I Love These Two Sm Theyre So Cute But So Horny Too Lol AND I JUST LOVE HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE WITH ONE

i love these two sm theyre so cute😫😫😫 but so horny too lol😭 AND I JUST LOVE HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE WITH ONE ANOTHER THEYRE SO FUCKING CUUUTEEE AAA

also love how mc says that she cant wear stuff that show her neck and shoulders, yet. like, doesnt stop jungkook when he starts leaving more hickies😭😭 like yeah same honestly!!!

AND THEN THE WAY HE STARTS GOING DOWN ON HER AAAA THAT WAS SO HOT OMG MY PALMS ARE SWEATY AND MY LEGS ARE KICKING OMGGGG. yes pls :>

AND THE WAY THEY END IT WITH A KISS OHH MYBSIDN LOVELOVE LOOOVE fuck theyre so cute. i hope they have a nice outing with their friends🙏

this was such a nice fluffy, smutty read :((( thank you for posting author ♡ have a good day

“We aren’t going anywhere until you put that dress back on”

Jungkook x Reader

Smut ;)

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Most boyfriends would would want their girlfriends to cover up whenever they leave the house, but not Jeon Jungkook.

Your boyfriend went feral at any sight of your skin. He loved it when you wore shorts around the house that would ride up ever so slightly and give him perfect views of what belonged to him, he loved it when you wore crop tops that gave him easy access to your middle for when he wanted to feel your soft skin. But most importantly, he loved when you wore things that showed off your shoulders whenever he would take you out, because it meant he would get the opportunity to show everyone just how much you were his.

You were both going out to eat with a group of friends, and you had a baby blue, off the shoulder, ruffle hem dress that you'd been dying to wear for the longest time. What better chance than right now?

Jungkook was sitting on the bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone, as you walked out of the bathroom into your shared room. He looked up to ask if you were ready, but was immediately rendered silent at the sight of your exposed shoulders.

Exposed shoulders are an opportunity for him to leave his mark all over you in a place where everyone can see. And so, as you turned to face the mirror on your dresser and began putting on your earrings, Jungkook knew what he had to do.

His phone was quickly discarded onto the bed as he got up and walked towards your figure. Once he reached you, his hands went straight for your hips. As you put on the last earring, you felt his lips attach soft to the top of your shoulder.

"You look so pretty" he murmured against your skin in-between soft pecks.

"You like my dress?" You asked, smiling back at him in the mirror. You took a moment to admire his own outfit, his white button up bulging where all his muscles were, the top couple button left open and giving a sneak peek of what laid underneath.

"Love it, you should wear things like this more often."

You giggled slightly, knowing he's the reason you never can wear off the shoulder things.

"I would but I never can because you always leave my neck full of-" You gasped in surprise at the feeling of Jungkook's kisses turning into bites. As he sucked on your skin, you knew that he would make you late, but he'd also make you have to make some modifications to your outfit. Your boyfriends mouth was too tempting though, so you closed your eyes and angled your head slightly, giving his mouth more room to work.

Jungkook worshipped your shoulders and neck for what seemed like forever, he never could get enough of you. Alas, when he remembered that you both had somewhere to be very soon, he reluctantly pulled away, his eyes sparkling as he admired his work.

As soon as you felt his lips leave you, you opened your eyes and gasped again, this time in shock.

You knew your boyfriend liked to give you hickeys, you were about to tell him that he was the reason you couldn't wear off the shoulder clothes before he began to prove your exact point. As you looked in the mirror, you counted at least 5 majorly noticeable red sploshes adorning your shoulders.

"Jungkook!" you exclaimed in a whiny tone. He met your eyes in the mirror, not a hint of guilt in them at all.

"What?" he said, playing dumb even though he knew exactly what he did.

"Did you have to leave that many? I'm all red!"

"Whoops" he replied sweetly as he gave one final peck to your cheek. He headed back to the bed so he could put his shoes on and you two could finally leave. He wasn't at all sorry. If anything, he was now even more excited to take you out and show you off.

"You're something else, Jeon Jungkook." You grumbled as you made your way over to the closet. It was too hot to wear a jacket, or to put excessive amounts of makeup to try and cover anything up. The only solution was to ditch the pretty dress all together, and go for something that would hide your boyfriends love marks.

As you peeled the dress off, Jungkook looked up from his shoes, ready to take your hand and leave. However, his face fell once he saw the dress that he loved so much on the floor.

"What are you doing?" He asked, dumbfounded as he stood to walk over to you.

"Looking for a new dress" you muttered to him as you combed through your closet.

"What's wrong with the one you had on?" He asked sincerely, not grasping the larger issue at hand.

"Jungkook, there's no way I'm gonna go out showing my shoulders when they look like this."

Again, the idea of Jungkook taking you out with his marks on display for everyone to see was something he was very much looking forward to. He was not going to give up this fight easily.

His hands quickly went to wrap around your middle, putting a stop to your frantic search for a new outfit.

"We aren't going anywhere until you put that dress back on."

His words weren't very provocative, but the tone he used made the area between your legs throb in a delicious way. You were probably already late, what's a few minutes more?

"Make me."

"You think I won't?" He replied as his hold on you tightened.

"Hmmm, what I think is that I'll wear a long sleeve today."

There was no going back now as Jungkook pulled you over to the bed and laid you down a little less than gently. He crawled on top of you as his hungry eyes raked over your body that was still just in your matching bra and panties, the baby blue dress still on the floor. It wasn't gonna be hard for him to get what he wants

"Wear the dress" He muttered as his lips attached back to where they were a couple minutes ago. Your arms wrapped around his neck instinctively.

"I can't"

"Why not? It was a very pretty dress." He looked up to smile at you childishly. You rolled your eyes at him, but luckily for you, he had already returned his attention to your body, this time kissing just above your boobs.

"Because its embarrassing, our friends are gonna see how horny you are. "

"How horny I am, or how willing you are to let me touch you?"

He did have a point, you knew exactly what he was gonna do as soon as you put on the dress. Despite that simple fact, you wanted to see how far you could take this.

"Definitely how horny you are." By now, he had made his way from your shoulders all the way down to your lower stomach, attaching his mouth wherever he could as he chuckled slightly.

"I don't mind everyone seeing how much I love you, in fact, I want everyone to see."

"Well I don't."

He finally reached exactly where he wanted to, and where you needed him most. The only thing in his way at this point were your panties, which you gladly assisted him in removing by lifting your hips up. He smirked at your eagerness, which only turned him on even more.

"Wear the dress" he growled slightly as he kissed your inner thigh.

"No" you replied, slightly out of breath from the proximity of his mouth to your core.

"Well I say yes." His warm breath felt amazing, and you're sure it elicited more wetness than was already down there.

"Well I don't care what you say." That was a lie, but you were getting impatient.

Your words made him reach up and grab you by the hips, pulling you down even closer to him, he stopped just before he could make any contact though.

"Really? Because.." He stopped to lick a long stripe from your opening to your clit, then looked up at you as he licked his lips. A whiny noise left your mouth, complaining at the incredibly brief contact. "How wet you are for me says otherwise."

"Jungkook please" All of your restraint was out the door now, your need for him to immense to ignore.

"Please what baby?" he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Please touch me" your needy whine were definitely tempting, but he had yet to get what he wanted.

"Please wear the dress then."

You couldn't respond to that, too focused on arching your back, fighting to get his mouth on you quickly. After a couple seconds of you not replying, Jungkook pressed a swift, open mouth kiss to your clit, which made you grip the sheets beneath you so tightly that your knuckles turned white. You were ready to concede.

"So you'll wear the dress?" He smiled at you sweetly with triumph in his eyes.

"Yes"

"yes what baby?" Another kiss landed on your clit, this time three seconds longer.

"Yes I'll wear the dress Jungkook, just please-"

That was all he needed to finally give you what you both wanted, his tongue entering you so quickly and suddenly that your hands went to his head to make sure he wouldn't leave.

There wasn't much need for words after that. Jungkook put all his attention to devouring you. His mouth worked wonders on your opening, switching between sucking and licking. The only sound in the room at this point being the sinful wet noises that resulted from his actions between your legs, and the tiny moans that escaped your mouth, letting him now how much you enjoyed what he was doing.

It didn't take long for you to start feeling that delicious warmth in your lower stomach and core that only Jungkook knew how to give you.

"Baby, I-I'm almost there" you cried out softly, your whimpers picking up significantly.

He had already been feeling your opening tighten a little before you opened your mouth to let him know that you were close, he was more than familiar with your body and orgasms. To make sure that you were more than satisfied, he placed a thumb on your clit and began rubbing into the spot that always got you going. You let a deeper moan leave your mouth.

"Come on my mouth baby, show me how much you love me"

That was the absolute end for you. The knot snapped in your stomach instantly, your eyes shutting close as pleasure waved all over your body.

Your boyfriends mouth would not, could not, stop there. Jungkook made sure to lap up every juice your body gave him, making sure his mouth didn't leave until your opening stopped throbbing around his tongue.

You caught your breath a few seconds after, your chest no longer rising up and down as fast as it had moments prior. Jungkook then crawled back up your body and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You both moaned into the kiss.

When he finally pulled away so that you could both catch your breath, his smug smile was so big it was hard to miss.

"Now, where did you leave that pretty little dress?"

this was such a nice and comfy chapter :((( untilll the mom shows up😫😔 ngl i did let out a bark of laughter at "besides the death of her husband. that was, that wad kind of fun" LIKE HUUUUH FUN????!? and honestly what a bitch >:( the incessant need for control, esp on her daughter. but also doesnt fucking give a shit about her?? like hello WHY

the inlaws are JUST SO so homey and mc just deserves to have these ppl in her life :(( to have a family that unconditionally loves her for who she is. like her mother was supposed to 😔😿 not to mention how they didnt let the mom just do whatever, and stood up for mc. YESSS yesyes :> i would do the same for mc

and tae :(( "no baby stay" AAAAAAAAAAAAA IM CRYING D':

next chap is either gonna have scrumptious smut, or heartbreaking angst. maybe some comfort?

thank you sm for posting author💞

Petrichor 16

C H A P T E R  16

Petrichor /ˈpeˌtrīkôr/  (noun)

“a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.”

Summary: You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.

Pairing: CEO BTS x Chubby MC

Genre: werewolf au, ceo au, soulmate, polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics

Warnings: smut, violence, mentions of knotting, heats, ruts, workplace discrimination, fat phobia, sexism, insecurities,

Chapter Warnings: new character arrivals, well one of them isn’t really new, kind of anyways, some bad feelings for mc, allusions to neglect/child abuse, ptsd, self-harm (mc digs nails into her thighs drawing a little blood), protective bangtan, jin and Hobi’s parents are not to be messed with, mc slips back into survival mode, mc slips into her omega headspace, 

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Previously on Petrichor:

“I um, can you help me pick out something for them. Your parents I mean. I really appreciate even the slightest act of trying from them and I really want to get them something in thanks. I know it sounds weird, but I want them to know I appreciate them.” You try to form your thoughts into words, hoping and praying it masks sense to your new friend.

Jiwoo just smiles softly at you, knowing where your mind seemed to be going before nodding at you. She could tell that her parents were going to love you, and become the parents you never had, along with the other parents. You were going to have six pairs of parents in love with you, and you didn’t even know it. She only wished Jungkook’s parents could have been like her own but knew that Jungkook was in the same boat as you.

Their parents were great enough to take you both in when they didn’t have to, not that they ever wouldn’t. Any mate of their children was a child to them, and Jiwoo couldn’t be any happier to have her family growing.

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the story?? the writing?? its so animated. its so easy to picture and visualise what im reading without getting distracted or needing to go back and reread a paragraph.or even a line or two. it was just smooth, exciting and most of all just rlly fucking good😭🥺 your writing is filled with hints and foreshadowing and yet? i was suprised and shocked. LIKE FROM THE FIRST EVER DIALOGUE!!! namjoon told mc that he wanted to get jungkook "a puppy...or something" while looking at the mc. LIKE I NOTICED AND I STILL--- I WAS STILL SUPRISED! but in a good way😎 i enjoyed being suprised

jungkook is so fucking cute and nice and kind, oh no he has a temper. bro the way jungkook got mad SO FAST!! like i know namjoon scared the mc into submission, but jungkook???? crying, he is so fuckinf scary😔 ofc namjoon is still the scarier one. but the way jungkook got upset so fast. he was ready😨

and the way namjoon nd jungkook casually talked about the mc as thought theyre not just, right there. 🥲 poor mc. stay strong 😬🤞

i wonder if anyone at mc's work notices :( did namjoon kind of? prepare before finally kidnapping them?

would ananya try to dig in deeper? those two seemed, a lil closer than just regular coworkers.

and also is it okay to ask if maybe juuust maybe jungkook gets a collar or smthin for the mc? since, the way that both namjoon and jungkook see mc is kind of? dehumanising in a way. from namjoon saying he might get a dog or smthin WHILE CLEARLY TALKING ABOUT THE MC or how they talked about the mc; jungkook asks if namjoon rlly got him mc🤨🤨😨 and that he thought they couldnt get the mc untill next year. and ofc the fact that they kidnapped the mc instead of just! idk,,, PURSUING THEM😔

sorry about the loaded questions, but heres another one; how did jungkook and namjoon meet mc? did they meet mc separately? were jungkook and namjoon together before meeting mc/ falling in love with them? i wonder if one of them had any guilt about falling in love with mc (if they were dating at the time) and i kind of rlly badly want to know how they found out both of them liked the mc.

hmm what if one of them fell in love first, told the other, and then some crazy stuff happens and boom they both like the mc and agree on "adding them" to the relationship.

WAIT BUT ALSO. was one of the guys "originally" fucked up nd kind of forced their love on the other, the same way theyre doing with mc. or were they dating and both of them turned out to be fucked up?

sorry im just, kinda rlly curious :3 u dont have to answer all of them or any. these were just some of the questions that popped up during and after reading the story

ALSO THE SCENE WHERE THEY MAKE OUT IMNFKSNSNSN WITH MC IN BETWEEN AAAAAA rlly nicely written 🙏 i let out an audible gasp nd covered my mouth in shock/pos

thank you so much for sharing your work with us author♡ have a nice day💞

On the First Day of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me…

Pairing: Yandere!Namjoon x Reader x Yandere!Jungkook

Genre: Yandere AU, angst

Word Count: 8.9k

Summary: When your boss, Mr. Kim, asked you to help him pick out some presents for his boyfriend, Mr. Jeon, you thought it was an easy way to make a quick buck on Christmas Eve. Little do you know, there is much more brewing beneath the surface than you could have ever imagined.

Content & Warnings: Gender neutral reader, yandere themes, angst, kidnapping, drugging (don’t trust the eggnog!), Joon and Kook are in an established relationship, CEO!Joonie, stay-at-home-boyfriend!Kook, assistant!reader, polyamory, reader’s sexuality is nondescript, invasion of personal space, mentions of engagement and marriage, general discomfort, objectification, forced kissing, making out, use of pet names: darling, baby, sweetie, threats.

Author’s Note: Merry Christmas, everyone!!! Hope you have an incredible day for all who are celebrating! And here’s to hoping that you never find yourself in the same situation as Y/n lol. Stay safe y’all! And Happy Holidays, once again!! 💕💕💕

Mr. Kim was sitting typing on his computer when you walked into his office with his morning coffee. At the click of the door opening, he looked up at you, before immediately looking back at his screen. “Oh, Y/n, it’s just you.”

You stood in front of his desk, moving the hot mug from hand to hand as it slightly burned your palms. He always wanted his coffee piping hot, so scalding that even the handle couldn’t escape the heat. And with the new Christmas themed mug that Jungkook had gotten him—a reindeer head shaped mug with not even a handle—it only upped the torture you had to endure for the sake of your boss’ preference. “Yes, sir. Your coffee,” you said, before placing it down on a coaster.

“Thank you, Y/n. I can always rely on you.” He glanced at you for a second, winking with a soft smile on his face.

It was odd to see him being so kind. Mr. Kim wasn’t exactly known for his benevolence, to say the least. Quite the opposite actually. In the office, he is the cold, stoic, but smart CEO that everyone knows better than to cross. Not mean-spirited, per se, but definitely not someone who goes around giving compliments to people. This was new.

You shifted on your feet. “Uh, no worries. That’s quite literally a part of my job.”

When he reached for the mug, you couldn’t help, but warn him. “Wait! It’s really hot! I know you like it hot, but the mug is incredibly hot today. I just made it.”

He raised an eyebrow at your loud voice, never before have you spoken so openly with him. You’ve always been the definition of quiet compliance and poise. “Hot, hmm?”

You held your hands in front of you. “Yes, Mr. Jeon sent a new mug for you to use this morning. It doesn’t have a handle.”

He tapped the tip of his index finger against the ceramic cheek of the reindeer, before pulling his hand back hissing. He pressed his finger into his mouth to soothe the burn. “Yes, I see,” he said, around his finger.

Your eyes lingered on the sight. He watched you just as intensely, though you didn’t notice.

He popped his finger out of his mouth, and you were brought back to earth. “Jungkook,” he started, his voice somewhat sounded overwhelmed as he ran a hand over his face,  “has been getting me quite a few gifts now that I proposed to him.”

“Oh!” You interrupted. “Congratulations, Mr. Kim. Please, give my congrats to Mr. Jeon as well.”

“Yes, yes.” He waved away the topic. “Thank you, and I will let him know. He’ll be thrilled to receive your well wishes.”

His eyes glinted with something hidden. But before you could decipher what they were trying to say, it was gone.

Mr. Kim let out a sigh, before he began speaking again. “The thing is that he feels the need to prove his place as my future husband even though I’ve told him there is no need to. He’s become even more domestic than before.”

Then he mumbled more to himself, “Didn’t even think that was possible.”

He gestured at you. “You’ll see a lot more of him around here, he’s really over the moon. Can barely stay away. He already gets bored spending all day at home on his own, that’s partially why he always finds himself here. …Maybe I should get him a puppy… or something.” He eyed you for a moment, before turning back to shuffle around a pile of papers on his desk.

“Anyway, let me know if he becomes too much, I’ll let him know. I know he gets a bit excited, especially when you’re near.”

“Oh right. Of course, sir. Thank you.”

It was surprising that he seemed to be aware that Jungkook’s frequent visits had become too much for you. He would come semi-regularly to the office, hoping to see his boyfriend. However, because of Namjoon’s demanding work schedule: endless meetings, calls, and projects to overlook, Jungkook would often have to wait before he’d be able to see his boyfriend. And so he’d lean against your desk that was placed in front of Namjoon’s office, chin resting on top of  the palm of his hand, talking your ear off.

At first, it was just a way for him to kill time. And since he was your boss’ boyfriend, you endured him. You gave him one word answers as you tried to complete your work, while he would go on and on about whatever topic had piqued his interest that week.

However, as time passed, he’d begun to think of you as a friend. He would come just to see you, just to talk to you about the latest hobby he had taken on at home. Some days he would talk to you for over an hour, and when you’d finally tell him that Mr. Kim’s meeting had ended and he could enter his office, he’d leave without meeting him. He’d smile at you and let you know that he’d come to see you that day, not Namjoon.

It confused you, but considering he was a stay-at-home-boyfriend with seemingly little to no friends, you didn’t mind having to deal with his visits. He was entertaining in the bleak office climate. Especially after you’d been moved up to Namjoon’s empty floor.

Namjoon cleared his throat, causing you to jump.

“Um, right! If you don’t need anything else, I’ll go back to my desk. Let me know if you need anything, sir.”

He nodded. “I will.”

You turned on your heels, making your way to the door. As soon as your hand grasped the doorknob, the door opened, pushing you back. In less than a second you found yourself in someone’s embrace.

“Y/n!” the person said. They pulled and pushed you about in their arms making you hold on to them tighter to keep from falling. “I didn’t see you at your desk! I got worried that you’d taken the day off. Don’t do that to me!”

“Darling,” Namjoon commanded. “Let my assistant go.”

Jungkook obliged though with a whine and a dramatic pout. “Fineeeee.”

Finally able to look at him, you took in his outfit. He was dressed in a cute oversized off-white knit sweater that made his large frame look tiny. Hair fluffed in a just-got-of-bed style that only added to his overall cute aura. His eyes shined as he kept practically jumping with excitement. He was barely able to contain his joy.

“Y/n, Y/n, guess what! Guess what!” He was radiating happiness and sunshine that honestly made it hard to look at him.

“What?” you asked.

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brobrobrobrobroBROBROBROOOOOO AAAAAA THIS CHAPTRT WAS SO FUCKIGNG GOOD AAA😭😭😭 EVERYONE IS SO HORNY BUT THATS OKAY SO AM I!!

AND MC HAS NO CLUE AS TO WHAT IS GOING ON ANNNDDD THATS!! probably going to bite back in a future chapter😯 EUEID I HOPE NOT I HOPE THEY ALL JUST FUCK AND BE HAPPY, i just dont thinj its going to happen anytime soon😿 AND THATS FINE, im here for the ride nyways

JUNGKOOK BRO,,, the whole scene with him was just so good, oh my god i love horny jungkook here♡ and the way he just started jacking off in the same place☹☹ if mc is not going to give this man some head- i will/hj

AND EVERYONE ELSE IS SO HORNY TOO HAHA YES we didnt see much from everyonr else but thats fine. the ending to this chapter did kind of set up an introduction too all of them, i think. all i know is that im having fun reading this and hopefully my reblog isnt too erratic!

have a nice day author, thank you so much for posting💕

mars - chapter two

genre : sci - fi, lots of smut, fluff, angst, slight yandere ngl

pairing: ot7 non idol bts x reader (this one focuses on jungkook)

summary: you’ve been friends with the members of the mars exploration team for years now, despite having known them for so long new feelings emerge in the isolation of life on mars.

warnings: sexual content, oral (female receiving) , fingering, slight dom + sub thingy going on, voyeurism, masturbation (male).  

words: 3k

A/N - not proof read.

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oh my god this namjoon is just as caring as he is scary🥲 countless ppl??? WYM 😭😭😭😭

mc is so adorable too😭😭 frilly socks nd short skirts, how cute. not to mention kind of assertive when mc wants to be. which was a nice dynamic to see between a yandere nd their darling :D we dont see joon rlly ever getting mad or tries to discipline mc for it either. which is smthin i ADORE with yandere fics. where the yandere just loves nd appreciates their darling for who they are. without rlly taking certain attributes from them and making a persona that fits their fantasy. i do like those too! but smthin about this kind of yandere is rlly fun to read.

but jesus christ man countlees bodies😭😭😭 fantasises about chopping off jimins dick or head😔😔 i felt shivers, that man is so scary,,,

ALSO HUH JIN??? JIN HE! HUUUH?!?! he knows😭😭 but why? friend of joons? are they maybe brothers?

is jin the same as namjoon? a yandere? id love to hear a lil bit of backstory if thats okay😭😭

and can i also ask how?? ur so good at just. writing ppls emotions nd their inner selves? theres smthin about it thats so- unique nd striking. nd not just how u write ppl but the situation theyre in. what point in their lives theyre at and what things they worry about. it was rlly fun to read as well as thrilling :)

nd the smut was rlly hot too omloml😭😫 THE BELLY PART??? i gasped. it made me rlly flustered teehee!

thank you so much for posting nd sharing ur story with us author💖 stay safe and have a good day!!

im in LOVE w your yandere ddlg fics… can i request one w namjoon? 🫣🫣 i feel like he fits the ddlg concept so well ugh

𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦:

pairing: yandere! namjoon x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || established relationship au ||

summary: if namjoon’s life were a book, he thinks the day his eyes set on you, it had been the start of a fairytale. where he is the prince, and you, his princess.

word count: 5.5k

tags/ warnings: disgusting amounts of fluff, buff bf namjoon, reader is definitely an ipad baby, she’s also very very spoiled, and very very shy, ddlg themes, non-sexual dom joon, descriptions of murder, a few references to literature, smut in the forms of: unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), dom! namjoon, sub! reader, he’s girthy, size kink, cockwarming, belly bulge, dick riding, female masturbation, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, lots of praise, and she’s a bit of a pillow princess, aftercare

notes: i agree!! he fits this concept so well!! and thank you for reading my other works babes! and here i present my last post of 2022! if there are mistakes, no there aren’t you didn’t see anything

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You were Namjoon’s fairytale dream. A distressed princess locked in the wicked witch’s tower— that was this corrupt world that the two of you lived in.

Him, your knight in shining armour, sweeping you off your feet and dressing you in pretty dresses and jewels just like a true princess.

Truthfully Namjoon liked the classics better, words articulated like poetry and feelings forever carved into paper with ink. Little pieces of each author weaved into each book they’d ever written, secrets between pages and fantasies hidden behind flowery words. Hours upon hours of knowledge stacked up in Namjoon’s mind, useless little things that no one had ever cared to ask him about.

Perhaps romance novels were his guilty pleasure. That sickly feeling you get, reading about two people so in love that you have to sit back and realise that your own life is nothing more than a slow burn. Where truly, you’re the side character that is left and forgotten, watching the people around you— the main cast of the story, fall in love and find their god-awful happiness that you can only dream of.

You see, Namjoon had learnt how patience was a virtue. He’d waited year and years for that love story, for the perfect, pure, unadulterated adoration for another human, like in all those romance novels.

Countless flings and unexplainable anger from all the women who had shattered his heart over and over again had led him to you. Had steered him towards the right path. Perhaps like the yellow brick road, him being Dorothy and you, Emerald City. His final destination.

You’d always been awfully shy. Something Namjoon completely adored about you. Something he knew you were a little insecure about; among other things.

His remedy to your doubt, fucking you until all you knew was his and your names. Fucked so dumb you could only cry, clinging onto him like he weren’t the wolf and you weren’t little red, pure white dove chomped and chewed in his jaws like Carol Ann Duffey had described— you locked in his claws as he ripped away at tattered old clothing.

Past relationships had ended on bad terms for you, similar to himself, because it seemed no one had ever taken the time to read into you properly. Hadn’t taken the time to map out your story on paper and analyze you; the perfect specimen, the apple of his eye, a goddess among humans and his pretty little princess.

So soft and so pretty. Something a little sick, twisted, in his mind that he’d been able to lock you away in a cage like a bird, delicate little wings snapped in two where escape was impossible; thoughts of a life without him nothing more than a breathy whisper in the wind.

“Which one do you want today, sweetheart?” Namjoon’s arm laces around your shoulder, tugging you closer into his side. Your Mary Janes tapping gently against the tile floor.

You peer into the display case, fingers tightly clasped around the sleeve of his hoodie; an anchor for your fraying feelings, anxiety creeping up your spine.

He doesn’t rush you, simply raising an eyebrow at the worker behind the counter who gets angsty at your thoughtful pondering. Line of customers slowly building behind the two of you; and Namjoon can hear a few impatient mutters.

“Strawberry, please” you fall back into his side, weight solely dependent on Namjoon holding you up.

Your boyfriend turns his attention back towards the barista, fingers carding through your hair.

“One americano, a hot chocolate and one of the strawberry cakes, thank you” he turns his attention back to you; watching as you rock and forth on your heels.

“Why don’t you go and pick a table out for us, darling?”

You hum, fingers tugging at his sleeve mindlessly once more before you’re scampering towards a table by the window.

Namjoon feels his cock twitch in his pants as you bend over the table slightly, collecting the discarded straw wrappers that had been left on the table; and he watches your skirt raise a little up your thighs, supple skin taunting him.

He doesn’t bother with whatever the barista tells him, pushing his card across the counter as he watches you; legs bouncing anxiously as you grip the hem of your shirt, finally taking a seat.

He waves at you as he waits at the end of the counter, the scent of freshly brewed coffee thick in the air and Namjoon worries about the impeding headache you’re sure to have.

“Here you go, pretty” he places the tray in the middle of the table, tutting when you go to grab your mug of hot chocolate. You simply fall back into your chair, eyes trained on Namjoon’s hand as he places your drink before you.

“Thank you” you smile up at him as he pulls out the chair beside you.

“You’re welcome” he coos, dragging your chair closer to his own, his neck craning to kiss your temple.

Your smile is shy though your attention is quickly snatched by his fingers that dig around the pocket of his hoodie.

He pushes his phone to your side of the table, hand laying heavy on the back of your neck as you pick it up.

“I’m gonna get a new high score” you tell your boyfriend, turning to give him a determined smile as your tap tap tile game loads.

“Yeah?” he asks, eye smile so pretty you get lost looking at him for a moment. Only snapping out of your own little reverie when he blows on your hot chocolate. “Drink up” he reminds you.

You nod, delicate fingers picking your mug up by the handle, and you watch as Namjoon brings his own coffee to his lips for a taste.

“Good?”

You nod, “Good”

Namjoon’s thumb continues to brush over the back of your neck as you hunch over the table, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you load up one of the songs of your game.

Your mouth falls open when Namjoon’s fingers dig into the back of your hair, tugging your head back.

He watches as your lips close around the forkful of cake he feeds you, endeared smile on his face as a little bit of the cream clings to the corners of your lips. You don’t seem to take much notice as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, eyes glued to the screen of his phone.

Your lips part after swallowing, tongue peeking out to lick at the pad of Namjoon’s thumb before he’s slipping it into your mouth.

“Yummy?” he asks, and you fall back into your chair— game suddenly long forgotten as Namjoon’s thumb lays heavy on your tongue.

You nod, fingers itching for the fork. Your boyfriend simply tuts, “Let me do that for you” his thumb slips out of your mouth, soon replaced with another large forkful of strawberries and cream.

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Namjoon’s attention is quickly snatched from his laptop when he hears a gentle knock on the door of his home office.

You always seemed to count a few seconds before you opened the door, always mindful that he was often busy; even if he’d made it clear that he was never too busy for you.

“What’s wrong, darling?” he closes his laptop, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

“You’re not in bed” you whisper, still lingering in the doorway. Frilly-socked feet shuffling anxiously against the carpet.

Namjoon thinks you look like a dream, eyes heavy with lingering sleep, thin strap of your silk nightdress slipping off your shoulder as you curl in on yourself. Always ever so shy, even after years together.

He’d taken his time pampering you that evening. An hour spent in the bath where’d he’d lathered your body in thick suds of soap, sweet smelling like roses that had sat in the summer sun all afternoon, skin warm like petals that had basked in the golden rays of light. Silent promises of a love that will last forever, until he takes his last breath, until the world ceases to exist and his love can longer be— traced under light fingertips that knew your body better than you ever would.

You squirmed as he’d rubbed lotion into every inch of skin your body had to offer— body his temple, your soul his goddess that he worshiped like you were his only purpose in life. Each breath he took, every step he’d continue to take, everything for you.

You’d laid spread across his lap as he’d worked any knots out of your back before dressing you up pretty for bed. Flimsy silk nightdress tickling your skin, brushing against bare thighs, where Namjoon’s hands had the freedom to roam your body until you’d been giggling at him to stop.

His favorite pastime, brushing your hair before bed; his hands those of Rumplestiltskin, each strand treated like intricately created golden thread, gentle as he tugs each knot until perfect.

He’d been there when you’d fallen asleep, bones jelly after he’d fingered you to an orgasm and mind nothing more than cotton candy softness as you’d tugged your precious little bunny to your chest. A gift he’d given you your first date together; and although you claimed you never had favorites , it was always his bunny that remained in your arms as you slept.

And truly he thought tonight he would finish up the last of the project he’d been given, the rest of the week yours; his time cupped in your hands to use however you pleased. The smile you were sure to give him each day after work, worth the pain of a single one nighter.

“I have some work to finish up, why don’t you go lay down, and I’ll be there in a little while” he tilts his head, gentle smile toying at the corners of his lips.

Your lips mould into a pout, “No” you shake your head, voice pulling out a little whiny “You have to come with me, Joonie. Right now”

“But I’m busy, darling” he coos, rolling his chair away from his desk. Legs falling open and he wonders how long it’ll take you to crawl into his lap.

He watches you thrown yourself to the floor, falling to your knees with a dull thump, and he worries they’ll bruise. You don’t seem to care, too pre-occupied with the start of your bubbling tantrum to care about any future injuries; you’ll be sure to milk all of your boyfriend’s sympathy when you he patches you up later. Crying until he’s kissing it all better, and maybe he’ll buy you a gift for being so brave.

He’d seen you scrolling through a few shops online earlier in the day before dinner, rosy-red blush painting your cheeks at a few items you’d hopefully saved.

You hiccup, stuffed bunny clung to your chest as you shake your head. “No, no” you sniffle, “You have to come now” your legs kick a little underneath you.

It was no secret that Namjoon liked to spoil you. Truthfully, he didn’t see the issue— what else was he supposed to do when housing a little princess? If you wanted something then who was he to say no?

Especially when you looked up at him through wet lashes, tears clinging to your cheeks like freshly fallen rain would the petal of a flower.

“Don’t cry” he frowns, heart clenching at the utter distraught on your face; cheeks glazed in saline tears and eyes watery, another miserable cry ready to slip past your lips. “Come here, my precious little baby”

The sob you let out is pitiful, bunny’s fluffy little paw held so tight in your hand as you push yourself to stand. Floppy ears soaking up your tears as you wipe your cheeks.

Namjoon’s hand’s curl under your thighs as you push yourself into his lap, a new wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.

“oh dolly” he croons, “You’ve been fussy all day, haven’t you? What’s wrong?”

Your arms wrap around his neck, face tucked tightly into his shoulder as you choke on another sob. Bunny tucked between your chests.

His thumb is gentle as it brushes over the top of your thighs.

“Tell me what happened” he rests his cheek against the top of your head, mean little smile pulling at his cheeks as your sobs fizzle to little hiccups.

“Work” you whisper, fingers threading into his hair, tugging rhythmically as you mouth at his neck.

“What happened at work?”

You whine, pushing your body flush against Namjoon’s. His hands wander, grabbing your ass as you rock forwards; bare pussy brushing over his pyjama pants.

“There’s a— there’s a new guy” your hips falter and Namjoon holds in a groan as your weight settles right over his cock.

Namjoon hums, “What about him?”

“He—“ a breathy moan drips off your tongue as his fingers dig into the meat of your ass.

“He what, darling? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong” he murmurs, fingers mean as he tugs your face away from his neck by the back of your hair.

Your mouth falls open, and Namjoon watches your eyes glaze over, though this time it’s not tears; and he wonders if you can see how ruined you look in the reflection of his glasses.

“Tell me” your thighs clenching at his tone.

You whimper, “He said a bad word, can’t say it”

Namjoon’s head tips backwards, “Go ahead and say it, baby. I won’t get mad”

“Promise?”

He smiles, endeared “Promise”

“He asked me on a date” your fingers grasp onto the neckline of his shirt, and your boyfriend hums, “I said no, because I have a boyfriend”

“And?”

He watches as your bottom lip quivers, breath hitching in your throat. “Said you didn’t need to know, could be a quick fuck in the back room”

Namjoon’s jaw ticks, “What’s his name?” his fingers skim over your jaw, your hips jutting forward. “Name, darling”

“Jimin” you breathe, “Told Nana, and she said she’d talk to him”

“Yeah?” Namjoon hums, “I’ll sort him out, okay?”

“Okay” you nod.

“Well done for telling me, darling” he smiles, an attempt to ease any lingering anxiety you had. The last thing he wanted was for you to hate work when you enjoyed it so much.

Your hips rut forwards, Namjoon pulling your nightdress up around your hips, watching as your bare cunt drags over his slowly hardening cock.

You lean forwards, lips brushing over Namjoon’s jaw as his hands guide your hips. You moan as the head of his cock brushes over your clit.

“Feel good, darling?” Namjoon’s breathing is heavy, one of his arms tucking under your thighs as he hoists you further up his chest, his free hand tugging his pants down.

Your hand travels between your bodies, tips of your fingers brushing over Namjoon’s slit, precum oozing out the tip as your hand runs down his length.

“Up you get” he helps you, head of his cock running through your slit as you roll your hips forwards.

You bite down on your bottom lip, watery whines bubbling up your throat with each nudge of your boyfriend’s cock running over your clit. Arousal seeps past your folds down Namjoon’s length.

You hold his cock against your cunt, Namjoon’s fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises, but you didn’t seem to care all that much as your hips roll forward.

“Inside Joonie” you whine, tongue laving over the skin of his neck.

Namjoon takes a hold of the base of his cock, and you use his shoulders as leverage, chair wobbling under your joint weight as you line up his cockhead with your hole.

Your fingers run through your folds, wetness soaking your fingers as you circle your clit gently, Namjoon helping you as the tip of his cock brushes over your hole. And you let out an involuntary whine as the stimulation.

Your arms wrap around Namjoon’s neck, head of his cock splitting you open as you ease yourself down an inch before you’re pulling off slowly.

“Your pretty little pussy is so small” Namjoon groans. Flared cockhead pulling your pussy taught as you try and ease down lower.

You breath gets stuck in your throat, Namjoon’s fingers gently thumbing at your clit as you clench around his length. Slowly starting to stuff each agonizing inch into your cunt.

You whine as you reach the hilt, hips rutting forward messily. You moan at the lick of please that wracks through your body with each slow drag of Namjoon’s thick cock against your walls.

Namjoon pulls your face away from hiding by the back of your neck, tugging you until your lips mould into one, tongue pushed into your mouth, fresh minty toothpaste coating his tastebuds.

You start to bounce in his lap, childish impatience starting to take over as you chase after an orgasm. Always a little greedy when it came to your own pleasure, using Namjoon to get yourself off before you ever allow him to chase his own release.

“That’s it” he moans, unabashed in his arousal.

Namjoon uses his legs as an anchor, holding the two of you in place, ensuring the chair doesn’t tip over as the back of your thighs slap against the top of his own.

You moan as his thumb continues to brush over your clit, a ring of your arousal gathered at the base of his cock with each jittery raise of your hips.

“Doing so well for me” Namjoon groans, “Always such a good girl, yeah?”

“Mhmm” you nod, bunny tumbling to the floor. Long forgotten as you feel the precipice of your pleasure slowly boiling away in your stomach.

“Gonna cum for me?”

Your thighs shake at that, deep groan of pleasure shooting straight to your cunt as you continue to ride Namjoon like it were the last time.

“Go on, cum for me”

Namjoon’s hands find themselves perched under your ass, aiding you as your legs start to grow tired. Muscles in his arms bulging as he drags you up and down his length.

“So small, could use you as my own little fleshlight. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he groans, mirth swimming in his eyes.

Meanly, Namjoon pinches your clit and that’s all it takes for searing hot pleasure to wash over your body, thighs shaking at your release.

You hiccup another sob at the burning arousal as Namjoon continues to ram his cock back up inside you, thick rivulets of your slick coating his balls as he chases his own release.

“Too much” you cry, hands wrapping around his wrists as his fingers dig into your hips.

“I’m close, hold on for me” Namjoon’s head tips back.

Namjoon can feel your pussy as it pulsates around his length; you let out something akin to a squeak as you feel his cock twitch.

Mouth falling open in a silent moan as his warm cum paints your insides white.

You raise up on shaky legs, tip of his cock left nestled between your walls before you’re falling back down on his length; cum pushed deep inside of you.

“Oh my baby” he coos, fingers gentle as they brush through your hair, “Sleepy?”

You nod, words fizzling out on your tongue as you yawn.

Your cunt continues to clench around his cock, even as you fall asleep on his chest.

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The bell above the door is obnoxious in announcing Namjoon’s arrival.

‘Pages of Love’ the little bookshop you worked at.

He would have gotten you to quit the shitty little job by now if it didn’t hold such significance in your relationship. He’d first met you here, had dates here, and it made you so happy that Namjoon couldn’t bare to see the sad pout that would be sure to form if he ever suggested you left this place behind.

“Namjoon” the old woman behind the counter smiles, waving him over. “I’m sure you’re aware but it’s y/n’s day off”

“Actually, Nana, I’m here for something else” he smiles, expression saddened and the old woman frowns.

“Anything” she nods.

“It’s about Jimin. He doesn’t happen to be working today, does he?”

“He’s on break right now.” She tuts, “Is this about what he said to y/n. I’ve already warned him about it”

“She came home upset” he shakes his head and Nana sighs.

“Poor girl. She’s lucky to have you, Namjoon”

“Thank you” his smile is genuine, though it drops the moment he steps out the door.

And he waits, waits weeks before he decided what he wants to do with the lowly piece of shit that dared suggest you cheat on him.

Waited weeks as he wrote down every sick little fantasy he had about the ways he’d maul his body. Shredding limbs, gutting him alive. Maybe he’d decapitate him and then send his head to his mother, or chop his filthy dick off and make him watch as he fed it to whatever animal is willing to chew on nearly nothing.

Written fantasies weren’t enough. Namjoon’s fingers always itching, always eager to finally wrap around the boy’s lithe throat and make him beg for mercy until his face is red and pride oozing out of his body with his fear.

“I’m gonna be home late tonight, little one” Namjoon tucks your hair behind your ear, gentle smile rivaling your frown.

“Why?” you ask, blinking up at him through your lashes.

“I have a small job I need to take care of”

“Can I help?”

“Nope” he leans down, soft feathery kiss pressed to you cheek before he’s pulling back, standing at full height.

You look up at him, “You can’t go”

“And why not?” he challenges.

“Because” your defense weak and truly Namjoon wishes he could stay.

“I charged your ipad this morning” and your eyes light up.

“Be quick, okay?” you push yourself up on your tippy toes, hands cupping his cheeks as you press a kiss to his lips.

“Promise” he smiles, “Now be a good girl, and don’t cause any trouble”

“I won’t” you wave him off.

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Namjoon isn’t exactly sure what he expects to see when he finally gets home, a quick detour to Seokjin’s house to wash off Jimin’s blood and a change of clothes taking longer than he’d anticipated when his friend had insisted on making them both tea.

He can’t help the groan that bubbles up his throat at the sight of you. Skirt flipped up with three fingers, knuckle deep inside your pretty little pussy as you play a colour by number game on your ipad.

“Fucking hell, darling” he kicks his shoes off, jacket long forgotten on the floor as he crouches down in front of you.

You pull your slick covered fingers out of your cunt, gently circling your clit as you blink down at him.

“Couldn’t wait until I got home?”

“I got bored” you whine, legs falling open wider and Namjoon takes that as his invitation to run his thumb through your slit.

His hands hold your thighs in place as he leans down to press a kiss over your clit, tongue slipping from between his lips to lick over the bundle of nerves.

You hips stutter as his tongue drags across your folds, another wave of arousal seeping out your cunt at the unexpected nudge of his tongue against you hole.

Your fingers tangle into your boyfriend’s hair as he sucks over your clit, fingers teasing your entrance before he’s pushing two fingers inside of you.

“How pretty” he coos, accompanied by a wet squelch. “The prettiest little pussy, it’s a wonder how you fit anything inside of you”

You squirm, finger stuffed into your mouth as you try and hold back an embarrassed moan.

“Not little” you whine, hips chasing Namjoon’s fingers each time he pulls out.

“Oh, but you are” your thighs twitch as his warm breath brushes over your sensitive clit, hours of mindless toying with your cunt bringing you to the brink of an orgasm.

Namjoon kisses over your mound, kisses over your clit, and then kisses over his fingers as they curl up inside of you.

He can’t help the smile that pulls at his cheeks at the guttural moan you let out when he finds that particular spot inside of you.

“Cum for me, darling” his voice breathless, as he starts to scissor his fingers.

All it takes is one mean little nip to your clit and you’re tipping over the edge; legs shaking as they clamp around your boyfriend’s head.

His tongue continues to flick over your clit, fingers nestled deep within your walls as he helps you ride out your high.

“Enough” you whimper, tugging his head away from between your legs.

You squirm at the glossy sheen that covers Namjoon’s chin when he finally pulls away from your pussy.

“Well done” his hands run up and down your trembling thighs, “Think you can take a little more?”

Your eyes flicker down to his cock, heavy in his pants and you nod; tongue wetting your lips.

“My good girl”

Namjoon pulls you to lay across the length of the couch, fingers tugging your blouse over your head as you shuck off your skirt.

You tug messily at the back of your bra, and Namjoon smiles, bending down to help you.

He groans, taking one of your nipples into his mouth as he palms himself through his slacks.

“God, you’re so pretty”

Your squeak when he bites the plush skin, trail of kisses searing as he reaches your neck.

Your hands fumble with his pants, waistband pulled taught as your try and slip your fingers into his underwear.

“Always so impatient, aren’t you?” he coos, “here let me help you”

You pout at the loss of warmth, the loss of his large body completely covering your own; hands grabbing for neck when he sits up on his knees.

Your hips rock upwards, silently begging for any sort of stimulation as you watch Namjoon’s cock spring free, slapping against his stomach.

Your pussy gushes another wave of slick at the sight of your boyfriend with his hand wrapped around his cock, his hands always had been big; swallowing the girth of his cock when your fingers barely wrapped around it.

You can feel the phantom ache in your jaw, countless times he’d shoved his dick into your mouth, splitting it open like he would your cunt with absolutely no mercy.

“You’re staring” though there’s no embarrassment in his tone, eyebrow lifted cocky and lazy smile tugging at your lips.

“Inside, please” you whine, legs falling open enough for him to slot in place.

“Of course, sweetheart”

Your legs tremble in anticipation, eyes squeezing shut as he runs the head through the slit; slicking up his length before he’s pushing at your entrance.

“You sure you can fit me?” you can hear the laugh in his voice, retort on the tip of your tongue only he chooses that moment to nudge the tip of his cock over your clit.

“Joonie” you complain, “please, need you”

And Namjoon watches, lets you, grab onto his length, watching as you rut your hips down until he’s popping inside of you.

Your walls constrict around him, and he’s absolutely fascinated by how such a small pussy is even able to stretch around him.

“Good girl” and he can’t help the moan that follows.

He’s barely thrusting, gentle roll of his hips feeding each inch of his cock into your wet cunt.

You moan like he was ramming into you, always so sensitive, always so responsive to his touch.

“Feel good?” he asks when he finally bottoms out, thighs connected and heartbeats in sync. It’s moments like these Namjoon revels being alive, being one with you. Truly the closest you’ll ever be to one another; and he thinks he finally feels complete when lodged between your sodden walls.

“So deep” you whisper, fingers skimming over your stomach.

Namjoon pulls your legs over his shoulders, bending forwards until you’re almost folded in half.

Your moan is breathless when he gently pulls out, only to snap his hips back into you.

Your hands grasp onto the pillows of the couch as Namjoon picks up his pace, your tits bouncing, and cunt squelching with every brutal thrust into you.

“Fucking hell, you are tiny” Namjoon groans, and you whimper as his hand presses down on your lower stomach.

You dare take a look, hiccup of a moan ripped from your throat as you see it. An outline of his cock right bellow your belly button, head nudging the taught skin with each thrust into you, only for it to disappear as he pulls out.

Your fingers splay over it, cunt convulsing around his length as your feel him move under your skin.

You feel it rising, pussy swollen and worn from your previous orgasm. Namjoon seems to know, he always knows when you’re slowly climbing to the peak of high.

His fingers find clit, tight little circles sending jolts of pure, blissful pleasure through your body, another wave of arousal seeping out your cunt to soak his cock.

“Gonna cum for me?” he moans between eat thrust, “Be a good girl and cum for me”

The cry you let out is near pornographic, knees knocking against the side of Namjoon’s head as he continues to flick at your clit. Pleasure numbing that when you finally reach your high, your mind blanks, a blanket of fluff consuming you as Namjoon continues to jackhammer into your used cunt.

“Doing so well for me. So close. I’m so close” he groans, fingers finally pulling off your clit as your thighs continue to shake.

When you come to, Namjoon’s thrusts are a sloppy, thrusts barely coordinated as he ruts into you.

And your breath hitches at the final twitch of his cock, he pushes as far into you as he can before he’s cumming.

Thick waves of cum filling you up. He groans as you clench around him, walls still spasming from your own release. And he gently rocks into you, an attempt to push his cum as deep into your soiled cunt as possible.

“You did so well, darling” he swallows thickly, back of his hand wiping the sheen of sweat from his forehead.

You whine as he begins to pull out, mixture of both your releases dribbling out of your hole.

Your thighs twitch when Namjoon parts your lips, hole clenching around nothing as you push another wave of his cum out of your pussy. His fingers scoop it up, circling your entrance before he’s pushing them back between your walls.

“What do you think about a bath?” he hums, watching your eyes fall droopy.

You nod, hands blindly grabbing for your boyfriend to pick you up.

He smiles down at you, arms slipping beneath your body to pick you up as he wanders further into the house.

You wriggle around when he flips the light on, eyes stinging a little at the sudden burst of brightness.

“Alright missy” he sits you on the toilet, and you lean your head against his hip as pee, bones too floppy to even think of holding yourself up.

You remain sat on the toilet as he runs a bath, fussy when he picks you up again though it’s easily soothed with a gentle kiss to your lips.

He thinks you fall asleep as he washes your back, gentle as his soapy hands grope your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples and you squirm at that.

Namjoon is endeared when the two of you finally get out the bath, skin soft and sweet smelling, perfect for kisses. And he can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat when you kick your pyjamas away, refusing to put them on yourself when his hands were fully capable.

“Oh my little princess” he kisses both your cheeks, “How about some cake for being such a good girl?”

You see, Namjoon had always been a little bit of a liar. Had told so many lies that truly he didn’t know the what was real and what was not anymore. And if he didn’t know then you never would either.

Every little lie he’d told you from the start, every white lie, every left out detail of his life suddenly seemed insignificant when you were tucked under his chin, sleeping so peacefully, a true sleeping beauty.

And maybe he didn’t really like the classics. Maybe his real love of novels were romances, because he’d always be the prince and you’d always be his princess. A perfect fairytale that would always have a happy ending.

Because if anyone dared scribble out the pages, change his plot, then he would simply erase their existence, and the readers of his life would never know the difference.

You belonged to him. You are his as much as he is yours.

Your life his only reason. Your happiness that little spark of good that still resides inside him. And as long as you come home every day with that same pretty little smile on your face, then Namjoon feels no guilt for the countless people that lay dead, long forgotten by the world as they rest six feet under for daring bring you sadness. Because he’d erased them, with no way to wiggle their way back into the story of his life.

Because what was a prince if he couldn’t take care of a villain that would disturb his perfect fairytale ending?

STOOOOP OMG THIS FIC IS SO FUKIN FLUFFY AND I LOVE IT🤧🤧😫

from the beginning of to the very end:( just fluff. and thats fucking great! LIKE THESE TWO ARE MAKING ME SO FLUSTERED AND GIGGLE theyre so endearing

tbh i kind of knew halfway that she was maybe pregnant but NAMJOON??? YEAH THAT ACTUALLY SUPRISED ME SM THE WAY I NEEDED A MOMENT TO PROCESS IT TOO.

and the way they talk to each other and how much theyre thankful to have the other >:'((( r u shitting me im gonna cry FUCK THEYRE SO CUTE

and the smut at the end 😫😫😫 THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SM AND THATS HOT not to mention the last line 😔 haha author ur so funny,, oh no wheres the rest of the story :((( BUT IT WAS THE PERFECT LENGTH HONESTLY and the ending was supr cute nd funny to end it with :'3

thank you for posting and sharing this with us author💕💞 thank you sm and have a great day

New Beginnings | KNJ

Summary: Namjoon has just had the busiest and biggest day of his life after the launch of his first album. There's only one thing that would make it the best day he's ever had. Or maybe two things...

Pairing: Namjoon x Female!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Genre: Idol AU (non canon compliant?), cute lil drabble, established relationship, FLUFF (this is your warning that it's VERY cheesy - pls brush your teeth after this lmao), they're both clueless and in love

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: lots of crying, lots of kissing, happy news, smut

A/N: Firstly, how is everyone holding up after Indigo? Personally, I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and I've disintegrated into a puddle of my own tears lol. I know Indigo inspires more of an angsty theme but tbh I've cried my eyes out for over 12 hours and I need something happy to make me stop crying. So I wrote this. Hope you like it.

p.s. that daddy comment in his live was so unnecessary but the way he read it like he was reading the weather report just had me 😂

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“Baby, are you crying?” 

The horrified look that takes over Namjoon’s face makes you giggle involuntarily, but the contrast of your reddened eyes and mirth does nothing to clear his confusion. If anything, it frightens him even more.

“I’m okay, Joon,” you assure him, wiping the residual twin streaks on your cheeks. “I’m so happy for you. It’s just my hormones being crazy.”

“Period due soon?”

“What else would it be, huh?” 

You feel his warm lips press on your temple as his strong arms envelope your entire frame. Face mushed into his chest, he feels the vibrations of your muffled words, paired with your unsuccessful attempts to break free from his embrace. 

“Joon, seriously, I’m ok. Now, come on! It’s getting late and we still need to drive there.”

He acquiesces as you mumble something about getting ready, but not before giving you one last squeeze.

It’s been a long fucking day. Fulfilling and entirely overwhelming, it feels like a massive weight has finally been lifted off his chest. You know how hard he’s worked on his album. In fact, you’d been there since day one, back when he still had platinum hair and lived with the rest of the boys. 

From listening to his struggles that had yet to be lyricised to giving him a piece of your mind when he’d skipped all his meals in favour of finishing a track. You had been there throughout all of it. If it were up to him, your name would be in bold at the front of the long list of credits.

Releasing some of his nervousness in a measured sigh, with sweaty palms he picks up the blue velvet box that’s been hidden with his studio equipment for the past month and quietly slips it into his back pocket.

For the past month, Namjoon had wracked his brain to come up with a setting romantic enough to propose to you in. However, preparation for his album launch had made it almost impossible to get an evening to yourselves. 

It was a couple of days ago when you’d insisted on organising a special romantic dinner for the two of you in celebration of the launch day that a lightbulb lit up in Namjoon’s head. He’d agreed a bit too enthusiastically, causing you to frown at him in suspicion. A few distracting kisses later, with a heaving chest and swollen lips, you’d forgotten all about it.

“You ready, bab-?” 

Absentmindedly walking into your shared bedroom, Namjoon’s jaw drops in awe as he takes in the purple midi dress that accentuates each curve of your body. He takes in your form unhurriedly, thanking his lucky stars as he lets his gaze roam over every last inch of your body.

You look at him in anticipation, for a beat too long, an unreadable glint in your eye.

“Baby, you look so fucking beautiful,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. “But, why would you give me a boner just before we’re about to leave?” He whines, once again pulling you into him, this time flush against his crotch to make his point.

You answer him with nothing more than a soft peck to his lips before pulling away. He groans, chasing your lips to get his fill as you smirk at his eagerness.

“Come on, Joon! I’m starving.” You turn on your heels, leaving him high and dry as you practically bounce towards the front door. “We can fuck later, let’s go!”

If Namjoon wasn’t currently clouded by the lethal combination of love and lust, he would have noticed, and questioned, your eagerness. It was his surprise after all, so why were you in a rush to get there?

—-

It was a beautiful igloo restaurant in the countryside that overlooked a meadow, the night stars casting an ethereal glow on your features. The day you’d visited him on set for his Wild Flower music video, you’d made him promise that he’d bring you back there for a romantic picnic. Although December made that promise hard to keep, he’d settled on the next best thing.

All pods were decorated with bountiful light inside and out, but they all were empty except one. The one with the best view. Of course, you’d think he had to book out the whole restaurant, as one of the rules of being this famous. But, for his intention tonight, it worked out in his favour without raising your suspicions.

Whilst you were busy taking in the view in front of you, Namjoon’s eyes were locked onto each and every expression on your face. With every passing second, he was sure you were his missing half. And he could not wait another moment to make you his.

“Joon, this is so beautiful.” There it is again, the strained voice, as if you were holding back tears.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asks, anxious.

“I’m fine,” you reassure him, patting a stray tear at the corner of your eye.

“Baby, you can tell me an-“

“Come on,” you cut him off, threading your fingers through his as you lead him towards your pod. “I just so hungry.”

Namjoon giggles at your enthusiasm. “But, you just had a snack in the car.”

“Still hungry,” you respond, struggling to keep your bubbling excitement at bay.

Namjoon watches as you inhale your food, stealing glances at him when you thought he wasn’t looking. The plates finally empty and you nurse your wine glass in an uncomfortable silence until he finishes his. Every sense in his body tells him you’re on edge. Another minute is all he can bear before he breaks the tension. 

“Y/N, why are you acting so weird?”

You bite your lip as you ponder your reply before the word vomit finally comes out. “I’ve got a present for you. And I just don’t know when to give it to you. And I really hope you like it. I don’t know if you will. But I hope you do. And I’ve been practising this whole speech about how proud I am of you-”

“Baby, breathe.” Endeared, Namjoon offers you his special dimpled smile that he reserves only for you.

“Y/N,” he speaks softly, watching you brandish a neatly wrapped rectangular present in front of him. He waits until you give him your full attention before continuing, “I have something I want to say.”

Your eyes widen in fear and you discard the box on the table, body stiff on red alert. Quickly realising the implication of his poor choice of words, Namjoon rushes to clarify, “not like that. I just-“

He takes a deep breath before letting it all out in a chuckle. “You see, baby. This is what you do to me. I just want to tell you how much I love you and I can’t even use my words when I’m around you.”

Your lips curve into a smile of your own as the tension in your shoulders visibly leaves you. You reach out for his hand over the table, wanting to comfort him enough to carry on.

“I couldn’t have released my album today without you. In fact, I wouldn’t be half of the person I am today if it weren’t for you. You complete me in ways that I didn’t know I needed.” The look in his eyes in softer now, radiating the love you’re used to being showered with. “Baby, you remember last year when I accidentally deleted a whole track and cried for days?”

You frown with a pained expression. “Yeah, but you got through it.”

He smiles with the utmost adoration. “We got through it. It was you who held me through those nights. You, who whispered affirmations until I fell asleep. You, who stayed up all night to figure out how to retrieve lost data.”

“Joon, I was the one who was meant to give you a speech on this -“

“But, baby, listen. It’s not just this album. You’ve adjusted your whole life around me and my ridiculous schedules and lifestyle. You give me so much more than I could ever ask for. I want give you everything, you deserve everything.”

He takes his hands out of yours.

“And with this new chapter, this new beginning in mind, there’s one thing I’m sure of.”

Namjoon gets up and you feel your eyebrows creep up suspiciously.

“You’re the love of my life and I want you by my side. For this chapter and for every subsequent chapter in life.”

He reaches into his back pocket and your mind races to catch up. Before you can gasp, he’s on one knee, complete with an open velvet box.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” 

You’re gasping for breath, choking on tears as the rock dazzles you into delirium. Your hands reach out for his face, pulling him closer to you until you can launch your lips on him. 

“Joon…” You’re babbling sounds similar to his name through wet kisses, your tears ruthlessly streaming down your face and taking half your makeup with them. “My love.”

He pulls back reluctantly, tear logged eyes a pure reflection of your own. “Is that a yes?” 

“Of course that’s a yes!” Your wet laughs spur him on to place the heavy ring on your finger before kissing every inch of your face.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” he speaks into the kisses. “…and start a family with you…”

You pull back harshly, seemingly coming to your senses as Namjoon shoots you a look of confusion. 

“Ok, my turn now.” You swipe at your tears, clearing your throat in preparation. “Sit down.” 

He obeys silently, heart eyes still refusing to leave him.

“I had so much I wanted to say, but I just can’t wait any longer. Just know that I love you more than you can imagine, Joon,” you sniffle, voice heavy with excitement. “You can open it now.”

Namjoon tentatively picks up the box, shaking it next to his ear for clues before conceding and gently unwrapping it.

You affectionately roll your eyes at his carefulness, leg already bouncing in anticipation as tears fill your eyes once more.

“Oh, here, you’re taking too long.” You grab it off him and rip the remaining pieces to shreds, uncaring of the mock alarm in his eyes. 

He lifts the lid to a find several sticks, all with two red lines across them. The way his eyes pop open is almost comical and you can’t help but hold your breath for his reaction.

Namjoon’s eyes fly from the sticks to the streams of tears pouring out of your eyes. “Is this-are…are you pregnant, baby?!”

You nod furiously as you watch him rush around the table to pull you up onto your feet and into him.

“Y/N, you’ve just made me the happiest man in the whole universe. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, a familiar wetness starting to spread down your neck. 

“I found out two days ago and I’ve been thinking about how to surprise you…”

“Is that why you’ve been acting weird all day? And is that what you meant by crazy hormones? Wait, you didn’t drink the wine, did you? Is this what’s been making you cry too?” He openly chortles at each revelation, launching his lips onto any and every inch of your skin in between them.

—-

For one vulnerable moment, Namjoon had eyed you up and down right there and then and considered the consequences of public sex. Ultimately, deciding to spare the poor restaurant staff, he’d just about made it home in one piece, hands all over you the whole ride home.

The haphazard trail of clothes from the front door to the bed required no explanation as both of you had stumbled in the dark, tripping over each other as you felt for your bed.

He had placed you onto the sheets as if you were made of glass, swallowing every moan of yours as he’d worshipped your sensitive breasts, first with his fingers, then his mouth. The trail of wet, open mouthed kisses he’d left to your core had you gushing in anticipation for what you knew was coming. Quite literally.

Namjoon knew each tell and each tick of your body. Equipped with that information, he ate you out relentlessly. For saying yes. For giving him a baby. For making him feel like the luckiest man alive. Until you tugged at his plush mane, unable to give him a fourth orgasm, panting and sobbing versions of his name.

You could feel your brain melt just at the thought of Namjoon going from your boyfriend to your fiancé and baby daddy in such a short space of time.

You had more than returned the favour, cock deep down your throat as you pleasured him in a way that only you could. In a way that wordlessly declared your love for him.

When he’d pounded you into the sheets, fucking every thought out of you, you’d screamed his name, unbothered by the neighbours you’d have to face the next day. This night, it was just you and Namjoon. And the life you had created out of pure love.

He declared it over and over again, how much he loved you, how much he needed you, how good you were for him, until he spilled his load inside you, painting your walls the prettiest shade of white.

Panting, you lay next to each other, thoroughly satiated and drenched in sweat. Namjoon looks at you like you’re the brightest star in the universe and you can’t help but blush, his big hand splayed over your lower stomach. You turn to him with a mischievous smirk on your face.

“So…I guess you really are daddy Namjoon now?”

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A/N: I have so much more to say about Indigo but I don't want to ramble endlessly into the abyss. Feel free to drop an ask to share your thoughts/cry/scream/fall in love with him all over again/analyse the lyrics/get technical musically/ANYTHING - I'd love to chat!

Tagging @shina913 as a fellow Joon lover

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