#ambw namjoon

[breezybangtanbebe]

ExBoyfriendNamjoon was a little pathetic if you were being honest. Dig through that hard-bodied exterior, and you’d find that he’s as gummy as puddy when it came to you. Two years of being with him and putting up with the crazy schedules, lack of communication due to them, having to jump through hoops to conceal your relationship , all while dating rumors with other people in the industry didnt bode too well for the union in the end.

So when you’d had enough of his aloofness and emotional unavailability, walking away from him was mostly hard because he made it that way.

The extravagant gifts he’d send.

The endless late night calls and drunk texts.

The pop ups at your home.

The dead look in his tired eyes that pinned you with his repetitive questions.

“Why wont you talk to me?”

“Why cant we work this out?”

“Why did you just leave without hearing me?”

It was always the same.

But it was never something you minded when his insistence landed him between your legs, mumbling his pleas against your pussy.

Namjoon’s tongue felt like velvet against your puffy folds and you laid there spread for him on your bed with a hand resting against his spiky blonde buzz cut.

This was a new look for him but you weren't mad at it.

“Hmm?” you tucked your lips together and hummed partially for him to repeat what he’d just said, while also reacting to his skilled tongue on your clit.

Namjoon pauses licking you to lift his head.

“I said, just fucking come back to me already.” his voice thick and deep from emotion. It does a few things to you, your heart aching at the sadness in his tone. It also made your walls clench around the fingers paused inside of you that had been rubbing at your spot teasingly while he ate.

You lean up on your elbow as you panted, your own voice hoarse from moaning, and give your ex a quizzical look.

“Why should I? Youre the one who pushed me away..”

Namjoon should have expected such a response but he still seems confused.

“What do you mean? Im here arent I? Why would I push you away?”

You sigh.

This wasnt the time for another back and forth session with Kim Namjoon, the fucking debate king. He was just nose deep in your cunt a second ago, licking your towards a much needed orgasm after the week you’d had. Hell, if you knew letting him come over would result in a rehash of the last 2 months, you would have left him on read.

Being horny on a dull Saturday night with your ex was dangerous waters to be in.

“Y-you always do this! Namjoon, I..” you try to begin but the words morph into a sharp gasp and moan when those damned lips of his latch on to your clit. He suckles it in pulses while tapping it with the tip of his tongue. His two long middle and index fingers resume plunging in and out of you, pressing upwards to stimulate you exactly where he knew you needed.

“Oh shit..” you inhale sharply, your jaw dropping and brows pinching together while your hand pressed flat against the back of Namjoon’s head.

He groans and closes his eyes when you pressed him harder against your heat, his free hand coming up to lay flat against your tummy.

He had you fully naked while he’d only shed his shirt before getting down to business, so you knew his dick was hard and leaking in the confines his underwear and sweats.

Part of you wanted him in your mouth too, missing the taste of his pre cum and the weight of his girth on your tongue. But you knew he didnt deserve that type of treatment right now.

Hell, he knew that. Hence why he was working so hard on making you come undone all over his face.

The desperation was palpable with every sloppy kiss, lick, and suck against your swollen clit, and Namjoon’s fingers were pushing you towards dangerous heights. Your brain was close to going blank and settling in the type of head space where he could ask you anything and you’d leave your ego out of the answer.

“Please. Come back to me. Everything will be different. Dont you miss me? Dont you miss this?” he mumbled hurriedly after pulling off of your clit, his fingers steadily rubbing your g-spot.

Your keening is all you can manage, both of your hands now fisting at the sheets under you.

“Yes..fuck yes..” you slur, not even sure of what youre saying. Namjoon kept his eyes on your fucked out expression as he dove back in, lapping his long tongue over your clit a few more times.

“Yeah? Miss the way I make you feel? Miss the way I eat this pussy baby?”

His words were doing exactly what they were meant to do, push you into that blank space of lust drunkenness with a heightened desperation to cum.

And you knew you would. You always did. Namjoon was the type of man that wouldn't let up until you were shaking and calling his name, roughing him up with your nails dragging through his short cut.

He would always moan with you when you came, his husky groan vibrating against your pussy and damn near overstimulating you. His tongue slows its circles of infinity over your sensitive bud and the full warmth of his mouth smothers your pussy as he savors the taste of your fresh release.

One would think it was a fine wine the way it warmed his body and made the urge to pull his dick out and stroke it with your wetness on his fingers overwhelming.

“Fuck..” he exhaled at the thought, dragging his tongue up and down your seam to coax you back down from wherever his mouth had sent you. Your body goes limp, the hand that returned to Namjoon’s head sliding down the side of his face.

When you opened your eyes and gaze down at him, youre shocked to find his eyes just as teary as yours.

You sit up on your elbow again and frown worriedly down at your ex.

“Joon..” you call to him with what little of a voice you have at the moment, and your hand idles at his cheek.

His languid licks are replaced by tender kisses on your lower lips, then to your inner thigh. Then your palm. His lips are pillow soft and swollen from how passionately he was eating you, and they do little to ease you away from being stimulated towards wanting to cum all over his face again. He takes mercy on you though, leaning into your caress with his earnest eyes still locked with yours.

“I know Im a fucking mess. And I know how hard it is to be with someone like me..” Namjoon starts, holding your full attention.

“You deserve so much more. But I'm too selfish..I dont want anyone else to have you. I want...I need you to myself..” he sniffles.

You were still chasing your next breath when your fingers began stroking his face. Your thumb catches a fat tear that managed to escape and it inspires another to fall from his opposite eye.

Namjoon wasnt a crier. While he was emotionally expressive (usually through his music), it was very rare for him to allow himself to cry.

Especially in front of you.

Something you’d always resented.

“Joonie..” you sit up and Namjoon’s wide hands lift your legs from over his shoulders.

“I dont blame you for walking away.” he shakes his head, stopping you from speaking before he could lay all of his feelings bare.

“..but I just needed you tonight. Im enlisting soon and..and I just...” his voice breaks, the fear and smothering emotions seizing is tongue. You shush him immediately and scoot towards the edge of the bed to embrace him.

The two of you remained in this suggestive position with Namjoon on his knees at the edge of your bed,his large arms hugging your naked waist with his head resting on your tummy. You were fully sitting up now with your hands running over his back and over his head affectionatley.

Truth was, you did miss Namjoon. Terribly. It killed you to catch clips of his lives and seeing how tired and dejected he looked. How it seemed like he’d lost weight and wasnt sleeping or eating well. You knew he’s been drinking more often, and the scent of cigarettes mixing with his cologne let you know he’d picked up that habit again. It was clear that he’d been a mess without you.

And to be even more honest, you werent doing that hot yourself.

But there were just too many issues to work through with him that you both knew he’d never have the time to do with the type of career he has.

Tonight didn't need to be about that though.

Tonight, you were perfectly fine with allowing Namjoon to pleasure you since he knew exactly what you liked.

You both needed that.

[leeluvsyoongi]

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[panjakes]

Can I get this fluff where Namjoon and the reader are parents(they have like three kids) and Namjoon takes them to Disney world and the kids are really excited so they’re going wild and it stresses Namjoon out😭😭Thank you🫶🏼

“Daddy I hungry!”

“Daddy I have to use the bathroom!”

Namjoon sighs shaking his head. He was currently at Disney world with his family but his wife was no where to be found

“Daddy’s where’s mommy?”

“I don’t know baby” he says pulling out his phone to call her but immediately stops when his son in the stroller started crying

“Daddy Coby’s crying”

Namjoon sighs looking down at his daughter who looked up at him with her big brown eyes

“Thank you Akilah, try and calm him down please” he says dialing his wife’s phone. He looks around and noticed that he’s missing a child.

“Nailah?? Nailah?! Akilah where’s your sister?!” He asks

“I don’t know” she says playing with her brothers feet

“Hello?!”

“Yn?! Where the hell are you?!” He asks into the phone looking around for his other child

“I’m at the food stand. I’m hungry” she says making Namjoon sigh

“What food stand there are like forty different ones” Namjoon asks finally spotting Nailah walking over to her

“Uhh it’s blue and white” Yn says making Namjoon look around

“Stay there! Don’t move!” He says before hanging up. He quickly picks up Nailah who was poking at some things

“Hey!” She says

“Nailah what did mommy and daddy tell you about wondering off?” He asks walking back over to the stroller

“Uhh don’t do it because it’s dangerous?” She says

“Exactly! Don’t do it again!” He says putting her down next to the stroller

“Daddy I have to use the bathroom” Akilah says making Namjoon groan

“Kilah baby can you hold it?” He asks

“I don’t think so! I think I’ll pee of myself” she says hopping up and down.

“Okay come on” Namjoon says grabbing her hand and pushing the stroller. The walk up to the bathroom and Namjoon looks at the two small girls

“Nailah take your sister to the bathroom” Namjoon says

“Okay! Come on Kilah” she says taking her sisters hand and going into the bathroom.

Namjoon sighs sitting down on the bench outside pulling the stroller closer to him. He looks down at his son who was now calm and bitting on his fingers

“Who knew a trip to freaking Disney world would be so damn stressful” he mumbles

He shakes his head but quickly stops when he noticed his wife walking pass the bathroom

“Yn!” He shouts gaining her attention. She turns around looking at me before walking over

“Hey babe” she says

“Hey babe? Hey babe?!?! Yn where the hell were you?!” He asks

“I told you at the food stand” she says bitting into the Micky mouse waffle sandwich she was eating

“And how much was that?!” He asks

“I think about 15 dollars” she says shrugging

“You have got to be kidding me? Yn really?” He says

“What? I got you one too” she says handing him a bag

He stares at her before snatching the bag and pulling out the sandwhich

“Where are the girls?” Yn asks looking around

“The bathroom” Namjoon says bitting into the sandwich

Yn takes a piece of waffle from her sandwich and feed it to her son

“Was he good?” Yn asks

“He got fussy for a little bit but stoped when Akilah started playing with him” Namjoon admits

“Mommy!! Nilah almost fell into the toilet!” Akilah says giggling

“How nilah. How?!” Yn asks

“I’m too small for the toilet” Nilah says with a pout

“Now that we’re all here can we all STAY together?” Namjoon asks

“Of course! Come on let’s go ride some rides!” Yn says smiling causing the girls to cheer

The three of them join hands and run off causing Namjoon to sigh

“Didn’t I just say stick together?” Namjoon says quickly following behind his three girls

“Daddy can me and coby get on a ride together” Nilah asks

“No bubble bee Coby isn’t big enough” Namjoon says

“He can sit in my lap!” She says smiling

“Next time bubble bee, I promise” Namjoon says smiling

“Daddy I’m still hungry” Akilah says

“Okay what do you want to eat?” Namjoon asks

“A elephant ear!”Akilah says

“I want one too!”Nilah says excitedly

“No you don’t! You want it cause I do” Akilah says now annoyed

“So what??” Nilah says rolling her eyes

“Bubble bee be nice to your sister”Yn says

“I’m bubble bee she’s honey bee!” Nilah points out

“Babe just leave the nicknames too Me”Namjoon says

“Oh okay, you got it daddy” she says rolling her eyes

“Does Coby have a name?” Akilah asks

“He has Coby” Yn says

“Yeah but like that’s really close to his name” Nilah says

“Well let me think of one and he’ll have one by tonight” Namjoon says making the girl nod

“Can we get on the elephant mommy?” Akilah asks making Yn laugh

“His name is Dumbo and yeah come on!” Yn says running off with the two small girls

Namjoon sighs pushing the stroller as fast as he could

It was now nighttime and the family of five were about to watch the fireworks.

“Come on honeybee!! Wake up!” Namjoon says shaking Nilah who was slumped over in his arms. Yn held Akliah’s hand and Coby in her arms

“Leave her be” Yn says smiling

“But she’ll miss it!” Namjoon says pouting

“That’s her own fault” Akilah says licking at her ice cream while Colby looked around at all the bright lights around him

“Babe! Let’s take a picture!” Yn says reaching into the diaper bag pulling out the green Polaroid camera.

“Come on honey bee wake up! Just for the picture” Namjoon says

“No daddy I’m tired” she says rubbing at her eyes

“Take the picture and then you can sleep” Namjoon says

“Okay” she mumbles

A nearby women seen Namjoon struggling to take the picture

“I’ll take it for you!” She says

“Thank you so much” Namjoon says handing over the camera

“Smile honeybee!” Namjoon says kissing her cheek causing her to give a sleepy smile

“Aw you guys are so cute!” She says handing over the camera and picture

“Thank you” Yn says

They all look at the picture with smiles

“Look Coby! Look at your big ole head!” Yn says causing the baby boy to giggle

“Not cool. Stop talking about my son” Namjoon says making Yn laugh

“Daddy look! The fire works are going to start!” Akilah says pointing to the sky

The loud boom of the fireworks scares Nilah from her peaceful slumber.

She glares at Namjoon before pointing at the fireworks

“Make them stop daddy” she says making you giggle

“That’s out of his control Nilah stop being a baby and watch the fireworks” Akilah says rolling her eyes

“Bumblebee be nice to your sister” Namjoon says sternly

Akilah ignores them and continues to watch the fireworks with her mom and baby brother. When the fireworks were over the small family walked back to their room.

Namjoon being the person he is, booked a conjoined suite allowing the girls to have their own space and him and Yn with coby in the other space.

“Today was fun” Yn says patting coby on the back

“It was stressful but fun” Namjoon says sighing

“Stressful how?” Yn asks getting into the bed laying coby on her chest

“Uh you left me with the kids and I couldn’t find you. Our daughter kept walking off. Coby wouldn’t stop crying and you spent at least 200$ on food.” He says sighing making Yn laugh as she places coby on the bed between them

“I’m sorry baby I won’t do it tomorrow” she says reminding him that they had an entire week left of this

He sighs again sinking into the bed getting face to face with coby

“How about we sit tomorrow out son” he says making the tiny boy giggle

He looks over at Yn watching as she wraps her long braids up putting them into her bonnet. Before he could compliment her on how good she looked the screams of his daughters made his mind go into daddy mode

“Daddy!!!” Nilah screams as she and Akilah run into the room screaming

“Nilah? Kilah? What’s wrong?!” Yn asks also I’m patent mode

The two girls ignore their mother jumping onto Namjoon making him groan.

“Daddy kill it!” Nilah shouts

“Daddy it’s a spider! It’s big! Kill it please!”

Namjoon groans picking up both girls carrying them into the other room.

“Where was he?” Namjoon asks

“IT, was over there by the Tv” Nilah says as Namjoon puts her and her sister on the bed

Namjoon walks over to the tv stand seeing the itty bitty tiny spider. Sighing he steps on it and cleans it up with a napkin.

“He’s gone. Now it’s lights off” he says

“Daddy we can’t find our bonnets” Akilah says making Namjoon sigh

“Did you leave them at home?!” He asks hoping they didn’t because he knew his wife spent a long time on their hair and would be upset if they messed up their hair

“No we put them in a bag” Nilah says

“In a bag? What bag?” He asks making them shrug and making him groan

“Okay stay right here and be quiet mommy’s putting coby to bed” Namjoon says walking out the room Spotting Yn on the bed feeding coby,

“Can you give the girls their bonnets? They’re on the dresser over there” she says making Namjoon silently cheer plucking the bonnets from the piece of furniture

He rushes into the other room wrapping up the girls hair like Yn taught him.

“Alright girls. Lights out.” Namjoon says turning off the big light and turning on the small Micky mouse night light

“Daddy, can I have Micky mouse pancakes?” Nilah asks

“You can have whatever you want honey bee” he says placing a kiss on her forehead

“Can I have princess tiana waffles?!” Akilah asks excitedly making Namjoon laugh

“Of course you can, goodnight. I love you” Namjoon says before kissing her forehead

“Goodnight daddy! Love you too!” The says before turning over in opposite directions to fall asleep

Namjoon walks out the room closing it leaving it cracked.

He sighs getting into the bed looking over at his wife and son. Coby was asleep as Yn rocked him slowly.

“I’m not doing this again tomorrow” Namjoon says throwing the blanket over his head

“Sure, see you in the morning my love” Yn says leaning down to kiss his lips

“I’m serious Yn. Do not wake me up” he mumbles

She is so going to wake him up.

[unique-high]

Soft As A Summer Night | K.Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader.

summary: Namjoon comes home after a long, exhausting week, finding peace and comfort in the quiet intimacy of being with the person he loves.

Author Note: This imagine is inspired by my favorite song When She Comes Home Tonight by Riley Green.

Namjoon’s hands trace your body slowly, like he’s rediscovering you piece by piece. His fingertips glide over the curve of your arm, then linger at your waist, as if he’s afraid to let go. It’s been too long, days of missed moments and silent phone calls stretching the distance between you. But now, with you here, the weight of the week falls away, one heavy knot at a time.

He’s in no hurry. He never is when it comes to you.

The scent of fried chicken still lingers in the air, a warm reminder of home, of all the little pieces of life you stitch together. It’s not perfect, none of it is, but it’s yours—both of you, in this quiet space that feels worlds apart from the noise outside. The golden light of the setting sun filters through the blinds, casting long shadows that drape over your skin like a slow-moving river. There’s a stillness between you, one that doesn’t need to be filled with words.

His hand settles on your hip, resting there like it belongs. You shift against him, your body moving to meet his, and it’s the kind of closeness that doesn’t need to ask for permission. You’ve always been like this with him—easy, natural, like the soft hum of crickets outside the window. His lips brush against your collarbone, soft and unhurried, a gesture more intimate than any words he could muster right now.

The silence feels heavier than his confession when it finally comes. “It’s been too long.” His voice barely cuts through the air, as if he’s admitting it to himself more than to you. His hands follow the line of your body, tracing familiar paths as if they could make up for the time he wasn’t here.

You don’t answer, but you don’t have to. The way your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pressing just above his heart, tells him everything. He wonders if you can feel the way it beats, stuttering beneath your touch like it’s still trying to find its rhythm after a week of chaos.

He presses his forehead to yours, your breath warm against his skin, and for the first time in days, he feels anchored. There’s nothing else to think about, nothing else pulling at him. Just you, just this—this quiet space between you that doesn’t demand anything but presence.

His thumb moves in slow circles along your waist, the same lazy, steady rhythm of the old fan whirring in the corner. Everything is slow tonight, unhurried, like the world outside doesn’t exist. He leans in, pressing his lips to your cheek, then to the soft curve of your jaw, each kiss deliberate, as if he’s sealing a promise in every touch. The porch light flickers on outside, casting its faint glow across the room, but even that feels distant, secondary.

The scent of wild honeysuckle drifts in through the open window, mingling with the leftover heat of the day, and it makes everything feel softer. Like you could stay wrapped in this moment forever, hidden away from the outside world. His hands don’t stop moving over your skin, like they need to remember every part of you, relearn what it feels like to have you this close. He doesn’t need to say he missed you. It’s in the way he holds you now, tighter than before, like he’s afraid to let go.

You breathe into him, your body fitting perfectly against his, and Namjoon knows. He knows that whatever else waits for him—whatever long hours and meetings loom ahead—it’s worth it for this. For you.

[joonslfttiddie]

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Chapter 52: My Everything…

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/AMBW/Paranormal

💜Warnings: Sex/Smut/Filth/Adult Content/Adult Language/Sexual Content/Orgy/Anal Sex (M|F, M|M)/Oral Sex (M|F, M|M)/Unprotected Sex/Brief Bondage/BDSM/Harness/Collar

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 5,414

Jin’s POV

It was like something out of a movie. Never in my entire life have I experienced anything like this or even had the thought that I would. The sound of Jungkook and Yoongi’s deep moans mixed with Tia’s soft whimpers have me clinging to the edge.

“Mmm. Jin. Hobi. Come…Oh my God,” Yoongi offers the best invitation he can muster, barely able to mumble our names.

“Yes! Please,” Tia’s tiny voice calls to us. “Fuck, Yoongi, you feel so good.”

Honestly, I’m reluctant because I feel like one dip into the shallow end of her waters will end me immediately.

“Come on, bro. Even if we tap out early, we have all night. This is just a physical manifestation of our love for one another, right? No judgment, just love.”

I’m thankful that Hoseok can understand my concerns without me even verbalizing them, and he’s right. Surely, lasting all night long is an unrealistic expectation I’m putting on myself. Following Hoseok onto the bed, I notice that Jungkook’s strokes are becoming irregular as he’s holding onto Taehyung’s head, gently fucking up into his slobbery mouth. The stream of drool collecting at the base of his dick begins to flow down his hip and onto the bed. Taehyung’s arched back has him wide open, and I notice a cute little green jewel peeking from his full ass. I lick my lips, taking in the spectacle.

From the way, Jungkook’s thighs and abs flex each time he lifts himself from the bed to the way drool seeps from Taehyung’s mouth to flow down his shaft–from the way the lube trickles down the crack of Tia’s cheeks right before Hoseok begins to work his fingers into her ass, stretching her open. Passion can be translated in their stare as he and Yoongi look at one another over Tia’s shoulder, Hoseok slowly beginning to push his tip into her tight hole. The way they are alternating to slowly fuck in and out of her. And the sounds! Heavy breathing and smacks of pussy and mouths fill the room. Intoxicating. All of these factors combined have me nearly spent before I even reach Tia. But when she reaches over to wrap her small hand around my engorged dick, her fingers are unable to connect around my girth. She guides me closer so she can slide her hot tongue across my slit before encasing me within her mouth. Her moans vibrate up my shaft and throughout my entire body. I’m able to glide easily in and out of her warm, wet mouth, and the feeling has me moaning her name. 

“Tia. Fuck,” slides out on a whisper. She takes me in deeper and swallows me…literally. Gulping me down, she fists the length that is unable to fit into her mouth and I feel myself being pulled deeper into her throat as her throat muscles flex and squeeze around me, and this is the final straw. “AH! SHIT,” leaps from my chest, and I spray a mouthful of my cum across her tongue and down her greedy hole. Warm cum coats her skin as she drinks down what she can while gasping for air, but my load is more than her mouth can handle, leaving spurts to escape the corners of her mouth. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Did Jin fill you up too much? His dick was so fat in your little mouth, but you handled him so well, made him cum so much,” Yoongi says while pulling her pelvis down to meet his. “You’re such a good girl, making him cum so hard and look at your pretty face all smeared with his nut. Come here, let me help you,” Yoongi offers while still slowly stroking deep into her. 

My dick doesn’t even have a chance to go soft as I watch him lap up my cum from her face, only to then share it with Hoseok when he leans over Tia’s back to retrieve his share with his tongue. My eyes grow wide, watching the strings of my cum pull away after their tongues touch. They come back together to kiss, swiping my semen around inside each other’s mouths. Holy fuck. 

Yoongi’s POV

“Oh my GOD,” Tia whimpers when Hoseok begins to nestle into her other hole. She already feels amazing, wrapped tightly around my dick, but with Hoseok now filling her ass, she’s even more snug. Hard dick is pressing against my own as he pushes in and I’m pulling out. He pulls out as I’m pushing in, and it all feels so fucking good. But it’s something about the way he sits up on his knees, taking the straps that bind Tia’s hands in one hand and pulling on the strap attached to her collar with the other–eyes on me– this is the icing on the cake.

“My hands,” Tia says, and Hoseok immediately works at the buckle to release her wrists. She reaches over and leads Jin to us, guiding him along by the base of his hardened dick. He comes, more comfortable now, drunk off of lust, and I watch as his thick member slips into Tia’s mouth. I dig my fingertips into the flesh of her hips, as if holding on to her will keep me from being pulled under by this wave of pleasure. 

Slurping, suckling, and gagging, Tia deepthroats Jin and it is music to my ears; the sound is hitching a ride on my bloodstream and coursing through my veins. The noises that come from Jin as he climaxes are then mirrored by Jungkook as he does the same moments later. I’m so high off of the sexual energy in this room that I allow my intrusive thoughts to win and lick the overflow of Jin’s cum from Tia’s chin and lips, which turns Hoseok on even more. He leans over her back to partake in the creaminess of it all, licking his portion from my tongue while he’s still slowly stroking in and out of her little ass. Jin’s load stretches between us before we reconnect with a kiss. Hoseok sits back up to rest on his knees and rests his hands on mine, placed on Tia’s hips. He eyes her ass, more prominent as she’s leaning over, her breasts on my chest. Following my lead, he finds the rhythm again, stroking into her one after another.

“Yoongi,” Tia mewls into my ear.

“Don’t call me like that, with that voice,” I say. It’s as if it is doing something to me from within, intensifying the overwhelming sensations. “Just take this dick like a good girl, okay? You like when I stay on that spot like this?”

“Yes! I love it,” she confesses. “I love it, Yoongi.” 

Is she challenging me? “Tia,” I warn.

“Yes? Yes, Yoongi?”

“Fuck!”

Long and strong, this climax is the most intense I’ve ever experienced in my life, causing bursts of color to blur my vision. Hoseok stills, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, relishing in the feeling as my dick throbs, releasing my seed deep within Tia’s walls. Something primal takes over me, and I wrap my arms around Tia’s torso and begin to slam into her like a madman, mixing my cream with her juices to create a decadent blend of our desires. For the first time in my life, I am able to fully let go, to give in to the instincts I’ve been holding back in an attempt to control myself, conform to societal norms. But not tonight. Not with them. 

Deep thrusts dig into her guts, coloring her insides with my pleasure again, without a care in the world, only listening for the one word that would make me stop. ‘Army’.As the high begins to fade and my pace slows, it feels like I'm descending from a state of ascension back to earth. Tia's body trembles in my arms, slumping as she comes down from her climax. I gently caress her back—a stark contrast to the man I was just moments ago. Hoseok is doing the same, leaning back on his heels, catching his breath, and gently rubbing the rounds of Tia’s ass.  

“Damn, Yoongi,” he begins, “that was wild. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.” After pulling out, he leans over to kiss the small of her back, then asks, “Are you okay, baby girl? Did I pull too tight on your straps?”

“No, I’m fine. I just–damn,” she says, and I can feel it when she smiles against my chest. “That was so amazing. The two of you filled me up so good.”

Namjoon climbs up to join us as we shift positions. Jimin moves over to lie beside Jungkook and Taehyung, taking the spot I just vacated. I rise to unfasten Tia’s thigh restraints from the strap beneath her breasts, gently helping her reposition. She leans forward to plant a soft kiss on Jimin’s lips before lying back on the bed beside him, her body relaxed and inviting.

Jin doesn’t hesitate. With deliberate slowness, he slides into her drenched heat, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he revels in the sensation.

“Fuuuuuuck…” he groans, sounding as if he’ll never get used to the feeling. Allowing his hand to trail up her soft body, he slides from her stomach up between her breasts, then he glides a thumb across her plush lips. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet. So fucking tight.”

She gasps when he bottoms out, nodding she says, “Mmm hmm. Do you feel what you guys do to me?”

On her side, opposite Jimin, I lean in, kissing her lips gently, while Jin fucks into her slowly. Her nails scrape across my scalp before she tugs on my hair. I let her, then release her lips to place open-mouthed kisses down her neck and chest, finding my way to suck on her nipples. I make a mental note that she loves nipple play, judging by the way she whimpers and squirms underneath Jin. 

“Ah!” Tia exclaims as she is pulling my hair harder now while grinding her hips, needing to feel every inch of Jin.

After releasing my hair by gently pulling her fingers free, I move out of the way for Hoseok to place his tip on her lips, and she opens her mouth to ravenously receive him. Again, I don’t fight the urges that arise in me, and find myself licking and sucking on his shaft along with her. With slow, oscillating movements, I move my head back and forth, gliding my wet lips and tongue from the base of his dick back up to meet Tia at his head, pulling the thin skin of his shaft into my mouth, sporadically. Down, then back up, I begin tongue-kissing Tia with the tip of Hoseok’s penis right in the middle of our lapping tongues. 

“Fuck,” he says, looking down at us. “You both look so beautiful.”

Namjoon is behind Hoseok, snaking his arms around him, and starts licking and kissing his neck with one hand around his throat and the other holding him against his chest, his fingers splayed across his abdomen.

“Oh, shit,” he says, now being pleasured by us three and enjoying the views.

Jimin’s POV

After Jungkook cums, I find myself lying next to Tia, legs spread, with Taehyung on top of me, our dicks brushing against each other with each stroke administered by Jungkook from behind. Since this is a first for us all, he takes things slowly, being gentle with Taehyung while I hold him close to my chest, comforting him while also praising them both.

“You sound so pretty, baby, and you’re talking his dick so well,” I push back the strands of hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. “How does Jungkook feel fucking you like this? I wish you could see how sexy he looks rocking into you.”

“Feels. So. Ugh,” he says, burying his face into my neck, where he begins to lick and nibble at my flesh.

“Do you think you can take him?

Jungkook asks the question while looking down at me, and I answer without hesitation. “I’m ready to try.”

Taehyung’s head pops up to search for any uncertainty in my face, and I answer by pulling him in to explore his mouth with my tongue. I gasp when I feel Jungkook’s warm fingers spread the lubricant across my hole before he begins to insert a finger.  Then two. Holding on to Taehyung just as tightly as he clings to me, I know that pleasure is on the other side of this discomfort. Jungkook begins to stretch me, moving his fingers in a scissor-like motion. While the feeling is foreign, it starts to feel nice after getting used to the welcomed intrusion. After several minutes of prep, Jungkook removes his fingers, and Taehyung and I freeze, lips now pressed together, when Jungkook places Taehyung’s head at my entrance.

“Are you sure, Jimin?” Taehyung asks the question, panting as his breath brushes against my lips.

“I’m sure,” I answer. “I’ve wanted you for a while now, to have you this close to me again.” Things in the shower didn’t escalate to this point, but the need for him is even stronger than before.

Slowly and gently, he dips in, just a fraction, then out. Even Jungkook stills, allowing Taehyung time to work himself in. The feeling of being penetrated is taking me on a journey of sensations. The pressure is insane, but I try to relax, knowing that tensing won’t make this a pleasurable experience for either of us. Taehyung pushes in further, stretching me wide. The burn is borderline unbearable and almost makes me tap out, but I endure it. My whole body is on fire, and sweat prickles at my brow. I’m panting and holding on to him for dear life, and the sounds that escape me; I’ve never made or heard before.

“Is this okay?” Taehyung checks in, and I reassure him I’m fine by nodding as I'm unable to speak at the moment. “Oh my, God! You feel so fucking good,” he says as he’s now nibbling my ear and then down my neck. 

A slick hand wraps around to stroke my dick, and in combination with Taehyung’s wet kisses on my neck, pleasure melts over me, engulfing me. With the pain now dulling, overpowered by satisfaction, Taehyung reaches the bottom of my depths and slowly moves with ease. I focus on the feeling, something like the beginnings of sparks each time Taehyung moves against a specific spot. As he builds up speed, the more intense the feeling gets, and the sensations added by the hand stroking my dick has me confused, excited, all while loving the feeling. It’s nearly overwhelming, but I would cry if they stopped now. Our lips find each other again, and I begin lapping into his mouth.

“You see how good that feels? You like that?” Jungkook asks as he moves again. His hips pulling back, hand on Taehyung’s hip, guiding him back on his dick. Taehyung’s member is dragging against my walls, has my head rolling back, and a sharp cry of pure pleasure rips from my throat as Jungkook thrusts his hips forward, forcing Tae’s dick deep inside me.

“Oh my God,” I whimper. White light flashes behind my lids; this new feeling seems to jolt me outside of my body. 

“Use your words, beautiful. Do you like how Taehyung’s fat ass dick is filling you up?”

“I do. I love it.” My voice cracks as the words fall from my lips, much like the tears from the corners of my eyes. There is no more pain accompanied by their thrusts, but tears collect behind my lids anyway.

“Baby? Are you okay? Are we hurting you?” Taehyung stills, and his words tell me that I’ve been caught.

“No. No, not at all. You feel amazing now. It’s just…a lot, you know? The sensations, the sounds, the love between us–it’s just so much at once.”

“We can stop-” Jungkook starts.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Faster,” I insist.

I roll my head to the side and look at Tia, who has taken a break from devouring Hoseok’s dick, to see that she’s looking at me. Checking in on me. Her eyebrows are furrowed, pleasure written all over her face. I look down to see that the hand stroking me is Jin’s. He’s multitasking while stroking me, buried deep inside of Tia, and making out with Hoseok. Yoongi is still busy slurping Hoseok down his throat while Namjoon is now finger fucking Yoongi from behind while working his tip slowly into a well-lubricated and stretched Hoseok.

The visual alone is intoxicating, but the auditory sensations will do it for me every time. Taehyung bottoms out again, and I’ve never felt fuller. I lift Tia’s arm, and she immediately cradles my head as I lap at her nipple. Jungkook reaches out to hold Tia’s left leg, and Namjoon holds the right. Hoseok, bending over to take Namjoon, licks at Tia’s clit while Jin, upright on his knees, continues to burrow into her love, pulling on the thigh straps like reins. Yoongi takes her other nipple into his mouth just as Taehyung reaches out to place his hand around her neck. 

“Jin! Ah!”

She screams as another orgasm begins to coil in her belly, slithering through her body.

“I know, baby, I know. You’re almost there. It’s coming,” I pull away to encourage her just to latch right back onto her nipple. 

She’s about to cum again, but this one is different. Tears fill her eyes like mine and the smell of sweet pastries, cinnamon, and vanilla nearly has me in a daze. She’s so fragrant. We are all connected just as Tia’s body begins to convulse, her hands clenching the covers in her fists.

Tia’s POV

“Fuck! I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

“Why do you think I’m fucking you like this? Give it to us, baby,” Jin orders.

“Let go of all that stress, baby. Let it out,” Jungkook adds.

I close my eyes tight, listening to my men, and I let it all go. When I reach the peak of pleasure with all of my men touching my body and reaching their peaks all at once, the feeling is something I've never experienced before. I climax seemingly into another dimension, and then my world goes dark. I guess this may be what an out-of-body experience is like. I feel like I'm present but not here, soul-spiraling freely. 

I notice I can only communicate through my mind as my voice is not working here.

“Hello?! HELLO?!”

There’s no answer for a moment. Then something tells me to open my eyes. When I do, I’m surrounded by white light as far as my eyes can see. Unsure of what to do or where the hell I am, my eyes tear up, and I think of my guys. As soon as they pop into my thoughts, they materialize in front of me, all extremely handsome, smiling back at me. When I turn to look away, distracted by a presence next to me, they disappear.

“Tia?! What are you doing here? It ain’t time for you to be here yet!”

I can hear her voice in my ears, but I’m still unable to speak. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.

“Tilly?! What is this place? How did I get here?”

“Girl! You have leveled up, but you gotta crawl before you walk, chile. I swear, you are more powerful than you even know. I’m your spirit guide, and you’re in the spirit realm, the place you come after you die.”

“OH NO!!!!!!!! I’M DEAD?!”

“Calm down, honey. You’re not dead. That’s why I said you’re not supposed to be here yet. A full second hasn’t even passed down there, and the guys don’t even realize you’ve traveled. It’ll just seem like you blinked for them.”

“So, what’s going on? Why am I here?”

“I reckon it’s because you are still learning to harness this power of yours. You’re gonna need to get a hold on those strong emotions, chile, especially when you’re with the guys. They only make you even stronger. So strong, that your one body can’t contain it all and you might notice it spilling over to them. When you go back, you should be enlightened how to handle all of that as well as information you ain’t know before. Hopefully, being here will help you tap into your gifts even more. Everything should make sense to you when you get back. All the questions you may have, like: Why couldn’t you remember the guys after detoxing from that poison? How were your guys able to merge with mine, giving you numerous nights of pleasure? Why were they suddenly taken away? Also, the tree. How will it help you during this journey on Earth? Better techniques and practices to wield your powers as needed and how your power will trickle over to your guys. You should learn it all,” she informs me. 

“The guys before being poisoned? I didn’t meet them until after, right? Are the guys gifted as well? I don’t understand.”

She just smiles, does not answer my questions, and then takes my hand between hers. She continues in a soft, knowing voice, “The answers will soon be revealed. And if they’re not, well, sometimes the answer’s in the silence. You just gotta listen when the world gets quiet. I’m still with you, always right here. But let me tell you somethin’, baby—you don’t need me. I know you have your self-doubt and limiting beliefs about yourself, but you’ve got everything you need right inside you.” Tilly places her hand on my chest, and I lay mine atop hers. “You’re more than capable, and you’re gonna reach your fullest potential, no matter what, but you have to realize who you are. Your ancestral counsel and I are just here to keep you safe, to guide you when you’re feeling lost. The rest? That’s all you. You are a great force, and are meant to do great things! Don’t you forget that.”

The pressure of her hand on my heart decreases as her image begins to fade.

“How do I get back?”

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll help you. I love you, and send the guys my love,” she hugs me. I can barely feel her arms around me.

“I will, and I love you, too. Tell your guys hello.”

She waves a lazy hand and when I blink my eyes, I’m right back with my loves watching as they pull out of each other and me then begin to shuffle around the bed, finding more comfortable positions to cuddle around me. I notice that I possess this unexplainable knowledge of the past, present, and future, just as Tilly said I would. It’s like I’ve gotten an update, now with new features and gifts that give me the ability to sense precisely how each man feels just by looking at them. There is also chattering in my ears, the sound is similar to the tuning of a radio, staticy and unstable. However, it does seem that I’m able to turn it off and on or hone in on it to make out words!

“Holy shit, that was amazing. I never would have imagined I could love multiple people to this extent. I could stay right here in this bed with them forever.”

I can make out, but I’m not sure who the thought is coming from. Before I can even think, I say, “Forever?”

“Jagiya!” Taehyung looks at me, mouth ajar and eyes wide, “You can read minds now?” Now that Taehyung has spoken up, I can make out that it was his voice in my mind.

“No way. Noona! Can you hear me?”

“Yes, I can hear you, but I promise I’m not doing this on purpose,” I say, then look directly at Jungkook, whose eyes are the size of golf balls. “Please, guys, know that I’ve just learned of this gift, literally just now, but I think I can turn it off and on. Please be patient with me and know that I will never intentionally use it to intrude on your private thoughts without permission.”

Questions fly at me left and right as they are all, understandably, curious about this new gift. With a huge smile on his face, Jin hops up to grab warm washcloths for us all to clean up, then we remove the soaked blanket.

“Is that comfortable, babe? You don’t have to take it off if you don’t want to,” Yoongi very obviously hints at his preference for me to continue wearing the harness.

“Yes, it’s fine,” I chuckle lightly. “I’ll wear it a little longer, but I don’t think it’ll be comfy to sleep in it.”

Snuggled up in the middle of our bed, we take a break while they initiate the ‘what am I thinking’ game, wanting to test my skill. 

“If she gets pregnant, how will we know whose baby it is? I’m sure she’ll know immediately.”

“You’re right, Hobi. When I get pregnant, I will know, and so will you.” They all gasp, sitting up and looking around at one another. “Calm down, guys. Let’s take our time. We have a while before we cross that bridge.”

“Holy, fuck. So, can you see the future more clearly as well? Or did you have a vision?”

“It’s different from before,” I answer Namjoon. “Something happened just now as we were all climaxing together. Now, in my mind, it’s like looking at TV. I have the remote and can change the channel, moving through the timeline as I see fit.”

The game then changes to a ‘what am I about to do or say’ game, sending me into a fit of laughter. These guys are hilarious without even trying.

After a few moments, Jungkook says, “With the things that you see or hear, if you need to keep it to yourself, I’ll understand. I’m so sorry about how I handled things before.”

The guys reflect his sentiments, all understanding why things had to happen the way that they did.

“I appreciate that. I just ask that you have trust in us. Everything we do, every move we make is for us,” I reassure them, then transmit my sincere feelings from within. Immense love and respect pour from my heart to theirs, showering them.

With a deep sigh, Jimin says, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that feeling.”

“Was that you, T? That feeling?”

“Jin, that is just the beginning,” Jimin hints.

“You said to trust ‘us’,” Namjoon questions. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” I say, stroking through Taehyung’s hair as he lays with his face on my belly, my other hand caresses Yoongi’s shoulder on my other side as he lifts his head from resting at the bend at my thigh. “Only time will tell. Challenges and concerns will inevitably come our way. But lean on the trust we have for each other, and we’ll be okay,” I look deeply into Yoongi’s eyes. I smile lovingly as I receive the thoughts he sends to me. Sending feelings of trust and understanding to him; I know he feels it when tears begin to well up in his eyes. “Tomorrow,” I whisper to him with a smile.

“Ah,” Jungkook exclaims after sitting up to stretch. “Break time is over. Who’s ready for round two?”

“Tia,” Namjoon asks, “are you up for another round?”

Jungkook is already at the head of the bed with his back against the headboard, awaiting my response. I don’t answer verbally but crawl up to join him, straddling his thighs as his hard dick bounces up to meet my core. He releases a small glob of lube on his tip, and I don’t hesitate to lift myself just enough to line him up at my entrance, then glide down inch by thick ass inch.

“Damn,” I hiss. The stretch of him burns slightly but is far more pleasurable than anything else.

“Damn is right,” Jungkook agreed, “there’s no reason you should feel this good. So warm and so tight, wrapped around my dick.”

He pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, the obscene smacking of my pussy and the lube only spurs us on.

“Fuck, I love that sound,” Namjoon confesses as he’s crawling up to join us. The men repositioned me to sit with my back now to Jungkook in reverse. Leaning back onto Jungkook’s chest, he wraps his arms around my midsection and I watch as Namjoon rubs his dick across his lips and Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat, opening wide for him. Jimin joins on the other side, opposite Namjoon, to do the same. He grabs my jaw, turning my head to look at him, then rubs the smooth skin of his head across my lips. I bob my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth with each move. He touches the back of my throat at the same time that I’m sitting flush on Jungkook’s lap. I moan, humming around Jimin’s dick, and he inhales sharply. Jungkook digs his nails into my hips, then pulls me forward, then backward, guiding my hips to ride him in a scooting motion. I moan again, long and deep.

“Shiiiit,” Jimin groans. “You like that, pretty girl? Is JK fucking you good?” I nod my head slightly, with his dick still sliding across my tongue, my eyes closing slowly as I relish in the pleasure. A soft smack lands on my cheek, and my eyes pop open. “Look at me,” Jimin starts, “don’t you dare take your eyes off mine. He pushes in a bit deeper, causing me to pull back and gasp for air. “Come on, baby. You can do better than that. Come on. Swallow me like I know you can.” 

I do as instructed, and his head falls back. I feel the softest of licks to my clit then a long gentle suck. Unable to turn my head fully, I can only shift my eyes down to see Jin looking back at me. Jungkook is buried inside of me, the sounds that Namjoon is making, and the way Jimin now has a grasp on my hair has me wanting to close my eyes and savor this feeling, but I don’t dare. 

My cheek still stings a little where Jimin popped me, so I can only allow them to flutter when Jungkook grinds deeper into my soul and Jin moves to his rhythm. Jungkook is so deep I have to pull away from Jimin for a moment to allow myself to breathe and release the cries I’ve been holding in. I keep my eyes on Jimin but yell their praises. 

“JK, right there. Jin, please don’t stop,” I plead, begging them to stay on the same spot with the same tempo. “I’m almost there. I’m almost there.” 

I continue to fist Jimin while I watch Taehyung position himself behind Jin and he stops moving for a moment with my clit still between his lips. Hoseok approaches Jimin from behind and takes his tongue into his mouth while swirling Jimin’s nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. I return my greedy mouth to consume Jimin as our moans fill the little space that exists between us. We move in tandem, all eight of us, expelling any lingering frustrations and uncertainties, filling the spaces with love, reassurance, and trust.

The next morning, the sun peeks through the blinds as I’m lying here, sprawled out in the middle of these men. I could cry, thinking about how blessed I am to have been chosen to live this life experience with them. 

Universe, I thank you for this day I’ve never experienced and will never experience again. I will live it to the fullest and make the best of each moment. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to do lifetimes with these men, and am thankful for the forevers to come. 

These men have become my everything, yet always have been, as they’ve pulled me through some of my darkest moments, even before we knew of each other’s existence. And I am their everything. I have always been, even before they knew. I am so full of love and incredibly thankful that we’ve finally found our way back home.

A/N:

Whew. Home is done. This is definitely bittersweet as I will miss writing about Tia and her relationships with the guys. This has been a rollercoaster ride and I’m so thankful for those of you who held on tight and went for the ride with me. Y’all are amazing and I’m so very grateful for you. I’m also thankful for and taking the time to beta read this chapter, as well as the majority of this work.

I am working on another story that brings back a little of the guessing element but is a treat all its own. It is giving dark, demonic romance and will be released by chapter. I hope you guys continue to rock with me and enjoy my future projects just as much if not more than Home.

Okay. Love you! Byyyyyyyyyye!

Tia😘🫶🏽

[yvngispvppy]

Namjoon 🤎

[herfunprincessss]

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𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒!!

“The Gravity Between Us”

In a small coastal town where the cliffs meet the sea in jagged defiance, two souls lived in orbit—never close enough to touch, never far enough to forget.

Namjoon was a lighthouse keeper, a man of quiet routines and calloused hands. He had lived most of his life watching waves crash into rock, trusting the beam of light he managed to guide others safely, even if he himself never left the shore.

You were a musician who arrived every summer, renting the weathered cottage at the edge of the bluff. You played violin in the mornings and wrote songs to the wind in the evenings. You’re life was movement, the kind that tugged at the soul like a tide.

Y’all met like all such stories begin—by accident, if accidents were ever truly accidental. A string on her violin snapped during a storm. You wandered to the lighthouse seeking shelter and wire. Namjoon opened the door like he was surprised it still worked.

From that moment, the world grew quieter whenever they were near each other. Y’all conversations were infrequent but intense, like lightning caught in a jar. He loved how you could hear music in silence. You loved how he could stand so still and yet feel like the center of something vast.

But y’all were carved from different elements.

Namjoon belonged to the grounded. He feared leaving the shore, feared that if he did, he’d vanish into the world. You belonged to the air, to movement, to leaving things behind before they turned into cages.

Every year, you came back. Every year, y’all met again, and the air thickened with what might have been. Y’all tried, once. Spent an autumn wrapped in each other, letting hope whisper that maybe this time was different.

But hope is cruel when it forgets reality.

She left before winter. He stayed as always.

And yet, neither could let go.

Letters came in bursts. Songs carried messages only he understood. The lighthouse shone a little longer at night, though no ships were near.

They couldn’t be together.

But they couldn’t leave each other alone.

So y’all lived in the ache of almost—a tether stretched across years and waves, the kind of connection that defies logic but not the heart.

Because some souls don’t need to touch to burn.

They only need to exist in the same world. And that, somehow, is both enough—and never will be.

[officiallyjm]

House of Cards Introduction

Hi!

Thank you for choosing to read our story.

House of Cards was brought about by another writer and myself, and we figured, why not publish it?

To give a simple summary of the book, there are two main characters, Xiley and Zaria, that you will follow throughout the story, as each chapter is written to their tailoring.

We wanted to give lengthy chapters to those who may read, so if we're not on a roll with publishing, you will at least be sitting for a good minute reading one chapter, haha :)

[breezybangtanbebe]

Chocolate Wings: KNJ💋

A/N: a WP RKive lol

Tags: NamjoonxReader, AMBW, established relationship,oral (female receiving), teasing, edging😌✨

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It was a Sunday afternoon.

There had been a break in the streak of crumby weather that plagued the city and the sun finally decided to grace the world with its presence. Everyone and their mother was out and about enjoying the sunshine and clear skies despite the low temperature.

Everyone including Namjoon.

Out with his boys, playing basketball or doing whatever it was that men did when they got together.

You didn't care.

All you cared about at that moment was the aching need you felt for your boyfriend deep down in lady land. He's already been super busy with work and you with school, both of your schedules never seeming to align. And the one day you both were free, he decided to take his happy ass outside to be with his friends.

The nerve of him. 

You were sitting on your shared bed, hair half wrapped in a scarf, pushed up on the top of your head in a curly poof that tickled your forehead and neck. You wore an over-sized sweatshirt that smelled of your boyfriend's scent, and extra-long tube socks that reached just above your knees.

You took extra time that morning buffing and exfoliating your skin, shaving everything that mattered and moisturizing completely in preparation for a day of cuddling and canoodling with your man.

But when you emerged from the steam-filled bathroom some hours ago, your heart sank at the sight of Namjoon shrugging on his olive green coat and bending down to lace up his Nikes.

This morning...

"Um....where are you going?" You poke out your bottom lip in a pout, your tone making Namjoon lift his head to look at you.

He was so fine and sometimes you just couldn't stand it. From his pale blonde hair against his caramel toned skin to the way his black long-sleeved Under-Armor stretched over his broad chest and shoulders. You just wanted to drop your towel and not even give him a chance to answer.

But youre distracted by the heat in his pretty brown eyes as they assessed your barely shielded nudity.  They widened as they scanned over your glowing melanin that glistened in the light of the sun beaming through the curtains.

The love and adoration he held for you filled his irises as they trailed up your legs, over the towel, over your cleavage and collarbones. Your wet hair dripping over your shoulders in loose ringlets has Namjoon's swooning, at least until he reaches your disappointed face.

He straightens up and steps forward cautiously.

"Im uh...meeting Jungkook and Yoongi at the gym......" He trails off at the sight of you, his hands closing into fists to resist the urge to touch you. But he knew if he did, there was no way he'd be leaving.

You wilt visibly at his answer.

"Are you foreal? Joon..I thought we were staying in today..." You pout even harder, instantly making Namjoon become riddled with guilt.

"I know baby, Im sorry..but I promised the guys a while ago that I would.."He begins, pointing towards his gym bag and you let an exaggerated sigh before he could continue.

Because you already knew about Namjoon's promise to be a fifth man in the next pick up game. Yoongi would never let him forget it.

"Fine....." you huff out childishly, folding your arms across your covered bossom and looking away.

Namjoon frowns at the obvious sadness in your body language and he glances towards the door with an uneasy expression.

"I mean...I could tell them another day..." he suggested and a part of you lit up at the idea. But your shoulders sag at the thought of him leaving his boys hanging for you. Again. With his work schedule, he barely had time to kick it with them. The two of you lived together.

He saw you every day.

So what was a few hours of guy time really going to hurt?

You shook your head.

"Just go.." you sigh and Namjoon quirks a brow.

"You dont want me to stay? Its not a big deal. I can.."he begins but you pad over the carpeted floors on bare feet to where he stood next to the bed.

"Nope. Go. Or else your friends will resent me for turning you into a flake.." you pout and Namjoon's lips break out into a dimpled grin that has you rolling your eyes. He tilts his head in attempt to catch your gaze.

"Sure you wont be mad?" he asks with softening eyes. You nod silently with a stiff shrug to portray to him that you werent really tripping over him having to leave, even though you were a tad salty.

Fortunately though, Namjoon knows you better than that.

He catches you by the wrist.

"Babe.." his tone drops and you glance at him breifly to nod again.

You dont catch his smirk or the twinkling mischief in his eye as you prepared to turn away to head back into the bathroom.

Before you knew it ,the hem of your towel is being tugged away and you gasp at Namjoon whirling you around and pinning you to the mattress. All of the air leaves your chest when you feel his weight on you, pinning your exposed body beneath him. Both of your hands were trapped above your head and Namjoons lips were already trailing down your throat.

You inhaled sharply as his tongue slid over your freshly scrubbed skin, smelling of peaches and vanilla bean body cream.

Your soft moans fill the room as Namjoon continued to taste your skin, his tongue now swiping over the peaks of your breasts. You struggled underneath him as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth and you arched your back into him.

He knew that was one of your sweet spots.

"Joonie..." you sigh out as he moved on to your other nipple, trailing his tongue between your breasts sloppily.

"hmm?" he hummed with shaded eyes, flicking his tongue over the pert brown flesh lazily before smothering it with his lips.It takes you some time to figure exactly what you wanted to say but you eventually find your words when Namjoon switches nipples again.

"..If...youre not...gonna fuck me.....y..you better stop..." you stutter, your eyes rolling back when the rythm of his tongue begins sending tingles all over your naked skin. Namjoon chuckles deep in his throat at your warning and begins sucking at your nipple harder, letting go of one of your wrists so he could knead your other breast gently.

He doesnt stall his torture for what felt like forever, smirking at the sounds you made and the way your body shuddered and squirmed beneath him. And just when he knew you were nearing your brink, he releases your nipple.

Your chest caves as you release a shuddered breath and the mattress shifts around you as Namjoon pushed himself up to look at you.

He gains way too much satisfaction at the sight of you so flustered, your already full lips swollen from being sucked and bitten, your nipples hard and glistening with his saliva, your damp hair fanning out around your head and splaying over the sheets. The amount of melanin in your skin concealed your blush, but your skin was covered in goosebumps.

Your eyes flutter open to meet Namjoons, his brow lifting with amusement.

"I hate you alot..." you mumble.

Namjoon shakes his head as he leaned down to peck your pouted lips softly. You whine in protest but do little to resist him as he dips his tongue through your lips breifly before pulling away.

"I know....but when I get back I promise Im all yours though baby. Foreal foreal.." he tilts his head and his pretty brown eyes gleam with sincerity.

He was so fucking cute, it annoyed you. Despite the tiny puddle collecting between your legs.

"Yeah yeah..." you push at his chest as he clambered back to stand, leaving you naked and annoyed on the bed.

"I'll be back.." he winks at you before he turns away to walk out of the bedroom.

That was 4 hours ago.

Since Namjoon left, you tried your best to stay occupied.

You studied.

You cleaned.

You painted your toes.

You read.

But nothing could keep your mind off of Namjoon and his mouth. His lips and tongue were heavy and straining on your thoughts, keeping you from comprehending any of the words your eyes had been skimming over.

After reading the same sentence 5 times, you shut the book tossed it aside. Inspiration strikes and you lay back completely and lift your phone above you to snap a few pictures. You took an array of sexy selfies to send to your man, all showing off your best assets.

One of you lifting Namjoon's sweatshirt to expose your tummy and the bottoms of your heavy breasts, tiny peaks of your brown aerolas visible.

One of you laying back with the tips of your fingers playing under the elasticeof your panties.

One of you laying on your side to give him a nice view of your curves and ass sitting perfectly in your blue boy shorts. An evil laugh escapes your mouth once you were done, scrolling through the pictures quickly to find the best ones.

You smirked at how good you looked, pressing send with another snicker of accomplishment. You quickly typed out a message to go with the photos before tossing your phone aside on the bed.

Now you'd just have to wait.

Namjoon was the bee's knees as far as boyfriends go. But he was a fucking TEASE and he knew it. The nerve of him getting you warmed up and just leaving you like that. You hope your little photoshoot knocked him off his game. You hope he missed every shot because the image of your tits distracted him too much.

It would serve him right.

But you hated to admit how much your body missed him when he was gone. Sometimes you almost ached for him when you got like this. He had you feening for him like an addict and you were way too proud to beg for what you wanted. So you'd rather tease him back and give him a taste of his own medicine.

When you finally heard the sound of keys jingling and the front door shutting, you should have felt ashamed at the way your heart jumped and quickened with excitement.

You sat up in the bed, picking up your book when you heard his heavy footsteps in the hall.

You were pretending to read that same sentence when Namjoon was standing in the doorway with dark eyes and disheveled hair. They squinted at you suspiciously as he stepped in the room.

"Look at you...sitting there all innocent like you didnt just send me all those nudes.."

"Hmm?" you feigned ignorance and Namjoon snorts as he kicked off his shoes and removed his coat.

" 'Hmm?' " he mocks you and you laugh at his expression.

"I dont know what youre talking about" you giggle some more, redirecting your eyes back to that sentence.

"Yeah I bet. Laugh it up...." he begins, bending down to pick up his shoes.

"Thats why Jungkook saw your nipples...." he grunts as he walked towards the closet. Your jaw drops and so does the book in your hands. The sound of Namjoon laughing grows faint for a moment until hes emerging from the closet.

"Youre lying..." Your expression falls and Namjoon shakes his head with a grin.

"Nope. Well...he might have. I locked the screen pretty fast. We were done anyway. Yoongi had to work so..." he shrugs and you let out a relieved sigh, sending a tiny prayer up that none of Namjoons friends saw your goods. Although the thought is a bit amusing.

He casually undressed himself as if you weren't watching him, pulling his black compression shirt over his head and stepping out of his socks. He yanks his headband off and pushes his silvery blonde hair back before shuffling his fingers through it.

Once he was stripped down to just his tank top and sweat pants, you were scooting from the edge of the bed and standing behind him.

You were tired of waiting.

Namjoon tensed at first when he felt your hands snaking around his waist to lift at his sweat dampend undershirt. When your warm hands slipped under the fabric to feel his abs he smirks.

"I need to take a shower..." he chuckled as you shamelessly felt him up, nuzzling his neck while you abandoned his tummy to let your hands glide up his biceps and shoulders.

Namjoon's body was perfect and very well built to say the least. He had always been on the slender side since you'd met him, but his long legs were as thick as tree trunks and incredibly toned. You loved the feel of his muscular thighs beneath your touch.

But as of recently, the rest of his body was beginning to fill out generously. His newfound dedication to fitness was paying off and the results were extremely evident in his broader shoulders, bigger biceps, pronounced chest muscles and neatly placed abs centered down his torso.

You couldnt stop touching him because of it. Any and every opportunity you had to graze his exposed skin with your hands or lips, you hopped on it.

Like now.

You forced Namjoon's shirt off of his body, turning him around and tugging it over his head . You threw it aside and went back to work on his neck, tasting the sweet/saltiness on his skin as you trailed kisses from the base to his collarbone. When you latched on his skin and began to suck, Namjoon cursed low in his throat at the feel.

"Babe....fuck..." he murmurs.

His deep voice grumbles in his bare chest, still slick with the sweat from playing basketball and running. You didn't give two shits about it though as you pressed your body against his. You loved his sweat and his scent. You would gladly bottle that shit up and drown yourself in it with how arroused you were right now.

"Shower after...I want you.." you whined against his skin as your hands skimmed down his body to tug at the waistband of his sweats. When his pants didnt budge, you palmed at his bulge, your walls clenching with need at how hard he was growing beneath his clothes.

"You want me.....fuck....that bad?.." Namjoon chuckles and groans softly as you kneaded his dick teasingly,letting your tongue drag over the planes of his chest.

"Yes.." you whispered into his mouth before rolling onto the tips of your toes to kiss him. Namjoon's hands glide over your hips to cup at your ass cheeks, giving the plump flesh a squeeze that makes you gasp. Your lips parted to invite Namjoon's tongue inside to roam over yours.

He grunts a soft chuckle at your  response, but doesn't break the kiss as he slowly stepped forward to back you towards the foot of the bed. You continued to softly palm at his dick as he guided you back, beginning to stroke him slowly and tugging at the tip, making him moan into you.

As you felt your legs touching the end of the bed, Namjoon releases his hold on your ass to grip your wrists, yanking one away from his crotch and the other from his waist and trapping them at your sides. You smirked at switch in dominance, finding amusement getting yourself in the same position you were in this morning.

"So what? Youre just gonna take it?" He smiles against your lips as you squirmed a bit under his hold. But your resistance is feeble against his strength and you eventually become pliant as he put his full weight on you. You suddenly felt his lips on yours, parting you slowly and accepting your sweet surrender.

His hands remained on your wrists and he gently guides them up to rest above your head against the pillows. Your shirt rises to reveal your boy shorts and you squirm under the weight of Namjoons body as he kissed you deeper.

"I wont fuck you....until after my shower....." he said slowly between his seering lips.

"but....I wanna taste you...." he whispers, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and releasing it with a soft pop.

"...so fucking bad...." he adds just before kissing your cheek and working his way down to your neck, nibbles and sucking your skin as he went.

"Yea?" is all you can think to say, your brain too clouded by arrousal and excitement for anything more. Namjoon lifts his head and looms over you, his eyes burning with desire.

He nods.

"Mmmhmm...its been on my mind since this morning....." he murmurs as they trailed down your body, stopping at the space below your waist hungrily.

"Can I?" he looks back up at you slowly, biting his lip.

He didnt have to ask you twice. Your panties seemed to have teleported to the other side of the room, your borrowed sweat shirt pushed all the way up to expose your breasts and heaving chest.

Namjoon was trailing soft kisses down your torso as he moved down the bed. When he got to the edge, he dips his head down between your legs, hooking his hands beneath your thighs to pull you towards his face.

You bit your lip to contain your blush as you watched him assess your most intimate area as if it were his first time ever seeing it. His hooded eyes admired you for a moment, taking in the sight of your glistening flesh just before diving in.

Your body immediately tensed up when Namjoon's tongue made contact with your clit. Every muscle in your body flexed and relaxed in time with his slow calculated licks. The soft tip of his muscle swirled in gentle circles, sweeping over the hood of your bud and pressing against the underside with the flat of his tongue.

You were already voicing your approval of his technique, moaning softly while your hips wound in the direction of his skilled tongue as he repeated his tactic. But with each soft pass over your clit, you grew more and more needy. Namjoons mouth felt amazing, but you needed more.

In an attempt to encourage him to go harder, you reached down to touch his head. Before your fingertips could graze his bleached locks, Namjoon shook away from your touch. His deep voice vibrates against your sex and you felt him scold you more than you heard him.

"uh uhn baby...." he says breifly before sticking his tongue back out to lap against your clit slowly. You bite down hard on your lip at the sight of his shiny pink lips and tongue melding with your folds. A sigh of a moan leaves your lips and Namjoon glances up at you, a smirk in his eyes as he licked your pussy at a torturous pace.

He was teasing you, maybe as punishment for sending him those pictures. Maybe for being a brat this morning, you didnt know. But you knew damn well that Namjoon knew exactly what he was doing.

When he heard the tension in your voice as you moaned above him...

When he felt your thighs trembling underneath his hands....

When he felt your vulva pulsing and clenching against his chin..

Namjoon knew it was time to put you out of your misery. After a few more swirls of his tongue, he closes his lips around your clit and begins to suck.

"Ooh fuck..." you cry out. Your back arches off of the bed and your hands fist at the sheets as Namjoons tongue curled and flicked against the most sensitive part of you in tandem with his sucks. As he did so, you feel the absence of his hand on your thigh. Seconds later you feel his fingers gliding over your dripping entrance, the tip of his index finger pressing gently inside of you.

"Oh my god...Joon...J..Joonie" you stammer as his finger pressed deeper. He pulls out briefly to add a second and begins stroking you slowly as he continued to suck your clit.

"Whats wrong baby..." he murmurs between puckered sucks. His fingers continued to twist and massage your aching walls, passing over the rigid spot just enough to push you closer to the edge.

Your legs were shaking uncontrollably at this point and you were a loud moaning mewling mess. It didn't take Namjoon very long to get you there, knowing your body and exactly what it needs. Your hips started bucking to meet Namjoons strokes and you threw your head back and gaped as you felt the tension building inside of you.

"Please...I need to...make me...please baby.." you begged,lifting your head with tears in your eyes. Namjoon looks up at you as his mouth continued to drive you insane, a cheeky glint in his eye as he arches his brow. He detaches his lips to give your pussy a few long flat tongued licks before responding.

"You want me to make you cum baby? " he smirks at you with his fingers still rubbing at your g-spot.

You couldnt form the words properly, but a strangled moan escaped you in the form of an answer and Namjoom hears you loud and clear.

His fingers moved with purpose, pumping in and out of you and pressing right against your spot as his mouth went back to work on your clit. Sucking and licking and finger fucking you until you felt your stomach tighten.

The familiar sensation begins to build in your gut and your chest heaved as you watched Namjoon feast on you. You blinked to clear the tears from your vision so that you could lock eyes with your devestatingly handsome boyfriend. Of course you could only see half of his face, his nose pressed right up against your pubic bone while the rest of him was engulfed by your sex. But those damned pretty brown eyes pinned you, making you their hostage as you neared your release.

And with one final flick of his magnificent tongue, you were exploding into his mouth as your vision became clouded with splashes of color and  blotches of white. Eventually fading to black as your eyelids fell.

Youre pulled back into the now when you feel Namjoon climbing back over your body. You felt his lips trailing over your neck and jawline. When he made it to your lips, you turned your head weakly to meet him halfway, tasting your sweetness on his tongue as he fed your juices to you.

This kiss was slow and sinuous. The kind of kiss filled with a heightened level of lust and need that your entire body tingling and hot with desire. Namjoons full weight was on you now, his clothed center pressing up against your bareness and creating a friction that had you twitching.

He knew you'd still be sensitive from cumming only seconds ago, but he didn't give a fuck. He just continued to kiss you and grind his hips against your pussy until he was swallowing your tiny moans.

Suddenly he's pulling away from you, rising up from the bed and planting himself back on the floor. Your eyes fluttered open and you propped yourself up on your elbows just in time to catch Namjoon kicking off his sweats and underwear in one movement.

His dick sprang free from his pants and smacked his inner thigh as it continued to swell and rise, the angry red tip pointing right at the apex of your open thighs.

You licked your lips at the sight of the shiny bead of precum already dripping from his slit and Namjoon tips his head up a bit as he stroked himself slowly with his eyes on you.

"Hey.." his voice was raspy and coated witj dominance, making your eyes snap up to his face obediently. You blanched at his expression, his jaw clenching lightly and his eyebrow arching. Namjoon tips his head to the side, gesturing towards the open bathroom door several feet away from the bed.

"Get up....Get naked.." he continued, still stroking himself as he watched you.

Once again, he didnt have to tell you twice.

You hopped up and immediately tore the oversized tshirt from your body, already completely naked underneath. Namjoon lifts his other hand and crooks his finger to summon you to the edge of the bed. You went to him immediately and sat back on your knees, letting your gaze climb up his tall frame.

Namjoon reaches for your face with the hand he called you over with, using the same finger to lift your chin so that he could look you in the eye.

He nods towards the bathroom again and smirks down at you with a heated stare.

"Shower with me...Im not done with you yet."

[bngtanah]

I’m (not) With The Band. | 13

summary: Adrienne is an indie producer who is hired to help co-produce BTS’ next album alongside their resident producer; Suga. Despite the initial opposition on both ends, the pair spend time together, share a few stories, dreams and aspirations and begin to hit it off really well. Wrapped up in the whirlwind of late nights and heated disagreements and reconciliations, Min Yoongi and Adrienne Rolle find themselves growing closer and closer. One night they decide to cross the barrier between personal and professional and do their best make a relationship work against all odds.

pairing: idol!Yoongi  x black!OC word count: 4.4k genre: drama, romance chapters: prologue| o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8 [m]| o9| 1o| 11| 12| warning: relationship tension, workplace relationship, secrecy, sexual attraction, ambw, light angst, implied intimacy, paparazzi, anxiety, explicit language.

The first hint of dawn, a faint bruised purple, was just bleeding through the heavy hotel room curtains when Yoongi stirred. A physical lightness settled in his chest, so unexpected it made him pause, a foreign sensation after days of tightly wound anxiety. Adrienne was still asleep beside him, her head tucked into his shoulder, the soft puff of her breath a rhythmic whisper against his neck. The tangled sheets, the faint scent of her shampoo and their shared intimacy, anchored him to the present moment. He watched her for a long moment, the curve of a smile softening his lips, committing the peaceful sight to memory. The worries of the past week – the sharp words, the suffocating silence, the creeping fear – seemed to dissipate like morning mist, eclipsed by the warmth of her presence. As gently as he could, a practiced grace belying his usual sleep-addled movements, he slipped out of bed, careful not to jostle her awake. He gathered his scattered clothes, moving like a shadow across the plush carpet, and let himself out, the quiet click of his door barely audible in the pre-dawn stillness. 

Hours later, the morning light streamed brightly into Adrienne's room, painting golden stripes across the floor. She sat at a small table, a half-eaten breakfast scone on her plate, a sense of quiet contentment settling over her that hummed deep beneath her skin. The memory of Yoongi's touch, the shared laughter, the raw honesty of their confessions, still warmed her from the inside out. A short buzz from her phone pulled her away from her daydream and down to her cellphone. It was Namjoon.

Joon: Hey, are you busy? Was thinking of going for a quick walk to grab some fresh air before the afternoon meetings. Want to join?

Adrienne's gaze drifted to the window, watching a flock of pigeons wheel against the crisp Tokyo sky. A public walk still brought a flicker of nervousness – the ever-present threat of a camera, a watchful eye. But Namjoon had been so genuinely kind, so understanding on the flight. She valued their easy conversations, the way he engaged her mind. Besides, a brisk walk in the fresh Japanese air sounded undeniably appealing after days cooped up with emotional turmoil. A small smile touched her lips as she typed her reply.

Andy: Sure! Give me 5 min.

She quickly pulled on a light jacket, grabbing a black face mask almost out of habit, though the mild morning air felt clean against her skin. When she reached the lobby, Namjoon was already there, leaning casually against a polished pillar, dressed in a comfortable hoodie and jeans, his own mask already in place. He straightened as he saw her, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a warm, dimpled smile that reached them even over the mask. Together, they stepped out into the bustling Tokyo streets.

The city was already alive, a symphony of muted sounds. Distant traffic, the murmur of early morning commuters, the occasional chime of a passing shop. They walked for a while, the conversation flowing as easily as it had on the plane. Namjoon, thoughtful as he always was, asked about her current creative blocks, the frustration of finding the right melody for a particular verse. He listened intently, head cocked, offering profound insights into the lyrical structure, his words hitting just the right note of encouragement and intellectual challenge. Adrienne found herself speaking freely, her mind engaged, the rhythm of their conversation a welcome distraction from the usual demands of their schedule. The sun climbed higher, warming her face, and the brisk air invigorated her, a tangible reminder of the world outside her emotional confines.

"You know," Namjoon began, after a comfortable stretch of shared silence, his voice dropping a little, a hint of vulnerability softening its usual clear tone, "You’re really easy to talk to. I feel like I can tell you anything." He paused, turning to face her fully, his expression earnest, his brown eyes searching hers. "I… I don’t normally open up to people like this, Adrienne. I…I feel like we’re really getting closer and…”

Adrienne's steps faltered, her heart doing a strange, sympathetic flutter in her chest as if she could sense what he would say next. Her mind, unbidden, flashed to Yoongi, his sleepy face just hours ago, the solid weight of his arm around her. She liked Namjoon; he was kind, brilliant, a rare soul in an often-superficial industry. But her heart, a fierce, protective ache, was already irrevocably taken. She chose her words carefully, gently, hating the hurt she knew they would cause.

“Joon,” she began, reaching out to lightly touch his arm, her voice soft with genuine regret. "I value our friendship so much. You’re literally one of the best people I’ve ever met, and I love working with you. And  I feel like I can talk to you about anything." She saw the subtle flicker of disappointment in his kind eyes, a slight tightening around his mouth, and a pang of sorrow went through her, wishing she could spare him the hurt. "But… that’s what it is, for me. A really, really special friendship. I… I’m not looking for anything more right now."

Namjoon’s shoulders slumped slightly, a slow, weary exhale escaping him. But he was a man of grace, and he was quick to recover. He nodded, forcing a small, slightly crooked smile. “I understand. Thank you for being honest, Adrienne. I appreciate that.” He looked away for a brief moment, collecting himself, then back at her, his dimples appearing with more effort, a touch of his usual composed cheerfulness returning. “Friends it is, then.”

The rest of the walk back to the hotel was a little quieter, the easy flow of conversation replaced by a comfortable, if slightly melancholic, silence. Adrienne still felt a pang of guilt for the disappointment she’d caused, but she knew honesty was the only path. When they reached the grand entrance of the hotel, Namjoon paused.

“Well, I’ll see you later at the meetings,” he said, his voice regaining some of its usual rhythm.

“Yeah, see you, Joon.” Adrienne offered him a grateful, soft smile.

Namjoon then did something unexpected, a small gesture of genuine camaraderie. He pulled her into a quick, comforting hug. It was entirely platonic, a gentle embrace between friends, a silent acknowledgment of his disappointment, perhaps, but devoid of any lingering romantic intent. Adrienne returned it, a soft pat on his back, a silent thank you for his understanding. As they pulled apart, Namjoon gave her one last small smile, turned, and headed through the sliding doors of the hotel, his figure receding into the bustling lobby. Adrienne watched him go, then turned towards her own side, a sense of relief washing over her that she'd handled the situation with integrity, even if it had caused a moment of sadness.

Neither of them saw the faint glint of a camera lens from across the street. Neither of them heard the quiet, almost imperceptible click of a shutter as figures, clad in black, rapidly lowered their phones, their faces obscured, their purpose chillingly clear.

 The change was almost immediate, a palpable sigh of relief rippling through the hotel staff and even the members themselves. The heavy, oppressive tension that had clung to Yoongi and Adrienne like a shadow for days seemed to have evaporated overnight, replaced by a tangible warmth that seeped into every corner of their shared workspace.

During the morning’s production meetings, the shift in Yoongi was undeniable. He leaned forward, elbows on the table, actively engaged, his familiar biting attitude  tempered with a new, easy going demeanor. He made eye contact with Adrienne frequently, his gaze softening gently each time, even sharing quick, almost secret smiles across the long conference table. Silent exchanges that spoke volumes, a private language only they understood. Adrienne, in turn, felt a profound lightness she hadn't realized she’d been missing. Her shoulders were less hunched, her brow less furrowed. She found herself laughing more easily, a clear, unrestrained sound, and contributed ideas with renewed enthusiasm, her voice clearer, her expressions more open. 

Hoseok was one of the first to acknowledge the shift, and certainly the least subtle. During a short lunch break, he sauntered over to Yoongi, who was quietly reviewing a draft track on his laptop. Hoseok clapped him heartily on the back, a wide, sun-like smile beaming on his face. "Hyung! You finally got some sleep, huh?" He chuckled, then leaned in, winking at Yoongi, before glancing pointedly at Adrienne, who was chatting with a stylist nearby. A silent congratulations passed between the two friends, a shared understanding without a single word. Yoongi just grunted, but it was an affectionate sound, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips, a rare sight in the past week, and a clear signal of his contentment.

Namjoon, perceptive and discerning, observed the subtle shift from a distance. He noticed the casual way Yoongi’s hand would rest for a fraction longer on Adrienne’s arm as they passed in the hallway, the relaxed angle of their shoulders when they stood near each other, the easy flow of their quiet conversations. When Adrienne had returned from her walk with him earlier, a quiet, unspoken moment had passed between them, a shared understanding in their eyes, before Namjoon, with a slight nod, had turned his focus back to his work, respecting her choice. Now, seeing the undeniable ease between her and Yoongi, he didn't know how he hadn’t seen it before. It was obvious now that he was looking for it. He gave Adrienne a small, supportive smile when their paths crossed by the coffee machine, a clear signal that there were no lingering hard feelings, only understanding.

The rest of the staff, who had been tip-toeing around the two producers for days, also noticeably relaxed. The studio no longer felt like a minefield where every word could trigger an explosion. Jokes were shared more freely amongst the entire team, creative ideas flowed unhindered, and the underlying current of anxiety that had made everyone hold their breath had finally dissipated, replaced by a harmonious, productive energy that made their work feel less like a chore and more like a shared passion.

Later that afternoon, the main recording studio was alive with the raw energy of a new track. The boys were in the vocal booth, laying down intricate harmonies for a B-side, their voices blending seamlessly through the high-end microphones. Adrienne stepped into the control room, her movements light, a hum of satisfaction in her chest. She gave nuanced notes to Jin and Jimin through the mic, adjusting a harmony here, suggesting a different inflection there. The heavy soundproof door opened quietly. Yoongi walked in, a small, almost shy grin playing on his lips, a look she hadn't seen in days. He nodded at Adrienne, his eyes lingering for a beat longer than usual, then went straight to the control panel. He adjusted levels with familiar, confident ease, his fingers dancing across the mixing board. The previous night’s intimacy still hummed between them, a silent current of warmth and understanding that pulsed beneath the surface of their professional interactions.

After the recording session wrapped, the air still thrumming with creative energy, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook lingered in the practice space of the studio, stretching out their limbs and chatting, their post-recording high still buzzing through them.

"Noona," Jimin called out, his eyes sparkling with mischievous delight as he caught Adrienne's eye. "You spend so much time behind the mixing board, you should learn some of our choreo! Get your body moving!" He bounced on the balls of his feet, already halfway into a dance warm-up, a boundless energy.

Adrienne laughed, a genuine, joyful sound that echoed pleasantly in the large room. She shook her head, already anticipating the inevitable awkwardness. "Oh, I don't think so, Jiminie. My dancing is strictly for my shower. And usually involves singing into a shampoo bottle for a mic."

"Nonsense!" Taehyung chimed in, crossing the room in three long strides to grab her hand playfully. "Come on, just a simple part. It's good for creativity!" He tugged gently.

Jungkook, always up for a challenge and eager to impress, joined them, a wide, confident grin on his face. "We'll teach you the easy part." He began to demonstrate the powerful, sharp movements.

Before she could offer another protest, Adrienne found herself being gently but firmly pulled down the hall and to the center of a spacious practice room. A playful squeak escaped her lips as they positioned her between them. Yoongi, who had been slowly following the group, paused as they entered the room, his movements slowing. A soft, indulgent smile spread across his face as he leaned back against the cool wall, his arms crossed over his chest, watching the scene unfold. He knew Adrienne was a bit self-conscious about her dancing, her movements more suited to a pen and paper than a stage. But seeing the younger boys so enthusiastically pull her into their world, completely uninhibited, a quiet warmth bloomed in his chest. It was a familiar, comforting sight, but today it felt even more precious, a testament to their newfound peace.

Jimin and Jungkook stood on either side of her, breaking down the choreography piece by agonizing piece. "Okay, so it's a confident swagger, like this," Jimin demonstrated, his movements fluid and sharp, a dancer's effortless grace. "Then, BAM! Drop the mic!" He punctuated the move with a sharp, imaginary throw, his eyes gleaming with a challenge.

Adrienne, giggling despite herself, tried her best to mimic their powerful yet precise movements. She stumbled, she swayed, and her attempts at the "mic drop" were more of a polite lowering of an imaginary object than a defiant, mic-shattering throw. The boys, however, were merciless in their encouragement, cheering her on, laughing with her, never at her awkwardness.

"Higher, Noona! Feel the attitude! Imagine you just dropped the hottest track of the year!" Jungkook encouraged, demonstrating with exaggerated flair, his whole body imbued with the confident swagger of a global superstar.

Taehyung from his side took her hands, gently guiding her through a few steps, his touch light and encouraging. "Imagine you just laid down the sickest beat, and now you're showing everyone how it's done! Let the music move you!"

Yoongi watched, a quiet admiration blossoming within him, softening the usual intensity of his gaze. He saw Adrienne's initial hesitation melt away, replaced by genuine enjoyment and a surprising determination. Her skin was flushed with effort and suppressed laughter, her hair coming loose from its bun, and her unrestrained laughter filled the cavernous room, a sound he cherished. She wasn't a dancer, not by any professional metric, but her willingness to try, to be vulnerable and playfully embrace the moment, was captivating. He loved seeing her like this, relaxed and joyful, unburdened by worries or arguments. There was a bright, vital spark in her eyes that mirrored the one he felt igniting in his own heart. It was a stark, beautiful contrast to the guarded, hurt woman she had been just a day ago. This was the Adrienne he loved, truly, deeply.

After a few more hilariously valiant attempts, Adrienne dramatically collapsed onto the floor, breathless and laughing so hard her sides ached, her head falling back against the cool linoleum. "Okay, okay, I think I'll stick to making the music. You guys have this whole dancing thing down a little better than I do."

The boys roared with laughter, their camaraderie infectious, and helped her up. "You did great, Noona!" Jimin insisted, though his eyes still held a hint of mischievous amusement.

As the younger members eventually headed out, their energy fading into the hallway, the studio quieted, the lingering echoes of their laughter softening. Yoongi walked over to Adrienne, a tender smile still on his face, and offered her a fresh water bottle. "Hmm," he hummed, a playful glint in his eyes, "your mic drop needs a little work. Maybe I could give you private lessons?" His voice dropped to a low, suggestive rumble.

Adrienne giggled, accepting the water and moving to sit up. An easy smile spread across her lips. "And just what makes you think you’re qualified to teach me?”

Yoongi leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, husky murmur meant only for her. "I'm qualified because I know your rhythm, better than anyone." His thumb brushed lightly over her knuckles where their hands met. "And I have a feeling I could teach you a lot more than just a mic drop." His gaze was intense, a flicker of desire in his eyes that made her breath catch.

He watched as her cheeks strained with a wider smile. "Is that so, Professor Min?" she whispered back, leaning into his space. The air around them crackled with unspoken tension, a delightful hum he felt resonate between them.

He chuckled, a rich, deep sound that vibrated in the quiet space between them. "That is so, Ms. Rolle. And you’re lucky, my private lessons usually have a very exclusive enrollment."

Adrienne’s eyes rolled back as she laughed, playfully hitting his chest. “Please shut up.” Yoongi did, choosing to pull her hand closer instead. Bringing it to his lips for a soft, lingering kiss on her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers.

Later that evening, as the last of the official meetings for the day concluded, Adrienne found herself walking beside Yoongi down a bustling hotel corridor. His presence felt natural, comfortable, a warmth radiating from him that seemed to draw her closer. They discussed the day's progress, the subtle shifts in the album's direction, but their conversation was laced with the unspoken intimacy they now shared. Their shoulders occasionally brushed, a fleeting touch that sent sparks through Adrienne. She noticed his hand hover near hers more than once, as if contemplating lacing their fingers together, only to retract slightly, a silent reminder of the eyes that might be on them.

As they reached the elevators, Yoongi turned to her, his gaze soft. "I'll see you for dinner, right?" he asked, his voice low, a question that was also an unspoken expectation.

Adrienne smiled, a genuine, unburdened smile. "Wouldn't miss it."

His lips curved into a small, pleased smirk. "Good." He stepped into a waiting elevator, his eyes holding hers until the doors began to slide shut, leaving her with a lingering sense of anticipation.

As the vibrant hum of Tokyo's night began to seep into the hotel. Adrienne felt a ripple of nervous excitement anticipating dinner with Yoongi. They’d planned to sneak away, finding a quiet, out-of-the-way restaurant to truly celebrate their reunion. The very act of it felt thrillingly illicit, a secret stolen moment in a public world.

Just as Adrienne was applying a light gloss to her lips, her phone vibrated on the vanity.

Yoongi: Meet me at the staff exit in five. Dark clothes, cap. Don’t bring your phone to the restaurant.

A shiver of anticipation, mixed with a sliver of caution, ran through her. He was taking this seriously. She pulled on a dark hoodie, a baseball cap, and slipped out of her room, her heart thrumming a frantic rhythm.

Yoongi was waiting, a dark cap pulled low over his eyes, a large, dark jacket obscuring his frame. He looked like a phantom in the dimly lit corridor. He nodded curtly when he saw her, his hand briefly touching her elbow, a silent signal of reassurance and urgency. They slipped out into the cool Tokyo night, melting into the passing crowds like two shadows.

The restaurant was a small, intimate izakaya tucked down a narrow alley, its entrance marked only by a faded red lantern. Inside, the warm glow of paper lamps cast soft shadows, and the gentle murmur of Japanese conversation provided a comforting anonymity. They settled into a corner booth, the low wooden table a shield between them and the few other patrons.

"This is perfect," Adrienne whispered, pulling off her mask, a genuine smile gracing her lips. The aroma of grilled skewers and soy sauce filled the air, rich and inviting.

Yoongi, too, shed his disguise, his eyes softening as they met hers across the table, reflecting the warm lamplight. "I thought you'd like it." He reached across, covering her hand with his, his thumb gently stroking her knuckles. The contact was electric, a comforting weight that grounded her. "It's good to be here, with you, like this. Without... everything else." His gaze held hers, a silent affirmation of their shared escape.

They ordered, their voices low as conversation flowed easily, picking up threads from the morning, the night before, and the weeks they’d been apart. They shared stories and funny anecdotes from their childhoods, vastly different in location, yet surprisingly similar. They talked about the nuances of new melodies, the frustration of writer's block, and the absurdities of their demanding schedules. Every touch, every shared laugh, felt magnified, a testament to the emotional distance they'd overcome. Yoongi found himself leaning closer, his elbow on the table, his eyes never straying far from her face. Adrienne, in turn, blossomed under his attention, her guard completely down. The food was delicious, the sake warm, its subtle sweetness enhancing the evening. The outside world, with its demanding schedules and watchful eyes, ceased to exist within the cozy confines of the izakaya.

They ate slowly, savoring each bite, each stolen moment. Yoongi refilled her sake cup, his fingers brushing hers, and she felt a tremor go through her. He recounted a hilarious incident from a past tour, his quiet laughter rumbling in his chest, making her giggle until her cheeks hurt. Adrienne shared her anxieties about a new lyrical challenge, and he listened intently, offering not just solutions, but understanding. As the evening deepened, the warmth from the sake and the sheer comfort of his presence settled over her, a contentment so profound it bordered on euphoria. Their hands rested on the table, fingers occasionally brushing, then intertwining, a silent language spoken between them.

Eventually, the quiet murmur of the izakaya began to wane, and they knew their stolen time was drawing to a close. Yoongi signaled for the bill, his thumb still tracing lazy circles on the back of her hand. The thought of returning to the hotel, to the separate rooms, brought a pang of reluctance.

"Let's walk back," Adrienne suggested softly, craving a few more moments of their shared anonymity.

Yoongi nodded, a silent agreement. They paid, donned their disguises once more, and stepped back out into the cool, quiet streets, the city now a hushed canvas of neon lights. They walked arm in arm, their shoulders brushing, their steps in sync. The simple act of strolling through the night, side by side, felt like a luxury, a symbol of the normalcy they yearned for.

Back at the hotel, they navigated the quieter back corridors with practiced ease. When they reached Adrienne's door, she paused, turning to face him. The warmth of the evening lingered between them, a sweet, heavy scent.

"Thank you, Yoongi," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Tonight... was everything."

He reached out, cupping her face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking her jawline. His eyes were dark, full of a tenderness that made her heart ache. "It was.” He leaned in, his lips brushing hers, a soft, lingering kiss that deepened slowly, full of unspoken promises and a fierce longing.

When they finally broke apart, breathless, his forehead rested against hers. "Goodnight, Adrienne," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

"Stay," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the plea was clear in the way she clung to his shirt.

Yoongi closed his eyes for a moment, a groan rumbling in his chest. "God, Andy, I wish I could. You know I do." He pulled back just enough to look at her, his thumbs brushing her tear-stained cheeks. "I can't. Not tonight. I have to..." His voice trailed off, the weight of their schedules a palpable presence.

Adrienne nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on his. He leaned in again, capturing her lips in a deep, desperate kiss that conveyed every unspoken word, every ounce of longing and regret. Their breaths mingled, their hearts pounding a frantic rhythm against each other.

When he finally pulled away, a visible effort, he kept his eyes locked on hers. "Close the door, Andy." His voice was rough, strained with suppressed desire.

Adrienne didn't move for a beat, a playful glint entering her tear-filled eyes. "I don’t think you really want that…" she teased, a soft, breathless laugh escaping her.

He let out a short, frustrated chuckle, shaking his head. "Yes I do, you little tease. Close the damn door."

She sighed dramatically, a reluctant smile playing on her lips. "Fine. Goodnight, Gi." With one last lingering look, she slowly closed the door, the soft click echoing the finality of their separation.

Yoongi stood there for a long moment, the warmth of her lips, the echo of her laughter, still vibrant on his skin. He turned and headed to his own room, the memory of her, a sweet ache, already settling deep in his chest.

He stripped down to a pair of sweats, the lingering scent of sake and grilled fish mingling with Adrienne's faint perfume that still clung to his clothes. He slid into bed, the sheets cool against his skin, pulling the blankets up to his chin. He was just drifting into a peaceful sleep, the image of Adrienne’s smile filling his mind, when his phone, resting silently on the bedside table, vibrated. Then again. And again.

A groan escaped him. Usually, he’d ignore it. But the rapid, insistent buzzing felt different, urgent. He reached for it, his eyes still heavy, and squinted at the screen. Multiple notifications blinked at him. Texts from his manager, and from a flurry of unfamiliar numbers. He swiped open the lock screen, his thumb brushing over the news aggregator.

Headline after headline blared at him, stark white letters against the dark screen, illuminated by the phone's harsh glow. His heart seized, a cold dread washing over him, instantly banishing all warmth and sleep. The first headline was the clearest, biggest, chilling him to the bone:

BREAKING: BTS LEADER NAMJOON CAUGHT WITH MYSTERIOUS FEMALE PRODUCER IN TOKYO! EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS REVEAL PRIVATE MEETINGS AND INTIMATE INTERACTIONS

[misbangtan]

Dayummmm 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 D-Day out now

[unique-high]

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

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

Established relationship. Married. Mention of kids.

Genre: Fluff. Drabble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[joonslfttiddie]

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[lilacccfairyy]

Sweet Dreams

Genre : smut / wet dreams plot/ kindaaa voyerism kink ( just a little bit dw)/ breeding kink (hahahahh) / comfy kinda shit/ praise

Characters : Kim Namjoon, black f!reader

Summary : Your dreams were becoming wilder and wilder for some reason, but your fiancé seemed pleased by that .

Rating: +18, minors DNI with

Autor’s note: heyyy y’all, I’m sorry for not updating sooner but your girl was busy.

Namjoon’s pov :

You were shocked.

Your beloved was trembling and sweating, trapping your wide hand between her big thighs, all under a dim and dark light coming from a bed lamp. You could feel her rubbing it against her pussy.

She was in a deep slumber.

You knew that her dreams were quite agitated… but not like that.

You’ve somewhat enjoyed observing her in this state. Her whimpering, quietly chanting your name like a prayer, being fidgety, hot, sweating and clearly having the time of her night.

You ran your other hand in your hair before getting of the bed, successfully taking your hand off in between her thighs without her waking up.

You thought of what to do next.

Maybe waking her up to calm down a bit. But that wasn’t fun and beneficial for you.

After all, the sight put you in the mood.

You took off your black pyjamas shirt off, leaving you only in a CK underwear and one of those baggy pyjamas red pants.

You softly took the covers off the bed, got on the bed and began crawling towards her.

When you’ve finally got on top of her, straddling her hips, you began kissing her neck. Always going back to her sweet spot.

“ reader/name, wake up ” you said, softly and multiple times. Your kisses seemed working. The more you’ve laid your lips on her neck, the more she began searching for your warmth and reached consciousness .

“Namjoon…. ” she said “ what are you doing?”

“I hope your dream was good, because I’m going to give so much better" you said, going lower, lower and lower her with your kisses.

She lets out a deep groan of pleasure. " Joon, we have to stop, it’s literally 2 am, we have work later".

“ I. Don’t. Care. I want to take care of you and your deepest desire. Do you understand that, love ?”

“Yes Joon”

“Good”

You started taking her pyjamas off of her body , still adoring her . First her tee-shirt, letting you free access to her chest from the absence of a bra. Then her shorts, that even worn, let her ass appear.

And finally her panties, even when she usually had gone commando to bed.

God her body was perfect, her curves, stretch marks and scars ( ya gyal is not suicidal), her insecurities were nonexistent in your eyes.

Taking care of her mind, soul and body was your only goal.

F!reader’s pov :

The only thing on your mind was Namjoon’s touch.

Oh his touch was sweet, careful and warm but dangerously lustful.

“Oh lord..”

His hands, that wondered all over your body , were focused on your boobs , groping and massaging them. Your nipples perked as your chest began to heave. Whispered mewls and moans escaped under your wavering breath.

His head was in between your thighs, while your legs was was on his bare shoulders.

His tongue, lips and nose were giving you so much pleasure , but little did you know, it wasn’t even half of what your beloved had in plan for you.

His tongue flicked your clit , licked long stripes on your cunt, played with your hole and caressed your lips.

Joon devoured your pussy like he was starved and that it was his very last meal.

He sucked, licked and ate again and again.

He could feel you trembling, your thighs closing on his head but quickly held back by his arms.

“Please let me-“ “Shhh… I know , I know. Just relax.”

You pushed your chest up, grabbing at your own breasts as your anticipation heightened.

From the top of his eyes, your fiancé could see how erratic your breathing had become and how your hands were gripping the bed sheets and your own chest. Your moans had become breathier and noisier. Namjoon took one of his hands and circled it on your throbbing clit.

He flicked his tongue against your clit over and over. You ran your hands through his gorgeously soft hair, pulling it roughly as he started sucking it. He groaned against your pussy and entered your hole with two fingers.

You moaned out and pulled his hair again when he pumped his fingers in and out your cunt at a rapid pace, hitting all your sweet spots.

You moaned and moaned louder with every thrust of his fingers. Your beloved's sensual groans send you over the edge, coming on his fingers and his lips.

You came pretty hard. And he licked all of it up.

Maybe you would let him duck you dumb, mayyybe.

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[lover4bts]

Oh no-bts

Summary:bts likes you but do you like all of them?

You were one of there closest friends and they have liked you for a long time because you saw all of them as people and not bts

Namjoon spoke up after what was revealed "so we all like y/n"

Yes the others responded

They all took turns explaining why they like you and how they will all ask you out that's intill jimin saw you standing at the door with there food they forgot taehyung asked you to get as they all looked at jimin they followed his eyes ... all eyes are on you

Y/n!!! They all scream