Attitude | Drabble (Namjoon)

Attitude | Drabble (Namjoon)

anonymous: Hi! I'ma join the drabble game i just saw it on my notifs that i was tagged. Anyways i like your writings and stories so I hope i get to read some more in the future and i only really follow the authors i find that have great writing styles cause I am a bit picky when it comes to that stuff. It’s up to you who’s bts member/members your gonna use but imma request some kinks for the drabble. Spit kink and choking kink please 🥺

Rating/genre: M (18+), established relationship; smut 💖 Pairings: Fem!Reader x Namjoon/RM Warnings: Explicit smut, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader, playful brattiness, size kink, choking, spit kink, manhandling, reader is described as small in comparison to Joon but like he’s a big boy so, he actually picks her up and carries her, fxod mentions Word Count: 1.4k (i’m just going to establish officially that for me drabbles are 1-2k lol) Summary: Your boyfriend is needy. Or are you the needy one? Neither of you really knows. But you’ll both endlessly bug the other about it. 

“Oh my god, stop!” you exclaimed, scoffing through a laugh as Namjoon stole a piping hot bite of the meal you were still cooking. “Can you just wait?”

“You’re so cranky today,” he said through a smile, sliding behind you instead to hook his arms around your waist. 

“Oh, yeah, this is much better,” you noted sarcastically, elbowing him as you stirred to emphasize your point that he was in the way.

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(221224 | gayo daejeon) hyunjin ϟ christmas eveL [fancam]

yoongi making this year the bestest by having long, black hair 5.0 {5th gif cr. pm5_twt}

sub yn dry humps her step daddy joon while watching a movie trying to keep quiet

I have nothing to say except once again: I am sorry lmao

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: cheating, manipulation, pseudo incest, corruption kink, dry humping, slight age gap, daddy kink, dirty talk

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He always said angels like you didn't belong in heaven; they belonged in daddy's lap. His wedding ring was nothing but proof of his conquest, the sacrifices he had to make in order to get to you. It took more patience than he thought he was capable of devoting to a cause, but every single second was worth seeing an angel like you fall - straight into his open arms.

"Quiet, baby," he whispered, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. "You don't want your mother to wake up, do you?"

He could feel you quiver against him at the question, shame making your breath hitch. And yet there was not enough of it to stop the grinding of your hips, and Namjoon didn't think he's ever been harder. So many nights he dreamed of having you just like this, bouncing you up and down in his lap and making you call him daddy.

It turned out he didn't have to make you do anything.

"Yeah," he groaned quietly. "Just like that."

You rubbed up against his cock like a good girl, your cunt so deliciously wet his trousers were stained.

"Keep going for daddy."

You tightened your arms around his neck, moaning into his ear. The sound shot straight to his dick, precum already leaking from the swollen tip. He wanted nothing more than to put it inside you and fuck you stupid, destroying the rest of your inhibitions and halo in the process.

Angels like you didn't need halos; they needed fetters. And like any good man, Namjoon had his rosary blessed before luring you in and making it into a leash for you. He knew exactly what to do and what to say to tear down your morals. He had years of experience ahead of you, and he didnt care about the consequences as long as you kept rubbing up against his cock like that.

The movie you've been watching became nothing more than background noise, assissting you in hiding some of the depravity that was going on under the blanket. His wife was all the way upstairs, blissfully unaware of it all. Still, better safe than sorry; he had yet to feel all of you. He had yet to bury himself inside you. And this game could last so much longer with no interruptions in the way. He didn't think he could be responsible for his actions if you got caught and tried to cut him out of your life because of some semblance of guilt stirring in your soul.

Namjoon knew better than to celebrate catching an angel before clipping their wings. You still needed a little time.

He groaned into your neck, his hand gripping and kneading the soft flesh of your ass. It was not enough to feel like you this. All the fabric in the way was robbing him off too many sensations he craved, and he craved endlessly when it came to you.

He lifted his head and searched your eyes, placing both of his hands on your hips, calculating his next move.

His tongue parted your lips before he could really decide, his kiss deep and slow and nasty. These were the kind of kisses that daddy only saved for you, he said, for his good girl whom he loved with every inch of his being.

And every inch of his being throbbed with lust as you kissed him back.

He pulled away to peek in between your bodies, then back into your eyes again, shining and so beautifully hazy with the need that reflected his. If eyes were the windows to the soul, his image was forever imprinted on yours.

"Baby," he breathed quietly, his fingers already working on unzipping his pants. "Let me feel you."

Your thighs clenched around him, but your head snapped up to the dark corridor on the side in alarm.

"But what if-"

He pulled your head down to his and kissed you again, not interested in hearing the rest of the sentence. If anything, he was quite offended you could still think straight, but Namjoon was a lenient father, and a forgiving one at that.

With one hand he reached inside his briefs and took his cock out, aching and stiff all for you. A sigh fled his lips, relief mingling with greed.

"Up, baby," he mumbled. "Come on. Up."

With a little hesitation, you lifted your hips, your grip on his shoulders hard. His fingers carefully reached for your panties, his cock twitching when he felt the soaked cotton. He carefully pulled them aside, resisting the urge to touch you, his stomach twisted too tightly to handle any teasing.

"Now be a good girl and take a seat, baby."

He held his cock down for you, hypnotized by the way you began to lower yourself onto it, every second stretching into eternity. His back arched when he felt the heat of your cunt finally slide along its length, coating it with your wetness.

That was all it took to get you back into your rhythm, grinding back and forth against him and moaning into his ear. It felt too good; you felt too good to be true.

"Mm, shit, isn't this much- ah- much fucking better, angel?"

You whined in response, and his eyes almost rolled back, the heat tingling on his skin becoming too much. He wanted to rip that damn blanket off you and throw it to the ground, watch your pussy grind against his dick and come. But if it gave you a sense of security and pushed you to hump him faster, who was he to take that away?

"F-fuck, you're dripping all over me," he groaned. His hand found its way to your chest, thumb rubbing your nipple through your shirt. "Who made you this wet, huh?"

You knew better than not to answer him by now, though your reply still came out in an adorable stutter.

"Y-you, d-daddy, oh-"

Namjoon groaned again, low and guttural. He was so close. The thought of his cum making your little cunt even messier and wetter than it already was made his jaw and his balls clench.

"That's right, angel," he nodded, getting more desperate, reaching to squeeze and touch whatever parts of you he could access. "So be a good girl and come all over daddy's cock, yeah?"

He pushed your ass into his lap harder, your moans growing too loud in the stillness of the house.

"Quiet, be fucking quiet," he gritted. "Oh, fuck-"

Instinctively, his hand shot up to your mouth, two fingers forcing their way inside. You accepted them eagerly, without much thought, sucking and twirling your tongue. It was enough to muffle the sound of you moaning; but the feeling of that tight, wet heat, and the sight of your pretty lips stuffed full had him coming on the spot. His cock twitched under your cunt, releasing hot ropes of cum, his back arching against the couch. He could feel a gush of your own release flood him as you whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders.

"Oh fuck," he cursed, voice raising in pitch before dropping significantly. "Yeaaah. Fuck."

He didn't realize his eyes fell shut until he opened them, greeted by a sight that made his stomach jump. You looked so pretty and fucked out, drool leaking from your still stuffed mouth.

Gently, Namjoon slipped his fingers out of it, allowing you to collapse into his embrace. He wrapped an arm around you, his eyes stuck on the spit shining on his digits, sticking to his wedding ring.

You were fucking perfect. So worth this ridiculous show he had to put on every day of his life.

Although he would be lying if he said that he wasn't beginning to fucking resent having to go back to your mother's bed at the end of every goddamn day.

"Gimmie a goodnight kiss," he murmured.

He would have liked to reward you for what has undeniably been the best orgasm of his life, but he was so tired; and there was still so much time to try new things tomorrow. The very thought made his cock stir.

It looked like you were exhausted as well, barely lifting your head to give him a small peck on the cheek.

Namjoon chuckled.

You were fucking perfect. Just a little longer and he could spoil you with love and gifts and all the attention that he had to offer.

Until then, his wedding ring stayed on.

for your headcanon game i think it would be interesting to see what you do with cocky!vernon with a size kink. because that concept… does things to me.

I wasn't lying when I said I was in vernon feels all of the sudden 🤤 listen I know we all talk about how hot rockstar!vern is... Like it's always a whole lot of adrenaline-fueled sexci time where he's rough and handsy...

You're Vernon's biggest source of inspiration - a familiar face and voice in a crowd, the one that inspires every beautiful artistry he creates, and the light that keeps him going during the darkest hours.

For granting you such a special honor and place in his heart, he expects to be thanked properly after each live performance dedicated in your name - which is you bouncing on his thick cock for as he long as he likes.

I mean, taking care of him is the least you could do, he figures. The raunchiest songs he's slaved away at directly after an exhilarating fuck session are all thanks to the demand that you're ready to take him in any one of your tiny, tight holes immediately in the dressing room. Not that it's hard when your jaw's been loose for hours in a silent moan and you're instantly well-lubricated easily by the utter show of confidence he displays out there on the stage.

He knows this, only smirking as he questions why you're even thinking of slowing down even though it feels like it's been hours and he still hasn't cum yet. You're doing your best but he simply coos in fake sympathy, right tattooed hand reaching out to brush away the stray tears that drip down your cheek from frustration.

"Is my little one that weak?"

"N-no! I can do it!"

But then he's flipping you over with ease so he's back on top, thrusting into you at a brutal pace. His left hand sneaks down to press against the bulge of him inside you and you both make noises - you, a squeal at the cold (he never has the patience to take off all the silver metal decorating his fingers) and him, a growl in wonder at how you never fail to take all of him in because it truly seems impossible. But you were made for him - in more ways than one.

And he might just write songs about that too.

Not that he'd ever admit it. 🙄

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5(ish) sentence ficlet about it 👀👅

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