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1kook · 4 years ago

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yami please i need a nerdy fwb namjoon who also know how to fuck good 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

The only downside about fucking Namjoon is that he cares more about his textbooks than he does you. “Woah— wait,” he chokes, swiftly removing his hands from your ass. The back of your thighs are pressing against his desk, ready to be hauled up by Namjoon’s beefy arms. But first, he has to carefully bookmark his pages and set them aside.

“Joon,” you whine, nearly stomp your feet too. He’s so handsome, makes your insides tingle when he looks at you over the dark rim of his glasses. But his dorky, academic side can be quite bothersome too.

“Just a minute,” he calls, now setting his books on the other side of the room. Truthfully speaking, his incessant need to set aside his books isn’t without reason; a couple weeks ago he had made you squirt so hard and far that it somehow reached the foot of his bedroom door. Anyway, by the time Namjoon returns, you’ve plopped down on his bed, arms crossed over your chest. “I’m back.”

“Yay,” you deadpan, not that he minds. Soon, he’s kissing the frown off your face, his glasses set aside, along with the last shreds of his delicate approach. His hands are so broad, latch onto your hips with a killer grip that is certain to bruise.

“Gonna squirt for me again?” he growls, his cock rammed deep between your folds. One hand snakes down, trails over your tummy and your mound until the tip of his forefinger is nudging against your swollen clit. You squeal, shoving your face deeper into the mattress. Namjoon huffs out a laugh. “You’re so cute,” he says, kissing along your shoulder, up your neck. His breath is hot against your ear, makes your eyes roll back when he says your name in that low tenor of his. Meanwhile, his finger wastes no time entertaining your clit, lazily rubbing circles against the bud until your thighs begin spasming uncontrollably.

“Namjoon,” you whimper, every muscle in your body locking up as he continues his steady stream of thrusts into your clenched walls. “Fuck— you’re so good,” you whine, clawing at his sheets.

Namjoon’s hips snap forward. “Yeah? You like that?” You nod along hurriedly, you’re entire body practically short-circuiting with your orgasm so close.

He rolls his hips on the next thrust and paired with the devilish finger dancing along your clit, it makes you see the entire universe all at once. “Oh, fuck!” you sob, toes curling. The pleasure washes over you, has you stuttering out his full name for some reason, every curse word tacked on as well. “Joon— Joon,” you cry towards the end, when his pace picks up as he chases his own completion.

You don’t squirt this time, just send his one thousand-page thesaurus flying off his night-stand by accident. “__,” he groans, flopping down beside you, all sweaty and hot. “That was my Special Student Edition.”

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muniimyg · 2 years ago

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04 // series m.list

taglist request: send a request with the title of this fic “f2f” // please DO NOT comment here or on the series . it gets confusing and i prefer answering and tagging through asks

taglist: @bloopkook @pb-n-juju @taetaecatboy @ellesalazar @joonsjuice @firesighgirl @cursedcursives @whoa-jo @yoongukie-ff @jihopesjoint

warning: oc throws up twice !

note: unedited :>

Nam Joon is an asshole but at least he is self aware.

Unlike most of his friends who often come off pretentious, he has always tried to protect his peace with his rude exterior. It’s not like he didn’t respect others... It was more because it was the easiest way to push people away.

That’s exactly what he knew he’d have to do with you.

Meeting you, as brief as it was; changed his life forever.

Prior to meeting you, he had never felt his heart be moved. Not by beauty or by flowery words; but by a person’s simple smile and aura. It was you that moved him deeply. So much so that his feet felt like they were floating above the ground and if he didn’t act out to save himself from being too in his head; he’d be done for.

If Nam Joon wasn’t so self aware; he would have confessed so long ago. Instead, he waited. Instead, he continued to be that annoying, smart-ass that you’d look for in friendgroup hangouts. He’d remain that friend you’d want approval from because he kept you humble.

Yet, maybe humble is an understatement.

Sometimes, his comments did go too far. Sometimes, he did make you feel dumb. But it never hurt your ego to the point where you’d hate him. No, it just felt like a middle school love affair. Like he was the boy that pulled your hair just to get you upset. Like he wanted you to cry only for him to comfort you instantly.

It’s immature.

It’s toxic.

It’s Nam Joon.

Your expectations of him have always been low. He’s always been the kind to shy away from events, but everyone would want him there because if he showed up... It’d be valid. Having him tutor you has to be one of your smarter moves as it seems to be working well for you two. Nam Joon, aside from texting, has awfully been decently pleasant... It’s as good as it can get.

The first time you two slept together was out of pure boredom. You were over at Jungkook’s and he happened to be there with the others. Everyone was busy playing games or cooking, meanwhile you and Nam Joon got buzzed. From there, he let a few words slip out of his mouth that led to you letting him slip his dick inside you.

“It’s fucking irritating,” he sighed.

“What is?” you nudged him, in attempt to pry for more of his words. He turned to you and looked at you deeply. It made your heart flutter from what you can remember.

With shaky eyes, he exhaled; “how pretty you are. How bad I want you. How... You’re just... Everything. I think you’re perfect.”

To be frank, that night went by fast. You two scrambled to a bedroom upstairs, hit it and quit it. You two went back downstairs to join everyone after an hour and pretended like nothing ever happened. For a few weeks he avoided you and you brushed it off. Suddenly, then all at once, he acted normal again and so did you.

Tonight, to Nam Joon, reminds him a lot of the first time you two slept together.

Partly because the same people were around and partly because you look just as beautiful as that night. As he finds you sitting in the corner with your knees to your chest, he feels it again.

His heart moves and his feet float above the ground.

He doesn’t know how he manages to get through the crowd and get to you. He just does. When he does, he crouches in front of you.

Poking you, he begins to nag. “What are you doing here, dummy? You might get stepped on. Let’s go—”

“Arghhh,” you groan, pushing him away. He catches your wrists and holds you still. Lifting your head up, you greet him with a tired smile. “You?”

“Me,” he confirms with a soft tone. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

You shake your head profusely. “I’m happy you’re here.”

“You are?”

“Mhmm,” you gulp. “Hobi’s been ignoring me. I waved at him then he smiled and looked away. I drank like four of these, by the way!”

Nam Joon’s eyes flicker to the empty red cups around you. He thinks to himself, shit. Of course Hobi would ignore you right now. You’re practically wasted and he’d actually die if his reputation was tainted with someone who was an inch short of perfection.

Before Nam Joon can say anything, your body suddenly leans forward and crashes against his. Though he’s a little startled, he wraps his arms around you to hold you up. Your body slumps as your head continues to spin.

“I need to throw up,” you choke. “I’m sorry.”

Nam Joon shakes his head, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Don’t be sorry, it’s okay. I’m here, ___. I’ll take care of you.”

Nam Joon finds a bathroom for you and locks the doors as you kneel in front of the toilet. You begin to gag and as soon as the fluids come up, Nam Joon rushes to your side and holds your hair back.

He pats your back and looks away. In all honesty, he’s not grossed out. Throw up is throw up. It’s simple biology and he would rather that you throw up than for you to feel sick for the rest of the night and possibly tomorrow morning.

As you finish up, you catch your breath and groan. After flushing, Nam Joon hands you toilet paper to wipe around your mouth. You sit still, eyes teary and lips puffy from everything.

“Why are you being so nice to me? You’re usually meaner than this.”

Your curiosity gets the best of you. Leaning against the bathtub, you throw your head back and just stare at the ceiling. Partly to compose yourself and partly to avoid Nam Joon’s eyes. For some reason, it feels like you could cry.

“I’m always nice to you.”

You snort at his reply.

“Where’s Hobi?”

“Avoiding you.”

You plop yourself up and glare at him. “See? Mean.”

Nam Joon chuckles and takes a seat next to you. You shift, making space for him. He points below your chin and out of instinct, you look down. He lifts his finger and tilts your chin up and grins.

“Dummy.”

You roll your eyes, finding it hard to believe that you fell for that!

“Why are you here?” you ask him. “It’s not like I’m in the mood to fuck and it’s not like you’re Hobi’s servant. What gives?”

He shrugs. “Can’t I just be a friend?”

Your eyes widen. “You are a friend! Just not... This kind.”

Nam Joon pouts at you. “I literally held your hair back while you threw up two days worth of food. Can’t you at least say thank you?”

“Thank you,” you snicker. “Thank you for being a decent friend for once.”

He salutes you. “Never again.”

With that, you both let out a light laugh. When it dies down, you let out a big sigh. “Okay, for real... What do you want, Nam Joon?”

Then, for the first time in a while, he really looks at you. He looks at you and it feels like he could get lost in your glossy eyes. He bites his bottom lip from letting any secrets spill out. He curls his hands into a fist and then relaxes them. Nam Joon feels the tightness in his chest increase but decides to digress.

Tonight isn’t the night.

Right now isn’t the moment.

Perhaps, another time. Perhaps then, he’d tell you the truth. For now, he puts his heart aside and puts you first.

“Nothing.”

You groan, not buying his bullshit. “What is it? You want me to tell you that you were right?”

He looks at you confused.

“Right about what?” he questions, completely lost.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Even though Hobi ditched me tonight and left me with you, he was still trying to look out for me. Therefore, he’d be a good boyfriend, right?”

Nam Joon instantly feels hurt. It feels like you just disregarded his efforts for the sole purpose of saving Hobi’s face. He can’t hold his words back; “Hobi ditches you and you still think he’d be a good boyfriend?”

You shrug, “I don’t know.”

“What about me, then?” Nam Joon almost chokes on his own words. Too late to take them back, he presses forward; “___, I’m the one that held your hair back. I’m the one here with you. Do you still think the same? Do you still think I’d be an awful boyfriend?”

“I think I... Uh, Nam Joon—”

“—It’s yes or no, ___.”

You gulp, feeling a lump in your throat form. The uneasy feeling kicks in and you cover your mouth. Hurriedly, you cry; “... I have to throw up again.”

As Nam Joon holds your hair back for the second time tonight, he wonders if he’s that bad. He wonders if maybe he had distanced himself a little too far from you. He wonders if he pulls you closer from this moment on... Could you be his soon? Even throwing up and making excuses for his reputation sensitive friend—you’re perfect.

You’re simply everything.

It’s then that Nam Joon begins to feel sick himself.

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