached. Your eyes looked down at the words.
“ I fell for you at first glance. You stood in front of the Gardenias as you searched for a gift. It felt fitting as the sun shined through the glass and illuminated your silhouette. It took everything in me not to fall for you then. But then you kept coming back, asking for my opinion whenever you chose a flower for yourself. I couldn’t help but give you flowers that symbolize my affection for you. From those white Gardenias so you could know how lovely you looked that day, to the red Camellias to express my strong desires to date you, even down to the beauty of the Hibiscus that still couldn’t match your looks even now. So as my last gift for you, take these red Chrysanthemums. Ask what they mean when I see you next.”
Your eyes slowly read over the last parts of the note, brain connecting the dots as you looked back at him, noticing how he kept his eyes down and shifted on his feet. Your voice was soft, “ What does a red chrysanthemum mean?”
He gave a small smile before speaking, “I love you.”
“ What?”
That’s what it means.” Chestnut-colored eyes looked up at you. His gaze held a warmth that felt like it spread to your face. The longer you stared, the more it spread.
You cleared your throat, unable to calm your heartbeat as he made his way over to you, his arm brushing against yours, “ So do you think she’ll like it?”
“ O-of course! They’re bound to fall in love with these and this note.” You smile softly as you watch him pick up the bouquet in his hands before silently handing them to you.
“ W-what-”
“ There for you.” He makes sure that you grab them before he steps back, enjoying the flustered expression on your face. “ You think I would write a note like that for someone else?”
You barely could get the words out quick enough with how your mind raced, and your heart pounded, “ Hey, you said it was for a special customer!”
“ My store has been open for close to three years now, and you’ve been a customer of mine for just as long. I always considered you a special customer.” Namjoon responds as he watches you look down at the flowers and back at him.
You were happy to keep such beautiful flowers, but the note threw you in for a whirlwind. You did find the man attractive, but to jump out and say love? You didn’t know how to respond, but Namjoon had planned and thought of everything.
“ You don’t have to return my feelings right now. I know it was a lot to dump on you without knowing how you felt for me.” Namjoon leans against the counter, his smile soft and genuine.
“ I’m sorry…I mean! I'm not rejecting you, but I- '' You try to gather your words before you slowly inhale and calm down your nerves a bit to talk, “ I’m not rejecting you, but this is sudden for me. You’re an attractive man, but I can’t jump out to say that ‘I love you’ so easily.” You explained and he nodded.
“ Is it because we stayed in a friendly ‘customer and worker’ relationship?” Namjoon questioned and he watched you nod, “ Well, that can be an easy fix if you give me a chance.”
“ Give you a chance?”
“ When’s your next free evening?”
“ Probably Saturday…why?” You clutched your flowers closer to your body to soothe your beating heart.
“ Well, can I take you out to dinner, so you can get to know the other sides of Kim Namjoon?” He gave you that dimpled smile as he patiently waited for an answer.
You looked down at the flowers in your hands, eyes looking back at the note and you couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across your face as you looked back up at him.
“ I mean, it would be hard to say no to you after all your effort. I like Japanese food the most if you want to win points for dinner.” You grinned and you could see how his eyes crinkled with his smile before he stopped and moved behind the counter.
You watched his arms move behind the desk before he walked back around and handed you a piece of paper. You looked at it and laughed. It was his number.
“ That’s so I can text you for your address and tell you what time to be ready to pick you up.”
“ You're better off putting it in my phone now.” You tell him as you reach into your pocket to unlock your phone and hand it to him. You watched him add himself to your contacts before handing it back.
“ Saturday at 6 pm?” He asked as he handed you back your phone.
You smiled as you grabbed your phone, “ Saturday at 6 pm.”
~
~
~
“ Namjoon, that was a lovely dinner. I still feel like you didn’t have to spend that much money tonight.” You smiled as Namjoon opened his car door for you before shutting it once you were inside. You watched him do a short jog around the car before getting in the driver’s seat.
“ It wasn’t that much if we both enjoyed our food.” He tells you as he presses the start button to his car and promptly puts his seatbelt on, “ But besides the prices, did you enjoy everything?”
“ Yes! This might have been my fanciest date ever, so you are leaving a nice impression.” You teased and it only made him laugh as he pulled out of the parking lot.
You've been teasing Namjoon over his feelings for you throughout dinner and the ride to the beautiful restaurant. You didn’t want to admit that you found your heart swelling and teetering on the edge of falling for him. There indeed were different sides to Kim Namjoon, and you enjoyed every side of him.
You found yourself looking at his profile. You followed the curves of his face, trailing down his neck. You darted over his hands, admiring how his fingers gripped the steering wheel. How would his fingers look grabbing your thr-
“ Maybe a picture will last longer.” You're drawn back from your thoughts as you hear Namjoon. He was looking at you while the light was red. Your cheeks warm as you were caught staring and you let out a small laugh.
“ So anyway, where are we heading?” You chose to change topics and he was okay with it.
“ I’m taking us to a spot that I like going to. We’ll be there in just a bit.” He answers and you hum. You found your eyes looking back at his hand, this time to the one that was casually on the armrest. You just felt this urge to feel close to him. That’s the type of vibe Namjoon always had.
You subtly put your arm on the armrest, pressed right against his arm as you looked out the window. You watched him glance down through the window’s reflection, and you felt his hand intertwined with yours, thumb caressing your hand as you gently squeezed back.
There was a comfortable silence in the car as the radio played in the background, and it almost gave you the same type of peace you felt in his shop. Maybe it was just Namjoon.
“ We’re here.” Namjoon had parked the car and turned it off. You blinked and realized you saw trees. He gets out of the car, leaving his door open as you get out too. You were confused a bit from the woody area until you turned and looked in the same direction Namjoon did.
You could see the city lights shine and glean from there. Muffled car horns echoed every once in a while, a sign of life from the city. But oh, it was how the moon illuminated everything that made the view more spectacular. You turned to see Namjoon looking at you as he waved you over.
He was leaning against the hood of his car as you walked over, “ Do you like the view?”
“ This is beautiful. How did you find this place?” You asked, standing beside him. You felt his arm drape over your shoulders and pull you in.
“ It’s an embarrassing story, but I was drunk one night and my hyungs were bringing me home and I made them pull me over so I could throw up. My drunk ass saw the clearing and kept walking. They chased after me to bring me back, but I made them bring me back in the morning, so I can remember where this was.” He heard you giggle, and it was contagious as he did the same, “ That was some time ago and I’ve been here since. I just bring the car up and off the road now whenever I come. I like coming out here when I just want peace.”
You turned to face him more, “ So why show me such a special place?”
“ I told you how I feel about you, didn’t I? I told myself to bring someone that special to my getaway spot. Whether you accept my advances or not, you can always come to this place.” Namjoon answered and you couldn’t stop the slight pout on your lips that he found adorable, “ What?”
“ Why do you think that I won’t accept your feelings? Do you think I’ll say no?” You weren’t even sure what your answer would be if he asked, but something deep down told you that you wouldn’t do that.
“ I have hopes, but they are never that high for relationships. It took a lot of courage to confess because I thought you would reject me.” He tells you truthfully, looking back up at the star-riddled sky.
“ And why would you assume that?”
“ Cause I thought someone as breath-taking as you would be dating someone.”
You chuckle as you reach up to grab his chin and gently turn his face back to yours, “ I had stopped trying with relationships since they were always superficial. I wanted someone to love me the same way I would love them genuinely. Even if our feelings aren’t on the same wavelength now, I know that you wouldn’t treat me that way.”
You adjusted your position, so you're standing before him, “ You're a man that I find attractive both inside and out. I want to give you a chance, Namjoon. Just promise to give me time to have feelings for you the same way you have them for me.”
Namjoon stared down at you before placing his hands on your waist, leaning down close as he cupped your face. Neither of you needed words right now. Both trapped in each other’s eyes until they were closed the moment your lips touched.
It was soft, and it was gentle, and it was passionate.
Your fingers dug into his jacket as he pulled you closer. You couldn’t stop the small hums and moans that would leave your mouth as he kissed you more. Your body slowly heated up with the more he kissed, a warmth that made you press your thighs together. You nipped his lip gently to see his reaction. You wanted more.
But the moment that thought crossed your mind, Namjoon pulled away and you had to stop yourself as you leaned to follow his lips.
Namjoon moved his hand back to your shoulders as he had you all stop leaning on the car, “ If you start kissing me like that, you might not make it home.”
You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face, “ Then, to make the trip easier, why don’t we finish this at my house then? You can see how pretty the flowers look.”
He gave you a look that didn’t match the soft florist owner. It felt…predatory. Like he was waiting for you to turn around so he could pounce on you. You don’t even think he noticed as he spoke, “ Are you sure? We don’t have to rush anything.”
You couldn’t help teasing as you placed a quick kiss on his lips, “ That’s true, but I do trust you enough to be in my home Namjoon.” You slowly walked back to the passenger door, feeling his eyes follow as you turned around, “ You can decide what you want to do as you take me home then. Just know my offer still stands.”
You opened the car door and sat inside, practically giggling as you watched how he stumbled a bit before getting to the driver's side. He got in the car, combing his fingers through his hair as he cleared his throat and started the car again.
You couldn’t tell if time was going fast because of Namjoon’s driving or how much fun you were having as you teased him on the ride home. Just light touches to his arm and hands, saying things that would make him grip the wheel tighter. It was enjoyable.
“ We’re here.” He announced as you looked to see that you were indeed in front of your house. You undid your seatbelt and opened the car door but didn’t get out. He was about to ask you something when you planted another kiss on his lips before pulling away.
“ If you are going home, then goodnight Namjoon. Thank you for the lovely date and showing me such a special place tonight,” your fingers tapped on his arm as you glanced down, “ But there’s plenty of parking out here, so if you want to come inside….” You gave him another quick kiss before getting out and shutting the door. You listened carefully as you started to look for your key in your bag. You heard the car move a bit, expecting to hear him drive off until you listened to the car shut off completely.
You couldn’t stop the smile on your lips as you heard him jog to you as you unlocked the door for you both.
~
~
~
Being with Namjoon was indeed everything you wanted and more. That first date was simply a catalyst for everything that blossomed between you two. After your first date, he would come up with more plans and cute ideas for dates, and you always said yes.
The dates were always fun, thoughtful and just all-around great. Every date created a new memory for you and you were happy.
Even though you always let Namjoon know of your growing feelings for him, you also let him know of the close-reaching lust you started to feel for him.
You started to see Namjoon in more shirts than sweaters with the weather changing. You enjoyed how his arm flexes when he does stuff or finds yourself staring at his lips when he talks, wishing his lips were somewhere else. Even with you putting everything on the table for him, he still held himself back.
That night you invited him into your home with sultry promises, he still kept it to a heavy makeout session and some firm touches that left you breathless and wanting more. You could tell just from his kisses that he knew what he was doing.
He dominated everything over the kiss. His hands simply roamed over your body and you could tell that he wanted to do more, but he didn’t let himself do it.
After a couple more makeout sessions, you asked this time in his car at the pretty clearing he showed you last time, “ Why do you always hold back?”
“ What do you mean?”
“ Do you not want to do more with me besides kissing and touching? Or are you waiting for me to verbally say I want you in that way?” You asked him.
“ While I was going to wait until you verbally said it, I also didn’t want to do anything to make it seem like I just wanted your body. I genuinely like you.” Namjoon answered and you stared at him.
“ So if I tell you that I want you to touch me more, will you do it?” You leaned into him more and watched how he leaned back against the seat. You took the opportunity to sit in his lap.
“ Of course, I will, but I don’t think my car is spacious enough for what I want to do to you.” Namjoon’s hand rubbed at your thighs, his eyes watching how his thumb rubbed against your bare skin. His eyes slowly trailed back up as he looked up at you. “ But you should know that there is still another side of Kim Namjoon that you haven’t seen yet.”
Your breath hitched as you saw the look in his eyes. It made you want to squeeze your thighs together, but you knew you couldn’t do that in this position. You tried to look away or glance somewhere else, but his eyes demanded attention. So you gave it to him. “ And what side is that?”
You felt a hand trail up your back before pushing you forward and into his chest, eyes still locked on his, “ If you want to find out, then we have to talk about some things first. I’m not that vanilla.”
You gave him a look before rolling your hips down on him, making him grip at your waist tight, “ Then talk about it now.”
Namjoon saw the challenge flash in your eyes before he smiled at you and leaned back, resting fully against the seats, “ I’ve tried a lot of kinks and I like many different ones and I’m willing to try something at least once before saying I don’t like it. So we can have a lot of fun if that's what you’re into. But before we get a chance to try anything, I want us to have a safe word.”
You leaned forward, kissing his cheek, slowly rolling your hips more, this time Namjoon letting you. “Hmmm, how about ‘Spring day?’”
“ Why that one?”
“ When I think of Spring, I think of flowers. When I think of flowers, I think of you.” Your lips trail down to his neck, his head turning to the side and letting you continue. You nipped and kissed his throat, and he let out low hums.
“ Then we can use that, but I’ll tell you this now. We won’t make it back to bed tonight if you keep this up.” Namjoon warns after you place a firm nip to his throat.
“ A bed does sound good, but I’m sure if we just push the front seats up, we could make it enough~” You mumble against his throat, pulling back to look at him through your lashes.
You wanted to tempt him. You wanted him to touch you. You’ve been enjoying it for a while now. You tried not to roll your hips down on him again, but you wanted to. You were desperate enough to do it.
You were thankfully when he leaned in to kiss you and you moaned. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he rolled his hips up into you. You could feel him poking you and it made you roll your hips back down to meet him.
Your kisses were just as needy and desperate as to how you both rolled your hips against each other. Namjoon moved his mouth down, kissing your throat and nipping as you did to him earlier. His hands trailed up to touch your body, stopping once he reached your chest. He gave a firm squeeze and you pressed into his hand.
You were happy for wearing a dress that day as his other hand pulled up the hem of the dress and pulled it up. You both had to pull away as he pulled the dress over your head. His hands quickly remove your bra, throwing it to the ground as he kisses further down. His mouth opened as he latched onto your nipple, nipping and sucking at the flesh. Your fingers moved to his hair, grazing his scalp to edge him on.
Your hips were desperately bucking against him, letting out a moan as his other hand reached to pinch at the other nipple. His mouth felt hot on you. The heat has started at your face, moved down to your chest, and rapidly spread to your core. The heat that radiated off of his body simply made you want more. His voice broke through your train of thought.
“ Can I touch you some more?” His voice was low as he released your nipple with a loud pop.
“ Please?” You didn’t mean to sound needy or beg, but your tone simply edged him more.
He moved your body back before a hand trailed into your underwear, cold fingers touching your heated core as he rubbed you gently. Your hands go back to his shoulders as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing more firm as he hears your moans. His fingers slowly pressed inside, cursing when he felt how wet you were. Stretching you open as your name flew from your lips. He kissed your throat as he felt you roll down onto his fingers.
“ You look so pretty rolling on my fingers like this. You look desperate.” His voice was against your ear and made you shiver, “ You’re soaked and I barely did anything to you. Do you want me that badly?”
You nodded your head and gasped when you felt him land a quick smack to your ass. Namjoon felt the way you clenched around his fingers.
“ Use your words.”
“ Yes…I do,” You mumble as you feel his fingers move quicker. The music from the radio was low and your ears focused on the sounds coming from between your legs. The squelching that echoed nearly made you want to close your legs until he lifted your body to reach further, fingers brushing close to your g-spot. “ Touch me there….”
“ I didn’t hear you say please.” Namjoon points out as he looks at you, enjoying how you slowly crumble under his touches. His fingers slowed and he chuckled at your whine. “ I won’t do anything else until you speak.”
“ Joon, don’t stop, please.” You speak as he smiled, kissing your cheek as he moved his fingers back inside, pressing right against your g-spot and making you moan. Namjoon kept your body close as he fingered you fast. You couldn’t stop your legs from shaking and clenching around his fingers when he pressed back inside. Your forehead rested on his shoulder, panting and focusing on how your stomach coiled. You rolled your hips desperately on his fingers, hips meeting his fingers as they reached deeper. His fingers stretched you open so nicely and you knew there was still something that could give you a better stretch. You felt it. You were so close and right there, your body only wanting your release.
But then he pulled his fingers out and you almost sobbed. Your orgasm slowly dissipates and it makes you want to cry. You pulled back to look at Namjoon and he had a smile on his face, dimples showing as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. He took his time as he looked at you until he pulled them from his mouth. “ I’ll have you cum don't worry. Just trust me.”
Your pout was evident, but you still nodded. He moved back in to kiss you, humming at the taste of yourself. You felt his arms wrap around your body as he carefully adjusted your body, laying you down onto the seats. When he pulled away, he lifted your legs, kissing them as his hands went to pull your underwear off.
He discarded them somewhere in his car before he went to undress. You watched him pull his shirt over his head. Your eyes scanned over the skin, still clenching around nothing as you watched him undo his pants. You pushed his pants down low enough before his cock sprung free. You felt him rub his tip against your clit, teasing as you wiggled under his ministrations.
“Namjoon~” You call for him and he leans down, moving back to kiss you. You pull him closer to your body, kissing him deeply. You could feel him position himself, still wrapped up in his kisses. Drunk off kisses, you had to pull his mouth away to moan when he fully pushed himself inside, bottoming out in one stroke.
Namjoon let out his own shaky breath as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder. You kiss his cheek, rolling your hips up to get him to move. He chuckled before pulling his hips back before thrusting back inside, earning a moan from them both. Namjoon’s pace was slow but deep. His tip brushed against places you wouldn’t be able to reach with your fingers and it felt deliciously good.
“ This is what you want from me, right? You’ve wanted me to fuck you since that first date. Does it feel good to have me like this now?” Namjoon’s voice had dropped an octave as his hands caressed your body, wrapping your leg around his hips.
“ Feels good~ faster~” You pressed your foreheads against each other as you looked up at him, eyes full of desire and hunger, matching his as he gripped your thighs firmly before adjusting his pace to move faster. He sat up to watch how you squeezed him, wetness coating him as he messily fucks you. Namjoon looked down to watch you. Your mouth opened as he enjoyed the sounds he made come out of you. Brows furrowed as your eyes stayed locked on him. You could barely keep them open as you watched his expression as well. He watched how your legs slowly shook, feeling how your body was getting close to your orgasm again. Your thighs shook beneath his fingers, and that's when he took another chance to pull out of you.
“ No! Put it back, I was-” You started back, but you yelped when he landed a quick slap to your clit, making your body jump.
“ Hm? You want to cum that badly?” His tone was teasing, almost mean, as he slowly rubbed your clit, watching the way you wiggled as your second orgasm was stopped again.
“ Yes yes, please!”
“ Please what?”
“ Please, I want to cum.” Your eyes got teary as you looked back up at him. You watched his eyes darken as he looked at you. He adjusts your body again, having you sit on his lap again with his chest pressed into your back. His fingers trailed down and he quickly pushed two fingers inside of you, starting a quick pace, making your body arch away from him. Namjoon kept your body pressed against his with his other arm as you wiggled. Your orgasm quickly comes back as your legs shake. His thumb pressed against your clit as he fingered you, and it was like a button was pushed. Your body locked into place as you cried out, squirting on his hand as Namjoon’s fingers didn’t slow until you were done.
You tried to catch your breath afterward but couldn’t as Namjoon started to use his fingers again. You felt his plump lips on your throat as he watched how he made your body have a squirting orgasm back to back. It might have been after the fourth one he gave before he lifted your legs in his arms, raising you before pulling you back down to be seated on his cock.
You barely had time to register it until you felt Namjoon scoot forward, knees bent as he thrust up into you. Your moans were hoarse as you reached for the front seats to hold yourself up. The sound of skin slapping echoed off the car. You could hear Namjoon from behind, groaning out your name as he fucked into you with abandon.
“ Doing so good for me. You can cum as much as you want until you're satisfied.” Namjoon tells you, hand trailing up your body before his fingers wrapped around your throat.
Your mind was fuzzy, clouded as you came around him again, Namjoon never slowing down as he kept going. Your body felt weightless and numb. You could feel the way his cock rocked into you, working your body repeatedly until you could only think of him. You barely heard Namjoon’s voice until he stopped and pulled you back against his chest.
“ Are you okay?” Namjoon looked at your face, noticing the distant look in your eyes before you focused on him. He waited for you to focus on him and when you did, you gathered your voice.
“ Want..you to cum….”
“ Are you sure you can keep going?” Namjoon asked you still to be sure, despite his cock twitching inside because he was the one able to make you like this.
You shakily pull yourself off, turning around to face him as Namjoon held you steady as he saw how your legs shook. He helped you ease back down before you slowly started to move your hips on him. Namjoon watched as you rolled your hips down on him, eyes fluttered close as you focused now on making him cum.
Namjoon soaked in the way you looked in front of him. Cock drunk and rolling your hips on him to get him to cum. Your hair was disheveled and out of place, and a layer of sweat was covering your skin. Mouth opens as you whine from sensitivity. Chest bouncing with each movement of your body and it was a mental image that made Namjoon’s cock twitch more.
Namjoon pulled you forward to kiss you, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. You both held onto each other, wanting the other to stay as close as possible as you moved in rhythm. Both of you were sloppy with your movements as Namjoon pulled his mouth away, head resting against the seat as he pants. He felt your lips on his throat, kissing feverishly as he gripped your hips tight. He gave a few more thrusts before he bottomed out, holding you close as he cums deep inside.
Namjoon had to catch his breath before he looked back at you. He smiled as he noticed that you were quickly dozing off. He stayed still, rubbing your back slowly as he could feel cum trickle down from inside, mentally reminding himself to clean his seats the next day.
You don’t know how much time has passed since you opened your eyes. You could see the car window in front of you before you slowly turned your head.
“ Are you up now?” You looked up to see Namjoon smiling down at you and you blushed, quickly remembering everything that happened before your impromptu nap.
“ H-hi,” You awkwardly speak, noticing how hoarse your voice was. He chuckled as he watched you sit up.
“ How do you feel?” Namjoon asked, rubbing your thigh gently, “ You never said the safe word, so I hope you enjoyed everything.”
“ I feel like you might have to carry me into the house.”
He laughed a bit before he leaned down to kiss your forehead, “ That means I did well then, but this wasn’t the best I can do.”
You clenched, quickly remembering that Namjoon was still inside you, “ I’m sorry what?”
“I’m saying that this is just the beginning~ I can do way more, especially with more space. Also, I’m happy to know that you can squirt….” Namjoon rambles on as you stare at him dumbfoundedly.
“ You're like a rose with thorns. I think you're a little dangerous now.”
“Huh? Why?” Namjoon stopped his rambling, thinking he did something wrong until he saw the flushed look on your face.
“ I never had anyone bring me into subspace, let alone squirt multiples times. You're as beautiful as you are dangerous, and you might make me addicted. “ You confess and he smiles.
“ I don’t mind being your rose, but you're still the most breathtaking flower in any garden.” He leans in to kiss you, and you happily kiss him back before pulling away with a smile to match his. “ But now we have something more serious to talk about.”
“ Such as?” You raised a brow before he glanced down between you two and followed his eyes.
“ How can I pull out of you without messing up my seats with cum, let alone not want to fuck you again in my backseats?”
“ If you want to go for round two, we’re heading either to your house or mine. I want more leg space.” You told him and he grinned at you.
“ My house is closer, so let’s get dressed because I’m not done with you yet.”
hear me the fuck out okay I think aftercare with joon would be incredible. as you lie there in bed your cores both still so super sensitive from the intense activities but you’d be enveloped in his big arms, his fingers carding gently through your hair and maybe even drawing shapes lightly on your skin with his slightly calloused fingers. he would whisper some really sweet nothings in your ear or praise you for how well you did like how well you took him or made him feel. he’ll offer to massage you if things got a bit rough or sore and kiss any marks or bruises he may have left and even apologise if you wince. he would make sure you get up to pee because you are not getting a uti on his watch no ma’am and no you can’t have another five more minutes but if you keep delaying it he may just carry you to the bathroom and make you go which i mean would be handy considering your legs will probably be like jelly now anyway so the less you need to walk the better amiright?
i could see him either running you a bath after you’ve caught your breath if things got especially sweaty or he could just lay there with you in his arms talking about literally anything. his brain is another big organ for joon so you know he could literally talk to you about something as big as the meaning of life or something small like what pokemon he got with that damn bread he’s collecting. he’s not a chef and would definitely not be in the mood for all that food prep so i can see takeout on the cards and would order your favorite. and maybe y’all will settle watching reruns of a show or movie you both love (for me it would be friends and debating which character each of you and your own friends are) and overall the rest of the time you have together will be spent just connected together. ugh now i want this.
A/N: this is oddly specific but the reason I wanted to write it is because this is a situation that a ton of my friends and I have been stuck in and don’t really know what to do so we were all awkwardly struggling. But I think making compromises and adaptions is hot af
• your relationship is new and exciting and you’re starting to get intimate together
•it’s an exciting time but you tend to keep delaying going further with him
•after postponing a few times, Joon decides to confront you
•he’s super sweet and a little concerned
•“if you’re not ready that’s okay baby we can take our time”
• “It’s not that,” you sigh before sitting up on the bed and looking into those beautiful eyes of his
•“I feel like I’m going to let you down…”
•“what? that’s not possible baby. why do you think that?”
•that’s when you explain that you have Temporomandibular joint dysfunction, known as TMJ, which can cause stiffness and pain around your jaw, ear and temple
• it was embarrassing but you shared how you feared not being able to perform oral on him because of the pain or even the possibility of your jaw stiffening up
• expecting him to be disappointed, since many men have made it very clear that getting head was important, you were slightly taken back when he took your hands and smiled
• “baby you don’t need to worry. our relationship and intimacy is more than just you sucking my dick,” he chuckled
• “but I still feel bad… like I can’t give something to you”
• “that doesn’t matter. and I’m sure this is so much more common than you think
•he pulls his phone off the nightstand and literally searches “blow jobs with TMJ” before pointing out many articles and forums of people sharing the same situation
•“we can find other ways to have fun with that pretty mouth of yours” he smirked
•and you did. before even getting to full on sex, you took your time experimenting
•you found that kitten licking up and down his length was something he really enjoyed
•when your jaw wasn’t painful you’d be able to take part of him in your mouth and let your tongue do most of the work, while massaging the base and his balls in rhythm
•he kept still while you performed orally on him to make sure he didn’t aggravate things and would check in with you, insisting you let him know the moment things became an issue
•he was very much a fan of you licking under his shaft and tracing his veins with your tongue rather than taking him into your mouth properly
•after much exploration, you two found what really got him going without causing you damage and your bond and intimacy grew closer after working together for solutions, your communication being the best it could ever be
