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Tease (Namjoon)

Request: Namjoon with 18 + 166 18. “Tell me what you want.” 166. “They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice.”

Reposting this because I realized I used the wrong format. Sorry :/

Warning: fingering, suggestive themes at the end (it’s not too bad dw)

Word Count: 650

Genre: Smut

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“What about this?” Jungkook asked as he pointed to the movie cover printed on the television screen, which immediately made the corners of your mouth turn downwards and allowed your anxiety and paranoia to slip into your hesitancy of his choice.

“Silent Hill? Isn’t that a horror movie?” You complained, leaning back on the cushion behind you as you folded your arms.

“You scared, jagi?” Your boyfriend, Namjoon, teased as he slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “You can always hold onto me.”

“In that case, let’s watch it. I love seeing Y/N scared,” Yoongi laughed, snatching the remote away from Jungkook. Before you could protest, the film had already begun and you probably would’ve been murdered if you got up to leave. Namjoon always loved to immerse himself in films, so if there were any distractions around him, he’d lose his concentration and his blood would begin to boil.

You were actually enjoying the movie so far. It wasn’t too far past your comfort zone and the events didn’t seem as bad as you anticipated. However, when the movie’s tone switched from peaceful to baleful, you began to tense up. Namjoon decided to take this opportunity and rest his hand on your thigh, suggesting it would calm you down. Oh boy, were you wrong.

As much as you tried to focus on the movie, you found it hardly possible due to Namjoon’s hands rubbing circles your inner thigh underneath the blanket. You flinched once his hand moved directly between your squeezed thighs, his fingers teasing at your clothed womanhood.

“We can’t, the boys-” You began to whisper, but Namjoon cut you off with a soft yet aggressive tone.

“They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice,” He smiled innocently as he slipped his hand underneath your sweatpants and panties, pressing his thumb against your clit. You bit your lip to prevent any sound from coming out of your mouth, but Namjoon’s actions almost made it impossible to do so.

You thought you could keep your composure until Namjoon positioned his fingers in front of your core and thrusted them into you, causing a low groan to escape past your lips. You noticed that Jimin’s attention was diverted from the movie to you, his expression obviously displaying concern.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He asked, slightly confused by your sudden outburst.

“Yeah. It’s just cramps,” You lied as Namjoon continued to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you, enjoying himself as you writhed in pleasure beside him. As soon as he began to move his fingers in a scissoring motion, you grasped onto his wrist and urged him to continue.

“Tell me what you want,” He whispered with a smirk plastered onto his face. Without words, you pushed him deeper inside you, allowing him to access your weakest spots, which he gladly took advantage of as you slowly unraveled with bliss. You didn’t expect him to apply pressure to your clit with his thumb, moving it slowly in circular motions. As Hoseok screamed from the graphic images on the television screen, you decided to take this moment to let out a moan, thinking it would be quiet enough, but once again, you were wrong.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright?” Seokjin asked as he looked back at you with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I-I’m going to get some pills. Come with me,” You lied as you pulled Namjoon’s hand out of you and grabbed his opposite hand, harshly tugging him to the bedroom for him to finish what he started.

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I’m extremely sorry about the repost, but I realized that this format was much cleaner than the other. Nothing above has changed, and once again, I apologize for the inconvenience.

She's a Monster - Namjoon (M)

Summary: You’ve hated Namjoon since the first time you’ve laid your eyes on him, and of course, just to be as equal, Namjoon hates you. Unfortunately, your friend is his friend, so you both have to put up with each other. Finally, Namjoon gets sick and tired of you two constantly fighting and pushes you back against the bed, ending all conflict between you two.

Warning: dirty ass smut omg, oral (m. receiving), language, degradation, fingering, rough sex, asphyxiation, dirty talk, spanking

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,521

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“Why is he here?” You groaned, leaning back in your chair as Taehyung entered your dorm, another person trailing behind him. Your eyes wandered from your desk to the person you’d least expect or want to see here: Namjoon.

“You said I could bring anyone, Y/N,” Taehyung replied as he and Namjoon shuffled into the confined space of your dorm.

“I think it’s quite obvious that I don’t want that asswipe in my room,” You snapped as you pointed towards Namjoon, eliciting a low chuckle from him.

“You think I want to see your fucking face everyday? I’d rather shove a cactus up my ass,” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he sat down on your bed and leaned back, folding his arms behind his head.

“Get off my fucking bed.” He simply crossed his feet and scanned your dorm’s walls, laughing at some of the ridiculous photographs you had strung up.

It was always like this between you and Namjoon. Ever since he began to take his teasing too far, you’ve felt as if you could never be comfortable around him anymore. Eventually, your irritation dissolved into anger, and ever since he’s noticed, he’s been attacking you as well. You’ve been at each other for at least a year now. It seemed so normal, that you didn’t even bother to think what he would be like if he was on good terms with you.

Your best friend, Taehyung, was always concerned about your aversion for Namjoon, but you knew he would never understand. However, you also wanted to prove to him that you could fend off for yourself, as he was always trying to protect you from sexual predators and such, even though the last time you had a confrontation with such a person was years ago. He was so genuinely worried about you, but you needed to show him that you could take care of yourself, and Namjoon provided the perfect opportunity to do so…you had just wished he wasn’t such a dick.

“I said get off,” You said with a more aggressive tone in your voice as you stood up and stomped over to your bed, hopelessly trying to pry him off of your mattress.

"Oh, you’re trying to push me off? That’s real cute, Y/N,” He smirked as you desperately tried to shove him off of your bed, but failed due to your lack of strength. You pulled back, inhaling and exhaling slowly, simultaneously regaining your breath and calming yourself down. “Look what you’ve done now, sweetheart.” You looked at him with a confused expression until he grabbed your hand, then looked down at his obvious erection, your eyes following his.

"You’re disgusting,” You groaned as you yanked your hand out of his grasp and returned to your desk, focusing on your textbook in an attempt to block out the other boys.

"Y/N?” You heard the faint voice of Taehyung say, which immediately diverted your attention away from your textbook. You looked up at him, waiting for him to speak up again, but silence simply overtook the atmosphere of the room. “Jaebum is having another party on Saturday.”

"So? I’m not even going,” You tried to turn back around, but Taehyung grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back to face him.

"You’re going. You can’t stay cooped up in here all the time.”

"Tae, I don’t want to go. You know I hate parties.” You pursed your lips, but he didn’t let up and practically forced you to go.

You could swear you were going insane as the party date neared closer and closer. It had been years since you’d actually gone to an actual party, but you weren’t even good with them back then. You were so reserved, and you thought that parties were just a waste of time and a paradise for guys to just get high or laid.

Your eyes shifted towards the clock on your bedside table, and you sighed once you realized the event would start in ten minutes. Considering that you didn’t even want to go, you just threw on an old pair of jeans and a black, lacy blouse. You didn’t bother with makeup or jewelry, because you knew your plan for tonight: arrive at the party, find and say hi to Taehyung, hide in the corner for ten minutes, and go home undetected. Any mishaps and you knew you were going to be doomed.

You exited your dorm room and locked the door behind you, then made your way downstairs to Jaebum’s dorm, which was inexplicably larger than anyone else’s, but nobody complained since he was able to host the main parties.

The door to his room was wide open, but you hesitated to step in. You weren’t even sure if this was the right thing to do. You had promised yourself to only focus on your studies, and that social gatherings and such would only be a distraction. If you saw yourself now, what would you think of yourself? Maybe you would become like everybody else, a party fanatic and sex addict.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?” You heard someone ask from behind you. You turned around and sighed in relief to see that it wasn’t Namjoon. From the looks of it, Jaebum was already wasted, but somehow still able to communicate, even though his words were slurred and broken.

"Have you seen Taehyung?” You asked, avoiding his question.

"By the kitchen,” He mumbled before staggering off to a group of girls conversing in the corner of the room. You headed to the kitchen, pushing past numerous clusters of highly intoxicated bodies.

"Y/N!” Taehyung grinned as soon as you came into his line of sight. He set his drink down on the counter and embraced you, tightly wrapping his arms around your tensed figure. “Don’t be so nervous. We’re just here to have fun~”

"Yeah, sure,” You said dismissively as your eyes wandered to Namjoon, who was standing by the doorway. “That fucker is here?!” You snapped your head back to Taehyung, who stumbled back at your sudden outburst.

"Well, yeah. I can’t just stop him from going to a party. He’s not that reasonable, Y/N.”

"Yeah, I’ve noticed,” You groaned as you threw your head back in frustration.

"I didn’t expect you to actually come tonight, sweetheart,” You heard Namjoon whisper from behind you, and of course, your immediate response was a kick to the shins. He winced as he rubbed the spot you had injured, looking up at you with anger marked across his every lineament. “If only your looks were are strong as your kicks.” He hissed again as you grabbed the nearest beer bottle and smashed it over his head, then walked away without another word.

You had expected this night to not go as you planned, but you definitely didn’t expect it to end with you crying yourself to sleep curled under the sheets, hiding away from the rest of the world. Namjoon knew you were self-conscious about your appearance, but he had never used it against you, and now he thought he had the right to do so? You couldn’t focus on a single one of the thousands of rampant thoughts running through your mind, almost every single one of them devastating to what was left of your self esteem, the one thing Namjoon loved to take away from you.

"Y/N!” You heard Taehyung call out from behind the door, but you stayed quiet until he left. You didn’t want to face anyone right now. You just wanted to be alone with yourself, something you didn’t get to do very often due to the overwhelming stress Namjoon was giving you. You knew sooner or later you had to confront him, but you didn’t know why, how, or when, and you weren’t sure if you even wanted to confront him. Maybe this was all a bad dream. You wished you would soon wake up, but you knew the monster under your bed would keep chasing you until you could run no more, yet, you couldn’t figure out if the monster was Namjoon, or yourself.

You awoke the next day with a weight in your chest and dried tears that glued your eyes shut, yet you weren’t annoyed. You wanted you stay in bed for the rest of your life, without even opening your eyes to see the sunlight beaming through your window, or the combination of pastels that painted the sky during the sunset. You didn’t even want to see Taehyung, since he was the one who practically forced you to go to the party last night and exposed you to Namjoon, who had crossed the line of respect, if there really was any between you two.

You heard the lock on your door being turned, but since you had lived alone and you knew Taehyung had gone home for the day, you jolted up, a feeling of trepidation settling in your chest. As the door slowly creaked open, you grabbed your alarm clock and held it tightly in your grasp, waiting for the right moment to throw it at the intruder.

"Hey,” You heard them say, and you immediately recognized their voice. When Namjoon came into sight, you chucked your alarm clock at his head, which caused him to groan and lean over in pain.

"Get out of my fucking room!” You yelled, but Namjoon quickly ran over to you and covered your mouth with his hands, which were unexpectedly softer than you remembered.

"Shut up. People are still sleeping,” He whispered, but you yanked his hand away from your mouth and pushed him back, making him stumble back onto your couch.

"How did you get a key to my room?” Namjoon scoffed at your question.

"It’s accessible both ways, dumbass.” You opened your mouth to shout back at him, but no sound left as you remembered how the dorm room doors worked. You always thought it was unsafe for the doors to be locked or unlocked from either side, but your complaints had no effect on the design choices, but you thought it was even more dangerous that people could rig the locks from the inside and keep you locked in the room for as long as they wanted. Even though so many incidents had occurred because of how the doors worked, the school board didn’t do anything about the issue, and simply blamed the students.

"Why are you here?” You groaned as you burrowed your face in your palms, attempting to avoid any further eye contact with Namjoon.

"Taehyung told me to watch over you for today.”

"Tell him I can take care of myself.” You pulled the blankets over your body and burrowed underneath them, hoping that if you stayed hidden long enough, Namjoon would leave you alone.

"So can I stay here?” He teased, but that only angered you more, urging you to grab the pillow resting on your headboard and throw it at Namjoon’s face.

"Fuck off.”

"No need to be so feisty, sweetheart.”

"Call me that one more time and I’ll snap your fucking neck.”

"Try me, baby.” You jolted up and pulled the blankets off of you, raising your hand to strike his cheek, but he caught your wrist and pushed you back down onto the bed, straddling your waist with your faces only mere inches away from each other.

"Get off of me,” You said, never breaking eye contact with Namjoon.

"How about we tell each other what we’re thinking right now?” You scoffed at his idiotic response and attempted to sit up, but he grabbed your other wrist, completely pinning you down to the mattress. “Move again and I’ll fucking kill you.”

"You wanna know why? You’re always so fucking irritating, and you never shut up about yourself. You’re so self-centered and you never care about anyone else’s feelings, even when you fucking tease me and make me feel so-”

"You think you’re the only one suffering? Everyday you wear those little fucking skirts that show off your perfect ass but I have to keep my hands off of you. You bend over in front of me all the time and I have to keep myself from fucking you right then and there. When you get angry with me, it turns me on so fucking much, but I can’t do anything about it. Every fucking day around you is absolute torture.”

Your eyes widened at his confession, and you wanted to tell him off for thinking about you in that way, but something deep down switched on, and now you were craving him more than ever, and his obvious erection pressing against your skin made it obvious that he was craving you too.

"Namjoon~” You whined as you felt the pool of arousal growing between your legs.

"You want me to fuck you, sweetheart? Fuck you right here and now, drive my hard cock into your tight little pussy until you’re screaming my name?” He whispered in a husky voice as he slid his hand down your shorts, teasing your clit with his thumb. Instead of responding, you pushed him down and straddled his waist, lowering your head to him to let your lips meet his.

Without hesitation, Namjoon slipped his tongue into your mouth and moved his hands down to the hem of your shirt to discard of it, which you gladly let him do by raising your arms over your head. You moved your hand down to his boner and began to palm him through his jeans, causing him to moan into the kiss. Your lips slid against his, your tongues at a constant battle for domination. You felt him deeply scratch the skin on your shoulder, drawing blood as you winced from the sharp pain. You both tore off the rest of each other’s clothing in seconds, and soon enough Namjoon was on top of you again, biting and licking at your collarbones as his thumb moved your clit in quick, circular motions.

"You’re such a fucking slut, all wet and horny like this for me,” He moaned in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He teased your slit with his index and middle fingers, and roughly pushed himself in, deep enough to reach a spot that made you cry out from pleasure. You gripped onto the back of his neck, your fingernails creating crescent shaped marks in his skin. “Fuck, your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

"Stop talking like that you fucking perv-” You started off, but you were quickly cut off by Namjoon pressing his lips against yours, pushing his fingers deeper into your heat as he began to press his thumb against your sensitive nub. He disconnected your lips, but still stayed close to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he grabbed your hand with his free hand, guiding you to his bulge.

"Look what you’ve done to me, Y/N,” He practically growled as he dug his fingernails into the skin of your wrist. You tugged harshly on his jeans, and he didn’t hesitate to pull away from you and rip off the rest of his clothing, not breaking eye contact with you for a second. You couldn’t help but let a small whimper out as your eyes landed on his raging boner, his foreskin red and his veins popping out from his frustration.

You quickly sat up and pulled Namjoon’s hips closer to your face as your knees began to sink into the mattress beneath you. You gripped his cock and slowly coaxed your hand up and down, teasing him as he bit his lip at the scene before him. You dragged your tongue against his rock hard shaft, flicking your eyes upward to see him unraveling with bliss. You rubbed your thumb over his slit, causing a moan to escape from him, the vibrations coming from his throat intensifying the wetness you felt between your thighs.

You decided you had taken your teasing far enough and slowly took him into your mouth, your nose close to his stomach, which was elevating and sinking due to his uneven breath. You began to bob your head at a moderate pace, swirling your tongue around his cock while simultaneously coating it with your saliva. You kept your hand wrapped around the base of his dick, moving it along with the movements of your head.

"Fuck, you look so hot with my cock in your mouth,” He moaned as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing your head further so you could take more of him. You gagged at first, but you sank your head down again as you felt your eyes beginning to tear up. Your moans were muffled and consistent as you bobbed your head quickly, draining the energy of of Namjoon as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and you knew he was coming close to his high.

You slipped your unoccupied hand down to your clit, rubbing it to add to the pleasure you were gaining from the situation. Namjoon looked down at you and moaned at the sight of you pleasing yourself as you sucked him off. His breaths became more separated and his body temperature rose quickly as he could feel himself coming to his end. However, he tugged back on your hair, pulling you away from his cock as his gripped himself with his other hand.

"Open your mouth, baby,” He ordered, and you happily obliged, widely opening your mouth as you stuck your tongue out. He began to stroke himself softly, then worked his way up, moving quicker and harder until it because almost impossible for him to keep himself under control. You slightly flinched when he practically screamed as he released himself, his seed spreading across your tongue and a few streaks landing on your chest. You wiped off the white substance with your fingers and licked it off of your fingertips, keeping eye contact with Namjoon standing over you. “Stand up.”

He pulled your arm forcefully and pushed you up against the wall, his bare chest pressed against your back. He bit down on your shoulder as he raised his hand, bringing it down to smack your ass, making you wince and bite your lip from the sudden sting. Rubbing the spot he had spanked, he trailed a row of sloppy kisses between your shoulder blades, nipping at your skin in between his kisses.

"Listen to me, you fucking slut. You’re not allowed to come until I say so. If you come, I’ll fuck you so hard and make sure the entire fucking building knows my name. Do you understand?” He said aggressively, spanking you on your ass again. You only stayed silent for a few seconds when he grabbed your throat and cut off your breathing, your body becoming limp as you begged him to let go with simply your body language. “I said, do you understand?” You quickly nodded and gasped to regain your breath as he let go of your throat and moved his hand to his cock, stroking himself a few times before he roughly entered you from behind, pinning your wrists against the wall so you had no ways to escape. He had given you absolutely no time to adjust to his size and began to rapidly thrust in and out of you, the sound of your skin slapping together overtaking the silence of the room.

"Fuck, don’t be so rough!” You cried out as he continued to grind into you, having no consideration for the pain you were feeling as you were still getting used to his huge, hard cock inside of you.

"Don’t fucking tell me what to do, slut,” He yelled as he rammed into you and hit your g-spot, causing you to cry out from the pleasure once again. He hadn’t slowed down for a second, and continued to fuck you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust he made.

Namjoon let out a few soft grunts as he thrusted into you at a continuous rate, smirking from the sound of your screams and moans, letting him know he was doing a good job of fucking you properly. He released his grip on your wrists and moved his hands down to your breasts, harshly squeezing them as he hit your g-spot once again, practically making you scream his name aloud.

"N-Namjoon, s-stop, I-I’m gonna-” You began to say, but before you could finish your sentence, you interrupted yourself and let out a loud and shameless moan as you released yourself all over Namjoon’s cock, which was still throbbing inside of you. Of course, by the time you recollected yourself, you knew you were in trouble.

"You’re such a whore. Did I tell you that you could come?” Namjoon sighed as he pulled out of you, a string of your come trailing away from you as well.

"I-I’m sorry,” You attempted to apologize, but Namjoon wasn’t having it, and pulled you away from the wall, pushing you onto your bed before crawling on top of you.

"Sorry doesn’t cut it, baby.” He spanked your ass once more before turning your body over and lining up his dick with your core, teasing you with his tip. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

"Fuck, yes. Please.”

"Then tell me you’re my slut. I’ll fuck you just like you want me to, but you have to say it first.”

"But, it’s embarrassing,” You mumbled, looking away from his strong gaze. Namjoon grabbed your chin and pulled your head back to the center, connecting his eyes with yours.

"I’m only going to ask you one more time, jagiya. What are you?”

You were desperate at this point, and his drawn out teasing only made you crave him more. You just wanted to feel him inside of you, no limits or rules, just straight up fucking.

"I-I’m your slut…I’ll always be a slut for your cock. Please, please fuck me, Namjoon. I need you inside of me,” You practically begged, lust glistening in your eyes. Namjoon simply smirked at your need for him, and gripped your throat with his hands as he forcefully pushed himself into you, your walls stretching around his cock. You nearly screamed from the rough entering, but of course, he had, once again, given you no time to adjust to him before thrusting rapidly in and out of you, his cock brushing against your sensitive and soft walls.

His grip on your throat tightened, cutting off your air supply again. You swore you could feel the intensity of your upcoming orgasm rising with Namjoon choking you, but you ultimately knew you were becoming wetter at the feeling of his hands tightly gripping your throat, which obviously gave more freedom towards the consistency of his thrusts into you. You could feel yourself convulsing around his cock, and by the fact that he was slowing down, you knew he was close to his peak too. You began to squirm around, attempting you release yourself early, but he pressed your body into the mattress.

"Stay still, squirming will make it worse,” He said in between his moans. You obeyed him and ceased your movement as he continued to ram into you. “I can feel your tight little pussy gripping my cock. You’re going to come, aren’t you?” He lowered himself down to your ear, still keeping his hold on your throat.

"Yes!” You gasped out as you felt an entire rush of ecstasy spreading throughout your body, letting yourself go, allowing you to come harder than you ever have before. You moaned shamelessly as you arched your back, freeing yourself of Namjoon’s grip on your throat. He moved his hands down to your hips and dug his fingernails into your skin, continuing to build up to his orgasm.

"Shit, baby, I’m gonna-” He cut himself off with a loud moan as he slowly came to a cease with his thrusting and let himself come inside of you, his seed spreading on your still convulsing walls. You pulled him into a deep kiss as you still felt him spreading inside of you, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the feeling. He pulled out of you and collapsed beside you, his breath uneven and irregular.

You rested beside him for a while, silent and still as he pet your hair and ran the back of his hand across your cheek, blushing at the warmth radiating from your skin. He smiled as you placed your hand over his, interlacing your fingers with his.

At that moment, you heard a faint buzzing sound coming from your jeans, which were bundled up and halfway hidden underneath your bed. Namjoon crawled over you, reaching for your phone and handing it to you.

"It’s Taehyung,” He said with a small shrug. You answered the call and held your phone by your ear.

"Tae?” You said, confused at why he was calling you. He had told you he would busy for today, and he wouldn’t be able to call you, or even text you.

"Hey, Y/N, how are you feeling?” Taehyung asked in an excited tone.

"I’m…good? Tae, why are you calling me? I thought you were going to be busy for the entire day.”

"Oh, well, that might’ve been a little lie. Namjoon came over, right?”

"Wait, so you-”

"I figured you two needed some alone time,” He said, putting emphasis on his last few words. “Did you work out your problems?”

"U-Um yeah.”

"Put me on speaker.” You hesitantly pulled your phone away from your face and tapped the speaker button.

"Hey,” Namjoon mumbled as he slid his arm around your waist.

"So, did you have a good time together? Taehyung teased.

"I don’t know, maybe you should go home again next weekend and we’ll spend some more time together,” Namjoon smirked as he lightly tapped your ass.

"I’ll take that into consideration.” You giggled at his response and rested your head against Namjoon’s bare chest.

You weren’t even the slightest bit mad at Taehyung for setting you up with Namjoon, because not only did you get to solve your problems with him, but you formed a deeper bond with him, a bond you thought you’d never even think of having with him. By this point, you realized that Taehyung had opened your perspective of the world, and made it clear that the reason why you couldn’t fight back against your distortions because you two hadn’t opened up to each other, and now you knew you could fight against your distortions, even though they were simply a figment of your imagination, created by the negative energy you had with Namjoon. Now they were all in the past, and you and Namjoon both knew you would begin to treat each other properly, and not hunt each other like monsters.

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Oh my god this is pure sin someone take me to church

Fave Fics (Recs)

My happy place of BTS fics by other writers.

Listed in no particular order.

Adult / Mature Content. 🔞

KSJ:

1. Let it Sparkle by lamourche - The most beautifully whimsical, magical story. Gave me wonderful Joan Aiken vibes. A perfectly dreamy escape.

2. The Platonic Collection by joheunsaram - Never thought I'd enjoy dominance and submission, but this was done so well, I fell right in love.

3. On The Ropes by raplinesmoon - Hauntingly, achingly raw. Melancholy at its finest.

4. Blue Hour by raplinesmoon - A follow-up to On The Ropes. Love finds a way. Hope finds a way. The Romantic in me is sobbing.

5. All I Don’t Want for Christmas Is You! by minisugakoobies - Hot, angry sex with KSJ + Maknae Line running amok + blissfully domestic Sope = a rollicking fun holiday read.

6. the devil wears armani by floralseokjin - This made me pray for Hell. Who needs angels when the devil is KSJ in a suit?

7. Girls Want Love and Aguardiente y Limon by raplinesmoon - A level of wantonness that’ll have you on your knees, begging for more. Please, Daddy. More.

8. once bitten, twice shy by fantasybangtan - Side-splittingly funny, soul-stirringly fluffy, with a smidgen of angst, and oodles of Yuletide cheer.

9. Piece by Piece by underthejoon - Like bite-sized pieces of candy: some sticky sweet like caramel, others darkly bitter like pure cacao, all of which you'll devour in one sitting before savouring the heady aftertaste.

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KNJ:

1. lacuna by eoieopda - A wistful whirl of recollections, unfulfilled possibilities, and the reunifying of two souls who should never have been apart.

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MYG:

1. Want a Taste? by suga-kookiemonster - Tongue Technology that's dangerous and delicious. Will also give you massive Auntie Anne's cravings.

2. I Wanna Hold Your Hand by minisugakoobies - As warming and sweet as a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows on a cold day.

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KTH:

1. Let it Snow by suga-kookiemonster - The first BTS fic I ever read. Still can't believe this isn't a published book.

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JJK:

1. Ego Series by suga-kookiemonster - A truly delectable slow burn. Start this series in the morning (unless you want to stay up all night reading), because it's unputdownable.

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PJM:

1. Lovely Demons by kpopfanfictrash - A fantasy underworld so breathtakingly crafted, you'd be tempted to linger forever.

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JHS:

1. On Bended Knee by minisugakoobies - Short and sweet and stuffed to the brim with witty humour, sexiness, and charm.

2. Piece by Piece by underthejoon - Like bite-sized pieces of candy: some sticky sweet like caramel, others darkly bitter like pure cacao, all of which you'll devour in one sitting before savouring the heady aftertaste.

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OT7:

1. BTS Masterlist by kpopfanfictrash - It's all magic. Take your pick, and get lost in hours of pure pleasure.

2. Bound Series by kpopfanfictrash and underthejoon - 7 gorgeous stories about love, fate, and destiny.

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Desire (M)

Request: Request: namjoon with 3, 14 and 68 🤔 thank you love! 😘

Pairing: Namjoon x reader Genre: Smut, Best Friend to Lovers!AU Warnings: masturbation (f), big dick Namjoon, dom!Namjoon, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), light dirty talk, pretty tame for the most part Word Count: 1.5K

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It was no secret you had a crush on your roommate, Namjoon. All of your friends and even his friends knew it, but it seemed he was too oblivious to notice, despite everyone’s constant teasing and jokes about the two of you. Though it seems like such a thing would bother you, you actually didn’t mind it. If Namjoon never knew your feelings for him, things wouldn’t become complicated in the long run. You were, after all, his best friend, and it wouldn’t be surprising if you chose to live together after college.

You let out a loud sigh, scrolling through the movie section of Netflix aimlessly, the remote loose in your hand. Your cheek was pressed up against the pillow and your arm was losing feeling underneath you. You shifted and laid on your back, twisting your neck to look at the TV. Finally, after minutes of deliberation, you chose to watch a stupid romance movie. 

You honestly hadn’t expected the movie to be so emotionally investing, but instead of rolling your eyes at every character, you were biting your nails in anticipation, waiting for the two main characters to finally get together. When it finally happened, you found yourself sighing in relief. 

Of course, the fact that there was a sex scene didn’t go unnoticed. Something inside you switched off, and your mind wandered to Namjoon, thinking about the way he looked when he left for class this morning. His hair was messy and he wore a see through black shirt, perfectly showing off his muscles. His jeans were so tight, you had to force yourself to look anywhere else than his crotch.

As the two main characters fell into bed and into one another, you found yourself slipping a hand down your shorts to rub yourself through your panties, a small moan escaping your lips. You turned your head back and rested it against the armrest, shutting your eyes as you lost yourself in a world of pleasure, eventually sliding your hands past your panties to swipe at your dripping slit with a finger.

You pushed your finger in, thumb teasing at your bundle of nerves, and you arched your back slightly, the image of Namjoon flashing in your mind. God, what you would give to have his fingers in you instead of yours. The thought made you curse under your breath, along with a whisper of Namjoon’s name. 

You picked up the pace, inserting another finger as you bit your lip to surprise your moan, but ultimately failed at the thought of Namjoon hovering above you, doing this to you instead. 

“Namjoon-“ You choked out a moan, tilting your head back. You were so lost in your world of pleasure that you didn’t even hear the front door open, and it took a few seconds to register the voice that followed.

“Y/N?”

You shot your eyes open to see Namjoon standing in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Shocked from the sudden intrusion, you yanked your hand out of your shorts and covered yourself with a blanket, heat flushing to your face.

“Fuck, when did you get home?” You cursed, looking anywhere except his face.

“You just moaned my name,” Namjoon said, a smug smirk taking over his demeanor. 

“You must be hearing things,” You denied, beginning to roll back over to the TV to exit the movie, the main characters moaning loudly on the screen. 

“Then am I wrong if I say you were touching yourself to the thought of me?”

You froze, and ever so slowly looked at him as he walked toward you, darkness filling his eyes. You gulped and rushed to your feet, trying to get up and leave when Namjoon pulled your back by your wrist and connected your lips. 

You froze in shock again as he moved his lips against yours, but easily melted into the kiss after a moment. Namjoon cupped your face and tilted his head, deepening the kiss. He swiped his tongue on your lower lip, asking for permission, which you gladly granted him. Your tongues fought as his hands travelled down your body, eventually landing on your ass to squeeze it. You jolted and moaned into the kiss, earning a low groan from Namjoon. 

He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours as he took a moment to catch his breath. He smiled and sat you down on the couch, pushing you gently to lay you down before climbing over you, hands roaming over your body. Namjoon leaned down and attached his lips to your neck, sucking until he left a bruise. Your fingers gripped at his hair, pulling slightly. He hissed and nipped your skin, mumbling against your neck.

“Don’t tease me, baby girl,” He warned. Curious to see what happened, you pulled at his hair again. Namjoon cursed and pulled away, standing up to strip out of his clothes. Your eyes immediately landed on his cock, and you felt yourself clench around nothing at his size.

“Fuck your cock is so big, I don’t think it’ll fit,” You said nervously. Namjoon laughed and climbed back over you, tugging down your shorts and panties swiftly as he spoke.

“You can take it, baby,” Namjoon hummed, looking at your glistening core before swiping his fingers over your slit, making you shudder out a moan. “Can’t you?”

You nodded, gripping at his arm beside you as he positioned himself between your folds, sliding the head of his cock up and down, coating it in your arousal. 

“Namjoon, please,” You whined, wanting to just feel him inside you already. He hummed and slowly slid inch by inch into you, a loud moan falling past your lips at the feeling of him stretching you out so perfectly. Your walls gripped him as he slid in until you were completely full to the hilt. 

“Fuck,” Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back slightly. He gave you a moment to adjust, then pulled his hips back just to snap them forward again. You cried out, digging your nails into his arm at the feeling of him finally inside you. You bit your lip as Namjoon set a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you with ease due to your wetness. His cock filled you deliciously, you never wanted him to leave you. 

Then, it was like something switched on in Namjoon. Maybe it was the way you were weighing underneath him or the feeling of your walls gripping his cock, but he suddenly sped up, ramming into you with no remorse. 

“Fuck! Namjoon, fuck-“ You moaned, arching your back as he pounded into you, small grunts accompanying each thrust. He rolled his hips against yours, pushing deep into you. “Don’t go so deep!”

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. So tight,” Namjoon moaned, leaning down to kiss you as he continued his thrusts, sending your body jolting with his movements. You moaned into his mouth, hands gripping the back of his neck, relishing in the feeling of him ramming into you without mercy. 

When he hit your g-spot, your legs began to tremble and his name fell from your lips as you threw your head back, squinting your eyes shut.

“Aw, your legs are trembling~ does it feel that good?” Namjoon smirked, watching you unravel beneath him. You nodded furiously, fingers dragging down his back hard enough that you knew there would be marks the next day. 

“Yes! Yes, so good! Namjoon, oh my god!” You cried out. Namjoon gripped your hips and slowed his pace, letting you know he was close, and by the way you were clenching around him, he knew you were close too.

You felt a coil beginning to form in your lower stomach as Namjoon pushed in and out of you, his hips stuttering slightly.

“Fuck. You gonna cum, baby?” Namjoon moaned, hand teasing your clit. You whimpered out a small ‘yes’ and gripped at the couch. When Namjoon hit your sweet spot and pinched your clit at the same time, you absolutely lost it, and found yourself screaming out his name as you released yourself around him. 

The feeling of you clenching around him had him groaning, bringing him to his release as well. He pulled out of you and stroked himself a few times, then released himself on your stomach, white strips of cum painting your skin. 

You both sat there, heavy breaths filling the room when Namjoon suddenly leaned over to kiss you, his hand cupping your face. You smiled and kissed him back before pulling away, whispering against his lips.

“I can’t say I’m mad you came home early,” You laughed. Namjoon pecked your lips and smiled back.

“Me either,” He said. “Do you have classes tomorrow?”

“No, I’m free.”

“Good. We’re going on a date. Wear something nice. Preferably something that shows off your ass now that it’s finally mine.”

You laughed and kissed him, wondering why you ever fell in love with this loser in the first place.

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Worth The Wait (M)

Request: can I have 6 and 47 with namjoon for the drabble please🥰🥺

Pairing: Namjoon x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, College!AU, Best Friend to Lovers

Warnings: Namjoon being too smart for his own good, protected sex, brief fingering, it’s pretty vanilla tbh

Word Count: 1.5K

It only took me five years (not really) to write this. I really need to stop writing only whenever I feel like it and FORCE MYSELF TO PRODUCE CONTENT FOR YOU THIRSTY BITCHES.

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Every passing second, you found it more and more difficult to stay focused on the words in the textbook before you, your heart beating at a rapid pace every time you stole a glance at the man across the room, sitting on the bed studying as well.

Despite your midterm coming up next week, you seemed to have little to no motivation to study, and simply spent all your time staring at Namjoon, who of course, was knee deep in his textbook, intent on passing his midterm unlike you.

Of course, you actually wanted to pass, but being around such a beautiful man most of the time took your attention away from your studies. Every time Namjoon would ask you to hang out, you’d accept, even with the knowledge that you would probably not get anything productive done.

Namjoon had been a close friend of yours since freshman year, sticking close to you for five semesters already. It was a wholesome friendship. You both trusted each other and felt comfortable in each other’s vicinity.

Of course, there was that one time you drunkenly made out at a party one night, but neither of you ever talked about it, although the memory would often come up when you looked at him.

And today was no exception.

Your eyes immediately landed on his arm muscles. Despite him saying he doesn’t work out much, you could tell he was lying by the way his biceps were straining through his skin tight shirt.

Suddenly, a voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you were brought back to reality, Namjoon staring at you, concerned.

“Hey, you alright?” Namjoon asked. You inhaled sharply, embarrassed he had caught you staring, but you nodded and replied in a nervous voice.

“Yeah, just got distracted. Sorry,” You said, returning your attention to your textbook. Namjoon smiled, then did the same.

Of course, it wasn’t long until the next time you began staring at him again. Automatically you caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him from top to bottom, taking in his golden toned skin, his defined muscles, and his beautiful dimples. 

Only God knows the things you would do for this man.

“I saw that. You just checked me out,” Namjoon suddenly said, and your head snapped up from looking at his legs. You swore you felt your pupils shrink from terror. Why did he have to catch you at the worst time?

“No, I wasn’t,” You scoffed, trying to look back at your textbook when Namjoon spoke up again.

“You can’t lie to a psychology major. You’re looking away from me, fidgeting with the chair’s fabric, and you changed your position when you answered.”

“Maybe I’m just on edge because of the midterm.”

“And your breathing just changed to a faster pace.”

You stared at Namjoon with disbelief, wondering if you should keep denying it and expose yourself more, or just let it all out and regret it the next day.

“So what if I was checking you out?” You huffed, crossing your legs in the chair as you rested your chin in your palm, looking back down at your textbook.

“Take off your shirt,” Namjoon suddenly said, your head snapping up at his words.

“What?” 

“Did I stutter? I said, take off your shirt,” Namjoon said again, more sternly this time as he closed his textbook and stood up, placing it on his desk before walking over to you.

“Stop messing around, Joon.” You tried to look back down at your textbook, but Namjoon dug his finger under your chin and raised your head to look at him.

“Does it look like I’m messing around?”

And boy, he wasn’t wrong. The animalistic look in his eyes just pushed you to stand up and strip, dropping your textbook in the process. 

Namjoon stopped you as you fumbled with your jeans and pressed his lips to yours, your heart fluttering at the feeling of his lips finally on yours again after so long.

His movements were hungry and passionate, as if, he too, were waiting for this moment. His hands found your hips as he slid his tongue into your mouth, initiating a battle of dominance with yours.

Your hands reached up to tangle into his black locks, and when you pulled slightly, Namjoon groaned against your lips, further pressing his hips against yours to notify you of the growing tent in his pants.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you stepped back and took off the rest of your clothing, standing there in just your bra and panties, Namjoon staring you down and eating up your image. 

Namjoon hurried to take off his clothes as you laid down on the bed, your eyes landing on his perfectly sculpted chest all in its glory. Quickly, he climbed over you and connected your lips again, this time grinding his hips into yours, a moan escaping from your lips.

Namjoon slipped one hand down beneath your panties and swiped his fingers over your already drenched slit. You shivered at the feeling, Namjoon smirking against the skin of your neck. 

Slowly, he pushed two digits into you, stretching your tight walls. You threw your head back, having not felt a man’s touch for months at this point. 

“Joon, Namjoon please,” You begged, your nails dragging across his shoulders in desperation.

“You’re so cute begging for my cock like that,” Namjoon laughed, a whine leaving your lips from his teasing. “I’d love to tease you a little longer, but I can’t wait anymore.”

Namjoon hooked his fingers around the rim of your underwear and pulled them down, throwing them off into the corner of the room. You sat up and unclasped your bra, allowing it to join your pile of clothes off to the side. 

Meanwhile, Namjoon shimmied out of his boxers, finally revealing his length. Without any warning, Namjoon flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach, then reached into his bedside drawer for a condom.

After rolling on the condom, he lined himself up with your entrance and gripped your hips, slowly sinking into you inch by inch. The sinful moan that left your mouth had Namjoon twitching inside of you.

“Fuck, baby,” Namjoon cursed under his breath. 

“Joon, just fuck me already,” You whined, wanting him to move after moments of stillness, his length buried inside you.

Namjoon grunted and pulled his hips back, then slowly slid back in, creating a slow, sensual rhythm. Of course, knowing him, he wasn’t able to last long going so slow. In just a few seconds, he began laying into you with long, powerful strokes, his cock stretching your walls so perfectly.

Your fingers gripped at the bedsheets as you whimpered his name, focusing on the feeling of him filling you up. You could hardly believe your best friend of three years was buried deep inside of you, groaning your name as sweat dropped down his toned body, but here you were, lying face flat on the bed, taking his every thrust.

Namjoon’s movements grew more powerful with every second, like he was slowly losing control from the feeling of your walls wrapped around him. His body hovered over yours as he held your leg and bent it, placing it at an angle that left you more exposed to his punishing thrusts.

“Who does this pretty pussy belong to, hm? I want to hear you say it,” Namjoon panted in your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth briefly.

“You, Joon! It’s yours!” You moaned out, screaming as the tip of his cock hit your cervix, brushing against your g-spot as he slid in. 

Namjoon hooked his arm around your waist and pulled you up against his chest, his hand rubbing over your clit. You leaned back into his shoulder and he kissed your exposed neck, groaning against your skin.

Namjoon’s thumb rubbed quick circles into your clit, and you gasped, feeling the growing waves of pleasure nearly crashing over your overwhelmed state. You pinched your eyes shut, your walls clenching tightly around Namjoon’s length.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me,” Namjoon moaned in your ear. Just as he pinched your clit, you felt everything inside you release at that moment, your pussy squeezing around Namjoon’s cock in an intense climax. 

Namjoon kept his grip on you, holding you in place as he thrusted through your high, coming to his own as he spilled into the condom, his hot breath against your cheek.

By the time you had come down from your climax, your legs were completely numb, and Namjoon had to carefully lay you back down on your back, allowing you to look at his sweaty figure atop of you.

Even though the both of you were breathless, Namjoon leaned in for a kiss, and you smiled, kissing him back tiredly, your body filled with an overwhelming feeling of adoration for no one but your best friend.

Something inside you wished he had caught you checking him out sooner. But either way, it was worth the wait.

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Can someone pls tell me if this is a thing or 🤔

Why do 6 of their photos have like a white light-polaroid vibe hitting them from the front.

Then there’s Taehyung.

And he’s glowing.

Under a YELLOW light.

And it’s shining from above him ☀️