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How To Train Your Human

Summary: You went into the woods looking for your father, however you ventured too far west and ended up in the territory of the dragons. You thought you'd be incinerated on the spot as tradition states that humans can only enter dragon territory once a year, however it seems your defiance and stubbornness is rewarded when the leader of the dragons takes you under his wing.

Word Count: 18K

Paring: Namjoon/Reader

Rating: 18+ MDNI!

Tags: fantasy, dragon shifter Namjoon, porn with plot, slow burn, some angst, I'm sorry jimin, size kink, size difference, smut, taehyung is a MENACE, big dick joon, pussy eating, fingering, fucking, nipple sucking, belly bulge, namjoon has a big dragon dick idk what to tell ya.

Authors Note: This is a repost of a fic I wrote months ago. I feel like Joon could use more love (and more fics written about him) so I decided to repost this after it got deleted. Enjoy

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Also blame this post because phew....

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“Wait! You can’t! Seriously!” A male voice called to you over the sound of the wind as you hiked your skirts higher to avoid the big puddles left behind by last night’s rain and stomped into the town you had spent so much time avoiding as fury and anger rolled off of you in waves, threatening to evaporate anyone who stands in your path.

“I said leave me alone!” You called back to him, not bothering to look at his handsome face as you marched through town watching the people of Frosthill stare at you in shock.

It isn’t very ladylike to storm through town, hiking your skirts up and yelling at someone but you felt this town had ridiculed you enough to the point where you could act out a bit.

“Please! Just listen!” A warm hand closes around your wrist, and you whirl around to face him, your jaw clenched and your eyes wide. He keeps a strong hold on your arm to hold you back.

“Jimin I have heard enough. There is a person! A human! Missing! And your father sent you to what? Shut me up. Reassure me he is doing everything he can while he sits in his office and does fuck all?” You curse rolling your eyes when an older woman standing a foot away tuts at your choice of language.

Well fuck her too

“You can’t just storm his office. He sent me to reassure you we are doing everything possible to find him.” Jimin says eyes wide, as you rip your wrist from his smothering hold and let out a maniacal laugh

“He has been missing for a week Jimin. I highly doubt it.”

You don’t bother to wait for his rebuttal, instead, you trek on as most of the town is now outside their homes staring at you with a mix of shock and fear.

You delicately stepped over a puddle and continued further into town, whatever spell Jimin was under seemed to break as you could hear him calling for you over the wind as you blatantly ignored him once again and finally made it to the town square.

Families were out for their morning walk and nearly jumped out of the way at the sight of you trampling up to them, face screwed up in anger and jaw clenched tight. Little kids were playing by the fountain and they all whispered behind their hands as you passed, you had a feeling you knew what they were saying, old tales passed down from their parents but you continued to march on.

Leaves swirled around your feet and the wind carried Jimin’s pleas for you to stop and listen but you ignored it all over the blood pounding in your ears as you finally made it to The Governor’s office.

The tall brick building stood out against the rest of them as it was the nicest in the square.

You could feel the townspeople closing in as if this was Saturday morning entertainment, and you tried your best to shake that off as Jimin finally caught up to you and once again grabbed your wrist.

“You’re making a scene. Stop this foolishness.” He commanded in a tone that sounded so much like his father that it made you stop and reevaluate.

But a person was missing.

They had been missing for a week

Doing a job for The Governer who didn’t bother looking for him

A whole new surge of anger swelled inside you and you once again ripped yourself from Jimin’s grasp.

“Who cares if I make a scene? This is what they want isn’t it?” You cry out, loud enough for the surrounding people to hear you

Jimin lowers his eyes.

You bite your lip.

“You know full well why I’m doing this Jimin. It’s been a week. Seven days. We both know what lives beyond the town line where he was sent by The Governor.”

Jimin has nothing to say.

Because of course, he doesn’t

“You know why I have to do this. And if you try to stop me again-”

Your voice lowers so only he can hear, you lean in and take in his musky sweet smell and press your cold lips to the shell of his ear.

“That thing I did a couple of nights ago with you, in the barn… consider it done. Forever.”

Jimin’s eyes widen and a blush coats his cheeks as you give him a wink before climbing up the stairs, leaving him dumbfounded at the bottom before throwing open the doors and heading inside.

The lobby is warm and eases the cold that seemed to soak through your bones on your walk here and when you spot The Governor’s receptionist you can’t help but smirk when you see her horrified look at you standing in the office.

'“Good Morning is The Governor busy?” You ask, keeping your voice sweet as you lean on the desk and the door bangs open behind you.

Jimin.

Great.

“I-Uh-Well- he seems to-uh”

“Perfect I’ll see myself in!” You exclaim not waiting for her to stop blabbering as you push open the door to her right and head into the narrow short hallway that leads to The Governers office.

You can hear Jimin muttering something to her but you pay it no mind as you walk the hallway and Jimin’s right behind you again.

You stand in front of the intimidating oak door and poise your hand to knock when you feel Jimin’s presence behind you.

He doesn’t say anything for once and for that you are thankful as you knock three times and a deep voice tells you to enter.

The office is spacious and filled with dark oak furniture and luxurious chairs that probably cost all the money your family has and when he looks up from the papers on his desk he seems not at all surprised to see you.

One of the townspeople must have tipped him off.

“Ah, Jimin didn’t I tell you to talk to her, not bring her here.” Mr. Park says wearily as he shuffles more papers as if it will make him look important and Jimin fidgets next to you.

“I came here myself. Jimin had nothing to do with it.” You say boldly as you don’t bother to wait for an invitation that won’t come and instead, you take a plush dark green chair by his desk and plop yourself down into it.

If The Governor is scandalized by your behavior he doesn’t show it, Jimin however makes a noise in the back of his throat which you choose to ignore.

“Well, I have a feeling I know why you have stomped through town all the way here but do enlighten me in case I am mistaken.” The Governor says leaning back in his chair and taking off his glasses wiping a hand down his weary face.

“Well, I’d like to report a missing person, though according to your son, you are doing everything in your power to find him. I just wanted to make sure as it has been an entire week since he has left. On your orders, I might add.” You snarled as Jimin seemed to press himself further into the wall behind you and The Governor looked shocked you were so boldly talking to him like that.

“As I’m sure my son stated we are-”

You cut him off.

“Jimin did a great job of filling me in on all the things you are doing but I’d like some results, Governor. You sent my father out to gather mahogany for a town project and he was more than happy to do so even though this town has treated him so poorly. Did you do this on purpose to send him away?” You ask flattening your hands over your skirt to hide how badly they were shaking.

“Send him away? Are you accusing me? We did not do this to send him away. We need that wood to rebuild some furniture items in townspeople’s homes. The beds are falling apart. Children are sleeping on the floor. He is the town’s carpenter and inventor after all! He was the perfect person for the job!” The Governor cries out

You stare at him shifting in your chair and letting your thoughts run wild. He has been missing for seven days. He was supposed to already be back but never came home. He has actually been gone for eleven days but he said the job would only take four days, mahogany only grows in the deepest and thickest parts of the forest, where all types of creatures live.

“Governor you know as well as I do that this job was only supposed to take four days. One to head to the deep woods, two to cut down some trees, and one more to haul the wood back. He has been gone for eleven days in total. You are a smart man. We all know the lore and traditions we uphold. You know what lurks in the deepest parts of the forest where said trees grow. We all know the treaty that was formed over two hundred years ago. Did you send my father to his death? He has been called the town lunatic for quite some time now, inventor turned carpenter after the incident with my mother. It would be easy to send him on an impossible task to get rid of him.” You ponder keeping your voice steady and low as your stomach turns at the possibility of it being true.

The Governor shifts in his seat and shuffles more papers on his desk seemingly worried at what you are accusing him of.

“We do have concerns about him not coming back, the only problem is our best men are currently out in the eastern town dealing with some business. Yoongi and his men won’t be back for another two weeks and we can’t exactly call him back for one missing person.” The Governor admits wiping at his brow as you sink lower in your chair.

Two more weeks?

“I can’t wait that long. We can’t wait that long and you know that!” You cry out.

“I understand the concern but my hands are tied.”

“You have other options. Go into the forest and talk to the dragons. You must have a good rapport with them after sending them offerings for so long!” You beg and The Governor lets out a harsh laugh.

“Visit them? When we only visit once a year? The treaty that was signed said we would not impose on each other’s land except once a year to give each other gifts as a sign of peace. Invading their land just to ask about a missing person is suicide!” He cries out face red

You slump further in your chair hanging your head.

“Listen I’m going to be frank with you here. I want your father to be okay. I do. After what happened with your mother. I know how important he is to you and how he’s all you have. But this town just doesn’t have the manpower. All of my men fit for the job are out with Yoongi. This town is ever growing and changing but we just don’t have the manpower right now. And no woman is fit for the job.” He says with a high laugh as if that thought alone is absurd

“So you are going to have to wait. Sorry, that is my final word.” He says eyes full of sympathy but you don’t dare look into them, you received too many of those looks when your mother passed.

However, his blatant comment about how now the woman is fit for the job sent a new wave of anger and hatred through you. In your eyes, women were just as powerful as men regardless of what The Governor or the townspeople thought. You could easily overpower Jimin if you had to and when you whirled around to see him giving you the same sympathetic look his father was giving you an idea formed in your head.

You stood up and bowed slightly to The Governor.

“I appreciate your words, Governor. Can we make a deal? I will be patient and not bother you again until Yoongi’s men are home if you promise me once they are healed up and ready they will go out looking for my father. I would also like it in writing please.”

The Governor’s eyebrows raised but after sending you a simple nod he drew up the papers and within ten minutes you both had signed and the paper was tucked safely into your small pouch that hung around your waist.

“Thank you for your time Governor.” You say humbly as you once again bow and you hear him tell Jimin to be a gentleman and walk you home.

You snicker as everything falls into plan.

The Autumn sun is weak but still feels nice on your face as Jimin keeps a hand on the small of your back as he takes you out of the village and to your humble little stone house at the very edge of town. He is talking the whole way home but you don’t hear him over all the plans and ideas that are swirling around your head.

Jimin’s hand is warm on your back and you shoot him a grateful smile when your house finally comes into sight.

It’s nothing big or fancy. Just a two-story stone house with a coop and barn in the back surrounded by giant trees of many varieties that seem to always cast the house in its shadow.

Jimin brought you right up to the front of the house hand still on the small of your back as the sun dipped behind a cloud casting everything in darkness for only a moment before reappearing.

“There you go safe and sound,” Jimin says with a small smile on his face as you finally lift your head to stare at him.

“Thank you for walking me home Jimin. Even though I was off the handle earlier I appreciate you looking out for me.” You say smiling shyly.

“I’m always happy to help.” He says looking down at your lips not so subtly and you can’t help but smirk.

'“It is quite chilly out here don’t you think? Want to come inside and get warmed up before you head back.” You offer with a tilt of your head as Jimin nods and you let him into your tiny but cozy home.

You move around lighting candles and getting the fire started as Jimin takes the house in. He had never been inside your house as most of your rendezvous had been in the barn out back amongst the soft hay where no one could see.

If anyone knew he was sleeping with the carpenter's daughter.

He shuddered to think what would happen.

Lucky for him you didn’t seem to mind the secrecy and something about the thrill of being caught seemed to turn you on.

Jimin felt his pants tighten when he thought about that night in the barn. How warm and wet your mouth was, how hot you sounded moaning under him as he breached your wet folds with his cock.

You turned around startling him from his lewd thoughts and when your eyes flicked downwards he knew he had been caught.

Jimin also looked down to see his cock sticking out obscenely from his light-colored pants and he blushed furiously as you smiled softly and walked towards him, gracefully slow like you had done time and time before.

“That must be uncomfortable.” You comment reaching a warmed hand down to cup him through his pants and Jimin hissed at the contact.

“I was just…thinking.” He finished lamely as it seemed all the blood in his body had flooded his cock and left him feeling dumb and slow with his words.

“And what would you be thinking about that got you so excited?” You coo applying more pressure and palming the head in a way that has his cock twitching embarrassingly fast.

“The barn. What we did. In the barn.” He says as his eyes flutter closed and his plush lips part to let out a content sigh when you begin to stroke him through his pants.

“That night was memorable for me too you know.” You whisper, unable to stop yourself from leaning closer to him and nibbling gently on his ear.

Jimin shudders at the combination of your mouth and hand and in an instant he pushes you against the small wooden kitchen table and his lips attack yours in a fiery kiss.

You moan into his mouth and your hands leave his bulge to pull him into your small bedroom.

Hands come to rip at buttons and undo laces and by the time you are both stark naked in front of each other, you begin to go at each other again with a new fever that makes you moan and throw your head back as Jimin’s mouth explores your perky breasts.

You reach down to stroke his hardened cock and you feel how much arousal is dripping out of him as you gather it and slide it down his heated length, flicking your wrist as you get to the head making him twitch in your grasp.

“It was so hot watching you stand up to my father like that. Fuck I was so worried I would get erect when I was in his office,” he admits between kisses as his fingers come down to play with your entrance.

The sun is slipping lower in the sky and you know you have to get a move on.

“Fuck me. Jimin, please. I’m so wet for you!” You cry out when his finger circles your clit in a way that makes you arch up into his touch.

You know Jimin well enough to know he likes it when you beg so he pushes you down on the bed lightly and grabs your legs forcing them open.

You see the lust glinting in his eyes when he lines his cock up to your dripping entrance and when he enters you the moan that leaves your mouth is obscene. You throw your head back to give him a free show as he finally fills you to the hilt and takes in your naked form under his body.

“You are so beautiful. You know that right?” He asks as you nod and begin to fuck yourself down on his cock. Taking him this quick will result in you feeling sore the next day but you knew you had to act fast so you began to fuck yourself against him like a needy animal.

Moans were spilling from both your mouths as he fucked into your harshly. The old bed creaked under your bodies but you both didn’t seem to mind the noise. You arched your back to get him deeper and whined out his name as you felt your high approaching quickly.

“Jimin-gonna-f-fuck.” You cry out as his fingers come down to circle your clit and you tip over the edge crying out his name and cuming hard around his length.

Jimin pulls out of you once you recover and spills his seed all over your naked stomach and chest as you watch in awe how his cock throbs in his fingers and how his seed paints you.

Once spent, Jimin flops down on the bed and you head to the small bathroom to get cleaned up. You don’t bother redressing as Jimin has seen it all before and when you come back to your small bedroom he is still on the bed fighting the urge to sleep.

“That was incredible.” He breathes out as his cheek is smushed into one of your pillows and tiredness seems to take over his body.

“Jimin you seem tired. Rest here before you head back.” You coo as you sit on the bed and rub his back in soothing circles.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose?” He asks, though his eyes do flutter closed.

“You are never imposing. Get some rest.” You say kissing the crown of his head as he falls into a peaceful slumber.

Jimin wakes because he feels cold all over. He lifts his head to take in his surroundings and realizes he is still in your home. He smiles to himself as he takes in your scent still lingering on the pillow and when he turns over he expects to see you there patiently waiting for him to wake up.

What he doesn’t expect is for the bed to be empty.

He sits up and slowly dresses himself before moving from room to room to look for you. Worry rises in his chest when he sees all the candles were extinguished and the fire was put out, it wasn’t even warm anymore which meant it must have been put out ages ago.

He worries that someone took you until he sees a note on the table from you.

Thank you for the dagger.

Jimin pales and runs a hand down his front before realizing he never put back on his scabbard. He took it off in the frenzy and left it on the floor of your room.

He runs back to the bedroom but his weapon is nowhere to be found and he lets out a groan of frustration.

You took his dagger. Why the hell would you take his dagger?

Then it dawns on him, you weren’t making peace with his father after all. You were only complying because you had given up on his father ever helping you. Instead, you used his son to steal a weapon that women were not allowed to have and you were going to traverse the cold woods by yourself. That was why you were so eager to bed him. You needed him to fall asleep so you could steal the weapon while it was still daylight.

Jimin bit his lip. He wasn’t sure what to tell his father. No one would believe you had played dirty and overpowered him to steal his weapon. And he couldn’t exactly walk into his father’s office and tell him he had been off having the most mind-blowing sex with you and his weapon got stolen.

Jimin sighed and left the small cabin, briefly staring at the woods that loomed around your property. Hoping you made it back safe as you were the best fuck he ever had.

The woods behind your house were like a second home to you. The air was crisp with autumn and the leaves crunched under your boots as you grabbed at the scabbard around your chest to make sure it was still there.

You had left Jimin in the little cottage alone and hoped he wouldn’t mind that you had borrowed his weapon, well you guessed he didn’t have a choice as you had left over an hour ago.

The crunching of the leaves was the only sound as you traversed the woods and kept close to the path that had been set out before you by generations of woodcutters.

You were grateful you had the idea to change into your father’s clothes before leaving, as a woman alone in the woods was dangerous.

You passed the mighty pine trees and birch trees, knowing that the trees you were looking for were much deeper in the woods.

The air smelt of campfire and you tried your best to steer clear of that as that meant people, and you didn’t want to run into anyone on this path.

You pulled your cloak hood higher on your head to hide your hair as you walked through the woods, ears prickling at every sound around you as you went deeper and deeper.

The trees seemed more spaced out here and you knew you were getting close as dusk was approaching. Surviving a night in the woods without cover was not an option so you kept your eyes out for a small cave that you could hide in until daybreak.

A noise to your right caused you to jump and place a hand on your heart but it turned out to be a small fluffy rabbit sniffing the ground a foot away.

You continued your trek until you found a small cave that was perfect to spend the night in. Your parents had taught you basic survival so you were able to get a fire started and get a can of beans cooking as you waited out the night.

Once morning arrived you cleared everything, checked once again you had Jimin’s dagger, and ventured off into the world.

The town of Frosthill seemed miles away by now and you wondered if anyone would even notice that you were gone beside Jimin.

You shook your head as you pulled your hood up against the morning air.

Not one single person cared when you were in town so why would they bother to care now?

You hiked for several hours. Vaguely aware of where you were going you followed the narrow dirt path and tried your best not to trip on leaves or roots that stuck up from the ground.

The path became narrower with each passing hour and doubt filled your mind as you wondered if this was even the right way.

The path was so covered by leaves you weren’t sure anymore as you twirled in a circle and took in your surroundings.

If you went too far West you would be in their territory and you shuddered at the thought.

Clouds were starting to roll in and you wondered if you were going to get another autumn storm as you peered up into the sky.

However what was blocking out the sun was not clouds, but two dragons circling the area.

Oh shit.

Their bodies were long and wide as their wings flapped carrying them miles within a single second. You clapped your hand over your mouth to stop from screaming as your eyes scanned the area. You needed a place to hide and now.

You had ventured too far west.

You were on dragon land.

You knew the stories of what happened when a human set foot on Dragonland without permission, usually, they never made it out alive.

The dragons were still circling the area seemingly looking for something and you hurried through the woods in search of a cave or a big bolder, anything to hide you.

As you panicked the dragons above seemed to hover in midair as you ran through the forest in search of a hiding place. Twigs and leaves were crunching under your boots and branches slammed at your arms and face. You tried your best to stay upright as it seemed the very forest you were in was trying to reveal you.

Everyone knew you could not outrun a dragon but you didn’t know what else to do as your heart hammered in your chest and every fiber of your being was begging you to run and hide.

You stumbled across a big rock and hid behind it just as something touched down beside you. The scream you let out seemed to echo through the trees as you clapped a hand over your mouth and stood in shock as a dragon landed beside you.

You had never met a dragon before, only heard the stories, so being this close to one was frightening.

It was a big black dragon but you could see gold flecks in his scales as he stared at you. His eyes were narrowed and curious as you stood as still as you could, hoping somehow he couldn’t see you.

Another thump had your chest heaving as you backed yourself into the cold mossy rock as the other dragon touched down on your other side.

This dragon was much bigger and instead of having golden-flecked scales this one’s scales seemed to shimmer a bright iridescent pink and you forced yourself to breathe and not pass out.

The dragons had you blocked in on both sides and you cursed yourself for not heading toward a body of water. Sure maybe you would have frozen to death but it would have masked your scent and made it harder for them to find you.

Bile rose in your throat but you fought to swallow it down as the dragons seemed to stare at each other unsure of what to do.

If they were going to kill you for stepping on their land could they at least get it over with instead of leaving you here frozen in fear as you try your best not to throw up on yourself?

The dragons finally seem to agree as one of them gives the other a slight nod before launching itself into the sky making your hood fly off your head

The other dragon wastes no time and uses its claws to hold you firm before launching itself into the sky after the bigger one.

Your scream gets swallowed by the wind as the dragon follows the other and they take you miles away from where you were just standing. Tears stain your cheeks as the wind whips around.

The journey is short and when you see land coming into view you once again swallow down the bile rising as trees of red and yellow and brilliant orange come closer.

The dragons start to descend and you close your eyes as they seem to nosedive back down to earth.

The dragon that is holding you lets go right before they hit the ground causing to you stumble and hit the mossy earth hard as they touch down gracefully ten feet away.

A harsh pain shoots through your shoulder at the landing as anxiety is gripping you tight, keeping you sprawled out on the forest floor as you breathe in the scent of moss and earth and your senses seem to come back slowly one at a time.

You hear huffs and grunts and bravely lift your head to see the dragons eyeing each other and communicating.

Their sharp eyes flick to yours and for a moment you wonder if it would be best to play dead but you know the scent of your sweat from nerves would give it away, so instead you stay down on the ground and await for what comes next.

The ground shakes and the earth seems to uproot as something much larger and scarier comes into view.

A grand dragon, like nothing you had ever seen before touches down in front of you. This dragon was huge with tar-black scales and wings that were so wide they took up most of the clearing. The dragon’s eyes were pure gold as was his belly. His wings were a mixture of gold and black giving off a sense of importance as he lifted his head and sniffed the air.

He must be the head of the dragons and you knew you were in trouble.

You dipped your head low and prayed under your breath that someone would come to save you when the two dragons that brought you here let out a series of snaps and growls, clearly informing their leader what had happened.

You stayed close to the ground shivering in fear as the leader let out a low warning growl and both the dragons that found you shot into the sky and left you alone with the biggest dragon.

You were visibly shaking, your dagger bit into your chest as you stayed flat on the ground. You didn’t dare make the first move as you felt the dragon sniff the air again and then with a flash he grabbed you in his large talons and dragged you off.

You covered your mouth to stop your scream as he dragged you further into the woods, knocking over trees and storming over land as he found a cave suitable and threw you inside.

Your body hit the earth hard and you moaned in pain as you rolled in a ball and waited for death to take you.

Instead, however, you noticed an eerie silence as the dragon seemed to be doing nothing at all. Your heart hammered in your chest as if it was fighting to stay alive and you steeled yourself before lifting your head.

Gone was the dragon and in its place was a man.

You gasped and shakily stood up bracing yourself on the wall of the cave as you took him in.

He was tall, a lot taller than you with dark hair that fell into his sharp dragon-like eyes which were now a deep brown color instead of gold. His lips were full and his jawline was sharp. He was wearing a simple black outfit that kept most of his body covered but you could tell by his silhouette he was fit.

He procured a black cape and tossed it your way without looking at you. Instead, his eyes were on the sky above as if he were waiting for something. You felt the material under your hands. It was silky but the inside was made of fur and would keep you warm as you held it in your hands you looked up at him with utter confusion.

“Put it on.” He demanded in a gruff tone as you followed his orders and threw it over your shoulders. It smelt manly and spicy and something carnal swirled inside of you.

“What? What’s going on?” You asked as your legs finally gave way and you sunk to the ground. You didn’t wait for his reply and instead, you crawled to the corner of the cave and got sick against the wall.

The man waited patiently for you to finish and when you wiped your mouth and turned around he was still staring at you with those eyes you were sure could see right through to your very soul.

He radiated power and authority and you felt embarassment creep up as you just got sick in front of him.

“What-where? What happened where’s the dragon?’ You asked feeling silly as you slumped against the cold and damp cave wall and you wiped your brow eyeing him standing there.

“How do you suppose we interact with you humans during the yearly offerings? You think your kind can speak dragon. Please.” He scoffs as if your question offends him and you draw the cloak he gave you closer around your body to ward off the chill.

He must sense your distress because he leaves the cave for a moment and returns with firewood. He plops it on the ground in front of you and turns on his heel transforming himself into the big dragon he was once. You push your back against the wall in fright but all he does is blow a small fireball at the fire to light it, then with another turn he turns himself back into the handsome man that was standing before you moments ago.

Your head is swimming with questions and your mouth feels like it has been filled with cotton as you sit by the fire and take it the warmth.

You sit in silence for quite some time until he interrupts your racing thoughts.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions as do I. I have to go out on patrol and will come back and we will talk. You stay here.” He says in a tone that leaves no room for argument.

“That cloak has my scent so no other dragon in the area will come after you while you are wearing it. If you think of leaving it is your choice but I do warn you it's better to stay where you are for the time being.”

He turns his broad back to you and before you know it he is out of the cave and transforming into his scaly self again before he launches himself into the sky.

You don’t know what to think or how to even begin to process what just happened as exhaustion takes over your weary body and you curl yourself in a ball under his cloak and fall asleep.

The smell of food is what wakes you and you lift your head to see darkness has fallen and he is back with two other humans you don’t recognize.

One is just as tall as his leader with a shock of pink hair and is poking at something on the fire. The other is shorter but still very muscular with dark black hair that gives him a boyish look, you notice his hair is flecked with gold as realization dawns on you.

The two dragons that brought you here were now in human form.

You slowly sit up as the leader’s eyes snap to yours over the fire and you stare at him sheepishly not sure what to say.

“Well, good morning sunshine.” Comes the pink-haired man’s voice as he pokes at the fire again. The one with the gold-flecked hair shoots you a soft reassuring smile and you feel yourself soften.

“Namjoon said you humans get hungry often and he can’t cook for shit so he had us cook some stuff for you so you don’t starve.” The pink-haired one says cheerfully as you inch closer to the fire and take in the rabbit that is laid over it.

You hope it’s not the rabbit that startled you earlier but you realize you can’t be picky in what you eat so you nod slowly at the men sitting before you and draw the leader’s cloak tighter around you.

Namjoon.

The name suited him.

“The way you were dressed, we thought. We thought you were a lost woodcutter. If we knew you were a woman. Well, it’s still good we snatched you up.” The pink-haired one said as he poked at the rabbit again.

“Is it?” You ask timidly as Namjoon stares at you causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“Yes. You are much safer here than wandering lost through the woods. How did a woman end up in the woods so off the path anyway?” Namjoon asks with a tilt of his head.

The two other humans look at you and you feel anger bubble inside of you.

“What is the big deal if a woman is lost in the woods? I’m not some helpless thing that accidentally wandered in and got lost on the trail. I kept myself alive just fine before you showed up!” You retorted crossing your arms over your chest.

“You misunderstand me,” Namjoon says calmly not at all bothered by your outburst.

“Women of our kind are…strong and capable. We do not look down on them or lock them away as your kind does. What I mean is how did you get so lost in the woods and what were you doing in the woods anyway.”

The pink-haired man rotates the rabbit on the fire as the gold-flecked one sits closer to you as if you are about to tell a thrilling tale.

“I was looking for my father. He got lost in the woods seven days ago. He was cutting down mahogany trees for the town to repair some furniture. I went to The Governor to send out a search party but unfortunately, The Governor is useless so I took matters into my own hands. I didn’t mean to wander into your territory that was a mistake.” You say.

“Foods done.” The pink-haired one says lowly as he takes it off the fire and begins to cut the meat up offering it to you first on a small piece of wood.

“Where are you from?” Namjoon asks as he refuses the food served to him but the other two dig in with fervor.

“Frosthill.” You reply as you slowly bring the food to your lips not able to deny your hunger any longer as you slowly and carefully eat.

The gold-haired man snickers and Namjoon rolls his eyes.

“Yes, we have noticed that Governor Park is useless. Always so twitchy around us.” He admits with an alluring smirk as he throws more firewood to keep the flame alive.

“So you wandered into the woods, taking a dagger that you so obviously stole to look for your father?” Namjoon asks after you finish swallowing your food.

You nod.

“That’s very admirable of you.” He says thoughtfully as you continue to eat and try to hide the pride that is glowing in your chest.

“After you eat you will sleep and we will take you back to town tomorrow.” He says after a beat of silence.

“I can’t leave!” You argue as you place your food aside and stare at him in shock.

“These woods are dangerous surely you can’t stay.” He argues back

“The Governor said it will take weeks for Yoongi and his men to return from the east. It would be over a month since my father disappeared. He’s my last living family member. I’m not leaving! I won’t leave until I find him!” You demand standing up as Namjoon follows suit.

The other two seemed to shrink back against the wall and you wondered if anyone ever argued with Namjoon before as the two of them seemed frozen in shock at your words.

“You are leaving by daybreak and that is final. We can’t have a human running through the woods something could happen.” He says now standing up to match you, even though he was a head taller you still stared him down with the intensity of a hundred flames.

“You might be their leader but you aren’t mine Namjoon. And I’m not leaving without my father. So either I find him or you and your dragon pack do.” You threaten as you hear a gruff growl in Namjoons throat and you can almost feel the palpable anger roll off of his body.

“Pst we aren’t a pack. We are a flight. Just saying.” The pink-haired one says as Namjoon snaps.

“Seokjin. Jungkook. Out. Go patrol the southern border. Do not come back until you are told.”

The two scramble to follow their leader’s orders as they bid silent goodbyes and leave the cave, moments later they take to the sky leaving you alone with the angry leader.

“I’m not leaving without my father.” You reiterate as you cross your arms over your chest and stare him down, feeling anger and frustration bubble up inside of your chest.

Getting captured by dragons: big mistake.

Arguing with a dragon: even bigger mistake

“You are the most stubborn human I have met.” He says lowly as you smirk proudly at him over the fire.

“What? Are other humans too scared of you to fight back?” You taunt as he moves gracefully from his spot across the fire until he is right in front of you.

His musky scent fills your nose and before you know it he pushes you back until you are backed against the cave wall. His hands are on either side of your head keeping you locked in and when you stare up into those sharp eyes they are now slowly turning gold as a rumble is emitting from his chest.

“I may not be your leader but if you want to stay alive you have to do as I say. It is not safe for you here. You veered too far past the line and are deep in dragon territory. If Seokjin didn’t smell the fear on you… if Jungkook had not grabbed you-” He shook his head unable to complete his sentence.

“Then find my father and get me out of here. If you try to remove me by force I will just wander into these woods again. I’m not leaving without him.” You say sharply as you stare up into those eyes that are now pure gold.

“You dare test me human?” He asks voice laced with danger as he moves in closer and you feel the hair on your arms rise.

“You dare sit back and do nothing?” You taunt unable to stop the words from tumbling from your mouth.

“You are in my secluded cave, my dragons made you a meal and you are wearing my cloak and you dare argue with me?” He asks again as his lips ghost over your jaw and despite yourself, you arch into his touch as your nipples brush against his broad chest.

The air crackles with tension and you feel arousal pool between your legs as you stare at him, neither of you willing to back down and instead are locked in a stare-off. He huffs deep in his chest and you cock an eyebrow almost daring him to come closer.

“I’m not leaving without my father.” You say to him again, clenching your jaw as he moves in even closer, bathing you in his scent and pinning you against the wall.

His scent fills your nose and you can feel his breath come out in small puffs as his hand curls into the wall beside your head bringing some of the loose limestone down on your shoulders. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest and your eyes flick down to his plush lips.

He once again growls low but this time it almost comes out as a whimper and your eyes flick back up to his as he continues to stare at you with an eyebrow cocked and his jaw clenching.

You won’t back down. You have learned enough times that most people saw you as a helpless woman. You felt as if backing down would solidify that so you stood your ground as you puffed out your chest to match his didn’t break eye contact.

Electricity crackled throughout the cave and you pushed yourself even closer trying to intimidate him but instead, you could feel the swell of his hard cock pressing into your stomach. He was achingly hard against you and when you pressed further you could hear a strangled groan leave his lips as his eyes fluttered closed. You let out a gasp and Namjoon pulled away backing down as you stayed plastered against the wall breathing heavily.

If what you felt was what you thought you felt this man was fucking huge.

And you were rilling him up in more ways than one.

Before either of you could speak another human entered the cave and waved his hand in the air as if warding off some smell.

“Fucking hell Namjoon the pheromones in here could kill a person.” He jokes but stops short when he sees you plastered against the wall breathing heavily.

“So the rumors are true?” He asks as his dark fluffy hair falls into his eyes and a mischievous grin paints his lips.

“Get out of here Taehyung we are leaving.” He demands as Taehyung eyes you curiously.

“Well sorry to break up this steamy moment but there is trouble in the south that you need to come attend to.” He says smoothly as Namjoon runs a hand down his face.

You feel a blush coat your cheeks and you try your best to hide how aroused you feel as you break his stare and instead look at your feet.

“That’s why we are leaving. Let’s go.” Namjoon barks as he grabs Taehyung by the scruff of his neck and throws him from the cave.

“Stay here. We will discuss finding your father when I get back. Keep that cloak on.” He barks as you nod and he disappears out of the cave you can hear his wings flapping as he shoots himself into the sky.

When you wake up it is already daybreak and Namjoon is sitting by the fire alone poking at it seemingly lost in thought.

The events of yesterday play over in your mind and you feel yourself clenching your thighs as you fight back the urge to run over to him and sit on his lap, hoping to feel his hard cock all over again.

Something about him, his stature, his power, the way he had you pinned against the wall, how his breath fanned over your face had you aching for him a way you had not ached for anybody in ages.

“I know you are awake, I can smell you from here.” He growls as you sit up abruptly and close your legs.

“You can….smell me?” You ask pulling the cloak around your shoulders and feeling embarassment creep up.

“Of course. How do you think you were found? Seokjin smelt your fear.” He says matter of factly and you hide your face in shame.

So Namjoon could smell how aroused you were yesterday.

Well, that’s just great.

“I knew you could smell things like that. I just- Is that why you got hard yesterday? You could smell me.” You asked feeling bold as Namjoon’s lips drew into a dangerous smirk.

“I talked to some of my best and most trusted Dragons and they will be out patrolling looking for your father.” He says ignoring your previous question as you inch closer to the fire and bathe in the warmth.

“Hoseok will be here soon to feed you,” Namjoon reports not making eye contact with you.

“You can’t do it?” You prod as you look out at the cave entrance at the sunny day and long to be out in the sunshine.

“I’m a leader for a reason. I have skills that others don’t and vice versa.” He says teeth biting down into his lip.

Before you can respond a man enters the cave with a rabbit flung over his shoulder and he is the least dragon-like you have ever met.

Though this whole meeting dragons thing was still new to you.

He was tall and built but smiled like a million suns as he greeted you. He was friendly and kind as he got to work prepping the meat and placing it on the fire to cook. He had a million questions for you all of which you were happy to answer as Namjoon sat brooding and didn’t say a word.

The air was soon filled with the smell of cooked meat and Hoseok plated some up for you and offered some to Namjoon who politely declined and you wondered if he was going to eat at all.

Lucky for you, Hoseok kept the conversation alive as you ate, and when he bid you farewell, you missed him instantly.

“So now what?” You ask Namjoon as you wrap the cloak around your body and sigh contently.

“It depends…will you listen to me and follow directions?” He asks boldly cocking an eyebrow as he stands up from the cold earth and wipes his palms on his pants.

“Depends on what you’re asking.” You say following his lead and standing up.

He seems to stand there in quiet contemplation as you cross your arms over your chest and wait.

His eyes flick to yours briefly before shaking his head as if he is clearing it.

“Sorry Jungkook won’t stop whining about his duties today and I have to hear all about it. I’m usually better at blocking him out.” Namjoon explains as he extinguishes the fire and runs a hand through his messy hair.

“You can….communicate? Without him being here?” You ask.

“Yes, we can communicate through our thoughts if we so choose. That’s how I knew where to meet Seokjin and Jungkook when they grabbed you. They warned me a human was in the forest.” He explained calmly.

“That’s so cool. But I also feel like it would be annoying at times. I like having my thoughts to myself.” You say brushing your hands down your body to get rid of any dirt from spending the night sleeping on the floor.

“Yes, it can be taxing at times. Taehyung for instance wouldn’t fucking leave me alone yesterday even though I asked him several times to stay away.” Namjoon grits out as a low growl leaves his chest and you can’t help the blush that coats your cheeks.

“He was in your head….when we were….”

“I told him I was in the middle of something.” Namjoon grits out, his annoyance obvious which causes you to giggle.

“Well just because we were interrupted doesn’t mean we can’t continue.” You implore as Namjoon shakes his head with a smile tugging at his lips.

“If you are willing to follow my instructions I was thinking I could take you to where the mahogany trees grow and we could look for your father. It is far so you would have to ride on my back.” He says ignoring your previous comment.

“Wait hold on. You said you could smell when….. so Taehyung could… ohmygod!” You cry out not listening to what he said as your mind reeled with what happened yesterday.

Namjoon chuckled darkly as you covered your face in embarassment,

“Still on that, I see. Yes, Taehyung could smell you. Between the two of us, we stunk up the whole cave with that.” Namjoon said as you finally removed your hands and could see a faint blush coating his cheeks as well.

You didn’t know Namjoon for long, but something about this big scary leader of Dragons blushing before you was quite charming.

“I’m so embarrassed oh my god this is awful I should apologize to Taehyung.” You fret as you begin to pace the cave.

Namjoon just laughs which causes you to stop in your tracks to stare at him.

“Believe me the last thing you need to do is apologize to him. The amount of times I’ve walked in on him in the same position. Don’t worry your pretty head about it.” Namjoon reassures as you let out a small relieved sigh.

“So as I was saying before you got distracted I was thinking I would take you to where the mahogany trees grow and we can search the grounds for your father.” He continues

“How would we get there though?” You ask.

“You would have to follow my instructions no matter what so we can get there safely.”

Your thoughts run wild as you ponder the idea. It was very nice of Namjoon to offer to do this for you, especially after yesterday’s difiance and you give him a curt nod as he smiles, showing you two dimples you had never seen before. Then again you didn’t think you ever saw him smile until now.

“How does one ride a dragon though?” You ask

Namjoon stares at you

You stare back and the realization of what you said dawns on you.

“I mean-I- for travel.” You stammer as you feel your cheeks heat and Namjoon once again blushing wildly.

“If you trust me I would take you on my back, probably a lot better than me holding you like Jungkook did,” Namjoon replies as you fasten his cloak tighter and try to ignore the images in your mind of you riding him a much different way.

“If you see another dragon hide yourself against my back. We don’t want others to see you. Humans are not supposed to ride dragons and haven’t for years. You must stay hidden. You must not be seen.”

He turns his broad back to you and exits the cave turning into a dragon. You slowly and carefully mount his back, which almost feels like climbing a mountain with how large and wide he is.

Once you get yourself comfortable you give him a playful pat and Namjoon rockets himself into the sky as you hold on for dear life.

The sun is warm on your skin but you can hardly feel it over the rush of the wind as it takes you higher and higher into the clouds. The air is dense up here but he doesn’t keep you here for long as he dips back down towards the trees and finally levels out taking you away from the cave and towards your small town.

The ride is short and lucky for you no other dragons seem to be nearby as Namjoon circles a clearing before touching down and letting you gently climb off his back.

He extends his great gold wings to stretch them out before turning into a human and standing up.

The clearing is still full of mahogany trees but you do notice some of them had been cut down.

Namjoon lets you take your time surveying the area but stays close to you in case. His presence makes you feel safer as you walk quite a ways but find no sign of your father anywhere.

“Nothing?” He asks softly after an hour of looking and you shake your head, tears spilling hot and fast down your cheeks.

Namjoon pulls you in for a side hug and wraps his arm around you letting you cry into his shoulder. The dragon part of him is reminding him he has better things to worry about than the affairs of this human whom he had only met, but the human part of him aches at the loss.

Namjoon lets you cry as much as you need to, holding you steady against him and protecting you from the wind.

Once you calm down you wipe your nose on your sleeve and push your hair back from your face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cry all over you like that.” You mutter as you wipe your tears away as quickly as they come.

“It’s okay I don’t mind.” Namjoon comforts you as he keeps you tucked against him.

“I really don’t want to leave without him. I can’t leave without him.” You whimper unable to hold back as more tears fall.

“We can keep searching. You can stay for longer but…”

His question lingers in the air.

“Isn’t there someone at home missing you? Or looking for you too?” Namjoon asks you.

You let out a bitter laugh and shake your head.

“My father is the only family I have left. He…was an inventor and one day something went wrong with one of his inventions and it ended up killing my mother.” You squeezed your eyes shut at the painful memory.

“He gave up inventing and instead became a humble carpenter. I almost wonder if The Governor sent him in here to die. The whole town thinks we are strange and we have been outcasts ever since. I doubt anyone in the town even misses me. Well maybe except Jimin, but he’s just in it for a quick fuck.” You say with a bitter laugh as Namjoon seems to stiffen beside you.

“You are having sex with The Governor’s son?” Namjoon quips with an eyebrow raised.

“Not often. Just. Whenever we feel like it. I- I don’t have to explain this to you.” You say feeling suddenly shy as you pull away from his embrace embarrassed at yourself for opening up to him like that.

“You don’t have to explain yourself I just-”

“What!” You shot out unable to stop yourself.

“You thought I’d sit at home and wait for the perfect man to sweep me off my feet. Me?! An outcast after what happened. The poor girl who had to take care of her father after he blew up her mother. Do you think anyone wants that? Wants this?” You cry out unable to look at Namjoon as you yell into the empty forest.

Namjoon is patient and lets you rant but his heart aches for you. He doesn’t know the extent of what you have been through but he knows that you have all this pain inside as you keep yelling and ranting, pacing the forest floor.

Just as you are losing steam Namjoon runs towards you and pushes you against a tree, his palm warm against your mouth as he holds you steady and quiet.

You cry out in shock and anger as his eyes sweep behind you, keeping you steady behind the tree.

“Shush. Someone is here.” He growls low, cutting off your protests as you can hear the crunching of leaves, someone is walking nearby.

“We are on human land we have to go. I’m going to let you go, you will climb on my back and we will get the fuck out of here. Understood.” He demands eyes glowing gold as you nod and Namjoon lets you go.

You see him transform and nearly let out a scream as you see an arrow fly through the woods and hit a nearby tree.

You don’t stop to look back as Namjoon extends a wing to hide you and before you can climb onto his back he grabs you in his talons and launches himself from the ground.

The air whips your hair around and the only sounds you can hear are the wind whistling in your ears and the sounds of Namjoon’s mighty wings carrying you away.

The news comes while you are asleep.

Namjoon is in the cave and keeps the fire going to keep you warm when Seokjin touches down outside.

Once inside the cave, he is back in his human form and drops more food for you on the cave floor as he takes in your sleeping form, wrapped up in Namjoon’s cloak and snoring softly.

“We have things to talk about Namjoon,” Seokjin says softly not wanting to wake you as he plops down beside Namjoon eyes wide with worry.

“Aren’t I the leader here?” Namjoon grumbles but he still turns to face Seokjin as you let out a soft snore.

“Yes, but what you did today was wreckless and could have gotten you killed. Then who would be our leader? Jungkook is beside himself thinking he could have lost you.” Seokjin says as Namjoon averts his eyes.

“Going on human land to look for her father. Are you out of your mind? You could have flown over but no you had to touch down and transform on human land too. Yoongi is too good with a weapon Namjoon.”

“It wasn’t Yoongi. He’s still east according to reports.” Namjoon responds still poking at the fire.

“Well, whoever it was they have good aim from what I hear. Sure we could overpower a human if we had to but you were on their land. If they killed you it would have been justified. You were way over the border.” Seokjin reminds him as Namjoon lets out a weary sigh.

He knew it was dangerous. He knew it was stupid but he thought bringing you there would give you a little bit of hope. Maybe gets you to trust the dragons more. Trust him more. He was looking for your father. He had his best men on it but instead of giving you hope he feels he made it worse.

You hardly said anything when he got you back to the cave, instead, you curled into a ball and fell asleep almost immediately.

Namjoon didn’t like that you didn’t say anything to him.

And he liked it even less that you had another man touching you, fucking you.

Before Seokjin could scold him more Namjoon cut him off.

“I know I know. It was dumb. A mistake. I’ll make it up to Jungkook later. Now have you come here to scold me or is there news?” Namjoon asks as his sharp eyes don’t leave your sleeping form.

Seokjin figures it’s best not to argue with the leader so he gets to work cooking food on the fire, hype aware of how Namjoon stares at the human.

“We found her father,” Seokjin says softly as Namjoon’s eyes snap to his.

“When? Where?” Namjoon asks as Seokjin bites his lip and continues to prep the food.

“Well, you have to promise not to be mad.” Seokjin starts as Namjoon lets loose a low warning growl.

A sentence like that can never be good.

“Taehyung…he… he went to her town and found her house. Her father somehow wandered home unscathed.” Seokjin says timidly as Namjoon feels heat rise throughout his body.

“You’re telling me. Taehyung. Went into her town. As a human?” Namjoon growls low as Seokjin seems to shrink under his leader’s heated gaze.

“Hoseok and I already gave him an earful but yes he did. No one knows who he is anyway as he is the newest of us but yeah. He did.” Seokjin says still timid as he pokes at the fire not wanting to see Namjoon's wrath.

“You came in here scolding me for being on human land but Taehyung walks right into her town?! Is he insane?” Namjoon hisses trying to keep his voice low so you can sleep.

“Well you can scold Taehyung but you're the leader….who’s going to scold you? Someone had to do it and I drew the short straw.”

Namjoon ran a tired hand down his face.

“Well he’s going to get the scolding of his life but…I’m glad her father is safe.” Namjoon finishes as the cave is filled with the sizzle of fish cooking.

“Are you?” Seokjin asks eyebrow quirked as Namjoon stills.

“Of course I am.” He retorted as you shifted in your sleep.

“We all have noticed you have grown fond of the human. Are you going to be able to let her go?” Seokjin asks as you stir more and Namjoon knows it’s only moments before you will wake.

“I have to. I have no choice.”

The news gets broken to you after you eat.

Both Seokjin and Namjoon decide to wait until you are finished at the fear of you choking when they tell you your father is safe at home.

“So what happened?!” You ask, shock apparent on your face as Seokjin recalls how Taehyung walked into your town and found your house, finding your father safe and sound but terribly worried about you.

“Now I really should apologize to Taehyung after what he walked in on.” You mutter as Seokjin lifts a brow and his eyes flit to Namjoon who is suddenly very interested in the cave wall.

“There are still a couple of hours of daylight left if you wish us to take you to him. You just have to promise if anyone asks about Taehyung you pretend you have no idea. Also maybe just tell them you got lost in the woods. We don’t want to bring trouble to our kind because we took you in. Taehyung has brought enough trouble by going into town.” Seokjin explained with a shake of his head but a small smile on his lips.

He seemed just as excited as you that your father was safe.

Namjoon however stayed stoic and silent as he stared at the cave walls, occasionally looking at you.

“Well, I have a patrol to do. Namjoon can take you back.” Seokjin explains as he stands up and you follow suit.

You wrap him in a warm hug and thank him for everything and Seokjin returns the hug but his eyes are locked on Namjoon who is now staring with a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“Please thank Jungkook and Hoseok for me. Oh and tell Taehyung I’m sorry he had to walk in on…yeah.” You finish pulling away and blushing to match Namjoon’s blush.

Interesting.

“What exactly did he walk in on? Just so I know what to say?” Seokjin teases as Namjoon stands up quickly and barks at Seokjin to get a move on.

Seokjin waves over his shoulder and leaves you alone with Namjoon who looks anything but pleased.

“We should go.” He says softly as he puts out the fire and his cold attitude matches the cold of the room as he leaves and transforms into his dragon self outside.

You slowly look around the cave once more before leaving and slowly climbing on Namjoon’s back. He lets out a small huff and shoots himself into the sky.

Your thoughts are a tangled web as the world around you suddenly doesn’t seem as interesting as it did before.

You were glad that your father was safe. You were glad that he was home which also meant you could come home. You’d have to find a way to return Jimin’s dagger to him without raising suspicion but the thought of seeing Jimin again made you feel queasy.

Not because of Jimin himself but because of what you told Namjoon.

Also Namjoon in general.

The way he looked at you, the way he pinned you against the cave wall. You knew something was simmering below the surface and as glad as you were that your father was back, you also wished you had more time to explore it.

You opened your heart to him and didn’t have time to let him open his. You didn’t feel ready to go back to your old life, something about Namjoon drew you in, made you feel powerful, made you feel alive.

Before you could even begin to untangle these thoughts you felt him descending on the very edge of the forest and you held your breath as your stomach swooped.

Namjoon touched down gracefully for being so large and you carefully climbed off his back before he could transform into a human.

You didn’t know what to say, how to thank him, how to say goodbye but it seemed he didn’t give you the chance because as you were about to open your mouth he let out a small huff and shot up into the sky, leaving you standing in the clearing alone.

Well.

That was that then.

The days turned into weeks and everything slowly turned back to normal.

The reunion with your father was sweet as he swept you into his arms and told you how he got lost in the woods for several days only living off berries until he eventually stumbled back.

You told a similar tale, keeping your promise to Seokjin and leaving out the parts about the dragons as you settled back into your life.

Two days after your return you ran into Jimin in town as you were buying bread. You whispered for him to meet you in the barn around nightfall.

However, you didn’t meet him but you left his dagger on the hay pile where you usually fucked.

Jimin wouldn’t look at you after that, instead shooting you dirty looks whenever he could but you didn’t mind. You didn’t miss him much anyway.

The winter chill came hard and fast this year coating everything in snow as you trekked through town to continue to grab supplies for your small cottage.

The air was bitingly cold and you held your hood firmly over your head to ward off the chill as you completed your errands.

Jimin was in the blacksmiths as you passed and you held your head high, only to be met with the ding of the bell and his boots crunching through the snow next to you.

“So that’s it then? You steal my dagger and just throw it on the hay pile to be found by me? Can’t even talk to me anymore.” He hisses as you stop in your tracks and face him.

“My father was gone for ages and your father did nothing to help him. My father just got back… so sorry I want to spend time with him instead of letting you get your dick wet.” You snarl under your breath as Jimin steps back in shock.

“I covered for you when you stole my dagger and this is how you repay me?” He says anger seeping through his voice as your breaths mingle in the cold air.

“How exactly did you cover for me? You had sex with me and fell asleep and I stole your dagger. What were you going to tell your father when he asked? Surely you weren’t going to tell him you were with me.”

“I pretended I lost it to save you!” He blurts out.

“Save me or save yourself? I know you are ashamed to be with me Jimin. I know you see me how the rest of the town does though you won't admit it.” You say calmly.

Jimin stares at you, his beautiful face painted in anger.

“Were done. This. This is done.” he scowls pushing past you to storm down the street.

But you had already known it was done.

It was done the day you first laid eyes on Namjoon.

You let your thoughts drift back to him as you make your way out of town to your small cottage struggling under the weight of the bags and the fresh fallen snow.

It still stung that Namjoon never bothered to say goodbye and you almost wonder if he is even thinking about you too.

You haven’t forgotten the tension in the cave, how hard and needy he felt against you as he pushed you against the wall. How often those sharp eyes would land on you making you squirm.

Before you know it you are at your front door. You try to clear the thoughts of Namjoon from your mind but you know no matter how hard you try you will never meet a man like him in your entire life.

A month had gone by since you had seen Namjoon. A whole month of sitting in the cottage and yearning for him and letting your thoughts be consumed by him.

Your father knew something was up and asked multiple times what happened in the woods but you reiterated the same story over and over until he had given up.

One cold frosty morning you were tending to the chickens when you saw something flutter out of the corner of your eye.

You finished collecting the eggs and when you turned it was still there.

A black cloak fluttering on a tree branch a couple of feet from your coop. You knew that cloak, you would recognize it anywhere and you nearly dropped the eggs when the wind grabbed it, revealing the fur lining.

Namjoon was here, somewhere. Or had been here.

He dropped it off for you.

He was thinking about you too.

You slowly placed the basket of eggs on the ground and walked over the cloak, your hand slightly shaking.

When your hand wrapped around the soft material you couldn’t help but let your eyes close as all the memories replayed in your mind. The cloak smelt of him and your head spun when you wrapped it around your shoulders, taking you right back to that cave, right back to him hard and needy against you.

Your thoughts were broken by church bells echoing across town and out to your little home as you quickly grabbed the eggs and headed inside still wearing the cloak.

Your father had questions of course but you lied and said one of the townspeople must have lost it and you would do your due diligence to return it tomorrow.

He seemed pleased with that response and you hated lying to him but was it really lying if you were going to return it to the dragon it belonged to?

The forest was a lot different in just a couple of months, and every step you took deeper into it reminded you of that.

The trees were bare as the winter chill had stripped them down to only their branches. Most of the leaves had been cleared away leaving you walking through deep snow, hiking up your father’s clothes once again as you wandered in.

Even without having Jimin’s weapon, you didn’t feel afraid.

Namjoon had told you once that he could smell everything on you

From fear to sweat to….arousal.

You knew it was only a matter of time before he found you again.

The woods grew dense and the snow was starting to freeze your toes in your boots as you carried on.

The sun was weak today casting everything in a somber light as you held onto a tree for support and caught your breath.

Even if somehow he couldn’t smell you, you did have the protection of wearing his cloak and that gave you the strength to carry on.

An hour in the snow was still deep and you were having a hard time traversing it. The cloak kept you warm and safe and the trees provided a small barrier against the wind.

Two hours later you were wondering if this whole thing was a mistake.

You figured you’d wander in the woods and he would sense you were there, maybe smell you, and be on you in minutes. However, the minutes had dragged into hours and you felt numb and sore.

Your feet ached in cold and your cheeks were stinging and tinged pink as your breath fogged in front of your very eyes.

The temperature was dropping.

This was a bad idea.

Just as you were about to give up you could hear the flapping of wings and you looked up in time to see a huge dragon sailing above you.

It seemed to sense you and your heart fluttered thinking it was your dragon. However, when it started to descend you realized you didn’t recognize this dragon at all.

No gold-flecked scales, no pink either.

It touched down harshly in front of you and its beady eyes narrowed on yours.

You stayed frozen as you checked the dragon, all black except for a sickly green color around its snout.

It licked its lips and your stomach plummeted.

This was not a friendly dragon and you were about to be lunch.

Just as the dragon opened its mouth to shoot fire you were swooped up in claws and taken from the forest floor.

The wind whipped your hair around and when you finally found the bravery to open your eyes you looked up to see your saviour which was a black dragon with a golden belly.

“Namjoon!” You cried over the wind as he ignored you and took you higher and higher across the winter sky.

Flying was a lot colder this time around and he seemed to take you further than he ever had.

By the time you had touched down your cheeks and hands were frozen and you felt chilled to the bone.

He didn’t drop you off at the cave, or any cave for that matter. In fact, he dropped you off high in the mountains where an old rustic cottage sat.

You were about to open your mouth to thank him but you saw he wasn’t transforming back into his human self.

His eyes were narrowed and golden and even though he didn’t speak you could feel the rage radiating off him in waves.

He nodded a head towards the cottage and took off in flight leaving you stranded at the edge of a mountain.

You stood there watching his great wings flap against the sky and before long he was a speck in the distance.

You had no choice but to enter the quant cottage and warm yourself up as you got a fire started. It took ages with your numb fingers but once you were able to light the match the whole living room was bathed in warm firelight.

You padded from room to room slowly looking around as the wind howled all around you.

There was a small kitchen, a cozy living room, a small bathroom, and two bedrooms in the back.

Something drew you to the bedroom on the left and when you went inside your head spun. All you smelt was him.

Namjoon’s scent was everywhere and when you opened the closet sweaters and pants hung nearly, organized by color.

Your own clothes were frozen and not nearly as comfortable so you stripped in his room and grabbed a soft blue sweater to throw over your head.

You didn’t bother with the pants as he was much bigger than you but you did strip them off anyway and decided you would wear his sweater as a dress.

Making your way back to the living room you saw him standing by the fire, the light illuminating his dark features and when he made eye contact with you the air seemed to woosh from your lungs.

“You really are the most stubborn human I have ever met you know that.” He growls as his narrowed eyes rove your body and you are suddenly very aware you were not wearing pants.

“Good to see you too.” You deadpan as you make your way over to the couch and throw a blanket on your lap to cover yourself up.

“Do you know how bad it could have been if I had not been following you for the last hour?” He asks, voice low and dangerous as the fire flickers.

“So you knew I was in the forest then?” You ask

“Obviously.” He says sounding bored.

“And you didn’t think to come get me sooner? I walked around for two hours like an idiot looking for you.” You say sharply feeling embarassment rise.

He knew you had been there all along. He just let you wander lost.

“I thought you’d give up. I guess I forgot your stubbornness.” He chuckled to himself as he continued to stare into the fire.

“Why would I give up? You left your cloak on my property and I-I thought.” You said letting your voice die out as you stared at your lap.

You read this wrong, the whole thing was wrong and now you looked like a fool.

“Yes, I was wondering where that cloak had wandered off too.”

Your eyes met his sharp ones and he let out a long weary sigh.

“My cloak went missing days ago. It seems Taehyung has a taste for meddling. I made him confess right after I found you.” Namjoon says finally pushing away from the fire to sit in a lounge chair next to you.

“I-I thought- I…wow this is embarassing.” You say hugging your arms around yourself and staring at your feet unable to look at him.

“You thought I sent it.” He asks softly as you finally look his way.

His expression is gentle and understanding and you nod slowly.

“I had been completing rounds in an area Taehyung knew I would be in. I smelt the cloak right away. I smelt you right away. I was hoping you would give up. Go home but as I said you are a stubborn human. The dragon that found you. That could have been bad. Which is why I wanted you to go home. The forest is dangerous. I am dangerous.”

“So you don’t want me here?” You ask in a small voice feeling the sting of rejection deep in your chest.

“I brought you to my private cottage in the mountains. The only ones who know about it are my dragons. I brought you here for three reasons. Number one to keep you safe.” He says voice low as he leans closer to you as if he is about to tell you a secret.

“Number two, I told my dragons if they even fly close to this place tonight I will incinerate them.”

You giggle.

“Number three is because here you are, wearing my clothes, smelling of my cloak, and if I am not mistaken wearing no pants. I brought you here so I could ravish you in peace.”

You let out a small whimper at his words, squeezing your thighs together as Namjoon chuckles low and dangerously.

“That’s why you came all this way right? Why you put yourself in so much danger? Why you haven’t fucked the Park boy in weeks….. yes I know about that.” He says before you can interject.

You whimpered out his name. The tension was thick as a cloud and made your heart rate speed as he leaned even closer to you and you sucked in a breath.

“You want me, don’t you? You have wanted me since that first fight in the cave? Am I correct?”

You nod unable to form words as his hand reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

“I didn’t say goodbye the first time because I couldn’t. I felt the same as you. The pull. The desire. Saying goodbye was too hard. I kick myself almost every day that I didn’t take you right there up against the cave wall. You were so stubborn, so infuriating that it made my cock so fucking hard.” He snarled, face inches from yours breath warm against your face.

“Do you still think I’m stubborn and infuriating?” You ask in a small voice as you shrink under his searing gaze.

“My human walked into the forest today, put her life at risk to get a good fuck by a dragon. What do you think princess?” He rasps against the shell of your ear causing goosebumps to rise on your skin despite the warm fire only mere feet away.

“You-Your human?” You asked him slowly blinking as he snickered and his mouth stretched into a sinister smile.

“Yes. My human. I’m going to fuck you and make you mine. As long as that’s what you wandered into the woods for?” He says teasingly with a cock of his eyebrow.

Desire throbbed throughout your body and you felt the anticipation of what was to come hang in the air.

You wanted him and you wanted him bad.

“Need to hear you say it human. Say how bad you want me.” He demands as you nod.

“No no, I need words.” He teases causing you to arch up and try to connect your lips with his.

“Words darling. Words. You do know what those are?”

You swallow hard.

“Yes. Namjoon please fuck me.” You beg as his eyes ignite gold and he grabs you and throws you over his broad shoulder.

You squeal and hold on for dear life as a hand comes down to spank your backside causing to to gasp and leak arousal down your thighs as he kicks open the bedroom door and throws you down on the bed.

Before you can blink his body is on top of yours, keeping you pinned to the bed as his mouth roves your neck. His nose is cold against your skin and you arch up to meet his body wanting to be covered by every inch of him as he explores you with passion.

“Kiss me- fuck Namjoon-please.” You beg as he attacks your lips with his own causing you to moan obscenly against his warm mouth.

His lips are firm and when he grinds his body down on yours you are delighted to feel the swell of his hard cock pressing against your stomach as you grind yourself against it to try and help relieve some of the ache that has formed between your legs.

Namjoon’s kisses are hot and when he delivers a small bite to your lip you gasp as he takes to opportunity to slip his tongue inside and explore your mouth.

Your hands are scraping at his body, desperate to feel his bare skin against yours as his hand comes to play with the hem of his sweatshirt that you are wearing, pulling it higher and higher exposing yourself to him.

He breaks the kiss causing you to whine in protest as he sits up and shucks his shirt over his head. You gasp when your eyes are met with miles of tanned skin and muscles that had been sculpted by hard work.

What shocked you most was his markings.

His body had many gold lines running around it. One thick line ran from his neck all the way down to his naval and you wondered if it would run further down.

His arms had thick gold bands circling them and he must have seen you staring because he turned around to show you his back, which had gold markings in the shape of dragon wings.

“Wow.” You breathed out as you took in his beauty.

He blushed under your praise.

“We get these markings when we become leaders. I’ve been a leader for five years but the wings just came in last year.” He explains as he sits on the bed and carefully takes your hand pressing it to the gold marks on his chest.

“You’re beautiful Namjoon.” You breathe out as he gives you a rare shy smile, which once again causes those dimples to show on his cheeks.

You slowly use the tip of your finger to trace the gold line on his chest, he shivers under your touch but lets you continue as you trace down his body, eyes following the path to where the line dips lower and his hard cock is straining against his pants in a way that has your mouth watering.

When you make it to the edge of his pants his resolve snaps and Namjoon pushes you back down on the bed and begins to kiss you again.

Your hands come to grab at his hair as his mouth attacks yours as his hips jut his cock into your stomach.

His lips don’t stay on yours for long as they begin to travel down your cheek and to your jawline where he peppers them making you whine and thrash under him.

“Don’t tease please.” You beg out as his lips suck a mark into your skin just above your collarbone as he chuckles against your skin.

“My little human you have to remember I’m a shapeshifter. A dragon. My cock is going to be a lot bigger than what you are used to. I have to prep you my impatient one.” He coos against your skin making you moan as his lips are intoxicating against your skin and you want nothing more than to have them somewhere else.

He seems to read your mind as he once again sits up on the bed and tugs at the sweater you are wearing, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor with a thump.

“Good choice. That is one of my favorite ones. You looked divine in it but I think you look better without it on.” He notes as his eyes rove your naked body.

“It…It was the one that smelled the most like you.” You admitted as his narrowed eyes took their time exploring your body.

From your collarbones to your breasts to your stomach and when his eyes dipped down to the flimsy piece of cloth covering your core the gold in his eyes seemed to shimmer.

“My beautiful human.” He hums as his lips connect with the skin of your neck and you throw your head back as they once again move.

When his warm, wet mouth makes it to your breasts you whine out his name as you try your best to hump your lower body into him.

At this point, you wonder if you have soaked the bed under you with how aroused you feel.

“Patience.” He reminds you as his mouth finally connects with your nipple and you see stars.

His other hand comes up to palm at your other breasts as he takes his time with your right one. Alternating between licking and sucking making arousal shoot through your bloodstream.

His mouth is warm and wet and when he pulls off your nipple with a wet pop you can’t help but squeeze your legs together in anticipation.

His eyes travel south and his mouth curls into a smirk when he catches the piece of fabric, so wet against you as he tears it from your body.

You gasp.

Namjoon slowly gets off the bed and palms his hard cock through his pants. His bulge is straight up obscene the way it is pushing against the fabric of his pants and when he adjusts it you can clearly see the head leaking precum staining his pants.

“Please. Namjoon. Please.” You beg feeling delirious from your arousal as he chuckles and grabs your legs pulling you to the edge of the bed with ease.

“How many times do I have to remind you to be patient with me? As much as I would love to slide my cock inside of you, and believe me I can tell by your scent how aroused you are, I also don’t want to hurt you.” He explains as he grabs a pillow and kneels on it you sit up to stare at him, the leader of the dragons kneeling before you.

“If your flight saw you now what would they say.” You teased as Namjoon’s eyes seemed to glow a brighter gold, even the markings on his body seemed to glow at your words.

“They would be jealous of how lucky I am to be between your legs about to ravish your pussy.” He says calmly as you throw a hand over your mouth to stop the moan that threatens to spill out.

“We are high in the mountains darling you can be as loud as you want. Actually, I encourage it.” He says shooting you a wink.

The first lick makes you arch off the bed and cry out his name.

The second lick makes you whine and moan against him

And the noises are just obscene.

His tongue laps and sucks at your core, licking up everything you have to give him as he noses at your clit and dances his tongue across your soaked folds.

You want to watch him but the pleasure takes over as you lay back on the bed and moan his name to the ceiling as he works you towards a high you know will destroy you.

His tongue flicks across your clit sending sparks up your spine and his hands stay firm on your thighs holding you to the bed as you take everything he is giving you.

Your voice raises in pitch. Your stomach is coiling in pleasure and when you finally cry out his name in warning Namjoon growls against your core and that sets you off.

You cum while gripping the sheets and crying out his name as waves upon waves of pleasure crash down on you. Namjoon licks up everything even going as far as nuzzling his nose against your pussy to give you extra stimulation.

When you can’t take it anymore you reach down to softly push his head away.

You feel weak and dizzy but also invigorated as you finally sit up and see Namjoon still kneeling before you.

His eyes are back to their brown color but his markings still glow and his face and cheeks are wet with your orgasm.

“Fuck.” You get out as you lay back down on the bed and press a hand to your racing heart.

It seems however Namjoon is not done as you feel a finger trace up your leg, starting at your knee and teasing higher and higher.

He gets up from the floor and places one knee on the bed and one hand on the bed holding himself steady as he hovers over you.

You push yourself up on your elbows as you suck in a sharp breath when he finally makes it to your core and when his finger circles your entrance you nod at him.

Namjoon coats his finger in your wetness before slowly pushing it inside your pussy. You sigh at the feeling of finally being filled and when he adds another finger you can’t help but grind down on them.

“Needy thing aren’t you.” He chuckled as he began to fuck you on his long fingers, pulling them out and pushing them in making you shiver.

As Namjoon works you with his fingers you can’t help but notice his neglected cock twitching in his pants.

You surprise him but reaching out for it and palming his length causing a low growl to leave his throat as he curls his fingers inside of you to rub at that spot that makes you see stars.

“Patience. You will get my cock in due time.” He says gruffly as his fingers start to speed up inside of you.

“Want you to feel good too Joon.” You argue as you palm at his cock and apply pressure to the head of it making him throw his head back and the veins in his neck bulge as you work him.

“I have two fingers deep in your pussy I feel great.” He argues back as he once again curls his fingers and you cum around them without warning.

Your walls spasm and you cry out his name as more arousal coats your insides and Namjoon helps you work through your high.

You come down a lot quicker this time and when you sit up you see Namjoon happily lapping at his digits that were just buried deep inside you.

“Can’t wait any longer need your cock.” You beg as he snickers and stands up from the bed.

Namjoon stands at the foot of the bed and stares you down. His eyes are narrowed and sharp as he takes in your ruined frame. He slowly reaches for his pants and palms at his cock as you take him in.

You knew he was the leader of the dragons. He was powerful, but this man standing in front of you radiated such confidence and power, that it made your mouth dry as he seemed to have enough of his own teasing and he finally pulled his pants down agonizingly slow.

When you saw the base of his cock you swallowed hard at its girth as he revealed more of himself to you. Once he shed himself off his pants his cock slapped against his stomach and your eyes grew wide.

He was thick and long, longer than you had ever seen and his cock was flushed an angry red color, but surprisingly had the gold markings wound around it.

His cockhead was leaking precum and it twitched against him as you fought to tear your eyes away from it and back to his handsome face.

“You understand now why I had to prep you.” He says with an eyebrow raised as you bite your lip and nod.

Namjoon settles himself on the bed as anticipation hangs in the air. You try to be polite and stare anywhere else but his cock but your eyes seem drawn to it and your pussy throbs at the thought of it entering you.

“You asked me once how do you ride a dragon?” he quips as he leans back against the headboard with a confident smirk on his face.

“Well, I think I’d like you to show me how you ride a dragon.”

You waste no time in climbing up on his lap settling yourself on his powerful thighs. You bring a hand down to grip his cock and moan at the sheer size of it.

Namjoon leaks steadily down his shaft as you begin to jerk him off slowly.

You flick your wrist at the top and he lets out a low grunt in his throat as you work him.

His shaft is warm and velvety under your palm and you can almost feel the blood pumping through it from the vein on the side.

Namjoon tries his best to hold back and let you explore but the feeling of your wetness coating his thigh and the fact he is already so embarrassingly close by just a couple strokes of your hand makes him push your hand away.

“You are too good at that you know.” He mutters

You snicker.

“Yeah, I’ve had some practice.” You taunt as Namjoon’s eyes narrow and a low disapproving grumble vibrates in his chest.

“And from now on the only person you will practice with is me. My human. Mine.” He growls as his teeth nip at your earlobe and you throw your head back and whine out his name.

“Say it. Say you're mine and only mine.” Namjoon demands as one hand comes down to swat at your ass causing it to sting and a broken moan to fall from your lips.

“Say it or I won’t fuck you.” He threatens as he once again slaps your ass and you cry out his name, tears of desperation gathering in your eyes.

“Yours. Joon. Only yours.” You beg as he snickers and his inner dragon purrs happily at the sound of that before he grabs the base of his cock and lines it up with your dripping folds.

“Now you have to be a good girl and listen to everything I say before I fuck you okay.” He mutters against your ear as his other hand comes up to pet your hair.

“Anything Joon. Anything.” You cry out.

“I’m going to stick my cock in you and you are going to sit there and take it until you adjust okay. I don’t want to hurt my beautiful human. I want her to be a good girl and wait until she’s fully adjusted got it?” He asks as you sob and try to force yourself down on his cock desperation making you act out.

“I said to be a good girl. Can you do that for me?” He coos in your ear as you whine and nod.

Namjoon slowly grabs his cock and lets you sink onto it at your own pace.

The stretch is unbelievable and you almost feel your eyes cross at how good it feels. You take him inch by inch, taking deep breaths and stopping when you need to.

Namjoon is patient as he lets you sink down but you can tell by the look on his face he is doing everything in his power not to fuck up into you wildly.

Once you make it to the bottom and he is fully sheathed you let out a shaky breath and press your hands to his warm chest for support.

“Fuck I’m so full Joonie.” You grit out as the stretch still stings, though the comforting circles he rubs on your back do help.

“I know baby. You feel so tight around my cock. Squeezing me so good. You're going to squeeze the cum right out of me aren’t you.” He purrs in your ear which makes your walls flutter around his length.

“So full but so good.” You cry out as you look down and gasp when you look between your bodies.

Namjoon’s cock is so big, so deep inside of you it makes your lower stomach bulge out slightly. His eyes follow yours and he lets out an animalistic growl as he sees how full you are.

The minutes tick by. You feel yourself slowly start to relax around his cock and when you finally look up into his handsome face he has his eyes closed, his teeth biting into his lip and is taking short breaths out of his nose.

“You okay there Joon?” You ask playfully as he opens his eyes which are once again shining gold and he stares at you.

“I’m okay.” He says voice slightly cracking as you giggle, finally feeling your body adjust to his length and you wiggle your hips slightly, teasing him.

“Are you sure? You look in pain?” You goad unable to stop yourself from swirling your hips and looking at the pained expression on his face.

“You feel so hot and tight around me and I am trying to be a gentleman and let you adjust but you teasing me like this is not helping.” He grits out and you once again giggle.

“Who says I’m not adjusted?” You tease and it’s game over.

Namjoon grabs your hips so hard you know you will have bruises tomorrow and he fucks up into you wildly.

You grab onto his shoulders for support as you grind down to meet his thrusts.

Namjoon huffs out in annoyance and rolls you over so he is on top of you and begins to snap his hips harshly, causing his cock to reach inside of you so deep it makes you see stars.

“S-So good.” You cry out voice slurring as he continues to pound into you with force

Namjoon grunts in your ear, low and dangerous as he fucks into you, his voice sending shivers up your spine as he pistons in his hips into you in a way that has his cockhead touching your g-spot with every thrust.

“You test me. You tease me. You come into these woods putting your life in danger just to find me. You are so infuriating sometimes.” He growls as he holds you down on the bed and fucks into you sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over your body.

“I think you like the thrill you know. I think you like someone testing you.” You shoot back as his face snaps up to meet your gaze and he licks his lips.

“You know I fucking do.” He groans as he slips his cock out of you and you are about to protest but he flips you over and gets you on your hands and knees.

His cock enters you again and this time the angle is different and so much deeper as he pounds into you harshly, making you take his entire length.

“You know how hard it was for me to say goodbye. You know how much I came all over my fist at the thought of you. I felt like a pervert the amount of times I got hard at the thought of you. The amount of cum I wasted on my fist instead of being buried in your pussy.”

You cry out at his words but it seems he’s not done. With every thrust of his cock he is bringing you closer to the edge and you start to fuck back into him meeting him halfway and making a growl rumble deep in his chest.

“I’m going to cum so deep inside you today. You will be ruined for anyone else. You are mine. No one else just my little cum dump to use as I please.”

He sends a hard smack to your ass and you cry out his name as the pleasure in your stomach builds higher and high and the coil of pleasure gets tighter.

You cry out his name.

But he knows. Of course, he knows.

His hand comes to reach between your legs and with a couple of circles of your clit he has you cumming hard, your walls clamping around his cock as you cry out his name, tears falling at how good it feels as your orgasm crashes into you.

Namjoon is still fucking into you wildly but he can feel his own high approaching, his body is glistening with sweat making his gold marking glow as he grabs the base of his cock and tries his best to stave off his orgasm until he pulls out.

Namjoon pulls out with a harsh hiss, and after a couple of strokes to his heated length, he cums all over your back using his hand to milk himself dry as ropes of white cum land on your back and ass.

You wait until he’s done before slumping on the bed and taking several deep breaths. A dull ache forms between your legs as you lay there motionless and try to catch your breath.

Your body tingles in after orgasm bliss and you can’t help but flutter your eyes closed as he moves off the bed behind you.

You feel a warm cloth on your back as Namjoon wipes you down, he takes his time and is meticulous in his work and before you know it you are scooped up into his arms and carried to the small bathroom where a warm bath is running.

You are slowly lowered down in the bath and you hiss at the warm temperature but you feel your body instantly relax when you are submerged.

Namjoon leaves the room and when he returns he is dressed in simple black pants and a white shirt and he plops down on the floor next to the tub to keep you company.

“That was incredible” You breathe out unable to keep your head up and instead you decide to rest it on your arms as you stare at him.

“I agree.” He responds as his hand comes out to grab yours as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your skin.

“You are a liar though Joon.” You say softly as his eyebrows raise.

“You didn’t cum inside me like you said. Thought you wanted to make me yours?” You ask grinning at him.

Despite just having the best sex of his life his cock twitches in interest in his pants.

“It was a heat of the moment thing. If I did cum inside you and got you pregnant…we dragons usually don’t mix with humans but there are cases where they do. There’s just a lot we would have to go through first. If you were pregnant with my child. I’d be cast out. I’d lose my leadership, my dragons, my everything.” he admits as he brings your hand up to his lips to press a soft kiss.

He will admit the thought of carrying his child is making his cock a lot more interested in the conversation and he grumbles when he realizes he is fully hard again.

“What are the steps we have to take?” You ask staring up at him through full lashes.

“I’d have to court you for at least six months. Then we would have to go to the council and explain the situation. And only after their approval would we be able to continue. And because I’m a leader, it will take a lot longer.” He admits feeling suddenly saddened.

“Well I already admitted to being yours so I guess the rest of the steps don’t seem so bad.” You sigh sleepily as Namjoon’s head snaps up.

“You want to be with me? To have me court you?” He asks feeling his heart hammer in his chest.

“Of course! I walked into the woods and risked my life for you. I didn’t just do that for a fuck. Though that was amazing.” You say winking at him.

Namjoon’s heart flutters and he leans down to press a soft kiss to your temple as your eyes slowly close.

Namjoon lets you rest knowing despite his best efforts you will still be sore for days to come. He sits on the cold bathroom floor and reaches out through his mind to Seokjin.

Yes, Namjoon? Are we allowed to communicate with you now?

Namjoon rolls his eyes at the smugness in Seokjin’s voice and lets out a frustrated sigh when Hoseok joins in

Ah, you are done. About time. We were worried dusk would come before the two of you got your hands off each other.

Good thing her father’s a carpenter maybe he can make you a bed. I assume you destroyed this one?

Namjoon let out a warning growl but it didn’t stop the dragons in his head from chuckling

Okay nevermind this conversation is over

Hey! We didn’t mean it we were just teasing. Anyway, what do you need?

Namjoon eyes you snoozing peacefully in the tub, his hand dipped in the water to make sure it is still warm for you

Can you teach me how to cook?

The silence in his head makes him fidget before he hears a snicker

Do you want to burn the cabin down that bad?

Hoseok and his goddamn “humor”

Can you both be serious for once?

Ah Hoseok you know how our Joon is. If he’s asking for help it must be serious. Besides he can just burn it down with a fireball. Now tell me Namjoon are you courting the human?

Yes

The cheers in his head are loud as Seokjin and Hoseok whoop and holler in excitement

Okay okay enough. I’m still your leader you know

Oh, this is so exciting! Of course Namjoon we will teach you how to cook for her, maybe air out the cabin before we come over though it’s going to be hard to teach you how to cook with all the sex in the air.

Namjoon grumbles at Hoseok’s teasing but when he looks at you it makes a little teasing all worth it.

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GOD, please just one time, let me just one time that’s all I ask for 👹

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pairing namjoon x fem reader x jungkook

synopsis in an attempt to finally ask your fuck buddy to be your boyfriend, you take him camping, your plans are soiled when he brings along his friend, jungkook.

warnings y/n is the bigggggggest simp for namjoon, accidental blow jobs, outdoor sex, plot twist (no spoilers!), pwp if you squint, drinking, black oc headcanon, somnophilia, overuse of italicization, JOONS MF ARMS, jungkook with rings <3, prior context so we not confused joon did what y/n is doing now before (ofc in a different setting) so this is an unspoken boundary that they have explored prior (it’ll make sense when you read it !)

read me outdoor sex, that’s it.

In theory this was a good idea, sacrificing your comfort for the devastatingly beautiful Kim Namjoon who showed a hint of interest in you was worth it.

With one minor hiccup.

Namjoon had invited others, his friends, to what was supposed to be your third date. Namjoon liked nature, he was one of those people that loved the beauty of the outdoors and its grounding qualities, so you had the perfect plan: camping! You were raised in the fast paced city of Seoul, never stepping foot in the countryside, but for him, Namjoon, you planned an entire weekend trip to a camping resort you’d heard about from a friend of a friend. It would have been the perfect place to ask him to be your boyfriend…if he hadn’t invited his friends.

You try your best to keep your facial expression in check despite the utter disappointment you feel that they’ll be joining you, it’s hard, but you manage a smile. Namjoon introduces you to only two other people; Jungkook who's a year younger than you guys and only recently transferred to SU and Stacey. In any other circumstance you’d be happy to meet the people closest to Namjoon, Jungkook seems nice enough and Stacey is a foreigner, she's not black like you, but you could probably relate to each other in terms of experiences in Korea.

And yet you can’t see the joy in them being here.

You take the opportunity to softly break the news to Namjoon and question as to why they’re there when they begin to lug their equipment to your reserved camping lot. You stand beside Namjoon who is busy unpacking the trunk, looking back to make sure they’re out of ear range before you bring it up.

“So… you brought your friends?” Namjoon hums, carefully placing both of your tent wraps on the leaf filled ground. The weather is perfect for camping. Winter had winded down a little over a month ago and the warm temperature and beauty of spring was great for camping.

…And out door fucking if Namjoon was down for that.

You twist your lips to the side, “I wish you would’ve told me, I would’ve brought my friends as well.” You lie, it’s better to lie than be embarrassed that he didn’t know this was a date… right?

“You still can! Just call them, the park's last minute reservations close in an hour,” Namjoon informs you, swinging both your backpacks onto his ridiculously buff arms courtesy of his military service. “I didn’t know you wanted to bring your friends that bad,” Namjoon gives you a look of uncertainty, “I thought this was a double date.” No you didn’t want to bring your friends, that was a lie what does he think y—wait.

Come again?

Namjoon chuckles when you pause in your tracks, your lips parting in surprise, “Well.. don’t look so shocked,” he teases that dimple you love oh so much making an appearance on his cheek. “I'm not that clueless, Y/n.” You shake yourself out of your initial shock swallowing.

“I just—oh my god, Joon, I was so upset!” You exasperate, lightly hitting his arm.

“I know I could tell, you’re so easy to read.” He chuckles again continuing your walk after nudging your arm, “I’m sorry for not asking beforehand, Kook just met Stacey and wanted to take her out somewhere inexpensive. You know college is expensive as hell and all that stuff,” Oh you understand, “plus this place is notorious for wildlife sightings. It's better to have a group to push down and make a run for it than just us you know?” You gawk at him and he laughs lightly nudging your arm again, “kidding! I’m kidding.”

By the time you two reach the patch of land designated for your camping—or glamping as you like to call it despite Namjoon correcting you—Jungkook is halfway done setting up his tent, the little plot of land next to him is cleared out the words ‘TENT PLACEMENT #2’ written out in the dirt with white spray paint on the left. Ah, so direct.

Stacey takes it upon herself to get to know you a little better informing you that she’s not just white, but half Asian and she’s been living in Korea for quite some time, you nod along to what she says barely giving any responses as your eyes focus on Namjoon’s hands and arms while he sets up your tent with ease, he didn’t even ask for help…

So ridiculously hot.

Jungkook prepares the small dining area behind you guys, setting up small lanterns around the makeshift kitchen he’s made, he briefly explains to all of you to turn them on when its dark as they’ll kill any bugs that venture into your lot.

And Namjoon had the audacity to say it wasn’t glamping.

Night came fairly quickly, the mountains in the far distance shrouded in darkness standing tall and intimidating from your spot by the fire. Despite it being Spring the nights lingered with Seoul’s winter breeze and of course you needed to fit the camping experience and set up a fire—well Jungkook and Namjoon did all the heavy lifting collecting the wooded pieces and assorting them to perfection.

And if you thought Namjoon was hot before nothing compared to watching him easily handle five logs onto his shoulders and set them down without as much as a groan.

His arms will be the death of you.

Jungkook, Namjoon’s friend, noticed you shivering and offered you a blanket while Namjoon added the finishing touches to the fire you took the heavy material with a smile missing the distasteful look Stacey sent you.

“How long have you and Joon been together?” She asks as you wrap yourself in the thick wool blanket.

You look back at Namjoon to make sure he’s engrossed in helping Jungkook cook the food before you lean towards her whispering, “We’re not together yet! I’m going to ask him to be my boyfriend later on, probably tomorrow to be honest.” She licks her lips humming.

“You must really like him, huh?” Your brows furrow at the tone she takes on, but nod nonetheless because of your course you like Joon you wouldn’t be caught dead sleeping in the woods if you didn’t. “Just be careful alright? I’ve heard some things about him in relationships, just watch out.” You would ask her what she’s heard but you hear a very clear and loud: ‘Dinner!’ Ending your conversation.

By the campfire you enjoyed surprisingly good sandwiches and half watered down beers Stacey’s prior warning fading into the back of your mind the more beers you downed. Jungkook took it upon himself to indulge you in all the hilarious mishaps of their childhood together while Namjoon blushed furiously (cutely) Stacey seemed to only get more touchy and flirtatious as she drank more beers leading Jungkook to take her to the tent so she can sleep off whatever lingering horniness she was feeling.

When he returns Namjoon offers him another beer but he refuses, “I need to be able to drive into town in the morning, I forgot my sunscreen.” You perk up reaching into your bag.

“Here you can use some of mine…it is scented though if you have a problem with that—“

He’s quick to cut you off shaking his head, “No, no, thank you.” You hand him the small bottle catching sight of the rings lining his fingers.

“Those are sick,” You compliment him, he looks down at his hand smiling proudly, he wiggles his fingers.

He shows you his other hand which is also covered in slightly less rings than the other, “Thanks, I got them from a friend's shop, she has some on sale right now, you want the info?” He asks followed by a small yawn.

“Sure in the morning though, you look ready to pass out.” Jungkook stifles a chuckle.

“Stacey is not easy to put to sleep while she’s drunk.” Namjoon laughs at that.

“Oh yeah we know.” Your face grows hot as you recall her very loud ’no I don’t want to go to sleep, why won’t you fuck me?’ ‘Kooooookie, I’m horny.’ oh and who could forget: ’just the tip? Please pleaseee?’ If that’s what she’s like drunk you can’t imagine what she was like sober and horny. You don’t blame her though you were a few beers deep and desperate to get back to your tent, but first to spare you and Namjoon the embarrassment of having his childhood friend hear you two go at it, you want him to get well into a deep sleep before that happens.

“Alright I’ll catch you guys in the morning.” You say your goodbyes to Jungkook watching him disappear into his tent enclosure.

Huh, they look kinda similar in the dark, you think looking between your tents.

“You ready to turn it in?” Namjoon questions, as the fire begins to die down.

“In a minute I’ll be in, wait up for me?” He hums kissing your cheek before he leaves your little fire set up for your shared tent. Once the zipper comes down you take a minute to take it all in, you actually find yourself enjoying the outdoors; it differs from Seoul, quiet, but loud in its own naturistic way. You also used the time to adjust yourself making sure your bra looks good under your shirt and spray a tiny bit more perfume on yourself.

You ventured out to the small bathroom station that was a short walk from your campsite filling a bottle with water to completely put out the fire. The door creaked open giving you half a heart attack before you fully got a good look at the figure looming in the doorway, Stacey.

“Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me.” You sighed, rubbing your chest to calm your rapid heart beat.

“Sorry gotta take a piss, and maybe vomit.” She choked holding her mouth, you capped your bottle of water leaving Stacey alone in the bathroom. On your way back to your campsite you wondered if you should have helped her back to the tents, but reckon that if she could get there while shitfaced she can make it back.

After putting out the fire you pushed your boobs up over your shirt exposing an unnecessary amount of cleavage, checking your appearance on your phone to make sure your attempt at seduction wasn’t too obvious. You close out of your camera app smiling at the drying wood, you were more than ready to enjoy a semi private hook up with Joon and then a good night's rest with lots and lots of cuddling.

With a small dilemma.

Earlier when you thought the two tents looked similar you weren’t kidding and right now they look almost identical. If you were slightly more buzzed you would have gone for the left tent, but that’s Jungkook and Stacey’s and yours is on the right. You slowly unzip the tent hearing Namjoon’s light breaths, you always thought he'd be a snorer because of his large build, but no, only light comforting breaths.

Crawling, you hit your head on the lamp hanging from the tent ceiling, but you don’t turn it on wanting it to be dark. You don’t want to wake up Namjoon.

What guy doesn’t like being woken up with a blowjob? Plus you owe him for waking you up in a similar fashion a few weeks back.

You briefly turn around to zip up the tent, the darkness fully encompassing your surroundings, you barely see Namjoon’s face and squinting doesn’t help, but nevermind that you need to get to work. Slowly, you lift the cover, the same one from earlier that Jungkook gave you. He must’ve offered it to Namjoon, you make a mental note to thank him in the morning since it is quite cold.

Once fully settled underneath the blanket you feel up his legs, he switched his shorts for sweats and unfortunately for you when you reach upwards your fingers brush over a tied knot, “Son of a bitch,” you mumble, why’d he tie them? Gently you sit back on his calves, still under the cover of the blanket you delicately unravel it pausing when you feel him shift, but he doesn’t move much, your ass is on his leg’s keeping him in place. When you deem him unaware (when you get impatient) you get back into position leaning forward your ass high in the air, you only lower his sweats enough to free his cock, huh no boxers. Namjoon’s never gone commando before to your knowledge. After every hookup he at least fell asleep in boxers, but maybe he was too tipsy to remember to put some on, you brush it off for now licking your hand, it’ll make things easier.

He’s soft when you take him into your slick hand twitching when you grip him properly, still asleep though. Your stomach coils with heat and want when you hear a low confused groan and then another when you open wide stretching your mouth around his length. You go slow at first, you have to, maybe it’s because you're buzzed but he feels thicker.

“Wha…” You bob your head faster as he begins to fully wake up, “fuck,” he rasps egging you on, leaning down you take more of him into your mouth and partially down your throat, his groans grow louder in volume breaking off into lower throaty moans, his hand reaches under the blanket fisting your curls, something hard akin to metal scrapes your head, but the pain meshed with the heat growing in your stomach makes you moan, which makes him moan. “God, fuck, fuck,” He guides your head up and down the grip on your hair tightening when you trail your tongue over a vein running under his cock. You shift on your knees rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure between them because this is turning you on way more than it should.

“Fuck, Stace, I’m gonna come.” Everything freezes, or maybe you just freeze up because he—Jungkook is breathlessly asking, “Shit, baby why’d you stop?” You remove your hand first, your mind blank, but it’s not it’s loud, so fucking loud because this can not be happening. You sit up slowly, the taste of him weighing heavy on your tongue, the blanket falls with your movement, the darkness giving you a momentary shield, but it doesn't last.

“I-I didn’t know,” You choke out your eyes teary, in the darkness you can make out Jungkook sitting up and reaching forward clicking on that God-awful light. He squints when the light floods his eyesight, but when it registers, what just happened and who you are his eyes double in size looking you over once, twice just to confirm that you, Namjoon’s…girlfriend? Gave him head just now. His panicked expression only makes you ramble more, your tears actually spilling over as you try to explain, defend yourself. “I-it’s so d-dark I couldn’t tell, I-I thought this was our tent! I-I just — I’m drunk, I-I couldn’t t-tell, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You sob through your explanation as Jungkook pulls the blanket over his crotch to cover his still hard cock. It might have gotten harder because of you crying, but you don’t need to know that information. “I was-wasn’t trying to assault you or anything-oh m-my God I’m an awful p-person—“

Jungkook reaches over to comfort you, but you flinch so instead of touching you his hand hangs awkwardly in the space between you, he puts his hand down sighing, “It’s okay, okay? Breathe.” You take some much need deep breaths, surprised by Jungkook’s calm demeanor especially because of your current situation. He does actually touch you this time rubbing your forearm. “I’m not upset, okay?” You nod wiping your tears, “Joon can never know.” Your eyes meet his, your brows furrowed, you open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it, “He won’t understand like I do, he’d never be able to see you the same.” The admission puts you back on the brink of hyperventilation, but Jungkook’s gesturing you out of the tent. “Go, I don’t know when Stacey is coming back, I don’t want to fuck things up with her.” God, how could you have forget about her?

“Okay, I-I really am sorry, Jungkook.” Jungkook lets out a heavy breath, nodding.

“I know.” He asserts, glancing back you catch a small reassuring smile on his lips, “Goodnight.” You don’t say it back, quickly leaving the tent.

Jungkook lays back onto the blankets, lightly biting into his forearm as ropes of cum spurts from his twitching cock, smearing his abdomen and the blanket.

Jesus fucking Christ.

read me i feeeeel like i could add more to this but idk what… yk? so for now it’s a one shot ❕ also my cover image wouldn’t come out right so for now there’s no cover

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Summary: You and Namjoon had been hooking up for months, it was nothing serious, you were just friends. He didn't usually care who else you slept with, but when his best friend Hoseok moved back home from studying dance abroad, he made it clear that you were off limits.

Warnings: unprotected sex, implied threesome, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, fingering, swearing, praise, creampies , soft dom, spanking (only twice), This is mostly smut😭

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok

5.9k+ Words

Rather than the stars in the sky, I'd like to see the stars on your shoes. Without Namjoon knowing (J-Hope) Converse High- BTS)

"Fuck Joon, right there!" you gasped as Namjoon fucked into you placing your legs over his muscular shoulders and gripping your hips.

He grunted as he felt you clench around him at the edge of orgasm. Picking up the pace of his thrusts was all it took for you to let go, your thighs shook as you came on his thick cock. Not far behind Namjoon pulled out of you pumping himself a few times before cumming all over your lower abdomen.

You let your legs fall from his shoulders and he leaned down to kiss you before throwing himself down on the bed beside you. "Shit Y/N, we keep fucking like THAT, and I might just fall in love." He joked.

You rolled your eyes smirking at your friend. "I'm insatiable, I know." you tried not to laugh as you said this. Namjoon looked over at you and the both of you busted out into a fit of laughter.

This was how you always joked with him, the two of you were good friends and were obviously physically attracted to each other. You kept things casual and had clear boundaries there was never any problem with it. Luckily sex hadn't changed your friendship one bit, as soon as he pulled out of you, you were back to joking and hanging out.

When your laughter died down Namjoon sat up "I'll go get you a towel to clean up." He got up and put his boxers on before walking out of his bedroom and going into the bathroom across the hall.

You laid there waiting for a few seconds for him to come back. He walked back into the bedroom and handed you the towel to wipe off with. You got cleaned up and dressed, now you were chilling on his couch waiting for his friend Hoseok to come over so the three of you could pick something to watch.

You met Hoseok a handful of times before; he was a good friend of Namjoon's and he moved away temporarily to have more opportunities to learn dancing. You knew him before he left although you weren't close, you had hung out a few times due to having mutual friends.

He'd been back for a few weeks now and you'd seen him when hanging out with friends. The two of you had talked a bit and you knew him more now.

You planned to stay at Namjoon's house for the night, the two of you were going to watch movies, so when Hoseok called him to hang out, he invited him to join you.

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When he arrived, he was cheerful as every other time you'd seen him, a huge smile on his face and a bright persona. Though that's not the only thing you noticed about Hoseok. He was tall, shorter than Namjoon but still a nice height, skinny but with a bit of muscle, and he had an amazing fashion sense.

He obviously likes baggy clothes, jeans especially, but this time he was wearing a pair of white sweatpants with a brown shirt that was a little oversized.

He greeted both you and Namjoon then took a seat beside you on the couch while Joon went to his bedroom to change because in his words he "didn't match the vibe." He was the only one in jeans and wanted to get comfortable too. Like Hoseok, you were wearing sweats.

It's a little awkward sitting there with him. You've made conversation before but not in this type of situation. You stand up from your spot on the couch. "I'm gonna grab a drink. You want anything?"

He thinks for a moment. "Just water please." You walk over to the kitchen area that is joined to the living room and open the fridge to grab some water bottles. Shamelessly Hoseok watches as you walk and bend over to open the fridge drawer where Joon keeps his bottled water.

Namjoon walks back into the room just in time to see his friend eyeing you from behind. He coughs standing in the doorway between the hallway and kitchen area, Hoseok immediately pulls his eyes away from you and looks up at Joon.

You stand up straight and turn around to see Joon standing there in a pair of light gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, it's so simple but he looks fucking good.

Both of you make your way back to the couches and you hand Hoseok a bottle of water.

"I'm hungry, we should order pizza." You suggest to the guys. Namjoon immediately pulls his phone out and asks what toppings you want. You and Hoseok, both tell him what you want, and he orders.

"They won't deliver here so one of us has to go get it. Is that ok with you guys?"

You both tell him that's fine and you offer to go because you were the one who wanted it in the first place and because you thought you should leave them to hang out alone for a little while. There must have been a reason Hoseok wanted to see Joon and you wanted to give them time just in case even though it just seemed like he wanted to see his friend.

Soon you leave Namjoon's apartment to pick up the pizza. The place he ordered from isn't too far so if it's not busy you'd be back in no time.

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"So, what's up with Y/N? Are you guys together?" Hoseok questions "No. Why? Did she say something?"

Hoseok raises his eyebrows at how eager his friend seemed at the question of your relationship. "Nah, it's just that almost every time I call or see if you're down to hang out with Y/N, and not to mention the way you looked at me earlier." He points out "So you guys are just good friends, or like a sibling type vibe?"

"You were staring at her ass, Hoseok anybody would have pointed it out." Namjoon told him. "And we're just good friends. I enjoy spending time with her."

"So, you wouldn't mind if I... I don't know...got to know her?" Namjoon looked at him as if he just said something completely insane.

"I don't think you're her type." Namjoon says flatly. It wasn't even a little bit true though he was almost positive that personality wise Hoseok was someone you would like, not to mention that on top of being insanely attractive and having fucking impeccable style Hoseok was a dancer A fucking dancer! That's literally the cheat code to being good in bed.

Hoseok looks at him confused. "You sure there's nothing going on with you two? Just tell me, I won't judge."

"Nothing, I just care about her." Hoseok nods, understanding "Ah so you like her." Namjoon is quick to shake his head "It's not like that." he sighs. "I like what I have with her right now, so if you're not serious just leave her alone."

Hoseok was confused at the last bit but went along with it.

He knew what that meant, Namjoon definitely liked you but didn't want to say so. Hoseok nods his head, and they drop the topic and begin to talk more about Hoseok's time in the states.

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Within about 20 minutes you're back at Joon's apartment eating pizza and watching one of the Batman movies. You were seated sideways on the couch with your feet on Joon's legs and Hoseok sat on the floor in front of the middle cushion so he could spread himself out more.

You weren't paying that much attention to the movie that was playing in front of you. You had no interest in Marvel or DC movies. You wanted to pick something else but ended up watching this after the two boys wouldn't back down.

There were better things to do anyway like thinking about the two extremely fine men you had right in front of you.

Namjoon, who was sitting next to you, tall and muscular, his dark hair was getting longer, and it made him look more mature. His voice always made you crazy especially during sex. He was amazing at talking you through it.

You had started to become something that you hoped was more than friends, but he was always so laid back about what you were doing that you didn't think he would want anything more. You were willing to put your feelings for him aside in case it would ruin your friendship.

And Hoseok who you didn't know all that well. You were curious about him though. You definitely thought about what it would be like to fuck him, multiple times throughout the movie. He had a sort of confidence to him that wasn't overwhelming or arrogant, he was a dancer and you wanted to know what his stamina was like. He could probably go all night and barely break a sweat.

At some point your mind started to merge your thoughts into having them both at the same time Namjoon pounding you hard while you took Hoseok's length in your mouth. Even though you'd never seen Hoseok's dick you had a feeling it was long and on the skinner side.

You thought about Hoseok fucking you fast and rhythmically, keeping his pace while you sucked on Joon's thick cock, and he told you how good you were doing.

The images in your head so vivid you could almost feel it.

"You okay Y/N." Namjoon asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. You hadn't realized but you'd been shifting your legs and staring into space for some time now. "Yeah, I'm good. Just trying to get comfortable." You tell him. You fixed your legs one last time before looking at the tv again.

You weren't good. There was no getting comfortable. Your panties were soaked, and you were horny.

Namjoon might have picked up on that, he knew your body well and you were afraid he could tell, and you didn't feel like explaining what got you this way.

You tried sitting as still as possible and paying attention to the movie, but that fucker definitely knew. Joon started to rub your feet reaching up to your calves. You started to breath shakily as his hand reached up past your knee to your inner thighs.

You shot him a look; Hoseok was sitting right in front of you. All it takes is him to turn his head and he would see Namjoon caressing you over your sweatpants.

Namjoon dismissed it and leaned his body closer to you in order to reach higher. You grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over your legs. If Hoseok saw what was happening, you would be embarrassed but there was no way you were going to tell Namjoon to stop.

As Namjoon touched farther and farther up your legs, he kept his eyes on the tv. Hoseok turned his head ever so slightly just enough for you to see the smirk on his face. You froze. He knew what was happening behind him.

"You sure you're alright Y/N? I can feel you squirming from down here." Hoseok said in a concerned tone as he turned to fully look up at you. You knew that he knew what was going on. He was teasing you.

Quickly you kicked Namjoon away and sat up straight bringing your legs closer to you. "It's just hot, I'm gonna take a shower. You guys finish the movie."

Before either of them can speak you jump up off the couch and rush into the hallway past the bathroom.

Neither of them says anything or look at each other but Namjoon knew that Hoseok saw, and Hoseok knew that Namjoon knew he saw.

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You had taken a nice shower in Namjoon's bathroom, and you were headed into his room where your bag was to get spare clothes. You decided to put your sweatpants back on because you only brought clothes for tomorrow and an extra pair of sleep shorts, but you would not be wearing those in front of them, especially now when they both looked like they could go feral for you at any second.

You weren't mad about it though.

You chose to wear one of Joon's t-shirts because you always did, they were comfortable as hell.

You walked back over to the living room area and the boys were both sitting on opposite sides of the couch turned to face each other. They both looked up at you. "You feel any better?" Namjoon asked smugly. Hoseok looked as if he was holding in a laugh, and you glared at both of them.

For the next hour or so you guys just hung out watching whatever was on and talking about random things. Hoseok was getting tired, so he decided it was time for him to go.

He and Namjoon did that man hug thing where they handshake and pat each other on the back, then Hoseok walked over to where you were sitting and gave you a side hug. It surprised you; he had never hugged you before but due to his usually cheerful and welcoming personality it didn't seem weird or out of place.

"See you, Namjoon." He waved at his friend as he went to walk out the front door. He stopped to look at you one last time. "Let's hang out again soon." He suggested anyone who wasn't looking at him would have thought it was a general comment, but from the way he locked eyes with you and smirked you had a feeling he was talking about you specifically.

You wave at him one last time before he walks out the door. Now it was time to scold Namjoon for being so reckless. "What the fuck were you thinking?" you question him. He looks over at you with big eyes. "Are you crazy he might have seen." Namjoon rolls his eyes at you.

"It's fine, Hoseok's cool, he doesn't care, he does the same shit."

"That's not the point, it's embarrassing" You stand up walking over to the kitchen area to get more to drink. You stand next to the counter and Namjoon comes to stand in front of you. He places his hands on your hips. "How was that embarrassing?" He asks quietly, "I'll just tell Hoseok not to bring it up."

"Don't tell him that!" Namjoon looks down at you confused so you explain. 'What if he didn't actually see and you brought it to his attention!" You didn't think of the possibility that you read the signs wrong and maybe he didn't see, and you were overreacting and being weird for no reason.

Namjoon leans his face down closer to yours, lips inches apart. "Hoseok won't say anything no matter if he did or didn't see."

You're prepared to argue back the close proximity and the way Namjoon is looking at you makes the words catch in your throat. His lips dust over yours and you tilt your head up more, wanting to kiss him. He pulls back before your lips can fully touch, one of his hands drops from its place on your hip down to the waistband of your sweats.

He looks at you asking permission to continue and you nod your head. He lets his lips touch yours and slides his hand into your pants and begins to rub your clit over your panties making you gasp. He pulls his lips from yours "Does this embarrass you Y/N? You don't seem embarrassed with my hands making you feel good." You do your best to glare at him and he lightly grabs your throat, turning your head up more. "Answer me Y/N, are you embarrassed right now?" You shake your head.

"Use your words baby."

"N-no, it's different though, no one else is around." You begin to buck your hips into Namjoon's fingers needing to feel more. You wished you decided not to wear panties after your shower. "Joon, more." you whined. He pulled his hand out of your pants and took your hand in his. He guided you to the bedroom and as soon as you made it to the bed you kicked your pants off and waited to see what he was going to do next.

He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his muscular chest and torso to you. No matter how many times you saw his body it amazed you. He stood over you and motioned you to lie on your back, you laid back and he immediately hooked his fingers on the waist of your panties and pulled them off of you.

You instinctively spread your legs for him to have access. "So impatient" he tsked. Wasting no time he dipped his fingers into your already wet cunt, pushing in and out slowly while rubbing your clit with his thumb.

He began to stretch you out with his fingers in preparation. You began to clench around him, and he pulled his fingers out not wanting you to cum yet. You wanted to yell at the feeling of his fingers leaving you. You knew he wanted you to cum around him, so you weren't going to complain just yet.

He quickly shoved off his pants and boxers and you shifted to make room for him on the bed. "You wanna ride me tonight baby?" You nodded your head. It wasn't your favorite position, but you didn't mind it. You knew Joon loved it and seeing the way his face twisted in pleasure when you were on top was enough to motivate you to do it whenever.

He laid down and propped himself on some pillows and you began to stroke his thick length slowly but firmly. As he got harder pre-cum began to leak from his tip down to the base. He put his arms out for you to grab and helped you on top of him. You positioned his cock so you could sit and began to sink onto him. He groaned when he felt your tight walls squeeze around him.

"Relax baby, just go slow." he tells you softly. You're having trouble accommodating the thickness of his cock inside of you, he notices and begins to softly rub circles into your clit to help you relax.

You lowered yourself more, now he was fully inside you and you took a second before moving up and down bouncing on his cock. "Fuck Y/N, just like that."

He started to push his hips up into yours making it harder to concentrate on riding him, your legs began to tremble, and Namjoon pulled you into a messy kiss. Your pace began to slow so he hooked his arms under your knees and lifted you just enough for him to fuck into you and speed up.

You grabbed onto his shoulders digging your nails into him and moaning loudly. "Taking me so fucking well." He grunted, keeping his pace inside of you. You started to tighten around him and grab him even tighter than before.

"Cum with me baby." He breathed out. Just like that you came around him legs shaking as his thrusts slowed and became sloppy you felt him twitch inside of you before shooting his cum into your messy pussy.

He dropped your legs and laid back, resting your head on his chest for a moment catching your breath before speaking "You owe me $50 for that." You told him. You were on birth control but if he came inside you, you always took the pill just to be safe.

He laughed, "I'll run out and get you a pill tonight."

You sat up and moved backwards so that his now soft cock would slip out of you. You both cringed at the feeling.

You put your underwear back on and told him you were going to the bathroom to get cleaned up again.

While you showered again, he left to grab you a 'morning after' pill.

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The next day you were back at your own apartment, and you got a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey Y/N, it's Hobi.

Hobi? Who's Hobi? The name sounded familiar. Ahh Hobi. you'd heard Joon call Hoseok that a few times before. You wondered how he got your number, not that you cared that Hoseok was cool, but you were still a little worried about the previous night.

You: Hey Hoseok, how'd you get my number?

Hoseok: I asked Joon to give it to me. Anyway, what are you doing later?

He left out the part where Namjoon told him no, but he went through his phone to find it anyway. You weren't his girlfriend, and he wasn't in charge of you so there was no reason for Namjoon to gatekeep your number from him.

You didn't have any plans for today and you were bored sitting at home.

You: Probably just chillin at home. Why?

Namjoon was working until late tonight so he wouldn't be able to hang out today and you and Hoseok had other mutual friends but none that were as close as Joon or close enough to have random hang outs.

Hoseok: Would you wanna come over later? I've been working on a new dance routine, and I need some opinions. I don't know if you know anything about dance, but I need someone who will be honest about how it looks.

Why in the world would Hoseok need your opinions on his dancing? You'd seen videos of him dancing before and he was amazing, however he moved the beat followed it was as if the music was following him instead of the other way around.

You had no experience with dance, it always looked cool to try but you never took it up. It sounded fun to see such an experienced dancer in action, you wondered if he invited anyone else.

His texts, although unexpected, didn't seem odd, maybe he really hadn't picked up what was going on behind him last night, or maybe he just didn't want to make things awkward, so he was trying to be normal.

You: Sure. It sounds fun!

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A few hours later you arrived at Hoseok's place, he had texted you his address and you agreed on a time to go over.

His apartment was very similar to his style. He had name-brand everything he obviously loved supreme and a lot of his furniture and decorations were bright colored, but it matched so well and wasn't overwhelming.

It was a completely different vibe from Namjoon's apartment where he had mostly neutral tones and light/ pale colors. Joon's space was calming while Hoseok's made was fun and bright.

You sat on the floor of Hoseok's dance studio, which was an empty master bedroom with a mirror that stretched across the longest wall. Hoseok explained that this was the best space for him to dance in the apartment, so he made it a practice room and he uses the smaller bedroom as his actual room.

The space wasn't huge but if he wanted to, he could fit 3 or 4 more people in here to dance with him.

You were holding his phone and he told you to press play on the song when he gave you a signal. He stretched for a moment and then signaled for you to press play, as soon as the music it was like he had tuned out everything around him, you wouldn't be surprised if he forgot you were there.

You watched as he danced, entranced with his movements. When the song finished, he looked over at you and caught his breath.

"What do you think? Please be honest." You pressed your lips together and tilted your head. You were going to be totally honest. "The routine was amazing, it's your face that's throwing it off." His eyes widened and he seemed to be caught off guard.

"No, I didn't mean it like that!" you said panicking.

"Damn Y/N I didn't mean to be that honest." Hoseok laughed.

"Your face is perfect, it's really nice actually, your side profile is really pretty" you said, not meaning to compliment him that much, your cheeks beginning to turn red in embarrassment at your rambling.

Hoseok took a seat on the floor in front of you trying not to laugh. You sighed "It's your expression i was trying to say you're so concentrated you almost look angry." He nods his head. "I noticed that in the videos I've seen before too, try to give more facial expressions."

"You've seen my dance videos before?"

When Hoseok was gone, he would send his friends videos of new routines or moves he thought were cool and Joon would show you a lot of them. He was really proud of Hoseok, and he loved to show off his best friend's talent.

"Joon showed me a few." you told him. "Seems like Joon shows you a lot of things." Hoseok said in a teasing manner.

Oh, shit he definitely saw.

Your eyes widened.

"Start the music, I'll try again." Without a word you restarted the song and pressed play.

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Hoseok went over the routine a few more times, his expressions had gotten better and now you told him everything was perfect.

The both of you sat up against the mirrored wall and you asked him questions about dance and how he got into it. It was a light and easy conversation that soon turned in a different direction.

"Did you really think I wouldn't see?" He questioned. You were tired of the topic before it even started. "Don't even try to act confused. I know you know what I'm talking about."

You sighed in defeat. "That was all him! I didn't tell him to do that."

"You didn't seem like you were against it." Hoseok said smirking.

You groaned at the fact he wouldn't drop it. "Why are you so worried about it anyway?"

"Well for one, it was happening right behind me, I can't say I'm mad about it though. Just kinda wish it was me touching you like that."

Your jaw dropped; you didn't know what to say to that because to be honest you wanted to know what it would feel like for him to touch you.

Hoseok turns to face you completely, bringing his face closer to yours. "Do you want that too?" You gulp nodding your head. Hoseok gently places a hand on you, softly stroking your thigh getting closer and closer to your now aroused cunt. "Namjoon wouldn't be mad, would he?" Hoseok teases as his fingers reach the bottom of your shorts.

You lean forward and brush your lips over his "Are you gonna fuck me, or do you get off just talking about Namjoon." you question softly but teasingly, giggling at Hoseok who leans back in shock at your words.

He shakes his head and it's like a whole different Hoseok appears, his features darken, and he gets onto his knees to lean over you. "Act like a brat and you'll be treated like one." Hoseok grabs your chin and tilts it up wards, with his other hand he reaches down to unbutton your shorts.

Suddenly he stops and stands up shaking his head. "This won't do." he thinks for a moment as you look up at him. "Show me how good you can be, and I'll let you cum." You know exactly what he wants.

Eagerly you get on your knees playing with the hem of his sweats with one hand and cupping his clothed dick with the other, feeling it get harder before you pull his pants and boxers down with one movement.

Just like you imagined the other night he was long and on the skinnier side you were sure it would make a bulge in your stomach if he fucked you the right way. Wasting no time, you took his length in both your hands and looked up as he threw his head back. You smirked as quiet groans fell from his lips. You wanted to make him cum as quickly as possible so you could feel him inside you. 

You began to lick his tip ever so slightly, just brushing over him with your tongue and the way he would tense and squirm made you curious as to how he would react to your mouth. Without warning you took him into your mouth bobbing your head back and forth as he put his hands in your hair making sure not to grab you too tightly.

You took him in as far as you could, changing your pace and often stopping to give a little extra attention to his leaking tip. His moans became louder and more frequent and you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

"Y/N pull me out i'm gonna- '' He came in your mouth, ropes of cum squirting down your throat. You continued to suck and pump him until nothing more came out and you swallowed every last drop. When you pulled away he was looking down at you wide eyed in disbelief. "Fuck Y/N, get up here."

You stood up off your knees and Hoseok pulled you into a deep kiss letting his arms fall and his hands roam your ass. He slapped it, maybe a little too hard making you squeal in surprise. He turned you around so that you were facing the mirror wall as he lightly gripped your throat forcing you to look in the mirror at yourself, your hair messy and the light amount of mascara you wore runny.

"You still want this." Hoseok asked you making sure you were ready to continue. You nodded your head and pushed your ass back onto his already re- hardening cock. He shoved your shorts down leaving you in your panties while he played with your clit. With his free hand he lifted your shirt and unclipped your bra.

He let go of you and helped you step out of your shorts that were now down around your ankles and you did the same with your panties.

When you were completely stripped of your clothes you faced the mirror again and Hoseok held one of your legs up as you used the mirrored wall to keep your balance while he rubbed his tip against your wet cunt. You sucked in a breath. "Don't tease." You whined .

He finally pushed himself into you after what felt like forever giving you slow deep strokes. When he got a good pace and balance he moved the two of you back from the mirror so you could see yourself. One of his arms holding up one of your legs while the other arm held you upright and close to him.

"Look how pretty you look, taking me so fucking well." All you could do was moan in response. He set your leg down and you leaned forward, he grabbed onto your arms and began to pick up his pace thrusting in and out of you. Your head dropped forward as your legs began to tremble and Hoseok let go of one of your arms and held across your stomach while letting go of your other arm. He spanked you once more "Head up baby, look at me." He motioned for you to look in the mirror.

You began to clench around him feeling your orgasm approaching and he felt it too, that's why he quickly pulled out. He wanted you to cum together but he wasn't ready yet.

As you were ready to yell at him for ruining your orgasm he turned you around to face him and picked you up walking over to a wall he leaned himself against it and placed his arms under your knees. He was in total control thrusting in and out of you at whatever pace he pleased. You were dripping down his cock onto both of your thighs practically screaming in pleasure and gripping his back so hard you were sure it was going to leave marks.

One again you began to clench around him, this time impossibly tight, he had to slow down because with the way your pussy was gripping him he could barely move inside you. "Hobi" you gasped out. "I'm cumming!" That motivated him to go faster and you continued to clench and pulse around him not long after you came. He latched his lips around a spot on your neck sucking hard as he finally came inside you. His thrusts were crazy and sloppy slowing down until they stopped all together and his now soft dick fell out of you.

He set you down and both of you leaned on the wall for support both sweaty and out of breath. Your legs were trembling and you thought they might give out. You looked at eachother absolutely speechless "Holy shit."

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A few days later you were at home looking in the mirror at a big purple bruise prominent on your neck. You knew Hoseok had done it on purpose, probably to make Namjoon jealous.

After the time in his dance studio you and Hobi –you considered yourselves pretty good friends now– had texted a few times and haven't really talked about it. You were kind of surprised he wasn't bringing it up or teasing you every chance he got.

You haven't seen Namjoon since your day with Hoseok but you had talked a few times and as far as you knew he had no idea what happened and you wanted to keep it that way because even though you weren't together you thought it'd be weird to tell him you had sex with his best friend.

He texted you asking if you'd want to come over and you agreed and made plans to hang out later. In the meantime you needed to figure out how to cover this hickey. It wasn't a problem until now because you had nothing to do but you didn't want it to be extremely obvious.

Makeup wasn't helping so you opted for wearing a hoodie and hoped for the best.

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When you got to Namjoon's apartment there was a little detail you noticed he left out of your conversation earlier.

A smirking Hoseok sat on the couch eyeing you up almost the whole time you were there.

"Aren't you hot Y/N? What's with the Hoodie?" You glared at him trying your best to ignore him and his sly comments.

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Later on Namjoons apartment felt like it was getting warmer by the second you had to take the hoodie off or you would have sweat to death. The lights were low and Joon didn't seem to be paying that much attention to you so you took it off.

"Damn Y/N what happened to your neck, that thing is nasty." You panicked and Joon leaned in more to get a better look. "Is that a..." You cringed at his words wanting to disappear into the couch. For some reason you were more embarrassed than you should've been about this.

Hoseok was chuckling from his spot on the floor and your cheeks went pink. Namjoon caught on to what happened and looked like he was seconds away from beating Hoseok to a pulp.

The boys broke out into an argument that you were the center of. It was petty and stupid and there was probably a better way to handle it, but the only thing you could think about was how fucking fine they both looked when they were mad.

You stood up tired of the yelling and hoped this would shut them up, you took off your shirt catching both of their attention. "Both of you shut the fuck up and come here." You told them sternly, turning on your heels and walking to Namjoon's bedroom.

Quickly and quietly, they did as they were told not wasting any more time.

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Thanks for reading please lmk what you think!

I'm working on a seokjin story next. And possibly a 'Like Crazy' Pt 2

[namkkoos]

as a namgi stan the angst was angsting, I couldnt ask for anything else 🤧

nice guys finish last | m

synopsis. you thought you were over yoongi’s dick move of ending your engagement through his parents - not even a text when he disappeared out of your life. that’s why you agreed to the newly arranged marriage with his brother, namjoon, but on the brink of your wedding day, it becomes apparent that you haven’t really let go of the past as you tear up in front of your soon-to-be husband at the back room of the church.

◟alternatively, “we entered into this marriage for a mutual reason. not dreading to come home is more than i can ask for. so it’s okay if you want to see yoongi just… keep out of the spotlight like many in our shoes who found love outside of it have.”

pairings. husband!ceo!namjoon x doctor!reader x ex-fiance!producer!yoongi

genre. arraged marriage au. angst. fluff. smut.

word. 16.2k

content: age gap factor (namjoon is 5 years older than oc and yoongi is 7 years older than oc). pining. teasing. hoseok cockblocking.

warning(s): heavy adult content. mentions of cheating. hospital scenes.

verse. knj. ksj. myg. kth. pjm. jjk. jhs. story time.

x

“i don’t want to marry you at all. the person i love is someone else.” there are tears brimming in your eyes but if there’s anything the years of etiquette class namjoon’s parents forced on him taught him - he’d say he turned out okay - it’s to not mention to the crying lady that she’s crying. but he can’t help stare a little longer. admire a little too much.

the rays flooding through the window paired with the prettiest ivory dress he’s seen you in gives you an iridescent halo. you look like an angel descended from the top most heavens.

but not for him.

“i know,” he lets out a drawn out sigh, hand on his neck. he’s always been the awkward one between the two. if it was him - if it was his brother, he would say it without any ounce of self-reproach. but then again what does namjoon have to be sorry for? for being born? for being the second choice son to step into his brother’s shoes when the aforementioned man threatened to disown the family name if their parents refused to let him marry a girl of his choice who, according to the workers’ gossip, ‘he suddenly woke up one day and decided he was in love with’? 

“it’s yoongi, isn’t it? you love yoongi.”

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📌 MASTERLIST + ACCOUNT UPDATE

Hey sweethearts! Tumblr’s been acting up for me — my DMs and comments aren’t working, and I might be shadowbanned from my previous account [@kittenan /  kittenan.tumblr.com]. So, I’ve made this backup blog to keep connecting with you all!

👉 Please follow: [@kittenan2] I’ll be posting new fics, updates, & reuploads here.

Check out this post - Update from my main account to know more.

✨✨✨MASTERLIST ✨✨✨

Minors [DNI] - 18+ content ⚠️🔞🛑

Just for Tonight - JinxReader Oneshot

Steps to Surrender - JHopexReader Oneshot

Sinful Sounds - RaplinexReader Oneshot

Igniting Spark - JinxReader Oneshot

Dream So Real - JinxReader (Part 1, Part 2)

Forbidden Addiction - JinxReader Oneshot

Contract of Cravings - JHopexReader Oneshot

Professor's Pet - NamjoonxReader (Part 1, Part 2)

The Art of Obedience - NamjoonxReader

Yoongi Marry Me - YoongixReader

Blind Date to Forever - JinxReader

Private Play Terms - JungkookxReader

In Your Arms - TaehyungxReader

No Subtitles in Bed - JungkookxReaderxNamjoon

Following is the list of FFs from this backup account -

Diamond Necklace - JhopexReader

Twirl for me - JinxReader

Long Distance Cravings - NamjoonxReader

Bound By Desires - TaehyungxReader

My Turn - NamjoonxReader

Doctor's Orders - JinxReader

House Rules - JungkookxReaderxJin

Diary of Desire and Love - JiminxReader

Crashing into You - JungkookxReader

Tuna Temptress - JinxReader

This Could Be Us - TaehyungxReader

Kings of Ash and Desire - YoongixReaderxNamjoon

Stay on Live, Min Yoongi? - YoongixReader

No Strings, All heat - JiminxReader

Love Me Again - TaehyungxReader

Sweet Dreams, Jeon - JungkookxReader

Strictly Chaotic - JinxReader

The Sound Beneath - JinxReader

Love in the Lease - NamjoonxReader

Shadow of Sin - JhopexReader

Posses the Queen - JiminxReaderxJungkook

Preety Little Warzone - JinxReader

Mission:Pineapple - JinxReader

Not the Jealous Type - NamjoonxReader

You were the Win all Along - JungkookxReader

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Few were already in my drafts but I will post them here now.

💌 WHAT TO EXPECT

BTS x Reader (smut, angst, fluff)

Poly dynamics, mafia, idol, college, kink AUs, many more

Slow burns, fast burns, & everything filthy

Reader insert, strong plotlines, emotional arcs

Reblogs from fav writers & mutuals!

REBLOG to help me reach my mutuals/readers! Tumblr’s been eating my engagement, so your support means everything.

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[bangfantanfic]

Edited Chapter 1 Repost.

Our Own World: 1

Warnings: 18+ story, minors do not interact.  Type: Romance/Dark romance/Yandere/Non-idol Au Word Count: 2,594.  Edited Post: 24/05/24

You had grown up in one of the tightest knitted families you had ever known. Your mother was affectionate and clingy, and your father a doting father and husband. They had drilled into both your brother and your brains that family comes before all else, no matter what. Your therapist disagreed. Boundaries are important, and you need to set them. Easier said than done. Moving away to attend University had been your first step in putting some distance. Your parents weren’t terrible people, they loved you dearly, and you and anyone with eyes could see it. They were just… a lot. They expected too much of you, wanted too much and when it couldn’t be done their disappointment in you wasn’t as well hidden as they believed it to be. You were often left burnt out, and far too critical of yourself (your therapist’s words, not yours.)  

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[riaarivic]

HIS - KNJ x F!reader: 2 Clean

💗Pairings idol!NamjoonxReader

💗 Genres idol!AU, Smut, Angst, Romance, Enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers

💗 Rating 18+ minors DNI

💗 Summary Three years have passed since the last time you saw Kim Namjoon. But now he was right in front of you, with the same stupid warm smile that made your good judgment (and underwear) disappear without a trace. You haven't seen him for four years. But now here you were working for BTS again. Having to see his insufferably attractive face every day of your life again.

But there's something Namjoon doesn't know. The little girl with almond eyes and dimples in her smile clinging to his ex-girlfriend's hip, not only looked too much like him. But she was… His.

💗  Warnings for the chapter: reader has very conflictive emotions about the news of her pregnancy at the begining. This chapter will have some back and forth time skips, miscommunications, pinning, SO MUCH PINNING, Hurt/comfort.

💗 A/N: ⚠️ dialogue in BOLD is intended to be in English if not, they are speaking in Korean. ⚠️

Love, Ria

💗 Chapter wordcount 4,8k

💗 Series index: 1 2

“The drought was the very worst, ah-ah. When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst It was months and months of back and forth, ah-ah, ah-ah. You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore” -Taylor Swift

💗💗💗MARCH 2022💗💗💗

Your daughter, Hana.

Amid the rapid-fire questions echoing in Namjoon's head, his pulse raced as you introduced the unexpected star of the show—

Who had just barged into the already tense conference room.

Like a small– But charming tornado. 

"Everyone, this is my daughter, Hana. Baby, say hi; they will work with mommy." You said sitting her on your lap.

"Hello, I’m Hana. I’m Three years old.” Hana greeted, her innocence oozing charm. 

She spoke korean. 

That made Namjoon smile.

Cute.

"Baby Hana, do you know who we are?" Jimin asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She nodded. Did she?

"You are Jimin, Jk, V, Jin, J-Hope, Suga, and… Rap Monster?” Hana’s innocent attempt earned laughter from everyone.

 Everyone but Namjoon.

He halted what he was doing, a sudden realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.

She was three years old. 

And she looked like him.

Too much like him. 

“She’s so polite!” Jimin exclaimed.

“That’s so cute!” chimed in V.

“Are you an army, baby Hana?” Jin inquired, curious.

“No,” Hana replied. “I like Seventeen more.”  Jin's shocked expression made everyone burst with laughter.

“Oh! But we’re cooler than them!” Jin tried to protest.

“I’m sorry; she has her interests, and right now, she’s obsessed with Wonwoo from Seventeen.” you tried to explain. But Seokjin was already about to get into a fight with a three year old to prove that, In fact, BTS were much cooler. 

Not that Namjoon had a problem with Seventeen.

But he considered himself objectively cooler than them. 

He stopped mid thought. Why the hell is he caring so much of what a toddler thought?

"Hana! Here you are!" A tall man with glasses emerged, breaking the charm of the moment. "We apologize for the interruption. Our Hana tends to run too fast. I am Eric Lee, Stardom’s chief financial operator and Y/N’s husband," he added, the unnecessary detail sending a ripple through the room.

The oblivious members resumed their excitement, but Namjoon felt like a computer crashing and about to explode. The mathematical calculations in his head were on the brink of causing a stroke.

If Namjoon's eyes could kill, Eric would be a bloody stain on the floor. Jealousy surged within him, a feeling he knew he didn't deserve. 

But your daughter, she was three. 

That meant you met this person around the same time you broke up.

You surely moved fast.

The Eric guy apologized again and took Hana from your arms to take her outside. She smiled at everyone and waved goodbye. 

Her dimpled smile made Namjoon’s heart do a somersault.

The meeting continued as if background noise, but Namjoon's focus shifted to you, studying your face. That girl, she looked too much like him and nothing like this whoever-I-don’t-care guy. 

It couldn't be possible.

He admitted he hurt you. But you would never do that to him.

Right?

If that girl was his.

You would have told him.

But he looked too much like him.

And he needed to talk to you. 

💗💗💗FEBRUARY 2017💗💗💗

The conference room hummed with tension.

As the team gathered for a crucial meeting on the North American leg of their Wings Tour. Namjoon, the usually composed leader, wore a furrowed brow and an air of defiance. The discussion centered around their press schedules.

Namjoon's frustration boiled over as he voiced his stance, "I won't be a clown for them. We're artists. I won't subject the group to this circus. Where the only thing they ask us if we had ever eaten a hamburger"

You, seated across the table, shot him an incredulous look.

"Namjoon, we can't afford to cut the press schedules. If we want BTS to break into the mainstream music market, we need exposure. Press appearances are non-negotiable."

He scoffed, "Exposure won't matter if they don't take us seriously. I won't compromise our art for popularity."

The heated exchange drew the attention of the other members and the managers.

This was the third time this week.

And the main managers were starting to think if you were worht all this tenssion.

But you did get them an appearance on the three main late night shows in the US for their tour promotion.

So you two had to learn to get along.

The room crackled as you shot back, "This is not about compromising your art, Namjoon. It's about strategic promotion. We need the media to understand and appreciate you, all of you."

Namjoon's eyes flashed with anger, and just as the confrontation seemed to reach its peak, J-Hope intervened.

"I think it's enough. This is about the success of the group. We'll do what it takes to keep BTS in the public eye, and that includes press appearances."

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of the decision sinking in.

Yoongi, who had remained quiet, finally spoke up. "I get where Namjoon is coming from, but we have to adapt to the market. If this is what it takes, then we'll do it. And Namjoon, you have Y/N's support. She won't let us down."

You nodded, your frustration simmering beneath the surface. The resolution hung in the air as the team grudgingly agreed to move forward with the press schedules. 

The future of BTS in the North American market now rests on the delicate balance between you and him.

And none of you would give the other the satisfaction of a win. 

After the intense meeting, you needed a moment to decompress. So you headed to the lounge to join the stylist crew for lunch. 

The atmosphere was more relaxed here, a welcome change from the tension in the conference room. The aroma of delicious foods filled the air as you settled at the table with your colleagues.

As you unwrapped your lunch, the stylist crew delved into a gossip session. 

“Y/N-ssi, Do You know Ha-young? She’s from the makeup team” You nodded. “She just confessed to PD-nim that she caught one-sided feelings with one of the members” the younger stylist said leaning closer to you “Bad girl. She should have known better” 

“My money is on Jimin” one of them said and the others giggled. You couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for the girl who had just lost her job. 

Their director was unforgiving. 

Just like they have told you on your first day here. Having any type of personal relationship with any of the members was the cardinal sin. 

Poor Ha-young, was going to be blacklisted from the industry, a harsh punishment for what was deemed reckless and unprofessional behavior.

Listening to the gossip, you couldn't help but shake your head. 

The idea of jeopardizing your career for a simple crush seemed both reckless and foolish.

As the chatter continued, you found yourself silently reaffirming your commitment to keeping personal and professional boundaries intact. 

That will never be you.

💗💗💗NOVEMBER 2019💗💗💗

“I am really sorry, doll,”

Yoongi murmured, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

“I don’t understand anything that’s happening,” you admitted, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. You patted Hana’s back as she slept peacefully unaware of the deep wound on her mother’s heart.

One that you would have to mend. 

To have the strength to raise a child…

By yourself.

“You know it takes time for him to wrap his head around things. He’ll know better, give him time,” Yoongi offered, his voice reflecting a hint of confusion and frustration with Namjoon's actions.

“I wish I had that luxury, Yoongi. But she’s here. She’s alive, she needs things. I can’t just go and say that I need time. She needs a parent… Both of us.” Yoongi sighed, understanding the gravity of the situation. 

“I considered it, you know? Not Having her” your heart sank confessing this for the first time outloud “But, I guess I was selfish, and I resent myself for it. The selfish side of me wanted to at least have this. But she’s so much more than just us. She’s so special.”

“I can see that,” he replied, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You hate babies, Min,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“This one’s alright. She’s a part of you too. And that makes her special.”

“I’m scared,” you confessed, vulnerability seeping into your words.

“I know, doll,” Yoongi reassured, his tone softening.

“I don’t know if I can be a good mom to her. I can’t do this alone.”

“First of all, you are not alone. Second of all, you are the most capable, hardworking, and kind person I’ve met. It’s going to be fucking hard? Yes, I’ll not sugarcoat it. But you got this.”

“I want to punch him in the face so much.” You felt the first tears start to fall from your eyes. 

“I know, doll. Me too,” Yoongi admitted, the unspoken understanding between you two creating a bond of shared frustration and support.

Yoongi placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his gaze filled with both empathy and frustration. "Look, Y/N, I know Namjoon, and this is so unlike him. We've been through everything together for more than ten years, and he's not the type to turn away from responsibilities. There has to be something else going on."

Your eyes filled up with tears again, a mixture of sadness and anger. "I just don't understand why he sent his mother, with an envelope full of money instead of facing us himself. It feels like he's treating us like a burden."

Yoongi's expression hardened, a rare sight for someone known for his calm demeanor. "He messed up big time, and he needs to face the consequences. You and Hana deserve better."

"I thought he loved me. I thought we meant something to each other," you confessed, your voice cracking.

"He does, Y/N. I can't explain his actions, but I've never seen him act this way. Whatever it is, he needs to sort it out. Meanwhile, you focus on being the amazing mother I know you can be."

Tears spilled down your cheeks, and Yoongi pulled you into a tight embrace. "I'm here for you, Y/N. We all are. BTS isn't just about the stage; we're a family and both of you are a part of it. Families stick together, no matter what."

As you let out a shaky breath, a mixture of gratitude and sadness, you whispered, "Thank you, Yoongi."

"Anytime, doll. You’ve got this," he reassured, his words carrying a promise of solidarity and support. The hotel room, once filled with the weight of uncertainty, now held a glimmer of hope amid the storm of emotions.

You’ve got this. 

You had to. 

💗💗💗MARCH 2017💗💗💗

They just got nominated to an international award.

Everyone else was celebrating their milestone.

But Namjoon just couldn't enjoy it as much as he wanted to.

He was happy.

For the first time in his life he felt like they were finally receiving the praise they deserved for their art and their hard work.

But the weight of their public persona and the fine lines they could never cross as idols in Korea, was growing heavier by day. And the endless possibilities of major exposure scared the fuck out of him.

They were on their six date of the tour when he felt like he was going to die.

The air backstage in Newark was thick with the aftermath of Namjoon's exhaustion-fueled breakdown.

You found him leaning against a wall, a cigarette between his fingers. He couldn’t hide the trembling of his hands.

"That's an awful habit you have right there," you commented, eyeing the smoke.

"I can say the same to you," he retorted, nodding at the Coca-Cola can in your hand. "What can I say, everyone picks their own poison." you smiled at him honestly. For the first time. 

Surprisingly, it led to the first civil conversation between you two.

You leaned against the wall beside him, sipping your cola, the fizz providing a rhythmic contrast to the quiet.

He broke the silence, "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm just a puppet, dancing to whatever tune the media plays."

"It’s okay to feel tired sometimes, you know?" you offered.

"I do, but being their leader and their spokesperson. I can’t afford to be nervous or too tired," Namjoon admitted. "I speak for myself in these interviews. It is a huge weight on my shoulders to speak for everyone. Sometimes they might not agree with what I’m saying."

"Yeah, I reckon Panda Express being your favorite restaurant in America is a pretty controversial opinion," you teased, earning a hearty laugh from him.

"Do you think they are going to ever take us seriously?" he asked with a laugh and a touch of desperation.

"They better do. You guys will own this industry one day."

He shot you a grateful smile, and for a moment, the weight on his shoulders seemed to ease.

"That is a pretty controversial opinion. I am a 'what’s your favorite American food' away from literally losing it," he confessed.

"You know," you began, changing the topic with a playful grin, "I think your controversial opinions are what make you more human to your fans. They love you for being real."

Namjoon chuckled, the tension dissipating. "Maybe I should start a blog—'Kim Namjoon's Unfiltered Thoughts.'"

"You might break the internet with that," you joked, enjoying the rare camaraderie.

As the conversation lightened, you both shared a laugh, finding solace in this unexpected connection. The backstage chaos seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of understanding.

"You'll do fine. You always do," you reassured him.

"Thank you."

As a friendly gesture, you pulled a small disinfectant from your pocket.

"Manager Sejin was looking for you; you better use this before he finds you. You don't want him scolding you for the smell." you said before turning away to head back inside. 

Namjoon chuckled, taking the disinfectant. "Thanks, Y/N. For being here."

"Anytime, Joon," you replied, the use of the nickname a testament to the newfound camaraderie

He smiled, and the scent of the disinfectant mixed with your fragrance, like flowers in the air.

As Namjoon walked away, disappearing into the backstage hustle, he took a moment to collect his thoughts. 

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called out, it was Sejin, the ever-watchful manager, threading through the maze of crew members and equipment.

You approached him, noting the stern expression on his face. "Mr. Sejin, you were looking for Namjoon?"

He nodded, "Yes, he needs to wrap up the interviews and rest. The schedule is tight, and we can't afford any delays."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness toward Namjoon. "He's doing his best, Sejin. But he's human, not a machine."

Namjoon was about to walk to where you were but that coment made him freeze on his feet.

Sejin sighed, his stern expression softening. "I know, Y/N. I just worry about them all. The pressure is immense."

"It is, but moments like these," you gestured to the chaotic backstage, "it is good remind them that they're not alone."

He offered a small smile, appreciating the sentiment. "You're right. Well, let's make sure Namjoon gets some rest."

As you both navigated the backstage maze, you didn’t know he listened to the conversation. And he couldn't shake off the unexpected warmth that had emerged from the brief encounter with you. 

The chaotic world of stardom was vast, but in that moment, a connection had formed—one that hinted at the resilience and humanity behind the larger-than-life personas.

Maybe you weren’t that bad.

💗💗💗AUGUST 2021💗💗💗

You had gone to a therapist when Hana was two. 

The therapist's office had become a sanctuary for you, you needed guidance on the hard task of being a single mother to Hana. 

She was going to ask the inevitable questions about her father one day. And you needed to know what to say. But no amount of therapy could have prepared yourself for this day. 

Hana was smart, too smart for her age. 

And when you came back from a playdate at her friends house. 

She wanted answers to her questions. 

"Why don't I have a daddy?"

You two were back in her room getting ready to sleep and you knew that question was coming.

You took a deep breath as you sat next to her, trying to find the right words. "All families are different, baby. Some have a mommy and a daddy. Some have two mommies or two daddies. Some, like ours, have a mommy and all your uncles and aunts. Isn't that fun?"

"It is fun," she replied, but the dissatisfaction lingered in her eyes. She had more questions, and you knew your initial answer wasn't enough.

And now she discovered kpop. 

And she was obsessed with it. 

You felt like throwing up everytime you saw him on your screen. 

The bitter reminder that she deserved to know the truth. However, you weren't ready to shatter the illusion just yet. Telling anyone that her father was the leader of the biggest music group in history seemed unbelievable.

You knew how crazy you will sound.

Even your therapist had a hard time believing your story the first time you went to her.

But, your daughter was the living image of her father.

And you had shown her your old Big Hit contract for her to finally believe you.

"So I don’t have a dad?" Hana's expectant eyes pleaded for an honest answer.

"You do have one. He is living his dream, making millions of people happy," you stammered, your hands trembling as you combed her hair. Even though Hana was still a child, she sensed the discomfort and wisely chose not to press the topic any further—for today.

Later that night, as if the universe mocked you, he appeared on your TV screen. "I want to be a dad," he confessed to the interviewer, his smile was radiant as always. It felt like a punch to your stomach, the wine glass slipping from your hand and staining the new rug.

Fuck him. 

He was a dad. He just chose not to be one. 

The fandom even had the joke that he had a hidden wife and kids. 

You entertained thoughts of shattering his public image, creating rumors that could strip away the disarming smile he flaunted. But the truth was, you could never inflict that pain on your daughter.

As the wine stain marred your rug, you vowed to shield Hana from the harsh realities as long as you could. But beneath your composed exterior, a storm of emotions raged.

Just for a little longer.

She will soon be old enough to understand.

But you didn't look forward breaking her heart with the news that her father didn't want her in his life.

💗💗💗FEBRUARY 2018💗💗💗

Everyone was tense.

The word disbandment floated heavily on the air. 

After this morning’s team meeting things were pretty rough. 

They were tired. 

They felt like nothing was working in their favor. 

Some of the members wanted a break. 

Some of them wanted to keep going. 

He had to remain unbiased. 

You knew how unfair it was. 

For him and for all of them.

Message from NJ:  meet me upstairs. studio. 

You knew what that meant. 

He wanted to fuck the frustration away. 

And you would be lying if  you said you didn’t want to. 

This was the riskiest thing you've ever done yet. You knew how dangerous it was for you especially. You were breaking your own rule and you were being careless. 

You knew perfectly well what were the consecuences of what you were doing.

But you couldn’t get to care enough to stop you from hurriedly hitting the lock combination of his Studio. 

His tired eyes greeted you. And a second later you were pinned to the wall behind you, hands everywhere and not enough at the same time.

And you wanted to ignore how much it hurt you that you were just this to him.

A relief.

“I missed this” he whispered against your lips. His tounge tasting your lower lips. Wanting to savour everything before devouring it all at once.

You missed it too. 

But you were too stubborn to say it outloud. 

And he was too, trying to pretend that he missed this whatever you had going on.

Instead of just you. 

As always it started like a fight for dominance. His kisses carrying a hunger that transcended mere physical release. The urgency in his touch revealed a deeper need, one he was too stubborn to acknowledge.

Namjoon steps between your thighs and you can feel how much he needed this. His body is warm against yours as he lowers his lips to kiss down the column of your neck.

"You smell so good" you feel the soft breeze of his breath against your skin. And before you could reciprocate his words you felt the sharp pain of his teeth biting the same spot of your skin he just kissed a second ago.

"Namjoon-" a small whisper leaves your lips and a wave of conflicted feelings wash over his body.

He wanted to drown the world around you.

Where only the two of you existed.

And that scared him.

How much he really needed you.

He lifted you, his grip momentarily loosing his balance, and both of you erupted into laughter as you tumbled onto the sofa. "I'm so sorry," he said, his eyes holding a vulnerability that surpassed the laughter. "I'm just... I'm so tired."

His heart was breaking. 

With a gentle smile, you cupped his cheek, your thumb wiping away his tears. "It’s okay, Joonie. Everything is going to be okay."

Your words rendered him defenseless. He was so tired of pretending he didn’t feel safe in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you and you could feel his body trembling with sobs. 

He called you to fuck his frustration out of his system. 

Just like you’ve been doing for a few months now. 

But now on his studio floor he had a realization he wasn’t ready to confess just yet. 

Everything else he had been saying to himself about you was a lie.

How he didn’t care; that you were just a passing crush. That he was too tired and too frustrated and that you both enjoyed each other’s company. That you were only good sex to him.

All of that was a lie.

As he kept crying and hugging you on his studio floor. 

Both of you came to the same conclusion silently. 

This wasn’t just sex; friends-with-benefits secret thing you had going on. 

It was something much more complicated. 

Something that could potentially destroy you.

The two of you stayed in silence on the floor, still wrapped on each other's arms.

That was the moment Namjoon realized.

He called you for sex.

But he just needed you.

💗💗💗MARCH 2022💗💗💗

A Battleground.

That's how the room felt like it had become a battleground of emotions, the air thick with tension as memories and unspoken words lingered between you and Namjoon.

He dragged you into a conference room. It had been a week since you had met again and they were preparing to go back to Korea. 

There was silence.

The air froze between the two of you. Alone for the first time in three years, you imagined this moment so many times. You could almost play out how it was going to go. 

Last time you were alone in a conference room he told you he loved you. Whispered like an oath against your lips.

Just like the one you were in.

Today he stared back at you, all his movements were calculated. As if he was making sure it was real. That the girl who was playing outside in your office was just a dream… 

Or a joke. 

It felt like a joke. 

And you both were the punchline. 

Namjoon's gaze intensified, the atmosphere heavy with unsaid words. Finally, the tension snapped as he demanded, "Is she... mine? That girl, is she my daughter?." His voice, sharp and accusing, cut through the room.

For a small heartbeat of time you considered lying.

But what was the point? He knew. He just chose to ignore it. 

"Yes, Namjoon, she's your daughter," you replied, your voice strained, trying to keep a semblance of control. “Her name is Hana Lee.”

Two heartbeats passed before he spoke again. And you realized This was a Namjoon you did not know. The young man you once knew, was filled with raw emotions and always had something to say. Usually, he spoke way before he thought. 

The man before you was a diplomat. You could see his mind working, calculating all the right words to say next. 

He was deflecting, you knew what he was doing.

You trained him to do that.

He was controlling his real emotions and speaking like at a press conference.

“Lee?” His voice started to fill with an anger that seethed beneath the surface. Like molten lava fighting the cracks of a volcano to rise to the surface. 

You were too civil, faking control and composure. And you both knew it was a matter of seconds before all hell broke loose. 

"You gave another man's last name to my daughter" his eyes darkened in disbelief and you couldn't help but chuckle at his nonsense.

If he was going to be this cruel.

You could play the game just as well.

You both were used to tearing each other into pieces anyway.

"You weren't there to give her yours, so." your voice sounded even more cynical than you intended it to be “She has my husband’s last name.”

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" 

A sour chuckle escaped your lips “Did you expect a wedding invite?”. 

He clenched his jaw furrowing his eyebrows. “I meant… the fact that I have a daughter.”

"I did," you shot back, frustration bubbling over. "Got on a plane for sixteen hours with a baby on my lap. But you didn't want to see me. You sent money and told me to stay away. What was I supposed to do?"

Namjoon's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"You don't know what I’m talking about” You repeated, bitterness lacing your words. “Let me refresh your memory, shall we? Your mother and  Sejin handed me an envelope full of money, told me to disappear." You were shouting now, you realized. You didn’t know when you started to shout.

All the things you have wanted to say for  three years started to flow out of you like a dam that had just broken.

And the water would destroy everything on its way.

Starting with the both of you.

Namjoon's expression twisted in confusion. "I would never do that to you." his tone was accusatory now “I didn’t know. There has to be another reason.”

“And what other reason would I have to raise a child by myself? With no more than two suitcases and sleeping on Hyung-Joon’s couch for a year.” Anger surged within you. "Oh yeah. Because having an unplanned child out of wedlock would have 'destroyed you and Bangtan,' as your manager put it. Since you just didn't have enough balls to say it to my face."

Namjoon's features shifted from confusion to a hint of regret. "I... I didn't know. I would never have done that."

“I don’t understand what game you’re playing right now Kim Namjoon, but I’ll tell you something. It 's over. I will not let you make fun of us anymore” Your throat tightened and the tears started to itch your eyes. “You left me a letter, remember? and the text message after that. “I hope you understand”.” you said, mocking his voice.

He was about to speak but you didn't let him.

"They said you didn't want anything to do with us. And that if I ever came back, they would take Hana away from me. That I was just a minor mistake, an experience you just needed to have'' Tears were falling down your cheeks, you couldn’t pretend anymore. It hurt too much. "Riding the white horse isn't what you call it, right? And that my daughter was just the consequence of my own carelessness. That I should have known better."

“That didn’t… I didn’t” 

“You didn't do what?” You turned your face to see the windows, unable to look at him anymore. "You can't just waltz in here and pretend like you didn’t know," you said, your voice cracking with rage. "You missed everything, Namjoon."

“Y/n” his voice was barely a whisper as you felt his finger touch your wrist. Electricity traveled through your whole body. “I was waiting for you, but you never came.” 

“Bullshit” 

“Why didn't you come back to me?" Namjoon's voice softened, regret coloring his words. 

Your laughter was bitter, filled with the pain of betrayal. "You sent me away, Namjoon. I couldn't just come back after that."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I waited for you at the hotel. I called you so many times that day." he said, desperation lacing his voice. "I waited for hours and you never came. Do you really believe that I wouldn't have taken responsibility for my daughter? That I would send her away? Send you away?"

He was close, too close to you now. 

You could bear his presence from a distance.

But not this close.

This close you couldn't pretend that your heart wasn't reaching out to him.

"I don't know, Namjoon. When you have a child, a life to protect. You would do anything to keep them safe. From anyone and everything. Not that you would know any of that" The words slipped from you before you realized how low of a blow was that. But you couldn't find yourself regretting it.

"Because we both know what you would choose if it came between the group or us." You stopped and smiled at him bitterly "And I understand, Namjoon. I truly do. You were finally living the dream you sacrificed everything for. I don't blame you anymore for it."

"I understand"

And you truly did.

You knew how much he sacrificed.

He fought for his success with teeth and nails.

They all did.

And you knew how unfair it would have been to ask for him to drop everything for you and your daughter.

You understood him.

And that was the worst of it.

"I could never do that to you. I love you, and I always have," he said, desperation lacing his voice.

There were those words again. 

Whispered in the quiet peace of an empty conference room. 

Last time they were the mischief of a shared secret. 

Today they felt like a confession to a crime. 

You were about to respond when you heard a small knock on the door. Your eyes never left Namjoon's, the intensity of the unspoken words lingering between you like a heavy fog.

Namjoon stepped back, breaking the physical connection between you. He cleared his throat, the diplomat persona returning, but the vulnerability in his eyes betrayed the turmoil within. "We're not done," he said, a mixture of command and plea in his voice.

As the door creaked open, your eyes darted to see a petite figure standing there, a shadow in the doorway. Hana's eyes mirrored yours, wide and uncertain as she looked between the two adults. The air thickened with tension, the past colliding with the present in a collision of conflicting emotions.

"Mommy, who is he?" 

Hana's innocent voice cut through the charged atmosphere. Her gaze shifted from you to Namjoon, her curiosity evident. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.

Namjoon's eyes softened as he looked at Hana, and for a moment, the hardened exterior cracked. "I'm... a friend of your mommy's," he said, his words carefully chosen.

"A friend?" Hana repeated in Korean, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She might be young, but she wasn't oblivious to the undercurrents in the room.

She was smart. Even for her age, she was quick to understand the things that were in front of her.

Just like him.

You knelt down beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Yes, sweetheart, just a friend," you assured her, shooting a pointed glance at Namjoon. 

The distance between you felt like an unbridgeable abyss.

Namjoon, sensing the tension, attempted a reassuring smile, but it looked strained. "I heard you like drawing. Do you draw a lot?" he asked, trying to engage Hana in a conversation that felt more awkward than casual.

Hana nodded, her gaze never leaving Namjoon. "I like drawing flowers," she replied, the tension in the room momentarily diffusing as she shared a piece of her world.

Namjoon crouched down to her eye level, a genuine smile softening his features. 

"Flowers are beautiful. Maybe you can show me your drawings sometime?" he suggested.

Hana's eyes flickered between you and Namjoon, processing the complex dynamics in the room. "Okay, but only if Mommy says it's okay," she declared, a hint of protectiveness in her voice.

Namjoon glanced at you, seeking approval. You nodded slightly, acknowledging the silent agreement. Hana's presence had inadvertently shifted the focus, giving you a momentary reprieve from the emotional confrontation.

As Namjoon and Hana engaged in a tentative conversation about art and colors, you retreated to the periphery, watching the scene unfold.

The wounds of the past were still raw, the emotions tangled, but for Hana's sake, you found a fragile truce with the man who once held your heart.

The journey from enemies to reluctant allies had just begun, and the path ahead was uncertain, shrouded in the complexities of a shared history that demanded resolution.

"Y/N, we need to talk" Hyung-Joon reappeared at the door, his voice filled with urgency and you nodded.

You knew this shouting match with Namjoon would bring consequences.

And you felt for a second that you just stepped into the past.

💗💗💗💗💗💗

Well hello!

First of all, THANK YOU. I am so happy to see all the love this story is getting and it means the world to me. Every comment, like and repost I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

And now, some notes for context:

This story is inspired on real events and people. But it is not a real representation or is trying to say that any of this happened IRL. With that beign said I'll take some creative licenses and adapt things that happened to the plot of the story.

2. I fucked up.... math is not my thing guys. Hana is three years old not four. Im sorry.

3. We all want a supportive friend like Yoongi in our lives.

4. The story is written in time skips, but the main storyline is March 2022 'The present' And some dates WILL be changed for the story to make sense.

I'm really exited for you guys to see what's next!!

Love,

Ria. 💗💗💗💗💗💗 TAG LIST: @felicityroth @cuteipat @jjinjo @mochimommy2002 @amarawayne @canarystwin Ps. If you want to be on the tag list drop a comment below!! 👩🏼‍💻✨

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Summary: Your period is out for vengeance this month, and while Namjoon is fretting about it, Yoongi gives him a great idea to help with those nasty period cramps

Word Count: 6K

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader (Yoongi is a side character)

Rating: 18+ MDNI!

Tags: porn with slight plot, Namjoon is the softest, sweetest and I adore him okay, Boyfriend Namjoon, fluff, smut, period sex though no period blood is mentioned, fingering, massaging, shower sex, jerking off, penitrative sex, dirty talk from Namjoon, lots of kissing and love.

Author's Note: Going to be honest, this fic is purely self-indulgent as this period I just had was ROUGH! Sighhhhhh if only I had a Namjoon to help me out ;)

Thank you so much for reading! Reblogs are appreciated because that's how my stories get shared!

Twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes was all you needed as you placed your purse on the bedroom floor and sighed in frustration.

Your period had come two days early, and usually it was light and manageable, but this period was out for vengeance, and you felt bloated, crampy, and downright sick.

You shrugged off your work clothes and wore one of your boyfriend’s T-shirts instead. Pulling a corner of the covers back, you crawled into bed.

Being in bed so early felt weird, but you just needed a twenty-minute nap to feel better. That’s all.

You grabbed the Koya plush that was nearby and hugged it to your chest, curling yourself into a ball as you did so and rubbing your cheek against the soft material.

Namjoon came home and was surprised to see you weren’t in the kitchen.

Twenty minutes. That was all you needed.

---

Now, don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t a “women belong in the kitchen” sort of guy, but most nights when he came home from work, that’s where he would find you.

You would be wearing the silly apron you found at the farmers market and be singing under your breath as you prepped delicious food for both of you to enjoy.

Namjoon would smile and watch you for a bit, his heart overflowing with admiration as you moved through the kitchen easily, humming to yourself songs that you had heard on the radio, or sometimes you’d hum the songs he recorded, which would make him beam.

He would walk up to you and wrap his arms around your frame, making you sigh into his embrace as he would lean down and press a soft kiss to your cheek.

You always pouted when he did this, and instead, you would turn yourself around in his arms and push up onto your tiptoes to make sure he kissed you right.

He loved those moments with you most of all.

But now Namjoon came home to a quiet house, which put him on high alert.

He placed his backpack down by the front door and called your name, frowning when he didn’t hear an answer.

He made his way upstairs, and his eyebrows rose when he saw the bedroom door was closed.

He cracked the bedroom door open, and his stomach dropped when he saw you curled up in a ball and clutching his Koya plush for dear life. You were clearly trying to sleep and failing, as he saw your eyebrows continue to furrow and you kept curling yourself into a tighter ball.

Were you sick?

Were you hurt?

Namjoon carefully walked to the side of the bed and sat on his knees as he rubbed a comforting hand down your arm, making your eyes flutter open and a sleepy smile appear on your face.

“You okay, babe?” He asks, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Shit, it’s been longer than twenty minutes, hasn’t it?” You ask as you try to sit up, but Namjoon doesn’t miss the way you wince in pain as you get your body upright.

“What’s going on? You never nap after work? Are you okay?” He asks softly as he brushes your hair back from your face and cups your cheek, causing you to lean into him and the Koya plush to fall to the floor.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I meant to only nap for twenty minutes, but I didn’t get much sleep. My period came today and it’s kicking my ass.” You admit as Namjoon shoots you a sad look.

He never likes to see you in pain.

“How about this? It’s Friday night. We can order food and eat here in bed. I’ll get your medication and some tea, and we can just chill tonight.” He offers as you smile up at him.

“Sounds like the perfect plan. I seriously don’t know why it’s so heavy this month, but I feel crampy and bloated and just…gross.” You say as Namjoon presses a kiss to both of your cheeks as he rubs soothing circles on your bare knees.

“I’ll take care of you. Try to take another nap while I get everything set up, okay?” He mutters as you nod and curl yourself back under the covers.

Namjoon grabs Koya and safely secures the plushie under your arm before leaving the room to order your favourite dinner.

“Namjoon, will you please pay attention? You’re staring at your phone again.” Yoongi grumbles as Namjoon feels his cheeks heat up and he pockets his phone for the third time this morning.

Every day you take care of him by keeping the house clean and cooking; now he was going to return the favour, and when he saw the takeout place offered ice cream as a dessert, he knew that would be perfect.

---

“Sorry.” He mutters under his breath as he leans forward and tries to concentrate on helping Yoongi with this song, but his mind is miles away to where you are at home, curled up in bed, and still suffering.

Last night was great; he ordered your favourite food, and you both spent the night cuddling and getting caught up on a TV show you had fallen behind on.

However, Namjoon could feel you tossing and turning all night.

This period was truly kicking your ass and Namjoon was starting to worry.

He had been with you long enough to know that your period was never this bad. You would complain about mild bloating, but it never kept you in bed for almost an entire day.

Even though Namjoon wanted to stay home with you and somehow make it better, you insisted he go to the studio today and work on the song with Yoongi, stating that there was nothing he could do anyway, and you would just have to ride it out.

Namjoon didn’t like that answer very much, but he nodded and went to the studio anyway.

“Okay, Namjoon, what is going on? Seriously?” Yoongi grumbled as he shoved off his headphones and placed them on the desk in front of him.

Namjoon didn’t have his phone out this time, but he knew he had been staring off into space, not listening to a word Yoongi had been saying.

“Sorry. I just... What were you saying?” Namjoon asked as Yoongi let out a frustrated sigh and raked his hands through his dark hair.

“Listen, you have been out of it since you walked in here. I’m only going to ask once. Is everything okay?” He says, pushing his chair back so he was now facing Namjoon.

“Yeah, sorry. Just a lot on my mind right now. Sorry, Yoongi. I will try and pay attention more.” He apologizes as Yoongi shrugs and shoves his headphones back on his ears and begins to click buttons and mess around.

Namjoon tries to concentrate.

He really does.

But when you finally get back to him after an hour, saying that you still aren’t feeling well, he wonders if he should leave and take you to a doctor because you told him your flow is extra heavy and you feel worse than yesterday.

Namjoon doesn’t know much about periods in general, but this seems like a situation where you should take someone to a doctor.

Right?

What if you lose so much blood you faint at home, and he’s not there because he’s in the studio with Yoongi?

Oh god.

What if you have to call an ambulance to take yourself to an emergency room?

What if you are in so much pain that you can’t get up to feed yourself and you starve?

“Namjoon! I can see it on your face you’re spiralling! What the hell is going on?” Yoongi says, grabbing Namjoon’s arms to steady him as Namjoon is frozen in fear, with his thoughts racing.

“I. I think I need to go. She. She got her period, and it’s really heavy. And I don’t know how to fix it, but I might have to take her to the doctor, Yoongi.” Namjoon frets as Yoongi keeps him in his chair and tries to calm him down.

“Namjoon. Breathe. First breath. This is not the first period she has had since you have been with her. Slow down. Tell me what’s going on.” He asks calmly as Namjoon struggles to take deep breaths.

“She got her period yesterday, and the symptoms are worse than normal. Bloating, cramping, she didn’t sleep much last night, and she said it’s heavier than normal. Oh god. What if I did this?!”

Yoongi stares at Namjoon in disbelief.

“I mean that one time we had sex, I was a little rough with her. Oh god. What if I made it worse?” Namjoon exclaimed, tugging at his hair in frustration as Yoongi tried to calm him down.

“Namjoon, breathe. Seriously, take deep breaths before we have to call you a doctor.”

Namjoon does as Yoongi says, and he feels slightly better.

But only slightly.

“Did she ask you to call a doctor?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow as Namjoon shakes his head.

“If she isn’t demanding you call a doctor, then I’m sure she will be okay. Now drink this.” Yoongi says as he throws a water bottle to Namjoon, who hurriedly drinks it.

“Joon, slow down, you could choke!”

“Sorry. I’m just worried about her. I know she can take care of herself and has probably been through this before, but nothing I’m doing is helping. I tried giving her pain medication, rubbing her back and stomach, and giving her tea that is supposed to help with cramps. I hate seeing her like this. What if something is wrong?” He protested.

“Ah, so you haven’t tried making her cum yet?” Yoongi asks as Namjoon nearly knocks over the water that was sitting precariously on the edge of the table.

“Namjoon!” Yoongi cries as he grabs the bottle in time so it doesn’t spill all over the expensive equipment, and Namjoon smiles sheepishly.

“Sorry, hyung.”

Yoongi shoves the cap onto the bottle and places it out of Namjoon’s reach before turning to face him again.

“Does that…help?” He asks in a small voice as he runs his sweaty hands down his thighs and stares at Yoongi.

“I mean, it always worked for me when my girl is cramping and feeling like shit,” Yoongi admits with a sly grin.

“What about…the mess?” Namjoon asks innocently as Yoongi smiles softly and pats Namjoon’s thigh as an older brother would.

“Bought a cheap towel to put down. If you are really worried about it, do it in the shower. Honestly, I can’t believe you haven’t tried it. Period sex is a whole other level of hot.” He explains, grinning devilishly at Namjoon, who suddenly feels flustered.

“How so?” He asks

“Most girls are extra sensitive during their periods. One girl I was with came from me just touching her nipples. It was a wild night.” He admits with a fond look on his face that has Namjoon shifting in his seat.

Because…yeah. That sounds like a good time.

And if it could help you. He didn’t see why not.

“So a cheap towel?” Namjoon asks as Yoongi chuckles under his breath.

This period is a monster.

“A cheap towel and make sure blood doesn’t make you squeamish. You’ll be fine, Joon.” Yoongi says as he grabs for his headphones again, and Namjoon follows suit, feeling a lot better and a lot hornier.

---

It is the devil, and you don’t know what you did to deserve such pain.

You were curled up in a ball on the bed, trying your best to massage out the cramps that were taking over your lower stomach.

Namjoon had left for the studio hours ago, and you regretted sending him away. His hands were like magic and helped with the camping last night.

However, today the pain was worse, and no amount of medication was even touching it, so you decided curling up in a ball and accepting your fate was what was to be done.

Weak sunlight was streaming through the blinds, and you groaned as you rolled over and curled into a tighter ball.

Maybe sleep would help?

It had to help…right?

You awoke to a featherlight kiss being placed on your forehead.

You cuddled Koya tighter to your chest and fluttered your eyes closed, desperate to get even a couple of hours of sleep.

---

The sun was still streaming through the blinds, and you fluttered your eyes open to see Namjoon kneeling on the bed next to you, wearing only sweatpants and nothing else.

You nearly groaned at the view of his broad chest and dimpled smile.

“What a view to wake up to.” You croaked as you rubbed your eyes and attempted to sit up, groaning when you felt a stab of pain in your stomach.

So the period monster was still causing you pain and agony.

Lovely.

“I have a surprise for you that hopefully will make you feel better. Come on.” He coaxed as he softly grabbed your hands, and you followed him out of bed to the connected bathroom, where a hot shower was running.

You saw all of your expensive products set up on the vanity, and you turned to look at Namjoon, who was grinning beside you.

He took out your expensive shampoo and conditioner, your face mask that you love and the body scrub that you always use before you go out on a date with him.

“What’s all this?” You ask softly over the sound of the shower.

“We’re going to pamper you tonight. Best products for my best girl. All you have to do is stand in the shower. I’ll do everything.” He says.

“The face mask needs time to set.” You explain.

Namjoon smiles.

“I was thinking you could strip down. We will put the face mask on and I will massage you while it sets.”

Your heart glows.

God, he is such a good man.

You nod, and Namjoon full-on grins as you slowly take off his shirt to reveal your naked upper body. The only scrap of clothing is your black period panties that make you blush in embarrassment, but Namjoon doesn’t seem to mind as he eyes your body hungrily, then opens the drawer to grab you a hair tie.

You put your hair in a messy bun as Namjoon grabs your old foundation brush that you now use to put your mud masks on, and he gets to work carefully painting your face.

His eyes narrow in concentration, and you can’t help but take in how beautiful he is. His sharp dragon eyes, his cute nose, and those full lips you can’t get enough of kissing.

You feel so lucky to have someone like him in your life, and when he finishes with a satisfied smile, you can’t help but press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“C’mere, baby.” He says softly as he spins you so you are facing the mirror, and his delicate fingers begin to work, massaging any knots away.

He starts with your shoulders, and you nearly groan as he rubs your bare flesh and places the softest, sweetest kisses on your neck.

His fingers are magic, and when they slide down your back and around your middle, you can’t help but push back into him and groan when he massages right over a cramp.

He works your body like he plays the piano, and you tilt your head back to rest on his broad chest as he works you, making you feel more relaxed than you have been all day and making your eyes flutter closed.

“Can’t sleep yet, precious. We have to shower first.” He reminds you with a teasing tilt to his voice as you stare up at him, and he grins affectionately down at you.

“I think the timer is up on my mask.” You say as your eyes flit down to his lips.

“Want me to go in first to give you some privacy?” He asks, nodding towards the shower.

Namjoon presses a soft kiss to your neck before sliding off his sweatpants, and you can’t help but ogle his toned and tanned body. The way his chest is so broad, the way his stomach is lean and the patch of hair that leads down to his semi-hard cock.

“What a view.” You tease as he chuckles and playfully smacks your ass before turning around to grab the products from the vanity before getting into the steam of the shower.

You get everything in order and step into the shower shortly after him; his hair is already wet and dripping, and you try to focus on anything else but the water droplets that are cascading down his stomach.

You take over getting soaked under the spray as Namjoon lathers his hands with your shampoo.

You turn so the spray is hitting your front as you tilt your head back, and Namjoon works the shampoo into your wet hair.

The way his fingers are moving on your scalp is making you shiver under the spray of the water. You can’t help but arch into his touch as he works you carefully and almost thoughtfully, as he doesn’t want to tangle your hair too much.

You rinse the shampoo out and also rinse the face mask off as Namjoon gets to work applying conditioner to his hands.

Your eyes dart down to see his cock is now fully hard and you snicker.

He ignores the hardness between his legs as he conditions the ends of your hair and grabs for your bright yellow clip you use to keep your hair back as the conditioner sets in.

“Mind if I wash my hair quick?” He asks as you switch places, and Namjoon washes his hair quickly.

Maybe it’s your period, or maybe it’s the fact that you have a Greek god of a man in front of you, but you can’t help but stare at him as he lathers his hair.

His biceps bulge as he works the shampoo into his hair; water droplets are falling from his neck down to his chest and rolling off his body like waves.

His cock is hard and pointing up towards his toned belly and you feel your stomach swoop when his cock twitches.

Namjoon rinses his hair and grabs a generous amount of your body scrub. He asks you politely if he could massage your skin and who are you to deny him? So you simply nod and try to keep your horny thoughts to yourself as his big hands begin to work the scrub along your back.

He applies pressure where it is needed and you feel so small and safe as he works you down to your ass.

He playfully massages your ass and the back of your legs and you nearly whine when his hands leave your body to grab more product.

This massage is making you needy, but you aren’t sure how to broach the subject of period sex.

What if he hates the idea?

What if he finds it gross?

Your thoughts are interpreted by strong hands massaging your midsection, and you moan when he rubs over an especially crampy spot.

Namjoon takes his time with you, running his hands softly and carefully down your body like he wants to savour this as much as you do. When his hands make their way up your body and to your breasts, you let out a loud whine and push your hips back into his flushed cock.

“Joonie, you’re so hard.” You breathe as he chuckles darkly in your ear, which makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Ignore it. This is about you. Not me.” He instructs as his slender fingers continue to work at the softness of your breast, massaging the skin in a way that makes your pussy throb.

You arch back against him again, and Namjoon hisses in your ear, but he continues to work you.

When his fingers find the pebble of your nipple, you cry out his name and begin to grind your ass into his cock, not caring how desperate it makes you look, as his hands just feel so good against your skin.

“Sensitive?” He teases as his breath fawns over your shoulder and tickles your heated skin.

“Please. Feels so good.” You cry out as you throw your head back onto his chest as he continues to lightly play with your nipples. Massaging them with the pads of his fingers and taking his time with you.

You feel slightly foggy as arousal swirls in your body and you can’t help but press your wet ass cheeks into his cock as he continues to flick and play with your nipples.

“Holy fuck, Joon.” You whine when he pinches your left nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure down your body.

“So sensitive.” He purrs as he presses hot, wet kisses to the side of your neck and when you reach around to grab his cock, Namjoon removes a hand from your nipple to playfully swat your hand away.

“Want to make you feel good too.” You complain as he chuckles against your skin.

He spins you around and, in a second, has you pinned to the shower wall with one hand on your shoulder as the other hand rests on the wall behind you.

He smirks at you before pressing hot kisses to your collarbones as he grinds his cock into your thigh. Your head is swimming, and you feel the thrum of desire under your skin as Namjoon’s lips trail down until they latch onto one of your nipples.

You instinctively grab for his wet hair as he sucks and licks at the bud, making you cry out his name over the harsh spray of the shower.

It feels good.

It feels so fucking good you can’t help but grind your thigh into his erection, which has Namjoon humming happily against your skin.

“Joon. Fuck. Sensitive.” You warn as he latches onto your other nipple and swirls his tongue around the bud, making you cry out his name.

Namjoon is skilled with his mouth and after a couple of minutes of licking and sucking, you find yourself dangerously close to the edge.

“Gonna—gonna make me cum.” You warn as he pulls away and stares at you with a playful grin.

“That’s the point, baby. I heard somewhere that orgasms can help with period cramps. Wanted to test it out.” He explains as he slowly stands to full height and moves you to face the spray again.

He wraps his arms around you from behind and begins to softly massage your stomach again, making you sigh in contentment.

“You’re…okay with period sex?” You ask, feeling suddenly self-conscious about your time of the month.

“That’s why I brought you in the shower first. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to sink my cock into you but I figured you might feel more comfortable if we did it in the shower first. I did go out and buy a towel if you want to do it on the bed. Ladies’ choice, though. I just want to make you feel good.” He says, once again pressing kisses to the junction of your neck and shoulder.

Your heart swells, and you don’t have the words to tell him how much you love him in the moment, so instead you spin around and kiss him with everything you have.

Namjoon smiles against your lips as you kiss him and you can feel the way his cock twitches against your stomach when you slip your tongue into his mouth.

He tastes like heaven, and you whine when your nipples rub against his wet skin.

He chuckles and pulls away before staring at you with a serious look.

“Can I get my fingers between your legs and make my pretty girl cum?”

You nod, and Namjoon grins as he spins you around so you are facing the spray and his hand snakes around your body to settle on your stomach.

You suck in a breath when his hand dips low and you help him by parting your legs, giving him better access.

The second his middle finger comes in contact with your clit you are throwing your head back and moaning his name as he chuckles against you.

Namjoon works you in slow and precise circles, making pleasure shoot up your body as you arch your backside into him, loving the way his hard cock sits between your ass cheeks.

“You love to be a tease, don’t you, baby?” Nearly riding my fingers and my cock. Naughty girl.” He hissed as he plunged a finger into your heat, and you cried out his name when he began to thrust it in and out.

You are tighter than you thought you would be, but Namjoon takes his time with you until you are comfortable enough for him to add another finger.

“So tight and wet. Fuck, baby, your pussy feels like heaven.” He praises as you close your eyes and nearly lose your balance at a particular deep thrust of his fingers that has you seeing stars.

Your walls flutter around his fingers and he uses his thumb to tease at your sensitive clit. The spray of the water is directly on your nipples, and with every thrust of his fingers, he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head when Namjoon curls his fingers to hit your g-spot and when you reach around to stroke his cock, he swears loudly.

You both are panting and trying to bring each other to the edge as quickly as possible. Your heart is hammering in your chest and your toes curl against the shower floor and when Namjoon curls his fingers just right, you lose it and let go of his cock to grab for the shower wall as you cum hard.

Euphoria washes over you in waves as Namjoon works you through your high. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear as you ride it out, grinding down on his fingers and crying out his name as you do so.

Once you come down, Namjoon pulls his fingers out and uses your orgasm to get himself off.

You watch with eyes wide as he wraps his hand around his aching shaft and with a couple pumps, he is coming all over his stomach and some even shoots to his chest as he throws his head back and moans out your name.

“Fuck, Joon that was so sexy. Holy fuck, I’m so horny for you.” You admit as he cracks his eyes open and smiles at you.

“That was so sexy holy shit. You felt so tight on my fingers. I’ve never felt you cum so hard.” He says as he washes his hands under the spray, and you take your clip out to rinse out the conditioner, as the body scrub already was rinsed when Namjoon had his fingers inside of you.

“Think of how tight I will be when you get your cock in me.” You tease as you let the hot water rinse your hair, and Namjoon stands there, eyes wide in shock.

“Are you going to let me? Wait. Really?” He stammers as you giggle.

“I’m okay with it if you are.” You admit

Namjoon nods with his eyes blown wide and you run a finger down his rapidly hardening cock.

“How about you get everything set up while I dry off?” You ask, which makes Namjoon nearly leap out of the shower in eagerness, and you giggle when he slides on the floor due to his wet feet.

“You have to dry off, too! I’m not sleeping on damp sheets because of you.” You warn him as he quickly towel dries and nearly runs to the bedroom.

You snicker when you see his hard cock bob between his legs.

You take your time in the shower before turning it off and towel drying yourself. You are nervous about period sex, but Namjoon’s excitement pushes the nerves from your mind, and soon enough, you find yourself spread out on the towel.

Namjoon crawls up the bed towards you, and your breath hitches when his eyes narrow in on your legs, which are closed tight.

“Gotta open them so I can fuck you.” He reminds you as he presses a kiss to your knee.

“I know I’m just—”

“Nervous?” He supplements, and you nod.

“We can take it slow. Go at your speed. Anytime you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, we stop.” He says as he takes your hand and laces his fingers with yours.

“Want to fuck those cramps away. Want my pretty girl to feel better.”

You slowly feel yourself warming up to the idea.

You slowly part your legs, but keep your eyes shut as you can feel Namjoon staring.

Silence fills the room as the seconds tick on, and you feel embarrassment creep up as you cover your eyes with your hands.

“Is it bad? Please say something.” You plead.

You jump when you feel Namjoon’s thumb parting your lips and toying softly with your clit.

“You’re beautiful, baby. I swear your pussy looks amazing. Puffy, wet, and well opened up by my fingers. God my cock is throbbing just looking at you.” He whimpered as you opened your eyes to see one of his fingers toying with your clit while his other hand grabbed at the base of his cock.

“Please fuck me Joon.” You begged as he grinned and removed his hand to reach the bedside table to grab a condom.

Once the condom was rolled on and lube was applied, he kneeled between your legs, and you spared a quick glance down to make sure you were in the middle of the towel.

“If it’s too much, let me know, okay?” He asks, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you nod, holding your breath in anticipation.

He grabs the base of his thick cock and guides it to your entrance. You suck in a harsh breath when the head of his cock presses against your opening.

“Breathe.” He reminds you as he slips the head of his cock in and you arch up into him and cry out his name at the sheer stretch.

“Fuck baby, you are so tight and this is only my cockhead.” He grunts as he slowly slides more of his length inside.

You grip the sheets for dear life as his length finally enters you fully and when his eyes flit up to yours, you can see how fucked out he looks.

“Fuck Joon you are so big. Holy shit.” You grunt as you feel the stretch between your legs.

“God you are so fucking wet, baby.” He comments as you feel him twitch deep inside of you.

“Namjoon?” You ask as he grits his teeth and closes his eyes.

“Give me a second?” He asks as you see him take slow, deep breaths, and you fight the urge to laugh.

“Don’t tell me you are about to blow your load. You have only been inside me for like twenty seconds.” You smirked as Namjoon’s eyes opened, locking with yours.

“Your pussy is clamping down on my cock and because of your period, you are very wet and very warm. Cut me some slack here.” He whines as you giggle and rake a hand through his hair soothingly.

Namjoon takes several slow, deep breaths, which not only staves off his orgasm but also helps you adjust to his size, and by the time his eyes open again, you are ready for him to move.

“Okay?” You ask teasingly as Namjoon thrusts inside of you, making you cry out his name and grind down on his cock.

“I’m okay. You?” He says with a teasing grin as you lightly pull on his hair, and Namjoon takes that as the signal to move.

He begins to shift his hips and thrust his cock in and out of you at a slow and steady pace. Everything feels hypersensitive, so you find yourself moaning his name and grinding down to meet his thrusts.

Namjoon’s eyes gleam dangerously as he begins to pick up the pace and fucks you so hard your head nearly goes through the headboard. The way he is fucking you is downright animalistic, and you grip onto his broad back for support as he continues to drill his cock into you with force.

“Fuck. You feel so good. So warm. So wet. God I can never get enough of this pussy baby.” He growls as he grabs your legs to curl your knees up to your chest.

You cry out and grip the sheets as he drills his cock into you deeper.

He hits your G-spot with every thrust of his hips, and you can feel your orgasm creeping up on you as you take your breasts in your hands and begin to play with your nipples, making Namjoon’s eyes snap to your movements.

“Mmm, my baby looks so good playing with her tits. I thought about doing this to you when I was in the studio and my cock wouldn’t fucking go down. You are so sexy, so beautiful; you make me so fucking horny sometimes I can’t even think straight. Do you see the effect you have on me?” He asks as he gives you a particularly hard thrust, and you can almost feel him in your stomach as you begin to shake under him.

The way he pounds into you makes the bed shake and smack up against the wall. You wonder if tomorrow there will be holes in the wall with how hard Namjoon is thrusting his hips.

You continue to pinch at your nipples as Namjoon changes the angle and drills his cock deeper inside.

Your orgasm is coiling deep inside and you can’t help but bring your hand down to your clit to get you there as Namjoon’s hungry eyes take in your fucked-out form under his body.

“Fuck you are clenching my cock so tight. Gonna cum baby? Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?” He asks harshly as you nod and continue to circle your clit in small, tight circles.

Your body felt like it was on fire and the only sounds that could be heard were the grunts from Namjoon, the bed hitting the wall and the wet, obscene sounds from Namjoon’s large cock drilling into you.

“Fuck Joon.” You whined as you met his thrusts with sloppy thrusts of your own. Your high was fast approaching, and you wanted to be thrown off that edge.

“C-close.” You warn as Namjoon grins devilishly and moves his hips harshly into you. He grinds his cockhead into your body with precision, which makes your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“Cum for me baby. Cream my cock.” He demands, and you lose it and fly off the edge.

Your orgasm washes over you harshly and you grip the sheets for dear life as your walls spasm around Namjoon’s cock.

He groans out your name and buries his face in your neck as his cock twitches deeply inside of you as Namjoon loses it with a grunt of your name as he cums deep inside your pussy.

You stroke his hair as you both ride out your highs, and when you both finally come down, Namjoon gingerly pulls out of you and lies next to you, chest heaving with how hard he is breathing.

“That was incredible, holy shit.” You breathe as you snuggle your head into his chest, and Namjoon wraps his arms around you.

“We have to do that more often.” He says, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I hope I made you feel better. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” He says after a lapse of silence, as you stare at his handsome face.

“Joon, it was just my period. I wasn’t dying.” You tease as Namjoon pinches your arm softly.

“I think the words you are looking for are, ‘Thank you, my amazing boyfriend for fucking my cramps away.” He teases back, swooping down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Yes, Joonie. Thank you, I love you, you know.” You say softly as you grab his hand and head to the shower once more.

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💜: Don’t cut your hair anymore.

🐨: it’s okay, there’s not more hair to cut actually.

NAMJOOON STOPPP PLEASEEEEEE

[pikajooni]

new tlg chapter.. I feel like I’m in a dream 🥲

+ JOON IS BACK HOMEEEE 😭😭😭😭

The Long Game X

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: sugar daddy au, yandere, established relationship

summary: he’s ruthless in boardrooms, possessive in bed, and warmest where it matters most, home. you meet his parents, his sister, and the boy he used to be. you shop, you laugh, you fall in deeper. and later, when the quiet settles and your silk robe slips, he shows you exactly what devotion looks like when it can’t be restrained. just make sure to stretch before visiting the gym 😏

warnings: family fluff with one very sweet eomma 👩🏻✨ who adopts you instantly, high levels of kim sibling charm, excessive mention of dimples (sue me!), housewife core ‘shopping with your in-laws’ vibes, smut, sweaty namjoon, mirror foreplay, sex in the gym, face riding/gym bench oral!f receiving that could induce religious awakenings 😜

word count: 5,465

a word from our sponsors 💁🏽‍♀️: so i was gonna post this last night along with part 9, but then i realized it had no smut & was just too short. so when i woke up this morning the first thing i did was get started on adding some smut. but of course, i got carried away (it’s a namjoon story, hello!) and it just basically became a whole other chapter in a chapter. hence why this chapter is now so long. but i don’t think y’all will mind 😉

You’re nervous.

Not in the ‘is my hair okay, do I look presentable’ kind of way. You know you look beautiful. Namjoon made sure of that, stepping in where your nerves held you hostage. He handpicked your dress, laid out your accessories, and kissed every last trace of doubt from your lips before you left the penthouse.

But still.

There’s a different kind of flutter in your chest as you stand in front of the modest home tucked in one of Seoul’s quieter neighborhoods. The home where Namjoon grew up.

You’ve seen him poised in boardrooms, ruthless in meetings, blood warm and possessive in bed. You’ve seen him laugh. You’ve seen him kill with a whisper. You’ve even seen him sloppy drunk.

But this is different.

This is family.

And before you can knock, the door swings open and every expectation you had flies out the window.

“Oh my goodness,” a woman breathes, eyes wide, hands flying to her chest. “You’re even more beautiful than the pictures he sent.”

She says it like it’s an objective fact. Like the sun is warm or the sky is blue.

You barely have time to smile before she pulls you into her arms. Soft and sturdy, warm like the smell of vanilla and fresh linens.

“You must be freezing,” she clucks. “Come inside, sweetheart. I’m Joonie’s mother. But you can call me Eomma.”

You’re ushered into a hallway lined with photographs. Baby pictures of Namjoon with his chubby cheeks and crooked teeth, middle school awards, family vacations frozen in time.

It’s so normal.

“I told you she’d fall for you in five seconds,” Namjoon murmurs in your ear, his hand warm on your lower back.

“She hugged Eomma back without flinching,” a new voice announces. “That’s enough for me.”

You turn and blink at the girl bounding into the hallway. Lithe, bright eyed, her hair bouncing as she moves. She looks like a younger, more mischievous version of Namjoon. Same dimpled grin and sparkle behind her eyes.

“I’m Yuna. Namjoon’s favorite sister.”

“His only sister,” Namjoon calls dryly from the foyer.

“Still counts.”

She beams at you, grabbing your hands before you can so much as offer them. “Hi. You’re gorgeous. I’m calling you Unnie, hope that’s alright.”

You laugh, dazed by the whirlwind but already smitten.

“Hello, Yuna. It’s nice to meet you”

She hugs you, tightly. Like you’ve always been here.

“Ah, the queen herself!” a voice calls from deeper in the house. “You brought her! Joon, you didn’t lie for once!”

A man appears from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel. He’s older but still fit, his glasses slipping down his nose and his smile nearly identical to Namjoon’s.

“I’m the source of the dimples,” he says proudly. “But you can call me Appa.”

Namjoon groans softly behind you. “Appa, please.”

“Don’t mind him. He’s still mad I beat him at Go last holiday.”

“You cheated,” Namjoon mutters.

The rest of the afternoon unfolds like something out of a memory you didn’t realize you were missing.

Their home is cozy and full of laughter, smells, sunlight, and stories. The dining room table is already set when you walk in, and you feel the emotion swell in your throat at the sheer effort they’ve made.

Plates of crispy jeon, steaming bowls of rice, bubbling kimchi jjigae, banchan in delicate ceramic dishes.

Namjoon pulls your chair out, sits beside you, and doesn’t let you go for the rest of the meal. His arm stays slung around the back of your chair. His thigh touches yours. His fingers trace slow, idle circles against your spine whenever you lean in to talk.

It should be distracting. But instead, it anchors you.

“You should’ve seen him when he was fifteen,” Eomma says, her eyes fond. “Wrote love poems on the back of his pre calc homework and hid them under his mattress. I used to sneak in and read them when I missed him during the day.”

Namjoon drops his face into his hand. “Eomma…”

“I still have them,” she adds with a wink.

Yuna lets out a cackle. “Burn them.”

“No way,” Appa says. “I’m gonna get them framed.”

Namjoon groans and leans into you, his face buried in your shoulder. You stroke his hair gently and feel him smile against your skin.

Yuna doesn’t stop talking the entire meal, asking you everything from your favorite drama to what Namjoon is like at home.

You hesitate.

Namjoon lifts a brow.

You grin. “He’s… sweet.”

“That’s it?” Yuna asks, scandalized. “Come on, give me something.”

“Okay,” you laugh. “He gets grumpy when I steal the covers. He eats cereal at midnight, and he talks to the plants.”

“I knew it,” Eomma says.

After brunch, Appa offers you a second serving of pancakes. “These are my specialty” he beams, and Eomma immediately begins making plans for a holiday shopping trip with you and Yuna.

“Oh, we always go too late in the season,” she says. “Lines are terrible. This year, we’ll go early. Just us girls. You’ll come, right?��

“I—” You blink. “I’d love to.”

Yuna squeals and immediately starts rattling off boutique names, while Namjoon simply leans back in his chair, smiling faintly.

He’s quiet for the first time in hours. But you feel his gaze, steady and full of something deeper than devotion.

Pride.

Maybe peace.

It’s the look of a man who finally has everything he ever wanted in one room.

And when you glance back at him, your hand still laced with his, you realize something. No matter how sharp Namjoon gets in business, how dark his moods or how obsessive his love, this is the part of him that matters most.

The boy who was raised by warmth.

The brother who listens.

The son who never forgot how to say I love you out loud.

And the man who looks at you like you’re a gift he doesn’t remember earning, but swears he’ll never let go of.

You don’t need to hear him say it, you already know.

—

You didn’t expect to enjoy yourself this much.

Namjoon’s mother, with her soft voice and disarming warmth, had quickly drawn you in the moment your heels touched the glossy marble of the department store’s grand foyer.

Yuna, all bright energy and flitting curiosity, hooked her arm through yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You’re even pretty while just shopping, Unnie,” she whispered with a grin, beaming up at you like she’d won some long lost contest. “Joon’s so annoying when he talks about you, you know. Like, I almost blocked him the other day.”

You laughed, and it only grew more uncontrollable throughout the day—between trying on coats, comparing lip shades, and watching the two women bicker over which candles to get for Namjoon’s father.

You never noticed the security tailing you.

They were expertly disguised as casual shoppers. One pretending to be a tourist fumbling with a shopping bag, another seated near the café pretending to scroll on her phone.

They kept a healthy distance, snapping discreet pictures and sending updates directly to Namjoon every thirty minutes. The final photo showed you smiling down at a silk scarf as his sister adjusted it around your neck.

But Namjoon didn’t need the pictures. He sent his own text instead.

Joonie❣️ [3:47 pm] How’s shopping, baby?

Joonie❣️ [3:48 pm] You look beautiful today. Even if I had to let you leave me for it.

You smiled at your phone like a fool and quickly typed back.

[3:50 pm] Also, your mom is trying to buy me another scarf. Stop her. She already bought me three.

His response came fast.

Joonie❣️ [3:51 pm] You’re spoiled now. Deal with it.

The day wound down as the sun began to set, painting the Seoul skyline a deep lavender. You were in the car park beneath the plaza, your bags were being neatly stacked in the trunk by the driver when Namjoon stepped out of the sleek black SUV he’d been waiting in.

He greeted his mother first, bowing respectfully before drawing her into his embrace. “Hello, my Joon. We had such a lovely day.” She smiled.

Yuna ran into his arms immediately after, squealing when he lifted her slightly off the ground. “Oppa, you still owe me lunch,” she reminded him.

Then his eyes landed on you, and he moved like gravity itself had shifted toward you.

“You get everything you wanted?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, fingers grazing the curve of your hip as he opened the door for you.

“Your mom picked out half of it,” you teased, sliding into the seat as he helped you in. “Your sister insisted on the rest.”

“I’ll allow it,” he said smoothly, climbing in beside you. “You look happy.”

“I am.”

The car started moving, the city slipping past in golden blurs and soft hums, and Namjoon leaned into you like he couldn’t help himself. His face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling the traces of your perfume and the warmth of your skin.

“I missed you,” he said quietly. “Even though it’s only been a few hours.”

You snorted softly. “You’re so clingy.”

“Only with you,” he said without shame. “You liked it this morning when I was clingy.”

His hand found yours under the shopping bag you were clutching, his thumb tracing idle circles across your knuckles.

“You know,” you said after a while, voice soft and thoughtful, “your mom brought up our parents meeting soon. She said she wants to have everyone over for dinner.”

Namjoon smiled against your neck. “So schedule it.”

Your fingers tightened gently around his. “I want it to go well.”

“It will,” he murmured. “You’re part of the family now. My family.”

You didn’t reply right away, but your heart ached a little in the best way.

Because no matter how powerful, wealthy, or terrifying Namjoon might be to the rest of the world, with you, he was just a man who wanted to keep you close.

And as he pressed another kiss to your neck and murmured something about how you smelled like jasmine and citrus and how unfair that was when he couldn’t take your dress off right now, you felt it in your bones.

You belonged to him. But more than that…he belonged to you.

—

The closet still smelled faintly of him.

Sandalwood and spice clung to the air as you tucked your new purchases onto custom built shelves, rearranging the space he’d remodeled just for you. Your closet was a soft reflection of everything you’d grown into over the past year.

There was order and elegance to every polished drawer, from the velvet lined jewelry trays to the recessed lights glowing like amber honey across your handbag display.

You smiled softly, hiding a few wrapped boxes in the furthest back corner, away from the sharp eyes of a man who paid attention to everything.

Namjoon didn’t know it yet, but Christmas was going to spoil him.

After one last glance around, you slipped into the en suite, letting the sound of the shower hush your thoughts. The water steamed hot over your shoulders, relaxing the muscles from a long day of walking, shopping, and gushing with Joon’s mother about how proud she was of him, of Yuna, and surprisingly, you.

You pulled on a soft house dress and matching robe when you stepped out. Silky, pale blue, and just sheer enough to feel pretty without trying.

The penthouse was quiet.

Until the faint thump of bass and rhythmic grunts pulled you toward the private gym.

You padded barefoot down the hall, towel dried hair curling around your shoulders. Namjoon hadn’t noticed you yet. He was mid set and shirtless, sweat glistening on every line of muscle as he powered through reps, veins raised along his forearms and biceps. His brows furrowed in focus, the edge of his jaw flexing every time he exhaled.

Your breath hitched.

There was something feral about watching him like this. Unaware. In control. Your eyes tracked the slow ripple of his abs, the way his glutes tensed as he moved, the lines of strain and strength that you’d felt before but never seen like this.

You stepped into the gym.

Settling casually onto a leg press machine, pretending not to notice the way his eyes flicked up at you in the mirror—then again, slower this time, hungry.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, pausing mid rep, his breath heavy but teasing. “You hiding from me?”

You shrugged innocently. “Just wanted to put my stuff away.”

Namjoon smirked, watching you stretch back on the machine with all the false modesty of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. The curve of your robe slipped off one shoulder. Your legs spread slightly as you shifted, knees parting just enough for him to see the slope of your thigh through the opening of your dress.

His dumbbell clinked to the floor.

You bit back a smile. “I’ve been thinking about what we’ll do when our families meet. You think my dad’s gonna grill you again?”

“I hope he does,” Namjoon murmured, already walking over, dragging a towel across his chest. “Gives me an excuse to tell him exactly how I plan to take care of his daughter. Every single day. For the rest of her life.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as he closed in, crowding you into the machine, arms on either side of your seat. His sweaty skin radiated heat, but you didn’t pull away.

“You’re all sweaty.” You pouted.

“I know.” His mouth found your neck. “But the cleanest part of me is my mouth. Wanna ride my face?”

You let out a breathless laugh, half shocked, half turned on. “Namjoon—”

He pulled you up with ease, guiding you to a padded weight bench like it was all part of some already planned choreography. His large palm was firm against your back, his breath hot against your cheek.

“Let me show you how much I missed you today,” he murmured, the words rumbling low in his throat.

Your robe slipped from your shoulders with a whisper, pooling at your feet. His fingers deftly undo the straps at your shoulders, the slide of them slow, like he wanted you to remember how it felt to be undressed by him.

The dress fell in a puddle around your ankles.

“Turn around for me, princess,” he said softly, and you did, breath catching when his body pressed flush against your back. He was still slick with sweat from his workout, the heat of him nearly scalding as he crowded into you. His broad chest against your spine.

His hands rose to cup your breasts, palms molding to their weight, thumbs circling and pinching your nipples until they peaked and tightened under his touch.

He mouthed your shoulder, teeth dragging just enough to make you gasp.

“You’re so fucking soft,” he rasped, rolling his hips against your ass, his cock already thick and heavy between you. “Look at you. Look at us.”

Your gaze flicked to the mirror mounted across from the bench. What you saw made your knees nearly give out. Namjoon’s tall, sculpted body pressed flush to yours, hands devouring you like he couldn’t get enough, his eyes burning into yours through the glass.

Raw want. Devotion edged with hunger.

“Mrs. Kim,” he said, his voice molten silk, raspy in a way that made you ache. One hand slid down your stomach, slow and possessive, like he was claiming every inch. “It sounds right, doesn’t it? You’d look so perfect with my last name.”

His fingers slid lower, parting your glistening folds with practiced ease, circling your clit in tight, teasing circles. Your breath caught in your throat, hips canting back into him, but he only groaned. His lips grazing the curve of your jaw as he worked your pussy open.

“Joon…” you whispered, voice shaking.

“Gonna knock you up,” he murmured against your ear, breathless like the fantasy had been living in him far longer than you realized. “One day soon, not yet. Right now I wanna make you fall apart again and again. Wanna hear those sweet little sounds you only make for me.”

You bit your lip, trying not to cry out, but his fingers curled just right and your resolve shattered with a breathy moan.

He chuckled darkly, hips grinding against you in slow, restrained thrusts like he couldn’t keep still, like just being close to you wasn’t enough.

His palm pressed to your belly.

“You’ll look even better when you’re full. Swollen. Round with my babies.”

Your moan was helpless, shaky, and it only seemed to fuel him.

“How many should we have, hmm?” he breathed, voice dripping with desire. His fingers fucked deeper into you, a slow, rhythmic stretch that left you panting. “Three? Four? One for every bedroom in that big house I’m gonna buy you. Just outside the city. Enough land so no one can hear you scream my name.”

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a gasp as his thumb rubbed your clit just right. Your legs trembled.

He kissed the side of your neck, his voice thick and low.

“Gonna fuck you on every surface. In every room. Gonna eat your pussy on our balcony. Fuck your mouth when you get up for a midnight snack.”

“Joon,” you whimpered, body slick and pulsing with need. “Need you… please.”

He didn’t make you beg again.

Namjoon laid back on the bench, muscles flexing as he spread his thick thighs, sweat still gleaming along the cut of his abs. He looked up at you like a man dying of thirst who’d just found water.

“Come here,” he said simply, his voice wrecked.

You climbed up, straddling his face, your thighs bracketing his head as your hands found purchase on his muscular thighs. The moment you settled, his hands gripped your hips and pulled you down like he’d been starving.

He didn’t tease.

His mouth latched onto your cunt with brutal, unrelenting hunger. Tongue gliding through your folds, lips sealing around your clit and sucking hard until your entire body jolted.

“Oh fuck, Joon,” You cried out, your hips jerking instinctively, but his grip only tightened. He groaned into you, the vibration sending a ripple through your pussy as he licked into you like a man possessed.

Your first orgasm came fast, unraveling you with a suddenness that left you breathless. The second built slower, hotter, your body grinding down against his mouth without your permission, driven by some primal instinct to be filled, to be claimed.

Your vision blurred.

Your fingers gripped his thighs like a lifeline as you cried out again, louder this time. Namjoon moaned beneath you like it was his own release, tongue pressing deeper, sloppier, until you were twitching and shaking from the aftershocks.

When he finally let up, your whole body was flushed and boneless, your thighs trembling around his head.

He slid you down to straddle his waist as he sat up slowly, his lips and chin glistening, and pressed soft kisses to your breasts, the warmth of them grounding.

“Tastes better than any fucking protein shake,” he groaned, his voice husky with satisfaction as he trailed up to your lips, letting you taste yourself.

You let out a breathless laugh, too dazed to do anything but melt into him.

You hardly had time to catch your breath before Namjoon’s hands were sliding up your body again, palms hot and steady as they roamed your hips, your waist, your flushed ribs. His lips red and swollen, his gaze dark with need.

“Come here,” he murmured again, but this time, he didn’t lie back.

This time, he stood and pulled you with him, guiding you across the gym floor with that quiet command that always made your stomach flip.

The mirror gleamed in front of you, fogging a little with the heat of your skin as he pressed you to it. Your hands braced against the cool glass, body still trembling, your reflection showing you your tousled hair, mouth parted, your thighs sticky and shaking.

He stood behind you, overwhelming and solid. One hand came to your hip, the other wrapping around your throat just enough to make you feel how small you were in comparison to him.

“Look at yourself, baby,” Namjoon murmured, brushing your ear as he bent to kiss your shoulder. “Look how fucking pretty you are when you’ve been ruined by me.”

He was towering behind you, his body heat sinking into your spine, his cock heavy and flushed against the curve of your ass. Your skin was dewy with sweat, breasts still rising and falling from the aftershocks.

You looked debauched.

Owned.

And his.

Namjoon hummed behind you, watching your eyes flicker in the mirror. He let his cock slide between your thighs, the thick head dragging against you.

“So wet still,” he murmured, guiding himself with one hand. “You need me this badly, baby?”

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice nearly caught in your throat.

The head of his cock nudged your entrance. He paused there, teasing, circling your clit slowly with the tip, making you rock on your toes. Then, with one deep thrust, he sank into you. Every thick inch stretching you open until you choked on a gasp.

“Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “Look at that. Look how perfectly you take me, pretty girl.”

You stared at the mirror, watching the way his cock disappeared inside you, the way your body welcomed him like it had been made for this.

He didn’t move for a second, just held you there, impaled, throbbing. Then he slid out almost to the tip and thrust back in with force, his grip on your hips tightening.

Your ass bounced with every cant of his hips, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the gym walls. You couldn’t look away. Couldn’t close your eyes. Not when Namjoon was watching too, his jaw clenched, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on your reflection.

“You see that?” he growled, fucking into you harder. “See how this pretty little cunt swallows me? Fuck—look at the way your ass bounces. You were made for this, Mrs. Kim.”

You tried to keep quiet, biting your lip, but he caught you again. One hand sliding up to your mouth, his fingers pressing gently between your lips.

“Don’t hide those sounds from me,” he panted. “Let me hear you, baby. Let me hear how much you love getting ruined.”

And you did.

Whimpers turned to moans. Moans turned to gasps. You cried out as he fucked you harder, deeper, his rhythm brutal and perfect, his eyes never leaving the mirror.

He was obsessed, entranced by every part of you.

The way your tits jiggled with every thrust. The way your mouth went slack. The way you arched and sobbed when he bottomed out.

“You feel that?” he groaned, leaning in close, fucking you right through another trembling orgasm. “Feel how deep I am? Gonna put a baby right there one day. Gonna fuck you in front of this mirror while you’re round and heavy and leaking for me.”

You came again with a broken cry, body collapsing forward slightly, your palms sliding against the glass as your legs gave out.

But Namjoon caught you, and held you steady.

“Not done yet,” he growled, voice thick with lust and command. His hand slid to your hip again as he pushed deeper still, the curve of his cock hitting places that made your vision blur. “You don’t get to stop until I’m done watching you fall apart.”

And then he fucked you harder.

His thrusts turned punishing, a slow grind at the base of each stroke that made your breath stutter and your knees threaten to give again. His fingers dug into your skin, keeping you anchored against the mirror as your bodies moved in rhythm.

Your reflection was everything to him—proof of his power, his love, his claim. And you let him have it. Every filthy moan. Every bounce. Every drop of devotion, dripping down your thighs.

Without slowing, Namjoon slid one hand down and cupped your pussy, right where your bodies were joined. His palm pressed firm against your slick folds, fingers spreading slightly to feel the way you swallowed him.

“Shit,” he groaned, voice shaking. “You feel that, baby?”

You whimpered, overwhelmed, trembling against the mirror.

“This is where I live now,” he whispered, thumb brushing just above where your clit throbbed. “Right here. Fucking you so deep I can feel myself through your skin.”

And you could feel it too. His cock driving up into you, his palm grinding down in tandem, the weight of his hand pressing into the place where you were split open and full.

It was overwhelming, pleasure and pressure and possessive worship rolled into one.

He moaned when you clenched around him, fingers curling slightly against your swollen center. “So fucking good like this. So full. You’re dripping for me, baby. Gonna make a mess down your legs and I’ll still fuck you through it.”

You sobbed his name, mind blank with pleasure. And still, Namjoon watched. Eyes fixed on your reflection. The way your mouth fell open. The glaze in your eyes. The helpless shake in your thighs.

“I want you to remember this,” he growled against your neck, still cupping you like he could brand your body from the outside in. “Every time you walk past a mirror. Every time you feel sore. I want you to remember exactly who did this to you.”

And then he pulled you back onto him again. One hand around your throat, the other still cradling your pussy, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his high.

You could feel the change in him. The way his rhythm faltered, his breath hitched, the way his hips began to stutter.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, princess,” he rasped, almost delirious. “Gonna fuck it so deep you’ll still feel me tomorrow. You want that, baby? Want me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” you cried, your own climax already building again. “Yes Joon, please—”

That did it.

With a low, broken moan, Namjoon came—deep, hard, grinding into you with every last drop, his hand still pressed between your thighs like he needed to feel it happen. And even then, even as he trembled behind you, he didn’t pull out. Just rocked into you slower now, like he couldn’t stand to be apart.

His forehead dropped to your shoulder, his hand finally sliding from your cunt to cup your belly.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “That’s mine. You’re mine.”

And in the mirror, in the heat glossed blur of your reflection, you couldn’t look away.

You were his.

Your body was trembling when he finally stilled, your legs unsteady, your hands sliding uselessly down the mirror as you sagged against the glass. Namjoon stayed pressed to your back, chest heaving, the sharp rise and fall of his breath brushing over your damp skin like a second pulse. You both were soaked—sweat, slick, his cum still hot inside you.

You were still trying to take a full breath when you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

“Up,” he murmured, and without waiting, lifted you into his arms.

You let out a soft, dazed laugh, hands looping around his neck as your head dropped to his shoulder. “I can walk, you know.”

“You say that,” he laughed, “but your knees were shaking so bad I thought you might fold like a lawn chair.”

You bit back a smile. “Whose fault is that?”

Namjoon grinned, the sharp edges of lust beginning to fade into something softer, something sweet. “Mine,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “All mine.”

He carried you down the hall, the heat of his body still radiating into yours. When he reached the bathroom, he nudged the door open with his foot and kicked the light on, casting everything in a soft golden glow. The steam began to rise the moment he turned the shower on, and he adjusted the temperature with the ease of someone who knew exactly how you liked it.

Hot, not scalding, gentle as it poured down.

He stepped into the stall with you cradled in his arms. The water hit both of you at once, washing over sticky skin and flushed limbs. You moaned as the warmth sank into your muscles.

“You’re such a mess,” he whispered, setting you down slowly, making sure your feet were stable on the tile before letting go. His eyes drifted down your body with the same awe he always wore afterward—like you were something rare.

A miracle, maybe.

“You’re worse,” you countered, blinking up at him as the water soaked his hair, flattening it against his forehead and shoulders. “Sweaty and filthy. Covered in me.”

He smirked. “You say that like it’s not my favorite way to be.”

You rolled your eyes, and he caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up as he leaned down to kiss you.

This one was different.

Not rough. Not desperate.

Just quiet. Lingering. Sweet.

He pulled back, brushing your soaked hair from your cheeks. “Let me take care of you.”

And he did.

With slow hands, he lathered soap between his palms and began washing you inch by inch. Not rushed. Not clinical. Like you were fragile. Like you were precious. He massaged the tension from your shoulders, washed your thighs with extra care, and took his time with your belly.

His large palm smoothing gentle circles there, as if he were still dreaming of the future he wanted with you.

When he rinsed you clean, he turned you into his chest and held you there beneath the spray, arms wrapping tight around your back. His chin rested on the top of your head. Neither of you spoke.

There was no need.

The only sounds were the water and the steady thud of his heart against your ear.

Minutes passed. Maybe more. You lost track of time in the softness of it all. Your breath syncing with his, your fingertips drawing lazy shapes on his ribs while his hands stroked your spine.

And when the water finally turned lukewarm, he shut it off with one hand, never letting go of you with the other.

Namjoon reached for a towel, wrapping it around you like a cocoon, and pressed one last kiss to your damp forehead.

“You okay?” he murmured.

You nodded. “More than okay.”

He smiled, soft and boyish.

He carried you into the bedroom, your body tucked close like he couldn’t bear to set you down for even a moment.

He laid you gently on the bed, stepping away to grab one of his shirts from the closet and slip into some sweats, carefully slipping it over your head when he returned.

Namjoon settled behind you, pulling you gently into his lap, your back to his chest as you nestled between his thighs. He reached for the lotion on the nightstand and poured a generous amount into his hands.

Then he started rubbing it in, slow and methodical.

He started with your legs, massaging each leg like he had all the time in the world.

“Gotta take care of you,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Gotta make sure you’re soft and spoiled and sore in the best ways.”

You leaned back into him, eyes fluttering closed as his hands moved up your thighs, then along your arms. He kissed your neck, the tip of his nose brushing your damp skin.

“Tomorrow, we’ll stay in,” he whispered, voice dropping as he worked the lotion into your collarbone, your neck. “Order in. Watch movies. I’ll rub you down again after lunch and probably try to fuck you on the kitchen counter.”

You laughed softly, too relaxed to tease him back.

He smiled into your hair. “I want all your days to feel like this, baby. Safe. Sweet. Full of me.”

His hands returned to your thighs, spreading warmth along your skin as he pulled you even closer. “And when we get that house…” he added, quieter now, “with the big windows and a garden and rooms full of light… I’ll spoil you there, too. Every day.”

You turned your face to his chest, pressing a kiss to the center of it. “I want that too, Joonie.”

He hummed, arms wrapping around you.

Protective.

Tender.

“I know.”

And in the quiet, as the city twinkled beyond the glass and the soft scent of lotion clung to the air, you fell asleep wrapped in Namjoon’s embrace.

nine | masterlist | eleven

[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."

[7ndipity]

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Masterlist

Started stories:

See you in my 19th life ep 1 (YoongixReader)

Here for You #3 (NamjoonxReader)

Ideas

Jimin x Reader drabble

Taehyung x Reader 'They meet at a fansign but there both idols'

Hoseok x Reader (I'll let you guys decide)

Jungkook x Reader 'Yes or No' song based

Jin x Reader 'When he comes back from the military and surprises you'

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tlg!joon constantly claiming his princess whether it’s by bite marks, making love, showing affection anytime anywhere is so cute but now he’s calling her his “wife” !?!:?:!:!!.&,8,$;!:??! Y’ALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS JUST AFFECTED MY LIFE AND HEART. i literally jUMped, i completely forgot they’re not married YET omg 😭 #1 fav couple fr fr

The Long Game IX

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: sugar daddy au, yandere joonie, angst

summary: you only wanted to make a good impression on your first day in the seoul office. but namjoon has never been good at letting go—especially not when it comes to you.

warnings: smut, silent but dangerous namjoon, possessive joonie, jealous!reader, mild surveillance, exhibitionism adjacent activities, oral sex f!receiving, my wife energy

word count: 3,042

You should’ve known Namjoon wouldn’t let you leave easily.

The early morning light poured in through the tall windows of the penthouse. Your alarm had gone off fifteen minutes ago, but you hadn’t moved. Not with Namjoon pressed against your side, half on top of you, half wrapped around you, peppering slow, sleepy kisses along your shoulder, your collarbone, the slope of your breast.

“Baby,” you murmured through a giggle, brushing your fingers through his hair. “You’re stalling.”

“I’m not,” he pouted against your skin, lips warm and stubborn where they mouthed over the curve of your breast. “You’re the one trying to leave me. For an office.”

You laughed, breathless, the sound muffled when he rolled you onto your back as his lips trailed lower towards your stomach. His hands slid under your thighs, spreading them slowly.

“I have to make a good first impression,” you reminded him, even as your legs parted. “New office. New coworkers. I can’t show up looking like I just got thoroughly fucked.”

Namjoon looked up at you with that sinfully soft smile that made your stomach flip.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He kissed just below your belly button. “Personally, I think you should show up looking exactly like that. Pretty and flushed, a little cock drunk. Let them all wonder why.”

You rolled your eyes, swatting at his shoulder, but he only chuckled and kissed his way back up your body, caging you in with his arms as he settled against you.

“I’m proud of you,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Even if I want you all to myself.”

His words warmed you in that soft, secret place inside your chest, the one only he had ever reached. You stroked his back in slow circles, content to lie there another hour if you’d allow yourself.

But then he spoke again, lips at your ear.

“Min Jun will be waiting downstairs whenever you’re ready.”

You stiffened.

“Joon…”

“Don’t fight me on this,” he said, already shifting to sit up. “You’re not driving through Seoul traffic your first day back. Not after living in Singapore.”

“I know how to drive,” you argued, stretching under the sheets. “I want to feel normal again.”

Namjoon’s eyes softened, but his voice remained firm.

“And I want you safe. Traffic is a lot more hectic here.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already pulling the covers off your body, dragging the sheets down with a smirk that made your heart skip.

“We can argue in the shower,” he said, grabbing your wrist and tugging you toward the ensuite.

You stumbled after him with a laugh. “This isn’t over.”

“I know.” He tossed a look over his shoulder, voice low. “But you’ll be too fucked out to care by the time we’re done.”

—

The water was already running when he backed you against the cold tile.

You shivered as he crowded you, hands gripping your waist, his body already hot and hard as he pressed you against the wall. His mouth was everywhere. Your jaw, throat, teeth nipping at your breasts like he hadn’t touched you just hours ago.

“You make me insane,” he muttered, one hand sliding between your thighs to feel the heat building there. “Can’t believe I have to share you with the world today.”

“Joon,” you teased, moaning as he circled your clit, “it’s work.”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he lifted your leg and hitched it around his hip. His other hand gripped his cock, guiding it to your entrance. He pushed in slowly, watching your eyes flutter shut as the stretch made you gasp.

“Fuck—” he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder as he bottomed out. “Tight little pussy. So fucking good.”

You moaned, hips moving instinctively.

“I don’t have time to come twice,” you warned, clinging to his shoulders.

Namjoon laughed darkly. “Then let’s make this one count.”

He fucked you hard, fast, his rhythm punishing. The water beat down on both of you as your moans echoed off the tile, his name falling from your lips in breathless sobs. His hand never left your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles until your walls spasmed around him and you came hard, mouth open in a silent cry.

Namjoon groaned and followed with a low, broken groan, burying himself as deep as he could, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you.

You both stood there a moment, chests heaving, steam swirling around you. Then he kissed you, slow and lovingly, and helped clean you gently, massaging shampoo into your scalp like he couldn’t bear not to touch you.

—

Breakfast was light. Matcha latte, fresh fruit, and a ham and cheese croissant you barely had the energy to chew. You dressed quickly while Namjoon watched from the edge of the bed, eyes tracking your every move like he hadn’t already memorized every inch of your body.

When you finally stepped into the sleek, waiting SUV, Namjoon slid in beside you, crossing one leg over the other as he glanced at his watch.

“You don’t have to come with me.”

“I want to.” He looked at you then, completely unbothered. “I want to see you off.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately and let him lace his fingers through yours.

The ride was quiet, Soft music playing, your thumb brushing over his hand, and you found yourself leaning against his shoulder just for a moment, just long enough to pretend you weren’t heading off to spend the day without him.

But when the car pulled to a stop in front of your office, Namjoon moved to open the door.

You stopped him with a gentle hand to his chest.

He blinked.

“Baby?”

You hesitated. “I don’t… I don’t want people knowing yet.”

His jaw ticked.

“It’s not because I’m ashamed,” you added quickly, seeing the flicker in his eyes. “I just… I want people to take me seriously. On my own merit.”

Namjoon exhaled slowly, nodding once.

“Okay,” he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “Your career is important. I understand”

You smiled, relaxing.

But then he kissed your neck. Then your jaw. Then he tugged your panties aside beneath your skirt and pressed two fingers inside you, slow and sinful.

You gasped, eyes wide.

“Namjoon—”

“Just a reminder,” he murmured, thumb brushing your clit with maddening softness. “That I’m the only one who gets to have you like this.”

Your breath hitched.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, pulled his fingers from your pussy, licking them clean before whispering against your mouth, “Have a good first day, sweetheart.”

You stumbled out of the car on trembling legs, heart racing, thighs still slick with him.

—

Namjoon didn’t leave right away.

He pulled out his phone and opened the security feed for your office. One he had personally installed under the guise of updated corporate compliance.

He watched you walk through the front doors. The way the receptionist smiled, and someone led you to the elevator. He zoomed in on your smile, admiring your poise, and your confidence.

Then he opened his email to send to his assistant.

[7:38 am] Send her flowers. Full arrangement. White roses and orchids. Include a note: “Congratulations on your first day. I’m so proud of you.” -J.

[7:38 am] And send lunch from that place she likes. Get her favorite order with that soda.

As his car pulled away, Namjoon sat back, still watching the feed. You were brilliant. Unstoppable.

And still completely his.

————

You’d finally settled at your desk when the door to your new office opened.

Two assistants you didn’t know by name yet enter, carrying a massive floral arrangement between them. A glass vase, white orchids, pristine roses, and delicate sprigs of baby’s breath sprinkled around the edges.

It’s extravagant, subtle only in the choice of color.

A crisp envelope was nestled among the flowers with a heavy card inside. You read the words twice, your lips pressing into a smile before you can stop yourself.

Congratulations on your first day. I’m so proud of you.

— J

Your heart flips.

A few hours later, a delivery person arrives with lunch from your favorite sushi restaurant, complete with the lemongrass soda you’re always craving.

Your phone buzzes with a message.

Joonie❣️ [1:32 pm] I hope they’re treating you like the queen you are.

You snap a photo of the flower arrangement and your lunch and send it.

[1:33 pm] You’ve got the whole office buzzing. Everyone is trying to figure out who my ‘mystery’ man is 😏

Joonie ❣️[1:34 pm] Say the word and I’ll come introduce myself, princess.

You can almost hear his voice. Feel the smirk pressed against your skin. You shake your head, cheeks warm, and dive back into work.

—

When you arrive home later that evening, the penthouse is quiet. Your heart stutters when you find the dress laid out for you on the bed.

It’s stunning. A deep, dark plum that looks like it was made for your skin. Strappy heels rest beside it, and next to those: a jewelry box holding delicate gold earrings, matching cuffs, and a dainty chain with a moonstone pendant.

A cream card rests on your pillow.

Be ready in an hour. I’ll meet you at the elevator.

— J

You bite your lip, heart full as you gather everything and make your way into the ensuite.

An hour later, after the longest soak and the softest lotioning and your makeup just right, you step into the hallway and approach the elevator.

The doors slide open.

Namjoon stands inside dressed in an all black suit cut to perfection, slim fitting and tailored to his devastating body. His shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, no tie, his jaw sharp, his hair pushed back with just enough tousle to remind you he’s dangerous.

“Hi, baby,” he murmurs, offering his hand.

You let him take yours, heart pounding as he helps you in.

“Where are we going?”

He lifts a brow. “Not going to let you ruin the surprise. Just enjoy the ride.”

You pout. “You know I hate surprises.”

“I know,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple as the car pulls out onto the street. “That’s why I made it a good one.”

He doesn’t pry into your guesswork. Instead, he strokes his thumb along your shoulder as you lean into him, asking about your day, your coworkers. You ramble about your new assistant, the coworker who has a coffee mug for every mood.

Namjoon smiles and listens, humming in all the right places. His hand never leaves your skin.

You don’t know he already knows every single person you’ve mentioned.

Background checks. Full reports. Surveillance footage.

But he lets you tell it in your own words.

You arrive at Tamayura just after the sun sets, the restaurant gleaming beneath low lanterns and understated architecture.

The host greets Namjoon by name and leads you both down a private hallway, past thick paper doors and woven screens. You don’t miss the discreet nods, the politely hidden looks of awe from every staff member you pass.

You’re seated in a private tatami room lit with warm lighting. Silk cushions in lacquered chairs. A polished wood table and a carafe of chilled plum wine already waiting on a jade tray.

It’s intimate and oozing elegance.

Namjoon pours your drink with a soft smile just as the waitress enters. She’s young, beautiful, and her uniform is tailored to fit like a second skin—and she lingers.

She bows to you politely, but her attention slides quickly to Namjoon. Her voice dropping into something soft. She addresses him with just enough confidence to make your back stiffen.

“Mr. Kim,” she purrs, eyes flicking over his suit. “It’s been a while.”

Namjoon nods curtly, murmurs a cool thank you.

She leans in just slightly, clearly fishing for more, and he doesn’t offer it.

But he doesn’t stop her either.

You smile politely, maybe a little too tight. You’re not normally the jealous type, but Namjoon’s not a flirt either. He doesn’t look. He barely registers other people in the room when you’re near.

So why is this girl getting under your skin?

He feels the shift in your energy instantly, his hand slides to your knee beneath the table. When the waitress leaves, he turns to you, head tilted.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

You shake your head. “It’s nothing.”

He waits.

You squirm a little.

“It’s just…she was a little friendly, don’t you think?”

Namjoon stills.

You rush to add, “It’s not t your fault. I just—it’s nothing, Joon. I’m probably just looking into it too much. Forget it.”

A heartbeat passes.

Then he exhales.

“Baby…”

“I’m fine, really—”

But he’s already standing.

“Come here.”

Your eyes widen as he moves around the table and kneels between your legs, pulling your chair a little closer. You glance toward the closed screen doors, heart racing.

“Namjoon—what are you doing—”

He pulls your skirt up, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee.

“I didn’t bring you here to get upset,” he murmurs. “This is your night. You worked so hard. You deserve more than flowers and wine. You deserve worship.”

You gasp when his mouth finds the soaked patch at the center of your panties. His breath is warm, his mouth soft and unrelenting as it presses over the damp silk.

He doesn’t rush, doesn’t tear them off like you expect. Instead, his tongue nudges against the fabric, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every teasing flick, every calculated swirl that draws the wetness through the thin barrier and spreads it further.

“Mmm,” he hums against you, voice muffled by silk and desire. “You’re already so wet for me… and I’ve barely touched you.”

Your hips twitch, thighs clenching around his head as he sucks gently through the cloth. He looks up, eyes dark, amused. “You gonna let me taste you properly, sweetheart?”

You nod, breathless, too far gone to form words.

When his fingers finally hook into the elastic and peel your panties down your thighs, he pauses just a moment, lips brushing your inner thigh.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “So fucking pretty like this.

He licks you slowly, his tongue dragging from your entrance to your clit and back again.

He circles your clit with delicate pressure, then flattens his tongue to press more firmly, sending jolts up your spine. And then he dips lower, tongue flicking in gentle pulses, teasing your cunt until your legs begin to tremble.

His fingers come next—two of them—sliding in without resistance. He strokes you open. Each curl of his fingers brushes that devastating spot inside you, coaxing little gasps from your throat, your hips rocking helplessly against his face.

“You have no idea what it does to me when you get jealous,” he murmurs between strokes. “You love me that much? Need me that badly?”

You whimper. “J-Joon—please—”

But he’s not done.

You don’t even realize you’re shaking until he moans low against your swollen clit and the sound vibrates through your core like lightning. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let you go. He just keeps devouring you, like he has nowhere else to be and all the time in the world to ruin you.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, licks deeper, fingers thrusting hard and slow, coaxing you toward the edge with infinite patience.

“Please,” you whisper, one hand gripping the arm rest, the other tangled in his hair.

“Please what?” he breathes against you, lips slick with your arousal. “Tell me what you want.”

“C-Cum,” you gasp. “I—I need to cum, please.”

That’s all it takes.

You cum with a strangled cry, hands fisting into his hair as your hips buck. He holds you through it, steady and strong, licking you until you twitch and tremble and beg for him to stop.

When you finally catch your breath, he kisses the inside of your thigh, straightens, and calmly dabs his mouth with his napkin. Then sits back down like nothing happened.

When the waitress returns a few minutes later, cheeks flushed as she enters with the appetizer tray, Namjoon doesn’t look at her.

“Send the manager, please.”

She freezes.

“…Sir?”

Namjoon’s smile is pleasant. Empty.

“I’d like to speak to him before the entrees arrive.”

She bows, eyes wide, and hurries out.

You blink. “Joon…”

A few minutes later, the manager enters. He’s balding and clearly sweating through his collar despite the restaurant’s cool temp.

Namjoon doesn’t rise.

He stays seated, one leg crossed over the other, fingers languidly swirling the wine in his glass. When he speaks, his voice is low and even—but there’s something sharp beneath it, something that makes the room feel smaller.

“I’d like a different server,” he says smoothly. “The young woman from earlier…” His eyes lift, pinning the manager like a pin to glass. “Was far too familiar with me. It could easily be misinterpreted as an insult to my wife.”

Your breath catches.

Wife?

But the manager bows before you can speak, spine nearly folding in half under the weight of Namjoon’s words.

“A thousand apologies, Mr. Kim. Mrs. Kim. That was never our intention, I assure you. I’ll see to it immediately. I—I’ll personally handle the rest of your evening, no charge. Please, accept the meal as a gift from the house.”

Namjoon doesn’t blink.

He doesn’t thank him. Doesn’t nod. He simply takes a sip of his wine and lets the silence stretch, a tension so thick it settles heavy in your lungs.

The manager bows again and hurries out, leaving only the echo of his retreating steps.

You exhale slowly, unsure if you imagined the sudden shift in the air. Then you glance at Namjoon.

He’s still watching the doorway, his jaw ticking once before he turns to you with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Some people forget their place,” he says ominously. “But I don’t.”

Then, he pours you another drink.

“Now,” he says softly. “Tell me what you’d like for dessert.”

And just like that, your jealousy dissolves. Because you know, without a single doubt, that in Namjoon’s world, there is only you.

eight | masterlist | ten

[bangfantanfic]

Bring The Fire; 3

Warnings: Obessive behaviour, mentions of blood, mutilation, dead bodies, rape, murder, and more. 

Genres: Yandere, romance, soulmate!Au, Royal!Au, Isekai

Namjoon was furious. He was not the eldest son, nor the son to inherit the Empire next, but he was the son expected to control and look after his brothers– both younger and elder. This job was incredibly bothersome, especially considering none of his brothers seemed to listen to a word he said. A cow could take command better than his brothers. Yet he tried. He tried to keep them inline, to keep his brothers out of harm's way, or rather keep others out of others' way to minimise them causing harm.

His brothers, especially the youngest three, were impulsive. They acted with little thought, and no care for repercussions that would fall on their big brother. Namjoon often wondered if perhaps his brothers were disciplined more, or even just experienced the repercussions of their actions–instead of him– then maybe life would be a little easier. Namjoon didn’t believe he was perfect, by no means, but he was smart. He knew when to act, and how to avoid detection.

His brothers did not.

Honestly, he was beginning to think they wanted to be caught. He wouldn’t be surprised.

Their father wanted them married by the end of the year, which gave them six months. Namjoon wasn’t opposed to marriage. He just hadn’t met a woman he could deem adequate enough to want to dedicate his life to. He wanted someone intelligent, beautiful, and confident (but not too much), a woman he could bond with. Noble women could be educated, and usually they were, but it seemed to be surface knowledge. They didn’t read because they liked to, they didn’t like to look at art or even take walks through the gardens. They were boring. He didn’t want to be bored.

At dinner his father had announced a party will be held in three days, all his sons were expected to be there the entire night. There would be no excuses. They will meet the women, they will mingle and dance, and they will find a bride, sooner rather than later.

Seokjin hadn’t been there, much to everyone's surprise. They were quick to make an excuse, he was unwell and resting. It was clear their father didn’t believe a word out of their mouths, but said nothing. When dinner ended everyone left but Namjoon. Somehow, Seokjin’s absence was his fault. Namjoon, of course, knew nothing of his eldest brother's plans to not join them for their usual dinner. It was a once a week tradition, and although none of the princes enjoyed it, they all went to keep peace and appearances.

Namjoon was stressed. He was tired. He was angry.

His brothers walked all over him, after everything he did for them. They had no respect for him. Was it because he was the middle child? Not quite the eldest, but not the youngest. Just somewhere in the middle? He was sick of it. Seokjin was the eldest, and yet nothing was expected of him. The man couldn’t even get himself married– no, wouldn’t. He wouldn’t get married, not even to help his own brothers.

Why did he have to take the blame for every issue his brothers have caused? Tripped a maid down the stairs? Namjoon why didn’t you stop them? Got too rough with Jeongguk and cut his cheek in training? Well Namjoon should have been there to keep them in line. Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon.

Seokjin sat on the hallway floor, back against his door as he fiddled with his fingers. His plan had gone to shit. He had no intention of being so late. He was going to show up, you in arm, dressed in the most beautiful gown and announce his engagement to his family. He was supposed to bask in his mothers joyful praises and loll in the thankful songs of his brothers, who would forever be in his debt, while they all whined in jealousy. His father would applaud him for finding such a beautiful bride, pat his back and scold his brothers for being so difficult.

“Follow in your brother's footsteps!” he would say.

Instead, he was sitting on a freezing floor, thinking of how to get back into his room without damaging his doors. He really liked his doors.. His plan was to get food, surely you were hungry, and lure you out with the smell. His plan could have been perfect if he had taken into account that he had missed dining with his family, angering his father and ultimately, Namjoon. But he hadn’t thought of this, too wrapped up in getting you to open up the doors. Instead he very proudly had jumped off the floor and rushed off toward the kitchen to have a feast prepared for you. He knew he shouldn’t be rewarding this behaviour, but he was going to give you the benefit of the doubt, he assumed you were scared and how could he blame you for this? Being in the presence of a prince, and one as attractive as himself, must have been incredibly overwhelming to a commoner such as yourself.

He will just prove to you that he is as kind as he is handsome.

When Namjoon had first begun his rampage through the palace he had every intention of tearing his eldest brother's head from its shoulders and kicking it out the nearest window. Yoongi had mentioned that Seokjin had gone for a walk that afternoon, promising to be back for dinner. So the eldest had actively missed out on meeting the women lined up for them, and then purposely skipped dinner with their father, clearly more than happy with getting Namjoon in trouble. The more he learned, the more heated he began to feel.

Oddly enough, when arriving in the hallway that his brother's room resided in he found the eldest prince with his head to the door, speaking so softly he couldn’t hear a word he uttered– which was odd considering how loud the man usually was. Namjoon watched as the elder man pushed off the door, a determined look on his face as he ran off down the halls in the opposite direction. A few beats passed before his door creaked open, a head poking out. Hair covered the face, but it was clearly a woman. Namjoon wasn’t sure which emotion was currently winning, curiosity or anger. Did his brother really skip out, and cause him trouble, for a woman?

The door quickly shut again, the girl disappearing back into the room. Namjoon had decided he would approach the woman, find out who she is and confirm his suspicions. Anyone in the court knows not to involve themselves with the princes at certain hours of the week, so who did she think she was to ignore the rules? To get him chastised for an action that he didn’t even do?

Namjoon had advanced toward the room, reaching for the door but his actions fell short when the door yanked open and a much smaller body collided with his own.

Fire.

His body was on fire.

Namjoon quickly shoved the body away, jerking himself backward as he examined his body looking for something, anything that would indicate harm, but he found nothing. He looked up, finding the woman on the floor, staring up to him with wide eyes. Messy damp hair hung over most of her face, pretty pink lips parted slightly in shock. Neither said a word, only staring for a minute before the girl scrambled to her knees and bowed, head to the floor. You didn’t speak, no apologies, just head to the floor.

Why did this irritate him?

He wanted you to look at him again.

“Who are you?” He asked, finally seeming to find his voice again.

Seokjin couldn’t remember the last time he had gone to the kitchen. For a while the prince had actually been banned at some point of time and just never bothered to go back, not that he had ever really needed to, the maids could do it for him. Only Jeongguk enjoyed going down to the kitchens, snooping through the ingredients, picking at the food while being cooked and for a while, watching the maid he was so enraptured by. Admittedly, Seokjin had never understood his brother's obsession with the dirty girl, she was less than average, filthy and all bones. He remembers laughing and teasing his brother, loving how angry and defensive the younger one got.

But now he understood.

Upon his arrival Seokjin’s eyes instantly landed on the remaining two chefs. One stood by the doorway, carrying in freshly washed pots, and the other looked ready to shit his pants. At first, the prince didn’t understand the instant look of fear that hit the man's features, but the sight of the gruesome scar over his right eye made him light up.

“Chef Geum, it has been some time.”

The head chef, Ho Geum, was especially cautious of the royal family, especially the eldest two. The older sons, Seokjin and Yoongi were both excellent cooks, their nannies had taught them as children and young teens per their request. Their nanny had believed she was doing a good thing, encouraging a hobby, helping them with independence. Unfortunately this made the princes far more pedantic toward the meals they were served. One wrong flavour, a change to a recipe, and there would be hell. He had learnt this the hard way.

//flashback; three years//

The kitchen staffed six chefs, two for deserts and four for the other three meals a day. They were older men, sweaty and exhausted. They not only cooked for the royal family, but the other staff, and any guests that the palace seemed to constantly house. There was never a moment for breaks or rests. These four chefs often rotate shifts overnight, two on and two off, allowing a few hours breaks to rest before jumping back in for the breakfast routine.

Prince Seokjin had been 21 when the incident occurred. The current head chef, had been on his first week and unaware of all the rules in place. There were just so many, and it was hard to keep up with them all. His previous employers had no issue with his food experimentation, in fact they encouraged it. They were foodies after all, and would often brag to guests about their creative chef who prepared the greatest dishes in the whole of Korea. Eventually Emperor Munpyo caught wind of the rumours and demanded he had the chef for himself.

Who could turn down an offer like that?

He quickly learnt his creative dishes weren’t appreciated. The fifth night of his new job he found two of the princes in the kitchen entryway, the taller of the two with a friendly smile on his plump lips, while the shorter looked at him with an expression that mirrored someone staring at a bug on the wall.

The smile never left the taller prince's face, not when he cut off the chef's index fingers. Not when he pinned poor Geum to the large counter, giggling at the way he squirmed and begged to be let go. The shorter brother hadn’t smiled throughout most of the ordeal, keeping his lips slightly pursed as he watched his brother explain every single thing wrong with every dish that had been served that evening. Seokjin had demanded the chef keep his eyes on him, he should be respected. Unfortunately, because his focus was directed to only one of the princes, he failed to notice Yoongi standing by the furnace with a metal ladle resting over the heat. The metal had begun to melt before the prince was satisfied. He quickly pulled the ladle out, and stalked over to the cook who had finally caught on to the younger princes movement.

No amount of begging, or screaming, helped the man. In fact, the begging only seemed to fuel the excitement the prince felt, because for the first time in the hours they had been down in the kitchen, he grinned. It had made him sick. His smile had seemed so kind, almost childish. It was such a sweet smile to give to someone right before you disfigured them. Yoongi had stood over him, his face hanging above the chefs who could only sob a blubbered apology, begging him to stop before he had even started.

The pure excitement on Yoongi's face had haunted the chef’s dreams even to this day. The smile on his lips as the prince pressed the underside of the burning ladle into his eye. The laughter sounding in the emptied kitchen that moulded into his pained screams. Geum was probably lucky he hadn’t seen the look of pure glee on the scarred prince's face as he pushed the burning utensil harder, or the elated look he had as the skin melted on his face.

When Yoongi had finally pulled away, it took a bit of force to rip the ladle from the skin that had melted onto it. The chef was quickly let go, and the princes watched as he rolled over, dropping from the counter top to the floor with a grunt. His hands shakily cupping over the face wound, hands still bloody from the elder prince's punishment. It was probably for the best that the chef had been looking to the floor, sobbing, otherwise his good eye would have seen the way Yoongi had admired the skin burnt to the ladle.

He would have seen the prince pluck off a chunk of burnt flesh, and eat it.

//flashback end//

“Y-your Highness, it is an-an honour to see you again.” Geum stuttered out, bowing deeply.

The prince quickly waved the man off, walking further inside as he looked through the baskets of fresh vegetables. “I need you to cook a meal,” He told the man, turning to look back at him.

“Something romantic.” He added, nodding to himself. “I’ll need deserts as well, so wake up the rest of the staff.”

The two cooks looked between each other, raising a brow before looking back to the prince.

“My prince, was the dinner not up to satisfaction?” They inquired, the blinded chef looking to his companion in shock.

“I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t there– do you have doubts about your work?” Seokjin grinned,

The two men quickly shook their heads, stuttering out incoherent sentences before the prince cut them off again, walking back toward the kitchen's exit.

“Have it in my room within the hour.”

You didn’t look up when he spoke, irking him further. His jaw clenched as you kept your head down, slightly shaking at the shoulders.

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, look at me when I speak to you.”

The words were familiar. Seokjin had said the exact same thing to you only hours earlier. Only this time you obeyed, his tone of voice didn’t feel as mischievous as Seokjin’s. And while yes, Seokjin had sounded playful, he still had an edge to his words, one that you were willing to ignore. This man held no mirth to his tone, there was a lingering anger to his words. You weren’t sure why, maybe he was angry at you for touching him? You weren’t aware of who he was, but by the fabric at his feet, and the attitude he spoke with, you were sure he was important. Was this the Emperor that Seokjin had wanted you to meet?

The air around him was suffocating. You wonder if he knew how stifling his presence was.

Ruffling of fabric filled your ears, making you peek up slightly. The man had squatted down to your level. You quickly tried to avert your gaze back to the floorboards but his hand shot out, grabbing your chin. He seemed to freeze when he touched you, fingers tensing on your skin making his nails dig into the flesh.

“I didn’t ask your name, I asked who are you?”

You frowned, is that not the same thing?

A soft grunt left your lips when he jerked your face upward to meet his gaze. He was handsome, even with the glare he was shooting your way. You weren’t sure how to answer his question, because who even were you here? You could imagine his reaction now if you told him: ‘I’m Y/n, and I’m not from here– wherever here is. I’m a homeless woman from what I can only presume is the future.’

Yeah, no. You would rather keep that information to yourself.

“I-I.. I don’t know.” You finally admitted, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

You barely knew where you were, you clearly weren’t home. You weren’t from here, from this time. That much you had gathered during your small meltdown in the room. You felt guilty when Seokjin tried to coax you out of the room, complaining about how late he was running. But the realisation of just how fucked of a situation you had gotten yourself into had dawned and you just wanted to hide. Which is exactly what you had done. Definitely not your finest hour, but how else is someone supposed to react?

You had been so relieved when the prince had told you he was leaving for a moment. It was a moment to escape. Once his footsteps had disappeared you had every intention of grabbing the clothes you had woken up in, and making a run for it. You had quickly changed back into the dirty, slightly damp silk nightgown, even putting the robe back on, deciding it was way too cold to leave it behind, and you were ready. You didn’t have any ideas of where to go exactly, but the feeling in your gut promised anywhere was better than here.

Clearly, your master escape plan didn’t go as you had hoped because the second you opened the door you almost broke your nose. The body clearly didn’t appreciate the unwanted contact, because within a split second you were on the floor. A new wave of fear had washed over you, terrified to do anything, so you had quickly moved into a bowing position.

The energy pulsing off this man was a true force. It shook you to the core. You feared speaking the wrong words, or even moving. You felt like a small animal, too scared to make a move, fearing the slightest movement of muscle would trigger an attack from the predator ahead.

Clearly your words hadn’t satisfied the man, how could it? You weren’t sure you would be convinced if some random woman claimed she didn’t know who she was either.

“Namjoon, what are you doing here?”

You froze at the icy tone. The man, who you could now only assume to be Namjoon, didn't budge. His gaze stayed on you, even if you were no longer looking at him. The floor seemed like the safest bet right now. You knew the other voice, it was the Prince who found you. He had spoken so much during the few hours you both had shared, that you could probably pick up on his voice from anywhere. You couldn’t tell if you were relieved for him returning, or annoyed. While you were glad that he was back, the only familiar thing you had so far in this place, you weren’t sure he could be of much help in this situation. You were convinced that the man before you was the Emperor. The way he spoke, the power he emitted.. There was nothing else he could be.

“I would appreciate it if you got your hands off my fiancé.” He spoke again, walking further into the room.

Seokjin wasn’t sure how he felt about the situation before him. While on one hand he was happy to see that the room was unlocked, allowing him to come back into you, he was bitter to find his brother's hands on you. He had barely been gone twenty minutes, he hadn’t expected any of his brothers to go to his room. Usually Namjoon would go off to his room to wallow in self pity before taking any anger out.

Either way, Namjoon had no right to be touching his woman.

“Fiancé?” He echoed, making no move away from you. If anything, his hand only tightened.

Huffing, Seokjin stomped forward. He grabbed the pale green collar of his brother's shirt and tugged him off you. The taller man hit the floor with a grunt.

“What the fuck Hyung!” He hissed, rubbing the back of his head.

Namjoon wasn’t sure why his chest had constricted at the news his brother had dropped. He wasn’t sure why his skin burned when he touched you, or why his lungs felt strangled when your eyes looked into his own. What he did know was that he didn’t like it. He didn’t like how he was feeling, and he didn’t like that his brother was claiming you.

“Who is she, Jin-Hyung?” Namjoon asked calmly, having pushed himself off the floor and brushed imaginary dust from his outfit.

Both brothers looked at you, still bowed to the floor.

“My future wife, was that not clear?” Jin asked dumbly.

Namjoon rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “What clan is she from?” He pushed. Seokjin was frustrating, as per usual, but Namjoon noticed he was slightly nervous at the question.

“She isn’t from here.” The elder shrugged, still avoiding answering directly. Moving around his little brother to crouch down beside you. His heart ached seeing you pressed to the floor, shaking in fear. But he couldn’t deny the butterflies in his stomach from seeing you in such a submissive state. Would you behave this way for him?

He rested a hand on your back, grinning when you didn’t flinch away. Even with the materials on your body, he could still feel the burning sensation as if he were pressing against your bare skin. Would the feeling intensify if you had been stripped bare?

“You never answered my questions.” Namjoon pressed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And you never answered mine, and you best watch your tone Namjoon.” Seokjin scolded, not bothering to look at his brother. Instead, he gently took your chin between his fingers, just as Namjoon had been doing only minutes before. Seokjin’s grip was feather light, almost as if he wasn’t even touching you.

“My love, are you okay?” He murmured when your eyes met his. “Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head, making him smile in relief before he stood up, pulling you along with him. Seokjin’s arm curled around your waist, forcing you into his side as he looked back at the man standing across from you. His eyes were glued to the arm around your hips making you squirm uncomfortably. The movement only seemed to make the man's grip tighten on you.

“Y/n, meet my little brother Namjoon, Namjoonie, meet my soon to be wife, Y/n.”

Wife.

The word made your stomach twist. He kept saying that, you didn’t know him, and he you. How did he expect you to marry him? He hadn’t even consulted you on the idea. What made him think you even wanted him? You wanted to leave. You wanted to find your way home.

But what if there wasn’t a way home…

Jeongguk was a heavy believer in the spiritual realm, and a romantic at heart. He believed in the after world, reincarnation, he believed in true love and soulmates, and that there was always fate there to guide him to where he needed to be. He had believed Jin-i to be his soulmate, but soon after her death, despite the immense sadness he felt, he knew she hadn’t been the one. Fate had been kind to him, showing him a glimpse of what he could feel, promising that it had only been the beginning of how love would feel. It had allowed him some practice before true love found him.

Jin-i could have been a problem. If she had lived, what would have happened when he found his soulmate? He had always swore to be a loyal husband, so an affair would have been out of the question. Of course, there was always the option of just completely removing Jin-i from the situation, but he wasn’t too sure if that would have sat right with him.

Thankfully, he didn’t have these stresses anymore. He would be alert, ready to find the woman he was destined for, and all the while, better himself for her. Although, he wasn’t sure what more he could improve on.

Well, maybe he was.

Despite being 25, Jeongguk hadn’t been very experienced with women. He had dozens of them ready for him at any given moment, women that would do anything he desired and more. They had been used before, but not to the same extent his brothers had used them. Jeongguk had only used the women when his hand would no longer work, and even then he would only let them suck him off. He wanted he and his soulmate to experience sex together, for the first time, to be each others firsts. That plan very quickly went out the door.

He had been devastated to realise Jin-i wasn’t his soulmate. His promise to himself, to remain a virgin, had been ruined. After Jin-i’s husband's unfortunate death, Jeongguk, admittedly had little self control at the moment. He had slit her throat, and as she bled to death, he fucked her. A poor, and messy choice on his behalf. But the sight had been so exciting. The blood that covered her face and body, getting all over him as well was a feeling he wished to someday replicate. She had choked out incoherent words, clawing at any bare skin her nails could find with leaky eyes. 

She had never looked prettier.

He had been devastated at first, guilt eating away at him. He was saving himself for his soulmate, and he was soiled. Jin-i had ruined him. 

Would she be disappointed in him? He wouldn’t be able to blame her.

It had admittedly taken the prince a while to realise Jin-i wasn’t his fated one, and in his distraught state, he had.. Let himself go a little. The concubines had dropped in numbers, quitting or going missing after the youngest prince got his hands on them. He was too rough, too demanding, too unstable. Most women left bloody and bruised after their hours with him, weeping and begging the Emperor to release them of their duties.

Jeongguk had felt something in his chest. It ached, and pulled. It had felt that way since morning, and he had tried his best to ignore it. He was on his best behaviour. But the light tingle in his chest had turned into full fledged throbbing, it was like something was trying to tear its way out of his ribs. Nothing was easing the pain. So he had decided to let the pain lead the way. Whatever it was, the closer it got, the more the pain eased, the further he got the more it hurt.

He probably looked crazy, running around the halls with a hand to his chest, bursting in and out of different rooms. But he didn’t care, all he could focus on was the pang, pang, pang in his chest. The familiar hall that roomed Seokjin and Yoongi came into view, and the ache began to ease more. Jeongguk stumbled slightly, hand to the wall as he moved further down, passing Yoongi’s quiet room first, but the ache remained.

“You can’t be serious about this.” Namjoon’s voice echoed, catching the younger's attention.

“We’re in love, Joonie. Is this not what you all wanted?” Seokjin scoffed, his tone of voice lower than usual. He was pissed.

Jeongguk kept voice, his brother's voices getting cleared and the ache nearly disappearing. Fate was leading him somewhere, he was sure of it.

Seokjin’s door was wide open, Namjoon standing closer to the doorway with a ridged back. The eldest brother stood slightly to the side, one arm on his hip and the other seemed to be wrapping around something–or someone. The youngest prince stood just outside the door, head peeking around the corner of the door only just out of sight. The ache was gone, back to an itch. Whatever fate wanted him to find, it was in there.

“You just met her, how could you love her?” Namjoon groaned, head dropping into his palm. His larger body was blocking off whoever stood beside their elder brother, irking the youngest prince. He was curious.

“Oh what do you know, Namjoon?” Seokjin sneered, pulling away from the body beside him to step closer toward his brother. “Just because you’re so unloved, everyone else has to be too?”

Namjoon’s shoulders shuddered as he sighed, shaking his head. But he said nothing, letting Seokjin step closer, jabbing a finger into his chest. “She will be my wife, it is destiny.” The elder nearly whispered, the words only just ghosting Jeongguk’s ears.

Jeongguk was weighing his options, unsure if he should make his presence known. But it didn’t seem he had to. Seokjin seemed to have spotted him over Namjoon’s shoulder, raising a brow to the younger brother. In shame the youngest brother shuffled into the doorway, head hanging too embarrassed to make eye contact.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled pitifully.

Namjoon raised a brow, looking between the youngest and the eldest. “How long have you been listening?” He asked.

He shrugged. “Not that long.”

Seokjin eyed up the younger boy, purposely shielding you away from him. The young boy looked erratic. Sweat beading on his forehead, a red flush on his neck and cheeks, and his body shaking. Some would think he looked ill.

“Why are you here, Jeongguk?” Jin asked.

The younger boy frowned, itching at his neck. Why was here? He had only been following where fate had demanded, he hadn't thought he would find himself here. He himself was beyond confused.

“I’m not sure hyung,” He paused, thinning his lips in thought. “I just thought something of mine was here.”

It was a weak explanation, but it was true. The elder man grinned, stepping closer toward his brother gently patting his hair.

“What could you have possibly thought could belong to you here?” The tone was almost condescending. This bothered the younger prince, but he simply shrugged. He had nothing to answer with. He knew he had nothing in this wing of the palace, let alone his eldest brother’s room.

Namjoon seemed just as bothered by the eldest boy's tone, shoving the man slightly. He seemed unprepared for the force given, stumbling over and revealing you, wide eyed at the entire situation unfolding. The moment Jeongguk’s eyes fell to yours, the ache returned tenfold. He almost doubled over in pain, his hand shooting up to his chest, nails digging into the fabric of his dark shirt.

“Her.”

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A/N; two more brothers thrown into the mix!! Poor Jeongguk just wants love 🥹 and namjoon isnt sure what he wants. Pls let me know your thoughts bbies! thank you for reading :))))