Happy Birthday To The Daddiest Of Daddy Namjoon

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 💜

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.”

Ａｌｌ Ａｂｏｕｔ Ｕｓ ＫＮＪ

Synopsis - You run away with your boyfriend, but the road life takes a toll on you and Namjoon.

a/n: I hate this but now I'm moving onto recs! Also the old guy is Pedro Pascal....

Tags/Warnings: GUN VIOLENCE, consensual sex, VIOLENCE AGAINST READER, Yelling, GASLIGHTING

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“You got everything ready?” You hopped in the car, your boyfriend in the drivers seat. It was late at night damn near 12 in the morning. But you had to leave, you couldn't take your mom's boyfriend anymore. He was practically suffocating you, and you weren't even related to him. And surprisingly Namjoon had wanted to leave after a big blow out with his family.

“I'm sick of this shit, we would be so happier if it was just us.” You has ranted on the phone earlier, holed up in your room.

“Who said it couldn't be?” Those words sealed you fate and so you packed a bag and decided to run away with him.

Snapping out of your trance of recollection of the days previous events“Yeah. Of course.” You said looking back at your house.

“Good, I'm gonna drive until I find a good place for us to crash.” Namjoon leaned in kissing on your forehead before pulling off. You found yourself looking back, but Namjoon had a firm grip on your thigh rubbing reassuringly.

A gust of cold air brushed over you, shivering slightly. You only had a backpack with all the things you could carry, and from that you pulled out a blanket. Spreading it over you, finally resting your hand on your boyfriend's. It was so intimate and you couldn't wish to be anywhere else.

“Are you sure you have everything figured out baby?” You asked letting out a yawn. His jaw clenched, but he have a small hum. “Okay… I just wanted to know.” You said sleep heavy on your eyes.

“Sleep baby. I'll wake you up when I've found something okay?”

“Mhmm… Nighty Night.” Namjoon chuckled humming one again.

🌄

When you woke up Namjoon was shaking you awake, his bag in hand. “Hmm?” You yawned out stretching the sleep from your bones.

“Wake up sleepy head. I got us a motel to crash at for the night.” He reached for your bag as well hoisting it over his shoulder. You nodded before getting up sleep evident in every movement. Joon smiled before reaching for your hand, leading you up to your shared room for the night. He pulled out a pair of keys and opened the door, a large bed and tv in the room. It was so well cleaned and you couldn't wait to finally get cleaned up, your body covered in a phantom layer of sweat.

“Okay, this is above motel average.” You laughed falling back on the bed. You looked up at the ceiling smiling once more. Joon dropped your bags next to the bad, and climbed on laying next to you, wrapping a firm hand on your waist. He kisses your forehead, “Aw stop!” You giggle as he kisses your face all over.

“Nuh huh, say the magic words.”

“Please! Please!” You said laughing, your face covered in cherry chapstick. “I love you… Thanks for getting me out of there.”

“No, Thank you for agreeing to this. I didn't think you'd want to do this, but I'm happy you did.” He said giving a deep smile. You smiled back planting a small kiss on his lips. You got up going for your bag, Namjoon groaning out. “Noo, don’t go.” He whined.

“I have to! You dont want to cuddle with a dirty girlfriend. Go ahead and find something on TV for us to watch.” You grabbed a set of pajamas and underwear, heading to the bathroom. “I'll be right back baby.”

You closed the door and sat your clothes on the sink and looked the the mirror. Jesus you really needed to take a bath. But you went for your phone instead already seeing the long list of messages and calls from the day of travel.

Mom: Where are you??

Mom: This isn’t a joke, please come home!

Mom: Hes gone. I know you never liked him but hes gone, so come home. I need you please.

You began to tear up looking at the messages. Your mother never did anything wrong, it was all him. But you couldn't turn back now, Namjoon wanted to leave his family too. So why return to your life and leave him, what you knew for a fact the love of our life all, alone? So you placed the phone face down and began to undress, hoping the shower could wash away all your guilt.

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“Fuck, take it. Fuckin take it.” Namjoons hips hit your chin, his cock buried in your throat. Drool pooled down your chin. You couldn't barely leave the shower before Namjoon was on you. “Shit I'm about to cum, I'm about to cum, take it!” He his slammed into your face one more time, his hand digging into your hair eagerly. Cum shot down your throat, and you swallowed It all. He pulled out, patting a spot on the bed for you to sit.

But you had other things in mind, going to his lap. And you pushed him back moving to kiss his lips. “You taste good with me on your tongue.” He mumbled against your lips.

“I’m happy you like it.”

“I love it.” He then thrusted his thick cock into your tight cunt. You both let out a loud moan and you began to raise your hips, riding him with vigor. He thrusted into you, meet you halfway. “I love this, I love you!”

“I love you too, so much baby.” You fell on him, his hips moving in a phantom motion. You could feel your orgasm build slowly and then feel that slowly work and and throwing your head back and came. Namjoon laughed and kept moving, chasing his own orgasm.

“I'm coming again baby!” He slammed your hips down shooting his load deep into you. You both fell together, breathing heavy. “That… that was amazing. Think about how often we can do this now…” Then you snapped back to the reality of it all. But you put on a front and smiled nodding as well.

If only he knew.

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“Look at this baby.” Namjoon reached into one of his many stolen bags. Often you'd do this, just pull on the side of the road and rest for a minute.

He'd just stolen a bunch of stuff from some store and left you in the car. You barely kept track of what he's stolen. Your mind was elsewhere 24/7.

Due to being unstable financially on your own, the two of you turned to a life of crime. Nothing major on your behalf, usually just hiding stuff or sitting in the car, however it was all spurred on by Namjoon and his desire for more and better.

He held up a cute babydoll lingerie and put it up to your form. “Imagine this, we’re in a nice hotel and your doing a striptease for me, then,” He leaned into your ear smiling, “I fuck you so hard you forget your own name.” You slap at his shoulder, moving to look away from him.

The road was empty and bare, only desert surrounding the two of you. The view was gorgeous but more and more you craved the sense of stability, the view of the road making you nauseous at times. Often you stared into that deep abyss, craving that warmth of your own home.

“Joon?”

“What's wrong? I was just j-”

“Why can't we ever just settle? Get a job? Or even stay at a trusted relative?”

“Why would you want that? Don't you like it being just us?” He asked back putting the flimsy dress in the back.

“Namjoon, we steal everything. We're a bunch of thieves! We don't have to be that don't you see?” You start talking with ur hands, empathizing your point.

“Look at all this stuff, we would never have been able to afford this!” He yelled back. His lit up a cigarette, in which you hated.

“Joon baby. You never fucking smoke. You NEVER smoke. Your picking up bad habits, all because of this fucking life. Baby you can stay with me and my mom, I just want to go home.” You lowered your voice head in your hands.

“Bad habits? Bad habits?! We don't need your mom. You don't need her, you need me. You've been needing me, it's what's best for you. And all I care about is you and m-”

“Me!? What's best for me?! I miss my mom, do you realize what I left behind for this? For you?!” You yelled. “You know what I don't need this. I'm getting my OWN way back home no matter how long it takes.” You grabbed your bag leaving everything he stole.

You couldn't do this, you needed to get out of this.

“The fuck are you going?!” You heard the door slam open and shut but you kept walking speeding up. You heard his steps get closer and you kicked it into full throttle speeding up and trying to outrun your boyfriend.

You refuse to keep up with his crime based life.

“If you cared you'd take me home. So I'm fucking going. Good. Fuckin. Bye.” You turned around and you saw him dig in his pocket, picking up a gun. “SHIT! SHIT!” You yelled and began to hurry quickly.

You see a truck coming up on the road and you move to the middle of the road to try and flag down it's driver. The truck comes to a complete stop and you get in the trunk, and banged on the back window.

Namjoon had the hand gun and was ready to shoot the driver no matter what. “FUCK! Drive!!” You yelled, and the truck took off, with you in the trunk. A bullet hit the back window and you saw your boyfriend fade into nothingness.

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You took a deep breath as the man stopped at a gas station. He walked from out of his car and towards the trunk holding out his hand to lift you up and out.

“So do you mind telling me what that was about?”

“Sir I'm so sorry, me and my boyfrie-” The man cut you off with a hand eyes going wide.

“Wait. Your that girl. Dear Lord your mommas worried sick about you. She's been all over the news asking for you. Don't worry imma bring you home.” He passed you five dollars, and you took looking confused. Yet relieved, he was such a generous man, bringing you to where you always wanted to go. “Go get yourself something to eat while I fill up my tank.”

“Thank you! Oh my God thank you so much!” You gave him a firm hug before running off into the station itself. You walked from aisle to aisle, finally seeing a bag of chips. You picked them up smiling before grabbing a soda, walking up to the front of the store. You handed the man your snacks, anxiously folding the money in your hands.

“Where the fuck is my girl?!” You knew that voice anywhere.

“I have no clue what your talking about.” They were so loud, more like Namjoon was loud. And that could only mean the worst.

“Don't fuckin play with me I'm gonna give you one last time. Where Is she?”

“I told you man, I-"

Your jumped up as a loud bang rung outside. The older guy looked too you and motioned you to get behind the counter in which you quickly obliged, ducking back covering your mouth.

You knew you couldn't get away from him.

He'd found you.

The door shot open the smell of cigarettes tainting the air. It was a smell that Namjoon had garnered over the course of running away. He smoked whenever he became stressed, a habit he just picked back up on.

“Sir I'm going to need you to go. Or I'll call the po-”

BANG!

The man collapsed down, eye blown out and brain exposed. You let out a silent gasp moving closer to the gate allowing you to escape from behind the counter.

“Where the fuck are you?!” Joon yelled, his breathing harsher. “All this bloodshed just because you don't wanna embrace what we got!” You crawled, avoiding Namjoon as he stood in the back of the store, slowly looking for you. You crawled more walking towards the exit Namjoon still in the back. You shot up and opened the door running back to the man's truck. His body laid, eye shot in. A sharp gasp was let out, but you had no time to think about that.

A gun shot whizzed past your head and you fucked ankle giving out. You tried to get back up and retain your balance but that was quickly thwarted as Namjoon shot again.

This time the bullet landing straight into your calf.

You screamed out falling to the ground completely, but with that little once of fight left you dragged your body along, front portion of your body getting scratched up in the process.

But you weren't fast enough as Namjoon grabbed your injured leg and flipped you to your back. He stood over you straching his head with the nozzle of his gun. “Now. I'm giving you two options. You either come with me, or you bleed out or have a fucking untreated infection. Which is it gonna be?”

“Fuck!! Fu, uckkk!! Go with you! I'll go with you!!” You sobbed out, your crey for help breaking and meshing with your cries. He smiled at you before grabbing you at your waist. He hauled you over his shoulder, your body going limp as you succumb to your wounds, darkness taking over your vision.

“Your getting so punished for this stunt.”

HOW WAS YOUR DAY: NAMJOON

Summary: Just namjoon fingering you in his studio as he asks you about your day.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: idol!Namjoon×reader. fingering, squirting, namjoons lap (it's a warning, yes), kissing.

Authors note: I want him. SO BAD. ___________________________________________

"I was uh..I was walking by her when I c-came and she g-gave me such looks-" you try talking as Namjoon’s fingers abuse your clit. He had you sat on his lap, your hands around his shoulders, your hips sat on his left thigh as he spread your legs slightly to fit his hand under your skirt.

"She did?" He asks, you nod whining. His hands work slowly as if he had all the time in the world.

You had visited him at his studio because you missed him. It had been days since you saw him, so you came bearing coffee and food. But as soon as you entered the building, the new recruit in his managing team gave you a dirty look.

You were his girlfriend for fucks sake!

"I wanted to smack her so bad, ohhh my-" you trail as he dips his fingers inside you to gather some wetness getting back to your clit again, rubbing it in faster more precise circles.

You gasp, squirming as he lazily sucks a hickey on your neck while making you see stars.

"So good joon fuck I love your fingers." He hums against your skin, squeezing your waist with his other hand resting against your back while his fingers tortured you back and forth from your climax.

"Did you eat something, love?" You nod, feeling the knot inside you, forming slowly and very gradually. His hands slow down his ministrations, and you whine as you feel your legs shake out of sensitivity.

"Joon-" you breathe out as he smiles proudly at the purple mark he gave you on your neck, marking you as his.

"What did you eat?" He asks with hooded eyes admiring the mark he left while you try to make phrases inside your dizzied head.

"I- some- ah fuck- I had a gimbap with my colleagues, mm-" You words stop with a hitch in your breath as he slides two fingers slowly inside you. You try holding his wrists, but then your hands end up clutching your hair because you feel so good.

"Colleagues, huh?" He says, curling the tip of his fingers slightly to tickle that spot.

"Oh shit right there!" Your head falls back as you feel that spot being rubbed in a way that makes your eyes roll.

"Was Mark there too?" You just gasp as his fingers rub your insides and his thumb rubs your clit from the outside. Your brain short circuiting at the amount of pleasure you're receiving.

You squirm in his hold as his other hand makes you stay still. His tongue licking around your earlobe while his fingers abused the little spongy spot inside you.

"I asked you something, love." his voice was so gentle yet firm, making your mind search for the question he asked. Your brain was too dizzy to think with his thick thighs underneath you along with the hard on he had, so you just moaned, clenching hard around his fingers.

He pulls his hand out and smacks your swollen cunt, shoving his fingers once again. Asking you again, silently.

Was he?

"I dont know, I dont know-" you repeat with a high-pitched whine, your voice echoing and bouncing against his studio walls. You're glad the studio was soundproof, or people might think Namjoon was killing someone in there.

He chuckles mocking your thoughtless face, "so dumb, my baby, look at you, my baby can't answer coz I fuck her open with my fingers huh? My perfect little cocksleeve." You clench hard as he makes you feel smaller by each syllable. You squirm in his hold, making him bite your skin underneath your ear.

"I'm close so close oh-so cl-so-" he chuckles as you babble dumbly, breathing heavily against your ears that it makes your mind wander to how hard he must be right now.

The moment your mind travels to his dick you miss it inside you, you want to feel him inside you, the stretch of his fingers making you miss the way his cock split you open 3 days ago.

3 fucking days.

You think you might die if you dont get fucked by him today.

Your eyes water as you feel your orgasm coming closer, his hard on pressing against the back of your thigh, making your mind swirl with dirty thoughts.

Your fucked out brain getting reminded of the way he pounds you against the mattress, the way he fucked you in his balcony 35 floor above the city. How he fucked you open with his cock in front of his mirror, fingers inside your mouth as he pumped himself dry inside you filling with his warm cum.

His warm cum. Oh god.

"Jesus, you're crushing my hand so hard." He says through his teeth as he feels your thighs tightening around his hand, your face buried in his chest.

When he fastens his pace, he pulls your legs apart by his other free hand, making you spread open for him on his lap. Your other leg now in his hold from under your knee, resting on the table in front of him. You were exposed to the studio walls, feeling vulnerable suddenly.

He keeps you open to the cold air in the room while his warm fingers plunge deep inside you. Squelching so loudly you wanna hide of embarassment, but you're so close you think you'll go crazy.

"Oh god--" you breathe out as he picks up his pace, his stimulation on your clit and the spot inside you constant. You legs shake in his hold and your eyes start tearing up.

"Oh make me cum make me cum please? Please? Oh god please!" You mumble mindlessly, pleading him, requesting him, begging him to make you cum as he coos, his fingers never faltering. Your fingers clutch his hair desperately as you look into his eyes, begging, your eyebrows furrowed as he smiles almost mocking you.

Evil.

"Cum baby, cum whenever you want, make a mess, go on" he says, his breathe heaving in your ears. It's as if he had turned a switch inside you that made you arch your back in his hold. Your cunt squeezing around his fingers as your cum sprays all over his lap. He groans as he feels your walls pushing his fingers out, making him fill you up with his fingers again, making them squelch loudly.

He holds your hips chuckling darkly as you squirt all over his joggers, his fingers fucking you through your high but he needed more so he pulls his fingers out to rub your clit sloppily and you sob.

He pulls you in for a kiss, and you feel your teeth clash as you breathe hard against him. Your body vibrates and thrashing in his hold as he growls against your lips.

"Yeah, good girl," he groans against your lips as you gasp, twitching.

His tongue plunges inside your mouth, and you squeal against his lips, your lips not even moving as you just gasp. Your eyes roll back, your hand clutching onto his neck desperately as his fingers rub your folds, making sure you spill everything you have inside you.

"Thats it thats it, my perfect girl." He coos against your lips, you breathe heavily, tears flowing down your eyes.

You whine, holding his wrists out of oversensitivity, smiling, feeling light-headed.

He smiles looking at you and teases your clit, flicking his index against it. Your body twitches as he does so, just to laugh at how pathetically your body squirms in sensitivity.

"Tch-tch-tch" he mocks you, grinning as your head falls back, his hand cupping your pussy making your eyes roll back. He squeezes, massaging your folds to calm you down.

"You did so good, my baby." He kisses your forehead, caressing your hair. "You okay?" He asks, his voice calming and deep. You nod tiredly.

"Good," he kisses your cheek, "because you're gonna do that again, but on my dick this time," he says, kissing your cheek again, tenderly.

Well, fuck.

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sub nanami? YES PLEASE

✩ㅤ cw. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationship, vırgin nanami, cowgirl, praise, size kink, premature ejac, mdni.

virgin nanami loses it once you tell him to ditch the condom.

“sweetheart, i—” he’d swallow, choking up on his words once cool air settles against his skin. he swallows, chewing on his bottom lip once he feels a brand new feeling. the rubbery latex wasn’t blocking him anymore, and he groans once his swollen tip smears up against your entrance. soaked, he grows quiet once he looks down to see your dripping pussy hovering over his reddened frenulum that’s tearing up with glossed pre-cum. “god, ‘s warm,” the blond sucks in a single quickened breath as a curling pout twists against his lips. “a- are you sure?”

“ ‘m sure, baby,” you whisper up against the hot shell of his ear. he’s so warm, his entire body arouse with temperature all because of the sweet sound of your voice. the center of your palm rubs against his cheek and he leans into your touch. metaphoric heart eyes form in his eyes as they dilate, his own thumping heart beating out of his chest. “ ‘s okay, inside.”

“f- fuck,” nanami’s head gradually tosses itself back, and with quick alignment, he’s back inside. he kisses his teeth once he feels the real thing, your silvery walls massaging around him. the glossy sweat that pours onto his skin shines against his body glimmers brightly. he groans, letting off a soft whine once he feels the brief tightness grow snug. “you’re gonna make me—”

and within seconds, he’s cumming, hard. nanami barely even last a second after you take off the rubber, and he’s an entire mess. with a firm grasp, he’s reanimating your hips with his hands as you slowly jerk and move. “please,” he gently pierces his teeth into your neck, shivering breath ghosting against your skin. “don’t stop, s- show me how to feel good, please.”

his words were like a broken rough whisper — you pause, staring into his eyes and he’s sincere.

nanami’s heavily panting, beads of sweat racing down each sides of his forehead. fawn kind eyes bore into yours before he glances down at your sprawled out legs. “so pretty,” he hiccups, and even his touch was delicate. he was always gentle, he didn’t want to hurt you. a few thick padded fingers drag and scurry down your hips before his lip quivers. “i- i want you, i want more.”

“so have me then,” you coo against his ear, the tone of your voice more teasing than anything. as your hips start to salaciously rock into him again, you grab onto both of his wrists, trying to guide him. “there we go, ‘ken,” you whisper, and you can hear a bundle of wanton whimpers leave from his lips—never has he had a feeling like this, ever. he was so weak from your touch, your body heat, your taste. as your fingers tenderly brush against his, you make him cling onto your rickety waist. “hold me, like this.”

nanami groans, and he’s still sensitive, very. he just came, ribbons of balmy hot seed shoots deep into you and it’s warm. it makes both of his ears ring and he only wants more, more, more.

“okay,” he replies in a husky voice, and you can see blond shaggy strands of hair glue across his forehead. “o- okay,” he repeats, his tone dropping a bit lower. the bed mercilessly creaks as your rocking accelerates, his bulbous tip jabbing around every part of your cunt. once you show him how to touch you, he just can’t keep his hands off of you. “i dreamt about this for so long, sweetheart,” and he watches your pretty lips contort into an amused simper. “s- sorry, is that too dirty?”

“it’s fine baby,” you plant a kiss near the inside of his neck. a long breath gets caught in his throat. he’s about to say something else but he pauses, pouting deeply. cute, he’s embarrassed. nanami’s cock continues to rummage through your doughy insides, so much pressure that you feel it everywhere. your sappy folds squelch within each solid thrust before your arms wrap around his broad shoulders. “you dream about me?”

“sometimes, yeah,” he huffs, and the irregular unkempt thrusts slowly transform into pure blissful sync. nanami looks so pretty, he’s losing the more you bounce on his cock. so good, his jaw tightens and he’s feeling every vein in his body prod. you were starting to grow dumb as each second past and your moans only grew louder right with him. nanami’s head buries itself into your neck before he lefts off a frustrated whine. “it’s hard not to when you’re so pretty,” and his voice cracks at the end. you feel the tip of his tongue swirl around near your collarbone and you gasp. “god, you’re even prettier inside t- too.”

“yeah?” you whisper, creating a trail of sloppy kisses down the slip of his exposed neck. he’s moaning more at your touch. you feel his beefy thigh start to bounce before his palm squeezes against your bare ass. “you gonna cum for me again, kento? ‘s okay, be a good boy ‘n make a mess for me.”

a sheepish smile stretches against his lips, though instead of sheepish smile—it’s more of a pussy drunk one.

as you stare at him, his dimples poke against both sides of his cheeks and he’s getting lost into the way your hips twirl around him. “your good boy, mhm. all yours, ‘m gonna cum a- again,” and his voice lowers significantly. your clit’s profusely getting thwacked and mashed up against his fattened tip and it’s so appetizing. with nanami’s soft mousy eyes flicking backward until it’s nothing but pure white in his sockets, he gives your ass a soft spank. “k- keep riding me like that ‘n i’m gonna fall in love.”

and it’s right as he said that — he came again.

this time it’s a lot more. it’s thicker and languidly, you feel it spew out in velvety strips. his entire base was flaccid and he’s just idle inside of you. nanami’s whimpering underneath you as his legs finally collapse. you watch him fall back against the cushioned pillows and he’s so flustered. “mhh,” he grouses as multiple jittery pants leave from his lips. nanami wraps strong burly arms around you, holding you close. “stay,” he rasps, still hearing the sloshes of his dribbling cum trickle in and out of you. he’s shivering, his teeth shattering and he’s never felt more sensitive. he’s definitely in love.

“okay,” you nod, feeling him hide his head into the crook of your neck again. he’s so clingy—but you didn’t mind, and his warm breath tickles against your skin. you get a brief scent of his rich cologne scent that drives forevermore drove you weak. sitting up to press a chaste kiss against his twitching ruby lips, you whisper shakily. “good boy.”

and nanami’s eyes were so half lidded, your praises—he couldn’t get enough of them. seconds later and he’s still pouring into you deep, painting your gummy walls with his pristine-white color. with droopy eyes and flapping long lashes taking in your beauty, nanami whines. “more, don’t stop fucking me,” and you let off a gasp once he suddenly lifts you off his lap, lying you flat on your back. you land with a soft ‘oof’ before he spreads your legs, gazing at the satiny masses of cum that race down the crevices of your thighs.

“please,” and you moan once he drags his tongue up your legs, stopping towards your puffy clit. “teach me h- how to eat this,” and his eyes rove towards your slobbering cunt. you feel butterflies build up in your tummy before nanami’s quite literally drooling right before you. not only was he probably in love, he was also hungry.

“please mistress.”

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