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Updated: April 24th, 2024

Fic Rec list 2

Namjoon

TRY AGAIN | jiminscockr1ng

Tonight We're Dancing | unique-high

"Cry for me" | prettyprincejk

Cleaning Day | gojosnympho

About Love | jjkeverlast

Closer | joon4eva

Between the pages | hwanghyunjinenthusiast

Cross Your Mind | dearlyjoonie

Lifeline | downbad4yoongi

Late Night Texting | hobistyles

My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold | daechwitatamic

Sundress | cheolhub

Doom boy | soft4gguk

Sexy Feeling | btsrunmylife

My Goddess | purpleyoonn

Quid Pro Quo | sopejinsunflower

Dream Girl | nmjoon-n

Rival Academia | aseaofyoongi

Cat and Mouse | aaagustd

Too sweet | teenytinyjimin

Jin

Payment Plan | trivia-yandere

Oh Baby | k00sblogger

Yoongi

Angel | sailoryooons

So it Goes | prodagustd

A New Rhythm | sluttywoozi

Three tangerines | kithtaehyung

Wife | mggsv

Jhope

"Missed you." | dilfhoseokie

Daisies | jeonaachu

Jimin

Disease | piedinthepiper

Camping | swanlakebaby

Missing You | swanlakebaby

My girl | k00sblogger

Daddy's Home | lovecoree

Taehyung

His Special Secret | kooktrash

Craving You | hoseokhasmyheartxx

The End is You and I | yonkimink

Distraction | lovecoree

Jungkook

Malibu | joonberriess

Seven | joonberriess

All mine | tanniefm

Side B!tch...? | bubbbii

Sunkissin' | peachyjeonss

Wild Thoughts | sxtaep

On and Off | gashinabts

The Broken Vow | lleldey

Blackout | jjungxkook

Long Way Home | sparklingchim

Over The Odds | jungk0oksthighs

Between Roommates | kooktrash

Shut Up and Kiss Me | ahgasegotarmy116

I miss you, I'm sorry | teenytinyjimin

Let me take care of you | ahgasegotarmy116

Nothing Serious | kooqitas

OT7/Multiple Members

Boyfriend for Hire | remedyx

All Bite, No Bark | spiderlilyserendipity

3 strikes | mapofthesea

Wolves in Sheep's Clothing | peachypinkgloss

Agains The Odds | jungk0oksthighs

WWE

Jey Uso

White Lies | tribalhoochie

We Ain't Going to Bed Angry | rays-hunter01

She My Bestfriend, Yeah We Ain't a Couple | kyleoreillylover

Mr. Right Now | femdisa

Massage. | miyuhpapayuh

Chasin' | southerngirl41

Warm | msbigredmachine

This is Cinema | romanreignseater

Baecation | tribalhoochie

Jimmy Uso

I Hate You Too | femdisa

Dressing Room. | miyuhpapayuh

Beauty Calls | aintnorainbows

Pull Up | harmshake

It's A Scream, Baby | theninthwonder

Stay By My Side | aalyssah

Tension | visionarymode

Permission | theninthwonder

Can you focus on me? | pr0wlerpunk

Roman Reigns

Lingerie Fun | strawberry-milku

Can't Handle It | visionarymode

Under His Spell | southerngirl41

Forgotten Kisses | uceyreiignss

Michael B. Jordan/Erik Killmonger

I get high, high, high | cocoa-puffs

Just Friends | cocoa-puffs

Freshout | cocoa-puffs

Domesticity | cocoa-puffs

In the Morning | nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Office Bae Series pt. 1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6 | nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Neighbors to Lovers pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4| nahimjustfeelingit-writes

okay babe, after working my 2 remaining brain cells I have come up with a request for my boyfiii/hubby joonie (joon's whores™️ pls rise up) 🫣 i'd love a childhood bestfriends to lovers, fluff and smut ofc (if inspo hits, maybe a tiny pinch of angst? if not, it's okay 😌) here are some prompts :

Having so many inside jokes that just the two of them know, that other people often don’t understand their humor. “I’m just scared of losing you.” “Don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. You’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.”

and you know i'm extra, so here's some visual inspo (honestly, any excuse show off my domestic boyfriend pics 🫣)

okay okay love you to the moon and back 🌝, i am not sorry for the feral sounds that will come out of me once this thing is posted (i will need to be put down) ❤️❤️❤️

about love | knj (m)

>> pairing bestfriend!namjoon x fem!reader

>> genre/au's childhood best friends to lovers | fluff | smut | crack

>> summary during your trip to the aquarium, namjoon blurts out something that creates an unexpected turn to your friendship.

>> word count 2.8k

>> warnings dry humping | fingering | handjob | missionary | soft romantic sex :') | protected sex | namjoon being namjoon aka a clumsy cutie

>> author's note living for the boyfie pics of joon hehe i hope u enjoy this drabble baby. i included everything u mentioned (minus angst lol) i hope u don't fall more in love with joon after reading this sjdfhcsjd

[keep in mind that i do not have taglists for request, and prompts are marked in bold! thank you.]

Sundays meant one thing for you and Namjoon. It’s the day of the week where you both spend time together. This time, it was Namjoon’s turn to pick and usually he would pick an art exhibition or his favorite museum but, surprisingly enough he picked an aquarium. 

You hadn’t been to one since you were five years old. It was on a school trip, you and Namjoon being forced to walk side by side and hold hands like the rest. That’s the only thing you remember — oh, and that silly inside joke that got created that day. 

There’s something everyone knows about Namjoon. He’s incredibly smart. Ever since he was little he was always infatuated by random but very important facts — as he called them. 

You were determined that jellyfishes were called roundy fishes. Which isn’t really a word but you were certain! It made sense to you, and Namjoon laughed when you shrieked how you were extremely excited to see the roundy fishes, until he discovered it was jellyfishes. Afterwards, he had made it his life mission to, one annoy you with the ridiculous name and two, give you every single fact about them. 

Till this day, Namjoon still teased you with that. 

The aquarium was the one from when you were small, basically where your friendship started to bloom. The thought of you being here with Namjoon almost 20 years later, made you nervous. A good nervous. 

On your 20th birthday, you realized you were in love with Namjoon. It wasn’t even a special moment. He was just suddenly holding a silly tiny cake with a few candles and pushing you to make a wish as you blew on them. In that moment you had looked at him and something sparked in your heart. People would call it butterflies, but you called it a spark. 

That spark never left. You weren’t exactly planning on ever telling him, his friendship meaning much more to you than ruining it by a confession. 

Therefore, you kept it hidden. But, today he’s making it hard. Especially by showing up with a cute white sweater and his glasses. 

Fuck. 

“Ready to go see some roundy fishes?” Namjoon says, teasing you by knocking his elbow into yours. 

“You’re still on that, I see.” You respond, trying to hide your smile as you both walk inside the aquarium. 

The blue lights are all over the place, decorations of every living creature hanging on the walls. 

Namjoon doesn’t even hesitate, dragging you by the arm directly towards the jellyfish. 

You’re stunned by how beautiful they look. They’re moving in slow motion, creating what seems to be a whole different universe behind glass. It almost reminds you of the clumps of lava, floating in a lava lamp after you turn it on and let it sit for a few hours. 

Somehow, you’re just standing in silence, admiring them silently while Namjoon stands next to you. He’s not saying anything either, but it’s a comfortable silence. It’s always like this with Namjoon. Just extreme comfort at all times. 

You finally decide to turn your head towards Namjoon, noticing how he’s staring at you already. His expression is something you’ve never seen before. You can’t exactly pinpoint what he’s thinking, which is usually your best skill. 

“What?” You ask. 

“I’m in love with you.” Namjoon blurts out. Your eyes pop open by his words, mouth dropping silently as well. 

What did he just say?!

“I—“ 

Namjoon seems to be getting out of his trance, smacking his lips and returning his gaze on the glass. 

“Did you know that jellyfishes are 95% water?” Namjoon changes the subject quickly, spilling out every fact he has on your favorite fish. 

“Namjoon.” 

“They actually also have really short lifespans.” He continues, ignoring how you called out his name. 

“Joonie.” 

Namjoon returns his eyes to you. The nickname always does it for him. 

“I’m sorry. I was just—“ He tries to explain before you cut him off. 

“I’m in love with you, clumsy.” 

Namjoon’s expression brings out a huge change. He begins to light up, almost turning the same color as the glowing jellyfishes. 

“What.” He breathes out. 

“Yeah.” You step closer. 

“Holy shit.” Namjoon suddenly says. “You’re serious.” He points out, as if it wasn’t obvious before. 

“You’re ridiculous.” You suddenly begin to laugh, your stomach feeling all kinds of weird because what just happened?! 

“Wait. Since when have you..” He starts off. 

“Since my 20th birthday.” You confess with confidence. 

“Ha.” Namjoon chuckles. “I win.” 

“Wait what?” You ask in confusion.

“Been in love with you ever since you called jellyfish roundy fishes.” 

Fuck. He has got to be kidding. 

“Please tell me you’re joking.” You say in disbelief. 

“No. Five year old Namjoon was definitely onto something.” He admits, humor laced in his tone. 

“Wow.” Your stomach just did a somersault. 

“Meaning, he’s been waiting to do something for a really long time.” Namjoon explains, moving closer to you, both of your chests brushing against one another. 

“Oh?” 

Namjoon smiles, his dimples becoming prominent before he dips his head, his lips about to reach yours until—

“Wait.” You put a hand on his chest, causing his brows to furrow. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I’m just… scared of losing you.” You admit. 

There’s not really anything to be afraid of, you know that. But this is Namjoon. Silly, smart, clumsy Namjoon who’s been by your side for as long as you remember. This is scary. What if you mess up? Then you’ll eventually lose Namjoon and—

“Hey.” Namjoon catches you out of your thoughts. 

“Don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. You’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.” Namjoon says, lightening up the room and washing every horrible thought away. 

You nod, agreeing because he’s not exactly wrong. You’re just about to step into something else, but one thing that will never change is Namjoon being your best friend. 

When Namjoon notices how you’re more relaxed, he takes the opportunity to finally kiss you. 

It’s like everything around you stops the moment your lips meet. You feel like you’ve floated into a completely different place. Namjoon hesitates with giving you more than a peck, so just as he’s about to pull away, you grab his nape letting them touch again. 

The kiss is slow. The kiss is the start of something. 

Finally, you pull away. Namjoon can’t stop smiling and your whole body has turned warm. 

Now, while you’re watching the jellyfish, Namjoon is holding your hand. They seem to fit so perfectly and your mind hasn’t even processed everything that just happened. But one thing you know for sure, is that you’ve never been happier. 

The rest of the day, you walk around, Namjoon telling you everything he knows about each species. But it’s different this time, because each time he gets excited you get the urge to kiss him again and do so. 

Namjoon doesn’t stop glowing the whole time you’re there, neither do you. 

After a few hours, you both decide to head home. Namjoon sits in the passenger seat while you hum out the song playing on the radio. 

When you finally arrive in front of his place, you both pause and look at each other again. 

“Do you… want to come in?” Namjoon offers, scratching his neck while asking. A gesture he does when he’s nervous. 

“I’d love to.” You seem more calm than he does. 

“Oh, okay!” Namjoon gets excited, hurrying himself out of the car while you begin to laugh. You’re so in love with him it has turned ridiculous. 

You’ve been in Namjoon’s apartment plenty of times. You could find everything with your eyes closed if you tried. This time, it’s a bit different. The atmosphere is clouded with love, while Namjoon scrambles to make you both some tea. 

He’s excited, yes, but nervous too. He’s not the only one, you’re just better at controlling it. 

When the tea has been made, you both sit down on his couch. He’s turned a few lamps on, the exposure of light dimmed which creates an oddly romantic vibe. Everything is unplanned. You’re just both living in the moment, talking and chatting about anything that comes to mind, while you play with his hair. 

Something starts to shift when Namjoon stops talking about space, and decides to kiss you instead. The kiss is different from the first one. This time you’re both aiming for the same goal. Namjoon still seems hesitant, careful with moving his body closer to yours — which causes you to lead. 

You pull Namjoon down on top of you, holding onto his waist as you continue to glide your lips above his. He tastes of peppermint tea, a taste you don’t really seem to mind. 

It’s going somewhere you’re both aware of. Normally you would’ve been scared in such a situation, thinking you’re moving too fast but you’ve both been waiting so long for this moment that it doesn’t exactly feel like that. 

Namjoon’s lips move from yours down to your neck, biting you gently before replacing it with his wet tongue. He’s really good at this. Fuck. 

For the first time you’re already slightly panting by a minor action. It’s more the thought of it being Namjoon doing this, that he’s the one you’re currently making out with on his couch and not some random person from tinder or someone you met at the club. No. This is your best friend. Your other half. The one who’s apparently been in love with you ever since the first day you got to know him. 

“I’m loving the extra things I’m getting.” You joke, running your fingers through his long strands while Namjoon giggles against your skin. 

“Yeah, good you’re not missing out anymore.” What a cocky bastard. 

“Mhm.” You hum, enjoying Namjoon hovering above you a tad bit too much. 

“Wait. Are we doing this?” Namjoon pauses, removing his face from your neck. He’s looking at you, raising his eyebrow in question. 

You pull him by the belt. “Yeah. We’re doing this.” You confirm, unbuckling his belt while Namjoon chuckles at your lack of patience. 

But he’s no better himself, because before you know it he’s working his hands on your zipper, failing miserably but somehow making it work and opening them. 

In sync, you both touch each other, groaning by the feeling. Namjoon feels big under your palm and he notices how you’re already wet from just a little hot make out sesh on his couch. 

“Shit—“ Namjoon curses, sliding his fingers up and down above the fabric while you’re cupping him. 

“Yeah.” 

The sensation grows with every touch, a desperation coming to the surface. You’re certain Namjoon is going to fuck you on this couch, but he has other plans. 

“Bedroom. Now.” He says in between pants. Too overwhelmed to form an actual sentence because holy shit you’re touching him, at this very moment. This isn’t a silly wet dream, no. This is real life and it’s about to happen. 

It looks silly how you both get up so fast, running towards Namjoon’s bedroom as if there’s hidden gold in there. Namjoon closes the door even though he lives alone and you’re already laying down on his bed, waiting for him to join you. 

The bed slightly dips when he joins you, grabbing your waist so you’re able to feel every inch of him as he kisses you softly. Your hands shamelessly feel his chest and arms, a weakness of yours when it comes to Namjoon and his body. 

You remember the first time you saw him after a while, his shoulders broader and more toned. You tried not to show him how your eyes raked all over his body, checking him out with zero shame. Thankfully, Namjoon was too excited to see you to notice and you’re grateful for that. 

But now, you can touch him there. Feel the edges of his muscles without having to wonder what they feel like. Fuck. You were right. They feel like a dream. 

Namjoon moans against your lips when your hand moves upwards beneath his shirt, his soft skin burning against yours. You knew he had abs, he’s mentioned once or twice he was doing an abs workout when you’ve called him during his workout hours but— he’s truly ripped. The prominent edges of his abs tense under your touch and your mind is immediately sent into a whirlwind. 

You grab onto his waist, moving him to hover above you once more. Although this time, Namjoon presses down on you, giving you a glimpse of how hard he is. He’s barely grazed his covered cock on you, and you’re whining beneath him, pulling him closer to kiss him more roughly. 

The sounds Namjoon makes are unreal. He’s groaning softly, but moaning with a raspy tone. It’s almost a bit embarrassing how wet you’ve become by simply dry humping a bit and being blessed by hearing Namjoon enjoying himself above you. 

You both go back to groping and touching one another, this time beneath the fabric that stands in the way. Namjoon’s cock feels heavy in your hand, the skin soft and the tip wet. You gain the courage to squeeze his cock gently, causing Namjoon to gasp while he’s dragging out his fingers on your slit. 

You tense when Namjoon’s thumb begins to circle on your clit. Namjoon grows a smile at your reaction, continuing as he drags two of his fingers inside of you with ease. He curls them when they’re fully inside, petting your g-spot and making you moan. You return the favor, stroking Namjoon’s cock and squeezing by the tip, circling your thumb over it. 

Now the question is, who’s going to give in first? 

Namjoon pulls himself upwards, his fingers still inside you, taking his free hand to remove his glasses and place them on the night table. With that, he also reaches for a condom in the drawer. 

As he moves downwards, he reconnects his lips with yours. The kiss is wet, messy and hot. It only makes you more excited to finally have sex with Namjoon. 

You’re both moaning, moving your bodies in sync, in search of friction but nothing will beat Namjoon being inside of you. The lack of patience starts to show for you when you pull his pants and boxers till mid thigh. His cock springs free, moving closer to your core. Namjoon pulls out his fingers, grabbing onto his cock and makes eye contact with you. 

You nod to his silent question, resulting in Namjoon to pull your pants and underwear completely off. You expect for Namjoon to get on with it, but instead he moves closer, grinding down on your naked core. His cock slips in between your lips, letting you feel him fully. 

“Shit—” You gasp, overwhelmed by how good it feels. 

“Yeah, baby.” Namjoon says in agreement, mouth slack as he continues to move. If he continues, you’re certain you can come like this. 

“Joonie, please.” You bite your lip, preventing a moan from escaping your lips. “Need you.” You mumble against his skin. 

You have never in your life seen Namjoon hurry as much as he does right now. He almost falls down on you, too excited to put on a condom. Luckily, he manages quickly, the condom sliding down with ease. 

With that, Namjoon circles his tip by your entrance, teasing you a bit. It causes you to move your hips, trying to aim for his cock but you fail. Namjoon bites back a smile, and carefully he starts to thrust, sliding with ease. The stretch feels incredible. 

After a few shallow thrusts, Namjoon manages to settle. He takes a second to enjoy how you feel wrapped around him before beginning to move. 

Holy fucking shit. Namjoon thrusts like a God. You’re already on edge, barely having him inside of you but you feel yourself coming close to an orgasm. 

Namjoon picks up a fast pace, grabbing both your hands and intertwining your fingers, settling them above your head. He gasps against your lips, biting down on them whenever you clench around him. 

“You feel like a fucking dream.” Namjoon pants, smiling down on you. Your skin grows hot by his compliment, nearing an end. 

With a few more thrusts from Namjoon, your back arches, a highly pitched moan slipping as you come undone all over him. Not long after, Namjoon’s cock twitches inside of you, spilling into the condom with a groan. 

You both lay in each other’s arms, skin sweaty and warm. Namjoon pulls out with ease, tossing the condom in a bin before moving back towards you. He lays in your arms and your hands move upwards to his hair. He hums in satisfaction, loving how your fingers feel scraping his scalp. 

“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” 

You pause, surprised he’s asking such a thing. 

“Why are you asking this when you can’t even boil an egg?” Namjoon gasps in offense, while you start to laugh over how ridiculous he is. 

“It was worth a try.” He says, giving a small peck to your neck. 

Kim Namjoon will be the death of you. 

© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

all mine | jjk (m)

summary - after a heated argument in the car, jungkook makes sure to set you straight in the only way he knows how.

pairing - jungkook x (f) reader

genre - smut/minor angst, established relationship

word count - 1.5k

song inspo - all mine by brent faiyaz (but also seven cause FUCKKKKKKK)

warnings - jealousy and misunderstandings, lowkey sexual harassment (not from jk ofc), explicit language (especially calling kook out his name 🫣), angry car sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex (yes yes bad we know), creampie, reader says sorry while she gets fucked and jk like doesn’t care 😭, they love each other a lot still

a/n - heard the explicit ver of seven and my jaw dropped and pussy started throbbing and this is the result of that :)

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Jungkook is having the worst possible time right now. When he came home from the studio this evening, he fully expected to see you laid out on the couch watching some random show in those tiny little pajamas he likes. He’d forget all his stress and the minor headache he’s had for the past hour and squeeze, and kiss, and touch his pretty girl to his heart’s content. He did not account for the fact that you’d be slipping into a form-fitting dress and fussing over how long it would take to do your hair and makeup.

“Um…where are you going?” he asks with a raised brow. “To the company dinner I told you about, remember? I told you about it before you left.” Jungkook does not in fact remember. How could he when his dick was stuffed down your throat and his eyes were rolled to the back of his head? But that was earlier, and this is now.

“Oh. Should I like, change or..” he trails off. In all honesty, he really didn’t want to go, he knows if he said as much you’d be completely fine with him staying home, the problem is he doesn’t want you to go either. You look over at him and see his cute little pout. You had a feeling he'd act this way, he had a tendency to be needy for your presence. You always found it endearing though, he was like a clingy puppy at times.

“Yes baby, wear something nice please, it's business casual but you know I can't pass up an opportunity to get dolled up,” you wink. He sighs wistfully and goes into your shared closet to find an acceptable dress shirt. Since your dress is gray he felt it was only right to wear a gray shirt with a black blazer overtop and some freshly pressed black slacks. You always call him corny when he tries to coordinate his outfits with yours but he knows you secretly love it. All he can do is hope the dinner is short so he can end the night with both of you fucked out in bed.

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He really tried to have a good time, honestly. You seemed to be making it very hard for him, however (both literally and figuratively). He couldn’t seem to stop staring at how good you looked in your dress, the way his hands itched to caress your curves drove him insane. And not to mention how everytime you’d politely laugh at whatever your coworker was saying, your boobs would jiggle like they were purposely trying to taunt him. If Jungkook had his way, he would’ve taken you in the restaurant bathroom by now, but he promised before you two left to be good. But you just make it so, so hard for him.

“_____? Oh my god, how are you? I haven’t seen you in ages!” You turn to see the source of the familiar voice only to find an old friend from high school. “Chris? Holy shit I didn’t know you worked here! I’m good, it feels like we haven’t talked in forever,” you say cheerily. Jungkook slightly furrows his brow, Chris? You never mentioned a Chris before. As he watched the two of you catch up, he couldn’t help but notice the dark look in Chris’ eye. The way he seemed to look down at your breasts and ass more than he did your eyes. He knew exactly what that look meant, and he had no intention of watching him continue on with it. What especially irritated him was how naive you seemed to be to it. How could you not see that Chris wasn’t listening to a word you said? But the last straw was seeing him lean in for a hug and watching his hands slowly but surely make their way to your lower back, dangerously close to your ass.

“Ok that’s enough,” Jungkook said gruffly. He tugged you out of his arms and swiftly pulled you along out of the restaurant. “Jungkook what the fuck?” You were honestly surprised he was handling you like this, who the fuck does he think he is to be gripping on your arm like you’re some kind of bad child?

“Get in the car,” he says sternly. He must’ve lost his damn mind. “Excuse me?” Where was this coming from? Just a second ago he seemed fine, why is he acting so pissy all of a sudden? “What the fuck is your problem Jungkook? What are you so mad about?” you ask desperately. He says nothing as he opens the passenger’s door and waits for you to get in. You scoff and sit down, rolling your eyes while doing so. He always hated when you rolled your eyes at him, and frankly, it was pissing him off even more. But it’s ok. He knows how to get that little bratty attitude you had to go away.

He gets into his seat and takes a deep breath. “So. You and Chris seem close huh,” he says calmly. You raise a brow and look at him with utter confusion. “Uh no, not really. I haven’t talked to him since I graduated,” you reply. He gives a huff of laughter and shakes his head. “Then why exactly was he giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes baby?” Realistically he knows he’s being overdramatic. Chris was obviously being a creep and you just so happened to be the person he set his eyes on. But Jungkook’s been annoyed the whole night, and it seemed like this was the catalyst for his patience.

“How should I know? It’s not like I was purposely trying to seduce him!” you say exasperatedly. This is ridiculous! Does he think you wanted to make him jealous or something? For what? He was making zero sense right now, and all it was doing was making you angry.

You two went back and forth for what couldn’t be more than 10 minutes before saying something you knew you should’ve never said. “Fuck Jungkook, why are you being such a little bitch right now,” you exclaim, annoyed. His eyes widen slightly before his entire face hardens. You’ve never seen him look so serious. “Come here.” He leans his seat back slightly and looks at you expectantly. “Baby I-“ “I wasn’t asking,” he interrupts. You’re so fucked.

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“Fuu-uu-uuuck m’ sorry! M’ so sorry!” you cry out into the steadily rocking car. Jungkook grips your hips tight as he pulls you up and down on his fat dick. “Sorry? Oh, but I thought I was a bitch? What happened baby?” he grunts. This is exactly what he needed. He's been pent up ever since he got home and he needed to pound into this tight cunt to relieve all this pent-up stress he’s been feeling.

“N-no! Didn’t mean it I promise daddy, promise!” Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. You’re so fucking close. He’s hitting your g-spot with precision, angling his hips in just the right way to take you over the edge. His big, strong hands move down to your behind and grab each globe. He holds you still and pistons into you with an ever-growing speed.

“Don’t give this pussy to anyone else, do you hear me? he pants as he throws his head back in ecstasy. “Whose pussy is this?” he questions. “It’s yours, daddy! Yours yours yours, no one else’s!” you moan out. His moans start raising in pitch as he works his throbbing length in and out of you. Your wetness staining his dress pants and his seat. “Uhhhh fuckkk I’m almost there princess I’m right there hold on baby,” he babbles.

You bring your hands to the back of his neck to lift his head to yours, making sure those pretty doe eyes of his look directly into yours. “C'mon, daddy. Cum in your pussy,” you say seductively. His eyes shut tightly as he lets out a loud whine. His hips still and press into you as deep as your walls will allow him as he paints them white. Feeling his warmth overflow from inside of you triggers your orgasm right away, you tuck your head into his neck as you sob and shake.

Jungkook wraps his arms around you and kisses your head repeatedly as you both breathe heavily and try to bring yourselves down from the intense moment. He squeezes you into his arms as if you’ll disappear if he doesn’t have a strong hold on you. His kisses go down to your face where he peppers them all over your cheeks and lips, whispering how much he loves you and how good you were for him.

“I love you so much ____ please don’t ever leave me,” he whimpers into your mouth. You pull away and look at him incredulously. “Baby…why would I leave you?” you ask softly. “I just…I don't know. I guess I got a little insecure back at the restaurant. I know it's stupid but, for a second it really seemed like I was losing you.” he explains sadly. You frown and give him a long, heartfelt kiss. “Koo baby, I don't even think about anyone else when I have you. You're all I need.” He blushes and grants you his precious bunny smile.

“My big jealous baby, you know I love you.” ♡

All Bite, No Bark 🔞🔞🔞

Summary: You’ve been in a loving relationship with Jimin for the past three years. You’ve never wanted anything more than him, until lately when your heart has been swayed by Namjoon. You try to hide, but as always, Jimin knows you better.

Genre: Smut, fluff.

Tags: non-idol au, threesome (lol obviously), lap dance, thigh grinding, oral (m and f. receiving), edging, breeding kink (f.), hand kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, sub space, aftercare!!!!!!

W/C: 4237 (4.2k)

A/N: Welcome to hell babes. Hope you packed sunscreen <3

If there’s one thing you love and hate about Jimin, it’s that you can’t hide anything from him.

You see, you’re madly in love with Jimin. He’s perfect for you in terms of personality, you fit like two pieces of a puzzle, especially in the bedroom. But lately, you have to admit your gaze has been straying.

“Oh, fuck’s sake.” Namjoon curses, missing his shot again. 

The boys laugh, including Jimin, who is leaning against his pool cue. He smiles at you brightly, proud of you for winning against Namjoon. You glance at him, smiling, but you are admittedly quite distracted.

It’s not meant to be like this. It’s just a gathering of you and your boyfriend’s friends at your place. Jimin’s friends have been nothing but respectful to you since day one, and yet here you are, throwing it back in their faces.

Your eyes flicker to Namjoon’s formal attire. He’s dressed in a crisp white shirt whose sleeves are rolled up out of the way and a set of black trousers. All the boys are dressed in some variation of that, having just returned from Namjoon’s cousin’s wedding. You would’ve gone with, but you had to work late tonight so instead you invited them over for some drinks and a game of pool to make up for being unable to go. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. So why do your eyes keep flickering to the veins lining Namjoon’s arms, and the way his big, strong hands grip the edges of the pool table? 

It’s not even like it’s the first time you’ve seen the boys in suits. They wear them all the time! You can’t even recall the number of times you have tied Jimin’s tie for him, with your lover insisting he can do it himself every time. But it’s a front, Jimin always just tilts his head down with a loving smile and lets you do it. Just like now, you glance at him, smiling at you completely unaware.

It’s not like you do it on purpose, but it’s been eating away at you slowly. Every time Namjoon comes over for dinner, you see his wide shoulders trapped in a hoodie and it undoes something in your chest. Every time you hear Namjoon’s deep, reassuring voice as he and Jimin talk about their worries over a glass of wine. Every time Namjoon comes close to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as he passes or brushing the small of your back to get around you. And God, don’t even begin to think about all the times Namjoon comes over, helping put together furniture in nothing but a fitted tee and skinny jeans – or all the times he and Jimin come back from the gym, both of their muscles shining with sweat.

“Babe?” Jimin whispers, and you look at him. Jimin sees the conflict in your eyes and pulls you away from the group. He cups your face with one hand, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. Even that reminds you of Namjoon, as your traitorous mind wonders what it would feel like if that were his hand instead. You try to pull away, but Jimin holds you in place. His eyes wander over your face. “Are you okay? You look tired.”

“See, I told you that angle was wrong!” Namjoon teases Seokjin, who is now agonizing over the less than ideal shot he just took. You glance at Namjoon, who catches your eye. You see his smile waver, like he can tell you’re worried. You look away from him and back to Jimin, your partner of three years, and guilt pangs your heart. You don’t know how to explain this to Jimin, how to tell him you’ve been dreaming about another man.

“I’m okay, baby.” You reassure Jimin with a fake smile, pulling back. You glance at the chip bowl, which is now almost empty. “I’ll go get some chips.” You say, more to yourself than to anyone else.

You walk over to the small kitchen in your basement, only a few metres away from the pool table. You rummage through the snack drawer, trying to decide if you should refill the same flavour or another flavour.

“Y/N, where’s the—” Namjoon’s voice starts, way too close to you.

You jump back, startled to find Namjoon right beside you. Namjoon looks surprised, but is still holding an empty can of beer in hand. Knowing what he’s asking you for, you open the fridge and pass him a new beer without looking.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asks, craning his head to get a better look at you. His hand reaches out for your arm and you can’t take it anymore.

“Can—” You start, louder than you mean to be. A few paces away, the others’ heads turn. You catch a glimpse of Jimin’s worried expression before you look away. You take a step backwards. “Can you not come close to me please?” You whisper.

A long moment passes, and you dare to glance up at Namjoon. It’s worse than you expected – he looks hurt. Namjoon scratches the back of his neck, putting a nervous smile on his face. “Sorry.” He says simply, then turns and walks back to the pool table. The others exchange glances, wondering what happened between the two of you, but then go back to the game.

You think you’re in the clear until later that evening, as the boys are leaving. “Namjoon, can you give me a hand with something before you go?” Jimin says, sliding an arm around your waist.

Namjoon looks confused, then nods. “Yeah, what’s up?” He asks, coming over.

“Want us to wait outside for you?” Hoseok offers to Namjoon.

Jimin waves Hoseok off. “It’s cold out, you guys go first. I’ll call Namjoon a cab when we’re done.”

The others nod, not questioning Jimin’s words. Namjoon himself looks confused as to what Jimin needs him for, but if he has a problem with being held back, he doesn’t show it.

“Bye Y/N!” Taehyung yells as they leave. 

“Thanks for having us!” Jungkook smiles, and you smile back nervously. The door shuts with a final, damning click.

You glance between Namjoon and Jimin, who are both looking at you now. Namjoon looks between the two of you like he’s trying to piece together what’s going on. “Did you need something, Y/N?” Namjoon asks.

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

You look at Jimin, who answered yes for you. There’s a strange look in Jimin’s eyes, amused but at the same time something darker. Lust. You realize.

“Y/N wanted to give you a good night kiss, but was too shy to ask in front of the others.” Jimin says, not looking away from you. You feel his hand tighten at your waist.

You look at Namjoon, who looks slightly dumbstruck. You see his cheeks fill with pink, and your own face feels like it’s on fire. 

“Babe, you can’t just say things like that!” You say, scandalized.

“Why? It’s true you want him, don’t you?” Jimin says simply, like he’s talking about the weather.

You want to cry. You grab Jimin’s hand, feeling like your whole world might crumble if you don’t hold onto him now. “No. I-I never— please, baby.” You say.

Jimin blinks, his expression softening at the fear in your expression. “It’s okay. I know this has been building for a while babe.” Jimin explains, and you feel like dirt for being caught. Jimin sees your face redden in shame, and then turns to Namjoon. “Be honest, hyung. You think Y/N’s beautiful, don’t you?”

Namjoon looks at the ground, then at you. “I do.” He mumbles.

Jimin looks back at you, unphased. “Then what’s the problem? We’re all adults here.” You’re stunned. You never thought Jimin would be okay with you having sexual thoughts about Namjoon. You and Namjoon open your mouths in unison, but Jimin cuts you off. “I have one condition though.”

You try to speak again, but Namjoon cuts you off this time. “Anything.” He says, and you look at him, bewildered. The Namjoon you find looking back at you is now nothing like the Namjoon you know. There’s a hunger in his eyes, and you see his tongue protrude against his cheek as he looks you up and down. 

Jimin uses his index finger to guide your chin towards him. “I'll decide when she comes.” You feel like the wind has been knocked out of your lungs, unable to utter a single word. Jimin smirks. “Aren’t you going to invite our guest upstairs, my love?”

“Yes, sir.” You whisper, and Jimin kisses your forehead in reward.

You reach out and take Namjoon’s hand in yours. Namjoon looks down at your joined hands for a moment, then back at you. For just a split second, you see a flicker of the sweet man you know. But it’s gone as fast as it came.

You lead Namjoon upstairs, and Jimin follows. 

You let go of Namjoon’s hand when you enter the bedroom, coming over to sit on the king sized bed. You sit on the edge, hands folded in your lap obediently. 

“Colours?” Jimin prompts, loosening his tie. Beside him, Namjoon sets his Rolex on the nightstand.

“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.” You breathe.

Jimin comes over to you, towering over you. He cups your face and tilts your head up. He kisses you slowly and with passion, until you’re whining for more. 

Jimin chuckles, breaking the kiss. Beside the two of you, Namjoon is licking his lips. You look at him, and Namjoon reaches out, patting your head. It feels oddly loving despite this being the only time he’s ever touched you romantically. “She’s cute isn’t she?” Jimin brags, and Namjoon chuckles darkly. 

“So cute.” Namjoon agrees. Then, he glances at Jimin. “What can I do?”

“For now, you can kiss her.” Jimin shrugs, walking over to the armchair beside the bed. “I’ll call the shots.”

Namjoon leans down, kissing you deeply. Unlike Jimin, Namjoon is impatient. He wants you badly, you can tell by the way he licks into your mouth and gives you no room to fight for control. He’s got you where he knows you want to be.

“Y/N. Come here.” Jimin orders. You break out of the kiss, feeling dizzy. Namjoon grins down at you, almost boyishly, and it drives you mad.

You stand up and walk over to your lover. The two of you watch you play with your hands nervously and press your thighs together. Jimin reaches out and runs his nails up and down your side, then down your thigh and back up again, like he’s in no particular rush. That, combined with the thoughtful tapping of his foot sends goosebumps down your skin. “What would you like me to do, sir?” You ask after a few moments of silence. 

Jimin tugs you closer by the hip. “I think I want a lap dance tonight.” He says quietly, but you know it’s not a request. The dim rays cast by the bedside table magnify the shadows on Jimin’s face, and even in half-darkness, you know your lover well. He doesn’t mind Namjoon touching you, but the glint in his eyes tells you he won’t let either of you forget that you’re his first and foremost.

You strip down out of your clothes, into just your underwear. You’re not wearing anything sexy, but Jimin doesn’t care. He just smirks to himself as you lean over him, your hair falling down in his face. One hand comes to undo his belt, and the other reaches back—

Smack. The sound echoes in the room. Your thighs clench together.

“That’s for trying to hide from me.” Jimin says. He delivers another slap to the other cheek. You let out a small whine. “And that’s for thinking I’d get mad at you.”

You straddle Jimin’s lap, and his hands come to grip your hips. You roll your hips a few times, biting back a smile at the feeling of Jimin’s half-hard member. 

“Show him.” Jimin orders, and you stand up. You make eye contact with Namjoon, then roll your hips back against Jimin’s lap. As you do that, Jimin unfastens your bra with one hand. You let him take it off you and tilt your head back against his shoulder. You can feel yourself getting wetter under their gaze, and grind down against Jimin.

Jimin smacks your clothed vagina. You whimper, but Jimin won’t have any of it. 

“Help Namjoon out of those trousers.” Jimin orders, pushing you off his lap. 

Namjoon spreads his legs, seated comfortably at the edge of the bed. You come over to him, and clench your thighs at the sight of him – wide shoulders, veiny arms, thick thighs. Oh, how you’d love to serve him. “What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” Namjoon asks, reaching up to play with your breasts. He leans in, sucking at one nipple and playing with the other with his free hand. You moan, then gasp when he bites your nipple.

“Stay focused.” Namjoon orders, and lets go of your chest. 

You pout, but reach down and help Namjoon take his cock out of his trousers. It’s hard already and larger than you expected. You turn back to Jimin, a desperate look in your eyes. Jimin chuckles. “You’re basically salivating, baby.” You pout and Jimin looks amused. “Suck him off like a good girl.”

You get down on your knees, closing your eyes as you taste Namjoon’s member. You feel his hand twist in your hair, pulling you in closer. It’s hard to get to the base, but neither of them say anything, knowing you’re desperate to be good right now.

After a few moments, Namjoon pulls you off him. He looks at your messy appearance, and wipes the drool off your bottom lip. “Doing okay, sweetheart?” Namjoon checks, and you nod, that familiar fuzzy feeling beginning to creep in again.

You glance back at Jimin, who is now stroking himself. “Jimin.” You say in a hoarse voice.

Jimin pauses, then leans forward, eyebrows knitting together. “What’s the colour, baby?” he asks.

“Green.” You answer, but then pause. “Can I have a kiss please?” 

Namjoon and Jimin chuckle at the same time, but exchange relieved looks when you’re not looking. Jimin pulls you into his lap so that you’re facing Namjoon. “Is it getting too hard to hold in your orgasm? You can always ask us to slow down or stop.” Jimin promises, peppering kisses down your neck. 

You shake your head. “Wanna be good.” You say. Jimin cups your cheek and brings you in for a deep kiss.

“Always good. So good.” He reassures you. “Isn’t that right, Namjoon?”

“That’s right.” Namjoon chimes in immediately, touching himself. His eyebrows furrow at the blissed out look on your face as Jimin runs his hands up and down your torso, playing with your nipples. “Such a good girl for us.”

You whimper as Jimin’s hands stroke the insides of your thighs, ever-so-close to your throbbing centre. You want him to take you, want him to show Namjoon how you belong to him. The thought of it alone has you wriggling in Jimin’s lap for more. “Sir.” You say.

Jimin kisses behind your ear. He knows what you’re asking for. “Be patient. You’ll get to come when I say so.” Jimin rubs your clit over your panties teasingly, the touch so light you should barely be able to feel it but instead it makes your whole body jolt. “Now go lay on Namjoon’s lap, facing me.”

You get off Jimin’s lap and walk over to Namjoon, who is now sitting in the bed. You lay yourself over his lap, thighs against his thighs and your belly against the duvet. You turn your head towards Jimin, and he gives you a smile. 

“Why don’t you tell Namjoon what you like about him?” Jimin prompts. You whine.

“Sir!” 

Jimin doesn’t care for your complaints, not truly unless you change colours. And as much as Jimin knows you, Jimin knows your body just as well. If he thought you couldn’t take it, he wouldn’t make you do it.

You lick your lips, still looking at Jimin. At the same time, Namjoon’s hands gently stroke your ass. “I-I like his wide shoulders.”

Namjoon peels back your panties, and you raise your ass to let him take them off you.

Jimin looks like he wants to take a picture of your blushing face and frame it. “Mm-hmm. And what else?”

“I-I like his strong thighs. Like, they’re strong but look kind of squishy too.” You mumble. Namjoon chuckles above you. You feel him reach between your legs, spreading your folds teasingly.

“And?”

“And I love his hands. They’re so big and veiny and oh—”

Namjoon has slipped one finger inside of you, and it goes with no resistance. You’re dripping, and you wish you had it in you to be mortified but you’re too turned on to care.

“Is that so?” Jimin asks, watching your eyes flutter closed in pleasure as Namjoon works his index finger in and out of you. “So you don’t like my hands then?”

“No!” You say, eyes wide open now. “I like both.” You pout.

Jimin grins, knowing damn well what he’s doing. “Namjoon, put a second in. She can take it.”

And damn Park Jimin for knowing you so well. The second finger goes without resistance, too. You moan, loving the stretch. 

“Isn’t that a good girl?” Jimin says, continuing to stroke himself. “Hmm? Do you like being used by Namjoon in front of me?”

You grind down at Jimin’s dirty words. “Yes, sir. I do, I really do.” You answer.

“I bet you’d do anything to be good, wouldn’t you?” Jimin taunts. “Hmm? I bet you’d even let Namjoon come inside you if he so much as asked.”

As if to prompt your answer, Namjoon’s free hand comes down to your clit and rubs at it. It feels so good and he doesn’t let up that you think you might get your release until he stops. You whine. “Sir.”

“Jimin asked you a question, sweetheart.” Namjoon says, almost like he’s telling you off. 

You pout at Jimin, who looks unbothered. “I want to come.” You say.

Jimin laughs. “So?”

You glare at him. “I want Namjoon to come inside me.” You say, and Jimin looks genuinely surprised for a split second. You’ve never let anyone except Jimin come inside you, so this is a first. Maybe you’re just being petty, but you want an upper hand over Jimin. Although, if you could think past your lust-filled haze, you would know that’s a game you can’t win.

Jimin and Namjoon exchange looks, then Jimin rolls his eyes. “Well, you heard the lady.”

Namjoon pulls you off his lap, and you kneel on the bed. He looks at you for a moment. “Can I really?” He asks. 

You’re distracted by his strong arms gripping your waist right now, but your answer is set in stone. You want this man to have his way with you, even if that means you can’t walk tomorrow. “Yes, please.”

You’re getting manhandled into doggy position when Jimin puts on a fake-shocked expression. “Now, babe. You’re not going to make our guest do all the work, are you?”

“No, sir.” You reply obediently.

Jimin grins, having fun bugging you. He watches as you lay Namjoon down and straddle his lap facing him. You lower yourself onto Namjoon’s cock, the two of you groaning at the same time. He’s big, and it’s not that Jimin is not, but that you’ve never had a monstrosity like this inside you. You think if you so much as move wrong you might get pregnant.

The sheets rustle as Jimin gets on the bed. He comes behind you, and plays with your nipples. “He’s big, isn’t he?” Jimin asks the obvious.

You can only whimper in response. “Gonna be good for us?” Jimin checks. “Not going to come without permission, right?”

You shake your head. “No, sir.” You say, and that’s enough for Jimin to lay back against the pillows beside you two. 

You only manage to ride Namjoon for about a minute before the urge to come takes over. You still, chewing your bottom lip and tossing your head back. You’re just about to move again when Namjoon’s patience is maxed.

“That’s enough.” Namjoon grunts. “Here, I’ve got you.”

You let Namjoon flip you over, until you’re lying against the pillows and he’s behind you. He slides in to the hilt and you raise yourself onto your hands, gripping the sheets for purchase. Namjoon wraps one big arm around your chest, just under your breasts. The other, he places on your throat. “Is that okay?” He checks.

You glare at Jimin, wishing you could fucking come. Jimin laughs, and smacks your clit with his hand.

“You two look so cute.” Jimin jeers as Namjoon all but fucks the life out of you. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d thought you were trying to get knocked up, babe.”

You sigh at the idea of being filled up, completely owned and taken care of. Jimin knows you love that feeling, the feeling of being completely his. “Sir.” You say, clenching around Namjoon. “Please, please.” Jimin sticks his thumb in your mouth to get you to stop pleading.

“Namjoon, come in her.” Jimin orders, and Namjoon does, holding you down as he does it. 

You barely get a minute to breathe when Namjoon slips out of you and Jimin flips you over. Jimin enters you in one fluid motion, and pins your hands down against the sheets.

“How cute, Namjoon stretched you out.” Jimin teases, making you and Namjoon groan simultaneously. Jimin moans as he slides into you, the cum inside you making everything slippery and sound obscene. You tilt your head back against the sheets. 

“Sir, please.” You beg, and Jimin takes the hint. He takes both of your wrists in one hand and reaches down with the other to rub your clit.

“Such a good girl, fuck.” Jimin curses. “Who do you belong to?”

“Yours, sir, please!” You beg, almost near the point of tears.

“And what do you want from me?”

“I want you to come in me, please, please.” You beg. “Please I wanna come with you, sir.”

“Come.” Jimin orders and the orgasm that rips through you leaves you shaking.

Jimin lays down against you, whispering sweet nothings and kissing your neck. You’re catching your breath when you notice Namjoon looks a little awkward. You smile at him, motioning him to come closer. Namjoon lays down next to you, and the three of you catch your breath. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Namjoon asks you, glancing at Jimin.

You kiss him first. “You dummy, you just came inside of me.” You tell him, making Jimin laugh.

Namjoon pouts. “Yeah, but Jimin said I could then.” 

Jimin grabs the tissue box from the night stand and starts wiping you down. You give him a kiss and Jimin kisses you back sweetly. He tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “That’s only in bed, Namjoon. She runs this house.”

Namjoon laughs. “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me, considering she’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

You wink at Namjoon, and the three of you giggle.

“Are you sure no one is going to catch on?” You ask. Jimin rolls his eyes, continuing to towel dry his hair. 

“No one will know, babe. It’s our secret.”

You look at Namjoon, who’s currently fighting for his life to get the last corner of the fitted sheet on. “Yeah, I suppose so.” You think, looking at Namjoon.

Namjoon catches you looking and smiles. “Jimin, hurry up or we’re starting the K-drama without you.”

Jimin jogs over from the ensuite bathroom only to find you two sharing a pack of chocolates. Jimin scoffs. “What is this couple bullshit going on over here?” He asks, sliding into bed. You pop a chocolate into his mouth. Jimin is pleased, and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Namjoon, on the other hand, is holding your hand between his.

“You feeling okay, though? I wasn’t too rough?” Namjoon checks for the nth time.

“Namjoon, what did I say about this woman running our house—”

“Jimin shut up.” You say, eyes lighting up. “God, why is that man so hot?” You complain about the main character on screen, making both Jimin and Namjoon arch a brow.

“I’m going to fight him.” Jimin says.

“No you won’t.” You say, pressing a quick kiss to Jimin’s lips. “If you were that jealous, Namjoon wouldn’t be in our bed right now.”

Jimin considers it. “Yeah, but I like Namjoon.” He concedes.

Namjoon looks shy then. 

“Don’t let your guard down, Joon.” You warn. “This man is all bite, no bark.” 

Jimin pretends to bite your neck for dramatic effect.

Namjoon and Jimin exchange smiles at your laughter. Without speaking, they pull in closer to you. They hold you until the sweet, post-coital haze eases you to sleep. When you’re no longer awake, they take turns kissing your forehead. It’s too early to tell what this could blossom into, but you know one thing for sure. This feels much better than holding it in.

Tonight We're Dancing | idol Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader

summary: All I wanna do is stare into your eyes all night long.

Established relationship. Married. Mention of kids.

Genre: Fluff. Drabble.

A/n: first fic for the new year. Took all of December off from writing on Tumblr, but I'M BACK. This fic is based on a song named: Tonight We're Dancing by Chris Young. And Sorry for any mistakes.

The lights are turned down low, and time is lost between shared smiles and glasses of red wine.

Barefoot in the kitchen on hardwood floors, Namjoon is spinning you along to a Lana Del Rey song. Your head dips back in drunk laughter like you swallowed the sun, and he looks at you like he's fallen in love with you for the very first time. And when it's just him and you alone, all he does is want to stare into your eyes all night long.

He pulls you in. Heart-to-heart and Hand-to-hand you and Namjoon dance from one end of the kitchen to the other end, stepping over toys the kids left lying around.

Namjoon steals kisses from you. Then steals a few more. He doesn't remember how long it's been since you two had alone time like this. Between work and the kids, you and he were pretty busy.

So tonight is all about you and him, even if it is just dancing in circles and drinking until you and him are a laughing mess.

“You look so good in love,” Namjoon whispered as he leaned in, kissing your lips with a slow, long, drawn-out kiss.

He's savoring every second of you—it'll be a while before you and he has time like this again.

Namjoon hands move to your waist, softly squeezing and pulling you more into him.

You give yourself away to him, melting against his body. You taste the semi-sweet red wine on his warm soft lips. His kiss sent your head spiraling and your stomach swirling with butterflies.

When he goes to pull away, you can't help but grab him by his shirt, tugging him back down to you for another kiss. You're needy and greedy, even. Namjoon knew if you kept kissing him the way you did, he would end up taking you to the bedroom.