#pocket sized namjoon

[2hightocare]

NO NUT NOVEMBER.

Synopsis: Jungkook didn’t think stuff through when he made a bet for “No Nut November” he seemed to forget that he can’t say no to you.

Pairings: dilf!jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings— SMUT! cussing, kind of drunk sex?, dirty talk, anal, squirting, spanking, size kink!!!!, jk is pussy whipped, jk eating you out, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) rough sex!!, crying from pleasure, hair pulling, fluff at the very end,

a/n: someone lock me the fuck up… this is in the KUWTB universe, jus wanted to get into jk and oc sex life more… enjoy🥹🤍

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“I am not betting a thousand on Jungkook for no nut; November be fucking for real; he’s going to lose twenty minutes in.” Namjoon says knowing his friend and knowing how you have him wrapped around your pinky will have him losing money.

“I can go a whole month without sex, motherfuckers.” Jungkook gasps, running a hand through his wet hair from his previous shower.

It was Halloween night, and the boys just came back from accompanying Iseul and Ye Joon trick or treating down the neighborhood.

“I’m taking my baby to the rich neighborhoods so she can get the full-size candy bars.” Jungkook squeezes Iseul's cheeks, trying to avoid the cute bunny face paint you had drawn on. Your husband, without thinking twice, matched her outfit with the big fluffy bunny ears on the top of his head, bobbing on his head whenever he would move around.

"You literally live in a rich neighborhood.” Ari scolds, sending Jungkook's arm flying up in his defense.

"Trust, I won’t fuck up!” Jungkook defends himself while the boys have a hard time believing him; the boys only sighed before agreeing.

…

 

Jungkook couldn’t do it; his dick immediately hardened as he saw you walking down the stairs in your playboy bunny costume, the small black leather skirt that barely covers your ass, and your black thong visible to everyone. The black long-sleeve crop top and the bunny ears had him stressing and wishing he wouldn’t have made that bet.

“Fuck, you look beautiful, baby." Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in possessively. His hand lowered to your ass before giving a soft squeeze; you didn’t even bat an eye.

“Thank you, my love.” You give him a quick peck before looking down at his all-black outfit. “You look handsome, daddy,” you wink before walking to the kitchen where Eunbi and Jia were.

You had taken a new habit of calling Jungkook Daddy a joke, and he knew that, but right now the word just worsened the hard problem he has in his pants.

It’s around three in the morning now, and the house is a mess. Iseul is staying with your mother-in-law, who volunteered to take care of her for the night. You were definitely drunk; Ari and Lora came in the house already fucked up, and them being bad influences made you and all the girls take shot after shot, so here you were dancing in your living room as the guys sat on the couch watching you all.

“I think I might owe you all a thousand." Jungkook sighs at his friends. Who’s head snaps at him in shock? “You fucking lost already; are you serious? It's been like three hours!?” Seokjin gasps, and Jimin giggles beside him.

That’s when everyone pulls their wallets and drops wads of cash in Jimin's hands. “I fucking told you he wouldn’t last." Jimin snickers as he counts the money in his hands.

“You guys have no faith in me! I haven’t done anything."Jungkook whispers the last part, "Oh." Jimin says he is disappointed before handing the money back to the corresponding boys.

“Then why do you say that?" Hoseok sighs, putting the hundred back in his wallet before tucking it in his back pocket.

“She’s dressed as a playboy bunny!! A sexy ass playboy bunny.” Jungkook whispers, “Please come on; you would fuck y/n in a garbage bag.” Yoongi says, before sending a signal to Eunbi to stop drinking, to which she only nods 'no', making Yoongi stand up and march her way.

“She would look good in anything—better without anything, actually.” Jungkook says as he sees you down, another shot making him shoot up his seat.

“No more alcohol for you, baby.” He takes the shot glass out of your hands, putting his arm around your waist to keep you stabilized. "Babyyy,” you pout, looking up at him, fisting his shirt, and pulling him closer to your face. 

“What princess?” He says softly, your faces almost touching each other; he can smell the alcohol. “I’m so drunk.” You slur with a goofy smile on your face, gripping onto his shoulders, raising your legs behind you, and reaching for your heel, making you stumble backwards just for Yoongi and Jungkook to stabilize you.

"Yeah, we’re leaving,” Yoongi says as he holds onto Eunbi, who’s slurring a bunch of nonsense, “but I don’t want to leave!" Eunbi whines as Yoongi chuckles as he drags her to the front door.

“We should leave too, then,” all the boys say, standing up and wishing everyone goodbye. “Let’s go, my love,” Taehyung tells Ari, who’s lying on the ground, her police officer outfit long gone, replaced with the big t-shirt you had handed her earlier.

"Nooo, I want to stay with y/n!” She gets picked up by Taehyung, who shushes her with a kiss. “You reek like alcohol,” he chuckles before giving Jungkook a head nod and walking out, Jimin and Namjoon following behind them, being the last ones out, the rest long gone.

Jungkook lays you on the couch, kneeling down, unstrapping your heels, and taking them off before kissing the top of your shin. Making you moan in relief.

“My feet hurt so bad!” You whine loudly before bringing your feet into your chest, making your skirt ride up, giving Jungkook a perfect view of your covered pussy. 

He wanted nothing to open your legs, put your panties aside, and eat you out at that moment, but one, you were drunk, and two, the stupid bet he made yesterday. So instead of doing all that, he stood up and made his way to the main door, locking it before making his way back to you, taking his dirty shirt off in the process.

“You are so hot... Could you maybe have my baby?” You pout, looking up at him, who’s hovering over you with a smile on his face. “You already had my baby, princess.” He chuckles at you, making grabby hands up at him.

“Then another one?” You slur with the goofiest smile on your face as he picks you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his torso as your arms wrap around his neck. “You would slap yourself if you heard yourself right now, baby.” He laughs as you snuggle your face into his neck. 

“If it’s a girl, what would we name her?” You slur your words as Jungkook starts making his way upstairs to your guy's room. “I don’t know, princess, do you know?” He asks you, taking one step at a time. 

“I like Nabi," you giggle. “I like Nabi.” Jungkook repeats after you, giving your puffed-out cheek a wet kiss. “And if it’s a boy, we can name it Junior.” Jungkook suggests entering your guys room.

“Ew no!” You shake your head, sticking your tongue out like you just ate something disgusting. “That’s offensive; you don’t like my name?” Jungkook puts you gently on the bed, crossing his arms in front of him, making his muscles flex as he watches you bite your lip while you look up to him.

“Of course I do. It’s just that’s the name I scream out when I’m getting railed. I don’t want my son to have that name." You shiver from the thought, leaving Jungkook speechless from your boldness.

“Y/n!” He chokes out, "What? I’m being honest!” You slur, trying to put your shirt over your head, only to get stuck with your hands up in the air. “Help me!" you whine.

Your husband laughs immediately, helping you take your shirt off before throwing it somewhere in the room. He watches you struggle to reach behind you to unclip your bra. 

“Turn around, baby; let me help.” He orders, and who are you to say no?

“Mkay,” you say, turning around and letting Jungkook unclip it with his hand, making your bra drop onto the bed. And with that, you fall face-first into the bed. "Yeah, no, get up. We need to brush your teeth and take your makeup off. Come on.” Jungkook picks up your frame as you whine loudly. 

As Jungkook drags you to your guy's shared bathroom in only your skirt, Jungkook sets you up on the sink, and you bring your knees up against you again, making Jungkook want to run into a wall.

Seeing you with your smudge eyeliner and mascara has his thoughts running wild. You are topless, and the tiniest skirt he has ever seen you wear has him imagining how he could bend you over, lift your skirt up, and fuck you raw.

He shakes his thoughts off, getting your light pink toothbrush and lathering it with toothpaste before passing it to you. You lazily brush your teeth with your eyes closed, making small sounds at random times as Jungkook brushes his teeth as well.

“I'm dizzy.. My head is spinning.” You giggle as toothpaste is still in your mouth before spitting it out. Jungkook makes a little bowl with his hand, putting his palm underneath the water and accumulating a good amount before bringing it into your mouth, which you then swish around your mouth before spitting it out into the sink.

“All done," you clap your hands, trying to get off the counter.

“You need to take your makeup off; where are your makeup wipes?” Jungkook asks as he goes through all your skincare and makeup.

“How the fuck do you know what a makeup wipe is?" You slur, your brows furrowing, as you wrap your arms around your legs and up your chest. “Baby what?” Jungkook laughs at your question, knowing he has taken off your makeup countless times before this one.

“I'm mad now.” You pout, pushing your husband's hands off your knees. "Baby, please, I have only taken your makeup off. I promise." Jungkook raises his pinky, which you only glare at.

“Did you fuck her in the legs-up position? Because that’s our position.” You slur once again, making Jungkook chuckle in front of you.

“Baby, trust me, I would not fuck anyone in any position that isn’t you,” he reassures as you stare at his pinky that’s still in the air. “Okay,” you pout in defeat, interlocking your pinky with his.

“You can’t be lying because that’s a pinky promise,” you warn. “Of course, baby,” he says, giving you a kiss on your forehead before opening the small packet. “Be gentle," you whine as you stare at your shirtless boyfriend, who takes a wipeout.

He only nods, holding your neck like a necklace to keep your head straight, and starts taking off your makeup. “I’m hungry,” you say as your eyes flutter closed.

“It’s three in the morning, princess; there's nothing open right now.” Jungkook smiles at your scrunched-up expression. “Did you eat all the cookies?" You peek your eye open. “Maybe..” Jungkook whispers, dropping the dirty wipe in the trash can beside him.

“What! You don’t even share with me anymore.” You mumble as Jungkook picks you up and makes his way to your shared bed, dropping you on it. “I share everything with you, baby,” he says as he undoes his pants to slide into bed with you.

You stare at your husband through your eyelashes as you struggle to take off your skirt. “Need help?” Jungkook chuckles under breath as his pants fall to the ground, leaving him in only a pair of black boxers, his print clearly visible.

"Mhm," you nod, biting your lip as you tilt your head to the side to get a better view in between his pants as he reaches for the zipper on your skirt, pulling it down. "Up, baby,” he orders. You do as he says and raise your bottom up, letting him pull your skirt off, leaving you in your thong.

Jungkook drops the skirt on the floor as he watches you lying on the bed with nothing but the black piece of clothing covering your center. His breath rises as he watches you reach between your legs and move your panties to the side, giving him a perfect view of you.

“I’m so wet, baby, help me,” you whine as you run a finger through your drenched slit. "Baby, I can’t,” he hushes as his dick twitches in his briefs. 

“I’m not that drunk anymore, I promise.” You mumble, giving your pussy a little slap. “Fuck,” you moan.

Jungkook very much wanted nothing but to slam into you in this exact moment, but did he really not have self-control when it came to you? He thought to himself.

"Please... if not, I’ll just fuck myself with my fingers.” You giggled, bringing your index and middle fingers up to your mouth, sucking and twirling your tongue on the tips, all while remaining eye contact with your husband, who’s fighting with himself whenever he wants to control himself or fuck you into the mattress.

But when Jungkook saw you insert a finger, he realized he didn’t have self-control when it came to you, and actually, he could give zero fucks about it, plus one thousand was nothing compared to you.

“Fuck it!” Jungkook grabbed a hold of your hands before pinning them up to your head, making you giggle loudly. “Hi.” You giggle as his face is just a few inches away from yours, and his eyes scan your face. “Hi.” He chuckles and smashes his lips against yours.

You moan softly as he wastes no time inserting his tongue into your mouth. His tongue glides along yours, making noise each time you part apart to breathe. Jungkook abandons your lips, moving to your neck, licking, sucking, and blowing.

“I want to eat you out,” he mumbles into your neck between sucking, leaving purplish red marks. He slowly makes his way down your body, all while remaining in eye contact with you. You use your elbows to prop yourself up, getting a clear view of your husband between your legs.

He chuckles, blowing a kiss to your clit making your hips buck forward, a choked moan leaves your mouth. “You’re dripping for me." He runs a finger through your puffy slit, spreading your arousal all over your pussy. 

You feel your wetness ooze down to your puckered hole and maybe even to the gray sheets underneath you. Jungkook tauntingly hovered over your aching center. “Please, fuck,” you buck your hips up again, making him pin you down.

Jungkook gives your cunt a long and slow lick, “shit.” You whine, your legs squeezing around his face, as he starts lapping on your clit, swirling and sucking. His saliva and your juices mixing together.

He pushes your legs up, spreading your pussy more for him. As he continues to suck harshly on your clit your fingers rake in his hair, pulling roughly whenever he would non-stop flick his tongue on your bud, making you shake. "Fuck, you’re going to make cum.” Your eyes roll back into your head.

Jungkooks cock is painfully hard in his briefs; he shifts from his position in hope to relieve some of the pressure, but it only twitches in return. Your husband brings his tattooed fingers in front of your face and says, "Suck.” He orders, and he doesn't have to ask twice.

You grab ahold of his hand and insert his three large fingers into your mouth, twirling your tongue on the tip and sucking like you would if you were on your knees in front of him.

A rush of blood rushes to his cock as he watches you suck on his fingers. You pop his fingers out of your mouth.

He tugs on your clit one last time before rubbing your sensitive bud slowly. You choke out a moan.

Jungkook inserts one of his finger pumping it in and out of your gummy walls, sending you back into the mattress. “Fuck yes,” you cry. He inserts a second finger, pumping them out quickly, curling them inside you, and hitting your spot each time. You grip tightly onto the sheet as you start to feel dizzy. “I’m coming, shit shit shit,” you cry out. You try to push Jungkook off you as he slides his fingers in and out of you repeatedly, with his tongue flicking your clit sending you over the edge.

Your mouth hangs open as your body shakes uncontrollably. Your pussy clenches around Jungkook's fingers. A rush of fluid squirts out of you, leaving you shaking and gasping for air.

“pretty.” Jungkook chuckles under his breath, giving your pussy a small slap and making you whine from the overstimulation.

Jungkook stands up, watching you squeeze your legs together with your eyes closed and chest heaving. “You good, baby?” He leans over, kissing your face over and over again until you peek your eyes open, and you giggle nonstop.

“Fuck!” You giggle, making Jungkook raise an eyebrow. “So good,” you giggle, “yeah?” He smirks, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Mhm.” You nod, kissing him back. “Let me return the favor.” You reach for his huge hard on, squeezing.

“Let me just fuck you.” He whispers into your mouth as you giggle in response.

“Okay.” You nod. Jungkook slowly stands up from the bed as you watch him push down his briefs, letting his cock spring free. He grabs ahold of the base, giving it a squeeze, and runs his thumb along his aching red slit before walking closer to you. You bite your lip in anticipation, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

He spits down, letting his saliva drip down onto his cock before giving it two pumps, “legs up. ” He taps your thigh for you to do as he says.

You giggle, pushing your legs up, giving your husband an amazing view of your drenched spread out, dripping core.

“Fuck,” he says, aligning himself with your hole and slapping his cock on your pussy multiple times. "Shit, ah,” you moan, digging your nails into your thighs.

Jungkook watches as you clench your pussy over nothing, making his cock twitch. He runs his length over your slit before sliding into you. “Oh shit.” You gasp, biting your lip harshly.

Jungkook has always been too big for you, always stretching you out deliciously every time you had sex. Your pussy always took him so well.

"Shit, shit, shit,” you say, closing your eyes as you feel the burn of him sliding deeper into you. “You can take it, baby.” He hushes, pushing in deeper, and he rubs your clit with his thumb, trying to ease you. 

You can feel him all the way into your belly as he finally is all the way in you. “You take me so well, fuck, baby.” Jungkook groans as you clench non-stop around him.

"Move, fuck, ah,” you cry. You didn’t have to ask twice, as he started sliding out of your hole before slamming back in. Your nails dig into your thighs, leaving marks as he continues to slide in and out of you repeatedly. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slams roughly into you. His hands push your legs down to your chest as he fucks into you, his cock spreading your walls and his tip hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

Jungkook watches his cock disappear into your messy wet cunt; he watches how you spasm every time he pounds into you; your pussy squirts every time he pulls out; but he doesn’t stop; he continues to slam back in.

Tears stream down your face from the immense pleasure in your core as you reach between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously. “Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.” Jungkook says between gritted teeth, as you only reply with a moan.

“Look at you squirting all over my cock.” He pulls out, spurs of liquid come rushing out of you, and your legs shake as your pussy convulses from each spurt. “Ahh fuck.” You moan as Jungkook rubs your pussy; your hands reach for his, trying to push him away, but failing as you orgasm with a long, loud moan.

“Good girl.” He groans.

“I can't... fuck,” you choke out, trying to catch your breath. "Yes, you can." Jungkook flips you over to your stomach. “Ass up.” He demands giving your ass a spank. 

You bring your ass up in the air, leaving your upper body laying on the bed totally spent. “Fuck pussy, so messy." Jungkook runs his cock through your pussy before sliding back in.

"Shit, this angle fucks me up,” he groans, getting ahold of your waist and squeezing roughly, probably leaving marks, as he slams into you. You dig your head into the mattress, biting onto the sheets, silencing your screams. The wet sound of him pounding into you and your screams are the only things being heard in the room.

“You love being fucked like this, huh?” He moans, pounding into you from behind. You don’t reply. 

He pulls out and pulls your hair up. “Answer me. You love being fucked like this, huh?” He whispers into your ear, your back arched against him.

“Yes.” You cry, and tears stream down your face. “Yes what? Baby.” He chuckles from your disheveled state, “I love being fucked like this.” You stutter over your words; the only thing your brain can comprehend is that you wanted to come again for the third time.

And with that, he lets you go. As you fall back down onto the bed, Jungkook spreads your ass cheeks, watching your pussy and asshole clench over nothing. “Spread open.” He orders you.

Jungkook watches how you do as he says and spread yourself open for him. He takes the base of his cock and aligns himself with your other hole. He rubs over some of your arousal to your asshole, inserting the tip of his cock before pushing the rest of his length inside you, “Fuckk.” You moan loudly, "Relax, baby.” He groans loudly at how tight it is.

This is not the first time Jungkook has fucked your ass, but the stretch of his cock always feels like the first time. He stays for a few moments, still waiting for you to adjust. "Go," you whimper. A green light for him to thrust.

He spreads you open more, watching his cock slip out of your hole before thrusting back in slowly. You moan under him, and you reach under him, rubbing your clit softly as tears run down your cheeks.

“Such a good fucking girl.” Jungkook moans, squeezing your ass and restraining himself from pounding into you at that very moment.

You insert two of your fingers into your pussy, sliding them in and out as Jungkook slides his cock into your ass. "Faster, please,” you whine, fucking your fingers into you as Jungkook speeds up his movements.

Your legs shake barely holding up as he pounds into roughly moaning loudly each time you clench, “You fucking like that?” He chokes out each slam he thrusts into you. “Keep taking it, baby.” His balls slam into your pussy, which each push.

“Fuck so good.” He moans, not stopping his movements. Both of you are sweating as you bite down on the gray sheets, feeling your pussy spasms with liquid with each thrust. “I’m coming.” You shriek,

“Go ahead, baby.” Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head, watching you shake underneath him. His body locks up, and black and white spots fill his vision as his dick twitches in you before spilling his seed into you with a loud groan.

“Oh fuck.” Jungkook pants as he slides out of your ass, his come oozing out of you. You fall onto the bed, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you whimper softly from the outstanding orgasm you just went through.

"Fuck, are you okay, baby?” Jungkook makes his way to you, flipping you over to be able to see your face. You whimper softly with your hands covering your face. "Shit, baby, did I hurt you?” He panics, shooting straight up and taking your hands off your face.

He sees the tears streaming down your face, and that sends a blow to his heart. "Baby, where does it hurt?” He scans your body and tries to soothe your shaking legs, rubbing his palms up and down your thighs.

“I’m okay.” You whimper between cries. 

“Then why are you crying, my love?” He pulls you up into a sitting position before kissing your tear-stained cheeks. "felt so good.” You cry. A wave of relief hits Jungkook. "Baby," he chuckles, giving you kisses all over your face.

“I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” You cry as he laughs softly while standing up, finding his briefs on the ground before stepping into them. He goes into your guys' shared closet looking for a pair of underwear for you and one of his shirts.

"Here, baby, let me help you.” He makes his way to you; he sits beside you as he helps you put on your panties and his shirt.

“Do you need anything?” Jungkook asks, putting your hair behind your ear. “No, I'm super tired; I want to cuddle.” You say snuggling under the covers with a big smile on your face, and Jungkook follows in beside you.

…

The next morning, Jungkook called in for an emergency meeting as he was waiting for the boys to come in. Taehyung arrives first with a guilty expression on his face, and before Jungkook could ask what’s up, Hoseok and Namjoon come striding in. And not long after all the boys started striding in.

“So..” Jungkook starts, “I fucked up.” And with that, he drops a thousand on the table in front of the boys. Nobody moves, and nobody says anything until,

"Oh, thank God, and I thought it was going to be just me." Taehyung drops a wad of cash, with the rest of the boys following along, dropping cash on the table.

“Are you fucking serious!?” Namjoon stares at his friends with his jaw wide open. “Am I the only one who took this seriously?” Namjoon shook his head at his friends.

“Honestly, I don't regret it at all.” Jungkook shrugs.

[tsukisrants]

The Babysitter - Kim Namjoon

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.240

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Age Gap (Reader is 18 and Nam is 27), Babysitter!Namjoon, Daddy Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Spit kink, Verbal humiliation, Degradation, Praise, Choking, Face-Slapping, Hair-Pulling, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Size Kink, Spanking, Slight Breeding Kink, Creampie.

Snippet: “Little girl isn’t so little anymore, huh?” he says, smirking as he gets closer to you.

-smut under the cut-

"This is so ridiculous," you mutter.

As you tidy up the room, folding the clothes that have been piled up for days, you repeat to yourself that all of this doesn't make sense.

You're not a child anymore, and it's not fair for your parents to continue treating you as if you were one.

A babysitter.

As if you were still eight years old.

You sigh heavily, running a hand through your hair.

You move it away from your face and turn to look at yourself in the mirror.

You're an adult now.

But your parents don't seem to truly realize that.

They'll be away for the weekend and they don't trust leaving you alone at home completely.

You, who were looking forward to enjoying some time for yourself, find yourself having to succumb to their paranoia and let this little dream of peace be swept away by the arrival of this damn babysitter.

"He's not a real babysitter, Y/N. It's just Namjoon, that dear boy, doing us a favor and keeping you company. Stop acting spoiled," you hear your mother's voice repeating incessantly, like an unstoppable litany that accompanies you with every step you take inside your room.

Namjoon.

You haven't seen him in a long time now.

A few years older than you, he earned some pocket money helping your parents with household chores and being your babysitter.

When you were eight, and he was seventeen.

But now?

Now you're eighteen, and he's twenty-seven.

It even surprises you that he agreed.

He came back to town for some reason unknown to you, and your parents immediately roped him in (although your mother keeps insisting that he volunteered).

Just the idea of seeing him again terrifies you, embarrasses you.

He was your first crush, the one you hid behind walls to watch him do chores, the one who made you blush to the point where you could feel the skin on your cheeks burning.

You were truly pathetic, following him around like a lost little puppy.

But you were just a little girl at the time.

Now, you are not anymore.

So, as you change for the evening, you curse your parents and their stupid trip and their stupid fears.

You put on a pair of shorts and a hoodie and, with an expression of pure disdain, you leave your room, determined to hide there soon enough.

As you descend the stairs, you hear voices echoing through the house.

Absentmindedly, you adjust your glasses, and immediately feel a shiver run through your body when, among two familiar voices, you hear a very different one: deep and raspy.

It must be Namjoon.

You take a deep breath, then enter the living room.

He’s there.

The three of them, immersed in conversation, don't realize you finally left your room and joined them.

You take advantage of these moments in which they still haven’t noticed you to look at Namjoon as best you can.

He's a man now.

Far from the boy you remember.

He's tall, imposing.

Beautiful.

Incredibly beautiful, breathtakingly so.

So beautiful it hurts.

Disheveled hair, powerful hands, and broad shoulders.

Just looking at him, you feel small.

Lost in admiration, you don't realize that your parents have stopped talking to him and that all the three of them are now looking at you.

You blush under their gaze.

Under Namjoon's burning gaze.

He looks at you from head to toe with an expression you can't decipher, and you nod a greeting, moving your head and attempting a smile.

When Namjoon returns your smile, for a brief moment you feel like you've returned to being that little girl who timidly asked her big brother (because that's what you were used to calling him) to help with homework, or to pick you up and carry you from one room to another when you pretended to be too tired from school to do it yourself.

He spoiled you like never before, and you're not sure if you can find traces of that sweet and sensitive boy on his face anymore.

You’re not sure you mind.

As you two go on with what seems to be your own little staring contest, your parents leave the room to go get their bags and eventually leave.

You stand in front of him, unsure of what to do or say.

He beats you to it, and his voice makes you squirm on your feet.

“Little girl isn’t so little anymore, huh?” he says, smirking as he gets closer to you.

His words embarrass you, and once again you feel your cheeks burning.

One of his hands finds its place in your hair, tousling it just like he used to do when you were a child.

"Namjoon!" you exclaim, slapping his hand away.

He tilts his head to the side, a mocking expression on his face.

"Y/N!" he responds, mimicking you.

Then, he bursts into laughter. The thunderous sound caresses your body, and without even realizing it, you find yourself laughing along with him.

"You're not a kid anymore either," you let slip.

In response, his smirk intensifies, and you roll your eyes.

Namjoon is about to reply or retort, but your parents interrupt him before he can do so.

Your mom approaches you and hugs you, and you find yourself reminding her once again that she's not leaving the country to go to war, but for a love escape with your father. She silences you, and while your father chuckles and says goodbye to Namjoon, she shows all her concern and bids you farewell with another never ending list of recommendations.

When your parents finally leave the house, you release a sigh that you didn't know you were holding back.

You enjoy the peace that echoes in the house, but it doesn't last long: when you turn around, you are greeted by the sight of Namjoon sitting with his legs spread wide open on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

You remain still for a moment, feeling insignificant in front of the scene before your eyes.

Namjoon doesn't pay attention to you, too busy fiddling with his phone. That is until he moves his head to push his hair away from his face and meets your gaze.

"I'm ordering something to eat, kiddo. What do you prefer?" Namjoon asks, tapping the couch with his hand to signal you to come sit next to him.

You struggle to find an answer at first. Then, mumbling some excuses, you approach him.

"I'm not a kid," you reply, before letting yourself fall onto the couch, keeping a few inches of space between your bodies.

Namjoon simply raises an eyebrow and nods in response. It's not convincing at all, and you huff, exasperated.

Adjusting your sweatshirt and pulling its edges to cover your legs as much as possible, you think about his question. Eating now seems impossible to you. Your stomach is in turmoil because of him, and you hate yourself for it.

You thought you had grown up, but now it doesn't seem that way anymore. Not with him so close.
Namjoon makes you feel small and helpless just by being close to you.

And your mind starts to wonder how smaller you’d feel with him towering over you.

You shake your head and push that thought away, shivers running down your spine just from thinking about him touching you.

"Pizza. Pizza will be good," you mutter, while also scrolling through your phone to try to distract yourself, at least a little.

Namjoon nods and orders for both of you.

You're grateful that the search for food has kept you somewhat occupied.

Namjoon is now looking at you.

You can't read his expression, but you only know that it weighs on your body.

As he looks at you, he tilts his head to the side, hinting at a smile.

You talk for a while: he tells you about his travels, his adventures around the world.

You get lost in listening to him, and between one story and another, there are jokes and small provocations.

But at the same time, lost in the conversation as you are, you feel time stand still: or rather, go back.

When it's your turn to speak, you regain the enthusiasm you had when you were just a child, and his eyes don't miss a single movement of yours.

You swim in the pleasure of having all the attention on you, for you.

"You've grown up well, little princess," he murmurs after a while, and Namjoon messes up your hair again.

You roll your eyes, sighing heavily.

"Stop it, I told you! I'm not eight years old anymore, you know?" you retort, and you almost stand up to stomp your feet on the ground out of frustration.

Namjoon chuckles before running his tongue over his soft lips.

"Believe me, Y/N, I've noticed," he murmurs, as his eyes roam your body from head to toe, caressing your skin.

You blush, and feel a warmth starting to build in your lower abdomen.

"But that doesn't mean you can't be my little princess, right? Like the old times, little one," Namjoon says, and his eyes start to darken, his gaze becoming more intense.

You watch him discreetly adjust his pants, and your eyes widen at the thought of what that might mean.

Is he... getting turned on by this? Are you turning him on?

But it can't be, not while he's talking to you like this.

Yet, the scene in front of you seems clear enough.

You don't dare to do much, but you allow yourself to dream, to hope.

You hope he might want you the same way you seem to be dreaming of him.

You try to argue back, to find a way to respond to him, but you are interrupted by the doorbell ringing, snapping both of you out of your thoughts.

As you go to stand up and answer the door to the delivery person, you are stopped by Namjoon.

His hand grabs your wrist, squeezing it tightly. He holds you in place, standing in front of him.

His hand is so big that it completely immobilizes your wrist, wrapping around every inch of it.

You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head to the side, confused by his gesture.

"Where do you think you're going?" Namjoon growls.

"T-to open the door?" you respond, hesitantly.

"Not dressed like that, you're practically naked," he retorts, standing up himself.

Still holding your wrist tightly, Namjoon is in front of you: your head at the level of his chest.

"I'll open it. You go get some glasses. Come on, go," he adds, before letting go of your arm and passing by you, leaving you alone in the living room.

You hear him talking to the delivery guy, and you think back to the scene you just experienced.

Namjoon got jealous.

He acted out of jealousy, and although it would usually annoy you, you can't help but smile and feel gratified.

And maybe, a little excited too.

You hurry to do as he told you, driven by the desire to please him. You quickly move from the living room to the kitchen, grab two glasses and a couple of napkins, and return to the living room, placing everything on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Namjoon joins you shortly after with the pizza boxes in his hands.

"Well done. Some things never change, huh? You'll always be my good girl," Namjoon praises you, and you almost choke on your own saliva, coughing like an idiot.

He doesn't say anything, but you can't miss the satisfied expression on his face as he sees your reaction.

He places the boxes on the small table and then sits on the floor, on the carpet, motioning for you to do the same.

Of course, you comply.

Obediently, you do as he says and sit next to Namjoon.

He rewards you with a smile and a wink.

In order to escape the pressure of this whole scene, you dive into the pizza, taking a bite and keeping your gaze low on the cardboard in front of you.

For a while, you eat in silence, exchanging light chatter and simply enjoying each other's company.

Then, Namjoon clears his throat.

You've finished eating by now, and you remain seated on the carpet with the TV on to keep you company. You look up to understand what he wants, and he chuckles, leaving you even more perplexed.

"You've got something on your face," he murmurs, pointing to your face.

"Where?" you reply, alarmed, trying to hide your face behind your hands, embarrassed.

"I'll take care of it," Namjoon replies, slowly approaching you.

You startle, and try to shake your head to let him know that there's no need for him to bother, and that you can take care of it yourself.

But he doesn't accept objections.

"Let me do it, little one. I'm here for that, right? Namjoon is here to take care of you," he whispers, before grabbing your face with one hand and forcing you to look at him.

A faint hiss escapes your lips at his words, and you wonder why his tone and way of speaking have such an effect on you.

He rubs his thumb on your cheekbone before sliding it over the reddened skin of your face.

"There you go," Namjoon says, rubbing his thumb against the corner of your mouth.

At this point, you're not even sure if you really got dirty. You realize that you don't care at all.

Not if Namjoon has his hands on you.

"Be a good girl, Y/N, come on..."

You furrow your eyebrows, with your heart beating wildly.

You don't understand what he really wants, or maybe you don't want to understand.

"Open your mouth, baby. Clean up daddy's fingers," he urges, rubbing his thumb over your parted lips.

You gasp, and suddenly you feel unable to breathe properly. You can’t believe your ears, can’t believe that this is actually happening.

You can’t believe you like it so much.

You can’t believe it feels so fucking good.

“N-Namjoon-ie… I-I… what?” you mutter, confusion flooding your mind.

He shakes his head, his expression stern and disapproving of your choice of words.

“That’s not my name, is it? What do you call me, little one?” he asks, finally shoving his thumb past your lips, rubbing it down your tongue before sliding it out your mouth and smearing spit over your lips and chin.

You take a deep breath before finally giving in, arousal taking control of your body.

“D-daddy, please…” you stutter, shaking under his soft touch.

He curses under his breath, his tongue poking at his cheek before sliding across his lips, wetting them.

“Please what, Y/N? What does my princess want?”

Fuck if you know.

There’s not a single coherent thought in your mind right now, so you try to mumble out an answer of some sorts, only coming up with a few pleads and moans.

He huffs out a laugh, so condescending and mean in the sweetest way possible.

“W-want you to…to take care of me. Daddy, please, take care of your little girl, just- whatever you want.”

You are a little ashamed of the desperation with which you utter these words, but you can't stop yourself. Even the shame burning in your stomach is pleasurable: it arouses you to feel this way, desperate and pathetic for him.

And he likes it too, judging by his reaction. Judging by the curse he lets slip and the way his chest rises and falls quickly, his breath labored and out of control.

"Is that really what you want, sweetheart? Are you sure? Daddy wants to do bad things to you. All kind of dirty, nasty things to your tiny little body."

You nod. Trembling like a leaf, you move closer to him, needing to have him by your side. The warmth emanating from his body is comforting, and you feel desperate to have him touch you.

"Do whatever you want to me, I trust you. You've always taken care of me, always. I-I want you to take me. Make me take it, make it hurt, anything.”

Your words greatly gratify him, and are enough to make him snap definitively.

With one hand he grabs your neck, using his hold on you to bring you closer to his body.

Then, your lips collide.

The moment they touch, you will never forget it.

"Fuck, babygirl, you taste so sweet," he grunts against your mouth, his hand around your neck tightening until you gasp, out of breath, and moan against his lips.

Your hips move out of your control, trying somehow to meet with his.

“I’ll make it hurt, doll. Daddy will hurt you so good,” he says, and while he still is choking you, with the other hand he grabs your hair and pulls at it, forcing your head to follow his movements.

Your neck is exposed, and his mouth is on you almost immediately.

His tongue flows freely over your skin, his teeth scraping against your neck before sinking in, biting you hard.

It hurts, damn it.

So fucking painful, and you moan loudly, trembling uncontrollably on his legs.

He bites you, sucking on the skin of your neck. The undeniable mark that you belong to him to mark your skin.

He abandons your neck and, moving away from it, Namjoon takes a few seconds to admire his artwork. He smiles satisfied, before pushing two of his fingers against the bruise forming on your skin.

You flinch, gasping in pain that runs through your body.

"Thank me. Say thank you to your daddy for hurting you, come on. Show me how well you've grown, use your manners."

Your eyes roll back into your head for a moment, as you breathe heavily at his words.

Your panties become increasingly wet, your pussy throbbing and begging for mercy.

"T-Thank you, daddy. Thank you for hurting me, thank you..."

You’re fucking mess: there’s a drop of drool sliding down your swollen lips, your neck is exposed and your hair is all messy from when he pulled it.

“My pretty little slut, so well behaved. Daddy’s proud of you,” he says, before moving forwards to kiss your forehead.

You smile at his gesture, your hands finally moving to touch him: you grabs his shirt and hold it in your hands, keeping him close to you.

“So desperate, aren’t you?”

You nod, because there’s no point in denying the truth.

You truly are desperate for him, and you like it. He’ll take good care of you, you just know it.

"What do you say, little one, do you want dessert? You've been good, so if you want, daddy will let you take his cock in your mouth, what do you say?" he whispers, stroking your cheek with his thumb, before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

As soon as his words register in your mind, you find yourself begging him.

God, if you want it.

You want to feel it in your mouth, you want him to use you, you want to make him feel good, to make him enjoy it, to be good for him.

You want him to look at you with that look full of admiration, of desire.

You want his eyes always on you.

He smiles at your eagerness, before scooping you from your hips and forcing you to follow him near the couch.

He sits there, legs wide open.

You’re still on the floor, kneeling prettily between his spread thighs.

He grabs your hair and pushes you head down against his crotch, the gesture so harsh that you gasp against the fabric of his pants.

You feel his hard cock against your face, and you nuzzle on it, moaning loudly.

While you rub your cheeks and nose against his clothed cock, he closes his legs, squeezing your head between his powerful thighs.

It’s hard to breathe, but you manage.

“Just like that, little slut. Choke for me, smell my cock, fucking nuzzle on it.”

In contrast with his words and harsh behavior, he pets your hair like one would do to a pet, making you cry out.

“Daddy, want it in my mouth, please…”

He groans, before releasing your head from where it was being pushed down.

“Open up, stick your tongue out,” he orders as he unzips his pants, pulling his cock out of the confines of his black boxers. It’s so fucking thick, the tip wet and shining with pre-cum, veins popping as he slides his hand up and down his cock.

Tongue out, you let saliva slide down from it till falls down your chin and even down to the carpet.

He slaps his cock against your tongue, again and again.

He rubs the tip of it against your face, tracing it and smearing his juices over your skin, making your face all messy.

“You look so slutty, little one. My princess so full of cock. Can’t wait to fuck your pussy,” he moans as he pushes your head down, forcing you to lick his length from the tips and then downwards.

“Take daddy’s balls into your mouth, pretty girl. Choke on them,” Namjoon says, forcing your mouth to open up to suckle at them.

You do as he says, moaning helplessly and sucking on them, rubbing your tongue against the sensitive skin.

While you do that, Namjoon keeps touching himself, grunting and moaning loudly.

Then, he stops.

He quickly grabs his shirt and takes it off.

Now shirtless, he looks even hotter than before.

He takes his cock away from you, and you cry out your disagreement, whining and protesting softly.

Your words die on the tip of your tongue when his hand collides with your cheek.

He slaps you right on the face, making it turn to the side while you hiss in pain, tears filling up your eyes.

“Don’t you fucking dare act like a spoiled brat. You take what I give you, when I give it to you, do you understand?”

When you fail to answer him out loud, only nodding your agreement, he shakes his head, making a clicking sound with his tongue.

“Words, sweetheart. Do you understand?” Namjoon repeats, grabbing your chin harshly and turning your head to face him.

“Y-yes, daddy. I promise I’ll be good.”

Now it’s his turn to nod, before gently petting your cheek, right where he hit you a few moments before. You rub you cheek against his hand, almost purring.

“Sweet little kitten,” he whispers, before bending down and grabbing you by the hips, forcing you to stand up.

“Strip.” Namjoon orders, falling down against the couch, going back to touching himself as he watches you.

Slowly, you comply: you strip under his burning gaze until you stand there completely naked, squirming in your place and blushing. He moans at the sight of you, his hand moving faster as he teases one of his nipples with his hand for a while.

He’s so hot it hurts.

You feel the stickiness between your legs dripping down your thighs, and you rub them together to try and ease some of the pressure you’re feeling.

He notices, and motions at you to get closer, before sliding down the couch and getting comfortable.

“Sit on daddy’s face, doll.”

Your legs almost give out as you hear him utter those words.

You immediately comply, approaching him.

When he notices your hesitation, unsure of what to do, he smiles sweetly at you.

Then, he grabs you by the hips.

As if you weigh nothing, he lifts you up and helps you straddle his face.

It's embarrassing, and you blush deeply.

He moans beneath your body, biting the inside of your thigh.

You flinch, your hands immediately finding grip in his hair.

When his tongue finally meets your wet pussy, the moan that escapes you is almost pornographic.

Your body trembles, and he starts licking you as if you were the most delicious and succulent dessert in the world.

His tongue rubs against your skin, tasting you.

His nose rubs against your pulsating clitoris, and the sensations you feel don't compare to any past experiences.

Namjoon is completely ruining you.

Drops of your pleasure slide down his chin, and he licks your pussy with an unprecedented hunger.

He pushes his tongue inside your warm little hole, fucking you with it, sinking into you again and again.

You feel that, with one hand, he continues to pleasure himself.

With the other, however, he surprises you: he spanks you, hard.

The pain is enough to send you close to orgasm.

"More, p-please..." you whisper, lost in the immense pleasure he is giving you.

He obliges, spanking you again, with even more force. As he hits you, you start to feel your legs shake from where they're wrapped over his head, and you start to call out "daddy!" in a litany, trembling under the force of the pleasure you're feeling.

“C-can I cum? D-daddy! Daddy, please, l-let me cum, please, please…”

He grunts, fucking you even harder with his tongue.

His hands grip at the flesh of your ass so tight it hurts, so tight you know there’s gonna be marks of his touch all over your skin.

“Do it. Cum on daddy’s face, princess.”

You tremble uncontrollably, your body filled with waves of pleasure.

Namjoon fucks you with his tongue while you come for him, showing no mercy.

You pull his hair, using the grip you have on it to keep yourself anchored to reality.

In the end, your body gives in and, overstimulated, you collapse forward, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

He drinks your juices, your warm juices.

He drinks your orgasm and licks away every trace, before slipping out from under your body and letting you fall onto the couch, your face pressed against the pillow and your naked body exposed.

"Now it's my turn, little one. Daddy is going to fuck this little pussy of yours, break it, rip it in a half," he warns you, kneeling on the couch and grabbing your hips, positioning you as he wants: face down, with your ass pulled up and exposed for him.

He grabs his cock and slaps it against you ass, before rubbing the tip of it against your wet folds, hissing in pleasure as they hug his cock, begging him to shove it inside.

“Hold your cheeks open for daddy, princess. I wanna watch as I destroy this puffy little pussy. Wanna ruin it, make it all sloppy with my cum.”

You moan and follow his orders, grabbing your cheeks and pulling them apart, exposing your holes to him and making your own pussy gape as it begs to be filled.

“Ruin me, daddy. I want you to fuck my pussy, please? Please, daddy? Mess me up, use me…”

He doesn’t make you repeat yourself.

Holding his cock at the base he guides it against your gaping hole before pushing inside.

He’s inside you in one deep and hard stroke. All the way inside of you, your pussy hugging his cock in a tight fit.

“Such a tight little pussy for me,” he praises you, watching closely as his dick opens you up.

Namjoon spits down on you, making it even wetter.

“F-feels so good, love your cock…” you moan, hips moving on their own to meet his strokes.

Namjoon fucks you hard and fast, his cock stretching you to your limit as he pounds into you restlessly, hard and fast.

It’s so fucking loud: you’re so wet that your juices are covering his cock, sliding down the length and balls, the sound of it so obscene and dirty.

"You're such a whore, little one. You really love getting fucked, don't you? My cock-hungry little slut, that's what you are. A pretty princess with her pussy wide open."

His words are sharp, accompanied by the relentless and merciless thrusts of his cock burying itself in you, enough to make you see stars.

You can't even ask for permission or warn him this time.

As soon as his fingers slip between your legs to tease your swollen and needy clitoris, you come for him, gripping his cock like a glove.

Caught in spasms, you feel your own drool dripping down your chin, and your eyes roll back.

You've never cum so hard in your entire life.

“You’re squeezing my cock so hard, baby. Making daddy feel so fucking good, good girl,” he praises you, bending down to leave a kiss on your head.

He fucks you through your orgasm, and now is his turn to chase his pleasure.

He uses your body.

His much bigger figure completely dwarf yours, and you feel helpless under him: he could do anything he wanted and you wouldn’t be able to stop him.

Not that you’d ever try to deny him anything, of course.

You’re his sweet little girl for a reason, after all.

“I-I’m gonna cum soon, love,” he grunts, sweat falling from his forehead as he slides his dick down your cunt.

“I-in me, daddy… Cum in me, breed my pussy.”

Namjoon starts to feel the pleasure take over his own body, and now he acts solely guided by his instincts.

Everything in his body is yelling at him to pump you full of cum, breed you and force you to take it all.

But before doing so, he slips out of your body, grabbing you by the hips and manhandling you with extreme ease, forcing you on your back with your legs wide open.

He gets between them and buries himself back inside your pussy, going back to fucking you.

“Want to watch your face as I dump my load in you, babygirl,” he says, and one of his hands find his rightful place by grabbing your neck.

Your mouth falls open, and he moves forward to spit in it.

When you immediately swallow, the lenses of your glasses wet with droplets of his spit, it’s a sight he cannot resist.

Forcing his cock deep inside your pussy, he stills.

Shaking uncontrollably, he cums.

“Take it. Fucking take my cum, every single drop in this slutty hole, fuck. Fuck, baby, you’re my little cum-dump, that’s what you are,” he moans, bending over to kiss you while he chokes you, hips still moving in tiny little movements as he tries to push his cum as deep as possible inside of your cunt, fucking it into you till he hasn’t emptied himself completely.

“T-thank you, daddy…” you whisper, a big, fucked out smile on your pretty face.

He smiles, too, kissing the tip of your nose.

“Thank you, too, my beautiful princess. You’ve been so good.”

You smile at the praise, hugging him tightly.

He buries his face against your neck, breathing heavily.

You rub his back, and you start to feel your eyes get heavy.

“Can we sleep like this? Want you inside.”

Namjoon nods, kissing your temple.

He shifts both your bodies until he’s on his back and you’re seated comfortably over his body, his softening cock still buried deep inside of you.

You smile, and slowly start to drift away. He watches you sleep for a while, before his eyes finally give out, too.

You sleep like that: tangled into each other.

After all, one is never too old to have a babysitter.

[peachypinkygloss]

Rm ×yn smut plss

Swan Lake

pairing: dom!namjoon x sub/fem!reader

genre: smut, established relationship

word count: 2.2k

warnings: buff bf namjoon 👀, reader calls him namu 🥺, daddy kink (i had to, it's namjoon, come on), unprotected sex, fingering, brief handjob, size kink, praising.

He watched you feeding the white swans with a big smile on your face, throwing them handfuls of birdseed. The birds rushed for the food, their beaks dipping into the water. You giggled as you observe them swimming through the lake and Namjoon couldn't help but find you adorable, smiling like a kid.

You had insisted on passing by a store and buying food for the swans before going home. He gave in to your whims, as always. He could never refuse anything to his girlfriend. It was a Sunday morning, so there was pretty much nobody other than you two in the park.

You were crouched down before the lake, your skirt rising slightly on your thighs as you threw the last bit of birdseed to the swans. "Oh, no! Namu, there's no more food for the swans..."

He chuckled as he approached you, handing you his hand for you to take. "That means we have to head home, now, sweetheart." You sighed and took his hand in yours, standing up. You were pouting, still looking at the birds eating the last seeds. "Don't make that face, we'll come back tomorrow if you want."

He cupped your face, bringing your lips to his. He kissed you softly and you placed your hands on his biceps, holding on his big muscles. He backed away to let the both of you breathe. "Yeah..." You quietly agreed.

"Come on." He led you to the car as the snow crunched under your shoes, snowflakes melting as they fell on your cheeks.

You were his angel, his princess who he needed to take good care of because otherwise, who else would? Quite frankly, he never thought someone like you would end up with someone like him, but here you are, being the best girlfriend in the universe.

Namjoon likes small things, it's no surprise his heart chose you.

"It's so cold!" You whined while you crossed your arms over your chest, your hands running up and down to warm you up.

"I told you, baby, skirts are not made to be worn during winter." You scoffed at him, arriving at the car. Your fuzzy socks weren't keeping you warm, but to you, fashion first and comfort second. "Why don't we heat up a bit at the back before going home, hm?" Namjoon asked and opened the driver's back door.

You raised your eyebrows at him, immediately catching the hidden meaning of his proposition. "You have weird ideas, Namu..." You snickered, entering the car as he sent you a smirk. The car was already heated up since Namjoon activated the remote start of the vehicle. He joined you inside, shutting the door. "What are we gonna do, smart man?" You teased him.

"Well, first, I'm gonna warm you up." He smiled, showing you his cute dimples. He patted his thigh, inviting you to sit on his lap. You were about to move closer when he stopped you. "You have to remove your panties, sweetheart."

You bit down on your bottom lip, questioning him with furrowed eyebrows. "Is that so?"

"Yeah, skin to skin contact is much more efficient, princess. You should know that." He looked at you seriously and you couldn't hold in your laugh. He was right, you couldn't contradict him.

"Of course, how silly am I..." You lifted up your hips from the seat and slipped your fingers under the band of your underwear, sliding them down your legs. Namjoon watched you doing it, eyes shining with desire.

You took the garment in your hand and shoved it against his chest, an amused smile crowning your lips. He happily stole it from you, tucking your panties in the back pocket of his jeans. You then straddled his lap, Namjoon's big hands settling down on your naked thighs, dangerously slipping under your skirt.

Your clit pulsated from the sexual tension between you and your boyfriend, wanting nothing more than his touch on your femininity. "I'm gonna heat you up, baby, don't worry." He sent you a grin as you felt his rough digits tickling your inner thighs. Goosebumps ran all over your skin when you looked into Namjoon's dilated pupils, his tongue darting out to moisturize his plump lips.

You moaned out as he traced his finger along your pussy lips, pulling them apart. With the wetness he collected, he gently flickered his forefinger on your bud of nerves, sending a wave of pleasure through your whole body. You slid your arms around his neck and brought his lips onto yours, giving him open-mouthed kisses. Your tongues played together, his own fighting for dominance as you gladly let him had it.

You unzipped your puffy jacket, incapable of keeping it any longer, already hot. You hurriedly removed Namjoon's coat as well, whining as his hand came back in contact with your pussy after.

This time, he pushed his middle finger inside of you, eliciting a little gasp from you. He chuckled, feeling your arousal coating his finger, dripping down on his hand. "Sweetheart can't handle one finger? You're so wet, I would've thought differently..." You clenched your pussy at his words and he totally felt it, making him grin. "I gotta work harder..." He said in a low voice, his eyes following the movements of his wrist, finger pumping in and out of you.

Namjoon placed his thumb on your clitoris, moving it in slow circular motions while his other hand palmed your ass cheek. "My God, Namjoon..." The call of his name ended in a breathy moan, your eyes fluttering shut as you threw your head back.

You could have one other finger, you were sure, but he liked teasing. A lot. He could spend hours preparing you out, giving you orgasms after orgasms because your pussy has to adjust to the size of his cock.

You began to roll your hips against his hand, riding his finger as your chest was going up and down faster. "I'm pretty sure you can add another one, Namu." You complained, moving your hips at the pace of his hand.

"Yeah?" He squeezed the flesh of your thigh, looking at you with an amused and lustful gaze. You nodded while your eyes remained close, focusing on that knot tightening in your belly. "Then ask nicely."

You frowned and pouted at his words, but you executed yourself anyway. "Please, daddy, I really need more. Want your fingers, please."

He chuckled, loving how you submitted to him so easily, how you so obediently followed his order. You were needy, always needy. He plugged a second finger into your heat, wet sounds echoing in the car as he pushed your juices around. "Mmh, yeah, you need it desperately, don't you, princess?" He said in a low voice, his plush lips staring at you viciously.

You moved up and down his digits as Namjoon formed a little hook in you, brushing right on your sensitive spot. "Yes, I do... Need daddy's fingers..." You mumbled under your breath, locking your arms around his neck tighter, your boobs squished against his firm chest.

His thumb pressed harder on your bud, moving in circles faster while he scissored your insides with his two fingers. You moaned loudly, the knot twisting and twisting til it couldn't no more. You gripped Namjoon's hair tightly and he pumped you harder, hitting your spot relentlessly.

You whined into his ear as you bucked your hips, staying still for a moment before your knot exploded and you came all over Namjoon's fingers. You rolled your hips lazily while he thrusted slowly inside of you, driving you down off your high. Your legs and arms trembled as you crashed your mouth on his, making-out with him as a way of saying thank you for the awesome orgasm he just gave you.

"Good job, baby, good job..." You hummed against his chest, cheek pressed on his pecs. He slipped out his fingers from you, his other hand soothing you by caressing your back in circles. "You must be ready now, what do you think?"

"Uh-huh..." You agreed, levelling yourself from Namjoon's body.

Your eyes travelled down to his crotch, erection trapped under many layers of clothes. You reached for his belt, passing the leather material through the metal loop. You unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, tugging down on it as he raised up his hips for you.

You sneaked a hand under his boxers and he hissed when your warm palm met his hardness. You ran your fingers slowly on his cock, biting down on your lip as you looked into his eyes. You couldn't wait longer anymore, so you lowered his briefs as well, joining his pants on his mid-thighs.

Namjoon groaned as he watched you turn around on his lap, presenting your ass to him. His big hands immediately came to knead your ass cheeks and he pushed you down toward his pulsating cock.

He guided his erection to your hole with one hand at the base, swiping his tip smoothly between your folds which made him sucked air through his teeth. He spread your cum on his shaft by pumping himself a couple of times and he noticed the impatience glinting in your eyes so he entered you carefully.

You both moaned out in unison at the intrusion of Namjoon's dick in your cunt, but he slid in so easily, nothing refraining him from penetrating you. You were holding yourself up on his muscly thighs, nails sinking into his skin as he bottomed out inside of you.

"So tight, baby... Such a great pussy, fuck." At this point, you were wondering if it wasn't just his cock that was too big for you. He gripped your hips tightly, definitely leaving bruises. "Bounce on my cock, sweetheart. You can do it."

"I can do it..." You repeated Namjoon's words, which gave you the energy to start rolling your hips on his, his manly hands still secured on you.

The car's windows were now foggy and you were very hot. Sweat was forming at the nape of your neck, making your hair all wet and sticky. You were panting heavily and so was Namjoon.

"Shit... yeah, there we go, baby." He purred, guiding your movements as his cock brushed heavenly against your sensitive walls.

You rode his cock faster, but your legs were tired. Though, you weren't going to end this because of your wobbly legs. Namjoon helped you from behind, slapping his dick in your soppy cunt when your hips bounced back down on his lap.

He smacked your ass, making the flesh jiggled as he slowly took the lead. He let you move up and down, the sound of skin slapping against skin invading the binnacle, but he started to thrust into you more often.

"Mph-!" You whined as Namjoon sunk his feet into the ground, lifting his hips up to meet the mess that was your pussy repeatedly. "Ah, Joonie!" Your mouth spilled out little 'uh, uh, uh's' while he pounded into you, balls slapping against your throbbing clit.

"Yeah, I hear you, princess... It's good, isn't it?" He grunted, his eyes looking down at the way your ass bounced around each time his thighs raised up. His eyebrows were furrowed, focusing on his high, chasing it to finally get his release.

"Mhm! Really- really good..." You said between moans, contracting your walls around Namjoon's fat cock, which made him throw his head backwards. You tried to steady yourself as best as you could on his knees, but it was tricky with him slamming his erection into your wet cunt.

Your hole began to quiver, the assault of his dick making you see stars and little clouds. If someone could make you cum twice in a row, it was certainly your boyfriend and his fat dick.

Your clit was pulsating, throbbing as his tip brushed against the magic spot inside of you. Your fingers gripped harder on his knees, holding on him for dear life. "Namjoon, my clit, please..." He listened to you and shifted his hand from your hip to the sensitive bud between your legs.

He flickered it rapidly with his middle finger, pressing on it to make you reach your high. You moaned out loudly, your second orgasm hitting you even harder than the first one, your legs shaking as your arousal dripped down on Namjoon's dick.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The contraction of your walls around him was his last straw, shooting his cum into you. He splattered your insides white of his seeds, moaning and thrusting his dick slowly to milk himself dry.

He whimpered quietly as he rested against the leather seats of his car, his chest raising up and down. You sighed contently, moving your hips up to let his cock slide out of you. It was covered in both of your cum and the smell of sex was really strong now that you got down off your high.

You turned around again to be met with a tired Namjoon and you giggled softly. You placed shaky hands on each side of his face and he sent you a lazy smirk as you leaned down to peck his plush lips.

You traced a heart on the window beside you in the fog, little droplets of water dripping down the glass. Namjoon watched you, smiling and holding you against his chest.

It was time to get home now.

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Chapter 34

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none :)

Words: 3807

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Namjoon held you close, gently cradling you against his chest as he allowed his scent to linger over you.

Your hair was soon covered in the packalpha's aroma, though he wasn't done yet, carefully looking over you to check if you were okay while he wasn't with you.

It was only natural for the packalpha. You were his omega; he and his packmembers are currently courting, and so it was very important for him that you were always safe and okay.

You were kept well taken care of when you spent your time with Jimin, and Namjoon was by no means worried that you wouldn't be by any of his packmates.

Though, as all of them felt, he too just needed to make sure you were always safe and well.

„Oppa, will we go see Y-Yuki now?” You asked, and your sweet and soft voice was pretty to the packalpha's ears. He couldn't help but smile widely, his dimples showing.

„Of course, sweetheart, hold alpha's hand and I'll take you.” He said gently, carefully setting you back down. He pecked the top of your head.

„Princess, stay with hyung, okay? Here, take this." Jimin smiled sweetly at you, caressing your cheeks before he leaned in, giving you a soft forehead kiss.

The alpha gave you his own credit card, pocketing his wallet quickly. Your eyes grew twice the size, but before you could protest, he carefully pocketed it into your jacket.

Running his chin over the top of your head one last time, you let Namjoon pull you back over to the elevator, the younger man waving until the doors fully closed.

The packalpha led you out gently, as you didn't travel all the way to the minus floor like you always did so far, instead ending at the ground floor.

His arm gently held you at your lower back, leading you over to the front, where a car was already waiting, the black, shiny vehicle looking a bit intimidating.

The windows were dark, so you couldn't look inside but only from within. The alpha took you to the doors, opening them for you before he ushered you inside.

He would be lying if he said that he wasn't worried when they would go to the public with you, especially before any announcements.

Of course, they made sure to wear their masks and tried to have you wear your mask too, if you weren't too against it, but still, there were people to be wary of.

Most army's were sweet, and Namjoon hoped that you wouldn't get too much backlash, but some sasaengs just caused troubles. And he didn't want you to fall into someone's trap.

„Here, little pup, alpha will do it..." He whispered sweetly, gently pushing your hands away when you went to reach for the seatbelt yourself, doing it for you.

With a satisfying click and the packalpha tugging on the safety precaution, he was satisfied, knowing that you were going to be safe.

He leaned closer, giving your forehead a little peck, smiling widely with his dimples showing. Namjoon then closed the car's doors and went over to the passenger seat.

The packalpha told the mall name to the driver; the man dressed professionally quickly nodded before he checked the mirrors, and you were off on your way.

You didn't recognise the personal driver; though, you realised well that he was a beta considering his smell. Namjoon struck up only a short conversion with him, the seemingly older man answering and humming.

The beta was obviously not there to talk to the packalpha, and the younger knew that well. But he also knew that if he would remind you, even unconsciously, of his presence, you would be calmer during the car drive.

„...sure, the winter is colder than it has been these past few years; is the car's temperature to your liking?” The older man asked, taking a short glance at the packalpha who sat next to him.

The driver was well trusted and has been working for them for the past 6 years or so, so he knew not to pay too much attention to anyone the packmembers were taking along the ride.

„I think it's okay, thank you. Do you have any of the radio stations for omegas?" Namjoon asked, taking a short glance to make sure you weren't shivering or anything like that.

You seemed content, looking out of the window abstinently as your fingers tightly gripped Jimin's card lying on your lap.

The driver frowned slightly, the car coming to a stop as there was a red light before you. He switched on the interactive screen, clicking through the few things available.

He wasn't used to the alphas requesting any podcasts or radios; they enjoyed listening to music if anything, and so the beta didn't have any of the desired stations available.

„Unfortunately, no, sir, I apologize.” He murmured, sighing slightly. Namjoon frowned a little. Surely the driver realised well that you were an omega in need of proper care.

„'s alright.” He murmured, hopeful that you wouldn't grow too anxious and worried over the unknown man's scent.

The drive was luckily quite short, and as you started to get more and more bored and thought you were too scared of the beta to speak with Namjoon, the vehicle pulled up to the front of the mall.

The packalpha exited first, coming over to your side before he opened the doors for you, undid your seatbelt, and carefully picked you up to his chest.

„There, my pup. All safe now, hm? Let's go, so they don't have to wait much longer." He mumbled towards the end, taking a short glance at his expensive watch.

You were both on time; but Namjoon expected them to be there already, considering the omega's excitement.

And so the car drove off, after the alpha told the man that he didn't have to wait up and that he would let him know when you would be leaving.'

With that, the packalpha held you to his chest for a little while longer before he let you down again, making sure to scent you well before you would be out of his arms.

„Come on, pup, take alpha's hand, baby." He said it softly, his palm engulfing yours as he gently started to pull you along.

It wasn't the busiest, but there were quite a few people, and while Namjoon wore his face mask, you didn't.

Though nothing wrong happened, the alpha led you through the long halfway with many stores on each side of it, the exact same way Jungkook pulled you along last time.

Thinking about the alphas reminded you of the rest of the packmembers. Would they be home when you came back? You missed them.

You couldn't help yourself, gently tugging on Namjoon's arm, having the packalpha turn back to face you right away, his eyes darting around as if to check for any disturbance.

He pulled you close right away, stopping at his tracks, his hands taking your soft cheeks between his. „Pup? What's wrong? Tell alpha...” 

Namjoon couldn't really help himself, getting worried quite possibly over nothing, the man slightly bending to see you better. He pulled you closer, suddenly wary of the people around you.

„Will oth-ers be h-home when we come back?” You whispered softly, your hands tightly grasping his. The packalpha felt relief wash over himself, the man sighing out.

He cooed loudly, pulling you closer for a sweet hug. Namjoon pecked the top of your head repeatedly, rubbing his chin and cheek over the top of your head.

„Aigoo, sweetheart... I'm not sure; it depends on when we come home. Do you want me to tell other alphas that their little 'mega wants to see them, pup?

You shrugged your shoulders, making the man smile widely. He held you for a few more seconds before you started the small way over to the art store, looking for the pair you were meant to meet.

When Yuki saw you, the young omega jumped in excitement, pulling onto the older and more calm beta, trying to rush over and greet you.

Moonsik didn't loosen his grip, keeping his packmate close and safe and patiently reminding the younger that you would be there soon.

And you were, as your own excitement spiked up, and so suddenly it was you pulling Namjoon along, the alpha chuckling at how eager you were to finish the last few meters.

„Y/N! I missed you so much!” The omegaboy gasped, finally being released from the beta's protective grip, having him bounce over and tightly hug you.

Moonsik was a beta, so he was naturally much calmer and easiergoing than the young omega, which didn't mean the boy's energy was a bad thing—that was absolutely not true.

Though the older man realised well that the energy he had hidden away in his soul could sometimes spook and shock, considering he was an omega, which were usually a bit meek and shy.

Omegas would only open up later after meeting and might get used to their pack only after a long time, which was to be respected.

And the beta understood that well. While Yuki was in his eyes adorable and sweet, to some he could come off as overbearing and just too much.

It would certainly not be the first day the little omega would come crying to him about losing a seemingly close online friend after meeting them in real life.

Sometimes, things were tough for him and his pack, but even after rearrangements in their lives, Yuki, Moonsik, and Juwon, their pack's alpha, were healthy and happy.

Still, Moonsik was protective and caring, and he didn't really like the thought of Yuki going somewhere fully on his own. He would just worry about the possibilities of danger.

Sometimes, the beta might get even more unreasonably protective, for example, too worried to let the small omega walk completely on his own in the mall today.

He would always hold his hand and make sure he wouldn't lose him. Yuki might get excited over something, run over, trip, and fall on the way, and Moonsik definitely didn't want to worry about any scratches and tears.

You hugged the omega tightly, his scent sweet to your nose. Namjoon let go of your hand to greet the beta, striking up a calm conversation right away as you spoke to Yuki.

„...we have to go there; you'll love it!” The young boy gushed, shaking both of your hands excitedly, looking over his shoulder for his packmate.

„Hyungie? Can we go see the boutique upstairs, pretty please?” Moonsik looked over the both of you, quietly stepping closer, and your alpha was looking too.

„I mean, does Y/N want to go?” He asked gently, not wanting to drag you somewhere only for you to not even wish to be there.

You nodded a little, not sure about the brand he was really talking about, but nonetheless, you wouldn't mind.

„Okay then, let's go.” The beta smiled sweetly, ruffling up Yuki's hair before he had the younger boy hold his hand. Namjoon quickly came over to follow suit.

„Here, pup, alpha will go with you for now." He spoke sweetly. The packalpha wasn't sure how much you wanted to go on your own or truly wish to have him stay by your side.

He wanted to check out the new reading café anyway, and maybe when you'll feel comfortable enough with Moonsik and Yuki, he could wait there for you a bit and maybe check on you from time to time.

Namjoon held you close, smiling softly at you as you travelled up the escalators. The other omega was currently very vividly talking to you about the newest drama happening between two actresses.

The beta led the way, taking your small group over to a brightly signed clothing store. The packmembers didn't usually shop at cheaper stores nowadays, but from time to time they would mingle in to look over the newest items.

„Let's look at the hoodies!” The boy exclaimed, as he has already let you know about the creative and unusual design of their graphic t-shirts and jumpers.

And so you followed, Namjoon sweetly walking by your side. Yuki brought you deeper into the store. It wasn't full, but neither was it empty.

The boutique carried more trendy styles for younger adults, but it was quite well lit and clean, and you didn't mind it one bit.

A lot of the time, less expensive stores would be very scented—and not in a good way. It would be too much for you sometimes.

Of course, it was practically impossible for the lower-ranking retailers to be able to have the store constantly changing and cleaning its air, so it was scentless, but it got uncomfortable for you from time to time.

This store, which seemed to be one of the omega's favourites, didn't carry a scent, and you already noticed quite a few of the little 'O's on the tags, marking the fabric as okay for omegas to wear.

If that were the case, the price would naturally be hiked up, but there were much more expensive stores for omegas to be able to shop at.

The boy pulled out a hoodie from the rack, the cream-coloured plush having little colourful stars all over it. It reminded you of the little, fuzzy black monsters from that one Ghibli film, but you couldn't remember the name.

„Look, Y/N, it's really fuzzy!” He gasped, petting the soft material. You reached over too, nodding approvingly at how comfortable it was.

Though, even when you all stood in the 'Suitable for Omegas' section, the insider lining that Moonsik quickly reached to check was in fact not as comfortable.

„Baby, look at other ones, hm? Hyung will go look too." He said gently, checking if Yuki would be truly okay to stay with you and Namjoon, but as the omega seemed well distracted with showing you the different styles, the beta wasn't too worried.

He wouldn't go too far, choosing to stay very close in case of need. Namjoon held your hand securely the whole time, he himself browsed through a few of the racks.

Maybe if he looked close enough, something you would like would appear. He made sure to check the material well, and on the little tags too.

The packalpha knew that many of the synthetic fabrics could turn itchy and be unsafe for your sensitive skin, and he didn't want you to wear something that wouldn't do you any good.

And so he looked over every detail, usually thinking that something would be too thin and you might grow cold, or that it was itchy, or maybe that the print wasn't nice.

Though, as Namjoon would sometimes be cutely pulled along by you unconsciously, Yuki showed you the different stuff over time, and he found a hoodie he thought you might like.

„Pup? Sweetheart, look what alpha found, my baby; do you like it?” He asked you gently, showing you the pink jumper.

It was soft pink, with the 'strawberry shortcake' show print. It looked adorable, the packalpha thought, and he could already imagine you wearing it.

And he knew he chose something you liked; when your eyes shone a little, and a soft smile appeared. He himself smiled widely, his dimples showing.

„It's really nice, oppa." You whispered softly, gently touching the fabric.

„It is. Do you want it, little 'mega?" He asked you sweetly, his eyes gentle and caring as he looked over your form, one hand still holding yours.

Just as you went to say you weren't sure if this was okay to get, noticing the price tag, you were interrupted. You knew that the packalphas did splurge quite a bit on you already, but you didn't really notice the prices back then.

You were reminded again of how much you used to pay for a hoodie like that, and knowing that this would be far too expensive for you a month or so ago worried you a little.

To be honest though, none of the hoodies you had before didn't give you a rash, or have you fall sick soon after buying them, as they weren't intended for omegas.

„It's adorable!” Yuki gasped, turning from where Moonsik placed the long sleeve he liked into the basket, his attention on you. The beta looked up too, smiling softly.

„It would suit you, for sure.” The kind beta said, noticing that you might be a bit too timid to really voice your wants.

That was okay; you would get better and better at telling people about your wishes and needs, and they would help and support you along the way.

You looked back over to the packalpha, your eyes hopeful. He couldn't help but smile even wider, quickly leaning over to let his chin rub up against your hair.

„Of course, little pup, Alpha will get it for you.” He understood your silent plea, and so he slung the fabric over his forearm and let you lead him behind yourself, going a bit further into the store.

As you came over to the more usual and basics section where the beta needed to go after telling you all a little story about the omega's accident, much to the annoyance of the younger.

Yuki apparently wanted to surprise Moonsik and Juwon not too long ago with a pumpkin pie he would make himself.

Usually, it was either the alpha or the beta cooking, and so the youngest wasn't that skilled, but he tried his best, and the omega was praised profusely by the beta.

Unfortunately, since the omega likes to wear their clothes so much because their smell is practically imbedded in them, he wore Moonsik's sweatshirt and sweatpants set.

And while baking, he got quite messy and spilled a bunch of the filling over himself, and since he couldn't tie the apron by himself, the matching set got it all over.

To be truthful, he tried to tie it many times, but it would always come undone in a short while since he couldn't tighten it well, and so he just didn't wear it in the end, but it was still an unfortune.

The beta wasn't angry back when it happened; he thought he was a bit sad, since it was for the new set he had bought for himself.

The stain couldn't be removed even after numerous tries, and so when the omega started softly crying after taking out the freshly washed clothes that he rushed to clean before either of his packmates would come back home, the beta prioritised his packmate over the clothing.

Yuki got a light scolding from Juwon, though, and soon after, they bought the youngest an apron just for himself that was easier to put on when he would be on his own.

Moonsik chose a darker-coloured set this time, teasing Yuki that he might have to choose the dark brown, almost orange one, so any stains wouldn't be visible.

You giggled at the omega's soft whines, having fun. There was quite a selection of different hoodies, sparking a little idea in your mind.

The off-white one caught your attention, and so as you tried to reach for it, Namjoon quickly helped, handing it to you.

You thanked him softly, only having the man mumble about how he would always be there to help his sweetest omega as you looked over the fabric.

It was the right size too, and so you concluded that this would be perfect, and luckily, without the packalpha asking if that's the size you preferred, considering that the strawberry hoodie was much smaller, he paid for them both, smiling softly at you.

With the beta and omega having one bag held by the older, Namjoon softly held you for a little while, happy to have you close.

„Where would you like to go next, hm?” He asked you gently, crouching a little bit to see you better. He noticed how the jacket's zipper has been a bit undone, sweetly doing it all the way up.

You weren't sure about all the stores in the mall, but you knew that you really wanted to go see that music store you didn't get to go to last time.

„M-music store?” You asked unsurely, looking at the packalpha and a small glance at the beta and omega too.

Namjoon could only smile widely. You were his little muse by now already, and he could already imagine getting inspired by you whenever he would struggle with songwriting.

Maybe, if you would like to, you could make a song with him too? He could already see it before himself: a sweet day spent with just you and him, maybe when the other pack members would be too busy.

He would let himself and you sleep that day in the den, but he would make sure to get up first to prepare you a nice breakfast, and if you would like to, you could eat in the bed too.

Oh yeah, he would like that so much, having your cutely, still half asleep state in the bed between the ruffled-up sheets as he would feed you a bite after bite, scenting you profusely in between.

And when you would both be ready to start your day, he might take you on a short bike ride. That reminded him: Would you like to go sometimes? He would have to browse the internet for some smaller bikes soon if you would...

And you would ride along the Han River, and after a bit, when you would get tired, you would take a short stop somewhere and sit on the grass.

Namjoon would then let you rest on his lap and have you drink so you would hydrate well. Once you catch your breath, you will both be on your way again, taking a few photos, with the alpha setting one as his lockscreen wallpaper.

Once you would both be home again, he could try and prepare you little snacks—nothing too filling—so you could eat numerous times of the day and not have a sudden, too heavy stomach.

And he would take you to his studio and have you sit pretty, perched on his lap, as he would start a new song or maybe talk with you about your opinions on his new upcoming album.

And if you would get bored or tired, that would be all okay with the packalpha; he would let you just sweetly rest against him in full content, maybe nap a few times.

The packalpha would then scent you profusely and have you safe in his arms, running his fingers through your hair whenever your dreams would be too unsettled.

And his words would be sweet and caring, gently shushing you:

„Sh-Sh-sh little pup, don't worry, not sweetheart... Alpha is here, and you are safe, hm? You're alpha's little 'mega pup, aren't you? Alpha loves you. Lots and lots."

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“Couple of Chaos” : A Kim Namjoon/RM Commissioned Request: Plus Size Reader, Messy Reader

Kim Namjoon x Reader, Plus Size Reader, Messy Reader, Established Relationship

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Prompt: Namjoonie and his partner who is just as much of a mess as him. A darling. A lovely person. Love of his life. But just as much of a chaotic mess as he is, lol.

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“Life is the messy bits.” - Lisa Friedman

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Headcanons:  How Namjoon and Reader deal with the both of them being messy as hell. 

First and freaking foremost, you’re both disasters

just full on

You’re both equally chaotic

one as bad as the other

and yet ya’ll will get on each other’s nerves so bad with messes

like…. ya’ll both do it and yet when it’s the other person it’s somehow terrible

hypocrites, the both of yuns

that being said, in a way, ya’ll kinda complete each other

Namjoon is a perpetual passport loser right? 

And I’ve lost count of how many times he’s lost his air pods

Well, cue…. you

His personal storage locker… or purse.  Whichever you want to refer to it

If you carry a purse, just snatch his shit from him and keep up with it so this man can actually board a plane

If you don’t carry a purse but wear a bra, stick it in the boulder holder

If you don’t do either, put it in your pocket for him

If you don’t have pockets then you have bigger problems to worry about that Namjoon-ah and his lack of ability to keep up with his shit

Now, assuming that you do have these things, you do this so often that Namjoon just knows you have them. 

Needs chapstick? If you’re in a relatively private company, he just goes into your pocketeses for it

Passport? Ok, so Namjoon is smart as fuck. We get it.  However, he do be having some primo himbo energy at times.  

Picture this: Airport.  Namjoonie lost passport.  “Oh, wait a second.  I know where it is!”  Just turns and sticks his hand in your bra and deep sea dives in the titties until he has found what he’s looking for. Assuming that you have titties. If you don't, well again- homeboy is just deep sea diving in whatever area you're currently keeping his belongings.

meanwhile, the eyes of everyone around him have been scarred and you’ve just been violated in front of the entire airport 

he realizes this in about 3 seconds and all he can do is give you that cute dimpled smile

of course he’s forgiven.  It’s Joonie.  If you don’t forgive him then I’ll be along directly to deliver an ass whoopin'. Let's not play with sweet Namu's precious feelings. He's an angel and a perfectly wonderful person. Fuck with him and you fuck with me. And I have raged stored from the age of three. I am now in my 30s. I have it and I will use it.

so yeah

and going back to ya’ll getting on each other’s nerves

doom piles

There.  I said it.   

Ya’ll both got doom piles and junk drawers and whole ass closets just full of random crap

and you nearly kill each other over it on a regular basis

“Jagiyaaaaaaaaaaa! Come on! There is a full on mountain of stuff here and you can’t even close this drawer.”  

“Namjoon, would you like to discuss the entire guest bedroom full of figurines? Or perhaps, the closet full of books?  Or maybe, just maybe, you would like to explain to me why there is an drawer in our bedroom full of baby things when neither one of us has any plans of having children anytime soon?” 

“....” *Joon bites lip and narrows eyes

“....” *you lift a brow*

“Alright, jagi. My mistake. You hungry?” 

“Yes, I’m starving.” 

“Wonderful.” he smirks.  “Where would you like to eat?” 

Your head slowly turns around. 

You narrow your eyes at his smug ass face. 

“How fucking dare you, Kim Namjoon?” 

And he has the audacity to smirk at you because he knows he bested you cause you can’t decided where to eat to save your life.

Jokes on him though because you just needed a project.  It was sorting through your doom piles but now that he’s pissed you off it quickly changed to annoying the ever living hell out of him. 

Lowkey though, jokes actually on you because Joon loves it when your fiesty and sometimes purposefully does this shit just to rile you up. 

You also know this about him though.  Which is why you left the junk drawer open and also why you got sassy.   

He likes that you’re a mess and you love that about him too.

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"This is the stuff that drives me crazy This is the stuff that's getting to me lately In the middle of my little mess I forget how big I'm blessed"

- This is the Stuff, Francesca Battistelli

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Members Reaction to the Deities of Destruction and Disaster: 

Seokjin:  (A/N: omfg Seokjin you did not have to be so aggressively attractive. And that goes for you too, Namjoon)

Long suffering sigh.  The hyung energy is strong here.   It’s part frustration and part pure bewilderment as to why, how and what even is he going to do with the both of you.  That being said, Seokjinnie thinks the two of you are super cute together.  You definitely get scolded but also, he cracks easily because come on.  Look at ya’ll.  Thanks God every day that Namjoon uses you as his purse though.  He is so tired of standing around in an airport, lol. 

Yoongi:  (A/N: Cue the dreamy sigh. Just look at them. Look at the smiles. Look at the damn ARMS!)

I’m gonna be so for real with you right now.  He does not give a shit about the mess. I mean, don’t get his things in a mess but if you roll up in a 2003 lifted Tacoma, open the door and a bunch of shit falls out… I mean, maybe he might give you a little bit of a lecture but honestly?  That’s ya’ll’s problem, lol.   But also stop losing ya’ll fucking airpods, the both of you.   If a bra works then do that because he will not be loaning you another pair ever again.  And he refuses to talk about why. 

Hoseok: (A/N: Mother of God. I have the fattest crush on Hoseok. Also peep that cute little Kookie. And how DARE you attack me like this, Namjoon?!)

Never in the history of ever was anyone annoyed more by this than Hoseok, lol.  However, he doesn’t bitch.  Oddly enough, he never complains about it.  He never bitches.  He never lectures.  He does, however, come over to hang out and help the both of you clean your mess.  Hoseok is great for body doubling if you have ADHD.  However, if you have an issue with him doing the cleaning it might be an issue.  It makes him itch and he needs to scratch it.   

Jimin:  (A/N: It's unspeakable how much handsomeness is in this gif.)

An actual ANGEL for body doubling if you have ADHD and you’re trying to handle the depression hoarder situation in your bedroom.  Super respectful and understanding.  He just enjoys spending time with his loved ones so he would gladly come help if you want it or just keep the both of you company.  Because clearly body doubling does not with you and Joon together. You just make it a bigger mess.  Acknowledging this: Jimin finds this chaos hilarious and doesn’t do anything to stop.  Ya’ll are wild and unkempt and honestly? Jiminie is here for it. 

Side note: I am particularly attached to Jimin in this gif. Look how beautiful. Look how handsome. I swear, that man is dangerous. We are all very, very, very lucky that he's such a sweetheart because don't act like if he asked you for a kidney that you wouldn't immediately start looking for something to carve with . And if that happened to be a spoon, we'd all just accept our fate. Don't lie.

Extra Sidenote: Namjoon be looking extra delectable. *chef's kiss*

Taehyung:  (A/N: First of all, damn Namjoon. Those arms. Sweet lord. I'm looking, Joonie. Respectfully, of course..... but I do be lookin. Second, does Taehyung not look like the most precious creature in all the land?)

A precious darling. He does not give a shit about the mess.  He just loves his hyung.  He loves his hyung’s love.  Ya’ll are special to him and that’s how you are.  He thinks it is part of ya’ll’s charm and your charm as a couple.  Ya’ll are a messy couple but not in the having your dirty laundry out for everyone to see way. In a “aw, Jiminie, look at them.  They are such tragic disasters but they’re disasters together.” kind of way.  He will find a way to make it romantic no matter what. 

Jungkook:  (A/N: Just Jungkook out here living his best y/n life, honestly, lol. )

Ok, so here’s the thing, lol.  Jungkookie has had his own issues with messes here and there. Also, let's be honest.... he's got the fattest crush on Namjoon, lol. His crush on Namjoon may even rival the crush I have on Hoseok. Like, I kinda doubt it because there ain't much I wouldn't do for that man but still. Jungkook loves him's Namjoonie. He loves all that Namjoon-ah is associated with. He's his biggest fan, lol. With you, it is honestly the same. Like... his hyung is in love? Who is this person that has captured the heart of the most magnificent Namjoonie? If you managed to do that and Namjoon is happy.... honestly Jungkook adores you. Regardless of the hopeless fucking messes that the both of you clearly are. He and Taehyung share this but in addition to this, Jungkookie will literally help you with anything you need. He just wants to hang out with you both so he'll do like his Jimin hyung and either just chill while you sort or he'll help you. Or just hang out in the chaos and not solve anything, lol. He just loves his hyung and he loves his hyung's love as well. It's as simple as that.

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[bunnys-kisses]

in the dressing room mirror - namjoon kim

rating: e (18+) reader: f (implied plus size & black) summary: you were in need of a new christmas dress, while namjoon suggested that the two of you go somewhere with a high price point you were content with the discount department store you always went to. there was nothing wrong with a good deal you argued. and namjoon simply couldn’t argue back.  tags: smut, fluff, change room sex, oral sex (f receiving)  a/n: happy holidays from your favourite thumper! i know all you want for christmas is namjoon!

it was late at the store, the two of you headed in late enough that it wasn’t busy but early enough that you didn’t overstay your welcome at the store and waste the employees time. they had places to be too.

you were in need of a new christmas dress, while namjoon suggested that the two of you go somewhere with a high price point you were content with the discount department store you always went to. there was nothing wrong with a good deal you argued. and namjoon simply couldn’t argue back. 

he sat outside the change room, hat tipped low and face mask on in the hopes no one would notice him. the dresses you tried on were nice, each of them you padded out in. he honestly would’ve been fine with your first pick of a cherry red dress with black accents, but you wanted it to be perfect. 

he looked up from his phone as you padded out in a gold and white dress, “you look beautiful.” he said smiling under his mask, but you could read the expression in his eyes. 

you exhaled and placed your hands on your hips, “gold makes me look cheap.” you turned to your side to examine yourself in the mirror, “looks good on most, but it seems like i’m trying too hard.” this was the first holiday dinner with the others and you were beyond anxious. 

no matter how much namjoon reassured you, the anxiety ate at you. maybe you looked cheap in all the dresses, maybe you were just cheap. you worried the inside of your cheeks before you exhaled deeply and stepped back into the change room. 

namjoon knew you were freaking out internally, but attempted to keep yourself composed. he put his phone away and got up, he looked over to the front of the section and saw the employee looking outwards and rather bored. she wouldn’t notice. 

phone in his pocket, he crossed the small distance to knock softly on the change room door, “hey, baby. can you let me in?” he smiled to himself as you unlocked the door and he stepped in. casting one last look at the employee who was unaware of what was going on. 

he was behind you as you stood there, feeling insecure in another dress. the dress was white and off the shoulder. it hugged your body and you fiddled with it. he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder.

  “i know you’re worrying.” he said softly, “you’ll get lines if you worry so much about a dress. everyone will be so amazed by your beauty they won’t care about the dress.” 

you exhaled and dropped your shoulders, “i know, i know. it’s one dress for. a very private event. we could be wearing ugly christmas sweaters and no one will bat an eye.” 

  “you know them, they know you. trust me, they won’t mind.” he said softly as he moved up his hand and started to undo the zipper, his lips on your neck, “why don’t we continue to shop with a more relaxed mind.” he kept you tightly against him with one arm while he pulled at one of the sleeves of your dress, “i want to see my angel.” before he left a soft bite on your skin.

  “namjo-” he quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

  “sh, sh, sh. the quieter the better. i know you can be quiet.” his voice like a purr of a kitten that got the cream. he squeezed you tightly to him. he pulled his hand away and grinned at you.

you helped him get the dress off your body, you skin felt warm as you stood there in the change room in nothing but plain bra and panties. he cupped your face and turned you around back to face the mirror. 

  “tell me one thing you love about yourself.’ he whispered, “tell me one thing and i’ll eat you out right here.” 

you worried your bottom lips for a moment, “i don’t know... my knees? my knees aren’t too bad.” 

he chuckled against your warmed skin, “i know you can do better than that.” 

  “my face isn’t bad looking. my hair is nice too.” you touched your curls gently, “not a lot of women with this nice hair.”

  “they could only dream about it.” he purred, he cupped your breasts, “i love your eyes, your nose, those cheeks... both of them.” he winked at you in the mirror, “your smile, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, your hips. you’re a remarkable woman and i will show you off gladly at the holiday dinner.” his nose brushed against the crook of your neck, “you’re my favourite gift.” 

he rubbed up against you and stroked your face, feeling the curve of your left cheek, “do you see what i see?”

your cheeks warmed as you looked down, “i sort of see what you see. i’m not the worst, but I’m not the best.” 

  “well then, i guess i have the rest of forever to tell you how beautiful you are.” he pulled away from you and took his hat and mask off fully before he got down between your legs. he looked up at you with affection with a slight flame of lust. 

he carefully kissed you warm thigh, feeling the soft skin against his lips. he melted a little, heavenly. his hands parted your thighs a little more as he started to kiss at your pussy. the small amount of hair tickling his upper lip. 

he said, “quiet now, i’d hate for us to get kicked out of your favourite store. and keep your eyes on the mirror. i want you to look at yourself and maybe see how i see you.” then went back to kissing at your sex, his strong hands keeping your thighs open. there was no escaping him, unless you wanted to be in the middle of the dressing room section with no clothes on and all flustered. 

you rubbed your cheek a little as your eyes caught your reflection in the mirror once more. you didn’t know what to do with your hands so they found themselves in your boyfriend’s soft hair. 

you bit your bottom lip tightly as he started to lick at your clit, one finger found its way into your pussy, then followed by another as you got more wet. he let out a small exhale against your wet pussy and groaned to himself. his cock straining his jeans, but that could wait till you picked out a dress.

he continued to lick at your wetness his fingers pushing in and out gently. he was’t going to go in hard, he wanted to be soft and watch you contain your moans.

he watched you clasped your hands over your mouth as he gestured with his other hand for you to look at the mirror instead of him. your gaze turned to the mirror, staring at your form in the reflection. 

you weren’t like most girls in seoul, bigger girl with a lot to love. your skin, your features, your weight were all things that made the anxiety grow worse. you sure as hell weren’t vampiric white, your hair wasn’t bone straight. you had curves and texture, and at times it gave you a nagging insecurity. you didn’t look like the girls in apgujeong but in all honesty. that’s what namjoon liked about you.

and as he looked up at you with those warm eyes, his tongue working its magic on your soft heat. he fell more in love with you. he rubbed your left love handle with his free hand as he closed his eyes and went back to work. 

why be like everyone else when you could look gorgeous in his eyes? he groaned a little against your skin as you felt warm all over. the tide of pleasure crept up on you. 

he marvelled at you as he rubbed your flesh. his other hand working on your pussy as he exhale deeply through his nose, his tongue dancing on your clit. your thighs tightened and he smiled to himself. 

you could hear the music outside the change room and into the stall, your legs trembled as you felt the pleasure wash over you, about to hit its peak. you licked your lips and swallowed down any moans. you knew namjoon was going to get it when you got home.

he gave a large lick to your clit that shot electricity up your spine. he looked up at you with a soft gaze and smile, his lips and chin covered in your wetness. he whispered as he continued to finger you, “beautiful.” before he dove back in like a man with an insatiable hunger. 

he continued to pleasure you in the change room, basking in your pleasure. the small room felt hot as his tongue moved. he removed his hand from your waist and rubbed through his jeans as he felt you tense up with impending orgasm. 

you covered your mouth once more and your eyes fluttered shut as he continued to lick at you and push his fingers as deep as they could go inside of you. his thumb grazed your clit along with his tongue and the pressure made you jump a little. that made him chuckle against your pussy. 

soon you stepped back, resting your back against the cool door to relieve some of the warmth in your body, your free hand found his soft hair and combed your fingers through it as he lapped at your pussy. 

angelic, sweet, perfect, lovely, amazing, beautiful, and all mine, he thought as his eyes closed to continue his work. he added a third finger and could really feel the limits of your tightness around his fingers. he remained a rhythmic pace with his laps and licks. 

it wasn’t long before you felt your breathing become harder from holding your breath to keep quiet. and then like an all consuming wave, pleasure crashed over you. your eyes rolled back as you put both hands over you mouth and let out a small moan, praying no one could hear you. you made your boyfriend’s mouth a mess with wetness but as he pulled away in a daze he licked his lips like he had jut had the best dining experience in the world. 

he licked his wet fingers and made eye contact with you, the lustful sight made you rub your thighs together. when he got up he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and kissed you on the lips. 

he quietly said, “see what i see now?”

  “namjoon.” you replied softly, your bodies pressed together as he pulled you in.

he pressed another kiss against your face, “also, i liked the dress you were wearing when i came in. now let’s get out of here before people start asking questions.” then readjusted his hard on in his pants and exited like he didn’t just give you a mind blowing orgasm.

as your breathing began to level out, you looked at the dress. you guess, you thought, it could do. but the dress was the last thing on your mind as you pulled your panties back up from around your ankles and readjusted your bra. 

xoxo, U・x・U

[hamsterclaw]

Heartbeat

Your colleague Namjoon's infuriating. He's intelligent but he's also smug, competitive and cold. You hate him until you realise you don't.

Pairing: Namjoon x F! reader, ft Jimin x F! reader and Seokjin

Rating: 18+

Genre: Medical AU, smut, angst

Word count: 8.5k

Warnings: Snark, sex, swearing, ex boyfriend Seokjin, fuckboy with a heart of gold Jimin, Namjoon biceps

You’re fumbling with your bag, trying to find the key to your new office when a shadow falls over you.

You turn, nearly spilling your coffee.

There’s a tall man who’s come up behind you, wrapped up against the winter chill in a beanie and scarf and a coat that looks like you could use it as a parachute if you decided to jump off the top of the hospital.

‘Hey, are you the new cardiac fellow?’ he asks. His voice is deep, mellow. He nudges his glasses up his nose bridge like it’ll help him see you better and peers at you, a little like an owl.

‘Yeah,’ you say. You hold out a hand. ‘Y/N. You must be Namjoon.’

‘Yeah. I’m the current fellow.’ 

He reaches up to the top of the door frame, barely even having to stretch to do so, and comes back with a key.

He unlocks the door and nudges it open. ‘After you.’

Is he joking? 

The office he’s just unlocked is barely the size of a storage cupboard. There’s a shared desk, two computers and a bookshelf loaded with crusty old medical textbooks from before women were allowed into med school.

You scoot around to the half of the desk that looks less populated. 

‘It’s kind of a squeeze,’ he says. ‘We won’t spend a lot of time here, anyway.’

You put your coffee down. 

‘I would’ve texted you to ask if you wanted coffee if I knew your number,’ you say, trying to make conversation. ‘There’s a good place I pass on the way.’

‘Oh I don’t drink coffee,’ he says.

You blink. 

‘Yeah? What’s your drug of choice?’ you ask, trying for levity.

‘I don’t do drugs,’ he says, straightfaced.

‘Yeah sorry. Bad joke,’ you say. 

There’s a pause where you look at the poster behind him, a schematic of a bronchial tree.

‘We should exchange numbers though, if we’re gonna be working together,’ you suggest. You type the digits he reels off into your phone and call him so he has yours.

His profile pic flashes up as you call him.

It’s kind of cute. It’s him with his arm around a pretty girl. They’re both dressed down, there’s a backdrop of autumn leaves, a clear sky.

It’s cuddly and warm and reminds you of Seokjin.

Fuck Seokjin.

You shove your phone in your coat pocket. 

‘Hey where do we get changed?’

‘I’ll show you,’ Namjoon says. He acts like he’s going to let you squeeze past him but with his puffy coat you’re not sure if you’ll fit. 

Oh shit. 

His coat isn’t that puffy, he’s just that big.

He looks down at you inquiringly as you stop, pressed against his front.

‘Stuck?’

‘Yeah,’ you squeak.

You wriggle away, feeling vaguely obscene about it. 

‘Sorry,’ he says, nudging his glasses up again. 

You follow him down a series of corridors to the locker room. 

‘It’s communal,’ he says, shrugging.

You quickly look away from the bare male ass that caught your attention when you walked in.

‘Got it.’

You grab scrubs, step away from Namjoon and get changed quickly, a little off balance.

You’re shoving your feet back into your sneakers when Namjoon approaches. 

He’s looking carefully away from you, up at the clock on the wall.

‘Ready? We have an MR list this morning.’ 

‘Sure,’ you say. You look at your clothes uncertainly.

‘You can put them in my locker if you want?’ he offers.

‘Thanks.’

By the time you reach the MRI suite you’re vibrating with nerves, but the familiar setup has you letting out a sigh of relief.

Everything in this new place where you’re going to be working for a year is new and daunting, but this at least is familiar.

You snap on gloves and get started.

It’s a full list through the day but the cases are interesting, and you’re concentrating so hard the day passes quickly. 

You’re surprised to learn it’s past six by the time you finish.

‘I’m gonna stop by the library before I go home,’ Namjoon tells you at the same time as you ask, ‘do you want to grab dinner?’

You laugh, awkwardly. ‘Yeah. See you tomorrow Namjoon.’

You back out of the MR suite quickly, and are halfway back to the office when you realise your clothes are in Namjoon’s locker still.

You debate going to find him, but you have no idea where the library is.

The truth is, it’s been a fucking long day, and you live five minutes walk from the hospital.

You shoulder your backpack and walk home in the cold.

Your new apartment is large, spacious. The area around the hospital is a dive which is how you can afford the space.

You look, determinedly, at the stacked cardboard boxes of your packed things. You moved in a week ago. You should unpack.

You slice through the masking tape of the first box and pull the flaps apart, only to be greeted by a fluffy alpaca and a searing memory of Seokjin on your first date.

Ah. This is why you put off unpacking. 

Your tears surprise you. 

You fold the flaps back over, gently, and just go to bed instead.

***

You’re standing in front of the hot counter in the hospital cafeteria, trying to decide between carbs or carbs. 

The morning’s been pretty dull, you’ve been doing some follow up calls and catching up on emails. 

When you get back to the office, Namjoon’s standing just outside the door with your boss, Dr Lam.

‘We missed you at the M&M,’ Dr Lam says pleasantly.

You flick your gaze to Namjoon. 

‘Namjoon did an excellent presentation on ACD,’ Dr Lam continues.

‘Ah I’m sorry,’ you say, ‘I wasn’t aware there was an M&M scheduled.’

Namjoon hadn’t mentioned a thing when you saw him this morning.

‘It’s on the calendar on the wall,’ Namjoon points out. 

Is he trying to make you look bad?

You unclench your jaw and force yourself to apologise again to Dr Lam.

As soon as she’s walked away, you suck in a breath. 

‘You didn’t mention an M&M this morning when I saw you,’ you say, trying to keep it civil.

He looks at you like you’re the unreasonable one.

‘It’s on the wall calendar. It’s not a secret,’ he says. 

You resist the very strong urge to rip his glasses off his face.

‘Thanks,’ you say, dry, brittle.

Pointedly, you stare at the wall calendar. It’s ridiculous, you can’t see anyway through the waves of rage coursing through you, but that’s not the point.

It’s your second day. Wouldn’t it have been the nice thing to do to just mention it to you? 

‘Also your clothes,’ Namjoon says. He’s watching you carefully, like he’s aware he’s on thin ice. 

He pushes his locker keys across the table at you. 

‘Do you want them back?’

You stand so quickly the rickety desk rocks up. 

‘I’ll get them right now,’ you say, snatching up the keys.

You don’t say anything else because you’re still so annoyed you could burst.

Instead, you get turned around on your way to the locker room and end up in a random stairwell, lost.

Why is hospital signage always so bad?

You sit on the stairs and burst into tears. 

You never cry, it’s unlike you. 

You never fucking cry because life is stupid and people are stupid and fucking hell Kim Seokjin is stupid for letting you go.

It still hurts so much that he let you go. That he chose to be without you when he was a big part of your life for so long.

And now here you are crying in a stairwell because of some cutthroat colleague. 

You’re better than this, aren’t you? You’ve had your shit together for so long you can’t even remember what it feels like to spiral. 

You swipe at your tears and exit the stairwell. 

You give up on trying to find the locker room.

You toss the keys back on Namjoon’s desk with a murmured ‘thanks.’

You can feel his eyes on your tearstained face, so you stare back at him, challenging him to say something.

He looks away first, and you take that as a win.

You’ve not really won at anything lately, so this counts.

***

It’s Friday, you’ve made it through the first week of your fellowship relatively unscathed.

You’ve cried twice, once that first night and then in the stairwell.

You’ve had three hospital cafeteria lunches and that’s all you’re going to subject your digestive system to.

You’ve drunk more coffee than you care to recall. 

It’s not the best start to your fellowship, but it’s not the worst either.

You’re gathering your things to leave when Namjoon enters the office.

He puts your clothes on the desk.

‘Why didn’t you take them back?’ he asks.

‘Got lost on the way to the locker room,’ you say, truthfully.

‘Why didn’t you ask me for directions?’ he asks. His jaw tightens as you raise your eyebrows at him.

You shrug. ‘Not your problem. Like reminding me of the schedule on my first fucking week isn’t your problem.’

You take a fierce, childish pleasure in the way he stares at you, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

Your partner is a big man, but you’ve made a lifetime out of taking on male assholes and cutting them down to size.

Figuratively speaking, of course. 

You brush past him on your way out. 

***

Your med school friend Hana who you’re reconnecting with now that you’ve moved into the area always was a social butterfly.

She’s throwing a party at her place, a luxe apartment by the quay with stunning views and a penthouse terrace.

You knew you should have gone into ophthalmology. 

Hana greets you at the door with an excited hug. 

She presses a drink into your hand and pushes you onto the terrace with a vague wave of her hand and an instruction to ‘go mingle’. 

You head to the edge of the terrace overlooking the water.

It’s beautiful out, cold but clear. The lights from the boats light the water like stars.

The drink in your hand’s disappearing fast, but it’s ok. You’re easy. 

You’re sick of feeling sorry for yourself.

You sense someone approaching you before you hear their voice.

‘Do you sail?’ 

‘No.’

You turn to see a good looking guy smiling at you. 

He’s a shade taller than you, with plush lips and skin that looks like it’s been airbrushed. 

He says, ‘me neither. I’ve always wanted to.’

‘I like swimming,’ you offer.

His eyes are still crinkled at the corners. 

Gosh, he’s pretty.

‘I dive,’ he tells you. ‘Park Jimin.’

‘Y/N L/N,’ you reply, shaking the hand he holds out. 

His grasp is firm, skin cool. The silver hoops dangling from his ears glint in the floodlights over the terrace. 

Park Jimin gets you another drink, and you find out he works with Hana. 

Damn. Now you really wish you’d gone into ophthalmology.

He’s a flirt, and that’s ok because you can flirt too. You’re rusty though, it’s been a while since you were single.

All the friends you’ve had in the last few years knew how committed you and Seokjin were to each other.

You push away the unwanted intrusion of his name.

Jimin’s leaning back over the glass balustrade, his arms braced, the position making his shirt gape open.

He catches you looking and flicks his tongue out over his full bottom lip.

The gesture makes your cunt clench, mainly because of the intent in his eyes.

‘Up for a refill?’ he asks. His voice is silvery, with a husky undertone that’s steadily making you dampen your panties.

He flicks his tongue out again, and your thighs tighten.

Your face feels so warm.

You realise he’s still waiting for an answer.

‘I don’t want to be too tipsy,’ you say, looking at him steadily.

Jimin sees something in your eyes that makes him lean close. 

‘Are you just tipsy enough now?’ he asks. He’s so close his hard chest brushes yours.

‘Yeah,’ you reply. ‘Just enough.’

It turns out Jimin’s apartment is next to Hana’s, which in practical terms means it’s barely ten minutes before you’re unrolling a condom onto him and lowering yourself down into his lap.

You’re so wet already the slide is easy, so turned on by his beautiful body and the pretty sounds he’s making that he barely has to touch you to make you cum the first time.

Jimin turns out to be the best kind of overachiever, fucking you into your second orgasm whilst also gleaming sweat all over his sculpted torso.

After he cums he ties off the condom neatly and goes to get you a drink.

You’re looking for your clothes when he comes back. 

He hands you a glass of water. 

‘Going so soon?’ he asks.

There’s a naughty gleam in his eye. 

‘I have to work tomorrow,’ you say, regretfully.

‘Shame. I wanted to eat your pussy,’ he says. 

He hasn’t bothered to put his shirt back on, and standing like this, you can follow his v line straight into the waistband of the black boxer briefs he pulled back on.

‘I thought you’d want me out,’ you say lightly.

He smiles charmingly at you. ‘This isn’t college,’ he says. ‘Stay as long as you like. I can make you breakfast in the morning.’

The last time you had sex with someone you barely knew was in college, and his name was Kim Seokjin.

Look how that turned out.

‘Ah but how will I leave you wanting more if I stay?’ you say, half joking.

Jimin, the perfect gentleman despite how he’d defiled you in his bed, insists on walking you down to your taxi.

When you get home you drop him a text.

Y/n: Hey thanks for a lovely evening.

Jimin: Anytime. You know where I live, door’s always open.

You don’t know what else to say, so you leave it at that.

***

You’re finishing up some notes when Namjoon walks into the office.

‘Saw you’d written up the case from last month - the alveolar proteinosis,’ he says.

‘Yep,’ you reply, shooting him a look. . 

Things have barely been civil between you but you don’t need him to do your job so there’s that.

He looks like he’s about to say something when there’s a knock on the door.

It’s Dr Lam. ‘Good paper,’ she says, nodding approvingly at you.

‘Thank you,’ you say. 

‘I think it’d be a good one to present at the next regional meeting,’ she says. ‘I’ll email you the details.’

‘Sounds great. Thank you,’ you reply.

When she leaves the office you bask in the glow of Dr Lam’s praise and the barely disguised envy Namjoon’s emanating.

‘Hey, did you hear that?’ you ask, cocking your head. 

Namjoon looks at you, brow furrowed. ‘What?’ 

‘That’s a slam dunk on your head,’ you say, deadly serious. 

Namjoon stares at you for a moment. His lips quiver. 

Then he laughs. ‘What’s wrong with you?’ he asks. 

‘What’s wrong with you? Apart from too much protein powder?’ you mutter. 

Namjoon laughs again. 

You’re part-way through reading a paper when he says, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t remind you about M&M.’ 

You search his eyes. 

‘It’s fine, I know you’re competitive.’ 

‘I’m not — competitive like that,’ he protests. 

You roll your eyes. 

‘Ok, I am competitive. We all are. You wouldn’t be in this job if you weren’t,’ Namjoon says, finally. 

He leans forward over the desk, holding out his hand. ‘But I’m not going to try to sabotage you or screw you over, ok? I’m not like that.’ 

You look at his big hand. ‘Why do you want me to touch you?’ 

‘Jesus, it’s a handshake,’ Namjoon says, exasperated. 

‘Fine.’ 

You shake his hand, firmly. ‘No sneaky shit,’ you say, warningly. 

‘No sneaky shit,’ Namjoon echoes.

‘I swapped out your office key for the store cupboard key,’ you confess. 

‘Shit that was you? I thought I was going crazy.’ 

‘I also put gum in your ethernet port,’ you say, since you might as well come out with it. 

‘God damn it, IT spent an hour trying to fix it! My new computer’s arriving tomorrow.’ 

‘Just saying, you don’t want to get on my bad side again.’ 

‘Noted,’ Namjoon says. He smiles at you, and for the first time you notice the dimples bracketing his lips. 

You want to smile back but you give him a stern look instead. 

He gets up. ‘I’m gonna go stretch my legs. Want a coffee?’ 

‘You don’t drink coffee,’ you say. 

‘I’m going to get myself tea. I’ll get you a coffee.’ 

You watch him leave the office. You hadn’t realised his shoulders were so broad. 

***

You’re trying to retrieve a pen you dropped from under the table when the office door opens. 

You crawl out from under the table and are confronted with Namjoon’s lycra clad thighs. 

‘Shit,’ you say, hitting your head on the bottom of the table. 

In a moment he’s crouching next to you. ‘Are you ok?’ 

Like this, his thighs are splayed, giving you a direct and clear line of vision to the bulge of his —

‘It’s too early for lycra-covered cock,’ you complain, and he gets up so quickly the table rocks. 

‘Stop staring at it,’ he says. 

‘It’s right in my eyeline!’ you protest. ‘Put it away.’ 

Namjoon waits until you’re standing next to him. 

‘Why are you dressed like a slut?’ you ask, averting your eyes. 

‘I’m wearing my cycling gear. I cycle to work,’ he answers. 

‘Ok, I’ve heard enough. I know we said we wouldn’t backstab each other but we can’t possibly be friends.’ 

You look up and notice how sweaty he is. 

A droplet of sweat streaks down his neck, disappearing into the neck of his tight top. 

You have a sudden unexplainable urge to lick it away. 

You realise he’s looking down at you. 

A dimple flashes. ‘Are you checking me out?’ 

‘I would never,’ you vow. ‘It’s just – why are you dressed like a whore if you don’t want me to look?’ 

‘That’s problematic,’ he chides. 

‘That’s problematic,’ you mimic. 

He tosses his (rain-proof) jacket at you. ‘You know, if I said the same thing to you, HR would rain down on my ass so quick.’ 

‘Yeah, turn, I want to see your ass too. Also, where are your glasses? I love a sexy nerd.’ 

‘I can’t cycle with them on,’ he mutters. 

‘Can I take a photo? I’m sure that nurse in IR who likes you would flip if she saw you in this getup.’ 

‘Stop objectifying me,’ he whines. 

You laugh him out of the office. 

***

There’s a knock on the door. 

You look up, ready to torment Namjoon, and stop with your mouth slightly open. 

Wow. 

There’s a very hot guy in glasses looking at you, a computer screen tucked under one arm. 

‘Hey, I’m here with a new computer for Dr Kim,’ he says. His voice is gravelly, low. 

You close your mouth. ‘Sure.’ 

You watch him set up for a few minutes, then decide to confess. 

‘I stuck gum in the ethernet port. His computer’s probably fine.’ 

He looks at you, expression unreadable. 

You think he’s not going to answer you until finally, he says, ‘One, I already carried this all the way from IT on sixth. Two, I really don’t get paid enough to care.’ 

‘Fair,’ you say, nodding. 

He looks at you for a moment longer, then says, casually, ‘That’s a pretty smart way to sabotage someone.’ 

‘He wears cycling lycra to work,’ you reply, not looking up from your computer. 

‘What kind of asshole does that,’ he says. 

‘Right?’ 

You look up to find he’s smiling at you. 

Wow. He’s got a gorgeous smile, all perfect teeth and gums. 

‘Min Yoongi,’ he says, holding out a hand. 

‘Y/N L/N,’ you reply, giving him a firm shake. ‘Can I get you a coffee while you set up?’ 

‘I’m done,’ he says, logging out of Namjoon’s new computer. ‘But we can get coffee. I told my boss I was rebooting all 50 of the computers on ICU.’ 

‘Done. Let’s go,’ you say, getting up. 

‘Wait,’ he says, ‘are you getting me a coffee to get extra IT privileges?’ 

‘Well, I could use a new headset,’ you say, feigning seriousness. 

He looks at you seriously, mouth in a line. ‘If you want the extra comfy set for all day use you’ll need to get me a muffin too.’ 

‘Done.’ 

***

Dr Lam enters your office unceremoniously. 

‘All hands on deck folks, there’s been a multi-casualty incident. You’re needed on the ICU.’ 

You and Namjoon enter the ICU to a cacophony of beeping monitors, terse conversations and the incessant whine of the drug fridge, left ajar.

You close the fridge and look up as Delia, the head nurse approaches.

‘Thank god,’ she says, brisk. ‘Bed 11 needs intubating, bed 15’s bleeding out on the floor and there’s a fucking hot orthopaedic surgeon wandering around distracting my nurses but not otherwise helping. Get to it, chaps.’

She walks away, and you turn to Namjoon. ‘I’ll sort the bleeder if you take the tube and the orthopod,’ you suggest.

‘If you see him send him my way,’ Namjoon replies. He flashes you a grin that you stare at a beat too long.

‘Goddamn it put those dimples away Namjoon. It’s a serious situation here.’

You’re putting in a line to pour blood in when Namjoon turns up by the bed.

‘We called it,’ he tells you. 

‘Shit,’ you say, commiserating.

Namjoon picks up the bag of blood hanging by your head. ‘Squeeze this in?’ he asks.

His forearms flex beautifully as he runs the blood.

You have to tear your eyes away, and the nurse beside you lets out an audible sigh.

You roll your eyes and snap off your gloves. 

‘I’m gonna call for some cryo,’ you say. 

You’re taking a quick drink break amongst the carnage, standing next to the water cooler when a shadow falls across you.

‘Mind if I —-‘

You turn to see beautiful dark brows raised over intense eyes, wavy hair swept back from the most beautiful male profile you’ve ever seen.

You step back to let him get some water.

You take in the scrubs, the clogs, the faint line from a scrubs hat marring the perfection of his forehead.

Holy fuck. This must be —-

Your entire field of view is obscured by the broad back of Kim Namjoon as he steps between you and the fucking distractingly gorgeous orthopaedic surgeon.

He’s so close his back is in your face.

He smells nice.

Namjoon puts a hand behind him to steady you. 

He turns, briefly. ‘Stop sniffing me,’ he says, stern.

He turns back to the surgeon. ‘Taehyung, you’re needed down in the ED.’

‘Sure,’ Taehyung says. Christ. The timbre of his voice is as gorgeous as he is.

Namjoon turns to you as Taehyung saunters away. 

‘I wasn’t sniffing you,’ you say, lying through your teeth.

He looks down at you and brushes a lock of hair that’s escaped your ponytail out of your face. His touch is warm, firm. 

‘You ok?’ he asks. 

‘Yeah,’ you say. .

His eyes on your face feel oddly penetrating. He pours you another glass of water and watches as you gulp it down. 

‘There’s a new patient in 17. Shall we?’

You try not to stare at his ass and thighs as he walks away.

***

The moon’s high in the sky by the time the hospital’s been stepped down from red to amber alert. 

You’re getting changed alongside Namjoon in the locker room, grimacing at the bodily fluids splattered on your top.

Namjoon shoulders his backpack. ‘I might just crash in the mess,’ he says, running a hand over his face. ‘I don’t feel like cycling home.’

‘You can sleep at mine,’ you offer. ‘I’ve got an extra room.’

‘Yeah?’ he asks. 

‘Sure. I’ve got a spare bathroom and everything. But there’s one condition,’ you say. 

Namjoon cocks a brow at you. 

‘Can you put your little lycra number on again?’

He rolls his eyes and pulls you under his arm.

Your face is squished against his hard chest, his pec firm under your cheek.

‘Nice tits,’ you say, muffled.

He lets you go. ‘I don’t even have the energy to tell you off,’ he tells you. 

‘Yeah,’ you agree. ‘Should I order us a pizza?’

***

Namjoon’s in your living room by the time you get out of the shower. 

‘Love what you’ve done with the place,’ he says, dry.

He’s being sarcastic, of course.

The boxes, and the past you can’t bear to face, are all still scattered around the place.

‘It’s industrial chic,’ you tell him. 

You put the pizza on the coffee table and gesture to the couch. 

‘Mi casa es su casa,’ you tell him. 

Namjoon tears into the pizza and you flick on the TV. 

You eat in companionable silence. 

It’s when you’re in your kitchenette cleaning up that Namjoon asks about the picture of you and Seokjin on your fridge.

It’s a magnet, a photo of you and Seokjin after some wedding you went to. He’d been in his long-haired phase, sexy in his suit, and you’d been….

Happy.

‘It’s my ex,’ you tell him. ‘We were together a long time.’

‘It’s hard learning to be single again,’ Namjoon says. There’s no inflection in his voice, he says it like it’s a fact.

It’s kind of everything you’ve wanted to hear since the breakup. Seven words. Enough to make you bite hard on the inside of your cheek.

Your eyes blur with tears anyway.

You want to wipe them away but your hands are in the soapy water and you still think you can hide the tears from Namjoon even though he’s right next to you.

You sniffle, too loud. 

Namjoon says. ‘I’m sorry.’

He pulls your hands out of the water, dries them off with a dishcloth, gentle. 

You want to pull your hands away but he’s still got them clasped in his.

‘Forget the dishes,’ he tells you.

He’s walking you into your bedroom, laying you on the bed.

He lays on his side next to you, pulls you into his arms. 

‘Shh,’ he murmurs. ‘It’s fine. I won’t tell anyone you actually have a heart.’

You manage a watery grin into his chest. 

His arms are solid around you. 

It’s been a long time since you’ve been held like this, and it’s been a tough fucking day. 

He wants to hold you, so you let him. His steady heartbeat against your cheek lulls you to sleep.

***

When you wake, he’s still beside you, rolled onto his back, arm across chest.

He’s beautiful, face relaxed. His glasses are on your bedside table, he must have taken them off at some point.

The clock tells you that you’ve got an hour before work to get ready.

You could watch him sleeping for hours.

His voice, low and husky from sleep, startles you.

‘Sleep ok?’

‘Yes,’ you tell him. 

You watch as he fumbles for his glasses. 

You lean over him and pluck them from the table, slipping them onto his face.

‘I’m sorry you had to deal with all that emotion,’ you tell him. 

He sits up a little, braces himself on his arm. 

You try not to think about how good he looks in your sheets.

‘It’s human to have emotions,’ he says. ‘It was a hell of a day yesterday.’

‘Yeah.’

‘I know what it’s like when a relationship falls apart,’ he tells you, serious. ‘For whatever reason.’

He turns over and lays back onto your bed.

‘We broke up because he got an amazing opportunity abroad,’ you say. You smile at the memory of how excited he was when he heard.

‘He deserved it.’

Namjoon reaches over and squeezes your hand.

You exchange a smile. 

‘This bed is comfy,’ Namjoon says. 

‘Don’t get used to it.’

‘Baby I haven’t even had a chance to show you my skills yet,’ he says, goofy.

You’re still laughing when you get into the shower.

***

Namjoon’s leaning against the wall of the radiology seminar room when you get there.

The room’s packed, it’s standing room only. 

Namjoon shifts over obligingly when you reach him, making a space for you between him and the wall. 

‘I knew we were friends for a reason,’ you say, patting him on the shoulder.

He flexes a bicep and you work hard to keep your mouth from falling open.

‘That’s quite enough,’ you say, recovering enough to give him a quelling look.

‘You seem to like it though, you’re always staring at my arms,’ Namjoon says. 

He ignores your half-hearted attempts at defending yourself.

‘It’s fine, I know what I look like,’ he says. 

You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs like he’s amused. He doesn’t even flinch. 

‘No one likes a cocky nerd,’ you mutter.

The lights dim and CT images start flashing up on the screen. 

Namjoon frowns as the person in front of you shuffles back a little, nearly bumping you. 

He moves a bit closer to you, like he’s trying to shield you with his own body. 

You barely take anything in during the meeting, you can’t when he’s this close to you. 

He’s distracting, the smell of him, the warmth emanating from his skin, the size of him. His goddamn shoulders.

Namjoon glances over at you, the screen reflected in the lenses of his glasses.

‘You ok?’

‘Fine,’ you whisper back.

He leans down, lips so close they almost brush your ear, and asks again, ‘you ok?’

You nod quickly.

You spend the rest of the meeting hoping your face will cool down before the lights come back on.

***

Namjoon gets up from his desk. ‘I’m gonna head out. See you tomorrow.’

‘See you tomorrow.’

You’re packing up your own things when he comes back. 

‘Left my phone,’ he tells you.

You take in his soft looking black turtleneck, the crocodile belt, the smart trousers.

‘Hot date?’ you ask, casual.

‘My sister set me up with someone she works with. We’re on a double date with her and her husband,’ he tells you.

‘You look great,’ you tell him. ‘Don’t forget to flex.’

‘Thighs or chest?’ he asks, quirking his lips at you.

‘You’re not a goddamn chicken meal,’ you say, laughing. 

He’s still waiting, the asshole, so you say, ‘thighs obviously.’ 

‘Like this?’ he asks, innocent, perching on the desk, flexing in a way that makes you want to ride his thigh immediately.

‘Yeah, you tease.’

‘Just checking,’ he laughs. He grins at you and you resist the urge to poke your finger in his dimples.

‘Have fun,’ you say. 

You shoulder your backpack and head home.

You’re getting ready for bed when your phone lights up.

Jimin: Hey, I’m out for drinks near the hospital. Are you up?

Y/n: I’m up.

Jimin: I’ve been told I look good in this shirt. Wanna see?

Y/n: Love to.

You text him your address and wait by the door.

He doesn’t keep you waiting long, appearing on your doorstep with a smirk on his face and his shirt already more than half unbuttoned.

He looks even better than he said.

You greet him with a kiss. 

***

Namjoon’s sprawled on your couch, so big you wonder if you should have got a bigger one.

He’s on his laptop, scrolling through the articles you sent him as you work on your literature review together.

‘If we publish, who gets first author?’ you ask.

He lifts a brow. ‘Arm wrestle you for it?’

‘Sure,’ you say, elbow down on your coffee table. 

Namjoon gives you a doubtful look as he lines up with you. He clasps your hand, and his biceps jump. 

Fuck it. 

You reach out, grab a fold of his t-shirt and tug. 

He comes willingly, stops an inch or so away. 

Your faces are so close you can feel his breath on your cheek. 

‘Namjoon,’ you breathe. 

His eyes flutter closed at your voice. 

‘Mmh?’ he asks. 

He’s a big man, but his voice is controlled, quiet. 

‘What are we doing?’ he asks. 

‘You have a lot of questions,’ you say. 

Your hand trails a path from his shoulder, down the front of him. His stomach muscles jerk as you tuck three fingers into the waistband of his sweats. 

‘Can I suck your dick?’

‘Fuck,’ he utters. 

His eyes are open now. Stupidly, your arms are still braced against each other. 

You push, and he lets you flatten the back of his hand on the coffee table. 

‘I’m first author,’ you say. ‘Come on, let’s fuck.’ 

Namjoon lets you take him to bed. 

***

Namjoon likes kissing, you find out. He likes it when you kiss along his face, dimple to jaw, down his neck, trailing a path to his collarbones. 

‘Off,’ you murmur, tugging at his t-shirt. 

He pulls it off so quickly he almost hits you in the face with an elbow. 

You take a moment to admire his chest, the pecs outlined so well by his scrubs tops, dusky nipples, the silver chain hanging between his collarbones. 

You slip off your top, and his gaze drops to your body with flattering speed. He gives you as thorough an inspection as you did to him. 

He reaches out, tucks a finger under the tiny bow separating your breasts, tugs a little. 

‘I’ve thought about this,’ he tells you. 

You pause in the middle of sliding down his body. You bury your face in his groin, and his hips jump. The hardness of him thrills you. 

‘Yeah?’ you ask, fingers all tucked into his waistband. 

He lifts his hips, and you slide everything off. 

His cock lays against the warm skin of his stomach. 

You wrap your fingers around him, and he wraps his hand around yours, grip firm. He pumps himself a few times, even though he looks and feels plenty hard already. 

Your pussy’s tightening just at the sight of him, your underwear sticking between your legs. 

‘Let me,’ you say. His grip loosens, and you smirk at him as you lower your head. 

You gather your hair in a pony so he can see you worshipping his cock. 

Namjoon’s hand splays in your hair, holding it back so you can free your hand. 

He’s warm, full, filling your mouth so beautifully you could cry. You lick up the underside of him, and he jerks, hand tightening in your hair. 

‘Fuck,’ he utters. ‘I don’t want you to stop.’ 

You take more of him in with every dip, until your nose hits his groin. 

The stretch of him is unbelievable, and you want more. 

Namjoon’s fisting the sheets now, face contorted with pleasure. 

‘I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop, love,’ he tells you. 

You swallow around his cock, tongue working, and he grunts, loud. ‘Gonna –’ 

You don’t know why he’s still trying to warn you, like you haven’t made it clear enough you want him to. 

You swallow again, and he grabs your shoulder, groaning. He’s so deep you can’t feel him but you swallow him down anyway, flicking your tongue on him, gently until he loosens his grip on you and you feel his cock softening in your mouth. 

He moans again as you pull off his cock. He’s beautiful like this, flushed, sweaty, wrecked. 

He pulls you up to him, engulfs you in his arms. ‘I’m gonna reciprocate, just give me a sec,’ he tells you, voice hoarse. 

‘Reciprocate? God damn, I was trying to make you cum your brains out,’ you say.

He laughs, sounding more like himself. ‘What do you like, baby? I’d love to eat you out.’ 

‘I’m good, I’m fine,’ you tell him. 

He’s sitting up then, face creased. ‘No, shit, let me –’

‘Hey, you can get me next time,’ you say. 

You have no idea why, you’re still so wet and you’ve seen what he can do with his hands. 

Namjoon’s pulling his sweats back up, sitting up to pull you into his lap. ‘You’ve just given me the best orgasm I’ve had all year,’ he tells you, ‘and I haven’t even had a chance to touch you.’ 

‘I like blowing you, I’ll do it anytime,’ you tell him. 

His hand splays on your back. ‘I can go slow, baby, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.’ 

‘You’re gonna need to go slow, the size of you,’ you tease. 

He laughs, hand brushing over his cock. ‘I’ll make sure you’re ready to take me, don’t worry.’ 

‘Come on, we should get back to work,’ you say. ‘I’ll make us tea.’ 

***

You’re ensconsed in Namjoon’s lap, and he’s kissing the back of your neck, light, teasing. 

He’s worked out that you love the sound of his voice when it’s husky and low, and he’s been using it to his advantage. 

Your breath hitches as he reaches under your loose tee to palm your breasts, tweaking your nipples. 

You wriggle your hips in his lap, against the erection you’re pretty sure he’s been sporting for a while. 

‘Is cockwarming a thing?’ you wonder out loud. 

Namjoon chuckles in your ear, making you shiver. ‘I’m up for it if you are.’ 

He groans at the sight of your ass, bared for him. 

‘I wish you could see this,’ he tells you. 

You turn your head to watch as you lower yourself onto his cock. 

Namjoon hisses as your ass lands on him, his hand coming up to fix your hip against him. 

‘I think you need to stay still,’ he tells you. 

‘Yeah? I don’t like being told what to do,’ you retort. 

He pushes up, dick nudging up into you, snug.

‘Joon,’ you say, trying but failing to sound mad. ‘You said we had to be still.’

His cock jerks inside you. 

‘Damn, it’s pretty hot when you’re mad at me.’

‘Is that why you’re so annoying the whole time?’ you ask.

Namjoon curls his arms around you.

You’re getting wetter even though he isn’t moving, you can feel it.

A soft sound very like a whine escapes your lips.

Namjoon hums. ‘That was pretty, do it again.’

The presence of his dick in you, hard and throbbing, is maddening in the best way. 

‘Shit,’ you say, low. ‘I want to come, Namjoon.’

‘Yeah?’ he asks, lips moving against the back of your neck. 

His hand is up under your t-shirt again, cupping your breast, fingers plucking at your nipple. 

He bites at the neck of your t-shirt, and you lift your arms up so he can pull it off you.

His cock’s still lodged inside you, he’s still so hard.

Your cunt flutters around him as you shift your hips.

You both groan at the change in position.

‘Joon,’ you plead.

‘Look at your tits,’ he says. 

You look down at yourself.

He’s been steadily squeezing your breasts, making your nipples puffy and full and so tender you almost can’t bear it.

As you watch, his hand delves down between your legs. 

He moans your name into your ear as he pets your clit.

He’s wearing rings today, the silver ring on his middle finger gleams in the dim light.

Seokjin used to wear a ring like that, you think to yourself.

The thought jars you out of the pleasured haze you were in.

Namjoon’s still whispering filth to you, but you can help feeling this is wrong in a way that it wasn’t with Jimin.

Because Jimin is a great guy, but he means nothing to you.

Whereas Namjoon —- 

You’re worried that Namjoon could mean everything to you.

Namjoon, perceptive as ever, says, very gently, ‘are you ok?’

He sounds totally calm, you’d never know about his raging boner if he wasn’t inside you. 

‘Yeah,’ you say, trying to salvage things, ‘I’m fine.’

‘I said we could go as slow as you want,’ Namjoon says. 

He lifts you off his cock. 

‘We can finish,’ you say, ‘I was enjoying it.’

Namjoon presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You put your hand on his cock, and he covers it with his own.

‘Stop,’ he says, and there’s sadness in his eyes now. ‘I’ll still be here when you’re ready.’

There’s not a lot for you to say after that.

***

‘Hey,’ says Dr Lam, poking her head into the office. ‘Congratulations on the new job, Professor Han’s an old friend of mine, she called to let me know.’

Namjoon shoots you a look. ‘Thank you, I’m excited,’ he says, politely.

‘What job?’ you ask.

‘I’ve accepted an attending post at Mercy,’ Namjoon says. ‘I’ll be running their cardiac service.’

The news hits you like a blow. You work hard to not let it show on your face.

‘Wow,’ you say, hoping your smile is as bright as the effort you’re putting into it. ‘Congratulations, that’s incredible!’

Namjoon’s expression is a mix of emotions that you can’t read. 

Dr Lam says, ‘actually, Namjoon, do you have a minute now? I wanted to discuss the case last week with you.’

As soon as Namjoon leaves you get up. You can’t stay sitting, you need to move so that the outside of you matches up with how jumbled up you feel on the inside.

Why hadn’t Namjoon told you he was applying for other jobs?

Did he think you wouldn’t encourage him because of what happened with Seokjin?

Like you’d ever be so much of an asshole you’d ask someone not to take an amazing job opportunity just so they could keep fucking you.

You would never. 

Is that the kind of person Namjoon thought you were?

A gust of wind chills you, and you realise you’ve paced out of the main hospital entrance.

You should go back inside, get your things.

You go home instead.

You hurry through the slippery icy street, head down, arms crossed.

By the time you’re in your front door you’re shivering.

You look at the piles of stacked boxes, the reflection of your emotional stiltedness, and wonder if Seokjin’s coping better than you.

You hope he is, and with a start, realise that you’ve just thought of Seokjin, and the sadness hasn’t crippled you or your fissured heart.

You miss him, of course you do, but for the first time you think you can see your way through the gloom. 

You grab the Swiss army knife from your kitchen and cut open the first box. 

It’s time to move on.

***

‘I’d do the opposite, actually,’ you say, loud and clear, in the team meeting.

You ignore the way Namjoon’s staring at you.

‘I think Namjoon’s plan would be fine if we weren’t a specialist centre. However, we’ve got the resources to run the test, therefore we should plan a semi-elective procedure instead of waiting.’

You flick your gaze to Namjoon, watching as his jaw tightens, cheeks hollowing.

You haven’t spoken to him since you found out about his job, but even worse, he hasn’t tried to speak to you.

Like there’s no reason for you to feel affronted.

Like he hadn’t promised you he’d be there when you were ready.

Asshole.

Back in the office, Namjoon taps a series of keys into his computer in an increasingly frustrated manner. 

‘Fuck! Why can’t I log in?’

You look up, bored. ‘Oh, did IT reset all your passwords?’ you ask, feigning innocence.

Min Yoongi, to your delight, was a man who understood revenge, but also, more importantly, a man who was easily bought. You considered the coffee and croissant from this morning money well spent.

Namjoon glowers at you.

‘Do we need to talk about something?’ he asks.

You study your nails. ‘Do we?’

‘That’s it,’ Namjoon snaps. 

Namjoon grabs your arm, hard enough to hurt, and hauls you into the equipment room.

He crowds you into the door he’s just slammed, hard chest pressing into you.

‘What the —‘

Your furious protest is cut off by his lips on yours. He kisses you hard, demanding, totally unlike how he was in your apartment.

He spreads his legs so he can lower himself enough to grind into you.

‘See the thing is,’ he says, voice soft and dangerous, ‘you’re a fucking brat.’

Your eyes flash at him, and he laughs, humourlessly.

‘You’re not just a brat though,’ he says, fingers working deftly to unbutton your blouse. He gets halfway down and slips his hand under to palm your breast.

Your moan slips out before you can hold it back.

‘You’re a smart brat,’ he informs you, thumb working your nipple. He tugs the cup of your bra edown, and for a moment he stares at your exposed breast.

‘A body like this is wasted on a brat like you,’ he tells you. He pinches your nipple, and a mewl escapes you.

‘Why do you look like this?’ he asks you, shaking his head like he’s genuinely stupefied.

He leans down to lick your nipple, tongue laving, hand coming up to caress your other breast.

You’re breathing hard now, bucking against him.

‘Still,’ he commands. 

You move again, and he hoicks your skirt up. 

‘Stay still or I’ll slap you.’ 

You stare at him, shocked. 

He realises you’ve stilled completely and pulls off your breast.

‘Never in the face, baby,’ he says, voice gentle. 

He unfastens your skirt and lets it fall to the floor. 

You’re still trying to process when he kneels at your feet, lifts your leg over his shoulder and buries his face in your cunt.

Your hands flutter to keep your balance, and he reaches up to grab you. 

‘Put them on my shoulders, baby. Or in my hair, if you want.’

He flashes a dimple at you, then kisses your cunt like he kissed your mouth.

Hard, demanding and so fucking sloppy you don’t know if the wetness between your legs is from you or him.

He flattens his tongue and delves into your folds, nose nudging your clit.

You grab his hair, and he groans into you. 

You cry out breathlessly as he presses his lips to your clit and sucks. 

‘You feel so good, I’m so fucking hard,’ he tells you. 

You look down between his legs as he palms his cock over his trousers. The outline of his hardness sends a spike of arousal through you.

Your clit throbs as he licks you, one big hand on your ass pushing your core into his face.

He unbuckles his belt, tugs his trousers down one handed.

The wet spot on his grey boxer briefs makes you clench. His tongue and lips, his whole face is buried in your cunt.

He pulls back a little, lips and cheeks gleaming with your slick. 

‘Cum on my face,’ he says, fisting himself, ‘and you get this cock.’ 

You moan. 

‘You want it?’ he taunts. ‘Brats like you never ask nicely do you? You just push and push and push until you get shoved in a closet and taught a lesson.’

‘Joon,’ you plead.

He ignores you and goes back to licking you out.

‘C’mon ride my face. I’m a big guy, I can take it.’

Your fingers tighten in his hair as you grind into his face, pussy pulsing, clit throbbing. 

‘Joon,’ you cry.

He squeezes your ass, hard, helping you ride him.

You press a hand to your mouth to muffle your cry of pleasure as you cum.

‘Fuck, fuck, that’s my girl,’ Namjoon says.

He turns you around, cock nudging against your folds.

You moan senselessly as he pushes in.

‘Never fucking tell me you can’t cum for me, my love,’ he tells you.

He slaps your ass so hard you squeal.

‘Not when I can get you crying on my cock like this.’

His first thrust pushes you against the door.

He turns your head to kiss you as he fucks you. He angles your hips so he can hit the spot that has you gasping with every thrust.

‘Joon,’ you sob.

‘I’ve got you,’ he promises. 

He wraps an arm around your chest, the other reaching down between your legs to thumb at your clit.

‘Fuck. I’m gonna fill you up,’ he tells you, breath warm against your ear.

‘Do it,’ you moan.

Your whole body tightens, thighs quivering. 

God, he feels so good, so good.

He strokes your clit hard, pressing, and he swallows your scream as you cum again, hard.

You’re vaguely aware of his deep groan, the hot cum he’s spilling into your cunt, but it’s his hold on you that keeps you anchored.

His arms are curled around you so tightly you can barely breathe.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, muffled. He nudges your chin with his nose, tilting your face up. 

You use the pretense of getting your breath back to wait.

The silence between you stretches.

‘I should have told you I was applying for other jobs.’

‘Why didn’t you?’ you ask, quiet.

‘I didn’t want to change things between us,’ he says.

‘I’m happy for you,’ you tell him. 

It’s the truth.

Namjoon says, arms still tight around you, ‘Mercy’s two hours on the train away.’

You’re not sure what he wants you to say.

You get re-dressed in silence.

***

You walk into the office and stare blindly at the empty desk opposite yours.

You haven’t spoken to Namjoon since the storage room, but you hadn’t known he’d be leaving this soon.

You pull out your phone to call him.

He answers on the first ring.

‘Where are you?’ you ask.

‘I’m outside your apartment,’ he says.

‘I’m on my way.’

You run most of the way home, stumbling into the hallway leading to your apartment, cold, breathless.

At first you don’t see him.

Then he pushes off your door that he’s been leaning on, and the expression on his face would make you cry if you weren’t already tearing up.

‘I came to drop off a letter,’ he says. His throat works as he presses a hand to your cheek, thumbing away the tears.

‘Just tell me instead,’ you say.

‘I meant what I said. I’ll be here when you’re ready.’

‘I’m ready now,’ you tell him.

‘I’m here.’

His lips meet yours, sweet, like a promise. 

Later, much later, he’s on your couch because you never made it to the bed, looking around your living room, not a box in sight.

‘I like what you’ve done to the place,’ he says.

You look up, still hazy from your orgasm. ‘I thought I should move on,’ you say, shrugging.

There are so many things Namjoon wants to say, but you’re kissing him again, and he decides it can wait.

He’s got all the time in the world for you.

©hamsterclaw 2022

[bunnyrhe]

Work Visit to Daddy Namjoon and Daddy Hoseok

Summary: AppaJin gives you money to get Namjoon Bubba and Papa Hoseok lunch while he went to a photoshoot. Your Bubba and Papa do not like that their baby had to be big.

Warnings :big dick energy, daddy, little space reader,caregiver bts,infantilisazion

I typed in the code on the recording studio door, popping my head inside to see Namjoon standing in the middle of the studio, hands in his pockets. He shook his head, forehead creased like old leather with worries tucked into every fold. Hoseok was in his spinning chair behind the soundboard, head laid over the chair back. His bare face stiff as cardboard.

"Is that our girlfriend?" Hoseok asked excitedly, head whipping up, his demeanor changing instantly.

"Hiiii," I waved, setting the food down and dishing it out for them. 

"Our little girl brought us lunch? Aww Bubba, our little princess thinks she's a big girl." Papa Hobi snickered, his teeth baring in a teasing smile.

"Maybe we should remind our princess of her place."Bubba's voice suddenly thundered around the room like a thunderstorm indoors. Stern and staccato, something to make you sink deeper and deeper into submission.

"It's time to remind yn that only her Daddies should be buying things in this relationship and that princess just has to sit pretty and not think. Princesses should just be good and say thank you because Daddies do all the providing around here." Namjoon Bubba sized you up, his eyes like a predator looking for vulnerabilities to make you melt. Hoseok watched you with a mysterious smile, a twinkle in his eyes but he ensnared you just as aptly as Namjoon. 

Their stances were powerful, dominant energy. They were leaning back in their chairs, strong thick thighs spread wide, testing the denim limits of jeans. Papa placed a hand under his chin, eyes smoky with passion and care. Bubba had an arm around the chair back, the other furling and unfurling in his lap. It was obvious, they were in a big Daddy headspace, all the testosterone in the room was making the wallpaper wilt. I was standing between them in the midst of the fray, shifting my weight from leg to leg.

"'m sorry, just wanted to help," I toed the carpet, shrinking under their gaze. My toes were wiggling in my sneakers. I could feel my arms become too heavy like I needed someone to hold me and keep me warm. "Appa gave me money to buy Bubba and Papa food today.. He said he was proud when I ordered food myself, and he gave me extra bum pats and kisses too. Was that bad?I'm sorry."

"It's okay this time baby, but let us take care of you from now on." Papa tugged me to stand in front of him, between his thighs. He wrapped his arms around my hips. 

 "Little girls don't buy food, and they don't order it either. It's perfectly fine for you to be shy and just tell Bubba and Papa what food you want so we can buy it. Come here, babygirl, did Appa dress you today, or did you do this on your own?" 

"Appa dressed me up, papa." Appa Jin dressed me to match his pink top and sneakers and black jeans. He had a shoot for YSL and picked out matching outfits for us: a grey sweater and pink pleated skirt with my pink sneakers. He added a simple chain with a J pendant to make me feel special when he dressed us. "He let me wear lip gloss too, look!" 

"You look beautiful my baby. Bubba and I think our baby girl looks perfect. "he grinned, watching my cheeks stain red, every word of his to me was like a love letter,"Ohmygoodness you're so cute when you blush!"

"Yeah Appa, baby peaches got up to the studio safely. Okay."Bubba clipped the conversation off, clapping his flip phone shut.  "Appa said he loves you and he's going to his photoshoot now, he'll see you in one hour."Namjoon Bubba kneeled down to kiss my cheek."Do you want help with your shoes? Of course our little baby needs help from her big strong bubba when she's feeling so small." He helped me take off my backpack and sneakers, kissing my shins softly.

Namjoon sat on the couch ,thighs spread ,unwrapping his food. He looked so comfortable and something about it was vaguely alpha male. It always made me feel squishy and soft around the edges. He patted his thigh, holding eye contact with me. "Come here baby come sit on Bubba's lap, don't be shy c'mere baby koala …that's it sweetie settle in."

 I whined softly, pouting deeply. I sat down slowly in his lap, maintaining eye contact with him, wide eyes checking for signs of discomfort. He scoffed, pulling me down until I could feel the warmth of his thighs and firmness of his chest. He manhandled me between his thighs, letting me get comfortable in my usual position: straddling his lap with nose in his clavicle to inhale his woodsy cologne. Goosebumps bloomed on my skin, my spine tingling from the way he was murmuring into my neck. 

"Doesn't my lap feel nice and comfy much better than yucky big girl chairs huh…Do you love your Bubba? Can I get a kiss?"

"I lub you Bubba,"I mumbled into his cold cheek, my warm glossy lips leaving a pink waxy sheen.

"I love you too, baby koala. Is that a J pendant? Appa loves his baby peaches huh? You're an Appa girl?"

"Yeah!"

"What about Hobi? And Bubba? Who's your favourite?...Baby koala?" he patted my bum, receiving no response. I wasn't going to answer that question at all. I snuggled in deeper, taking a deep whiff of his cologne. I was susceptible to smells and Bubba's aroma always made me weak. 

"Little one?" Hobi sung.I popped my head out."Everything okay?"

I nodded, nuzzling back into Bubba's pulse point, closing my eyes to inhale his smell."Baby koala, come get your nuggs," Bubba held one up for me to my mouth for me to nibble. I tried to reach out for it but he pulled it back. 

"Uh uh, you must be so tired from bringing up these bags, let Bubba feed you."Papa cooed,dragging his chair closer to the couch.

Hobi mumbled,"you're lucky you're so cute," retrieving my Mang feeding tray from my backpack ,setting out my food in the spaces on the tray. He got my sippy of juice that Appa packed for me too.

"I love having my little baby koala wrapped up in my arms." He kissed my forehead before  taking a bite of his burger. Papa watched me chew, making a funny face to make me giggle. "Come baby,"Bubba broke off a piece of his burger into a bite sized piece,"take a bite of this, eat up for Bubba….no arms down let us feed you...Is it good?"

I nodded excitedly,cheeks full of food like a chipmunk.

"Baby rainbow, try my chilli fries…chugga chugga choo-choo mmmm yumyumyum," Hobi smiled, scooping some sauce off my chin with his fork to let me eat the sauce. "Let Hobi see if Appa packed you a bib in your baby bag."

Appa pulled up to pick you up, the driver parking the S-Class. He was flicking through his phone gallery at your pictures. Jin hated being away from you. He switched screens to new dresses from Moschino that you would like, he wanted to start a colourful closet and have Hobi have an OCD moment and organise everything by colour. 

He sighed, closing his new Samsung foldable phone. He rested his head back watching Hobi and Namjoon bring you out. You were perched on Hobi's hip, face pressed into his shoulder. Namjoon carrying out your backpack and food.

Jin opened the door for you watching security pile around you in the underground parking lot. One of them opened the door,"Is that my cub?" Appa grinned, tugging off his mask.

"Appa!" You cheered cutely, voice like a bell.

"My cub!" He cheered letting you sit in his lap,"and look who's with me?"

"Awr J!"

Jin swore he carried your RJ plushie around like a Gucci purse. All the boys did now, you just loved stuffies. Especially when they smelled like a daddy. You climbed out of his lap to Rj, clicking off his seat belt. Jin put in a soft seat belt cover knowing how it scratches your neck when you wear it. 

"Is Yoongi's car here? I want her in her car seat today,"

"He just left," Namjoon and Hoseok looked over Jin noticing he was matching you, feeling infinitely jealous that he didn't match your clothes. 

"Aish,well that means my cub can sit in my lap for the drive home? And Bubba and Hobi will see you at home? You can take a nap on the way and then Appa can get you to a bath with lots of bubbles and bath toys?"

"Yayy!" You cheered snuggling into his side.

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𝓑𝓸𝔂 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓛𝓾𝓿…🍬|| BTS Reactions to Having a Plus Size GF

Love is beautiful in any and every form- and your form is his absolute favorite ;)

Makae Line coming soon <3

Jin

Absolutely ADORES your body, cannot stop touching you

Pokes your stomach incessantly, as it's his favorite part

will always choose staying home and stuffing his face with you over going anywhere else

Will stab anyone who makes fun of your weight protective

loves to reenact Lady and the Tramp whenever you guys eat noodles

"I made us some noodles, my love," He says, carefully walking over your bowls to the table. "No thanks, I'm not really hungry." He stares at you for a long while, bowls still in hand, an irritated expression on his face, "Then what did I do all this for?" "I didn't ask for you to make me noodles," You laugh. He puts the bowls down and then takes chop sticks out of this pocket, "Stop talking nonsense. Eat."

2.) Suga

hates when you insult yourself

thinks it's cute when you try to wear his t-shirts and they make you look like a sexy Winnie the Pooh

likes to randomly pinch your stomach when you're cuddling

Isn't as expressive with words

praises your body with his tongue

"Ugh, for ONCE I want to be able to wear you clothes without feeling like burrito busting out the foil," You groan, glaring at your reflection. He rolls his eyes, though admittedly it does cause him to chuckle a bit, "Oh stop." He comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist. He takes in the way your beautiful curves fill out his shirt- he especially loves how it looks paired with only those pretty little panties. Without another word, he kisses your neck; gently at first, but as soon as you tilt your head to the side to give him better access, it's a wrap.

3.) Jhope

Will not let you walk by him without smacking your ass

Loves your confidence and your massive thighs big heart

Put a mochi emoji next to your name LOL

keeps a photo of you in his wallet

loves every square inch of you

He leans back, eyes fixed on you as you focus on your reflection while you put in your earrings. Everything about you looks absolutely right tonight. "Baby, can you help zip me up?" You ask, turning your back to him. "With pleasure," He says. You press your boobs up higher to help the zipper a bit, sucking it in a bit as well. Once its all the way up, you're able to relax and smooth out the dress. "Oh yeah- this dress was a good choice," You say, turning sideways in the mirror to check out your ass. "Hell yeah it was," He says, runnings his hand down your back and then letting it trail down to your butt, "I might just keep you in this room to myself for the rest of the night."

4.) Namjoon

Never had the opportunity to date a plus sized girl before you (see below)

addicted

instant attraction from the moment he met you

attracted to your confidence and the way you carry yourself- like you're really THAT girl.

would throw hands for you fr

You wrap the towel tightly around your body, careful to tuck the top in so it doesn't fall as you walk around the room gathering everything you need to get ready for bed. "'Joon, can you pass me the shea butter from that drawer over there?" You ask, sitting down on the corner of the bed. "Of course," He says, his voice sounding giddy, "Can I do it?" "Why?" You laugh, watching him excitedly approach you with the the shea butter. "Come on, just say yes." "Alright, go ahead." He gets on one knee in front of you, dipping his finger in the butter and then rubbing it between his hands to melt it. You stare down at him, a sense of power rushing over you as you lift your leg and rest it on his shoulder. He looks over at your thigh, bottom lip falling open slightly. He begins rubbing the shea butter up and down, making sure to coat every single inch, though after a few moments he can't contain himself as he begins peppering your inner thigh with kisses. He's absolutely hooked.

[kittywritesfics]

and the spring day came at last

🐶puppy hybrid!jungkook x gangster!jimin

🏷️ in which mob boss jimin is seeking companionship and shelter hybrid jungkook has lost hope of ever finding a good home.

❗️references to gang violence perpetrated by jimin; hybrid mistreatment, specifically use of shock collars, though NOT perpetrated by jimin; hurt 'n' sad puppy boy koo but he eventually gets love ‘n’ care i promise <3

Romance always bloomed with the cherry blossoms, and Jimin was determined not to spend another spring alone.

It was difficult finding true companionship as a businessman who ran the underside of Seoul’s economy, but there truly was nothing that money could not buy and Jimin had long-since earned wealth in excess. Though expensive, a hybrid would be the perfect companion as they technically could never leave him and would be grateful for whatever shred of affection he managed to show.

When it came down to it, there really was no way Jimin could've gotten his hybrid anywhere other than Seoul's Second Chances. While he could easily adopt the rarest and best-trained breeds, there was something undeniably cruel to him about leaving sentient beings to wither away with the dying hope of being rehoused. Even he, with his bloody hands and cold reputation, could recognize that.

So there he was, the only customer in the huge shelter that opened after-hours for the CEO. Most of the hybrids were fast asleep in their tiny, cell-like rooms, but sniffling on the other side of door forty-three had him pausing. This was the only room without a window for potential adopters to peek through, and there was a strange red tag tied around the handle. This door had more locks secured to the outside than even the exotics' a few aisles back.

Jimin stopped walking.

"Oh! Mr. Park, sir, he’s nothing to consider. I can wake up some of the other hybrids if you'd like?" The owner said, noticing where his attention had drifted. The owner was human just as Jimin, but something about him was strongly reminiscent of a weasel. "We have some very well behaved Main Coons and Labradors just down the hall. Domestics are perfect for first-time owners."

If anything, his vague dissuasion had Jimin only further interested in what, who, lied beyond this door. Visions of a grizzly the size of Namjoon or a pit viper more poisonous than Yoongi flashed before his eyes, and he felt the intrigue growing.

"Tell me about this one," He ordered, pointing a ringed finger toward the mysterious door number forty-three.

The owner squirmed, obviously not liking where the conversation was headed.

"He’s a mutt, sir. A dog with no distinguishing characteristics other than his hostility. He’s a biter and will never be rehomed because of it. A very bad boy all around. We're keeping him here until the President finally passes the bill to put down dangerous hybrids. Now, if you'd like me to wake up—"

Jimin was a man who enjoyed challenges, and being denied one so blatantly did not sit well with him, nor did the clear lack of a second chance this unnamed hybrid was given. Wasn't that this shelter's whole brand? So what if the mutt was vicious; wasn't it their job to train it out of him?

Besides, maybe Jimin could make do with a mean beast of a hybrid. Most of his dealings were.... Less than savory and not exactly above board, so perhaps a guard dog would be the perfect replacement for Hoseok. He'd grown tired of seeing his good friend laying his life on the line for him everyday.

"I want to see this one," he said, an air of finality in his voice.

This was the tone he used when making offers no one could refuse, and the owner seemed to realize that. He nodded without another word, pulling a set of keys from his belt and a small remote out of his pocket. As he began unlocking an unnerving amount of bolts, the owner passed the remote to Jimin.

"You can press the red button for three seconds if he tries to bite, Mr. Park. I advise against any sudden movements or close contact, and there shouldn't be a problem. Knock when you're ready to come out," he explained quickly, as if he was ready for Jimin to take a look at the mutt and move on to a real sale.

What a prick. If he wasn't inches from the nameless, faceless hybrid that had captured his attention by reputation alone, Jimin would've decked him. That was saying something: the CEO didn't like to get his hands dirty; his rings were too expensive to bloody up. As soon as the heavy metal door creaked open, Jimin couldn't resist going inside, curiosity at an all time high.

Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't this.

The owner had shut him in with the supposed wild beast, but Jimin merely felt like he was in Namjoon's bedroom. It was monk-like with no decor or personal items like he'd seen in other rooms, but books were stacked high against the wall. His eyes caught on a few titles atop the piles, and he was confused to see the most boring assortment of texts possible. It was as if the hybrid's collection was intentionally devoid of anything that could be pleasurable or stimulating.

Other than the books, there was only a single mattress on the floor, so flat it was barely inches from the ground. Atop the mattress was the supposed aggressive, hopeless, bloodthirsty biter.

Two furry ears flopped across a tangled mess of dark hair, just visible from where the majority of the hybrid was cocooned in one of the standard issue blankets he'd noticed in every room. Large doe eyes peeked out at Jimin from a gap in the fabric, and the dark pools were sadder than any he'd ever seen before. Something like alarm and fear swirled within them, and as Jimin stepped further into the room, the blanket tightened around the small form perched atop the mattress. He looked like a child, a pup, and a terrified one at that.

"Hello," Jimin said evenly, allowing a rare ounce of kindness to warm his tone.

The hybrid made no move to speak, and, acting on impulse, Jimin sat down directly on the floor. His Brioni suit trousers had never touched anything as grimy as the cold tile of this hybrid's cell, but the act of ease was one made instinctively. Perhaps the little thing wouldn't tremor so violently if he wasn't being towered over.

"My name is Park Jimin, and I'm looking for a friend to come home with me," he explained politely when the silence had stretched too long.

The smile on his face was a foreign thing, but he knew from his mother's cooing that it made him look much softer. So he simply beamed at the unidentifiable mass on the bed, refusing to speak another word until the hybrid did. His intentions had to become clear when the room grew uncomfortably silent and he didn't move to break it.

The hybrid shuffled slightly, peering down at him with mistrust and a little bit of what looked like awe. Finally, a very timid voice sung out from beneath the bundles of fabric.

"Bad dogs can’t have friends, sir," he said, the words spoken in such a way that Jimin knew he was repeating something he'd been told before, maybe many times. The hurt tenor in his voice sent a pang straight through Jimin's heart of ice.

Jimin got the sense that this puppy wanted a friend very, very much.

At this, the smile Jimin had painted on his face dimmed. Ever so gently, he asked, "And why do you think you're a bad dog, hm? You sound rather polite to me."

The hybrid's eyes left him for the first time, peering down shamefully at the floor. For a moment, Jimin thought he wouldn't answer. They both knew he had been told about the hybrid’s history of biting, but for some reason, Jimin wanted to hear it from the pup himself. Someone so quiet and shy couldn't be a vicious creature like he'd been made out to be. It just wasn't adding up.

"Only bad dogs bite their owners," the dog mumbled softly, hastily adding, "sir" to the end of his confession.

Surprise jolted through Jimin's chest as he realized tears were rapidly welling up in the puppy’s dark eyes. Living with the brand of a bad dog was killing him, that much was obvious. Jimin could practically hear his heart break as he spoke. The man's instincts were rarely wrong, and Jimin's were telling him that this hybrid was a very good boy indeed.

"Why did you bite your owner?" He asked softly, trying his best to avoid sounding judgmental.

Though most of his face was still covered, Jimin could hear the pout in his voice as he said, "He pressed the button too much, sir."

Jimin didn't understand until the hybrid’s eyes flicked at the remote loosely held between his fingers, looking away quickly after like the sight alone hurt him. Still, Jimin didn't know what his words or the remote meant. He said as much, and the pup hesitated for a very long time. Those big eyes looked over every inch of his face for a few stretched moments before apparently finding what he was hoping for. What it was, Jimin hadn't a clue.

Jimin had seen men get their brains blown out more times than he cared to think about, but nothing had ever disturbed him more than the sight revealed to him when the hybrid unraveled himself from the blanket. The fabric pooled around his hips to unveil an oversized jumper drowning tense shoulders and clenched fists, but what really got his attention was the heavy black collar fastened around the pup’s slender throat. Unlike the other collars he'd seen on hybrids, this one had a small box on the side, and Jimin assumed it was responsible for the violently red and purple ring burned into the hybrid’s pale skin.

Jimin dropped the remote like it burned his fingers, and the hybrid flinched at the sound of it clattering against the floor.

They'd put an electric shocking collar on this little puppy boy, a device that was rarely used for the most feral of predators. If Jimin were anyone else, he would be sick or maybe cry. But he was Park Jimin, and all he wanted to do was burn down the world. Maybe he would, after his hybrid was safely holed up in his penthouse suite, far from any danger that could ever befall him again. Yes, that sounded like a grand idea; coming home to the sweet pup after tearing apart everyone who had ever mistreated a defenseless thing like him.

"I think I see now," he said quietly, and he did. He saw it all quite clearly. "You've been very polite when speaking to me, and I can see it in your eyes that you're a good puppy. It's your previous owner who was bad, and the man who runs this shelter is bad, too. Is that right? I don't think you have it in you to be a bad dog, baby."

He was right, of course, and, almost in disbelief, the hybrid affirmed his words with an eager nod. His black ears flapped with the movement and Jimin was hopelessly endeared. More tears spilled down the pup’s cheeks as he looked at Jimin like he was an angel sent from heavens he'd almost started to believe weren't real. How could the sheltered hybrid know that sitting before him was the devil himself? But from the way this puppy boy regarded Jimin, nothing could make him believe the actual, ugly truth.

The longer he stared, those tears turned into tiny rivulets trickling down his red cheeks. Jimin fought the urge to wipe them away, suspecting that he’d never let the poor thing go when they finally touched.

"Do you want to come home with me? You'll never have to wear a collar like that again. All you'll have to do is be the good puppy I know you are," Jimin said softly, almost crooning at the hybrid. "I'll take the best care of you. You'll be so happy and safe, forever."

Jimin was saying the words quite clearly, but they were foreign in his voice. Never before had he spoken so warmly to anyone, let alone a hybrid he'd met minutes ago. The fury he felt at the realization of these circumstances had given way to something strange and much more terrifying. An overwhelming sense of affection had gripped his heart when the boy nodded so desperately at his first question. He'd been treated so poorly, so unfairly, and yet he could still look with eyes that twinkled like stars; he looked that way at Jimin.

Yes, Jimin was determined for this to work out, and he always got what he wanted.

"Yes, sir, please. Please wanna go with you," he answered so quietly it was a mere whisper. The response was nearly drowned out by the sound of dull thumping just behind him, and as Jimin stood, he saw the long black tail wagging with excitement. It nearly sent him back to the floor, knees threatening to give out.

Fondness for the sweet little thing warmed his body so genuinely that it came as a shock. In the span of one short conversation, this hybrid had melted the icy shield around his heart and wiggled his way in. If he didn't step outside to get a grip on himself right then, Jimin knew he would do something irrational like sweep the puppy into a hug and murmur promises of all the good things to come.

"Good. I'd like that very much," Jimin said sincerely, understating just how overwhelming his want was. "And no more calling me sir, please. I'm your Jiminie, and you're my good puppy. Do you have another name you want me to call you?”

The puppy wiggled a little bit at the praise and said shyly, “My name’s Jungkookie, b-but I like it lots when—when you call me ‘good puppy.’”

The admission sent a pretty pink blush rising up to the pup’s cheeks, and Jimin hummed in satisfaction.

“Well, good puppy, pick out your favorite books; we're going home."

Jimin's promises were golden and even more rare because he never broke them. The hybrid smiled so brightly it nearly stole his breath, the utter joy emanating from him so pure and all because of him. Yes, they would stay like this forever. He was sure of it.

+

The shelter owner had quaked earlier at Jimin's no nonsense tone, but this low, ever so calm register was the one he truly should be afraid of. When Jimin grew unnervingly quiet, it was because he was beside himself with rage. This was the side of him that ran Seoul's underground with an iron fist and empty conscience. This was the man who ordered death and destruction like it was Sunday brunch. As he stood in the disorganized clutter of Second Chance's main office, Jimin was moments away from doing just that.

"I don't give a fuck about your bullshit sealed history policy. You'll give me the name of her previous owner, and you'll do it right goddamn now before I really grow impatient. You're lucky I haven’t had your neck snapped for putting that ugly fucking shocking contraption on her," Jimin seethed, monstrous anger biting in every syllable.

The last time he’d been this angry, his gang had laid siege over every outfit south of the Han; it was the start of Park Jimin’s terrible reign. The owner seemed to realize then that he was in grave danger.

Jimin had lied, though. The owner was already dead, and he had been since the moment Jimin laid eyes on his pup in that atrocious collar. The only reason the owner still breathed was because he was the only one here to take care of the hybrids for the night. Hoseok was under orders to see him disposed of the minute employees arrived the next morning; he'd texted the situation to his enforcer right after leaving his pup. Hoseok sent question mark emojis at the delay in wiping out the man who had mistreated the hybrid, but Jimin had his reasons. The thought of other creatures like his sweet boy left all alone broke the heart Jimin just remembered he had, so the owner would live for a few more hours.

But there was no reality in which he went unpunished for locking that shock collar on Park Jimin’s hybrid.

"Sir, I'm so sorry, sir. I'll get the file now. You have to understand, he nearly took off three of his fingers. We had to use precautions. Please don't–"

Jimin turned before he finished, not wanting to waste another moment with the scum. As he left the office, he called over his shoulder for the man to deliver the file to his driver. Hoseok would get a good look at him then, the man he’d make disappear in a few short hours. It was a familiar dance for his head enforcer; there wasn’t a hit that Jimin fulfilled without Hoseok having a hand in it.

The walk back to door number forty-three was relatively short, but Jimin appreciated the moment of silence to process this night.

When he entered Second Chances, he had prepared to leave with a tough companion to share his life with. Now, for the first time in a long time, he couldn't think straight because of a pretty face with doe eyes that looked at him like he hung the moon and each star. The thought of coming home to a place that wasn't empty and soulless delighted him more than he cared to admit, and if the puppy kept up the clear admiration he felt for the man, Jimin knew the ache that had grown like mold in his chest these past few years would heal very quickly.

Jimin would be better than he was before with something as sweet as Jungkookie in his life. It felt like spring had arrived in earnest for Jimin after years of cold winter, the gentle caress of affection an unfamiliar and welcome sensation in his heart.

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hi!!! so here’s this… it’s a preview draft of one of the misc works I’ve had written for a long time and just decided to post. this is just the first part as sort of a drabble teaser… I’m going to post the full thing to ao3 eventually if y’all want to read the rest! lmk what you think via the message option.. I’m very curious 🙈

[7waystreet]

s*x education | kim namjoon

synopsis —  things get frisky when the school's most popular boy namjoon asks you to come over to work on a group project together

genre — fluff; smut

warnings — 18+ language and sexual content, fingering

word count — 1.6k

"Alright everyone, listen up! I'll now be announcing who your partner is for this upcoming assignment, and what your specific subject will be for the presentation the two of you have to do together in front of the class."

With a surge of panic taking over you, your fingers tightly cross underneath the desk and your jaw clenching out of nervousness. Having a semester of this sex education class is unnecessary and somewhat embarrassing in itself, but standing up and presenting in front of the class might just be the death of you. You catch yourself praying to God you at least don't get stuck with a boy for this project, your chest tightening up in an instance when you hear what your teacher says next.

"Namjoon, you'll be working with (y/n) and your topic is sexual consent. Make sure you list out what activities are defined as sexual, whether it is verbal or physical, and how consent works in healthy relationships."

Your face turns to ice when you hear your classmates teasingly smirk and whoop as Namjoon slowly gets up to collect the folder from your teacher, then heading back to sit in his seat, which is right in front of yours. Fuck. You're so beyond screwed. Why in the world did you have to get paired up with the most popular guy in your grade, who also just happens to be your long time crush?

You feel like you're gonna pass out from the heat now burning through your veins when Namjoon suddenly turns around, his sharp hawk-like eyes staring straight into yours as he coldly asks you "Wanna meet up at my house after school?"

Of course he's cold. You're just an ordinary girl in his class that he definitely hasn't even given the courtesy to look at once before.

You shyly nod at him in agreement before he lowers his gaze, his large hand holding a shiny pen that looks rather small in his grip, now quickly scribbling down his cell phone number on the corner of the page in your open notebook.

"Text me. I'll send you my address" he uninterestedly mumbles before smoothly turning back around in his seat, shaking his head and sneakily throwing a crumpled piece of paper at his best friend who keeps irritatingly winking at him.

You almost feel humiliated as you stand in front of his mansion of a house a few hours later, weak in your knees, slowly lifting your hand to ring the doorbell and biting your lip as a painful few seconds pass by. The door then swiftly swings open and your eyes are met with the handsome boy who instantly makes your throbbing heart fall out of your chest.

"Hey come in. Let's go to my room."

HIS ROOM?!

You thought the internal pain you're feeling couldn't get any worse, but it does when he ushers you to head up the giant spiral staircase that leads to his bedroom. As you're climbing the stairs behind him, your eyes can't help but trail down his toned ass and muscular calves, which are exposed because he's in his usual athletic shorts. You take a gulp and try your best to look away though, telling yourself you're only at his house to complete your assignment and then you're getting the hell out of here before you actually faint.

Namjoon flops on his king sized bed and stares you down with curiosity as you stand there at the door, completely bewildered, your eyes rapidly wandering around his bedroom to find something to sit on that's not his bed. His study desk is tucked into the corner so you decide to walk over and place your bag on the fancy carpet as you sit down in the chair, Namjoon amusingly observing you before he lets out a loud chuckle.

"Oh, you're the shy kind. Don't worry, I respect that."

He now pulls out his phone from his pocket, then lazily rolling around and browsing through Twitter while laughing and aggressively typing out tweets, his phone continuously buzzing back with the constant incoming notifications. You force yourself to look away, silently opening up your laptop and getting prepared by creating a new word doc to take some preliminary notes.

"So, do you want to start off by defining what sexual consent is?"

"Huh?"

"Defining sexual consent."

"What?"

"For the project, Namjoon."

"Uh yeah, do whatever."

"What the hell do you mean by do whatever? I'm not going to work for you while you sit on your ass and don't do shit."

A soft gasp escapes your mouth as even you surprise yourself by the sudden attitude you've just given him, but then again, is it really that unexpected when he doesn't give you the light of day? Namjoon's laying there on his fluffy bed in front of you, looking finer than ever in a tight black t-shirt that's highlighting his broad chest and big biceps even more than usual. It's not your fault you secretly want to throw your laptop away and get on the bed with him, having pretty much lost count of how many times you've fantasized about being in his room with him like this before. Some attention from him would be nice.

Namjoon's brows shoot up in astonishment at your uncalled for remark, an unexpected smirk forming on the corner of his thick lips as he sits up and throws his phone away on the mattress.

"Alright, you fiesty one. Can you come sit over here though? I'm too tired to bring another chair from downstairs."

Your cheeks feel warmer with each step and you try to hide the fact that you're blushing as you sit down next to Namjoon on the bed, firmly holding the laptop on your thighs while you maintain a healthy distance between your bodies. Namjoon steadily leans in, your shoulders now touching as he takes a look at your computer screen.

"Ok, so sexual consent is... um, that's like giving permission or fully agreeing to do something physical."

"Yeah, physical, or we can say intimate too. We can also add it requires mutual respect and clear communication between the people involved" you type out as you continue to take notes in the doc.

"Right. So like if I wanted to finger you, I'd have to ask you first and make sure you're ok with it, without forcing you in any way."

You entirely choke on your spit when you hear his bold words, letting out a few frenzied coughs as you struggle to catch your breath, now making your laptop shake from the motion. Namjoon quickly grabs the computer off of you and places it down on the bed to the side, then putting his hand on your back, lightly caressing it to calm you down from your sputtering.

"Hey whoa, are you ok?"

"Sexual consent, Namjoon! I didn't allow you to touch my back and rub it like this!"

"Sorry... I only meant to comfort you. I thought a sexual touch would be more like if I placed my hand on your thigh. Like this."

You totally freeze up when you feel his warm palm connect with the skin on your thigh that's exposed because of the skirt you had chosen to wear to school today.

"Is that ok?"

"Yea— yeah it is."

"What about this?"

A sharp pain shoots through your stomach as Namjoon begins to lean into your face, his hand gently squeezing your thigh and his lips lingering just inches away from yours. You nod to accept his gesture, Namjoon's lips then softly pressing into yours as he takes control. You simply melt into his kisses that are comforting and passionate, something you wouldn't have expected from the star jock of your grade at school, both of your lips moving together in a natural rhythm, the worry about finishing your project long gone out of your thoughts.

"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable and I'll stop."

His sweet words ease you as you both lean back and you sink into the bouncy mattress, Namjoon's strong body hovering over yours while his hand slides up your thigh and touches your clothed heat underneath your skit. He rubs you over your panties, your thighs already shivering as this is a completely unknown touch to you, never having been fingered by anyone before, let alone by someone so perfect like Namjoon.

He moves your panties to the side to give his long fingers just enough space to slide past, slowly massaging your clit in circles as you close your eyes and hold your breath in. Namjoon deeply kisses you again, his middle finger now sliding down from your clit and slowly entering your heat. Your natural instinct is to sharply pull back from the kiss as he starts fingering you, finding the feeling quite overwhelming at first.

"I don't want to hurt you. Do you want me to stop?"

"No, keep going. I like what you're doing."

He attentively listens to you, picking up the pace as he pumps his digit in, stretching your tight walls and brushing past a specific spot that causes a euphoric feeling within you. He notices your gasps and follows through accordingly, making sure to repeatedly keep hitting that spot to get you cumming in no time.

With a severed breath, your throat feels dry and your hand grasps his sheets in a fist as your orgasm gets you shaking, your eyes opening just in time to see Namjoon take out his soaked finger and licking it clean before popping it out of his mouth.

"So, you were too tired to bring a chair from downstairs but not too tired to finger me like that?"

"I was just trying to get us some first hand experience with our project topic. We aced it" Namjoon flashes you a naughty smile.

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BTS sfw oneshots

jinnie's piggies (ot7 , feeder jin , drabble)

pampering the leader (minjoon , chubby namjoon , hurt and comfort)

they are all staring at you (yoonmin , chubby yoongi , poping buttons , public space)

chp2  (yoonmin , fat yoongi , bdsm , dom sub dynamics , hurt/comfort , use of safe word)

stubborn Yoonie (yoonkook , chubby yoongi , shaming)

zumba at 6:30pm (sope , chubby yoongi , zumba instructor hoseok)

miss the gym? (could be ot7 , jungkook centric , chubby jungkook)

his baby, his stuffed, gassy baby (taekook , chubby jungkook , gassy)

chp2  (taekook , chubby jungkook , gassy )

weird oportunity (could be ot7 , jungkook centric , chubby jungkook , insecurities)

stress eating (ot7 , fat hyung line , stuffing , hurt comfort)

teeny tiny house (2seok , fat hoseok , breaking furniture , hurt comfort , use of safe word)

MAMAs presentation doesnt have to be perfect (namseok , double gaining , hurt comfort kinda)

Jinnie’s...piggies? (ot3 , namjinseok , fat namjoon and fat hoseok , getting stuck in chairs , breaking the couch)

a 6 month hiatus does that to you (jungkook x reader , chubby jungkook , hurt/comfort)

Coca Cola and beer (hopekook , gassy jungkook , pinning , light angst)

the realest of selves (namkook , not feederism , established relationship , fluff)

“namjin evidence” (namjin , not feederism , established  relationship , fluff and crack )

literature can be interesting? (sope , not feederism , uni professor au , fluffy , happy ending , pinning )

chairman sized (vminkook , fat jimin , getting stuck in chair , public space , wg denial)

bts x mcdonalds (ot7 , word dump , furtniture breaking , they all gain weight )

the gentler touches (trans guy hoseok , namseok , fluff , gender dysphoria , hurt comfort)

monthly charity carwash (bottom heavy seokjin , public space , carwash , word dump?)

how to train your hybrid, sorta (yoonkook , mutual gaining, fluff , stuffing

admiring you is a full time job (hopekook , drunken confessions , ripping clothes , pinning, NSFW BONUS IN SECOND CHAPTER)

a king's banquet, pocket sized (jinkook , royal au , king jungkook , chef seokjin , stuffing , fluff)

room to change (namjin , hurt/comfort , internalized homophibia , anxiety , making out , dry humping , chubby seokjin)

skinny boy big dreams (jungkook solo , feedee jungkook , small drabble , bodyshaming)

not yet afterhours ( jinkook , obese jim seokjin , muscle chub jungkook , stuffing , bakery au)

a higher gpa and a higher bmi (namkook , taejin , sopemin , fat maknae line )

a fu(filling) challenge (yoonjin, gainer seokjin, wg , fat seokjin, competitive eating , public space)

heavyweight champion of the mile high club (taekook , fat kim taehyung , feeder jeon jungkook , in public , mile high club (i guess) )

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

Chapter 16

Tags: Murder

A/N: This is where 2019 Emily chickened out & 2023 Emily did not

Hobi zipped up his barn jacket and rubbed his hands together. It was already cold in November. It was frigid at 5am on a November morning. He heard an ATV and saw the rider wave at him. Hobi jogged over and got on.

“You ready?” Namjoon asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied.

“I told them to meet me here at 7 for the raid. That gives us 2 hours,” Namjoon told him as they rode. “Well, an hour and a half or so.”

“Think we can do it?” Hobi asked.

“I’ve got tactical training and you’re pissed off. If it has to be 2 people to take this bastard down, it’s gonna be the 2 of us,” Namjoon stopped. “We’re gonna have to walk from here or they’ll hear us. Appointments don’t start until 8am.”

“Is that what they call them?” Hobi asked.

“It makes you feel less gross,” Namjoon replied.

“Did you...pick Jin?” Hobi hated how that sounded.

“I told them my mate was too sick to carry a pup to term and they matched me with Jin. I didn’t mean to fall in love with him. It just...happened,” Namjoon looked into the distance like he wasn’t sure if it was a good memory or a bad one. “It wasn’t until later that I realized my mate knew he was gonna die before Jisoo was born. He wanted to nurture my bond with Jin and then right before he died, he told me to do whatever it took to get him out.”

“Yoongi said these...appointments...aren’t cheap. How could you afford it?” Hobi asked as they hopped down a steep embankment.

“My mate’s family was well off. We told them that we were trying an experimental fertility treatment. They didn’t ask questions or if they did he never told me,” Namjoon said. “I prepaid for the rest of Jin’s pregnancy after my mate died and Jimin didn’t ask questions.”

“Sounds like he won’t if there’s enough money involved,” Hobi said.

“Yup,” then Namjoon stopped them. About 100 yards ahead, they saw a building that looked like a hunting lodge.

“That’s it?” Hobi whispered.

“Yeah,” Namjoon replied. “Most of it’s underground except for the pen and that one wing of the hospital.”

“How do we get in?” Hobi asked.

“The guards don’t come on shift until 7:30. We have 85 minutes to do this,” Namjoon told him.

“Got it,” Hobi said. They walked up to the front door and tried the handle. It was locked. Namjoon pulled out a case about the size of a manicure kit and produced some tools.

“They teach lockpicking at the police academy?” Hobi raised an eyebrow.

“No, but I’ve found it’s a really useful skill to have,” Namjoon replied as the lock clicked open. He put the tools back in his pocket and carefully walked inside.

“Now what?” Hobi asked.

“Service isn’t great, but keep your phone on. I still remember how to get to the holding area for the Omegas. You go find Jimin,” Namjoon told him. Hobi nodded and they split up. The whole house was dark and the sun wasn’t up yet. Hobi didn’t dare use the flashlight on his phone. Jimin was an Alpha, so Hobi focused on his scent. They obviously kept the main area very clean because he couldn’t smell much, Alpha or Omega. He crept down the main hall against the wall and focused. There had to be a hint somewhere. Even cologne. As he went down the hall, he saw a light on under one of the closed doors. He carefully crept toward it and inhaled. Definitely another Alpha. Of course, if he could smell them then they could smell him. He’d have to move fast.

Hobi carefully turned the knob and whipped in through the door. He was met by a forearm to the throat. He fell on his back and got the wind knocked out of him. Jimin stood over him, rubbing his arm.

“Not very good at getting the jump on me, eh?” he said.

“I got in here, didn’t I?” Hobi replied.

“Touché. What do you want?” Jimin asked.

“You’re smarter than that,” Hobi pushed himself up on his elbows as he caught his breath. Jimin crouched down in front of him.

“Let me rephrase. Who are you? Then I’ll know what you want,” Jimin said.

“I found Min Yoongi half dead in my front yard 8 months ago after he escaped here,” Hobi replied.

“So he did survive. I thought he did. I lost a lot of business when he got away. I couldn’t afford to spend months trying to determine if he was alive or dead, though. I still had a business to run,” Jimin stood up.

“This isn’t a business. It’s a prison,” Hobi glared up at him.

“I provide a service that people are willing to pay for. That, by definition, is a business,” Jimin replied. “I don’t suppose Yoongi ever told you how he ended up here?”

“Why would that matter?” Hobi sat up.

“Satisfy your idle curiosity?” Jimin replied.

“Fine, but I have no reason to believe a single thing you say,” Hobi said.

“He came here willingly when he was 15. He was already whoring himself out. At least here he wouldn’t be out on the streets. He was happy to take me up on my offer. He knew what he was getting into,” Jimin said. Hobi refused to believe it. He refused to believe that Yoongi would’ve willingly gone there. Beyond that, whoring himself out? It was impossible. Not the loving, caring Omega who was asleep at home right now with no idea what Hobi was up to. Without thinking, Hobi jumped up and took a swing at Jimin. His fist made contact with the side of Jimin’s face. He unleashed his Alpha instincts and years of trying to control horses and easily pinned Jimin against the wall.

“You’re lying,” he growled.

“Ask him yourself,” Jimin replied, clearly not concerned Hobi would do any real harm.

“No,” Hobi snapped.

“Because you’re scared that I’m telling the truth?” Jimin taunted.

“Because you almost destroyed him. I’m not opening up another old wound,” Hobi snarled. He was going feral. This man would never go near his mate and daughter. He’d never leave this compound. Jimin recognized the look in Hobi’s eyes.

“Are you gonna kill me?” Jimin asked, touching his split lip.

“No,” Hobi replied. “I’m gonna do to you what you did to my mate.”

“Which is?” he asked.

“Watch while someone else does my dirty work. There’s more than one Omega down there who would be happy to get their hands on you. Perhaps you misjudged the safety of the door to the pen and the Omegas were able to get in there with you. The doors out of there might jam and you’re stuck in there with a dozen pissed off Omegas. Your brilliant plan to hide in your own death trap failed,” Hobi told him.

“You wouldn’t do that,” Jimin said.

“Watch me,” Hobi grabbed him by the throat. He banged Jimin’s head against the wall hard enough to knock him out then pulled out his phone. It was 6:15.

“Namjoon, where are you?” Hobi asked when Namjoon picked up the phone.

“Downstairs by the pen. Did you get him?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah, he’s out cold,” Hobi replied.

“Bring him down here,” Namjoon gave him directions to get down to the area in question. Hobi hefted Jimin over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes then set off downstairs.

The pen was every bit as intimidating as Jungkook had made it sound. It was smooth concrete walls about 25 feet high with razor wire on top. There were 2 guard towers on each side. The door from the hospital wing to the pen was still there.

“What do you want to do with him?” Namjoon asked.

“Let them have him,” Hobi nodded toward the group of Omegas standing about 20 feet away. There were about a dozen of them and at least 3 were visibly pregnant.

“You sure?” Namjoon asked.

“Don’t you think they earned it?” Hobi countered.

“I do. Let’s move, we’re running out of time,” Namjoon wrestled open the door to the pen and Hobi unceremoniously dropped Jimin on the cold, hard ground.

“Barricade the doors once you let them in. I don’t want him getting out,” Hobi said.

“No argument here,” Namjoon agreed. Hobi walked out and made his way up to the guard tower. This was for Yoongi. This was for Jina. This was for Jin. This was for Jungkook. This was for all the Omegas that Hobi never knew and pups who were taken from their parents. This wasn’t murder. This was justice. That’s what Hobi told himself as he climbed the stairs.

By the time Hobi got to the top, Jimin had woken up. He looked up at Hobi, but didn’t say anything. The door to the pen opened and the Omegas flooded in. Jimin didn’t even try to run. He knew it was useless. As the mob beat the life out of him, Hobi stood in the guard tower and watched. The last thing the infamous Park Jimin saw was Hobi’s emotionless face.

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~The one where she’s Sweeter Than Sweet (KNJ)~

Namjoon feels his shoulders sink as he unlocked his apartment door, exhaling a long sigh as he entered. He throws off his cap, ruffling his hair. It's damp from sweat. He locks his door behind him, rolling his neck and shoulders. It had been a long day.

He feels a buzz in his pocket, reaching in and grabbing his phone. He swipes to answer the call, "Hello?"

  "Hey, Joonie," he heard his girlfriend greet. Wherever she was, the reception wasn't too good. Sounded like she was on the move.

  "Hey, babe," he can't help the small smile growing on his face. "What're you up to?"

  "I was just about to ask you the same thing. Are you busy?" She wondered, he heard a hopeful tone in her voice, despite the commotion in the background muffling her words a bit.

  "Nah, I just got home. I'm about to shower, why?" He wondered. He steps out of his shoes and sheds his shoulder bag, slipping into his house slippers and shuffling into his room. He drops his bag onto his desk chair.

"Oh, okay, so you're done with classes for the week?" She asked, and he hummed in agreement. "Good... you think I can come over when my class is over? I know you're probably tired...." She trails off, he chuckles huskily at her adorable habit to ramble. She stopped herself this time, but she tends to run her mouth when she gets shy.

  "Sure, I miss you." They hadn't seen each other in two weeks, with the exception of video calls. They both had some busy weeks between classes and for Alex, work too. He could tell she was blushing, she'd gone quite for a moment.

  "Okay, Joonie. I should be over in like 90 minutes." She explained.

  "Okay, see you then." He granted and she hung up, he pulls his clothes off, heading into the shower to wash off his day.

Sure enough, 90 minutes later, she was knocking on his door. Namjoon eagerly got up to answer it, smiling when he saw her. She beams, and they wrap their arms around one another. He lifts her off her feet, turning into his apartment and squeezing her. She giggles.

  Namjoon set her on her feet, shutting the door behind them. "How was your day?"

  "Long," she muttered with a sigh. "You?"

  "Same," he saw her overnight bag shouldered, smiling. She pokes his dimples, cooing about how much she missed them. "Have you showered yet?"

  She shakes her head, pulling a hair tie from her wrist and pulling her long, thin twists up into a bun on her head, "Do you mind...?" He shakes his head.

"I'll be in bed," he assured, watching her shuffle away into his bathroom with a smile. Namjoon moves back to bed, gently turning his small plum tree on his window sill so that it would get sunlight on both sides. He grabs hold of a novel from his shelf, sitting back on his bed as he resumes the story. The shower stopped soon, he could hear his girlfriend shuffling around in there. The door opened, though she only poked her head out.

  "Joonie?" She called, and he looked at her from where he sat, "Can I wear one of your shirts?" She asked shyly, even from down the hall he can tell she's blushing. He gets up and pulls out one of the first t-shirts from his drawer, handing it to her. He wondered what she was so shy for, they'd seen each other naked countless times. He recalled asking her once, and she rambled on about still having privacy to herself. He shrugged at the thought.

  A minute later, she stepped out, dropping her bag into his room and shutting the door behind her. She yawns and stretches, he watches his shirt hike up her lush thighs, revealing the pretty cherry red thong she had on. Namjoon bites his cheek at the sight, pretending to get back into his book as she joined him in bed.

  He expected her to lie with him, though she lies on her stomach facing the foot of the bed, where her TV stood. Her dorm had a size limit for personal TVs, and so she kept it at his place. She switches it to one of her shows, keeping the volume low for his sake.

  Namjoon bites his cheek harder as he looks at her. She'd pulled the front section of her hair up, it all spilled down her back. She's propped up on her elbows, feet gently kicking as she watches her show. His eyes trail to her backside, though she shifted, reaching for her bag and pulling it toward herself.  "They we're giving treat bags, today. You want some?" She asked, turning and showing him the little bag of candy she had in hand.

  Namjoon chuckles, she's adorable. He nods, and she rummages around for a moment before pulling out a lemon lollipop for him. He smiles at her, sticking it in his mouth with the wrapper carelessly discarded in the general direction of his waste bin.

  She returns to her show, chewing the fruity candies she had. Namjoon's gaze lands back on her backside, his shirt barely covering it. He stares at the underside of her pillowy soft booty, perfectly round and plump. It was hard to make out, but he could see the colorful fabric of her panties peeking back at him. Alex crossed her legs at the ankle, dropping her feet back onto the bed.

  She had a pillow tucked beneath her waist, it made her butt poke out that much more. The underside of her smooth thighs blend seamlessly into it. Her skin glistened with that sweet rose oil she tends to use. He heard her giggle at her show, watching her booty jiggle as a result.

  His lollipop was all gone, he settled with fiddling with the plastic stick it was stuck on. His tongue swirls around the thin stem, still tasting the remnants of the lemony sweet treat as he stares intently at her butt. If only he had given her a smaller t-shirt, the hem was compromising his full view of her bubble butt. What he would give to squeeze each globe of her flesh in each hand.

  He feels heat building in his stomach, and that familiar ache in his groin. Namjoon props up his knee, glad he had on grey sweats to easily cover up his raging boner. She giggles again, the supple flesh of her delectable behind rippling yet again.

  He peeks at their reflection in his wall mirror, holding his breath at the sight of her cleavage, practically spilling out of his shirt. It was ill fitting on her, most of his clothes were, considering their much larger size. Her soft, large breasts are squished together, begging to be squeezed and played with. She had no bra on, he could see glimpses of her brown nipples. He jokingly called them Hershey's kisses. They're fun to suck on, especially considering how sensitive she is.

  He watched one side slip down her shoulder, and as if to add to his torture, she hadn't bothered pulling it back up when she noticed. Alex rummages through her sweets again, unwrapping a bright red lollipop.

  Namjoon presses his back to his headboard, keeping his book in his lap. Little could be done to alleviate the deep throb he felt. He clenched his jaw, staring at the reflection of her plump lips as they wrap around the bright red ball of sugar. They release it with a soft, wet pop. Alex hums in satisfaction, dipping the candy back into her mouth. He shuts his eyes at the sound of the gentle slurps. She was trying not to be crude as she enjoyed her candy, not that he minded.

"Joonie?" Alex called, she turns her face back to him, pulling the candy from her juicy, glistening lips. "Did you hear me?"

  Namjoon shakes his head, fumbling for an excuse. "Sorry, babe, I was reading this." He gestured to his book, his girlfriend hums in understanding. Damn that innocent look on her face. She knows what she's doing. He saw the hint of lust on her gaze, she slips her candy back into her mouth, slowly slipping it from the confines of her juicy, plump lips, releasing it with another wet pop. Namjoon shifts a bit.

  "You haven't turned a page in like ten minutes, Joonbug." She stated softly. Oh she knows exactly what she's doing, alright. She giggles softly at his expression, reaching in and pulling out another lemon lollipop. She hands it to him, he takes it and places it in his mouth, discarding the stick from the old one.

  He tries returning to his book, but she kept shifting as she watched her show, he watched her tuck her arm beneath her torso. Namjoon quirks a brow, sucking in the lemony flavor as he stares at the tips of her pretty fingers, gently they massage the soft bundle of nerves that are clad in her colorful lace panties. He watched her back dip inward, staring at her face in their reflection again. Her eyes were shut blissfully, the stick from her candy dangling between her lips. He flexes his jaw.

A soft, breathy sigh slips from her glistening lips, her fingers slowly rubbing herself in gentle, tight circles. He watched them move, hearing her breath hitch as she applied more pressure. Her lids flutter with pleasure, fingers collecting moisture.

  Namjoon marks his page, setting his book beside him on his nightstand. He unlocks the bottom drawer and pulls out a condom, bringing it to his teeth. By now the candy had dissolved completely in his mouth, leaving the plastic stick to dangle between his teeth. Alex shudders gently, he watched her ass jiggle as she did. He tears the condom open, pulling himself from his grey sweats and rolling it on. It's vibrant blue color seemed a bit off putting to him, but he wasn't one to waste.

  Namjoon sits up, straddling her thighs. She pulls her hand away, lip tugged between her teeth in anticipation. He slides his shirt up her back, marveling at the beautiful sight of her backside. He takes a handful of each heap, squeezing the supple flesh in his hands. Alex whimpers, shifting impatiently, her ass moving with her. Namjoon takes hold of the cherry red thong, sliding it down her juicy thighs until it was at her knees. The light slurping of her lips around the red candy makes his hair stand on end. 

She meets his eyes in their reflection, feigning innocence with that sinful, sultry gaze. Namjoon bites his cheek. "Make that one last." He orders, staring at her intensely in the mirror. He starts admiring the dimples in her back, wrapping his hands around her hips, pressing his thumbs into her back dimples. 

  Her breath hitches softly as he slowly slips in, though the two of them kept shifting in discomfort. Alex arches her back some more, and he turns and stuffs one of his pillows beneath her hips. Her eyes shut softly as he fully submerged himself at last, breath falling heavily. Her thighs part more for him, lifting her ass toward him a bit higher. Namjoon smirks, his large hand gripping the supple flesh, watching it jiggle. 

  Her body jolts at the first thrust. It had been a while, surely she'd need some getting used to. He keeps his gaze on her pretty, dewy face. Her juicy plump lips wrap around that damned lollipop, staining her tongue bright red. It wasn't long before her soft moans began to build, he brings her hips back to meet his thrusts, increasing the power of them gradually. Namjoon bites back a curse, she was gripping him hard, not to mention the sweltering heat of her velvety soft walls. He groans, reaching and gripping a handful of her long twists. 

Alex's eyes roll back, and she goes quiet as she holds her breath. Namjoon smirks, pounding her with more force as her body starts to tremble around him. Soft whimpers slip from her, and her mouth gapes open. She seems to have forgotten about her candy. 

  "Finish it," He ordered in a gruff tone, which seemed to help her come back to her senses. She props herself up on her elbows, succumbing to the loud, hard thrusts he made into her. They both stare at their crude reflection, watching her attributes quake with every movement. Namjoon stared at her perky breasts as they move, just her cleavage having slipped out from the collar of his shirt that was much too big for her. 

  "Joonie..." She whimpered his name, gripping the sheets beneath her. She suddenly remembered her half-finished lollipop, placing it between her lips and holding it there. She yelps as his large hand lands harshly on her ass, leaving a bright red print on it. His hands wrap back around her waist, her eyes start to cross and roll back again. She moans loudly, gasping softly as her orgasm surges through her in intense waves. 

  Namjoon takes his opportunity to slow down his pace, but not the intensity, leaning over her lean body and tucking his hand beneath her. She flinches beneath his weight as he grinds her ruthlessly. Her jaw falls agape as he massages her wet clit with his fingers in small circles. She whines, and he can feel moisture dripping between them as she squirms. Namjoon smirks at her, studying her beautiful face as she succumbs to the pleasure. 

  She reaches blindly behind her, plucking the plastic stick from her lips and tossing it carelessly at the floor. She grips his shirt in a tight fist, pulling him down and turning her head. Her soft lips land sloppily on his. They both groan as they both get lost in the delectable sensation. The taste of the flavor of cherry and lemon on each other's lips was addictive, Alex tries to lean up more to kiss him harder. He feels her walls clench him hard. He groans, hips starting to spasm. She smiles against his lips, refusing to let his shirt go as he succumbs to the pleasure. He groans into her mouth, waiting for his body to relax before pulling away. 

  He gently moves her hair from her face, climbing off his bed and heading over to the bathroom down the hall. In the meantime, Alex pulls herself up and steps out of her panties completely. Namjoon returns, grabbing another condom from his drawer. Clearly Alex wasn't through with him yet. She stares at him expectedly, watching him sit down at the edge of the bed. She takes the condom from his hand and takes it upon herself to tear it open with her teeth. He bites his lips at the sight, watching as she rolled on the bright red material. He felt himself spring right back up as he stared at her face. 

  Alex seemed to contemplate something, her pretty, delicate hand gently - teasingly - stroking him. Namjoon winces, it felt like she was taking an eternity to decide. Her hands grip his shoulders, and her long legs straddle him. He lifts the long shirt she was wearing, slipping it up her thighs and gripping her waist. Alex bites her juicy lips as she sinks back onto him, breath hitching quietly. 

  Namjoon holds her back, using his thumb to pull her lips from her teeth. They were still bright red from the sugary candy, and slightly swollen. He leans close and kisses her deeply. 

  Alex moans, swiveling her hips. Namjoon's eyes roll back at the sensation, he sits back, using his arms to keep himself upright as he watches her. She sighs softly, her grip on his shoulders tight as she continuously rolls her hips. 

  Namjoon curses, throwing his head back as he endures. He squeezes his eyes shut, somehow feeling more hyper-sensitive than usual. Her hands glide down his torso, she seemed to want him to take his clothes off, too. 

Namjoon grips her butt, feeling her bounce on him hard. He cursed again, the squelching noises between them start to persist. Alex moans, gripping him hard. He hoped his neighbors wouldn't complain too much. 

  He sits up more, trying to restrain her harsh movements and hug her into his body. She was moving so passionately, large, perky breasts jumping with every move. Her erected nipples seemed to entice him more, begging to be played with. Though as his arms tried to encircle her, she pushed him back down, this time onto his back with force. He lays back astonished as she worked herself insistently on top of him. Her juicy thighs grip his waist hard. 

Her eyes roll back, mouth falling agape and revealing that beautiful, glistening red tongue. Alex pants hard, clenching around him just as much. Again, Namjoon winces, having to restrain himself. Though at this rate she'd finish him off for good. While her guard is down, he grips her body, rolling her onto her back. 

  Alex gasps in surprise, legs quivering and her body squirming with anticipation. She pouts at him expectantly, trying to keep her legs wrapped tightly around him so they don't part. He manages to pry them apart, though he underestimated her desperation, only managing to pin one of them beneath his knee before she was struggling again. He thrusts into her hard. Alex moans loudly, gripping his neck and lifting her free leg higher to give him further access. She throws her head back, moaning as the lewd, wet noises persist between them. He kisses her throat and collar, feeling her body quivering beneath him as her orgasm surges through her. He felt the hot moisture spreading, bewildered by the milky liquid pouring from within her walls.

Namjoon groans into her hair, her nails dig into his shirt as she whimpers pleadingly. Her leg locks around him hard as his orgasm courses through him. The both of them pant roughly. He rolls off of her, laying beside of her so they can relax and catch their breaths. 

Alex was first to catch her breath, she turns onto her side, fingers fumbling with his sheets. He turns his head to stare at her pretty, flushed face. She seemed shy suddenly. Namjoon chuckles, despite his exhaustion. She was so cute. "Sorry about your pants, Joonie." She muttered, seeming embarrassed. 

He lifts his head to see what she was talking about, only just now realizing the massive wet patch on the front of them. He should have pulled them off from the start. Though he didn't think his girlfriend was capable of creaming. He'd have a lot of fun with that in the future. The thought makes him smirk, and Alex watched him simply slide them off, tossing them into his waist bin. 

"I'll get you new ones." She insists. Namjoon shakes his head with a hum, rolling onto his side and wrapping his arms around her. He pulls her body into his, sighing. 

"Don't worry about it." He mumbles into her neck, his husky voice made her skin tingle.

[7ndipity]

Hoping to participate in the shipping game for a friend :)

Physical Appearance: Racially ambiguous to some but overall asian-passing. She is very ethnically diverse (I’m talking asian, latin, and african ancestry) and because of this she has very big, long and coiled hair (like 4a/4b-ish) but she normally wears it styled. Her figure is pear-ish (maybe even hourglass) and slim-thick(?) she is busty but she works out alot so she is in the more medium sized category. Round face with high cheekbones, full lips, and sharp (cat-ish) eyes, aswell as freckles all over. She is a bit intimidating before you know her well as she has a RBF and carries herself in a way that exudes confidence; but in reality she is nice.

Hobbies: She likes anything that allows her to be creative. She makes music (writing and producing), paints, bakes, dances, figure skates, etc. She has alot of hobbies as she loves to try new things. She is a self titled car nerd; she could probably name anything you asked about vintage cars and loves going to car auctions and buying old cars to fix up and resell. Overall she is very much a nerd who loves typical things like reading (she read like 110 books last year). And alot stuff she reads about is regarding deep philosophical topics and discussing topics like feminism, politics, sociology, morality, etc. She also loves fashion and has designed some really nice accessories and clothing as a form of expression in the past.

Personality: She has always kinda naturally been a leader and when she feels confident in something people just follow after her lead (I attribute this to her being a older sibling and practically raising her younger ones). She’s a great friend to get advice from as although she is very unserious most of the time she automatically turns into mama-bear mode if any of us (us being the girls in our friend group) expresses that our feelings are hurt. She has a very YOLO mindset and is the type of friend that takes stuff for the team like asking guys for their number or confronting someone without a care in the world. She is very straightforward and speaks her mind. She is never afraid to advocate for herself or other people when she feels they are being treated badly. She can honestly be very out of pocket sometimes because she just says stuff so bluntly (in a humorous way). She has a sarcastic and (a light) dark sense of humor. She is positive and easy to talk to and vibe with. I would describe her as a mixture of extrovert as introvert because like all other introverts her social battery drains and sometimes she just wants to sit and observe. She recounted her first impression of me just by observing my behavior prior to being friends and she was spot on. She is just naturally good at reading people and this helps her to not get entangled with shady people. But on the other hand whenever she meets a new group of people she effortlessly puts herself out there and asks questions trying to get to know them and make new acquaintances.

Other facts: She speaks like 5-7 different languages and plays like 4 different instruments. She has been experimenting with music since she was like 13 and dancing since she was 4-5 (contemporary and ballet) and from there upgraded to competitive figure skating. She is very drawn to nature so she likes camping and hiking and loves almost all animals (hates bugs). Her favorite members are Jhope and Jin as they remind her of our close friends.

I would ship your friend with Namjoon, Yoongi and Hobi! I think they all would all love how diverse her interests and skills are, and her caring, confident nature! Yoongi and Namjoon especially would be soo drawn to her passion for music, and Hobi would absolutely love someone with a history in dance!

Namjoon of course would be drawn to her intelligence, and would love having a partner who could teach him new things.

Personality wise, she reminds me a lot of Yoongi, so I think they’d understand each other really well(plus, he seems to know a bit about old cars, so I think he’d really be into the fact that she fixes up old cars)

Hobi would be so drawn to her energy and passion, and I really think he would find her super gorgeous!

Hope this was okay💜

[vinetae]

Full Circle: Teaser

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

 Genre: Unexpected Pregnancy, Angst, Eventual Smut, Sperm Donor mishaps.

Summary: One phone call was all it took for your world to come crashing down.

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"Come in." A voice calls. You open the door, placing your eyes upon the doctor you'd cussed out repeatedly. 

"Miss Y/n. Welcome back." Her professional demeanor never faulters, even though she probably wants to bitch slap you for insulting her so much. 

She reaches into the desk of her drawer, pulling out a box full of pregnancy tests. 

"Take your pick." 

You inhale a deep breath, randomly choosing one with your eyes close. The purple and white box contrast each other in a very discreet way. 

"One line is not pregnant, and two is pregnant." You set the test on a napkin she'd placed down as to not contaminate her desk.

"We wait three minutes for the results." She replies, pulling out a tiny pocket sized stopwatch.

She presses start.

Three minutes in.

"Time's up." She stops the timer, as you both lean forward to see two very prominent dark purple lines on the test. 

"Congratulations, Miss Y/n."

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A/n: I'm so excited for this series! This came to me while thinking of all the unfinished WIPs I have to complete. This will take a while to update, because I already have so many unfinished fics. 

I mainly write my fics in google docs but the fonts don't usually transfer over. Sad 😔

Damn, I've really got a thing for pregnant AUs ...

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