#namjooni

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BEARLY CONTAINED

Pairing : Bear hybrid Namjoon x Ferret hybrid reader (established relationship)

Word count : 5.7 k words

Warning : smut, oral sex (f receiving), Sexual intercourse, vaginal penetration, inappropriate uses of honey, food kink, Namjoon being high, rough sex, mating press, knotting, animalistic behaviour, huge size difference, pussy spanking, fingering, feral Namjoon.

Authors note : Hello everyone I'm back from the little break I took. I'm sorry I haven't been posting much :/, two of my kittens died and multiple things have been going on in my personal life as well that have taken a huge toll on me, ofc that's not reason to abandon or neglect writing so I'll try to post more but it's really hard trying to focus when do many things are going on at once.

Synopsis : Namjoon decided to get high on honey and turn his pretty menace in a honey slick snack

You had always known Namjoon had a thing for honey. It made sense—he was a bear hybrid, after all.

So when he came home with a bag full of fresh honeycomb, you didn’t bat an eye. It was normal. Cute, even.

But what wasn’t normal…

Was the absolute feral way he was devouring it.

You watched in stunned horror as Namjoon sat on the floor, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded in bliss as he shoveled chunk after chunk of honeycomb into his mouth. His lips and fingers were glistening with honey, sticky trails running down his wrists, but he didn’t care. He was in the zone.

But then—then.

You saw him reach for the honey jar.

And you watched—in real-time horror—as he dipped a piece of honeycomb into more honey.

You gagged. “Oh my god, are you serious right now?”

Namjoon barely blinked at you before taking a slow, obscene bite, his jaw working as he chewed.

“What?” he mumbled, mouth full.

You stared at him like he had personally offended your entire bloodline. “You’re dipping honey in honey, Namjoon. That’s—” you shuddered, “—that’s some sick, twisted shit.”

Namjoon blinked. Licked his fingers. Took another bite. Moaned.

You dry-heaved. “OH MY GOD.”

Namjoon shrugged, utterly unbothered. “Let me have my moment.”

You pointed at him, voice shaking. “You’re disgusting.”

Namjoon only smirked, licking his lips. “You weren’t saying that last night.”

Your soul left your body.

You watched as Namjoon continued his absolute onslaught on the honeycomb, dipping each piece into even more honey before shoving it into his mouth like some kind of deranged addict.

At first, you were horrified. Then, you were repulsed.

Now?

Now you were concerned.

Because last time he went on a honey binge like this, he ended up glued to the toilet for an entire day, clutching his stomach and groaning in absolute misery.

You cleared your throat. "Uh, babe… you good?"

Namjoon barely spared you a glance as he shoved another dripping piece into his mouth. “Mhm.”

You squinted. His pupils looked a little… dilated.

“Are you… high?”

Namjoon hummed again, closing his eyes as he moaned around the honeycomb.

Your stomach turned.

You leaned in, whispering, “Babe. How much honey have you had?”

He licked his fingers and shrugged. “Dunno.”

Your eyes widened. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

Namjoon let out a deep, satisfied sigh, tipping his head back against the couch. “M’just… feelin’ good.”

Your alarm skyrocketed. You knew that bears could actually get high off certain types of honey. And judging by the absolute state of Namjoon right now…

You grabbed the honey jar and read the label. Your stomach dropped.

Mad Honey – Raw, Unfiltered, Wild Harvested

You slapped your forehead. Oh my god. He’s fucking drugged.

You grabbed the honey jar out of his hands, holding it out of reach. "Enough. No more honey for you."

Namjoon blinked up at you, dazed and sluggish, his sticky fingers still curled like he was expecting another piece to magically appear. His lips wobbled, his brows furrowed, and then—

He whimpered.

Your jaw dropped.

Namjoon, your giant, grizzly bear of a boyfriend, whimpered like a scolded puppy, looking at you like you had just taken away his only source of happiness.

You stared at him, aghast. "Did you just—"

Namjoon blinked again, slow and confused, like even he didn't realize the sound came from him.

You took a step back, pointing a shaking finger. "You're cut off. No more honey."

Namjoon's ears flattened. "B-But—"

Oh, hell no.

You crossed your arms. "No ‘buts.’ You remember what happened last time, right?"

Namjoon pouted, looking far too soft and pathetic for someone who could bench press a car. "That was different."

You deadpanned. "You shit your soul out for twelve hours straight, Joon."

He grumbled, slumping over dramatically. "You're so mean to me."

You rolled your eyes. "You'll thank me later."

Namjoon huffed, eyes fluttering closed like he was dozing off mid-sulk. His big body sagged against the couch, syrupy and slow, his honey-covered lips parting with a dreamy sigh.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. Great. Now you had to deal with a high, sulky, whimpering bear.

Namjoon was still sprawled against the couch, heavy-lidded and syrup-slow, when his brows furrowed in deep thought. Then—like a lightbulb had gone off in his honey-drunk mind—his face lit up.

You immediately narrowed your eyes. "Why do you look like you're about to make a very bad decision?"

Namjoon blinked at you, lips curling into a slow, lazy smile. "Baby."

Your stomach flipped. That tone of voice never meant anything good.

"What?"

He reached for you, big hands warm as they slid up your thighs. "Lemme cover you in honey and lick it off."

You stared. Hard.

Then, you smacked his hands away. "See, that would be a normal request if you weren’t a whole-ass fiend."

Namjoon just grinned. "C’mon, just a little."

"No."

"Why not?" He leaned in, voice dipping low, lips brushing your jaw.

"Because you’re literally—" Your breath hitched as his tongue flicked against your pulse. "—on something right now."

Namjoon hummed against your neck. "I just think you’d taste good covered in honey."

Your fingers twitched. You were so weak. So, so weak.

"Joon—"

"Shh," he soothed, mouth trailing soft, sticky kisses up your throat.

Your resolve cracked.

Your fingers fisted his hoodie, trying to push him away, but he was warm and solid and licking you, and oh, that was a very good decision on his part.

You sighed, tilting your head to the side. "Just a little."

Namjoon smirked. "Mhm."

Yeah, you were so screwed.

you knew you were really screwed the moment Namjoon grabbed a fresh box of honeycomb and tossed it onto the bed like some grand offering.

Even more so when he hauled you up like you weighed nothing, slinging you over his shoulder as he carried you to the bedroom like a damn ragdoll.

"Namjoon—"

"Shh, sweetheart," he cooed, patting your ass like you were a petulant little thing.

Your brain short-circuited. Oh, this menace.

By the time he gently plopped you onto the mattress, you were torn between fighting for your dignity and letting him do whatever the hell he wanted. (That smirk on his face? It told you he already knew which way you'd lean.)

Namjoon cracked his knuckles, looking way too pleased with himself.

"Alright, baby—" He popped open the honeycomb box with practiced ease. "Let’s get you nice and sweet."

The second Namjoon told you to strip, you obeyed without question.

Because, let’s be honest—take-charge Namjoon? A rarity. A once-in-a-blue-moon phenomenon. And it was so, so, so hot.

You barely shimmied out of your clothes before he was on you, looming like a beast with one thing on his mind. His glasses had been tossed somewhere (a shame, really, because hot and commanding plus glasses? Whew), and his big, calloused hands were already palming the honeycomb.

You were ready—expecting teasing licks, slow drizzles of honey over your stomach, maybe even a cheeky little suck on your fingers.

But no.

Namjoon squeezed the honeycomb.

Directly over your boobs.

Cold, thick, golden honey dripped in heavy globs, plopping onto your skin with an almost offensive schlop.

"NAMJOON—!"

He blinked. Innocently. As if he didn’t just turn your chest into a goddamn honey-glazed feast.

"What?" he asked, brows furrowed, genuinely confused at your outrage.

You gawked at him. "What do you mean, ‘what’?! Do you see what you just did?!"

Namjoon definitely saw what he just did. His entire face lit up as he stared at your sticky, glistening skin like you were some kind of delicacy.

"Mmh," he hummed, grinning, "yeah. I see."

Oh, you were so doomed.

Before you could even process the mess he’d made, Namjoon doubled down.

With both hands, he smeared the honey across your skin, rubbing it in like some kind of primal body oil. His massive palms dragged over your stomach, your thighs, your everything, leaving no part untouched.

"NAMJOON!" you screeched, half-laughing, half-mortified as his fingers kneaded into your hips, your waist, your—oh my god.

He was grinning, completely unbothered, absolutely delighted with himself.

"Shh, baby," he murmured, leaning down. His lips ghosted over yours, breath warm and way too smug. "I’m making sure it’s evenly distributed."

Before you could curse him out, he kissed you.

Hard.

And that wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was the way his sticky hands groped you, squeezing your honey-covered skin like he owned it. Like he had all the time in the world to knead and stroke and tease, mapping your body like he was committing every inch to memory.

His thumb flicked over your nipple, and you whimpered—half from the sensation, half from the goddamn honey making everything ten times warmer and messier.

Namjoon chuckled against your lips, low and satisfied.

"You’re so sweet, baby," he mused, nipping at your jaw. "I could eat you up."

…And judging by the way he descended on you next, you had no doubt he was about to do exactly that.

Before you could even recover from the onslaught of sticky kisses and groping, Namjoon reached for the honeycomb again.

You barely had time to process before he gave it another firm squeeze, watching as the golden nectar drizzled onto your already-glazed skin.

"Joonie," you panted, half-heartedly swatting at his wrist. "Sweetie You’re making a mess—"

"Mhm." His hum was completely unrepentant as he dipped his fingers into the fresh honey, coating them thoroughly before bringing them between your thighs.

Your breath hitched.

Namjoon smirked.

"Let’s see how sweet you really are, baby."

And then, without warning, he used those same honey-slicked fingers to spread you apart—slow, deliberate, letting the warm, sticky sensation sink into your skin before he pressed in.

The stretch was torturous, the slow slide making you gasp as the honey only made everything more intense—more messy, more heated, more overwhelming.

"Shit," Namjoon groaned, watching the way you took him, the way his fingers disappeared inside you with an obscene, honey-slick sound. His free hand tightened on your thigh, gripping hard enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck, baby," he rasped. "Look at you—dripping and messy, all for me."

His thumb brushed against your clit, making you jolt, and he just grinned, leaning down to capture your lips in another filthy, honey-sweet kiss.

Namjoon groaned as his tongue dragged over your honey-slick skin, starting at your throat and working his way down. He was thorough—painstakingly slow—his mouth hot and wet as he licked you clean.

Every kiss, every bite sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. And he wasn’t just taking his time—he was savoring you, humming deep in his chest like he’d never tasted something so good.

"Joon," you gasped when he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, your back arching as a wave of heat surged through you.

His only response was a deep chuckle against your skin, his fingers curling inside you at the same time his palm rubbed against your clit.

The pressure was insane, the way his broad hand pressed against you, rolling his palm just enough to have your thighs shaking around him.

"You’re so messy, baby," he murmured against your collarbone before dragging his tongue lower, dipping between the valley of your breasts. "So fucking sweet."

And then—he bit down, just enough to make you yelp, before soothing it with his tongue, his fingers still pumping into you, still keeping that relentless pressure on your clit.

You were done for.

Namjoon groaned as he dragged his tongue down, his breath hot against your sticky, honey-coated skin. His favorite part of you—so soft, so fucking perfect—was right in front of him, and he wasn’t about to hold back.

His lips latched onto one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the already sensitive bud before he sucked, hard.

"J-Joon—!" Your back arched as pleasure shot straight down your spine, your hands flying to his hair, tugging—but it only spurred him on.

He moaned against your chest, his big hands cupping your breasts, squeezing them together as he left hickey after hickey, marking you up like he was claiming you.

Each kiss, each bite was relentless, his teeth scraping just enough to make your breath hitch before his tongue soothed the sting. Your nipples were already puffy and raw, but he didn't stop.

If anything, he got greedier, alternating between your breasts, flicking his tongue over your swollen nipples before sucking them deep into his mouth.

"You’re so fucking sweet," he groaned, his voice wrecked as he buried his face between your breasts, his tongue lapping at the honey. "Can’t get enough of you."

And then—his fingers tightened on your waist, his hips grinding into yours as he growled, his cock pressing hard against your thigh.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered, looking up at you with dark, hunger-filled eyes, his lips shiny with honey and spit. "I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet."

It was honestly concerning—and so fucking hot—to see Namjoon like this.

He was always so careful with you, so gentle, like he was afraid he’d break you if he so much as breathed too hard in your direction. But now?

Now he was feral.

His glasses were long forgotten, his hair messy from your fingers pulling at it, his lips shiny with honey and spit, and his eyes—fuck, his eyes—were dark with pure, unfiltered hunger.

"Joon," you gasped as he pinched your already swollen nipple, rolling it between his fingers before soothing it with his tongue. His other hand was still rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit, and it was making you squirm.

"You’re always so eager," he murmured against your chest, his voice thick with amusement and arousal. "So desperate. You love this, don’t you?"

Your breath hitched—not just from his words but from the way he ground his cock against you, hard.

"You're one to talk," you shot back, trying to sound defiant, but it came out as a whimper instead when he suddenly pushed his fingers inside you, stretching you with that same slow, teasing pace.

Namjoon chuckled, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. "Maybe," he admitted, curling his fingers just right to make you gasp. "But at least I’m not the one who’s already dripping all over my hand."

He was so smug. So cocky. And you should have been annoyed.

But you weren’t.

Not when he looked at you like that. Not when he touched you like that.

Not when he was finally—finally—letting go.

He kissed and sucked lower and lower, leaving no spot untouched, no inch of skin left unmarked. His tongue traced every curve, every dip, worshiping you with slow, deliberate drags of his mouth.

And then—

Then he finally reached his heaven.

Namjoon groaned, deep and needy, his breath hot against your slick folds as he spread you open with his thumbs. His grip was firm, his hands still sticky with honey, and the contrast of warmth and cool air made you shudder.

"Fuck," he rasped, his voice wrecked. "So pretty."

He didn’t waste a second.

His mouth latched onto you like he was starving, tongue pressing flat before curling just right, dragging slow, lazy circles around your clit before dipping lower. His nose nudged against you as he devoured you, humming like he was tasting the sweetest honeycomb in the world.

And maybe—maybe—to him, you were.

Your fingers flew to his hair, tangling in the strands as your thighs trembled against his broad shoulders. But Namjoon wasn’t having it.

He growled—low, deep, possessive—before throwing your legs over his shoulders and pulling you closer, until there was no escaping the relentless, messy way he ate you out.

"J-Joon—!" you choked out, the overstimulation making you arch, your body a livewire under his touch.

He only moaned in response, his grip tightening as he flicked his tongue faster, hungrier, pushing you closer and closer to the edge until you were begging—until you were a writhing, panting mess beneath him.

Namjoon was utterly feral.

He didn’t even need his hands—he just buried his face between your thighs and devoured you. Messy. Sloppy. Loud. The obscene slurping noises mixed with his deep, satisfied groans made your entire body burn.

The only time he used his hands was to grab another chunk of honeycomb, squeezing it over your skin, letting the golden nectar drip and pool between your legs before he licked it up like he was dying for it.

"Joon—!" Your breath hitched as he moaned into you, the vibrations making your toes curl.

His tongue worked you over ruthlessly, alternating between slow, deep drags and fast flicks, never giving you a moment to breathe. He was so into it, so consumed, so gone in the taste of you mixed with honey that you swore he wasn’t even thinking anymore.

Just acting on pure instinct.

Your hands fisted in his hair, but he ignored you, too busy lapping up every drop of honey and slick, groaning like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

Namjoon was obsessed.

He used his fingers to spread you apart, watching intently as the honey and slick mixed together, making an absolute mess of you. His breath was hot against your sensitive skin, and then—fuck—he pressed his tongue inside, trying to reach as deep as he could.

The stretch was nothing compared to what he usually gave you, but the sensation? The feeling of his wet, warm tongue pushing in, curling, licking you from the inside? It had your thighs trembling.

"J-Joonie—oh my god—"

His deep groan vibrated against you, sending shockwaves up your spine. He was so into it, so gone, his fingers tightening on your thighs as if he couldn’t get enough. He licked, sucked, and fucked you with his tongue, dragging more of the sticky honey over your folds, making sure there wasn’t a single inch of you left untouched.

And the worst part? You could hear how much he was enjoying himself—soft, muffled moans between every stroke of his tongue, as if he was the one getting off on this.

Namjoon didn’t even warn you.

One second, you were flat on your back, drowning in the sensation of his tongue, and the next—you were flipped over, knees sinking into the mattress, ass up, his big hands spreading you apart.

He groaned at the sight, low and guttural, before burying his face right back in.

"J-Joon—fuck—"

Your fingers twisted in the sheets, desperate to ground yourself, but it was too much. The way he squeezed and groped at your ass, the obscene way he kissed your clit, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before fucking back into you—it had you shaking.

And when he moaned—actually moaned against you, lost in his own hunger—that was it. Your vision blurred, your back arched, and you came hard, spilling over his tongue, soaking his lips and chin.

But Namjoon?

He just groaned again, gripping you tighter, and kept going.

Namjoon had never done this for so long before.

Sure, he’d eaten you out before—thoroughly, at that. But this? This was something else. Something almost primal.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. He just kept going, dragging you through one orgasm, then another, until your legs were trembling and your throat was raw from crying out.

"J-Joon—please, I—"

You couldn’t even finish the sentence. Your body was shaking, overwhelmed, every nerve fried from the intensity. But Namjoon? He only hummed against you, the vibrations sending another sharp jolt through your spine.

His hands squeezed your ass, spreading you wider as his tongue fucked into you again, and you whimpered, nearly collapsing into the sheets.

You could feel his breath against your skin when he finally pulled back, lips shiny with your slick and the remnants of honey.

"One more." His voice was low, rough, almost a growl. "Give me one more, baby."

And fuck—how could you ever tell him no?

Namjoon was gone.

The moment he pulled back, his lips were still wet, his face flushed, and his glasses slightly fogged. But none of that compared to the way he looked at you—hungry, desperate, completely fucked out before he’d even gotten inside you.

Still in his daze, he flipped you, grabbed your thighs and hauled them up, pressing your knees to your chest as he settled between them, his favorite position—the one that let him see everything, that let him fold you into him like you were made to fit there.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he shoved his boxers down, and—fuck.

His cock slapped against your swollen clit, dragging slick and honey along your folds as he rocked against you. And then—he moaned.

Deep, needy, utterly wrecked.

You stared, brain short-circuiting.

"Did you just—?"

Namjoon groaned again, grinding against you like he was starving. His brows furrowed, his hips twitching, his voice almost whiny.

"Fuck—need you—"

Your stomach dropped.

Holy shit.

Namjoon gritted his teeth, his massive hands gripping the back of your thighs to keep you in place. His cock dragged against your slick folds, smearing a mix of honey and arousal over your skin as he rutted against you, barely holding himself back.

His chest heaved as he forced himself to slow down, to check—to be sure. You were already so stretched from his fingers, your hole still twitching from the onslaught of his tongue. But he knew his size. Knew his girth. And if he didn’t take his time, he could hurt you.

Still panting, he dragged his fingers through the mess between your legs, gently pressing two back inside, then three—watching how easily they slid in, how your walls clenched around them, already desperate for more.

"Shit—" His voice was rough, gravelly, wrecked.

You whined, shifting, trying to grind down, trying to take more—but Namjoon held you still, barely keeping control. His cock throbbed against your stomach, impossibly thick, his knot already swelling at the base in anticipation.

"You're ready," he muttered, mostly to himself. "Fuck—you're so ready for me, aren’t you?"

His fingers pulled out, leaving you empty—only for the fat tip of his cock to press against your entrance, teasing, stretching you just enough to make your breath hitch.

Namjoon looked up, locking eyes with you. His pupils were blown wide, his lips parted, his whole body trembling with restraint.

"Last chance," he breathed. "Tell me to stop, and I will."

Like hell you would.

Your answer was immediate. A sharp whine, your hips jerking up to chase the blunt head of his cock. As if you’d ever tell him to stop.

Namjoon chuckled, the deep rumble sending a shiver down your spine. His large hand smoothed over your thigh, warm and grounding—before suddenly slapping your clit.

You yelped, body jolting, but the sting melted into pleasure so quickly it made your head spin.

"So needy," he murmured, thumbing over your clit in slow, taunting circles. "So desperate for my cock, huh? You really want me to stretch this pretty pussy out?"

You whined, nodding frantically, grabbing at his wrist, at anything.

He hummed, pleased, teasing the tip of his cock against your entrance, barely pushing in, just enough to make you feel the stretch.

"Good girl," he praised, voice rich with amusement and something darker. "Then take me."

And with that, he finally—finally—began to sink in.

The stretch was insane, bordering on too much, your walls struggling to accommodate his sheer size. But Namjoon went slow, letting you feel every inch as he slid deeper, murmuring soft, mind-melting praise—

"So fucking tight."

"Taking me so well, baby."

"God, you look so pretty stuffed full of me."

His grip on your thighs tightened, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he fought to hold himself back.

"Almost there, sweetheart—fuck, just a little more—"

And then, he bottomed out.

Namjoon groaned, his forehead pressing against yours, his cock throbbing inside you. You barely had a moment to adjust before he reached for the remaining honeycomb, his movements slow, deliberate.

Your breath hitched as he squeezed the honey right where you were connected, the warm, sticky liquid dripping over your stretched entrance, down to his cock, coating both of you in obscene slickness.

"Shit," Namjoon cursed, watching with half-lidded eyes as the honey trickled down. He used his fingers to spread it, mixing it with your arousal, smearing it over your clit, over the thick base of his cock. "Fuck, look at you, baby. So messy. So fucking sweet."

You whimpered, body twitching, and then—

He pulled out just enough to thrust back in.

The slide was so easy, so slick, the added warmth of the honey making everything more.

Namjoon moaned, his deep, guttural voice sending a rush of heat straight to your core. He gripped your thighs tighter, his pace starting slow but deep, making sure you felt every thick inch dragging along your walls before sinking all the way back in.

"You like that, sweetheart?" he rasped, leaning down to suck your bottom lip between his teeth. "Like feeling me fuck all this honey into you?"

Your nails dug into his arms, your legs tightening around his waist as you gasped, "Yes—fuck—Joon, please—"

He groaned at the sound of his name, his self-control snapping.

"Then take it."

With that, he snapped his hips forward, hard, and started fucking you in earnest.

Namjoon was so fucking good, it was criminal.

He didn’t even hesitate—didn’t wait, didn’t ease you into it—just started pounding into you with slow, devastating strokes that immediately found your g-spot. Each thrust had his cockhead grinding against it, rubbing against that spot inside you that made your back arch off the mattress, your fingers clawing at his arms.

"Fuck—Namjoon—"

He grunted against your skin, his lips latched onto one of your nipples, sucking hard as his hips snapped against yours. The wet, obscene squelching sounds of honey and arousal filled the room, mixing with your gasps and the deep groans he let out against your breast.

Then, he did the worst thing imaginable.

His palm slid down, pressing right against your clit, rubbing in slow, tight circles as his cock bullied its way deeper, slamming into your cervix like he owned it.

Your vision went white.

"You’re taking me so fucking well, sweetheart," Namjoon growled, biting down on your nipple, rolling the peak between his teeth. His other hand braced against the mattress beside your head, holding you down as he started rutting into you harder, faster. "So perfect for me—so fucking messy—"

You couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t think.

Could only feel.

Namjoon pressed his palm against your lower belly, right where he knew he was hitting the deepest, and groaned when he felt himself inside you.

"You feel that, baby?" His voice was rough, nearly slurred from how pussy-drunk he was. "Right here—I'm so deep inside you."

The pressure made your walls clamp so tight around him, your body trembling as you arched into his touch. It was too much, the way he owned every part of you—his cock stretching you open, his hand pressing down, his other palm still teasing your clit as his mouth devoured your tits.

"Fuck—fuck, Joon—"

He groaned at the sound of his name spilling from your lips, his hips snapping harder as he rolled his thumb over your swollen clit. The lewd, wet noises of your bodies slamming together mixed with your desperate gasps, his low, guttural moans, and the faint squelch of honey still smeared between you.

"God, you're so messy—so fucking tight—" Namjoon grunted, pressing harder on your belly, feeling himself bulging inside you with every deep thrust. His cock was grinding against your cervix, pushing into that soft, sensitive spot that made your vision blur.

He owned you in this moment.

Body, mind, soul—everything.

Your orgasm crashed into you like a brick, a violent, breathtaking wave that had you shuddering around him, walls clamping down so tight it was nearly unbearable. But Namjoon didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow down.

Didn’t let up.

If anything, he fucked you through it—kept driving into your overstimulated body, dragging out the pleasure until it blurred into something sharp and endless.

The moment he buried himself to the hilt, you felt it—his cock pulsing, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you, but he didn’t stop there either.

Didn’t pull out.

Didn’t even pause.

Instead, he groaned, voice wrecked, and rolled his hips to push himself deeper.

"Fuck—" he rasped, sucking a mark onto your already-bruised breast. "Gonna give you more—take it, baby, take all of it."

Your entire body convulsed, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"J-Joon—too much—fuck—"

But he just hummed, hands gripping your thighs as he pinned you in place, keeping you open and helpless as he chased his pleasure.

"You can take it, sweetheart—just one more—give me one more—"

And God, you did.

You were so stupidly overstimulated, body trembling under Namjoon as he kept fucking into you, deep and unrelenting. Every nerve felt raw, every thrust sent another sharp jolt of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

Didn’t help that he looked so fucking hot.

Didn’t help that he was huge, towering over you, muscles flexing with every precise snap of his hips.

Didn’t help that his eyes—dark, blown out with lust—were fixed on you like he was watching his prettiest masterpiece fall apart beneath him.

"F-fuck—Joon—" you choked out, eyes fluttering as another wave hit you, so intense it nearly knocked you out.

Namjoon groaned, leaning down to kiss you through it, all slow and deep, like he was trying to ground you. But even then, he didn’t stop.

Didn’t let you breathe.

Didn’t let you recover.

"I know, baby," he cooed, so fucking smug, like he wasn’t destroying you. "But you can give me another, yeah? Just one more—be good for me."

He shifted, pressing his hand against your lower belly, pushing down, and fuck—the pressure made you feel everything, like he was trying to ruin you.

"J-Joon, I—oh my fucking—"

Your legs kicked, body convulsing as you came again, sobbing through the pleasure, but Namjoon just chuckled, voice low and wrecked.

"That’s my girl."

Namjoon was chasing his pleasure, thrusts growing erratic, deep grunts spilling from his lips as he wrecked you. You could barely think, barely breathe, every inch of you raw from overstimulation, but then—

Something changed.

It was different, but you couldn’t pin what—

Until you felt it.

A slow, insistent stretch at your entrance, spreading you wide, locking him inside.

Your eyes flew open.

"J-Joon—" your voice broke, fingers scrambling at his shoulders, at the sweat-slick muscles of his back. "Are you—"

Namjoon groaned, forehead dropping to yours, panting, shuddering, his hips pressing flush against you. You felt it then, how deep he was, how he couldn’t pull out.

He was knotting you.

And in no way did you ever think the first time he’d knot you would be through his honey-covered haze.

"Fucking—shit—" Namjoon moaned, voice wrecked, like the knot locking into place was breaking him just as much as it was breaking you. "Tight—s’too tight—fuck—"

Your thighs twitched, brain scrambling to catch up. It was too much, so deep, stretching you in ways you didn’t think were possible, and—

And you loved it.

"N-Joon—" you whimpered, body melting under his weight.

Namjoon groaned, pressing his lips to your jaw, kissing soft, breath heavy. "‘M sorry, baby," he mumbled, voice all warm and slurred, like he was half gone. "Didn’t mean—couldn’t—fuck—"

Your fingers buried in his hair, tugging him down until his lips met yours, and you kissed him slow, letting him feel it.

"S’fine," you murmured, a little dazed. "I wanted this."

Namjoon stilled, then whined, a deep, broken sound against your mouth, and fuck—

The knot was pulsing inside you.

Namjoon’s breath hitched as the haze finally started to lift.

His chest was heaving, sweat dripping down his temples as he slowly—slowly—came back to himself. His knot was still snug inside you, locking you together, his cock buried so deep that you could feel the faintest pulse of it against your walls.

And then you saw it.

The realization.

His eyes widened, pupils shrinking as his brain finally processed the absolute debauchery he had just put you through.

He went still. Completely, utterly still.

You could see it, the way he was replaying everything in his head—the honey, the licking, the way he had practically ravaged you in a sugar-induced frenzy like some sort of feral beast.

His face was turning redder by the second.

"Oh… oh my fucking God," Namjoon croaked, voice hoarse with horror.

It was vindicating.

You lay there, twitching, body wrecked, filled and plugged to the absolute brim by your massive bear hybrid boyfriend—who had the audacity to look scandalized at his own actions.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh.

"Joon."

"I—" he choked, looking everywhere but at you. "I—I did not—I mean, I did, but I didn’t—"

"You absolutely did."

His hands flew to his face, groaning into them. "Holy fuck, I knotted you. While high on honey. Oh my God—"

"You did," you said cheerfully. "And it was hot."

His hands dropped.

"DO NOT ENABLE ME—"

You giggled—only to immediately wince.

Yeah, teasing him was fun, but being knotted for the first time by this giant oaf definitely took its toll. Your whole body felt wrecked, every muscle sore, and the dull, aching stretch of his still-swollen knot made you keenly aware of just how deep he was inside you.

Namjoon noticed immediately, his mortification briefly overridden by pure concern.

"Shit, baby—are you okay? Did I hurt you? I—"

"Relax, you overgrown, pervy Winnie the Pooh," you grumbled, shifting slightly and feeling just how stuffed you still were.

Namjoon choked.

"WHAT—"

You grinned, teasing, despite the fact that you were currently impaled on him like a goddamn marshmallow on a skewer. "I mean, think about it. You got high on honey, lost all control, and stuffed yourself full like a greedy little bear—"

"I'M NOT LISTENING—"

"—except instead of a honey jar, it was me."

Namjoon whimpered.

You cackled—then winced again, immediately regretting it. "Okay, laughing is a bad idea."

Namjoon panicked, hands immediately coming to rub soothing circles over your thighs. "Baby, I'm so sorry, I should’ve been more careful—"

You sighed dramatically. "Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and pet me, you degenerate bear."

His lips pressed together, torn between guilt and exasperation. But then, he sighed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he continued rubbing gentle circles into your skin.

"You're terrible," he muttered.

"And yet," you murmured smugly, "you're still balls deep in me."

He made a pained sound.

It was vindicating.

[poutyniall]

HE'S SO FUCKING TINY, ESPECIALLY NEXT TO THE KIM LINE

[minhanniecoupsie]

[jungthvkoo]

BTS IS BACK! 💜💥

[linamila17]

day 23 #orangejoon 🧡🦁

[joonlover1207]

summary: alone and adrift in a foreign land, traditional medium artist Ana finds herself at a breaking point. Overwhelmed by stress and loneliness, she collapses by the serene Han River in Korea. Just as she hits rock bottom, a kind stranger appears, offering comfort and a listening ear. Will this chance encounter be the turning point Ana needs to find solace and creative renewal?

Pairing: idol!namjoon × artist!ana

genre: first meet, named reader, angst, comfort, comedy, love, with occasional strong language 😝, fluff, first kiss?

playlist : runaway by aurora can't help falling in love with you by elvis presley

a/n : hie hie! I'm back hehe >~<. I miss namjoon a lot and this is where it lead me. This is very personal so no harsh comments pls 🙏enjoyyyyyy~

ana's POV :

after what felt like hours of walking, I dumped my bag on the ground and slumped down on the bench, staring at the beautiful reflection of the moon in the river.

I placed my hands on my thighs and folded them so I could rest my head on them.

Slowly, as thoughts filled my mind of how staying away from family feels like,

how being a stranger feels like no matter how hard you try to fit in,

how I am literally a nobody and nobody in the world loves me,

how I always pour out love for everyone and everything but my cup is always empty because I always want to give to others, to have them not feel unloved like I do,

how in this big freaking world I feel alone, with no one by my side... I started crying.

It didn't matter where I was or who was nearby; my feelings got the best of me, and now I'm weeping in front of the Han River, wishing I never had a life like this.

Why couldn't I have a normal life?

Why did I have to choose to be born in that family?

Why did I have to choose a job that requires me to stay alone in a different country?

Why am I left to feel alone and sad in this big freaking world?

While feeling all these emotions, I didn't realize when someone came and sat beside me. The person slowly put their hand on my back and started rubbing it up and down, patting gently.

I started rambling to the person,

"Why is life like this? Why are we meant to be alone?"

"Why is it so difficult to make a choice?"

"Why do we have to choose between both the things we dearly love?"

"Why is the world so cruel? Is there no one who understands this? Understands me?"

"I do, I understand what that feels like." he answered.

"I just want to be loved and taken care of, for once, is that too much to ask for? Is it impossible?" I said shedding more tears.

"It is the bare minimum, and absolutely not impossible." he said with a gentle voice.

I slowly looked up to him and tried to take in his features. He was wearing a mask, with his hoodie on his head, and the light behind him made his face barely visible, but his voice felt familiar.

"I understand and feel the same way you do. I know how it feels to be alone, to feel like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders."

Suddenly, it hit me – that voice...

No, it can't be. I looked into his eyes, and I was confirmed.

That is KIM FUCKING NAMJOON!!!!

RAP MONSTER? LEADER OF BTS? THE ULTIMATE CRUSH OF MINE?

God, why?!

This is not the way I had wanted to meet my bias!

The one person I love and respect the most has seen me at my lowest!!

holy shit, I should apologize!

I placed my hands on my mouth as I gasped and immediately stood up to bow down in apology. "Oh my god, Namjoon, oh god, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm so sorry! This is so embarrassing!"

I bowed down again, but I hit my head hard on the bench. "Oh shit, ow," I said, pressing my hands on my forehead.

He immediately got up to examine where I'd been hurt, taking my face in his hands and pulling me in closer. My breath hitched as we came closer, but he was busy examining me.

He slowly swiped his fingers on my forehead, gently blowing on the wound that had started to swell.

I don't know what came over me, but I put my hands around him and hugged him. He was shocked at first but reciprocated my actions, pulling me closer to his warm chest. I didn't know a person could feel this comfortable, soft, and warm. How he could feel like home.

I slowly started crying again, and he patted my head gently, whispering sweet words

"It's okay, I'm here for you."

"You're safe here."

"It's okay for you to cry."

"Thank you, Namjoon, you have always been my safe space, my comfort person."

I patted his back softly and said,

"You have no idea how many lives you have saved with that awesome music of yours, with the comforting words of yours."

"Your voice has healing powers, joon-ah."

"I'm so proud of you; you've done well. So, so good. 자라서!"

"You're so kind, gentle, loving, talented, and may I mention a freaking genius!"

"Whatever you are doing, I hope you know it's been recognized, and it is making a difference for people like us. You're the best leader BTS could ever have!"

Suddenly, I felt him sniffling.

Now wait a minute!

Is he crying? Oh shit, way to go! Ana, you just made him cry.

"Oh god, Joon, don't cry. I'm sorry. Oh shit, I'm sorry." I said panicking.

"It's okay, I'm just a bit overwhelmed. I have never received so many kind words from someone," he said, still holding me in place, his hands on my waist.

"Oh god, you scared me," I said, giggling, making him chuckle. "You deserve it, love. You deserve it all!" I said, placing my hand on his cheek.

"Thank you. it means the world to me," he said, staring into my eyes.

We just stood there, close to each other, sharing body warmth, eyes lost in one another. It was as if time had stopped, and we stood there, basking in the moonlight with the cool breeze of the Han River.

"You're so beautiful," we both said at the same time, making us both chuckle.

Again, as we stared back into each other's eyes, he slowly whispered, "Can I kiss you?" I was shocked, but I managed to nod my head.

He gently took my face in his hands and brought us closer. My hands held his hoodie in a tight grip.

He looked into my eyes, then at my lips, and back to my eyes, as if he was asking for permission once again.

I blinked my eyes, and that's all it took for him to place his lips on mine.

His lips were soft and pillowy. The way he kissed took my breath away.

Slowly pulling apart, he placed his head on mine as we stared back into each other's eyes. My eyes were lost in his honey-brown eyes.

He slowly smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Ah, I never imagined meeting you this way," I said, giggling, as I remembered the whole situation.

"Maybe it was the universe who planned our meeting this way."

"Maybe."

"Maybe." He smiled as he tangled his hands in mine, looking deep into my eyes....

OK now excuse as I sob bc why am I so delulu 😭

tags : @rpwprpwprpwprw @sanarin @redcherrykook @jjkarmy091 @kimnamjoonmiddletoe

(I'm sorry if you didn't want to be tagged I just tagged you bc ur my og's here!)

[namluvili]

twisted love (2)

Shit can always get complicated when you come face to face with a vampire, but you don't expect for things to take a wild turn with him.

f!reader x vampire!namjoon

this is part 2 of this story, read part one here

Word count: 739; sorry its short, I've been drinking :p

i made a playlist for this story, it helped me set the mood and write it.https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6oZbET8eNOt0kkRdpPTkNC?si=d804f3ee68394597

warning(s): slight k!ssing, Joon is stalkerish? little intimate moments, Joon is a vampire, so expect for him to want to have bl00d (no there isn't any blood play, that's disgusting.) Joon is whipped, tad bit of smut.

You woke up the next day, not even remembering what happened. You felt very sick, looking pale and your lips felt heavy and numb. Luckily, today was Saturday, so you didn't have to work at all. you got changed into more comfortable clothes and got some food out of the fridge. As you pulled out the food, a sticky note fell off from your admirer. You picked it up and it said, "I'm sure you don't feel well princess, the other stuff i put in here should help you feel better." You slowly opened the container, and their was soup on the side, with a little bit of vegetables.

You heated up what he had in store for you and slowly put your spoon to pick up the soup and tasted it, and oh my god, it tasted like straight hell. it was disgusting. this dude could not cook to save his life. You don't even remember who this guy was, let alone when he came over. That's the thing about vampires, you don't remember them at all.

You kept eating the food, because damn he was right. it helped you feel 100x better. Once you were up and ready again, you forgot you had to run to the store today. You put your shoes on, and headed out the door.

At the store, you had to grab eggs, bread, and chips. nothing else. Making your way down the chips isle, you feel as if something else is watching you. you look behind you, and there he is. Kim fucking Namjoon. you look at him in the eyes and he licks his lips coming up to you. "Well, i see someone is feeling better." he says quietly.

Why aren't you running? why aren't you scared? you should be dashing your way out and getting help. Did he really have this much of impact on you? Hes a fucking vampire, not a human. But, when you do walk away, he grabs you by the arm and twirls you around so your in his arms. "Where do you think your going Y/N? I told you this wasn't over, based on the way you were acting last night."

You want to kiss him. You want to give your whole body and soul to this man. By the way he just looks at you with his dimple smile and fangs shining. But wait? Aren't vampires not supposed to be in the sunlight? Something was weird about him.

"come on, follow me. i have something to show you. don't worry about the food, ill make sure you still get what you need". "Namjoon, i cant do this. I'm supposed to be running and screaming, why cant i? what the fuck have you done to me?"

he looks at you with this look on his face, and it doesn't look good, its full of hunger and lust. He guides you to the bathroom and tuns you to face him. "Don't, worry about what i did, you'll see in a few days love." He quickly says before he dives in to kiss you.

You cant even fight back, as soon as you saw this, thing. You wanted nothing more but to have yourself underneath him.

He makes his way up your shirt, noticing your not wearing a bra. "Oh really baby? Not wearing a bra? its like you were begging for me to just see you." he pressed his body against you, you can feel his length pushing against your leg. Hes so desperate for you that you can almost laugh. He goes towards your neck, just kissing it, making you squirm underneath him.

He slowly takes your pants off seeing your underwear and having the urge to rip them off of your body. He spreads your legs open slowly and sees the little damp part on your underwear, "hmm.. looks like someone was more then ready to see me." he says as he dives into between your legs.

As he's licking and eating away, you don't feel his fangs, its weird because he's a vampire right? but maybe falling in love with you was the best thing that's ever happened to him.

right before you finish, he peaks his head up because you have a look on your face that says something other then happiness.

you look down at him into his eyes and you say,

"J-joon, I cant do this, your not human."

[thv-jk97]

“two seconds away from falling into nothing…”

[yooboobies]

she sobs - i am she

[agustrkiveonig]

this moment of MINIMONI vibing to love maze together will always be close to my heart 💓

[xcactusarto]

✏️🎨 studies pt.2

[minxmut-cafe]

CRUSHED (LITERALLY)

Pairing : Bear hybrid Namjoon x Ferret hybrid reader.

Word count : 430 words.

Warning : none. Just crack and maybe fluffy lol.

Authors note : HELLOW y'all. This is a random Scenerio for our two idiots from Bear with me ?? I too was pancaked by a fat bitch and thought how would a feral ferret react... THIS IS HOW.

Synopsis :

"Namjoon decided to go over to his lovely girl's place only to traumatise her :("

Namjoon sighed as he unlocked her dorm with the spare key she’d recklessly given him.

"Just come in whenever, babe. My doors are always open to you. I trust you with my life."

Yeah. Well. Big mistake.

Because she wasn’t here.

Or at least, he didn’t see her anywhere.

The place was a mess—textbooks, notebooks, and snacks scattered everywhere. And in the middle of the room? A giant mountain of blankets.

Namjoon groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. "Where the hell did she go..."

He was tired.

The lecture he had attended was boring as hell, the walk here was too long, and his menace of a girlfriend had vanished when he just wanted to see her.

So, with zero hesitation—

He collapsed onto the pile of blankets.

Full body.

All of his 7’3 bear hybrid weight.

And then—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Namjoon shot up in absolute terror.

His soul left his body.

The blanket mountain screamed.

THE BLANKET MOUNTAIN. SCREAMED.

"NAMJOON!"

And that was when he realized—

SHE WAS UNDER THERE.

HE HAD JUST BODY-SLAMMED HIS TINY GIRLFRIEND.

Namjoon panicked. "OH MY GOD—BABY??!"

A small, squashed, barely-breathing voice wheezed from under him—

"You...fat...BITCH."

Namjoon yelped and rolled off her so fast he nearly broke his own neck. He scrambled to grab her, lifting her up like a sack of potatoes. "OH SHIT—ARE YOU OKAY? DID I KILL YOU? ARE YOU FLAT?"

She just groaned. Wheezed. Arms limp. Dizzy.

"You...fat...FUCK..." she gasped.

Namjoon, completely distressed, hugged her to his chest. "I’M SORRY—DO YOU NEED CPR?? DO YOU NEED MOUTH-TO-MOUTH? DO YOU NEED ME TO CALL 911??"

She weakly slapped his broad chest. "Put me down... you tree..."

Namjoon sighed in relief, gently setting her back on her feet, still gripping her shoulders. "Baby, I’m sorry, I—"

She suddenly gasped dramatically, clutching his hoodie.

"I saw the light."

Namjoon deadpanned. "Honey—"

"I saw our future children. They called me from the void, Namjoon."

Namjoon sighed, rubbing his temples. "Here we go—"

"They called me Mommy."

"Oh my fucking god."

"They said: Mommy, why is Daddy a fat bitch—"

"I’m leaving."

[uwu-fangurl]

Flower flower flower 🌼

[minhanniecoupsie]

[jungthvkoo]

they are really back 💌

[linamila17]

day 25 #greenjoon 💚🌳