Satisfied Knj Oneshot (bday Special)

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.”

domestic fluff. married couple nanami x fem!reader. ⚠︎ talks of aging, death and grief ⚠︎ suggestive humor and dialogue. 

nanami kento is graying

You realize it as he lays his head on your lap and you thread your fingers through his soft, fluffy hair. His strands fade into a lighter shade near the roots, a gradient from gold to gray. 

“Oh no,” you sigh. “You're turning into a sexy silver fox.”

“Pardon?” He replies.

“You're graying. Have you noticed?”

“Ah. I never really paid attention. I was more worried about balding.” 

“I think I prefer that,” you say lightly, as you glide your fingers through his scalp. “At least I’d have less competition.”

“Competition,” he laughs. “Woman, you're my wife.” 

“I know that!” you laugh as well. “But once you’ve gone full gray it's fisticuffs between me and all the GILF-chasers.”  

“What is a G—you know what, don't answer that.” 

You settle into comfortable silence, alone in the house you've built together. How long has it been since he swept you off your feet and carried you into this life? Time has compressed all of your moments into a montage of routine domestic bliss. In the decades you’ve been married to each other, you've woken up and slept next to him for thousands of nights and days. You've held his hand and kissed his lips, embraced him and made love to him countless times. 

And it's ironic, actually, that because of how close and intimately aware you were of each other's bodies, you never noticed those tiny increments of change that come with age. 

His eyes flutter shut and your fingers wander towards his face. What else about him has changed? You brush against the faint gray hairs on his brow, the wrinkles around his eyes—lines that converge to his outer corners and curve under the bags of his eyes. You love the way it deepens when he smiles. And maybe that's why you've never seen those wrinkles as a sign of aging. Seeing your husband’s wrinkles is a sign of his joy.

“We're growing old together…” he sighs. 

“You said it like it's a bad thing.” 

“It's not. It's just a matter of fact. I'm happy that we lasted this long.”

You know that tone in his voice. 

“But?” you asked.

“I guess, sometimes, I can't help but question what it really means to grow old with someone,” he says. “Back then I was scared of dying on the job and leaving you alone all of a sudden. But now… what about if I grow ill? Or frail? What if you spend the last years of our marriage washing my ass until I die?” 

“I love it when you talk dirty,” you tease. He's never outgrown his tendency to brood, but you've learned how to stop him from indulging in such sad thoughts—a skill you've honed over the years. 

Nanami smiles at the way you lightened his mood. 

“I just don't want to bother you with all that work then leave you grieving,” he says, holding your hand over his heart. “That's not what you deserve.” 

You can't help but smile at his devotion. You raise his hand and nuzzle your cheek against his warm, rough palm. His skin is looser at the back of his hand now, with thick and soft veins running underneath. But the way he has held you stays the same. Gentle and warm. Like laying your head on the sand.

“Grief... Grief is just an echo of love, Kento. That's how we know it was real. And that it was powerful,” you say, reaching down to caress his cheek. “We're spending the rest of our lives together, darling. I wanna feel and experience everything with you. That's what I deserve.” 

You lean down, until your soft breaths caress each other’s lips.

“And besides…" you whisper. "I like touching your ass."

Nanami rolls his eyes and shakes his head, though he couldn't help but smile. Then his eyes soften with warmth as he holds his gaze. Perhaps, for the first time, he is seeing the changes in you as well.

And everything about it is beautiful. 

“You're the love of my life,” he murmurs. 

“And you're mine,” you reply. 

You press your lips together, as you did a thousand times. And everything about it feels familiar and right. As if your bodies have found home in each other once again. 

He chuckles low against your lips and his joy is infectious. So you lean back and laugh as well. 

“What?” You ask. 

“It doesn't matter how old we get," he says. "I still feel young whenever we kiss."

You bite your lip and smile and you indulge him once again with your kisses. This time, he parts his lips and lets your tongue slip into his mouth with a deep groan. You pull back, warmed and softened by the taste of him. 

“Are you still feeling young down there too?” You ask. 

Nanami laughs softly, his eyes turning dark with want. 

“What do you think?”  

this is a birthday dedication to one of my dearest friends, who supported and guided me through my every hyperfixation. one day we will grieve each other. but not before we grow old and hot and rich 🥰 like catherine branski.

this is very rushed and i am sorry if the quality is not as good as when i take my time,,, i wanted to reach my friends birthday. please be gentle with me 🙇‍♀️

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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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.

🌄

“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.

🌄

“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.

🌄

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.”

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.

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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