Just Wanted To Make A Small Appreciation Post For @yoongiofmine @dari-ede @daechwitatamic Im HOOKED On

Just wanted to make a small appreciation post for @yoongiofmine @dari-ede @daechwitatamic I’m HOOKED on to their fics. If you get a chance please check out their fics 💕

Duality ~KNJ

➜Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader ➜Genre: Smut, Fluff, One-Shot Warnings: vaginal sex (kinda rough because Namjoon is part of the hulk line), slight breast and ass play [18+ MDNI] ➜Word Count: 1.2k ➜Summary: Hot, steamy nights and silly, lovey-dovey mornings… That’s what everyday life with Kim Namjoon as your boyfriend feels like!

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Is anyone else having a problem with s*x b*ts following them everyday?? I’m blocking like 2-3 bot accounts every time I open tumblr.

Namjoon Fic Recs (IV)

It's been so long since I last did this! These are just some of the banging Namjoon fics I've come across lately or not so lately oops

Please remember to give these writers a lot of love (comments, reblogs, DMs and asks are all very appreciated)

Finally, if you haven't checked them out already, here are my Namjoon Fic Recs I, II and III.

All of these fics contain smut (strictly 18+).

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Rumor Has It - @jjungkookislife

Mayores - @lonelyhobi

Beyond the facade - @vminity21

Til death do us part - @justimajin

Big boy - @mochilatae

Heartbeat (Also, Coal in your stocking) - @hamsterclaw

Happiness - @indgio

Worth all your while (Also, The lucky ones) - @effortandmore

A fine line - @moni-logues

On tilt - @shina913

Real magic - @here2bbtstrash

Substance - @reliablemitten

Fall apart & redefine - @ugh-yoongi

His majesty - @yoonieper

All night - @luaspersona

Anti-Hero - @goodsoop

Day 17 - Somnophilia & Blowjobs - @borathae

Redamancy - @eoieopda

A little bit in love with you - @joonbo

Fairytale dream - @euphoricfilter

Untitled - @ahundredtimesover

Dark Horse - @readyplayerhobi

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If there are any Namjoon fics you've really enjoyed and aren't on these lists then please feel free to drop a DM/ask! I already know there are so many good ones I've likely missed out on this one but will suddenly remember for the next one lmao

Not Another Holiday Romance (M)

Author: @kpopfanfictrash as part of  the Snow Falls Collaboration with @suga-kookiemonster and @underthejoon

Pairing: Namjoon / Reader (female)

Genre:  One Night Stand / Small Town!AU / Holiday!AU / movie director!Y/N + town historian!Namjoon

Word Count: 32,234

Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, oral (female and male receiving), deep throating, breast play, some face fucking, dirty talk, semi-rough sex, multiple orgasms (female)

Mentions of past emotional manipulation/verbal relationship abuse (does not occur during story).

Author’s Note: This story is told in alternating viewpoints between Y/N and Namjoon.

Synopsis: You, a perpetually alone (and utterly cynical) movie director, are sent to the town of Snow Falls, Middle-of-Nowhere for your latest film assignment. Stuck in holiday hell until the new year, you’re determined to get in and get out with minimal damage to your Grinch reputation. That is, until a ridiculously gorgeous (and young?!) town historian is assigned to help with your film. Suddenly, you find yourself the heroine of one of those corny romances you direct – and are discovering they might not be so corny after all.

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Thighs - Namjoon

Pairing: dom!namjoon x AFAB sub!reader Summary: Namjoon can't believe he never noticed your thighs before.

Wordcount: 2253

Genre: Smut, established relationship

Warnings: body worship, use of pet names (baby, bay girl, angel, etc), fingering, joon really likes your thighs lmao (i mean it, take them away from him), riding, unprotected sex (don't be a dipshit, dipshit), reader uses "sir"

Minors DNI

This is my first time sharing my writing, i just hope at least one person enjoys it lmao

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Namjoon stares in amazement…

Three years.

He can’t believe that after three years of dating you he’d never properly appreciated your thighs. Was he blind?

Well, not anymore, because here he is staring at you from across the couch. Your simple pink silk pajama shorts adorn them beautifully like gift wrap, and it takes everything in him not to unwrap them ravenously.

They jiggle with every slight movement, looking smooth, creamy, and sweet. Like honey butter.

You feel Namjoon’s eyes on you. “Something wrong, bub?” you ask quietly. God, you have no clue what you can bring out in him.

Looking away awkwardly and clearing his throat, Namjoon brushes your question off with a brief ‘nothing’ in response. Unfortunately for him, your suspicions aren’t eased.

Instead of letting it go, you pause the show you’re watching together. “Don’t lie to me…” Shifting and crawling to sit in front of him (he absolutely, totally did not notice the way your thighs moved as you crawled closer to him), you giggle your sweet giggle and take his face into your hands. You focus diligently on leaving feather-soft pecks on every inch of his face, light and sugary, saving his lips for last. You ask once more, “What’s wrong? Did something happen at work today?”

Blushing a little, Namjoon takes a deep breath in, chastising himself for his ridiculous thoughts. You’ve both had a long day and need rest. Not what his mind was brewing up mere moments ago. After collecting himself for a few seconds, he looks at you with gentle eyes, reiterating, “It’s nothing, baby.” It comes out as a whisper, his minty breath hitting your face.

You smile as he wraps his arms loosely around your waist, “Alright, alright.” Sighing exasperatedly, you play the show again and cuddle into his chest. Comfortable, and now calm, Namjoon takes ahold of your warm, delicate hand. He caresses it happily, enjoying the feeling.

Everything is fine now.

Not.

Eventually, an action scene arrives in the show. You stiffen, sitting up in his lap. As the tension in the air rises, your leg starts to jump up and down with restlessness.

Namjoon most certainly notices, but his eyes are Gorilla-glued to the screen, desperate not to look over.

But no.

Your thighs scream his name.

His sweatpants tighten.

As the tension continues to rise on screen it also rises in him. Namjoon’s hand moves slowly to your thigh. He caresses it, enjoying the softness. You look at his hand, his actions catching your attention—the way his fingers leave a burning trail, one that makes your cheeks red.

Just as a gunshot fires in the drama, you jump. In this short period, Namjoon swipes the remote, hopeless, and desperate. Your head shoots towards him, “Hey—” you pause at the look in his eyes.

You get it now.

“Joonie are yo—mmf—” you’re silenced as he gently presses his lips against yours, pushing you into the sofa. “Oh-“ you gasp between kisses. Heat rises, gentleness is abandoned for sucking, biting, licking. He swipes his tongue at your bottom lip—practically demanding entrance into your hot mouth. It sends shivers down your spine, eliciting a soft moan. “This is sudden.“ before your breathless comment makes him pause, but you pull him closer, giving him permission to continue. He nips lightly at your lips and you submit, granting him entrance into your mouth and planting your hands deep in his hair.

Hands searching, Namjoon grasps at your left thigh, squeezing, rubbing them up and down. “Fuck, angel, you’re so gorgeous.” He speaks against the kiss before ducking his head down to the crook of your neck, making you seize up, whimpering. Your neck has always been sensitive. “relax, baby, just hold on tight.” Whispering, he reassures you.

As he busies himself with your neck, engraving it with his mark—or several of them, you move to pull his loose t-shirt off,  struggling to combat your rapidly weakening limbs.

Nonetheless, it lands discarded on the floor.

Reaching under your top, Namjoon slides his hand across your abdomen, his chilly fingers causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You curl into his touch obediently.

Moving quickly, it takes no time at all before Namjoon is planting a light kiss on your inner thigh. Your legs go weak, trembling at the wispy yet pleasurable sensation. A weak mewl emits from you. “J-Joonie-“ He kisses the tender skin once more. It’s supple and burning against his lips. You gasp as he licks it, feeling a dire determination to know what it tastes like.  

Sweet.

It’s subtle but so palpable. Your thighs shake and threaten to close but Namjoon grips them firmly, holding them open. “Hold still for me, angel.” He breathes against your sensitive skin as he speaks—it’s hot and searing, forcing a whine out of you. Chuckling at your whimpery reaction, Namjoon asks, “Do you like that, baby?”

You have no option but to answer honestly and breathlessly, “Y-yes-“

So, he moves up your thighs, leaving love bites and deeply bruised hickeys. They’re various shades of blue and purple, a beautifully painted watercolor. The proud work of Namjoon and his hunger. Every mewl, whimper, moan, and plea that bursts from your lips revs him further. Your back arches the closer he travels to your core, but your thighs remain under his iron grip unable to close. You’re undoubtedly soaked by now. “You love the way I ruin you so nicely, don’t you? So desperate and needy.”

Struggling to catch your breath, you don’t answer.

“Answer me, angel,” He commands you, squeezing your thigh roughly. “Good girls use their words.”

“Yes!” You gasp as he sucks extra harshly on a preexisting hickey.

Satisfied, he leans away momentarily, meeting your eyes. “Baby, can I keep going?” You hastily nod your head, now just as needy as he is.

Namjoon decides to take his time despite the hardness within his sweatpants. At a painstakingly slow rate, he slips off your silky rose tank top. He attaches his fiery lips to the sensitive tip of your breast, forcing a groan from your eager body. As he works with your breasts, leaving a similar watercolor painting as your thighs, he pulls off your shorts—as well as your lacy undies.

His hand is once more on your thigh, inching, inching, inching towards your core. “Joon, hurry up, please.” You beg him.

“Shhh, be patient babygirl.” He kisses against your lips sensually, but just as slowly as his fingers trail to your core. They leave teasing circles in particularly sensitive spots—ones that he knows will make you crumble further beneath him. The subtle and carnal tingle is deliciously gratifying. But it’s all so, so slow.

It’s agonizing. The desire pools in your stomach, heavy and pleading for release. Unable to help it, your hips thrust up. “P-please I-“

“I told you to be patient.” Cutting you off, he growls under his breath. He puts more weight against your middle, effectively pinning you. You squirm but the dominance only wets your core even more.

Legs wobbly and weak, you can only keen into every precise touch. You try to focus on breathing as your senses become overloaded. His lips don’t leave your chest—a peck here, a tug on the nipple there, every moment is shocking to your overstimulated system. Heavy breathing speckled with moans serves as the backdrop.

Trapped. Trapped in bliss you almost don’t notice that his nimble fingers have met your core, finally.

You instantly moan loudly at the touch, “Joon!” He buries his digits deep, spreading your juices. His thumb grazes your clit, summoning a guttural moan from deep within as it circles your bundle of nerves.

“You sound so pretty, baby.” His melodic voice only deepens your pleasure. Without warning, he thrusts a finger in you, following a slow rhythm. Your back arches from the friction, only to be stopped by his chest that’s still holding you in place. “Open your eyes, baby.” You attempt to do so, but the pressure that’s building is almost too much.

Namjoon won’t have that.

He stops all movement, making you whine, helplessly squirming under his weight. “Open. Your. Eyes.” He softly whispers. This time you follow his instructions and look straight into Namjoon’s darkened pupils. “Good girl.”

Resuming movement, he curls his fingers, hitting just the right spot. His lips meet your neck once more, going back over the hickeys he left earlier. All these sensations all at once are practically suffocating, everything building up the tension in you, stretching the rubber band.

“Joon I’m- I’m close-“ you plead with your eyes, holding him close for support

“No,” Namjoon whispers to you, leaving velvety kisses on your lips, “Not until I say.”

You let out a throaty moan, doing your utmost not to let go. Every part of you wants to release, but you hold off.

Every noise becomes breathless as you hug Namjoon closer, desperate not to snap.

“Namjoon, please-“ you cut yourself off by releasing another moan.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” Namjoon asks as he slows the pace his fingers move.

“Y-yes!”

“Well, good girls ask for what they want. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Tell me what you want, beg for it.” He bites at your earlobe as you listen. The thought of vocalizing your desires makes you more flushed than ever. But your body screams for release. “Speak up, angel.”

“Please- Please let me…” You stop near the end, embarrassed. Namjoon stops all movement and begins to remove his fingers from your core. Crying out in disappointment you reach for him, “No!”

“You weren’t being good, angel.”

“Please let me cum!” Letting it out all at once you bury your head in Namjoon’s chest. “Please… sir.”

“Fuck” Namjoon growls into your ear. You whine once more, chest heaving. He grinds himself onto you, making you jolt, and continues rolling his clothed length onto your core. He’s undone you completely and all you can do is cry desperately, begging for more.

Finally, he leans down to your ear and whispers, “Ride me, angel.”

Your breath hitches at his demand, “But s-sir—”

“Shhh,” He sets you up on his lap, “Be a good girl, I’ll make you feel good.”

Namjoon’s hand puts a light pressure on your clit before you yelp, “O-okay!”

Quickly peeling his boxers off, Namjoon discards them next to your silk shorts. It’s not long before you’ve settled once again on his lap. You line up your entrance with his length.

Namjoon does nothing to help. He only watches as you slowly descend on him, whining every step of the way. You brace yourself on his shoulders, “J-Joon it’s too much—”

He takes hold of your thighs, “Keep going, you’re doing so well, angel—fuck-” Namjoon’s grip on your thighs hardens and he helps bring you down until you’ve bottomed out. You squirm at how full you feel, wanting to move. You begin to grind on him—your patience running thin. “Shit—just like that baby” he praises your movement, guiding you along.

As you keep moving, Namjoon begins to quietly moan at the feeling of you riding him. He can’t hold any of it in—eventually he’s sucking at your neck to hold back from crying out altogether. His entire existence spurs you on. Losing your strength, you lean into his chest. Your hips have begun to ache, but you only need more of him. “Sir you—you make me feel so good-“ softly speaking, your words have a devastating effect.

“Oh god, baby—you’re so good. Keep going—” His words are broken from pleasure, “F-faster. Go faster for me—”

Ever the obedient partner, you listen to him. “Yes sir…” your words drift off as you keep focus. Namjoon becomes fueled, lifting your face to his and bringing you into a deep kiss. All your walls have come down as he explores your mouth.

“Call me that again—do it again, pretty girl.” His name for you causes your stomach to sink in arousal.

“Sir—ah!” As you speak through the kiss, Namjoon begins to thrust up into you. Suddenly your words become a mantra of “sir” and “more” until he’s taken over complete control. “I’m close, sir—please--”

“Go on, sweetheart, keep going. Let go for me.” He revs you further, meeting you with every thrust and making you cry out in pitched whines.

“I-I’m—” You don’t get a chance to finish; with only a few more thrusts, you come undone. Namjoon holds you tight, and you cling to him as you release all over him. As he chases his own orgasm for a few more thrusts, all that’s left in the air is harsh breathing and the scent of arousal. After enough time has passed, he removes his length. You whine at the sudden emptiness.

Although you’d like for him to stay, Namjoon leaves momentarily to get a wet washcloth to clean you both up. As he’s finishing up, he leans over to you on the couch and rubs his hands soothingly over your trembling thighs. “You did so well, baby” he praises you, placing light kisses all over your face. You can barely acknowledge his words, but they still make a warm feeling spread throughout you.

As Namjoon brings you both to bed, you cling to him and refuse to let go. Lying in bed, you still find yourself cradling into his arms—attracted to his warmth.