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Hiiii I absolutely love your writing!
would we be able to maybe get a little hint abt the nj fic😭 I cannot waitttt
HI OMGGGGG how do i say it without spoiling it…
let’s say it’s kind of like a blind date type of thing but NOT really
JSNDJCNDNXNXN IM GIGGLING HERE
(ilysm thank u)
THE JUNGKOOK MUST BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT PART IMMFGROEKEJDBFHDBDIDBDJSB HE SURE IS HAPPY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I LOVE THAT PART SJFNDNFNFNFNFJ
Babyyyy, Joon got us clenching our pussy with Neva Play and you’re not here to put us into filth
IM BACK AND I WILL MAKE EVERYTHING RIGHT
i promise
a filthy namjoon fic is next ☺️
— WIP 𐙚 lady beetle | knj
pairing: situationship!namjoon x oc
about: namjoon is a patient man, and he wants you to be the same.
word count: 0.404
note: so i decided to make my babies happy and post a TEASERRRR of my upcoming one shot with kim namjoon himself. since i can't reveal the surprise about what this fic is about, i thought i'd post a little something to get you all even more excited about it. <3 SEE YOU ON SUNDAY MWAH.
warnings: nipple play, praise kink, namjoon is a dangerous man, patience game.
He smirks, that cheek cleft enchanting you all over again. “If you want kisses, then kisses is what you’re gonna get.”
Your smile lengthens until your cheeks hurt, heated. “I want kisses. Lots of kisses. On different places of my body, too.”
Namjoon retreats back to your neck, peppering kisses along that column. You whimper, hands hurrying to undo the button of his pants, desperate and arbitrary. But with a disapproving noise, Namjoon stops your hasty movements. Pins your hands behind your back.
“Patience,” he whispers, gliding his lips across the kisses he left behind. Your skin prickles with goosebumps against him, your nipples so stiffened that they ache, and, most unfortunately, you moan softly in impatience. “You’re gonna learn what true patience is, little beetle.”
Color heats your cheeks and as you grin, you bite your bottom lip. “Be my teacher, Namjoon.”
He chokes out a groan, dizzied by the idea, one that fades into your yelp when he unexpectedly turns you around and pushes your back against his chest, your arms long and criss-crossed behind you, hands flat against his cock.
Something tells you this lesson will be one of great difficulty for you. And great pleasure.
Namjoon cups your jaw, swivels your head to face him a little. “Where do you want those kisses?”
Your quivering breath fans out across his big hand. “On my nipples.”
At your quick answer, he makes a sound of approval and with a feathery-light touch he sails his knuckles down the right side of your chest, from your collarbone down to the beginning of your supple breast, where he stops his voyage to study your reaction. As much as you’d die for his fingers to go a little lower, you keep your tremors in tact. Even your fingers remain obedient, relaxed in their position and not tempting his temper. You close your eyes, try your bestest to hold it while you wait it out, and your slick by now creates a pool between your feet. Namjoon’s cock twitches at your goodness and he sighs a little praise into your ear, just for you to hear. It roots deeply in your gut, where it stirs the butterflies that are painted in the color of his eyes.
His knuckles descend lower and lower, stop at the apex of your nipple, and the nearness is enough for you to stoop in your desperation.
Something you shouldn’t have done.
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