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So soft and sweet!
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âYouâre falling asleep on me, arenât you?â
You grin sleepily. You can tell Namjoon is trying to scold you for falling asleep during your nighttime ritual, where he reads a book of his choosing to you, but his voice is so light and gentle that itâs completely ineffective. So you just nod from where your head rests on his chest, eliciting a low chuckle you can feel against your ear.
Namjoon eases out from under you, settling your head down on your pillows as he looks at you. You let your eyelids flutter shut as he traces your jawline with warm fingertips, feeling the tiredness start to overtake you in earnest.
You feel Namjoon draw nearer to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His stubble tickles your skin, and you shudder a bit, but it doesnât stop him. He trails errant kisses all over your face â first your temple, then the tip of your nose, then your other cheek, then the opposite jawline, then your forehead, and so on â slowly, deliberately, and almost reverently. This genre of kisses is rare in your relationship with Namjoon, whose mind is usually running too fast to pace himself like this, which makes it all the more special. When he starts on your neck and makes his way across your collarbone, you hum contentedly, drawing out another of his deep chuckles.
Namjoon pulls away, and you open your eyes to see him staring, starry-eyed in the dim light from the bedside lamp on your nightstand. His smile is soft and warm and tender. Are you imagining it, or are those tears filling up on his bottom eyelids?
âAre you okay?â you ask him, bringing a hand up to cup his dimpled cheek.
âIâm perfect,â he responds, catching your wrist in his hands and kissing the cluster of veins near the base of your palm. âI love you, thatâs all.â
You sigh, letting yourself relax, letting your eyes close. You pull him close to you and say, âI love you too,â before you succumb to your sleepiness.
For future readingâŠ
Emotions of the Soul (teaser) | knj
âsummary: when Namjoon reappears in your life after thirteen years of absence, you find yourself unsure of what he means to you, and of what you mean to him. Anxiety reigns over you, but will it be enough to drag you away from Kim Namjoon?
âpairing: Kim Namjoon x artist female reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI)
âgenre: childhood/teenage lovers to strangers to lovers, idol!au, smut, angst, fluff
âwarnings: alcohol, anxiety, a reference to the reader in Now We Reign if you guys can catch it, cursing, stupid teenage threats of m*rder, an appearance from the reader in Forever, pet names, paparazzi, imposter syndrome, an ugly teenage breakup flashback, explicit content: mentions of blindfolding, switch!Namjoon, big dick!Namjoon, switch!reader, oral sex (male and female receiving), jerking off, dirty talking?, balls fondling, face riding, breast play, fingering, protected sex and unprotected sex, praise, hair pulling (ish), ass slapping, tummy bulge (? lmao), choking, cumshot, cum eating, he calls her a slut in the heat of the action like once I think?
âword count: 36.3k
âa/n: I know almost everyone wants Sinful Lust first but it's not done yet whereas this baby is finally readyyy so here it is, I hope you'll enjoy it <3 As per always, thank you to @moonleeai for her incredible work as my beta reader! Youâre the best <3
âRead the other installments in the Life Goes On series here!
âââââ
âKim Namjoon,â you repeated, tasting his name in your mouth for the first time since that ugly October night when you had told him you hated him more than anything in this world, and he had left without even a single look back.
You had never spoken after that. You had never talked about him anymore either, not to your friends or family. And when you had begged your parents to change school, they had caved in, letting you attend the same school as your cousin Miyoung.
Miyoung had been your closest friend since then, until Sooah had come into your life to form a trio with you and your cousin when you had attended college in arts.
âYeah, heâs created quite a commotion outside,â Sooah commented, and you remembered the mop of black hair.
Could that have been Namjoon?
âAnd when he RSVPâed, he mentioned that he would like to have a talk with the artist, so I hope youâre ready,â Sooah added, teasingly.
You glared at her through your mask. âYou couldnât have told me before?â
âNo.â
You rolled your eyes once more, not so playfully this time, taking another sip of your drink. âHeâs Kim Namjoon, you could have let a girl prepare.â
At that, Sooah laughed out loud. âGot a little crush?â
âQuite the opposite,â you said through gritted teeth.
You hated Kim Namjoon.
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Out November 24, 2023!
My favorite person
Weverse - Black and white - Selcas - 2019-2023
Masterlist
Smut=Sđ„, Fluff=Fâ€ïž, Angst=AâĄ, Crack=CđŻïž
AO3
*my drabbles are not actually drabbles (100 words) but more like flash-fiction (â€1k words) or just straight-up small oneshots*
*you should specify if you want a non-fem reader because that is the default of my writings*
Kim Namjoon
Needy Sđ„
If you have to get what you want while Namjoon works, you will do just that.
In the right place at the right time Sđ„ (+Jungkook)
Jungkook heard Namjoon and you having sex, and now you want him to join you.
Drabbles:
Arranged marriage wedding night Sđ„
Praising you in front of a mirror Sđ„
Sub!joon + bondage and punishment Sđ„
Rough sex to get you pregnant Sđ„, Fâ€ïž
Threesome/he translates Hoseokâs dirty talk Sđ„
He finds a hair on his back CđŻïž
Competition with Jin about making you cum Sđ„
Somnophilia/morning sex while you sleep Sđ„
You sit on his lap in the car and he cums in his pants Sđ„
Dom!Joon subs for the first time (and likes it) Sđ„
Standing 69 in the gym showers Sđ„
He is your fatherâs best friend Sđ„ Part 2 Sđ„
He fucks you in his office because you were jealous of his secretary Sđ„
Corruption kink/best friends + married au Sđ„
Kim Seokjin
After the Quarantine Fâ€ïž
You get a little too deep into daydreaming about seeing your crush while youâre both in self-isolation and hating it.
Drabbles:
power play+ neck/back kisses Sđ„
Edging you with a Hitachi magic wand Sđ„
Size kink Sđ„
Corruption kink with virgin!f.reader Sđ„
Breeding kink Sđ„
Somnophilia/he fucks you while you have a wet dream Sđ„
Alpha!Jin fucking his mate in heat Sđ„
Chubby!reader sits on his face Sđ„, Fâ€ïž, CđŻïž
Competition with RM about making you cum Sđ„
Lactation kink/sub!jin with mommy kink Sđ„
Prince!Jin first time with princess!reader Sđ„Fâ€ïž
Heâs drunk and doesnât recognize you CđŻïž, Fâ€ïž
Your first time riding him/inexperienced Sđ„, Fâ€ïž
Youâre not ready to have sex yet Fâ€ïž
Texts from his double date with jk and you CđŻïž
Threesome/condescending Jin + Jimin Sđ„
Min Yoongi
who am i? AâĄ, Sđ„
Yoongi doesnât mind being treated like shit by his owner, until her younger sister shows him some decency.
Part of the Personal Assistants series.
let me teach you how to ride Sđ„
[requested as a drabble] Cowboy!yoongi gets to teach you how to ride⊠a horse and more.
Drabbles:
He cooks but youâve already eaten AâĄ, Fâ€ïž
Vanilla!yoongi discovers he likes choking Sđ„
Husband!Yoongi eating you out because he finds every little thing you do beautiful Fâ€ïž, Sđ„
Studio sex because he wrote you a song Sđ„, Fâ€ïž
Arranged marriage/you think heâs cheating Sđ„
Threesome/your bf!yoongi is into voyeurism and lets Tae fuck you Sđ„
Threesome with his roommate Jimin Sđ„
Teasing + shower sex Sđ„
Jung Hoseok
210218 AâĄ, Sđ„
Hobi seems to be doing a great job as a sex robot at first but his relationship with his owner takes a dark turn.
Part of the Personal Assistants series.
Strip Sđ„
When Hoseok let you come to the strip club with him and the boys, he thought youâd be shy or jealous, not that youâd be having the time of your life.
Bonus: tiny drabble about the stripperâs pov
Drabbles:
Tickling kink Sđ„, Fâ€ïž
Gagging kink/he fucks your throat Sđ„
Your hands are too cold for his dick CđŻïž, Sđ„
Threesome/Namjoon translates his dirty talk Sđ„
Lactation kink/pregnant!reader with twins Sđ„
Hobi with a praise kink gives you a lap dance Sđ„
Park Jimin
Attention and Care AâĄ, Fâ€ïž
Jimin must be the only person in the world who complains about his girlfriend not complaining.
You have to be Quiet Sđ„
Hoseok is sleeping in the same room. But honestly, thatâs not going to stop JiminâŠ
I belong to you AâĄ, Sđ„ (x Jungkook)
Jungkook is the new sex robot at the brothel Jimin works at. When Jimin has to teach him about pleasuring men, their relationship grows into something more than colleagues.
Part of the Personal Assistants series.
Drabbles:
You disobey one of his rules Sđ„
Threesome/Vmin hybrids saving their owner + wanting to mate with her A⥠Pt2 Sđ„
He comforts you when things are tough Fâ€ïž
Choking Jimin Sđ„
Rough/angry shower sex Sđ„
He edges you Sđ„
Inmate pen-pal and you fall in love Fâ€ïž, (Sđ„)
Threesome with his roommate Yoongi Sđ„
Threesome/ condescending Jin + Jimin Sđ„
Kim Taehyung
Serva me, Servabo te AâĄ, S đ„
A multi-chapter, angsty tale about staying in a Victorian Manor (that may or may not be haunted) with a person you really dislike: photographer Kim Taehyung.
Drabbles:
Sex with a stranger at a masquerade party Sđ„
Threesome/Vmin hybrids saving their owner + wanting to mate with her A⥠Pt2 Sđ„
Kinda romantic prone boning Sđ„
Kinda sub!tae catches you reading smut about him CđŻïž, Fâ€ïž, Sđ„
Yandere!Tae wonât let you leave him AâĄ, (Sđ„)
Somnophilia/he fucks you while you sleep Sđ„
Threesome/your bf!yoongi is into voyeurism and lets Tae fuck you Sđ„
Overstimulation/he eats you out nonstop Sđ„
Fae!tae promised to marry you when you were kids Fâ€ïž
Jeon Jungkook
Bunny Dance Sđ„, CđŻïž, Fâ€ïž
You really didnât think Jungkook was serious when you made those bets. Yet here he was, waiting for you to give him a striptease.
I belong to you AâĄ, S đ„ (x Jimin)
Jungkook is the new sex robot at the brothel Jimin works at. When Jimin has to teach him about pleasuring men, their relationship grows into something more than colleagues.
Part of the Personal Assistants series.
In the right place at the right time Sđ„ (+Namjoon)
Jungkook heard Namjoon and you having sex, and now you want him to join you
Drabbles:
You wear Hoseokâs clothes CđŻïž
He loves watching is cum drip out of you Sđ„
Brat tamer Jungkook Sđ„
Jungkook teasing you on your first date Sđ„
Switch!jk starts as brat and ends as daddy Sđ„
Pegging Jungkook Sđ„
You use a cock ring on sub!Jungkook Sđ„
Soft sex with virgin!f.reader Sđ„
He spanks you because youâre a brat Sđ„, CđŻïž
He chokes you for the first time + praise Sđ„
BTS (ot7)
Personal Assistants AâĄSđ„
In about 100 yearsâ time, technology has advanced to the point that most people own a cyborg that can serve them best for sex. But there is a fine line between an inanimate robot and a being with free will.
Drabbles:
ot7 x f.reader gangbang Sđ„
hyung line x f.reader gandbang Sđ„
Asks:
my fav kinks/fantasies for each member (Sđ„)
mlt body worshipping (Sđ„)
what I think their kinks/turn ons are (Sđ„)
what I think their turn offs are (Sđ„)
each stanâs energy (CđŻïž)
Giving me a bit of a whereâs Waldo vibe for some reasonâŠbut still cute! KNJ can pull off pretty much anything.
happy monday âĄ
So, so happy that this story got a new chapter! I love it so much and canât wait to see how the story unfold!
All I Haven't Said | Namjoon/Reader
đ Chapter 3: Part 1 đ
Table of Contents: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (part 1)
Pairing: Namjoon/f!Reader
Genre: Soulmate AU; idol AU; chapter fic; strangers to lovers; a bit of idiots to lovers, tbh; slow burn; eventual romance; eventual smut; angst (life is messy & hearts are complex); OT7 featured
Summary: You found your soulmate - or rather, he found you. Turns out he's an idol of much acclaim who needs you for very real and unglamorous reasons. What could become of two hearts so used to giving of themselves when they are confronted with needing each other?
Chapter Word Count: 6K (for part 1 only)
Chapter Warnings: This fic is 18+, as is all my work and my page as a whole; Talk and depictions of cancer, its treatment, and the symptoms of both; implication of some disregard for personal agency by entertainment industry; character experience and description of disassociation; flashbacks of a distressing situation; soulmate skinship; cursing; conversations surrounding soulmates and sex; character experiences an emotional breakdown; light embarrassment; CONFLICT (you knew it was coming, right?), there is plenty of fluffy stuff too I PROMISE đđ
Author's Note: Wow. It's been a minute. If you're still reading this story, thank you for sticking with me, and I apologize for the stretch of time between updates. For the longest time, I just couldn't get this part right...and then it was far too long, so I split it up, and I'm still editing the second, and (potentially) third parts. I got several messages from readers who were worried I might have abandoned this fic, and let me assure you, far from it! I am not a speedy writer, and struggle with doubting if what I'm putting on the page is good enough, so sometimes it takes me a minute to update, but let me assure you, these characters are so special to me and so alive in me, and I ask thank you for your patience as I work to tell their story! Thank you for your lovely words of encouragement and feedback on the story - I appreciate each and every one of them!!
P.S. If you want to join the tag list, drop me a comment or ask!
P.P.S. If no one has told you yet today, you're loved and worthy of love! đ§ââïžđ
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"I needed the light of your energy, I looked around, devouring hope."
~Pablo Neruda
Chapter 3: My Windows Ache
 "FUCKING FINALLY."
  "Hey, Di."
  "How dare you ghost me for the forty-eight most interesting hours of your life?!"
  "Well, I was low-key occupied..."
  "TELL ME EVERYTHING."Â
    You sighed, settling down on a shaded bench in the garden grounds of the hospital to which you had escaped for a little privacy and an important phone call or two.
  "Uh oh. That was your 'things are complicated' sigh," Diana prodded.
    Your eyes tracked a swallowtail as it flitted from azalea to azalea.
  "Well, things certainly aren't conventional or straight-forward, that's for sure. But where's the fun in understanding the basic parameters of what you're getting yourself into on a life-altering scale, right?"
  "Ummmm...what does that mean? You met him, right?" You could barely hear your sister's question over the crinkle of plastic in the background.
  "Yeah, I did. We bonded too."
  "Oh mah gah!!" Diana choked out amidst sounds of crunchy chewing. "So what's he like?"
  You thought for a moment.
  "He's kind and intelligent. Obviously extremely resilient. His presence is impressive, but he has something about him that's very disarming. He's kind of clumsy and at moments almost...shy? Like, I don't know what I expected, but there's this sweetness to him that you wouldn't anticipate from someone in his position."
  "As a cancer patient?"
  "As an idol."
    You sighed again.
  "I don't know...he's..."
  Diana let out a strangled sound and uttered an enthusiastic string of words you couldn't make out.
  "I have no idea what you just said. Could you please decide whether you want to talk to me or consume an entire bag of Doritos?"Â
  "Hey, it's dinner time here!" she whined, "And I said," her voice quickly changed to take on a smug sing-song tone, "That last sigh was your smitten-kitten one..."
  "It was not!" you cut her off sharply. "And get every single idea of Namjoon and I as a couple out of that scheming head of yours because he's very much taken. I'm meeting his fiancée for lunch today."
  "What? He's engaged?" Diana let out an exasperated huff. "Why didn't they tell you about this right off the bat? You're going to be the soulmate of a married man? What does that even mean? This is bullshit."
  You had a hard time disagreeing with her there. It was, in fact, bullshit that Namjoon's team had kept his relationship status a secret. Would it have changed your decision? Probably not. This had been about saving Namjoon's life, not some bizarre attempt at matchmaking. But having a third person to consider, and so intimately, as part of the equation for the rest of your earthly life felt like something you should have been made more immediately aware of. Navigating your boundaries with your soulmate had already been complex enough without introducing the prospect of being a fixture in his married life. When Namjoon had breached the prospect of meeting her, he had been taken aback at your surprise - he, like you, had assumed that Hybe's representation had disclosed everything of significance.
  "So it's a good thing I came here as a lifeline, not a mail-order bride," you reminded your sister, "And that seems to be working, by the way. His vitals are already stable. They stabilized overnight, in fact. And his white blood cell count was way up this morning, which is good because I guess he was experiencing immunosuppression from the chemo."
  "Oh, nice," Diana murmured. You had to remind yourself that she was young and excitable, and not to be annoyed at the disappointment that he crept into her tone. However, never one to be down for long, her voice brought its usual bright mischief through the speaker as she posed her following question.
  "By the way...how was bonding?"
    She had said it with an inescapably salacious undertone, which is why, you told yourself, heat had begun to creep up the base of your neck. You stammered, switching the phone from one ear to the other as you bought yourself time to reassemble your decorum.Â
  "Ah...I mean...it was...intense?"
  "Ooooohhhh," Diana trilled, only making you more uncomfortable as the heat spread from your neck to your cheeks, "Intense, huh? Like in a good way?"
   You squirmed uncomfortably where you sat, thoughts of Namjoon's pleasure-stricken face and the strength of his hand and how his skin felt against your own hitting your hippocampus like a flash flood.
  "Y/n?"
  "It was fine, okay? And it worked - so that's what's important."
  "....Okaaay..." Diana drawled skeptically. You scrambled for another talking point.
  "That kid visited. The one who came to the States - Jungkook. And another one of the members too - Jim...Jimin? I'm still trying to get their names straight. Some of them don't go by their actual names on stage - Namjoon is RM...but you knew that. Anyway, I digress. Both the boys were really sweet. Seems like they're all very close. I'm supposed to meet the rest of the members later in the week at dinner. They wanted to have a sort of 'last supper' for us since we're probably going to start rejecting food soon."
  "That's cool, you get to meet the whole team! Oh my gosh, you're just going to casually have dinner with BTS...this is still so unreal!"
  "Yep," you affirmed, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Namjoon had hit you with a couple of whoppers last night, but this was one you were actually looking forward to. You told Diana all about your first two days in Seoul - about the impressive hospital and its kind staff. About meeting Namjoon, and his condition. About how everything was still so fresh and new. About how so many things were still unsettled, so many questions unanswered.
  "So are you nervous?"
  "About what?"
  "Meeting his girlfriend."
  You had been so wrapped up in filling Diana in on it all that you had actually forgotten about the impending lunch date. As you pulled the phone away from your ear to check the time, your stomach lurched.Â
    "Shit, I better get going. It's almost eleven-thirty." You sprang up and started quickly back toward the building.
  "That wasn't an answer," Diana scoffed, "But, hey, sis?"
  "Yeah?" You pressed the "up" button on the elevator.
  "Don't be."
    You smiled.
  "Love you, Di."
  "Love you too. And so does anyone worth a damn."
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  After deciding that you smelled like outside, you showered quickly then slipped into caramel-colored corduroys and an off-white tee. You rummaged around the small suitcase Matt had brought from the hotel for you in search of a sweater. After several exasperating minutes of unsuccessful digging, you heaved the bag of laundered clothes that had been returned to you by the hospital staff this morning, having gone through much of the what the Hybe staff had initially pilfered from your luggage in the last two days. You grumbled in relief as you pulled out your dark green cardigan and slipped it over your shoulders, wondering what the hell the hospital laundry services had done to stretch it out so badly. But, you didn't have time to fuss - so you bunched up the sleeves and headed to the opposite end of the hospital's outdoor grounds where you suspected Namjoon and his guest were already waiting.Â
  The hospital grounds were extensive and beautiful, sporting a garden that extended from the western wing, and a lawn punctuated by traditional pavilions to the east. He had pointed out the one he had reserved to you last night - tucked away in the shade of the large gingko trees flanking the little man-made stream that delineated the border of the grounds. As you made your way toward the shady spot you chided yourself for being so uneasy - everyone surrounding your soulmate had been as lovely and warm and welcoming as he had been, and the woman he loved would likely be no exception. After Namjoon had disclosed that she was a musician like he was, you had done a bit of online recon before going to bed that night.
Her given name was Kim Hyung-seo, but her stage name, by which she was well-known, was Bibi. She was four years Namjoon's junior, but seemed nearly as ambitious. From what you could tell, she seemed to share a similar drive for artistry and honesty in her musical process as her future husband, and though her tendency for loose-canon candidness had landed her in hot water more than once, her earnest sincerity had engendered her to the hearts of her peers and fans alike. In an industry that seemed to often censor and restrict women, Hyung-seo didn't seem to give much credence to the rules. You liked that. You were actually kind of excited to get to know her a bit and ask her about her art - you had always been a woman's woman, and being in the company of strong feminine energy was something you found deeply empowering and grounding. You anticipated that your soulmate's girlfriend was someone you could respect, and you allowed yourself to venture to hope that feeling would be mutual.
  You trotted up the steps of the pavilion and took in its contents. The center had been fitted with a low, round table bearing a colorful and mouthwatering spread of gogi, bibim guksu, gimbap, and banchan. Cushions had been placed on the floor for seating, but none bore the lunch companions you had been anxious not to keep waiting. You were about to take your place at the table when a figure moving near the creek caught your eye. You moved to the far side of the structure, to see your soulmate deeply engaged in conversation...with a duck.
He was standing near the edge of the water, his tall figure clad in silky modern navy blue hanbok. The top was untied and hung loosely over a white tee - the only contrast to the deep muted tone apart from his cognac loafers. He wore a dark beanie pulled low on his head, which was bowed in affectionate greeting to a juvenile Gadwall who had paddled away from his family to sample the little bits of starchy fluff that the stranger had sprinkled onto the water. You pressed your palms against the painted wood, taking him in with a smile as he crouched down, extending a bit of bread between his fingers slowly toward the curious little water foul.
This man, you were learning - this erstwhile underground rapper, this leader of men, this brilliant intellectual and genius artist - this great, powerful, impressive man could be called out of his poise in an instant by the sweet and tiny things of the world. You watched as he waited patiently, the little duck swimming in to-and-fro circuits and drawing closer and closer to Namjoon with each pass, until finally it was close enough to snatch its prize from him and scuttle off quickly to rejoin its mother and siblings. Namjoon chuckled, smiling fondly as he watched the duck make his way back down the creek. This man, you thought to yourself, could not possibly be real.
  "So you're a Kpop idol and a Disney princess, huh?" you called, causing Namjoon to startle and rock back on his heels, landing on his posterior in the damp grass.
    You slapped a hand over your mouth to repress the laughter that threatened to bubble up at the site of his large well-dressed figure tipped back haphazardly on the creekside. He huffed a sheepish laugh as he stood, swiping at the back of his pants.
  "Give a person a little warning?" he chided lightly, approaching you where you leaned on the railing.
  "Sorry," you chuckled, "I didn't want to scare your little friend."
  "So you settled for scaring your soulmate? I see how it is."Â
  You smiled and ducked your head.
  "Sorry," you murmured, flicking your gaze back to his. He looked up at you, fixing you with his warm brown eyes and bringing his hands to grip the railing on either side of yours. Suddenly, you felt shy. You shook yourself.
  "Hey, hang out with the ducks and you'll end up with a wet tail," you teased. Namjoon's eyebrows drew together in mock disgust.
  "Yikes, you're almost as bad as Seokjin hyung," he remarked disparagingly.
    You shrugged, smirking.
  "I have no idea what that means, but whoever Seokjin is, he must have a superior sense of humor." Namjoon was opening his mouth to respond, but was cut short, as the tiny motion of your shoulders had slid one of your hands just a centimeter down the railing and barely flush with his own. The slight contact was enough to send sudden little tingles of comfort shooting up your arm and across your chest. In a millisecond you felt yourself relax where you hadn't realized you were tense. You could have imagined it, but you thought you felt Namjoon press his hand just a fraction more into yours as he swallowed and heaved a deep sigh. You reminded yourself for the hundredth time since you arrived that this was biological. Clinical. The means to an end. Damn, he felt good though. You found yourself snatching your hands away to push up your cardigan sleeves and then stuff them into your pants pockets where they would stop confusing you. You distracted yourself from Namjoon's subtle look of disappointment with an apology.
  "Sorry about your pants," you rocked back on your heels as you looked out over the little ribbon of water rippling over its stony bed behind him. He glanced over his shoulder and brushed himself off again before waving a hand in dismissal. Your eyes focused back on the blue silk. "I didn't realize this was a fancy lunch. I feel under-dressed."
  "You look nice," Namjoon rebutted, as he glanced over your attire. Then his brow pinched as his eyes halted on your torso, flitting over your arms and shoulders. "But isn't that -"
  "Joon?" A voice behind you caused you to turn. Standing at the top of the steps was the woman it belonged to. She was tall and beautifully slender - her svelte figure draped in a slinky chrome dress with a triangular cutout that displayed the smooth skin of her upper abdomen. Her glossy raven tresses were styled away from her face in a high ponytail, drawing sharp attention to her sultry features. Her smoky eyes glanced over your form with a lazy intensity, lids half-raised over dark irises, and her pouted lips pursed in appraisal. You wondered just exactly how many ridiculously beautiful people traveled in Namjoon's circle. She stepped toward you, her chunky pink heels marking her confident strides on the floorboards, before bowing and extending a small hand with sharp white acrylics and icy sliver rings.
  "I'm the girlfriend!" she hummed, her deep, velvety voice matching her features.
  You bowed in return before shaking her hand politely.
  "So nice to meet you," you smiled, "I'm -
  "The soulmate," she cut you off, glancing over your shoulder at Namjoon, who still stood outside the pavilion, "of that weirdo." Namjoon circled around to the entrance of the pavilion before joining you with a wry smile. He introduced the two of you formally, before being the first to take a seat at the table. Hyung-seo joined him, shimmying her cushion closer to Namjoon's as she used a pair of chopsticks to load her plate with selections from the spread.Â
  "Oh my god, I'm STARVING," she gushed, staring at Namjoon impatiently as he took a bit of kimchi fried rice and a few slices of samgyeobsal.
  "My stomach feels like it could take some real food for the first time in a while," he said with eager enthusiasm, glancing up at you with a smile of gratitude.Â
  Hyung-seo tapped her chopsticks against her plate as she watched you survey the dishes before you. You took some kimchi fried rice and carefully ladled out a small bowl of doenjang-jjigae. You pulled your hands into your lap and watched the steam rise from the fragrant broth.
  "Ah, unnie..." Hyung-seo began before Namjoon shushed her and lightly tapped her knee. You glanced between them in confusion. Namjoon merely smiled at you, and you smiled back, glancing down from his warm gaze to your plate.
  "Oh for the love of god, would you take a bite?"
    You looked up rather startled at Hyung-seo, who was leaned forward, her desperate eyes tracking your movements, and the chopsticks clutched in her right hand hovering over a plump, sweating mandu. You blinked, fumbling for your chopsticks as your soulmate admonished the woman next to him. You took a heap of fried rice onto your chopsticks and brought it to your lips, looking questioningly between the two across from you. Hyung-seo groaned in impatience, her head lolling back. Â
    "In Korea, the eldest eats first," Namjoon offered in soft explanation, his features trained in apology.
  As realization washed over you, you all but shoved the rice into your mouth, hoping to swallow your embarrassment with it, followed quickly by Hyung-seo, who popped two mandu into her mouth consecutively. Her eyes rolled back as she let out a groan of appreciation. You watched Namjoon carefully savor a piece of samgyeobsal. He smiled a dimpled smile. You smiled to yourself as you tucked into your fried rice. Namjoon's fiancée watched you both. Her cheeks were full, but she wasn't smiling. Your little trio ate in contented silence until your visitor, having satisfied her belly, fixed her eyes on you with a different sort of eagerness. The time for questions had come, you realized. You set down your chopsticks, taking a drink of water.
  "I'm sure there is so much we'd like to know about each other," you offered with a smile.
    She pulled her lips into a brief grin, sipping from her own glass as her eyes trailed over you.     You cleared your throat.
  "So, I read that y-"
  "How does it feel?" she interrupted, starring at you raptly. You blinked.
  "I'm sorry?"
  "When he touches you." She licked her lips. "I heard it's like cumming. I heard it's better."     Namjoon slid a large hand over her thigh. You saw it squeeze.
  "Jagiya..." he murmured.
  You glanced at him and gave him a reassuring grin which he returned, though not as readily as before. Not the start to the conversation you had hoped for, but she was living up to her brusque reputation. You let yourself laugh a little at the question, and saw Hyung-seo's mouth curl up a bit at the corners, though it didn't reach her eyes.
  "It's nothing like sex, actually," you mused, trying to be as forthcoming as possible without abandoning politeness. "Strangely, I guess, because it is all about physical exchange and contact. But...it's more like...nourishment? I don't know...I haven't had long enough to think about it." You had had quite long enough to know that it was ineffable, but in the most intoxicating, magnificent way - and a hell of a lot better than most of the sex you'd had. This, however, wasn't the time and place for descriptions of the bond that could be ripped from the pages of drugstore romance novels.
  You found yourself turning to Namjoon with a questioning gaze, as if to ask if he had anything to add. He nodded in response, not meeting your eyes.
  "Yeah, it's different," he murmured succinctly. Â
  Hyung-seo hummed in assent, chewing on her lip, her gaze still roving over you. You decided to try again.
  "So how did you m-"
  "How do you do it?"
  You stifled a small sigh that threatened to escape your lips.
  "Do what?"
  "Use the bond. Like, do you hold hands, or...or what?"
  You looked to Namjoon who murmured something in Korean that sounded like a warning. This wasn't going as you'd hoped. Her questions were natural ones, but not the first you thought you'd be asked, and not so pointedly. In fact, they were ones she should probably have put to her partner. Had they not spoken since you arrived?
  "The bond works with any physical contact. When I first got here, I had so many questions myself. The hospital personnel were very informative while helping us navigate our questions. I still know very little, but as someone whose partner is bonded, I'm sure they would have someone who could better answer these types of questions than I can," you offered. It was the opposite of forthcoming, but you were absolutely not prepared to launch into a conversation about you and her fiancé spooning in your undergarments. The trajectory of the exchange had to go elsewhere, so you resolved to take the wheel.
  "Is there anything you'd like to know about me? Maybe I could tell you a little about myself. My job in the states wasn't glamorous, but I loved it. I was -"
  "A social worker, I know," she murmured with a sigh, and Namjoon's head snapped toward her.     You could feel your confusion pulling into a frown. In your beat of silence, the woman in front of you gave into another impulse as she placidly launched into an answer of your unasked question.
    "You're a social worker from the west coast, oldest of three kids. Your father died when you were ten. You graduated summa cum laude, and chose a career in women's services. You support your mother's living - you have been, long-term. Your brother is an engineer and your sister is in nursing school. You've never committed any crimes, but you were arrested once in college at some political protest about immigrant rights. Your blood type is O positive. You don't seem very good with your money, but you've never asked for financial assistance. You've never been married."Â
  Silence.
  Your ears were ringing.
  You blinked as you tried, grappling for something on which to stabilize your composure. This isn't how this was supposed to go. You felt your control slipping as the words pierced you in echoes that knocked you back down each time you reached out to steady your mind.Â
  "Your father died when you were young..."
  "...You support your mother's living..."
  "...You don't seem very good with your money"
    Your mind whirred as the silence closed in, and for a moment you were suspended.
      Dianna and Henry weren't pillars, you thought - they were tiny little babies as your mother clutched them on either side of her prone, shaking form as shovels of dirt were shifted back into the gaping hole that held a pine box covered in flowers. You looked down at the flag in your hands, and then up at the white flowers, still fresh and blooming, being caked and sodden with damp soil. You felt something rising up in your chest - something that never reached the surface. You turned from the wound in the earth as Dianna reached out and tugged at your arm. The babies looked afraid. You couldn't see your mother's face from where it was buried in her skirts. You tucked the flag reverently under your arm and took the little hands.
    Somewhere outside the amniotic sack of your mind, you saw Namjoon's figure stand. You heard his garbled voice speak to the woman beside him. He was angry, his voice pitched low. Hers in response was sharp and high.
    You took a deep breath and exhaled and willed yourself back into this world you had chosen. This place which, like the others you had inhabited, would discover its new tenant didn't take long to adapt. She was built to withstand.
  "Namjoon," you called softly, as you looked up at your soulmate. His eyes snapped to yours, his face showing subtle but unmistakable signs of distress - eyes reflecting remorsefully and jaw flexing. You smiled at him gently, reassuringly.
  "It's alright," you insisted, your eyes not leaving his. You saw his shoulders sag, and his head bow. His hand came up to scrub over his face. You realized then that she was looking at you. Hyung-seo's expression was apprehensive, her eyes scouring your face.
  "This must be an extremely difficult thing for you, whatever the reason," you offered earnestly.
  She regarded you in silence, her eyes flickering like the flame of a candle.
  "I would say, 'I understand', but I don't. I have no idea how hard it must be to fall in love with someone only to watch them suffer at the hands of disease, and to suffer so greatly and to come so close to losing them that you turn to finding a person who can save them, and who - if they are saved by - they will need and desire for the rest of their natural life. A person who isn't you."Â
  Her eyes quivered as they held you in their gaze.
  "I know I'm supposed to be a saving grace," you continued, having gained your ground, "But I know I could also look a lot like a threat. Trust me when I say that you can be open and honest with me about how you feel. This is a difficult situation where we're going to feel burdened by things we shouldn't. Namjoon and I discussed this."
  You smiled again at your soulmate, who was watching you with relief and something else in his features. You wanted to call it admiration, but you had only known him for two whole days.
  "Whatever fears you're carrying that make you feel like a burden in this moment, could I ask you to set them aside? For a chance to get to know me in the real way that you deserve? This isn't a trap. Or a cage. We've all chosen to be here."
  You regarded Hyung-seo in the silence that followed. Her eyes had fallen from your face - they glanced over toward where Namjoon stood, barely raising toward his figure, when she suddenly dropped her face into her hands and began shaking with sobs.
  You let out a sigh of relief too soft to be heard by the others.
  "Fuck...." Hyung-seo choked out against her palms, "I'm such a piece of shit..."
  Namjoon moved to place a hand over her back and assure her she wasn't. You wondered what she felt when he touched her. Your heart ached with pity for her. Namjoon drew her into his chest and held her as she cried her makeup off. He stroked her hair as her regarded her with weary, worried eyes. You couldn't help but feel that you were encroaching on a private moment...expect that you were a part of this as much as they were. Was there a lifetime of this feeling to be endured? You sighed again.
  "I'm gonna give you guys a minute," you whispered as you clambered to your feet.
    Namjoon nodded silently over the woman in his arms.Â
  You watched scattered leaves from the boughs overhanging the far side of the stream spin as the were swept away. Your eyes tracked one in particular, twirling as it sailed around a protruding rock and under an arching root, only to be stopped as it was doubled at the middle by a thin, swaying reed. You found your feet moving to where the water rushed around it as it billowed helplessly on both sides of its obstruction like a flag of surrender. You slipped off your shoes and rolled up your pants. You waded into the cool, clear water and, reaching out, tugged the little leaf free. You watched as it sailed on, disappearing around a bend in the waterway. You glanced back up at the pavilion. If you could have been sure it was the right move, you would have left altogether, but you wouldn't want your sudden departure to be taken the wrong way.
    You sighed. You pulled your phone out of your back pocket as you waded back out of the stream. Dead. You were bad about keeping it charged, and your conversation with Diana had drained its aged battery. You wished you had a book. Glancing about, your eyes caught a fairly large patch of clover flowers a few yards down the bank, and crossing the soft grass, you sank down in its center. You smiled weakly to yourself as you plucked one of the little white buds near the base of its stem. You and your siblings would spend hours at the park under the shade turning sprawling patches of the puffy blooms into garlands, crowns, bracelets, and rings. You picked another flower and tied its supple stem into a knot just under the other flower's head.Â
  By the time Namjoon came to join you, sinking down across from you in little clover patch you had fashioned yourself a crown and a necklace, and were working on a garland to send to Diana. You set down your handiwork to look up at him. He was regarding you with soft, somber eyes and a little smile that looked like one he didn't have the energy for but couldn't help besides. He picked a flower and twirled it between his fingers.
  "I'm so sorry," he murmured, "If I would have thought that things would go that way, I wouldn't have insisted on her meeting you before she left. She's going on tour and I thought...well, I thought if she just met you her anxieties would be eased."
  You nodded thoughtfully.
  "Thank you for your patience and kindness. She was out of line saying those things to you like that...you were...that was everything she needed to hear, I think."
  You cast your eyes down as you tied off another knot in the garland.
  "Is she okay?" you asked quietly.
  Namjoon sighed.
  "She's...embarrassed. Ashamed of herself. She wasn't in any condition to finish that conversation, so I suggested she go home."
  "Understandable," you assented, nodding again.
  Silence hung between you for a moment before you raised your eyes to his again.
  "Namjoon...there are some things I think we should discuss."
  He nodded earnestly, his eyes falling, brow creasing and tongue pressing into his cheek.
  "I know we haven't had much time," you continued, "And we have literally the rest of our lives...but, I think we should be on the same page about what we've been told about each other. I think it will make this whole process easier? I don't know. There are some things you assume you'll have to tell someone at a certain point in knowing them - some things that are...deeply personal..."
  "Aren't things between us already that way? Deeply personal?"
  You looked up and those half-lidded brown eyes were looking right at you in a way you weren't prepared for, in a way that flooded your veins. Soulmate. You wanted to touch him. You wanted to feel him and what he brought to you. You wanted him to feel it too. But you ddidn't know him, and he didn't know you, and he needed healing, which is why you were here. He loved someone who loved him whose lives you were disrupting. This feeling was basal, you knew - came with the territory...but you were going to need some strong boundaries if this was going to function. You were going to need honesty, for a start.
  "They are," you relented slowly, "But I have questions that I need answers to. Your trust in me is clear, and I appreciate that...but...I need time to get my footing here."
  Namjoon nodded in assent.
  "I get that. So, what do you want to know, specifically? I'll answer any question you have."
  You nodded gratefully.
  "Thank you. Do you think I could take a little time to think about what I want to ask? I'm kind of still processing everything that just happened."
  "Of course," he was quick to answer, "Whenever you want to talk, just let me know. Did I say how sorry I am?" he asked smiling weakly as he looked up from where he struggled to knot the stem of one flower around another, suddenly looking down again when its stem snapped between his fingers.
  You huffed out a little laugh.
  "Yes, you did," you did, you answered, offering him a rueful grin.
  He picked another flower only to realize he had  cut its stem too short for his purposes. He tossed the little blossoms back into the grass.
  "Can you make me one?" he asked pathetically, pouting at the garland in your hands.
  You chuckled as you tied off the one in your lap and leaned forward to slip it over his head. He adjusted it around his neck, looking down at it with a pleased expression.
  "You know...if you can believe it, we actually got lucky in there," He smirked, his forehead creasing as he raised his brow.
  You gave him a look of confusion. His eyes trailed over your torso again before flitting back up to yours.
  "She didn't notice that you're wearing my sweater."
  You froze. Then you blinked down at the giant green cardigan that had, in fact, slipped down off of one shoulder. Then you gaped at him.
  He snickered.
  You scrambled to yank the sweater over your head, even as he laughed and protested, you blustered apology after expiative after apology.
  "Shit, it was in my laundry bag!" you whined in explanation as you shook it out and began to fold it in your lap.
  "Stop, just keep it on," Namjoon insisted, still clearly amused at your state of panic.
  "I have one just like this. Like, identical but obviously smaller. I just assumed it had stretched out in the wash..." You extended the sweater toward him.
  He shook his head.
  "Just give it back later, you'll be cold." He looked up at your exasperated expression at started laughing again.
  "Stooop..." you whined in embarrassment, and when he only laughed harder, you tossed the sweater in his face. As he balled it up with a smile where it fell down into his lap, his smart watch trilled. He glanced down at it.
  "I've got labs scheduled now," he sighed.
  "Hopefully they'll bring more good news," you offered, at which he nodded. "I seem to be getting the job done, if I do say so myself," you teased, leaning back on your hands and offering him a smug look. He nodded, tongue in his cheek, then pushed to stand - with effort, you noticed - and extended a hand down to you. You didn't realize what the little smile on his mouth was for until you accepted his hand with your own, by habit, and were nearly knocked off back off your feet as the bond surged through you like a wave of mind-numbing euphoria that left you unable to process information outside of what was sent coursing through your every cell from where he touched you.
  You blinked up at him as you got your wits about you, and he was looking down at you through little slits in his barely-open eyes, head tilted back and mouth hanging open - little smirk still tugging at its corner. You pursed your lips, trying not to grin back.
  "You did that on purpose," you chided, trying and failing to train your features in a scowl.
    His smirk deepened.
  "What? I was just being courteous..."
  You rolled your eyes.
  "I'm feeling a little weak, I think it would be best if you helped me back to the room," he muttered slyly, turning to head back toward the building. The smile that was dimpling his cheek and creasing the corners of his eyes did something to your stomach that had you yanking your hand out of his grasp.
  "Yeah, right," you huffed, forging a few steps ahead of him, "You're putting a lot by your poorly reputed coordination to think you could walk while I was touching you."Â
  He let out a laugh behind you. It was loud and bright and had you biting back a smile to match it.
  "What happened to getting the job done, sweater thief?" he called after you teasingly.
    Shit. Yeah. Boundaries. You were going to need them.
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Well, they met! Next part to follow soon.
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This is me!
Sappho, from If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho; tr. by Anne Carson
Holy shit! This is fucking good!! More please!
Sanctity
Your ex-husband is at a wedding with you, and it feels like you don't exist. Part of the Love series, read the rest here.
Pairing: Namjoon x afab! reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Exes, angst
Warnings: Swearing
When you were invited to this wedding, your university friend Soojin had told you that Namjoon was going to be best man.
Soojinâs groom, Alex, has been friends with Namjoon since childhood, so you werenât surprised at all.
Youâd texted Namjoon about the wedding but he hadnât bothered to reply.
Youâd assumed that he was busy, youâve been slammed at work too, itâs always hectic in the runup to Christmas.
The wedding ceremony is in a 15th century chapel, tucked in the side streets of the very edges of the city, and the wedding celebration in a boutique hotel nearby.
Youâre chatting to one of your old university friends at the drinks reception after the ceremony when Namjoon arrives.
He looks irresistible in his navy suit. Perfect. Unattainable.
Heâs not alone.
Heâs got a stunning woman on his arm, and theyâre both laughing like sheâs just said the funniest thing in the world.
Your ex-husbandâs dimples flash, and he bends down solicitously, steadying her as her heel gets caught in her beautiful gown.
Their show of unity hits you like a kick in the chest.
Namjoon looks up, catches the stricken look on your face that you arenât emotionally nimble enough to hide.
Your eyes lock.
A breath is all it takes before he turns away like he never saw you.
***
Thereâs a startling clarity to your feelings as you try your hardest to avoid your ex and his date at this small, intimate wedding.
Youâre hurt.
Hurt that he didnât bother to tell you he was bringing a date to this wedding.
Hurt that as much as youâre trying to avoid him, he seems to be just as keen to avoid you.
You know heâs been dating since the divorce, well, you both have.
You owe each other nothing.
You smile distractedly at the ex-classmate youâre struggling to find common ground with.
Whatâs his name?
Louis? Lewis?Â
Youâre too scattered to remember.
Heâs telling you about his recent divorce, which is making you think about your own divorce.
Two years ago.
Have you and Namjoon really been fucking around for two whole years after the divorce was finalised?
Shit.
You canât blame him for wanting to move on.
Louis steadies you as someone bumps into you from behind, jostling you.
Thereâs kindness in his eyes.
You force yourself to focus.
âDivorce is hard,â you say, a lame attempt at keeping the conversational ball going.
Louis, the gentleman that he is, says, âPeople whoâve been through it tell me it gets easier over time.â
âI donât know that it does,â you say, the first truth youâve spoken tonight.
Louis looks at you curiously, but youâre in no mood to extrapolate.Â
You swallow the rest of your drink and excuse yourself to use the bathroom.
You donât recognise yourself in the mirror, thatâs the honest truth.
Sure, youâre wearing the clothes and jewellery you put on earlier today, and your hair is still how you styled it, but you look completely different.
Youâre flustered and frazzled and anguished.
Worst of all, youâre a fool.
You add colour to your cheeks to hide how drained you look, top up your lipstick in a desperate attempt to fix your face, but you know itâs futile.
You emerge from the bathroom and realise everyoneâs heading to their tables for the meal.
You check the table plan and head for your seat.
You force a smile for the vaguely familiar people at your table and are pulling your chair out when a hand lands next to yours on the back of the chair.
You follow the line of the arm, up to the shoulder, up the curl of hair just touching his collar, up to his face.
Min Yoongi.
âLet me,â he says, smiling at you politely.
He seats you, then sits in the chair next to yours.
âI didnât know you were coming to this wedding,â you say.
The truth is, youâre grateful for his familiarity.
You donât know Yoongi well, but he and Namjoon are close friends and heâd joined you for dinner a few times whilst you and Namjoon were still married.
âI wasnât sure Iâd be able to make it back in time,â Yoongi admits. âI wrapped up a project in Kowloon last night.â
You know Yoongi works for his family business.
âHave you been busy lately?â you ask.
Yoongi signals to the waiter, hands you a glass of white.Â
âNo busier than usual,â he says. âI think Namjoonâs been busy though.â
âYeah?â you say, carefully neutral.
âSeen much of him lately?â Yoongi asks, taking a sip of his wine.
âNot a lot,â you say, truthfully.
âMe either,â Yoongi says.
You take another sip of wine.
âSo how come youâre at the singles table?â you ask, trying to change the subject.
Yoongi rakes a hand through his hair.
 âNo one will put up with me,â he says, straightfaced.
âIâm really taking one for the team, sitting next to you,â you say, deadpan.
âYou definitely deserve extra dessert,â Yoongi shoots back.
The laughter that bubbles out of you at his remark goes a long way towards easing the tension youâve been feeling all night.
Yoongi smiles. His hand lands on the table, rings gleaming as he fiddles with the wedding favours scattered on the white linen.
âIâm hungry,â he tells you. âI hope the foodâs good.â
Youâre not sure youâve got any appetite but you murmur in agreement anyway.
At least you canât see Namjoon and his date from where youâre sitting.
Yoongiâs got a knack for filling in the blanks in the conversation, but even better, he doesnât mind silence.Â
His company carries you through the different courses so well you feel like you need to thank him.Â
Youâre about to, when a delicate tinkling fills the air.Â
You turn around to see that itâs your ex-husband, standing, tall and handsome in his suit, especially now that his tieâs loosened a little.Â
Heâs holding up a glass of champagne.Â
âI hope youâve enjoyed your meals everyone. As Alexâs best man, Iâll be guiding through the speeches this evening,â he says, smooth, confident, charming.Â
Heâs always been good at commanding a room.Â
You feel disconnected, numb as Namjoon introduces Alexâs father, Soojinâs father, Soojinâs maid of honour for their speeches, applauding mechanically.Â
You donât take in a single word any of them have said.Â
Through it all, Namjoon provides a charming, easy commentary, until itâs time for his own speech.Â
âIâve known Alex since we were kids,â Namjoon says, âand believe me, there are stories that I could tell, but I did promise that I wasnât going to embarrass him in front of his nonna.âÂ
Thereâs a ripple of laughter.Â
Youâre transfixed.Â
Youâre trying to remember when you last heard Namjoon speak like this.Â
All of your interactions for years have been snappy, impactful, sexy, but he hasnât sounded like this in years.Â
He sounds relaxed, confident.Â
Happy.Â
You sit rigidly as Namjoon shares an anecdote, to the hilarity of the room.Â
Itâs the final part of his speech that breaks you.Â
âI can truly say that Iâve never seen a couple more perfectly matched than Soojin and Alex. I can only hope that all of us have the privilege of experiencing a love like theirs at one point in our lives.âÂ
You canât help yourself.Â
Youâre staring at him, wondering if he can feel your gaze on him.Â
Namjoon raises his glass in a toast.Â
Thereâs a sigh from the room, followed by a wave of applause.Â
Itâs the perfect ending to the speeches.Â
Namjoon never once glances your way.Â
****
You donât stay for dancing, just exit as quietly and discreetly as you can.Â
You slip on the beautiful coat you bought just for this wedding, do up the buttons mechanically.Â
Head out the entrance, sighing with relief when the front of the hotel is empty, save for you.Â
Well, not quite.Â
Thereâs a shifting to your left, you turn just in time to see Yoongi straighten up, ice cubes clinking in his glass as he steps forward, out of the shadows.Â
âI didnât mean to startle you,â he says mildly.Â
âYou didnât,â you reply. âIâve got an early start tomorrow, I should get going.âÂ
Yoongi nods. âCan I give you a ride?âÂ
âIâve got a taxi on its way,â you demur. âBesides, I donât want you to have to leave because of me.âÂ
Yoongi nods again.
Then he gives you a half-smile. âWant the rest of my drink?âÂ
You glance at him, surprised.Â
He holds out the drink to you.Â
The whiskey goes down smooth, a mellow fire that warms you.Â
âThanks,â you say. You put your hand on his arm as he takes the glass back. âThanks for tonight.âÂ
Your words brim with meaning, you donât want to explain but you get the sense he knows, anyway.Â
Heâs been friends with Namjoon for years.Â
Thereâs kindness in his eyes as he covers your hand with his, gives yours a gentle squeeze.Â
The sliding doors to the hotel slide open, but your taxiâs arrived, so you donât look back.Â
You get into the cab and breathe the first breath you feel like youâve taken in hours.Â
You turn your head to wave goodbye to Yoongi, only to see Namjoon standing next to him.Â
Your eyes meet for the briefest of moments before the taxi drives you away.Â
©hamsterclaw 2023
Swooning in my head right nowâŠI can totally hear Namjoon saying that line! Canât wait to read this fic!!!
And now youâre mine
You know how I always say that Kim Namjoon is so votable that I'd vote for him even though IDK what he's running for? My brain wouldnât let go of the politician NamjoonâŠBut what if he's a senator that's now vying for the presidential seat? and what if you were his ex-fiance that he was now attempting to get back because he did say he would make you his queen? and what if he is a mastermind and you have no choice but to fall back into him?
Sneakpeak:
âWe didnât break up,â he noted in a calm tone you were starting to hate. It was as though nothing could faze him.
Your mouth hanged agape at his statement and you were fuming. âOkay, now youâre just being annoying. You do know it is illegal to do drugs, right? You should be mindful of that when the presidential campaign is just around the corner, Senator Kim.â
âYou broke up with me,â he stated as stood up, his hands rested on your desk as he leaned his face close to yours. âI didnât accept it, baby girl.â
He looks good with colored hair. But my favorite is still blond.
Go on you funky little blue-haired man :â) đđŒđ
Reblogging cause we canât get over this JK!
??????? OH MY GOSH
He has the best smile!
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Yay! Two new chapters! Iâm really loving the use of the colors as visuals in the story.
Kaleidoscope | KNJ
â» Kaleidoscope âł Musician!Namjoon x Artist!f.Reader †Private Mutual Pining, Artist Muse †Neighbors AU | fluff, smut †Rating: MA †WC: TBD (chapter WC so far listed below) †Summary: Heâs your neighbor, but heâs also slowly become your secret muse over the years. Itâs the small details that draw you in, little pops of color in the otherwise mundane world, and they make you want to learn more about the man from across the hallâthe brilliant kaleidoscope in your life. â ïž Crass language, secret personal pining, intimate personal thoughts about a stranger, more to come with each new addition Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.
Part 1. Red (873 words)
Part 2. Orange (793 words) coming soon!
Part 3. Yellow (1,550 words) coming soon!
Part 4. Green (TBD words) coming soon!
Part 5. Blue (TBD words) coming soon!
Part 6. Purple (TBD words) coming soon!
My plan is to post one of these little drabbles every day between now and Joonie's birthday đ
Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ September 2023 âBig Boysâ Flash Fiction Writing Event.
A special thank you to @hisunshiine & @downbad4yoongi for being the best betas!
Can also be found on:Â Ao3Â |Â Wattpad
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Oooh this sounds very promising! Canât wait to read what happens next!
Kaleidoscope | Red
âł Musician!Namjoon x Artist!Reader †Neighbors, Mutual Pining, Artist Muse †Rating: MA | fluff, eventual smut †WC: 873 â ïžÂ Crass language, secret personal pining, intimate personal thoughts about a stranger
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Like the taut skin of the apple that snaps under his perfectly straight pearly teeth as he takes a bite. You try not to stare through the reflective surface of the metal wall, but itâs impossible as he brings the shiny, red fruit to his mouth to take another crisp chunk from the rounded side.
Your neighbor stands across from you in the tiny elevator thatâll take you up to the seventh floor, where your apartment door is just across from his. Heâs lost in the music you can faintly hear carrying from his headphones and is oblivious to your unwavering attention.
Forbidden fruit, full of secrets that you want nothing more than to be privy to. Thatâs what he represents. A tantalizing, teasing morsel of the unknown that begs for your touch. At least, thatâs how it is in the privacy of your own thoughts. You donât even know his name. Just simply always think of him as Apartment A, the counterpart to your Apartment B on the seventh floor.
He moved in nearly two years ago, and you always meant to say hello, to introduce yourself. But, every time the opportunity arose, your tongue would thicken, and youâd find it impossible to form words around the offending muscle. So, itâs only been silence between the two of you with the occasional hospitable, cordial smile that everyone does to be polite when passing by strangers and unintentionally making eye contact.
Apartment A takes another bite of the apple. Thatâs three so far since you entered the elevator with him from the lobby of your apartment building. The steel carriage is slow, slower than it should be, but the super refuses to fix it until the thing breaks down completely. It lurches along, emitting a constant vibration under the worn soles of your ratty sneakers. Theyâre covered in splatters of paint, most dried, but some still shiny-wet against the black canvas from when you spent time in your studio this morning.
There is only one more floor to go. With that, you know youâll only have a few seconds to continue admiring him before he disappears into his apartment, closing you off from learning more about who he really is and why youâre so enthralled with him.
You step closer to the elevator doors and, by proxy, closer to him. The sweet, floral scent of the apple reaches you. Itâs involuntary, the way saliva pools under your tongue at the thought of taking your own bite. However, itâs not the red fruit that you imagine, but the pouty bottom lip of Apartment A.
The sudden jerk of the elevator stopping sends you stumbling forward a step, your palm instinctively catching on the button-laden wall beside the doors. Heat immediately crawls up your neck, replacing the momentary flare of self-indulgent fantasies. You throw a quick glance at him, more than sure youâre going to find his dark, quizzical eyes staring at you like youâre a spectacle.
Relief, mixed with an odd sense of disappointment, clouds into your mind when you see your stumble didnât so much as register to him. Heâs hyper-focused on the fruit in his hand, his lips silently moving as if singing along to whatever song is playing through his headphones. You might as well not exist.
As soon as the doors slide open, the squeal of the worn-out belt and pulley echoing through the small space, Apartment A steps out and continues the dozen paces to his door while youâre still trying to gather your wits against the elevator wall. The offending sound begins again as the doors try to squeeze shut before you can throw a hand out and halt them.
You scramble out, shoving the doors as they try to catch on your shoulders. âFucking hell,â you grumble, the warmth of embarrassment quickly turning to burning irritation. Itâs unlike you to get so caught up in your thoughts over Apartment A. Itâs not fair. Itâs all because of that damned fruit. If he werenât eating it, the bright, ruby-colored skin practically screaming at you to pay attention, youâd not have gotten so distracted.
Red is still coloring your vision as you push into your apartment. Your shoes thud against the wall by the door as you kick them off, eyes honing in on the blank canvas waiting for you on the other side of your living room. What you do in your studio is for the eyes of the outside world, but what you create hereâin the comfort of your own spaceâis completely and utterly for you. Which is why you let yourself indulge in him.
You know precisely what youâre going to paint. Arching strokes meet eager swipesâthe gentle curve of a fruit, the solid straight lines of nimble fingers. Pouty lips and white teeth, the faintest hint of a wet tongue poised to accept the sweet nectar that waits hidden beneath the thin peel.
Itâs comforting, getting lost in the process of recreating something with such intimate clarity. Channeling your emotions, whether thatâs the unbidden lush fantasy of biting into Apartment Aâs bottom lip or the self-critical chastisement laced with irritation for being so hung up on him, red flows across the canvasâglorious, wicked red.
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Great advice from such a young person with an old soul!
12 Days of Namjoon 2023 by @cyphernet
Namjoon Once SaidâŠÂ -> You donât need to live by other peopleâs standards (BTS Live in Tokyo | 28.07.2016)
I need to read all of the things on this list!
bangtan shorts masterlist
night thots and other shorts âŒïž
â short #1 ~ jungkook: stupid amounts of cum
â short #2 ~ yoongi: oral
â short #3 ~ namjoon: belly bulge
â short #4 ~ taehyung: a simple love for thighs
â short #5 ~ jin: cock warming
â short #6 ~ jimin: mutual masturbation
â short #7 ~ hobi: fake cum, real cum & a butt plug
â short #8 ~ jungkook: morning sex
â short #9 ~ taehyung: ghostface
â short #10 ~ taehyung: cum swallowing
â short #11 ~ jungkook: body worship
â short #12 ~ yoongi: sex in the dressing room
â short #13 ~ jimin: oral fixation
â short #14 ~ jin: fingering
â short #15 ~ namjoon: a specific love for creampies
â short #16 ~ jungkook: car sex and pantie stuffing
â short #17 ~ hobi: dacryphilia
â short #18 ~ taehyung: praise
â short #19 ~ jungkook: boob luvr
â short #20 ~ jungkook: mirror sex & a beefy back
â short #21 ~ jungkook: face riding
â short #22 ~ namjoon: slip of the tongue
Wow! This is so good I feel I need to smoke a cigarette after reading this đ
night thoughts . Accidentally calling Namjoon daddy and he just loses his mind
. âą â . ° .⹠°:. *â ° . â. night short #22
for tonightâs horny thought we have namjoon and his secret daddy kink
it would have been a joke, namjoon so invested in his work youâd only been teasing. daddy slipping off your tongue before you knew what you were saying
heâd ask you to repeat what you just said, glasses pulled from his face, left and forgotten on his desk as he made his way over to you
rough hands slipping past the waistband of your shorts as he tugs you over his lap. long fingers running through your foldsâ dipping into your cunt
âsay it againâ heâd pull your shorts down, moan catching in the back of your throat, sound of his hand connecting with your ass meeting your ears before you feel it, warm sting sending pleasure straight to your pussy
it wouldnât take him long to have tears clinging to your waterline, cock splitting you open, angled ever so deliciously as he hits your sweet spot. thumb running over your clit as he sends you hurdling towards your orgasm
âbeg daddy, come onâ heâd kiss down the length of your jaw, âask daddy to cum and i might let youâ
and it would take all of his will power to not shoot his seed inside your wet pussy when you cry out his name, begging ever so prettily for daddy to help you cum, for daddy to help you reach that mind numbing pleasure you wanted so badly
his teeth nipping at the tender skin of your chest, feral sort of love consuming him as he ruts his cock into you, fingers digging into your thighs as he pushes them up to your chest. rough as he pushes you over the edge, telling you how well heâll fill you up and then fuck his cum back into you. and if you begged pretty enough he might treat you to a second orgasm
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Too beautiful not to reblog! đ
Might just be my favorite knj space smut fic!
Pheromones [KNJ Oneshot]
âł summary: As the botanist on a deep-space exploration vessel, youâve seen your fair share of weird and unexplainable. This large pink alien flower you and your crew picked up on one of the outer terraformed mining planets, however, might just take the cake. Youâre pretty sure itâs fine, but youâve been ordered to study the plant and determine whether or not itâs safe for humans to be around, and youâre having trouble discerning what exactly is inside the alien flowerâs bulb that just refuses to bloom. Namjoon â the captain of your ship and the man youâve been secretly in love with since first joining the Galactic Academy â is eager to help you any way he can, but just as love begins to bloom, so does the alien flower.
âł pairing: spaceship captain!Namjoon x spaceship botanist!reader
âł genre: smut, sci fi au
âł word count: 17.5k (this is a completed oneshot)
âł tags: smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, desperate sex, dry humping then actual sex, sort of the âfuck or dieâ trope if you squint, maybe more like a âthey need to fuck right nowâ trope, soft dom namjoon gone wild, dirty talk (no degradation), bondage i suppose but not on purpose, technically exhibitionism, sweet happy ending, previously seemingly unrequited love/mutual pining, almost all of this is smut, drug mention but not drug use
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âł a/n: This fic includes zero actual science, botany, or facts. Itâs all made up and not real to serve the plot and get to the smut. Enjoy! And thank you so much to @gukgaloreâ for reading this before I was even halfway through and to @lynnthevirgoâ for beta-ing!
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Elemental (Teaser)
Posting Date: TBD (hopefully within the next few weeks!)
Genre: Â Second Chance / Magic!AU / Modern Fantasy
Pairing: Jungkook / Reader
Length: One ShotÂ
Synopsis: Fear has never been a foreign concept to you. Your entire life has been shaped by knowing youâre different, and fear of the stigma which might follow discovery. Although fire, earth, air and water Elementals have been public for decades, the fear-mongering around your kind hasnât changed. Something you have intimate knowledge of, having experienced it firsthand. Since then, youâve done your best to hide your water powers. This is for your own safety, as your mom likes to say.
Safety flies out the window though, when you fall in love. Jeon Jungkook isnât just any love, either, heâs the love. The one person making you feel as though your darkest corners deserve to be seen. Unable to control your magic around him, you find yourself faced with a horrible fact: you need to break up.
A plan which proves difficult when Jungkook simply refuses to go. And just maybe, you find the constraints you place on yourself donât make sense anymore.
Authorâs Note: Loosely inspired by the Seven MV. Songs to listen to: Dark Skies, A R I Z O N A; Fallingwater, Maggie Rogers; Cold Water, Justin Bieber; Hold Back the River, James Bay; Through Me (The Flood), Hozier
Estimated WC: 23K
Rating: 18+
Preview: 1,015
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Chasing Clouds - series m.list
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â Summary: Namjoon made the decision early on in his training that he would abstain from dating or entering any form of relationship while in active duty. Heâs determined not to burden anyone with the likelihood of being to be notified of his death or causing pain to someone he loves by his long absence. Ironically, he found himself drawn to you, a doctor who challenges his beliefs and contradicts everything he upholds.
â knj x f.reader | 18+ | status: on-going â total words: to be updated once complete â genre: military au, doctor au, s2l, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, romance
â Warnings: Read at your own risk! war, ptsd, violence, injury, death, murder, bombs, guns, knives, use of other weapons, (smut + additional warnings will be noted in each chapter)
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Captain Yoo Shijin - Big Boss, Alpha Team
Seo Daeyoung - Wolf, Alpha Team
Kim Namjoon - Wildcat, Puppy Pack Trainee
Jung Hoseok - Bambi, Puppy Pack Trainee
Lee Jihoon - White Knight, Puppy Pack Trainee
Dr. Moyeon Kang - Big Bossâs wife
Dr. Y/N Song - 1st year intern
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â Prologue
â Chapter 1 - coming soon
â Chapter 2 - coming soon
â Chapter 3 - coming soon
â Chapter 4 - coming soon
â Chapter 5 - coming soon
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Bloom | KNJ {M}
Family is who you kill for. Who you die for. In this society, you and your kin are shadows, clinging to the darkness to obey orders absolute. But when such orders command you to abandon what little honor remains for wealth and notoriety, you find yourself lost in lonely uncertainty about the only vocation youâve ever known. That is, until you meet a man with gentle hands, a poetâs heart, and a love for coaxing the world into bloom.
pairing: assassin!reader x florist!namjoon genre: smut, angst, action, sprinkles of fluff words: 20.7k contains: descriptions of violence & blood, weapons, minor character death, fingering, dirty talk, oral (f), protected piv, multiple smut scenes, namjoon talks to his plants a/n: this piece challenged every ounce of my creativity (in the best of ways) & iâm so ecstatic to share it with you all! i tried my best with the floral research, please forgive me for any inaccuracies.
Night is coming.
With steady hands, you draw taupe curtains on windows that reflect the light of a dying sun, melting into the horizon to pave the way for the illustrious moon. The space now cast in darkness, you follow the trail of shadows to the full-length mirror that lines a wall in the entryway of this hotel room.
âLights on, 60%.â
You tilt your head to a side, scrutinizing the dress that hangs loosely from your figure, done in a muted, subtle navy. With no loose threads to be found, you focus on your hair, on the carefully pinned bun and the solitary tendrils that weave their way down the side of your face. Just below, two earrings, diamond studs, add just a hint of distracting sparkle. But the most important accessory of your night will be the ring on your right handâs middle finger, and the thin, imperceptible needle hidden inside, filled with exactly one dose of lethality.
From the designer purse that sits at your side, you extract your mini-communicator. A few taps has the hologram pixilating to life, bursting from the screen as you confirm the details of your mission. Tonight, you intend on making the acquaintance of one Park Siyeon. Multi-millionaire. Entrepreneur. Target.
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More Than Anything Else (two) [M]
This took almost two months. Iâm sorry! This is unedited, so please excuse any errors.
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Genre: CEO!au, smut, fluff, angst
Words: 12.8k
Warnings: Unprotected sexÂ
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To say that you felt completely out of place would be an understatement. The mansion was lavish, positively gleaming with the glitz and glamour from the decoration as well as the guests. You pulled at your pencil skirt, feeling overwhelmingly under-dressed looking at the elaborate gowns, jewelry and makeup of the rich specimens around you. You felt a little like a voyeur, head turning, almost involuntarily, in the direction of every immaculately dressed individual who passed by in front of you.
For a brief minute, you were so enamored by this party that you forgot your initial intention for being in such a place. You could handle the few side glances and snickers from some snobby rich people. That was hardly a problem. But, the only reason you were prepared to unnecessarily endure it all was so that you could get Namjoon to listen to you, to talk to you and try to resolve this stupid misunderstanding.
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EXPLICIT-TAE MASTERLIST
Hi, I'm Quae đâđŸ Welcome to my blog. This is my solo tumblr and my joint tumblr with my bestie is trivia-yandere where weâd be posting fics, as well.
Warning: Majoirty - if not all - of my writings will be considered nsfw and suitable for those 18+ to read. They will consist of graphic smut scenes, yandere moments, etc.
I'm new to this so please don't expect anything amazing lol :)
Please do not translate, repost or use any of my writing without permission.
W.I.P Snippets (1) A Fall From Grace (Masterlist) Mommy Issues (Installments) Alternate Universe (Masterlist)
Study Partner: An alternate world in which the elites rule the world and have everything at their fingertips. At a top elite college, âStudy Partnersâ - the most desirable sexual partners around the world - are assigned to the top 10% of students with the highest grades. W.I.P
Plaything: (Idol!Bts) Your first year in South Korea was amazing. You got to live out your dream of being an English teacher at a private Academy. Youâve attended concerts from your favorite musicians and even acquainted yourself with new friends. But, no good life last forever and now you find yourself jobless, homeless and living out of cheap motels. Youâve reached your last resort- becoming an Idol playmate. W.I.P
The Feeling of Being Stared At: You and your friends are targets of a masked killer who terrorizes each of you before they make their move on massacring. Your instincts tell you that the call is coming from inside the home, and maybe the killer is closer than you think. W.I.P
Public Enemy (Part 6/7): (Mafia! Doctor! Seokjin) Youâre a young doctor - an intern fresh out of medical school - and begin your career at the best Hospital in South Korea. You wouldâve been swimming in student loan debt if it wasnât for your boyfriend of 1 year, Shin, paying it off in full. You were shocked at the action and questioned where such money came from. You got you answer when your boyfriend himself comes rushing through the hospital doors with a bullet through him. completed
Gluttony; over-indulgence and over-consumption of food, drink, or wealth items, particularly as status symbols. Upper level demon Seokjin - known as the deadly sin of Gluttony - follows alongside Namjoon as they both influence a prideful and gluttonous ruler. (Part 4 to A Fall From Grace) completed
Agent of Chaos: Youâre unsure how long youâve been an Angel for - centuries probably. You grew tired of the holier than thou attitude of your fellow Angels and decide you were ready to sin. What better place than to go than Hell to do so? W.I.P
Public Enemy (Part 7 of 7): (Mafia! Yoongi) Your elder sister was not one to disappear. After quitting her job she fought and worked hard for years in, you knew something was wrong - even when everyone insisted there wasnât foul play involved. So, you go on your own investigation to find the truth of what just happened to your elder sister. completed
Deceived: Your life was perfect - you had an amazing husband, a beautiful daughter and neither of you wanted for anything. Your world flips upside down once your husband comes to you fuming claiming the daughter he has come to love isn't his - paternity test in hand. W.I.P
Ecstasy: You were pregnant by 19, married by 20 and divorced by 25. You weren't focused on dating, especially when you had a 7 year old. However, you weren't against it. Just when you were about to dip your toes in dating, your ex-husband returns and he's less than happy to hear about you 'attempting' to date. W.I.P
Contagious: An alternate world in which at the age of 25, your true soulmate is revealed. Some choose to defy the soulmate tie - but you refuse; especially when itâs revealed to be your sisters boyfriend. completed
Public Enemy (Part 5/7): (Mafia! Hoseok) You wonder where Hoseok goes off to when his work phone calls at all times of the day and night. Itâs a bother - especially when the two of you are on a date. You suspect heâs cheating on you and decide one night to follow him and witness just where he scurries of to. completed
Bound: Jimin has tried everything in his power for you - one of his closest friends - to get laid. He realizes that your kinks don't match with just any man besides one; another friend of his - Jung Hoseok. You've met Hoseok many times and don't think your masochism can be satiated by someone as bright and sunny as him. completed
Wrath: Wrath; extreme anger. Upper-level demon Hoseok - known as the deadly sin of Wrath - wrecks chaos on Earth when a woman scorn goes on a frenzy of revenge against those who wronged her family. (Part 3 to A Fall From Grace) completed
Agent of Chaos (Part 1): Youâre unsure how long youâve been an Angel for - centuries probably. You grew tired of the holier than thou attitude of your fellow Angels and decide you were ready to sin. What better place than to go than Hell to do so? completed
Love You (Just A Little Too Much): Your group of friends preform a yearly dare that has been a tradition in the friend group since your childhood. Your senior year, you're given a dare to seduce and break the heart of a classmate who has a crush on you - Jung Hoseok. Years later, you're sure that he's come back for his revenge for breaking his heart when your friends suddenly turn up murdered. W.I.P
Public Enemy (Part 3/7): (Mafia! Detective! Namjoon) Your life was going great. Youâve been promoted from police officer to detective - something youâve worked hard for. Your first case was to solve a murder of a local drug dealer brought to the hospital who you suspect foul play from. completed
Forbidden Fruit - Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that has all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you being far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best. completed
Cruel Intentions: Organized Crime - Namjoon finds you captivating - but for the sake of his pride, ego and heart, he sure as hell hopes you are who you say you are. However, you aren't a foreigner coming from the States to Korea as a stripper - you're an Undercover detective coming to take down multiple Mafia families in Korea; Bangtan being your top priority. (Set around 9 years before Cruel Intentions) completed
Pride: Pride; a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one's own achievements. Upper level demon Namjoon - known as the deadly sin of Pride - returns to Earth 50 years after his demonic counterparts to wreck havoc on a new generation of sinners. (Part 4 to A Fall From Grace) completed
One Time Thing: Namjoon was the whole package - tall, dark hair with an amazing physique. Let's not forget the personality and the intelligence that was an added bonus. Too bad he was your friend's boyfriend - even if he did appear a little too infatuated with you. completed
Public Enemy (Part 2/7): (Mafia!Jimin) After the sudden death of your boyfriend, Shin, of 2 years - by the hands of what you assume was a rival of his - you find yourself in deep shit. He assisted in paying your college tuition and other expenses you needed for school. Once the bill runs high and youâre threatened expulsion, you need money fast. Your decision to work as a camgirl wasnât your first option, however, now it may be your only one. completed
Starring Role: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. Youâre his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he wouldâve never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you. completed
Lust: Lust; an extremely strong sexual desire for someone. Upper Level demon Jimin - known as the deadly sin of Lust - is on a mission to drag a certain promiscuous woman down to hell with him. (Part 1 to A Fall from Grace) completed
Glory and Gore: The point of blind dates is to not know who you're meeting prior to the date. You were set up with Jimin by a mutual friend. Sadly, for Jimin, he didn't know you were a serial killer who killed your victims after fucking their brains out. Sadly, for you, you didn't know Jimin was a vampire and wouldn't be killed easily. completed
Seduction: You were sick of Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook - the local fuckboys at your University. These men knew they could have any women with a snap of their fingers - all except you. This is how you find yourself attempting to seduce all three men in order to crush their hearts like they've done to the women before you. W.I.P
Public Enemy (Part 4/7): (Mafia!Hitman! Taehyung) Youâve been with your boyfriend, Shin, for 3 years. The relationship wasnât perfect and the two of you butted heads often which resulted in him buying whatever designer items to get back in your good graces. For the last few months, you begin to notice a slip in his character and question just what he does when he isnât with you. completed
Insatiable: ( Part 1) (Part 2) You noticed your Junior Year of High School that Kim Taehyung, Senior, didnât like you. It didnât get too far, however, just verbal âteasingâ and taunts. But, now that you were a sophomore in University he decided he had enough. Maybe he was a changed man - or maybe because he saw that tight skirt you wore with those lace panties peaking through. completed
Envy: Envy; a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck. Upper level demon Taehyung - known as the deadly sin of Envy - makes his way up to Earth in time to witness what those who are envious are willing to achieve. (Part 2 to A Fall From Grace) completed
Unusual Suspects: You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure. completed
Two Sentence Horror Story: you ran up to the first person you saw -Â a man inside his car whose tires screeched upon you jumping in front of it - and screamed how you were kidnapped and blindfolded. completed
Seduction: You were sick of Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook - the local fuckboys at your University. These men knew they could have any women with a snap of their fingers - all except you. This is how you find yourself attempting to seduce all three men in order to crush their hearts like they've done to the women before you. W.I.P
Sweet Serial Killer: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison. (Part 1 to Lethal Lovers) completed
Lethal Lovers: After finding out Jungkook is Yeonma, the vigilante serial killer that has the nation in a chokehold, he offers you a deal you refuse to turn down. (Part 2 to Sweet Serial Killer) completed
Public Enemy (Part 1/7): (Mafia!Jungkook) You donât ask many questions when your boyfriend - a High School sweetheart of 4 years by the name of Shin - splurges his money on you and other luxuries. However, you know well enough that he works for one of the biggest mafia leaders of South Korea. completed
Cult: You've grown reclusive and naive to the world - your mother has sheltered you throughout your life. That was until you've grown of age and desire to see said world for what it was - through the eyes of 7 men - 1 in particular - who all claimed to be Gods of a new world. W.I.P
Insatiable: (Part 1) (Part 2): One thing for sure, Taehyung compelled you. You couldn't not think about him after your night in the woods. However, you also couldn't keep your mind off of your best friend, Jungkook, who gives you every reason not to. completed
Cruel Intentions: (Mafia!Yandere! Jungkook) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Finale) You adored your eldest brother - you truly did. Before his addiction got the best of him, he was amazing at caring for you and your other siblings. Now, however, it was your turn to care for him without the help of your siblings who long abandoned him, advising you to do the same. Once your brother manages to get himself imprisoned, you realize just how much trouble he got himself into. Once your family is threatened, you offer to pay off the debts your brother owes with the one thing any powerful man couldn't resist - your virginity. completed
Starring Role: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. Youâre his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he wouldâve never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you. completed
Greed: Greed; intense and selfish desire for something. Upper level demon Jungkook - known as the deadly sin of Greed, joins Hoseok in his pursuit of a womanâs intense and selfish desire for something scorned gone greedy with power. (Part 3 to A Fall From Grace) completed
Seduction: You were sick of Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin & Kim Taehyung - the local fuckboys at your University. These men knew they could have any women with a snap of their fingers - all except you. This is how you find yourself attempting to seduce all three men in order to crush their hearts like they've done to the women before you. W.I.P
Slave 19990319: In the intergalatic slave trade, the human race are hastily becoming the slave - or pet - of choice. When you were a child, you were given to a young Jungkook - a prince from another planet - as a pet and grown alongside one another. completed
Concubine 19990319: The King doesn't approve of Jungkook's relationship with you - a human pet - and agrees to arrange a marriage with the Princess of a neighboring planet, Planet Amare. Soon you're considered nothing but the Princes Concubine. Desperate times call for desperate measures and you refuse to let Jungkook be taken away from you. completed
Power & Control: After word of your pregnancy spreads throughout the intergalactic universe, enemies of Planet Ivictus threaten to harm you. W.I.P (Part 3 to Slave 19990319)
One Way or Another: (Part 1) (Finale) You recant the horrible story of how you met Jeon Jungkook - a now ex-boyfriend of yours - to your therapist. You opened up about the obsessive and toxic behavior that has you constantly looking over your shoulder for the man you've been running from for years.
Visions: youâre convinced by your friends to go to a party and let go of the memories of your ex just for one night. unfortunately for you, jungkook doesnât want to be let go. completed
Mommy Issues: Your student is a little more convincing than he should be. (Mommy Issues Part 1) completed
Homewrecker: If Jungkook couldn't be happy with you, why should your husband be? (Mommy Issues Part 2) completed
Cruel World: It's sad your brother wasted all this time getting into college just to be expelled. completed (Mommy Issues Part 3)
Sad Girl: Jungkook may be away, but he'll forever be with you. completed (Mommy Issues Part 4)
Freak: Jungkook finds a way back into your world - and you let him. completed (Mommy Issues Part 5)
Whore: When you're lonely, Jungkook is always there. completed (Mommy Issues Part 6)
Burning Desire: You allow Jungkook back into your life - fully. completed (Mommy Issues Part 7)
Pity Party: When all things fail, and everyone leaves you - you're left with no one but Jungkook. completed (Mommy Issues Part 8)
Love to find new fic recs
tattookoo's monthly recs! | APRIL 2023
hiiii iâm back again with another list of fic recs! â ËïœĄâàšà§Ë as i mentioned in my last rec list, iâm rlly not the best at tagging fics in real time bc life gets in the way. so instead, i save the link of the ones i enjoy throughout the month and i compile them all in one place so i can go back and reread. so this is me giving a huge shout out to all the brilliant writers in this list!
please keep in mind that almost all works are for mature audiences only, so minors do not interact with this post or with the fics below. they are not appropriate for anyone under 18.
another quick thing, if anyone is interested in reading my work, please feel free to check out my masterlist!
NAMJOONÂ
âž unusual suspects by @explicit-tae (crush!namjoon x reader)Â
âž kiss me more by @jjungkookislife (brotherâs best friend!namjoon x reader)Â
âž love by @hamsterclaw (ex husband!namjoon x reader)Â
SEOKJINÂ
âž wanna be yours by @jung-nika-hoseok (ceo!seokjin x reader)Â
âž bruised by @sugakookitty (mma fighter!seokjin x reader)Â
âž sit. stay by @daechwitatamic (neighbor!seokjin x reader)Â
âž kyoho by @jeonqkooks (grape!seokjin x reader)Â
YOONGIÂ
âž under the willow tree by @orchidyoonkook (bad boy!yoongi x reader)Â
âž hunt by @sailoryooons (alpha!yoongi x omega!reader)Â
âž illicit favors by @yoongiofmine (producer!yoongi x author!reader)Â
âž with you, all the way by @cultleaderyoongi (ex boyfriend!yoongi x reader)Â
âž belong [series] by @ahundredtimesover (basketball coach!yoongi x actress!reader)Â
âž red chopsticks by @hobicakess (yandere!yoongi x reader)Â
âž menace by @ncteez (gangster!yoongi x reader)Â
HOSEOKÂ
âž liar, liar by @eoieopda (fuck buddy!hoseok x reader)Â
âž eternal sunshine by @yoonia (lawyer!hoseok x artist!reader)
âž needy by @vaguelyvoid (boyfriend!hoseok x reader)Â
JIMINÂ
âž glory & gore by @explicit-tae (vampire!jimin x reader)Â
âž wicked obsession by @peachypinkygloss (fuckboy!jimin x reader)Â
âž the seventh: page 1 by @hobipost (coworker!jimin x reader)Â
âž vampireâs garden by @ebonyinktea (college student!jimin x vampire!reader)Â
TAEHYUNGÂ
âž money is success by @peachypinkygloss (rich kid!taehyung x rich kid!reader)
âž tear you apart: out of control [part of series] by @bratkook (incubus!taehyung x reader)Â
âž limerence [series] by @axialitae (semi yandere!taehyung x reader)Â
âž donât scream by @hobimyhope (scream au!taehyung x reader)Â
âž his special secret by @kooktrash (professor!taehyung x student!reader)Â
âž things we donât say: part 1 [part of series] by @wintaerbaer (best friend!taehyung x reader)Â
JUNGKOOKÂ
âž two point five pt. 2 by @bratkook (handyman!jungkook x reader)Â
âž incandescent by @jeonjcngkook (boyfriend!jungkook x reader)Â
âž only when youâre lonely by @jjkeverlast (human!jungkook x succubus!reader)Â
âž calling you cool by @kithtaehyung (jungkook x rock star!reader)Â
âž prove it to me by @kookslastbutton (fuckboy!jungkook x reader)Â
âž summer bummer, baby [part of series] by @kooktrash (e2l!jungkook x reader)Â
âž rolling stone by @kooktrash (idol!jungkook x non-idol!reader)Â
âž how you get the girl by @thvhoe (ceo!jungkook x secretary!reader)
âž spring is when the bunnies come by @ebonyinktea (hybrid!jungkook x reader)Â
âž tuesdays by @axialitae (roommate!jungkook x reader)Â
âž behind pixels [part of series] by @aseaofyoongi (sex worker!jungkook x reader)Â
âž open hours by @inkjeon (tattoo artist!jungkook x reader)
âž in the end, itâs him and i by @kookstempo (fwb!jungkook x reader)Â
lastly, i wanted to extend my gratitude to all the wonderful writers that spend so much time creating content for everyone here. as an author myself, i love receiving feedback and praise for my efforts so i hope this expresses my appreciation to you all from writer to writer â§Ë°
Just reblogging for my future enjoyment đ
Gemini Masterlist
Gemini Part 1 Part 2 (Jimin)
You and your twin brother Yoongi are heirs to the Min empire, richer than Croesus. Yoongi's set to take over the company, but you're not sure where your niche is. And then you meet Jimin.
Knight (Yoongi)
Yoongi prides himself on being a professional in the boardroom. You seem to be determined to crack his facade.
Lush (Jungkook)
Jungkook's built his empire from nothing, and he's damn well going to sit back and enjoy the spoils.
Charming (Seokjin)
You and Seokjin are in an arrangement of convenience, one that will enable each of you to claim your inheritance in a year. You've got an iron-clad contract, one that takes into account all eventualities, including romance. What could go wrong?
This couple makes my heartache so good!
Love: a series
Your ex-husband's an asshole but you can't seem to move on.
Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Asshole Namjoon, smut, angst
Warnings: Sex, swearing
Love
Talk it out
Vanilla Guys
Favour
Five fuck Friday
My girl
Wedding rings and everything - a drabble
©hamsterclaw 2023
Desecrate
A fall from grace causes you to stumble into the hands of a demon prince. Inspired by Lilith.
Pairing: Yoongi x f! reader
Word count: 2.6k
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Sex, swearing, mention of murder, non-explicit attempted assault, angels and demons
Min Yoongi is older than most creatures to walk this Earth, this much he knows. Itâs been years since he last felt that any of the petty skirmishes mortals involve themselves in was worth any of his interest or his time.Â
Even though time, for him, stretches out, almost infinitely.Â
He doesnât know your face at all, but you catch his attention, and hold it. He can sense your mortality slipping through your fragile grasp as you grapple with the men holding you down.Â
Youâre not going to win, though he admires your grit.Â
Yoongiâs no stranger to blood but he has no desire to watch you get used and torn to shreds. Heâs moving on when your eyes meet his.Â
You plead with him wordlessly, desperately, as the light dims in your eyes.Â
Yoongi knows that this is a dangerous time, the twilight between living and dying. Youâre straddling both worlds, dying even as you push uselessly at the hands around your neck.Â
It would be facetious to say that Yoongi kills without a shred of remorse. Itâs more truthful to say that he kills without a thought.Â
Heâs standing amidst the mess he made, you at his feet, your face pressed to the ground.Â
Youâre unconscious, but youâll live, unlike the men Yoongi dispatched on your behalf.Â
Thereâs something unbearable to him about the way the lovely line of your cheek is touching the dirt of this human dumping ground.Â
Yoongi doesnât know what possesses him, but he takes you with him as he leaves.Â
***
You wake in stages, in a very human way.Â
Your eyes flicker open, shut. Yoongi can hear your heart accelerate, your breathing quicken, he can see your muscles tense.Â
Your mouth opens on an inhale, and your eyes flicker open again.Â
âWhere am I?â you rasp.Â
Your voice is soft, plaintive, your vocal cords swollen from your assault.Â
âYouâre in my home,â Yoongi replies.Â
When you turn your head to look at him, your eyes are more focused.Â
âAnd who are you?âÂ
âI saved your life,â Yoongi tells you.Â
He watches as your eyes scan the domed ceiling, the painted frescoes, the stained glass. Your gaze stops at a scene of the Madonna.Â
Yoongi studies your profile, the dirt smudged on your cheekbone heâd not bothered to wipe off.
Your gaze returns to him.
âYouâre Min Yoongi.â
Itâs not a question, but Yoongiâs compelled to answer anyway, because the fact that youâve guessed his identity means thereâs more to you than he first thought.
You sit up, and Yoongi wonders how he managed to miss the celestial aura emanating from you.Â
Lords and beings.
Youâre an angel.
Seokjin is never going to let him live this down.
Min Yoongi, ancient slayer of humans, demonic legend from the mediaeval history of man, saved an angel.
Yoongi gets up, lets a tiny fraction of his darkness show. His voice deepens, resonating through the chapel.
âLeave.â
Youâre frightened, he can see it in the way youâre tensed, body held taut like a bow.
âI canât. Itâs the night of Pandemonium.â
Pandemonium marks the beginning of when the Gates of Hell open each year. From your reaction, Yoongi guesses youâre a young angel, limited in power, incapable of cloaking or protecting yourself.
He laughs sardonically. âI donât think the home of the bulgasari Prince is the right place for an angel on the night of Pandemonium, do you?â
You clasp your hands.
âIâm not an angel.â
Yoongi stares at you.
âNot anymore. I was cast out.â
For the first time, Yoongi feels a flicker of interest.
He can feel the scales in his mind threaten to tip by the tiniest of margins.Â
For the first time, he thinks he might not kill you.
Seemingly unaware of his internal debate, you take a step closer to him.
Towards the most dangerous being in the room.
Yoongi flicks his tongue over his lower lip, steps forward so you can see him in the red glow.
His human form is beautiful, drawing others in. Leading them to their own destruction.
He can see the way your pupils dilate, your tongue wets your bottom lip, as you see him clearly for the first time.
âYou want to stay with me?â he asks, silky. He takes another step.
You tilt your chin so you can keep looking at him.
âShow me how much you want to stay.â
Yoongi turns his head towards the painting above the hearth.
âDestroy it.â
You turn to the painting.Â
Itâs from the 14th century, by a little known Italian painter called Diavollo, depicting the death of Santa Lucia. He was gifted it by a corrupt nobleman in exchange for his life. Yoongi had taken both.Â
You cast a defiant look at him, rush towards the painting. You stop, head bowed, before it.
âI canât.âÂ
âYou can,â Yoongi says, pitching his voice low, letting the heat of it flare out to you.
You clasp your hands together again, despairing. âI canât.â
Steps heavy, head bowed, you head for the door.Â
You stop just inside the front entrance to the chapel, as if giving him a chance to change his mind before he sends you to certain death.
Yoongiâs had countless beings plead for mercy from him in his long life and he has never once given in.
Thereâs a stirring in the recesses of his mind as he admires your profile for the last time. It feels like longing.
Then youâre gone, door swinging closed behind you.
***
Yoongi dislikes gatherings like this, when the princes of Hell and their delegates celebrate their misdeeds in front of the beings who serve them.
If Seokjin hadnât asked him to attend as a personal favour, Yoongi would be in his home.
Oddly, heâs not been able to look at the Diavollo since you gave your life rather than destroy it.
He wonders if that sort of foolishness is what got you exiled.
Heâs thought about your face so much that when he sees you, heâs momentarily stilled.
Youâre knelt at the feet of Malvarius, the highest ranking demon of Yeomnaâs court, save for Seokjin, and Yoongi himself.
Yoongi watches with revulsion as Malvarius scratches a bloodstained nail along the line of your neck, stopping at the iron collar around your throat.
Malvarius wraps his fist in the chain attached to your collar, tugs.
You fold to the ground in a heap of loose limbs and the sheer drapery heâs dressed you in.
Yoongi finds he still doesnât care to see your face against the ground.
He approaches the demon, and you.
When you see him, thereâs a flicker in your eyes.
âSheâs mine,â Yoongi says, unceremoniously, to Malvarius.
Malvarius, the treacherous devil, says smoothly, âPardon me?â
âI made her a deal,â Yoongi replies, preternaturally calm. âShe owes me.â
Malvarius sits up, and Yoongi realises thereâs a crowd gathering.
It doesnât take much to have demons baying for blood.
Malvarius draws himself up to his full height.
âDo you mean to say, Yoongi, that you own the soul of Azarielâs only daughter?â
Yoongi blinks.
Azariel, the most revered of the archangels, is a name that strikes fear even in the hearts of the most seasoned of demon princes.
Youâre Azarielâs daughter?Â
Yoongi remembers the way you cried over the Diavollo as you walked to your death.
Youâd not used your fatherâs name as a bargaining chip.Â
Yoongi says, coolly, âOne fallen angel is just like any other.â
âSheâs a lusty slut,â Malvarius remarks. âCanât stop opening your legs for me, can you, angel?â
You gasp in pain as he pulls up on the chain, making you dance on your toes to keep from being choked.
Yoongi finds he doesnât care for the sight of you in pain, either.
âGive me whatâs mine,â he says, bored. âOr we can ask Yeomna to mediate.â
At the mention of the lord of Hell, Malvarius scowls. The last time he clashed with Seokjin, Yoongi had come very close to removing his power, Yeomnaâs rules be damned.
He tosses the chain on the stone floor with a clang.
âTo your new master,â he says, with little grace.
Yoongi removes the collar from around your neck.
âFollow me,â he commands.
Yoongi leads you through the debauchery, ignoring your gasps and sobbing breaths as you step through blood, entrails, sex.Â
Itâs only when youâve followed him all the way back to his door that he speaks to you.
âIâm deciding what to do with you,â he tells you. âYou will stay here, whilst I decide.â
âMy father wonât engage in barter for me,â you say immediately. âHeâd as soon as I was dead as alive.â
âYou must have done something terrible, angel.âÂ
Your mouth clamps shut, lips flattening into a straight line.
âDid you kill?â Yoongi asks. âMaim?â
You barely react to his taunting tone.
âWere you envious? Greedy?â
Youâre quiet.
âYouâre not wrathful,â Yoongi observes.Â
He waits until your eyes meet his.
âThat leaves pride, and lust?â
From the way your face tightens he knows heâs stumbled upon his answer.
Yoongi lets his eyes travel to your beautiful form in the sheer silk youâre draped in.
Your breasts press against the material, rounded, enticing, and as he looks, your nipples tighten visibly.
âAh,â Yoongi says, voice dropped to barely a whisper. âHe said you were lustful.â
Yoongi leans down, close to your cheek, and enjoys the way you shiver as he breathes on your skin.
He flicks the tip of his tongue against your skin, and your pupils dilate so much your eyes are practically black.
Your lips part on his name, and Yoongi, for the first time in a long while, feels a surge of lust.
You stay completely still as he touches your cheek.
âWhat do you want from me, angel?â Yoongi taunts. âArenât you fallen enough?â
Your breath trembles in your chest as his fingers tighten on your face.
âCome,â says Yoongi. âShow me how you fell.â
He lets go of your face to caress the swells of your breasts, and you gasp, but you donât stop him.
Instead, you arch your back to press your breasts into his palms.
âYou want more?â Yoongi asks. He knows you do.
He grasps the front of your gown, rips it all the way down.
Your thighs tighten on his hand as he reaches between your legs.
Yoongiâs hand explores you, leisurely, slow, until youâre twitching and trembling.
Your nipples are so sensitive now that when Yoongi rolls his tongue around one you buck your hips into his hand.
âUhngh,â you moan.Â
Yoongi thumbs the bud at the top of your sex, and your warmth pulses around his fingers.
Wet, hot, tight.
Yoongi drags his tongue along the round of your breast, and your breathing hitches.
Your nipples are so puffy and erect they almost look painful.
You whine as he grasps your rounded flesh. The sound causes a stirring, low in his belly.
Yoongiâs cock swells at the sounds you make. Youâre so pleasured, breathless, and heâs barely making any effort.
Heâs already almost fully erect when your soft hand brushes the front of his groin.
âBold for an angel,â he says.
Thereâs a spark in your eyes, clouded with lust.Â
âHow many angels have you defiled, Lord Min?â
Yoongi considers your question as his eyes roam your beautiful body.
âNone,â he tells you.
You smile, and youâre so pretty he canât take his eyes off you.
âLuckily, Iâm not an angel any more.â
Yoongi smirks. âLet me show you how the other side lives.â
He turns, and you follow.
***
Youâre lost, Yoongi isnât sure when it happened, probably between your fourth, maybe fifth peak.
Heâs covered in your arousal, he can taste you on his lips, on his tongue. His cockâs still so rigid inside you heâs aching, caught in the delirium between pleasure and pain.
He plunges into your wet warmth, rocking his hips against yours.
Your arms are limp, one draped around his neck, just barely holding on, the other splayed out, fingers uncurled. You look dazed, fucked out, teetering on the edge of consciousness.
You cry out as Yoongi moves, dragging his cock against the walls of your cunt, and he notes with grim satisfaction how hoarse your voice now is.
âYoongi,â you beg, âwanna feel you.â
âYouâll feel me,â he promises.
You shake your head. âI want to feel your pleasure.â
Yoongi groans as you hold your legs apart for him, letting him see exactly how he cleaves you apart , the way he looks entering your core.
He wraps a hand around your neck, tight, and your eyes close. Your hand snakes around his wrist, urging him on.
Youâre clenching around him so sweetly Yoongiâs disarmed, and when you press a kiss to his temple he releases, shouting your name, spilling inside you.
Belatedly, he remembers to loosen his grip around your neck, and as you remain still he feels an unnerving wave of fear that he might have hurt you.
He says your name, and you stir. Relief floods through his chest.Â
âStay,â you mumble into his chest. âStay.â
Yoongi curls his arm around you, a display of skinship heâs unused to but that you seem to want.
He wonders, curious, why heâs swayed to want to give you what you want.
***
You wake during the night.Â
Yoongiâs flat on his back, arm propping up his head. He watches with dark amusement as you look your fill at his naked form.Â
âYouâre too wide-eyed considering you have my seed all over you,â he drawls.Â
You blink at him. âI was surprised to wake, my lord.â
âYou thought Iâd kill Azarielâs fallen daughter?â Yoongi muses, not bothering to acknowledge how close to the truth you are.Â
âYou do have a reputation, Lord Min,â you say, so seriously that it takes him a moment to realise youâre teasing him.Â
Heâs startled into laughter that sounds rusty even to him.Â
You turn over, breasts spilling onto the silk bedcovers, lush and beautiful like you were made to tempt him.Â
His cock stirs, and it doesnât escape your notice, minx that you are.Â
You reach for him, gentle, soft against his hardness.Â
Yoongi groans, eyes never leaving you as you stroke him. Your lips part on a breath, tongue flicking between. The cavern of your mouth feels like the heaven Yoongi will never know.Â
Heâs never rued being born a demon prince until this moment.Â
Yoongi pulls you off his rigid shaft, seeks the warmth between your legs. Youâre already gasping, spreading to take him, so soft and slick and willing he can barely hold himself back.Â
His hand finds its way around your neck again, squeezing, and the pleasure ramps up a thousandfold.Â
Your back arches as you peak, and this time Yoongi doesnât have the patience to deny himself. He groans into your hair as he fills you, remembers to loosen his grip.Â
Youâre emboldened to press a kiss to his lips, a moment of contact so searing Yoongiâs jolted out of his post-pleasure daze.Â
Neither of you speak, and neither of you makes a move to leave.Â
***
Itâs just past dawn when Yoongi stirs to the back of your entirely naked body.Â
Youâre getting re-dressed, helping yourself to his clothes.Â
âI should go,â you say.Â
Yoongi hadnât realised youâd noticed he was awake.Â
Pandemonium has passed, but Yoongi finds he doesnât care for any possibility that you might get hurt.Â
He rises, unclasps a chain from around his neck, fastens it around your own. The ancient rune now hanging between your collarbones is distinctly, identifiably, his.Â
There arenât many who would seek his wrath.Â
âMy father will â--âÂ
âRue the day he let you fall into the hands of a demon prince?â suggests Yoongi.Â
The hint of a smile plays around your lips, and Yoongi canât tear his eyes away.Â
âIâll be back,â you say. There's a faint question in your voice.
âSee that you are,â Yoongi replies.Â
You bow slightly. âMy lord.âÂ
You take your leave, and Yoongi allows himself to watch you go until you slip between two buildings, and then youâre gone.Â
©hamsterclaw 2023
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Namjoon II:
Updated 7/14/23
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