#rm fluff

[kyph3r]

NEW WORKOUT PLAN

trainer!namjoon x fem!reader

in which... your new trainer is hot, you're horny, and it's past closing hours

warnings: pwp, smut, use of the word "slutty", this is rlly short so be ready for a fast pace, im imagining a chubbier reader but the fic is for everyone !!!

an: just a little drabble, i was listening to the college dropout and the new work out plan played, it inspired me ;)

when your trainer walks in, you swear the world stops for a second

you just joined a new gym, it's marketing said it was rigorous and had the top trainers in the country working to get people in shape. so when a 6'2, bulky, handsome man walks into your assigned training room and says he'll be helping you work out for the next few months with the sweetest smile on his face, should you really be as surprised and horny as you are?

your first day is extremely embarrassing, you swear the universe cursed you to be the most unflexable person on earth. but your trainer, namjoon, says it's all right with a small smile and proceeds to lay you out on the ground and help you stretch. his big arms grab your thighs and pull them back until your knees hit your chest and fuck, you pray to the highest power that you aren't leaking through your tight little leggings.

"you are so tense, is everything alright?" he asks with a concerned look on his face. the hands on your thighs go higher and start gently massaging your calves as an attempt to get you to relax. it does quite the opposite. you can't tell if he's teasing you on purpose or if he is just that oblivious.

"n-no i'm fine namjoon.. i just don't stretch a lot, that's all!" you say with a tremble in your voice, trying to hold back a pleasured moan from the way he's touching you. he lets out a noise of understanding and starts bending you more.

"if that's the case then we should probably spend a lot of time stretching in our first few sessions," he looks down at you and smiles, "i don't want you to accidentally hurt yourself because you haven't stretched." the look on your face after he said that must have been very amusing, because he had to lower his head to let out a chuckle.

namjoon is an excellent trainer. he insists on doing the workouts alongside you "to make it fair" but it honestly just makes things a lot worse. by the end of the workout his voice is breathier, there's a shine of sweat all over him, and the image of a big man dripping sweat and saying your name alongside praises of "keep it up, you're doing so well" leaves you in more of a debauched state than you should be in after a work out.

by the end of the first month you're sore and very sexually frustrated. you've been trying to seduce him in any way possible, wearing the tightest work out gear you own, blinking up at him with eyes that scream "please fuck me!" any time that you can, you really give props to namjoon for being so respectful and proper during your sessions. but every once in a while his polite persona will break and he'll look at you like he wants to devour you right in there in the training room. but it will quickly go back to normal, leaving you a horny mess.

the closest you think you came to him fucking you was the yoga day, you purposely wore shorts that made your ass look amazing. he told you to do the downward dog position and you swear you heard a quiet "fuck" coming from him behind you, quickly covered with a cough. by the end of the session a blush was set high on his cheekbones and the hands around your waist positioned to check your form were gripping firmer.

by the middle of your second month, he finally breaks.

"do you know how much of a tease you've been, huh?" he questions while giving a slap to your ass. he has you pressed against the wall, backside jutting out to flush against his moving hips. his pace is ruthless, one hand holding your own above your head and the other hooking two fingers into your open mouth. "i had to endure your slutty little outfits for all these weeks, shit, take it."

you moan uncontrollably, his thrusts becoming faster as the hand in your mouth snakes down to your core, playing with your clit.

"namjoon! too much, gonna cum," you whine out, grinding your hips back onto his. he gives another slap to your ass and speeds the fingers on your clit and you're cumming, arousal squirting onto his hand and the ground. his groans become louder as he feels the mess you made and angles his head down to suck along the column of your neck.

"fuck, baby, you're so good. so good for me. just let me use you a little longer." his pace slows to shallow thrusts that feel like they hit your guts until he comes with a low moan, filling your insides.

you are both panting, sweat and cum dripping off of each other. he lays his head on your shoulder and slowly pulls out of your cunt.

"so–" he clears his throat, "would you like to go out somewhere?"

[cheeseceli]

What love feels like

Pairing: ot7!BTS × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Summary: where they find out what love should be like after they meet you

Warnings: none I can think of

A/n: I think this is on my drafts since like last year😭 I hope you like it <3 | daily click

For Jin, love should feel like home.

He wants a shoulder to cry on when things get overwhelming, he wants a hug that is able to give him comfort and he wants someone who'd always welcome him after a long day. He feels as if he got it all when he met you. After noticing that when he thought of home you'd be all that occupied his mind, instead of those four walls he used to think of, he knows he's in love.

For Suga, love should feel like a safe place.

It's like you're a place free of worries that he can always go to. Whenever he feels like the world is collapsing and he is hopeless, you show up like the light at the end of the tunnel and get him out of his consuming thoughts. When with you, he feels safe. And for that, he knows he loves you.

For J-hope, love should feel like pride.

He wants everyone to know that he loves you and he can't wait to tell it to the world. He's often writing songs about you, telling things about you to his family and members, he loves to hold your hand in public (and in private) and the list goes on and on. He loves you. He is yours. And he's proud of it.

For Namjoon, love should feel like peace.

In a world where he's in constant exposure, where everything happens all the time and he finds himself having trouble to breathe at times, all he wants is peace. And he finds out that you are able to give him just that. With you, the clock stops ticking and a weight gets off his shoulders. He feels lighter and it's all thanks to you.

For Jimin, love should feel easy.

He didn't want to try to fall for someone, worrying about every move all the time. It felt exhausting. So when he found himself falling for you with no effort, he knew it was love, simply because it was natural to him, like he was born to do this. Born to love you.

For Taehyung, love should feel like freedom.

Freedom to be himself, freedom to discover the world, freedom to live. He thought love was somewhat like wings, and you're the one who gave it to him. It's crazy how much he discovered about himself lately just because he was free enough to do so. Loving you made him love himself more, and for that he loves you.

For Jungkook, love should feel like excitement.

He wakes up with a smile every since he met you. He can't wait to take you on dates and he is well aware that his heart beats faster whenever he sees you. Even after years of dating, his excitement would never disappear. You bring light to his life and make him feel like a boy who's always smiling to the mere thought of you.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: sides they only show around you

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[kooahae]

HATE THE CLUB

Pairing : Idol Namjoon x non idol female reader

Summary: You can’t stay away from him - at least that’s what it feels like the universe is telling you. You and the man of your dreams, somewhere that you both hate, just to end up in a place you both love- his bed.

Genre: very mild angst, fluff, smut.

Warnings: oral (f) receiving, fingering, pussy smacking, Unprotected sex/ he finishes inside ( pls don't do this lol) making out, Namjoon is so sweet but ofc he is! Readers a creamer, Missionary, slight yearning. MDNI

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“Before you even ask me , I came ‘cause I knew you’d show up…”

“This isn’t even your scene, what if someone sees you?” You ask, searching the area. You would hate to be at the scene of what you know for sure would make the headlines, Although the 6ft of sin standing in front of you doesn’t seem to care.

Namjoon would be anything you needed. He decided that the moment you entered his life. You affected him. You always have. The first girl who understood him- not just intellectually, but emotionally. It’s always been you. Even if his career made it difficult, he would always choose you. Even right now standing in the middle of the club -where he knew it could get him in to some heavy shit, but none of that mattered. His heart didn’t agree with the opinions clouding his brain about staying away from you. You’re beautiful inside and out, it doesn’t matter how much you attempt to make him uninterested, all the attempts of staying away from you , horrible attempts from you where you tried to be selfless - he on the other hand wouldn’t stop trying. He’s never been a quitter, so why be different today?

“You really shouldn’t be here Joonie.” You say as you pull him somewhere into a dark corner.

The club is not a place Namjoon would decide to spend his time on a Thursday night. Neither would you, you’re only here with your friends-who you abandoned, because you needed an escape. Something to get you to stop thinking about him. Of course, he would be here though. It’s as if the universe pulled you together, no matter how far you tried to run away.

Namjoon can’t take his eyes off of you. He heard you loud and clear but all he’s thinking about is the nickname at the end of your statement. It always sounds so sweet when you say it. Everything you do drives him mad. He didn’t have a choice. It’s been this way from the moment you looked at him. He remembers the day vividly- but it isn’t the time to reminisce. He’s focused on now.

“You missed everything I said…I’m here because of you. I don’t care if I should be or not. I don’t care if it’s not my usual place to kick it at either. I’m here for you.” He reiterates.

He knows you understand. You’re just doing the thing you always do- putting up a wall.

“How long are you in town for?” You sigh. You can’t even believe you’re debating doing this. If only you didn’t want him just as bad.

“Tomorrow afternoon.” He’s searching your eyes. He needs you.

“This isn’t a good idea and you know that…” you roll your bottom lip through your teeth and shake your head before making eye contact with him.

He tilts his head, mimicking the same facial expression you’ve just given him.

“Fuck it. I don’t care. You can leave me after…I can’t stop thinking about you.” He’s pleading at this point but he’s never been too proud to do that either- not when it comes to you.

“Please.” He mutters looking at you. You’re screwed. You were the moment he walked in. You knew that too.

“Fuck it. Take me to your place.” You say. You’ve never been good at pushing him away. Every attempt is always a failure.

Namjoon wastes no time. The quicker he can get you alone, the quicker you can be skin-to-skin. Molded together and intertwined. He sticks his hand out for you to place yours in, and leads you out of the club.

The ride to his place is filled with no words, but tons of sexual tension. You wish you could convince him to stay with you- long term. You have always told yourself to be selfless, let him chase his dreams, and support him as best as you can, so you won’t interfere. You can’t deny it though. Namjoon has always been everything you want in a man. Smart, determined, well-mannered, good in bed, He’s your earth in every sense of the word.

Even now, your enamored as you watch his jaw clench as he parks the car. You reach to undo your seatbelt but Namjoon stops you.

“Come closer.” He says in a low tone, motioning you with his finger closer to his face.

He’s losing his composure. He really is just like you. Eager for what awaits. You do as he says and lean closer, brushibg your nose against his but right before he can make a move. You giggle and send his heart into a frenzy.

“Look who’s all worked up. When I told you to take me to your place, I meant inside.” You plant a kiss on his nose and then open your door.

“Whatever you want, darling.” He chuckles and you have to refrain from jumping on him at that moment. He knows you like it when he calls you that.

Once you make it to the steps, that’s when the fun starts. Your lips are immediately on each other. Hungry, acting like starved animals. When he finally reaches his door he pulls away. He knows you are antsy by the way you’re attacking his neck sucking on his most sensitive spots. He swears, it’s never taken him this long to open a door, and once he finally hears the lock retract he pushes the door open, spins you around so you’re in front of him, picks you up, making you straddle him. Your hands immediately wrap around his neck as you continue kissing him all over.

“You’re fucking needy.” He says nudging your head up so your lips connect and throwing his keys across the counter. Sliding his shoes off and carrying you to the countertop.

“I am. I missed you.” You say, nothing but truth behind your statement.

honesty- a shared trait between you that he respects so much.

You reach for his belt buckle and start to unfasten it.

You only have until tomorrow, you’re not here to waste a second.

As your hands find a place in his briefs, Namjoon starts to remove your top. He’s trying not to rip it off but he fails- he’s eager and you can’t help but laugh again. flinging your hair behind your shoulders, and covering your chest.

“I missed you too.” He says and smiles at you. Capturing your heart, with his dragon-like eyes and deep dimples.

“The counter was a cute idea but, I think I want you in the bed.” He pulls your hands away from your chest, placing them on his shoulders.

He picks you up again and starts kissing you on the way to his bedroom. your low moans into the kiss aren’t helping him right now. He’s pretty sure he could come through his pants right now. He can’t wait any longer. He needs to taste you, to be in you. He could do this for days, but unfortunately, time is not his friend. So he tosses you onto the bed and removes his shirt. His body is glistening. Chest heaving up and down in anticipation.

“Joonie…” you sound just as desperate. Like you’ve been longing for him.

“Shh baby, I’m right here.” He says as he climbs on top of you. your lips reconnect and he pins your hands above your head.

“Take your time?” You ask and he nods as he starts kissing down your neck. He knows you hate when he marks you, but you also know him. He thinks it’s sexy when he can see the little bruises he leaves on you. Little reminders he etches in your skin before he has to leave. The sad part for you is that they are just like him- disappearing acts.

He slowly but surely makes his way to your bra and slides the straps down your shoulder.

“I missed hearing you say my name.” He says as he fully removes it, leaving open kisses down your body. Getting the response he wished for.

His hands slide up your skirt and he starts to rub you through your panties. You’re aching and he can feel you throbbing against his fingers.

“Joon, please…” you say as you moan, reaching and pushing his hand to apply more pressure.

He takes the hint and slides further down. Looking up at you with his lust filled eyes, kissing your waist, and slowly sliding down your skirt and panties. You’re now fully undressed underneath him. He loves the view. You’ve always been shy so once he sees you attempt to cover your chest for the second time, He restrains your arms again with his right hand.

“You’re the one who asked me to take my time, now look at who’s worked up.” He teases.

You lift up, and try to kiss him but he just smiles some more against your lips. As he parts your legs, he rubs up your thigh and then you feel his hand right where you need him.

He tilts his head as you both look each other in the eyes. Kissing you one last time, parting your lips, and smacking your pussy. Capturing the moan you let out in his mouth.

“Mmmmmmm.” You say as your eyebrows furrow in.

Fuck. Still vulnerable, still responsive. He thinks to himself. He wants to be the only person who can make you feel like this.

He pulls himself away and immediately puts his face where he belongs. He

“Oh fuck.” You gasp at the pleasure as your breath hitches in your throat.

He takes his time eating you out. Like it might be the last time, you both know it never is because you can’t seem to walk away. He enjoys the way you squirm underneath him. The head pushes telling him you need more, the way you moan his name out in repetition. He could never let you go. Not when you show him how good he makes you feel.

“Joon, oh my god…right there.”

He follows the instructions you give. Sliding a finger into you, pumping it in and out as you continue with your whimpers and cries of pleasure. He adds another finger and glides into you, a steady rhythm of penetration and the gentle force from his tongue, sends you over the edge. He laps up your juices that he knows he’s responsible for. You only cum like this for him. You’re his no matter how much time you spend apart.

“Come here…” you say panting.

He climbs back up your legs and kisses you in the mouth. Lightly smacking your clit as he does. You just came but Namjoon knows you have more.

“Joonie …”

“Hmm.”

“Mmm, I wanna cum with you.” You say. Eyes rolling back feeling yourself close yet again since he is still playing with your pussy. You want to be with him like this for longer. Be in his arms for longer. Cum for him anytime he wants you to.

“You sure you’re ready?” He asks and you nod.

“Yes, if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum.” You say finally having the energy to move his hand which earns you a laugh from the man hovering above you.

He removes his pants all the way finally. You were just as desperate as him. Like usual.

You set yourself up on your elbows to take at the sight in front of you.

“You’re bad.” You say biting your lip and looking him up and down.

“Could say the same about you.” He says as he crawls back over to you. He takes his time lining himself up to be inside the walls most familiar to him.

“I can’t stay away from you.” He admits and your heart nearly breaks. You give him a small smile. You know you can’t either.

“Hurry up. I miss-.”

You both moan upon his entrance. He’s looking you right in the eyes as he pumps in and out of you. Watching the way you cream, it feels like every time he removes himself there’s more of you spilling out onto him.

“Damn baby, look at us…” He says and you meet his gaze.

“You can’t look at me like that.” You say in between your moans

“You don’t mind.” He’s right, you don’t. But you should- you’ll miss him again. You don’t need the visual of him looking like this engraved in your mind but, it’s better than the memory you’ll have when he leaves tomorrow you tell yourself.

His deep and slow strokes make you feel so full.

“This is so much better than the club.” You say and you look into his eyes and he can’t help but give you a grin.

He reaches for your left hand and intertwines it with his.

“Yeah?” He asks as you moan out and put your free hand on his bicep that’s caging you in.

“Yeah, I hate the club.” You double down on your statement because it’s true. In more ways than one. You hate the club because it isn’t your scene. You hate the club because it isn’t going to help you forget Namjoon, it’ll bring you to him for whatever reason. The universe always puts him in your orbit.

Your pussy is milking him for everything he has, creaming all over him, If he wouldn’t have showed up- he doesn’t even want to think about that. A day without being inside of you always feels like years have passed by. Months feel like centuries.

“Fuck Joonie… just like that.” You moan out and he can’t stop himself from pecking your lips afterwards.

“You are my brightest star. Did you know that?” He says as he listens to your moans. They’re so soft, so alluring.

“I- I’m close.” You manage to muster up and he nods.

“I know baby, I can tell by the way you’re squeezing me. Shit” He isn’t too far off either.

“You’re gonna cum with me, right baby?” You ask and he nods.

He hurries and presses his lips to yours, thrust getting sloppy and lazy.

Your breath gets caught In your throat as you feel the knot deep in your stomach unravel.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He chants out as he empties himself inside of you.

He collapses onto your chest and you stroke his hair. Then the air gets heavy. You can feel it- time is going to run out.

“That was amazing, as always.” You say and he slowly pulls out of you and lays flat on his back. Eyes facing the ceiling before he glances over and looks at you.

“Be my girlfriend? No more of this not knowing how long it’ll take to see each other bullshit. I want you. I’d ask you more romantically but I just … I don’t want you to walk out of the door and me not know what’s next. I want to come home to you. I don’t care about anything else.” He’s serious and it’s everything you wanted to hear, but you’re quiet.

You’re scared. That must be the reason for your silence he assumes.

“You want me? You’re not worried about the public?”

He was right. You are scared. So he grabs your hand and kisses it softly.

“I’ll protect you from anyone, anything. No. I’m not worried, because I need you and I don’t care

who likes it or not.” He says as he reaches for your hand and kisses the back of it.

“Well then I’m Namjoon’s girlfriend then.” You say

Smiling but you’re not done yet

“Promise me you’ll still be the same person you are. I can’t handle anything else.”

He chuckles and pulls you into him.

“People change baby we need to grow but my love won’t unless it’s for the better.” He states matter of factly.

“Love?” You ask as you search his eyes.

“Love.” He says and you nod.

A kiss sealing the deal. Passionate, Fiery, but also just as soft as flower petals- just like the man who is now yours to claim.

“Mmm, princess can I tell you something?” He says as he pulls away.

“Anything.”

“I think love the club.” He says chuckling and you can’t help but laugh.

“It brought me the best sex of my life and my dream boyfriend, I might suddenly love the club too.” You say as you cup his face.

“Love?” He ask in the same tone as you did previously.

“Love,” you say stealing a kiss and sealing the deal.

A/n : let’s be fr. I love a happy ending lol

[inkjam-moon]

Bells Will Be Ringing - Part Three (M)

Summary: Another year, another one of Namjoon's heats causing problems.

Pairing: Hybrid!Namjoon x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 11.9k

TW: swearing; dirty talk; oral (male and female giving and recieving); anal (male and female); fingering; double penetration; mmf; mfm; ; creampies

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“Y/N-ah!”

Damnit. You sigh as you wrap the scarf around your neck; you wanted to get out of the house before another ‘hey can you-’, but as Namjoon comes tumbling down the stairs, you know there must be one more thing. 

“Yes, Joonie?”

“Are you going to the mall?”

You nod, grabbing your purse from where it hangs on the wall. “I have a few last minute things I need to grab.”

“Can you pick up that sweater we looked at the other day for him?” Namjoon gestures up the stairs. 

“Sure.”

“Oh, and can you stop at the jewelers?” He fishes a pick up ticket out of his pocket. “My ring should be ready.”

You take the ticket from him and put it in your purse. “Anything else?”

Namjoon thinks on this for a moment, oblivious to your sarcasm before shaking his head. “No, that should be everything.” He smiles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips before turning around and running back upstairs.

You huff as you walk outside, bracing against the cold as you walk to your car, quickly getting in and turning up the heat to defrost yourself. You grab your phone and open your list, adding the sweater and the jewelers to it before putting it back in your purse and driving to the mall. 

You hate that it’s taken you until now, December 23rd, to get the last few things on your Christmas list, but this year has been unbelievably chaotic to say the least.

After Jimin’s new years proposal last year, wedding planning began and it was much harder for three people than for just two. There were engagement parties, celebration brunches, wedding showers, dinners, bachelor parties, your bachelorette party, dress shopping, tux fittings, hanbok try-ons, and everything else crammed into 11 short months as you all decided to get married at the end of November. You planned it to coincide with the end of Namjoon’s last heat so that there wouldn’t be anything to worry about on your honeymoon. Then you went on your honeymoon for three weeks in Bali, having just come back this past weekend, and now here you are, back in the snowy weather of Seoul, stuck shopping at the last minute. You should’ve just ordered things online. 

As expected, the mall is packed. You make your way through the crowds, picking up the things on your list one by one until the only two things left are to go to the jewelers, and maybe pick up some Christmas night lingerie to surprise your husbands with. 

You walk past the lingerie store and stop, noticing a cute bra that looks like a bow you can unwrap. You run your hand over the soft satin of the cloth, thinking about how it would look on you and if the boys would like it. 

“That would look great on you.”

The voice comes from behind you, and you go to scold the stranger when you turn around and see a familiar face.

“Aish, Jin do you want to die?” You punch him lightly on the arm, making him laugh.

“What? I’m just being honest.”

You roll your eyes before turning back to the lingerie. “I don’t know… What do you wear with something like this?”

Jin thinks on this for a minute, his eyes searching the store before landing on a pair of ruffled panties and red thigh high stockings in the same shade of red. “How about that?”

You hate to admit he’s right, but they would look good together. You nod, grabbing the bra in your size and then walking over to grab the rest of the set, watching Jin’s shocked expression as he follows you around the store, suddenly shy. You walk up to the checkout counter and quickly pay, taking the bag the cashier hands you before thanking them and walking back out of the store. 

“Wow, you actually listened to me?” Jin asks as you walk.

“It’s the first good idea you’ve ever had.” You snort. “And before you ask, no, you will never get to see me in them, even if you helped me pick them out.”

“Ah Y/N-ah, I would never. You’re a married woman now.”

“Like that has ever stopped you from being a creep.”

Jin only chuckles, offering to take some of the bags from your hands. “Lunch?”

You sigh, checking your watch. “I have one more stop to make and then sure.”

Jin follows behind you as you weave through the crowd, heading down to the jewelry store which is, of course, at the other end of the mall. When you arrive, you walk up to the counter and say hello.

“Hi, My husband has an order ready for pick up.”

“Name?”

“Kim Namjoon.” You take the pick up ticket out of your purse and hand it to the man who studies it carefully.

“One moment please.” The cashier disappears through the door behind him and you wait patiently. 

“Is he really making you pick up your own christmas presents?” Jin jokes. 

You shake your head. “No, it should be his new wedding ring.”

“What happened to the first one?”

“He… He lost it in Bali.” You admit.

“He didn’t even have it a month!” Jin snorts as the cashier comes back out with not one, but four boxes. He very carefully places them in a bag and then hands the bag to you. 

“There you are, have a wonderful rest of your day.”

“T-thank you.” You take the bag and then leave the store. Four boxes? What else did Namjoon get? This time Jin takes the lead and you follow close behind him to the food court. You both decide on some nice hot tteokbokki, grabbing a serving each before finding a seat at one of the empty tables. You unload all your bags onto the chair and table next to you before flopping down in your seat, already exhausted. 

“Tired?” Jin observes as he pops a rice cake in his mouth.

“Tired, cold, stressed…” You whine.

“What’s there to be stressed about? It’s the holidays.”

“That’s exactly what I’m stressed about.”

“Why?”

“Because.” You start, running your hands through your hair. “We left at the end of Joon’s last heat, so it’s been almost a month. I just don’t want a repeat of what happened last year.” You think back to Namjoon’s record nine day heat that lasted through the holidays and your legs ache at the thought. 

“So?” Jin shrugs. “Jeongguk’s is due soon too, you don’t see me stressed about it.” 

“It’s not the same. You don’t have to worry about Jeongguk, you guys weren't together last time I checked. You don’t have to help him… you know, multiple times a day.”

Jin pops a fish cake in his mouth. “So? I still help him out a lot.”

“You do?” This is new information. You thought Jin and Jeongguk were strictly roommates.

“Yeah.” Jin admits. “I mean, sure he brings people home a lot too, but when he feels like bottoming I don’t mind helping.” Jin smirks at the shocked expression on your face. “What’s that look for?”

“I just… I didn’t know you guys had benefits like that.”

Jin chuckles at your words. “You of all people know it’s easier to just stay home and deal with it.”

“Hm, I guess you’re right…” An image of Jin and Jeongguk suddenly flashes in your mind and you quickly shake it away, blushing. “I just hope it doesn’t last as long this time. If it does, I don’t think we’ll come to your party.”

“What? Why not?”

“Are you kidding?” You scoff, finishing the last bite of your food. “You want to put Namjoon and Jeongguk in the same room when they’re both in heat? That’ll go really well. It was bad enough when it was just one of them.”

“If I remember correctly, last year was your fault.”

“My fault?!”

“Kook told me what happened. That you had a certain someone between your legs. And it was your smell that set him off. You sent him into his heat two weeks early, you know.”

You huff, no you didn’t know that. “Well, maybe if Jeongguk knew how to knock it wouldn’t have mattered what we were doing!” 

Jin rolls his eyes at you. “Lock the door next time.”

“Seokjin-”

He throws his arms up in defense. “I’m just saying, that’s what I was told.”

“Whatever.” You cross your arms and lean back in your chair. 

“You know,” Jin begins. “That might not be a bad idea honestly.”

“What idea?” You eye him cautiously.

“What if we just locked them in a room together for their heats? I mean, I know they already want to.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him. “What do you mean they want to?”

“Oh come on Y/N, you can’t tell me you don’t see it. All the hushed whispering and secret conversations they have whenever they're together. Jeongguk has told me he would fuck all three of you if he had the chance.”

Your face flushes hot at Jin’s words. “T-that’s a terrible idea.”

“Is it?”

“Yes!” You feel like you’re trying to convince yourself more than him. “They’d tear the house apart. Or worse, each other.”

“You’re overthinking it. You should just let them have a little fun.”

“It’s not my choice.” You stand, gathering your things. “Namjoon is his own person, he has free will. If he wants to spend time with Jeongguk like that, it’s his decision. He knows that.”

Jin smirks, standing up with you and helping you get your bags. You’re silent as you walk back outside to your car, Jin following you once again, popping open the trunk so you can both put your many bags inside. You slam the trunk shut and move to say goodbye when Jin cups your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

“I’ll let Jeongguk know that he has your permission.”

“He doesn’t- I mean- Ugh, Seokjin!” But it’s too late. He lets you go and waves goodbye as he disappears in the parking lot.

You climb into your car, starting the heat to try and warm away this strange feeling in your chest. You make your way back home, grabbing your bags before heading inside your house. Thankfully, both of your husbands seem to be otherwise occupied and you hurry up the stairs, hiding your bags in the back of your closet before grabbing the few Namjoon and Jimin asked you to pick up and slipping them into the corresponding closets as well before grabbing the bag from the jewelers and going to find Namjoon. 

You find him in his studio, headphones on, gaze fixed on the computer as he works on something on the screen. You smile, admiring the way his jaw juts out as he focuses. 

“Joon.” You tap him on the shoulder, not wanting to startle him. He turns and looks up, smiling when he sees you and taking his headphones off. 

“Y/N-ah!” He pulls you down to sit on his thigh and kisses you sweetly. “What took you so long? I thought I might have to send out a search party.”

“Ah, I ran into Jin and we had lunch.” You explain, placing the bag on his desk in front of him. “Got this for you.”

“Perfect, thank you love.” He kisses your cheek before you stand up. 

“Any idea where Jimin is?” You ask, as he rifles through the bag. 

“He got back from the grocery store not too long ago, and then I think I heard the shower turn on.”

“Okay, I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready.” You squeeze his shoulder before going to search for your other husband.

You wander down the hall to your bedroom and sure enough you hear the shower running. You could use a shower to wash the mall off of you. “Jimin?” You call out as you open the bathroom door. He doesn’t respond, so you begin to slip out of your clothes, leaving a trail behind you as you come to stand in front of the shower door, amazed by what's in front of you.

Jimin leans back against the wall of the shower, one hand pushing his hair back out of his face, the other is wrapped around his cock, stroking it in swift motions as he moans softly. 

“Am I interrupting?” You question, your voice low. 

Jimin jumps at the sound of your voice, startled by the sight of you. “N-noona,” He blushes as you open the door and slip into the shower with him. “I was just thinking about you.” He admits shyly.

“Oh?” You stand in front of him, leaning in for a kiss as you replace his hand with your own, eliciting a groan from the back of his throat. You squeeze his tip harshly, relishing in the gasp that leaves him.

“Oh god, how do you always know exactly what I need?” He groans, watching closely as you get down on your knees in front of him. 

“Years of practice.” You smirk at him before flicking your tongue out against his length, tasting him for the first time since your honeymoon. Jimin’s head falls back as you take his tip into your mouth, sucking on it gently before taking more and more of him in, little by little, driving him wild as you tease him. 

“Y-yeobo, please…” He whimpers, his fingers tangling in your hair as it dampens from the water cascading over both your bodies. 

You relent, stopping your teasing as you sink your mouth down on his cock, moaning when it hits the back of your throat. Jimin’s hips reflexively snap forward, trying to bury himself in the warmth of your mouth, and you let him, opening your throat and relaxing as he thrusts into you, already chasing his release. 

It doesn’t take long, he must’ve already been pretty close as he starts panting, his hips moving faster, but shallower. You stick your tongue out, dragging it along his length as you hollow your cheeks and start to suck hard. 

“Yes… Yes, god, fuck~” Jimin whines, his moans music to your ears. You look up, sneaking a peek at him like this and you swear you could orgasm from the sight alone.

Water trails down Jimin’s body, following the contours of his toned muscles from his neck down to his waist, his skin glistens in the low light of the bathroom. His hair is pushed back off his face, giving you a full view of his erotic expression; his eyes are squeezed shut as he focuses solely on the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him and his teeth dig into his lower lip, enjoying the sensation between his thighs. 

“Y-Y/N, ah~!” With a cry of your name, Jimin buries himself in the back of your throat, holding you against him as he cums. He cums hard, more than usual, and you can’t help your surprised expression as you pull off him, only to feel him paint your tongue and dribble on your lips.

Jimin’s legs shake as he comes down from his high, and you help him sit on the bench in the shower, taking a washcloth and gently cleaning him up as his eyes come back into focus and he wipes a bit you missed off your chin.

“You alright love?” You ask, mildly concerned. You haven’t seen Jimin cum that hard in months. 

He nods, his chest heaving. “Just been a minute.”

You think back and realize he’s right. You and Namjoon had sex a few days ago, but Jimin wasn't home, and he hasn’t done anything with you guys since three days before you came home from Bali. “Huh, I guess it has.”

 He stands up and pulls you with him, giving you a hot kiss that makes you dizzy with delight. “I’ve missed that mouth of yours.” He smirks, giving himself one last rinse before cracking the door. “Don’t tell Joon, but you’re still the best at that.”

“The best at what?” As if on cue, Namjoon strides into the bathroom, peeling his shirt off over his head.

“Nothing!” Jimin only smiles as he steps out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist as Namjoon walks up to him. Jimin takes the opportunity to plant a kiss on Namjoon’s lips. “Nothing at all Joon.”

Namjoon shrugs, slipping out of his pants and underwear and joining you in the shower as Jimin leaves the room. He gives you a squeeze as you both shower peacefully, exchanging the occasional kiss. 

When you’re finished, you both step out and dry yourselves off before heading into the bedroom to slip into some clean comfortable clothes. When you’re finished, you find Jimin in the kitchen starting dinner and quickly move to help him while Namjoon plops himself on the couch and turns on the tv. 

When the food is ready, you grab a serving for yourself and Namjoon, carrying them both over to the couch and sitting in the middle seat next to Namjoon. Jimin quickly finds his seat on your other side and the three of you dig in as you watch whatever documentary Namjoon turned on. Namjoon finishes first and quickly relaxes back against the couch, his hand resting on your thigh as he turns to you.

“I still can’t believe you had lunch with Jin.”

“Why not?”

“You had lunch with Jin?” Jimin asks, mouth full of rice. “Really?”

“Why is that so surprising?” You put your empty bowl on the table in front of you and lean back. 

“Last time we saw him, I honestly thought you were going to knock his lights out.” Namjoon states.

“Yeah.” Jimin agrees. “At the wedding reception.”

You roll your eyes as you remember what they’re referencing. “I wasn’t going to punch him. He was drunk and I was just trying to stop him from being so… handsy.” Your cheeks flush as you remember Jin’s large hands on your waist as you danced with him. He was very drunk, and his hands kept sliding down to your ass so you pushed him away and went to dance with someone else, but he was persistent until you had Jeongguk drag him away to go sit down. “We’re still friends, he just gets on my nerves a lot.”

“Is that why you had lunch? Did he apologize?” Jimin questions.

“Jin? Apologize? Please.” You scoff. “No, we ran into each other when I was looking for- well, it doesn’t matter. He helped me do some shopping and we just decided to get lunch.”

“How’s Jeongguk? Was he there?” You notice Namjoon’s ears perk up at this.

“He’s fine. Jin said he’s just busy.” You watch Namjoon’s adam's apple bob as he swallows hard. 

“That’s good.” Namjoon turns back to the tv. 

“Speaking of, Joonie,” You squeeze his thigh. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He turns back to look at you.

“It’s just, Jin and I were talking and he said something I’ve been thinking about. How- Well, what do you think about Kook?”

“What do you mean?” He quirks his eyebrow and you see Jimin turn towards the conversation out of the corner of your eye, obviously interested.

“Do you… Do you have a thing for him?”

“W-what?” Namjoon’s face immediately flushes red. “I-I-”

“It’s okay if you do.” You move to calm him. “I’m just curious. Jin thinks you both might and that’s why your interactions can get so… heated.”

Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed. “I mean… I-I’ve thought about it… Once or twice… I just didn’t want to make anything weird, you know?”

You nod as Jimin chimes in. “Hyung, you know you can do whatever you want, right?”

“I know I just…” Namjoon sighs. “I wasn’t interested in just me and him. I didn’t want to do anything without you both there, and I didn’t know if that was something you’d be interested in.”

Now it’s your face flushing with heat. “You want us there with you? Like a foursome?”

Namjoon nods. “I only want it if you’re there too.”

“Hmm.” Jimin leans against you. “I’ve never thought about Jeongguk like that. He’s cute though, I wouldn’t mind.”

“You haven’t?” You turn to look at Jimin, genuinely surprised. 

He shakes his head. “Wait, have you?”

“Ah, um… After the New Year’s incident last year.” You giggle. “Joon, you are going to have to share us if you want us there.” You remind him, remembering the reason that fight started.

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Namjoon smiles, laying himself across your laps. 

“Okay, just let us know what Jeongguk says.” Jimin runs his fingers through Namjoon’s hair. 

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You wake up two days later to the smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen. You stretch your limbs to wake them up and then smile to yourself. It’s Christmas morning. You feel someone still pressed against your back and from the snores you know it’s Namjoon. You very carefully remove yourself from his embrace and climb out of bed. As silently as you can, you grab the few presents left that you wrapped last night before sneaking your way out of the bedroom, not wanting to disturb your sleeping husband.  

You find Jimin at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee as he scrolls through his phone. When he hears the bedroom door click shut he looks up, his eyes crinkling up with a grin as he sees you, arms full of gifts. 

“Morning love.” He mumbles, voice still low from the early hour. “Merry Christmas.”

You take the presents in your hands and arrange them with the rest under the tree before walking over to Jimin and pressing a sweet kiss against his lips.

“Merry Christmas Jimin.”

“Is he still asleep?” Jimin asks as you walk over to the counter where the coffee pot sits and pour yourself a steaming cup.

“Mhm.” You nod, taking a sip. “I’m sure he’ll be up soon. Breakfast?”

“You read my mind.”

You and Jimin decide on a simple breakfast, pancakes, and quickly get to work whipping up the batter and frying them up, knowing that if your absence in the bed doesn’t wake Namjoon up, the smell of food usually does. Sure enough, as you flip the first few onto a plate, you hear the bedroom door open and a half-awake Namjoon comes stumbling out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“Good morning Joonie. Merry Christmas.” You smile at him.

Namjoon shakes his head, as if suddenly remembering what day it is, and his tail begins to wag as the words immediately wake him, his face lighting up with excitement. “Merry Christmas Y/N-ah, Jimin!” He patters over to the kitchen and kisses both of you in turn. You push a plate full of pancakes into his hands and he grabs it, walking over and sitting down at the table. 

“Coffee?” Jimin asks as he pours himself another cup.

“Please.” Namjoon nods, mouth already full of pancakes.

Jimin pours one for Namjoon and then grabs his own plate and sits down across from Namjoon. When you’re done cooking, you take your plate of pancakes and join them at the table, the three of you eating quickly as anticipation for what’s under the tree sets in. When you’re finished, you all make short work of the dishes before heading into the living room and sitting on the floor around the tree. 

Namjoon begins passing out presents and it takes no time at all for the floor to be covered in shreds of wrapping paper. Clothes and games and accessories are discovered and thanks are shared all around until you get down to the last few presents. Jimin unwraps the sweater from Namjoon and gushes over how soft it is, then unwraps the scarf you got him to go with it and holds them both against him. Jimin hands you a gift and you tear into it to find a silky black babydoll and matching robe.

“I feel like this is more of a present for yourself.” You tease as you pull the fabric out of the wrapping, making Namjoon’s eyes go wide. 

Jimin smirks. “Maybe it is.”

You roll your eyes playfully and hand a box to Namjoon. “Here, this is from both of us.” You watch as he unwraps the new MIDI pad controller he’s been wanting for months, his face lighting up with joy as he thanks you both over and over. You both hand Jimin a box, his eyes sparkling as he pulls out a new winter coat from Dior he was talking about a few weeks ago, as well as a beautiful new watch and ring from Namjoon. “I love them, thank you.”

“Last one.” Namjoon states, holding a small box in his hands.

“Who’s it for?” You ask.

“You.” Namjoon states, handing you the box.

“From both of us.” Jimin adds, exchanging a glance with Namjoon.

You eye them both with suspicion before removing the wrapping paper, finding the smallest of the boxes you picked up from the jewelers the other day. You pop the box open and your breath leaves you as you stare down at the dazzling ring nestled in green velvet. It’s a large teardrop shaped diamond, surrounded by a circle of much smaller diamonds set on a silver band.

“A-an engagement ring?” You question, afraid to even touch the beautiful piece. 

“We’ve wanted to get you one since I proposed-” Jimin scoots closer to you and takes the box from your hand, taking the ring out and slipping it onto the ring finger of your left hand, right above your matching wedding band; the ring Jimin initially proposed with. 

“We just haven’t had enough time.” Namjoon finishes for him. 

“Better late than never.” Jimin adds, pressing a kiss to your knuckles below where the ring now sits. 

“It’s beautiful, thank you both so much.” You lean forward and wrap your arms around Jimin, knocking him back to the ground and giggling before giving him a long kiss. You let go and do the same to Namjoon, pushing him onto his back. “I’m so grateful to have you both in my life. I love you.”

“We love you too, noona.” Jimin squeezes you, pulling you down between them on the floor where they both wrap their arms around you.

The next several hours of the day are spent snuggled up on the couch with snacks and hot chocolate while you watch old holiday movies together, simply enjoying spending time with each other.

When it’s time for dinner, you make a delicious and warm pot of kalguksu and set the table, popping open a bottle of wine as you call the boys to eat. The three of you sit, eating, laughing, and drinking, but it isn’t until the meal begins to wind down that you notice Namjoon shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Anyone want to get in the hottub?” Jimin asks, finishing off his glass of wine, a tipsy flush to his cheeks.

“Mm, that sounds perfect.”

“I’ll get it set up.” Namjoon offers, quickly standing and making his way over to the sliding glass door and walking out onto the balcony.

You and Jimin take care of the dishes, his arms wrapped around your waist as you wash the last few, placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. 

“Should we skinnydip?” He asks, tugging at the hem of your sweater.

“We do have neighbors you know.” You remind him, spinning in his arms to face him. 

He shrugs. “Let them watch.” He kisses your lips before pulling your sweater up over your head and tossing it on one of the kitchen chairs, leaving you in just a bralette and a pair of festive pajama pants. 

Just then Namjoon walks back inside. “It’s ready.” He says as he walks toward the bedroom.

“Joon.” You call his name to stop him and he turns back to you, watching as you strip out of your remaining clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor before walking your nude self over to the door and disappearing out onto the balcony. 

You’re just sinking into the hot water as Jimin and Namjoon walk out the door, their hands covering their indecency as they move to join you in the tub. The three of you relax, letting the warmth of the tub soothe your woes and keep you warm on the chill winter night. You sink down to your neck, closing your eyes as you do. 

Jimin’s hand rests on your thigh, squeezing it, and you feel Namjoon shifting next to you. When Namjoon’s hand also finds your thigh, you slightly open one of your eyes and look over to see his ears twitching irritably on top of his head. You watch as he repeatedly stretches his neck like he’s trying to crack it as his cheeks start getting more and more red as he sits restlessly.

“Joon…?” As you sit up his eyes snap to meet yours and he grabs your thigh, pulling it toward him and signaling you to move over next to him.

You scooch over in the water, seating yourself beside him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder, gripping your chin with his other hand and tilting your face up towards his before his lips lock onto yours, exchanging a heated kiss. As he kisses you, his hand drops from your chin, grabbing your own hand and leading it between his legs where he really wants to be touched. Where he suddenly needs to be touched.

You break the kiss, pulling back to meet his gaze, your fingers just barely grazing him, and your eyes soften with understanding. You look at him sympathetically, knowing how much he hates when it comes out of nowhere, but you can tell just from the sight of him.

His heat is here. 

You should’ve expected it to come early, but you had hoped… God had you hoped.

You risk the top half of your torso to the cold as you get up and seat yourself in his lap, pulling him to you as your lips find his once more. His arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as he immediately flicks his tongue into your mouth. The hand already between your bodies grabs his throbbing length and you quickly move it between your thighs, sinking down on him without a second thought as you both whine at the sudden pleasure. 

“Fuck…” You gasp, relishing in the way he spreads you open. 

Jimin opens his eyes at your noise, taking in the sight before him and groaning. “Oh shit, I only closed my eyes for five minutes.” He jokes, moving over to sit beside Namjoon. 

“Chim, it’s h-here.” You warn him, nodding at the man underneath you. Jimin raises his eyebrow and looks over at Namjoon, studying him the same way you did only a few moments ago, realization dawning on his features.  

“Aw Joon hyung, your heat came early?” 

Namjoon can only nod, thrusting up into you, his brow furrowed in concentration as he focuses on the feeling of you around his cock. You see Jimin wrap his hand around his own hardening length and move to replace it with your own, giving his tip a harsh squeeze before stroking him at a rapid pace. 

“Ah, shit…” Jimin curses, the sound rumbling in his chest as his head falls back from your touch, his eyes never leaving the image of you bouncing in Namjoon’s lap. It doesn’t take long before you feel Jimin’s hands on your ass, his fingers finding their way to your core before teasingly pressing against your remaining empty hole, causing you to cry out.

“Jimin~!” You squeak, your hands gripping Namjoon’s shoulders tightly. 

“Shh, Y/N, you’re the one who was worried about the neighbors.” Jimin chides. But as the words come out of his mouth, a low growl sounds from Namjoon’s throat and his hips suddenly stop with one last harsh slam upwards, and you feel his cum filling you up. “Joon, don't pull out yet, remember how long it took us to clean the hot tub last time.”

Namjoon nods, resting for a moment before scooping you up, exposing your body to the cold air before depositing you on the deck, quickly following behind you so nothing drips into the water. Jimin comes with you, his length bouncing, and Namjoon hands you both towels as you shiver and make your way into the house. You head to the bathroom, drying yourself off and cleaning between your folds when an idea pops into your head. As Namjoon and Jimin come into the bathroom, you slip out and head to your closet, pulling open your underwear drawer and retrieving the bra you bought until your eyes land on the black lingerie set Jimin got you. You hesitate, trying to decide which one to wear, and eventually choose the black set, you’ll keep the other one for later. 

You slip the chemise over your body and slide into the silky robe, loosely fastening it around your waist before sneaking back into the bedroom and climbing into the bed, trying to find a comfortable, but seductive position on the mattress. You prop yourself up on your side, one hand holding your head up, the other lazily dangling in front of your stomach. 

Jimin is the first out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist as he stops cold, his eyes raking over your body. “Wow…” He breathes, his erection still obvious beneath the cover.

Namjoon is close behind, walking into Jimin, confused as to why the other man has stopped until his gaze follows Jimin’s, finally spotting you. “Holy shit…”

They both quickly ditch their towels, scrambling to join you on the bed. Jimin pulls you toward him, planting his lips on yours as he squeezes your waist. You feel Namjoon at your back, his hardened length pressing against you with need as he pulls the robe off your shoulder, his mouth caressing the bare skin there as his hand wraps around to your front and immediately slips between your legs. His fingers slide into your folds and you moan into Jimin’s mouth, your senses set alight by the feeling of both their hands on you. 

“I’m so glad I bought this for you.” Jimin mumbles, tracing your breasts over the fabric. “It looks so good on you baby.” Jimin’s tongue passes your lips, enveloping your mouth with his sweet taste as his own hand joins Namjoon’s between your legs, bypassing your clit, which Namjoon has started drawing circles around, and pushing two fingers directly into your entrance. 

“Jimin~” You gasp, gripping his arm in an attempt to steady yourself. Namjoon places a gentle bite on your neck, just beneath your ear as his fingers wander lower, slithering two fingers in with Jimin’s and stretching you open so deliciously. You throw your head back with a whine, fragmenting at the feeling of them both thrusting inside you at separate paces.

It isn’t long before Namjoon is frustrated with the lack of friction for himself, grabbing your waist and pulling you over so that you’re facing him instead and hooking your leg over his waist as he rolls onto his back, situating you on top of him again, making both you and Jimin laugh at his impatience. 

“Joon, all you had to do was ask.” Jimin giggles, grabbing the elder boy’s cock and lining it up with your entrance for you, watching closely as you slide down on Namjoon to the hilt.

“Shit…” Namjoon groans deep in his chest as he fills you again, his hands gripping your waist tightly, his jaw clenched as he lets out a harsh breath through his teeth. “I couldn’t wait to feel this tight cunt anymore.”

“J-Jimin… Kiss me~” You whimper, pulling Jimin toward you. Jimin smirks, tugging the robe off your shoulders and tossing it to the floor. He moves to capture your lips, but stops and you watch as he looks to Namjoon first

“Hyung,” Jimin reaches behind him and smacks his own ass lightly a few times in question.

“Fuck yes.” Namjoon immediately acquiesces, tugging Jimin’s waist toward him, and making the blonde boy straddle his face.

Namjoon’s hands leave your waist, grabbing Jimin’s instead as he buries his face between Jimin’s cheeks. You can’t see what he’s doing, but you know by the lewd slurping sounds, and the sweet whimpers leaving Jimin’s mouth that he is ravishing Jimin, one of his favorite activities when he’s in heat. 

When Jimin has situated himself comfortably on Namjoon’s lips, he leans forward, guiding your face toward his and kissing you desperately. It’s sloppy, but sweet, Jimin’s tongue making your legs weak as you bounce yourself in Namjoon’s lap.

You reach a hand down and grab Jimin’s cock, stroking it slowly, swallowing the moan that leaves Jimin’s mouth. Jimin slides the straps of your chemise down, exposing your breasts to him and pinching one of your nipples between his fingers in retaliation. Your core contracts harshly around Namjoon at the added stimulation, and you hear him groan as his hips still for only a moment, filling you with his cum once again before he continues thrusting up into you, slipping two fingers into Jimin as he does. 

Jimin’s close, you can see it on his face as your palm rubs tight circles against his tip, watching his face contort from the pleasure. It’s when Namjoon adds a third finger, already sucking on his perineum, that Jimin comes undone, moaning loudly as he throws his head back. You stroke him quickly, watching his chest heave as he cums, painting Namjoon’s stomach and yours with white lines of his release. 

Jimin pulls you in for one last hot kiss before pushing Namjoon’s fingers away and climbing off of him, panting heavily. As he calms down, you watch as Jimin licks his sticky release off of Namjoon’s stomach, and then your own before his tongue continues upwards toward your breasts. He sucks each of them into his mouth in turn, leaving bite marks in his wake as he toys with you, setting your body on fire with his mouth and tongue before bending down and doing the same to Namjoon. 

With a hard pinch of his nipples, Namjoon’s hips stutter again and you feel his cock spasming, his hot release spurting inside you a third time, his chest heaving.

“One- One more.” He groans, never softening.

“One more?” Jimin asks, sitting back and looking at the mess of a man beneath him. “Hyung…”

“Y/N hasn’t- not yet…” Namjoon whines, his hips kicking up into you again more aggressively, gripping your waist hard enough to bruise.

“Noona, you haven’t?” Jimin turns to you. You shake your head, your face flushing with some sort of emotion. Embarrassment? Arousal? You aren’t entirely sure. “Well, we can’t have that.” Jimin smiles smugly, grabbing something out of the bedside table before shuffling behind you on the bed. “Bend over noona, we’ll get you sorted.”

You’re not sure if Jimin’s words are a promise or a threat, but you obey anyway, bending over to press your chest against Namjoon’s, whose arms slide up your back, holding you close. 

“Oh god, Joon, your cum is dripping everywhere. Fuck that’s so hot…” You feel Jimin’s hands on your ass, massaging the flesh before bringing his hand down to smack it. Then you feel his mouth, pressing kisses down your spine, lower and lower until his tongue flicks against your puckered rim, much like Namjoon did to him earlier. He moves quickly, spreading you open so fast your head starts spinning; first with his tongue, then one finger, then two, whispering encouragement the entire time. 

When he deems you ready, you feel the cold drips of lube as he slickens your back entrance and then himself. And then you feel it, the tip of his cock, hard once more, as it presses against you with purpose. Your hands search for purchase, finding the sheets and gripping them until your knuckles turn white, forcing all the tightening in your body to your fingers as you relax your lower half for Jimin, allowing him to inch inside your ass, slowly but surely, until he’s fully seated inside you.

“Ohhh my… hnnng fuck~” Your breath shakes as you exhale, feeling so full, so deliciously and wonderfully full. It’s been so long since you’ve had them both inside you that you almost forgot how incredible it feels. Namjoon, focusing mostly on his own release, wiggles his hips impatiently, causing both you and Jimin to whimper. 

“Fuck, hyung.” Jimin swears under his breath, but Namjoon ignores him, his hips continuing their assault on your center. “Shit…” Jimin pulls back and begins thrusting into you at his own pace, slower and deeper than his elder, feeling every inch of you with each pass. Namjoon is faster, chasing his final high as he bites down at the junction of your neck and shoulder, leaving a bright red mark behind like he always does on the first day of his heat. 

Your entire body is swirling with pleasure, and you know it won’t be much longer before your body shatters into an orgasm. Every nerve feels like it’s been sparked, and with the way their cocks are moving independently of each other inside you makes you feel like you’re going to explode. 

Namjoon cums first, a loud groan erupting from the back of his throat as he fills you one last time with his warmth. He buries himself inside you, pressing into your g-spot as he ruts his hips against you rapidly to milk his high, cumming more than he did the first three times. You follow shortly behind Namjoon, colors bursting as you squeeze your eyes shut, burying your face in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, afraid you might split into pieces as your body shakes from the force of your orgasm, moaning loudly. The contracting of your center is too much for Jimin and he cums right after you, his hands landing on top of Namjoon’s on your hips and whimpering as his release spurts inside you, slamming his cock as deep within you as he can get it as he does everything he can to not collapse on top of you. 

The three of you lay there, panting, exhausted, and sweaty as you come down from bliss together. Namjoon’s hands release your waist, caressing you and Jimin’s sides softly as he waits for you both to be cognizant. 

After a long moment, Jimin sits up, rubbing your back soothingly as he carefully pulls out of you and then lifts your hips off of Namjoon’s length, allowing all of their releases to spill out and dribble down onto Namjoon’s stomach. You lay there as Jimin gets off the bed and walks to the bathroom. You hear the sink running for a bit before it turns off again and Jimin returns to the room, climbing back onto the bed behind you.

“Shit, noona…” Jimin whines. You lift your head and look over your shoulder to see him staring at your center. “You look so good like this.” He leans over to the bedside table and grabs his phone. You hear the ‘click’ of the camera shutter and sit up.

“Jimin, really?”

“Mm, definitely saving that one for later.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to your shoulder before you feel the warmth of a damp washcloth on your center, delicately swiping up between your legs to clean you up. He helps you roll off of Namjoon onto your back on the bed, finishing you before moving onto wiping up Namjoon’s length, being careful not to arouse the black-haired boy again, but Namjoon is already half asleep, stretching as Jimin tugs the covers up over his elder’s body.

Jimin tosses the cloth into the laundry before sliding under the covers with you both, sandwiching you in the middle as he readjusts the straps of your silk dress back onto your shoulders, giving you one last kiss before snuggling up at your side.

“You okay?” He whispers in your ear, laying his arm across your waist. 

“Mm, just sleepy.” You nod, snuggling into him.

Namjoon rolls over toward you, his arm resting just below Jimin’s. “Merry Christmas my loves.” He mutters, eyes already closed. 

“Merry Christmas.” Jimin responds, giving you both a squeeze.

“Merry Christmas.” You echo, settling into their embraces and quickly drifting off to sleep.

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The next two days go about how you imagined they would. Namjoon’s heat is relentless this time, always needing three or four releases until he passes out for a few hours. You and Jimin take the downtime to rest and eat, not having time or energy for much else. When he wakes up he’s always ready to go immediately, and you and Jimin have both found yourselves bouncing in Namjoon’s lap as you force him to eat something. Anything while he fucks you. He tries, but his body is focused on one thing, and one thing only. 

During the latest rest period, you’re sitting on the couch, Namjoon’s head in Jimin’s lap as he sleeps. You and Jimin are exhausted to say the least, having both already gone head to head with his heat five times today. You run your fingers through Namjoon’s hair as your head rests on Jimin’s shoulder, humming along to the song playing on the tv when your phone goes off on the table next to you. You mindlessly reach over with your free hand as it dings again and pick it up, bringing the phone up to your face to find a few texts from Jin.

Jin (7:39 pm): hey Jin (7:40 pm): what time tomorrow? Jin (7:49 pm): do you want us to bring anything? Jin (7:50 pm): hello?

You turn to Jimin. “Hey did we invite Jin over for something tomorrow that I forgot about?”

“Not that I can think of?” Jimin whispers, not wanting to wake his sleeping elder. “Why?” You hold your phone out to him, showing him the conversation. “Huh, no I don’t remember saying anything.”

You pull the phone back and shoot Jin a response.

You (7:51 pm): Tomorrow?

It takes him no time at all to respond.

Jin (7:51 pm): Tomorrow. Jin (7:51 pm): You guys invited us over for dinner? Jin (7:52 pm): At least that’s what Kook told me?

“Dinner?” You look down at the sleeping boy next to you. “Joon invited them for dinner.” 

“Dinner?” Jimin repeats. “For what?”

“I don’t know. Is that okay, do you think? With his heat the way it is?”

Jimin thinks on this for a bit. “I’m not sure. I mean, if Namjoon invited them, he must think he can handle it, right?”

You sigh, running your fingers through Namjoon’s hair again, admiring his blissfully sleeping face, knowing he would give almost anything to be normal, especially when he’s in his heat. “I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

You (7:57 pm): Tomorrow then. 6ish? Bring dessert. Jin (7:58 pm): Dessert it is

You put your phone back on the table, turning your attention back to the tv when Namjoon shifts in Jimin’s lap, stretching his arms out as he wakes up, feeling you both next to him and giving your thigh a squeeze as he opens his eyes and looks up at you both. 

“What time is it?” He mumbles, rubbing his eyes. 

“Eight.” Jimin responds, brushing the black hair off Namjoon’s forehead. “Did you have a nice nap?”

Namjoon nods, smile still laced with sleep as he looks up at you. “I always sleep better when I’m next to-” He pauses, his ears flattening on his head. “Next to you…” He finishes, shaking his head. 

“What’s wrong Joonie?”

He sits up and looks around the room. “I don’t know. Something feels… off.”

“Off?” You and Jimin exchange a glance.

Namjoon nods. “Like an itch I can't scratch.” He stands up and immediately begins to pace around the room, sniffing, searching for the source of his discomfort. After a minute or so, he flops down onto the floor, a pout plastered on his face as he looks up at you both; ears flat, tail drooping.

You’ve only seen him like this one other time, near the start of your relationship, it was the first time you were introduced to Namjoon’s heats. It had been just the two of you, Jimin wasn’t in the picture yet, and Namjoon looked at you with that same sad face, much more frantic the first time it happened, unable to figure out what was wrong until you wrapped your arms tightly around him and gave him the thing he craved: comfort.

“Joon do you… Do you need to nest?”

“N-nest?” His ears perk up at this, his face flushing bright pink, but he can’t hide the way his tail betrays him, wagging at the thought. “I haven’t done that in so long…”

“Do you think it’s what you need? Is that the feeling?” You question. Namjoon thinks on this for a long moment before looking back up at the two of you and nodding. You quickly turn to Jimin. “Okay. Chim, can you go get the roll out beds from the closet?”

Jimin smiles, happy to help and disappears into the guestroom. You and Namjoon find all the blankets and pillows in the house, bringing them to the living room and depositing them in a pile on the floor. The three of you work quickly, moving the couches and tables out of the way before rolling out the mattresses on the floor in their place, creating a large base for Namjoon to work. 

It takes a bit, you and Jimin watching as Namjoon arranges things to his liking; situating every pillow and blanket to offer him maximum comfort, using the sides of the couches to create a barrier before he finally declares that he’s done, plopping down into the pile as you and Jimin walk over. You can only survey Namjoon’s work for a moment before he yanks the both of you down onto the floor with him, pulling you both close and snuggling down in between you, sighing softly with contentment. 

“Feel better?” You ask, wrapping your arms tightly around Namjoon.

“You were right, this was exactly what I needed.” Namjoon smiles warmly, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply. “Thank you, love.”

With the added comfort, Namjoon is rapidly pulled back into sleep, allowing you time to explain to Jimin about the last time this happened and what to expect before you both turn back to mindlessly watch tv, not knowing how long this nap is going to last. 

Not very long.

It’s only about thirty minutes before Namjoon wakes up again, stretching as his nose goes up in the air, inhaling deeply before turning to you, his hand slipping between your legs. 

“Joon-”

“You smell good, baby.” He growls, his fingers pushing your shorts to the side and slipping under your panties, swiftly dancing through your folds. 

You let out a soft sigh, unable to deny how good his fingers feel between your thighs. He dips them into your entrance, gathering your wetness for only a moment before pulling them back out and bringing his hand up to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick up the taste of you as he groans. 

In no time, Namjoon has pulled your shorts and underwear off and is laying on his stomach, arms hooked under your legs as his mouth finds your center, his plush lips sucking on the sensitive flesh before dragging his tongue across your clit. You throw your head back from the bolt of pleasure that surges up your spine, moaning at the feeling. Namjoon’s always been so good at eating you, taking pleasure in doing it, and knowing exactly which spots to hit, which buttons to press to get you worked up in no time at all. 

Jimin smirks at the two of you, scooting up to your side and guiding your lips to his; biting down on your bottom lip before deftly slipping his tongue into your mouth. Namjoon’s tongue wanders lower and Jimin’s hand slides up under your shirt, pinching your nipple at the same time Namjoon’s tongue finds your entrance, prodding into it as his nose grazes against your bud over and over. Your hands find purchase in Namjoon’s hair when he thrusts three fingers deep inside you, stretching your walls deliciously as his tongue makes its way back up to your clit, dragging the muscle across it until you’re panting with need. 

“Joon, fuck~” You whimper, breaking the kiss with Jimin as you tug the elder boy closer to your core, suddenly desperate for release. 

Jimin notices how far gone you already are and changes his target, moving down to sit on his knees behind Namjoon, tapping the boy’s hips to get them up for him. Namjoon obeys, lifting his hips and you watch through lidded eyes as Jimin pulls Namjoon’s boxers off. He tosses them to the side before slickening his fingers with spit and tracing them around Namjoon’s entrance, watching as it pulses eagerly to be filled. Jimin acquiesces, pushing two fingers past the resistance as Namjoon groans against you, sending vibrations through your nerves. 

Namjoon wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he rubs his fingers against the inside of your walls, finding that spot inside you that makes you melt and pressing against it relentlessly, having to hold your thighs down as he does. In a matter of seconds, you cum on his tongue, gripping his hair between your fingers until your knuckles turn white, your toes curling next to his head as your body shivers beneath him.

Namjoon coasts you through your orgasm, but as the feeling fades, he doesn’t stop, only lessening the strength of his mouth on you, making you whine loudly from overstimulation. He ignores you, and you sit up to protest just in time to see Jimin on his knees, his cock slick with lube as he presses it between Namjoon’s cheeks, filling him with his thick, throbbing length. 

Namjoon moans low and long, his mouth releasing you and his fingers stilling as Jimin fills him a little quicker than he probably should, but Namjoon seems to be relishing in the way Jimin slides inside of him, so you only watch, mouth agape with fascination as Jimin’s eyes squeeze shut, his hands finding Namjoon’s lower back as his hips smack against his elder’s ass. 

“S-shit hyung…” Jimin curses, his breathing heavy. 

Namjoon doesn’t respond, only grabbing your thighs and pulling you against his mouth again, groaning as his tongue dips back into your folds. 

“Joon~!” You squeak when you feel his fingers begin to pick up their pace again.

You sit up on your elbows, watching as Jimin leans over Namjoon, fucking him roughly. Your eyes flick down to Namjoon’s face between your legs, his eyes are closed as he ravishes you, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concentration as he drags his tongue up your slit. Namjoon whimpers into you when Jimin’s pace increases, knowing that neither of them are going to last much longer. 

“Joonie,” You whine, trying to lift his face to look at you. His eyes open and flick up to meet your gaze before pulling off you with a lewd slurp. “Fuck me…” 

Namjoon nods, looking over his shoulder at Jimin who heard your plea, and slowly pulls out of Namjoon, allowing him to sit up. You look down at his cock, hot and red with need and notice a puddle of his white release on the blanket under him, realizing that he’s already cum at least twice. He ignores it, simply scooting up between your thighs and leaning over you, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes his cock inside you. He goes slowly, agonizingly so, and when he seats himself inside you, you feel his hips twitch as he cums a third time, the squeeze of your walls too much for him today.

Namjoon stills himself and waits patiently for Jimin to reenter him, gasping as Jimin’s length stretches him open again. Namjoon immediately begins moving, fucking you and himself at a rapid, unforgiving pace as he matches the speed of Jimin’s hips against him. The room is filled with the loud squelching coming from between both your legs, along with the delicate, desperate moans coming from all three of you. 

Your body is drowning in pleasure as Namjoon brings his thumb down to circle your clit, his cock filling you perfectly over and over. Your head feels underwater, your mind only able to process the waves of pleasure as they surge through your body. It takes no time at all for your second orgasm to creep up, washing over you with a loud cry and pulling you into its embrace. You hear Namjoon curse above you, but you’re too wrapped up in your own bliss to think anything of it. 

Your core spasms around Namjoon’s length, forcing him into another orgasm as he slams his hips against you, burying himself to the hilt as he cums, his chest heaving with the effort before he collapses on top of you. Jimin isn’t far behind, falling into the domino effect as Namjoon tightens around him, bringing his orgasm up fast and slamming it into him as he fills Namjoon with his warmth. 

Jimin pulls out and collapses on the blankets next to you, panting heavily as he tries to bring his mind back to reality. Namjoon tries to get up but you pull him back to you for a sweet kiss before letting him. He very gingerly pulls out of you before stretching his arms above his head as you both sit up. You look down at the mess he made on the blankets before looking over at Jimin to see his breathing has finally returned to normal. You grab the dirtied blanket and stand up, making your way to the bathroom. You toss the soiled piece in the laundry basket before cleaning yourself up, careful of your sensitive folds, before grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water.

You make your way back out to the living room, to find your boys already snuggled together and Namjoon already fast asleep. You kneel down and gently wipe both of them up, getting a soft ‘thank you’ from Jimin as you walk back to the bathroom to dispose of the cloth and pull on a t-shirt. As you walk back into the living room, you can hear Jimin’s soft snores have joined Namjoon’s and you giggle to yourself, laying yourself down on Jimin’s free side and curling up to his body, pulling a blanket over the three of you before settling down to sleep.

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The next morning you wake up to the sounds of soft panting and someone holding back their moans, you open your eyes to see Jimin’s face buried in the sheets next to you, muffling the sounds of his whimpers as Namjoon pounds into him roughly from behind. Neither of them are looking at you, so you simply sit back and enjoy the show.

You’ve always loved watching the two of them together, but especially now, when they don’t know you’re paying attention, you focus on the little ways their bodies react to each other; Jimin’s hips pressing back against Namjoon, begging for more; and Namjoon’s hand placement, one on Jimin’s lower back, arching it for him while caressing the skin there, the other gripping Jimin’s waist firmly, occasionally letting go to place a harsh smack against his ass. 

You watch Namjoon’s hips still for the second time since you woke up and your gaze flicks up to his face, obsessed with the way his head falls back, his mouth open, a low groan vibrating from his chest as his hips start moving again within seconds. Jimin’s hands fist the blankets beneath him, crying out as Namjoon immediately returns to his rapid, almost brutal pace. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab Jimin’s length where it bounces between his legs. Jimin jolts, his head shooting up to find where the extra stimulus is coming from, and his glazed eyes meet yours, a whine falling from his parted lips. 

“N-noona…” He gasps. “I couldn’t- He wouldn’t wait, I’m sorry.”

You bring your free hand up to his face and cup his cheek. “It’s okay Chim, I know.”

Jimin only moans as a smack reverberates throughout the room, causing you to tighten your grip on his cock. You chance a glance up at Namjoon to see his eyes have opened and his heated gaze is currently trained on you, desire obvious on his features, panting heavily as he nears his final release. It doesn’t take much longer, a few more pumps and Namjoon comes undone, eyes rolling back in his head as he slams into Jimin, filling the blonde to the brim with his hot cum. 

“H-hyung!” Jimin pouts as Namjoon pulls out of him and collapses onto the makeshift bed next to him. “I was so close���”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Namjoon’s chest heaves as he speaks, eyes half closed. “I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

You grab some tissues from the pack you brought out last night and use them to wipe Namjoon up as sleep begins to claim him. “I’ll take care of him Joonie, you get some rest, okay? Breakfast when you get up.” Namjoon nods, rolling over and quickly falling asleep. “Come on Jimin, let’s take a shower.”

You stand and take Jimin’s hand, pulling him with you as you make your way back to the bedroom, but before you can lead him into the bathroom, Jimin stops, tugging you toward him as he shuts the bedroom door behind you. 

“Your turn.” He growls, tossing you onto the bed. 

“Jimin!” You giggle.

“Just a quick one?” He begs, his eyes pleading as he climbs on top of you, his cock still hard as ever. 

“I figured we’d do it in the shower, but here works too.” You relent, smiling at him. 

Jimin leans down and presses his lips against yours as he settles himself between your legs, his length brushing your folds, already soaked from watching their display. He makes quick work of your t-shirt, tossing it on the floor as he finds your entrance, swallowing the gasp that leaves your mouth as he stretches you open. 

“Jimin~” You whimper as he holds himself still inside you, a smirk on his face as his lips move to your neck, sucking on the sweet spot just below your ear as his hips begin to move.

Jimin fucks you slowly, sensually, hitting every spot inside you that makes you weak, his mouth constantly moving from your neck to your shoulder, and then back to your lips, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he can reach as he pushes into you over and over, lighting up your nerves like sparks. 

In no time at all, your head is reeling from the pleasure he provides, his thick cock filling you just right with every thrust. You’re keening into his every touch, your body rapidly hurtling you towards your high in a matter of minutes. Jimin’s soft moans quickly get higher and higher, alerting you that he’s right there with you, feeling everything that your body feels as the two of you simply can’t get enough of each other. 

A few more well placed thrusts, coupled with his lips moving against yours again, and your bodies come undone, your highs surrounding you with bliss as you moan each other’s names. You feel Jimin’s warmth fill you as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, his breathing as heavy as your own. The two of you lay like this for a while, tangled together as you relish in this unusually soft moment. Neither of you usually have time for anything like this during Namjoon’s heats, used to the older boy’s rough and needy pace, but you both needed it. 

Jimin carefully pulls out, placing one last kiss against your lips as he sits back on his knees with a sigh, smiling down at your flushed body. He holds his hand out to you, and you take it, allowing him to pull you up off the bed with him and tug you into the bathroom. He starts the shower and you both hop in, quickly cleaning yourselves up and sudsing down your tired bodies. You discuss what to make for dinner, and decide to send Jimin to the store to get ingredients while you take care of Namjoon.

When you’re clean, you both dress and Jimin heads to the store. You walk back out into the living room to see Namjoon is still fast asleep. You lay down next to him and snuggle up to his side, brushing his hair out of the way as you admire his sleeping face. You feel bad, knowing his heat must really be taking its toll on him if he’s sleeping this much in between. You sigh and turn on the tv, enjoying the peaceful moment while it lasts. 

After about an hour, Namjoon stirs, his eyes fluttering open as his grip tightens around you, pulling you close.

“Hi there.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“Hi baby.” He mumbles, sniffing the air, still not fully awake. “Where’s Jimin?”

“Store,” You state. “We needed a few things for tonight.”

“Tonight?” Namjoon stretches as he sits up. 

“Yeah, for dinner.” You explain. “Apparently you invited Jin and Jeongguk over.”

“Jin?” Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “That’s tonight? It’s the 28th already?”

“Time flies when all you do is sleep. And fuck.” You joke, standing up and walking over to the kitchen. “Are you going to be okay or should we cancel?”

“I-I’ll be fine.” Namjoon nods, following close behind you. “I’ll be good.” He adds, knowing what you’re worried about.

“I know you will, Joonie.” You open the fridge and search its contents. “Speaking of, what is this dinner for anyway?”

“Well… I just wanted to be nice, I guess.”

“Mm.” You eye him carefully. “So this has nothing to do with you wanting to sleep with Jeongguk?”

“What?” Namjoon bursts. “N-not really, why would you think that?”

“I’m just asking.” You shrug. “Now, breakfast? Or, well,” You look at the clock on the stove. “Lunch?”

“I can think of one thing I want to eat.” Namjoon growls, grabbing your waist.

You smack his hands away. “Nope.”

“What?” He pouts, reaching for you again.

“After you eat. If you’re going to behave tonight I need you to eat something first.”

Namjoon narrows his eyes at you before he rolls them. “Fine.” 

“Good boy.”

You make a quick lunch for the two of you and have him sit at the table as he eats. When he’s done, you also make him go take a shower, knowing this might be the only time he can take one undistracted before your guests arrive. He relents, quickly making his way to the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and relax in the nest, scrolling on your phone as you wait for him to come back. 

When he’s done, he walks back into the living room and flops down next to you in the makeshift bed, pulling you close to him and nuzzling his face into your neck. He doesn’t try anything for a bit, enjoying just being next to you and watching a movie. 

Halfway through the movie, however, his hands start to wander, caressing your waist and breasts before he slides a hand between your legs, fingers pressing lightly against your folds as you feel his length start to poke at your back. You roll over in his arms and push his back down against the blankets, tugging his boxers down before seating yourself between his legs and taking his length in your hand, giving the base a tight squeeze before beginning to stroke him. 

Namjoon’s head falls back at your touch, moaning lowly as you provide him with the relief he craves. You lean down, your elbows on either side of his hips and take his tip into your mouth, sucking harshly on it as your hand continues to squeeze him. Namjoon gasps, his hips bucking up as you sink your mouth down slowly, enveloping him with your lips until you have the entirety of his length in your throat. 

Just as you swallow around him, you hear the front door open, and as you repeat the motion, causing Namjoon to whimper, Jimin comes up the stairs, his hands full of grocery bags. 

“Oh my god…” Jimin groans at the sight before him, nearly dropping the bags. You shoot him a wink, pulling off Namjoon. 

“Can you get everything started?” You ask, stroking Namjoon roughly. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Jimin nods, cursing under his breath as he walks into the kitchen. 

You turn your attention back to Namjoon, wrapping your lips around his tip again and flicking your tongue against the underside of his head, digging it into the sensitive spot just below his ridge as he gasps, his hands lacing in your hair as he holds your head still. You feel his release paint your tongue and swallow before sinking down lower, enjoying the whimper that leaves his mouth as you do. 

“One… One more.” Namjoon gasps, already panting. 

“Mm.” You acknowledge him, your mouth never leaving his length as you begin to bob your head up and down, dragging your tongue along his underside as you do.

Namjoon guides your movements, his hands never leaving your hair as he directs you, shallow at first, then deeper and deeper until he buries himself in the back of your throat, holding himself there for several seconds before he allows you to pull back and breathe, a string of saliva connecting you to his length as your lungs gasp for breath. 

“Shit…” Namjoon grunts at the sight of you before pulling you back toward him, immediately thrusting into your throat and holding himself there, repeating this process over and over, barely giving you time to breathe in between, too wrapped up in the tightening of your throat around him. 

You bring a hand up to fondle his balls and that’s what finally sends him over the edge, his hot cum spurting down your throat as he ruts himself against your face, milking the feeling for as long as he can before his body relaxes against the blankets with a sigh.

You pull off of him, licking your lips and swallowing any remaining cum before sitting back on your knees, admiring the shell of a man beneath you. “Good?” You ask.

Namjoon nods, already curling up in the blankets and pillows. “Thank you baby.” He mutters. You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek before leaving him to rest and getting up to join Jimin in the kitchen; trying to prepare yourself for one hell of a night that awaits you.

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RM / KIM NAMJOON Fic Recs (I)

M - Mature (minors DNI) / F - Fluff / A - Angst / HpE - Happy Ending

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The Stand-In - one-shot, 13.5K - by @yoonia - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

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s u g a r - one-shot, 10.8K - by @joonberriess - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE

rivals academia - one-shot, 4.2K - by @aseaofyoongi - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / HpE

Love Language - one-shot, 14K - by @rmnamjoons - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Castaways - one-shot, 25.5K - by @rmnamjoons - this one is absolute GOLD -> M / A / F / HpE

all aboard! (the passion express) - one-shot, 10.8K - by @ve1vetyoongi - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE

Inside My Mind - one-shot, 19.2K - by @jimlingss - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE

His Majesty - one-shot, 9.6K - by @yoonieper - full Masterlist -> M / A / minor F / HpE

Dragonfire - one-shot, 7.3K - by @hamsterclaw - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE

obsessed - one-shot, 13.8K - by @namjuicyy - full Masterlist - really read the trigger warnings for this one please, it's not for everyone (it's brilliant tho) -> M / A / F / HpE

Untitled - one-shot, 16K - by @ahundredtimesover - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE

Dino-Mite - one-shot, 34.7K - by @chimcess - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Cherry Muffins and Lavender Tea - one-shot, 8.1K - by @roses-ruby - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE

English literature - one-shot, 7.6K - by @tayegi - full Masterlist - this one also has a sequel, be sure to check it out as well -> M / F / HpE

glasses-clad boy - one-shot, 10K - by @jeongi - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE

Love Borrowed - one-shot, 7K - by @goldenkookietae - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Love is Blind - one-shot, 7.4K - by @helenazbmrskai - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

the snow globe effect - one-shot, 10K - by @gukyi - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE

there was a bug - one-shot, 7K - by @kimnjss - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

[persphonesorchid]

Minisode: Namjoon

Notes: Oh to be in Namjoon's bubble 😔

Minisodes Masterlist

Namjoon is a fast reader. When he picks up a book it's hard to get him to put it down, he'd read it all day if you don't remind him to rest his eyes a bit. He'd do everything with one hand and the book in the other. He reads quickly, and then would spend hours mulling over the text, picking them apart, finding what makes them look and sound they way they do. He can get lost in there, in his head, in a book; far gone.

Even now, he sits just across from you, one hand absently tracing patterns against your thigh, the other holding a book.

He flips a page and you watch with rapt attention, watching the way his eyes rove over the words, and if you focus hard enough you could almost see them floating off the page to be absorbed by him.

You're content to sit there, in his bubble but not intruding, letting him be while being in his space. He does the same for you.

The TV was just background noise, a soft murmur that didn't even distract him. You're content to simply watch. Sit there, curled up against the other arm of the couch, swaddled in a sweater of his, watching every emotion flicker across his face as he feels them.

Sometimes there's a little furrow in his brow when he comes across something he doesn't understand, the minute tilt of his head when it boggles his mind and then the reset. The light in his eyes when he finds something that sparks his interest, the crinkles in the corners of them when he's found something that tickles him just right.

You catch his glance, the kind of awkward one he does when he wants to say something but doesn't know how to go about it. You watch him slide his bookmark from the back of his book and between the pages he's paused on.

He turns to face you, a dimpled smile curling the corners of his mouth. He takes off his glasses and blinks hard twice, leaning over to set it carefully down on the glass coffee table before he's in your bubble. He pats your butt and you scoot forward, allowing him room to settle behind you. There's a bit of shuffling - you had to turn to face him - a bit of giggling - the couch was barely big enough to accommodate you both like this. You and Namjoon make it work, even if it took a bit for him to get comfortable, both of you wrapped in eachother and you let him ramble on about his book.

He could go on for hours if you let him, and even if some of the things he brings up hardly makes sense to you sometimes, you're content to simply lay there. Listen to him talk and talk about his interests because he interests you, and you try to understand with him.

Content to be there in his bubble.

[mykoreanlove]

my only one

Your engagement party was a full blast - the pittoreske venue was filled with the people you loved most. Everybody was dancing, drinking and celebrating your upcoming wedding.

You had been shaking firm hands and giving out heartfelt hugs all night long, so you snuck out onto the balcony to take a break.

The balcony was covered in golden fairy lights, slightly illuminating the breathtaking view in front of you.

You didn’t turn around as you noticed the door open, you had a gut feeling who it would be.

Strong arms hugged you from behind and a raspy voice whispered in your ear - your home had found you.

„Hey“, he whispered, „you okay?“

You nodded silently and grabbed his arm, squeezing lightly.

„Am now“, you smiled.

Namjoon chuckled and hid his face in the crook of your neck, resting silently for a moment or two.

„You know… you can still say no.“, he stated nervously.

You laughed out loud, filling his ear with the vibration of your amusement.

„Now why would I do that?“

Namjoon hugged you even tighter, merging into one once more.

„So you really mean it, huh?“

„Joon, you’re stuck with me. Forever.“

„Forever? Really?“

„Yes, you dumbass, forever. Were you really doubting?“

He let out a deep sigh, as if he was finally releasing the anxiety he carried in his heart.

„It’s just that sometimes I feel like this is too good to be true. You’re too good to be true, y/n.“

You pushed his head back gently and turned around, looking up into his saddened eyes.

„Listen up, big boy. I love you and you love me. It’s supposed to feel this good.“

You saw his cheeks redden, as he averted his gaze embarrassed. You reached for his big hands and squeezed them as tightly as you could.

„I’m not running away, Joon. I know you are the one for me.“

He turned to face you and smiled warmly.

„The one?“

Namjoon was a confident man, taking extreme pride in his talents and intellect but the slightest doubt could turn him into an anxious mess. Especially if the doubt was about you.

You nodded cheerfully, while making your point.

„When did you realize?“

„Pretty early on“, you said and turned around again, observing the beautiful landscape in front of you.

„Hey, wait. Tell me when! Please, y/n“, he whined into your ear as his arms found your waist again.

You let your head fall back against his broad chest and smiled, remembering those days fondly.

„Do you remember when we first met? How we used to be?“

He nodded.

„We were inseparable back then, always hanging out with each other or calling or texting. It felt like we were obsessed with getting to know each other“, you mused happily.

„That didn’t change“, he said as he left soft kisses on your neck.

„One time when we were on the phone we had a conversation that sealed the deal for me. From then on I just knew that I would marry you some day.“

„What did I say, baby?“

„Oh god, I can actually quote it. How lame am I?“, you laughed embarrassed.

„The lamest. But I love you for that“, he chuckled against your skin. „Now tell me.“

„You said you were proud of me. It was super random and I didn’t understand why. I had to ask for clarification.“, you reminisced.

„Wait, I remember that call.“

You stayed silent for a second, replaying the situation in your mind.

„I am proud of you because you’re doing so great, y/n. Eating your veggies. Drinking your water. Taking your vitamins. Going for walks. Taking care of your mind. Staying positive. That deserves all my proud, y/n.“, you quoted him.

Namjoon stood quietly behind you, already knowing where this was going.

„I didn’t tell you at the time but I was facing a lot of shit. A lot of heavy stuff that made my life a living hell. And I was not doing fine. At all. Taking care of myself, even the simplest things, were a heavy burden to me. But I was trying my best and yet somehow you caught that.“

You turned around once more and looked into his loving eyes, stroking his cheek as you exclaimed your love for him.

„You didn’t need me to articulate my pain. You just knew. It’s like you saw right through me and decided to stay anyway. To give me my time to come to you instead of pressuring me into telling you.“

Namjoon‘s eyes were filled with tears as he listened closely, this was the first time you ever spoke about it that candidly.

„You sensed the war within me and provided me with peace. To me, Joonie, there’s no greater act of love. And I promise to return that love every single day. If you let me.“

Namjoon wiped away the tears hastily, but you stopped him.

You reached up to him and kissed him, tasting his salty tears on his sweet lips. In this moment you were sure that this wouldn’t be the last time for salty kisses but you didn’t mind. As long as you got him by your side, you were good.

Your Joon. Your home. Your only one.

[littlemisshyperfixation]

Namjoon Fic Recommendations

a - angst f - fluff s - smut

One Shots

Good To Me (a f s) by @httpjeon ⊹₊⋆ club ardor holds a special raffle for a free night with a man who will supposedly be the boyfriend of your dreams. you definitely don’t expect to win.

a word from our sponsors (a s f) by @ugh-yoongi ⊹₊⋆ you’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it.

baby fever (f) by @95rkives ⊹₊⋆ 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.

Dom Daddy Joon (s) (ft. Jungkook) by @joonsmagicshop ⊹₊⋆ When Namjoon catches you doing something you aren't supposed to be doing he decides to punish you, and lets his maknae join in on the fun

new guy (s) by @kithtaehyung ⊹₊⋆ all you want to do is have a successful meeting after experiencing dwindling attendance. but the new guy is completely disrupting things... or is he?

all night (s) (ft. yoongi) by @axigailxo ⊹₊⋆ in which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends namjoon and yoongi in the studio turns into much more

Pheromones (s) by @rmnamjoons ⊹₊⋆ As the botanist on a deep-space exploration vessel, you’ve seen your fair share of weird and unexplainable. This large pink alien flower you and your crew picked up on one of the outer terraformed mining planets, however, might just take the cake. You’re pretty sure it’s fine, but you’ve been ordered to study the plant and determine whether or not it’s safe for humans to be around, and you’re having trouble discerning what exactly is inside the alien flower’s bulb that just refuses to bloom. Namjoon — the captain of your ship and the man you’ve been secretly in love with since first joining the Galactic Academy — is eager to help you any way he can, but just as love begins to bloom, so does the alien flower.

love.fm (a f) by @ugh-yoongi ⊹₊⋆ you know three things for certain: jeon jeongguk will do anything to inconvenience you, kim seokjin is an absolute bastard for putting you in charge of the station’s holiday show, and you’ve got a lot of regrets about the way your relationship ended. however, you also know spending the last two years on your own has done you some good. you’ve got a new haircut, an apartment with a bay window, and a rescue dog.

there’s also the stranger who keeps writing into the station about regrets of their own. the stranger whose prose feels so familiar. the stranger who leaves you wondering if things with your ex are quite as resolved as you think.

Embrace (s f) by @rmnamjoons ⊹₊⋆ You and Namjoon have been best friends for years, and you’ve been secretly in love with him basically the entire time. You both love cuddling and being close, much to the amusement of your friends, but to you, being with Namjoon like this means everything. You’ve always believed that Namjoon didn’t feel the same way as you, no matter how much you wanted him to, but maybe there is actually something else behind Namjoon’s cuddles, other than just innocent friendship.

Love Language (s f) by @rmnamjoons ⊹₊⋆ Exactly one year before one meets their soulmate, their love’s first words spoken to them appear as a tattoo on their wrist. When Namjoon’s tattoo appears, however, it’s not of words, but of the most beautiful set of eyes he’s ever seen.

Merry Kissmass (s f) by @taleasnewastime ⊹₊⋆ Thunder and Lightning, very, very frightening, well, that statement has never been truer than now. Sat in a cabin in the middle of the woods, in the middle of a storm, alone. It’s the worst decision you’ve ever made, why didn’t you just go to that spa as a Christmas treat? Why did you come here? And just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse there’s a banging at the door. Pretty sure it’s a murderer, you stupidly see who’s there only to be met with a dimple filled smile, and a very large, very damp man. Well, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

Castaways (a f s) by @rmnamjoons ⊹₊⋆ You’ve always hated the ocean. Open water terrifies you, and you stay as far away from it as possible for self-preservation and peace of mind. Despite this, your friend somehow convinces you to go on a luxury cruise with her, her boyfriend Hoseok, and Hoseok’s nerdy friend Namjoon, who’s almost cute enough to distract you from your debilitating fears. When a sudden storm hits, however, you and Namjoon are swept overboard and find yourselves castaway on a desert island somewhere in the vast South Pacific.

[teenytinyjimin]

too sweet (k. namjoon)

i’d rather take my whiskey neat,

my coffee black and my bed at three

you’re too sweet for me,

you’re too sweet for me.

summary: in which kim namjoon is their husband. nothing more, nothing less. their beautiful, delightful, wonderful husband.

pairing: namjoon x reader

word count: 1.1k

tags: genderless main character, get over it. domestic!joon, incredibly loving!joon, domestic fluff for sure, marriage!au

warnings: none, maybe some strong/sexual language here and there

author’s note: this hozier song makes me think of domestic 9-to-5 namjoon so hardcore it’s painful </3 pls enjoy

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

“Shit,” Namjoon breathes out, throwing his head back and running his hands through his hair. It wasn’t uncommon that he found himself overwhelmed by his workload, but when these times came, they were unpleasant nonetheless. His impeccable work ethic and work mentality was something truly admirable because he would often get through these moments with ease, but even he himself could admit that it was sometimes too much to handle.

He stared blankly at the computer screen in front of him. His brilliant mind had unfortunately started an automatic system shutdown, so there was no way that he’d be able to finish what he was working on today. Glancing at the clock on the wall in front of him, which read 10:23pm, he sighed. Yep, it’s not going to happen. He was more than happy with admitting defeat and engulfing himself into the arms of his waiting spouse.

As he wandered out of his home office and into the living room, he saw his partner sat on the couch, cuddled up in blankets and focused on the movie they were watching on the tv. He approached the couch and took his spot next to them, manspreading and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt in the process.

“You’re done early,” His partner said softly, bringing a hand to his hair and brushing it adoringly. Namjoon sighed, closing his eyes and allowing himself to melt under his spouse’s touch. “Didn’t finish. Was too much.”

“Oh. ‘M sorry,” They frowned in response. “Let me go get you something to drink. What sounds good love?” Namjoon looked over to his partner, his eyes glazed with adoration. That was something he’d always love about them - they knew how to make him feel loved and appreciated through the small things. “Would you make me some tea, darling? The way you make it?” He asks softly, bringing a hand to their cheek to trace it gently. “I love the way you make it.”

A blush crept to his lover’s cheeks as they shyly nodded. Years of marriage down the road and Namjoon never failed to make them absolutely swoon over him. It was the Namjoon charm, a blessing and a curse all at the same time. They pressed a soft kiss to his temple before standing up and heading over to the kitchen to start boiling the water.

“What are you watching?” Namjoon calls from the couch. The truth is that he hasn’t yet looked at the television screen because the only thing he wants to look at is his breathtaking partner. The partner that he was lucky enough to marry, so was damn well going to take advantage of his luck by looking at them as much as humanely possible.

“Oh, just some animal documentary. I was trying to find something that I could fall asleep to just in case you were working extra late.” They called back in response. “Love, is decaf okay for you? Wanna make sure that you sleep well tonight.”

“Mm. Decaf is perfect. Thank you for looking out for me, dear.” At this point, Namjoon had moved from his spot on the couch to right behind his partner in the kitchen and snaked his strong arms around their waist. Resting his head on their shoulder, he closed his eyes and let out a hum. “You’re the best.”

“Is this why you married me?” They responded, letting out a small giggle. “For my tea-making abilities?”

Namjoon pulled back slightly, enough to where he could gently spin his lover around to face him. He rolled his eyes and shrugged dramatically. “Maybe a little bit. But also because you’re impossibly beautiful. And extreeemely sexy…” He trailed off, burying his face into their neck and letting his big hands start to roam.

“Kim Namjoon!” They scolded with a laugh, playfully pushing him off of them. “Stop it. Let me make your tea.” While they absolutely loved the feeling of their husband being all over them, they weren’t necessarily in the mood to entertain it. Let’s be honest, it’s almost eleven at night and they would’ve been asleep had it not been for Namjoon giving up on his work for the night.

“Oh right, you were making tea for me. Sorry, got a little distracted,” Namjoon joked, earning a playful swat from his partner. Allowing them to have a little space to do what they needed to do to make the tea, he backed off a little and decided to lean against the counter. “You know I love you, right?”

“You tell me every day. Multiple times a day,” They hum in response pulling out a spoon to stir the tea. “And I love you too, Joon.” Hearing the words come out of their mouth was music to his ears. A dimpled smile crept onto his face as he shyly looked away. “Jokes aside, I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

“Probably be some boring, disgruntled businessman. I keep you from being an absolute robot,” His lover reminds him without missing a beat. “Not to boost my ego or anything.”

“No no, you’re right. Without you I’d probably be nothing except for my work.” With a smile on their face, they hand Namjoon the cup of tea and he smiles in return, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to their lips. “I know I already said this, but you’re the best.”

“I know I am,” They joked, reaching up to steal a second kiss from their husband. “Let me know if it’s missing anything. I tried to make it with extra love but got a little distracted so I might’ve missed something.”

Namjoon smiles softly as he takes a grateful sip of the tea. He stands in silence for a second as he ponders the taste of the tea, but very quickly comes back with a verdict. “It’s absolutely perfect. Just like you.”

“Good.” His lover blushes, satisfied with his reply. “Well, the least you could do is give me an extra kiss for my troubles.”

He raises an eyebrow as a smirk creeps to his face. “I’m not sure you wanna do that, darling. You know I’m more than capable of absolutely drowning you in my kisses.”

His spouse turns around, back facing him, and shrugs. “Maybe that’s what I want…” They trail off, beginning to walk away from him. Practically throwing his cup of tea onto the counter, Namjoon reaches out and grabs his partner back, pulling them into his arms and kissing them over and over.

As the night comes to an end in the Kim household, all that can be heard is a chorus of laughter coming from a married couple that never truly left the honeymoon stage.

[kyph3r]

BOYFRIEND NAMJOON HCS ♡

paring: bf!namjoon x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

AN: my first post 😭😭😭 hopefully people like this!! also this is like barely edited so if there are any grammar mistakes i'm so sorry

SFW HCS-

• when you guys first start dating it's kinda awkward, but as time goes by he gets better

• loves going on dates with you, favorite places to go would definitely be the museum or just a stroll around a park, loves being in your presence

• sitting down and having long drawn out conversations would also be something he enjoys, probably one of the reasons you got together

• his confession was probably a scramble of words, him cutting himself off and stuttering until you grabbed him and said you felt the same way

• will accidentally just sit and stare at you, no conversation at all and be very embarrassed when you catch him

• “joonie, is there something on my face, why are you staring at me like that?” “oh uh there's nothing on your face, i was just zoning out” and his face is beet red

• after all of the awkwardness he becomes very flirty and bold, it kinda knocks you off guard

• will come up to you and flirt just to see you get flustered, finds it very amusing

• loves using pet names, baby and princess being his favorites, but when he hears you calling him something sweet, a part of him melts

• the word baby comes out your mouth and suddenly he's blushing, kicking his feet in the air like a schoolgirl

• has a jealous streak, if someone looks at you for a second too long he's immediately pulling you closer to him

• not very fond of pda but if he sees someone interested in you or if he is just too needy he'll give you little pecks or put his arm around your waist

• he's just such a gentleman, doing all the basic stuff like giving you his jacket, holding the door open for you, pulling your chair out, it's very endearing

NSFW HCS-

• kinda perverted, you could do be doing the most mundane thing like stretching and he'd already be getting hard

• was very embarrassed about this in the first stages of you guys dating but once he saw that you were just as needy for him his whole attitude changed

• definitely a dom, but focused more on your pleasure than anything else

• likes saying nasty stuff in your ear like “you were just made to take it, huh?” and “listen to yourself, already dumb and i'm not even close to being finished with you” and watching your reaction

• likes getting on top of you and caging you in with his arms, thinks it's cute that you have nowhere else to look but at him

• but also really likes you being on top of him, watching you struggle to ride him and get yourself off, it always ends with him grabbing your hips and doing it for you

• secretly likes making you all worked up and desperate, he’ll walk in before he has to go somewhere and whisper dirty things in your ear, grabbing your hips and kissing all over you, then just leave like he didn't just make you insanely horny

• he always makes it up to you though by fucking you into the mattress when he gets back dw

• always gets harder when you start whining and begging for him, he hears you moan “joonie it's not enough, i need it inside, faster!” and he snaps, folding you in half

• is definitely the type to moan and groan, especially when he's close

• he'll let out little choked noises and start saying the sweetest things in your ears, totally different from the way he's pounding in to you

• while he is usually very rough, he knows when to take it easier on you and can always flip the switch from domineering to caring

• you tell him you've had a rough day and he'll do whatever he can to make you feel better, whether that be eating you out until you forget about what happened or slowly making love to you

• aftercare with him is always sweet, he's always gentle with handling you and will whisper thank yous into your ear until you fall asleep

[hoseoksluna]

HEAVEN-SENT | knj

pairing: idol!friend!namjoon x f. reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.8k

summary: when a certain bad experience with a guy makes you run to namjoon, he heals you and changes you once and for all.

warnings: lack of willful consent in a way, crying, religion, smoking (namjoon smokes a cig, reader vapes), the context of this fic is of sexual relations though none are described, heavy daddy issues.

note: after i sat down to write last chapter of berries, i discovered that i simply couldn't because of what happened to me this week. there was nothing left for me to do, but to run to namjoon in my head and let him heal me. yes, unfortunately, the events that i wrote about in this fic happened to me. the dream, i had it last night. and the consolation in the form of words in the fic, i constructed it from everything my friends told me. to be honest, i feel deeply healed. i finished it in two hours or so and i feel so much better. now, like the reader i put myself into, i'm gonna take a shower and wash everything away. i'll be able to write berries after that. i love you, guys. sorry, if this is triggering in any way. i just needed to get it out.

“I think I heard… God in that dream.” 

Your words create a wisp of tenderness in the air. Saddened, moist with the tears that sting in the back of your eyes. The sun of the summer has descended, hid beneath the city—and you feel as though the same occurred in your life, despite the fact you’re being held by someone who holds the skyscrapers and the manufactured greenery in between like a burden on his shoulders and could easily stop its departure if only he looked up to the heavens with puppy eyes. 

God would’ve nodded. Flicked his fingers. The source of light and warmth would’ve paused, stared down on you, shone a little more mercifully. Beckon you out to breath in the fresh air, breathe in the protectiveness you find yourself to be in the middle of. 

God protected you from a boy who had different intentions from you, led you into the arms of a man who’s able to take your pain and transform it into an eternal artwork of beauty and importance. A harmonious poetry, mixed with English and Korean, flooded with colors akin to the ones your eyes would stumble across on a field of wildflowers. 

It’s where you are right now. No blanket, just the soil, the blossoms, the warmth from Namjoon’s body, your bruised knees and rawly abraded elbows—your injury from earlier that the boy feignedly kissed, but didn’t care much about. A means to get you into bed, nothing else. A banana vape in your fist while Namjoon holds his cigarette backwards, shielding the smoke with his palm, even though you’ve told him multiple times that you didn’t mind it. 

You smoked so much of them with him within the hours you spent here and didn’t receive any sort of alleviation from it that you grew a certain distaste for it in your mouth. Settled for the sweetness of your vape. Enjoyed it as much as you enjoyed Namjoon’s closeness and a sense of safety that he radiated as he let you rest your head on his clavicle, leaning his entire weight on just one hand, and nothing else. 

So unlike the boy, who would’ve kissed your feet if you let him take the endeavor further like he wanted. 

You were on a first date with a boy you didn’t even know for a week. With a boy who stuck his tongue down your throat. Almost fondled the most private parts of your body, had you not stopped him. And who didn’t drive you home after. 

The prose of the shallow, insolent face of a young male, who didn’t want to be provided with your love and empathy, who kissed you to shut you up, in fact. And the demons of your brokenness, conspired with your father complex, manipulated you into believing that he was moved by it, rather than repulsed by it as his only objective was getting you comfortable enough so you willingly give over something that doesn’t belong to him. 

Your purity. Your private parts. Your femininity. 

Two days later after the date, you had a dream. While you slept beside your best friends who spent the night smoking with you on the stairs outside of their apartment, helping you realize the truth—popping your bubble of pink vapor gained from the kiss and the male attention you’ve always had so little of. Many dreams swam past your sleeping consciousness, but only one resurfaced upon waking up. 

A large beige room; a man standing in the middle of it as he made your bed while you stood clutching your pajamas to your broken, dejected form. You were looking at him, regarding him from head to toe. From his shortly cut, blond hair, to his broad shoulders and toned, muscular arms that would lift you without blinking. From the tank top he wore, to the dark shorts. And once you viewed the same bruises on his body that were on yours, concealed from his sight and awareness, you heard a gentle voice inside your heart. A voice, entwined with the purest form of love, which told you that this was the man you were supposed to be with, not the boy you were seeing. 

You listened to the voice, obeyed it in a way that you didn’t quite understand—silently, tenderly. While you internally quivered in fear in regards to the male species. You were frightened of the man who was taking care of you—not because of who he was or what he potentially had done or would have done, but because of a very simple reason. 

He was a man. 

And you didn’t trust them. 

Not anymore. 

Namjoon was different. Namjoon was a man who was your friend for the longest time. A poet who nurtured his life. Who viewed the world’s secret poetry and sought it in every way he could. He was as much like you as you were like him. But you weren’t his and he wasn’t yours. 

It wasn’t written in the prosaic constitution of this wretched world; and never will be. 

He’s not the man in the dream. 

He never made your bed, although he would if you needed it. But his heart doesn’t belong to love. It is tied to the arts; tied to the people he takes care of, works hard for. His heart belongs to his voice. 

And his voice was silenced in deep indignation when you told him what happened to you. He’s known you for years; he’s known of your lack of manliness in your life—has supported it for as long as he’s walked beside you. Wrote you poems about how perhaps that’s what life is. Aloneness and the arts, the heartbreak if it crawls inside and what you do with it after. You’ve read them, worshiped them, obeyed them, even though your need for love always persisted within you. 

And it led you here. Back to him, needing his poems, although now your deeper brokenness asks for his recitation. 

But he’s still silent. 

Not silent to your pain, however. Not silent to the tornado in your sternum that makes you pause between your words due to its intensity. That makes you look at the leaves of the grass instead of the earth within the pools of his eyes. But you can feel the strength of his indignation that is mightier than the whirlwind in your bones. And it’s warm, so terribly warm, growing warmer the longer he looks at you, in spite of the lowering of the heat of the sun and the evening sweeping past the field, the coldness of the soil as if it never had been touched by that heat. 

Like you, almost. 

“I think it was him who told me that,” you continue, brushing your thumb over your yellowing bruise upon your knee from your injury. “It’s why I remember the dream so vividly. Why it made me never want to see the guy again. Why it suddenly made me understand why my friends reacted the way they did when I told them what happened.” 

You believe it, and nothing could cover your belief due to its force—its quiet, tender force that graces you with a little bit of strength to be here with him, to be able to share it with him with the said understanding and calmness, calmness so akin to nothingness. 

How delightful it is, that state of emotions. 

You feel as though you’re telling the story of another person. Perhaps Namjoon has done it in you by letting you talk without interrupting like your friends did. They outburst so colorfully and it made you feel so small and so stupid. Namjoon did no such thing—through his silence he put great meaning into your story. 

And it feels nice. More than nice. You appreciate it with the little you’re able to feel towards a man. 

“Why did you let him kiss you again?” Namjoon asks, softly, breaking that nearly long season of his silence with the kind of gentleness that only he’s capable of. 

He must be a different breed, you conclude. One you’ll never have the opportunity to know, intimately. 

Your mouth rounds in a faint pout because you know your answer, and sheepishly you camouflage it by taking a puff of your vape, expecting the banana flavor to give you the courage you need in order to say it. 

You hear Namjoon follow you suit, sucking on the bud of his cigarette before he puts it out in yours and his makeshift ashtray—a bottle of water that you both drank. The hiss and the dying out drives you quicken your scrambling of bravery and you don’t really know where that vague sense of impatience comes from. 

Namjoon is anything but impatient. 

You sigh, taking another puff, blowing it into the wind, watching it where it takes it to. Wish you were taken elsewhere, too. By an invisible hand that means well. Take you to a place of joy and respect, of devotion and care. 

You wonder if a place like this exists, at all. 

“Because…” you trail off, the tornado in you thickening, threatening your calmness and you can’t stop the blooming of your pout, the deepening of it, either. “Because it was my first real kiss with a guy and I wanted experiences like that. I wanted to live. I wanted to have what everyone else has so easily.” 

A beat of silence. The tornado enlarges. And you feel as though you were in the middle of it, not the other way around. The raw truth, you’ve said it. Thank God you said it to a person that knows he must handle it with care. It’s the reason why you ran to him. Why you invariably do. 

“But he didn’t have your consent. He didn’t ask for it, so he didn’t have it. He just grabbed your head and kissed you. And because you wanted experiences doesn’t mean he had your consent.” 

You furrow your brows, out of step with him. “It was me who kissed him at one point. I even bit his lip.” 

For some reason, your uttered words cause you to look at him. With his arms wrapped around his knees and hands interlocked, he scowls. His scrunched brows cast a shadow upon his marble face, upon the thin line of his tightly pressed lips, and you fear you did something wrong. 

“Did you kiss him because you wanted to kiss him or did you kiss him because you wanted experiences?” 

That question shocks you and you can’t speak. You swivel your head back in shame, tipping it, and you twiddle your thumbs, the answer raw and obvious, out in the open without needing any transportation of words.

You felt comfortable with the guy. Had chemistry with him that would run deeper if you were on the same page as him. But there was something about him, which you still can’t pinpoint, that built a translucent wall between your heart and him. You didn’t find him attractive enough to kiss. You didn’t expect to be kissed either by the end of the date. But you went on with it for one sole reason. 

The tornado explodes through you and Namjoon can feel it. 

He places a hand on your shoulder. Makes you look at him with that singular gesture and your eyes well with tears, the residue and effect of the explosion. 

“Never, and I mean never, do that again. Never do things that you aren’t innately hungry for and never do them in order to live a life you think you should,” he says and it’s a proverb that must be written in the book that had opened within your dream. “I don’t believe in God, but I do believe that you were protected from that piece of shit, who had the audacity to put his hands on you.” 

And there it is, the recitation of a different poem, one you didn’t quite want, but find yourself to be in need of. Your tears flow without direction, dripping onto the petals of the violet and pink wildflowers that brush against your legs with every breath of the wind. 

And you nod. 

Maybe they needed it, too. Maybe that’s why you’re here, why God put that lesson in your life that made you run to Namjoon. He took your hand and gave you a role. 

To be a helper of his. 

Quench the thirst of the flowers and quench yours, too, through that work. 

“No one is allowed to think they can touch you like that on the first date. I know how guys think. They think that because they paid for you, they paid for your body—and I’d kill them for that if I could,” he breathes out, waggling your shoulder to emphasize the importance of his words. And you breathe them in, consider them the scolding of a father, one that is done out of love and care and one that is good for you. Not meant to harm, not meant to express the voice of his upper hand. It’s meant for you. For your well-being. “He was dead to me the moment you told me you had to stop his hand from going further down. And the moment you told me he didn’t drive you home at night. That’s not someone you experience life with. That’s someone you walk past.” 

You nod and you sob, weaving your way into his step, believing his words—the depth of them, the meaning of them, the end to the sentence piercing your heart because that’s how you met the guy. He stopped you on the street and chatted you up. Gave you a false sense of comfort and safety.

Namjoon kisses your worth over and over again, clutches your brokenness and puts it together with his gentle touch—all through his grip on your shoulder, through the verses of his poem. 

He doesn’t dare to go further. Because he’s respectful, because he’s older, because he cares for you, regards you as human and not a piece of meat meant for satisfactory purposes. Thrown away after the deed is done. 

You take mental notes of those attributes. Write them somewhere upon your flesh to remember later on. 

Respectful. Older. Caring. 

The antonyms of the boy you were seeing. 

“Someone will come along who will serve life to you on a silver platter. He will find you and he will respect you. Will be afraid to touch you because of how golden you are; afraid to stain you. He will love you and only then will you love him back. That’s how you’ll know he’s the one. He’ll love you first,” Namjoon recites on, your tears dropping onto the back of his hand and trickling down his fingers. He grasps your hand and you feel the liquid of your understanding on his skin. Somehow it locks it in. “He’ll wait before he kisses you. And you’ll be filled with so much longing to kiss him that you’ll feel like bursting. That’s how it should be.” 

You nod for the last time, overwhelmed, but changed. You believe the tornado won’t find you for a long time—for as long as Namjoon is here. 

“Don’t rush. Do what you love to do, your hobbies. Read. You’re not missing out. You’re living already. You’re alive. You’re experiencing life, even if it means you’re doing it in the company of your friends, in a platonic realm. It counts.” 

The last stanza. 

He hugs you. Grateful, healed, reassured—he seeps those new attributes in you by giving names to them as he wraps his arms around you and you perceive that’s precisely what you’re feeling. 

Grateful. Healed. Reassured. 

And you perceive he showed you how love is meant to be expressed. The man does it first. 

And when a storm rolls in and the wildflowers startle against your skin, Namjoon walks you home. Doesn’t leave until he knows you’re safe inside. 

Heals what he didn’t break. Reteaches what you’ve been wrongly taught. 

You’re living. You’re alive. You repeat those words to yourself as you undress yourself and wash away the wrong touch from your body, this time with great consciousness and will. And the vapor from the water, different from the one that was conjured from your madness of falsely living, seals in Namjoon’s touch on your skin, writes upon it the stanzas of his proverb. 

You’ll remember them the next time. 

And there will be a next time because you’re living. You’re alive. 

Namjoon is a different breed because he must be an angel, dressed in white as he was. A helper just like you, ordained by God he doesn’t believe in for you. 

Otherwise he wouldn’t be in your life at all because while you quenched your thirst, he filled up your hungry belly. 

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[cheeseceli]

Namjoon Kisses

He kisses your forehead while you are asleep. It's light enough for you to not wake up, but so full of love that you could smile while dreaming. During those times he would always say how he loves you and how he is lucky to have you in his life. He doesn't think he's ready to tell you that just yet, at least not when you are awake, but he confesses to you every night. He hopes that the way you hug him closer means that you love him too.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[mxckiemxn]

Hey buddy hope your doing well!!... I came up with an imagine request please

It's a florist namjoon x reader

I just love joonie with flowers

Here you go, my love. I hope you enjoy it 💜🌸😘

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Warnings: none

@rkive-joonie

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You walked the streets of Seoul on a Friday afternoon. It was cloudy, and the news was calling for light showers. The cool breeze kissed your skin, causing goosebumps to form. The aroma of freshly baked sweets guided you to enter the bakery that was a few shops away from your destination. The owner greeted you warmly and you returned the gesture. You grabbed two muffins and two coffees. One for you, and one for your friend, Namjoon.

Namjoon was a florist at the local flower shop. The two of you had been friends for years now. You first met him at the bookstore when you moved to the city. You both reached for the same poetry book at the same time. It happened to be the last one, and an interaction that would typically be awkward was surprisingly comfortable. His gentle smile and contagious laughter soothed you almost immediately. You ended up insisting that he take the book. Swearing that you had far too many, and it’d probably collect dust on your bookshelf.

The second time you met him was at the bakery you stood in now. You hadn’t noticed him sitting by the window with the exact same book in his hands, but he noticed you. After you received your order, which you were taking to go, he quickly caught your attention at the door.

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“Hi.” He greeted softly through a nervous laugh.

“Hi. You’re the guy from the bookstore. Right?” You greeted with a smile.

“Yeah, that’s me.” He smiled. “I recognized you, and I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Namjoon.” He said with a bow.

“It’s nice to meet you, Namjoon. My name is Y/N.” You returned the gesture.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment. Namjoon’s nervousness wouldn’t allow him to form the words he so desperately wanted to. After a few seconds, you decided to break the silence.

“Well, it was good seeing you. I should get going.” You said, as you turned on your heel.

“Wait!” He called quickly, causing you to turn back around. Confusion written all over your face. “Sorry, it’s just…I just finished the book, and I was wondering if you’d like to read it?” He asked sweetly.

You couldn’t help but smile at the man in front of you as he fiddled with his thumbs. “I’d like that.”

As the two of you parted ways, you began flipping through the book on your walk home. You smiled to yourself once you noticed a small card poking through one of the pages. You examined the card which had his name and phone number on it, along with an address and a logo which read “KNJ Florals”

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The memories of your first few interactions with Namjoon cause you to smile fondly. He was such a kind soul and you cared for him deeply. You felt as if you cared for him more than a friend, but you were so content with your friendship that you never explored the other options. You were just happy to tag along for the ride. You were in no rush to get to your destination. It was ok to stop and smell the flowers every once in a while.

As you walked into the floral shop, the smell of fresh roses engulfed you almost immediately.

“Hi, welcome to-“ Namjoon began once he heard the bell ring but cut himself off once he saw you. “Oh, Y/N. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” He smiled.

“I know. I wanted to surprise you.” You said as you slid the muffins and his coffee across the counter to him.

“You’re the best, flower.” He smiled as he took a sip of his coffee, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Anything for you, sweet boy.” You told him, taking a sip of your own coffee as you began walking around the shop. Taking notice of the freshly potted orchids.

“Slow day?” You asked as you admired the various colors.

“It’s gotten slow. Everyone came in earlier to avoid the rain.” He explained as he walked towards you.

“So, what I’m hearing is you can close up shop early and we can watch a movie?” You gave him a playful side eye, hoping he’d agree to your plan.

Namjoon worked too hard. It wasn’t hard to see. He dedicated his life to this shop that was passed down to him by his father. He swore that he’d take the best care of the shop and he kept true to his promise. He was the best florist in the city. Maybe you were a bit biased with your opinion, but it was true.

“I can’t do that, flower.” He sighed.

“You’re the boss, Namjoon. You can do whatever you want.”

“True, but I’d like to make at least 300,000₩ more before I close.” He admitted.

You quickly began searching the shop for the most expensive plants you could find, causing Namjoon to laugh as he chased after you.

“You’re not going to buy a bunch of plants just so I can close early.” He laughed.

“Says who? I’m a paying customer and you’re not my boss.” You giggled.

“How about we hang out here for one more hour and if no one comes in, I’ll close early, and we can go see a movie.” He suggested.

“Deal!” You agreed happily as you ran behind the counter to put your coffee away.

For the next hour, you kept watch over the front of the shop and made sure to water the plants that needed it while Namjoon finished up his tasks in the back. As expected, the shop hadn’t been visited by anymore guests for the day as the rain began to fall. You were so focused on watching the raindrops that you hadn’t noticed Namjoon sneak up behind you.

“I have a surprise for you.” He said softly.

You felt your face heat up as you turned to face him. He stood with a large bouquet of red roses. The card attached read “For my flower. From Namjoon”.

“These are beautiful.” You smiled as you realized that this is what he needed to work on. You could see just how much effort and attention he put into it. His arrangements were always so beautiful, but so much love went into the one he made for you, and it was clear as day.

“Anything for you.” He smiled, repeating your words from earlier. “Now, how about we close up and go watch a movie?”

“That sounds perfect.”

Once the shop was secured, Namjoon held his umbrella over both of your heads while one arm rested around your shoulder. As the two of you made your way to his apartment, you couldn’t help the happiness building in your chest. You needed no further confirmation. It was never about the destination. As long as the two of you were together, the ride could last as long as it needed to.

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[indigobsessed]

Domesticity.

pairing : kim namjoon x reader (newly-established relationship)

summary : after getting into a relationship together with your best friend of 5 years, he decided to sleep over as usual. but this time, you woke up feeling different.

genre : best friends-to-lovers, fluff, comfort, a teeeeeny tiny bit of angst, DOMESTIC NAMJOON

rating : SFW

warnings : SHIRTLESS NAMJOON SHIRTLESS NAMJOON AND HE’S DOMESTIC ㅠㅠㅠㅠ , a bit suggestive (implied making out)

wc : 609 words.

a/n : ok maybe i lied that wasn’t my last post afterall… have fun reading this thing bc my brain cannot process an equation rn 😨 not proofread :”)

You squint your eyes to the morning light in your room. Due to the very irritating sunlight, it causes you to slowly get up and sit down. Sighing, and you look to your side and see no one was there. You felt cold, lonely.

After getting the courage to get out of bed, you did your mini stretching as of what your best friend of five years, Namjoon, taught you.

And then it hits.

Namjoon, kiss, confession, sleepover.

Maybe you could be dreaming, maybe this is all just about you.

You went over to look at yourself in the mirror, seeing your messy bed hair and bare face. You are wearing a white tank top with biker shorts, but the jacket you were wearing isn’t yours, and it was five times bigger.

Namjoon.

You walk out of your bedroom to see Namjoon in the kitchen, shirtless and making 2 cups of your favourite tea. You stand there, blushing at the sight of his muscular build. And then you think again, is it true that you kissed him?

You were lost in your thoughts until Namjoon snaps you out of it.

“Oh, Y/N, I didn’t see you there.” He said, putting down the cups of tea on the counter as he walks over to you and wraps his big arms around your waist. You look up to him with loving eyes as he leans down to give you a good morning kiss.

It felt natural.

There were no hesitation.

That was when you realise, he is no longer your best friend, but your boyfriend.

The kiss lasted for a while until he pulls away, you lean onto his bare chest.

“Good morning, Y/N.” He caresses your back in small circles. “Ew Namjoon, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet!” You slapped his chest lightly as you felt the vibrations from it as he chuckles. “Me too, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to kiss you all over again.” He teases as you whine about how disgusting that was.

Both of you stand there, enjoying the quiet atmosphere in each other’s embraces.

He feels warm. You feel warm.

“Namjoon, is this real?” You question him as you hold him closer. “Real? What do you mean by real, baby?” Baby. You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach from the nickname. “I mean.. Is this real? Us? Are we.. Can we? You won’t leave me right? Namjoon-“ He cuts your blabbering off with a kiss. “Y/N, listen to me baby. What I feel for you, what you feel for me, are all real. I know what you’ve been through, I’ve seen it all, my love. The moment I get to call you mine, even though you were already mine from the start,” He speaks. “I. Will. Take. Care. Of. You.” He continued, each word with soft pecks.

“Please don’t ever leave me, Joon.” You nuzzled yourself closer. “Never. We are still the same as before, Joonie and Y/N-ie remember?” He comforts you, and you nod.

As you both pulled away from your embraces, he takes your hand in his and gives it a little squeeze. “Baby, why don’t you go sit down and put on our favourite show while i reheat our drinks. Hmm?” He says, giving a little kiss on your cheek as you went over to sit down.

He comes back after a while, sitting next to you and cuddled closely.

This may be the first, but it lasts forever.

And you have never loved someone so much, and you have never felt so loved by someone.

To make it even better, it’s all from Namjoon.

Your boyfriend.

[yvngispvppy]

Namjoon 🤎

[veethefreeelf]

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