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Eight Years

[Summary]: Namjoon and you have been married for eight years. What makes it so great? Maybe the fact that your husband never stopped loving you with just as much passion as the first day he fell in love.

[Theme]: MarriedCouple!AU, EstablishedRelationship!AU, very soft Joon but also extremely powerful and dominant Joon.

[Rating]: fluff, smut, 18+ content

[Word Count]: 2,493

[Author’s Note]: I wanna say this is probably the first fic I have ever written? I could be wrong but I am almost positive. So glad to finally share it though…this is one of my favs.

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"Let me sit on your lap," You demand from your husband.

Namjoon looks up at you with wide eyes as he stops chewing, his cheeks stuffed with food. He looks too good, even with a mouth full of greasy hamburger. Dark green t-shirt, fluffy hair, and, of course, gray sweats — you absolutely have to cuddle him. It is not an option. You must.

"I'm eating," He says, but you're already lifting his arm up and sliding onto his thighs.

"Keep eating, then," You reply, shoving your nose into his neck. He smells clean, like fresh laundry. And his hair is soft as you play with the ends of it at the nape of his neck. You can't get enough of this man.

Namjoon continues chewing as he lets you sit on him.

"I'm not understanding this behavior," He says, mouth full.

"You don't have to,"

"But I want to,"

"Just accept it and move on,"

Namjoon shrugs and stuffs the last piece of his hamburger into his mouth. His chewing is obnoxious, and you're sure that there's grease all over his mouth, but that doesn't stop you from wanting to kiss the fuck out of him right now anyways.

He leans back on the chair as he drinks his water. His warm palm comes up and rubs at your back. They're so big and strong; you can't help but melt into his palms as he holds you. His touch creates a reaction within you, like a heater touching an ice cube.

"Did you have a good day?" He asks you.

"Yeah, it was okay," You mumble against his neck. "How was yours?"

"It was good. Couldn't wait to come home, though,"

"Why?"

"Don't know. Kind of wanted to see my wife."

"You're seeing her,"

"No, I'm seeing her back."

With that, you bring your head from the crook of his neck to look your husband in the eyes.

"Now I'm seeing her," He smiles. "Hello, angel," He hums, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

You reciprocate, enjoying the softness of his lips before you pull away, an antagonizing grin plastered on your lips.

"You taste like beef,"

"Well, you insisted on sitting on me while I was eating."

"Never said I didn't like it,"

"Didn't know you liked the taste of beef and spit. Well noted,"

"I like the taste of you," You coo, giving his cheek a pinch.

"Tch," He snorts, giving you another kiss.

This time, you tuck your lips into his firmly. Your hands caress his jaw and neck as you move your lips against his. Namjoon sighs against you, confidently sliding his hands up your back as he tilts his head into yours. He hums into you, enjoying the way you kiss him so surely.

After a few more kisses, you pull away, brushing some of his hair away from his face.

“I missed you today" You confess.

“I did, too,” your husband kisses the inside of your palm before his eyes flicker up to yours hurriedly, as if he remembered something.

"Guess what, babe," He starts, hands firmly holding your waist. He doesn't give you time to respond, though, immediately continuing his sentence afterward. "When I was riding to work this morning, I decided to take the same route we used to walk down before we started dating. They're putting it under construction."

"What?!" You exclaim, your heart dropping in your chest.

"I know. I was really upset about it," He sighs, rubbing circles into your hips. "It made me think all day, though. That place holds so many memories."

"It does," You frown, remembering your early days with Namjoon at the spot. "That's where I kissed you for the first time."

"That's where I kissed you for the first time." Namjoon corrects, smirking.

You sigh. "Namjoon, we have gone over this,"

He chuckles as he kisses the bridge of your nose. He finds enjoyment in antagonizing you.

Looking back on it, you both leaned in at the same time. But it was you who took the first step towards him, deciding on whether or not you wanted to kiss him right then and there. You guessed you both had the same battle going on in your heads at the time.

"I can't believe they're putting it under construction," You frown. "We wouldn't be married if it weren't for that path."

"Well, it's been like what? Eight years since we started walking down there? Married for 3, dated for 4, friends for about 1-2 years... yeah about eight years. It probably just needs to be renovated. It was all torn up, even when we met there."

You laugh at that. "God, that makes me feel old. Eight years..."

"I know," He chuckles, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I'll be sad if it looks different." You pout.

"Don't be sad. We still have a lot of places where we experienced our firsts at. Like that bridge where I asked you to be my girlfriend. Or that restaurant by the ocean we had sex in for the first tim—"

You playfully hit his shoulder. Your husband just laughs as he wraps his arms around your waist. Namjoon kisses your cheek as you try to act annoyed at him for bringing up the shameful place you both had your first with each other. But, alas, you can never truly be annoyed at him. You love him too much.

"Don't kiss my face, your mouth is covered in grease," You whine, pushing him back softly by the shoulders.

"Why don't you lick it off then," He smirks.

You raise an eyebrow at your husband.

"What is it, babe? Are you taking back your words? Do you not like the taste of me?"

"That's not what I meant," You roll your eyes.

"What did you mean, then?" He taunts you.

"You know what I meant,"

"No, baby," He grins. "I don't think I do,"

You know he knows what you meant. He just wants an excuse to hear you say it.

"I like the taste of your cock, is what I meant." You give it to him.

Namjoon gives you the most fuck boy smile you've ever seen after that. It gives your pussy a shameful heartbeat like it always does whenever he flashes his teeth at you like that.

"Shut up," You shy away from him. But Namjoon grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at him as he cuddles your hips closer to his.

"Did you eat today?" He asks, changing the topic while giving your jaw a kiss.

"Mmhm," You hum as he sensually drags his lips down your neck. You know what he’s doing. Trying to get you to focus on a thought while he teases the living hell out of you has always been a kink of his. However, you’re too needy not to play into his antics today. It’s kind of fun playing this game, anyways.

"Was it good?" He bites at your sweet spot. You gasp, your hands firmly grasping his shoulders for support as he effortlessly turns you on.

"So good..." You moan as he licks the soreness of the bite afterward.

Namjoon's big hands cascade up your shirt, slowly making their way up to your breasts. He massages them firmly as he rolls his hips up into yours.

You force your hips to grind down into his, begging for some friction down south. You hate how he does this to you in literal seconds — makes your pussy aching and wet for him with just a flash of his teeth.

"Yeah? Can you tell me about it, sweetheart?" He grins before sucking a fat hickey just above your clavicle.

"Ahh—I-I had pasta," You moan. The very thin material of your pajama shorts does not make the situation any easier for you.

"Yeah?" He antagonizes you further, lifting your — his — t-shirt over your head. He hums at the sight. "Was it just how you like it?"

Namjoon kisses down your chest, stopping at your nipple before giving it a gentle lick. You gasp at the contact, your nipples extremely sensitive to his touch. He licks it again before encasing the bud completely in his mouth, sucking and gnawing at it as he waits for your answer.

"J-Joon—" You pant, your fingers immediately tangling in his locks. His hand rolls your other nipple in between his fingers, causing you to jerk your hips harshly into his. Namjoon moans at the friction, squeezing your hip as he motions the sway of them harder and faster against him.

"'C'mon, baby. I wanna hear about your meal," He grins, his teeth scraping your nipple as he does so.

"You tease," You moan, tugging on his hair.

Namjoon flashes another signature smile at you, and if it weren't for the jello filling your legs, you would slide down to your knees and suck him until he forgot his last name. But as much as Namjoon would love that, he kind of wants to fuck his wife into the sheets right now.

"S-Stop smiling at me like that," You shy.

"Or what, baby?" He hums, kissing down your torso. "How will you punish me?"

"I-I'll—"

He slides a hand down your pants.

"I'll—"

His fingers delicately slide up your folds, his middle finger gently circling your clit.

"I'll—ffuckk," You whimper, eyes focused on his hand in your pants.

"You'll fuck? Fuck what, babe?" He coos, circling your opening gently, gathering your juices on his fingertips, before he continues. "Me? Hmm, I don't think so. Fucking is my job this evening."

"Joon—," You cry, rocking your hips into his fingers. "Do it,"

"I will." He promises. Namjoon's strong arms manhandle your thighs, securely wrapping them around his waist before he walks the two of you to the couch. He gently tosses you on the cushions, ripping off his clothes before he joins you. He tugs your pants and panties down your legs, spreading them wide for him after he tosses your clothes on the pile with his own.

Namjoon slides between your thighs, pressing his cock hard against your entrance.

"Hello, beautiful," He coos, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Hi," You reply, giving his lips a kiss.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you now. Is that alright?"

His word choice makes your thighs tremble as they wrap around his waist. You nod at him, situating your arms under his shoulders securely for what's to come. When Namjoon says he's going to fuck the shit out of you, he's gonna do it with all he's got.

"Alright," He smiles before giving your forehead a quick peck.

He rubs his tip up and down your cunt a few times before sliding in with a sharp jerk of his hips. He fucks you hard after that — so damn hard and so fucking fast, brutal in his pace. You can feel him hit your cervix while the heat of friction burns your walls. You know you're not going to be able to walk properly for the next few days, but it feels way too good to ask him to slow down. You don't want him to slow down.

"How are you still so damn tight after I've fucked you for so long, huh?" Namjoon pants above you. His hands harshly grip your hips, pinning them down to the cushions as he fucks you deeper.

You're a moaning mess beneath him. Your husband never relents in the bedroom and you love it. You love it so much, it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and sweat cascading down your face and chest. "Eight years and every time — fuck — every time it's like I'm fucking you for the first time."

"Ahhh—Fu-J-Joon!" You cry, wet tears forming at the corners of your eyes. Namjoon responds to you with a grunt as he quickens the movements of his hips. His pelvis claps against yours with every thrust, filling the room with lewd noises.

"Aghhh, baby, keep clenching like that," He demands. Like you can even help it at this point. You're so close to your high, your legs literally shake against his hips.

"Joon, I'm gonna cum!" You shriek, digging your nails into his back.

"Not yet. Don't cum until I say so," He instructs, biting your shoulder as he struggles to keep his release inside his balls. As badly as he wants to cum, he wants to enjoy this more. He gets to see you every day. He gets to shower with you and cook with you and go on walks with you and fuck you every day. But he can never take a moment with you for granted. He wants to savor all of it, just like he has for the past eight years, and just as he will for the rest of his life.

You squirm beneath him, trying your hardest to keep it all in. But he's so good. He feels so good, and you don't know how much longer you can control your orgasm.

"Namjoon," You whine, scratching at his neck and back.

"I know, sweetheart. Just a little while longer," He compromises.

"I can't...!" You gasp. Namjoon grabs your thighs and hikes them over his shoulders before ramming into you again. The couch is scratching against the hardwood, moving with him as he fucks you in this position. He hits you in all the right places, fucking you just as hard, fast, and deep as before. But this time, you can't control it. This time, the man on top of you looks fuzzy, and you wonder why he moans your name over and over again as your neck falls back against the pillows. You can definitely feel his dick twitching, though. And the unnecessary amount of wetness pooling at your core and thighs.

There’s a moment when nothing registers to you. You're just harshly breathing as all you can see is white, until Namjoon's voice wakes you out of your trance.

"Baby...y/n," He calls your name. But you're too exhausted to give a response.

Namjoon kisses your cheek as he slides a hand under your neck. He tilts your head up at him.

"Look at me," He demands, and you do. He's clearer now, but your eyelids feel like bricks as you attempt to blink. "You just squirted. All over me."

You laugh at that, as does Namjoon. He presses his sweaty forehead to yours before giving it a firm peck.

"Fuck, that was so hot. I love when you do that," He chuckles. "I love you," He says, showering your face in kisses.

"I love you, too," You sigh, finally able to catch your breath and look at your husband properly. God, yes, you do love this man.

"No, but really," He says, gathering his t-shirt from the ground and wiping up your thighs with it. "What kind of pasta did you have?"

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

University Superstar is 🤌🏻 Just so, SO good. I can do totally picture your JK 🫠🥴Thanks for sharing your immense talent with us🫰🏻 I’m an old ass fangirl and thought maybe if you ever decide to write asks that you could write about Namjoon with a much older artist or museum docent. 😏 I may or may not have had an exhibition or two 🖼️ and the idea that Kim Namjoon saw any of my pieces sends me… ⚰️

Kim Namjoon Drabble 1

[Summary]: Kim Namjoon is a frequent visitor at the museum you work at. In fact, he’s visited so often, he’s gained your museum's platinum gold card for passes on all exhibitions and the cafeteria’s sweet tea. You’ve come to realize that Namjoon is the biggest art nerd you’ve ever met outside of yourself when he started to find you after every exhibition and ask you questions about the artist. However, your subtle feelings for the man start to go a-wire when he beings to ask questions about you instead.

[Theme]: MuseumDocent!AU, Artist!AU, ArtNerdNamjoon!AU, Museum!AU, FriendsToLovers!AU

[Rating]: Fluffy fluff fluff; slice of life.

[Word Count]: 1,773

[A/N]: Hmmmm, this is going to be difficult. Mainly because I am only slightly younger than our golden maknae, Jjk. However, that doesn’t go to say that I haven’t read scenarios where Y/n was older than one of the members…but I also have not personally written any like that either. BUT! That doesn’t mean I can’t try. I hope this meets your expectations.

Besides, Namjoon in a museum makes me leek 🥬

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You love this museum.

The smell of it, the look of it, the organization of it — you love it all. You love it so much, you’ve become a docent there.

Walking about the museum while you flaunt your knowledge on the various famous pieces, featured pieces, and sometimes, some of your own pieces, has been the source of your happiness for years now.

Your job never lets you down. In fact, you find that by the end of the day, your spirits have been lifted higher than what it was the last time you came home from work.

Especially nowadays.

Recently, a certain someone has been a part of nearly every single tour you have conducted within the past two weeks. He’s a tall man — sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the many old people and young children in the groups you guide. Not to mention, he's one of the most attractive people you have ever seen. Shaggy hair, brown eyes, and teeth that flash at you with every new piece of information you tell him, the man has somewhat stolen your heart. Even more so when he somehow finds you at the end of each guide to hound you for hours about the artists he found the most intriguing.

Kim Namjoon was his name, and given the many times he’s found you in the museum’s cafeteria after a guide, you’ve come to notice that the man has become such a frequent visitor he became eligible for the museum’s platinum gold membership card. Free sweet tea and admission to docent-guided tours, he took the upgrade and has since joined in on your groups.

There’s a pep and swing in your step as you make your way to work today. That twinge of nervousness you also contain shows as you shakily open the doors to the museum.

“You excited?” one of your best friends, Taehyung, asks. He’s smiling wide, clenching a pencil in his hand as he waits for your answer. You almost think he could be more excited than you with the way his eyes crinkle and his finger taps at the wood of the receptionists’ desk.

“You have no idea,” you laugh, swiping into the room that he stands in. You quickly clock in before you wipe your sweaty hands on the fabric of your skirt, hoping that your claminess goes away soon.

“I saw some of your pieces,” he faces you. “I still can’t believe those came from you! I know you’ve showed your pieces here before, but these are beyond anything I’ve ever seen you do. It’s like you went mad or something.”

You smile at his comment, a little blush forming on your face as you accept his compliment.

“That reminds me,” Taehyung grins once again. “A certain man by the name of Kim Namjoon is coming to your welcome exhibit. ‘Was the first to sign up.”

“I know,” you laugh. “He really likes art. It’s crazy how smart he is, too. I swear he grasps knowledge like a computer.”

“I dunno,” Taehyung purses his lips. “Seems he might like something else, too,”

“Stop it,” you shoot him a look. “Namjoon is an innocent nerd. Besides, I swear I’m like 10 years older than him.”

“Actually, 6 1/2,” Taehyung corrects.

“Point proven,” You observe while messing around with the computer in front of you.

“You do realize that there’s 5 other museum docents in this place, right?” your friend laughs. “Not to mention you usually conduct guides at the most inconvenient times for the general public. I doubt he’d come here and schedule tours with you if it meant he didn’t get to see you at any given moment during the week.”

“Have you ever thought of the possibility that maybe I'm just really good at my job?” you ask him teasingly.

“That’s not what I meant,” he laughs.

“I know,” you commence your teasing. “What I mean to say is, Namjoon is too… pure for that. I sincerely haven’t noticed a single flirtatious intent or ‘look in his eye’ during the multiple times he’s been here. Genuinely, he loves art and wants to know everything about it before moving on to learning about the next art style, time period, or artist he chooses to jump to next.”

“You could be right,” he looks to the door realizing that a customer has started walking up to the receptionist area. “Or he may have been asking me about you since before he started tagging along on your guides.”

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You’re thinking about what Taehyung said all day.

He’s been asking about you? What specifically has he been asking about? And for how long has he been doing so before he started making an appearance at every guide you conducted?

Questions flood your mind, but excitement also overwhelms it.

Your exhibit has fully opened.

All your selected pieces for this have been displayed just like how you envisioned them to be. There's a crowd of people waiting to see what you’ve got, and best of all, Namjoon is there. He’s got a giant notebook in his hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and a big smile on his face as he spots you amongst the crowd.

You’re busy greeting critics, familiar faces, friends, family, and coworkers while you answer various questions and walk around the room explaining your art. You almost forget Namjoon is there until you get a free moment, and a tap on your shoulder sends a warm reminder that your eager art enthusiast has made it to your exhibit.

“I didn’t know you were an artist,” he smiles in awe while pointing to a painting near you two with the back of his pencil. “I have to say, though. Your pieces really make me think.”

“I’m no stranger to your questions, Namjoon. You know you can always ask me anything,” you blush.

“What was your muse?” he asks, still staring at the painting he pointed at. You have to turn around to look at which piece he’s talking about. Of course, this was one of your favorites out of all the pieces. You spent years on this one. Multiple trips to the same space out of the country, talks with natives, and fully immersing yourself like one. This one took the most thought and energy you’ve ever put into a piece. You’re flattered he’s mentioned this one out of all the others first.

“For this one, specifically? Or for the general theme of the exhibit?” you double-check.

“For this one — although, that was my second question,” he laughs. “I just happened to notice this one didn’t really match the theme. The rest all fall within a certain feeling, but this one caught my eye first.”

“I’m glad,” you banter. “This one is my favorite.”

“It’s mine, too,” he smirks, the warmness in his eyes flaming your entire body.

“As for the muse, it’s still hard to define,” you candor. “This one took the longest. So many stages of my 20s and mid-life crises and, well, life were all a mosh-pit of emotions on this one. I could only work on it in Iceland, too.”

“Iceland?”

“Yes,” you laugh at yourself. Saying it out loud, it sounded stranger than you thought it would. “So much inspiration came to me there. Before I knew it, I started saving the majority of my money just to travel there and work on this piece there.”

There's a pause. The business of the room engulfs you as the two of you look at your piece.

“I want to know you, Y/n,” he suddenly blurts out. You almost get whip-lash from how quickly you turn your head to face him once again. “You’re seriously such a talent to me. I want to know you and all your muses. What got you into art and art history and working here. All of it — I want to know it all.”

Now you’re seriously confused.

Maybe it was the way Taehyung told you that it was a likely possibility that Namjoon did like you despite your previous observations that he didn’t. Or maybe it's that glint in his eye that suggests that he truly wants to know more about you other than the fact that you work and present your art in the museum he frequently goes to. You don’t know. But you’ve always been opportunistic, so you take his mysterious sentiment into question.

“Namjoon, have you been talking about me with my co-worker?” you ask, that speed in your heartbeat making its way up your chest.

Namjoon blushes, smiling down at his notepad. “I knew that loser couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” he laughs to himself. “I have. But I promise, all good things.”

“Namjoon, I have to be honest. Taehyung did say some thi—”

“It’s all true,” he nods his head while looking back up at you. “Listen Y/n, as much as I love your tours, this was the one I wanted to go on the most. Your art, your voice, your presence —this is what I was the most curious about. All those questions about the artists I asked you about after those tours — I genuinely just loved listening to your passion. Hearing you talk about what you love and looking at you show off the work you put your soul into. I dunno, maybe I’ve developed a crush.”

Your heart beats out of your chest. Are you really that oblivious? You’re 6 1/2 years older than this man — you should know when a person has been crushing on you by now!

“Namjoon, I’m old,” you blurt, laughing at yourself. A part of you can't help but feel a little insecure about your age. One to two years and you're usually in the 'go' for a lot of romantic things and partnerships with others. But 6 1/2? That's more so unheard of nowadays.

“I could call you ajumma if you wanted,” he smiles teasingly.

“I’ll kill you,” you playfully threaten him. The flutter in your tummy is a little too overwhelming as he flashes his teeth at you, that look telling you that he’s really serious about this crush he’s developed.

“Seriously, Y/n, I couldn’t give a fuck about age,” he says. “I stand by the fact that I’d become gay and date a 570-year-old da Vinci if he were still alive today.”

“Art whore,” you laugh.

“So let me take you out,” he continues, simmering his laughter. “Coffee tomorrow at 10?”

You feel a strange weight lifted off your shoulders. Nodding your head at his question, you feel like you’ve maybe developed a new muse.

[End]

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[A/N]: Ajumma (아줌마) - [N], a Korean term referring to a married or middle-aged woman; typically a woman of one's parents' age or older.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023] 

disturbance. (pt. 2!)

request by @taekooklover301​

It is advised that you read part one first. Happy reading!

warnings:  humiliation, degradation, choking, hair pulling, spanking, liiiitle bit of spit play, NAME CALLING, possessive behaviors, cum play (maybe), assertion of dominance, mentions of death, namjoon fucking you quickly because you’re a fucking brat, etc.

word count: 1.9k

“How about we try some role play?” Namjoon offered as he opened the door to his infamous torture room.

He’s mentioned it multiple times to you before today. You were beginning to wonder if it was really what he cracked it up to be.

“That’d be fun.” You shrugged, taking a glance inside of the room when he stepped aside and gestured toward the doorway.

You turned your head to look at him and raised an eyebrow. You couldn’t see a single thing.

It was just... darkness.

Namjoon laughed and playfully rolled his eyes.

“Just take a few steps inside, won’t you? There’s nothing near the door that could hurt you.” You turned your head back toward the doorway. 

What the hell did he mean by that?

You tried squinting and jutting your head forward just a bit, but you still couldn’t make anything out.

“You’re wasting my time.” Joon murmured, while picking up his foot and using the sole of his boots to nudge you into the room.

You stumbled inside, nearly tripping over your feet as you attempted to balance yourself.

He shut the door gently behind himself as he entered. 

You stood awkwardly as you waited for him to direct you to do something, or at least turn a light on or two. The longer you were in the dark, the longer it would take for your eyes to adjust when he finally turned the lights on.

You registered the sound of a few soft footsteps against some sort of material. Your hearing was heightened due to your sight being (nearly) taken away from you.

You jumped as you felt Namjoon’s long fingers tugging away at the robe that sat over the top of your lingerie.

“Here’s what I’m thinking we do, sweetheart.” He pushed your head to the left, using his knuckles to gently caress the skin on the right side of your neck before continuing.

“Why don’t you play as my toy for a little bit?” He wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

“Shouldn’t be a difficult task for you, really. I wanted to give you a simple role for your first experience in this room.” He ran his fingertips over your hips and up to your nipples, relishing in every gasp and moan you let out as he twisted and tugged them.

“Believe it or not, you aren’t the first person to enter this room.” You hadn’t realized you had your eyes closed until you opened them.

Way to kill the mood.

“You will be the first person to make it out alive, though.” He spoke nonchalantly, as he tugged the straps of your bra off of your shoulders.

“What?” You asked immediately. Namjoon chuckled at your obvious confusion.

“I call it a torture room for a reason, honey.” You shivered at his response, as he removed all touch from you and walked toward the entrance of the room to turn on the lights.

“Fuck.” You cursed as you brought your hands up to your eyes to cover them. The light was just as bright as you expected it to be.

Once you grew comfortable, you removed your hands from your eyes and took a look around the room. It certainly wasn’t what you expected-- instead of something out of a Pornhub shoot, you were met with what resembled the setup of all of the other bedrooms in the house.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you walked further into the room.

“This is what you kept up all of that talk about?” You spoke in disbelief as you crossed your arms and turned over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend. He clenched his jaw angrily at your apparent defiance.

“Yes, it is. Is there a problem with that?” You shook your head, unable to contain the giggles that left your mouth as Namjoon approached you.

“I’m not sure what sort of torturing you could do in this room, Joon.” You turned around again to view the setup of the room, as your boyfriend took that as his opportunity to grab a fistful of your hair a drag you toward the bed.

“OW! JOONIE--”

“The scene starts now.” He growled, as he tossed you onto the bed like a rag doll.

“But I--”

“Toys don’t talk, slut.” You immediately retracted, settling into the sheets of the bed as your panties stuck to your core due to the anticipation of this exact moment.

With practiced ease, Namjoon grabbed some rope and a pair of scissors out of the bedside table in the room.

He grabbed you by your hair once more, a devious smirk on his face as he snipped your brand new bra into pieces.

He yanked you closer to him, and did the same with your panties before tossing the scissors onto the ground in the corner of the room.

Your mouth fell open in shock.

“Are you serious? That was a brand new set!” His eye twitched in frustration, Couldn’t you take the hint and just shut the hell up?

That was fine by him. He could show you what he could do to you better than he could tell you.

He kneeled onto the ground and placed his hand around the back of your neck, before yanking your head down to level with his.

“Speak one more time without being spoken to, and it’ll be your dead body that’ll be dragged out of this room next. Do I make myself clear?” You nodded hastily, although you knew his threat meant nothing.

Or at least you hoped it didn’t.

“Roll over.” He commanded. When you responded too slowly, he quite literally growled at you and forced you onto your back.

He stood up off of the ground and yanked you toward the edge of the bed by your legs.

“I’m going to use you to get myself off.” He spoke harshly, as he quickly undid his belt and pulled his leaking cock out of his boxers.

“Remember what I said? You’re expected to make that commitment.” You moaned at his words. You had gotten him angry, so you knew he about to give you one of the roughest fucks of your life.

You couldn’t wait.

“What a surprise to see that you’re already dripping for me. What a good little toy you are, huh?” Namjoon licked his index and middle fingers before bringing them down to your delicious cunt and spreading your pussy lips apart.

“Oh my God, fuck.” He moaned to himself at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing. You were so desperate for him.

He licked his lips, ready to devour your cunt when his watched dinged on his wrist.

You whined out of frustration. Namjoon smirked as he read the alert.

“I’ve got a meeting in five minutes, babygirl. Do you know what that means?” You slowly shook your head.

“It means that you’ve got to use that cute little pussy of yours to make me cum within those five minutes. Sound good?” You whined once more, not registering the sound of his belt hitting the ground as you began to voice your annoyance.

“I-- FUCK!” You moaned, immediately gripping Namjoon’s arms for support as he slid into you with ease due to how wet you were.

“You’re always so fucking tight.” He grunted, pausing for a moment as he brought his hands up to your hips to grip them in order to stabilize himself.

“Four minutes and counting, Princess. Think you can take a rough pounding for me?” You nodded eagerly, wishing he’d shut up and get to it already.

At your agreeance, Namjoon quickly picked up the pace of his thrusts. He fell into a rapid rhythm, the sounds of his hip bones smacking against your ass only egging him on.

“God, this greedy hole is squeezing me so tight. You’re desperate to cum, aren’t you, whore?” He asked, not giving you the chance to respond as he knocked the air out of your lungs with a quick position change.

He lifted your leg over his shoulder and held it at the ankle, the new angle causing him to brush against your g-spot with every other thrust.

“Oh f-fuck, that feels so goo--” Namjoon snarled at you for speaking. He delivered a harsh slap to your right breast before wrapping his hand around your throat, and tugging you closer to him so you were forced to look into his eyes while he rearranged your guts.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, okay?” You nodded weakly, causing him to crack a smile.

“Good girl.” He praised, his eyes turning to slits as he began to pummel your pussy with his cock. He tightened his grasp around your neck to restrict your breathing, knowing that asphyxiation was the gateway to you spasming around him, which was exactly what he needed at the moment.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, nodding along with you as you struggled to form coherent words.

He laughed sadistically as a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Hold it.” Those two simple words sent you spiralling into madness. You wanted nothing more at the moment than to cum on his dick.

“I can feel you spasming around me. I’m almost there, baby. Almost there....” He cursed under his breath as the current position the two of you were in was struggling to stimulate him.

He stopped fucking you and took a look down at his watch.

“Two minutes.” He mumbled to himself, giving your body a quick once over before grabbing you around the waist with both hands and hoisting you up against the wall.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He warned you, as he forced his cock back into your cunt and quickly regained his speed. He pulled your hips out a bit toward him so he could fuck you deeper.

“H-holy shit,” He barked, making eye contact with you for a moment.

“Pull my hair and spit in my mouth.”

“J-Joon--”

“Do it right fucking now.” Your hands flew to your boyfriend’s head as you submitted to his request. He always loved it when you pulled his hair when he was between your legs, but you were a bit too shy to spit in his mouth.

The two of you had never experimented with anything like that before.

You gathered up a bit of your saliva and let it trickle out of your mouth. Namjoon leaned into you and caught it quickly, sharing your saliva between the both of your mouths in a heated kiss without his hips faltering for a single moment.

“Now?” He asked, the question mumbled because of the kiss. You moaned in response, already knowing what he was referring to.

“Cum.” He ordered. You scraped your fingernails against his scalp as you begged for him to pull out, because you felt like you were going to explode.

He pulled out of you half a dozen thrusts later, using one hand to jerk himself off and the other to hold you up against the wall.

Thankfully for you, you squirted.

Much to Namjoon’s displeasure, though, you squirted all over his clothes that he  was supposed to wear during his meeting.

“FUCK!” He yelled, as he began to shoot rope after rope of his cum against your  face and tits. 

He smiled at the thought of his cum drying on your body, because he knew you weren’t stupid enough to wipe it away.

He dropped you, your legs going numb as you hit the ground.

Namjoon forcefully spread them apart with his knee as he slid his large hand in between your thighs and rubbed at your poor clit, urging every last drop of cum out of you.

“I C-CAN’T! I CAN’T, I CAN’T!” You squirmed around in his hold.

“You don’t get to tell me what you can and can’t do.” He was about to continue, when his watched dinged once more to alert him that he had thirty seconds before his meeting began.

He rolled his eyes and roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair as he began to drag you out of the room with him.

“I-I th-thought that you didn’t like it when I listened during your meetings?” You spoke, although you allowed him to drag you back to his office.

“I don’t. You ruined my clothes though, so to pay for it you’re going to cram your little ass under that desk and suck my dick until I tell you to get the hell up.”

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~Arrie 💕

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I'll probably release more chapters of my book tonight, I haven't been that active on here but I'll try to update and FINISH this book lol. Be sure to check it out. It's a Hoseok fanfiction since Tumblr doesn't have a lot of those.

Bascially the tales of a mafia boss and a princess. Depicted on the picture above is how my oc looks in every book I write but please picture her however you like.

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Oh baby • Knj pt. 1

🌻Kim Namjoonx Single mother Reader!

🌻 Genre: Fluff, angst, smut (eventually)

🌻 Warning: None

🌻 A/N: Hello this is my first time writing a fanfic in years, so I hope you enjoyed the beginning of this series.

“I love you, I miss you and you’re my everything.” I whisper to my daughter. Upon closing her bedroom door my phone goes off. I look down at my phone and groan.

“What do you want Minho?” I hear chuckling on the other side of the line.

“Well hello to you too grumpy. Anyways I’ll make this short. I can’t pick Minnie up tomorrow, last minute interview, you know?” Minho always does this. He calls last minute with an excuse to get out of seeing his daughter.

“Unbelievable, wait no I’m not even surprised anymore. You always do this Choi Minho. Seeing your daughter should be your first priority. Clearly nothing has changed. It’s the same as it was when we were together.” I run my hands through my hair as I walk into my bedroom as to not wake up my sleeping 4 year old.

“You know I love her Y/n but we’re talking about my career here. It’s just-” I cut him off.

“No save it, I’ve heard it’s before. My career this, my career that. Now I’m going to bed, goodnight Minho.” I hang up the phone before he says anything else. I throw my phone on my night stand and plop onto my bed finally being able to sleep.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Mommy, Mommy wake up. Daddy will be here soon.” My eyes flutter open and the first thing I see is my beautiful daughter in all her ‘I just woke up’ glory. I roll over and embrace her in my arms.

“Something came up with your dad. You’ll be with my at the studio again.”

“But I wanted to see daddy today.” Tears start to well up in her eyes.

“I know you do, but hey we can go get a donut, and you can talk to Auntie Bee.” Her eyes slightly light up upon hearing the name.

“Okay! I’ll go get dressed!” She fumbles getting off the bed and runs to her bedroom.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Mommy I want that one!” Minnie points to the chocolate donut in the display case. After ordering the donuts and my coffee we sit on the sofa in the café. I gaze at my daughter and see her face light up after taking a bite of her sweet breakfast.

“She’s adorable.” I look behind me and see a man walking towards us.

“Thank you.” I give him a smile. “Sweetie, what do you say to the nice man.” With her mouth covered in chocolate she thanks him.

“What’s her name?”

“Minnie.” I say as I wipe my daughter’s mouth off.

“Minnie…like Minnie Mouse?” I chuckle.

“Basically, she was actually born premature, she was tiny so I thought why not call her Minnie.” I look over at Minnie enjoying the last of her donut and her orange juice.

“Well it’s very nice to meet you Minnie and miss…” The stranger extendeds his hand out.

“Y/n.” We shake hands.

“"Namjoon.” Suddenly his phone goes off.

“Excuse me, it’s work. It was a pleasure meeting you and your lovely daughter.” He says as he waves to Minnie putting his phone to his ear.

“Really to go to the studio, Minnie?” He looks up and smiles.

“Yes, ma'am.” We grab our belongings andake our trip to my dance studio.

ᥫ᭡stay safe and keep namjooning !

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Reflection

(fluffy imagine)

You barely notice it at first: the shadow that shields you from the sun as you sit in your car, waiting for one of your friends to grace you with her presence after being 20 minutes late. Your legs sit on top of the dashboard and you hold your phone in your hands, mindlessly scrolling through whatever you can find. A few seconds later, it rings in your mind that someone is standing in front of your car, leaning into the window.

Your head snaps upwards to greet your friend when you realize… that the person looking into your car isn’t who you thought it was. 

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au where you suddenly get a cat // some random first time attempt at a text au kinda thing :”) and this is the kinda kitty i mention 👇🏽

poly!NamJin Imagine

Paring: NamJin x reader 

Words: about 1.6k

Warnings: swearing, lil but of smut at the end, shitty writing, this isn't edited so... yup...also hints at Sope/Yoonseok and Vminkook

a/n: wish me luck bitch, this is the first time I've written for BTS sooo..

You sighed and looked around the cozy coffee shop you owned. You weren't much of a coffee person, you were a tea person, but you were damn good at making all types of coffee, tea, hot chocolate, and all types of sweet goodies you could think of. 

You started to reflect on the past couple of years of your life. 

You came to South Korea in your sophomore year of college. You majored in Korean History. All your life people admired you for having an ear for languages. You learned Spanish fluently in just shy of a year. You always admired the Korean dialect so you decided to attempt to learn it. 

You picked it up flawlessly. 

When your professor took note of your devotion to the Korean culture, past and present, he told you about a program you could invest in. He told you that for your sophomore year and until you graduate, you could go to South Korea and study at a beautiful college there. 

You ended up looking into the program your university had to offer and within six months into your sophomore year, you were shipped off to South Korea for the next three years. 

In your junior year you met Kim Namjoon. You fell in love with his adorable dimples and his gorgeous, but sometimes endearingly awkward, personality. You had been talking to him, in person and via text for about a month when he introduced you to his boyfriend. You remember that day like it was yesterday.

It was mid November, there was a nice autumn breeze sweeping around you and your favorite library as you sat at a table outside, enjoying the nice weather. The gentle breeze made your long, yellow woven sweater billow around your black Doc Martins. 

You let out a nervous sigh, Namjoon wanted to introduce you to his boyfriend, Seokjin, today. While you were disappointed he was taken, you couldn't blame this man you’ve never met, Namjoon was one hell of a catch. 

You heard the crunching of red and golden leaves behind you as people approached you. 

A large, warm hand settled itself of your shoulder. You look and your eyes meet the dazzling, sparkling eyes of Kim Namjoon. 

You smiled widely and stood up to give him a hug. 

“Y/n! I’ve missed you!”

“Oh stop, man, we saw each other like last week,” you smile, endeared by his enthusiasm to see you again. 

“I know, just too long. Anyway,” Namjoon begun, placing his hand on the other man’s lower back, “this is my lovely boyfriend, Seokjin, or as many call him, Jin.” Jin shifted his soft gaze from Namjoon to you.

Your eyes met and it was like... well it was frighteningly similar to when you made eye contact with Namjoon, but yet so different. You felt this nagging need to love and protect this man with broad shoulders in front of you. 

You felt like you'd been staring at him for ages, but in reality it’d only been a few seconds. You coughed to try and rid your former thoughts, “I’m- uh, I’m Y/n,” you stuttered out.

“Hi, y/n, I’m Seokjin, but you can call me Jin,” Seokjin threw you a dazzling smile that you couldn’t help but return

You smiled thinking about that day. Namjoon later told you that he’d told Jin about you and that he thought you’d be a great addition to their duo. They weren’t looking for another partner, but as Namjoon got to know you, he thought you’d fit right in. And Seokjin thought the same thing. 

You had been with them since junior year. That was about three years ago. You graduated from uni and went back to home and packed up your things to move right back to South Korea, what you now call home.

You look up at the clock, it reads 6:48. It was twelve minutes until closing time. You cleaned up on the counter and went in the back to straighten up. 

You hung up your apron, grabbed your bag, felt your jean pocket to make sure your phone was there and headed out the door. You had your own cozy little apartment about five blocks from your shop, but your boyfriends preferred you stayed with them at the dorm. They say it’s cause they get lonely and miss you, you internally squeal every time they say that, God their too fucking good for this world.

You made your was to their dorm, which was a short walk of three blocks too the left of your shop. As you farther approached the dorm you fished out you keys from your bag, Jin and Joonie had gifted you a key to the dorm one Valentines Day, you cried your eyes out that day, but what could you say, your were so touched. 

The door swung open and you stepped in, setting your keys in the dish beside the front door.

The cold air nipped at your skin as you made your way to the thermostat on the far wall of the living room. You flipped the light on in the hallway as you made your way to Joonie’s and Jin’s room you dumped your bag in the swivel chair in the corner of the room. 

You went back through the living room to the kitchen to start dinner. No one was home, your boys and the other five residing at the studio for the next hour and a half, enough time for them to get back and for whoever wanted to shower to do so before dinner was ready.

The boys always said your food was special because it wasn’t their typical dinner, it was a bit of a mix up. You typically prepared dinner every Friday night, tonight you were making Chicago style deep dish pizza. 

You had tuned on some music as you cooked. You were in your cooking zone so you hadn’t heard the door open and close and seven sweaty bodies entered the dorm. 

“Woah,that smells really good!” Jimin exclaims as he entered the kitchen, Yoongi and Taehyung following close behind him. 

You almost jumped out of your skin, “Jesus fucking Christ- sorry,” you apologized for your particularly vulgar language 

You turn down the music as you turn around to greet the group of men that had pilled into the kitchen and dinning space.

“Yikes, sorry to give you a scare,” Taehyung flashed his boxy smile, letting you know they were in no way sorry. 

“Yeah whatever, dude,” you jokingly waved him off as you look at the timer on the oven to see how long the pizzas had left. 

“How’s my favorite girl?” Namjoon asks, finally entering the kitchen, his lanky arms enveloping you in a warm back hug, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Meh, pretty good, just makin’ pizza,” you turn your head to smile and wink at him.

“Smells good.”

“It’ll be ready in half an hour if anyone wants to take a shower before it’s done,” you announce to the other five in the room. You hear various murmurs and footsteps exiting the room leaving you and Namjoon alone.

“Where’s our dashing boyfriend?” you ask Joon.

“He's right here, princess, no need to worry,” Seokjin announces with a smile as he enters the kitchen.

Namjoon drops his arms from right under your chest to your waist so Jin can embrace you as well. 

“I missed you guys,”you mumble into Jin’s pink sweatshirt clad chest, gripping the cotton loosely in your fist.

 You subconsciously recognize they’re surrounding you leaving you with no escape, not that your complaining.

You felt Namjoon’s chest rumble as he chuckled and felt Jin smile into your hair, “We missed you too, baby girl.” You smile at his comment and bask in their warmth for the next couple minutes.

Jin helped you set the table, eight table places. Everyone loved the pizza, of course, you made it with love. Everyone finished the pizza, the table conversation consisting of how practice went and a crazy customer you encountered today. 

Yoongi and Jungkook helped you with the dishes. You washing, Yoongi drying and Jungkook putting away. **

“Thanks you guys,” you smiled at the two boys.

“No problem, Noona!” Jungkook chirped back, his cute bunny teeth appearing with the smile he flashed you.

“Ditto,” Yoongi muttered

Jungkook skipped out of the room to find his boyfriends, aka the rest of the maknae line. Yoongi sauntered off to find his personal human sunshine. 

You finished putting the leftovers in a Tupperware container and into the fridge.

You made your way to Namjoon and Jin’s room and heard soft music playing trough the door. You unnecessarily knock on the door, signaling your coming in. You open the door to find Jin straddling Namjoon, his hips grinding down slowly onto Joon’s bulge. 

“Oh, you started without me?”

Jin moaned and nuzzled his nose into Namjoon’s neck as he bucked his hips up into the older man’s grinding. Namjoon looked up at you from his spot on the bed. “Mhm,” he hummed in approval, “it’s never too late to join us though.”

Namjoon kissed the shell of Jin’s ear and whispered something you couldn't decipher. 

He looked up from the crook of Joonie’s neck and up at you. The smirk that appeared on his face and he rose from Namjoon’s lap to approach you drenched your panties. He slowly stalked towards you as Namjoon also rose from the bed.

Soon you were trapped between two long, warm bodies, steamy kissed being shared between the three of you. 

You were kissing Jin’s neck and he kissed Joon above you. Your shirt had been discarded along with your bra and skirt leaving you in just your pink panties and Namjoon and Seokjin fully clothed.

You whimper as Jin’s fingers dance over your clothed slit. He smirked as he expertly located your clit you whimpered louder and fisted his sweatshirt in your hand. 

The two men chuckled above you and you knew you were in for a long night

**Lmao when I was a kid my brothers and I used to call whoever put away the dishes the ‘putter-awayer’ lmaooooo 

Hope you like it, loves❤️ 

BTS reaction: he watches you do your make up

Prompt: BTS’s reaction to watching you do your make up

A/n: this is my first reaction pic thingy, I have never written for all the bts members, so, if it’s, like, bad thats why. ps, i really want to make an ot7 x reader, like I love all the ones I’ve read and there are not a lot and I just think they are all so cute (the few that exist). also this is hella self indulgent cause I wear so much effing make up and I just wanted to write this 

Warnings: swearing, maybe? unedited, its in the style of head cannons sorta

Masterlist

S e o k j i n

. aww this bby would be so amazed at your amazing craftsmanship 

. he would stare at you with so much love and awe in his eyes

. if your eyes met in the mirror he’d totally wink at you

. tbh he would try to come up with make up puns and/or jokes 

   . they would make you giggle

. he’d jokingly say smth like ‘put some on me babe’ then panic when you said okay lmao

Y o o n g i 

. I feel like he would be uninterested with the base shit, like primer, foundation, blush, bronzer/contour, etc, etc

. but then you started doin’ weird shit like a motherfuckin’ cut-crease with some kill-a-bitch-sharp eyeliner

. he was like, ‘woah, how you do that?’

. and you’d internally be like, aww my bby, and proceed to show him a step-by-step on your other eye

. he’s think it’s hella rad how your make up could go from a dark and sultry smoky eye to a pink and red cut crease

H o s e o k

. awwwwwwwww this boi would be so involved!! he would hype you up so much, it’s not even funny

. he would pick out the colors for your eyeshadow and ask hella questions on how to blend shit

. he’d ask, politely ofc, how you got into make up, and what your favorite part of your face is to do, etc, etc,

. he’d gaze at you in the mirror with the biggest fucking smile and hella heart eyes

. and when you’re done, he’d be like ‘wow, my baby is so talented’ in a joking tone, but like he meant hella business

N a m j o o n

. he’s not as interested and Hoseok, but still has hella heart eyes

. he also doesn’t, pay a lot of attention, I guess ??? idk how to put this

. he mostly is just looking at his phone, sorta uninterested, but not like in a bad way

. he’s just used to seeing you do your whole up-do and knows the order it goes in, just not the technical make up-y terms, ya know?

. he knows all abnout your make up and what you do, yet overtime he sees the final product, he’s always, with out fail, blown away, ya just so damn pretty

J i m i n

. ahhhhh, this mochi is so endeared by you!!!

. when you’re like blending out your foundation, he thinks its so funny, your like hitting yourself with your beauty blender 

. he also is really interested with the technical brush names and likes how you ‘know your way around your face’ 

. he lets you do his make up a lot, he really likes it when you touch his face when your putting moisturizer and primer on his face

. when you out make up on him, he enjoys the way the brushes feel on his face, also loved the way you look so concentrated when you do both your and his make up

T a e h y u n g

. this boy is so annoying while you are tryin’ to concentration 

. while you were doing your mascara, he’d like cup your elbow and push up your arm and mess up your whole eye look

. you would try to get mad, you honestly would, but he’d flash that boxy smile at you and giggle cutely and you’d have to smile and giggle back 

. he, like Hoseok, enjoys to pick out the colors for you eye make up and pretends to go blind when he sees your highlighter

. likes to preform commentary on what your doing and just completely getting everything wrong along the way

J u n g k o o k 

. this cutie is beaming at you once you ‘reveal’ your final product

. he loves to pick out your lipstick and attempt to put it on you 

. tbh, if he messes up the lipstick even in the slightest, he just goes, oops and smears it all the way down your chin 

. he thinks its so cool when you do your contour and you could completely change your facial structure and how blush bring color to your face

. he thinks its adorable how focused you are when blending or doing eye liner, tbhm he’s just in love with you 

bts reaction to you having short hair

@legeusell asked “Hi :) Can you write scenarios where bts has girlfriends with short hair? thanks 💜”

a/n: bro this is so long overdue it’s embarrassing, so sorry about the astoundingly long wait on your request. also I used to have short hair back in the day for most all of my early childhood until late middle school, but that was a long ass time ago, so if some stuff in here sounds weird or not relatable, that is why and I'm sorry. hope everyone enjoys regardless 

warnings: swearing, this is unedited so yikes don’t kill me pls, also some how Jungkook’s got like super long so yikes, sorry about that

s e o k j i n 

Jin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the best thing on planet earth.

His favorite thing is when you wake up and you have really bad bed head, he just points at your messy hair and laughs his ass off. Before he could say anything more, you make sure to turn the taunting right back at him, giggling at his own hair sticking up in a million different directions.

If your hair has a similar length to his, even if it isn’t anything remotely like his, he will try his damndest to style it to look like his. Has he been successful? no. Does that stop him from trying again another day? no.

“Jin, will you fucking stop? I would like to have hair when I’m thirty thank you.”

“Y/N, light of my life, the yin to my yang, I love you so much, but stop fucking moving. Don’t you want to look like the pinnacle of beauty, the aphrodite of all the human race, the-”

“I never said that, I said that I want hair when I’m thirty, but that seems unlikely due to the force you are pulling my hair at right now.”

“Well it sounds like your fault that you hair is no match for my sheer unbridled arm strength,” he replied, his hands leaving your hair to dramatically flex his muscles.

y o o n g i

This man would not care what length your hair was at, he is indifferent to things like that. Now that doesn’t mean he thinks you look adorable with your short locks.

Yoongi will never admit this to anyone because he fears it will make him look soft. (Don’t tell him, but everyone knows this man is soft all day everyday, but he refuses to accept his softness, so keep this on the down low).

His softness especially comes out when the two of you are laying on the couch late one night, just watching movies or dramas, and you drift off to sleep with your head in his lap. He makes sure you’re asleep and his hand creeps down to you short tuffs and lazy strokes his hand through you hair, lulling you further into sleep. He’ll smile down at your sleeping form and lightly scratch your scalp, his smile will only widen when you snuggle further into his lap.

Whenever you wear a cute headband or scarf or clip in your hair, he will just admire you and stare at you with the most loving gaze you’ve ever seen.

You blush and look down at your feet, “what are you staring at, you wierdo.”

His smile widens, “just the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

h o s e o k

He adores your short hair, he loves to play with it and he has no shame about it either, it’s like therapeutic to him.

If his day at the studio has been rough, whether it’s in the dance studio or inside Hope World, whenever he’s just feeling stressed, he looks forward to going home and relaxing with you. This relaxing involves the two of you laying in bed, your head on his chest and him stroking your hair, an activity that both calms and relaxes him immensely.

He also likes to tuck flowers behind you ear. This happens every time the two of you go out for a walk to get some fresh air. Every so often one of your dates on date night is to go for a long stroll in the park.

Hobi gets especially giddy for these walks in the sping time due to all the flowers blooming around you. He has such hard time deciphering which flower he wants to pick to place behind you ear. Does he want a flower to compliment your hair or your eyes? Does he want one that matches your outfit? The options are almost overwhelming. He just loves how cute you look with your hair tucked behind your ear and a flower placed along side it.

n a m j o o n 

Namjoon thinks your short hair is the coolest thing ever. He adores the way your short hair can make you look feminine but also, if styled correctly, make you look super punk rock.

He likes how your choice in having short hair not only makes you stand out but also challenges the status quo of long, feminine hair.

He loves when you style your locks to look fluffy and tousled, then pairing it with a cute sundress, making you look so pretty and soft. But then the next day you style your hair the exact same way, but this time you’re wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a band tee. He took one look at you and his knees went weak.

You know that phrase “the duality of man,” well that was exactly what Joon was thinking when he saw you. One day you look fluffy and soft and the next you look like you could stick it to the man, all with the cutest hair style on planet earth, at least in Namjoon’s humble opinion, which is not biased at all, why would you even assume such a thing.

j i m i n 

Jimin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the cutest thing ever. If you dye your hair a lot, he will one hundred percent beg you to dye your hair whatever color his hair was supporting. The idea of the two of you having matching hair sent him into a flurry of softness. Matching hair with the cutest girl in the world? yes please.

“Jagi, what color are you gonna dye your hair?” Jimin wonders as the both of you stroll though the hair dye aisles of the beauty supply store.

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet, I was thinking maybe blue or purple,” you respond. There were so many options, it was almost overwhelming. You were tired of your blue hair. Earlier in the year you had dyed it a dark blue, then a few months later you chopped off you hair to (your current hair style). Now it’s faded to a light blue and you were ready for a change of pase.

“Have you ever considered silver?” He pondered, placing and innocent facade on and looking at you with big doe eyes.

You smile and look over at your boyfriend, “but that’s your hair color.”

“Oh is it? I must have forgotten,” he smiles mischievously at you. “Now that you mention it, it would be pretty cute if you matched with me.”

You thought about it for a little bit, to hell to it, why not? It’s just hair, if you didn’t like it, you could grow it out and chop it off in a few months, or dye it another color.

“You know what? Fuck it, lets match.”

“Hell yeah! Oh I’m so excited, we’re gonna be so cute, baby!” He giggles, almost vibrating with excitement.

t a e h y u n g 

Taehyung loves you. He loves your cute short hair. He loves fashion.

Put all of these things together and you get playing dress up with Taehyung. He loved to pick out your outfits for you and styling your hair to compliment the outfit.

“Tae, you’ve already made me try on three outfits, can’t we do something else now?”

“Just one more, baby, please?” he pleaded, his big hopeful eyes contrasting the deep baritone of his voice.

You sigh in response and he takes it as a sign of reluctant compliance. You hear him rummaging around in the closet for a few moments before he emerges with a smile on his handsome face with the clothes he’s picked out hidden behind his back.

“Go change in the bathroom, I want there to be a big reveal for this one. I think this one is the best one yet.” He quickly shoves the clothes into your arms before spinning you around and walking you towards the bathroom so you could change.

The outfit he’s picked out for your is a dark red, almost maroon, turtleneck and tight black dress pants with vertical, thin white stripes on them. The turtleneck comes as no surprise, he loves the way your hair frames your face and you have to admit, this outfit looks stunning on you.

Once you emerge from the bathroom, Taehyung looks up from his phone where he is sat on the edge of the bed.

A boxy smile appears on his face as he speaks, “you look fucking stunning, my love.”

You had been contemplating cutting you hair for a while now, you just couldn’t decide how much you wanted to cut off nor could you decide on a style. You were also worried that you would regret cutting it off.

Last week you decided you would chop a good chunk of it off at cut it to about (hair length). And today was your appointment. Today was also the day that Jungkook would be coming home from bts’ world tour, he would be arriving later tonight.

Your nerves were heightened as you sat in the salon chair. Once the stylist was finished, she spun the chair around so you could face the mirror. You gasped as you saw your new hair in the mirror, you absolutely loved it! It suited you so well, you knew Jungkook was gonna flip.

/////

Later that night you were in the kitchen cleaning up some old dishes while you waited for Jungkook to come home.

You heard the sound of the front door swing open and immediately after Jungkook calls out in a sing-song voice, “Honey. I’m home!”

You turn away from the sink just in time to see him rushing into the kitchen before abruptly stopping several feet away from you. His mouth was agape slightly as he took in your new hairdo.

You blushed and looked away from his intense stare mutter out, “say something, please.”

His mouth closes quickly and he straightens up and rushes over to you cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head so the two of you made eye contact, a huge smile on his face. “You look so cute, baby girl! I love this new hair, you’re glowing! I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, but look at you now!”

As his little fangirl moment comes to an end, he wraps you up in a suffocating hug. You smile and giggle and you snuggle closer to his chest.

the ULTIMATE comfort fic. they gave off major IT COUPLE vibes even when they weren’t an actual couple, and I love it 🥵

Illicit Affairs — Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 26k (and for now unedited I am so sorry I have no words left LITERALLY)

Genre: smut, fluff, tiny tiny angst here and there; dating!AU, idol!AU

Rating: 18+

Hello baby alpacas! I am so sorry this is super late and I know, I know, 26k? I can’t explain myself, there aren’t words right enough for this. I’ve started to write this probably in August, and I kept having Joon and Vixen going a little bit everywhere, they kept defying my plot ideas and in the end I just said screw it, let them lead. Here it is. It’s probably the best result I could achieve, all considered. 

No. I don’t think I will EVER write something this long ever again. But okay, it was sort of fun. LOL. 

Quick plot: We’re diving waaaaaay back, all the way to Love Talk. After the date of Love Talk, Vixen has sort of gone AWOL on Namjoon and he starts growing impatient. Taehyung takes him to the grand opening of an exhibition curated by the young interior designer and art connoisseur who is currently redecorating his apartment. Yes, it’s Vixen. Completely obliterated by lust and jealousy, Namjoon invites her to his place after the exhibit. It signals the beginning of a very long, very hot weekend. 

TRIGGER WARNING: Cheeze. First of all, jealousy and frustration. Loads of those. Swearing, alcohol consumption. Masturbation (male and female receiving, mutual), voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected oral sex, protected penetration (Yes, you should use protection for oral sex. If another person’s semen/preejaculatory liquid/vaginal secretions are about to enter your body, you must be 1000% sure they do not have STIs). Namjoon is big and it’s not entirely a good thing (aka painful penetration) lube, condoms, spanking, thigh riding, gradually increasing daddiness and subsequently daddy kink, switch!Vixen, brat!Vixen, daddy!Namjoon but also slighlyyyyyyy subby!Namjoon, marking and hickeys, cum play and cum eating, predator/prey dynamics, pinning, hair grabbing and tugging (male receiving), a few positions (missionary, cowgirl, spoons). I hope I listed everything. [jk choking, male receiving and facefucking, male receiving] On more emotional terms, both Namjoon and Vixen need commitment, it’s their first time with each other and they’re emotional, there are mentions Namjoon’s exes, Vixen has a moment of panic/cold feet as she realises she’s catching the feels, but Joon is catching them too. Also, LET YOONGI SLEEP AND DO NOT BOTHER JIN

Quick, here is my masterlist

And here is a small music companion (it’s actually a Spotify playlist to honour the queen brat, Vixen)

Enjoy 💜✨

Seguir leyendo

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆. night short #3

tonight i present to you, namjoon and his thick cock.

a man as beefy as namjoon has a thick cock, and maybe he gets a little feral over the way it splits open your pussy. he loves missionary, solely because he can watch how stretched out you are with every back pull, unashamed with the filth that spills from his lips as he rocks back into you. perhaps even a little enamored by how creamy your pussy becomes, thick ring of white clinging to the base of his cock.

and maybe sometimes he gets a little carried away, pulling your legs off the bed, stomach con-caved slightly. perfect for him to see his cock through your tummy when he’s fully flushed inside of you.

it would turn into somewhat of a kink for him, watching as he pulls back, only to push in and that little bulge to show once more. his head would tip back, a low groan rumbling through his chest.

maybe the second time he notices it, he gets a little more bold. gentle as he splays his fingers over your stomach, feeling each time he pushes into you. thick cock sliding beneath his hand. his hips picking up their pace, and his desperation growing tenfold; that he pushes down on your tummy.

the both of you moaning in unison, because holy shit you can feel him inside your stomach. so deep, and so thick your legs start to quiver.

“one more time” he’d beg, even after the both of you come down from your high. anything to feel that pure euphoria once more. anything to see as he punches into your stomach, one more time to fully ingrain the imagine of him so visually deep inside your cunt.

and to be a slightly more filthy. maybe he curls his hand around the bulge of his cock in your tummy, squeezing ever so slightly, extremely gentle— as if he was jerking himself off, as your walls milk him.

baby fever⼂k.nj

summary: what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

parings: bf!namjoon x fem!reader

genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, namjoon is in love

wc: 1.7k

a/n: hi hi! wanted to quickly say i’m on vacation rn, hence the slow updates but! big things are coming soon ;) im so excited to share! for now, i hope u enjoy this short oneshot, im actually so very proud of it, i was giggling, kicking my feet while writing this </3

"according to statistics, the average individual devotes approximately half a year of their life patiently waiting for traffic lights to transition from red to green."

his statement elicited an amused laugh from you, bordering on a light-hearted scoff. you cast a sidelong glance at him, raising your eyebrows in playful skepticism. "well, that sounds like quite a creative excuse to evade obtaining a driver's license."

a soft chuckle escapes him, his hand playfully swaying yours in gentle synchronization as you stroll along the serene lakeside in the park. "it's true," he asserts, meeting your gaze with a mischievous grin, creating a brief moment of shared complicity before you both resume gazing ahead.

"and besides," he interjects, tilting his head slightly in a contemplative manner "opting for bicycling and walking is infinitely more enjoyable, not to mention immensely beneficial for the environment."

you shake your head in mild disbelief, unimpressed by his narrow-mindedness and his pretentious vocabulary. "well then, i suppose i shall retire from my role as your personal chauffeur—in fact," pausing for dramatic effect, you continue, "i'll go as far as relinquishing my license, selling my car, and indulging myself in that coveted prada bag i've long desired."

that prompted him to throw his head back in a burst of laughter, his eyes brimming with amusement as he glanced at you. "so dramatic," he remarked, gently lifting your interlocked hands and planting a tender kiss on the back of yours, releasing a soft breath of laughter through his nose.

a subtle tsk of annoyance escaped your lips, accompanied by a discreet roll of your eyes as your head turns away from him. you find it impossible to suppress the sly grin that stealthily spreads across your lips.

"you know," he begins, his words trembling with a hint of laughter that gradually subsides. his gaze shifts downwards, fixed upon his own feet, attempting to suppress a smile. "i find it incredibly attractive," he admits, a sly grin playing on his lips as he turns to face you once more, his posture slightly bowed, leaving you weak in the knees. "when you're behind the wheel," he clarifies, a gentle laugh escaping his lips as you avert your gaze, feeling a gentle blush warm your cheeks, however subtle it may be.

"oh, so am i exempt from the rules? can i single-handedly destroy the planet?" you playfully quip, a sly grin playing upon your lips as your gaze roams everywhere but his face.

he allows his eyes to linger on the side of your face for a heartbeat longer, before he subtly clears his throat and returns his focus forward. giving your hand a gentle squeeze, he finally responds, his voice carrying a touch of mischief, "yes," he pauses, a slow, confident grin spreading across his lips, "without a doubt."

laughter spills effortlessly from your lips, and you can't resist playfully nudging his shoulder with your own. the gentle collision causes him to stumble ever so slightly, his balance momentarily disrupted, but a massive grin radiates across his face, unable to be contained.

as your attention drifts away from the conversation, a delightful sight captures your eyes. "oh," you exclaim, unable to hide your enthusiasm. "look, ducks!" a grin lights up your face as you observe mothers and children congregating near the tranquil lake, joyfully feeding these charming creatures.

namjoon follows the direction of your gaze, and a gentle smile graces his lips. he steals a quick glance at you before returning his focus to the scene ahead. "would you like to go feed them?"

without a moment's hesitation, your response is immediate. like an exuberant child, you eagerly pull him along, almost breaking into a jog as you make your way towards the spot where the ducks are already being fed.

your hand slips away from his, and you gracefully lower yourself into a crouch near the edge of the serene lake. in perfect formation, ducks accompanied by their adorable ducklings gracefully glide through the water, forming enchanting lines. the sheer cuteness of the scene elicits a delightful flutter in your heart, filling you with pure joy.

namjoon positions himself behind you, his hands casually nestled in the pockets of his jeans. with tender admiration, he gazes down at you, a radiant smile gracing his features, exuding warmth and affection.

"i have no bread," you pout, or at least that's the conclusion he draws from the palpable disappointment lacing your voice.

“i can go get some; there's a bakery not too far—" his words are abruptly halted by an unfamiliar, yet endearingly tiny voice, capturing his attention. it doesn't take long for him to realize that the voice belongs to a little girl who has appeared nearby.

"would you like to share with me?" the little girl bravely approaches you, and your face instantly lights up with a radiant smile in response to her sweet offer. as she draws near, you realize she stands at the same height as you, since you were crouched down, appearing no older than four or five years old.

“oh," you exhale a soft, melodic laugh, your eyebrows lifting in surprise. "you are so incredibly kind," you remark with genuine warmth, tilting your head ever so slightly. her beaming smile grows even wider upon receiving your compliment, her innocent delight radiating in response.

as the distant calls of what appears to be her mother draw nearer, the three of you instinctively turn to face her.

“ava!" the mother pants as she finally catches up, coming to a stop. "didn't i tell you to stop bothering people?" her face adopts a pouting expression, a thinly veiled attempt to conceal her underlying irritation, her eyebrows slightly furrowing.

“but, mom," ava whines in such an adorably plaintive tone that it elicits a shared snicker between you and namjoon. "she doesn't have bread!" she huffs, her frustration evident, prompting the mother to heave a sigh of surrender.

“i'm truly sorry," the woman interjects, her eyes shifting between you and namjoon, offering apologetic smiles. "she's been going around handing bread to everyone she meets—"

“please, there's no need to worry," you assure her, your voice carrying a gentle tremor of laughter. your attention then shifts back to the little girl before you. "how about we feed them together?" you suggest, employing the softest, most endearing tone you can muster, aiming to ignite a sense of excitement in the young one. it proves successful as ava nods eagerly, brimming with anticipation.

with a carefree grace, she positions herself in front of you, leaning back casually against you. in response, you wrap an arm around her, your palm tenderly resting on her stomach. the scene proves to be utterly captivating, prompting namjoon to bite down on his lip in an effort to contain his smile—or perhaps even a squeal. either way, he finds the sight undeniably adorable, melting his heart in the process.

the mother approaches and stands next to namjoon, casting a smile in his direction before her gaze shifts to her daughter and you. her eyes brim with curiosity as she poses the question, "girlfriend? wife?"

although caught slightly off guard, namjoon responds with a warm smile, a sheepish laugh slipping past his lips. he looks down at you once again, his eyes sparkling with affection and adoration. almost dreamily, he confirms, "girlfriend." the woman chuckles softly, captivated by the enchanting connection between the two of you.

completely unaware, you wholeheartedly engage in feeding the ducks with ava. together, you toss pieces of bread onto the lake, captivating the ducks' attention. to your sheer joy, one of the ducks emerges from the water and gently takes bread from ava's hand, prompting her to squeal in pure delight. your laughter harmonizes with hers, forming a symphony of happiness and carefree bliss.

namjoon's heart leaps, skips, and dances within his chest, each beat amplified in intensity. the way you engage with ava, emanating an innate gentleness and kindness, strikes a chord deep within him. it's a tender scene that tugs at his heartstrings, leaving him captivated by the beauty of your nurturing nature.

lost in his captivated state, namjoon remains oblivious to the fact that you have risen to your feet, gracefully making your way towards him. only when ava runs back to her mother's embrace does he snap out of his reverie, his gaze shifting to you as you approach him with a gentle grace.

you come to stand beside him, and almost instinctively, his arm drapes over your shoulders, drawing you close as you face the mother and daughter together.

“now, say thank you,” the mother playfully prompts ava, gently swaying her in her arms. her smile extends towards you, and in a shy, sweet whisper, ava utters her gratitude, causing your heart to soar with joy.

“thank you," you reply, placing emphasis on the word 'you.' "without you, i wouldn't have been able to feed the ducks." your smile radiates with warmth and tenderness as you gaze at the little girl, a soft giggle escaping your lips, filled with genuine appreciation and delight.

engaging in heartfelt conversation, you share a few more words with the mother, building a connection even in the brief encounter. the exchange concludes with beaming smiles that radiate warmth and gratitude, as you bid each other farewell, the memory of the delightful interaction lingering in your hearts.

as you observe them walking away, namjoon's gaze shifts towards you, a sly smile gracing his lips. his hand tenderly caresses your shoulder, moving up and down in a soothing gesture as he speaks. "you would make an exceptional mother,"

the tone of his voice catches your attention, drawing your gaze to meet his. as you lock eyes, you notice the way he slightly purses his lips, a subtle but unmistakable sign that he's trying to contain a smile. with a knowing glance, you quickly catch on.

“absolutely not.”

“wait—” he bursts into laughter as you shake his arm off your shoulders and begin walking away. however, he swiftly follows suit, reaching from behind to wrap his arms around you, creating an endearing obstacle that makes it more challenging for both of you to walk

“you're absolutely insane," you playfully groan as he showers your neck, shoulder, and cheek with gentle kisses. he nuzzles into your hair, emitting a soft giggle that resonates with warmth and affection.

"one child won't hurt," he whispers softly, his words carrying a hint of mischief. you start to wiggle in an attempt to break free from his embrace, but he only tightens his grip around you, refusing to let you escape his affectionate hold.

BTS as Greek Deities

@forksofwisdom​ ‘s own Twilight Characters Cast as Greek Deities - pictures + explanations gave me the idea for this one. As she wrote, I am only doing personalities on this one.

I had trouble with most of them, as they have vast personalities, however, Namjoon fit more into the Zeus/Athena archetype, so I chose Zeus instead. He was able to outsmart his own father in order to get his siblings out of his stomach so they can win the war against the Titans. And just like Zeus, Namjoon is a natural-born leader, with (what the members told us in older interviews) a taste for. . . sexual things. 

With Jin, I was having trouble between Hestia and Hera but chose Hestia as his character. Hestia was the goddess of the hearth and family, while Hera was the goddess of marriage. Seokjin is declared as the ‘mother’ of BTS by Armys alike, so, instead of making him the goddess of marriage, I made him the goddess of family.

Yoongi was the one I had the most trouble with. He has such a unique personality that is sometimes hard to capture into words. So, I based his off things the members said. They have said that he is the one to fix the things Namjoon breaks, and it fits perfectly into Hephaestus, the god of blacksmiths. However, Yoongi does not have Hephaestus’ deformed outer appearance mentioned in the myths.

All of the members have a touch of Apollo in them, but Hoseok embodies the sun the most. Apollo is depicted as an almost happy-go-lucky person in pop culture (looking at you, Rick Riordan), which fits into Hoseok’s personality. Have you seen the English translated versions of his songs? Poetry.

Jimin, on stage, has an almost sexual appearance, depending on the outfit he wears. Eros is also the god of love, and Jimin has a lot of love to give around. I mean this boy always wants a hug from his friends. (Have you seen the video of him running up to Namjoon, arms raised, going “Namjoon!” He’s Namjoon’s baby). 

Taehyung is beauty, he is (somewhat) grace, he is the nation’s baby boy. He wears Gucci, he is said to be the babiest baby of the group, and he can still switch it up, going from tiny baby™ to Dom™ onstage in almost a second. This boy is nothing but beauty, and you can’t tell me otherwise. 

Jungkook is the Energizer bunny on CRACK and you can’t tell me otherwise, okay? This boy loves to workout from what we can tell, and even Yoongi declined to arm wrestle him. Jungkook is the embodiment of Hermes, who was told he should be the messenger of the gods because he ran the fastest. Not only is Hermes the messenger of the gods, but he is also the god of trickery and sports, two of which are Jungkook’s favorite things (most of the time he watches as tricks happen, and sometimes he doesn’t know the trick is on him).

[7:02pm] | Namjoon x blk fem reader.

“Namjoon made falling In love easy.” You thought as you watched your boyfriend carefully pick up a crab. He runs over to you smiling, just to show you how cute this little crab was.

There's an innocence to the things he says and does, but he also reminds you that he's a flawed human too and you like that.

Namjoon never tried to be a perfect boyfriend, but he did. He showed you a love that felt like all the love songs you would listen to back in middle school before you even fully grasped the concept of what it means to love someone romantically.

All the love songs you listen to now contain fragments of him. You always thought if you two ever broke up, you could never listen to those songs the same way again or even listen to them at all after him.

You watched Namjoon run down the beach with his arms out as he yelled, scaring the seagulls. The birds squawking pierced the evening sky as they took off flying. You sink your toes in the warm, gritty brown sand.

You think back to the promise you made your mama before you left home for Uni. “I promise I'll only focus on my studies and nothing else.”

But months later, on a rainy Sunday morning, you sent your mama a text saying: “Forgive me, mama. But there's this guy and I really like him a lot.”

A smile grew across your face hearing Namjoon call your name as he ran up to you. He found some pretty seashells he wanted to show you.

He grabbed your hand, laughing pulling you along with him. There's magic in his laughter that makes you believe in love again.

More Hearts Than Mine | Namjoon x Blk Fem reader.

Summary: Your heart wasn't the only one he broke.

A/N: The song lyrics will be written into the ff. Wrote this on a whim because I really love this song and couldn't help but think of Namjoon for this. Sorry for any mistakes.

BEFORE: “I can't wait to show you where I grew up.” You tell Namjoon one night. This will be his first time meeting your family, and seeing where you grew up that made you into the woman you are today. You were going to show him your favorite places and take him to all the best spots. You'll walk Namjoon around the foothills of your town. After hearing you talking about your hometown for six months now; It's like Namjoon has been there before. Walked the asphalt streets, tasted the local foods, and saw the landmarks. He wanted a real feel of it, though. He'll fall in love with your hometown and your family like he has with you.

It's the morning of your trip to your hometown. You and Namjoon are packing.

“We'll probably have to sleep in separate bedrooms.” You tell him as you move around him to get to your suitcase. He doesn't mind the separate bedrooms. You have told him the kind of people your parents are and he respects that. He'd asked you question about your mama, then your dad, and then your little sister.

“You think they'll like me?” Namjoon asks.

“Yes. I told them so much about you and they can't wait to meet the guy who has taken good care of my heart.” You smiled at Namjoon. You would spend all night on the phone with your little sister telling her how great of a guy Namjoon was until your mama told her it's time for her to get to bed.

You look over the clothes that Namjoon has in his suitcase. “Pack a shirt for church because we'll go.”

He has a nice black button-down that he packs. You sit on the bed next to Namjoon's suitcase. Bringing home someone new was nerve-wracking. You rub the palm of your hands on your blue jeans.

“Uh, Listen.” You said. “I'm not trying to scare you off, but I thought we should talk a few things out. Before we hit the road.”

Namjoon moves his suitcase over on the bed and sits next to you. His pinky finger resting on top of yours. His way of saying I won't be scared off.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you talk to him.

First, you warned him about how quickly your mama falls in love a little faster than you do. She would immediately pull Namjoon into a warm welcoming hug that'll make him feel like he was home. She'll make him a big home-cooked meal with her favorite recipes that's been passed down from generation to generation.

Then you warned him about your dad. How he would check the tires on Namjoon's car and make sure the engine sounds good. You told Namjoon your dad will pour him whiskey over ice and want to hear his views about the current events of the world. Then he'll take Namjoon fishing and pretend that he doesn't like him.

Of course, you told Namjoon that if he ever broke up with you, he wouldn't be just breaking your heart but theirs too.

Then there was your little sister you really had to warn him about. How she would ask him a million questions, say anything she can to turn him red. She'll ask if he's going to marry you while she paints his nails fuchsia pink.

Then you warned him about your high school friends. They'll buy him drinks and fill him in on the crazy nights you can't outlive. And how they'll get him to play truth or dare to initiate him into the friend group.

AFTER: It was only two months later when you showed up back in your hometown, standing on the steps of your childhood home without Namjoon this time. When your mama opened the front door, the first thing you did was hug her and breakdown in her arms. She knew without you even telling her. Your mama felt every heartache you've ever been through. So she understands when mangle sobs push their way up your throat into the warm air of the house. Namjoon had been the one. So you thought. There were forevers and forevers in his words, yet forever meant nothing to him.

Then there was your dad who hated seeing his little girl all broken up over some guy. He'll pour you whiskey over ice and He'll tell a lie and say Namjoon ever really liked you. But your dad could see how that boy looked at you like you were the stars shining in his world. Of course, your dad couldn't hate him, and neither could your mama.

Then there was your little sister who curled into your side, wiping your tears. While saying something like: “He really did love you, Y/n. But you know, love can scare people away sometimes, especially when they never experience true love, so they run because it feels like a lie, like all the other love they had before. Maybe that's Namjoon's reason.”

He broke their hearts more than yours.

Tonight We're Dancing | idol Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader

summary: All I wanna do is stare into your eyes all night long.

Established relationship. Married. Mention of kids.

Genre: Fluff. Drabble.

A/n: first fic for the new year. Took all of December off from writing on Tumblr, but I'M BACK. This fic is based on a song named: Tonight We're Dancing by Chris Young. And Sorry for any mistakes.

The lights are turned down low, and time is lost between shared smiles and glasses of red wine.

Barefoot in the kitchen on hardwood floors, Namjoon is spinning you along to a Lana Del Rey song. Your head dips back in drunk laughter like you swallowed the sun, and he looks at you like he's fallen in love with you for the very first time. And when it's just him and you alone, all he does is want to stare into your eyes all night long.

He pulls you in. Heart-to-heart and Hand-to-hand you and Namjoon dance from one end of the kitchen to the other end, stepping over toys the kids left lying around.

Namjoon steals kisses from you. Then steals a few more. He doesn't remember how long it's been since you two had alone time like this. Between work and the kids, you and he were pretty busy.

So tonight is all about you and him, even if it is just dancing in circles and drinking until you and him are a laughing mess.

“You look so good in love,” Namjoon whispered as he leaned in, kissing your lips with a slow, long, drawn-out kiss.

He's savoring every second of you—it'll be a while before you and he has time like this again.

Namjoon hands move to your waist, softly squeezing and pulling you more into him.

You give yourself away to him, melting against his body. You taste the semi-sweet red wine on his warm soft lips. His kiss sent your head spiraling and your stomach swirling with butterflies.

When he goes to pull away, you can't help but grab him by his shirt, tugging him back down to you for another kiss. You're needy and greedy, even. Namjoon knew if you kept kissing him the way you did, he would end up taking you to the bedroom.

Reading over some of my fanfics and like wow this one was actually good lol.

More Hearts Than Mine | Namjoon x Blk Fem reader.

Summary: Your heart wasn't the only one he broke.

A/N: The song lyrics will be written into the ff. Wrote this on a whim because I really love this song and couldn't help but think of Namjoon for this. Sorry for any mistakes.

BEFORE: “I can't wait to show you where I grew up.” You tell Namjoon one night. This will be his first time meeting your family, and seeing where you grew up that made you into the woman you are today. You were going to show him your favorite places and take him to all the best spots. You'll walk Namjoon around the foothills of your town. After hearing you talking about your hometown for six months now; It's like Namjoon has been there before. Walked the asphalt streets, tasted the local foods, and saw the landmarks. He wanted a real feel of it, though. He'll fall in love with your hometown and your family like he has with you.

It's the morning of your trip to your hometown. You and Namjoon are packing.

“We'll probably have to sleep in separate bedrooms.” You tell him as you move around him to get to your suitcase. He doesn't mind the separate bedrooms. You have told him the kind of people your parents are and he respects that. He'd asked you question about your mama, then your dad, and then your little sister.

“You think they'll like me?” Namjoon asks.

“Yes. I told them so much about you and they can't wait to meet the guy who has taken good care of my heart.” You smiled at Namjoon. You would spend all night on the phone with your little sister telling her how great of a guy Namjoon was until your mama told her it's time for her to get to bed.

You look over the clothes that Namjoon has in his suitcase. “Pack a shirt for church because we'll go.”

He has a nice black button-down that he packs. You sit on the bed next to Namjoon's suitcase. Bringing home someone new was nerve-wracking. You rub the palm of your hands on your blue jeans.

“Uh, Listen.” You said. “I'm not trying to scare you off, but I thought we should talk a few things out. Before we hit the road.”

Namjoon moves his suitcase over on the bed and sits next to you. His pinky finger resting on top of yours. His way of saying I won't be scared off.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you talk to him.

First, you warned him about how quickly your mama falls in love a little faster than you do. She would immediately pull Namjoon into a warm welcoming hug that'll make him feel like he was home. She'll make him a big home-cooked meal with her favorite recipes that's been passed down from generation to generation.

Then you warned him about your dad. How he would check the tires on Namjoon's car and make sure the engine sounds good. You told Namjoon your dad will pour him whiskey over ice and want to hear his views about the current events of the world. Then he'll take Namjoon fishing and pretend that he doesn't like him.

Of course, you told Namjoon that if he ever broke up with you, he wouldn't be just breaking your heart but theirs too.

Then there was your little sister you really had to warn him about. How she would ask him a million questions, say anything she can to turn him red. She'll ask if he's going to marry you while she paints his nails fuchsia pink.

Then you warned him about your high school friends. They'll buy him drinks and fill him in on the crazy nights you can't outlive. And how they'll get him to play truth or dare to initiate him into the friend group.

AFTER: It was only two months later when you showed up back in your hometown, standing on the steps of your childhood home without Namjoon this time. When your mama opened the front door, the first thing you did was hug her and breakdown in her arms. She knew without you even telling her. Your mama felt every heartache you've ever been through. So she understands when mangle sobs push their way up your throat into the warm air of the house. Namjoon had been the one. So you thought. There were forevers and forevers in his words, yet forever meant nothing to him.

Then there was your dad who hated seeing his little girl all broken up over some guy. He'll pour you whiskey over ice and He'll tell a lie and say Namjoon never really liked you. But your dad could see how that boy looked at you like you were the stars shining in his sky. Of course, your dad couldn't hate him, and neither could your mama.

Then there was your little sister who curled into your side, wiping your tears. While saying something like: “He really did love you, Y/n. But you know, love can scare people away sometimes, especially when they never experience true love, so they run because it feels like a lie, like all the other love they had before. Maybe that's Namjoon's reason.”

He broke their hearts more than yours.