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BTS | KNJ | FIC RECS
Here is the Namjoon Collection!! Just a few of my favourites. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do!
Dom daddy Joon, @joonsmagicshop (Namjoon/Reader Jungkook/Reader, daddy kink, masturbation)
Caramel, @casuallyimagining (fluff, angst, slice of life)
Oh, Honey!, @yoongiofmine (Fluff, angst, so much smut, strangers to lovers, sugar daddy au.)
What's left of us, @yoongiofmine (fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, exes au.)
Out of the woods, @angelicyoongie (fluff, angst, slight smut, wolf hybrid namjoon x human f!reader)
There's gonna be no take two, @sopebubbles (Idol!Kim Namjoon x reader, angst)
Reckless, @vyduan (angst, idolverse, friends to lovers, slow burn, canon compliant)
Drunk in love, @joon4eva (one-shot ; friends-to-lovers au)
Gift Wrapping, @btsqualityy (fluff, slice of life)
We have time, @souryoong (boyfriend!namjoon x reader, smut)
Prohibido, @personasintro (brother's best friend au, fluff, angst smut)
Bellisima, @personasintro (parents au, fluff, smut)
♡NAMJOON♡ONESHOT REC's
🥵 - Smut 🎀-Fluff 🔴-Angst
⏐🥵⏐ The Babysitter by @tsukisrants »Pairing : Kim Namjoon x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Age Gap , Babysitter!Namjoon
⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ Nice Guys Finish Last by @muniimyg »Pairings : Med Student Namjoon + Med Student OC »Summary : Strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and then.. strangers again?
⏐🥵⏐ New Workout Plan by @kyph3r »Pairings : Trainer!Namjoon x Fem!Reader. »Summary : In which... your new trainer is hot, you're horny, and it's past closing hours
⏐🎀⏐ Say you forgive me by @mykoreanlove »Pairings : Trainer!Namjoon x Fem!Reader.
⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐ Eight Years by @jungkookstatts »Pairing : Kim Namjoon x Fem!Reader. »Genre : MarriedCouple!AU, EstablishedRelationship!AU, very soft Joon but also extremely powerful and dominant Joon. »Summary : Namjoon and you have been married for eight years. What makes it so great? Maybe the fact that your husband never stopped loving you with just as much passion as the first day he fell in love.
⏐🎀⏐ Fireworks by @tteokggukk »Pairings : Namjoon x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Friends to lovers. »Summary : It’s new year’s eve and you decide to ditch finding someone for a new year’s kiss. instead, you spend your time waiting for the fireworks with your best friend, namjoon, stalling and talking about how fireworks worked.
♡NAMJOON♡SERIES REC'S
🎀 -Fluff 🥵 -Smut 🔴 - Angst
📚 - Completed 🖊- Ongoing
⏐🖊⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ Business Proposal by @solarwonux »Pairings : Namjoon x Fem!reader »Genre : Ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au ,slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love . »Summary : Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do”.
⏐📚⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ Cockpit by @lbxbx »Pairings : Namjoon x Fem!Reader. »Summary : Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.
⏐📚⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ Kaleidoscope by @colormepurplex2 »Pairings : Musician!Namjoon x Artist!Fem!Reader. »Genre : Private Mutual Pining, Artist Muse, Neighbors AU »Summary : He’s your neighbor, but he’s also slowly become your secret muse over the years. It’s the small details that draw you in, little pops of color in the otherwise mundane world, and they make you want to learn more about the man from across the hall—the brilliant kaleidoscope in your life.
The Stick Notes guy | Kim Namjoon x Reader
Kim Namjoon x reader
This is a third person pov and the reader has she/her pronouns. The names of the idol and the others aren't mentioned but the characteristics make it pretty obvious about who the fanfic is. This can be read as a simple one shot without the label of fanfic too.
Genre: fluff (little angst if you squint)
Warnings: no major warnings, mention of college parties
Summary: What will happen if you have a crush on two different people according to you, one is mysterious and the other being someone you see everyday?
Words: 2.5k approximately
College!AU
(It's Namjoonie's birthday, Happiest birthday to one of the most beautiful humans on this planet and the best leader BTS could ever ask for ♡)
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'Plants are pretty and so are flowers, maybe someday I'll get them for you'
The note said.
She smiled as she looked at the note. It was crazy how just a piece of yellow paper with something cheesy scribbled on it made her smile. She never knew who was it that stuck the notes there everyday but they were always there.
"You got another one of these?" Her best friend asked in his soft voice as he pursed his lips looking at her read the note.
"Yessh." She said in a hush like voice as she placed the note in her notebook to take it to her room and put it safely in the little box she made for all the little notes she got.
"Ah, you and your notes. I'll get going, I have a class." Her friend said as he started walking out of the alley between the bookshelves they were in and she turned around to tell him to not go.
But, her dearest friend just dismissed her as he let out a soft chuckle and felt the glares of the people sitting in the library on him as he walked away from the book shelves. He apologised as she just shook her head.
"I'll see you later." He, her best friend, mouthed looking at her before giving his iconic smile which made his eyes disappear and walked out of the library.
She stood there holding her books closer to her chest. This mysterious note giver, he was one of a kind, she remembered the first time she stuck a note there with no hopes of getting a reply.
Hey, Stranger!
Her note said.
Hello fellow homo sapiens!
Was the reply she got.
And that was the start of it. Their little everyday conversation through yellow stick notes which they stuck on the apparent not regularly visited section of the library.
She always wondered if it was a ghost that she communicated with everyday because she never saw anyone walk into that alley which led to that bookshelf, cause that bookshelf had books from the stream where people barely studied anything in.
This mysterious stick notes giving guy felt like a part of her imagination indeed.
She walked away from the bookshelf and sat in her usual place in the library. She placed the books to study on the table and looked in front of her.
There he was, the guy she had an enormous crush on. I mean, how could one not have a crush on him? He was tall, smart, killed people when he glared at them with those perfectly hooded monolid eyes of his but at the same time healed people with that dimpled smile of his.
She observed him as he adjusted the glasses on his nose. He scrunched his nose just a little bit flinching slightly at the sound of someone pulling a chair around them. She hid behind her book as his eyes suddenly looked around and she pretended to be very much into the book to even notice that it was upside down. She facepalmed herself as she quietly turned her book back to it's normal position and pretended to read it again. She slowly looked back up to look at him and found his dark brown eyes looking at hers. She stopped working as his eyes continue to remain in contact with hers, it was almost as if he was assessing her.
What was she supposed to do?
She didn't know so she just looked at the page that she was pretending to read. After a while, she hesitantly looked back and much to her good luck, he went back to reading the book.
She felt terrible for having a crush on the guy and the guy who sent her those cute little sticker notes. But, it was what it was.
Sometimes, she wondered if both of these two people were the same. But, she eventually came to a conclusion that it wasn't possible, a lot of times, she never found the tall guy around her when there was a sticky note on the bookshelf and sticky notes guy seemed more of an outgoing person with those crazy one liners and adorable plant emojis.
The sticky note guy made her feel good, made her feel those butterflies, made her appreciate the little creatures on the earth, made her believe in the magical feels of having a crush, made her laugh with those cheesy one liners he made, made her tear up at those thought provoking quotes and made her fall for him. But then there was also this guy in front of her who made her feel almost all the same things but from a distance.
She sighed as she closed the book and removed her yellow stick notes pad and scribbled something along the lines of
'Aha, tulips will be perfect ;)'
She walked towards the place and stuck it perfectly at the spot she always found the stick notes.
She brushed her hands off to remove the dust, collected her books and walked out of the shelf and then out of the library not before giving the guy with the crab pattern shirt a glance.
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"So there is this party." Her friend announced as she glared at him.
"I am not gonna come." She said plastering a sickeningly sweet smile and her friend frowned.
"But. I came to that bookstore with you last week." He said to reason and she just shrugged it off.
"That was your choice." She said instead.
"Ahh, I hate you so much." He blurted.
"I love you too." She said with a smirk on her face and he just glared at her.
Her eyes drifted away from her angry friend to the familiar dimpled guy. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at him smile at a person who handed him a pamphlet and walked away.
"I will come to the party." She blurted out of nowhere.
"You what?" Her friend asked as he blinked at her.
"Just be happy that I said yes, bro." She said instead and walked away before he could ask her any other questions she didn't wanna answer.
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She looked at the note in her hand, the note she got today.
Would you like to meet someday? :)
The note said.
She was blushing like crazy. She was nervous, really nervous because she did a weird thing, she invited him to meet her near the infamous lamp post on the campus. Now, the thing was, the party was today and it was on the campus and a lot of people loved talking pictures at the lamp post and there was a party. She wanted to smack herself right in the face for doing such a stupid thing.
She placed the note back in her collection and walked towards the mirror to look at herself one last time before heading out. She wore a simple pair of blue washed jeans and matched it with a black full sleeved off shoulder top. She applied minimal makeup feeling self conscious and resisted the urge to wipe it off her face.
The campus was lit up and she could hear the bass booming through the halls of the dorm. She silently walked out of her dorm without interacting with anyone and kept walking till she reached the famous lamp post. She couldn't see anyone there except a group of girls who were talking a bunch of selfies leaning on the lamp post. She frowned slightly and made her way towards the party feeling a little disheartened.
"So, I found out why you came here." Her friend said as she raised one of her eyebrows while looking at him.
"It is him. Isn't it?" He asked and she blinked.
"Which him are you talking about?" She asked him.
"Ah, shoot, I forgot that there are two of hims." He said and she glared at him.
"That guy, the one from library." She said.
"Ha, I figured that out when I saw him walk out." He said and her eyes stopped wandering around.
"Walk out?" She asked him.
"Yeah. Why?" He asked but she dismissed him and hurried out of there pushing bodies out of her way.
She kept walking till she reached the lamp post and stopped when she looked at him. The familiar dimples etching on his face as he looked at the little stick note in his hand and smiled at it. Her heart beat so fast in her chest that she was scared that in another moment she will wake up from her dream or die. Her stomach and chest filled with butterflies which were fluttering all over there. She gulped as she blinked looking at him lean on the lamp post and smile as his eyes wandered around and stopped on her. He stopped leaning and stood straight as he looked at her.
She slowly walked towards him as he blinked looking at her. It was strange how both of them knew almost every small thing about each other but were strangers just because they never met. It was a strange feeling, she felt, it was him, the guy she had been in love and it was also him, the guy she wanted him to be. It would make no sense to anyone else but she couldn't explain how happy she felt and at the same time she was nervous.
She finally stood in front of him and he looked at her as he placed her note back in his pocket. There was a bag in his hand, it looked like a gift but she didn't wanna pry so she remained silent.
"Hey." He said hesitantly and it almost felt unreal to hear that voice, the voice she always heard in the form of a deep chuckle or when he called someone out from a distance, speak to her. His voice was different, raspy, leathery and unique just like him.
"Hey!" She exclaimed as he smiled at her.
"I got this for you." He said as he handed her the gift bag and she smiled at him and thanked him.
She looked at the pretty bag which had small potted plant in it with small flowers buds on its branches.
"Its a bonsai." He said as she looked up.
"A Jasmine plant." He said further as she looked at the little potted plant with a sparkle in her eyes.
He slowly leaned on the lamp post and looked at her with a smile as she touched the flower buds. She looked up and felt nervous under his gaze.
"What?" She asked him.
"I wish I could get flowers but I didn't expect us to meet this soon." He said instead.
"But you got me a plant that will eventually give me flowers." She said and he looked at her with a soft smile.
"Its one of my bonsai collection." He said nonchalantly and she felt a wave of flutters in her stomach, she remembered all the times he told about having a little plant nursery in his dorm room and about his roommate kept scolding him for making their room a zoo.
"Thank you." She said meaning it as she looked into his eyes.
"You're welcome." He said with a small nod.
"Wanna take a walk and talk or head to the party?" He asked.
"Let's take a walk." She said and he nodded.
They both walked in silence as they admired the surroundings with the booming sound that came from the party. They kept walking till the sound was faint and stood in front of the campus cafeteria which faced the garden. They sat on one of the benches as he looked at the night sky. She turned around and looked at him, his jaw was sharper than the knife in her kitchen and she resisted the urge to boop his nose. How can a person be so irresistible and adorable at the same time?
She wondered as she observed his features and his side profile in the calm surroundings.
"I saw you, one day, at the library sticking the note up." He said after a while and she froze.
"You did?" She asked.
"Yeah." He said as he let out a soft chuckle.
"I couldn't believe that it was you." He said instead and she felt her heart drop.
_What did he mean? Did she disappoint him? Did he expect someone prettier?_
Well, ofcourse he did. He deserved the best. Ofcourse, he had expectations. She thought.
A faint red flush appeared on his cheeks as he looked ahead avoiding her gaze and she felt her cheeks heat up too for no particular reason.
"You might not remember, but freshman year, I bumped into you and you guided me to my class. I found you fascinating since then and I don't want to creep you out but everytime I stuck that note on the shelf. I wish it was you who found it and you did." He said and her heart was on the verge to explode.
Ofcourse, she remembered the first time she saw him, he was so lost and she happened to bump into him. It felt like destiny had its own twisted way of making things happen.
"I remember." She said as he turned around to look at her and their eyes held the contact for longer than they should've.
"It's getting late, we should head back" He said as she nodded and moved her eyes away from his face to look at her hands.
They got up and walked in silence, their hands brushed slightly when they walked and her heart raced everytime it did. They finally reached her dorm area. She looked at him stand in front of her wearing that black oversized sweatshirt with that cap on his head.
"I'll see you tomorrow, same time, same place." He said as she looked at him and nodded with a smile.
He came closer to her hesitantly and leaned forward to place his lips softly against her cheek. It made her heart beat so fast that she was sure that she will collapse on the floor. Her entire face warmed at the feeling of his lips against her skin and she smiled as he pulled away and whispered a soft good night in her ears and she squeaked a good night back and ran back to her dorm.
She locked her door up and looked outside her window and found him nervously scratch the back of his neck with that dimpled smile on his face and look around. His eyes stopped when he looked at her figure at the window and waved at her. She waved her hand back at him with the same enthusiasm as he gave her one last bright smile before walking away.
She had a lot to think about and a lot of pending assignments and a hell of lecture from her best friend for leaving her at the party like that but she couldn't care less as she sighed and let herself fall on her bed to escape to her world of dreams.
— WIP 𐙚 lady beetle | knj
pairing: situationship!namjoon x oc
about: namjoon is a patient man, and he wants you to be the same.
word count: 0.404
note: so i decided to make my babies happy and post a TEASERRRR of my upcoming one shot with kim namjoon himself. since i can't reveal the surprise about what this fic is about, i thought i'd post a little something to get you all even more excited about it. <3 SEE YOU ON SUNDAY MWAH.
warnings: nipple play, praise kink, namjoon is a dangerous man, patience game.
He smirks, that cheek cleft enchanting you all over again. “If you want kisses, then kisses is what you’re gonna get.”
Your smile lengthens until your cheeks hurt, heated. “I want kisses. Lots of kisses. On different places of my body, too.”
Namjoon retreats back to your neck, peppering kisses along that column. You whimper, hands hurrying to undo the button of his pants, desperate and arbitrary. But with a disapproving noise, Namjoon stops your hasty movements. Pins your hands behind your back.
“Patience,” he whispers, gliding his lips across the kisses he left behind. Your skin prickles with goosebumps against him, your nipples so stiffened that they ache, and, most unfortunately, you moan softly in impatience. “You’re gonna learn what true patience is, little beetle.”
Color heats your cheeks and as you grin, you bite your bottom lip. “Be my teacher, Namjoon.”
He chokes out a groan, dizzied by the idea, one that fades into your yelp when he unexpectedly turns you around and pushes your back against his chest, your arms long and criss-crossed behind you, hands flat against his cock.
Something tells you this lesson will be one of great difficulty for you. And great pleasure.
Namjoon cups your jaw, swivels your head to face him a little. “Where do you want those kisses?”
Your quivering breath fans out across his big hand. “On my nipples.”
At your quick answer, he makes a sound of approval and with a feathery-light touch he sails his knuckles down the right side of your chest, from your collarbone down to the beginning of your supple breast, where he stops his voyage to study your reaction. As much as you’d die for his fingers to go a little lower, you keep your tremors in tact. Even your fingers remain obedient, relaxed in their position and not tempting his temper. You close your eyes, try your bestest to hold it while you wait it out, and your slick by now creates a pool between your feet. Namjoon’s cock twitches at your goodness and he sighs a little praise into your ear, just for you to hear. It roots deeply in your gut, where it stirs the butterflies that are painted in the color of his eyes.
His knuckles descend lower and lower, stop at the apex of your nipple, and the nearness is enough for you to stoop in your desperation.
Something you shouldn’t have done.
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WIP masterlist
What's Wrong With Secretary Park?!
Synopsis• If balancing work and a stubborn ex-husband isn't hard enough, Let's add the boss’s seven sons falling head over heels for her to mix.
Category's• Romcon, Comedy, Office Au.
Duos• BTS X Reader
A spin-off of the original series ‘ What's Wrong With Secretary Kim’ Bangtan Edition! Starring the Handsome, Seo-Joon Park as the Ex husband.
There will be more parts but I didn’t want the title to be to long.
EP. One Two
“ Mrs. Park, Good Morning!”
“Mrs. Park, What does my schedule look like today?”
“Mrs. Park, Your coffee keeps me alive.”
In case you haven’t noticed, Park Yn, I’m the secretary to Jeon Sung-ho, the CEO of Dnd Parmatech, 85 percent of the time, newly build hospitals or centers use our funds as kickstarts. Daily I make schedules, appointments, filing documents, answering calls, and blah blah blah.
Is it boring? Yes, I know. However, quite refreshing coming from my hectic marriage. Once upon a time, I was wedded to the marvelous actor Park Seo-Joon for three years. I sat in the limelight and even had the privilege to play the part of his wife in movies. Sigh. Although the attention and riches were grand, no amount of expensive counseling could save our marriage. We never saw eye to eye on anything, and his short temper wasn’t helping.
Knowing my worth, I packed up and left without a doubt in my head. However, The documentation of our separation wasn’t finalized due to a certain one refusing to sign off on the divorce agreement. So physically, I’m still Mrs. Park but ain’t no piece of paper telling who I belong too.
Whatever! I have too much to focus on already! Game on, Game on! First, I got to get these papers approved and signed by Mr. Jeon then-
Buzz Buzz Buzz!
Who’s calling-
Speak of the devil. I could have sworn I deleted his contact a long time ago! “ What Seo-Joon? I’m busy-“
“ When is this little temper tantrum going to end? Darling, I think you made your point.”
“My point?! Listen here, You slimy son of-” Now, Now Yn calm down calm down don’t let him get a rise out you that just what he wants. A quick exhale should do the trick. “ Seo-Joon, I believe we reached an agreed on no type of communication unless it revolves around the settlement for the divorce.”
How is it possible I can physically see his snarky face?
Seo-Joon stretched out his list of complaints.” It’s been over a year. I miss your kisses, soft skin, that cute birthmark on your-“
“ You will not talk about such embarrassing things over the phone!” Thank goodness, Nobody was around to hear me shot like that.
“Why is this divorce still an issue?!” There goes that temper again-How whinny can one man be? “ If you don’t stop this, I will take matters into my own hands.”
I laughed. “ Ha, Seo-jerk, I’m not scared of you! Do your worst because It doesn’t matter if you drag me back home; it doesn’t subside the problem being over our marriage.” I feel like a broken record at this point. “ If this isn’t about the papers, this conversation is over, Mr. Park; please refrain from calling me again, goodbye.”
He chuckled and mumbled something along the lines of, “ Your cute acting cheeky like this.” The rest he continued louder “ Those delicate hands of yours were made to indulge in the finest silk and satin I can obtain, not working nine to five at whatever job hired a housewife with zero work ethic. I just know I haven’t touched your side of the room since that night- I love you, Mrs.Park, I always will.”
He hung up. You know, after he finished insulting my new lifestyle and calling me a useless housewife, the ‘ I love you’ bit at the end sounds sincere, but he is an actor! Of course.
Hmph! Just because I’m working for myself for one doesn’t mean I’m miserable. I’m actually in love with my job, It pays well with benefits, and I sat on my butt all day. If that pompous little bedazzled turd thinks making me the butt of his jokes will get me back in his arms, he has another thing coming!
“Um, Mrs. Park?”
“ What!” I snapped. “ Oh, Hoseok, I’m sorry!” I bowed my head; the poor thing nearly jumped out of his shoes.
Hoseok beamed his warm heart-shaped smile at me. “ Oppa is having a family meeting today; I guess I’m the first to show.”
I wasn’t informed about a meeting today from Mr.Jeon, maybe because it’s a family affair.
“Tada!” He cutely squeaks. A tasteful package breakfast alongside a tall cup of what I presume is a coffee from..’ Thanks Nature’!
“Oh my- Hobi, this cafe is across town-”
“I overhead Oppa scolding you for skipping meals one day and I’m here to do the same, don’t skip meals or else We will be hurt if something happens to you.” Hoseok pointed at the pack. “ Eat every bit.”
Hoseok displayed a small heart using his index finger and thumb, hopping off to his father’s double doors.
Mr. Jeon has seven sons in all. The man is a true saint; men like him and his sons are why I still believe not all men are dogs. After losing his wife to heart cancer, He just about went bankrupt, donating all he had to have found cures to multiple diseases hoping nobody else had to suffer his same heartbreak.
Love found him again in an orphanage just north of here, ‘Seoul Children Home.’ His first son, Kim Seokjin, at the time Jin was already in his teenage years, making it difficult for him to find a family due to the high demand of couples wanting a single-digit child. His birth family mistreated him, but he was beaten everywhere except his face to keep his handsome appearance. The family decided to put his money-maker to fair use and attempted to sell him. Seokjin saw his opportunity and high-tailed, landing himself in the orphanage where he happily lends a helping hand every chance he got. He learned how to read, write, cook, clean, and even tend to the tots when the nuns were busy.
This is how he met his slightly younger brothers, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, and Kim Namjoon; when being chosen for adoption, Seokjin refused to live without his baby brothers by his side.
“ Hello, Noona!”
Oh, Look just in time, “ Hello, You’re father is in his office.”
Namjoon eyed my edible gift from Hobi and raised his eyebrow as well as a question. “ So this is why Hyung left so early in the morning for-and I hope you’re having a good morning, Noona.”
I’m not older than them. Why do they call me Noona? Do I look old!?
“ Yn, Good morning! How are you!” Jin greeted me with English this morning. He must have been practicing with Namjoon lately.
“ I’m Fine. Seokjin.”
“Chu.” He blew a kiss my way. “ You’re not fine. You’re amazeing.”
“Amazing.” Namjoon corrected for the sidelines.
“Same thing.”
“Pronunciation is everything, Hyung.”
They stopped halfway from their dad’s office. Jin grinned. Wait, I know that smile; oh no, here comes a dad joke.
“ Hey, Namjoon-You know the reason I took the elevator instead of the stairs?”
Namjoon sighed. “ No, why?”
"I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something." Jin burst out laughing and clapped his hands.
I giggled not from the joke, but Jin has a contagious laugh.
“See, Yn has good taste.”
A slow deep groan entered the office belonging to Yoongi, lagging. “ I heard that terrible joke from the elevator.” Yoongi waved and leaned against my desk. “ Good Morning.”
“Good Morning.”
There was an awkward pause before Yoongi tapped my desk and pointed to his dad’s office from walking that way.
“Yoon-Yoongi!?”
He turned back towards me.
“ I have something for you. I packed it up on the way here.” Getting off my butt, I walked up and gave him a bottle of his favorite black ice coffee. Ew. I don’t know how he drinks it with no cream or sugar.
Yoongi smiled his gummy smile. “ Thank you for thinking of me.”
“You’re welcome.” And off he goes into the office as well.
Yoongi isn’t the biggest fan of human interaction, but he put forth an endeavor towards me, whether it’s a light ‘ Hi or Hello” or the simplicity of a wave. I admire his gusto. Sidenote, He’s so adorable-I know I know I shouldn’t be gushing over my boss’s son, but his chubby cheeks and almond eyes melt my heart like butter on toast!
Ahem-I better get back to answering those emails and drink this beautiful cup of expensive mud before it gets lukewarm. Yummy, The delectable taste is a boost of serotonin! I really should get to work buuut Hobi did command me to get every last bit and technically he is my boss through some type of weird relative aspect. He is the boss.
Just in a moment of seconds, The breakfast and drink was trash. Something that good should be sinful. I feel terrible I should have saved some for the babies; they would have some, especially Jungkook.
The babies should be here any minute.
True Self - Part 3 (Final)
Fandom: BTS Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader Genre: Fluff and Angst Warning: None I hope so... Word Count: 1k Words Note: Please bear it in mind that it’s totally fictional. I tried my best to include some of the aspects of Namjoon in here. Personally I think, Namjoon is one of the best men to ever exist. Wish I could do him justice.
Summary: When everything seemed like they’re falling apart, you figure out Namjoon’s true self, making you fall in love with him...
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]
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We were finally having the vacation on our own as Namjoon had promised. I was relieved to be seemingly far away from the world, Namjoon by my side without anyone to interfere, relaxing peacefully after some stressful days.
I was sleeping better being cuddled up with Namjoon at night. Waking up next to him was the most comforting experience. Just watching him sleep with his mouth slightly open could make my day better.
I realized I was noticing his very small habits and I found them adorable. One of them, which I was absolutely in love with, was seeing him read. Every morning he would read for at least an hour and sometimes more. I would occasionally accompany him and read too. Sometimes I would sit beside and watch him read for hours.
We would go to art museums together and interpreted them in our own ways. Once we became so passionate about our views that we ended up having a heated discussion. But we made up at night when I bought him gummy bears.
We would watch dramas or movies together at night. Usually he would let me pick up my favorite movies to watch. Even there, we wouldn’t shut up about putting forward our theories and analyzing characters.
This creative and liberal way of thinking was something I appreciated the most in him. I was glad he didn’t think of me as crazy because I was always too obsessed over fictional worlds. Sometimes, I scared myself thinking that everything was a dream and one day I would wake up to find out that there was no existence of him and all of it were actually my imagination.
But we surely had our differences. Even though it might sound petty, a huge incident took place due to this. And it was hilarious.
Namjoon had planned to surprise me by taking me blindfolded to the seaside where there were a lot of crabs. And let me get this straight; he absolutely loved crabs while I absolutely hated them.
As soon as the blindfold was taken off, I was screaming and jumping as if my feet was on fire. Namjoon was too confused for a whole minute until he realized I was screaming in fear and not because I was excited to see them. Finally Namjoon had to give me a piggy ride from the seashore back to the hotel.
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We were sitting at the beach waiting for the sunset. I was a little upset since it was our last day of the vacation. I wasn't ready to go back just then.
"What are you thinking about, darling?" Namjoon asked as I rested my head on his shoulder.
"About how life is going to be like once we go back." I sighed.
He placed his hand on my head softly, caressing my hair, "you worry a little too much about the future."
"Can't help it." I shrugged my shoulder.
"I have a proposal to make." He sat straight facing me, "I want you to hear me out."
I nodded, letting him know that he had my full attention.
"I did a little thinking," He said, "not little, a lot of thinking actually."
"About what?"
"About us." He took my hands in his, "I will make it official."
"What?" My eyes were wide in shock.
"Yeah," He said rather calmly, "I know my fans. They will always support me. No matter what!"
I was silent, unable to believe what I was hearing. My heart was beating fast. I was afraid. Afraid because I feared I would lose him.
"Now, here's my real proposal." He squeezed my hands softly, "Will you come stay with me?"
"Are you sure about all these?" I asked.
"Of course, darling. It's about time we made our decisions for our sakes. I don't want to hide away anymore. Let's face it together."
I nodded again. "But I don't want to lose you." I couldn't hold it back.
"Why are you worried about losing me, darling?"
I shrugged my shoulders again. We remained silent for some time.
"Look!" He pointed at the sky, "The sun's setting already. So, shall we kiss, now?"
I laughed out at this. Then, he cupped my face in his huge hands and leaned to kiss me.
When he let go, I said, "Yes, I will stay with you."
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At first I was overwhelmed by all the attention from the media and my surrounding as well. My friends who were out of touch for a long time started to check on me, asking me all sorts of questions regarding Namjoon and other members.
But like Namjoon had said, I got used to it eventually. I started to receive lots of love from his fans too. They started to appreciate Namjoon’s decision and respected our privacy.
Now, I had moved to live with him on his house. It wasn’t very far away from mine. So that, my mother and sister would occasionally come to pay us a visit and I could go back too.
The wildest experience I had in my entire life was going to the tour with Namjoon. It was so exciting and exhausting at the same time. I got closer to the other members too. Seeing them from up close, I was really fascinated by the strong bond they share.
I saw the emotions that filled Namjoon up every time after a performance. He loved his fans very much and they meant a lot to him. I considered myself very lucky to get to know this side of him.
Namjoon always liked to work on his music alone. So, I would always let him be and didn’t bother him in any ways. But one day, he asked me to accompany him while he worked.
I said, “But I thought you like working alone.”
“Yeah,” he said, “But sometimes it gets a little lonely in there. I want you by my side for the new song I’m working on.”
“Why?” I asked, “Is it about me?”
“Don’t worry,” Namjoon smiled and said, “You’ll be the first to know.”
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“It’s so hot,” I said, breathing heavily, “Let’s go back.”
“C’mon,” Namjoon pouted, “A few more hours, please.”
“A few more hours?” I gasped, “I’m gonna pass out anytime now.”
Namjoon stopped his bike in front of a store. We both got down and went inside to get some cold drinks and ice creams. It was a rather hot summer day. Namjoon had planned to take me to a bike ride to nowhere since he took some time off work after a long time.
“Mint chocolate!” he exclaimed in disgust, “I can’t believe you like this flavor.”
“Thank God I tried it with Hobi,” I said sarcastically, “it’s my favorite one now.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes and said, “I hope our children don’t get your taste in foods.”
“What did you say?” I stopped licking my ice cream.
“You heard me.” He stood up, “Now let’s get moving.”
Once again we were back on the road. Namjoon riding aimlessly forward, speeding up by the time. I hugged him tighter from behind. The wind was rushing towards my face blowing my hair which were sticking out from the helmet. At that moment I had a sudden urge to say it to Namjoon.
“I love you.” I said.
“What?” he was shouting through the sound of the blowing wind, “Did you say something? I couldn’t hear you.”
“I said,” I screamed at the top of my lungs, “I LOVE YOU KIM NAMJOON.”
Yes. It was my first time confessing to him.
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Santa Baby: Namjoon x Reader One Shot
Just a fun festive Namjoon one shot for you all to enjoy this holiday season! Get ready for all the naughty Christmas puns. Leave a like or comment to me know what you think!
{Main Pairings:} Kim Namjoon x Female Reader
{Rating:} 18+
{Word Count:} 6,000
{Genre:} Christmas Fluff + Smut
{Summary:} There is nothing better than relaxing at home on Christmas morning cuddled up to the man you love, especially if that man is the embodiment of Santa himself.
{Warnings:} Smut, Fluff, Sexual Content, Language, Oral, Temperature Play, Santa Namjoon, Magic, Naughty Christmas Puns
A glacial winter wind swirls outside your kitchen windows as you peer beyond the curtains to find tall spruces sprinkled with snow, your front lawn covered in a blanket of fluffy white snow. As you rest your palms against the countertop, you ponder the scene outside, admiring the twinkle of decorative lights hanging from the varying rooftops down the block as they mimic the silhouette of icicles.
The kitchen is full of warmth radiating from the oven as it heats the space around you, the fireplace also aids in heating the interior of the house from the frigid cold whipping outside. The glow of the embers helps in creating a cozy atmosphere as instrumental Christmas carols project from the Bluetooth device nestled on your kitchen countertop. You gently hum along to one of your favorite Christmas songs, enjoying the festive moment alone as you turn your attention back to the sugar cookies you were decorating.
You start to meticulously pipe a pattern onto the flat cookies, distracting yourself in the details before you add a variety of colorful sprinkles for a festive flare to your baked treats. Every so often, you turn your attention to the pot of Korean dumpling soup simmering on the stove top, knowing the warm meal would be the perfect remedy to soothe away the frosty chill of the early morning.
You woke up early after spending most of Christmas Eve on your own, enjoying the time to relax and unwind from the chaotic reunion your family held the previous day. It was easy to keep yourself busy as you baked and cooked, eager to see Namjoon, your long-term boyfriend, would soon be home from his busiest shift of the year.
It’s been a couple of years since you first met, your first encounter being late one Christmas Eve as you found yourself stranded at an airport. A fierce snowstorm caused delays and cancellations, preventing you from catching your flight back home for the holidays. You never imagined you’d meet a handsome stranger at the small coffee shop hidden in your terminal, the layover allowing you countless hours to talk and get to know each other while awaiting your flight.
While you enjoyed getting to know such a man as Namjoon, the despair of being trapped in an airport on Christmas Eve made you feel helpless. Weather reports raved about how this would be the snowstorm of a century as the forecast continued to worsen as more and more flights became delayed and canceled. Despite the sorrow of the looking reality that you wouldn’t be home to see your family for Christmas, you continued to engage in conversation with Namjoon. You never imagined you would open up as much as you did to such a complete stranger.
After hours of waiting and becoming increasingly more hopeless, the storm suddenly faded away, completely clearing along the entire east coast of the country. After some preparations, your flight resumed, biding your newfound companion adieu. With a quick exchange of phone numbers, you were off to your flight leaving him behind. That was the very first time you experienced the magic of a Christmas miracle, never knowing that the man you would soon fall in love with was responsible for it all.
The time spent together has since enlightened you on the secrets hidden behind Namjoon’s perfect physique and charming personality. Not only was he incredibly intelligent and dedicated to you but he was also fun and lighthearted. Not to mention, he has the perks of being Santa Claus.
As you continue about your baking, you recall the first conversation you had with him upon discovering his life-changing secret. He wasn’t the jolly old fat man that lived in the North Pole with his many elves and reindeer. He was a normal man, just like any other with the single exception of inheriting the ability to manifest the magic that creates Christmas miracles and delivers blessings of all sorts to good little boys and girls. He was the famous man in the red suit, except his was simply just to shield him from the cold.
You feel a smile tug at your lips as you imagine all of the smiles of children around the world waking up to find their heart’s desire wrapped up in a bow beneath their Christmas tree, honored to know that the man responsible was on his way home to you from his busiest night of the year.
As you finish decorating the final cookies, placing them neatly on a decorative plate to set on the dining room table, you notice it’s already a few hours into Christmas morning. Given the journey across the varying time zones, Namjoon should be arriving home at any moment to enjoy the remainder of the early morning with you before resting for the majority of the day. You could go to sleep and leave him to his late-night schedule; however you figured if he was out making miracles, the least you could do was have a hot and delicious meal awaiting his return as a welcoming surprise.
You hum happily as you move about the kitchen, glancing over at the crockpot that was slowly mulling over a homemade spiced apple toddy. You smile at the delectable aroma wafting through the air as you lift the lid slightly to examine the contents inside. It isn’t much longer until you hear the front door swing open, the howling wind echoing through the house as Namjoon shuffles inside.
You quickly cover the toddy as you wipe your hands against the ruffled apron hanging from your hips, a cozy sweater adorning your torso as you comfortably lounge about the house in a pair of simple leggings. Your toes are nestled in a pair of warm Sherpa slippers, keeping you cozy and relaxed as you move to welcome your man.
You turn the corner of the open concept layout of your home, crossing the living room before spotting Namjoon standing by the door, speckles of freshly fallen snow decorating the crimson velvet of his coat as he slowly tugs the fabric from his towering frame. He’s wearing a plain black long-sleeve shirt beneath it, a pair of suspenders keeping his trousers comfortably on his hips as he leans forward to slip off his boots. You can’t help but gawk at the sight, feeling immensely lucky to have this wonderfully built man gracing your presence every day.
“Well well well…If it isn’t dear old Santa Claus.” You hum happily, leaning against the frame of the archway leading from the living room to the foyer, your arms crossing in front of your chest. A smirk crawls against your lips, tugging at the corners of your mouth as you watch Namjoon’s jaw tense from the name you just spoke.
His eyes darken as he peers up at you in annoyance, tilting his head to offer up the most ingenuine laugh. “Ha ha, very funny, Y/N.” Namjoon was quite the patient man, however, if there was one thing he despised the most, it was being called Santa Claus.
Namjoon knew of the many cultures that celebrated this time of year with the belief of Santa Claus and his sleigh of magical flying reindeer. He knew of the elaborate tales of the North Pole spun by society as a way to make revenue and capitalize on the marketing of such whimsical beliefs. It was all a fabricated image to help adults cope with the unexplainable, losing faith in magic and miracles whilst children continued the tradition.
Namjoon’s responsibility is to help people believe in the magic of the holidays again, working diligently to deliver miracle upon miracle to those who sought the path of living as decent human beings and interacting appropriately in society. He rewarded the kindness of children and helped maintain the essence of innocence that was so easily lost in this ever-changing world that so desperately sought to engulf whatever good remained.
His yearly efforts to deliver gifts to deserving children and maintain the image of Santa came with the unfortunate reality that everyone thought him to be an old, fat man with a long white beard.
You tut in amusement, pushing off the wall with your foot to take a quick stride toward the love of your life, eager to pull him into a warm embrace after an evening of solitude without him. “Aren’t I supposed to sit on Santa’s lap?” You push off the tip of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him closer to you, his hands latching onto your waist.
The tension in his jaw diminishes as he flashes his charming smile, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk. “Actually, you’re supposed to be on the top of the Christmas tree, angel.” Your nose scrunches from the cringe of your helpless holiday puns, the glimmer in Namjoon’s stare a clear indication that he’s equally as amused.
“Or I can be one of your presents, and get laid beneath it.” You respond without missing a beat, winking dramatically as pride swells in your chest from getting him to crack a smile. Namjoon’s dimples concave against his cheeks, a chuckle escaping his lips as he tightens his grip around your waist.
“You enjoy this Santa nonsense far too much, Y/N.” He complains with a soft groan despite secretly enjoying the sudden sprinkle of comedy. You shrug your shoulders, completely unashamed by your corny Christmas puns as you watch Namjoon lean forward to place a gentle kiss upon your lips. His mouth is familiar territory, his affection warming you from the inside out as your heart seems to fill with the comfort of his company.
Your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in his taste, your fingertips digging through the silver strands of hair adorning the crown of his head. You hear another soft groan rumble against your lips, this time exposing his satisfaction in the kiss as the loud grumble of his stomach interrupts your tender moment.
Namjoon pulls back from your lips to peer over your shoulder, spotting a plate of freshly baked sugar cookies as the smell of mulled wine wafts through the living room. His smile fades rapidly as he recalls the numerous amounts of cookies and various glasses of milk displayed for Santa on his travels, silently hoping there was something else to snack on after an evening in the cold.
You peer over your shoulder to follow his line of vision, settling your stare on the plate of cookies as you decipher his expression. A prideful smile tugs at your lips as you run your palms down his wonderfully muscular arms, shamefully feeling them up as you venture down to take hold of his hands. “Don’t worry…” You grin as you begin guiding him into the kitchen to present the delicious meal awaiting him on the stovetop. “I made mandu-guk. Figured it’d warm you up.”
Namjoon’s features illuminate in jubilation, his tongue running against his bottom lip as he locks eyes with you, moving to cup your face within his palms. “I fucking love you, you know that?” He purrs, crashing his mouth against yours to place a soul-sucking kiss upon your lips.
Your mind swirls from his intensity as your body ignites from the sudden foul language mumbling from his lips. You practically drown in his affection, feeling dizzy as you relish in his touch, helplessly letting out a moan of pleasure as his hands explore your frame. It isn’t long until you're panting against his mouth, your lips swollen from his treatment as your forehead presses gently against his.
You gather your thoughts with a sigh after being left in complete shambles from his declaration of love, watching him pull away to move towards the cabinets. You quickly return from your daze as you skip to block his path, holding out your arms to prevent him from moving further into the kitchen. “No no no, I will serve you.” You insist, watching as you anticipate Namjoon’s rebuttal. You cut him off before he can speak. “Go sit down, you literally made your way around the entire planet tonight. The least I can do is make you a plate.”
“Y/N, you don’t need to…”
“I want to.” You smile, pushing against his broad chest with your palms as you shoo him off. “Go! Or you’ll be on my naughty list.” You glare at him with a point of your finger, desperately holding back a laugh as you watch him roll his eyes in mild annoyance.
He tosses his hands up in defeat, reluctantly retreating to take a seat in the living room as he clicks his tongue. You spin around on your heel as you seek out a bowl and chopsticks from the cabinets and drawers, eager to serve your man a delicious bowl of dumpling soup after a long night of being Santa.
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The comfort of the plush sofa cushions supporting your limbs allows you to rest your head against Namjoon’s shoulder, molding into his embrace seamlessly as he holds you against his body. Your bellies are stuffed full of dumplings and mulled wine as you enjoy the dim flickers of the fireplace and the twinkling lights laced throughout the towering spruce sitting in the corner of the living room.
You sigh happily as you focus on the deep rhythmic heartbeat thumping within Namjoon’s rib cage, feeling tranquil as your irises focus on the dancing flames and sparking embers of the fireplace. All you can hear is the crackling of the wood burning alongside his pulse, feeling thankful for the serenity.
You shudder as Namjoon’s fingertips brush against your shoulder, drawing slow circles against your arm as you both enjoy the tender moment alone. You finally peer up at him through your thick lashes, determined to finally break the silence. “I have something for you.” You speak with excitement, eagerly shifting in your position to sit up and face the man of your dreams.
Namjoon’s brow pulls up in a questioning glance as he adjusts himself to sit up straight from having leaned back against the back of the couch. “You do?” There was a youthful elation morphed with the usual raspy quality of his voice, the sound smooth as honey as you push off the couch to move towards the Christmas tree. (Loves!) You spot a red envelope tucked within the branches, plucking it from its hold as you practically skip back towards Namjoon.
Your eyes settle upon the faint glimpse of morning light as you peer out towards the horizon outside your window. The snowfall ceased as the first hints of sunrise peak through the houses of your neighborhood, a smile stretching on your lips at the fact that you’re spending Christmas morning with the man who embodied Santa himself.
“It’s nothing big.” You comment as you grip the envelope with both of your hands, holding it out to him as you take a seat beside him.
Namjoon accepts your offering, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips as he slowly fiddles with the folds of the envelope. “You didn’t need to get me anything. I’m just happy to come home to you.” He admits charmingly, his fingers tugging out the confinements of your gift. He pauses as his eyes scan the pair of tickets now nestled in his grip, examining the text as he catches sight of the words, MoMA Museum.
“What’s this?” His features scrunch as he continues to examine the tickets. If there was one thing Namjoon often talked about it was his desire to travel with you and show you the world. You figure the best gift you could give him would be just that, an opportunity for you both to explore new places while doing things you enjoy.
“Well, I figured since your busy season is over we could take a trip to New York.” You beam, shrugging your shoulders as he continues observing the pair of tickets in his hands. “I know you love museums. What better museum to visit in New York than MoMA?”
Your heart somersaults as you watch Namjoon’s dimples return to his handsome features, his eyes bright with animation. “Y/N, this is amazing.” His voice causes your cheeks to ache from the smile plaguing your face, thankful to see his exhilaration for such a trip. “I can’t wait to go with you.” He quickly leans forward to place the tickets on the coffee table, wrapping his hand around the back of your head to guide you back in for another affectionate kiss.
You can’t help but smile against his lips as his hand laces through your hair, his body eliminating the remaining proximity between you as your arms wrap around his shoulders. Your eyes close as you savor his taste while his mouth gently latches onto your bottom lip, sucking the flesh gently as you feel a chill shoot through your limbs. This man knows exactly what to do to have you melting in his palms.
Before you can return his affection, he’s pulling away from you, leaving you pressing forward in search of his absence. Your eyes flutter open to see he is no longer sitting beside you on the couch, peering up to find him standing before you, extending an open hand. “I have something for you too.”
Your head instinctually tilts to the side in curiosity, finding his stare as you hesitantly accept his hand, allowing him to pull you up from the comfort of your seat. His lips tug into a sly smirk, his dimples shining through his coy expression as his hands find solace on your hips. “You need to close your eyes.” He whispers temptingly, moving a hand up to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear to expose your eyes to him.
You narrow your stare, grinning as if nervous to trust him given his suspicious demeanor. You hesitantly obey, shutting your eyes to conceal yourself in darkness as you listen to him shuffle before you. What could this man possibly give you that he hasn’t already? He has given you the world by simply giving you his heart, what else could you need? You continue to let your mind swirl in curiosity as you feel him grasp one of your hands in his palm.
“Alright, open them.”
There is a slight tremor in his tone as you suck in a breath to ease your building nerves before letting out a sigh, flicking your eyes open to a sight that causes your jaw to unhinge. Namjoon is no longer standing before you, perched on one knee below you as your irises flick down to find his loving stare piercing into your soul. He’s holding your right hand while his other arm rests on his knee, his fluffy silver strands hanging just above his eyes.
“Y/N…I can’t imagine spending my Christmas mornings with anyone else.” He begins as you are suddenly faced with the realization of your predicament. “I’ve waited my entire life for you. The moment I saw you, I knew you were my Mrs. Claus.” He continues, chuckling nervously at his cheesy reference, unable to hold back your own bubbling giggle. Your heart swells from the bright-eyed expression he stares at you with, his jaw tensing up at the severity of his actions. “Would you make me the luckiest man in the world? Y/N…Will you marry me?”
Tears haze your vision as you hold back a sob of happiness, watching in awe as Namjoon holds out his free palm, whisps of crystallized sparkles swirling around as a jewelry box magically appears in his hand. Inside the velvet box is a beautifully displayed ring, a princess-cut diamond reflecting all of the shimmers of freshly fallen snow. You clasp your free hand over your mouth as you hold back sobs of joy, nodding helplessly as you choke back your tears. You’re too overwhelmed to find the words to speak, finally choking out a “yes” as you lean forward to wrap your arms around his built frame.
Namjoon beams from your response, his fingers spreading against your back as he holds you close, pulling back to witness your tear-stained cheeks. He chuckles at your response, rubbing the pad of his thumb to wipe away your tears. “I love you, Y/N.” He presses a kiss to your temple as he releases your hand to retrieve the ring, sliding the extravagant piece of jewelry onto your ring finger.
You gawk at the sight of it, stunned to see how dainty it felt on your finger compared to the visual appearance of it. “Namjoon, It’s beautiful.” Your mind is still reeling at the reality that you’ve just agreed to marry the man that is Kim Namjoon.
“Not as beautiful as you.” He counters, standing up to grip your hips and pulling your body flush against his. He crashes his lips back to yours, shamelessly savoring you as a moan escapes your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, pushing up on your tiptoes to meet his height.
Namjoon groans as you both deepen the kiss, letting your tongues break through the seam of your lips, eager to drown in each other’s affection. Namjoon presses his forehead against yours as you pull away, your lips swollen from his love as you pant to catch your breath.
“Think I can live up to Mrs. Claus?” You ask with a mischievous grin, running your tongue against your bottom lip.
Namjoon’s voice is deep as his eyes darken, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks. “Oh trust me, Mrs. Claus got nothing on you.” He’s staring at you as if you’re his next meal, your body shuddering from the implications of his tone, hoping the remainder of your night would be tangled with the man that engulfed your body with an insatiable need. Luckily for you, your wish is granted as he cups his hand beneath your ass, lifting you up as he encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist.
“Tonight definitely won’t be a silent night.” He brazenly admits, smirking naughtily as he begins guiding you toward your bedroom. You roll your eyes at yet another attempt at a pun, suddenly noticing the serious expression behind his tone. You gulp in anticipation, your eyes widening as he licks his lip lecherously.
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Your body plops against the plush duvet of your king-size bed, the creamy softness of the sheets engulfing your limbs as Namjoon peers at you from his position standing at the foot of the bed. He tosses you down against the mattress top with every intention of ravaging your body like a present ready to be torn open on Christmas morning, tugging the fuzzy fabric of your sweater from your torso to reveal an intricate red lace bralette. His mind swirls in a lustful haze spurred by your acceptance of his marriage proposal, fueling his desire to claim you as his own while he devours the sight of your chest wrapped in the bright red fabric.
You push yourself up against your elbows, peering over your chest to find his dark stare coursing over your body as his large hands grip at the waistband of your leggings. Namjoon is eagerly anticipating the view beneath as he tugs them down gently from your frame, his length twitching in excitement at the sight of your matching lingerie set, relishing in the festive flare of your attire.
“Did I make it on your nice list?” You tease with a flutter of your lashes, smirking as you take in his perfectly chiseled appearance. You smile as you mule over the new status he holds of being your fiancé.
As you let the thought mule over in your head, his sudden intensity snaps you back into the moment. “Fuck the nice list.” He huffs, tugging the suspenders from his shoulders and letting them hang off the sides of his waist.
You gulp back your arousal as you watch him yank off his sweater, disregarding it completely as he tosses it to the side as you gawk over his physique. You hum happily in the back of your throat, biting your lip to sedate your growing sexual appetite as your eyes flicker down to spot Namjoon’s hardening length within his trousers. “Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Your smile widens in amusement as Namjoon’s jaw clenches, his chin protruding from his bubbling irritation.
“I don’t know, angel. Why don’t you get on your knees and find out?” He hisses, stepping back to allow you just enough space to sit up on the edge of the bed and slide down till your knees hit the plush surface of the carpet nestled at the foot of the bed.
His eyes narrow as you lick your lips at the thought of his member, your fingers helplessly clawing at his trousers to button them and tug them from his waist to let his arousal spring free. You’re met with the sight of his dick engorged and angry for attention, always amazed by the size of him each time you’re reminded of his manhood.
He peers down at you, letting a hand gently grip your chin as he tilts your head back to stare up at him from your position on the floor. “Wanna be my little helper?” He raises a brow in excitement, eager for your response as you nod shamelessly, submitting to his desires as your hands find home on his thighs. “Then open up, angel.”
You comply, letting your mouth encase the tip of his cock, which in turn sends his head back in ecstasy. “Fuck, Y/N. Your mouth feels so good.” He groans, digging his palms into your hair to massage your scalp as you begin to take as much of his length into your mouth as possible. Your confidence skyrockets as you drag another groan from his lips, his hips surging forward instinctually as you gag on his cock. “Shit…”
You adjust yourself as tears prickle in the corners of your eyes from the gagging sensation, completely unfazed as you continue to bob your head forward and back while sucking his length as if you're savoring the sweetest candy imaginable. “That’s it Y/N, just like that.”
The taste of him has you moaning against his dick, the vibrations of your arousal stimulating him even more as his muscles flex from the building pressure in his cock, desperate to spew his warm cum all over your tongue. Your muscle works to lick his length while your mouth tightens around him, his grip on your hair tightening as his hips begin to fuck your mouth with only a single warning of his undoing. “I’m gonna cum.” He grits between clenched teeth as his moans signal his orgasm, his thick warm seed sliding down your throat as you happily swallow his taste. “Ah fuck, Y/N. You’re so perfect.”
Your tongue licks up any residue threatening to spill from his tip as you stand back up, relieving the tension of the floor digging into your kneecaps. A prideful smile is stretched across your lips as Namjoon moves forward to lay you back onto the bed, crawling over you with haste as he seeks out your lips as if they were his only salvation. Your mind hardly has time to process that you’re back on the bed before he’s caging you against the mattress with a hand on either side of your head.
Namjoon’s hand slips between the pair of you as he dives into your panties to press the pads of his large fingers against your swollen clit, relishing in the gasps that leave your lips. “Oh my god…” You moan as your head rolls back against the bed, letting out a pleasurable sigh as he works to stimulate your core without warning of preparation. Luckily you're soaked from the arousal of going down on your man, allowing him easy access to getting your body ready for him.
“Hmm, nice and wet for me, Y/N.” He tuts happily, moving to hover his face just above your breasts as he trails kisses down your neck. He pauses as he avoids your voluptuous mounds, moving his head farther down to start feathering kisses down your abdomen as his fingers rub gentle tight circles against your most intimate region.
You shamelessly sing his praise as your stomach becomes tight with anticipation, your words spurring him on as he slips his fingers back to gently press into you, feeling your velvet walls suffocating his digits as he easily pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Namjoon…Shit baby.”
Namjoon’s smirk grows wider as a smug look crosses his face from the sounds he’s eliciting from you, eager to slip in another finger to stretch you out for him. “Stretch for me, Y/N.” His raspy voice deepens as you feel the pressure between your legs, the knot in your stomach tightening as you pant with need, desperate to cascade down the slopes of your orgasm that crashes into you as Namjoon continues to pump his fingers despite the rush of liquid collecting between your legs.
“Fuck…” You breathe out, your limbs weakening as Namjoon proceeds to drag his fingers from your pussy, tugging down your panties to quickly discard them without a care as they are tossed from the bed.
“Damn, Y/N. You’re so fucking perfect.” He praises you, your heart swelling at his compliment as you push up on your elbows to meet his gaze. He moves like silk, skillfully maneuvering his hands around your torso to unhinge the clasp of your bra, tugging the alluringly colored lingerie to the side as he takes in the jaw-dropping sight of your naked body sprawled about the bed. “So beautiful.”
Your cheeks flush red from the heat of your orgasm and the blush of his words, watching as he continues to trap you beneath him, caging you under his body. He leans forward to hover his mouth just above your breasts, letting the warmth of his breath dance across the skin on your nipple before smiling maliciously. He blows a soft puff of air towards one of your nipples, a crystalized glimmer accompanying a frosty swirl of flurries as the pert bud hardens from the sudden chilled sensation. A shiver courses through your limbs as Namjoon utilizes his magic to blow another stream of flurries down the center of your chest.
Before you can dwell in the cold, his mouth encases your hard nipple, the warmth of his tongue soothing the goosebumps that appear across your skin, your body shuddering from the rapid change in temperature on such a sensitive part of you. You sigh in pleasure, running your hands down the length of his torso, letting your palms run against each perfectly toned muscle of his build.
He releases your nipple with a pop, grinning arrogantly as he pushes up to take in the sight of you beneath him. Your eyes feast on his physique once more, noticing his dick is hardened and ready for more attention as he continues to press kisses to various parts of your body.
You smirk maliciously, eager to throw one last holiday pun in while you can before things get any further. “Better wrap that present up before you give it to me.” Your irises glimmer with mischief as you watch Namjoon’s features harden in annoyance. He watches you, shaking his head as a slight chuckle escapes his lips at your endearing determination to rile him up.
“Oh trust me, angel. I’m gonna give it to you hard.” Namjoon admits brazenly as he lifts one of your legs straight up, running his lips against your inner thigh as he greedily kisses and nibbles against the plump flesh. You watch him, entranced by the way he manipulates your body as you watch him slide his arms around your thighs, tugging you back so your back end is flush against the edge of the bed.
Namjoon aligns his hips so that the tip of his member probes the entrance of your swollen pussy, sliding in easily as he pushes into you until he’s completely sheathed inside of your vagina. “Namjoon!” You scream from suddenly being impaled on his cock, Namjoon tugging against your thighs to pull your body flush against his hips.
“You feel amazing, Y/N.” He pants as your velvet walls adjust around him, suffocating his dick as he gently pulls back out before thrusting himself back in. He pauses once again, savoring every sensation of his slow methodical thrusts, your body lurching in pleasure each time he slides himself back out before ramming back in.
“Fuck me faster, Namjoon.” You cry out, desperate to feel the build of your orgasm as he forces you to endure his deliciously slow torment. He’s holding your legs out, his fingers gripped around your ankles to prevent you from taking matters into your own hands, laying there defenseless.
He throws his head back with a groan at the sweet sound of you begging for him to fuck you faster, practically growling as he picks up the speed of his hips. “You want my dick like this?” He asked through short breaths, snapping his hips as the sound of his balls slapping against your drenched core echoes around you.
“Yes, Namjoon!” You moan, feeling your mind spin with pleasure as the crown of your head presses against the mattress, your hands clinging onto whatever you can possibly grab onto, feeling wonderfully full as Namjoon ruthlessly pounds into you.
“Cum for me, Y/N.” He commands, his teeth clenched, jaw tight as your walls throb from the stimulation, feeling your body clench before convulsing around him, horrified by the amount of liquid between your legs. A couple more thrusts and he meets his own undoing, shooting warm strings of cum to coat your velvet walls, letting his head fall against your forehead as he releases your legs, letting them fall limp across the edge of the bed.
His weight crushes you as he lets his body relax from his release, shifting to lean on his arm to lay beside you, admiring the coloration of your cheeks spurred by his ministrations. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He grins happily, placing a kiss on your temple as he lets his head drop against the duvet to recover from the exertion of his actions.
You lay in a euphoric state, suddenly recalling the stunning ring adorning your finger. You lift your hand to admire the Christmas present, smiling as you tilt your head to the side to find the love of your life lying beside you. “That’s Mrs. Claus to you.” You grin mischievously, watching his eyes narrow despite the appearance of his dimples against his cheeks as a smile invades his lips.
“As long as you're mine, I’ll call you whatever you want.” He hums happily, wrapping an arm around your waist to tug you on top of him, not giving a damn about the mess between the pair of you.
You feel as if you're floating, peering into his eyes with complete admiration as you lean forward to press a passionate kiss to his lips. “I love you too, Namjoon.” You add with a whisper, getting lost in another heated kiss. A glimmer of Namjoon’s magic sparkles against the ceiling above you to reveal a small green sprout blooming from the drywall, a glistening mistletoe hanging above you as you get lost in the passion of your loving embrace.
A little Santa Namjoon one shot for you to enjoy before Christmas! 😊
Santa Baby: Namjoon x Reader One Shot
Just a fun festive Namjoon one shot for you all to enjoy this holiday season! Get ready for all the naughty Christmas puns. Leave a like or comment to me know what you think!
{Main Pairings:} Kim Namjoon x Female Reader
{Rating:} 18+
{Word Count:} 6,000
{Genre:} Christmas Fluff + Smut
{Summary:} There is nothing better than relaxing at home on Christmas morning cuddled up to the man you love, especially if that man is the embodiment of Santa himself.
{Warnings:} Smut, Fluff, Sexual Content, Language, Oral, Temperature Play, Santa Namjoon, Magic, Naughty Christmas Puns
A glacial winter wind swirls outside your kitchen windows as you peer beyond the curtains to find tall spruces sprinkled with snow, your front lawn covered in a blanket of fluffy white snow. As you rest your palms against the countertop, you ponder the scene outside, admiring the twinkle of decorative lights hanging from the varying rooftops down the block as they mimic the silhouette of icicles.
The kitchen is full of warmth radiating from the oven as it heats the space around you, the fireplace also aids in heating the interior of the house from the frigid cold whipping outside. The glow of the embers helps in creating a cozy atmosphere as instrumental Christmas carols project from the Bluetooth device nestled on your kitchen countertop. You gently hum along to one of your favorite Christmas songs, enjoying the festive moment alone as you turn your attention back to the sugar cookies you were decorating.
You start to meticulously pipe a pattern onto the flat cookies, distracting yourself in the details before you add a variety of colorful sprinkles for a festive flare to your baked treats. Every so often, you turn your attention to the pot of Korean dumpling soup simmering on the stove top, knowing the warm meal would be the perfect remedy to soothe away the frosty chill of the early morning.
You woke up early after spending most of Christmas Eve on your own, enjoying the time to relax and unwind from the chaotic reunion your family held the previous day. It was easy to keep yourself busy as you baked and cooked, eager to see Namjoon, your long-term boyfriend, would soon be home from his busiest shift of the year.
It’s been a couple of years since you first met, your first encounter being late one Christmas Eve as you found yourself stranded at an airport. A fierce snowstorm caused delays and cancellations, preventing you from catching your flight back home for the holidays. You never imagined you’d meet a handsome stranger at the small coffee shop hidden in your terminal, the layover allowing you countless hours to talk and get to know each other while awaiting your flight.
While you enjoyed getting to know such a man as Namjoon, the despair of being trapped in an airport on Christmas Eve made you feel helpless. Weather reports raved about how this would be the snowstorm of a century as the forecast continued to worsen as more and more flights became delayed and canceled. Despite the sorrow of the looking reality that you wouldn’t be home to see your family for Christmas, you continued to engage in conversation with Namjoon. You never imagined you would open up as much as you did to such a complete stranger.
After hours of waiting and becoming increasingly more hopeless, the storm suddenly faded away, completely clearing along the entire east coast of the country. After some preparations, your flight resumed, biding your newfound companion adieu. With a quick exchange of phone numbers, you were off to your flight leaving him behind. That was the very first time you experienced the magic of a Christmas miracle, never knowing that the man you would soon fall in love with was responsible for it all.
The time spent together has since enlightened you on the secrets hidden behind Namjoon’s perfect physique and charming personality. Not only was he incredibly intelligent and dedicated to you but he was also fun and lighthearted. Not to mention, he has the perks of being Santa Claus.
As you continue about your baking, you recall the first conversation you had with him upon discovering his life-changing secret. He wasn’t the jolly old fat man that lived in the North Pole with his many elves and reindeer. He was a normal man, just like any other with the single exception of inheriting the ability to manifest the magic that creates Christmas miracles and delivers blessings of all sorts to good little boys and girls. He was the famous man in the red suit, except his was simply just to shield him from the cold.
You feel a smile tug at your lips as you imagine all of the smiles of children around the world waking up to find their heart’s desire wrapped up in a bow beneath their Christmas tree, honored to know that the man responsible was on his way home to you from his busiest night of the year.
As you finish decorating the final cookies, placing them neatly on a decorative plate to set on the dining room table, you notice it’s already a few hours into Christmas morning. Given the journey across the varying time zones, Namjoon should be arriving home at any moment to enjoy the remainder of the early morning with you before resting for the majority of the day. You could go to sleep and leave him to his late-night schedule; however you figured if he was out making miracles, the least you could do was have a hot and delicious meal awaiting his return as a welcoming surprise.
You hum happily as you move about the kitchen, glancing over at the crockpot that was slowly mulling over a homemade spiced apple toddy. You smile at the delectable aroma wafting through the air as you lift the lid slightly to examine the contents inside. It isn’t much longer until you hear the front door swing open, the howling wind echoing through the house as Namjoon shuffles inside.
You quickly cover the toddy as you wipe your hands against the ruffled apron hanging from your hips, a cozy sweater adorning your torso as you comfortably lounge about the house in a pair of simple leggings. Your toes are nestled in a pair of warm Sherpa slippers, keeping you cozy and relaxed as you move to welcome your man.
You turn the corner of the open concept layout of your home, crossing the living room before spotting Namjoon standing by the door, speckles of freshly fallen snow decorating the crimson velvet of his coat as he slowly tugs the fabric from his towering frame. He’s wearing a plain black long-sleeve shirt beneath it, a pair of suspenders keeping his trousers comfortably on his hips as he leans forward to slip off his boots. You can’t help but gawk at the sight, feeling immensely lucky to have this wonderfully built man gracing your presence every day.
“Well well well…If it isn’t dear old Santa Claus.” You hum happily, leaning against the frame of the archway leading from the living room to the foyer, your arms crossing in front of your chest. A smirk crawls against your lips, tugging at the corners of your mouth as you watch Namjoon’s jaw tense from the name you just spoke.
His eyes darken as he peers up at you in annoyance, tilting his head to offer up the most ingenuine laugh. “Ha ha, very funny, Y/N.” Namjoon was quite the patient man, however, if there was one thing he despised the most, it was being called Santa Claus.
Namjoon knew of the many cultures that celebrated this time of year with the belief of Santa Claus and his sleigh of magical flying reindeer. He knew of the elaborate tales of the North Pole spun by society as a way to make revenue and capitalize on the marketing of such whimsical beliefs. It was all a fabricated image to help adults cope with the unexplainable, losing faith in magic and miracles whilst children continued the tradition.
Namjoon’s responsibility is to help people believe in the magic of the holidays again, working diligently to deliver miracle upon miracle to those who sought the path of living as decent human beings and interacting appropriately in society. He rewarded the kindness of children and helped maintain the essence of innocence that was so easily lost in this ever-changing world that so desperately sought to engulf whatever good remained.
His yearly efforts to deliver gifts to deserving children and maintain the image of Santa came with the unfortunate reality that everyone thought him to be an old, fat man with a long white beard.
You tut in amusement, pushing off the wall with your foot to take a quick stride toward the love of your life, eager to pull him into a warm embrace after an evening of solitude without him. “Aren’t I supposed to sit on Santa’s lap?” You push off the tip of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him closer to you, his hands latching onto your waist.
The tension in his jaw diminishes as he flashes his charming smile, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk. “Actually, you’re supposed to be on the top of the Christmas tree, angel.” Your nose scrunches from the cringe of your helpless holiday puns, the glimmer in Namjoon’s stare a clear indication that he’s equally as amused.
“Or I can be one of your presents, and get laid beneath it.” You respond without missing a beat, winking dramatically as pride swells in your chest from getting him to crack a smile. Namjoon’s dimples concave against his cheeks, a chuckle escaping his lips as he tightens his grip around your waist.
“You enjoy this Santa nonsense far too much, Y/N.” He complains with a soft groan despite secretly enjoying the sudden sprinkle of comedy. You shrug your shoulders, completely unashamed by your corny Christmas puns as you watch Namjoon lean forward to place a gentle kiss upon your lips. His mouth is familiar territory, his affection warming you from the inside out as your heart seems to fill with the comfort of his company.
Your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in his taste, your fingertips digging through the silver strands of hair adorning the crown of his head. You hear another soft groan rumble against your lips, this time exposing his satisfaction in the kiss as the loud grumble of his stomach interrupts your tender moment.
Namjoon pulls back from your lips to peer over your shoulder, spotting a plate of freshly baked sugar cookies as the smell of mulled wine wafts through the living room. His smile fades rapidly as he recalls the numerous amounts of cookies and various glasses of milk displayed for Santa on his travels, silently hoping there was something else to snack on after an evening in the cold.
You peer over your shoulder to follow his line of vision, settling your stare on the plate of cookies as you decipher his expression. A prideful smile tugs at your lips as you run your palms down his wonderfully muscular arms, shamefully feeling them up as you venture down to take hold of his hands. “Don’t worry…” You grin as you begin guiding him into the kitchen to present the delicious meal awaiting him on the stovetop. “I made mandu-guk. Figured it’d warm you up.”
Namjoon’s features illuminate in jubilation, his tongue running against his bottom lip as he locks eyes with you, moving to cup your face within his palms. “I fucking love you, you know that?” He purrs, crashing his mouth against yours to place a soul-sucking kiss upon your lips.
Your mind swirls from his intensity as your body ignites from the sudden foul language mumbling from his lips. You practically drown in his affection, feeling dizzy as you relish in his touch, helplessly letting out a moan of pleasure as his hands explore your frame. It isn’t long until you're panting against his mouth, your lips swollen from his treatment as your forehead presses gently against his.
You gather your thoughts with a sigh after being left in complete shambles from his declaration of love, watching him pull away to move towards the cabinets. You quickly return from your daze as you skip to block his path, holding out your arms to prevent him from moving further into the kitchen. “No no no, I will serve you.” You insist, watching as you anticipate Namjoon’s rebuttal. You cut him off before he can speak. “Go sit down, you literally made your way around the entire planet tonight. The least I can do is make you a plate.”
“Y/N, you don’t need to…”
“I want to.” You smile, pushing against his broad chest with your palms as you shoo him off. “Go! Or you’ll be on my naughty list.” You glare at him with a point of your finger, desperately holding back a laugh as you watch him roll his eyes in mild annoyance.
He tosses his hands up in defeat, reluctantly retreating to take a seat in the living room as he clicks his tongue. You spin around on your heel as you seek out a bowl and chopsticks from the cabinets and drawers, eager to serve your man a delicious bowl of dumpling soup after a long night of being Santa.
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The comfort of the plush sofa cushions supporting your limbs allows you to rest your head against Namjoon’s shoulder, molding into his embrace seamlessly as he holds you against his body. Your bellies are stuffed full of dumplings and mulled wine as you enjoy the dim flickers of the fireplace and the twinkling lights laced throughout the towering spruce sitting in the corner of the living room.
You sigh happily as you focus on the deep rhythmic heartbeat thumping within Namjoon’s rib cage, feeling tranquil as your irises focus on the dancing flames and sparking embers of the fireplace. All you can hear is the crackling of the wood burning alongside his pulse, feeling thankful for the serenity.
You shudder as Namjoon’s fingertips brush against your shoulder, drawing slow circles against your arm as you both enjoy the tender moment alone. You finally peer up at him through your thick lashes, determined to finally break the silence. “I have something for you.” You speak with excitement, eagerly shifting in your position to sit up and face the man of your dreams.
Namjoon’s brow pulls up in a questioning glance as he adjusts himself to sit up straight from having leaned back against the back of the couch. “You do?” There was a youthful elation morphed with the usual raspy quality of his voice, the sound smooth as honey as you push off the couch to move towards the Christmas tree. (Loves!) You spot a red envelope tucked within the branches, plucking it from its hold as you practically skip back towards Namjoon.
Your eyes settle upon the faint glimpse of morning light as you peer out towards the horizon outside your window. The snowfall ceased as the first hints of sunrise peak through the houses of your neighborhood, a smile stretching on your lips at the fact that you’re spending Christmas morning with the man who embodied Santa himself.
“It’s nothing big.” You comment as you grip the envelope with both of your hands, holding it out to him as you take a seat beside him.
Namjoon accepts your offering, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips as he slowly fiddles with the folds of the envelope. “You didn’t need to get me anything. I’m just happy to come home to you.” He admits charmingly, his fingers tugging out the confinements of your gift. He pauses as his eyes scan the pair of tickets now nestled in his grip, examining the text as he catches sight of the words, MoMA Museum.
“What’s this?” His features scrunch as he continues to examine the tickets. If there was one thing Namjoon often talked about it was his desire to travel with you and show you the world. You figure the best gift you could give him would be just that, an opportunity for you both to explore new places while doing things you enjoy.
“Well, I figured since your busy season is over we could take a trip to New York.” You beam, shrugging your shoulders as he continues observing the pair of tickets in his hands. “I know you love museums. What better museum to visit in New York than MoMA?”
Your heart somersaults as you watch Namjoon’s dimples return to his handsome features, his eyes bright with animation. “Y/N, this is amazing.” His voice causes your cheeks to ache from the smile plaguing your face, thankful to see his exhilaration for such a trip. “I can’t wait to go with you.” He quickly leans forward to place the tickets on the coffee table, wrapping his hand around the back of your head to guide you back in for another affectionate kiss.
You can’t help but smile against his lips as his hand laces through your hair, his body eliminating the remaining proximity between you as your arms wrap around his shoulders. Your eyes close as you savor his taste while his mouth gently latches onto your bottom lip, sucking the flesh gently as you feel a chill shoot through your limbs. This man knows exactly what to do to have you melting in his palms.
Before you can return his affection, he’s pulling away from you, leaving you pressing forward in search of his absence. Your eyes flutter open to see he is no longer sitting beside you on the couch, peering up to find him standing before you, extending an open hand. “I have something for you too.”
Your head instinctually tilts to the side in curiosity, finding his stare as you hesitantly accept his hand, allowing him to pull you up from the comfort of your seat. His lips tug into a sly smirk, his dimples shining through his coy expression as his hands find solace on your hips. “You need to close your eyes.” He whispers temptingly, moving a hand up to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear to expose your eyes to him.
You narrow your stare, grinning as if nervous to trust him given his suspicious demeanor. You hesitantly obey, shutting your eyes to conceal yourself in darkness as you listen to him shuffle before you. What could this man possibly give you that he hasn’t already? He has given you the world by simply giving you his heart, what else could you need? You continue to let your mind swirl in curiosity as you feel him grasp one of your hands in his palm.
“Alright, open them.”
There is a slight tremor in his tone as you suck in a breath to ease your building nerves before letting out a sigh, flicking your eyes open to a sight that causes your jaw to unhinge. Namjoon is no longer standing before you, perched on one knee below you as your irises flick down to find his loving stare piercing into your soul. He’s holding your right hand while his other arm rests on his knee, his fluffy silver strands hanging just above his eyes.
“Y/N…I can’t imagine spending my Christmas mornings with anyone else.” He begins as you are suddenly faced with the realization of your predicament. “I’ve waited my entire life for you. The moment I saw you, I knew you were my Mrs. Claus.” He continues, chuckling nervously at his cheesy reference, unable to hold back your own bubbling giggle. Your heart swells from the bright-eyed expression he stares at you with, his jaw tensing up at the severity of his actions. “Would you make me the luckiest man in the world? Y/N…Will you marry me?”
Tears haze your vision as you hold back a sob of happiness, watching in awe as Namjoon holds out his free palm, whisps of crystallized sparkles swirling around as a jewelry box magically appears in his hand. Inside the velvet box is a beautifully displayed ring, a princess-cut diamond reflecting all of the shimmers of freshly fallen snow. You clasp your free hand over your mouth as you hold back sobs of joy, nodding helplessly as you choke back your tears. You’re too overwhelmed to find the words to speak, finally choking out a “yes” as you lean forward to wrap your arms around his built frame.
Namjoon beams from your response, his fingers spreading against your back as he holds you close, pulling back to witness your tear-stained cheeks. He chuckles at your response, rubbing the pad of his thumb to wipe away your tears. “I love you, Y/N.” He presses a kiss to your temple as he releases your hand to retrieve the ring, sliding the extravagant piece of jewelry onto your ring finger.
You gawk at the sight of it, stunned to see how dainty it felt on your finger compared to the visual appearance of it. “Namjoon, It’s beautiful.” Your mind is still reeling at the reality that you’ve just agreed to marry the man that is Kim Namjoon.
“Not as beautiful as you.” He counters, standing up to grip your hips and pulling your body flush against his. He crashes his lips back to yours, shamelessly savoring you as a moan escapes your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, pushing up on your tiptoes to meet his height.
Namjoon groans as you both deepen the kiss, letting your tongues break through the seam of your lips, eager to drown in each other’s affection. Namjoon presses his forehead against yours as you pull away, your lips swollen from his love as you pant to catch your breath.
“Think I can live up to Mrs. Claus?” You ask with a mischievous grin, running your tongue against your bottom lip.
Namjoon’s voice is deep as his eyes darken, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks. “Oh trust me, Mrs. Claus got nothing on you.” He’s staring at you as if you’re his next meal, your body shuddering from the implications of his tone, hoping the remainder of your night would be tangled with the man that engulfed your body with an insatiable need. Luckily for you, your wish is granted as he cups his hand beneath your ass, lifting you up as he encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist.
“Tonight definitely won’t be a silent night.” He brazenly admits, smirking naughtily as he begins guiding you toward your bedroom. You roll your eyes at yet another attempt at a pun, suddenly noticing the serious expression behind his tone. You gulp in anticipation, your eyes widening as he licks his lip lecherously.
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Your body plops against the plush duvet of your king-size bed, the creamy softness of the sheets engulfing your limbs as Namjoon peers at you from his position standing at the foot of the bed. He tosses you down against the mattress top with every intention of ravaging your body like a present ready to be torn open on Christmas morning, tugging the fuzzy fabric of your sweater from your torso to reveal an intricate red lace bralette. His mind swirls in a lustful haze spurred by your acceptance of his marriage proposal, fueling his desire to claim you as his own while he devours the sight of your chest wrapped in the bright red fabric.
You push yourself up against your elbows, peering over your chest to find his dark stare coursing over your body as his large hands grip at the waistband of your leggings. Namjoon is eagerly anticipating the view beneath as he tugs them down gently from your frame, his length twitching in excitement at the sight of your matching lingerie set, relishing in the festive flare of your attire.
“Did I make it on your nice list?” You tease with a flutter of your lashes, smirking as you take in his perfectly chiseled appearance. You smile as you mule over the new status he holds of being your fiancé.
As you let the thought mule over in your head, his sudden intensity snaps you back into the moment. “Fuck the nice list.” He huffs, tugging the suspenders from his shoulders and letting them hang off the sides of his waist.
You gulp back your arousal as you watch him yank off his sweater, disregarding it completely as he tosses it to the side as you gawk over his physique. You hum happily in the back of your throat, biting your lip to sedate your growing sexual appetite as your eyes flicker down to spot Namjoon’s hardening length within his trousers. “Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Your smile widens in amusement as Namjoon’s jaw clenches, his chin protruding from his bubbling irritation.
“I don’t know, angel. Why don’t you get on your knees and find out?” He hisses, stepping back to allow you just enough space to sit up on the edge of the bed and slide down till your knees hit the plush surface of the carpet nestled at the foot of the bed.
His eyes narrow as you lick your lips at the thought of his member, your fingers helplessly clawing at his trousers to button them and tug them from his waist to let his arousal spring free. You’re met with the sight of his dick engorged and angry for attention, always amazed by the size of him each time you’re reminded of his manhood.
He peers down at you, letting a hand gently grip your chin as he tilts your head back to stare up at him from your position on the floor. “Wanna be my little helper?” He raises a brow in excitement, eager for your response as you nod shamelessly, submitting to his desires as your hands find home on his thighs. “Then open up, angel.”
You comply, letting your mouth encase the tip of his cock, which in turn sends his head back in ecstasy. “Fuck, Y/N. Your mouth feels so good.” He groans, digging his palms into your hair to massage your scalp as you begin to take as much of his length into your mouth as possible. Your confidence skyrockets as you drag another groan from his lips, his hips surging forward instinctually as you gag on his cock. “Shit…”
You adjust yourself as tears prickle in the corners of your eyes from the gagging sensation, completely unfazed as you continue to bob your head forward and back while sucking his length as if you're savoring the sweetest candy imaginable. “That’s it Y/N, just like that.”
The taste of him has you moaning against his dick, the vibrations of your arousal stimulating him even more as his muscles flex from the building pressure in his cock, desperate to spew his warm cum all over your tongue. Your muscle works to lick his length while your mouth tightens around him, his grip on your hair tightening as his hips begin to fuck your mouth with only a single warning of his undoing. “I’m gonna cum.” He grits between clenched teeth as his moans signal his orgasm, his thick warm seed sliding down your throat as you happily swallow his taste. “Ah fuck, Y/N. You’re so perfect.”
Your tongue licks up any residue threatening to spill from his tip as you stand back up, relieving the tension of the floor digging into your kneecaps. A prideful smile is stretched across your lips as Namjoon moves forward to lay you back onto the bed, crawling over you with haste as he seeks out your lips as if they were his only salvation. Your mind hardly has time to process that you’re back on the bed before he’s caging you against the mattress with a hand on either side of your head.
Namjoon’s hand slips between the pair of you as he dives into your panties to press the pads of his large fingers against your swollen clit, relishing in the gasps that leave your lips. “Oh my god…” You moan as your head rolls back against the bed, letting out a pleasurable sigh as he works to stimulate your core without warning of preparation. Luckily you're soaked from the arousal of going down on your man, allowing him easy access to getting your body ready for him.
“Hmm, nice and wet for me, Y/N.” He tuts happily, moving to hover his face just above your breasts as he trails kisses down your neck. He pauses as he avoids your voluptuous mounds, moving his head farther down to start feathering kisses down your abdomen as his fingers rub gentle tight circles against your most intimate region.
You shamelessly sing his praise as your stomach becomes tight with anticipation, your words spurring him on as he slips his fingers back to gently press into you, feeling your velvet walls suffocating his digits as he easily pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Namjoon…Shit baby.”
Namjoon’s smirk grows wider as a smug look crosses his face from the sounds he’s eliciting from you, eager to slip in another finger to stretch you out for him. “Stretch for me, Y/N.” His raspy voice deepens as you feel the pressure between your legs, the knot in your stomach tightening as you pant with need, desperate to cascade down the slopes of your orgasm that crashes into you as Namjoon continues to pump his fingers despite the rush of liquid collecting between your legs.
“Fuck…” You breathe out, your limbs weakening as Namjoon proceeds to drag his fingers from your pussy, tugging down your panties to quickly discard them without a care as they are tossed from the bed.
“Damn, Y/N. You’re so fucking perfect.” He praises you, your heart swelling at his compliment as you push up on your elbows to meet his gaze. He moves like silk, skillfully maneuvering his hands around your torso to unhinge the clasp of your bra, tugging the alluringly colored lingerie to the side as he takes in the jaw-dropping sight of your naked body sprawled about the bed. “So beautiful.”
Your cheeks flush red from the heat of your orgasm and the blush of his words, watching as he continues to trap you beneath him, caging you under his body. He leans forward to hover his mouth just above your breasts, letting the warmth of his breath dance across the skin on your nipple before smiling maliciously. He blows a soft puff of air towards one of your nipples, a crystalized glimmer accompanying a frosty swirl of flurries as the pert bud hardens from the sudden chilled sensation. A shiver courses through your limbs as Namjoon utilizes his magic to blow another stream of flurries down the center of your chest.
Before you can dwell in the cold, his mouth encases your hard nipple, the warmth of his tongue soothing the goosebumps that appear across your skin, your body shuddering from the rapid change in temperature on such a sensitive part of you. You sigh in pleasure, running your hands down the length of his torso, letting your palms run against each perfectly toned muscle of his build.
He releases your nipple with a pop, grinning arrogantly as he pushes up to take in the sight of you beneath him. Your eyes feast on his physique once more, noticing his dick is hardened and ready for more attention as he continues to press kisses to various parts of your body.
You smirk maliciously, eager to throw one last holiday pun in while you can before things get any further. “Better wrap that present up before you give it to me.” Your irises glimmer with mischief as you watch Namjoon’s features harden in annoyance. He watches you, shaking his head as a slight chuckle escapes his lips at your endearing determination to rile him up.
“Oh trust me, angel. I’m gonna give it to you hard.” Namjoon admits brazenly as he lifts one of your legs straight up, running his lips against your inner thigh as he greedily kisses and nibbles against the plump flesh. You watch him, entranced by the way he manipulates your body as you watch him slide his arms around your thighs, tugging you back so your back end is flush against the edge of the bed.
Namjoon aligns his hips so that the tip of his member probes the entrance of your swollen pussy, sliding in easily as he pushes into you until he’s completely sheathed inside of your vagina. “Namjoon!” You scream from suddenly being impaled on his cock, Namjoon tugging against your thighs to pull your body flush against his hips.
“You feel amazing, Y/N.” He pants as your velvet walls adjust around him, suffocating his dick as he gently pulls back out before thrusting himself back in. He pauses once again, savoring every sensation of his slow methodical thrusts, your body lurching in pleasure each time he slides himself back out before ramming back in.
“Fuck me faster, Namjoon.” You cry out, desperate to feel the build of your orgasm as he forces you to endure his deliciously slow torment. He’s holding your legs out, his fingers gripped around your ankles to prevent you from taking matters into your own hands, laying there defenseless.
He throws his head back with a groan at the sweet sound of you begging for him to fuck you faster, practically growling as he picks up the speed of his hips. “You want my dick like this?” He asked through short breaths, snapping his hips as the sound of his balls slapping against your drenched core echoes around you.
“Yes, Namjoon!” You moan, feeling your mind spin with pleasure as the crown of your head presses against the mattress, your hands clinging onto whatever you can possibly grab onto, feeling wonderfully full as Namjoon ruthlessly pounds into you.
“Cum for me, Y/N.” He commands, his teeth clenched, jaw tight as your walls throb from the stimulation, feeling your body clench before convulsing around him, horrified by the amount of liquid between your legs. A couple more thrusts and he meets his own undoing, shooting warm strings of cum to coat your velvet walls, letting his head fall against your forehead as he releases your legs, letting them fall limp across the edge of the bed.
His weight crushes you as he lets his body relax from his release, shifting to lean on his arm to lay beside you, admiring the coloration of your cheeks spurred by his ministrations. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He grins happily, placing a kiss on your temple as he lets his head drop against the duvet to recover from the exertion of his actions.
You lay in a euphoric state, suddenly recalling the stunning ring adorning your finger. You lift your hand to admire the Christmas present, smiling as you tilt your head to the side to find the love of your life lying beside you. “That’s Mrs. Claus to you.” You grin mischievously, watching his eyes narrow despite the appearance of his dimples against his cheeks as a smile invades his lips.
“As long as you're mine, I’ll call you whatever you want.” He hums happily, wrapping an arm around your waist to tug you on top of him, not giving a damn about the mess between the pair of you.
You feel as if you're floating, peering into his eyes with complete admiration as you lean forward to press a passionate kiss to his lips. “I love you too, Namjoon.” You add with a whisper, getting lost in another heated kiss. A glimmer of Namjoon’s magic sparkles against the ceiling above you to reveal a small green sprout blooming from the drywall, a glistening mistletoe hanging above you as you get lost in the passion of your loving embrace.
Santa Baby: Namjoon x Reader One Shot
Just a fun festive Namjoon one shot for you all to enjoy this holiday season! Get ready for all the naughty Christmas puns. Leave a like or comment to me know what you think!
{Main Pairings:} Kim Namjoon x Female Reader
{Rating:} 18+
{Word Count:} 6,000
{Genre:} Christmas Fluff + Smut
{Summary:} There is nothing better than relaxing at home on Christmas morning cuddled up to the man you love, especially if that man is the embodiment of Santa himself.
{Warnings:} Smut, Fluff, Sexual Content, Language, Oral, Temperature Play, Santa Namjoon, Magic, Naughty Christmas Puns
A glacial winter wind swirls outside your kitchen windows as you peer beyond the curtains to find tall spruces sprinkled with snow, your front lawn covered in a blanket of fluffy white snow. As you rest your palms against the countertop, you ponder the scene outside, admiring the twinkle of decorative lights hanging from the varying rooftops down the block as they mimic the silhouette of icicles.
The kitchen is full of warmth radiating from the oven as it heats the space around you, the fireplace also aids in heating the interior of the house from the frigid cold whipping outside. The glow of the embers helps in creating a cozy atmosphere as instrumental Christmas carols project from the Bluetooth device nestled on your kitchen countertop. You gently hum along to one of your favorite Christmas songs, enjoying the festive moment alone as you turn your attention back to the sugar cookies you were decorating.
You start to meticulously pipe a pattern onto the flat cookies, distracting yourself in the details before you add a variety of colorful sprinkles for a festive flare to your baked treats. Every so often, you turn your attention to the pot of Korean dumpling soup simmering on the stove top, knowing the warm meal would be the perfect remedy to soothe away the frosty chill of the early morning.
You woke up early after spending most of Christmas Eve on your own, enjoying the time to relax and unwind from the chaotic reunion your family held the previous day. It was easy to keep yourself busy as you baked and cooked, eager to see Namjoon, your long-term boyfriend, would soon be home from his busiest shift of the year.
It’s been a couple of years since you first met, your first encounter being late one Christmas Eve as you found yourself stranded at an airport. A fierce snowstorm caused delays and cancellations, preventing you from catching your flight back home for the holidays. You never imagined you’d meet a handsome stranger at the small coffee shop hidden in your terminal, the layover allowing you countless hours to talk and get to know each other while awaiting your flight.
While you enjoyed getting to know such a man as Namjoon, the despair of being trapped in an airport on Christmas Eve made you feel helpless. Weather reports raved about how this would be the snowstorm of a century as the forecast continued to worsen as more and more flights became delayed and canceled. Despite the sorrow of the looking reality that you wouldn’t be home to see your family for Christmas, you continued to engage in conversation with Namjoon. You never imagined you would open up as much as you did to such a complete stranger.
After hours of waiting and becoming increasingly more hopeless, the storm suddenly faded away, completely clearing along the entire east coast of the country. After some preparations, your flight resumed, biding your newfound companion adieu. With a quick exchange of phone numbers, you were off to your flight leaving him behind. That was the very first time you experienced the magic of a Christmas miracle, never knowing that the man you would soon fall in love with was responsible for it all.
The time spent together has since enlightened you on the secrets hidden behind Namjoon’s perfect physique and charming personality. Not only was he incredibly intelligent and dedicated to you but he was also fun and lighthearted. Not to mention, he has the perks of being Santa Claus.
As you continue about your baking, you recall the first conversation you had with him upon discovering his life-changing secret. He wasn’t the jolly old fat man that lived in the North Pole with his many elves and reindeer. He was a normal man, just like any other with the single exception of inheriting the ability to manifest the magic that creates Christmas miracles and delivers blessings of all sorts to good little boys and girls. He was the famous man in the red suit, except his was simply just to shield him from the cold.
You feel a smile tug at your lips as you imagine all of the smiles of children around the world waking up to find their heart’s desire wrapped up in a bow beneath their Christmas tree, honored to know that the man responsible was on his way home to you from his busiest night of the year.
As you finish decorating the final cookies, placing them neatly on a decorative plate to set on the dining room table, you notice it’s already a few hours into Christmas morning. Given the journey across the varying time zones, Namjoon should be arriving home at any moment to enjoy the remainder of the early morning with you before resting for the majority of the day. You could go to sleep and leave him to his late-night schedule; however you figured if he was out making miracles, the least you could do was have a hot and delicious meal awaiting his return as a welcoming surprise.
You hum happily as you move about the kitchen, glancing over at the crockpot that was slowly mulling over a homemade spiced apple toddy. You smile at the delectable aroma wafting through the air as you lift the lid slightly to examine the contents inside. It isn’t much longer until you hear the front door swing open, the howling wind echoing through the house as Namjoon shuffles inside.
You quickly cover the toddy as you wipe your hands against the ruffled apron hanging from your hips, a cozy sweater adorning your torso as you comfortably lounge about the house in a pair of simple leggings. Your toes are nestled in a pair of warm Sherpa slippers, keeping you cozy and relaxed as you move to welcome your man.
You turn the corner of the open concept layout of your home, crossing the living room before spotting Namjoon standing by the door, speckles of freshly fallen snow decorating the crimson velvet of his coat as he slowly tugs the fabric from his towering frame. He’s wearing a plain black long-sleeve shirt beneath it, a pair of suspenders keeping his trousers comfortably on his hips as he leans forward to slip off his boots. You can’t help but gawk at the sight, feeling immensely lucky to have this wonderfully built man gracing your presence every day.
“Well well well…If it isn’t dear old Santa Claus.” You hum happily, leaning against the frame of the archway leading from the living room to the foyer, your arms crossing in front of your chest. A smirk crawls against your lips, tugging at the corners of your mouth as you watch Namjoon’s jaw tense from the name you just spoke.
His eyes darken as he peers up at you in annoyance, tilting his head to offer up the most ingenuine laugh. “Ha ha, very funny, Y/N.” Namjoon was quite the patient man, however, if there was one thing he despised the most, it was being called Santa Claus.
Namjoon knew of the many cultures that celebrated this time of year with the belief of Santa Claus and his sleigh of magical flying reindeer. He knew of the elaborate tales of the North Pole spun by society as a way to make revenue and capitalize on the marketing of such whimsical beliefs. It was all a fabricated image to help adults cope with the unexplainable, losing faith in magic and miracles whilst children continued the tradition.
Namjoon’s responsibility is to help people believe in the magic of the holidays again, working diligently to deliver miracle upon miracle to those who sought the path of living as decent human beings and interacting appropriately in society. He rewarded the kindness of children and helped maintain the essence of innocence that was so easily lost in this ever-changing world that so desperately sought to engulf whatever good remained.
His yearly efforts to deliver gifts to deserving children and maintain the image of Santa came with the unfortunate reality that everyone thought him to be an old, fat man with a long white beard.
You tut in amusement, pushing off the wall with your foot to take a quick stride toward the love of your life, eager to pull him into a warm embrace after an evening of solitude without him. “Aren’t I supposed to sit on Santa’s lap?” You push off the tip of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him closer to you, his hands latching onto your waist.
The tension in his jaw diminishes as he flashes his charming smile, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk. “Actually, you’re supposed to be on the top of the Christmas tree, angel.” Your nose scrunches from the cringe of your helpless holiday puns, the glimmer in Namjoon’s stare a clear indication that he’s equally as amused.
“Or I can be one of your presents, and get laid beneath it.” You respond without missing a beat, winking dramatically as pride swells in your chest from getting him to crack a smile. Namjoon’s dimples concave against his cheeks, a chuckle escaping his lips as he tightens his grip around your waist.
“You enjoy this Santa nonsense far too much, Y/N.” He complains with a soft groan despite secretly enjoying the sudden sprinkle of comedy. You shrug your shoulders, completely unashamed by your corny Christmas puns as you watch Namjoon lean forward to place a gentle kiss upon your lips. His mouth is familiar territory, his affection warming you from the inside out as your heart seems to fill with the comfort of his company.
Your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in his taste, your fingertips digging through the silver strands of hair adorning the crown of his head. You hear another soft groan rumble against your lips, this time exposing his satisfaction in the kiss as the loud grumble of his stomach interrupts your tender moment.
Namjoon pulls back from your lips to peer over your shoulder, spotting a plate of freshly baked sugar cookies as the smell of mulled wine wafts through the living room. His smile fades rapidly as he recalls the numerous amounts of cookies and various glasses of milk displayed for Santa on his travels, silently hoping there was something else to snack on after an evening in the cold.
You peer over your shoulder to follow his line of vision, settling your stare on the plate of cookies as you decipher his expression. A prideful smile tugs at your lips as you run your palms down his wonderfully muscular arms, shamefully feeling them up as you venture down to take hold of his hands. “Don’t worry…” You grin as you begin guiding him into the kitchen to present the delicious meal awaiting him on the stovetop. “I made mandu-guk. Figured it’d warm you up.”
Namjoon’s features illuminate in jubilation, his tongue running against his bottom lip as he locks eyes with you, moving to cup your face within his palms. “I fucking love you, you know that?” He purrs, crashing his mouth against yours to place a soul-sucking kiss upon your lips.
Your mind swirls from his intensity as your body ignites from the sudden foul language mumbling from his lips. You practically drown in his affection, feeling dizzy as you relish in his touch, helplessly letting out a moan of pleasure as his hands explore your frame. It isn’t long until you're panting against his mouth, your lips swollen from his treatment as your forehead presses gently against his.
You gather your thoughts with a sigh after being left in complete shambles from his declaration of love, watching him pull away to move towards the cabinets. You quickly return from your daze as you skip to block his path, holding out your arms to prevent him from moving further into the kitchen. “No no no, I will serve you.” You insist, watching as you anticipate Namjoon’s rebuttal. You cut him off before he can speak. “Go sit down, you literally made your way around the entire planet tonight. The least I can do is make you a plate.”
“Y/N, you don’t need to…”
“I want to.” You smile, pushing against his broad chest with your palms as you shoo him off. “Go! Or you’ll be on my naughty list.” You glare at him with a point of your finger, desperately holding back a laugh as you watch him roll his eyes in mild annoyance.
He tosses his hands up in defeat, reluctantly retreating to take a seat in the living room as he clicks his tongue. You spin around on your heel as you seek out a bowl and chopsticks from the cabinets and drawers, eager to serve your man a delicious bowl of dumpling soup after a long night of being Santa.
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The comfort of the plush sofa cushions supporting your limbs allows you to rest your head against Namjoon’s shoulder, molding into his embrace seamlessly as he holds you against his body. Your bellies are stuffed full of dumplings and mulled wine as you enjoy the dim flickers of the fireplace and the twinkling lights laced throughout the towering spruce sitting in the corner of the living room.
You sigh happily as you focus on the deep rhythmic heartbeat thumping within Namjoon’s rib cage, feeling tranquil as your irises focus on the dancing flames and sparking embers of the fireplace. All you can hear is the crackling of the wood burning alongside his pulse, feeling thankful for the serenity.
You shudder as Namjoon’s fingertips brush against your shoulder, drawing slow circles against your arm as you both enjoy the tender moment alone. You finally peer up at him through your thick lashes, determined to finally break the silence. “I have something for you.” You speak with excitement, eagerly shifting in your position to sit up and face the man of your dreams.
Namjoon’s brow pulls up in a questioning glance as he adjusts himself to sit up straight from having leaned back against the back of the couch. “You do?” There was a youthful elation morphed with the usual raspy quality of his voice, the sound smooth as honey as you push off the couch to move towards the Christmas tree. (Loves!) You spot a red envelope tucked within the branches, plucking it from its hold as you practically skip back towards Namjoon.
Your eyes settle upon the faint glimpse of morning light as you peer out towards the horizon outside your window. The snowfall ceased as the first hints of sunrise peak through the houses of your neighborhood, a smile stretching on your lips at the fact that you’re spending Christmas morning with the man who embodied Santa himself.
“It’s nothing big.” You comment as you grip the envelope with both of your hands, holding it out to him as you take a seat beside him.
Namjoon accepts your offering, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips as he slowly fiddles with the folds of the envelope. “You didn’t need to get me anything. I’m just happy to come home to you.” He admits charmingly, his fingers tugging out the confinements of your gift. He pauses as his eyes scan the pair of tickets now nestled in his grip, examining the text as he catches sight of the words, MoMA Museum.
“What’s this?” His features scrunch as he continues to examine the tickets. If there was one thing Namjoon often talked about it was his desire to travel with you and show you the world. You figure the best gift you could give him would be just that, an opportunity for you both to explore new places while doing things you enjoy.
“Well, I figured since your busy season is over we could take a trip to New York.” You beam, shrugging your shoulders as he continues observing the pair of tickets in his hands. “I know you love museums. What better museum to visit in New York than MoMA?”
Your heart somersaults as you watch Namjoon’s dimples return to his handsome features, his eyes bright with animation. “Y/N, this is amazing.” His voice causes your cheeks to ache from the smile plaguing your face, thankful to see his exhilaration for such a trip. “I can’t wait to go with you.” He quickly leans forward to place the tickets on the coffee table, wrapping his hand around the back of your head to guide you back in for another affectionate kiss.
You can’t help but smile against his lips as his hand laces through your hair, his body eliminating the remaining proximity between you as your arms wrap around his shoulders. Your eyes close as you savor his taste while his mouth gently latches onto your bottom lip, sucking the flesh gently as you feel a chill shoot through your limbs. This man knows exactly what to do to have you melting in his palms.
Before you can return his affection, he’s pulling away from you, leaving you pressing forward in search of his absence. Your eyes flutter open to see he is no longer sitting beside you on the couch, peering up to find him standing before you, extending an open hand. “I have something for you too.”
Your head instinctually tilts to the side in curiosity, finding his stare as you hesitantly accept his hand, allowing him to pull you up from the comfort of your seat. His lips tug into a sly smirk, his dimples shining through his coy expression as his hands find solace on your hips. “You need to close your eyes.” He whispers temptingly, moving a hand up to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear to expose your eyes to him.
You narrow your stare, grinning as if nervous to trust him given his suspicious demeanor. You hesitantly obey, shutting your eyes to conceal yourself in darkness as you listen to him shuffle before you. What could this man possibly give you that he hasn’t already? He has given you the world by simply giving you his heart, what else could you need? You continue to let your mind swirl in curiosity as you feel him grasp one of your hands in his palm.
“Alright, open them.”
There is a slight tremor in his tone as you suck in a breath to ease your building nerves before letting out a sigh, flicking your eyes open to a sight that causes your jaw to unhinge. Namjoon is no longer standing before you, perched on one knee below you as your irises flick down to find his loving stare piercing into your soul. He’s holding your right hand while his other arm rests on his knee, his fluffy silver strands hanging just above his eyes.
“Y/N…I can’t imagine spending my Christmas mornings with anyone else.” He begins as you are suddenly faced with the realization of your predicament. “I’ve waited my entire life for you. The moment I saw you, I knew you were my Mrs. Claus.” He continues, chuckling nervously at his cheesy reference, unable to hold back your own bubbling giggle. Your heart swells from the bright-eyed expression he stares at you with, his jaw tensing up at the severity of his actions. “Would you make me the luckiest man in the world? Y/N…Will you marry me?”
Tears haze your vision as you hold back a sob of happiness, watching in awe as Namjoon holds out his free palm, whisps of crystallized sparkles swirling around as a jewelry box magically appears in his hand. Inside the velvet box is a beautifully displayed ring, a princess-cut diamond reflecting all of the shimmers of freshly fallen snow. You clasp your free hand over your mouth as you hold back sobs of joy, nodding helplessly as you choke back your tears. You’re too overwhelmed to find the words to speak, finally choking out a “yes” as you lean forward to wrap your arms around his built frame.
Namjoon beams from your response, his fingers spreading against your back as he holds you close, pulling back to witness your tear-stained cheeks. He chuckles at your response, rubbing the pad of his thumb to wipe away your tears. “I love you, Y/N.” He presses a kiss to your temple as he releases your hand to retrieve the ring, sliding the extravagant piece of jewelry onto your ring finger.
You gawk at the sight of it, stunned to see how dainty it felt on your finger compared to the visual appearance of it. “Namjoon, It’s beautiful.” Your mind is still reeling at the reality that you’ve just agreed to marry the man that is Kim Namjoon.
“Not as beautiful as you.” He counters, standing up to grip your hips and pulling your body flush against his. He crashes his lips back to yours, shamelessly savoring you as a moan escapes your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, pushing up on your tiptoes to meet his height.
Namjoon groans as you both deepen the kiss, letting your tongues break through the seam of your lips, eager to drown in each other’s affection. Namjoon presses his forehead against yours as you pull away, your lips swollen from his love as you pant to catch your breath.
“Think I can live up to Mrs. Claus?” You ask with a mischievous grin, running your tongue against your bottom lip.
Namjoon’s voice is deep as his eyes darken, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks. “Oh trust me, Mrs. Claus got nothing on you.” He’s staring at you as if you’re his next meal, your body shuddering from the implications of his tone, hoping the remainder of your night would be tangled with the man that engulfed your body with an insatiable need. Luckily for you, your wish is granted as he cups his hand beneath your ass, lifting you up as he encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist.
“Tonight definitely won’t be a silent night.” He brazenly admits, smirking naughtily as he begins guiding you toward your bedroom. You roll your eyes at yet another attempt at a pun, suddenly noticing the serious expression behind his tone. You gulp in anticipation, your eyes widening as he licks his lip lecherously.
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Your body plops against the plush duvet of your king-size bed, the creamy softness of the sheets engulfing your limbs as Namjoon peers at you from his position standing at the foot of the bed. He tosses you down against the mattress top with every intention of ravaging your body like a present ready to be torn open on Christmas morning, tugging the fuzzy fabric of your sweater from your torso to reveal an intricate red lace bralette. His mind swirls in a lustful haze spurred by your acceptance of his marriage proposal, fueling his desire to claim you as his own while he devours the sight of your chest wrapped in the bright red fabric.
You push yourself up against your elbows, peering over your chest to find his dark stare coursing over your body as his large hands grip at the waistband of your leggings. Namjoon is eagerly anticipating the view beneath as he tugs them down gently from your frame, his length twitching in excitement at the sight of your matching lingerie set, relishing in the festive flare of your attire.
“Did I make it on your nice list?” You tease with a flutter of your lashes, smirking as you take in his perfectly chiseled appearance. You smile as you mule over the new status he holds of being your fiancé.
As you let the thought mule over in your head, his sudden intensity snaps you back into the moment. “Fuck the nice list.” He huffs, tugging the suspenders from his shoulders and letting them hang off the sides of his waist.
You gulp back your arousal as you watch him yank off his sweater, disregarding it completely as he tosses it to the side as you gawk over his physique. You hum happily in the back of your throat, biting your lip to sedate your growing sexual appetite as your eyes flicker down to spot Namjoon’s hardening length within his trousers. “Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Your smile widens in amusement as Namjoon’s jaw clenches, his chin protruding from his bubbling irritation.
“I don’t know, angel. Why don’t you get on your knees and find out?” He hisses, stepping back to allow you just enough space to sit up on the edge of the bed and slide down till your knees hit the plush surface of the carpet nestled at the foot of the bed.
His eyes narrow as you lick your lips at the thought of his member, your fingers helplessly clawing at his trousers to button them and tug them from his waist to let his arousal spring free. You’re met with the sight of his dick engorged and angry for attention, always amazed by the size of him each time you’re reminded of his manhood.
He peers down at you, letting a hand gently grip your chin as he tilts your head back to stare up at him from your position on the floor. “Wanna be my little helper?” He raises a brow in excitement, eager for your response as you nod shamelessly, submitting to his desires as your hands find home on his thighs. “Then open up, angel.”
You comply, letting your mouth encase the tip of his cock, which in turn sends his head back in ecstasy. “Fuck, Y/N. Your mouth feels so good.” He groans, digging his palms into your hair to massage your scalp as you begin to take as much of his length into your mouth as possible. Your confidence skyrockets as you drag another groan from his lips, his hips surging forward instinctually as you gag on his cock. “Shit…”
You adjust yourself as tears prickle in the corners of your eyes from the gagging sensation, completely unfazed as you continue to bob your head forward and back while sucking his length as if you're savoring the sweetest candy imaginable. “That’s it Y/N, just like that.”
The taste of him has you moaning against his dick, the vibrations of your arousal stimulating him even more as his muscles flex from the building pressure in his cock, desperate to spew his warm cum all over your tongue. Your muscle works to lick his length while your mouth tightens around him, his grip on your hair tightening as his hips begin to fuck your mouth with only a single warning of his undoing. “I’m gonna cum.” He grits between clenched teeth as his moans signal his orgasm, his thick warm seed sliding down your throat as you happily swallow his taste. “Ah fuck, Y/N. You’re so perfect.”
Your tongue licks up any residue threatening to spill from his tip as you stand back up, relieving the tension of the floor digging into your kneecaps. A prideful smile is stretched across your lips as Namjoon moves forward to lay you back onto the bed, crawling over you with haste as he seeks out your lips as if they were his only salvation. Your mind hardly has time to process that you’re back on the bed before he’s caging you against the mattress with a hand on either side of your head.
Namjoon’s hand slips between the pair of you as he dives into your panties to press the pads of his large fingers against your swollen clit, relishing in the gasps that leave your lips. “Oh my god…” You moan as your head rolls back against the bed, letting out a pleasurable sigh as he works to stimulate your core without warning of preparation. Luckily you're soaked from the arousal of going down on your man, allowing him easy access to getting your body ready for him.
“Hmm, nice and wet for me, Y/N.” He tuts happily, moving to hover his face just above your breasts as he trails kisses down your neck. He pauses as he avoids your voluptuous mounds, moving his head farther down to start feathering kisses down your abdomen as his fingers rub gentle tight circles against your most intimate region.
You shamelessly sing his praise as your stomach becomes tight with anticipation, your words spurring him on as he slips his fingers back to gently press into you, feeling your velvet walls suffocating his digits as he easily pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Namjoon…Shit baby.”
Namjoon’s smirk grows wider as a smug look crosses his face from the sounds he’s eliciting from you, eager to slip in another finger to stretch you out for him. “Stretch for me, Y/N.” His raspy voice deepens as you feel the pressure between your legs, the knot in your stomach tightening as you pant with need, desperate to cascade down the slopes of your orgasm that crashes into you as Namjoon continues to pump his fingers despite the rush of liquid collecting between your legs.
“Fuck…” You breathe out, your limbs weakening as Namjoon proceeds to drag his fingers from your pussy, tugging down your panties to quickly discard them without a care as they are tossed from the bed.
“Damn, Y/N. You’re so fucking perfect.” He praises you, your heart swelling at his compliment as you push up on your elbows to meet his gaze. He moves like silk, skillfully maneuvering his hands around your torso to unhinge the clasp of your bra, tugging the alluringly colored lingerie to the side as he takes in the jaw-dropping sight of your naked body sprawled about the bed. “So beautiful.”
Your cheeks flush red from the heat of your orgasm and the blush of his words, watching as he continues to trap you beneath him, caging you under his body. He leans forward to hover his mouth just above your breasts, letting the warmth of his breath dance across the skin on your nipple before smiling maliciously. He blows a soft puff of air towards one of your nipples, a crystalized glimmer accompanying a frosty swirl of flurries as the pert bud hardens from the sudden chilled sensation. A shiver courses through your limbs as Namjoon utilizes his magic to blow another stream of flurries down the center of your chest.
Before you can dwell in the cold, his mouth encases your hard nipple, the warmth of his tongue soothing the goosebumps that appear across your skin, your body shuddering from the rapid change in temperature on such a sensitive part of you. You sigh in pleasure, running your hands down the length of his torso, letting your palms run against each perfectly toned muscle of his build.
He releases your nipple with a pop, grinning arrogantly as he pushes up to take in the sight of you beneath him. Your eyes feast on his physique once more, noticing his dick is hardened and ready for more attention as he continues to press kisses to various parts of your body.
You smirk maliciously, eager to throw one last holiday pun in while you can before things get any further. “Better wrap that present up before you give it to me.” Your irises glimmer with mischief as you watch Namjoon’s features harden in annoyance. He watches you, shaking his head as a slight chuckle escapes his lips at your endearing determination to rile him up.
“Oh trust me, angel. I’m gonna give it to you hard.” Namjoon admits brazenly as he lifts one of your legs straight up, running his lips against your inner thigh as he greedily kisses and nibbles against the plump flesh. You watch him, entranced by the way he manipulates your body as you watch him slide his arms around your thighs, tugging you back so your back end is flush against the edge of the bed.
Namjoon aligns his hips so that the tip of his member probes the entrance of your swollen pussy, sliding in easily as he pushes into you until he’s completely sheathed inside of your vagina. “Namjoon!” You scream from suddenly being impaled on his cock, Namjoon tugging against your thighs to pull your body flush against his hips.
“You feel amazing, Y/N.” He pants as your velvet walls adjust around him, suffocating his dick as he gently pulls back out before thrusting himself back in. He pauses once again, savoring every sensation of his slow methodical thrusts, your body lurching in pleasure each time he slides himself back out before ramming back in.
“Fuck me faster, Namjoon.” You cry out, desperate to feel the build of your orgasm as he forces you to endure his deliciously slow torment. He’s holding your legs out, his fingers gripped around your ankles to prevent you from taking matters into your own hands, laying there defenseless.
He throws his head back with a groan at the sweet sound of you begging for him to fuck you faster, practically growling as he picks up the speed of his hips. “You want my dick like this?” He asked through short breaths, snapping his hips as the sound of his balls slapping against your drenched core echoes around you.
“Yes, Namjoon!” You moan, feeling your mind spin with pleasure as the crown of your head presses against the mattress, your hands clinging onto whatever you can possibly grab onto, feeling wonderfully full as Namjoon ruthlessly pounds into you.
“Cum for me, Y/N.” He commands, his teeth clenched, jaw tight as your walls throb from the stimulation, feeling your body clench before convulsing around him, horrified by the amount of liquid between your legs. A couple more thrusts and he meets his own undoing, shooting warm strings of cum to coat your velvet walls, letting his head fall against your forehead as he releases your legs, letting them fall limp across the edge of the bed.
His weight crushes you as he lets his body relax from his release, shifting to lean on his arm to lay beside you, admiring the coloration of your cheeks spurred by his ministrations. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He grins happily, placing a kiss on your temple as he lets his head drop against the duvet to recover from the exertion of his actions.
You lay in a euphoric state, suddenly recalling the stunning ring adorning your finger. You lift your hand to admire the Christmas present, smiling as you tilt your head to the side to find the love of your life lying beside you. “That’s Mrs. Claus to you.” You grin mischievously, watching his eyes narrow despite the appearance of his dimples against his cheeks as a smile invades his lips.
“As long as you're mine, I’ll call you whatever you want.” He hums happily, wrapping an arm around your waist to tug you on top of him, not giving a damn about the mess between the pair of you.
You feel as if you're floating, peering into his eyes with complete admiration as you lean forward to press a passionate kiss to his lips. “I love you too, Namjoon.” You add with a whisper, getting lost in another heated kiss. A glimmer of Namjoon’s magic sparkles against the ceiling above you to reveal a small green sprout blooming from the drywall, a glistening mistletoe hanging above you as you get lost in the passion of your loving embrace.
A little Santa Namjoon one shot for you to enjoy before Christmas! 😊
Santa Baby: Namjoon x Reader One Shot
Just a fun festive Namjoon one shot for you all to enjoy this holiday season! Get ready for all the naughty Christmas puns. Leave a like or comment to me know what you think!
{Main Pairings:} Kim Namjoon x Female Reader
{Rating:} 18+
{Word Count:} 6,000
{Genre:} Christmas Fluff + Smut
{Summary:} There is nothing better than relaxing at home on Christmas morning cuddled up to the man you love, especially if that man is the embodiment of Santa himself.
{Warnings:} Smut, Fluff, Sexual Content, Language, Oral, Temperature Play, Santa Namjoon, Magic, Naughty Christmas Puns
A glacial winter wind swirls outside your kitchen windows as you peer beyond the curtains to find tall spruces sprinkled with snow, your front lawn covered in a blanket of fluffy white snow. As you rest your palms against the countertop, you ponder the scene outside, admiring the twinkle of decorative lights hanging from the varying rooftops down the block as they mimic the silhouette of icicles.
The kitchen is full of warmth radiating from the oven as it heats the space around you, the fireplace also aids in heating the interior of the house from the frigid cold whipping outside. The glow of the embers helps in creating a cozy atmosphere as instrumental Christmas carols project from the Bluetooth device nestled on your kitchen countertop. You gently hum along to one of your favorite Christmas songs, enjoying the festive moment alone as you turn your attention back to the sugar cookies you were decorating.
You start to meticulously pipe a pattern onto the flat cookies, distracting yourself in the details before you add a variety of colorful sprinkles for a festive flare to your baked treats. Every so often, you turn your attention to the pot of Korean dumpling soup simmering on the stove top, knowing the warm meal would be the perfect remedy to soothe away the frosty chill of the early morning.
You woke up early after spending most of Christmas Eve on your own, enjoying the time to relax and unwind from the chaotic reunion your family held the previous day. It was easy to keep yourself busy as you baked and cooked, eager to see Namjoon, your long-term boyfriend, would soon be home from his busiest shift of the year.
It’s been a couple of years since you first met, your first encounter being late one Christmas Eve as you found yourself stranded at an airport. A fierce snowstorm caused delays and cancellations, preventing you from catching your flight back home for the holidays. You never imagined you’d meet a handsome stranger at the small coffee shop hidden in your terminal, the layover allowing you countless hours to talk and get to know each other while awaiting your flight.
While you enjoyed getting to know such a man as Namjoon, the despair of being trapped in an airport on Christmas Eve made you feel helpless. Weather reports raved about how this would be the snowstorm of a century as the forecast continued to worsen as more and more flights became delayed and canceled. Despite the sorrow of the looking reality that you wouldn’t be home to see your family for Christmas, you continued to engage in conversation with Namjoon. You never imagined you would open up as much as you did to such a complete stranger.
After hours of waiting and becoming increasingly more hopeless, the storm suddenly faded away, completely clearing along the entire east coast of the country. After some preparations, your flight resumed, biding your newfound companion adieu. With a quick exchange of phone numbers, you were off to your flight leaving him behind. That was the very first time you experienced the magic of a Christmas miracle, never knowing that the man you would soon fall in love with was responsible for it all.
The time spent together has since enlightened you on the secrets hidden behind Namjoon’s perfect physique and charming personality. Not only was he incredibly intelligent and dedicated to you but he was also fun and lighthearted. Not to mention, he has the perks of being Santa Claus.
As you continue about your baking, you recall the first conversation you had with him upon discovering his life-changing secret. He wasn’t the jolly old fat man that lived in the North Pole with his many elves and reindeer. He was a normal man, just like any other with the single exception of inheriting the ability to manifest the magic that creates Christmas miracles and delivers blessings of all sorts to good little boys and girls. He was the famous man in the red suit, except his was simply just to shield him from the cold.
You feel a smile tug at your lips as you imagine all of the smiles of children around the world waking up to find their heart’s desire wrapped up in a bow beneath their Christmas tree, honored to know that the man responsible was on his way home to you from his busiest night of the year.
As you finish decorating the final cookies, placing them neatly on a decorative plate to set on the dining room table, you notice it’s already a few hours into Christmas morning. Given the journey across the varying time zones, Namjoon should be arriving home at any moment to enjoy the remainder of the early morning with you before resting for the majority of the day. You could go to sleep and leave him to his late-night schedule; however you figured if he was out making miracles, the least you could do was have a hot and delicious meal awaiting his return as a welcoming surprise.
You hum happily as you move about the kitchen, glancing over at the crockpot that was slowly mulling over a homemade spiced apple toddy. You smile at the delectable aroma wafting through the air as you lift the lid slightly to examine the contents inside. It isn’t much longer until you hear the front door swing open, the howling wind echoing through the house as Namjoon shuffles inside.
You quickly cover the toddy as you wipe your hands against the ruffled apron hanging from your hips, a cozy sweater adorning your torso as you comfortably lounge about the house in a pair of simple leggings. Your toes are nestled in a pair of warm Sherpa slippers, keeping you cozy and relaxed as you move to welcome your man.
You turn the corner of the open concept layout of your home, crossing the living room before spotting Namjoon standing by the door, speckles of freshly fallen snow decorating the crimson velvet of his coat as he slowly tugs the fabric from his towering frame. He’s wearing a plain black long-sleeve shirt beneath it, a pair of suspenders keeping his trousers comfortably on his hips as he leans forward to slip off his boots. You can’t help but gawk at the sight, feeling immensely lucky to have this wonderfully built man gracing your presence every day.
“Well well well…If it isn’t dear old Santa Claus.” You hum happily, leaning against the frame of the archway leading from the living room to the foyer, your arms crossing in front of your chest. A smirk crawls against your lips, tugging at the corners of your mouth as you watch Namjoon’s jaw tense from the name you just spoke.
His eyes darken as he peers up at you in annoyance, tilting his head to offer up the most ingenuine laugh. “Ha ha, very funny, Y/N.” Namjoon was quite the patient man, however, if there was one thing he despised the most, it was being called Santa Claus.
Namjoon knew of the many cultures that celebrated this time of year with the belief of Santa Claus and his sleigh of magical flying reindeer. He knew of the elaborate tales of the North Pole spun by society as a way to make revenue and capitalize on the marketing of such whimsical beliefs. It was all a fabricated image to help adults cope with the unexplainable, losing faith in magic and miracles whilst children continued the tradition.
Namjoon’s responsibility is to help people believe in the magic of the holidays again, working diligently to deliver miracle upon miracle to those who sought the path of living as decent human beings and interacting appropriately in society. He rewarded the kindness of children and helped maintain the essence of innocence that was so easily lost in this ever-changing world that so desperately sought to engulf whatever good remained.
His yearly efforts to deliver gifts to deserving children and maintain the image of Santa came with the unfortunate reality that everyone thought him to be an old, fat man with a long white beard.
You tut in amusement, pushing off the wall with your foot to take a quick stride toward the love of your life, eager to pull him into a warm embrace after an evening of solitude without him. “Aren’t I supposed to sit on Santa’s lap?” You push off the tip of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him closer to you, his hands latching onto your waist.
The tension in his jaw diminishes as he flashes his charming smile, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk. “Actually, you’re supposed to be on the top of the Christmas tree, angel.” Your nose scrunches from the cringe of your helpless holiday puns, the glimmer in Namjoon’s stare a clear indication that he’s equally as amused.
“Or I can be one of your presents, and get laid beneath it.” You respond without missing a beat, winking dramatically as pride swells in your chest from getting him to crack a smile. Namjoon’s dimples concave against his cheeks, a chuckle escaping his lips as he tightens his grip around your waist.
“You enjoy this Santa nonsense far too much, Y/N.” He complains with a soft groan despite secretly enjoying the sudden sprinkle of comedy. You shrug your shoulders, completely unashamed by your corny Christmas puns as you watch Namjoon lean forward to place a gentle kiss upon your lips. His mouth is familiar territory, his affection warming you from the inside out as your heart seems to fill with the comfort of his company.
Your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in his taste, your fingertips digging through the silver strands of hair adorning the crown of his head. You hear another soft groan rumble against your lips, this time exposing his satisfaction in the kiss as the loud grumble of his stomach interrupts your tender moment.
Namjoon pulls back from your lips to peer over your shoulder, spotting a plate of freshly baked sugar cookies as the smell of mulled wine wafts through the living room. His smile fades rapidly as he recalls the numerous amounts of cookies and various glasses of milk displayed for Santa on his travels, silently hoping there was something else to snack on after an evening in the cold.
You peer over your shoulder to follow his line of vision, settling your stare on the plate of cookies as you decipher his expression. A prideful smile tugs at your lips as you run your palms down his wonderfully muscular arms, shamefully feeling them up as you venture down to take hold of his hands. “Don’t worry…” You grin as you begin guiding him into the kitchen to present the delicious meal awaiting him on the stovetop. “I made mandu-guk. Figured it’d warm you up.”
Namjoon’s features illuminate in jubilation, his tongue running against his bottom lip as he locks eyes with you, moving to cup your face within his palms. “I fucking love you, you know that?” He purrs, crashing his mouth against yours to place a soul-sucking kiss upon your lips.
Your mind swirls from his intensity as your body ignites from the sudden foul language mumbling from his lips. You practically drown in his affection, feeling dizzy as you relish in his touch, helplessly letting out a moan of pleasure as his hands explore your frame. It isn’t long until you're panting against his mouth, your lips swollen from his treatment as your forehead presses gently against his.
You gather your thoughts with a sigh after being left in complete shambles from his declaration of love, watching him pull away to move towards the cabinets. You quickly return from your daze as you skip to block his path, holding out your arms to prevent him from moving further into the kitchen. “No no no, I will serve you.” You insist, watching as you anticipate Namjoon’s rebuttal. You cut him off before he can speak. “Go sit down, you literally made your way around the entire planet tonight. The least I can do is make you a plate.”
“Y/N, you don’t need to…”
“I want to.” You smile, pushing against his broad chest with your palms as you shoo him off. “Go! Or you’ll be on my naughty list.” You glare at him with a point of your finger, desperately holding back a laugh as you watch him roll his eyes in mild annoyance.
He tosses his hands up in defeat, reluctantly retreating to take a seat in the living room as he clicks his tongue. You spin around on your heel as you seek out a bowl and chopsticks from the cabinets and drawers, eager to serve your man a delicious bowl of dumpling soup after a long night of being Santa.
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The comfort of the plush sofa cushions supporting your limbs allows you to rest your head against Namjoon’s shoulder, molding into his embrace seamlessly as he holds you against his body. Your bellies are stuffed full of dumplings and mulled wine as you enjoy the dim flickers of the fireplace and the twinkling lights laced throughout the towering spruce sitting in the corner of the living room.
You sigh happily as you focus on the deep rhythmic heartbeat thumping within Namjoon’s rib cage, feeling tranquil as your irises focus on the dancing flames and sparking embers of the fireplace. All you can hear is the crackling of the wood burning alongside his pulse, feeling thankful for the serenity.
You shudder as Namjoon’s fingertips brush against your shoulder, drawing slow circles against your arm as you both enjoy the tender moment alone. You finally peer up at him through your thick lashes, determined to finally break the silence. “I have something for you.” You speak with excitement, eagerly shifting in your position to sit up and face the man of your dreams.
Namjoon’s brow pulls up in a questioning glance as he adjusts himself to sit up straight from having leaned back against the back of the couch. “You do?” There was a youthful elation morphed with the usual raspy quality of his voice, the sound smooth as honey as you push off the couch to move towards the Christmas tree. (Loves!) You spot a red envelope tucked within the branches, plucking it from its hold as you practically skip back towards Namjoon.
Your eyes settle upon the faint glimpse of morning light as you peer out towards the horizon outside your window. The snowfall ceased as the first hints of sunrise peak through the houses of your neighborhood, a smile stretching on your lips at the fact that you’re spending Christmas morning with the man who embodied Santa himself.
“It’s nothing big.” You comment as you grip the envelope with both of your hands, holding it out to him as you take a seat beside him.
Namjoon accepts your offering, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips as he slowly fiddles with the folds of the envelope. “You didn’t need to get me anything. I’m just happy to come home to you.” He admits charmingly, his fingers tugging out the confinements of your gift. He pauses as his eyes scan the pair of tickets now nestled in his grip, examining the text as he catches sight of the words, MoMA Museum.
“What’s this?” His features scrunch as he continues to examine the tickets. If there was one thing Namjoon often talked about it was his desire to travel with you and show you the world. You figure the best gift you could give him would be just that, an opportunity for you both to explore new places while doing things you enjoy.
“Well, I figured since your busy season is over we could take a trip to New York.” You beam, shrugging your shoulders as he continues observing the pair of tickets in his hands. “I know you love museums. What better museum to visit in New York than MoMA?”
Your heart somersaults as you watch Namjoon’s dimples return to his handsome features, his eyes bright with animation. “Y/N, this is amazing.” His voice causes your cheeks to ache from the smile plaguing your face, thankful to see his exhilaration for such a trip. “I can’t wait to go with you.” He quickly leans forward to place the tickets on the coffee table, wrapping his hand around the back of your head to guide you back in for another affectionate kiss.
You can’t help but smile against his lips as his hand laces through your hair, his body eliminating the remaining proximity between you as your arms wrap around his shoulders. Your eyes close as you savor his taste while his mouth gently latches onto your bottom lip, sucking the flesh gently as you feel a chill shoot through your limbs. This man knows exactly what to do to have you melting in his palms.
Before you can return his affection, he’s pulling away from you, leaving you pressing forward in search of his absence. Your eyes flutter open to see he is no longer sitting beside you on the couch, peering up to find him standing before you, extending an open hand. “I have something for you too.”
Your head instinctually tilts to the side in curiosity, finding his stare as you hesitantly accept his hand, allowing him to pull you up from the comfort of your seat. His lips tug into a sly smirk, his dimples shining through his coy expression as his hands find solace on your hips. “You need to close your eyes.” He whispers temptingly, moving a hand up to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear to expose your eyes to him.
You narrow your stare, grinning as if nervous to trust him given his suspicious demeanor. You hesitantly obey, shutting your eyes to conceal yourself in darkness as you listen to him shuffle before you. What could this man possibly give you that he hasn’t already? He has given you the world by simply giving you his heart, what else could you need? You continue to let your mind swirl in curiosity as you feel him grasp one of your hands in his palm.
“Alright, open them.”
There is a slight tremor in his tone as you suck in a breath to ease your building nerves before letting out a sigh, flicking your eyes open to a sight that causes your jaw to unhinge. Namjoon is no longer standing before you, perched on one knee below you as your irises flick down to find his loving stare piercing into your soul. He’s holding your right hand while his other arm rests on his knee, his fluffy silver strands hanging just above his eyes.
“Y/N…I can’t imagine spending my Christmas mornings with anyone else.” He begins as you are suddenly faced with the realization of your predicament. “I’ve waited my entire life for you. The moment I saw you, I knew you were my Mrs. Claus.” He continues, chuckling nervously at his cheesy reference, unable to hold back your own bubbling giggle. Your heart swells from the bright-eyed expression he stares at you with, his jaw tensing up at the severity of his actions. “Would you make me the luckiest man in the world? Y/N…Will you marry me?”
Tears haze your vision as you hold back a sob of happiness, watching in awe as Namjoon holds out his free palm, whisps of crystallized sparkles swirling around as a jewelry box magically appears in his hand. Inside the velvet box is a beautifully displayed ring, a princess-cut diamond reflecting all of the shimmers of freshly fallen snow. You clasp your free hand over your mouth as you hold back sobs of joy, nodding helplessly as you choke back your tears. You’re too overwhelmed to find the words to speak, finally choking out a “yes” as you lean forward to wrap your arms around his built frame.
Namjoon beams from your response, his fingers spreading against your back as he holds you close, pulling back to witness your tear-stained cheeks. He chuckles at your response, rubbing the pad of his thumb to wipe away your tears. “I love you, Y/N.” He presses a kiss to your temple as he releases your hand to retrieve the ring, sliding the extravagant piece of jewelry onto your ring finger.
You gawk at the sight of it, stunned to see how dainty it felt on your finger compared to the visual appearance of it. “Namjoon, It’s beautiful.” Your mind is still reeling at the reality that you’ve just agreed to marry the man that is Kim Namjoon.
“Not as beautiful as you.” He counters, standing up to grip your hips and pulling your body flush against his. He crashes his lips back to yours, shamelessly savoring you as a moan escapes your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, pushing up on your tiptoes to meet his height.
Namjoon groans as you both deepen the kiss, letting your tongues break through the seam of your lips, eager to drown in each other’s affection. Namjoon presses his forehead against yours as you pull away, your lips swollen from his love as you pant to catch your breath.
“Think I can live up to Mrs. Claus?” You ask with a mischievous grin, running your tongue against your bottom lip.
Namjoon’s voice is deep as his eyes darken, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks. “Oh trust me, Mrs. Claus got nothing on you.” He’s staring at you as if you’re his next meal, your body shuddering from the implications of his tone, hoping the remainder of your night would be tangled with the man that engulfed your body with an insatiable need. Luckily for you, your wish is granted as he cups his hand beneath your ass, lifting you up as he encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist.
“Tonight definitely won’t be a silent night.” He brazenly admits, smirking naughtily as he begins guiding you toward your bedroom. You roll your eyes at yet another attempt at a pun, suddenly noticing the serious expression behind his tone. You gulp in anticipation, your eyes widening as he licks his lip lecherously.
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Your body plops against the plush duvet of your king-size bed, the creamy softness of the sheets engulfing your limbs as Namjoon peers at you from his position standing at the foot of the bed. He tosses you down against the mattress top with every intention of ravaging your body like a present ready to be torn open on Christmas morning, tugging the fuzzy fabric of your sweater from your torso to reveal an intricate red lace bralette. His mind swirls in a lustful haze spurred by your acceptance of his marriage proposal, fueling his desire to claim you as his own while he devours the sight of your chest wrapped in the bright red fabric.
You push yourself up against your elbows, peering over your chest to find his dark stare coursing over your body as his large hands grip at the waistband of your leggings. Namjoon is eagerly anticipating the view beneath as he tugs them down gently from your frame, his length twitching in excitement at the sight of your matching lingerie set, relishing in the festive flare of your attire.
“Did I make it on your nice list?” You tease with a flutter of your lashes, smirking as you take in his perfectly chiseled appearance. You smile as you mule over the new status he holds of being your fiancé.
As you let the thought mule over in your head, his sudden intensity snaps you back into the moment. “Fuck the nice list.” He huffs, tugging the suspenders from his shoulders and letting them hang off the sides of his waist.
You gulp back your arousal as you watch him yank off his sweater, disregarding it completely as he tosses it to the side as you gawk over his physique. You hum happily in the back of your throat, biting your lip to sedate your growing sexual appetite as your eyes flicker down to spot Namjoon’s hardening length within his trousers. “Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Your smile widens in amusement as Namjoon’s jaw clenches, his chin protruding from his bubbling irritation.
“I don’t know, angel. Why don’t you get on your knees and find out?” He hisses, stepping back to allow you just enough space to sit up on the edge of the bed and slide down till your knees hit the plush surface of the carpet nestled at the foot of the bed.
His eyes narrow as you lick your lips at the thought of his member, your fingers helplessly clawing at his trousers to button them and tug them from his waist to let his arousal spring free. You’re met with the sight of his dick engorged and angry for attention, always amazed by the size of him each time you’re reminded of his manhood.
He peers down at you, letting a hand gently grip your chin as he tilts your head back to stare up at him from your position on the floor. “Wanna be my little helper?” He raises a brow in excitement, eager for your response as you nod shamelessly, submitting to his desires as your hands find home on his thighs. “Then open up, angel.”
You comply, letting your mouth encase the tip of his cock, which in turn sends his head back in ecstasy. “Fuck, Y/N. Your mouth feels so good.” He groans, digging his palms into your hair to massage your scalp as you begin to take as much of his length into your mouth as possible. Your confidence skyrockets as you drag another groan from his lips, his hips surging forward instinctually as you gag on his cock. “Shit…”
You adjust yourself as tears prickle in the corners of your eyes from the gagging sensation, completely unfazed as you continue to bob your head forward and back while sucking his length as if you're savoring the sweetest candy imaginable. “That’s it Y/N, just like that.”
The taste of him has you moaning against his dick, the vibrations of your arousal stimulating him even more as his muscles flex from the building pressure in his cock, desperate to spew his warm cum all over your tongue. Your muscle works to lick his length while your mouth tightens around him, his grip on your hair tightening as his hips begin to fuck your mouth with only a single warning of his undoing. “I’m gonna cum.” He grits between clenched teeth as his moans signal his orgasm, his thick warm seed sliding down your throat as you happily swallow his taste. “Ah fuck, Y/N. You’re so perfect.”
Your tongue licks up any residue threatening to spill from his tip as you stand back up, relieving the tension of the floor digging into your kneecaps. A prideful smile is stretched across your lips as Namjoon moves forward to lay you back onto the bed, crawling over you with haste as he seeks out your lips as if they were his only salvation. Your mind hardly has time to process that you’re back on the bed before he’s caging you against the mattress with a hand on either side of your head.
Namjoon’s hand slips between the pair of you as he dives into your panties to press the pads of his large fingers against your swollen clit, relishing in the gasps that leave your lips. “Oh my god…” You moan as your head rolls back against the bed, letting out a pleasurable sigh as he works to stimulate your core without warning of preparation. Luckily you're soaked from the arousal of going down on your man, allowing him easy access to getting your body ready for him.
“Hmm, nice and wet for me, Y/N.” He tuts happily, moving to hover his face just above your breasts as he trails kisses down your neck. He pauses as he avoids your voluptuous mounds, moving his head farther down to start feathering kisses down your abdomen as his fingers rub gentle tight circles against your most intimate region.
You shamelessly sing his praise as your stomach becomes tight with anticipation, your words spurring him on as he slips his fingers back to gently press into you, feeling your velvet walls suffocating his digits as he easily pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Namjoon…Shit baby.”
Namjoon’s smirk grows wider as a smug look crosses his face from the sounds he’s eliciting from you, eager to slip in another finger to stretch you out for him. “Stretch for me, Y/N.” His raspy voice deepens as you feel the pressure between your legs, the knot in your stomach tightening as you pant with need, desperate to cascade down the slopes of your orgasm that crashes into you as Namjoon continues to pump his fingers despite the rush of liquid collecting between your legs.
“Fuck…” You breathe out, your limbs weakening as Namjoon proceeds to drag his fingers from your pussy, tugging down your panties to quickly discard them without a care as they are tossed from the bed.
“Damn, Y/N. You’re so fucking perfect.” He praises you, your heart swelling at his compliment as you push up on your elbows to meet his gaze. He moves like silk, skillfully maneuvering his hands around your torso to unhinge the clasp of your bra, tugging the alluringly colored lingerie to the side as he takes in the jaw-dropping sight of your naked body sprawled about the bed. “So beautiful.”
Your cheeks flush red from the heat of your orgasm and the blush of his words, watching as he continues to trap you beneath him, caging you under his body. He leans forward to hover his mouth just above your breasts, letting the warmth of his breath dance across the skin on your nipple before smiling maliciously. He blows a soft puff of air towards one of your nipples, a crystalized glimmer accompanying a frosty swirl of flurries as the pert bud hardens from the sudden chilled sensation. A shiver courses through your limbs as Namjoon utilizes his magic to blow another stream of flurries down the center of your chest.
Before you can dwell in the cold, his mouth encases your hard nipple, the warmth of his tongue soothing the goosebumps that appear across your skin, your body shuddering from the rapid change in temperature on such a sensitive part of you. You sigh in pleasure, running your hands down the length of his torso, letting your palms run against each perfectly toned muscle of his build.
He releases your nipple with a pop, grinning arrogantly as he pushes up to take in the sight of you beneath him. Your eyes feast on his physique once more, noticing his dick is hardened and ready for more attention as he continues to press kisses to various parts of your body.
You smirk maliciously, eager to throw one last holiday pun in while you can before things get any further. “Better wrap that present up before you give it to me.” Your irises glimmer with mischief as you watch Namjoon’s features harden in annoyance. He watches you, shaking his head as a slight chuckle escapes his lips at your endearing determination to rile him up.
“Oh trust me, angel. I’m gonna give it to you hard.” Namjoon admits brazenly as he lifts one of your legs straight up, running his lips against your inner thigh as he greedily kisses and nibbles against the plump flesh. You watch him, entranced by the way he manipulates your body as you watch him slide his arms around your thighs, tugging you back so your back end is flush against the edge of the bed.
Namjoon aligns his hips so that the tip of his member probes the entrance of your swollen pussy, sliding in easily as he pushes into you until he’s completely sheathed inside of your vagina. “Namjoon!” You scream from suddenly being impaled on his cock, Namjoon tugging against your thighs to pull your body flush against his hips.
“You feel amazing, Y/N.” He pants as your velvet walls adjust around him, suffocating his dick as he gently pulls back out before thrusting himself back in. He pauses once again, savoring every sensation of his slow methodical thrusts, your body lurching in pleasure each time he slides himself back out before ramming back in.
“Fuck me faster, Namjoon.” You cry out, desperate to feel the build of your orgasm as he forces you to endure his deliciously slow torment. He’s holding your legs out, his fingers gripped around your ankles to prevent you from taking matters into your own hands, laying there defenseless.
He throws his head back with a groan at the sweet sound of you begging for him to fuck you faster, practically growling as he picks up the speed of his hips. “You want my dick like this?” He asked through short breaths, snapping his hips as the sound of his balls slapping against your drenched core echoes around you.
“Yes, Namjoon!” You moan, feeling your mind spin with pleasure as the crown of your head presses against the mattress, your hands clinging onto whatever you can possibly grab onto, feeling wonderfully full as Namjoon ruthlessly pounds into you.
“Cum for me, Y/N.” He commands, his teeth clenched, jaw tight as your walls throb from the stimulation, feeling your body clench before convulsing around him, horrified by the amount of liquid between your legs. A couple more thrusts and he meets his own undoing, shooting warm strings of cum to coat your velvet walls, letting his head fall against your forehead as he releases your legs, letting them fall limp across the edge of the bed.
His weight crushes you as he lets his body relax from his release, shifting to lean on his arm to lay beside you, admiring the coloration of your cheeks spurred by his ministrations. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He grins happily, placing a kiss on your temple as he lets his head drop against the duvet to recover from the exertion of his actions.
You lay in a euphoric state, suddenly recalling the stunning ring adorning your finger. You lift your hand to admire the Christmas present, smiling as you tilt your head to the side to find the love of your life lying beside you. “That’s Mrs. Claus to you.” You grin mischievously, watching his eyes narrow despite the appearance of his dimples against his cheeks as a smile invades his lips.
“As long as you're mine, I’ll call you whatever you want.” He hums happily, wrapping an arm around your waist to tug you on top of him, not giving a damn about the mess between the pair of you.
You feel as if you're floating, peering into his eyes with complete admiration as you lean forward to press a passionate kiss to his lips. “I love you too, Namjoon.” You add with a whisper, getting lost in another heated kiss. A glimmer of Namjoon’s magic sparkles against the ceiling above you to reveal a small green sprout blooming from the drywall, a glistening mistletoe hanging above you as you get lost in the passion of your loving embrace.
can we get amnesia trope with namjoon pleaseee?
Never Forget You
Pairing: Mafia!Kim Namjoon x Reader
Warnings: Soft Yandere, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
3000 celebration
“Do I know you?”
You visibly stiffened when you heard his deep voice. You tried to calm your heart that was beating too fast, tried to breathe slowly. But how could you pretend like nothing was happening when Kim Namjoon was literally standing in front of you? When it had been almost a year since you last saw him?
When it had been eight months since you left him?
When it had been eight months since you last saw him bruised and bloodied?
You heard him chuckled softly when a moment passed and you still didn’t acknowledge him. You were terrified. You knew nothing was simple with him. You knew nothing was uncomplicated when it came to you and him… and Namjoon suddenly appearing in front of you made you lose all the progress you made.
You thought you had escaped him. Yet now, he was standing in front of you.
Suddenly, you were back to being that naive girl who loved him too much.
“I’m sorry if I scared you. It’s just that…you looked familiar,” Namjoon trailed off when you finally looked up at his tall form. The first thing you noticed was the scar on the side of his forehead, a clear and bitter reminder of how the two of you ended on what seemed like lives ago. The second thing you noticed was the color of his hair. The old Namjoon would never dare color his hair, but the man in front of you was spontaneous enough to do so.
The last thing you noticed about him was his eyes- they were no longer angry. His eyes looked as angelic as the first time you met him. Kim Namjoon looked at peace.
And so, you lied.
You lied because he deserved the peace and you were terrified.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know you.”
The second time you crossed paths with him again was after two months. You decided to move again the very next day that you saw him. You were certain you weren’t safe, that you needed distance from him for your sanity and his peace. However, destiny seemed to laugh at your efforts.
You were walking, your eyes focused on the scenery on your way to work when you felt someone crashed into you, cold liquid poured on your white shirt. The dark contrast of coffee against your shirt was enough to make you lose your composure. You were about to unleash hell on the assailant when you saw who it was.
However, his face shut you up. Of course it was him. Again.
“I’m so sorry!” Kim Namjoon exclaimed in a horrified voice, his mouth focused on your wet shirt and the see-through brassiere that you snapped your fingers in front of him.
“Eyes up here, Namjoon!”
He looked at you sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck when he realized what you said…when he realized what you called him. Suddenly, he lost the apologetic look on his face, his eyes widened with curiosity and suspicion.
“What did you just call me?” He asked in a deep voice. He tilted his head to the side, his mannerism even before the accident. You hated how you still knew about this. You so badly wanted to erase him from your thoughts.
In fact, it should have been you who lost the memories. In that way, you would be able to escape his memories: the good and the bad.
You stepped back when he walked closer to you. You were glad that this happened in public. You wouldn’t be this glad, though, if this happened eight months ago. If this happened eight months ago, Namjoon would just simply take what he wanted regardless of the consequences.
“You called me Namjoon,” he stated, his eyes taking you in. He looked lethal despite the changes in him. For heaven’s sake, the old him wouldn’t be caught wearing a tote bag like he did now. The old him wouldn’t even dare wear whatever he color of clothes he was wearing right now.
You opted to look at his chest rather than his eyes, which he found rather unacceptable. You gulped when you felt his finger tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. “Do you know me, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. The one he used to call you so lovingly…yet sometimes he did so mockingly. You were shaking when you met his curious eyes.
He chuckled without any emotions when moment passed and you didn’t confirm nor deny. “Was I a bad person that you would lie to me about knowing me?”
He wasn’t. Until love or rather, until obsession swallowed him whole.
For the second time, and what probably was the last time, Kim Namjoon let you go. The tears that were pooling in your eyes were enough for him to gently let you walked away from him.
“Are you going to be honest now?” He asked his father who was sitting in front of him as though he was the king himself. In a way, he was. They sat on top of the hierarchy in the underworld, and Kim Namjoon before the accident was the King when his father stepped down. He was the king, yet he couldn’t lead right now because of his memories.
They said he was chasing after someone when it happened.
They said the person wasn’t important and that the person was now gone.
The doctor was confident that he would remember everything in due time, which was fine to him. Really. It was fine. However, he felt a constant stabbing pain in his heart. He felt incomplete. He felt as though his world lost its balance.
Something was missing.
Someone was missing.
Because if not, how could he explain the dreams that both haunted and enchanted him each night? How could he explain the scenes similar to that of a movie whenever he closed his eyes of a girl who loved him?
Someone loved him.
And he was desperate to remember her, to get her back in his arms where she obviously belonged. He was simply restless.
“What are you talking about, son?”
Gently, he laid his palm on the wooden table. He leaned in, his calmness a mask to his insanity. Namjoon was always calm, yet his calmness was lethal. His father knew about this. Most especially, you knew about this. “Don’t lie to me,” he whispered in his deep voice. “Who was I chasing that night, father?”
His father thought he deserved the truth, yet he didn’t want to him to know. His son had always been levelheaded, yet when it came to you, his ever-loving sanity vanished. Personally, he thought it was a blessing in disguise when he forgot about you.
He should’ve known, Namjoon would never just let go. His obsession was stronger than the clean state of his memories. He recognized that obsession because he too was once obsessed with Namjoon’s mother. And it was his love that drove her away.
He didn’t want it to happen to Namjoon.
Yet, it still did. He drove you away.
“And this time, please don’t lie to me.”
He regarded him with his eyes, “You were chasing your fiancé that night.”
Three months passed, and you hadn’t seen him since then. You moved once again, living peacefully. Or so you thought.
It had been thirteen months since you escaped from him. The car chase was something you would never want to relive, yet you could remember it clear as day. His love suffocated you. What was once a sweet relationship turned sour when he let the darkness won. He terrified you. His love was obsessive, his embrace became tighter, his kisses became more desperate the more he felt you pulling away. But didn’t he realize you pulled away because he stopped being the Namjoon you fell in love with?
And when you finally discovered how deep his obsession was, how people suddenly disappeared when he felt they were a threat, you had the courage to leave him. But he didn’t take it easy. Of course, he didn’t. When he found your ring on his bedside table, he lost it.
And that was how the car chase happened. That was how he lost you.
You turned your head to look in front of you when you heard someone sat. You thought that finally, your date your coworker set you up with finally arrived. But instead of him, Kim Namjoon was there.
He sat down comfortably, his eyes focused on the menu. And you knew, you just knew that he was back. His hair was dark once again. Gone was the tote bag and simplicity in his clothes. Now, he was sporting the usual suit you knew he favored.
It scared you that he hadn’t once looked up at you. He only did so when he placed his order, and you noticed he ordered for two. He ordered your favorite.
He remembered now.
“W-what are you doing here?” Your voice trembled as you took him in.
“You’re here, sweetheart. Where else would I be?” He asked in a mocking voice, his eyes finally on yours as he took you in.
Thirteen months you ran.
Thirteen months he lived without you.
He had enough.
“What did you do to him…”
He leaned in, his head tilted to the side. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We only…talked.”
“Don’t lie to me!” You hissed, anger getting the best of you. “What. Did. You. Do?”
Suddenly, the restaurant was emptied by men wearing dark suits. And then they dragged the bloodied man inside. You were crying, you didn’t realize until Namjoon wiped your tears. He hated seeing you cry. It was his weakness.
Perhaps, he loved you too much.
“Shh,” he comforted you, standing up to kneel beside you. He looked into your eyes with overflowing love, with too much love that it drowned you. “Nothing will happen to him. I promise you.”
He kept his promises, always.
After all, he promised you that he would never leave you. And beyond his memory loss, he never left you. Namjoon kept on coming back.
“If you marry me now, nothing would happen to him.”
You looked at his sincere eyes. He looked worried over your state. “Do you promise?”
“Yes, sweetheart. I promise.”
That night, he slipped back the ring you left. That night, Kim Namjoon promised that he would love you forever.
That night, he promised to himself that he would never let you escape again…and that he would never forget you again.
𝑷𝒐𝒗: 𝑩𝒇!𝑩𝑻𝑺 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 (𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆)
Synopsis: The BTS boys end up mistaking a thermometer for a pregnancy test and think they're going to be dads
Your status:
Kim Seokjin:
Min Yoongi:
Kim Namjoon:
Jung Hoseok:
Do I do the maknae line part?
I hope you liked it, sorry for any mistakes💜
Can I get a BTS reaction to their child (baby, like 1 or 2 year old) giggling and laughing to them looking at themselves in the mirror? I just saw this happening. The dad was pushing the cart close and far away from the mirror, and the kid was DYING of laughter
Hello whitefoxgirl, I loved your request, it gave me lots of good ideas!!!! But I'm going to have to split it into two parts because I'm very sick at the moment so it's very difficult to write, I promise to try and get the rest up as soon as I can!!! I hope you like it 💜💜
Just a Happy Day:
𝓜𝓲𝓷 𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲:
Since the birth of your daughter with Min Yoongi you didn't have much free time and you didn't have a day to enjoy without the responsibility of taking care of a baby, your husband did as much as he could to help with everything, but it was still very tiring. Wanting to please her, he took a day off and after a lot of persuasion he managed to convince her to go out with her friends while he stayed at home to take care of Jiyeon, as the girl was already 10 months old and always remained calm and calm with her father. He decided to accept, despite the uncomfortable feeling of being away from his little girl.
It was already getting dark when you returned with several bags of things you had bought for yourself and Jiyeon. Everything seemed quiet and very clean despite the few toys scattered around the living room and the large sofas, which was strange since there was always a little girl running around and filling the rooms with her sweet delicate voice and loud laughter that made your days happier.
As you climb the steps of the staircase leading to the second floor, you hear a low moan coming from one of the bedrooms, which catches your attention and makes you go up faster and try your best not to make a sound as you walk up to the door of the suite, you open the door just a little to peek at what they're both doing and you end up looking at the most adorable scene in the world. Yoong is with Jiyeon in his arms standing in front of the mirror playing together, he tilts his body so that his face disappears from the mirror and then returns to his previous position, letting out a "buh" that makes the girl laugh and clap her hands.
𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴:
After a tiring morning cleaning the apartment where you lived with Hoseok and your 6-month-old daughter Yeonju, taking the opportunity to sort out some things to donate and the presents she had received the last time your husband's friends came to visit with their children, you decided to lie down on the sofa for a few minutes just to rest but ended up dozing off for a couple of hours because you were so tired. When you woke up it was already afternoon, the sun was low and your body was less sore, but you were no longer on the sofa but on the big bed in your bedroom. Looking sideways towards the huge closet with a large mirror on the door, you saw your daughter's baby carriage with the little girl clapping her hands and laughing loudly while her father appeared and disappeared from the mirror.
Hoseok hummed a tune as he jumped in front of the mirror and then away. Every time the man disappeared, the little girl let out a loud laugh and clapped her hands in excitement at the "magic" her father was performing, which made her father do it more and more enthusiastically. Until he noticed you looking and turned towards you, a little flushed.
- Look love, she loves watching me do magic - he said excitedly before going back to playing with her, only this time determined to make you laugh too.
𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷:
With a baby at home, it was hard to find a quiet place in the house other than the library where Namjoon went to think, read and work for a while, which he did at least once a day after making sure his wife didn't need him and spending a lot of time playing with little Jae, who was a mini copy of his father.
Today the man had been locked in the library for a few hours working on a new song, but he hadn't been able to make much progress on the track and was starting to get frustrated when he heard a knock on the door and saw his wife open the door showing only her face.
- Hi, honey, I know you're busy, but could you take a look at Jae for a few minutes for me? - Yn asks with a cute smile, Namjoon smiles and nods, going to the door to take the chubby baby from his wife's hands. Jae smiles excitedly and holds out his arms to his father.
Despite being a six-month old baby, Jae is big and strong, always hungry and making a mess, his little brown eyes sparkling with love every time he sees his father. Namjoon holds him in his arms and kisses his chubby cheek, smiling at him, but the happiness of father and son only lasts a few minutes before the little one starts to throw a tantrum, whimpering as he flaps his arms in irritation. The man tries everything to calm him down, but it seems impossible. The father walks with the baby in his arms while rocking him slightly but he continues to grumble, until the man passes in front of the mirror and the baby lets out a low chuckle but starts crying again when Namjoon turns away, realizing this he starts playing with Jae through the mirror while humming the song he was working on.
When yn returned to the room, he found them playing together and laughing with each other in an adorable scene, because both of them, apart from their looks, had very similar laughs. Namjoon always looked immensely radiant when he had his son in his arms, and it was impossible not to get emotional watching him.
Sorry for any mistakes, I hope you like it 💜
Helpp!!
President Kim namjoon x secretary/ambassador/ lawyer/ politician reader
"Ahhh....help me"
You've just spent a night in your boyfriend's holiday house that he's sharing with his friends. You'd got in late from the airport when namjoon came to pick you up, so you didn't feel like touching.
But immediately in the morning before you even did anything else your man was on you. Sex for breakfast.
Namjoon left you to get ready for the morning and you cleaned yourself form the scent of sex. The huge shower was a pleasure to shower in and you couldn't take your eyes off the hickeys namjoon left on you as you look at yourself in the mirror while brushing your teeth. They're low so they won't show when you wear a vest but you won't be able to hide them when you wear a bikini and go swimming.
You're joining your boyfriend and his friends for the summer. You weren't for the idea at first seeing that you're the only female, and you didn't want to be a hinder or make his friends feel weird. But after they told you it's fine and your boyfriend reassured you on a facetime, you were for the idea. Immediately you packed your bags and left on the flight your boyfriend paid for.
You walk out of the house the summer sun hitting you were it blinds. You find his friends, jungkook, taehyung and yoongi on the porch seemingly watching something in the distance.
You greet them.
"Hi y/n. it's good to see you " They greet.
"It's nice to see you guys too" you rub your hands over the skin of your arms, of course nervous. You don't want to be a bother.
"And thanks for letting me join " you say sweetly.
"You don't have to thank us you're namjoon's girl, so we don't mind" yoongi says. "Plus he'd probably be depressed if you couldn't come. Cause before you got here all he did was speak about you." Yoongi continues and you blush at the information.
You knew namjoon missed you but you didn't know he'd spoken about you.
"You know y/n I missed you so much, you're the only funny one here" taehyung jokes as they glare at him. You chuckle at that and hum an appreciation.
"I'd hug you but namjoon would stab me" he continues.
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind" you say opening your arms so that taehyung could hug you, which he does. Nothing to dramatic.
And from a distant you can hear your boyfriend exclaim. "Taehyung don't touch her" you chuckle as he moves away from your hug.
"See?" He says and you all laugh.
You decide to turn your eyes to find the voice that just spoke. You didn't see namjoon immediately when you came out but now that you see him, he isn't that far away just like a hundred meters away.
You gasp when you see your boyfriend crouched down with a dog in between his thighs.
"A dog. What the fuck " you exclaims nervously and the boys standing next to you look at you confused by your reaction. You look terrified. They are about to ask what's wrong when you hear namjoon shout.
"Don't worry baby he doesn't bite" like he'll know, you scoff. He looks twice your size, that's an exaggeration but that's how it feels. Namjoon knows you're scared of dogs and didn't tell you there was one here. You never saw him yesterday assuming he must've been sleeping in his owners room, cause you both arrived when everyone was asleep.
When the dog sees who namjoon is speaking to he forces himself out of namjoon's grip and he comes running to you. He's probably just excited to see someone new, he's not a biter and everyone knows that except you.
The dog runs to you and like he's owner knows it he turns to warn you but your already far gone.
"Y/N DONT RUN. HE THINKS ITS FUN TO CHASE PEOPLE " jungkook yells but your legs move before your brain as you sprint along the sand like it's a track.
"He's not dangerous babe don't run" namjoon yells after, and watches as bam sprints behind you like it's a game of catch.
"She's quite fast" yoongi laughs and they all watch you run and scream. Jungkook tries call for bam but the canine is too far interested in you.
"Ahhhhh..... someone help me" you scream and taehyung slaps jungkook's arm so he can do something.
"Help her" taehyung says. You're running in circles when you catch a glimpse of namjoon and jungkook running after you like it's bay watch. They can barely catch up to the two of you, you and bam's speed to fast for them. They are so chill about it cause they know bam won't do anything to you apart from licking, jumping and sniffing you. He's just excited.
Soon enough you and bam's escapade is brought to an when your ankle bends and you fall. You groan loudly when you hit the sand and the canine is soon sniffing you and licking your face.
"No boy, stop it" you say but bam doesn't seem to understand, too excited that he caught his prize.
"Bam come here" you hear jungkook command and the dog finally leaves you. You feel namjoon's shadow cover you as he crouches down and eyes a tired you.
"Are you okay baby" You can only shake your head. "My ankle hurts" you say pointing to your ankle. No one knew how you fell but they just saw you going down. It did hurt but its not something that's going to hinder your holiday.
"Your ankle?" You nod when your boyfriend asks cutely.
"Awww baby... let's get you some ice" namjoon coos and he carries you bridal style, nothing hard for him.
You're a little embarrassed when you pass by the guys as you cuddle into namjoon's neck. You're very much embarrassed. Especially when you hear them mumble apologises and hear yoongi laugh namjoon gives him a death glare which shuts him up.
You're now sat on the couch with your injured leg on namjoon's lap.
You shake your head when he asks you if it hurts, the ice preventing swelling.
"Just a little but it won't hinder my time here" you inform him and he hums acknowledging.
He runs he's other hand up and down your thigh comfortingly.
"Can't believe this is how I start my morning " you scoff "getting chased by a dog" you shake your head at yourself and namjoon laughs and you smack the bare skin on his bicep.
"It's your fault even" you whine.
"You knew my friend had a dog"
"But I didn't know it was here" you complain.
"Okay that's my fault. But I told you he doesn't bite" you shake your head.
"That's not guaranteed joonie " he knows you aren't seriously mad at him when you call him like that.
"I'm sorry baby it's my fault. I'll make it up to you" he smiles reassuringly at you. And you smile.
"You didn't tell me you were a track star babe" he jokes laughing and you forget your ankle is injured and you kick him immediately regretting it. "Careful"
After setting your leg down you speak "actually did a little track back in school. Haven't been practicing but today was a good start " you both chuckle.
"Well this leg better heal quick" you think there's a hidden sexual innuendo but the look in his face tells you otherwise. You farrow your eyebrows.
"Why?" You question.
"You have to meet yeontan" he says and you widen your eyes.
"THERE'S ANOTHER ONE" you exclaim surprised.
"Don't worry he doesn't bite too" namjoon can't help but laugh at you.
You scoff as you lay back sighing once your body is layed down.
"I'm done with this doggy drama. This isn't the doggy drama I wanted"
PARDONNEZ-MOI MONSIEUR
Yendere!namjoon
Namjoon x fem reader
Pickpocketing reader.
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Synopsis: pickpocketing was a fun game for you, you'd enjoy all the little treasures you'd get and laughed at how unattentive people were. Until everything changed when you stole a locket from a man and had it stolen from you as well. You didn't mind it being stolen from you, it was worthless to you anyways, that was until the man returned to you asking for his locket back. And you couldn't find it.
Too gooood, another masterpiece to be born ISTG ✨✨
Good job 👏
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[Shorts] Sender Unknown | Namjoon
Summary: When the door to the container opened, you thought it would be the end of weeks of being moved around many oceans, but instead you meet Namjoon, the ringleader of the biggest human trafficking scheme of South Korea, and he decides to keep you.
Warnings: themes of human trafficking, domestic violence, reader bleeds in face, reader is with Namjoon against her will/held captive, reader is mistreated cause she’s a foreigner/not Korean speaker
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As the potato cubes danced around in the boiling water, you sat nearby, at the dining table as your feet kicked back and forth, as if it aided you in remembering the words that you were articulating out loud.
“Ann-yeong-ha… ha. Annyeonghaseyo.” You muttered, your eyes moving away from the pages to glance over at the pot cooking away on the stove.
“J…jeo. Jeo neun, y/n… im-ni-da.” You followed along with the text in the book, trying your best to articulate every syllable in a precise manner.
Today, you were learning how to introduce yourself in Korean. This required far more brain power than the lesson you went through last week, when you learned how to count.
Click!
But terror thundered down on you at the sound of the front door unlocking, and you bounced off your chair, turning in panicked circles as you tried to find a good hiding spot for your book.
The kitchen drawers.
You had no choice - Namjoon would expect you to be in the kitchen by now. So, you pushed the chair back and grabbed both the book and pen before you stormed into the kitchen and grabbed hold of the first drawer you saw, and you threw the items in before pushing the drawer, not looking back.
The way the door sounded as it was being shut signaled that Namjoon was in a decent mood today, and you were not going to ruin that.
You grabbed the ladle, hissing at the heat that radiated from it, but you pushed through as you swirled it in circles, trying your hardest to not look suspicious.
“There was a parcel delivery but…” That was it. You couldn’t open the door as… it was locked. “They left a card in the mailbox.” You ended it at that as you broke apart the curry blocks and dropped them in the pan.
“I saw. It’s at the neighbor.” Namjoon murmured as you could sense him standing right behind you.
“However…” The sound of a thin sheet of paper brushing against another caught your attention; numbing your senses as you swore you saw black spots dancing in front of your eyes.
“What lesson are you on? Two? Hm, your handwriting is… awful.”
“Namjoon…” You couldn’t find it in you to turn around - afraid of the evil that would be swirling in his eyes.
Yet, knowing you had no choice, you turned-
The sturdy hardcover slammed against your cheek, the cover cracking at the hit, but that didn’t stop Namjoon as he gripped onto the book tighter and struck you a couple of times, ignoring the terrified shrieks that came from you as the sharp corners drew blood over your face.
“Sorry! Sorry!” You screamed as you tried to make yourself as small as possible, covering your head with your arms.
You could forget about ever learning Korean.
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Too gooood, another masterpiece to be born ISTG ✨✨
Good job 👏
[Shorts] Sender Unknown | Namjoon
Summary: When the door to the container opened, you thought it would be the end of weeks of being moved around many oceans, but instead you meet Namjoon, the ringleader of the biggest human trafficking scheme of South Korea, and he decides to keep you.
Warnings: themes of human trafficking, domestic violence, reader bleeds in face, reader is with Namjoon against her will/held captive, reader is mistreated cause she’s a foreigner/not Korean speaker
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As the potato cubes danced around in the boiling water, you sat nearby, at the dining table as your feet kicked back and forth, as if it aided you in remembering the words that you were articulating out loud.
“Ann-yeong-ha… ha. Annyeonghaseyo.” You muttered, your eyes moving away from the pages to glance over at the pot cooking away on the stove.
“J…jeo. Jeo neun, y/n… im-ni-da.” You followed along with the text in the book, trying your best to articulate every syllable in a precise manner.
Today, you were learning how to introduce yourself in Korean. This required far more brain power than the lesson you went through last week, when you learned how to count.
Click!
But terror thundered down on you at the sound of the front door unlocking, and you bounced off your chair, turning in panicked circles as you tried to find a good hiding spot for your book.
The kitchen drawers.
You had no choice - Namjoon would expect you to be in the kitchen by now. So, you pushed the chair back and grabbed both the book and pen before you stormed into the kitchen and grabbed hold of the first drawer you saw, and you threw the items in before pushing the drawer, not looking back.
The way the door sounded as it was being shut signaled that Namjoon was in a decent mood today, and you were not going to ruin that.
You grabbed the ladle, hissing at the heat that radiated from it, but you pushed through as you swirled it in circles, trying your hardest to not look suspicious.
“There was a parcel delivery but…” That was it. You couldn’t open the door as… it was locked. “They left a card in the mailbox.” You ended it at that as you broke apart the curry blocks and dropped them in the pan.
“I saw. It’s at the neighbor.” Namjoon murmured as you could sense him standing right behind you.
“However…” The sound of a thin sheet of paper brushing against another caught your attention; numbing your senses as you swore you saw black spots dancing in front of your eyes.
“What lesson are you on? Two? Hm, your handwriting is… awful.”
“Namjoon…” You couldn’t find it in you to turn around - afraid of the evil that would be swirling in his eyes.
Yet, knowing you had no choice, you turned-
The sturdy hardcover slammed against your cheek, the cover cracking at the hit, but that didn’t stop Namjoon as he gripped onto the book tighter and struck you a couple of times, ignoring the terrified shrieks that came from you as the sharp corners drew blood over your face.
“Sorry! Sorry!” You screamed as you tried to make yourself as small as possible, covering your head with your arms.
You could forget about ever learning Korean.
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Tag list
@mawwnsterr @silversparkles11 @minshookie29 @ynaught @pinkcherrybombs @oppa-agust-d @bunzom @bunnyrhe @btsiguess-kpop @b0fi @softiegukk @stonyoongi @douknowbts @themochiverse @yuikitty @kagami-s-void @darkuni63 @mageprincess7 @potterbrooke @nininek12 @sarobsarai @astaeriods @articpup @kookiwu @itsmebitch7 @kakaotaek
Too gooood, another masterpiece to be born ISTG ✨✨
Good job 👏
[Shorts] Sender Unknown | Namjoon
Summary: When the door to the container opened, you thought it would be the end of weeks of being moved around many oceans, but instead you meet Namjoon, the ringleader of the biggest human trafficking scheme of South Korea, and he decides to keep you.
Warnings: themes of human trafficking, domestic violence, reader bleeds in face, reader is with Namjoon against her will/held captive, reader is mistreated cause she’s a foreigner/not Korean speaker
—
As the potato cubes danced around in the boiling water, you sat nearby, at the dining table as your feet kicked back and forth, as if it aided you in remembering the words that you were articulating out loud.
“Ann-yeong-ha… ha. Annyeonghaseyo.” You muttered, your eyes moving away from the pages to glance over at the pot cooking away on the stove.
“J…jeo. Jeo neun, y/n… im-ni-da.” You followed along with the text in the book, trying your best to articulate every syllable in a precise manner.
Today, you were learning how to introduce yourself in Korean. This required far more brain power than the lesson you went through last week, when you learned how to count.
Click!
But terror thundered down on you at the sound of the front door unlocking, and you bounced off your chair, turning in panicked circles as you tried to find a good hiding spot for your book.
The kitchen drawers.
You had no choice - Namjoon would expect you to be in the kitchen by now. So, you pushed the chair back and grabbed both the book and pen before you stormed into the kitchen and grabbed hold of the first drawer you saw, and you threw the items in before pushing the drawer, not looking back.
The way the door sounded as it was being shut signaled that Namjoon was in a decent mood today, and you were not going to ruin that.
You grabbed the ladle, hissing at the heat that radiated from it, but you pushed through as you swirled it in circles, trying your hardest to not look suspicious.
“There was a parcel delivery but…” That was it. You couldn’t open the door as… it was locked. “They left a card in the mailbox.” You ended it at that as you broke apart the curry blocks and dropped them in the pan.
“I saw. It’s at the neighbor.” Namjoon murmured as you could sense him standing right behind you.
“However…” The sound of a thin sheet of paper brushing against another caught your attention; numbing your senses as you swore you saw black spots dancing in front of your eyes.
“What lesson are you on? Two? Hm, your handwriting is… awful.”
“Namjoon…” You couldn’t find it in you to turn around - afraid of the evil that would be swirling in his eyes.
Yet, knowing you had no choice, you turned-
The sturdy hardcover slammed against your cheek, the cover cracking at the hit, but that didn’t stop Namjoon as he gripped onto the book tighter and struck you a couple of times, ignoring the terrified shrieks that came from you as the sharp corners drew blood over your face.
“Sorry! Sorry!” You screamed as you tried to make yourself as small as possible, covering your head with your arms.
You could forget about ever learning Korean.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Tag list
@mawwnsterr @silversparkles11 @minshookie29 @ynaught @pinkcherrybombs @oppa-agust-d @bunzom @bunnyrhe @btsiguess-kpop @b0fi @softiegukk @stonyoongi @douknowbts @themochiverse @yuikitty @kagami-s-void @darkuni63 @mageprincess7 @potterbrooke @nininek12 @sarobsarai @astaeriods @articpup @kookiwu @itsmebitch7 @kakaotaek