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Encore | KNJ

Encore | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 2.7k

Genre: smut, fluff, idol!AU, established relationship.

Rating: 18+ (very, please)

Synopsis: I was thirsting after SoWooJoo(n), and so I wrote this. Barely any plot. Love all of you, stay safe

Trigger Warnings: Daddy kink/DDLG dynamics, swearing, slight lingerie fetish, oral sex (female receiving), face fucking and hair pulling (female giving), cumplay/cum eating, some adventurous position for good ol’ naughty time, a small bit of impregnation kink, if you like,,,, squint.

Thanking @nervous-moon for encouraging my dirty mind, and @joheunsaram and the super duper @xiaokoo for betareading. The title is all thanks to Mars 🥰

Here is my masterlist, now enjoy 💜✨

You waited by the doorway, pacing back and forth, leaning against the wall, waiting some more. It was stressful.

It was almost as if you could feel the whole city vibrating with excitement, the whole world salivating, pining, for someone who would be coming through that door in a few minutes.

It felt undeniable, like there was no way you’d let the whole world think about it without you acting upon it.

You were living what every single fan of his dreamt to do. And when he came through the door, it was an attack, out of the blue, your whole body thrown at him while he dropped the bag on the floor, both his hands grabbing the back of your thighs as he let you assault his lips.

“Hi, babygirl,” he murmured, grinning as you went for his throat, covering it in kisses, almost biting in before he stopped you. “Concert tomorrow, no marking.”

You growled and dipped your hands into his hair as he pushed your back to the wall, fixing his grip on your ass and squeezing it. “You’re my husband.”

“Yes, I am. Still, I don’t want people staring at your marks on me.” He removed his slip-ons, carrying you to the living-room. “Bed?”

You nodded. “Bed.”

He almost ran there, his steps quick and wide, throwing you on the bed unceremoniously. “I believe I’ve earned my prize.”

You arched your eyebrows, staring at him as he found the tie to your robe, grabbing your hands and twining your fingers together, his wedding band shone in the semi-dark room. It pleased you immensely.

He caught the tie with his teeth, tugging at it and nosing at the lapels of your robe, finding a new set of lingerie underneath.

“Covered in flowers.”

“Just the way you like me,” you murmured back, letting him trace with his tongue the pattern of the lace, where the flesh of your breasts met the frilly fabric.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he breathed out, moving the mesh aside and sucking a mark onto your mound.

“It’s so unfair that you can mark me whenever you want,” you complained, trying to bring him closer to you, hoping he would let you climb on top.

He hummed in reply as he kept kissing down your body, finding the tattoo he loved so much and staying there for a while, leaving tender kisses around the soft, inked skin. He stared into your eyes as he did so, eyelids heavy with lust. “I didn’t say you can’t mark me in places that won’t be seen.”

You rolled your eyes. “As if people backstage aren’t going to see you in only your underwear.”

He squeezed your hands. “Exactly.” He kept kissing his way down, reaching the low waist of your panties. “There are still interesting bits you could claim.” Your slight frown had him giggling, his hot breath fanning over your belly and thighs, between your legs as you opened them for him. “It won’t change the fact that I’m yours till death do us part.”

“Worst idea ever,” you teased, acting indifferent, his hands leaving yours to get rid of all the unnecessary clothing — namely panties and robe. And as soon as he turned you around to undo the clasp of your bra, a rough spank landed on your ass.

“Already regretting marrying me? I thought we could last at least a couple more months.” He spanked you again, knowing he was allowed to. “I thought keeping your appetites sated, coming home at a decent hour, keeping my wedding ring on at all times would keep you good.” He threw in another hit for good measure, enjoying how the redness was already marring your skin.

“Maybe you should give me a reminder,” you mused as you helped him remove your arms from the straps of the bra, turning around quickly and rising to your knees, pushing his tank top up while he shoved his shorts and underwear down. He was naked and on top of you in record time, his large frame swallowed you, his body so big there was nothing you could see except for him.

“If with ‘reminder’ you mean my tongue between your legs, then yes, that’s exactly what you’re getting. Now tell me, do you want to ride my face or are you gonna be daddy’s cute pillow princess?”

You smirked and looked away, Namjoon grinning as he started making his way down, leaving another dark splodge on the tattoo at your hip. “Such a lazy little fox.” His tongue zeroed in on your clit. “You’re so lucky daddy’s got you.”

You nodded and giggled, humming as you felt his fingers linger at your entrance. “Gotta warm you up,”

“I’m smoking hot, come on,” you joked back, wiggling your hips against his face.

“We’re feeling sassy today, uh?” He smirked and slipped two fingers inside, crooking them and beginning to stretch you. “I like that.”

“Does it turn you on?” you asked while he stretched his tongue out, your hips arching up to meet his mouth.

He rolled your clit underneath his thumb as he answered. “Immensely.” With his free hand, he placed your foot on his shoulder, bringing the other one too on the flat of his shoulder blade, feeling your soft thighs against his face. He would be happy to die there.

You hissed as you felt his slight stubble scratch the inner side of your leg, the short hair of his undercut teasing the sensitive skin, your hands flying down to comb his head back. “Everyone out there must be selling their souls in hope they could be in my shoes.”

“Too bad you’re the only little fox made for me,” he replied before once more teasing your clit with his tongue, bringing you straight to the edge with the sucking motion of his cheeks and the hard flexing of his tongue. And then he let go of your tight bundle of nerves, adding one more finger inside you and making you cry out in frustration. “I could eat you out for hours, Vixen.”

“Yes, but I need an orgasm and I need it now so hurry the fuck up,” you replied gripping his hair and pushing his head down just as you grinded your hips up. “Please,” you said, trying to persuade him.

He chuckled and gave you exactly what you needed. He prided himself on pleasing you effectively and frequently enough that you never had to ask for anything. And he did not disappoint — quite the opposite. He knew edging you was a fool’s errand, your will too strong to be toyed with, your patient way way thinner than his. It was even more pointless considering that no matter how long he kept you waiting, once you were there, on the edge, it simply took you the right crook of his fingers and a couple seconds of stimulation to have you tumbling down into your pleasure.

And watching you orgasm was way more pleasing than getting you grumpy and sobbing for him. He by far preferred overstimulating you. Which he did, following the several stages that lead to your demise.

First, you threw your hands to the bed, gripping the sheets. Dissatisfied, you put them back on top of his head, gripping his hair and pulling at it, trying to detach him from your oversensitive cunt — of course, in vain.

Finally, your thighs clamped together, one leg hooked around his head as you rode his face, his fingers exiting your wet heat before both his arms wrapped around your hips and belly, anticipating his next move. He rolled onto his back, your pussy right on top of his face while you kept grinding onto him, claiming him in that way he loved so much, his growl so deep as he felt you cum another time, your cries muffled into the pillow before his fingers moved back inside, teasing that spot that always made you call his name in tiny whimpers, babbling, syllables stumbling out of your mouth confusedly. You rose to your elbows, slowly getting to your knees and leaning back with your hands onto his pecs, riding him thoroughly, his eyes appearing between your thighs as he stared up, at your breasts bouncing, at the arch of your torso and the small glimpses of your neck. And then you fell forward again, panting disastrously, gasping like you hadn’t breathed in minutes — which, maybe, was true.

Namjoon let go of you slowly, pushing you onto your back and climbing up to see your happy and spent expression. With his middle finger, he drew the seam of your lips, licking it before you lashed your tongue out and led him into a mindblowing kiss.

“I love you so much, Vixen, baby,” he murmured, as if he had been the one leaving his body out of pleasure.

You nodded, feeling his wet fingers tracing patterns on your chest before he chased them with his mouth, leaving them with heavy, wet licks. “Love you too.”

He stretched, grabbing his shirt and wiping his face before he cleaned his fingers. What he didn’t expect was for you to straddle his hips while he was sitting against the headboard, waiting for you to feel ready for more. It was too soon, and still it was perfect, your hand searching for his cock, placing the head snug against your entrance. “Love you so much,” you murmured, lowering yourself. “Love your mind, your face, your stupidly large body.” You hummed close to his neck, feeling his incredibly beefy arms swallow you. He squeezed your ass as you got to the last two inches, knowing already that there was no way you could attend to the last one. “I love your perfectly fucking good cock.”

He chuckled, humming at the way you squeezed him, forcing his head to lean back, your eyes studying his face before you brushed his hair back, feeling the shaved sides of his head with your palms. “I love it so insanely much,” you confessed, as if it were the first time, kissing the constellations of moles on his face.

“The feeling is wildly reciprocated,” he murmured, ever the polished talker, even when he spoke the raunchiest words.

“Wanna ride you,” you said, your breathing ragged. “Wanna ride you so bad.”

“Daddy’s pillow princess wants to ride him?” he asked with a chuckle, helping you with his hands on your ass. “You sure you don’t want daddy to take care of you.”

You shook your head. “You tend to forget that time I dommed you, right in this room, right in this position.”

“Now, babylove, you tend to forget I flipped the tables and fucked you into the mattress,” he argued back with a snicker.

With one hand you tugged at his proud mane, forcing him to stretch his neck before your other hand landed there, studying the veins at his throat. “Now, will you shut up?”

He was tempted to push you further, get you riled up enough to fuck him thoroughly, driving him out of his mind, but from the way you started bouncing on his cock, he knew he didn’t need to, throwing his head back and enjoying the ride, looking at your face as your nose scrunched up and your eyes shut tight, your brow creasing. “Give it all to me,” he murmured, “Give it up for daddy.”

You nodded and bit your lip, your hand leaving his throat and sliding down his chest slowly, your mouth open as you laid your head against his neck. “Please…”

“Yes, Vixen. I’m waiting for you, babe. Cum for daddy,” he growled right before he slowed down his fingers and held you still, focusing on the perfect angle to touch your clit and making you squeeze your kegels around him, your orgams rushing though you so quickly that Namjoon clench his teeth not to cum right in that moment. As soon as you started slapping at his hand between your legs, he knew he could move. “Need you to turn around, babyfox, with your back to my chest.”

You nodded and did as he told you, sliding off him and leaning with your hands on his knees. He stopped you immediately. “Arms around my neck,” he ordered, watching as you leaned back and did as you were told. “That’s daddy’s good girl. Look how good your tits look like this,” he teased, his hands, toying with your nipples, feeling your curves. “Now I want inside, babyfox. Will you give me that?”

You nodded and kissed his jaw, whining as you tried to reach his lips. He offered them to you while his hands fixed your left foot on his thigh, knee pressed to your chest.

You mirrored that with your other leg, Namjoon’s hands wrapping around your waist as he lifted your ass and pushed his cock into your tight, dripping cunt. “So good…” he growled as he felt how much tighter you felt, the embrace of your velvety walls making him shove your hips down on him. “Hard and fast, babygirl?”

You grinned and nodded, toying with his mullet as you looked at him adoringly.

He stared right back, kissing your nose. “Love you.”

“Love you,” you replied before all breath was stolen from your lungs.

It lasted maybe a minute, but it didn’t matter, the only thing that did matter instead, was Namjoon, moaning like he’d just tasted his favourite meal, like he’d found heaven in you and was ready to believe in God, in life after death, in all things glorious and perfect.

He used you like his toy and you didn’t care, you couldn’t even feel the pain of him pushing into you, your legs helping him with leverage.

“Gonna cum,” he groaned, his chest like a savage beast behind your back, his mouth open as he breathed out and roared in pleasure.

“I want it. I wanna feel it inside me, please,” you gasped as you felt his rhythm stumble. “I deserve it!”

“You do,” he breathed out.

“Wanna give you so many babies,” you whispered to him, using that little weakness of his to get under his skin. “Want you to fill me up, make my belly huge, my breasts heavy,” you teased him, your hands still toying with his hair. “Don’t you want to give me babies, Joonie?”

He nodded and finally let go, hips pushing up from below as his arms got still, touching your lower tummy, where he could feel the imprint of his own cock, up to your breasts, where he could feel your heart beating underneath his palm, your breathing irregular.

“For fuck’s sake. I love you so much. So damn much.” He laughed as he held you to him, still inside you. “You’re the sexiest thing I could ever dream of,” he said, kissing your face, caressing your cheek as you stared at him, entirely mesmerised. “I love you too, hubby,” you purred back, making him smile so brightly you could feel it with your eyes closed. “But I want your hair back to pink,” you told him, squinting at the bright yellow.

“Gotcha. You love the long mane though,” he teased you, tickling your sides before you nodded enthusiastically.

“It’s perfect,” you replied dreamily.

Namjoon nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind, love. Now, let’s get in the shower, I want to cuddle you to sleep.”

You nodded and beamed at him placing your knees on the mattress and bending forward, ass up in the air as his cum dribbled down your labia and wet your thigh. “No round two?” you teased, pouting as you looked back at him.

He smacked your ass. “No, naughty girl. Shower now and daddy might make you cum on his fingers later.”

You climbed off the bed and made your way to the joined bathroom.

“Coming?” you called, waiting on him with the slightest hesitation.

For a second he just stared at your naked body, already dreaming of the slightest curve on your lower tummy. “Sure.”

Edging 101

Meeting the Squad | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (nicknamed Candy), feat. BTS and their gfs

Wordcount: 4.8k

Genre: crack, fluff, angst

Rating: 18+

So, @scooby-galleta sent me this request a bit ago, and now, here it is!

hi miss Dita! hope you are doing great :) congratulations on reaching your first milestone!🎉 you are a really talented lady, and you deserve the world ❤️ now, I don’t really know how the commissions and prompts works, so bare with me ok? 😅 OK, so you said to ask for something we would like to read, and you know how in jk’s steamy waters it’s mentioned the night he introduced candy to the guys? well, I really want to know more about that moment, like how was it, their thoughts and feelings during the meeting, all of that you know? and was it just the guys or the girls were there too? sorry if it’s a little weird 😬 blame it on my love for your characters, and honestly? I live for the interactions they have with each other :) also, sorry for doing this through a submission, it got super long 😳 have a nice day/night! 💖

Trigger warnings: allusive jokes and comments, alcohol consumption, angst in form of TWO BIG LARGE FOOLS (one of them is actually not that large) REFUSING TO SAY THEY’RE HEAD OVER HEELS FOR EACH OTHER WITH ONE OF THEM BEING A VERY VERY STUPID DUMBASS KEEPING SECRETS. The maknae line is a flock of manaces and there’s another pair of fools who is actually trying to deal with their issues. Guess who’s who. TaexLace are intimidating and YoongixKitten are parental. The Soulmates are two gossips. NamjoonxVixen are full-time honeymooning (tho they aren’t actually on their honeymoon).

almost forgot! This was beta read by my 2 favourite people, @nervous-moon and @joheunsaram. I love you, my bby 💜💜💜💖💖💖

here’s my masterlist! enjoy ✨💜

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