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thought i’d quickly drop a list of what I’m reading or will be. Got held up with some work this week so recs might be a little delayed than what I planned. Will make a post again about these later tho. 

quit it or I’ll bite you by @jjungkookislife

smother by @namjoonchronicles

rental by @moononthejoon

feverish by @jintobean

weekly fic pic // 20 may

it’s so easy to get lost for days based on one single thought that just wrecks you, but thankfully i had these fics to cheer me up these last two or three weeks.

THIS IS MY 7th LIST 🥳🥰

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hello,

THANK YOU for writing these. I hope you and your loved ones are safe right now. please take care.

when even breathing and existing feels like a chore your words made my life better, my day to day, minutes and seconds of existing better so no words can truly convey how thankful I am? I just wish the happiness I felt while reading will be reflected right back at you like twofold threefold? thank you for writing. thank you for being here enduring so many things and still writing these. The impact your words and ideas have are immeasurable. My limited words can truly never do justice to how amazing your work truly is, and english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry I’m a bit lacking here.

REMINDER for you to take breaks, eat your meals, hydrate.

AGAIN I LOVE YOU PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. I WISH YOU ALL THE HAPPINESS AND JOY IN THIS WORLD. MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE. YOU MAKE THIS WORLD A BETTER PLACE!

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Fanfiction is provided for free, but it is not produced for free.  

if you read a fic REBLOG please. thats the least you can do thank you!

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embrace  and pheromones by @rmnamjoons marnie just keeps putting out content that keeps getting better and better. there’s already the holy trinity in my other rec. I’m so fucking in love cuddly and soft joon. And I also love feral joon these two fics are such a treat honestly and I loved reading them. pheromones plot is SO SO creative and unique. i love namjoon’s characterisation in both these fics. 

“you come to my room and wake me up at 4am to cuddle?” by @lilac-park-jimin I am so so so fucking soft after reading this my soul is jelly UGH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS ITS HONESTLY SO CUTE bless you 🤧

quit it or I’ll bite you by @jjungkookislife this promt game drabble wriiten is again SO SO SO CUTE thank you for writing this. I’ll just tell you to checkout their whole masterlist which is home to rumor has it JJSJSJJ 👅

smother by @namjoonchronicles anissa’s works have helped me get through a few of my life’s situations. So many things from her fics are etched and tattooed in my brain like this one: “When your energy isn’t matched, you learn to walk away and find the ones who does’ I JUST LOVE how I can navigate life with her fics ✨

rental by @moononthejoon I loved this! can i please get a tae who’ll lead me to joon? the concept of renting a boyfriend and I like how the story kept a good pace even if was them visiting relatives Joon is endearing here I LOVED THIS!! I’m also excited for the podcast 🥺

feverish by @jintobean firefighter oc oooof YES please THE SMUT JUST THREW ME OFF so well written again im sorry im running out of words here but like I LOVED READING THIS FIC hamadryad namjoon’s characterisation easily 213232/10. 

you set my heart on fire by @hayjeon on​ yes my heart, my mind, my soul was set on fire. HAY I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS this fic makes me so deliriously happy and excited and it’s so fulfilling reading a fic with so many elements and such depth and color to character. read my essay here

roses and thorns by @minniepetals dragon!au this is wholesome i love your writing and I love how the fic came together. it was very soothing at so many parts and i loved the way you write THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS

rain, forever by @jooneggs there was a comment from someone on the fic so imma just quote it: “Heavy angst is always appreciated. But such beautifully written angst is truly worshipped.” THIS FIC IS ART SO SO BEAUTIFUL. this fic is an experience to be experienced. ☁️☁️

Snuggle with namjoon by @joonsrack OH MY GOD I AM JELLY AND SO SO SOFT PLEASE I LOVE DRABBLES AND THIS IS EASILY MY FAVOURITE JOON DEF THE KIND OF GUY TO KEEP 3729227 PILLOWS I CAN SEE IT 🥺🥰

Needless to Say by @namluve i found this fic 30mins ago and i read it twice already djfdjk SO SO GOOD OH LORD SASSY DOCTOR OC and SOFT MAFIA JOON *excited dance* I LOVE? Like this combo i love it so much? He’s so whipped I WANT TO MARRY JOON ALREADY😔😤😤

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i internally keep crying there aren’t enough wolf!joon fics but everytime i find one like this ITS SO GOOD so today I am here with all these:

Unspoken by @therealredraven PEAK WOLF NAMJOON FINESSE.  chefs kiss. I actually read this a while ago but forgot by who and i kept searching and finally found it a few days ago ooof I LOVE THISSSS also the way you write the words, it’s so beautifully like complex sorry if this doesn’t make any sense and thank you.

in heat by @seokoloqy  WOW WOW WOW WOW ANOTHER ABSOLUTE TREAT BLESS YOU THANK YOU for blessing me with this CHEFS KISS 👅🥰 the inimacy at end and again joon is endearing here 🥺

the heat of the moment  by @seokjinlovebug AGAIN ONE MORE YAY TOP NOTCH HIGHEST QUALITY FIC HQ SMUT sorry im such a lq reader with lq vocab MY SOUL ALMOST DEPARTED bless you thank you for this fic

namjoon fic recs

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SOCIAL DISTANCING READ

KEEPING ME SANE 

WEEKLY FIC PICK MAY 20

Hello! (I’m not sure but I think my ask got cut out in half) Can you please write a Namjoon Drabble where he is really really in love with kinda insecure reader, and one time a random man makes a random disrespectful/mean comment about her and Namjoon gets angry and really protective? He then would comfort or reassure her! Sorry this isn’t smutty, I just wanna read some fluffy domestic stuff so bad 🤣

It was probably the sixth time that week when he went to that library, the sixth book he read that week, the sixth bottle of orange juice he bought from the jukebox in the corner of the full of book shelfs room.

What was the reason of all of these? You. You were working there. You, the shy girl no one usually notices, with your cute and simple outfits, with your cute round glasses you used to wear when you were reading or typing on your white computer, you, the simple, yet so kind and heartful girl. You, his secret crush.

He first saw you when his friends took him in that library, weeks ago, because they were in urgent need for materials, for finishing a project for the Chemistry class with Miss Green. Namjoon had already finished his project, of course, he was such a smart and hard working boy, but there he was. Sitting at a table, in the quiet place, filled up with shelfs, the smell of ancient books and dust, watching their friends, murmuring, in what it looked like being a useless try of finding the right materials.

Namjoon was honestly asking himself what is he doing there. It was not like he wasn't a fan of libraries, or books, in fact, he was spending most of his time in the library from beside his block, but that day he really didn't want to be there, when he could do something else, like writing some lyrics he would lately put into a song, somehow.

Holding his notebook, full of random thoughts and some lyrics, he got up, ready to leave, but while he was careful to sneak out, without his friends noticing, he bumped into someone, his note book, flying from his hand, his nose being hitten by a forhead, almost making it bleed.

"I-I am so sorry!" You sttutered, half bending, into a bow, glasses falling from your face, right on top of his note book, making your cheeks heat up even more. Namjoon picked up your glasses, handing them to you, his heart beating faster when he catched a glimpse of your flushed face, a shiver running through his body, when your delicate fingers touched his.

You picked up his notebook, as well and gave it to him, eyes avoiding his. He wanted to thank you, but you turned around, heading to your desk, where you took a nouvel and started to read it.

That's exactly the book he finished reading today, in hope he would finally gather the courage to talk to you, that book looking like a good subject to start with, the other books he read that week following, moving his usual place from his usual library to this one, your work place. He didn't usually read romance or fantasy, but now, because that was your favourite type of books, he ended up accepting it. Taking his heart in his hands, he rose up from his seat, eyes fixed on your figure, who were busy talking to a costumer.

The library was empty, you two being the only three left. Namjoon sighed, ready to turn around and leave, calling it another day, when he heard you whimpering in pain. He turned around faster than ever, glare fixed on you and the man beside you, who was gripping your wrist tightly, pressing you harshly against a shelf, his figure covering yours, dangerously.

"Who are you trying to fool with your round glasses and grandma like outfits, huh? You are a whore, we all know that!" The man almost barcked in your way, making tears run down your cheeks. Namjoon fist colided with his jaw, making the man fall off of you, into the floor.

"What the- "

But Namjoon kicked him again, this time right into his nose, breaking it. "No one can touch her or talk to her like that!" He almost growled

"Do you understand, you piece of shit?!" He hissed, between greethed teeth, making the man curse, holding his bleeding nose and leaving the library, leaving you two alone.

Namjoon turned around, staring at you, concern ridden on his beautiful face, his heart breaking seeing your cheeks wet of tears. His hand moves its own way to your cheek and reaching for it, he wiped away the tears, making you slightly jump, staring at him.

Namjoon couldn't resist anymore and taking your wrist in his hand, gently, not like that guy, he pulled you to him, embracing you into a warm, bear hug, one of his big hands resting against your back, rubbing circles on it, the other one gently caressing your hair, keeping your face burried into his neck.

"Y/N... you are so gorgeous, so smart, so kind, so sweet, such a well educated girl, don't listen to that jerk. I know you probably don't know me, but I came here every day to see you. Wanted to talk to you the whole time... I really find you amazing, Y/N" he said, hugging your smaller frame closer and tighter to his firm chest.

"I actually didn't like these books, but they were your favourite ones, couldn't stop thinking about you, I literally like everything in you and I know you probably don't- ...."

"I like you too, Namjoon." You said, making him pause, his eyes widening in shook, causing you to let out a giggle who almost made him drop into his knees.

"I also spied you." You said, wrapping your arms around him, making his heart beats grow faster and a huge, bright smile to rise on his face.

Author's note: love, sorry for waiting that much! Hope you liked it!🥺

Hi! Can I request the FILTHIEST thing you can muster with namjoon? If there’s creampie and impreg kink I’ll be over the moon

This was one of the nights, when he came back home, after a long day of work and a full week wherein he wasn't home so much and didn't have much time to spend with you. He found you on your shared bed, laying on your tummy, earphones on your head, a book in your hands and a pillow between your thighs.

You were slightly grinding on it, maybe without even realising, the sight of your white silk panties and your innocent posture, making Namjoon's blood run through his cock, hardening it, causing it to twitch into his pants.

With slow steps, he made his way towards the bed and , with a move full of grace, he hovered on top of you, his crotch pressed on the curve of your ass, making you gasp, his face close to your ear, where he took off your earphones.

"I missed you, Y/N..." he whispered, placing a kiss on the side of your neck, before taking out the pillow in between your thick thighs, throwing it on the floor, making you stare back at him, your lips parting slightly, wanting to question him, causing him to smile softly and press his lips on yours.

"Hush, baby... continue reading." He said, making your cheeks heat up and turn your head towards the book, bitting your bottom lip in anticipation. "Good girl..." he muttered in your ear, nibbling slightly at she soft flesh, pulling it into his mouth with a tight suck, causing your breath to incrase.

With a slow move, where he brushed your clit slightly with the knuckles of his veiny hand, Namjoon, pushed your panties aside, his breath being caught in his throat, of the sight of your juicy cunt. Trailing his thumb up and down your folds, he was bitting his full bottom lip, watching the digit getting coaxed in your essence. As for you, you were trying to not make any sound, knowing very well he demanded you to keep reading your book. Making a sound and showing him you are not focused on your reading, but on this thumb running up and down your clit would only make your daddy stop.

"Good girl." He praised you omce more, pushing his veiny cock into you, down to base, taking you from behind, the new, but so well known feeling of you wrapped around him, making him moan in pleasure and for you to bite back your own whimper, holding tighter on your book. Getting his hands under your shoulders, he laid flat on your back, one of his hands wrapping firmly around your throat, squeezing it in an attempt of choking you , while two fingers of his other hand finding their way into your mouth.

Throwing your head back, like that and resting his chin on top of your head, Namjoon stared to thrust into you with force, fucking you rough, his cock roughly pushing between your walls, making your eyes grow wide. Ok, this was new...

"I. fucking. missed. you." he groaned, with hoarse voice, sending shivers down your spine, his hips meeting your ass while his cock was pushing further and further into you, bringing you close to your climax, faster than ever. You could tell her was close too, feeling his member pulsing inside of you.

"Gonna fill you up so well, my whore. Gonna give you all of my seeds and breed you like a kitten in heats. You would be so beautiful, with my cum leaking from your tight hole, wouldn't you, my princess?"he asked, a smirk playing on his lips seeing your face controlled in pleasure, getting red.

"Mgh...yeth, dadfy" you tried to talk, between the urge of holding back your moans and his fingers pressing on your tongue. The fact he was choking you didn't help either. He growled, hearing such a needy mess he transformed you into. "Pathetic little whore." he mumbled in your hair, pressing a kiss of top of your head, his hips pushing into you with short but deep moves, making you see stars, the orgasm washing over you hard, making you drop your book and hold into his strong arms, a loud moan leaving your throat, the pleasure causing your walls to spasm around his cock, squeezing it so tight,

making him give you a beautiful creampie.

Author's note: sorry for waiting that much, annonnieeee!!!🥺💕I hope I fullfilled your fantasy ^^

Namjoon 👁️👄👁️ 😊😙 This is exactly how I wish to spend my Sunday Mornings with my partner , at all times ! It's such a soft piece of literature that flows with love , care and passion 😍😍🤗🤗

sunday morning | knj

PAIRING namjoon x reader

RATING explicit

GENRE smut, fluff, grad school au

WC 3K 

SUMMARY There’s so much to get done, and yet Namjoon can come up with at least three reasons why you should stay in bed just a little bit longer. 

WARNINGS oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, morning sex, creampie, pride and prejudice in inappropriate situations 

AN: None of this is edited but I wanted to show my thanks for my most recent milestone in more than just saying thanks. 1 million bazillion thanks to @propinqxity​ who inspired this. I didn’t think it would spiral out like this and yet Kharli always manages to add a little magic to everything she touches. 

SUNDAY MORNING

On the other side of your bedroom door waits the world. The essential elixir: Coffee. Your favorite meal: breakfast. The best place in the world: the huge bay window that looks over the city. And, of course, the stack of five books you’re supposed to finish by the end of the week. You’re barely awake but you wince as the weight of the rest of the day settles on your shoulders. So much to do, so much to—

“Stop it,” a gruff voice grunts from the other side of the bed. You hadn’t realized he was awake.

“What?”

“I can hear you thinking.”

“Huh?”

“About everything you have to do today.” What the hell. Your back is facing him, and somehow still he can read you like the back of his hand, probably even with his eyes closed.

You roll over on your side hoping to catch him unawares, but he’s already looking at you. Those deep dark eyes, crinkled into a sleepy smile.

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Hello love, i want to request namjoon drabble.. 'He always forgets date night' and yn getting tired about it 🍭🍭

Supposedly Necessary Disclaimer: The above gif was made and edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use this gif however you want, just please give me credit for the edit. I made it from the commercial BTS did for the LG G7 Thinq phone, all credit to them and BigHit.

Well hello love! Okay, so your request didn’t ask for fluff, angst, or smut so I kinda took some liberties with it? Haven’t written smut in a while, so I put some of that in. Don’t worry, it’s hella light… However. If anyone wants a part two with full-on, delicious, downright dirty smut, I will gladly write one 😈 Hell, I might just write one anyways, ‘cause sex with Joon is *chef’s kiss* especially in this kind of scenario 😉 I always imagine him as a sweetly passionate lover. Anyways, hope you like kutie anon! 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+ (When I say “recommendation,” I mean hard-and-fast rule, especially for one-shots like this one)

Warnings: You being all pissy, some angst, some sweet fluff, hecka light smut like nothing more than you’d see or hear about in a PG-13 movie, making out, Joon’s delicious lips, mentions of lingerie. SWEARS (duh).

Word Count: 1,124

“The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long.” ~ Lao Tzu 

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Red Flame (Namjoon Drabble, Light Smut, Bit ‘O Angst, Bit O’ Fluff) Part One

You sat on the couch, your arms folded, your lips tightened in a pout. He forgot. Again. You were so tired of this. You knew your boyfriend was a famous idol, but the production of this latest album was slowly draining your relationship from a roaring wave of passion and love to a trickle of anger and disappointment.

Really though, you weren’t asking for much. Just for him to be home in time for a nicely cooked dinner that you made from scratch and some long-overdue romance. You even put on a cute little dress for him, hoping to drive him crazy enough to realize what he was missing. That, however, was nothing compared to the red-hot ensemble you had underneath the dress.

You sighed and stood up, blowing out the candles that were already melted to stubs. You put the leftovers of the meal you made into containers and put those in the fridge. The silence coming from your bedroom mocked you as you walked into it. You were just about to unzip and toss away your dress when you heard the front door open.

“Baby girl?” his voice called out.

You turned, anger setting in. Oh hell no. He doesn’t get to “baby girl” you after completely forgetting date night.

The sounds of your bare feet coming down the hall sounded like a death march to Namjoon. He knew he screwed up. Yoongi had kept him in the studio to hash out the lyrics for their final track, making him totally lose track of time. Luckily, Namjoon had thoughtfully picked up a bouquet of red roses on his way home in an effort to try and make up for what he did.

The roses did give you pause, and you almost smiled as he offered them to you, one side of his mouth turned up. Could you really be mad at that cute face, especially when he brought you flowers? When he looked like a total snacc in that blue button-up paired with tight jeans? When his dark hair was parted just enough to expose the golden skin of his forehead?

You shook your head slightly and set your frown like cement. Hell yes you could be mad, and this time, you were determined to let him have it.

“Why are you late?” you snapped.

Namjoon winced at your harsh tone. “I’m so sorry, baby girl, I was in the studio with Yoongi and we–”

“I don’t care.” You cut him off.

He rolled his eyes, fanning the flame of your anger into a full-out fire. “Baby, you just asked me why I was late. Don’t cut me off when I’m answering your question.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you retorted. “Especially after you forgot date night again.”

“I didn’t forget, I’m just late.”

“As if that’s any better!”

Your voice rose and Namjoon held his hands up. “Enough,” he said calmly. His placid tone only served to infuriate you more.

“No it is not enough!” you growled. “I’m sick of this, Joon! I planned out dinner, I made it all myself, took hours to do so, the least you could do is–”

He cut you off by rushing towards you, smothering your lips with his as his large hands grasped either side of your face. You grunted in surprise, your eyes wide, before you melted like wax into the kiss.

Your lips broke apart, and before you could meld them back together, Joon whispered, “I’m really sorry, baby,” and began kissing down your jaw. Your anger fettered out like a flame that had no more wick left to burn as his lips moved to your neck, feathery light yet hard at the same time.

“God I love you,” he murmured and kissed back up to your lips. This time, the kiss he gave you was less sweet and more spice. He roughly pushed his mouth around yours, hungrily devouring you. This. This is what you had been waiting for all day. No, all week. Hell, all month. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, making you gasp and allow it to slip in and tangle with yours.

He groaned and walked you backwards to the couch, holding you steady as you both collapsed on it, mouths and tongues still mingled together. Joon separated himself from you with a groan, kneeling in between your legs as he slid to the ground. “I know I screwed up,” he murmured, touching your face and stroking a thumb across your cheek.

His dark eyes bore into yours, filled to the brim with lust and love. “But I want you to know how much I appreciate your effort, baby. You did all this for me, you wore this dress…” he tapered off with a growl, smoothing his hands down your hips and thighs, intermittently squeezing. “For me.”

“Then why let it all go to waste?” you whispered. Despite the heat wave covering your entire body, you were still disappointed. This night had definitely not gone the way you wanted it to.

Namjoon gave you a smile. “It’s not going to waste, baby. We can still make tonight a good one. And I promise you, on pain of death, I will do everything I can to make it on time next time.”

“What if there’s not a next time?” you said, only half-teasing. You kind of meant it. If he wasn’t going to show up for date night, then why put in any effort at all?”

“Oh, baby girl… After I make this up to you, you’ll want a next time for sure.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Joon caught his lower lip between his teeth, slowly releasing it. You stared at the reddening flesh. “It is definitely so,” he said, his voice husky and deep.

You gave in, completely succumbing, realizing no matter what you did or how mad you were, that flame of anger would always burn out only to be replaced by a tidal wave of passion. That’s how it always was with Namjoon. You never had prolonged arguments, because the second he did something wrong, he owned up to it and made it up to you tenfold. Usually in a sexual way, but hell, you weren’t complaining.

Namjoon kissed you for a while longer before scooping you up, causing you to let out a shriek. “Don’t worry, baby girl,” he said, tossing you on your bed and clambering over you. “I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll forget all about how mad you were.”

You bit your lip, anticipation rising inside of you, making you clench your thighs together and your cheeks flush. Namjoon may not be the absolute perfect boyfriend… not even close. But he was perfect for you.

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Again, if anyone wants a part two, please let me know! Hope you enjoyed 💜

Namjoon’s cute attempt to confess

Namjoon fluff x reader

Warnings: None

Genre: fluff

Summary: Even if you were awkward, Joon luckily knew exactly how to strike a conversation with you. But, your feelings for each other were undeniable and conversation wasn't always necessary to happen, if you know what I mean.

Word count: 697

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Sitting on the couch next to Joon could calm anyone down.

This man’s aura is something else. This man can solve all your problems. This man… UGH HE’S JUST SO PERFECT AND I HAVE THE MOST STUPID CRUSH ON HIM!

Sitting on the couch next to Joon is fun even if you’re not doing anything. 

At the moment we were watching a movie, which is technically doing something, even though we didn’t speak at all.

He looked so interested in watching this movie. It’s a damn Harry Potter movie and he fucking acted like he’s never seen it before. We’ve watched this movie together around 5 times, exactly because it’s my favorite one. I mean the ‘Sectumsempra’ scene with Drako got me in tears the first time. And when Harry said to Snape “I trusted you” in that pained voice… wow I felt that. But seriously why did he have to act so surprised?

The movie was finally over. I had been dying too pee, but didn’t want to leave Joon’s warm presence. Well it was just his arm around my shoulder but still, for me it was a big step.

I was never good at initiating things and always made myself look dumb in front of my crushes. I’ve gotten in relationships before and I swear and I don’t know how this miracle happened, but I knew for a fact that I had no chance with him.

I went back to the living room, Joon was still were I left him.  He gave me a small smile as I sat down next to him, awkwardly sitting inches away from where I was creating a small distance between us. Stupid me should have been more brave.

“So… what should we do?” I asked

“Um if we start another movie, it will end late and you have work tomorrow. You have to get more sleep and wake early.” He reminded. Man fuck Thursdays. (I tried to write it 3 times my brain stopped working and I wrote Thrustdays and thurstdays)

“Right…” I trailed off.

“We could just, sit here and talk.” Namjoon offered.

“Yeah” I once again trailed off. Why the hell am I so awkward?

Luckily this perfect man (that performance will be the death of me) next to me started a conversation.

One hour passed, two hours almost passed. The lights were still dim, as the both of us were bored and didn’t want to get up and turn on the light. DIM THE LIGHTS NOW BABE(in out in out in out)

We were laughing about a thing, I don’t even remember what it was.

I rested my head on his shoulder trying to stop laughing.

As I raised my head, our eyes locked and I had to force myself to keep the eye contact and not look away blushing. I failed terribly.

The smile left Namjoon’s face, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer. He tapped under my chin, to make me look at him.

He pressed his forehead against mine and nuzzled his nose with mine.  I almost fainted. I know where this is going and I’m not ready.

But I was late. His face moved lower and he pressed his lips against mine.

I could practically hear my heart skip a beat. (Listen to my heart beat. it’s beating for you (BEAT!) 2pm- Heartbeat)

Our lips moved against each other’s. I wanted to remember this moment. It was my first kiss with Joon. It was way better than any other kiss.

He placed his hand behind my neck, deepening the kiss and I shyly put my hand on his cheek.

My back was now against the couch and he had turned his body almost hovering over me.

We only pulled back to breath. We didn’t want to stop. It was obvious to the both of us that we wanted this for so long.

When we finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against mine, panting.  He took my hand in his, interlocking our fingers.

“I’ve liked you for so long.” His voice sent shivers down my spine

“So did I, Joonie” He smiled at the nickname and gave me another peck before pulling me closer. 

It was later than what I was expecting, when I reached home. Joon gave me a small goodbye kiss and went back to his house.

I’m sure I’ll not get any sleep tonight.

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I love making puns in the things I write, but sometimes they kill the mood a bit, aye?

moonlight // knj

I’m sorry baby I’m just really hot…

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: one shot, slight angst, fluff, growing tension, boyfriend material, extreme smut, desperation, succubus intentions…

word count: 5k+ (sorry)

warnings: mentions of mature topics, spit, namjoon driving lmao, thigh humping bcs desperate, throat goat, dom!sub, dom rm!sub reader, alcohol consumption, probably a good amount of swearing, post-gym namjoon, grocery store activities, slight car play, teasing, oral, summer night, riding, overstimulation, a little masochism

summary: namjoon promised to go to the grocery store with you after the gym (extended ending on ao3)

note: just had what cody ko and noel would call a “power thought.” I literally just had a spark of inspiration bcs it’s really hot in the south right now and Namjoon’s vogue cover is to die for. enjoy and feel free to check out any of my playlists while reading. Sorry for any little mistakes. gonna make a tag list after I post 10 works! -ash (wrote this draft a few months ago so it might be slightly more extreme than expected.)

My reflection stared back at me, tracing the movement of the cloth against my skin. The long slit of the black fabric starts by the left knee and leaves an opening at the bottom of the dress. My manicured feet sat firmly against the hardwood bedroom floor, grounding me away from my persistent thoughts. I grabbed my sunglasses from the stand mounted on the cream walls and turned swiftly on my heels. Abandoning the mirror with a grimace on my face.

I loved this dress very much, the long sleeves light and airy protecting me from the harsh summer rays. The way it hugs my figure is like someone familiar. The same someone that bought this dress for me. He crossed my mind once more sending another surge of anger through me.

Namjoon promised to come along to the grocery store with me today but he’s been at the gym for almost 2 hours now. He said he’d only be gone an hour but an hour quickly turned to two, now I’m dressed and past ready to go. I hated going to crowded stores, at this rate we’ll never beat the after-work rush.

I sat on the bed putting on my anklet he gifted me for our 3 year anniversary. Yet another gift that I’m wearing today, being spoiled ruining my plans of holding a grudge tonight on our date. I slipped on some black socks and made my way towards the door. Listening as the front door swings open with a beep of the automatic keypad.

I excitedly descend the stairs, my black dress sweeping the floor behind me beautifully like a wedding gown flowing in the summer breeze. The second step I’ve already failed at trying to be mad at him.

“Baby! Where you at?” He says deep voice roaring through our apartment. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs almost running into his chest. He smiled at me taking in all of my body, returning to my eyes after his brief but thorough inspection.

“Right here NAMjoon,” I stated putting extra emphasis on his surname. I watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath, his skin glistened with sweat. Tan skin accentuating his muscular frame, my mouth parted slightly at the sight. He looked heavenly I almost lost my composure.

“I’m sorry I took so long Y/N my trainer wouldn’t let me leave until the workout was complete,” he said walking towards me. Smirking at the way my eyes followed his every movement.

“You look so gorgeous Princess, this dress is perfect for you,” he said pulling me into a tight embrace. Grabbing a handful of my ass as he reached over to rest his chin on my shoulder. I yelp in surprise at the sudden groping, melting into his body and giving up on being angry. I wanted to take him right now but first, we need food or we’ll be eating out for another week before we have time to shop again.

“Whatever Joon go shower we have to leave as soon as possible and you’re stinky,” I said pulling away from him and then standing on my tippy toes to kiss him quickly. He kissed me back beginning to deepen it before I push him away again. I give him a knowing look and bid him goodbye as I walk to the kitchen to make him a snack to eat in the car. The store was about a 25 minute drive from us but it was worth it for the produce.

I grab a few ingredients from the fridge to make him a nice sandwich with an everything bagel. I prepared everything quickly and put it in a small ziplock bag next to my purse. I heard Namjoon exiting our bedroom 15 minutes later, humming a sweet tune in his beautiful vibrato.

“Come on babe I already have the car warming up,” he said grabbing my hand and lightly pulling me next to him. He’s wearing a light brown shirt with a pair of distressed blue jeans. Looking as handsome as always I drink in his appearance for eternity. We walked to the elevator quietly, Namjoon tapping away on his phone until the elevator doors opened to be let us out.

As we walk towards our car I begin to sweat a little, the setting Sun still scorching my skin like its’ noonday twin. I started to speed up a little pulling Namjoon along so I could feel the relief of the A/C sooner than later. He swung the door open for me making sure my dress wasn’t in the way before shutting the door.

Namjoon jumps in quickly closing the door before the heat could penetrate the closed air. It still wasn’t cool enough in here, with the sun beaming directly on our vehicle the A/C felt like lukewarm hell. I let down the window hastily fanning myself as we pulled out of the parking lot.

After I few minutes of fanning and desperation, I looked over and behold a sight that would make any woman yearn in an instant. A head of sweat moved swiftly down the expanse of Namjoons golden jaw. Resting at the base before dropping down onto his slightly exposed shoulder. His lips rose colored from his unconscious biting. I wanted to reach over and swallow him whole, I crave him so bad I can’t help but squeeze my legs together at the thought.

I was so caught up in my sinful thoughts I didn’t notice him glance over at me. A twinkle in his eye set off the indication of a torturous idea. Namjoon placed his large hand on my thigh, causing me to tense up instantly. Before I could utter a word he reached over my leg and grabbed his sandwich from my lap.

His smile turning into a stifled laugh as he continued to stare straight ahead. I must have let out the small noise I was holding in because he seemed to know exactly what would tick me off right now. I turned my attention towards the windshield trying to focus on the passing cars and people watching. Then an idea popped into my head.

I pull out my phone and open the group chat I have with our 6 best friends. I stop and think of what to type before another brilliant idea is brought to me. I pose provocatively making sure my cleavage was “present,” in my photo. I took a couple of pictures, some with sunglasses and some staring at Namjoon. He patiently drove, oblivious to my sly intentions. He hummed along to one of his favorite songs looking over at me to shoot me a wink.

I giggled and looked away almost feeling bad for what I’m going to do. Yet not bad enough because I went ahead and sent the photos with a message. “Should I post these on my close friends? I don’t know if I look good enough today…” I said ending with a sad face. It didn’t take long for our phones to simultaneously vibrate. Secretly glancing over at Namjoon, I unlock my phone knowing he can’t check his until we’re in the lot.

Hobi ddaeng: You look great !! Of course, you should post it, Namjoon talk some sense into her.

Me: He’s driving right now. I didn’t ask for his opinion yet I want to hear you guys first :)

Park Chanel: ooooh…I see…

Park Chanel: If you don’t post the pictures I will! Wow wow you look beautiful. Nice..dress and necklace.

I looked down at my neck realizing I didn’t wear a necklace today. Oh Jimin you’re evil Namjoon is going to kill me and you. I laughed a little at his crude behavior and read the next incoming message.

Yoongi: You’re gonna get hit Jimin *laughing emojis*

Me: mmm just because you guys said so I will post it hehe

Before I could read the next response I felt the car shake as we pulled into the grocery store parking lot. I quickly went on my sns and posted two of the pictures on my close friends. Picking the two the boys liked the most. I was starting to get nervous, I know how possessive he is with me and I’m the same but I want revenge for making me frustrated.

Namjoon pulls into an open parking spot almost near the front of the bustling building. I take off my seatbelt with a click grabbing my purse from my lap and swinging the door open. I wanted to beat Namjoon inside before he could read the texts and catch me. As I hurriedly closed the door I saw him reading the messages, jaw tensing with rage.

I hear him call my name from the car and a slam of a car door followed behind the sound of his sexy voice. His long legs easily closing the space between us as he grabbed my hand, squeezing it while looking at me. I put my shades on ignoring his questions. Stroking the back of his hand as I never break eye contact with the automatic sliding doors.

“Can you get us a cart pet?” I froze at the nickname. He knows what he’s doing, and I don’t plan on breaking that fast. I let go of his hand briefly going to grab the first cart I saw. Cleaning the handle before strutting back over to my boyfriend as he eyed me intensely.

I let him grab the cart from me but not before pulling him down to whisper in his ear. “Anything for you Daddy..” I say in a hushed tone. Making sure to leave a kiss on his sensitive earlobe as I pull away.

I walk forward trying not to laugh at the silly nickname I used to get him riled up. He trailed behind me, failing to hide his blatant staring at my ass. We make our way down the aisles trying to speed up the process as people begin piling into the store.

“Joonie baby I can’t reach this,” I said struggling to reach the box of goldfish on the top shelf. He moved over to me in a flash, pressing his front flush against my back. I heard his breathing stop as I purposely pushed my ass against him.

“This one, this one, this one, or this one…” He trailed off purposely picking the wrong boxes to tease me. He finally grabbed the correct item and tossed it in the cart. Walking away as if he didn’t leave me speechless and flustered on the cracker aisle.

I follow him to the snack aisle after grabbing a few bottles of wine and champagne for our date tonight. The empty aisle presents another opportunity for me to assert my dominance. I walk over to the chips looking at them inquisitively as if I’m mocking a character.

“Honey do you want this kind or this kind?” I said while bending over. Making sure to sway slowly as I wait for an answer. “Babe? Which-“ I was cut short as a hand firmly grabbed my ass causing me to yelp in surprise and sit up straight.

“I want this one right here,” he growled in my ear. I turned around and looked at him, watching his eyes darken with hunger. “Let’s get outta here yeah?” He questioned looking into my eyes. I nodded furiously ready to exit this hell and get home to what’s waiting.

We race to the self-checkout line, scanning and bagging groceries like a 5000-dollar prize is awaiting the winner. Namjoon grabbed my hand after he paid and pulled me along with him as he pushed the basket with his other hand. He was so warm, skin clear and kissable. I wanted to pull him aside and cover him in kisses, not caring about the people around us.

Namjoon unlocks the car as we stop beside it. I move to walk around the cart but he stops me in my tracks. “Let me help you get the groceries in the car love,” I say looking confused at his sudden maneuver.

Unexpectedly, he opened the car door and motioned for me to get inside. I insisted again that I help but he gave me a look that I know better than to disobey. I got inside praying I didn’t anger him too much. I set myself up for this one, didn’t I? It’ll be worth it in the end right? Maybe I went a little too far with the texts but I can’t help but shiver with anticipation. I pull out my phone to text Jimin about my bad decisions.

Me: I think I fucked up lol

Park Chanel: you’re welcome ;)

Namjoon slams the trunk shut causing me to jump in surprise. I close my phone sitting it in the cup holder beside me. He gets in the car, jaw still tense as he turns the key in the ignition. I thought about breaking the silence but the tension was so thick a knife would recoil at the slight pressure of penetration. Namjoon puts on his seatbelt then proceeds to look at me.

“ I don’t want to hear another peep from you Y/N..” he starts lowly not breaking eye contact for a second. “You’ve done enough for tonight, if you do anything stupid I swear I will pull the car over and take you on the side of the road. I promise you wouldn’t want that.” He deadpans and looks away from me, pulling out of the parking spot. I utter a soft okay and prepare to behave the rest of the way home.

I slide my palm over to his free hand resting on his thigh. I stare firmly at him, giving my best puppy eyes in return. He doesn’t look away from the road but I watch as his lip twitches into a small smile. He grabs my hand, rubbing his large thumb over the back of my hand. In love can’t begin to describe how I truly feel about this man.

I laugh as he tries to sing along to Smoke Sprite, raspy voice blending well with Soyoon. I rap along to his part of the song, stealing the spotlight and making him bop his head in excitement. The song finishes and we’re about 10 minutes from our place. I check my phone and see a text from our group chat, making the recent grocery store escapades flash through my mind. I want him to touch me again, I like it when he’s desperate and needy for me.

Another terrible idea floods my brain accompanied by a mound of outcomes. I suddenly let go of Namjoons hand causing him to spare me a confused expression. A smile graced my face as I turned my body forward, grabbing the slit of my dress and opening it over my legs. I let my left hand run down the front of my dress, stopping at my panties hesitating even.

I slide my hand under the fabric immediately coming in contact with the soft skin. I dip my fingers and get to work. I began letting out dramatized moans and grunts. I moan Namjoon's name and furiously let my hand lose control. I looked over and saw Namjoon gripping the steering wheel in frustration. Sweat adorned his angelic face, veins prominent in his hands. I let this go on until we reached the last stop light near our apartment building. I sat up and closed my legs acting like I didn’t just masturbate next to my boyfriend in a moving car.

We pull into the lot entering our designated spot. Namjoon quietly turned off the engine and released a sigh that he seemed to have been holding in. He looks absolutely pissed and it’s so sexy. His erratic breathing only made me wetter by the second.

“You’re going to follow my instructions carefully. I don’t want to hear a word from you or tonight will be your worst fucking nightmare got it?” He questioned angrily letting his eyes trail over my body once more. I nodded too scared to move an inch more.

“Go upstairs, get undressed, wait in the middle of the bed. If you’re not in that spot when I come up there in 15 minutes, you better pray you can stop time.” He seethes hotly. “Yes sir,” I say scared and ready for more. He gets out of the car walks around and opens my door. He grabs my purse from my lap holding eye contact, his brown almond eyes dark and predatory.

“Go.” He states motioning for me to exit the vehicle. I get out swiftly, grabbing my purse from his hand and sprinting towards the entrance of the building. The elevator took an eternity to bring me to our floor. I ran to the door and shakily put in the passcode, messing up a few times before it finally let me in.

My shoes are off in a flash, I leave my purse by the door as well abandoning my shades on the counter as I run past to the stairs. I burst into our room, slipping my dress off. Almost fell as I grabbed my silk lavender robe hanging on the wall. I threw it on and climbed onto the bed. My anklet glowed in the natural light seeping through the parted curtains. The front door swung open slamming against the wall.

I heard shuffling, cabinets opening and closing for 10 more minutes before his heavy footsteps echoed through our hallway. He walked into the room eyeing me before raising an eyebrow. I started to sweat nervously hoping I did what I was told.

“Who told you to put on your robe Y/N?” He questioned in amusement. He slowly walked over to me, grabbing each side of the robe and ripping it open. He discarded it onto the floor and stalked around the bed, he stood at the front motionless. “On your knees in front of me, now.” He said and I immediately left the bed. I swung my legs over the side and dropped to my knees.

Namjoon watched me through lidded eyes as I crawled over to him on my knees, stopping directly in front of his growing bulge. I was quick to unlatch the hook of his buckle, the metal of the belt clinging as it hit the hardwood floors.

“I’ll excuse the robe mishap since you’re so eager to taste me doll face,” he said reaching down to grab my chin. A loud moan echoed through the room as he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. He looked down at me, motioning his head back as if telling me to open up. I did as I was told and watched as he spit in my mouth and closed it back. He pulled his pants down and kicked them to the side.

“Good girl, now eat.” He said intensely. He hummed in satisfaction, eyes never leaving the way I wrapped my fingers around his cock and finally engulfed his length into the warmth of my mouth. I took him in slowly inch by inch, his girth heavy against my tongue as I extended my jaw wider and wider. I choked a little as he hit the back of my throat.

“You look so fucking gorgeous with your lips wrapped around me, pet,” his fingers tightened into my hair, his gaze stoic and heavy on me. Pet. The pet name earned a moan from me as I began a steady rhythm of sucking. My fingers were coated in a thick layer of saliva, Namjoon’s cock easily sliding against my pressured grip as my cheeks hollowed, jaw growing sore from my strenuous movements.

He groaned loudly, fucking my throat faster until I could no longer take it. I let my jaw go slack so he could use me as his personal toy. He grabbed my face and fucked it harder until I was seeing stars. A beautiful repetition of my name strung from his tongue, stilling as he came into my mouth. I happily swallowed every drop, coughing around his cock one last time, sending a shiver through his body.

“Good job, get on the bed I want to taste you. I can see you dripping on the floor,” he smirks as he picks me up and helps me onto the bed. He walks around and gets in the middle of the bed, watching me as I sit patiently waiting for instructions.

“Come here baby, sit on my face,” he motioned for me to come to him. I slowly crawled towards him, bracing myself on his lap. He kissed me roughly, tasting himself on my tongue, running his hand down to play with my chest. Nipples sensitive to the touch, he pulls away from me, taking my right breast in his mouth. Sucking and nibbling on me, teasing me. He pulled off with a pop, scooting further down the bed and then lifting me so I could move towards his face.

I place my hands on the headboard hovering over his face in anticipation. He suddenly grabs my thighs and pulls me down onto him. I scream out in pleasure as he dives into my center. Feverishly lapping his tongue at my pussy like it’s the last time he’ll have me. His moans send intense vibrations through my body, making me scream his name. We’ll have a noise complaint tomorrow.

I felt my orgasm coming on, riding his tongue until my legs were sore. He let go of my left thigh to slap my ass hard, signaling me to cum on his tongue. I came with a loud groan of his name. Shaking and twitching as I came down from my high.

Namjoon grabbed my hips, gently guiding me down to his lap. His face was covered in my essence, from nose to chin, he glistened like an Angel. He smiled and rubbed circles on my tummy as he watched me shake.

“Don’t think we’re done darling, I’m not finished until I see my cum dripping down your pretty legs.” He gave me one last smile before his eyes darkened once more. He grabbed my hips and lifted me slightly, sticking his girth fully inside me. I sank slowly, letting him fill me to the brim. Tears streamed down my cheeks loving the painful stretch in my core.

“Ride me until I say stop.” He deadpanned motioning for me to move or else. I started to ride him painfully slow, not being able to take much more. This was my opportunity to finally seize control. I picked up the pace, rhythmic grunts and sounds of skin slapping filled the room. I put my hands on his chest and let my hips do the talking.

I ground down harder, spelling his name with every swift motion of my hips. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, indicating he was close already. Now that I have control I’m going to make him feel everything he did to me. I moved faster, causing the bed to shake and tremble with every shout of his name.

He grabbed my hips trying to make me slow down but I only grind down harder. Clenching and tightening around him to send me him over the edge. I watched as his orgasm roared through him, eyes rolling to the back of his head. I kept moving, milking everything from him. Getting closer to my orgasm, I let myself go with one last yell of his name.

Squeezing my eyes shut as I finally stilled. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, the bed creaking as I rolled off of him. Shivering as the empty feeling overtakes me when he’s not inside of me. “I hope I didn’t get too carried away,” I started while looking over at my completely wrecked boyfriend.

“That was perfect.” He said smiling over at me. He slowly stood up, going to our bathroom to retrieve a towel. He returned momentarily, cleaning me off and then cleaning himself. Throwing the towel in the hamper against the wall. I was so exhausted I could barely move. I got under our giant duvet, getting comfortable fairly quickly.

Namjoon glanced at me, nestled under the warm blankets, my eyes getting heavy with exhaustion. He promised me a special date night and he was determined to make it happen, even if he just put me to sleep. With a gentle smile, his aftercare continued.

“Hey, babe,” he whispered softly, brushing a strand of loose hair from my face. “I know you’re tired but I don’t want our date night to go to waste.”

I yawned in response and mumbled sleepily, “Joonie I’m so comfy right here.” Earning a chuckle from him, my reluctance seeped through the atmosphere. “I know, but trust me, you won’t regret it. I’ve got something in the living room set up for us.”

That caused me to sit up, curiosity overcoming my fatigue. “Oh? What is it?” I said carefully. “It’s a surprise, but I promise it’ll be worth it.” He said leaning in to plant a kiss on my forehead.

With his gentle encouragement, I reluctantly pushed the covers aside and allowed Namjoon to help me out of bed. He passed me the discarded robe and my slippers, and together we made our way to the living room.

Where soft candlelight flickered with a movie on the screen waiting to be played. As I settled onto the couch I couldn’t help but smile at the effort Namjoon had put into creating this romantic haven. A charcuterie board with our favorite snacks and 2 bottles of the wine we purchased earlier were on the coffee table.

Namjoon plopped down beside me, taking my hand in his. “See princess? Our date night in the living room isn’t so bad, is it?” He said grinning like he won the lottery. My fatigue began to dissipate as I basked in the warmth of Namjoon's love and effort. “Not bad at all,” I said, feeling grateful for his consistency and thoughtfulness.

“Let’s start the movie I’m so excited!” I exclaimed pumping my fist in the air embarrassingly hard. Namjoon laughed and mimicked me, making me laugh even harder than before. The first half of the movie went by as we stuffed our faces with food and downed wine like it was our last supper. I was starting to feel tipsy and before I knew it my thoughts started wandering again.

“Mmm, these snacks are-“ Namjoon started as he reached for the charcuterie board. I interrupted his thought by grabbing his hand. Namjoon looked at me puzzled, “huh?” He says in surprise. I move closer and settle onto his lap. “I want to be closer to you,” I said, hands resting on his toned chest.

Namjoon blinked at me, a tipsy smile forming on his lips, “Well I can’t argue with that pet.” I look into his eyes exploring the galaxies I can reach within them. “You know, I love nights like these, just you and me, a movie, some wine…” I rambled to him.

“Yeah, me too. It’s moments like this when I realize how lucky I am to have you in my life baby.” He said while lost in my eyes. Searching for something, something that he knows I have. I leaned in slowly, our lips almost touching, “I love you Namjoon.” I kissed him before he could respond. Feeling his emotions spill into our kiss. He pulled us apart gently, rubbing his hand on my cheek. “I love you too Y/N.”

He grabbed my face and captured my lips again. A thief that could do no wrong in my eyes, I deepened the kiss craving more of him. Needing to feel something more. I slowly began moving my hips on his thigh, grinding down onto the exposed skin, earning a guttural groan from his throat.

His hands moved down the side of my body, exploring every curve, touching every mark he left on me this evening. He landed on my hips, guiding me to my last orgasm with his strong hands. The air was hot once more, soft moans and sweet nothings penetrated the quiet.

The movie is long forgotten, the candlelight coating the walls in a beautiful golden glow. I felt my orgasm building quickly, still sensitive from the earlier assault on my clit. Namjoon began bouncing his leg, adding more pressure on my center, and sending me over the edge.

I kiss him one last time before I fall fast asleep on him.

The end.

Valentine // knj

I blinked and suddenly I had a valentine…♪

pairing: dom!rm x f!reader

genre: sfw, fluff, drabble

word count: 0.7k

warnings: fluff if you hate fluff

note: Have a lovely Valentine’s Day darlings ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ -dubu♡

“Y/N,” you stirred slowly in your bed, turning over to fall back into deep rem. “Baby, wake up.” You felt two large hands grip your hips, softly urging you to roll over onto your back. You groaned into your pillow, begrudgingly moving to face the culprit.

“Hmmm,” you hummed rubbing your eyes aggressively, letting them adjust to the streams of sunlight penetrating your shared bedroom.

“Surprise!!” A beaming Namjoon said happily. He stood beside you holding a tray of assorted fruit and a coffee, surprisingly making it to your room without spilling anything.

You noticed the pink heart shaped balloon tied to the handle of the brown serving tray. Giggling as you finally found yourself fully conscious. You lifted your arms from under your weighted comforter, stretching them wildly before reaching towards your lover.

Namjoon sat the tray on your bedside table, sitting comfortably next to your waiting frame. You sat up giddily wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. He reciprocated contently squeezing your body against his. He pulled away attacking your face with a bundle of feather-light kisses.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you muttered your voice still groggy with sleep.

“And happy anniversary my love,” he said warmly. You smiled at the not so distant memory of Namjoon asking to be your boyfriend last year. An easy yes for any sane suitor of such a golden man.

“So lame,” you teased poking his dimples. He feigned hurt placing a hand over his chest in shock. Pinning you to the bed suddenly, he smiled as you let out a huff.

“But you love it,” he said leaning down to plant a trail of kissing down your neck. You relished in the feeling of his lips, sighing when he left a lingering kiss on your collarbone.

“Hey, at least let me have breakfast first” you whined, trying to wiggle your way from under your boyfriend. He laughed at your foiled attempts to escape before letting you go.

“I’ll go wash up,” you said grabbing a strawberry from a plate on the tray. Turning to Namjoon and feeding him one. He pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand, exiting the room swiftly.

Your feet padded softly on the carpet as you walked into your bathroom. Not expecting to see a gift basket of new toiletries waiting for you atop the counter. You squealed seeing the cutely decorated items.

You felt beyond lucky to have someone as thoughtful as Joon. He regularly made you feel special in ways that once felt unattainable. You began brushing your teeth, humming the lyrics to whatever came to mind.

The thought of Namjoon sneaking around to prepare little things for you sending a love surge through your body. I’ve rejected affection for years and years, you sang in your head. Pushing away the sporadic thoughts of resentment for past relationship mistakes.

The thoughts rarely crossed your mind anymore. Namjoon is the last one you’ll ever kiss, and truly love deeply. You washed your face gently, before hanging the towel on its respective rack. Having the privilege of learning and growing together has changed your life for the better.

You make your way down the long hallway, seeing the light of the kitchen shine in the corridor. As you crossed over into the kitchen you found Namjoon leaning against the counter. A wrapped bouquet of wildflowers sat graciously in his hand. Your eyes widened at the sentiment, rushing over to embrace him.

He quickly moved the flowers to the counter, fearing they’d get squished between you. After a string of I love you’s and a never ending hug, you began to gush about your other gift. Thanking him for the small details he always remembers. He tilted his head curiously, smiling down at you. “What?” You asked confused, wiping at your cheek as if something were there.

“Nothing, you’re just beautiful.” He confessed admirably, grabbing your hand from your cheek and placing another kiss to your palm. You felt your heartbeat racing, wondering how you got caught in a romance with him somehow. He looked so pretty all you could do was blush.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, sending a shock through your bones. The thought of losing him causing a pain in your chest. You pulled away to catch your breath, running a hand along his shaved head.

“Now, we have dinner tonight at 8.” He said running to the living room. You jogged behind him excitedly, trying to meet his long strides.

“So don’t forget to wear this,” he beamed proudly, handing you a heart covered gift bag containing a dress.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”