Namjoon: #21. Dont Hold Back, Baby.

namjoon: #21. Don’t hold back, baby.

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Lupine (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Word Count: 4,650

Rating: 18+

AU: Werewolf

Dialogue Prompt: “How about you stop whispering nasty things into your girlfriend’s ear and concentrate.” (I’m sorry idk how this got so long or uh, came to include smut)

↳ part of my AU drabble game

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miss Ella, what’s the oral receiving scene like for pups!joon ? 🥺🥺 will we get see that in future pups drabbles? I love this series so much 🥺 I didn’t know I could actually adore a series ljke this DDJDJDJ

Omg love u :3 You know how Namjoon kind of just wants to D*e whenever oc does something cute ;_; or something that he just finds Attractive of her ;_; You combine these two reactions and BOOM he’s like on the verge of actual Death jhfbsjfhbdhfbg You know what? Lemme demonstrate the Very First Time! Rated M for oral and Namjoon’s internal thought process just being AAAHHHH and oc being Cute As Always!!!!

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Introducing you to the privacy of his room was a mistake. You’re a reserved person, everyone knows this, but something about being within the confines of his space made you so… eager. And Namjoon doesn’t think his heart can take it anymore.

Just an hour ago he’d watched you interact with his roommate. Hoseok’s been a long-time friend, and it made him happy knowing you guys got along well: just a simple how-are-you conversation that only lasted three seconds because Namjoon had herded you through his door way too fast for you to keep up good dialogue. Trust him to cut short any affair that got in the way of getting you in his bedroom, but Hoseok understands the gesture because he shouts out a see you later! once Namjoon had locked his door.

The front door shut, and it was just you and him.

You didn’t take any initiative at first. And if Namjoon was being truthful, he’d be ready to admit that he really wasn’t trying to instigate. He liked his room. He liked you. He liked you in his room and he really–truthfully–wasn’t trying to instigate anything, and then you were lying on his bed without your jeans on (you didn’t like sitting on beds with your outside clothes on) and something inside him collapsed.

“Your bed smells good,” you said.

“You smell good,” Namjoon shot back, and you laughed. You looked like magic.

The lead-up was not eventful. It’s never eventful. He just loved lying down with you, and today had been particularly gruelling on your numbing brain, this close to some important deadline you had for an essay about time and the essence of life. Big-brained, convoluted things.

“I’m kinda horny,” you said simply.

Now, this. The present, where you ask to learn about sucking him off and he says yes, please yes and you’re kneeling between Namjoon’s legs now, and his pants and boxers off and is my dick nice? He doesn’t think it’s a bad dick.

“Big,” is all you have to say.

“You’re just being nice.”

“What if I choke? I’m gonna look ugly.”

“That’s–you’re not ugly, oh my god.” He laughs at your blush. “It’s okay, just. Go slow. Or whatever.”

“Well what do you like?” You whisper, grabbing his dick with that tentative grip, palm too warm. He’s scorching.

“You can–put your mouth on it.” It’s your eyes that get him first. Shining with glitter, the hope that you’re doing it right. Namjoon wants to cry, feeling your tongue lick at the slit. “Y-Yeah…”

And like the menace you are, you suck him in as deep as you can, grabbing at the meat of his thighs as Namjoon yelps.

“Ah–!”

You pull up, take a deep breath. “Good?”

“Yes. Please, again,” he says.

He doesn’t fit all the way but he still feels it tenfold. The lap of your tongue, the enthusiastic suction, your legs shifting behind you so you can bob your head better.

He has nothing to say for guidance. His throat is caught with his grunting, sighing pleasure because you’re just naturally good at doing this, making him feel good. All his sweetest parts burning with your wet love.

Suddenly he feels both your hands twisting at his cock. “Oh my god.” He’s vibrating, for fuck’s sake. He wants to laugh, thinking about how you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. You’re a different kind of evil. “W-Where’d you learn this?”

You look up at him, shy. As if you weren’t jerking at his leaking cock standing right under your nose. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

He won’t question it. He’s preoccupied with the heat of your tongue anyway, smoothing along the length like you’ve got a melting popsicle. You suckle on him again, the satisfaction of a good treat. Namjoon can’t help the hand he grips the back of your neck with.

“Is this okay?” He asks. He’s out of breath. You nod, knowing you did that to him.

“Mhm.”

“I might come soon.”

“Mhm,” you whine louder, and Namjoon feels his blood rushing even further down.

He closes his eyes to your novice rhythm. The softened hold you’ve got on the base of his dick that eases your motions. Your other hand curls around his thigh once more, squeezing whenever you try to slurp lower. He knows you like to challenge yourself, knows your drive to do things right. And if doing something right meant the potential of literally choking on dick then Namjoon won’t stop you. He hisses. “Holy fuck.”

Of course he’s close. Of course you make those tiny squeaks whenever his hand presses on your nape just a little harder. He almost bursts when you soften over the tip–the little smack–to lick at your lips. You’re looking at him with unhidden pride.

“I like doing this to you.”

“You’re going to kill me,” he says with certainty.

You nod. “G-Good,” you laugh a little, catching him with an upstroke. Your mouth meets your fist in the middle, the slow jerk to your suckling.

Namjoon tries to relax. Breathing hard, letting you take him where you want. Your timid strokes picking up speed, spit lathered, your suction slippery. He feels like he’s drowning. Like he can’t keep up anymore, submitting to your waves, your motions, the cry of his bedframe shifting under you both.

“I’m coming,” he warns.

You lap him up like you didn’t hear. But you know what you’re doing, licking at the length. You know that tightening your mouth makes him shiver. You tongue what’s wet into slobber, a squelch that shouldn’t sound so good but it does. 

It’s when you look up that he absolutely loses it.

He unravels quick, groaning through an orgasm you draw out so sweetly. Watching you watching him, eyes wet with your effort, the shine of your tears. And he doesn’t mean to buck up when he does–he’s so gone he doesn’t even hear you sputtering but he feels it, your throat convulsing, the little peep of surprise. Namjoon’s eyes go wide.

“You’re so pretty, pups.”

It’s the truth. The image of you, used, satisfied. Your hair is mussed from where he was gripping. He wipes the cum off the corner of your little smile, grabs a tissue from his bedside for you to spit into. Maybe he’ll ask if you’d be down to swallow, next time.

(He hopes to God there’s a next time.)

You wad the used tissue up into a ball, making a face. “Really salty,” you comment.

Namjoon reddens. “Yeah it’s pretty… gross. But… how was–that?”

“Fun.” You wobble up to your knees, using his shoulders for balance. Your smile is sincere. “It’s… you’re really hot, you know that?”

The bed dips when you straddle him. “Says you.”

“I’m telling the truth!”

He kisses you. Stained with his taste, and he can’t be bothered to care. “Thank you,” he whispers, “for taking care of me.”

“What a good boy,” you coo. “Now help me off this bed, I literally cannot get the feeling back in my legs and I’ve got your cum drying in my hand right now.”

commission 5: otiyr!hoseok

note: for anon who was so kind to help me back in November! I am so sorry this took so long to get out v_v;;; ……….. I hope you enjoy ;_;!!!!!

note 2: U kno when person A be like *super tough on the outside AND has no Knowledge of baring themselves to someone AT ALL AND!!!!!! IS SOFT TO ONLY ONE PERSON BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY CAN BARE THEMSELVES TO THEM* and then person B be like *I am the only person they can bare themselves to so I try really hard to get them to come out of their shell ONLY IF THEY WANT TO this is a healthy relationship I like to poke at them sometimes, it’s fine*? Yea this is that but make it more pine-y. Best friends to lovers? It’s more likely than you think!

Coach Park blew the whistle. Obviously this meant that practice had finished, but Hoseok was convinced it’s what called upon the bad omen.

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Year after year (after tear after tear)

note 1: I wrote this last semester after watching deathly hallows for the one hundredth time… I got mad that Ron/Hermione were a thing instead of Harry/Hermione ANYWAY that’s not the point of the fic but U know that feel when Ron/Lavender were together and Hermione was crying the whole time??? Yeah that’s the point of this fic. Also based off a drabble I didn’t reupload; this is the revamped version ig

note 2: “Ella will u ever write anything other than college au” Nope die mad about it

PAIRING. jeongguk/being in love, reader/crying, taehyung/being a good friend:( GENRE. sad romance. it’s college angst RATED. T WORD COUNT. 3.4k WARNINGS. I don’t mean it. SUMMARY. Taehyung just wants you to have a good birthday.

let me go, let me stay, let me live in oblivion…

cehryl, sway

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He doesn’t even need to say she’s there. It’s the same succession of movement every time: his spine will go rigid, then his eyes will light up. Maybe he’ll twiddle his thumbs under the table too. He fidgets like he is.

“I really like her,” Jeongguk sighs.

“That’s good,” you answer.

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jungkook and mama jeon passionate smut plsssss

“God, right there,” you whimpered, digging the heels of your feet into Jungkook’s back as he fucked into you.

“That’s right baby, open up for me,” Jungkook groaned, reaching up and tangling his hands with your hands, pressing your arms down onto the bed. He was thrusting into you deep and rhythmically, which you loved. 

“Please don’t stop, it feel so good,” you ranted, making Jungkook smirk at you.

“I must be fucking you really good, you’re rambling,” he chuckled deeply and you couldn’t even make a snarky comment back because he really was fucking you that good.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you pouted and Jungkook cooed lightly before leaning down so that his mouth was right by your ear.

“I’m sorry. You know that I love it when you get like this,” he grumbled. “So open, so fucking wet.”

“Shit, just for you,” you moaned, feeling that belt in your abdomen threatening to snap as he fucked you harder. 

“Mines, right?” He wondered as he lifted his head in order to look down at you, and you nodded your head instantly.

“Always yours,” you promised him, your head tilting back as you felt yourself about to release. “Kook, I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck, me too Y/N-ah,” he murmured, speeding up the pace of his thrusts. You felt him let go of one of your hands and he set his fingertips on your clit, rubbing the nub quickly and efficiently.

“Baby, baby, baby,” you chanted, your back arching up off of the bed as you squirted around Jungkook’s cock. He continued to fuck you, making your juices splash onto your thighs as well as Jungkook’s pelvis and lower stomach.

“There we go baby,” he cooed, still fucking you through your orgasm. 

“Please come inside me,” you pleaded weakly, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “Wanna feel it.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” Jungkook huffed roughly, looking down at you sternly. “Unless you want me to get you pregnant again.”

“Give it to me,” you repeated, making him growl as he buried his face in your neck, licking and sucking on it as he began to come inside of you. You moaned at the feeling of warmth filling you up, and the sound of Jungkook moaning deeply in your ear turned you on to no end.

“God dammit Y/N-ah,” he laughed breathlessly, lifting his head and looking down at you. “Give me some warning next time.”

“How was I supposed to know that you’d fuck my brains out and make me want your cum inside of me?” You giggled, reaching up and tangling your hands in his hair. 

“I’m glad I did,” he joked, leaning down and kissing you passionately. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too Kook,” you smiled, leaning up and kissing his lips again as you dragged him down into you.