#wild!!!!! you guys have known each other what like. seven or eight days? maximum? and one of them was when amy was 7.

[quietwingsinthesky]

no but really CAN we talk about amy convincing the doctor to commit to a suicide pact with her when she lost rory. she didn’t even have to try that hard. he got in that car without even hesitating. he was fully ready to die for real with her.

[sugar-petals]

Doc on a Date (m)

↳ You meet your former patient Namjoon on vacation in Italy. What begins as a bizarre encounter turns into an erotic thrill.

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre › smut | one shot | 7k

— warnings › vaginal sex (protected), doggy style, cunnilingus, masturbation, degradation, marking, dom!reader, sub!rm — a/n › motto: sex with obstacles. nams with spectacles. 

The waitress with the curly hair looks a bit flushed. It’s not the evening buzz and temperature, she’s used to that. Somehow, the circular tray won’t sit right on her palm either. A fresh cup of coffee and two empty wine glasses wobble back and forth on top of it, but without actually sliding out of place — it must be one of those fancy coated trays a waiter can do pretty much a somersault with sans losing any of the beverages. Or perhaps, this is just another urban myth of Venice at night. Your day has been busy.

Her accent is broken, yet still polished to a reasonable degree. You can tell that the Ristorante Dogaressa gets its fair share of foreigners. At one point you believe that she even sounds all too deferential.

“I’m sorry, Signora. Today’s packed. Would you still prefer a seat?”

You linger with your keys still in the right hand. The famed Hotel Belleza with its first-floor restaurant is just around the block and your second choice for the evening. A two-minute ride through not-so bustling traffic, it really is more crowded on the actual Canal. But the smell of calzone and antipasti alone, the antique decor framing the doors, the palace across the river, set in delicate spotlights—

You stuff the keys into your pea coat pocket. If you want to dine at the Dogaressa, this is the only chance. The onslaught of tourists is even harder to go against when the weekend starts.

“Yes, if that’s possible? It’s my fault, with the reservation system.”

Now that you’ve turned toward the dining room ever so slightly, and perhaps she did notice, the tray comes into balance again. Back to impeccable posture. The waitress smiles.

“Table 15 on the right still has one chair left.”

“Indeed, the section at the Canal?”

“There’s a signorino seated. I hope it doesn’t cause any inconvenience. It’s a double table we can separate for you. I’ll call my colleagues, it’s done in two seconds.”

“Alright, no problem, very kind.”

After helping you take off your coat, the waitress turns to the reception now. A bearded concierge calls for “Stella” and “Valentina” through a two-way radio. You pay the music night admission, 30€. Just a blink later, two waitresses arrive at the entrance on ever-so swift feet.

He peers up from the menu card. The brunette signorino in question wears Michael Cane glasses, Oxford shoes, and no tie — shirt buttoned down to expose more of his chest than your tour guide from Verona or anybody downtown would ever dare. Frivolous. Sexy. Or simply unaware? A certain feeling between your legs says it doesn’t matter anyways. If that button is open, it’s open.

You can tell right away that he’s not a local like you. There’s a map on the left side of his plate and some kind of book with Korean lettering on top of it. Something seems familiar.

Valentina detaches the table from one side while Stella, discreet between the rows of guests, comes to bring about a second tablecloth. Once you are seated, received a separate set of cutlery, including the menu card, Valentina takes your order for a chilled beverage, yet you mess up the name twice. It’s not because your Italian is so bad. 

The waitresses leave in haste toward the kitchen, leaving you with a view on the Canal Grande, the Doge’s palace, and a rather agitated desk neighbor talking without the slightest trace of an accent. That is familiar, too. Very, very familiar.

“I’m really sorry, I could have taken a single table earlier. I need to apologize. Sincerely.”

His way of speaking is as eloquent as you know it. Some things never change.

“No problem at all,” you counter. “It’s absolutely fine. You couldn’t have known in advance. I messed up with the online reservation.”

The gentleman looks empathetic now.

“I had to ask for a table by phone as well, the server didn’t take my data somehow. Said too many requests.”

“Oh really? The same happened to me!”

“I mean they fixed it this morning, somehow,” he shrugs. “I double-checked. It’s all very mysterious. I thought I’d miss out on it.”

“Yes, they bring out the band at quarter past seven, right? Everyone in my hotel’s been talking about it. I needed to see what was going on, they were recommended to me.”

He nods, smile brighter than ever. 

“The band. The band, yes! I’m so excited. They’ll be brilliant.”

“Yes.”

“I’m, I’m sure. You’ll enjoy the evening.”

The tone, the stammer, the face. It must have been five years or more. You struggle to put it into words. He’s so attractive in his attire that you can barely say anything without feeling the pulse in your lap take over. 

“So, is this your first time in Venice?”

“Uh, pardon. This might be a bit sudden. Do I know you—”

Stella pops up by your side with a filled tray. You clear your throat and notice that she has tightened her ponytail quite a lot.

The icy drink in a tall glass sizzles a bit, leaving sprinkles at the inside of the crystal surface, just how you like it. You eye the card fast and pick out the first things that seem to fit your taste. Talking to the gentleman left you no time to browse through even one bit of the menu.

With a quick hand, the waitress notes down a tagliatelle and tomato dish, iceberg salad, and a panna cotta. 25-30 minutes waiting time, she says, chef’s busy but the restaurant is prepared because of the music night, come to the reception to pay later on. You check your watch, it’s almost seven. The signorino orders an artichoke puree, the risotto with Marsala sauce, and an array of gelato with seasonal fruit for dessert. Extra large portion but a La Carte. Just, extra large, mille grazie. Stella rushes to the next guest in no time.

The woman at the next table gasps out before you can lean toward the signorino again. Several more heads turn. Only now do you realize that the restaurant has equipped a corner on the far end of the Canal terrace with a microphone, guitar, and drum set. To which now a young lean man appears to be headed to, straying through the rows of chairs in a golden waistcoat more gleaming than the Doge’s Palace, Willy Wonka shades, and black trousers. Two other men clad in red leather jackets follow him to the stage. Claps and cheers resound from the terrace with each entrance.

“Back home he’s a really popular performer,” the gentleman beams. 

Guitar noises drown out what he says next. The singer in gold announces himself as “Jung Hoseok and this is Seoul State of Mind! A—five, a—six, seven, and eight! Yeah!“

More applause. The drummer starts to step on the pedal, indicating a fast rhythm. Some visitors rise from their desks, take out their phones. A few tourists and locals already clog the space between chairs. The signorino tries to yell something to you across the table, but the howling guitar and upbeat cymbals overpower the sound. The people around you tap their feet to the beat, as does the signorino. You realize that the song itself doesn’t appear to be called “Seoul State of Mind”, but rather, is the name of the band itself. Several restaurant guests start singing along when an enthusiastic Jung Hoseok intonates the chorus. Now you understand everyone at the hotel breakfast raving about the music night and giving you the recommendation. Albeit tremendously loud, it’s a really catchy sound.

A new wave of frantic guests streams into the room, likely coming from the second and third floor of the restaurant. People from Romania, the US, Brazil. In the meantime, Stella, Valentina, and some other waiters squeeze through the crowd with their trays lifted above their heads, delivering plates and drinks. Point half past seven, the menu steams off on your table, spreading a rich scent of tomato sauce.

The sigorino barely focuses on his own risotto given that he has taken out his phone as well. Jung Hoseok, ever the Mick Jagger, prances around the terrace engaging bystanders with juicy dance moves. In between the next song, he loudly announces to give it up for Kim ”Rowdy” Seokjin on the guitar and Justin Jungkook on the drums who waves and twirls his sticks through the air right away, then giving the crowd a taste of his explosive skill. The gentleman keeps on filming every second of it. 

It appears to you that the sound technicians likely went for maximum volume so the people on the Canal boats could hear Seoul State Of Mind from afar, too. It’s so deafening that you can’t hear your own cutlery scrape on the plate while you eat, nor Stella placing the panna cotta on the table once you finish. The playlist goes by in a rush, and people start squeezing between you and the table of the signorino. It’s almost 8PM.

The panna cotta is tastefully portioned and drips with red fruit and chocolate decor, but you finish up fast. Several impassioned fans from Padua start to press against the back of your chair, and one particularly eager guy accidentally hits your elbow while you try to balance a strawberry on your dessert spoon. Jung Hoseok, still uproarious even after five exhausting performances, announces the next song. Busan Namja — Men of Busan. The crowd goes wild again.

“Rowdy” Jin descends into an impetuous, almost delirious guitar solo hitting more notes at once than you ever could on your own Dreadnought acoustic in 1998 that you decide to get up. With ten jumping and gyrating Venetians or more between your table and the one with the signorino, you fail to get through to him two times. As you do, finally, the table is empty. No trace. Just the book is left, open at the first blank page. It seems that he didn’t manage to read any further, and how could he, with Jung Hoseok rocking and thrusting his life away on the terrace.

A scraggly handwriting, however, catches your eye. At the top left corner, the page reads: “Kim Namjoon // 김남준”.

Yes.

Namjoon.

You knew it was him. It was the name on your patient’s file, the exact same signature.

Seoul State of Mind announces another song, “Birdz and the Beez, yeah!”, and a jolt goes through the masses. Before you know it, the crowd moves you along. By the very skin of your teeth, your feet bring you closer to the entrance. You look around, but the entire congested first floor goes into a frenzy with Seokjin’s roaring Hendrix hommage.

The bearded receptionist notes a 20€ tip for Stella and shakes his head at the question where the signorino Kim with the heavy glasses came from.

“Can’t give that information out, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, I see.”

“And apologies for the hassle at the start,” he goes through the wardrobe and picks out your coat, sorted under a sign reading Tavolo/Table 15. “The online reservation base is a bit wonky nowadays. With the music night. You’ve heard them play. It’s manic every time. The restaurant owner is a big, um, admirer.”

“Ah. I was already wondering. A rock band in the Dogaressa.”

“Yes, it’s bizarre. People love it. The concept. Always steals the show. And sorry for signorino Kim again, I really can’t pass on any data.”

It’s three past ten. Your ears still reel with Birdz and the Beez and Busan Namja when you plop down on the neatly prepared mattress. Even a quick refreshment pulling out wet wipes from your suitcase doesn’t seem to give you a feeling of rest. Don’t these magazines always say to take a shower before bed to sleep well?

Winding yourself out of the sheets and looking into the rather petite bathroom, you realize you need more than that. You do remember someone at breakfast mentioning the sauna downstairs, and the pool on the hotel rooftop. Given how hot the Gondola ride on the Canal had been in the morning, and how chock-full the Ristorante Dogaressa was, you opt for heading toward the roof with your bikini under a bathrobe. Beforehand, you take up the telephone at the fringe of your nightstand and dial in the lobby number.

“Hello, Miss Y/L/N from room 406. May I ask— whether there still is access to the rooftop?”

A rather tired-sounding staff member, Gianmarco Ricci as he introduces himself, answers.

“It closes in two hours, same as the sauna. Not too crowded right now.”

“Excellent, thank you.”

“Bene, no problem, Donna Y/L/N.”

The large metal sign of Hotel Baccio with a raven emblem looms above your head while entering the rooftop area. As Gianmarco had informed you — the place is devoid of hotel guests. All around, the air is reasonably cool and leaves a tingle. Finally. The area is well-cared for as you expected.

You drop the bathrobe on one of the green canvas chairs lined up around the pool. The latter spans across a third of the roof and stretches out alongside the panoramic view opening toward the gleaming Doge’s Palace, taking a corner at the right end of the area. It’s a modern design, sleek, without ornaments.

While dipping your feet in, you still let your thoughts trail off to Jung Hoseok, then further descend into the tepid water. A rockstar in Venice. Wearing Willy Wonka shades. Singing about Busan and Bees in a high-brow restaurant. There are things even you can’t fathom. It’s fascinating. The air is lukewarm enough not to make your wet hair feel gelid. So soothing.

You swim toward the edge of the pool that dons a glass front. Beyond, the palace turns dim under its fading spotlights. Some tourists are still in the cafes at the harbor. One or two Gondolas glide into the bay as you watch. A drunk guy sings in the street. Italia, Italia.

Then, a splashing noise makes you flinch. It’s barely audible, but given the silence of the rooftop, it sounds disruptive enough. You turn to the left. It’s a silhouette parting the water, gliding toward the surface with its back turned to you. The light coming from the Hotel Baccio sign illuminates the body from the side.

A large scar divides two prominent shoulder blades, and plunges deeper down a sturdy, tan spine line. As if lightning had struck the skin. You recognize the signature right away. It is that of your most favored knife.

Frozen stiff, you see the man fully emerge and prop himself up at the edge of the glass front. Still, with his back facing your direction. He puffs out twice, ribcage heavy. So naked and isolated in the clean lines of the pool design, the silhouette looks massive. You can tell that he’s working out. Huge arms. Toned, palpable trapezoids. He lets a hand rake through his hair, backwards, taming the wet strands.

You move from the edge of the basin toward the center.

And swim over.

“Um— Mister? Hello!”

“Oh!”

The silhouette turns.

It’s nice to see the signorino’s chest a little more bare.

“That’s a coincidence. I thought we lost each other in the crowd!”

“Yeah, 600 people or more in there. Nice to see you again! Same hotel!”

“I went back earlier, it was hard on the ears. I never knew you’d be, I mean, here!”

He shoves his hair back yet again. 

“Arrived yesterday, took a last minute flight from Ilsan. Yeah, pretty noisy, wasn’t it. The usual. Pool’s is nice to dive and rest.”

“It’s— And, about that. The concert. I wanted to ask you something. The music cut it off.”

“What do you mean?”

You feel your legs become a bit unsteady in the water now.

“It solved itself in the meantime, but, you probably didn’t remember. How do I put it.”

“Yes, no problem, go ahead.”

You take a breath deeper than Jung Hoseok must have done before performing the show.

“We know each other. It happened years ago.”

“What, we do? From, from where?”

He looks alarmed. You take another deliberately long inhale. Stay cool, Y/N.

“Fall 2014.”

“Sorry, what?”

“I was your surgeon. For the back.”

A moment passes. Judging by his wide-blown eyes, Namjoon does appear to realize. Your legs feel even more wobbly.

“You? You are Dr. Y/L/N?”

Two nods. 

“Can’t blame you. I had a mask on most of the time you saw me. And you were lying on your stomach.”

Which was probably a good thing with a handsome face like that. 

But it was just all work, professional, serious, focused, wasn’t it?

“Right. Yes, the, the examinations. I remember. 2014. Oh man.”

“I barely recognized you as well.”

“Glasses and all. Yeah.”

“You made it through the post-treatment alright the way it looks, how was it? Sorry, I. It was just the first thing I saw.”

“No, no. This is your job. Or is it, still?”

“Went into cardiothoracic two years ago. Settled there I guess. So, yeah. Kind of. Still the same branch.”

Namjoon strokes the back of his neck. The drunk guy on the street seems to have moved on by now.

“Right.”

“But I did enjoy neuro. I had many cases like you.”

“The pain, it never came back. After it healed. Took five months. Something like that.”

You hum. 

“It does take longer in some cases, I’ve had a colleague report eight months once with a sports injury, was similar to yours.”

“Means you did a good job. That was excellent. It feels very even. Kinda crazy.”

“Can I? If you uh, want to.”

“Oh, sure!”

You close the distance. He turns.

That scar. Covered in droplets of water. You place your hands between his shoulder blades. Press a little with the lower part of your palm, glide it over his spine.

“It is.”

“Even, yeah?”

“Your reflex was normal, too.”

“I told Doctor Park. My life would have been fucked. Without your hands. Was too dumb to recognize you, I’m very sorry.”

You retreat your hands all too fast, and he shifts back.

“Maybe it was better it was now. You could enjoy your evening. I really liked their outfits, by the way.”

“Damn, I should have taken you to the meet and greet,” he says, teeth half grit. The look on your face turns incredulous.

“The what?”

“I got the book signed later on. Took the flight just for that, I got cards from a friend.”

“Oh, neat!”

“I just, hope you had a nice evening as well. Was a bit rude to disappear, that was shitty. I’m dense as shit for a teacher.”

So he still teaches. You knew it. Some things never change.

“No problem, the crowd was all over the place. And we’re here now.”

“Still can’t believe it. Honestly. How’s the clinic nowadays, how are you?”

Letting go of the scar, you swim back to where you were. His eyes are luminous now.

“Well, uh. Enough that I can take a long vacation in Italy and my patients are still in good hands. You know the team. Park is still around as well.”

He nods, smile attentive.

“That sounds good.”

“He says I’ll like Rome, he was there in 2017. But I think I prefer Bologna. It feels cozy there. We travel to Siena in two days as well. You’re headed home to your students?”

“Flight goes next week. Monday afternoon. Korean Air from Milan. Nice cathedral. But busy at the airport.”

You puff out, all too familiar.

“Take your sanitizer and a scarf.”

“Yeah, hate flying. Always get a cold two weeks after I arrive.”

“Sleep before, drink enough, take a ginger capsule. And you might wanna do some exercises for your back. It’s a long flight.”

“Looks like I get a cold with good reason,” he laughs, “I’m clueless.”

“If you want to, I can show you some exercises and stuff.”

“Really? Just, unpaid? This is your vacation.”

“If I don’t care about my patient’s health without the payment involved I shouldn’t be a surgeon. Salary is just for my groceries and that. Most of my colleagues don’t get this. Defeats the purpose of the whole thing.”

Namjoon laughs even more.

“That’s why Park thinks you’re Houdini or something. And, the exercises, that sounds cool.”

“We could practice here for a minute if you don’t mind. Water has more resistance to train, it’s perfect. Hydrotherapy is powerful.”

“True. Why not. Unless you’re exhausted.”

You shake your head. How could you be. With him here. 

“Wide awake if you ask me. Ready if you are.”

“Okay, uh. Yes, then. What do I do?”

You position yourself at the pool’s fringe with both arms propped up.

“It’s similar to how when you work out, this way.”

Slowly, you let both of your legs ascend backwards. Namjoon watches intently, then takes on the same pose. However, his legs lift only two thirds as high.

“Need a hand?”

Namjoon huffs.

“Kinda.”

Although hesitant, you steady yourself next to him, lift him by the hip, gently. He doesn’t skip leg days as you now come to see.

“It’s more difficult since you’re tall. Keep the tension in the lower back now.”

“Okay— ah.”

He groans out twice. 

“Hurts?”

You let go of his hip.

“No, no it doesn’t. Just, need a moment, I’m sorry.”

“What’s wrong? Is it the back?”

Namjoon looks sweaty now. Panicking.

“Need, my robe, I apologize. Just a moment.”

“Hm?”

His face is blank.

“Will be right back. I forgot something.”

When he tries to turn upright, hasty, and brushes against your stomach with his crotch, you understand why. 

No need for you to even look down. 

He backs away so fast, you can’t do as much as blink.

“Shit, oh my god, shit! It wasn’t my—!”

Your tone becomes much firmer.

“Hey. Namjoon! Calm down. It’s something normal.”

“I’m sorry, it just, I didn’t want to bother, I...!”

He backs away further.

“I know which nerves go where and what they do, Kim.”

“That was creepy of me, I’m so sorry!”

Namjoon already scurries to get out of the pool once more, grabbing at the slippery edge twice without finding proper hold.

“It wasn’t, just, stop!”

His movements freeze. He glides off the edge.

“It wasn’t?”

Yeah.

“You’re very attractive. And, and I like you. I have no problem. Anatomy is my job. Calm down. You’ll hurt yourself like that. I don’t have a problem with it. Okay.”

He looks shameful now, one hand reaching down to shield himself. However, what was hurried motion a second ago, is now the deer in headlights.

“Really?”

“Yes. How can I lie. I know your body very well already. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Just say what’s on your mind. You’re the one with a fucking boner yet you’re making it hard for me. Metaphorically.”

A tinge of a shy smile blends into his embarassed expression.

“I uh, I think. Um.”

“Finally he says something! Thought he’d never do!”

“You are attractive, too. I hope I’m not rude, but—”

“Hardly. What do you want to say?”

“Uh...”

“My god Namjoon, don’t act like a teenager. We’re adults, we know each other. Seen you naked on the operating table three times and, goddammit, five times full frontal in the preperations.”

“Just thought, you’re really, sexier than ever. And your hands— I, actually, never remembered you like this at the clinic. 2014, I mean. I was really. Blown away right now. It’s been so long.”

You have to chuckle. ‘Sexier than ever’. Well, alright. Time to deliver that line.

“Surgeons age like fine wine. Cause we don’t drink it.”

Namjoon tilts his head back in a cackle.

“You know what it does on the inside.”

“Yup. You got it.”

He exhales. Looking more relaxed, at least. 

“Only thing I got right today. Gosh.”

He lets go of the pool’s edge entirely. You cross your arms.

“So you wanna owe up to that you liked the touch or not?” 

“What?”

“Maybe you did make it hard for me. Just, literally.”

“Not metaphorically I’m sure.”

“Oh indeed?

“Yeah. I guess.”

Now you’re the one laughing. Namjoon seems awfully bashful in his corner of the basin. You nod your head toward the exit. 

“Which one of our hotel rooms makes a better fucking, patient Kim?”

“Hah?”

“Can’t jizz up this pool, can we. Gianmarco would have a breakdown.”

He seems to gather himself a little more now. Nevertheless, he sweats.

“Patient care... is supposed to be in the doctor’s office.”

“I have no view on the Doge’s Palace or something.”

“Really?”

“Nope. As I said. The salary is for groceries. And the tour guide did a shitty booking.”

And you’d rather spend your money on the Dogaressa where people like Namjoon are, who are you kidding. 

“Then I have good news. If you make house visits for patients.”

“Oh, truly. Sure do.”

“You’ll enjoy the evening.”

At least you can scrub off the chlorine scent there with hotel-provided shampoo, yet the bathroom is equally mediocre as yours. But the glass facade beyond the bed showcases much more than just the palace itself. You can see the Dome, the Biblioteca, people coming from the Piazza San Marco, the Ponte, the Museo Diocesano. 

And Namjoon. Rubbing down his spiky hair with a towel and slipping a condom on. You hang up your bathrobe at one of the wardrobes where his unlaced Oxford shoes stand and join him on the bed. Against the light of the city, he looks even more sculpted. The heat and throb between your legs doesn’t lie.

“Doc on a Date, huh.”

“Pretty much.”

“Very much inclined for the Birdz and the Beez, who would have known.”

Namjoon barely has the condom on that he has to grin again.

“Okay. If you can do something with that cardiotho—something.”

“Cardiothoracic. Heart and lungs.”

“Both going pretty wild over here.”

“No problem, Mister.”

You pat the large pillow at the head of the bed, embroidered with the Hotel Baccio raven emblem. He reclines.

“Good thing I don’t have to see you all ventral nowadays, you know.”

“Too vertical to be prone tonight, I’m sorry, Doc.”

“Y/N.”

Namjoon rubs his face with both hands and sighs out.

“Damn, Park mentioned it once. Never realized. Y/N, right.”

“Don’t sweat it. Can we safeword?”

“Safeword is, I don’t know. Rome.”

He’s paid attention. 

“Milan for slow. Bologna for okay. Verona for faster. How about that.”

“And Ilsan. For please don’t go.”

You freeze. The look in Namjoon’s eyes is different. 

Much more gloomy. Or is it serene? You feel your heart drop. 

“Don’t say that, don’t, don’t remind me...”

“It’s not for you,” he shakes his head twice.

“Hm?”

Namjoon points toward his chest.

“It’s a reminder for me. Will make this count, Y/N. I’ve been dumb all evening. Gotta do something right for once.”

“Don’t pressure yourself.”

He frowns.

“Not with this opportunity. You stitched my life together. You did so much.”

The guy on the street starts singing again. Your fists clamp at either your knees.

“It was a car accident. And my profession. You don’t have to repay me with sex. What counts is you’re healed. Okay.”

The last Gondola passes the Hotel on the Canal now. Namjoon’s expression has turned grave.

“Maybe, maybe you’re right,” he rustles in the sheets, sits up.

“We can just sit here and talk about your students. Don’t think you owe me anything. Seeing the scar was what satisfied me.”

Another lie. But what can you do. He was right about Ilsan.

Namjoon reaches down to peel the condom off. It flops down on the nightstand crumpled and unused.

“You can look at it,” he bends forward just enough for the light of the palace to shine across his back. “As long as you want. I’m just a mess.”

You lay both hands on his shoulders. The shadows they cast are deep. Goosebumps form on his arms.

“Don’t hate yourself, Namjoon.”

“I’m ruining your evening, I’m stupid.”

“You’re just... maybe, awkward. There’s a difference. But I can’t blame you, okay. It’s alright.”

“You have to, I’ve been rude to you all day.”

The palace outside looks twice less radiant now. You clench your fists harder now, thinking it would not make you feel the sweat.

“We didn’t meet for five years. Caught you off guard, that’s it. Rude is when you do it deliberately.”

“The result is the same. I’m very sorry. I just bother you.”

Your voice turns more mortified.

“What?!”

“I do.”

“No, you don’t? I just said I like you fifteen minutes ago. And I don’t think that changed!”

“Don’t say that, look at me. I’m just a burden for someone like you. I’m not good enough. I don’t deserve anything of... this.”

The words take a long time to register in your mind. Your neck feels as if it’s about to burst.

“Joon! Get yourself together!”

“But it’s true.”

The singing on the street abates.

You throw yourself on the other side of the bed, rip open the nightstand’s upper drawer. Namjoon looks more than startled when you throw a condom packaging at him. It slips through his fingers and lands on the sheets.

“Put it on,” you point downwards. He picks it up, still unsure.

“Y/N?”

“I said put it on. Fuck you, Kim Namjoon. Fuck you, and your endless bullshit. I’m tired. I’ll bloody prove you wrong. Move it!”

Namjoons hands are too hasty to tear the wrapping open, so you take it from him and do it yourself. He squeaks when you roll it down on him.

“You believe it when I screw it into your brain? Stop talking shit. Looks like it’s not you who has to be the rude one.”

“I, I!”

“You’re right, you are a dumbass. Lie down.”

“Okay!”

Namjoon falls back into the pillow fast. You mount him faster, index pressing down on his chest.

“And now, be damn honest. And give me a whole sentence. Can you take a fucking and say you deserve it?”

His voice becomes even squeakier.

“Take a— yes! I mean! Deserve? Are you sure about this?”

“I see.”

You grab hold of Namjoon’s bathrobe that lies folded beneath the bed and remove its fabric belt.

“Is it okay you do me a favor and bite on this, you need to shut up. First, you talk crap, second, Gianmarco’s gonna call us up in two minutes if you can’t control your voice. We’re in a damn hotel, not the restaurant with Hoseok on stage.”

“Sorry, doc. I’m just rude and a prick.”

You roll your eyes.

“Pipe down, bite or not?”

You crumple up the fabric of the belt into a palm-sized ball. Eyebrows raised. Gaze fixed.

“Bologna.”

“Then open your mouth now.” And he does. For you to stuff the gag in. “Tap the mattress for Rome.”

“Mhm!”

“I like you better that way. Whiny patient. Or is it that,” you pause, then listen to any activity on the corridor. Then continue, “you like being so damn degraded?”

The igneous look in his eyes is all too telling. You’re getting hornier by the minute.

“I’m hitting more than one nerve today, am I. You’re acting so strange. Is it really that? Is it—”

The nightstand phone ringing so disturbingly loud makes both of you flinch so hard that the bed frame vibrates.

Gianmarco.

“Fuck!”

Without thinking, you pick it up in an instant. A nasal, but charming voice resounds.

“Ciao! Sir, this is Roberto from the kitchen service. You told us to ring back later, after you went to the rooftop? You’ve booked for special diet.”

You look at Namjoon wide-eyed. He just stares right back.

“I, I did, yes. I mean, my husband did. Namjoon. For us. What is it?”

“Oh, this is Donna Kim? It says single room here on the form.”

“I’ve booked another room. We’re, uh, currently divorcing. This is complicated.”

“Mamma mia! I’m sorry to hear that. We can still arrange the special diet for two as you said, the cook will know.”

“Right, right. Um. Just a second, Signore.”

After covering the speaker with a pillow, you fumble at Namjoon’s mouth to get at least half of the fabric out.

“What on earth, Joon! This Roberto guy wants something with a special diet! What the fuck!”

Namjoon leans forward to whisper in your ears as good as his gag permits.

“Vege—tarian!”

“Oh gosh, of course. Oh my god. Roberto?” you lift the pillow, grab the phone again. “Are you there?”

“Yes, Donna Kim? Is everything alright?”

“Vegetarian diet for both of us.”

“Noted. No problem! The buffet opens at seven. Call at half past six if there’s anything else you need.”

“Alright!”

“Good night!”

“Good night, Signore!”

You hang up, sigh out. Namjoon tugs the rest of the belt out of his mouth and chuckles. Either of your breaths go times as heavy now. At least the bed frame has calmed down.

“And I thought it’s Gianmarco ready to kick us out.”

“Yeah. Bad timing for Roberto. You made him call you that late, anyways?”

“Kind of, he was busy and—”

You yelp when the phone violently erupts with another loud ring. 

This time, Namjoon, after almost tipping over the alarm clock on the nightstand with his arm, grabs the speaker.

“Yes? Kim here?”

The familiar pitch resounds.

“Ah, Signore! I’m sorry to disturb you again.”

“No problem.”

“I didn’t ask for any allergies. I’m terribly sorry.”

“Hazelnut, and no milk, please.”

“Hazelnut, no milk. Okay, that should be it. Grazie!”

“Good night.”

“And I’m sorry to hear about your divorce.”

“Yeah. Thank you, Roberto. We’ll get through. See you tomorrow.”

The phone clicks back into its hanger. Namjoon collapses backwards into the pillow.

“Fuck, man.”

“This guy is gonna send me into actual heart surgery if he goes on like that.”

You nestle about your hair, the phone now all the more in the corner of your eyes.

“He probably will. He’s from Genua. These people are a different breed.”

“I don’t think a house visit was the best idea. Your room,” you point to the glass window, “has bad as shit Karma.”

Namjoon puts the belt aside.

“Should we go to your suite?”

“No, I have another idea.”

“Oh?”

“Grab your robe.”

You slide from the bed, check the watch on the wall opposite to the bed. Almost eleven.

“Okay, but where are we headed?”

“Downstairs. Grab a towel from the bathroom.”

“What, to the lobby? A towel?”

“To hide your boner. Come.”

The small bench of the sauna is less rough on either of your knees after you spread out the towel. A lot less. One quick gaze toward the wooden door ensures that the lock is still in place. Namjoon notices and his thrusts go invariably slower. 

“You alright Y/N?” he asks. You look back across your shoulder to meet his eyes.

“I think I’m enjoying the evening.”

“This has better Karma, you mean. Maybe it’s Feng Shui.”

“Yeah,” you nod. “And Joon.”

“Yes?”

“Your hip.”

“Oh!”

“Keep on moving. Don’t talk, you fuck. I want more dick. Verona.”

You grab hold of a board at the end of the bench, allowing you to lean forward better.

“Okay, Doc.”

He brings his pelvis forward to shaft you down on him. The small oven in the corner puffs out another cloud of steam while you moan out through gritted teeth. To your luck, to your pleasure, and even through the chaos of the last minutes — Namjoon is still erect. 

Holding onto its dear life, the condom’s seam dances up and down on his girth while he pumps into you, curving closer to your cervix, but not quite coming on a tangent to it. You press your hip back on him to see how he reacts. Judging by the choked noise, you might as well have started bouncing on him way earlier. A continued, gyrating arch, and you can feel him wind inside of you. The oven swirls another portion of clouds into the air while the bench creaks a bit.

“Wish they had a mirror here,” you huff out. “To see your scar.”

“They probably have one in the Museo somewhere across the street.”

A faster bounce on him. 

“You’re not just an idiot, you wanna become a burglar as well, huh. Grab my waist.”

He does. With the added support, you can let go of the bench with one hand and reach between your thighs. Circling in two fingers right in between. 

And so, his thrusts become shallow — again. 

“Y/N.”

“What is it now.”

“Do I not satisfy you? Because you’re rubbing your...”

“Can’t put it inside someone else like you do. Nature’s ways.”

“What do you mean?”

“A dick’s just a grown long clit. Never read a pregnancy book?” 

“Pardon?”

“We all start with one. I need to send your ass to Dr. Park’s new clinic department.”

“No, no... You misunderstood. I just mean, I want to please you, Y/N.”

You slide off your two fingers and seize the board with both hands again.

“No problem, rub away. Bologna.”

“Does it not feel good when I penetrate you?”

“If you talk nerve cells, there’s not much in there. Party is in the front.”

His hands disappear from your waist.

“You don’t feel anything?”

“Fool, of course. You’re quite big,” you wiggle your hips. “But not as much. As I said. Rub away. Makes it better.”

His voice drops stern. The oven stays still. 

“Rome.”

“What!”

You feel Namjoon slip outside of you. 

“If it’s not good by itself and you have to rub to make it better, it’s just... of no use!”

You sit up on the towel to face him. 

“Joon, I didn’t mean it was ‘bad’. I just said I want dick two minutes ago.”

“And ten seconds ago you said it could be better,” he reaches around his base and shoves the condom to the front, then glides it off entirely. “And before, that you’d rather see my back. Twice, even.”

“Joonie, that was nothing against you. I just don’t have a prostate inbuilt there, okay. And the scar. I just like seeing it, that’s—”

“It was. I’m just a burden again. You don’t have to ‘prove me wrong’. I don’t want that. I wanted a normal date and sex to make you feel good.”

You wonder how on earth since quarter past ten he didn’t manage to kill his own boner.

“Man, you suck.”

“I told you.”

“Because we can’t enjoy having sex for a damn blink of an eye without you talking shit. Tons and tons. The irony? First your Ilsan thing, now this. One time you say you make it count because we have no time, next moment you put yourself down and ruin the atmosphere. One time you say nothing, and suddenly you drown me in words. You make no sense! Where’s the damn gag?”

“I left it in the room, I’m sorry.”

“For fuck’s sake. Why are you suddenly like that? Where’s that guy from Table 15? I thought we could just have fun like that! I thought we’d fit together! Didn’t we, back then?”

“I don’t know. Back then is not what I feel now. I wish... I could please you.”

“Good, then we flip that around. I do the put-downs. Not you. You bury yourself— here.” 

After chucking away the condom from the towel at the expense of hotel sanitation and hoping not to forget picking it up later, you get up from your knees, then lean back, opening your legs toward him until he scoots closer at your beckoning. “Is that better, you little shit?”

The bench creaks again. Namjoon fumbles at your thighs.

“You know that I prefer dessert.”

He does. Who else orders an extra large portion of ice cream with seasonal fruit for music night. 

“Now you can talk as much as you want to, teach. Jesus Christ. You’re more complicated than Roberto and our divorce combined. Come on now, this is Verona. Practice some fucking vocabulary.”

As the little digital board at the door indicates— only a dozen minutes left until the spa closes. You realize that Namjoon’s tongue is more eager than his cock. As are his pillowy lips, delivering both suction, kisses, cushioning, lubrication. The towel has wetted through anyways, so you don’t care. He keeps on dipping in his tongue far with your hands tracing across his spine as low as they can wander. The rhythm of his jaw is pliant. You feel his breath brushing on your clit up close. Oh shit. A spill of gritted curses drops from your lips. 

You dig your nails into his shoulders. His bulging arms. His hair. His neck. Hard. Why use one knife when you have ten at hand. Works wonders. He licks faster. The heavy throbbing in your core makes the drum skills of Justin Jungkook seem vastly insignificant. ‘Rowdy’ Jin would be envious of the electric current zapping out your brain and making your legs tremble around Namjoon’s bulky torso. Maybe it’s Venice. Maybe you haven’t handled your patient properly. It’s the only explanation you have for him acting up in such a weird way once things turned sexual. The things that exercises do. He does know which of your nerves go where and what they do.

The steam keeps on infusing the room with chamomile fumes and some last hotel guests tap along the corridor outside in their flip-flops, past the lock firmly in place. They’re headed toward the Kneipp water-treading basin at the entrance of the spa where they gather. While Namjoon, marked down and ruined as he is, licks and nips away with his chin dripping, the last jolts of a climax bringing your core into a clench, you hear them trot up the exit stairs in the distance. Good timing. 

His back is too slippery to give your legs a place to cling to, so all you can possibly do is rest them over his clawed-at shoulders which are, thankfully, wide enough. One last deep inhale of the steam before the oven fades out. He kisses your labia, then reclines, nodding towards the condom that he goes to pick up. You can barely stand up and gather the towel. Please you indeed. Milan does have a nice cathedral. 

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Boston Celtics' Isaiah Thomas getting tips about his game from Kobe Bryant

The Boston Celtics protect said he is been talking and texting with Kobe Bryant to get tips approximately his sport. Thomas has gotten text messages from Allen Iverson, Kevin Garnett, Patriots quarterback Tom Brady and boxer Floyd Mayweather, however, Bryant has been instrumental in assisting the five-foot-9 All-Superstar in recent weeks.

  he first spherical to Chicago, Thomas said he emailed the video to Bryant and the five-time NBA champion broke it down with him for the half-hour over the smartphone.

“Mentally, he’s simply on an exceptional stage than everybody I have ever met,” Thomas stated Wednesday, much less than 24 hours after scoring fifty-three factors in sport 2 against the Washington Wizards. “He watched each 2nd, telling me what instances to visit study and positive plays and things I didn’t look at after I watched the movie. Mentally, you could inform he’s one of the finest ever.”

Bryant first reached out after Thomas’ sister died in a vehicle coincidence on the eve of the playoffs and stayed in contact, texting him before and after every recreation to assist with basketball. Disregarding the fact that an L. A. Lakers exceptional was helping a Celtics player, Thomas referred to as the help the craziest thing to show up to him and welcomed Bryant’s “Potent IT” nickname for him.

“I was at home in Washington, I used to be on the telephone and my mother stored announcing, `Who’re you talking to?”‘ Thomas said. “I had to put it on mute and tell her it changed into Kobe.”

As Bryant offers to assist, the rest of the basketball global is in awe of Thomas, who is averaging 28 points thru eight playoff games and got here up one shy of John Havlicek’s franchise postseason document of fifty-four on Tuesday night.

4-time MVP LeBron James called Thomas a “special guy, special talent,” specifically given what he is going thru off the court after the death of his sister, Chyna.

“I simply think she became simply looking down on him and just giving him any greater motivation, any little contact, any little spring,” James said. “While you’re on the court docket it is your sanctuary and that is in which you could kind of block everything out irrespective of what you’re going thru for your individual existence, block the whole thing out due to the fact it’s your happy place and it certainly confirmed for him in his character overall performance.”

Garnett currently stated he’d assume Thomas to keep to play stimulated basketball in his sister’s memory.

“It’ll be in every shot, It’ll be in everything that he does,” Garnett stated. “I think we are going to see unique playoffs from Isaiah Thomas.”

With Four 30-plus-factor performances already, he’s properly on his way.

Boston teachers Brad Stevens isn’t always amazed at how Thomas is handling the physical pressure of touring home for his sister’s funeral and playing at this high of a stage. however he was known as Thomas’ capability to address the emotions “implausible,” and that admiration extends to the opposition.

“He has the coronary heart of a champion,” Wizards teach Scott Brooks said. “What he has gone thru and what he’s able to do, you, in reality, cannot explain. I would not do it any justice to position it into phrases. however what you are seeing is quite extraordinary.”

Stevens said the most stunning component of Thomas’ rise has been his ability to ignore the adulation and hold running. it truly is a challenge it’s harder each day as Thomas puts up points and garners more respect and interest.

“It does not seem real,” Thomas stated. “When I am getting completed with games and i see text messages from Kobe, Tom Brady and Floyd, all the ones varieties of men that I am trying to observe in their footsteps, it says a lot. I’m just looking to hold to maintain going as a basketball player and as someone.” What follows here are 7 things to speak about with a female. This stuff will lead her to have a greater positive view of you and in flip get her to love you. The topics are particularly beneficial for the guy that runs into the hassle of now not understanding what to mention to a girl to maintain the verbal exchange going while preserving it exciting enough for her to want to retain speak to him.

In case you recognize what to talk approximately with a woman, then it’s going to make it less complicated to get her quantity and take her on a date. If you disintegrate for the duration of communique and blank out, then she’s now not likely to be attracted to you and therefore may not care to look you once more. With that being stated, right here are a few outstanding topics.

1 – Passions: speaking about your and her passions make the communication exciting, high-quality and help you better get to recognize every other. Realize that this is very specific from asking what someone does for a living due to the fact what they do to make ends meet is not necessarily what they may be obsessed with. With regards to this, in particular, ask her what makes her excited to get off the bed in the morning.

2 – Journey: Travel regularly makes for truly excellent verbal exchange due to the fact humans always have exquisite testimonies around where they’ve been. A splendid way to invite lady about Tour is to invite approximately the coolest places she’s been to within the last few years, or you may simply inform her a brilliant story approximately one among your Journey experiences.

3 – Tune: Of course you can thoroughly speak to a woman approximately trendy favorites like films and meals and all, however, humans have a tendency to have in reality sturdy evaluations in terms of the Song they prefer which once more make for exact communique. you may ask her what the ultimate music she listened to turned into that she sincerely loved and why she enjoyed it – did it remind her of something especially?

4 – Your buddies and hers: Mentioning something actually thrilling approximately considered one of your pals or asking her about her buddies has a tendency to season things pretty a piece because it offers each of you a little brought attitude about each different and a feel of the form of people you both like to be around.

five – Your most wild studies: While communique receives even greater personal, you can communicate approximately a number of your wild and adventurous experiences. What are some of the greater crazy matters which you’ve performed in your lifestyles? Possibly it was skydiving, or getting to satisfy considered one of your favored celebrities. you could ask approximately some of the matters that she has crossed off her bucket list.

6 – turn offs and puppy-peeves: For a few purpose, humans simply love to talk approximately their puppy-peeves. There appears to be something therapeutic about it. Discover what it’s miles that make her tick. If you may connect to something that makes you both tick, then it’ll create a bond among the 2 of you; this could handiest be a great issue.

7 – Ask for her advice or opinion: Normally talking, humans love to give advice. Take any opportunity you get to ask for her recommendation or opinion. You’ll make her sense unique because by doing this, you’re sub-speaking that you price her intellect.

So there you have it; these are seven topics you may use to build a foundation in which to increase your conversation talents with ladies.

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one of the maximum common questions I get from my college students is, of course, the way to find time. Sure, due to the fact 24 hours a day it looks like now not sufficient. We’ve such a lot of matters we should gain, to do. We’ve got to take care of our households, to attend to work obligations. We’ve got some pursuits we want to additionally practice. some humans also need to relax in the evenings, after the difficult day’s work. When we consider it it’s definitely a rely on locating the time to do that. If we had shall we say perhaps 5 more hours a day that might solve our troubles, it appears?

In this newsletter I can show you the way waking up earlier will boost up your productiveness and creativity as a blogger.

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it’s an incredible idea to wake up earlier. While your circle of relatives is still asleep, and If you wake up an hour in advance you can honestly work for your business. you can simply create articles, posts, videos, recordings, anything you want While your family is asleep. You visit the quiet room and virtually do your innovative sports. It requires discipline.

It calls for attending to bed in the nighttime in advance than every day, due to the fact you continue to ought to have 8 or nine hours of first-class sleep, so I endorse you go to bed at perhaps nine:00, 10 o’clock in the nighttime, and then you’ll have precise satisfactory sleep for eight or nine hours, and you can wake up at five or six and work in your running a blog sports. Your children, your own family will still be asleep and this can be quiet for your day. that is completely feasible. A variety of folks that feel innovative within the morning try this first actual thing once they awaken, work on their innovative sports first.

however you need to ask yourself, are you a morning character or are you a nighttime man or woman? due to the fact, Numerous humans would possibly experience greater creative after their family is asleep. maybe you have to ask yourself, for now, I’m assuming that A number of people are more creative when they simply first wake up, so I suppose it will be very remarkable on your running a blog success to put in writing first, to paintings on articles While you first wake up, While your own family continues to be asleep. maybe one hour earlier. but make certain you get enough best sleep by going to the mattress in advance than typical, maybe between 9:00 or 10 o’clock in the night. below are 7 vital rap recommendations for those inquisitive about mastering to rap. those hints are vital for rappers at any enjoy level!

Tip 1. one of the fine rap suggestions is to concentrate to all sorts of rap which include east coast, west coast, and south. it’s going to benefit you to have a properly-rounded history of the specific styles of rhyme schemes, terminology, float systems, and deliveries of all unique types of rap. Pay near attention to the elements of every style.

Being attentive to Music closely is probably THE unmarried maximum about getting a tip to become a better rapper.

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Tip 2. Increase your vocabulary. Stumble upon an interesting word that you don’t know the meaning to? Look it up in a dictionary! If you do not have a dictionary and thesaurus, go out and spend money on them. Discover an arsenal of comparable phrases together with your word list to preserve your raps sparkling. Have a look at the dictionary once in a while to study new surprising words.

Tip 3. Make lists of rhyming phrases. this may be a greatly beneficial rap tip on your writing manner! Make lists of phrases that rhyme with every other, which include single words and businesses of words. always upload in your listing on every occasion you find out new words that rhyme in a few manner. maintain the listing to hand Whilst writing raps and talk to it While you need a few short thoughts. that is a fantastic rap tip to conquer writer’s block too. When you see lists of rhyming phrases, it’ll spark new thoughts and enable you to move forward.

Tip 4. Test with one of a kind approaches of beginning the writing system. If you are having hassle beginning writing your rap verses, attempt writing the hook (refrain) FIRST. make certain your hook portrays the primary idea of the song you are writing. Once you have got the hook concept completed, writing the verses may be lots less complicated!

Tip 5. practice your timing. here is one of the splendid little rap hints that I have used in the past. First, discover an instrumental beat to rap to. make sure it’s miles something that you could vibe to and feel cozy with. Now, begin freestyling over the beat EVEN If your LYRICS doesn’t MAKE sense! simply wrap random words and try to cause them to rhyme. Give you one of a kind forms of flows and cognizance on nailing your timing. You spot, this workout isn’t always about your words, it is about operating on enhancing the accuracy of your rhythm and “go with the flow” to the beat.

Tip 6. research tricky verses out of your favorite rappers, and practice them. Encounter a wonderful but elaborate verse from an aspiring rapper? learn the phrases (this must be clean to do because of you probably concentrate to the track regularly anyway) and try to push yourself to mimic it. start sluggish and piece via piece until you may wrap the whole component. This rap tip will assist to build your reminiscence, timing, stamina, and possibly pace (if it is a quick verse).

Tip 7. document yourself frequently. In case you do no longer have already got it, spend money on some recording device (a reasonably-priced mic and recording software program will do). report your self-tapping so you can listen to what areas want development. it is very critical to pay attention yourself as you sound to others so that you can analyze your faults and grow to be a higher rapper!

I hope this rap hints article become of use to you! suitable success and Appearance out for greater rap recommendations coming soon.