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In the back of his head he can hear his father’s voice. ‘Calm down,’ Kim Senior would always say when Namjoon’s advanced math homework would get the best of him. ‘Calm down and then look again. You’ll find the answer when your eyes are fresh’.
Wow this was such a good read.
I have a bittersweet relationship with zombie apocalypse fics because they make me emotional, sometimes too emotional, but this hit my heart in the best ways. I feel so soft after reading this. My heart is warm, but my adrenaline is pumping because of the fact that Namjoon now has to, both figuratively and literally, survive a zombie apocalypse with a baby on his back.
Even though this was a drabble, it has so much depth and imagery and there are so many possibilities that can come next with that ending. It’s exciting to think about the what if’s and just try to predict what could come after this.
Thank you so much Aja for writing this! This made me so happy and boosted my spirits so I’m grateful for this. I’m sending you my love!!!💕💕💕💕
SS4 - KNJ, angst, 2457w
TW: zombie apocalypse themes, language
There’s a rustling sound that comes from the trunk of the car that Namjoon is rifling through. He sighs, annoyed because he just put his machete away after taking the time to clean it with one of the few, precious wet wipes he has left. Still, he takes it out of its hanging place in his backpack’s water bottle pouch and approaches the back of the car as quietly as possible.
Worst case scenario: It’s the now-undead owner of the car that maybe got stuck under the trunk. He’s seen it a few times since the Outbreak and, if anything, it’ll make this kill a lot easier and cleaner.
Best case scenario: It’s a raccoon going through something in the trunk—like old groceries or maybe some useful supplies. In that case, he can come out of this alive, with dinner, and maybe with some new tools. Even another backpack would come in handy now.
As he approaches the trunk, Namjoon can see that there’s no half of a festering, reanimated body hanging out the side of the trunk. The trunk is fully closed, though the rustling hasn’t stopped. This should be a good sign since it probably means he’s getting the best case scenario. Even still, he hasn’t been doing this long enough for killing an animal to get any easier or more pleasant than it was before the Outbreak.
He wiggles the end of the machete under the lip of the trunk a bit until it pops up lightly after unlocking. Taking a deep breath, he counts down from 10 while repositioning his machete to be ready to strike. Raccoons have always been feisty and there’s no telling what an apocalypse could do for their attitude problems.
With a flick of his wrist, the trunk flies open and his arm comes down only to stop in mid-air as he gazes into a pair of human eyes. Human eyes that blink in fright, human eyes set in a chubby and dirty face that’s framed with dark hair. It’s a child, he realizes. Shit, it’s a child.
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No matter how hard he tries, things just fall apart under his fingers, for all that he tries to soften his grasp, tries to keep them swaddled in the cradle of his hands.
And yet, here you are, having given him the most priceless, delicate thing he could ever hold: your heart.
Hi Joy. I know that this is only a drabble and the only work of yours that I've read so far, but can I just say that this honestly took my breath away??!? Like, I felt my breath stop in my chest and every time I think about it as I type this out, I get the same feelings again, and again, and again.
The depth and detail, the poetic prose that is woven through these sentences are beyond words. Beyond anything that I could grasp at this time of night. Honestly, I would usually insert more lines or paragraphs so I can talk more about how each and everyone made me feel, but it's just...Every single paragraph, every single sentence, every single word was chosen so beautifully and carefully to create this work of art that is now like a galaxy in during my midnight. From beginning to end, every single word had a purpose and it continued to snowball and build to this wonderful thing that is this drabble. I honestly just want to engrave this piece in my mind forever and ever.
He wants to keep you safe forever, if you’ll let him.
I just....can I just...pause for a second because wow. Wow...wow...You can see how much Namjoon loves her with all the references to his clumsiness, but how he always treats and cares for the main character like porcelain. And you can tell how much the main character loves him back at the end, and all of it combined just made me smile and made my heart soften.
If this is only what a 600-word drabble can do to me, then I can only imagine what your other works hold. I feel like this is the reason why I love reading so much. Why at times I’ll find myself lost in a novel for hours at a time when there is other work that I’m indebted to. So I'm so very grateful and thankful that I came to your page tonight. This, and you, were such a light to my dreary day. My joy, Joy. Thank you for reminding me why I love to read so much. I'm forever grateful for you. I'm sending you all my love Joy.💕
12 or 20 with namjoon bls 🥺
12 - things you said when you thought i was asleep
you could argue that this filled 20 too, but let’s go with 12! thank you for the request anon, I hope you like it!! 💖 ty to my girl @hobi-gif as always!
pairing: namjoon x reader / word count: 0.6k / genre: fluff / warnings: none!
Namjoon’s clumsy. It’s an undeniable fact. You can trust him to look after your deepest secrets and whispered confessions, secure in the knowledge they’ll be fiercely protected, but if you want something carried? You’re better off asking someone else. He’ll drop it, bend it, break it, shatter it. No matter how hard he tries, things just fall apart under his fingers, for all that he tries to soften his grasp, tries to keep them swaddled in the cradle of his hands.
And yet, here you are, having given him the most priceless, delicate thing he could ever hold: your heart.
You trust his clumsy hands. You trust him, trust his tenderness, his gentleness, his kindness and his love—and Namjoon will never break that trust, strives to keep it safe. You forgive his fumbling, his stumbling; his floundering, his blundering. For you, he’s not a ham-handed, unintentional force of destructive chaos. For you, he stands rooted to the ground, a redwood, the Hyperion tree of your world, unshakeable and solid and stable. You sway into him because you know he’ll support you. You fall into his hands, comfortable in the knowledge he’ll keep you safe, keep you whole.
Even in your sleep you stay close. You press yourself against him, folding yourself into lines of his body, soft and quiet in the night. When he entwines his fingers with your own, even in your dreams he’d swear that you squeeze his hand, recognising his touch. He’s so careful with you, always, treats you like something priceless and worth protecting. He sweeps his gaze over your face, the curve of your lashes, the slant of your nose, the fall of your cupid’s bow into the line of your pretty mouth, and he loves loves loves you.
“I love you,” he whispers, quiet and soft and low, words so light in the air that you don’t even stir.
He wants to keep you safe forever, if you’ll let him.
“I’m going to marry you. If you’ll have me.”
He lets the truth of it slip out into the world, into the silence of the room, full of nothing but the sound of your quiet breathing. He would never put words in your mouth, assume your acceptance—but in this moment, with only himself as a witness, he’ll allow himself this tiny, uncharacteristic selfishness, to imagine a world in which you say yes.
Your breath hitches before you shift in your slumber, and Namjoon is there to be your eternal foundation, underneath and around you, arms encircling you. Even when he drifts into sleep, falls into the quiet embrace of his dreams, his grip on you doesn’t weaken. Careful, reverent, vigilant, always.
And when your lashes flutter, eyes opening, turning your head to stare up at his sleep-soft face, he keeps hold of you. When you brush your lips across his skin, feather-light, weightless, he keeps hold of you. When you whisper your quiet, quiet answer, that acceptance that Namjoon wants so desperately, of course I’ll marry you, silly goose, he keeps hold of you. Even if he doesn’t hear the promise in your words. Not yet.
But that’s okay. He will, soon. Until then he’ll hear it unspoken, in the way you care for him, love him; he’ll read it in the dawn sun, the way you light up for him, eyes round and lovely as you smile, a secret sparkling in your gaze. He’ll feel it in the way you reach for him, the way you laugh at his sloppy morning kisses, the way you go lax under his hands. The way you trust him to keep you unbroken and whole, wrapped up and safe in his love.
Uncertainties are inevitable in life, but seasons arrive with consistency that humans could never achieve. Because seasons have no emotions - the winter doesn’t feel remorse, and spring isn’t overflowing with hopes of a new beginning.
Cha, I really wasn’t expecting this. Especially not during the morning when my brain is still slightly incompatible with my body. But even then, I cannot fathom how much beauty and soul you put into this drabble when the list of words that I sent in were small and fleeting and definitely do not deserve this amount of depth.
This piece is so pure and it reminds me of light and the freedom that comes with it, but there’s still that tinge of darkness that’s there and it just….my heart. And the juxtapositions between spring and winter were unfathomable. And this part:
I….I just don’t know at this point because wow...wow. This really brightened my morning and I’m so glad that I woke up to this. You have really made my heart melt Cha and I’ll always come back to this poetic piece. I adore it, and you. Thank you so so so so sooo much for this. I’m sending you my heart, my love.💕
Seasons have no emotions. Rather… hope lies in the gentle flapping of a butterfly’s wings, the slow bloom of the first cherry blossom, the light that lingers long after evening has come, and in the heart of each person who has made it through winter. Hope is what Namjoon unknowingly gives to you as he smiles gently at the creature that has cautiously landed on his large palm.
Cha! Hi cha! I'm so glad that I caught this before I went to bed 😂. My five words are: color, butterfly/butterflies, heart, light, and hello with Namjoon. Okay. ILY!😘🥰💕💕💕
for kharli 💜
title: seasons have no emotions
WC: 366
xxx
Seasons have no emotions. Yet, spring brings with it many things. A new calendar, warm weather, days that grow longer, and hope that clings to the new buds sprouting in the sun. No matter how harsh the winter, how cold the air, or how dark the days, spring always follows right behind - gradual, but indomitably persistent. The snow - white and pristine - covers everything like a shroud, while the wind bites into flesh with an icy indifference. Until warmer days arrive, and bits of color make their way from under the cold blanket, slowly revealing what was hidden below. Though winter may seem daunting, the promise of spring will never be broken. Uncertainties are inevitable in life, but seasons arrive with consistency that humans could never achieve. Because seasons have no emotions - the winter doesn’t feel remorse, and spring isn’t overflowing with hopes of a new beginning.
“Hello.” Your attention is brought back towards Namjoon, who has been gazing intently at a yellow butterfly for almost 15 minutes now. His tall frame looks endearingly tiny as he squats down beside the shrubs. There is a slight hesitancy evident in his being as he leans towards the butterfly. “Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you. I just want to look at the pattern on your wings.”
Seasons have no emotions. Rather… hope lies in the gentle flapping of a butterfly’s wings, the slow bloom of the first cherry blossom, the light that lingers long after evening has come, and in the heart of each person who has made it through winter. Hope is what Namjoon unknowingly gives to you as he smiles gently at the creature that has cautiously landed on his large palm. The dimples grow deeper as he turns towards you, beckoning you with his gaze, to come and share this moment with him. The moment which is small, fleeting, and filled with the soft glow of what can be. Rather than what could have been.
Winter was here, so how could spring be far behind…
xxx
a/n: not sure what this was but i don’t hate it. and as always, i can never talk about spring without that somehow bringing up ode to the west wind 🙈which probably explains the end of the drabble lol.
@propinqxity hope you liked it!
Rach, are you trying to make me blush so early in the day🥺? I adore you. Thank you so much my love. This was such a nice notification to see. My heart is yours💕💜💕
“pull over. let me drive for awhile.” - knj
summary: driving with namjoon during quarantine
genre: slice of life au, platonic au
length: 0.5k words
pairing: beginner driver!namjoon x reader
warnings: none
part of my 100 ways to say i love you mini series + repost from my old blog!
also i want to dedicate this to @propinqxity since her review on the first version of this made me so happy and it lives in my head rent free :3
Namjoon was never the most coordinated person ever which was why you weren’t very surprised when you discovered that this also reflected in his driving skills.
“I don’t get it. Why is it so hard to know when I should start braking?” Namjoon huffs as he comes to another screeching halt at a stop sign, your body involuntarily jerking forward at the halt of movement.
“It comes with experience, Joon.” You roll down your window slightly and turn down the volume of Yoongi’s new mixtape blasting in the car.
Joon had argued earlier that Yoongi had created the best mixtape for a casual drive earlier as he slid the cd into the slot. On such a hot day during the pandemic, it wasn’t very difficult to find an empty parking lot to practice driving around in. It is, however, very difficult for you to convince Namjoon that he’s overthinking the process of braking.
“Okay, but there must be some sort of rule to this. Yoongi just keeps telling me to feel when I should brake but that doesn’t help very much.” Namjoon ironically comes to another very sharp stop at the next stop sign causing you to scramble for the grab handle. A sigh escapes your lips before you can register it.
“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”
Namjoon doesn’t protest, almost immediately turning to double park and stopping the car. Exiting the car, the two of you swiftly swap seats.
“I’ll narrate what I’m doing as I drive and you ask me any questions you have. Then we can switch back after and I’ll help you out. Deal?”
Namjoon simply hums in response as you shift the car into drive.
“Okay so, since the lot is empty, I’m gonna press on the accelerator lightly just to gain some speed.” The car pushes forward at a slightly faster rate and you take your foot off the pedal. “So right now we’re just coasting.” The car continues to roll at a steady speed towards the upcoming stop sign. “Notice the distance between the car and that stop sign? We’re going to start pressing the brakes right about here.”
The car slows as you steadily push down on the brakes, finally coming to a smooth stop in front of the white line.
“Okay so what I did there was I started to gradually press down on the pedal to make sure that the stop wasn’t sudden.”
Namjoon nods at this, attempting to process the new information.
“As we go faster, you’ll need to brake earlier and if you’re following another car, you basically just follow whatever they do. Does this make sense?”
“Sort of?” Namjoon fiddles with his fingers as he attempts to process all the information that you’ve given to him. “I mean it all makes sense logically but practically, I’m not sure if I can execute it.”
You hum understandingly as you turn into an empty slot in the parking lot, slowing the car to a stop.
“Okay,” You unbuckle your seat belt and drivers’ door. “Now you try.”
Slowly but surely, Namjoon gets the hang of it.
“So you’re not terrible at driving!” Jimin exclaims as he watches Namjoon come to a comfortable stop in front of their shared apartment later that afternoon.
You chuckle at his reaction.
“He really isn’t.”
my requests are open for my 100 ways to say i love you and things you said mini series!
《“There two truths in this world,” you said lowly, sliding the book down to the table and losing your place, but it didn’t matter, for you had memorized the page number. “One, people tend to choose partners more attractive than them. And two, if they’re not more attractive than them, they’re more brilliant than them. I just so happen to be both those things to you, Kim Namjoon.” 》
Last night I read this piece and realized that I was completely and utterly fucked because I knew that this wouldn’t be the last. If I’m being honest, I actually read this a few months ago, literally minutes after you posted it, but I forgot to write to you, so now I’m here. After the third? Fourth time reading it through, and it still holds the same weight as it did before.
There aren't a lot of things that I can truly admit to tilting me off my own axis, but the beginning really had me hooked, and I kept becoming curious about what would happen beyond the “Explain”. Being thrown into the midst of an argument is something that has and always will captivate me. You tend to see the struggle for power, the shuffle of imbalance from how the characters jab at one another until someone strikes the final blow, and there's a final victor one way or another.
When you’re looking at the main character, she’s witty, fiery yet poised, and blunt, which all makes her strike hard and head-on. I also feel like even though she wants people to know her as this bitchy person to enhance staple tabloids have put on her, there are still parts of her that are very enigmatic and mystifying. It’s enticing and I love her. She puts up walls around herself as a defense mechanism, and she makes these comments that you see coming, but there are still a lot of things that you know that you don’t know about her (possibly because she doesn’t want people to know about her because it’s easier that way. You could kind of see it in this part:
“You are being immature, ridiculous, and childish.”
“Good, do you hate me yet?”
“No, I don’t.”
And maybe that’s why it was so easy for Namjoon to parry with her...Speaking of-)
Namjoon is very interesting as well. He too can be very direct and means what he says. When he stated: “I’m not saying you need me. I am saying I need you.” and,“To me, you are the one I have always admired and wanted.” those were moments that took me back, and I respected him a little more because of it. He’s not cocky and he admits to things readily. He’s a bit more grounded. He’s cool and calm, allowing him to see three steps ahead and put her in “checkmate”. He’s also incredibly sexy. The ending, where things slow down for a moment, and the main character says:
You huffed, looking away, somewhat disturbed how that dimpled smirk made your heart flutter a little. “I don’t want to my husband to be a goody-two-shoes. There’s no way I’m spending the rest of my life sampling vanilla ice cream.”
“Oh?”
He purred your name and you frowned at his tone, suddenly low, dangerous, and on the brink of causing heart arrhythmia.
“I wouldn’t worry about that.”
Your eye twitched, heat rising to your neck and cheeks. “Does Min Yoongi not know the meaning of in confidence–”
“I’m very persuasive,” Namjoon drawled, knowing glint in his eye. “And an avid researcher in my own way.”
(I too was, and still am, blushing at this part.)
Even though there’s this enemies to somewhat lovers (?) potentially (???) trope happening, both the main character and Namjoon are cut from the same cloth even if they may not see it exactly. This mainly goes for the main character though, because she has some feelings for him even if it isn’t blatant. She’s intrigued by him, if not a little, which is why she was curious about what book he was reading. She’s hurt by the fact she’s made to feel lesser than, which kind of blinds her a little. But being intrigued and being irritated stem from the same tree. Both lead to feelings of curiosity. Wanting to know more, which could then lead to feelings of jealousy or admiration. But I really love the chemistry between these two!! It was amazingly done!!!
Ah, this was so good, and this is super long, so I’m sorry!! I can’t wait to read more works of yours!! Sending you my love💕
So, I had an idea but I'm not good at writing...
Then I remembered you're the best at that so, y'know. Obvious thing was to come here.
My idea was:
Kim Namjoon says he loves the reader but she strikes out saying "You don't love me. You just love the idea of being seen with me."
Yeah very brief idea but its not that descriptive which means you could write it -gets on knees and does puppy eyes-
I know you'd do an amazing job...okay soft time over, eugh. Anyway totally you're choice, thank u for ur time. Cya later! x
He furrowed his brow and planted a hand on the book you were holding, forcing you to close it.
“Explain.”
You narrowed your eyes. “What is there to explain?”
“’You don’t love me. You just love the idea of being seen with me’? How can these things be true?”
Silence. Underneath it, rage shimmered.
“There two truths in this world,” you said lowly, sliding the book down to the table and losing your place, but it didn’t matter, for you had memorized the page number. “One, people tend to choose partners more attractive than them. And two, if they’re not more attractive than them, they’re more brilliant than them. I just so happen to be both those things to you, Kim Namjoon.”
“I love you as a person.”
You laughed acidly. “No one likes me as a person. You know why? Because I don’t let them.” You tilted your head, scrutinizing the man before you, tall, dark-haired and neatly parted, glowing tanned skin, wearing a tailored black suit and a frown. “I’m a national chess champion and leading a research group in cutting-edge gene augmentation therapy. The press love to call me a class-A bitch. Why would an award-winning music producer have any interest in me at all?”
“You were a child once.”
“That was a long, long time ago, Namjoon, and I’m not that kid chasing after you asking you to read me the Odyssey anymore.”
“That doesn’t matter. You still have the same determination in life.”
You ticked your head. “And so?”
“To me, you are the one I have always admired and wanted.”
You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Popular kids simply don’t understand that nerds like us don’t need you.”
“I’m not saying you need me. I am saying I need you.”
“You are only saying that because your parents want you to get married,” you snapped, snatching your book from the table, but Namjoon slammed his hand down on it, startling you.
“Listen to me,” he demanded, deep voice deepening, fanning his fingers out over the cover. “I asked your parents to meet you. I asked for this date. My parents weren’t involved. I haven’t seen you in forever. You’ve been off conquering the world with your brilliance and your beauty and you never gave me a damn chance to say anything and, the second I do, you shut me down?”
“Look, you are stuck in the past–”
“No, you are stuck in the past. You are not giving me a chance because you think we’re back in high school and me becoming the valedictorian was some personal attack or vendetta against you, when the reality was the teachers just picked whoever the fuck they wanted. I didn’t have a say–”
“Then maybe you should have turned it down,” you interjected, but Namjoon cut you off, his large hand grabbing yours as you tried to rise, yanking you back down forcefully. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the waiter attempt to walk into the private room but immediately back up as he sensed the tension.
“No one cares–”
“I care, obviously!”
His eyes widened at your tone and you flung his hand aside, your navy dress flourishing with the movement.
“Do you know how many years I spent afterward with my parents rattling off in my ears? That should have been you, maybe you aren’t that smart, holy shit, day in, day out, shit, I still get that damn speech! Imagine my fucking glee when I heard you wanted to go on a date so I could turn your ass down, spending all this time proving myself to live up to you, the ideal.”
“You’re pissed at me because of your parents?” Namjoon sputtered in disbelief. “You won’t give me a chance because of your parents?”
“No, I won’t, because if by some freak accident I actually like you, I will be doing nothing but satisfying their wish to have you as their son.”
“You are being immature, ridiculous, and childish.”
“Good, do you hate me yet?”
“No, I don’t.”
You scowled.
Namjoon pointed to your book. “I recommended this book to Yoongi-hyung recently.”
You glanced at The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. “It’s a book. They are meant to be read.”
“You’ve been using him to keep tabs on me.”
“I don’t use people,” you hissed. “And he does what he wants.”
“Such as being your spy and giving you information about my life when you could ask me directly.”
You scoffed. “Why would he do that?”
“Oh, I don’t know, because he thinks it’s hilarious that I ask him the same things about you, so he’s been playing cat-and-mouse with us all these years out of sheer amusement.”
A muscle in your eye twitched. “Why are you keeping tabs on me?”
Namjoon responded automatically. “Because I love you. Why are you keeping tabs on me?”
“Because you irritate me.”
Namjoon narrowed his eyes. “Insufficient logic.”
You were a chess player. You saw the checkmate coming and you couldn’t stop it.
“You asked Yoongi-hyung to sleep with the girl I liked before I could ask her on a date.”
God-fucking-damnnit, Min Yoongi, I told you not to tell anyone!
He cocked an eyebrow. “You don’t want me to be your parents’ son, but your problem could be easily solved if I married another woman. You choose to meddle in it.”
You would have some very choice words with a certain smirking, cat-eyed man later.
“Well, maybe your life should be miserable.”
“Over being high-school valedictorian? I think you’re taking your parents’ projections of success onto you a little too far.”
“It is incredibly annoying how often they remind me I need to seduce you and bear your babies,” you grumbled, feeling your resolve crumble a little.
“You never had to seduce me and there are many alternatives to childbearing, including surrogates and adoption, that I am happy to explore.”
“I want children. I just don’t want my parents to be right about you.”
Namjoon smirked. “What would they be right about?”
You huffed, looking away, somewhat disturbed how that dimpled smirk made your heart flutter a little. “I don’t want to my husband to be a goody-two-shoes. There’s no way I’m spending the rest of my life sampling vanilla ice cream.”
“Oh?”
He purred your name and you frowned at his tone, suddenly low, dangerous, and on the brink of causing heart arrhythmia.
“I wouldn’t worry about that.”
Your eye twitched, heat rising to your neck and cheeks. “Does Min Yoongi not know the meaning of in confidence–”
“I’m very persuasive,” Namjoon drawled, knowing glint in his eye. “And an avid researcher in my own way.”
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nameless drabbles masterpost | masterpost
《You don’t do this. You thought. You don’t follow mysterious men into dark doorways.》
I mean this in the most loving way possible, but goddammit, Willow.
Earlier, I was making lunch while scrolling through my phone. More specially, scrolling through your masterlist because there was a piece of yours that I wanted to reread for the time being, and so I was graciously blessed (or maybe it was Satan that made me veer off track) that led me to come across this gem. And so now, rather than salivating over my chicken nuggets, I am now quite steaming over this.
The way you wrote this drabble was so amazing. It's mysterious. Namjoon is mysterious and sexy and goodness, I don't blame the reader for throwing caution to the wind because quite frankly, I would too if I were in that situation.
Your words are so poetic and pretty, Willow. I feel like I’m in heaven every time I come to you and read something of yours. Thank you so much for sharing this (and a shoutout to Ash who sent in the prompt😉) My heart is yours.💕
No thoughts head empty only
“Don’t you want a better look?” he murmured. “All you have to do is--” He paused, tongue darting out across his lips. “--step closer.”
He hadn’t moved. Not in a long minute. He sat, arms crossed across the chair, eyes burning into you. His fingers drummed against the solid muscle of his arm, a devoted pattern that you wished you could know but didn’t know how to.
“Y-yeah.”
The word tumbled out of you as if he had drawn it out with his gaze.
“Yeah?” His eyebrows shot up. Was that a note of hope you detected?
“Yeah.” The word was slow but it was sure.
In a second he was standing again, reaching out for you, hand wrapping around your wrist. With a light tug, you were stumbling forward and into his arms. The air left your lungs in a woosh as you pressed against him, hand coming to rest dangerously on his toned chest. You dared look up at him. Dared stare into the dark gentleness in his eyes.
You don’t do this. You thought. You don’t follow mysterious men into dark doorways. And yet, here you were, hand wrapped tightly in his, following him up the steps and into the house.
send me some of your thirsty thots to get the inspiration machine up and running and i’ll write a line or two based on your words
《“What? Were you imagining something a little bit more formal?”》
*sighs*
Will there ever be a point where I am not impressed by you and your words, Willow?
I read this during the summer, and this was actually the story I hinted in my last reblog of yours. To be honest, I’m not sure why I thought that this might have put me in an even more coherent state because right now, my mind is fuzzy with the thoughts of this park scene and maybe what might’ve happened at the movie theatre👀. But I’m also not going to let my mind stray too far off because those are dangerous thoughts, and I’m trying to make it through the day in one piece, haha!
Amazing, beautiful, sultry, and funny are just a few words that have come across my mind while and after reading this, and it is with great pleasure (or maybe pain?) that I will be thinking about this for a while.
Thank you so much, Willow. You are such a talented person, and your mind is filled with the most beautiful constellations and creations. Sending you my love (for the billionth time)💕
"I just want to please you" + "this wasn't supposed to happen this way"
Namjoon and yn, at the park
incredible, nonnie
DATE NIGHT
wc: 301 rating: explicit warnings: public sex, handjob
“This wasn’t—”
He chokes on the word. He chokes on it, his throat closing around the phrase, his head thrown back in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut. He even bites his lip to keep the words — more like sounds at this point — from spilling out of his throat.
He always was a little too controlled, you think, and then you squeeze your grip a little tighter and he cries out. The groan is soft and delicious and you want to drink it up.
“Hm? What were you saying?” You tease, your words hardly above a whisper. “It wasn’t what?”
“This wasn’t supposed to happen this way,” he spits out through gritted teeth.
“What? Were you imagining something a little bit more formal?”
“We’re in a fucking—ngh—park!”
Your hand is now twisting up and down his shaft and you can tell he’s close, his breath drawn shabbily through his throat, eyes clenched shut, knuckles turning white.
“You ought to be quieter,” you whisper. “In case anyone else notices.”
“It’s a little hard— when you’re doing it like that.”
“I just wanted to please you,” you say softly.
It’s something about your voice that does it for him. With a hardly covered groan he cums, filling your hand with his seed. You give him a moment. Let his breath return to normal, his eyes blink open to the summer sun beating down on you both.
“Fuck,” he hisses, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that fast.”
“You’ve got a bit of an exhibitionist streak, huh?”
He just grins sheepishly at you.
“C’mon,” you say, grabbing a wipe from your bag and cleaning off your hand before offering it to him, helping him to his feet. “Let’s finish our date, shall we? What’s next? A movie?”