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I was scrolling through my blog earlier and was met with this again. I had read this at the beginning of the year, February, I think, and I remember I was lying in my bed at 8 am with tears lining my eyes. So, it was without fault that even when I tried to scroll past this again, I came up short and decided to reread this. 

There are very few fics that have made me cry. Eyes watery? Yes. But never to the point where tears would be constantly streaming down my face like this one did. I’m not entirely sure why this one did it for me again this time, even when I KNOW what’s going to happen. I could easily blame it on hormones or something, but in reality, it’s just because you are THAT good at pulling out emotions.

Everything that is written here in this story felt so raw, so emotional, which made me feel so exposed and vulnerable, but it was comforting.

Starting from the beginning, you had me hooked. The imagery, the dialogue, the aura that encapsulated this scene was so beautifully written. It was like I was there with them in that lecture hall as Namjoon spoke poetically about art and its philosophy. You captured him and his mindset so majestically and so comfortably. I was fawning over him again like the character. And then this: 

‘What are you doing here?’ he asks coolly, not bothering to look at you.

Ouch! Okay…

But to be honest, this entire scene, their meeting, was so...raw. I know I keep saying this, but I’m not sure if I’m the best at conveying how I feel. But this part is one of my favorites. Especially this section here: 

‘I am being professional,’ he finally says once you reach him, ‘because you are forcing me to weigh the option of having to see you everyday.’

His voice comes at you, sharp and bitter, and you find yourself wrapping your arms tightly around your body, guarding yourself from his verbal deluge.

‘I’ll have to come into work and look at you, and pretend everything is fine. I’ll have to come in and greet you like I’ve never met you. I’ll have to look at you and pretend you’re just my colleague, pretend that I never touched you or kissed you, or fucked you.’

Choking out the words like he’s releasing years of hurt, they spill out of him, overflowing like a well, and now that’s he’s started he simply will never be able to regain control. He’s choking out the words and you can only stand in silence as he works his way through the pain.

‘I’ll have to look at you,’ he continues, not breaking eye contact and looking deep into you, lowering his voice until it’s little more than the vibration of danger your remember so well, ‘and act like I don’t know how you sound when you moan my name or how beautiful you look when you come. I’ll have to look at you and remember everything you put me through. You working for this department means I have to rely on you, again, and the last time I did that you broke me. So excuse me for not jumping back into that position because this time it’s my job I’ll be risking, and not just my fucking heart.’

Ugghhh!!! There were too many blows to the heart at this one. And to be honest, I can understand why OC did what she did. In my opinion, she wanted to save themselves from heartbreak. Didn’t want to string him along or have the distance be the reason for their breakup. Cut ties before things got too entangled, but it was a little too late for that. The way that he offered for her to come to the bar though made me feel a little better though. That line actually made me chuckle throughout the midst of this.

The bar scene was a mixture of a breath of fresh air and choking on seawater (it was probably just my tears though).

You think about him proposing and how you wouldn’t even have had to think before saying yes.

You think about a ring on his finger and how it would easily have made you want him more, a possessive sense of desire telling you and the world that he is yours, legally and for all time.

You think about how you belonged to him the moment you met him, sitting next to him in your intro to art class and how you had to share a textbook because the bookstore sold out before he could buy his.

You think about your first date and your last date. You think about your wedding, the one that never existed and the one you planned mentally, without telling him, after your one year anniversary when you were young and hopeful about your future.

You think about how you had him.

You think about how you lost him

You think about how you ruined everything because you were scared, and you were selfish.

And now you see why he wanted you to admit, so badly, that you were wrong.

I honestly don’t know how you do it. You made me laugh, cry, experience heartache, and the most passionate love all within under an hour. This whirlwind of emotions still leaves me yearning for more and more each time I simply think about this fic. Thank you for making me feel something💓. Emotions are beautiful but rough, and I sincerely give all of my love and support to you and your writing. Now I have to go. My Haagen-Dazs is melting.

The Body Through Time

Author: @bread-jinie

Creative Content Contributors: @daegusoftboys (providing us with exquisite moodboards)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader (oc; female)

Summary: When you’re offered a job as the graduate assistant for the Art History department at Bangtan University, it is a requirement for the department to sign their approval on the paperwork. You have one signature left and, unfortunately, he doesn’t want to see you. At all. 

Rating: NC-17

Warning: explicit sex; explicit language; angst

Word Count: 10,947 (end me)

Two hours. That’s how long you’ve been standing outside the building, staring at the glass doors as your warped reflection slides in and out of view.

Two hours spent in the warm sunshine, a slight sunburn starting to form on the tip of your nose.

Two hours reminding yourself that this is for your career. Reminding yourself that this choice is not about him, it was never about him. That even if he didn’t work here, you’d still pick this university because it’s the best and it’s the only place your career will thrive.

Two hours telling yourself you’re strong enough to see his face. That one look at his full lips and warm eyes won’t send your knees to the floor, collapsing beneath the weight of your desire, not like it used to.

Not anymore.

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I’m not sure if it’s because it’s late and I was listening to ‘Wake Up in the Sky’ a few minutes ago, but this hit differently.  I never knew that I needed a stoner!Namjoon fic until now but I am definitely not complaining. The way you wrote this story is warm. So smooth and shadowy like smoke. I’m glad that I read this when I did and I can’t wait to read more of your works. I’m already so captivated in your writing. Thank you so much Renae for writing this!!!💕💕💕💕

— Flying High (m)

word count; 2.5k

genre; smut 18 + | stoner!namjoon / stoner couple

summary; you decide to take advantage of your holiday and the new supply of weed you’d managed to get your hands on to get in some high sex with your boyfriend. 

warnings; | drug use (marijuana) | unprotected sex, nipple piercings, riding, dick riding, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, overstimulation, cum play, slight marking kink if you squint

a/n; there is mentions of smoking, mainly in the beginning but this just gave me a reason to write a filthy Namjoon smut lmao. don’t read this if drug use is something you’re not okay with. 

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stress reliever (m.)

pairing ⇢ kim line x reader

genre/warnings ⇢ smut | accidental voyerism | foursome | double penetration | anal | oral (f & m receiving) | toys | mxm | panty stuffing | cum eating | squirting | use of slut, whore, etc | pussy slapping? | unprotected sex | multiple orgasms | guys i’m c r y i n g while writing these warnings

words ⇢ 5k

summary ⇢ the boys have some creative ways to relieve stress

notes ⇢ MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! i don’t celebrate it but i saw a post about the kim line and i can assure you that I do celebrate that

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I told myself that I wouldn’t read this until later, and I kept that promise to myself...for about 5 seconds. It’s just that once I began reading the first sentence, I just had to read more, you know? If you start something then you have to finish it, and apparantly my mind just decided that now was the best time to do that.

It’s a blessing a curse that I read this fic when I did simply because cream suit Namjoon and now that I’ve been seeing it alot more lately, I just couldn’t help myself indulge in something that brought this to life. So thank you for equally making and destroying me in a matter of fifteen minutes. I really appreciate you and your writing!!💕💕💕💕

cream | knj

❯ pairing: namjoon x fem!reader

❯ genre: established relationship au, pure smut

❯ summary: you thirst over the outline in the pants of kim namjoon’s iconic cream suit just one time too many, and he’s ready to make you pay for it

❯ word count: 1.8k

❯ warnings: 18+, pwp, basically 1.8k words about joon’s d, cursing, dirty talk, mentions of masturbation, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, oral (m receiving), dry humping, spanking, KIM NAMJOON’S CREAM SUIT PANTS

❯ dedication: this fic is for my darling lindy @ppersonna​​!!! happy (early) birthday! i hope you enjoy your brand hehe ily!

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This was such a great read Vivi!

I love how you got to see how namjoon and the mc played both roles: a friend and a potential lover. The text conversation between her and her friends made me giggle. Lina, Cat, and Mila sound so cool and witty and it was a nice touch before the smut. The initial confusion to letting all barriers down was amazing. The smut was hot and sexy and needy and passionate, and at this point I'm wishing them the best!!

Thank you again Vivi! I really enjoyed this💕💕💕

What Friends Are For (M)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Synopsis: Your best friend tells you that he’s never had a blowjob before and you take it upon yourself to be a “good friend.” Because that’s why you offered - to be a good friend. Definitely not because you secretly have feelings for him…

Genre/AU: smut, non-idol au, best friends au

Word Count: 3.1k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: (I went a little wild, sorry not sorry lol) explicit language, oral (female and male receiving), fingering, rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play, choking, nipple/breast play, hair pulling, top reader

Other: This commission is a part of @ficswithluv​’s Changes With Luv project and is for Sam @himbeaux-joon​, thank you again for your donation and I hope you enjoy!

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When Namjoon works another few inches into you, you genuinely think there might be no end to his dick. That he’ll still be giving it to you by the time winter break is over, and then you’ll have to explain to your parents exactly why you’re on academic probation. But then he eases two fingers over your clit, massaging with exactly enough pressure to make you whine around Yoongi’s cock and you think eh, you could take a gap year.

To be completely honest, I needed to take an extra five minutes for me to gather my thoughts and turn them into something comprehensible because Rain….you’ve wrecked me in the best way possible.

I can tell that you enjoyed writing this one. I could see it in the little bits of personality you’ve weaved in here and it’s something that made this piece all the better. 

Standing before you, he’s certainly tenting those sweatpants now, the imprint of his cock so obvious you wonder if he’s wearing any underwear at all. Or if he’s just that big. Both? You lick your lips appreciatively at the thought. Maybe Emile Camuset has some rights after all.

This line made me snort a little, and so did the part about the MicRib 💀💀💀💀. This was honestly so perfect to read and to indulge in these fantasies because you executed them so wonderfully I’m at a loss for words. From historical aus to this, you continually amaze me with the amount of talent you have. And from the bottom of my heart, I sincerely thank you for making my day with each and every story you post. I’m giving you so much love and appreciation right now.

(sidenote: I not sure why I keep coming back to this: “are you ready for the second? Or is that too much?” He sounds breathless himself as he eyes your cunt and how it leaks arousal, just waiting for him. But he doesn’t want to hurt you. Never does. But I am and now my heart is soft).

Anyways my sweet and precious Rain. I think I’ve been rambling for far too long, so with that, I’m sending you another infinite wave of my love💕 Thank you so much again!!! I appreciate you so much!!!💕💕💕💕

Right Here, Right Now {M}

what if little Red wants to get eaten by the big bad wolves?

pairing: rapline x reader genre: smut, pwp, humor words: 8k contains: werewolf au, college au, massive 🍆s, knotting, oral (f & m), dirty talk, too much talk about bulges, a bit of a breeding kink, double penetration, humor, it’s me so they’re still kinda sweet, not actually a fairytale au a/n: my brain decided it was time to (temporarily) throw all plot out the window & indulge in some pure filth. i have no excuses. enjoy!!

Whoever invented sweatpants, specifically the light grey ones (Emile Camuset), can fuck right off. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Fuck right off. Because if it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be sitting here under your best friend’s arm, trying your best not to stare at the bulge that seems determined to steal your attention.

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Coming back, you stand by the door to view your boyfriend in his submissive glory. Blindfolded, hands tied, and only sporting boxers. He’s still for the most part, but still shuffling in anticipation, waiting for you.

The second I opened this story to read, before I had even gotten to the first word, the first three words that came in my mind were: holy shit jahni!!!

Whenever I see that you’ve posted something, my mind always goes “You have to read this nowww!” because I honestly never want to miss anything that you post. Seeing Namjoon like this really hit me in the gut. Sub!Namjoon, although not really touched on alot, is really something that makes me flustered and my mind goes blank. I’m not sure why, but this was a slow growing weakness until it sort it just hit me, and now I’m here mentally clapping because YESSS! 

This was so perfect to read. I honestly can’t get the images out of my head and I don’t think they’ll be gone until much much later. And finally, I say no. I think that Namjoon just really loves pleasuring people, whether that may be dom or sub (but probably mainly domish in my opinion-soft dom????). Anyways, before my thoughts can hinder me further, I’m giving you all of my love Jahni! Thank you for always making my day brighter.💕💕💕💕

pairing. kim namjoon x reader

genre. pwp, smut.

word count. 1.504 words.

summary. namjoon lets you dom him for a change and you bring out a few new things.

contains. dom!reader(ish?), sub!namjoon(ish?), blindfolds, light bondage, ice play, hand job, blowjob, cum swallowing, some whiny and begging from namjoon, unprotected sex.

notes. i saw this gif set and said that i just had to write blindfolded!namjoon. okay, but lets argue… do you think that namjoon is just strictly dom?? anyway, tried something new from what i’m usually used to. feedback will be greatly appreciated!

“Fuck- babe, what are you doing?”

“Namjoon, hold still and stop moving so much.”

“I can’t see anything.”

You giggle. “That’s the whole point, stupid.”

“Well, I don’t like it.” Namjoon pouts, and your heart skips a beat at how cute he looks. Lying on his back, Namjoon can’t see a thing behind the black piece of cloth that’s hindering his sight. His heart races as he’s feeling apprehensive about your request that he had mistakenly agreed on. On top of him, you look down at your boyfriend and you can tell that he’s nervous and is having second thoughts. Running your hands down his bare chest, you’re trying to soothe him and calm him down.

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The idea of a man that you hate as much as you like, one that has never once underestimated your intelligence, one that isn’t afraid to argue until you’re both blue in the face, one that seeks your pleasure as much as his own, begging you to be his wife, to rule his kingdom and bear his children with the promise of a plethora of nights like this, wrapped up so deep in that heady mix of bliss and rage that your mind temporarily whites out. It feels good. It feels like rebellion. 

I’m a sucker for forbidden love stories, but with this one, I feel as though you took this to another level. Even though this drabble was only two-thousand words, you learn and feel so much. The backstory, the push and pull of emotions of love and hate, of thinking and feeling. Each and every word you write is like poetry and I could simply not get enough of it. 

It’s a fleeting moment of satisfaction, to bring him down to your level by the leash built of his baser needs and nothing more.

I’m not sure why I love this sentence so much, but I do. Maybe it’s because this is before the reality and the heaviness of their situation comes in and transforms into this:

He quickens his pace until you can feel the desperation radiating off of him. For what, you’re not exactly sure. The way he curses into the feverish skin of your neck has you thinking it’s more than just climax that he chases. 

There’s so much desperation and the need to just simply be with one another at that moment. It’s a moment where the lines of being enemies and angry at each other start to blur and the lines become crossed, and I think that this is very powerful in its own way. The imagery that of gold and red-money, riches, nobility. anger, passion, lust- that are woven within are also striking. 

And it’s true — the kingdom to the east of your own has always been more abundant in all things necessary to power: currency and territory and sons. Just the thought makes your blood boil and vision flame ruby red. 

And finally, the ending:

“Promise me something, Princess,” he whispers into the sudden chill of the dimly lit hall. You part your lips, close them again before tilting your chin towards him in a wordless sort of agreement. “Don’t forget about me.”

My heart feels like it has just been cracked because wow. This was really the final nail in the coffin for me and I feel so full yet so empty. There’s just this sense of love (or maybe just admiration and respect for being together wanting to look out for each other), that they have and I’m really hoping that their story has somewhat of a happy ending.

I’m sorry that my thoughts turned out to be really long for this drabble, I just really enjoyed reading it.  Thank you so much Isabel for your beautiful words. I can’t wait to read more of them💕💕💕💕

something borrowed (m)

genre: smut, royalty!au, fwb!au (ish)

pairing: kim namjoon x reader (f)

word count: 2k

warnings: arguing, swearing, discussion of an arranged marriage, mentions of gender roles & inequity, explicit sex in the form of: dirty talk, penetrative sex, lil bit of biting, a single spank, joon gets jealous & possessive

note: hey what’s up do you ever decide to ignore all of your assignments and responsibilities and instead write a (sort of) enemies/fwb drabble? no? just me? but anyways here’s 2k words of princess!oc (hate)fucking royal advisor!namjoon. enjoy!

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He rights himself, the legs of the seat hitting the ground with a protesting screech that makes you jump. His lips pop as he lowers the popsicle. The juice spills over the bottom and down his fingers. He languidly laps up the blue trails running down the divets between the veins of the back of his hands. It seems futile since the same sweaty blue streaks run down his temples and the nape of his neck, but he keeps at it. He takes long strokes, flattening his tongue, up and down the side of the popsicle, licking away the outer coating that's turned to slush in such a short time.

I think I started to cry here because I swear I felt my eyes water for a second. 

Max!!!! I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into when I first put this onto my ‘to read’ list but it certainly wasn’t this. The images...will not...get out of my mind. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but nonetheless, I most definitely would like a taste of him😫😫😫!!!

Thank you for wrecking me and my mind for the rest of the evening. I don’t deserve you. Or blue haired namjoon eating a popsickle. But you’re both here and it makes me happy💕💕💕💕

Wanna Taste?| KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x GN-reader

Rating: PG-13

wc:785

Warnings/Tags: Popsicles. It’s just Namjoon eating a popsicle. But… NamJOON

A/n: Look, it’s hot, he’s hot, I’m hot and bothered. Don’t ask me what this is. I wrote this in 5 minutes and did the banner in less.

It’s hot. The kind of heat that soaks into the earth and cracks it. It bakes into your front porch with such intensity that, even when the summer evening breeze roles in, the heat tickles your ankles as it oozes up from the ground seeking reprieve.

It’s so fucking hot that Namjoon sits next to you sucking on his third blue raspberry popsicle. You’d bought them as a joke when he’d died his hair blue the other day. But now, you thank your poor sense of humor.

Because the air isn’t the only thing that’s hot.

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Your dainty fingers found their way into his loose fluff of hair, latching a fist full of his locks in each hand. He wants to love you, and he’s going to do it the way he wants to.

Gosh Maggie!

This story has been sitting at the top of my ‘Top Posts’ lists on my blog even though I hadn’t read it yet, but now I think the purpose of that was a beck and call signal for me to get to it. 

Wow, there’s so much to say about this story, so I hope that I’m able to describe what I’m feeling accurately and without a hitch, but the way you detail emotions is astonishing. From the beginning, everything just felt kind of grey. It’s the remains of the fight still lingering in the air and everything just felt slow and tense, but it was so damn beautiful the way you were able to depict that staleness. Like they’re walking on eggshells and are scared of another storm to come across.

One thing that I admired was the fact that Namjoon didn’t let the main character sleep alone. He wanted her to be there with him in bed, and for her to know that no matter what, even if they were in a fight, that he would still be there for her and comfort her. I thought that was really beautifully done. I also really admired this part:

Namjoon removed his hand from your mouth, allowing you to speak for once. He didn’t like the hurt in your eyes, though he can hide his feelings much easier than you could… he was hurting too.

“I love you, Joon. I don’t want anything bad either.” You admitted with a whisper. The worry in your eyes reflected in his. All his logical thoughts have vanished the moment you entered his room tonight. The moment he saw you, anything logical about you was forgotten and his emotions ran over him. He knows how you feel, he understands where you come from when the two of you argue.

I think this is just a stronger emphasis on what I said before, but the mutual understanding and acceptance that ‘hey, we might have our differences in opinions but I still love you’ really shows here. It’s where all of their walls are down and its plain raw emotions and feelings, and especially during sex, an argument would’ve felt revolting and just wrong. I’m also very thankful that you brought that up as well in this part:

Your lips met his once again, sucking in his bottom lip long and hard. Please don’t taint this mood, don’t taint the feeling of pleasure right now. Bringing up problems during an emotional and physical time could drastically cause damage. You repressed those thoughts from earlier, wanting nothing but Namjoon right here and right now.

Finally, the ending:

Once the two of you were cleaned up enough, you met once again in another embrace. But this time it wasn’t as awkward. There was kindness in the air, the silence not forcing your brain to think about any negative thoughts.

“We still need to talk.” He whispered, holding his lips to the top of your head. Small kissy noises escaped, causing you to smile.

You held on to him just a little bit tighter, afraid of losing this feeling to reality. “I know, Joonie. Tomorrow, please?”

A soundless nod came from him. With the room now in complete darkness after turning off the television, the two of you feel into the trap of slumber. Holding on to one another in a beautiful embrace.

Even though there is still more to come for them, I enjoyed the way you tied everything together. It’s emotional and vulnerable, and I know that they don’t want to face the challenges that they have in the morning, but I’m glad that they have that moment of peace and togetherness. It feels full and loving in the midst of angst and I think that’s the most beautiful moment of all. 

I’m so sorry for this long review, but I just really wanted to say that I’ve enjoyed reading your stories for so long and this one is definitely high on my list of favorites. Every single word you write is so poetic and beautiful and I wish I could engrave all of your pieces into my memories forever. Thank you so much Maggie again for sharing your writing with us. We don’t deserve it, but I’ll be forever thankful for you. I’m sending you lots of love!💕💕💕💕💕

Mishap [Namjoon x Reader]

Mishap [Namjoon x Reader]

Mis-hap / noun: an unlucky accident.

Credit: @kimtaehyunq​

Genre: Smut | 21+ | One Shot

Warnings: explicit, adult content, mature theme, language, unprotected sex, established relationship?, fuckbuddies, light angst, semen everywhere, dubcon-ish, quick fingering, Joon ends up loving something too much, etc

WC: 4.2k

Summary: There was no doubt to the dorm that Namjoon and you had an argument earlier that day. When it was time for you to turn in for the night, you had to make the dreaded trip back into Namjoon’s room to collect your things. You wonder what path you’re heading down when you keep finding yourself in his bed.

Teaser: “Y/n, quiet!” He shushed you, forcing his hand over your mouth. Your higher pitched moans now becoming muffled. You were desperate, requesting Joon to bring you to your long overdue release.

Beautiful banner made by @dee-ehn​ :)

Author’s note: My tiny brain had this thought randomly, and big boy Joonie was the one who came to mind. I kept it short and simple, because we need some quick smutty reads here and there. Enjoy my little rose petals. Thank you @out-of-jams​ for naming the fic. Please let me know if there’s any grammar errors.

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People say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. If so, then maybe that’s what I am because I’ve come back to this story hundreds of times and it keeps getting better and better.

*****SPOILERS******

Before I read this story, I accidentally spoiled myself by quickly skimming through it to try to get a feel of what the story was about. And even though I ruined it by pausing at the elevator scene to figure out that Jimin was behind everything, I didn’t read all of it. But even so, reading this story thoroughly and in one sitting still made me feel so cold and manipulated. Even once I found out that Namjoon was, as you once phrased, the carrot to Jimin’s stick, it still made my jaw completely drop.

I’m not sure if I would’ve figured out that Jimin was behind this operation if I hadn’t spoiled myself, but even so, I’m happy that I took the time to go back and read with an open mind. Thank you so much for writing this!! And I’m so in love with your thriller fics as well. Let the Villian Win was and will forever be a masterpiece that keeps me shaking and one that I recommend everyone to read if they haven’t. Your Beastly Gods series is as well another favorite and I loved reading the asks that came through about it.

Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us!! I’ll forever be greatful for you and the joy you’ve brought to me!!!💕💕💕💕💕

Level of Restraint (M)

Pairings: Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, Taehyung x Reader Word Count: 13K  Rating: M  Genre: Thriller, smut, office AU, BDSM AU  Warnings(contains spoilers): This story contains very dark themes and may not be suited to all readers, protected sex (vag+anal), threesome, double penetration, bondage (including partial suspension), dom/sub roles (reader is a sub), praise kink, mild degration, sensory deprivation, spanking, fingering, cum feeding, mild breathplay, sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, discussion of safe word, Namjoon is a professional dom/sex worker, referenced discrimination of sex workers and those who participate in BDSM, public outing of sexual practices, inappropriate workplace relationships, referenced death of minor character, yandere character, misidentified sexual partner, manipulation, bribery, blackmail, implied stalking, violence.

Summary: As a co-founder of a consulting firm you can’t afford to be caught in a scandal. So flirting with your secretary, Jimin, would be out of the question. Giving your client’s son, Taehyung, a reference for a sexual partner would be reprehensible. And having regular paid BDSM sessions with your dominant, Namjoon? That would be a career ending disgrace. It’s too bad the only restraints in life you approve of are the cuffs that bind you to the bed, because there are those hiding in the dark waiting to take advantage. 

A/N: A huge thank you to everyone who supported me while writing this story. It was hard not to question the level of darkness this tale descends to. In the end your assurances and aid are the only reason this fic made it to fruition. Upon reading you might notice several thematic references to the ‘Fall of the House of Usher,’ by Edgar Allan Poe  and the Greek myth of Tantalus. They are two of my favourite tales, and together they greatly represent the darkened desires depicted in this oneshot.

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8:55 am KNJ: Good girl.

Your heart races upon receiving the response you’ve been waiting for all morning. The sender had requested proof that you were wearing his last minute gift, and you were happy to oblige with the lewd photo. Finally seeing his simple praise for your efforts makes you grin from ear to ear, as you enter the front door to your workplace’s building. The message will be enough to get you through the day, high on the thought of his praise while his present is wrapped tightly around your ribs. Though the garment may be confining, you’ll endure anything to receive those two simple words.

Reluctantly glancing up from your phone you look ahead to see the elevator closing.

“Hold the door!” You call out, making a run for it. Mercifully the gap between the doors widens allowing you to climb in before it begins the long haul up. Glancing over to your savoir, you find your secretary standing at the panel. “Thanks Jimin.”

“No problem,” he responds with a warm smile. “What floor do you need?” Joking as he pushes the button labelled 14. 

You playfully shove his arm while trying to catch your breath. Had he left you down on the first floor there’s no telling how long it would be before the elevator returned. The building in which you work has been down to one lift for a couple days, with no promise of when the other will be fixed. It’s not a surprise really, ever since you moved into this complex three years ago you’ve been plagued with breakdowns and shotty utilities. Considering how opulent  the tower is, with it’s gilded elevators and halls adorned in finery you expected better, but people often overlook flaws when they have something pleasant to stare at. Allowing the management to slack on some of the failings of the structure. 

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Namjoon kisses with slow precision, eager to elicit quiet sounds from your mouth and you find yourself lost in his touch - almost forgetting about your exact location until a second set of lips ghosts across your throat.  

“Don’t forget about me,” Taehyung whispers. 

Gi!! Hi Gi!! It’s been a minute.

Ever since I read ‘Company’, I knew that you would be one writer that I completely adored. Writing is your weapon and each and every time you blow strikes to my chest that are welcomed with open arms. It feels easy reading a piece by you, each and every one of them different in nature, but they are all so uniquely you and they are all so beautiful.

One thing that I have always loved was your imagery. It feels like you can see the entire universe with the beautiful words you write, and this scene is no different:

You angle around to face Namjoon, only to discover his jaw slacked expression, eyes dark as they wander over your form with a peaked interest. A low heat simmers beneath your skin at the sudden attention and you can only imagine what it will feel like to have his hands roam over your body, to trail across the sensitive flesh as his mouth sucks kisses into your skin.  

It’s so hot, so lustful, so seductive, and its one of those moments that settles deep in your skin because its a moment where you can tell that both of them want more and you depicted it so perfectly. I also really loved the chemistry between all three of them, and especially between Taehyung and Namjoon. The back and forth commentary, how Taehyung leads easily and Namjoon picks up and follows through perfectly. Though I really liked this scene:

“What do you think, Joon? Is there something you want?”

Namjoon stares down through hooded eyes, a feral hunger radiating amidst dark orbs and he swallows. “Can I eat you out?”

I think it’s just because throughout the heat and intensity of it all, there’s still a bit of innocence and unsureness and respectfulness in Namjoon’s words because of the situation that they are in, and I think that’s it’s a perfect show of his personality within this story. And finally the ending: 

Taehyung offers a smile and shifts a hand through your damp hair, carding back any lose strands before curving an arm around your waist. This - it is familiar, pleasant but you find yourself humming in content when a second arm comes to settle a little below your boyfriend’s, Namjoon slotting in behind you, lips soft as he places a chaste kiss to your shoulder.  

“Sleep,” Taehyung rumbles, “we’ll talk tomorrow.”

You feel Namjoon nod and it is there you allow yourself to drift into sleep, knowing that come tomorrow a discussion will need to be had but some part of you knows it will not be an unpleasant one.

It’s such a nice and soft cool-down from all of the previous events and I think you wrapped it up perfectly. I wish I was able to have her life because honestly, I stopped counting how many orgasms she had after the fourth and just let everything sink in and it was just beautiful. Taehyung and the main character have such a nice relationship. It’s fluid and the level of trust along with it is so nice to see. I think Namjoon being in the mix will strengthen things further between all of them, so I’m wishing these characters the best.

Thank you so much Gi for being a writer that I’ll look up to. Your stories have always brought me comfort, and I can’t wait to read more of your works. Also sorry for this being so long, but I’m sending you lots and lots of love.💕💕💕💕

hickory (m)

A simple ménage à trois. ∟ alternatively, you and your boyfriend, Taehyung, extend an invitation to your friend Namjoon to join you two for a night of fun.

─ pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Taehyung

─ genre: smut

─ warnings: explicit sex, exhibitionism, semipublic foreplay, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, vibrator, double penetration (vaginal and oral), light bondage, spanking, oral (f. and m. recieving), dirty talk, praise kink, creampie, light hair pulling, masturbation, shower sex, aftercare

─ word count: 10.2k+

a/n: i was fireheart-namjoon/koyapuff

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And the way your eyes lit up when he talked about the book he was currently writing had him mirroring your smile. So rare was it for him to find someone to bounce his ideas off of that was genuinely interested in his work that, reclusive title forgotten, he somehow opened more than his door to you inside that hour.

Hi Kay!

I’ve been meaning to read your works for a while now, especially since you’ve been updating ‘Effleurer’ recently, but I’m really glad that I had the chance to read a piece of your work and write to you.

You write so maturely and you have such a strong grasp on emotions and imagery and the matter of just making people just...feel. It’s beautiful. More beautiful than I could ever put into words, but I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you and your storytelling. And even though it is far from winter weather, I still felt the essence of it within this story. Of comfort and home and the sweet smell of cinnamon and books. It’s a feeling like no other, but I’m very thankful that you were able to make me feel this way.

I loved the way you wrote Namjoon in this. A bit secluded, but piece by piece you see him beginning to come out of his shell, or nook, of his. This story was very entertaining to read and I just really admire you. Oh, and I also really loved this part:

You jumped a little when you heard the crunch on his steps in the nearby snow. And then you gave him that damn pretty smile of yours and he silently cursed himself for thinking he could withstand it.

This just felt so peaceful, like a weight was being lifted and you (and Namjoon) could just let out a sigh of relief. 

Thank you so much again, Kay. I really enjoyed reading this piece and I know I’ll enjoy reading the others in store for me. Now I will go and make some hot chocolate and eat a cookie because of you. Sending you much love💕💕💕💕💕

good neighbor

Namjoon’s solitary tendencies versus the cookies. Spoiler: The cookies win.

Pairing: Namjoon x Female Reader

Genre: Writer!Namjoon; Fluff

Word Count: 700+

Part of the Playlist Drabble Challenge

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It is so light, teasing, barely there. He leaves you waiting, anticipation building as your whole self yearns to know his touch. Each breath is a ghost, haunting your imagination with unbidden promise, dragging arousal through your body with its own pulse.

Hi Jess!

I’m honestly surprised that I haven’t read one of your stories before, but I’m so very glad that I did now. I actually had this saved as a story that I wanted to read later, so reading it now made me realize that there was a hidden gem, this story and you, just waiting for me and I didn’t even know it yet.

I loved this fic. Like a lot. A lot more than I would have ever expected to be completely honest. You have such a good grasp on descriptions and scenery and emotions it’s utterly breathtaking. I LOVED Ami. She’s so funny and reminds me of a friend, and I feel like she’s the friend that everyone should have in their life. The way you described Namjoon’s apartment made me feel like I was actually viewing the space from the reader’s eyes. I know that that is technically how stories like these are supposed to be read, but this one felt different. It felt as if I were in the moment. As if I were to try hard enough, I could touch one of his bonsais or run my fingers across his books or just simply smell surrounding scents of that room or him. That was one of those moments where it didn’t feel like I had the hindrance of a cellphone screen blocking my path, and it was just so beautiful to read.

The way you write is so poetic and each and every word draws you closer. For example this part: 

Everything about this moment has your nerves on edge, battling contrasting sensations in a way which makes you lightheaded. The air is cool, but his touch is warm. Your throat is parched, but you feel yourself growing wet in his embrace. Together you are silent, but the white noise of the air conditioner and the ruffling of Namjoon’s clothing against the sofa is deafening. His fingers snake through your hair, gently tugging at the roots as he deepens the kiss. The fire in his ministrations grounds you, and all distractions become a distant memory.

Ughhh!!  I love this so much. Just the way your words are put so elegantly together and the juxtapositions between words that both show the contrast but are still able to make you feel connected are just wonderful. And I also really enjoyed the use of alliteration here:

With pupils blown and chin shining with your arousal, he is utterly devastating, deliciously disheveled.

It just shows the yearning and the desperation and the desire that Namjoon had and it made me get butterflies. It’s such a simple line, but complex and intricate and you were able to tell show much within these few words. That is truly a wonderful gift. I also really liked during the middle of the sex, it turned from this:

“Fuck,” you both hiss simultaneously before dissolving to laughter. His chuckles rumble through your body, quaking with a low vibration which only further dismantles you.

To this:

The power he exudes over you and the security you feel in his hold pushes you off the edge. 

Even though they had just met, this part just felt so light and comfortable, yet it held an air of intimacy that is hard to come by during first times like this. For me, this was a really special moment because of that, and because it just showed more of their personalities and the way they are able to move together so fluidly. Enough to the point where she felt safe and secure, and it made me smile.

I was reading your author note at the end and I couldn’t help but be a little bit startled by the fact that this was your first BTS story because it was just done so well! I am amazed by you and your wonderful talent and I can’t wait to read more of your works Jess. I’m sending you lots of love💕💕💕💕

Alias

Pairing: Kim Namjoon X Reader

Summary:  Your dating life is a mess and after one bad experience too many, you decide to take your friend’s advice: try casual. You can do casual, right? It just so happens that when you stop worrying about embarrassing yourself, you have the most mind-blowing encounter of your life. Non-idol AU.

Genre: Smut, fluff, and a little angst if you squint

Content Warnings: Mature sexual content, rough sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), choking

Word Count: 5.8K

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“You know, if our friendship was subject to the Bechdel test, it would fail in two minutes flat.”

“Sorry,” you said, though you hardly meant it. That was the nature of your friendship, after all.

“Don’t be. You know I feed off this shit.” It’s true. Your penchant for attracting strange and unstable men had become an ongoing source of entertainment by this point. Leave it to Ami to laugh at your dating mishaps rather than judge you harshly. It was part of the more extroverted woman’s charm, you thought, that she would accept eccentricities so enthusiastically, and find polite conversation irredeemably dull.

You took a large swig of your strawberry wine, cringing at the sweetness before setting the glass on your friend’s coffee table. Your feet curled beneath you on the sofa as you turned to face her, arms gesturing wildly. “He showed up at my work, Ami! We went on one date – ONE! We went out months ago, and he cyber stalked me.”

“Okay, first, he isn’t cyber stalking you. He’s stalk stalking you. Second, make your shit private. And stop accepting friend requests to be nice.”

“But…”

“No. No buts. You don’t owe these guys anything. Just because you go on one date doesn’t mean you have to be friends.”

You heaved a sigh, knowing that she’s right. She’s always right. “Fine.”

“Can I be real for a second?”

“I love how you act like ‘no’ is an option.”

“Fair,” she grinned. “Look, you keep going for guys that are desperate for a serious relationship. They just want that shit to happen instantly, and then they don’t understand when you don’t want that.”

“But I do!” You countered emphatically.

“Maybe, but not the same way,” Ami reasoned. “These guys are lonely and looking to settle down. You’re still playing the field. Maybe you want it to get serious later, but you want to build up to it, and they want it to happen instantly. I think you’re either leading them on or going for the wrong kind of guy. Try casual. Let casual happen.”

You wanted to argue, but she had a point. “I don’t know how to do casual.”

“Well, that stupid dating app is the wrong place to start,” she clarified.

“But I get to know them first! It’s safer.”

“No, you just think it’s safe. They could be lying. I mean, the trend so far is not promising…”

“Fine!” You huffed. “What would you do? Guide me, oh wise one.” You took another sip of wine. Disgusting. You silently wished her dating advice was better than her taste in drinks, or else you’d be miserable.

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Hi Kay hiii!!!

I honestly think that this piece was serendipitous for two reasons:

I actually went out to do some last-minute school shopping with a friend today, and we were going to go to Barnes & Nobel, but decided not to because it was going to close two minutes later

And two, I was actually getting ready to go to bed, but decided not to because this seemed really interesting and I wanted to read something light and fun before my first day of school. I’m really glad that I did read this btw

Putting this story in bullet points really made the flow of this story enjoyable. It’s quick and soothing and comforting, basically everything that this story holds, and I really think that this was a good move for it. I also really loved the characters: The reader’s wittiness and charms, Namjoon and his cheekiness, and Jimin being a playful and cute little devil. Everything just flowed so well and the fact that there’s so much personality in here and the whole breaking of the forth wall at the beginning really made this piece more intimate and soft and warm. Basically the epitome of how you described the coffee shop. And I really loved the back and forth in the dialogue while they were arguing, and the asides that basically showed how hot Namjoon was😂. It was charming and I found myself smiling alot.

Thank you for sharing this piece. And wow!! This is your first piece of writing?!?!?! It’s soooo good! Thank you again for sharing this and I can’t wait to read more of your works!!! Sending you lots and lots of love and luck for the school year💕💕💕💕💕

book it [knj]

⮕ summary: back to school shopping. two people. one book. what could go wrong? a lot of things, actually. but then again, some things could also go right.

⮕ pairing: kim namjoon x reader

⮕ genre: fluff, crack, angst, bookstore!au, college!au, a condensed version of enemies to lovers

⮕ word count: 3.9k

⮕ warnings: mild cursing, the slightest references to what happens at a frat party

⮕ a/n: okay first things first, aAAAHHHH dynamite came out! and it’s an absolute bop (and record breaker)! so i decided to post my very first piece of writing in celebration. and also, because it’s that time of year again, you know, back to school season (yay? idk), i decided to use that as the theme to this drabble. hope you guys enjoy! :-D

p.s. if you wanna talk to bookstore!namjoon or bookstore!y/n, feel free to do so here!

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After all, he was Kim Namjoon and you’d heard about all the ways he broke hearts.  Never on purpose, fortunately, but with increasing frequency since you’d started running in the (surprisingly) same circles.  He was as unattainable as the specialty imported chocolate on the top shelf of his parents’ bodega - always enticing but terribly out of reach.

I do not live anywhere close to a bodega, but if there was a Kim Namjoon there, I sure as hell would be going to one too! But really Erin, I honestly enjoyed this so much. It was a nice relief for me and to get me away from all of my classwork this semester. Reading a piece of yours feels so bright and comfortable. I feel so cozy whenever I read a story of yours because everything that you write feels so easy. I’m able to immediately see the scene from the eyes of the main character, feel their emotions, and this was no different.

He was cute in a way that snuck up on you, that you didn’t need reminding of but that presented itself at the strangest times.  

This was honestly so spot on I had to lean back in my chair because WOW Erin! For me, I was able to feel and imagine so much, it was like a montage was running though my mind once I read this sentence. And here: 

You decide in that moment - in your oversized boyfriend jeans and big sunglasses pushed up in your hair, with your absurd amount of goodies resting on the counter between you - that you want more of it.  You want more of Kim Namjoon, even if you’re unravelling his mysteries as you go.

I’m sighing right now because I’m utterly in awe of you and your talent. You make writing feel so easy even though I know that it’s not. Especially with the scene of familiarity and home with a bodega because I understand how integral places like this may be for others. And I guess in a way Namjoon is the same. You’re able to implement details and imagery and just make everything feel so...real. I wish that there were better words to describe how I’m feeling based from this, but I hope that for now, this will suffice.

Thank you so very much Erin for this piece. I’ve only been following you for a little while but I can’t tell you how much I enjoy reading the stories that you have posted. I’m sending you lots and lots of love!!!💕💕💕💕

up all night.

inspiration:  “i’m sorry I keep staring, but you’re really the hottest thing i’ve ever seen in my entire life and i don’t know what to do about it.”

i’ve never written for joon before so please don’t burn me at the stake! 🥺 this is dedicated to @sahmfanficbts and ty mucho to @salvejoon​ and @moonmintrails​ for reading through this for me 💖 part two will be forthcoming!  

pairing.  knj x f!reader.  rating.  general.  tags.  mc is a recreational drug user (nothing hard!  just gummies!) and there’s mentions of like, boning and booze.  but generally, just a warm n soft fluff piece.  wc.  1.1k.

The neighbourhood bodega is your happy place.  

It’s where you go when you’ve had a long day at the office and want to drown yourself in six different types of Ben & Jerry’s, the likes of which it always has in stock and in all the flavours you want (Cherry Garcia, Half Baked, Peanut Butter Cup).  It’s where you go when you’re too lazy to make dinner and want to inhale a perfectly made, smooshed down deli sandwich piled high with all your favourite accoutrements.  It’s where you’ve cried quietly, standing in the snack section after a terrible breakup.  It’s also where you’ve, perhaps, spent too much money on beer after an impromptu decision to wake up with a pounding headache.

It’s somewhere that’s seen you grow up, from your shitty pre-teen days - when you’d had that godawful fringe and those ugly sneakers your parents had bought from the Super A Mart in Chinatown - all the way to now, with your slightly cuter shoes and significantly better hair.  It’s watched you grow as much as your family has, a figurative presence in your life that’s shaped you through the years.

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In Heat | knj (m)

➳ PAIRING: werewolf!namjoon x y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, pwp, a dash of angst at the beginning

➳ WORD COUNT: 4.4k

➳ WARNINGS: oral (f receiving), knotting, slight impreg kink (what kinda werewolf smut would it be without one), rough sex?, dirty talk

➳ SUMMARY: All you really want is a normal relationship. The kind of relationship where he holds you in his arms at the end of the night, but he’s hiding a secret that prevents that.

➳ ALTERNATIVELY: you think he’s cheating but it turns out he’s just a werewolf.

➳ A/N: this is dedicated to all my fellow thirsty werewolf Namjoon enthusiasts who asked for more

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The topic of ‘mating’ and ‘heats’ was never discussed between the two of you. Frankly, Namjoon wanted to keep you far away from anything to do with werewolves. This dark part of his life, the part of himself that he was ashamed of, often caused a rift between the two of you.

He struggled to keep the truth a secret. Those late nights when he’d come home with his blonde hair disheveled and refusing to touch or even speak to you, made you more and more curious as to what was going on while he was away.

He was never intimate either, only allowing kisses to remain above the shoulder and never straying further past your jawline. His touches were fleeting, timid brushes along clothed skin, lingering, but never brave enough to grab for more.

What was it about you that made him so afraid? Was he with someone else? Was it too painful to love you while being in love with another? Is that why he never wanted to touch you?

You often found yourself wondering that over and over as you lie awake at night staring at the ceiling with him snoozing a safe distance away. You’re not nestled in his comforting arms like normal lovers would, surrounded by his warm embrace.

No, it’s cold on your side of the bed and filled with empty thoughts wondering why he won’t love you the way you want him to—touch you the way you want him to.

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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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So you’ll save it. You’ll hold it inside just an hour longer. Just until you’ve had Namjoon one last time. When he still looks at you like you’re a goddess and not some god damn burden.

Fallon! Ms. Fallon! Are you trying to make me cry??? Not that I’m not already doing so right now as I try to understand this mechanism, but like, even more??? It was out of pure luck that I got to my study break check-point and I saw that you posted this beautiful, picturesque piece that made me reset my timer so that I had a few extra moments to read it. A few extra minutes to tell you how amazing this was and that I’m so incredibly happy that you share your writings. They always make my day (well, technically night right now...Actually, it’s technically tomorrow for me so...), but they give me a reason to smile like a complete idiot, but also leave my heart shattered into a million pieces on the floor before me, for a while. 

Thank you for sharing this Fal. And thank you so much for your writings overall. Now I  have to get back to studying before my timer yells at me again. Sending you my love💕

friends shouldn’t.

pairing: namjoon x female reader

rating: m for mature

word count: a small 635

Rationality is but a foreign concept whenever his lips are on yours. With each press they claim more and more of the sensical sections of your lust addled mind. They open you up to a higher plane of consciousness, one that prioritizes pleasure over practicality and longing over logic.

It’s easy to be with him like this. Easier than you originally thought possible given the years you spent quietly pining for the warmth of his affection. You’re still not sure how it happened. Nor are you certain exactly when the lines of friendship blurred into something more carnal. It seems like just yesterday he first kissed you on this very couch.

He does more than just kiss you now. Rather he ravages you, consumes you whole as often and as eagerly as he can. But friends shouldn’t touch you like Namjoon does. Friends shouldn’t fuck you like the world is ending each and every time. Friends shouldn’t hold you like they don’t intend on letting go.

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Your hands run over his chiseled torso to feel the uneven flesh beneath your fingertips. Years of training, of fights both won and lost, of facing opponents with a lust for blood, have hardened him, left a mosaic of scars in their wake to mark and maim the bronze canvas. He hides them behind a mural of art. Blots out the ever-present reminders of the choices he’s made in a storm of black and grey.

He is ashamed.

But to you, he is beautiful.

Hi Kiki! First, before I say anything else, I would like to say that you are so damn amazing and I am completely in awe of you. I’ve had this story sitting in my to-read list for what feels like the longest, but I can’t tell you how glad I am to finally have some free time to sit down and read this. I honestly don’t know what I was expecting when I pressed the ‘Keep reading’ but it certainly was not this masterpiece. You completely blew my expectations out of the water and sent my heart to the highest of heavens, and I am completely and utterly grateful for you and your talent here. 

The way you began this story was so picturesque, and it felt like you set up the tone so well. I’m not sure why, but I kept imagining this blue-grey haze as I continued reading. It’s most likely because of the header (good job Ana/ @xjoonchildx), but this story was so incredibly vivid. 

He is tense beneath your lips, but he always is, carrying his burdens on broken bones. 

This line was so dark for me to read, but also very and poetic. It's a strange sensation to feel after reading that line because it's like a light in the darkness and you're not sure if you should go toward it or continue to surrender and swim in it, but it’s beautiful in a way. Like Yin-Yang. That’s how I feel when I think about the surface versus reading deeply. The way your writing is so bright and refreshing in contrast to this world is truly astonishing.

He’s not ok, a fact you both know. He hasn’t slept much since his last match, a brutal victory against a vengeful competitor. That night, you had nursed his wounds with steady hands, whispered words of reassurance into his ear, stripped his emotions bare until he was sobbing into your chest. 

He’s not a monster. He’s not evil. He’s just surviving. But barely. And that’s why you always ask.

Now that I’m rereading this line, it’s hitting a bit stronger in my chest now in comparison to the first time I read this. I think this is the first time that you really begin to see the depths of their relationship and how impactful this job is for both of them. It’s beautifully tragic, but I’m glad that they have each other to have and to hold during these trying times. My heart is also swelling a bit more just because of the rawness between them. It’s unlike anything I’ve seen before and it’s bit overwhelming to see how much love they have for each other, but it’s oh so beautiful. 

But the underground is lawless, and you know he doesn’t have a choice. Debts, loyalties, threats… all cruel dictators of the life Namjoon’s been forced to lead. And lead it he will, as long as you are living and breathing beside him. As long as you are there to rebuild him when he crumbles.

This part honestly took my breath away. I could feel the pain, but it’s that same pain that keeps urging them to fight both together and for one another (this sounds so cheesy I'm sorry), but I think that by knowing this, you can see why it’s so easy for them to love each other and I think that is their own dichotomy. 

But on nights like tonight, between matches, in the wake of training, he likes to be teased. Likes you to drag out his pleasure, because it reminds him he is still alive. Still capable of feeling something good. Still worthy of something good, even with a line of broken bodies trailing his own battered soul.

Oh god, this was just too beautiful. I really have nothing much to say after that, but...wow.

“You deserve me, Namjoon. You deserve the whole world.” 

I think it was at this point where my eyes began to water just a tad because of how vulnerable you see Namjoon start to become. All of his fears and doubts coming to the surface during such an intimate time is really earthshattering in my eyes, but I love how the main character is able to pull him back together and comfort him. Piece by piece. 

You found the boy beneath the man, and you want to give him the world.

You wish some things were different. But not him.

You saved me from myself. 

Annnddd...there's the tear. 

My heart hurts. Everything was so beautiful, even more than anything that I could ever imagine. I love this. And I'm so in love with your writing it's absolutely ridiculous. Thank you so much Kiki for making my day. I really needed this, and this story and your words were the perfect antidote. Thank you again, Kiki. Truly. I’m so grateful for you. I’m sending you my love.💕💕💕

Dichotomy [M]

Author uhgood-dooghu

Pairing Underground Fighter!Namjoon x Reader

Summary He doesn’t want this life. But it’s the hand he’s been dealt. He is falling, but you are his safety net.

Genre Smut, angst, fluff, marriage!au, very loosely inspired by the film Southpaw, porn with a splash of plot

Warnings Unprotected marital sex, nipple play, nipple orgasm, oral (male and brief female), consensual possessiveness, Namjoon has tattoos, mentions of violence, lots of love, lots of angst, some cracky fluff if you squint, they’re very in love, they have a kid, they’re dealing with a lot of shit

Word Count 4.1k

a/n Banner by @xjoonchildx​ who singlehandedly gave me more confidence in my writing in 10 minutes than anyone has given me in like…10 years (so yeah, not to be dramatic but I kind of love you 🙈)

Dichotomy . . Trouvaille . . Redemancy

Cross-posted to AO3

“You still up for me, tiger?”

From his spot reclined against the pillows, Namjoon cocks his head, tired eyes narrowing into a smirk when he finds you leaning against the closet door frame. Sky blue silk hangs loosely off your shoulder, revealing the sheer bodysuit gracing your curves. You quirk an eyebrow and grin as your husband’s darkened eyes roam your body and linger on the deep v between your breasts, cream tulle contoured seamlessly to your hardened nipples. With a lick of his lips, he folds his arms behind his head.

“I don’t know, baby. Why don’t you come find out?”

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