Royal Flush | Knj X Reader | [M]

royal flush | knj x reader | [M]

 ➹ title: royal flush

➹  pairing: namjoon x reader

➹ summary: your kingdom’s newest prisoner is giving you sleepless nights. 

➹ rating: 18+

➹ genre/au: royal!au, queen!reader,  prisoner!namjoon, strangers to enemies(?) to lovers, smut, thriller, p(with very minimal)p

➹ word count: 1.5k

➹ warnings: oral(male receiving), fingering, breast play, nipple play, penetrative sex, public sex, mentions of treason, prison

➹ credits: @lavienjin​ and @sunshinejunghoseokie​ are my wonderful betas for this fic. thank you both for working on such short notice ❤️

➹ a/n: this is for part of 2 network events. details are given below.

part of @btsgoldnetwork‘s Golden Royals Event. it’s technically still september so happy birthday joonie! your sexy brain and dangerous body and wonderful heart have us all in shambles ❤️ 

part of @bangtansorciere​’s September House Games Fall for Romance hosted by @yoonia​. 

❥ AU type/trope - Sweaters & Leather Boots - Strangers to Lovers AU

❥ Theme - Royalty, Forbidden Romance

❥ Kinks - Nipple play, Fingering, Public Sex

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The Bodyguard [KNJ]

➳ summary: You’re the daughter of the ambassador to a small, peaceful, barely-on-the-map country in Western Europe, working as a diplomat to help your mother with her endless meetings and politics. After a kidnapping attempt gone wrong, you and your protective bodyguard Namjoon are on the run across Europe, jumping from trains, stealing cars, and pretending to be a couple on your honeymoon to stay hidden. As the would-be kidnappers close in, Namjoon promises you that he’s going to keep you safe, no matter the cost.

➳ pairing: bodyguard!Namjoon x reader

➳ genre: bodyguard au, romance, smut, fake dating/fake marriage, road trip (kinda), very slight angst

➳ word count: 62.9k – this is a complete, VERY long oneshot

➳ tags: hotel owner seokjin cameo, main pairing is on the run and traveling all over to stay hidden, mutual pining, slowburn, bed sharing, accidental cuddling while sleeping, pretending to be a couple, protective namjoon, unrequited love that’s actually very requited, masturbation and accidental voyeurism, lots of horny thoughts/fantasies, smut, oral (f receiving), biting, soft dom namjoon has an oral fixation

➳ a/n: I originally started writing this in December of 2019, and I’m very proud of it! It’s the length of a short novel and I put a lot of work into it, so I hope everyone likes it 💜 Also, it takes places in winter (because that’s when I started writing it), and I never say what country Y/N is from or what country her mother is the ambassador to, to keep it as self-insert as possible. Enjoy!!!

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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?”

lust royale [m] ● knj

❥ Title | Lust Royale

❥ Pairings | Namjoon x female reader (feat. Jimin)

⤑ Genre | Royal Guard!Namjoon, Princess!reader, Royalty!au, Smut, Angst

⤑ Summary | He is a walking temptation, even if he would often argue that you are his. Both of you have known that what you share together is nothing more but an act of sin. But who are you to deny the pull, or the way he ignites the desire within you which would only lay dormant if not for his touch? And he would be a fool to deny you the same, even if he has to watch you walk down the aisle and exchange vows to another man right the next day.

⤑ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

⤑ Warnings | Dom!Namjoon, Sub!reader, brat!reader, infidelity, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, name calling, Namjoon has a perverse kink to shave the reader (yes, that’s a thing), power play, jealousy, size kink, fingering (female receiver), oral sex (female receiver), clit play, nipple play, breast play, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, sensory play, voyeurism, orgasm control, multiple orgasm, praise kink, aftercare.

⤑ Word count | 8k words

❂ Fall For Romance

         ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Dia through @bangtansorciere​

⤐  AU Type: Salted Caramel Ice Cream (Unrequited Love AU)

⤐  Themes: Forbidden Romance, Royalty

⤐  Kinks: Sensory Play, Spanking, Nipple Play, Fingering, Voyeurism, Orgasm Denial/Control, Multiple Orgasm, Overstimulation, Size Kink

There is a special place in hell for someone like you.

A place where only the wicked and evil, where cheaters and smugglers are all locked in and punished together.

But you would still rather take it and risk it all, because you can never resist choosing the flames of carnal desire that makes you feel more alive over the cold and bitter and lonely life of a loveless marriage.

Tonight, you have chosen to let the curtains on your massive windows open, refusing to deny yourself the sight of the beautiful night sky. Without any lights in your bedroom, the moonlight’s shine takes over. Its light gives life into your bedroom as it shines through the window, illuminating your empty bed and the wedding dress hanging on the other side of the room.

You don’t quite understand why you had refused to allow the servants to secure the dress in your wardrobe before they left you for the night. Perhaps your wicked soul is some sort of a masochist after all, as it seems to have the desire for punishment. Because while the wedding dress looks lovely, a masterpiece which had been crafted specifically for your special day, it also serves as a mockery, a reminder that keeps taunting you about the life that could have been. And nobody would understand this because you are the only one who can see it in its true form, to be able to look at it as what it truly is—a shackle that will forever bind and imprison you in the future life of the King’s wife.

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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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namjoon + honeymoon <3

It was your stupid husband’s idea to go to a tropical rain forest, so obsessed with the idea of seeing real sloths and rare birds that he didn’t stop to think about the gazillion mosquitoes that would be there, too. “Ugh, this hurts,” you whine for what has to be the millionth time, scratching at the numerous bites littering your calves. You’re not even safe in your lodging, a tiny little rental house with an air-con system as old as your grandmother.

Namjoon’s just come out of the bath, white towel draped around his waist to make him look like a Greek god. Stray water droplets cling to his shoulders and chest, sparkle under the yellow lamplight as he rounds the foot of the bed. Miraculously, he’s come out of the rain forest unscathed. You’re extremely jealous, but you comfort yourself with the fact that maybe your kids will get his superior anti-mosquito blood in their genes too. “Salve,” he says, plopping down on the edge of the bed with a tiny green jar of something. “The locals said it would help.”

You scoff. “The locals said,” you mimic, but snatch it out of his hand nonetheless.

In truth, you’re actually having a lot of fun. After the numerous Bridezilla meltdowns you had over the course of your wedding planning, letting Namjoon plan the honeymoon was a blessing in disguise; not only did you have one less thing to worry about, but your wildlife-loving husband has the prettiest smile when he’s excited about toucans. “It’s what you get for not wearing bug repellant,” he teases now, discarding his towel as he crawls up the bed towards you. Oh.

Wrapping your hands around his shoulders, you barely manage one brush of your lips against his before he’s stripping you of your nightgown. “Not my fault I have the juiciest blood,” you frown, shivering when his slightly cold skin presses against yours.

Namjoon chuckles, a sound so low and deep, it goes straight to your pussy. “Yeah?” he hums, settling the weight of his body over you. He’s heavy as fuck, but being suffocated by your husband’s hot and heavy body isn’t the worst way to go out. His lips find their place against your cheek, two plush pillows that leave a faint kiss against your skin. “But now you’re covered in mosquitos bites.”

Pulling him closer, you shift your hips from side to side until his cock is nestled between your folds, angry tip kissing your clit. You shudder. “So?” you sigh, “you’ll cover them up for me anyway.”

Namjoon laughs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “That I will.” And he does, sucking and kissing along your skin as he goes. His lips traverse the length of your body, suckling against your tits until you’re whimpering and begging for him to stop. He only stops when both nipples are two, twin peaks, slick and shiny with his saliva. Then, between your thighs. He sucks a painful mark at the juncture where your thigh meets your body, doesn’t let go even when you dig your fingers into his scalp and tug him away. “Relax,” he says, suave, smooth, that stupidly hot bastard.

His pillowy lips kiss down the inside of each leg, tongue peeking out to swipe against your swollen bites. He doesn’t suck on those, knows that it’ll only exacerbate the itchiness, but it’s the thought that counts. He does, however, practically leave you covered in his saliva, licking every inch of skin he can get to. You’re left feeling sticky and wet, a sensation that soon fades into the background when he gets his mouth on your clit.

He nudges the bud back and forth, like you’re nothing more than a sweet for him to play with. Panting, you barely manage to plead your case for more, filling the air of the lodging with sniffles and sobs as Namjoon licks between your thighs. Eventually, it’s your trembling hand reaching for his — the one with the ring on it — that convinces him to help you out.

One finger dips into your achingly hot core, tongue swirling circles around your clit. You buck forward, against his mouth, as the pleasure begins to simmer in your center. Namjoon takes his time with you, does his best to draw out every droplet of ecstasy from you. He loves the sounds, the tiny jerks of your body, the way his name tumbles off your lips. “Joon,” you sob, “no more— please.”

Only then does he let you come, milking your cum out of you with a never-ending series of kitten licks against your clit. You quiver beneath him, body wracked with the aftershocks of such a pleasant orgasm. “Good girl,” he hums, kissing the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. “Always so good.”