#knj:smut

[luaspersona]

what if i'm in love with your writing? what are you gonna do about it?

namgi is a blessing, but a dangerous one at that. the way you described their relationship was so dkdjfdkjiedkskfkjsideksjfedkjfks *crys* i can't COPE, pls i need a minute to think too 😭

i just loved the teasing!!, and their habit and the way namjoon is completely hypnotized by yoongi too. just how they know their way around one another, how they connect and understand each other, is just so nice, so entrancing to read about.

and leave it to yoongi to ask a guy out with his cock out, like 🗣 it surprises no one he came so fast lol, yoongi have you SEEN YOURSELF?

exhibit a)

exhibit b)

that's it, thank you.

ugh, i just loved this. it was so fucking hot and charming!! you have such an enticing and appealing writing style, that regardless of the length we can always feel the time we didn't see, feel their connection beyond it and how their feelings spill over the word count

hello, congratulations my beautiful funny grandpa friend on your follower milestone! as discussed, i have a drabble request: namgi, a blowjob, and a happy ending. yours to do with what you will - as explicit or vague as you like and you don't have to use my favorite ao3 tag if u don't want. okie, love u - good job being awesome on tumblr and reminding me it exists

yeah, hi, we're not gonna discuss how long this has been sitting in my ask box. we're gonna pretend that this showed up within the last two days.

flow job

pairing: yoongi x namjoon genre: underground rap scene au, fwb; pwp warnings: this is obviously gay mxm stuff, so please do not interact if that's not your thing. swearing, public sex, oral sex, unedited. rating: explicit. minors dni. wordcount: 1k

it's bee's birthday! send me yoongi requests and/or fic recs!

There’s something about the way Yoongi raps.

It fucks Namjoon up a little. (A lot.) Has him standing far enough in the side-stage shadows to adjust his jeans. Has his fingers twitching at his sides, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch, but he has to remember where they are. Who they’re around. Has to remember that this is part of the routine.

Because it’s not the first time.

Won’t be the last, either. Yoongi likes knowing Namjoon’s watching him, that he’s strung tight and a little desperate by the time Yoongi’s done. Likes feeling Namjoon’s heated gaze on him every time he wordplays some filthy line; every time his tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip. Likes taking the last slot of the night because it’s always the longest, and god knows Yoongi likes to draw it out, prolong the game.

The beat Yoongi’s rapping along to is dirty. Namjoon can feel the bass in his chest, but Yoongi rides it well. Better than anyone else in this grimy club. Looks better than anyone, too, but it’s the competence that does it for Namjoon. What had him approaching Yoongi to begin with, a little awestruck and inspired and a lot horny, and Yoongi had smirked out of the side of his mouth and that was the end of life as Namjoon had known it. Had him shoved in a disgusting bathroom stall with his pants pulled taut around his thighs, Yoongi on his knees in front of him.

Now it’s a thing.

Only ever here. Only in these seedy underground clubs where they’re known only by their stage names. Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi only exist here to one another.

Yoongi spits one more line right as the beat cuts out and he drops his microphone on the floor. There’s screaming, thunderous applause, but Namjoon hears none of it. All that exists to him is Yoongi and the way he finds him in the dark immediately, knows all his hiding places, and the hunger evident on his face.

Namjoon is a man that needs little instruction. Smart as hell but just as clumsy, yet always seems to know exactly what to do when it comes to Yoongi. Namjoon might call it intuition if the promise of Yoongi’s wet, hot mouth didn’t have his brain short-circuiting, but, well.

They’ve only played this club once before, but Namjoon has the layout memorized. Knows exactly where to go. Knows all the turns, how many steps. Hasn’t thought of much else since the last time he had Yoongi’s mouth on him. Two weeks, and he’s been fucked up and on fire ever since.

Sometimes Yoongi is gentle and teasing, but tonight he moves like he’s possessed. Slams a stall door open and pushes Namjoon inside of it with little regard for his well-being. No regard for anyone who might play witness to this, either, because he’s back on his knees before Namjoon can blink. Has his belt undone and his jeans pulled down while the crowd is still chanting his stage name.

“Hy-hyung,” Namjoon tries to choke out, but it comes out all breathy and stuttered. Tries to tangle his hands in Yoongi’s hair, too, but he swats his hands away.

“Shut up,” Yoongi replies, and it’s all heat but no disdain. “Fuck, I thought about this the entire time.”

Namjoon’s briefs get tucked beneath his balls and he braces himself for the feel of Yoongi’s mouth—sucks in one breath and then another, steadies himself against the stall door—but there’s… nothing. He cracks one eye open and looks down. Whimpers at the sight of Yoongi there, cheeks flushed, looking at Namjoon the same way Namjoon knows he looks at him.

“Are you gonna…”

It’s all gums when Yoongi smiles. Seems to laugh despite himself. “Suck your dick? Yeah, I’m working on it.”

“Doesn’t seem to be the case, hyung.”

“Give me a fucking second, Namjoon, I’m thinking.”

“Can you think later? My dick hurts and your knees are gonna bruise. Not to mention this club is probably the nastiest one we come to—”

Yoongi scoffs. Spits in his hand and pumps the length of Namjoon’s cock just to shut him up. It works. It really works, because Namjoon’s moaning and thrusting his hips into Yoongi’s hand like no one’s ever touched his dick before. Pathetic. Namjoon knows it is, but he can’t help himself. When just a look from Yoongi can have him unraveling, it’s unrealistic to expect him to be able to withstand this kind of assault.

“I was thinking,” Yoongi continues, replacing his hand with languid, slow licks from the base of Namjoon’s cock to the tip, “about how to—” Sucks hard at the tip just to laugh when Namjoon swears. “—ask you out.”

And because he’s a bastard, Yoongi doesn’t give him a chance to reply. Just swallows the entire length of Namjoon’s cock, and whatever sounds and words come out of Namjoon’s mouth are no longer his responsibility. Whatever he does with his hips isn’t, either, because he’s been keyed up since he first laid eyes on Yoongi hours ago. Has exhibited impressive restraint, so he figures he’s allowed to let go. He’s allowed to fuck Yoongi’s mouth in shallow strokes until he’s snug in his throat.

“Fuck, fuck,” he groans. The chase is mindless, now. Nothing exists beyond the feel of Yoongi’s mouth. “Hy-hyung, fuck, I’m gonna—”

Yoongi pulls off long enough to roll his eyes and say, “Jesus, already?” before Namjoon finally tangles his hands in his hair and feeds his cock back into his mouth. Then it’s just instinct.

Namjoon comes with a long, drawn-out moan. The kind of orgasm that has his legs trembling, no longer able to support his weight, and he wants to sink to the floor and ride it out but he refuses to put his bare ass on the grungy tile. “Oh my god,” he says, swallowing hard to try and catch his breath.

Yoongi is completely unbothered. Stands to dust off his knees. “Am I allowed to think now?”

“Sure,” Namjoon concedes, “but I can’t. I think you sucked me stupid.”

Yoongi scoffs, rolls his eyes again, but Namjoon can see the shy smile that’s threatening to break through. Can see the blush spreading across his cheeks. “You’d think you’d be used to it by now. You wanna go grab a drink with me?”

Namjoon falters. Isn’t sure he’s hearing correctly. Knows, logically, that Yoongi had mentioned it just minutes earlier but thought maybe he’d misheard, like some mirage in the horny desert that’s Namjoon’s brain. Gets distracted by Yoongi’s spit-slicked lips, the way the yellowed, fluorescent lights of the bathroom glint off his mouth, the way he swipes his tongue at the corner, and blurts out:

“Is this why your stage name is Gloss?”

Yoongi’s stunned. Just blinks owlishly. “You really think I’ve made a habit of blowing people in club bathrooms and named myself after it?”

“Well, I don’t know, your mouth just looks—”

“Just shut up, Kim Namjoon,” Yoongi says, and Namjoon decides it’s advice worth taking. “Do you want to go out with me or not? I’m not asking again.”

He nods.

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《He always knew how to make you feel loved. Feel wanted.》

Ryen,

Hi, my love. This, reading one of your works, has been a long time coming, and I’m really glad that I read it last night. Reread it this rainy morning so that my thoughts could be more coherent and so that I could submerge myself inside of this beautifully written piece.

Your writing is incredibly emotive, and it felt like as I was placed from scene to scene, it was easy to just live there for a while. Reside in the lustful yet loving relationships the reader experienced that would eventually frame her lifetime and future.

We first have Hoseok. Energetic. Electric. A passionate frenzy of what it feels like to just simply feel alive. What it feels like to be on a roller coaster or skydiving. You may not know which way is up or down, but you know that it feels amazing, and you never want it to stop. Unless, of course, you have acrophobia or aren't an adrenaline junkie. He’s someone that people make movies about. The young adult coming of age films where the main character is at her peak and just says “fuck it” or rather “fuck him” because she knows that he wants it to, and maybe it’s okay to take a risk just this once.

Then there's Yoongi. The ultimate depiction of softness and comfort, mixed with the underlying note of sensuality and carnality. The type of person who makes you realize that you've sunk too deep before you even stepped foot into the water, but you like it there. You like how it overwhelms your senses against your skin and you like seeing new forms of life before your eyes. Something dangerous yet something so beautiful that you simmer in the newfound peace and quiet before feeling the anxiety that things are a bit too forbearing.

Seokjin was a juxtaposition to the others. Someone who makes you feel without thinking. Someone who shows you what it’s like to live in the moment without any remorse or consequence. Just pure unadulterated pleasure without rocking the boat too far.

Each of their stories is a puzzle piece, fitting so perfectly inside the heart and reminiscence of the reader. Each brought a unique wave of high and low. Rises and falls that work as stepping stones to build the peak of the reader’s romances and affinities:

Namjoon.

You felt like a wild animal, caged within his bulky arms and roped in with his lustful gaze.

Namjoon is a smokey and sultry mix of intensity and idleness. Of love and lust. Someone who brings the unearthed parts of you to the forefront and broadcasts them in a space that feels safe and warm, because to him, they are the most beautiful things in the world and it would be a shame for you to not know it yourself.

But his was the one that looked right back without wavering. Without doubt. Time stopped; you weren’t counting down the nights; feelings existed and lasted like a reddened hearth.

This is something people dream about. He is someone that people dream about. And I’m grateful that the reader was able to experience what it feels like to have that for herself and find her own unique sense of peace.

Ryen, this was such a beautiful story, and I loved reading every single word of it. It's honestly a shame that I didn't read this sooner. Nevertheless, I loved it, and I can't wait to read more of your works. I'm sending you all of my love, friend💕

with him. (m) | hyung line

title: with him. (m) pairing: hyung line x reader(f) genre/rating: 18+ ; smut word count: 1.2k summary: in which you remember all the ones before him. warnings: language, house party, penetration, oral, breast play, sl*t/wh*re nicknames notes: this is just a quickie for the wonderful hyung line enthusiast @joheunsaram​ !! i don’t know what came over me bc this just.. produced itself, so happy birthday LOL i hope you like it! if you don’t, you can crumple it, chuck it in the bin, and pretend this never happened sdjklfsd. also, all pics other than the boys can be found on my aesthetic blog @brandisher​ 🤎

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With Hoseok, it started as a blur and ended as a blur. 

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hi. yes. mai here. when i find a hot attractive single man as my roommate, i’ll build up the mutual pining for yrs and then scream about a bug in the middle of the night. and then i’ll sleep in his bed with him. and voila. yes. also. naughty, naught joon. 

there was a bug | knj

⇢ pairing: namjoon x reader ⇢ genre: smut, fluff, angst ⇢ word count: 7.0K ⇢ theme: roommate! namjoon + best friend! namjoon + f2l au ⇢ warnings: cursing, unprotected sex (be safe), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), deep throat, handjob, sleep stroking, fingering (f. receiving), cumshot, mild dirty talk, tons of self doubt.. yikes. this literally turned out way more angsty than i had originally planned. namjoon’s dick is huge. ⇢ summary: you and joon have been best friends for years, unexpectedly his feelings start to grow more than platonic. deciding to keep this to him, joon stays as your best friend and roommate. things are going fine, until one night you’re forced to sleep in his room.

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《“What? Were you imagining something a little bit more formal?”》

*sighs*

Will there ever be a point where I am not impressed by you and your words, Willow?

I read this during the summer, and this was actually the story I hinted in my last reblog of yours. To be honest, I’m not sure why I thought that this might have put me in an even more coherent state because right now, my mind is fuzzy with the thoughts of this park scene and maybe what might’ve happened at the movie theatre👀. But I’m also not going to let my mind stray too far off because those are dangerous thoughts, and I’m trying to make it through the day in one piece, haha!

Amazing, beautiful, sultry, and funny are just a few words that have come across my mind while and after reading this, and it is with great pleasure (or maybe pain?) that I will be thinking about this for a while.

Thank you so much, Willow. You are such a talented person, and your mind is filled with the most beautiful constellations and creations. Sending you my love (for the billionth time)💕

"I just want to please you" + "this wasn't supposed to happen this way"

Namjoon and yn, at the park

incredible, nonnie

DATE NIGHT 

wc: 301 rating: explicit warnings: public sex, handjob

“This wasn’t—”

He chokes on the word. He chokes on it, his throat closing around the phrase, his head thrown back in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut. He even bites his lip to keep the words — more like sounds at this point — from spilling out of his throat.

He always was a little too controlled, you think, and then you squeeze your grip a little tighter and he cries out. The groan is soft and delicious and you want to drink it up.

“Hm? What were you saying?” You tease, your words hardly above a whisper. “It wasn’t what?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen this way,”  he spits out through gritted teeth.

“What? Were you imagining something a little bit more formal?”

“We’re in a fucking—ngh—park!”

Your hand is now twisting up and down his shaft and you can tell he’s close, his breath drawn shabbily through his throat, eyes clenched shut, knuckles turning white.

“You ought to be quieter,” you whisper. “In case anyone else notices.”

“It’s a little hard—  when you’re doing it like that.”

“I just wanted to please you,” you say softly.

It’s something about your voice that does it for him. With a hardly covered groan he cums, filling your hand with his seed. You give him a moment. Let his breath return to normal, his eyes blink open to the summer sun beating down on you both.

“Fuck,” he hisses, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that fast.”

“You’ve got a bit of an exhibitionist streak, huh?”

He just grins sheepishly at you.

“C’mon,” you say, grabbing a wipe from your bag and cleaning off your hand before offering it to him, helping him to his feet. “Let’s finish our date, shall we? What’s next? A movie?”

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I was scrolling through my blog earlier and was met with this again. I had read this at the beginning of the year, February, I think, and I remember I was lying in my bed at 8 am with tears lining my eyes. So, it was without fault that even when I tried to scroll past this again, I came up short and decided to reread this. 

There are very few fics that have made me cry. Eyes watery? Yes. But never to the point where tears would be constantly streaming down my face like this one did. I’m not entirely sure why this one did it for me again this time, even when I KNOW what’s going to happen. I could easily blame it on hormones or something, but in reality, it’s just because you are THAT good at pulling out emotions.

Everything that is written here in this story felt so raw, so emotional, which made me feel so exposed and vulnerable, but it was comforting.

Starting from the beginning, you had me hooked. The imagery, the dialogue, the aura that encapsulated this scene was so beautifully written. It was like I was there with them in that lecture hall as Namjoon spoke poetically about art and its philosophy. You captured him and his mindset so majestically and so comfortably. I was fawning over him again like the character. And then this: 

‘What are you doing here?’ he asks coolly, not bothering to look at you.

Ouch! Okay…

But to be honest, this entire scene, their meeting, was so...raw. I know I keep saying this, but I’m not sure if I’m the best at conveying how I feel. But this part is one of my favorites. Especially this section here: 

‘I am being professional,’ he finally says once you reach him, ‘because you are forcing me to weigh the option of having to see you everyday.’

His voice comes at you, sharp and bitter, and you find yourself wrapping your arms tightly around your body, guarding yourself from his verbal deluge.

‘I’ll have to come into work and look at you, and pretend everything is fine. I’ll have to come in and greet you like I’ve never met you. I’ll have to look at you and pretend you’re just my colleague, pretend that I never touched you or kissed you, or fucked you.’

Choking out the words like he’s releasing years of hurt, they spill out of him, overflowing like a well, and now that’s he’s started he simply will never be able to regain control. He’s choking out the words and you can only stand in silence as he works his way through the pain.

‘I’ll have to look at you,’ he continues, not breaking eye contact and looking deep into you, lowering his voice until it’s little more than the vibration of danger your remember so well, ‘and act like I don’t know how you sound when you moan my name or how beautiful you look when you come. I’ll have to look at you and remember everything you put me through. You working for this department means I have to rely on you, again, and the last time I did that you broke me. So excuse me for not jumping back into that position because this time it’s my job I’ll be risking, and not just my fucking heart.’

Ugghhh!!! There were too many blows to the heart at this one. And to be honest, I can understand why OC did what she did. In my opinion, she wanted to save themselves from heartbreak. Didn’t want to string him along or have the distance be the reason for their breakup. Cut ties before things got too entangled, but it was a little too late for that. The way that he offered for her to come to the bar though made me feel a little better though. That line actually made me chuckle throughout the midst of this.

The bar scene was a mixture of a breath of fresh air and choking on seawater (it was probably just my tears though).

You think about him proposing and how you wouldn’t even have had to think before saying yes.

You think about a ring on his finger and how it would easily have made you want him more, a possessive sense of desire telling you and the world that he is yours, legally and for all time.

You think about how you belonged to him the moment you met him, sitting next to him in your intro to art class and how you had to share a textbook because the bookstore sold out before he could buy his.

You think about your first date and your last date. You think about your wedding, the one that never existed and the one you planned mentally, without telling him, after your one year anniversary when you were young and hopeful about your future.

You think about how you had him.

You think about how you lost him

You think about how you ruined everything because you were scared, and you were selfish.

And now you see why he wanted you to admit, so badly, that you were wrong.

I honestly don’t know how you do it. You made me laugh, cry, experience heartache, and the most passionate love all within under an hour. This whirlwind of emotions still leaves me yearning for more and more each time I simply think about this fic. Thank you for making me feel something💓. Emotions are beautiful but rough, and I sincerely give all of my love and support to you and your writing. Now I have to go. My Haagen-Dazs is melting.

The Body Through Time

Author: @bread-jinie

Creative Content Contributors: @daegusoftboys (providing us with exquisite moodboards)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader (oc; female)

Summary: When you’re offered a job as the graduate assistant for the Art History department at Bangtan University, it is a requirement for the department to sign their approval on the paperwork. You have one signature left and, unfortunately, he doesn’t want to see you. At all. 

Rating: NC-17

Warning: explicit sex; explicit language; angst

Word Count: 10,947 (end me)

Two hours. That’s how long you’ve been standing outside the building, staring at the glass doors as your warped reflection slides in and out of view.

Two hours spent in the warm sunshine, a slight sunburn starting to form on the tip of your nose.

Two hours reminding yourself that this is for your career. Reminding yourself that this choice is not about him, it was never about him. That even if he didn’t work here, you’d still pick this university because it’s the best and it’s the only place your career will thrive.

Two hours telling yourself you’re strong enough to see his face. That one look at his full lips and warm eyes won’t send your knees to the floor, collapsing beneath the weight of your desire, not like it used to.

Not anymore.

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Something transpires right the moment your gazes meet each other. It sparks through the air, like an unspoken bond that is completely twisted, and real, and perhaps a bit stronger than what you have shared with Yoongi. Something that is dark and sinful, but would be enough to make you feel more alive, if only you would dare to reach for it.

But you also know that you can never allow it to happen.

Dia! Hi!

I just want to tell you that I really enjoyed reading this story. I feel like with this one, as well as a few others of yours that I’ve read, you capture the essence of elegance and the elite so well. Of course, works like Carousel, All Ferverent Manner, The Stand-in, and now Threads all have different atmospheres and tones, but you are able to capture the beauty of luxury so well. It’s soft and gentle but bright if that makes any sense, and you make me want to stay in their worlds for just a little while longer. 

When I began this, I was automatically hit with the feeling of something while reading the beginning. The tenseness...the anxiousness. It was enough to make my heart hammer in my chest and make my breathing feel more rapid and shallow until I learned about the relationship dynamics. The pieces began to slowly fall into place while Namjoon was translating for me. And knowing that integral detail ripped me away from the intimate moment shared between the main character and Yoongi when he’s kissing her knuckles. From that moment forward, I couldn’t help but focusing on Namjoon who was in the room with them. Who feels like a bright white light. There. And even when it’s Yoongi and the main characrer talking without his help, Namjoon’s presence was always there in the back of my mind, causing a stir in both my heart and stomach.

I think that one thing that’s interesting to me is that Namjoon and Yoongi both display this salience that makes you ping pong between both of them. Like day vs. night. And those atmospheres change depending on the setting. One moment Yoongi felt like this to me, and in the next, he felt another way. And it was like that when you wrote about her dream of Namjoon, one that was so passionate and intense and dark (but not ominous dark, more like a fog) to Yoongi who felt like a complete juxtaposition of that while he was tenderly taking care of her at the club. 

There was also another moment that stuck out to me. This one: 

This is the part where the wall really felt real. From both points of view, Namjoon’s and the main character’s. And Yoongi is technically that iron wall. But during the same scene, you also see how Yoongi is not only a wall but a path out of two, and she has to decide which one she wants to follow. But Namjoon made the choice for her at the end of it all, and a part of me is sad. I feel for both of them to be completely honest, but slightly more towards Namjoon. Maybe it's because my bias is peeking through or because of the ending. Maybe it's because she and Namjoon have a lot in common. Or maybe it's because I think that she wants him just a little bit more than Yoongi (but that’s just me). 

As the memory fills his head, Namjoon finds that not only is his hand has grown tight, but also his jaw as he clenches his teeth. He can never understand just how these conflicting emotions that he has been feeling had started to grow and exactly what he is supposed to do about it. Yoongi is not only his business partner, but also his best friend, his companion for life, and he was supposed to only feel nothing but respect to you as Yoongi’s current girlfriend.

I was also thinking more about the title ‘Threads’. I was wondering if you thought that maybe the threads of how she sees Namjoon and Yoongi are intertwined. I guess it's just because she may feel strongly for Namjoon as well because he's translating for Yoongi, and even though those are Yoongis words, because Namjoon is the one relaying them back to her, that maybe her heart is steering toward him because of that. Because it feels like Namjoon is saying them to her too. Idk. That's just something my mind was thinking about. (Edit: I just realized that you answered my question hehe! But still, I think the overlapping emotions that the mc is experiencing is very interesting and it garners more questions like: “Does she really like him or is it because of his translating” and from there, “if he wasn’t Yoongi’s translator, would she have the same feelings for him?” and the same goes for Namjoon. “If he wasn’t translating for his friend, would he still have the same feelings for her?”)

Anyway, I think I’m rambling now, but stories like this where there are so many elements circling around and feelings being intertwined are really interesting to me. Thank you for writing this Dia. I enjoyed this soooo much. I hope that you’ve been doing well and I’m sending you lots of love.💕

Threads [M]

➬ Title | Threads

➬ Summary | Life is full of surprises, just like how people are full of secrets. Just when you had thought you have been lucky enough to have your life figured out, life decides to throw you a curve ball when you least expect it. And there is nothing you could do to avoid it, except to hope that you could hold your secrets as tightly as you possibly could before everything blows up into smithereens.

↳ Pairings | Yoongi x reader, Namjoon x reader

↳ Genre | Slice of Life!au, One-sided Love!au, Smut, Angst, Infidelity, Mutual pining

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | Sexual tension, infidelity, mentions of drinking, drunken foreplay/sex (consensual), clothed foreplay, dry humping, thigh riding, hand job, breast play, explicit mature scene.

↳ Word count | 7,2k words

➬ Music Companion | Axel Enderlin - breathe

➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @yoonminpls | I’m so sorry this took forever, and so sorry that I took quite a turn after our last talk lol. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this. Thank you so much for commission me!

Dazzling lights are shining above your head as you walk past the marbled floor hallway. The steady pacing beneath the bright lights soon becomes alluring enough to slowly soothe the tension rolling down your body, but only to the point until it becomes no longer enough to numb your nerves.

You have grown used to these hallways after walking down this very same path at least once a month for the past year that everything had inevitably become familiar to your memory. The crystal lamps hanging from the ceiling, the champagne coloured wallpapers, the shining marble floors, and the humming sound of the guests chatting and eating while being hidden behind these doors you are walking past by.

In previous cases, you would have felt exhilarated and calm when you walked by this path. Tonight, you are feeling none of it.

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[propinqxityreads]

I told myself that I wouldn’t read this until later, and I kept that promise to myself...for about 5 seconds. It’s just that once I began reading the first sentence, I just had to read more, you know? If you start something then you have to finish it, and apparantly my mind just decided that now was the best time to do that.

It’s a blessing a curse that I read this fic when I did simply because cream suit Namjoon and now that I’ve been seeing it alot more lately, I just couldn’t help myself indulge in something that brought this to life. So thank you for equally making and destroying me in a matter of fifteen minutes. I really appreciate you and your writing!!💕💕💕💕

cream | knj

❯ pairing: namjoon x fem!reader

❯ genre: established relationship au, pure smut

❯ summary: you thirst over the outline in the pants of kim namjoon’s iconic cream suit just one time too many, and he’s ready to make you pay for it

❯ word count: 1.8k

❯ warnings: 18+, pwp, basically 1.8k words about joon’s d, cursing, dirty talk, mentions of masturbation, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, oral (m receiving), dry humping, spanking, KIM NAMJOON’S CREAM SUIT PANTS

❯ dedication: this fic is for my darling lindy @ppersonna​​!!! happy (early) birthday! i hope you enjoy your brand hehe ily!

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[bts-ficrecs]

HI BITCHES IT'S 2 IN THE FUCKING A M AND I AM NOT OK BECAUSE OF THIS FUCKING FUCK IHMYGOF°°°!!!!@@! FUCK ME this was so fucking hot oh my gods i can't stop cursing

Am i triggered rn? No ofc not y would u think that:-) it's not like this fic combined one of my favorite positions and kinks together with The Kim Namjoon :-)))) no im fine :--)))))))))

Also i love jimin sm lmao

a nascent thing (m)

note: I wrote this on my birthday, tipsy off multiple screwdrivers 🤩🤩🤩🤩 Remember how badly I wanted to write mating press!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lol Anyway enjoy, happy new year’s eve! 💕💕

PAIRING. namjoon/reader GENRE. romance, smut. part of the pups series RATED. M WORD COUNT. 2.7k WARNINGS. pregnancy talk, breeding kink, size kink, mating press!!!!!!!!!!, oral (f receiving), creampie EXCERPT. You pick a movie. Settle into the couch. Then one of you will proposition the other, and the credits will roll to your bouncing, or Namjoon absolutely drilling into your guts. 

Point is: somehow he always ends up inside you.

When Jimin sets up a conversation it’s never in your favour. You should be used to it by now: he’s mean when he wants to be, and that’s all the time. Especially now that you’ve lived up the fantasy he so badly wanted to come true just so he could hold the satisfaction over your head. He’s prideful in a way you won’t smite him for because you’re satisfied too.

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[jksoleil]

YOU ARE SO TALENTED I WRITING! I COULD NOT PUT MY PHONE DOWN THE ENTIRE TIME READING THIS WOW! I highly recommend giving this a read and I want more

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 you’ve ever known. That is, until you meet a man with gentle hands, a poet’s 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) & i’m so ecstatic to share it with you all! i tried my best with the floral research, please forgive me for any inaccuracies. part of the @btssmutclub summer collab!

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.

“Lights on, 60%.”

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 hand’s 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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[jksoleil]

SOMEONE PLS GET MY BABY GUKKIE HIS NANA MILK OR WE HAVE A PROBLEM 🥺🥺

intro: her X | knj

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. single dad au

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader

⟶ 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst • fluff • smut

⟶ 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: the lightest angst • fluff • smut

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: teasing, cunnilingus, dirty talk, fingering, cum eating, other than that umm nothing really ᵘʷᵘ, this is just very soft okay :(

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: owowowowowo look!!!! the long,, lONG awaited update of intro her! i know some of you have seriously been anticipating this update, so GOD i hope i don’t disappoint. once again, intro her is back! as hard as it was for me to return to it, i’m really glad i did because i miss my dork single dad joon and maknae babies :((

⇥ this is like super unedited im so sorry

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In the early hours of the next morning, Namjoon wakes up next to your body. His first reaction, however, is not what he was expecting. With a scrunch of his nose, he sputters, spitting out your hair from his mouth. Struggling with it, his hand unwraps from your waist as he attempts to push your hair out of his face and towards the opposite direction. Moments later, once completely out of his mouth, Namjoon’s eyes spot your face. It takes him a couple of moments to comprehend the scene before his eyes soften.

Your features are completely serene, eyelids fluttering every now and then as your eyes move under them. Your nose twitches intermittently and your eyebrows knot together slightly on occasion. Briefly, he wonders what you’re dreaming about and whether you’re dreaming of him. He feels your warmth envelop him, your skin slightly tacky against his as you stick to him, your legs entangled with each other; as if you were glued together.

Knowing he probably only has a little while before you wake up, he marginally shifts away from you, so he can further take you in. The moment there is space between your bodies, however, your lips unconsciously pull into a frown before you seek his warmth. Cocking an eyebrow, Namjoon watches you feel around for him. Once your arm makes contact with his chest, you shift closer towards him, curling into his body before letting out a sigh of content.

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[bts-ficrecs]

This fic was a journey if my screaming comments in the notes are anything to go by lol. A thoroughly entertaining story to read... before going to work.... and being stuck with sticky panties all day long....🥴🥴 istg i used the bathroom at like 10 today. Now it's lunch time and my vagina STILL lubricating itself 🥴 guurrrlll sorry to disappoint. U aint getting namjoons dick any time soon 😭 so calm down dang its hard to work when u wet.

Ok ok jokes aside. This was hot. Ah, sweet sweet release. Also LOL @ the title. What a gr8 pun. And like yes pls Namjoon I'll stay w u. Just next time lemme taste ur cum too pease 🥺👉👈 Wonder how they'll be later in the day when the horniness goes away lol. But im sure they'll get through it. Bc they obviously care for each other

you’ve got a friend in me | knj

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut

Rating: Explicit

WC: 3k

Summary: Your best friend and roommate proposes an interesting idea to decrease both of your stress levels.

Warnings: Super awkward conversation. Cockwarming. Cockwarming that turns into sex. A sprinkling of dirty talk. Cumshot. Cum eating. Cuddling.

A/N: Thank you to @kinktae​ for the title and to @ot7always​ for thirsting with me the other night and inspiring this story into being. Also this piece was written with two glasses of wine and is largely unedited. So proceed at your own risk of grammatical errors. 

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YOU’VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME

You and your roommate had come to a very strange arrangement.

It had developed out of the strangest of circumstances. Two broken hearts. Finals approaching. Namjoon had lost his anxiety medication. You had been working so hard on your latest piece of research that you had ended up neglecting your entire social life.  

“I think you should just put it in,” you stand, hands on your hips in the kitchen.

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