Namjoon + Honeymoon

namjoon + honeymoon <3

It was your stupid husband’s idea to go to a tropical rain forest, so obsessed with the idea of seeing real sloths and rare birds that he didn’t stop to think about the gazillion mosquitoes that would be there, too. “Ugh, this hurts,” you whine for what has to be the millionth time, scratching at the numerous bites littering your calves. You’re not even safe in your lodging, a tiny little rental house with an air-con system as old as your grandmother.

Namjoon’s just come out of the bath, white towel draped around his waist to make him look like a Greek god. Stray water droplets cling to his shoulders and chest, sparkle under the yellow lamplight as he rounds the foot of the bed. Miraculously, he’s come out of the rain forest unscathed. You’re extremely jealous, but you comfort yourself with the fact that maybe your kids will get his superior anti-mosquito blood in their genes too. “Salve,” he says, plopping down on the edge of the bed with a tiny green jar of something. “The locals said it would help.”

You scoff. “The locals said,” you mimic, but snatch it out of his hand nonetheless.

In truth, you’re actually having a lot of fun. After the numerous Bridezilla meltdowns you had over the course of your wedding planning, letting Namjoon plan the honeymoon was a blessing in disguise; not only did you have one less thing to worry about, but your wildlife-loving husband has the prettiest smile when he’s excited about toucans. “It’s what you get for not wearing bug repellant,” he teases now, discarding his towel as he crawls up the bed towards you. Oh.

Wrapping your hands around his shoulders, you barely manage one brush of your lips against his before he’s stripping you of your nightgown. “Not my fault I have the juiciest blood,” you frown, shivering when his slightly cold skin presses against yours.

Namjoon chuckles, a sound so low and deep, it goes straight to your pussy. “Yeah?” he hums, settling the weight of his body over you. He’s heavy as fuck, but being suffocated by your husband’s hot and heavy body isn’t the worst way to go out. His lips find their place against your cheek, two plush pillows that leave a faint kiss against your skin. “But now you’re covered in mosquitos bites.”

Pulling him closer, you shift your hips from side to side until his cock is nestled between your folds, angry tip kissing your clit. You shudder. “So?” you sigh, “you’ll cover them up for me anyway.”

Namjoon laughs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “That I will.” And he does, sucking and kissing along your skin as he goes. His lips traverse the length of your body, suckling against your tits until you’re whimpering and begging for him to stop. He only stops when both nipples are two, twin peaks, slick and shiny with his saliva. Then, between your thighs. He sucks a painful mark at the juncture where your thigh meets your body, doesn’t let go even when you dig your fingers into his scalp and tug him away. “Relax,” he says, suave, smooth, that stupidly hot bastard.

His pillowy lips kiss down the inside of each leg, tongue peeking out to swipe against your swollen bites. He doesn’t suck on those, knows that it’ll only exacerbate the itchiness, but it’s the thought that counts. He does, however, practically leave you covered in his saliva, licking every inch of skin he can get to. You’re left feeling sticky and wet, a sensation that soon fades into the background when he gets his mouth on your clit.

He nudges the bud back and forth, like you’re nothing more than a sweet for him to play with. Panting, you barely manage to plead your case for more, filling the air of the lodging with sniffles and sobs as Namjoon licks between your thighs. Eventually, it’s your trembling hand reaching for his — the one with the ring on it — that convinces him to help you out.

One finger dips into your achingly hot core, tongue swirling circles around your clit. You buck forward, against his mouth, as the pleasure begins to simmer in your center. Namjoon takes his time with you, does his best to draw out every droplet of ecstasy from you. He loves the sounds, the tiny jerks of your body, the way his name tumbles off your lips. “Joon,” you sob, “no more— please.”

Only then does he let you come, milking your cum out of you with a never-ending series of kitten licks against your clit. You quiver beneath him, body wracked with the aftershocks of such a pleasant orgasm. “Good girl,” he hums, kissing the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. “Always so good.”

royal flush | knj x reader | [M]

 ➹ title: royal flush

➹  pairing: namjoon x reader

➹ summary: your kingdom’s newest prisoner is giving you sleepless nights. 

➹ rating: 18+

➹ genre/au: royal!au, queen!reader,  prisoner!namjoon, strangers to enemies(?) to lovers, smut, thriller, p(with very minimal)p

➹ word count: 1.5k

➹ warnings: oral(male receiving), fingering, breast play, nipple play, penetrative sex, public sex, mentions of treason, prison

➹ credits: @lavienjin​ and @sunshinejunghoseokie​ are my wonderful betas for this fic. thank you both for working on such short notice ❤️

➹ a/n: this is for part of 2 network events. details are given below.

part of @btsgoldnetwork‘s Golden Royals Event. it’s technically still september so happy birthday joonie! your sexy brain and dangerous body and wonderful heart have us all in shambles ❤️ 

part of @bangtansorciere​’s September House Games Fall for Romance hosted by @yoonia​. 

❥ AU type/trope - Sweaters & Leather Boots - Strangers to Lovers AU

❥ Theme - Royalty, Forbidden Romance

❥ Kinks - Nipple play, Fingering, Public Sex

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bloodlines

Now that most of the world’s population had become vampires, human blood was a rare commodity. And with your genetic immunity from the lamia trait keeping you very human, life had become a complicated game of hide and seek.

Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader

Genre: Vampire!Jimin; Fluff

Word Count: 600+

Part of the Seven Genre Drabble Challenge

Related storie(s): Just Like Before

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I Don’t Like A Gold Rush || Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Jungkook is the golden boy, an excellent student, the star of you college’s football team. Rumor has it, there’s simply nothing he can’t do. The same cannot be said about you, but you’ve never had an issue with that. You’re happy with your small group of friends and your lack of talent in sports. And then, Jin befriends Jungkook, and you find yourself spending a lot of time with him. Before you know it, you’ve taken an interest in him — and you’re sure you shouldn’t. There’s no way this can end well for you… right?

Also available on Ao3.

Word count: 17.3k

Genre: College AU, strangers to lovers, slice of life, mostly fluff

Warnings & Tags: discussed insecurities, alcohol consumption, reader almost has a panic attack at some point, shy jungkook, jungkook is bad at Feelings, Reader is bad at feelings too, mutual pining kinda, Jungkook has long hair, sfw, New Year’s Day themed.

A/N: I don’t know how I would name my stories without Taylor Swift. Anyway, this is more or less centered around the New Year (it was supposed to be more and then… it didn’t happen), and I hope you’ll enjoy it! Happy New Year everyone!

The first time you hear Jungkook’s name, it’s in the sentence “Man, is there anything Jungkook can’t do?”. You look up at your friend Jin from the book you’re studying. You have no idea who Jungkook is, but that doesn’t mean anything. Jin is always complaining about how you don’t know anyone on the campus, which you think is quite unfair.

…but then you really don’t know that many people on the campus.

“What’s going on?” you ask him, because he sounds extremely annoyed, and he shows you his phone. On it, there is a score for a basketball game. You think.

Your college is famous for its basketball team… Right?

“Uh-uh,” you still say with a nod, trying to make it look like you have any idea what you’re talking about.

“This kid is crushing it at school, the girls love him, and now this!” Jin complains, a little too loud, and shushing noises come from a spot behind you. You turn around to give the group an apologetic look. “I really shouldn’t have bet against him.”

Ah, there you know what to say.

“You really need to stop making bets. You never win them.”

Jin glares at you.

“And you are a terrible friend. You’re supposed to comfort me!”

“I’ll comfort you when you stop making the worst choices imaginable,” you mutter, going back to your work. Jungkook’s name, his supposed excellence, and that basketball match — if it even is basketball — leave your mind as fast as they entered it, without leaving a trace behind.

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《“What? Were you imagining something a little bit more formal?”》

*sighs*

Will there ever be a point where I am not impressed by you and your words, Willow?

I read this during the summer, and this was actually the story I hinted in my last reblog of yours. To be honest, I’m not sure why I thought that this might have put me in an even more coherent state because right now, my mind is fuzzy with the thoughts of this park scene and maybe what might’ve happened at the movie theatre👀. But I’m also not going to let my mind stray too far off because those are dangerous thoughts, and I’m trying to make it through the day in one piece, haha!

Amazing, beautiful, sultry, and funny are just a few words that have come across my mind while and after reading this, and it is with great pleasure (or maybe pain?) that I will be thinking about this for a while.

Thank you so much, Willow. You are such a talented person, and your mind is filled with the most beautiful constellations and creations. Sending you my love (for the billionth time)💕

"I just want to please you" + "this wasn't supposed to happen this way"

Namjoon and yn, at the park

incredible, nonnie

DATE NIGHT 

wc: 301 rating: explicit warnings: public sex, handjob

“This wasn’t—”

He chokes on the word. He chokes on it, his throat closing around the phrase, his head thrown back in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut. He even bites his lip to keep the words — more like sounds at this point — from spilling out of his throat.

He always was a little too controlled, you think, and then you squeeze your grip a little tighter and he cries out. The groan is soft and delicious and you want to drink it up.

“Hm? What were you saying?” You tease, your words hardly above a whisper. “It wasn’t what?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen this way,”  he spits out through gritted teeth.

“What? Were you imagining something a little bit more formal?”

“We’re in a fucking—ngh—park!”

Your hand is now twisting up and down his shaft and you can tell he’s close, his breath drawn shabbily through his throat, eyes clenched shut, knuckles turning white.

“You ought to be quieter,” you whisper. “In case anyone else notices.”

“It’s a little hard—  when you’re doing it like that.”

“I just wanted to please you,” you say softly.

It’s something about your voice that does it for him. With a hardly covered groan he cums, filling your hand with his seed. You give him a moment. Let his breath return to normal, his eyes blink open to the summer sun beating down on you both.

“Fuck,” he hisses, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that fast.”

“You’ve got a bit of an exhibitionist streak, huh?”

He just grins sheepishly at you.

“C’mon,” you say, grabbing a wipe from your bag and cleaning off your hand before offering it to him, helping him to his feet. “Let’s finish our date, shall we? What’s next? A movie?”

《"In this quiet moment, with his soft strands between your fingers it becomes impossibly clear to you that you love him and that you need to tell him, even though it scares you beyond anything. Because after uttering these three little words, there’s no going back for you. With these words out in the open, that’s it for you. You will have to haunt him until his dying day probably. You don’t see it playing out any other way."》

I feel as though I deserve a standing ovation or a gold medal for being the slowest reader at this moment because, my goodness! I’ve been sitting on my thoughts about this chapter for a month (cross out) a while now, and I feel like now I’m beginning to get myself out of a mental block, and I’m very glad that I’m able to write reviews again. Especially to you, my friend.

Experiencing this chapter, well, more specifically, Walpurgisnacht again from a different lens, brings a bit of light to this dark period. The relationship that had been building up since the beginning is now at a peak, and they are able to have each other in a way that didn’t feel possible before due to the fear of uncharted territory and what uncovering the unknown would mean for them later on. For lack of better words, everything seemed pretty intangible, but now you bring a sense of establishment that I really love.

In terms of Walpurgisnacht, as you wrote, Taehyung and the main character were more prepared for it this time, and I enjoyed its build-up. The bittersweetness of it all lingered throughout longing touches and caresses. Their love was never lost as they entangled themselves throughout the moments before in their anxiousness. Their intimacies were heightened through the knowledge that no matter what form the main character is in, they will meet each other again, and that in itself is so incredibly beautiful.

There is another level of assurance, trust, and conviction between these two as well that is so incredibly beautiful, and I really admire how you played into that with the flickering lights. It was a small touch, but something that held a lot of weight, and in addition to that, there was the image of Taehyung continuing to talk to the main character and carry on as if nothing had changed which was so evocative. It's easy, so easy, to fall into this world with them, so I can only imagine how it felt for them to realize how much they had fallen for each other throughout these moments you shared with us.

Another point that I enjoyed reading was the parallelism of their thoughts and the little moments where they were so close to saying those three little words, and the way it happened was incredibly soft and heartwarming. I've been seeing people online say that being in love feels warm and safe, and though I've never been in love, I know that they had fallen for each other way before this moment. Everything just snowballed perfectly, and the way you wrote these two characters and their story is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. It's exciting, heartwarming, emotional yet beautiful.

If I’m being honest, I am excited yet nervous to finally read the last chapter. Maybe that’s a part of the reason as well that I’ve been a bit quieter than usual. Nevertheless, I have really enjoyed this series, and I’m looking forward to reading everything else that I have on my list from you.

Thank you for sharing your talent with the world, August. You are incredible. See you soon!!!💕

my tears ricochet #11 | kth

#11 my tears ricochet

word count: 2064 words

series: my tears ricochet [masterlist]

summary: sometimes you’re a little afraid of the words stuck in your throat. also: what is up with yoongi?

pairing: ghost!reader x taehyung

genre: ghost!AU, roommate!AU, fluff / angst / crack

warnings for this series: (still kinda) sfw  // it’s a ghost story, so death will be touched upon // questionable ghost mythology //  language (curse words)

chapter warnings: curse words, some angst, they are stupidly in love, inappropriate comparisons to dough, there are tears in this, everyone is crying except for yoongi

beta read by the loveliest @snackhobi​ (thank you!!!)

A/N: WE’RE ALMOST THERE! A small announcement though: I lied: the last part is technically not really an epilogue, narratively speaking, but rather a “real” chapter. Also: It’ll be out Friday in two weeks and not next week, sorry. I hope you like this chapter, please let me know, if you do. With love, your insecure af writer.

#9 no, i’m not a snack at all – #epilogue: tell me how to live (tell me how to die)

Time passes, months fly. Walpurgisnacht comes and goes, and you vanish and you reappear. It fucks him up a little less.

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