Art Nerd Joon?!??!! Yes Pleaseee

art nerd joon?!??!! yes pleaseee

Making Love in A Museum - Namjoon Smut

Note - I'm going to start adding pictures so you can get a visual of the type of scenario I'm creating. Let me know what you think.

POV: reader x bf Namjoon attend an art installation and are charged up by the change in the air from a storm coming to town. MINORS DNI

Warnings: intercourse, PDA, clit stimulation, mention of how his bulge looks, the usual.

ENJOY!

It was a night like any other where you & Namjoon  attended an art installation opening. Namjoon had always appreciated art & even shut down whole museums to visit. However, it seemed the invitations started pouring in once he started dating you. It could have been your connections to the art world via the library foundation you were the director of or simply because he would have arm candy to walk the red carpet with him. 

 There was a storm rolling in from the Yellow Sea leaving an extra charge in the air. You were turned on by everything Namjoon did. From the muscles in his arm when he flexed to put his cuff links on to the concentrated look in his eye when he was styling his hair. The feeling was mutual, though. You didn’t notice but it took him so long to style his hair, essentially combing his hair back & forth to the style it originally was because he was distracted by the sight of you in his mirror. He loved watching you get dressed. He loved the way you bit your bottom lip as you scanned your closet for an appropriate outfit. He loved the way your tattoos moved like waves in the ocean as you shimmied into whatever dress you chose. While you were putting your outfit on, he was already thinking about taking it off. The way the emerald green high neck backless long sleeve dress hugged you body drove him crazy

The electricity in the air didn’t help either one control themselves. Something about the excitement of the pending storm and the art installation opening had them both constantly checking the clock to countdown until you could be home and under the covers tangled in each other's limbs.

 The front door alarm to the apartment buzzed announcing the arrival of the limousine. You were one of Korea’s hottest IT couples and you preferred to arrive in style. You walked out of the bedroom putting on your second earring, making sure your side swept hair & barrette were in place in the hall mirror. You caught Namjoon staring at you, “is this okay?” You asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“You look absolutely stunning, baby girl,” he smiled while pulling you in for a kiss. “Now let’s go or we’re going to be late.” You grabbed your silver studded clutch & checked yourself one last time in the mirror.

They sat in the back of the limo, Namjoon closest to the door. He rested his elbow on the door, his head resting on his thumb looking out the window. A million thoughts were running through his head, most of which were excuses for leaving early so he could get you home. 

He placed his free hand on your exposed thigh, squeezing it with a hint of roughness. He traced circles on your leg with his thumb & he could feel you squirming under his touch. 

“Don’t start anything you can’t immediately finish,” you told him, a hint of sass in your voice.

“Who says I won’t finish?” He replied without skipping a beat. You scooted down the seat just a little, the leather groaning with your slightest move. His hand gently moved its way up your leg, ebbing and flowing with motion making you moisten with anticipation.

He was just about to pull your thong to the side when the driver announced they had arrived.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you groaned under your breath.

He leaned in close to you & whispered in your ear, “I’m sorry, Princess, I promise I’ll make it up to you, tonight.” His voice was low & husky, you could smell his shower gel & aftershave and it intoxicated your nostrils. You wanted him right then & there, but you would have to wait. You hated waiting.

He stepped out of the limo first then turned to help you out. As they walked up to the red carpet they posed their usual standard pose: you turned towards Namjoon with your outer leg at a 45 degree angle, hand by your side & Namjoon faced forward however slightly towards you with his hand on the small of your back. 

“I’m seeing dots,” you commented through your teeth, making Namjoon laugh.

“Just hang tight babe, a few more seconds & it’s over,” he reassured you before bending down to kiss your neck causing another flurry of flashes . You were going to hear about it from Hybe headquarters tomorrow, as you usually did since not only were you one of Korea’s hottest couples but you were also one of Korea’s couples who displayed the most PDA. 

You walked into the art installation holding onto his arm in a regal fashion & were greeted by the artist herself. She was a mutual friend of Namjoon’s through Denver & he accepted the invitation as a favor to help garner more publicity.

“Namjoon-a, thank you so much for coming!” She exclaimed, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek. You never loosened her grip on Namjoon’s arm. If anything, you tightened your grip which he knew meant don’t get too friendly. That possessiveness only drove him to be more lustful for her.

The concept of the art installation was light against dark, finding the light in the dark. Or a single ray of light surrounded in darkness. This meant that the layout of the installation started with light surrounding art pieces meant to convey increasing darkness the further back you went into the exhibit. You sipped on champagne & spoke with people you knew and chit chatted with people upi didn’t who came to introduce themselves. Among them was an up and coming fashion house specializing in formal events and weddings. They joked that maybe a wedding was in the near future & Namjoon smiled the dimpled smile that melted your heart. He smiled, looked down and replied “Not this year, but soon I hope. If she’ll have me,” he squeezed you closer to him, his hand resting just above your hip.

You felt your heart leap out of your chest & you had to look away to keep from asking him to elaborate further.

Slowly but surely they headed to the back of the installation. The further back they went, the darker it got and people were more sparse. It seemed people were too busy socializing to make it that far. There were about 3 other people in the darkest area of the exhibit, all who decided now was the time to give you and Namjoon some privacy. Even the security guards assigned to escort you hung along the edge of the exhibit to give you some privacy.

“What do you think so far, my love?” Namjoon asked you. You were about 4 sentences into your opinion when you felt Namjoon’s warm hand cupping your ass. Caught off guard, you turned to look at him, not sure if you really felt it or imagined his big hand caressing your body.

“Circling back to finishing what I started…” his voice trailed off as he leaned down to kiss you hard, biting your lower lip.

“You want to finish… here?!” 

“Art is pleasure, baby girl.” He whispered heavily in your ear.

He pulled you towards him, your arms coming up between them grabbing the lapels of his jacket. His hand caressed your breast, his thumb and forefinger provoking your nipple to poke through your dress. In the darkness he found a table that must have been pushed out of the way for the exhibit, a table forgotten in the darkness.

The faint glow of the light from the artistic moon shone on your face as your closed your eyes. Namjoon wanted to bring you pleasure, he wanted to give you ecstasy right then and there if it was the last thing he did.

He grabbed you under your ass and lifted you up, walking you over to the table. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his bulge against your wetness. Your calves squeezed against his lower back, begging him to enter you.

“Not so fast, baby girl, I need to finish what I started, remember?” He growled in your ear before licking the outer cartilage.

He sat you on the low table and slipped his fingers into your slit, you were slippery wet. He felt like his bulge was about to poke through his pants and rip them open like he wanted to rip into you. But he needed you to cum first.

He slipped two fingers inside first, then slowly pulled them out and slipped in a third. He felt you pull herself to him, clinging to his neck & your breath becoming heavier. With his fingers inside of you, his thumb slowly circled your clit. As soon as he started circling he felt your body instantly tense up. He kissed the tops of your breasts, wanting to devour every inch of you as quickly as possibly.  Seemingly within seconds you nibbled his ear, signaling you were about to cum.

“Keep quiet, princess, you don’t want anyone to know we’re back here.”

As the wave of orgasm took over your body you dug your face into Namjoon’s chest, fighting back moaning loudly. You moaned into his chest, swearing that his bulge felt like it was growing as he rubbed himself against your leg. Once the high subsided you unzipped his pants.

“Please, fuck me, Kim Namjoon,” you whispered in his ear.

“Mmmm, you want me that bad?” His voice was low and gravelly. You needed him inside of you. You needed him to fill you up. Your bodies coming together was one of the few ways you felt like a completed puzzle.

You slowly unzipped his pants, the only sound in the room you were in was the song playing overhead, Cifika’s “Hush”. As you pulled his dick out of his pants you quietly & softly scooted to the edge of the table so he didn’t have to reach over you too far. You could feel the stickiness of the precum against your wrist as you stroked him a little. He reached his hands under your ass & pulled you up a little so he could enter you. Where you were standing, you were surrounded by darkness. The only light was the faint glow of the moon across the room, about 20 ft away.

As he teased your wetness with the tip of his dick you heard the low rumble of thunder in the distance. The storm was approaching. Just as he was entering you, you heard one of the security guards clear his throat right before footsteps approached the area. Relying on the darkness to conceal your deed, you squeezed him internally as he put his mouth on your shoulder to muffle his moan. The people that had come in stayed by the moon since that was the only light source. You continued squeezing him in pulses and you could feel his dick jumping inside of your with every pulse.

As the thunderstorm inched closer and the thunder rumbled louder he started moving his hips. First in slow pulses so as to make sure there was no rustling of clothes that could be heard by anyone. After a few minutes the footsteps and lull of conversation drifted further away. At the last audible footsteps Namjoon started pumping hard into you. Pleasure zinged to every nerve in your body and you was filled with electricity that shot all the way through to your fingertips. He dug his face into your neck, kissing you and nibbling you when the pleasure started building up. You started to feel sweat on the side of her face, your boyfriend was sweating from the fast pumping. 

“You gonna bring me home, baby girl?” He growled in your ear. You were on the brink of ecstacy the more he moved his hips.

“Yes baby, fuck me harder, I’m going to cum,” you moaned in his ear.

Just as you were both on the cusp of cumming a hard thunder clapped, causing all of the lights to go out and the emergency sprinklers to come on. 

Too caught up in the moment, Namjoon kept fucking you. You wrapped your legs tighter as you came, the water now drenched the both of you. When you both climaxed at the same time loud thunder clapped again, allowing you to be vocal about your release. You looked up, out of breath and with your eyes closed as Namjoon put his face in your cleavage. It wasn’t until the lights came back on that you had realized what happened. You jumped off of the table & adjusted your dress as Namjoon fixed himself. He grabbed your hand and you ran out of a side exit straight onto the street for the waiting limo. As you ran, you felt something wet dripping from between your legs, bringing a smirk on your face as you weren’t sure if it wasn’t the Joon juice or the runoff of water from the sprinklers. As you got into the limo Namjoon took off his jacket & wrapped it around your shoulders. He kissed your temple and whispered in your ear. “Don’t think I’m quit done with you yet, baby girl.”

So What if We? - Kim Namjoon / RM

Prompt: “This wouldn’t change our friendship, right?”

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Slight angst, friends to lovers, minor mentions of smut

Pairing: Namjoon x she/her reader

a/n: I've been into friends to lovers trope lately and keep prioritizing the stories w/ this theme. I'm not neglecting the other requests I swear! haha this also turns out more sweet rather than angsty, it seems like I'm quite a bad angst writer T_T

“This wouldn’t change our friendship, right?”

That was what the guy said to you, the morning after waking up next to you in your very own bed. His eyes were a bit droopy but he had a smile smeared on his lips. His two layers of top were tossed somewhere on the bedroom floor, messily, and his jeans were hanging loosely on the edge of the bed. You thanked the heavens that he somehow had his boxers on with him.

Both of you were drunk the night before. You knew it was a bad idea to bring alcohol to the mix when you vent to your best friend. Nevertheless, you did it anyway and the damage had been done.

Being friends with Namjoon came because of the convenient at first. While it was true that both of you came from the same circle of friends, you were never that close at the beginning. After switching job and finding out his apartment was actually near your new workplace, he would often ask you to eat dinner together after work, knowing your tendencies to forget and skip meals after work.

And that was how you grew closer. Noticing how cute his dimples were and how caring he was towards you came naturally after that. He was a gentleman. The small things he did when you were with your friends suddenly felt a little more special. Before, you would never bat an eye when he helped you on the most basic things, like pulling Taehyung’s dinner chair, just because of how heavy they were. He would always do that before, but lately, your heart did a little flip when he did the gesture. 

It started to worry you as day by day you began to see him romantically rather than how you’d view the rest of your friends. Safe to say getting pissed drunk with just the two of you comprehensibly was a bad idea. 

It started when both of you were on your fifth can of sparkling rum, the tv was playing baby shark, you could not care less of what was playing at that point, alongside the scattered conversation cards on the floor. 

You could barely read the question card in your hand, but Namjoon was quick to read his. 

“Why did you break up with your most recent ex?”

You frowned. “That’s not fair, how come your last question was about what do you miss in your childhood but I got this?!”

“Just answer it!” He laughed. 

“I don’t know. It’s been a year I don’t even wanna remember.” You shrugged.

“It’s been that long?” 

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “Can’t believe it’s been a year since last time I got laid.” 

He looked at you with widened eyes due to the unbelievable sentence that just came out from your mouth. The alcohol truly was making you lose your filter. 

“You haven’t got laid in a year???” 

“Stop, don’t say it like that!” You whined. “So what if I don’t do casual hookups?”

“True but…” He squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look at you. “I just can’t believe it cause you’re hot.”

You eyed him questioningly, squinting in a cartoonish behavior. 

“I have eyes.”

“So do I, duh.” 

“Just take a compliment, please.” He rolled his eyes.

Both of you were sitting on the sofa with shoulders touching each other. Your head was getting heavy and his voice started to sound like honey, buttering your ears, making your mind dizzy. Furthermore, you did not know since when did he has his hand over your left thigh, just sitting there doing nothing. 

“Don’t you get horny sometimes?” He asked again, followed by a light grin. 

“Obviously.” You laughed bitterly. “Why? You’re offering help or something?” 

It was a bold thing to say, but before you knew it, somehow you were manhandled into his lap and your lips met in a rough and hungry kiss. Honestly you did not know how many minutes passed of both you just tongue dancing with each other. He broke the kiss only to ask you a question. 

“Do you mind if I touch your boobs?”

You almost laughed, but quickly nodded anyway. The rest was history, which brought you to the first problem. Your best friend waking up almost fully naked next to you, asking you a question that sounded so vile in your ears. 

“This wouldn’t change our friendship, right?”

“Yeah… I guess so.” 

“I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable or anything—“

“No! I swear I’m not…” You quickly interrupted. 

“I did wear…”

“You did.” You chuckled. “It was a good thing I had some in my bedside.” 

“Okay.” He laughed nervously. “You sure you’re alright, though?”

“I mean… shit happens, I guess?” 

“I guess you’re right.” 

You were in fact a big fat liar. Things quickly went downhill right after. If it wasn’t that obvious to you then, it was now. You had feelings for Namjoon and it was even harder when he would still ask you to eat dinner with him after work. He acted like nothing had ever happened between you, and so did you. You endured and buried whatever feelings you had, for the sake of not wanting to lose him. 

Watching him acting normally when your friends were around while here you were, trying your best not to break your character. 

**

“Jin!” You exclaimed, hugging the guy. 

“Come on, everyone’s drinking already!”

Of course you were late, you were considering the option of not even showing up at all. It was getting harder trying to compose yourself while Namjoon was right there with all of your friends. 

“Why is Yoongi dancing?” You looked at the chaos in front of you. 

“I told you, they’re already drinking.” Jin laughed. “Here, take this.” The guy handed you a cup. 

You cringed upon bringing the cup closer to your nose. “Is this Jungkook’s whiskey cola?! That guy mixes like one percent of cola to his whiskey. I’m not drinking this.”

“You could always spend the night.” The older guy replied as he shrugged at you with a grin on his handsome face. 

“I’m not sleeping on your couch.” You laughed, bringing the untouched cup with you anyway. 

“You’re here!”

You gulped. Of course he had to greet you all excited. You wanted so badly to wipe that stupid smile off his face, but you couldn’t. You had to put on this whole best friend act. Just a little longer.

He looked casual and boyish. The plain army green oversized tee matched with his cream colored bermuda shorts. Ever since he decided to bleach his hair you couldn’t manage more than three seconds looking at his face. It was just a silly thing he did when he was bored, but boy oh boy did he look hot.

Managing a smile, you hoped he didn’t notice the few seconds of silence you took. 

“Come here!!!” Yoongi shouted at you with a silly smile on his face. Man was clearly drunk out of his mind. 

“Who’s responsible for this?” You felt bad but couldn’t help but to laugh slightly at the sight. 

“Let him be, dude’s heartbroken.” Taehyung bit his inner cheek as he told you. 

“Poor Yoongi.” You cooed. 

“Joon though, on the other hand…” Taehyung continued, whispering to your side. “My guy looks like he’s in love.”

Your body jumped internally. “He is?”

“You don’t know? I thought you guys hangout together a lot lately.”

“Well, yeah but… he’s never really mentioned anything in that topic actually.” 

“Weird.” Taehyung hummed. “Cause he’s totally acting like he’s in love with someone right now.” 

“He acts the same.” You replied. Secretly you prayed that your friend would not notice the annoyed tone in your voice. 

“He’s been writing love songs, are you kidding me?!” The guy next to you laughed. 

“So? Love songs sell.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Bro, I saw this part of the lyrics where he talk about a girl riding him! It’s insane!” Taehyung beamed. 

A flush of heat came through you and you cleared your throat, regaining your composure. “That’s none of my business.” 

“Ah, I get it now. You’re jealous.” The lad smirked and nodded his head at you. 

“Now what kind of conspiracy theory is this?!” You tried to laugh it off. 

“I mean, yeah he doesn’t normally go for girls that look like you.”

“That’s offensive.” 

“No, I mean in a good way. He dates the most boring and basic looking pretty girls.”

“I was feeling great until you drop the word “pretty” at the end.” You eyed the guy. 

“He doesn’t join our online gaming nights anymore.” 

“And?” 

“Since he started hanging out with you.”

The statement made you stop. Taehyung’s words had you contemplating. Some nights you would give Namjoon a call when you were just simply tired, wanting to hear the comfort of his voice. Listening to his random rambles and yaps were enough to ease the burnt out from work. Could it be? Was talking to you important enough to make him skip gaming with his friends? You hoped it wasn’t just a silly thought. 

“Hello?” Taehyung waved at you. “Back from delulu world, yet?”

“Shut up.”

“Suit yourself.” Taehyung snickered before leaving you to join the others doing karaoke session. 

You could only shook your head in amusement. After being friends with them for years, the sight of the guys being goofy was definitely not something new to you. Spotting the empty dining table, you chose to sit on the chair, watching them from afar. 

That was until a certain someone approached you. 

“What are you guys talking about?” Speak of the devil. 

You forced a grin. “You know Taehyung and his silly rambles.” 

“You’re not gonna join us?” 

“Nah, I don’t feel like drinking today.” Funnily, the cup of drink was still in your hand. You swirled the liquid and stared at it. 

“What’s bothering you?” He asked while taking the empty chair next to you. 

“Just don’t wanna drink today, that’s all?” 

“Wanna go get some fresh air?” He looked at you with a sly smile. 

“We can?” You looked at him with wide eyes. “Where?”

“Jin’s bedroom balcony. We just have to be very quiet though so they don’t notice us going upstairs.” He chuckled. 

“You’re crazy. This is some type of shit that will get slippers thrown at us by him!” 

“He’s already on his new cup.” Namjoon said, bringing your attention to the older guy taking a fill of his drink. “He won’t notice.”

The smile on his face was making it hard for you to refuse the offer. Sighing, you put the plastic cup down on the table and stood up. 

“Fine, but if anything happens, I’m blaming it fully on you.”

“Whatever you say, princess.” He laughed and stood up as well. 

Oh if only he knew the effect he had on you, just casually calling you with that nickname. 

Both of you tiptoed upstairs, giggling like a couple of high schoolers sneaking out. You let him open Jin’s room and closed the door behind. As soon as you both make it to the balcony, you saw him shuffling his hand through his back pocket. 

“Do you mind if I smoke?”

“Uh, no. Go ahead.” 

“Thanks.” He said before lighting one on his lips. 

You just stood there, unknowingly admiring him huffing and puffing smoke to the opposite direction from you. 

“Still don’t wanna tell me what’s inside your pretty little head?” He looked at you with a grin. 

“What’s with the compliments today?” You raised one of your eyebrows at him. 

“It’s probably the alcohol.” He chuckled. 

“Wow, so you need to be drunk to say that I look good?!” You folded your arms.

“I’d say it made me more honest… but believe what you wanna believe.” He looked to your direction, making your heart jumped. 

You cleared your throat. “Joon, I uh… I kinda need to tell you something.” 

“What is it?” 

Whatever the hell that happened between us, changed me. I wasn’t okay with just being friends. I have feelings for you. 

“You look like the baby from Ice Age movie.”

“Fucking hell.” He groaned as you bursted out laughing. 

It was for the best. He did not need to know. You would outgrow this abnormal phase.

The whole world stopped when he suddenly tucked your hair behind your ears. You froze, looking at him, searching for his eyes. There was that smile again. 

“It’s windy.” 

“Y-Yeah.” You stuttered. 

“This might sound crazy but can I kiss you?”

You widened your eyes and stepped back a bit. “You’re drunk.”

“Maybe if you…“ He groaned, squeezing his cigarette bud and tossing it. “Fuck it.”

“Huh—“

Your words were quickly cut by his lips on yours. Your mind went blank in an instant. What? Why? Whom? What was even happening you did not know anymore. All you knew was his lips moving softly against yours and the only thing that was filling up your brain was to do the same thing to him. You could taste the slight bitter taste of his cigarette, mixed with whatever fruity drink he had before, the one the boys clearly had drank all before you came since you were left with only Jungkook’s abomination whiskey. 

You didn’t know how long were both of you lip locking with each other before you felt his hands started to travel, feeling up your body. You hummed on his lips and felt his breath hitched. Things seemed wrong but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop it. How could you? When this was all you wanted all along?

“Joon… I…” 

You tried to protest, but he quickly captured your lips again. This time more hungrily, almost feral. You swore you felt his hands grab your butt, massaging them softly. You flinched, a low yelp escaped your lips. 

Then he suddenly stopped. 

“Jesus, I’m so sorry.” He palmed his face. “I didn’t mean— Shit, you’re gonna hate me…”

“It’s okay, you’re just drunk…” 

“I’m not drunk.” He stopped you. “I have feelings for you.”

Now that’s a surprise. 

“You have feelings… for me?”

“Should’ve told you sooner, but I chickened out.” He smiled to himself. 

“You asked me if things wouldn’t change after that night…” You looked away, biting your lips. 

“I was panicking. I thought you’d hate me.”

“Well I don’t.” You huffed. “Clearly, I’m still here. I somehow managed to maintain my sanity while trying my best not to let things change between us. Just like how you wanted…” You didn’t realize some tears were already escaping your eyes. 

“Hey, don’t cry.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a hug, which frankly, only made the crying worse. 

“You’re dumb.” You pulled away slightly, just to see his face. “But I have feelings for you too.”

You both laughed in unison and he pulled you back in his embrace, hugging you tighter. “I’m sorry.”

“You better be.”

“OH MY GOD!!!” 

You both turned your heads to Jin’s voice yelling from a near distance. In a flash you let go of each other. You looked at Namjoon and he only shrugged with a disappointed smile. 

“Who told you fuckers can enter my room so freely, huh?!” Jin yelled. 

“We thought you were drunk enough to not care.” You replied. 

“Well thanks to Yoongi turning our karaoke session into a crying fest, I had to wrap things up. Then I realize the two of you are missing.” He rolled his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, it was all me. I needed a quick smoke and I dragged her along.” Namjoon laughed, clearly not taking the older guy seriously. 

“Whatever.” Jin turned his back. “Just fuck off for now, my head hurts and I need to sleep.”

“Yes, sir.” Joon replied. 

“Go sleep somewhere.” The lean guy shooed. “And don’t you dare have sex in my house.”

“We didn’t—“ 

“Zip it.” Jin pointed at you. “Go before I throw my expensive Louis Vuitton slides at both of you.”

The two of you quickly made an exit. As soon as the door closed, the thick awkward atmosphere surrounded you. 

“You’re staying here for the night?” He asked. 

“Don’t know.” You looked around. “Are you?”

“Wanna… go back to my place? It’s just a ten minute walk.” He said sheepishly. “And uh, do things correctly this time?”

A giddy smile formed on your lips as you let him take your hands in his.

Thank you for reading! ⛅️

boys are meant to be eye candy and give head

Puff for Puff |KNJ| |M|

Summary: There are levels when it comes to Namjoon and you. After a long day working in the studio Namjoon needs the weed, you on the other hand, need something a little bit more stronger dealing with him. But he also needs you, his little play toy.

Paring: Idol!Namjoon x!reader

Warning: size kink, spitting, oral (m receiving) ass slapping, rough sex, weed and alcohol consumption, name calling (slut, whore) praise kink. I think that's all!

Main masterlist Namjoon mastetlist

Namjoon sighs when he brings his head back against the couch, the alcohol taking affect in his body. It was a nice feeling. To not work or be in a room with a bunch of strangers you don't know for a night. Having a home to himself with his beautiful girlfriend.

Speaking of girlfriend, you were on his lap rolling up a blunt for him to smoke first since he asked you too. It's funny really, because you don't smoke. Not regularly, but you somehow always had the good stuff on hand. "Baby." He hears you call him as he sits up opening his eyes. You hold up the blunt in front of him already lit for him, he takes his hand from your waist, and he grabs it putting it to his lips and takes a few puffs before handing it back to you. The smoke goes to the other side of the room, and he takes another sip of his drink. You take a long puff, letting it sit on your lungs before blowing it out. It doesn't take long for Namjoon to take the blunt from you again and you to take his drink and sipping on it as well.

This what you two did, on a typical Saturday night when Namjoon didn't have anything else going on that acquired him to sleep at his dorm room then being at your comfy apartment. He didn't mind though, as long as he could see you, hold you, and spend time with you that's all that really mattered to him.

He feels a pair of lips kiss his neck softly leaving him from his trance. You work your lips up to behind his ear lobe kissing it before moving to his jawline then up to his lip. Your kisses felt like fire on his lips, the weed taking full effect as he lets you explore his mouth. It didn't last long though, as you started to pull on the bottom of his white tee. You always were impatient. When it came to waiting in line, when the Wi-Fi didn't work when you wanted it to work, when you had something cooking in the oven. But most importantly you were impatient when it came to sex. You always let out the loudest whines and would pout when Namjoon didn't touch you right away. He always said you were a brat. And to be honest, you loved being his spoiled and only brat.

Namjoon watches as you take off his shirt his eyes hooded when you start to kiss down the middle of his throat, he lets out a grunt as you bite down leaving a dark purple mark on his honey tone skin. He usually tells you no, well he always tells you no, but he doesn't have the heart too when all he can hear you mumbling is "so pretty" over and over again when you also, leave another pretty purple mark on his stomach. You do end up getting up from his lap and getting on your knees. Namjoon opens his legs up a bit, and he sits back a little more, his head laying on the couch cushion as he watches you pull down his sweatpants and underwear. Namjoon wasn't a small guy, or was he huge either, he was in the middle. With a thick girth and long. He always could stretch you out just right and it felt so good when he did.

You let out a hum, when you grab his dick with one hand and the other rubbing up and down his thigh. He felt heavy in your hands, licking the tip of his dick before moving down his shaft. It didn't take long for you to have him down his throat in one go, not even giving him a warning. A low grumble is heard from the back of his throat as he moves his hand to on the top of your head, his fingers running through your hair. You move your head up and down, relaxing your jaw to take all of him. Your hand moves away from his thighs and replace them on the bottom of his dick trailing them to also play with his balls just the way you knew your tall boyfriend like them. It didn't take long for Namjoon to start fucking your mouth, his hand gripping your hair in the process. His mind was clouded with his own lust, watching as tears fell from your eyes and he could hear tiny whimpers and moans vibrating around him. If Namjoon could take a picture, he would, it wasn't like he hasn't before, but his phone was far away from him, so he had to just leave it in his mind like a memory. Painting it in his brain forever.

"Fuck- Baby I'm going to cum, you going to let me cum down that pretty little throat?" Namjoon voice was raspy as he spoke. He could feel his high coming from the bottom of his stomach, you pull him out of your mouth taking a breather as you suck hard on the top of his tip. Your hands never stopping as you pump him through his orgasm. Thick white ropes of cum fills your mouth as you try to swallow every last drop. He rides out his high, a low moan leaves his lips and his body goes still. You let out a pretty giggle before standing up and pulls off the sun dress you had on. Namjoon eyes trail down your soft beautiful body, he watches as you take off your bra as well, and panties. You felt so small under his glaze, the dominance radiating off his body. You do end up walking back over to him, you sit back on his lap, straddling him. Namjoon hands move up your thighs then they reach at the end of your ass, squeezing the flesh.

You bend down, bring your lips back on his and it doesn't take long for it to become heated. It was a bit sloppy, but Namjoon didn't care. He could feel you dripping on his bare dick the more you move your hips to catch some type of friction. Namjoon could call you many names in the book, princess, baby, sweetheart, brat, pup, pedal. But he had his favorite ones like calling you his cock slut. Because let's be honest? Who wouldn't be? He loved when you begged for it, the way your eyes would become glossy with tears, and you would bite the bottom of your lip as you sucked on it. He rubs his dick against your wet, warm, sticky folds before sliding in, splitting you open. It was a stretch, a painful one but it felt good, so good, so delicious that you craved for it more. Moving down a bit further as you felt him fully inside you. You didn't wait to adjust either before being to move your hips. Riding your gorgeous boyfriend.

Moans fill the living room as you bounce on Namjoon's cock, he groans slapping your ass every now and again making you smile stupidly. You did start to feel tired though, your legs starting to feel sore, and as Namjoon liked to call you, "a pillow princess" you did what any normal pillow princess would do, let your man do the rest of the work. But Namjoon didn't seem to mind though as he moves his hips up, sharp thrust making you lose your mind. "Such a good little whore, fuck. Open your mouth." You do as you're told, sitting up just a bit, looking at him as you open your mouth. Namjoon sucks on his tongue before spitting right into your mouth and you swallow it. Your eyes start rolling in the back of your head when Namjoon hits that special spot. You dig your nails into his chest babbling his name over and over again, feeling your high coming. Namjoon could feel you clinching around him, he brings his hand in between your bodies rubbing your clit for extra motivation just enough for that band in the pit of your stomach to snap, causing you to come undone. You squeal and scream on Namjoon shoulder, your body trembling as you come down from your high. Namjoon continues moving his hips as he too tries to catch his high as well. He hears you whine when you start to feel overstimulated as he comes inside you with a groan.

Namjoon holds your body tight as you try to catch your breath. He looks at you as you have this stupid goofy smile on your face, he kisses your lips, before lifting your hips so he can pull out. You hiss at the feeling of emptiness and his and you're cum dripping on his sweatpants. But he was too high to care. "Aw, I made a mess on you." A pout forms on your lips, and Namjoon laughs before kissing your check. "It's okay, I can always wash them. Plus, you were a good girl, why would I care anyway? Even though you are a spoiled brat." On a normal day you would take offense into that, but you were still high to even care, but also tired. So, you smiled and lean back into him caging him and laying your head on his chest. You don't know when you end up falling asleep, but you hear Namjoon say thank you before drifting off into sleep land.

i'm going to kick myself

BTS AS... ANGST ROMANCE TROPES

NAMJOON ⠀ᯓᡣ𐭩 FALLING OUT OF LOVE. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he couldn't love you anymore. your presence in Namjoon’s life had become a constant too monotonous to satisfy him; he loved you, yes — trapped in your nature, utterly fascinated by your soul, Namjoon loved you deeply. but there was a certain annoyance in the serenity you carried with you, a certain discomfort in the reassurance your presence gave to Namjoon’s life. maybe he just got tired of the comfort of your day-to-day life, the repetitiveness of your love, the predictability of your history; or maybe Namjoon just stopped being in love with you because that’s what was written in your book, in your stars, in your lines of destiny. but, as much as he tried to escape reality, as much as he loved you as a person, as a friend, he could no longer deny the facts that constantly haunted him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“i don’t want to lose you,” his voice sounded ever so serious when he tried to express his feelings, no weakness or trembling to be noticed in his words, no hint of hesitation or falsehood to be felt in his little speech. just mere words of logic sinking into your heart with the memory of the ephemerality of Namjoon’s feelings. “i don’t want to lose you, but i can’t love you the way you want me to love you. i can’t love you the way i used to love you. i don’t think it’s fair of me to beg you to stay in my life after hurting you like this; but if the love i feel for you has weakened and just settled into a friendship that I know will be eternal, don’t you think it’s only logical that we stay together? as friends?”

Cherries (m.)

⤳ pairing: namjoon x reader

⤳ genre: camgirl!au, college!au | smut + fluffyyy

⤳ word count: 9.6k oof

⤳ summary: usually, you spent your evenings as a camgirl while thinking nobody knew about it. but that ended it all when your crush namjoon came up to you in class just to tease you with a name only your viewers should know of.

⤳ warnings: webcam masturbation, explicit sex, unprotected sex, squirting, deepthroating, tying up, degrading names, a little combo of cum & food play huehue

⤳ a/n: this is just a bts version of a fic I posted for a mx member, but since I haven’t posted in a while, I thought I’d at least give y’all this :’)

Turning on the camera, you looked at your own reflection on the screen; how you sat on your bed wearing your favorite set of lingerie – black lace with some fiery red printed on your bra, topping it off with a thick choker around your neck. You liked it simple and either ways, you’d take it all off sooner or later.

You pressed the green “GO LIVE” button – 3, 2, 1… There were you again, continuing your every night routine. The first few users already logged in, the ones your mind remembered well because they were on here regularly. And they probably waited for you anticipating every single night.

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