ExBoyfriendNamjoon Was A Little Pathetic If You Were Being Honest. Dig Through That Hard-bodied Exterior,

ExBoyfriendNamjoon was a little pathetic if you were being honest. Dig through that hard-bodied exterior, and you’d find that he’s as gummy as puddy when it came to you. Two years of being with him and putting up with the crazy schedules, lack of communication due to them, having to jump through hoops to conceal your relationship , all while dating rumors with other people in the industry didnt bode too well for the union in the end.

So when you’d had enough of his aloofness and emotional unavailability, walking away from him was mostly hard because he made it that way.

The extravagant gifts he’d send.

The endless late night calls and drunk texts.

The pop ups at your home.

The dead look in his tired eyes that pinned you with his repetitive questions.

“Why wont you talk to me?”

“Why cant we work this out?”

“Why did you just leave without hearing me?”

It was always the same.

But it was never something you minded when his insistence landed him between your legs, mumbling his pleas against your pussy.

Namjoon’s tongue felt like velvet against your puffy folds and you laid there spread for him on your bed with a hand resting against his spiky blonde buzz cut.

This was a new look for him but you weren't mad at it.

“Hmm?” you tucked your lips together and hummed partially for him to repeat what he’d just said, while also reacting to his skilled tongue on your clit.

Namjoon pauses licking you to lift his head.

“I said, just fucking come back to me already.” his voice thick and deep from emotion. It does a few things to you, your heart aching at the sadness in his tone. It also made your walls clench around the fingers paused inside of you that had been rubbing at your spot teasingly while he ate.

You lean up on your elbow as you panted, your own voice hoarse from moaning, and give your ex a quizzical look.

“Why should I? Youre the one who pushed me away..”

Namjoon should have expected such a response but he still seems confused.

“What do you mean? Im here arent I? Why would I push you away?”

You sigh.

This wasnt the time for another back and forth session with Kim Namjoon, the fucking debate king. He was just nose deep in your cunt a second ago, licking your towards a much needed orgasm after the week you’d had. Hell, if you knew letting him come over would result in a rehash of the last 2 months, you would have left him on read.

Being horny on a dull Saturday night with your ex was dangerous waters to be in.

“Y-you always do this! Namjoon, I..” you try to begin but the words morph into a sharp gasp and moan when those damned lips of his latch on to your clit. He suckles it in pulses while tapping it with the tip of his tongue. His two long middle and index fingers resume plunging in and out of you, pressing upwards to stimulate you exactly where he knew you needed.

“Oh shit..” you inhale sharply, your jaw dropping and brows pinching together while your hand pressed flat against the back of Namjoon’s head.

He groans and closes his eyes when you pressed him harder against your heat, his free hand coming up to lay flat against your tummy.

He had you fully naked while he’d only shed his shirt before getting down to business, so you knew his dick was hard and leaking in the confines his underwear and sweats.

Part of you wanted him in your mouth too, missing the taste of his pre cum and the weight of his girth on your tongue. But you knew he didnt deserve that type of treatment right now.

Hell, he knew that. Hence why he was working so hard on making you come undone all over his face.

The desperation was palpable with every sloppy kiss, lick, and suck against your swollen clit, and Namjoon’s fingers were pushing you towards dangerous heights. Your brain was close to going blank and settling in the type of head space where he could ask you anything and you’d leave your ego out of the answer.

“Please. Come back to me. Everything will be different. Dont you miss me? Dont you miss this?” he mumbled hurriedly after pulling off of your clit, his fingers steadily rubbing your g-spot.

Your keening is all you can manage, both of your hands now fisting at the sheets under you.

“Yes..fuck yes..” you slur, not even sure of what youre saying. Namjoon kept his eyes on your fucked out expression as he dove back in, lapping his long tongue over your clit a few more times.

“Yeah? Miss the way I make you feel? Miss the way I eat this pussy baby?”

His words were doing exactly what they were meant to do, push you into that blank space of lust drunkenness with a heightened desperation to cum.

And you knew you would. You always did. Namjoon was the type of man that wouldn't let up until you were shaking and calling his name, roughing him up with your nails dragging through his short cut.

He would always moan with you when you came, his husky groan vibrating against your pussy and damn near overstimulating you. His tongue slows its circles of infinity over your sensitive bud and the full warmth of his mouth smothers your pussy as he savors the taste of your fresh release.

One would think it was a fine wine the way it warmed his body and made the urge to pull his dick out and stroke it with your wetness on his fingers overwhelming.

“Fuck..” he exhaled at the thought, dragging his tongue up and down your seam to coax you back down from wherever his mouth had sent you. Your body goes limp, the hand that returned to Namjoon’s head sliding down the side of his face.

When you opened your eyes and gaze down at him, youre shocked to find his eyes just as teary as yours.

You sit up on your elbow again and frown worriedly down at your ex.

“Joon..” you call to him with what little of a voice you have at the moment, and your hand idles at his cheek.

His languid licks are replaced by tender kisses on your lower lips, then to your inner thigh. Then your palm. His lips are pillow soft and swollen from how passionately he was eating you, and they do little to ease you away from being stimulated towards wanting to cum all over his face again. He takes mercy on you though, leaning into your caress with his earnest eyes still locked with yours.

“I know Im a fucking mess. And I know how hard it is to be with someone like me..” Namjoon starts, holding your full attention.

“You deserve so much more. But I'm too selfish..I dont want anyone else to have you. I want...I need you to myself..” he sniffles.

You were still chasing your next breath when your fingers began stroking his face. Your thumb catches a fat tear that managed to escape and it inspires another to fall from his opposite eye.

Namjoon wasnt a crier. While he was emotionally expressive (usually through his music), it was very rare for him to allow himself to cry.

Especially in front of you.

Something you’d always resented.

“Joonie..” you sit up and Namjoon’s wide hands lift your legs from over his shoulders.

“I dont blame you for walking away.” he shakes his head, stopping you from speaking before he could lay all of his feelings bare.

“..but I just needed you tonight. Im enlisting soon and..and I just...” his voice breaks, the fear and smothering emotions seizing is tongue. You shush him immediately and scoot towards the edge of the bed to embrace him.

The two of you remained in this suggestive position with Namjoon on his knees at the edge of your bed,his large arms hugging your naked waist with his head resting on your tummy. You were fully sitting up now with your hands running over his back and over his head affectionatley.

Truth was, you did miss Namjoon. Terribly. It killed you to catch clips of his lives and seeing how tired and dejected he looked. How it seemed like he’d lost weight and wasnt sleeping or eating well. You knew he’s been drinking more often, and the scent of cigarettes mixing with his cologne let you know he’d picked up that habit again. It was clear that he’d been a mess without you.

And to be even more honest, you werent doing that hot yourself.

But there were just too many issues to work through with him that you both knew he’d never have the time to do with the type of career he has.

Tonight didn't need to be about that though.

Tonight, you were perfectly fine with allowing Namjoon to pleasure you since he knew exactly what you liked.

You both needed that.

lust royale [m] ● knj

❥ Title | Lust Royale

❥ Pairings | Namjoon x female reader (feat. Jimin)

⤑ Genre | Royal Guard!Namjoon, Princess!reader, Royalty!au, Smut, Angst

⤑ Summary | He is a walking temptation, even if he would often argue that you are his. Both of you have known that what you share together is nothing more but an act of sin. But who are you to deny the pull, or the way he ignites the desire within you which would only lay dormant if not for his touch? And he would be a fool to deny you the same, even if he has to watch you walk down the aisle and exchange vows to another man right the next day.

⤑ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

⤑ Warnings | Dom!Namjoon, Sub!reader, brat!reader, infidelity, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, name calling, Namjoon has a perverse kink to shave the reader (yes, that’s a thing), power play, jealousy, size kink, fingering (female receiver), oral sex (female receiver), clit play, nipple play, breast play, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, sensory play, voyeurism, orgasm control, multiple orgasm, praise kink, aftercare.

⤑ Word count | 8k words

❂ Fall For Romance

         ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Dia through @bangtansorciere​

⤐  AU Type: Salted Caramel Ice Cream (Unrequited Love AU)

⤐  Themes: Forbidden Romance, Royalty

⤐  Kinks: Sensory Play, Spanking, Nipple Play, Fingering, Voyeurism, Orgasm Denial/Control, Multiple Orgasm, Overstimulation, Size Kink

There is a special place in hell for someone like you.

A place where only the wicked and evil, where cheaters and smugglers are all locked in and punished together.

But you would still rather take it and risk it all, because you can never resist choosing the flames of carnal desire that makes you feel more alive over the cold and bitter and lonely life of a loveless marriage.

Tonight, you have chosen to let the curtains on your massive windows open, refusing to deny yourself the sight of the beautiful night sky. Without any lights in your bedroom, the moonlight’s shine takes over. Its light gives life into your bedroom as it shines through the window, illuminating your empty bed and the wedding dress hanging on the other side of the room.

You don’t quite understand why you had refused to allow the servants to secure the dress in your wardrobe before they left you for the night. Perhaps your wicked soul is some sort of a masochist after all, as it seems to have the desire for punishment. Because while the wedding dress looks lovely, a masterpiece which had been crafted specifically for your special day, it also serves as a mockery, a reminder that keeps taunting you about the life that could have been. And nobody would understand this because you are the only one who can see it in its true form, to be able to look at it as what it truly is—a shackle that will forever bind and imprison you in the future life of the King’s wife.

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SWEAR IT’S JUST RIGHT FOR YOU. | NANAMI. K

જ⁀➴ synopsis: when you and nanami are equally as obsessed with each other, it creates this perfect balance. you cook for him, and he treats your pussy like it’s a blessing.

જ⁀➴word count: 3,3k

જ⁀➴ c.w: pure filth with a bit of fluff, soft dom! nanami, he turns a bit rough towards the end, rough facefucking, cunnilingus + fingering, dirty talk + praise, riding, multiple orgasms + squirting.

When Nanami praises you, it’s soft, gentle and endearing. His rough palm gently collides with the soft skin of your jaw and his thumb traces your cheek. He is reminding you of how much you mean to him, how he would burn the entire world if it meant keeping you safe and protected. You are his fairy, his delicate girl whom he could never imagine even raising his voice at. When he scolds you, his voice is stern and filled with worry despite the displeased tone, his hand grabs at your shoulder not to hurt you, and you want to caress your thumb over his forehead and get him to stop furrowing his eyebrows so deeply.

“You’ll get wrinkles, Ken.” Your voice pulls him out of his displeased state for a moment, and Kento hears birds chirping outside of the window and the sunbeam caresses your skin—It hits your beautiful eyes and he takes in every detail; your eyebrows, the slight discoloration the bottom of your jaw, the mole that seems to bring out the beauty in you even more, your eyelashes that aren’t curled but naturally have a pretty shape to them and he heaves out a sigh. He is consumed by love wherever you are near.

Heaven knows how much the man craved domesticity. He found comfort in it—a routine, a promise that when he comes home, he gets to take off his brown shoes at the front door, put his keys in the small bowl that has a mirror hanging right above it. He would then look at his reflection in the mirror and look away immediately when he notices the sweat stains as he removes his jacket. He hears your footsteps as you rush out of the kitchen with a pretty apron around your waist. You made bread, and Nanami isn’t sure whether to be infatuated by the smell of it, or the smell of your hair that hits his nostrils as you wrap your arms around his waist.

He wouldn’t care that your hair is slightly damp, but he would breathe out how the tank top you were wearing was going to get you sick if you don’t watch out. And Kento cares a lot about your comfort, he respects you a lot, so when you hug his sweaty self, his hands would gently try to remove your arms from around him and protest that he was dirty.

“It’s all hard work, Ken. I like it.” To which he wouldn’t say much but give in and let you hold him. He understands that to an extent, having a natural smell like this was attractive, he’s always told you that he likes it when you come home complaining about sweating too much and all he says is that it makes you even more attractive. Your flushed cheeks, your hair sticking up in small antennas, your nose scrunching up at how disgusting it feels to have your shirt cling onto your skin—

“Can I join you in the shower?” Which always catches you off guard, but you accept of course and Nanami sets his book down, he removes his glass and folds them neatly on top of the book before following right behind you in the bathroom. You giggle nervously when you see him close the door and lock it before leaning against it, and you let out a small and timid ‘what?’ when he keeps eyeing with the same intense eyes.

“You are beautiful.” He never denies that he is looking at you—admiring you, but instead reminds you every time that nothing in the world can change his mind about his infatuation with you.

And somewhere in between that comforting thought of coming home to you, a show playing on TV in the living room, bread baking in the oven and the smell of a clean home—Nanami dreams of fucking you stupid on the couch. He wouldn’t remove your apron, he wouldn’t let you wash your hands off of the flour—he would simply drop his pants, push your shorts down and spread your legs only to find out that you weren’t wearing any panties.

He feels sick to his stomach at thought, sighs and rubs his forehead at the fact that he was imagining such dirty things to do with you. If it were a normal fantasy like coming home and fucking you on the bed, he wouldn’t feel that bad. But that was the thing about fantasies, they existed in our head without our control, and it was up to us to act out on them or not. Kento cherished you too much to scare you off with his oh-so-called sick and twisted fantasy of his.

He comes home after a long day at work, and it’s a few minutes past seven. The house isn’t quiet, there is a show playing in the background and that was the first thing that had Kento stop dead in his tracks. He chooses to brush it off and simply rids himself of his jacket and shoes, sets his keys on the bowl before the smell of bread hits his nostrils and his lips part in confusion.

Was he dreaming? Did he somehow astral project into another dimension where his fantasy was a reality? It only confuses him further when you come out of the kitchen wearing an apron—in this reality though, you’ve chosen to wear one of his shirts instead, and Nanami doesn’t know if it’s better or worse. He tries to hide it, the way he can feel his cock hardening in his pants as you approach him with his shirt, fuzzy socks and hands that had traces of flour on them.

“You’re home.” Is how you greet him, your cheek resting on his chest and melting against his body as you breathe in his scent, a constant reminder that you get to be greeted with this sight five times a week around the same time. You boyfriend’s hand travels up to the back of your head and his fingers comb through your hair as he hums a tired response.

“Did you miss me?” Obviously, is what you want to say. But instead, when you look up at him and notice his hooded eyes, you feel his other rest on the small of your back and your heart leaps in your chest. All of a sudden, you feel hot and you feel something poking at you and you’re just surprised.

It was normal for your boyfriend to have needs, you were used to the sexual frustration that comes with having such a stressful job—but normally, Kento would avoid initiating anything with you until he’s showered and made sure he was clean. For him to insinuate that he wanted you, and so loudly with those eyes—you could feel your panties getting ruined.

“Pretty girl,” he calls out for you again when he notices your silence and the hand resting on your waist holds your chin whilst the other firmly grabs your hair. “Did you miss me?” He asks again, stern and you nod. You missed him too much, you realize. Because the lack of conversation beside greeting him and telling him he’s home—all of it was intensifying the sexual tension. It was almost like your body was warning you that Kento wasn’t going to go easy on you this time and you felt jittery.

“I missed you, Kento. Did you miss me?” You say as your hands grab onto his blouse in fists. You bring him closer to you, and gasp when you feel his hand travel down to hold your neck. He isn’t trying to cut your air, but when you make eye contact with him and see that his face has darkened, you let out a small noise.

“Let me show you instead.”

On the couch, Nanami wastes no time to attach his lips to yours and kiss you breathless. He was such a good kisser, always so passionate, always making sure to tease the corner of your lips before biting nibbling here and there—and fuck, did he lose his mind every time you tried to suck on his tongue. He would just push you on your back and cage you between his strong arms.

Nanami feels like he is constantly losing his breath whenever you are near, but when you grab onto his forearms and moan, he goes feral. Suddenly, he is reminded of how much weaker you are compared to him—frail, delicate, soft and sensitive to his touch. He is lucky, he is blessed and he makes sure to spoil you and that pretty pussy.

His kisses trail all the way down from your neck to your collarbones, his takes a whiff of your perfume and hums.

“You smell so sweet,” he mumbles against your skin. Instead of removing your apron and shirt, he pushes them up to reveal the cute panties that you were wearing and his finger traces the wet patch that’s already formed.

“Kento,” you call out to your boyfriend breathless, desperate—as though you were on a deserted island and he was the water to quench your thirst. Your legs spread on instinct for the man to settle between them and you feel his hot breath right against your panties.

“But you smell even better here… Right here,” he says and he pushes your panties to the side to reveal the wet mess hiding behind the fabric. You prop yourself up a bit higher to be able to look at Nanami while he eats you out, and you blush when you notice that he’s already staring at you.

“Up.” He pats your ass and you lift up your hips to allow him to remove your panties for you, but instead of throwing them on the floor, you see him take a whiff of the fabric and sigh and your blush darkens.

“Can I keep these, my love?” He asks sweetly, voice so deep you felt like your pussy was embarrassing you with how wet it was and you mindlessly nod. “Is that so?” He knew you wouldn’t say no, but he still wanted to thank you for trusting him with his perverted intentions.

“You’re too good for me.” Is the last thing that you hear from him before he dives between your legs and fuck—he is too good. You know Nanami is good, you don’t doubt that he can make you cum as many times as he wants before reaching his own high, but something about him eating your pussy like a treat, enjoying every drop and sucking on your clit with the intention of making you lose your mind—that was too much.

You feel his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks before smothering his face in your pussy. His nose nudges at your clit while his tongue licks at your folds and you think that for a moment, maybe he is enjoying this more than you do. His hands grip your thighs to keep them in place, and when he notices that your legs are starting to shake and your hips are bucking up, he takes one look at you and his dick almost bursts.

Flushed chest, swollen lips and a fucked out face. If Nanami wasn’t already in love with your beauty, then he feels himself falling deeper for you. You fall apart on his tongue a couple of seconds later, he enjoys the way you gasp, moan and cry as he keeps his lips attached to your clit and you try to push his head away.

“Too much,” you gasp. “Kento!” you cry out when you feel his two fingers nudge at your folds and by this point, you are breathing too hard. You feel his thick finger prod at that one spongy spot almost immediately and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He presses a hand to your stomach and praises are spilling from his lips like a chant, watching as your soul almost escaped your body with every thrust of his thick fingers perfectly against your spot.

“That’s right baby, you’re doing so good,” “this pussy takes me so well,” “you make me so proud, look at this pussy—fucking filthy,”

The mixture of praise and him losing his composure and cursing has you reaching your orgasm again faster than expected. But this time, you make a bit of a mess and you try to apologize for ruining the couch and his clothes but he is quick to shut you up with his lips.

“You’ve just squirted on me, and you want to apologize?” he mumbles against your cheek, fingers still buried inside you and you whine.

“I made a mess,” you try to reason with your beast of a boyfriend but he quickly retreats his fingers back and delivers a harsh smack to your pussy.

“It’s never been a problem when it’s our bed, has it?”

“Kento,” you call out softly when your boyfriend starts to kiss at your neck again. “Kento, fuck my mouth.” Nanami’s brain short circuits at this and the shock is evident on his features. He doesn’t have time to stop you or protest because you are quick to get off the couch and on your knees for him.

“You’ve been so good to me, keeping me satisfied and happy—I bet you want to fuck my mouth sometimes, don’t you?” Your hands are quickly unbuckling his belt. You don’t remove his pants completely, only enough to free his painfully hard cock from his boxers. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you watch as he throws his head back on the couch with each slow stroke.

“You don’t know what you are asking for,” is what he says as he tries to get you to back out of this, but you are determined to let him ruin your life. Him, the only man on this planet whom you would blindly trust with your life.

“I know what I am asking for.”

“I could hurt you,”

“I will tap your thigh if you do,” and then there’s a few moments of silence where Kento just stares deeply into your eyes. When you see him lean down towards you, your breath catches in your throat and your lips part in shock when his hand goes to the back of your head and the other one grips your jaw open.

“Open up.” And when you do, he rests the fat tip of his cock on your tongue. The pre-cum is a bit salty but you don’t say anything as you let Kento handle your mouth to his liking. He tells you to open up a bit more and breathe before he starts to thrust his dick in and out of your mouth at a slow pace.

You’re taking it well at first, but when you notice your boyfriend’s thighs shaking, indicating that he is holding back on you, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Quite literally.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you push his dick down your throat, nose nuzzling against his pubes and he curses out loud.

“Fuck--!” You repeat the same motion over and over again, and by the third time, your boyfriend finally breaks and starts fucking your mouth like a starved man. Your knees burn, and so do your lungs—the couch is moving every time Kento brings your head back on his cock and you’ve braced yourself on his thighs for support.

“Sorry—fuck, I’m sorry baby,” he says between gritted teeth. However, when his eyes catch that you’re rubbing your swollen clit to the same rhythm of your head on his cock, something in him snaps.

He pushes you off of his cock, and any complaint you head is drowned out when he stands up and his cock stands proud. You look up at him from your spot on the floor and brace yourself on his thighs again when you feel him grab your face and push his cock inside your mouth.

“Filthy fucking girl,” he breathes out. “Can’t even let me be sweet to you—shit,” based on how difficult it is to even talk properly, you guess that he is close and so you sneak a hand between his legs and starts fondling with his balls—you squeeze them, and that’s when Nanami finally breaks and cums down your throat with a broken moan.

Even while trying to catch his breath, Nanami’s hands caress your face and neck as he takes a seat and pulls you closer to him. He then helps you get back up on your feet and pulls you on his lap to kiss you. He can taste himself on your tongue even after you’ve swallowed everything.

“Was I good?” You ask when he pulls away from your lips to kiss your cheek and down your neck once again, a pattern that he’s learned always turns you into putty.

“Perfect, my love. You are perfect for me.”

You are surprised at how fast he gets hard again, but you supposed it’s also because you were literally grinding your bare pussy against his dick. Your hands hold onto his shoulders for support as you try to slip his dick past your folds, but you let out a surprised noise when he easily lifts you up and aligns the tip of his cock with your pussy.

“Noticed that you like my arms a lot,” he says and you are obliged to stare at his forearms and good lord—the way they flex as they hold you above his cock, Nanami lets out an amused chuckle when he sees a string of arousal drip directly on top of his cock. “You do like them, huh?”

“Baby,” you whimper and Kento cannot find it in him to tease you any longer. He gently drops you down on his cock and he immediately gets to work. His hand rests on the small of your back and pushes you towards him to press your chest flush against his, his hands then grip your ass cheeks and he starts to slam you up and down on his cock with so much ease.

You sound like a mess. The combination of your boyfriend’s strong arms and the tip of his thick cock abusing your spot turns you into a blabbering mess on top of him.

“So good, so good—fuck, oh fuck,” sounded like music to his ears. Your whines your moans, your fucked out look and your eyes begging him to ruin you—Nanami was addicted to every part of you.

And it only takes a few more messy and sloppy thrusts from him and you cum around him with a loud cry.

“There you go,” he says breathlessly, feeling his own orgasm creeping up on him. “Make a mess on me, baby,”

You shake like a leaf on top of him, hands gripping onto his shirt for dear life and lips pressed against his neck.

“Think you can take a bit more for me? I’m really close, darling,”

“Hurry up,” you say desperately and as promised, Kento thrusts a few more times before he is cumming inside you with a loud groan. He buries his face in your neck, taking in your scent that has now been mixed with his own and a hint of sweat. He relaxes in your hold, hand tracing the small of your back as a way to get you to come down from your orgasm and perhaps even apologize for being a bit rough with you earlier.

All of his worries are brushed off when you pull away from him to press a kiss to his forehead, his nose then down to lips.

“I love you, Ken. I love you too much,” you announce, a hint of sleepiness to your voice and a smile finds its way to his face.

“I love you too, darling. I love you too much.”

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satisfied — knj oneshot (bday special)

pairing: roommate!namjoon x fem!reader

warnings: e2l type shi, nicknames, unprotected sex, eating out (fem! receiving), riding, nipple play, big dick!namjoon, overstimulation, creampie, porn without plot

note: dedicated to @deluluisdasolulu ♡

wc: 1.6k+

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"you. fucking. suck."

"i. don't. care."

unbelievable.

your roommate, kim namjoon, thinks he can do whatever he wants and get away with it. and what annoys you the most is that he always fucking does.

"you can't just bring a bunch of people here and ruin the place and then wait for me to clean this shit up," you grit out, barely holding your frustration.

it's his birthday.

but that doesn't mean you're gonna clean up his mess. you were at work all day, and now you come home to this...

god, there's trash everywhere.

"my birthday wish; clean up this mess for me," he says with a fake pout, plastered on his stupid annoying face.

"no fucking way."

"that's not a nice thing to say to the birthday boy," he frowns, as if he's the victim here.

oh, the fucking audacity.

"i was at work all day, and i had to fucking stay late to finish some stupid paperwork, and now all i want to do is rest. i am not cleaning up your birthday mess, kim namjoon." you cross your arms tightly, trying to keep your voice from raising further.

"aw, miss little angry is stressed," he coos, walking over to the fridge, pulling out a beer bottle like everything's normal.

"it's either you clean up or i'm..." you pause, thinking for a second, "i'll call the cops on you!" you let out a frustrated sigh.

what are you even saying? cops?

"cops?" he chuckles, walking over to you with the beer bottle, towering over you now. his shirt is half unbuttoned, hair messy. he looks you up and down before taking a long sip of his drink. "what, you tryna scare me now? hm?"

oh god, why is this making you horny?

"i-i... you should clean," you stammer, your voice softer than before as you desperately try to get a grip on your mind.

he grins.

he fucking grins.

and not the sweet kind of grin. it's that evil, cocky grin.

but for some reason, you can't seem to get any more words out. he looks hotter than usual today. probably because you haven't had sex in a while.

or maybe because you never noticed how incredibly hot he looks when he's not being a complete pain in the ass.

he leans down, his face close to yours, your noses almost touching. "you look so tired. miss little angry had a bad day, hm?" he tilts his head, teasing you.

"fuck you." you grit out, which only seems to satisfy him more.

"you're so cute when you're all riled up, you know that?" his eyes flicker to your lips before returning to your eyes. "almost too cute to stop me from bending you over and having my way with you."

oh lord have mercy—

no. no. no. you can't give in to his stupid tricks. he's only doing this so you'll clean the whole place. you can't give in. you're stronger than this.

"nice try," you say, pushing him back, forcing some distance between you two.

"i'm gonna go take a shower. you better start cleaning, birthday boy," you say, pointing to the mess of beer bottles and food wrappers. and god, you hope that's not a used condom lying on the floor.

he sighs dramatically. “yes, ma'am.”

before unlocking your door, you spin around, feeling one last wave of anxiety. "wait. please tell me nobody fucked in my room," you scrunch your nose in disgust.

"oh yeah, there was a foursome going on in your room. it was really fun to watch," he says, taking another swig from his bottle.

"what the fuck!?" you exclaim, ready to throw hands.

"relax!! i'm joking,” he laughs. "i may not know much about boundaries, but i don't let people trash your room. little miss angry needs her safe space, right?" he flashes you a grin, almost as if he's mocking you.

you scoff, shaking your head as you finally head to your room, leaving him to deal with the mess.

after your relaxing shower, you spend at least 30 minutes in your room, trying to calm your nerves. you hear some hustle and bustle from outside your door, and you assume he's actually cleaning up.

you feel a little bad.

maybe you were a bit harsh?

it's his birthday, after all.

you baked him cupcakes last night, which took a lot of work since you've never baked before. they weren't perfect, but it still counts—one of the reasons you're tired, since you didn't sleep much.

but it was worth it, considering that all the cupcakes are gone, not even leaving one for you.

you hope he ate most of them.

you open your door after what seems like an hour, finding a tired, shirtless namjoon on the couch. the sight makes you feel something.

wish he could ruin you and—

what?

you're clearly not in your right mind right now.

you walk over to the couch he's sleeping on. he looks up at you, taking in your form. it's the usual shorts and t-shirt, nothing sexy about it. okay, maybe a little inappropriate because you're not wearing anything under those. your perked nipples are visible through the t-shirt, and you notice how his eyes darken.

“good job,” you say, scanning the room.

“thanks, although you forced me to do it,” he sits up on the couch, your stomach right in front of his face, but there's still a little space between you two.

“it's your responsibility,” you say with a smirk.

he looks up at you, returning your smirk, “yeah? can I ask for my birthday wish now?”

“fine, what do you want?” you ask.

he stands up, making you stumble back a little, but he pulls you closer by placing his hands on your hips. leaning into your ear, he whispers, “you.”

and that's it.

you give in.

"oh my— f-fuck!!"

he's got you sprawled on your bed, arms wrapped around your thighs, head moving up and down as he eats your pussy like it's his last meal.

"you taste so fucking good” he gasps as he starts sucking on your clit, his tongue rolling on the sensitive nub. your hand grips his hair urging him closer as you grind against his face

"f-fuck joon, mm so close" you moan, your head thrown back on the pillow from the intense pleasure.

he continues eating you out, his tongue doing wonders to you as you let out shameless gasps and moans.

one of his hands travel to your breast, squeezing it gently. he uses one finger to play with your nipple, rolling and pinching it. you reach out to your other breast, mirroring his actions.

the dirty wet sounds of his eager mouth on you fill the room.

“cum on my face, baby, do it.”

and you do.

you come on his face and he licks up every drop of you.

he sits up with that cocky grin on his face. he takes in the sight of you all spread out and breathless for him.

"we're not done yet, come here," he pats his lap, stroking his already hard length, "ride my cock like the good girl you are."

do you even wanna say no to that?

he helps you settle on his cock, and you wince a little at the stretch.

he is so fucking big.

"you sure you can take it?" he chuckles

"yes, i can," you breathe out, letting him slide deeper into you, and a loud yelp escapes your lips. he groans at the tightness.

"it's okay, baby, go slow," he says, his hands firmly on your hips. you nod, trying to pace yourself.

you move slowly, taking all of him in, and oh fuck, it feels incredible.

your hands grip his broad shoulders as you start bouncing on his thick length. his eyes are drawn to your bouncing tits, and soon enough, his mouth is wrapped around your nipple, sucking and licking it greedily.

"mmfh joon s-so good!" you gasp as you keep moving up and down on his cock. your walls wrap tightly around namjoon's cock, the squelching sounds and messy moans filling the room.

"f-fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his grip on you tightening. he lifts his hips slightly, hitting the perfect spot.

"r-right there, mmfh joon, more!" his cock hits the spot over and over, making you lose control, your body weakening from the overstimulation.

"gonna come for me? hm? already?" he rasps as he slows down, gently placing you on the bed without pulling out. you nod weakly as he continues pounding into you.

"hold it for me, baby, not yet."

you can only hope your neighbors can't hear you because the noises spilling from your mouth sound straight out of porn—loud and messy.

"joon p-please, i wanna cum," you cry out. it’s too much. he’s too much. you need to cum.

"fuck! yes baby, cum with me," he growls as his thrusts grow faster.

"oh y-yes fuck!!" a choked moan leaves you as you release, your legs shaking slightly.

"gonna fill you up, baby," he hisses before thrusting two final times, shooting his cum deep inside you. your mouth hangs open, and your chest rising and falling repeatedly.

he pulls out slowly, collapsing beside you and tugging you close to him.

“happy birthday to you i guess," you breathe out, a smile playing on your lips, and he chuckles in response.

“miss little angry not so angry anymore, hm?” he teases, a grin on his lips. you chuckle, playfully slapping his chest.

“miss little angry satisfied.”

Do you ever look at guys hands and think fuck yes

happy birthday to the daddiest of daddy namjoon <3

Freeze The Day (KNJ x F!Reader)

Pairing: Mechanic!Namjoon x Reader genre(s): smut, porn with a really bare plot, fluff, crack/humor au(s): strangers-to-lovers, one night stand word count: 2.9k warnings: it's cold and dark and OC is alone, cursing, alcohol use, intoxication (consent is established), unprotected sex (put your hubcap on before you rev up), soft!dom namjoon, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), deep throating, thigh riding, slight edging, brief nipple play rating: 18+

summary: When your car breaks down in the middle of a small town during a winter storm, you call the nearest repair shop you can find. Lucky for you, the handsome mechanic is more than willing to give you a warm welcome.

a/n: long overdue, but here is the other installment of the Snowed In series! i had so much fun writing this Namjoon - he's the perfect mix of dorky/cute and sexy (as he should be!). this is unedited, so bear with me, as there may be mistakes, but I hope you enjoy!

tagging: @joonscypher bc you said to!!

The snowflakes fall outside your window, coating the neighborhood around you in a fine layer of white powder that glistens under the street lights. As far around you as the eye can see, everything seems pristine and perfect. Except for you, it’s not. Nearly twenty minutes ago, the engine of your car had started sputtering, throwing you into a full-fledged panic as you cruise the snowy roads home from a business trip. Cursing under your breath, you watch as the snow comes down harder, obstructing your view of the path ahead. Leaving you lost and confused, unsure where you are, or which direction to go next.

Hitting the gas slowly, you decide to trudge on when you hear a sound that makes you blood run even colder than the freezing temperatures outside. Your wheels are turning, but the car isn’t moving. Groaning in frustration, you slam the gas a few more times, growing more and more upset when nothing happens.

“Fuck!” you cry out, tears pricking your eyelashes.

Taking a deep breath, your befuddled brain makes the executive decision that it’s best to stop and think up a plan for your next move. Something was clearly wrong with your car making it unlikely that you’d reach home in the next few hours. And to think, you’d been so excited to sit by the fire with a cup of tea and watch Netflix to your heart’s content. Grumbling, you open your phone, the bright screen hurting your eyes as you scan the weather forecast. More and more snow.

The seeming hopelessness of your situation creates a knot in your stomach. Frantically scouring google, you almost sob harder when you see there are no hotels nearby. The only option would be to find someone to fix your car, and then drive home as quickly as possible. As you continue scrolling, you let out a relieved scream when you find Triva: Motors, a nearby mechanic shop that also provides towing services. And they’re open! Pressing the call number next to the business name, the phone rings as you wait for (hopefully) some salvation.

“Hello? Trivia: Motors speaking, Namjoon here.” a deep voice answers.

“Oh my god, you’re here, thank god. My name is ___ and I’m stranded on the corner of Oak and Maple right now. My car won’t start, and I was hoping you’d be able to come tow it so I can get it fixed at the shop?” you explain frantically, breathless as you await his response.

“Shit!” you hear on the other end, causing you to furrow your brows.

“Is everything alright?” you ask him, skepticism invading your thoughts. Maybe there was a reason they were the only auto shop open right now.

“Ugh, fu-, sorry ma’am, you weren’t supposed to hear that,” Namjoon responds on the other end. “Just give me a moment, I’ll send someone to pick you up.”

And so, you wait. Alone, in the cold, with no heater for fear that your battery runs out. Shivering, you wonder where the mechanic must be. Had he gotten lost? Or was he just jilting an innocent customer because he was a fraud? Scoffing, you hug yourself tighter, trying to keep the tears at bay while you hope for a rescuer in the dark.

What feels like hours later, a knock on your window causes you to jump. You see a tall, looming figure and immediately your heartbeat quickens. There was no sign of a tow truck anywhere. Avoiding eye contact with the figure, you take deep, heavy breaths, silently plotting how you can incapcitate your attacker and make a potential escape.

The knocking continues on the window, but it’s the voice that follows that surprises you.

“Ma’am? It’s Namjoon. From Trivia: Motors? I’m here for the car.”

You feel anything but relief right now. This was the mechanic you’d spoken to on the phone? How did he even get here? Why wasn’t there a tow truck? More and more, it seemed like he was a fraud ready to take your money. No way you were going to let that happen.

Shoving the door open, you hear a deep whoa, followed by a thud as the man falls into the snow. Blinded by rage, you point an accusing finger towards him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you seethe. “You call this auto service?! I had to wait here, for nearly an hour, in the freezing cold, all alone, for you to show up! And now you’re here, and you don’t even bring a fucking tow truck? What is wrong with you?”

The man scowls, brushing snow off his coat, and pushes himself up off the ground. As you take in his appearance, you gulp. He was so tall. Not only that, it looked like he downed protein shakes every ten minutes with the way his muscles were bulging underneath the thick coat

“For your information, darlin’, that entire time you waited?” he growls, voice dropping an octave. “I was on my way to help you. You should be lucky anyone out here is even willing to step foot in five inches of snow to save your ungrateful ass.”

Rubbing your temples, you take a deep breath. Now was not the time to lose it over this pathetic excuse and lack of apology. You needed your car fixed. As soon as possible.

“Then why the hell is there no tow truck? I’m sorry,” you whimper, the cold nipping at your fingers. “I’m just tired, and cold and I’d like to be able to rest my feet someplace warm tonight. “

His face softens, a pair of dimples making themselves known in the reassuring smile he gives. Suddenly, his expression changes, as you remark guilt washing over his strong, handsome features.

“My apologies, darlin’,” he mumbles sheepishly, refusing to make eye contact. “You see, I’m the only one working today. Normally Jungkook or Hoseok would help handle our towing, but they’re off. I didn’t mean to make you wait so long… it’s just…”

Raising your eyebrows, you part your lips, watching as he paces back and forth, talking to himself, figuring out what to say. You feel yourself grinning at him. Cute.

“Namjoon? It’s freezing.” you wince, shuddering.

“I can’t drive!” he blurts out at the same time, causing you to gasp in shock. You watch in horror as he rambles on.

“All the other guys, they tease me all the time, about how I can’t drive . . . it’s not like I haven’t tried . . . we’re a team anyway, I don’t know why they’re so insistent . . . my bicycle works just fine.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T DRIVE?” you scream, grabbing him by his lapels.

“Meaning, I don’t have a driver’s license?” he shrugs his shoulders, face blanching at the murderous look you give him.

“Buuut, I brought my bike! And this,” he adds eagerly, holding up a jumper cable. “I was gonna throw my bike in your trunk and give you a jump so we can head back to the auto shop and take a better look. The only thing is, you have to drive.”

The expression on your face must give away your inner anguish, because Namjoon reaches over to put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Listen, ____, I know you’re tired and upset. But I promise you, just drive this thing back for me, and I’ll do anything I can to help,” he reaches a hand towards you, clasping it in his own.

“Trust me, please?”

In the end, it didn’t end up being that bad. Namjoon had managed, with impressive ease, to jumpstart your car. All throughout the drive back, he teased you, asking why the two of you didn’t just drive off and run away together. You’re grateful for the cold helping hide your flushed cheeks as you listen to his jabs. Truthfully, you could have just gotten up and driven away. However, something about the earnestness in Namjoon’s eyes made you want to trust him.

Now, you’re thankful, and also a little flustered as you sit on the folding chair Namjoon had brought out of the office for you. Nibbling mindlessly on a slice of the pizza he’d ordered for you, all your focus is directed to his legs as they peek out from underneath your car.

No longer shivering from the cold, your eyes widen at Namjoon’s strong, muscular thighs, clad in a pair of cosy, grey sweatpants. He’d removed his coat after welcoming you into the shop, finally allowing you to marvel at the bulging biceps hidden underneath his coat, his broad chest clad in the thinnest of tank tops. Feeling yourself shudder, you wonder how those arms would look pinning you down. As you look around the shop, trying to distract yourself with anything in the vicinity, your eyes fall upon a photo frame.

“So, you run this place with your friends?” you muse distractedly, unsure if Namjoon can hear you under the hood.

“Yup!” Namjoon responds enthusiastically, rolling himself out. He doesn’t seem to realize there’s a huge smudge of grease on his cheek, which makes you smile.

“That’s Jin-hyung, Yoongi-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, Jimin-ah, Taehyung-ah, and Jungkook-ah,” he points to the six other faces in the photo, punctuating each introduction with an adorable anecdote about them. You feel your smile widen as he rambles on about their friendship and the different jobs they have within the shop.

The conversation flows naturally from there. Namjoon of course asks you about yourself, and you tell him about your boring, mundane office job sorting files. He can sense your fatigue, kindly reassuring you that a career doesn’t have to be your passion, and his thoughtfulness makes you feel warm inside.

Half an hour later, and the car has been long abandoned in favor of a six pack Namjoon cracked open. He sits cross-legged at your feet, giggling at your fuzzy socks with koalas on them. You feel effervescent, all your previous worries from the evening dissipating as you enjoy the company of the formidable man in front of you.

“Heyyyyy,” you draw out the word, catching his attention again. He looks at you with glassy eyes, gaze focused on your parted lips. “What’s the deal with your driver’s license anyway?”

“Not this again…” he groans, playfully slapping his palm to the side of his head. “I told you, it just never worked out for me, okay? I think I have, uhhh, what do they call it? Road rage. Yeah. Road rage.”

You snicker at his confused state. Namjoon immediately feigns hurt at your teasing, lips drawing together in a pout.

“Stop laughing ____! Just because I can’t drive, doesn’t mean I’m not good at other things,” he whines.

“Oh yeah?” you howl. “What else are you good at?”

He stands up, looming over you as he grasps the edges of your thighs. You gasp, feeling your insides burn at his close proximity. Something in his gaze has shifted. The previous warmth in his dark brown eyes has been replaced by something deeper. Feeling overwhelmed, you look to the side, but his large hand cups your chin and tilts your head back towards him.

“Giving orgasms,” he whispers, before tilting his head down to meet your lips.

Despite the alcohol warming your veins, his kiss lights a fire within you. Whimpering, you grasp the back of his neck, lips furiously clashing against his. Namjoon parts the seam of your lips with his tongue, tracing the inside of your mouth. You let out a moan as you feel yourself begin to dampen at his ministrations.

And just like that, it’s over before it stops. Namjoon pulls away, and you nip at his bottom lip with a whine, begging him to continue. He looks at you, panting, and you feel yourself melt under his intense stare.

“Shit,” he breathes out, pushing your messy strands of hair aside. “You’re so fucking pretty. Stay with me tonight?”

“Please,” you beg. And his lips are back on yours.

“Baby, I have to teach you a lesson,” Namjoon groans, as he shoves his cock in between your lips. Mewling, you prod his slit, leaving kitten licks all over the head of his dick while your pussy throbs, wetness leaking onto the floor of his office.

Fed up with your teasing, Namjoon pushes himself further in, feeling your throat constrict around him. Smirking, he pulls the ends of your hair, tipping your face up to see you, lipstick smudged and cheeks flushed, looking like sin incarnate as you take more and more of him down your throat.

“You won’t ever question my ability to provide satisfactory service again, right?” he laughs, throwing his head back with a grunt as you give him a particularly hard suck to confirm your affirmation.

Namjoon tugs you off his cock, lifting you up to straddle his lap, ignoring your protests and whines. Your arousal has become sticky and uncomfortable, clinging to your thighs and the inside of your panties. Clit throbbing, you brace yourself against Namjoon’s strong legs as you begin grinding, your moans becoming louder and more pronounced as he sucks dark purple bruises on the side of your neck.

“So beautiful,” he whispers into your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. “I haven’t even touched you properly, and you’re already going to come for me?”

“Joon-,” you moan, bucking harder against him. “Please, please, I need to cum so bad-”

A loud slap lands on your ass, the sting of it unbearable in combination with the pleasure from rubbing all over his work pants. You feel your orgasm approach, the delicate thread holding your sanity ready to snap, when-

Namjoon lifts you off his thigh, and your eyes fill with tears.

“Don’t be greedy babygirl,” he pins your arms to your sides to control your spasming figure. “I want you to come on my cock instead.”

Pushing your panties aside, he lines his cock up with your entrance, tapping the head against your clit while your cunt walls clench in anticipation. Without warning, he slides in, bottoming out with a harsh thrust, nearly making you fall off his lap as you keen.

His eyes find yours again, looking for any signs of worry or displeasure, but you bite your lip and nod your assent, letting him know it’s okay to begin.

His pace is furious from the start, sharply thrusting into your wet cunt with deep strokes, changing up his position constantly to find the one spot inside of you that makes you lose it. Unable to contain your pleasure, you bounce up and down in time with his thrusts, his large hands reaching underneath your shirt to grope at your tits, pinching your pebbled nipple through your bra.

Clenching down on him, you feel his cock throb as his other hand reaches to your center, rubbing your swollen clit as he moves in and out. You make the mistake of looking down, watching both his hands and cock work your cunt, and feel your orgasm wash over you. Going limp in Namjoon’s arms, you moan weakly at the last few shallow thrusts before he spills into you.

Your eyelids flutter, the haze of your orgasm lingering in the air. Namjoon presses a soft kiss to your lips, and it’s the last thing you remember as sleep claims you.

“____? Wake up,” you groan at the soft voice that rouses you from your slumber, opening your eyes to an unfamiliar room. Panicking, you look down at the baggy t-shirt you’re wearing, rubbing your eyes to reorient yourself. As the blurriness fades, you blink, vision clearing to find a worried Namjoon staring back at you.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks hopefully, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he gauges your reaction.

“I slept well,” you say softly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the memory of last night. “You?”

“Not much, I’m afraid,” he says wistfully. “But good news, the car is all done.”

You feel your heart swell at the realization that after he put you to bed, Namjoon stayed up all night working on your car. It touches you in a way you didn’t think was possible, and for a moment, the thought of driving back home and never seeing him again causes tears to jump to your eyes.

The two of you stand in silence, not a word spoken as you rise, shuffling around him to step into the bathroom and change into your clothes. When you come back, he’s disappeared, and you huff silently.

You make your way to the entrance of his apartment, shoving on your shoes. Maybe he wanted this to be a one time thing. Your heart flip flops, cycling back and forth between the absolutely ruthless way he’d fucked you and the way he went out of his way to make sure you were taken care of in last night’s harsh snowstorm.

As you turn the knob, you hear a throat clear behind you. Whirling around, you see a sheepish Namjoon rub the back of his neck. Raising your brows at him, you look him up and down.

“____?” he blurts out. “I know I shouldn’t be the one asking you for this, but I burnt breakfast. Help me?”

You feel your shoulders relax, breaking out into a wide smile as you teasingly punch him in the shoulder.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜