Me Time (Namjoon X Yn/Reader)

Me Time (Namjoon x Yn/Reader)

Word Count: 7.23k

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Kissing (french and other), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, clit/pussy sucking, orgasms (multiple, yours and his), flirting, seduction, semi-missionary sex, intense sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, Namjoon has money/a nice place/is a rich guy in this one. If I missed one, it is what it is. 

Genre: Strangers to Lovers

AUs: None

Summary: You head to the woods for a Me Day. When you encounter a handsome stranger more than once, it becomes an ‘Us’ day that you could get used to. 

Author’s Note: Glad to be back and I’m happy to have my comeback be a Namjoon adventure. This was requested by @worldwideseal a bit ago and I've been trying hard to finish it.

Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it, let me know in a comment. 

Tag list: @askkrisachan @kiestrokes

It was a solid battle. A contemplation in the drinks aisle, door open and chilled air rolling over your sun warmed skin. If you were accused of debating too long, it wasn’t something you’d deny. The cool air felt nice on the sting of what had clearly proved a bit too long in the midday sun. 

A wonderful way to start your weekend: an unexpectedly challenging hike that was supposed to take less than 30 minutes from the parking lot. But that proved to be for those initiated types–the ones who made a hike with a considerable grade look like a jaunt. 

For you it was a bit more like a gauntlet of misery. So you’d more than justified it to yourself, leaning against the drinks cooler door frame, letting your profile crush against the frosted surface. 

You hadn’t heard the footsteps approaching but the voice came through. Clear. Amused. No need to look because a grin stretched the distance between the few words over your shoulder.

“Contemplating life or flavors?” 

You straightened, grip finding and holding the door handle. The chilly rush over your cheeks did something to help the panic, which helped a little. You couldn’t blame that kind of tell on lack of sunscreen or an unplanned too-long-hike in the sun.

“It’s rough.” You barely replied. Eyes popping, you grabbed the brightest color visible front and center: blue ice. Lowest on your list, but it was in your hand and you stepped aside.

A large hand grazed your own as grips traded on the door handle. 

The form stepping into your spot in front of the open case was just obvious enough: Big. Broad. Tanned just right. The kind of golden that said it was real deal stuff. No spray tan or tanning bed nonsense. 

The man leaned forward, eyes closing as he hummed into the same cold air your pores sucked up earlier. 

You swallowed, eyes lingering on the necklines. And the biceps, rounded, stressing the cuffs of his white t-shirt sleeves just enough. Suddenly you were hungry–the handful of crackers and cheese burned up long ago in the car. You’d eaten fast and should have prepared more, but now you saw something meaty. 

Something in a healthy, hunky shape, grinning your way, eyes finally open and meeting your nervous stare. Your eyes widened again. At least you kept your mouth neutral–an even line. 

He had a nice smile as selected the same flavor you’d chosen, nodding your way.

“Good flavor. You like it too?” 

You looked down, turned the bottle over in your grip, and looked back up. Shrugging, you waved the bottle a little as you replied. 

“It’s up there.” 

One perfectly thick brow arched as the man offered a timid smile. He didn’t move much, but his bangs still lolled. The tips feather his forehead. Hypnotizing your senses for a moment. You’d barely noticed the world huffing up the winding trails outside the store, melting under your tank top and workout leggings.

He had the faintest sweat–something normally unappealing. He’d managed to make a biological response magical. The slickness on his skin looked good.

“Up there? Not your go-to?” 

In the middle of the only store for 45 minutes in either direction, there wasn’t room to be choosy.  Trade offs were made for a weekend away from your city apartment. A lot more space. A lot LESS amenities. 

But sometimes there were unexpected perks—exhibit A standing just within reach. 

Blue Ice traded hands as he reached into the case again. This time he selected a considerable bottle of Evian and shook it, like you’d done before. Both his cheeks developed dimples as he beamed.  

“Can’t beat water. Perfect palette cleanser.” Murmuring, his fingers wrapped both bottle necks with room to spare as they overlapped. “You’re not local.” He added once his assessing gaze finished at your face. 

Your fingers tightened on the cold plastic bottle that you now gripped for dear life. Your throat was tight enough. It wasn’t the only part suddenly unable to relax. The reason was familiar and longer overdue: Attraction. Raw and unbridled. Washing over you.

A scoff dislodged the lump in your throat, allowing a breath.  

“Is it that obvious?” 

You boiled inside all over again–as warm inside as the surface of your skin felt outwardly when a wide, warm smile changed the entire handsome face in front of you. 

If he was a local you’d eat the map you’d grabbed from the gift shop ‘section’ of the store. 

“Maybe.” He added a wink, then looked beyond you, towards the clerk leaning into the counter by the register, yawning her way through the local paper with low lids. She hadn’t looked up when you came in, but she couldn’t have missed this guy.

“Are you?” It was natural to ask so you didn’t feel awkward about it. 

“Yes and No.” 

“What’s that mean?” You watched his free hand go into a pocket, then come back out with a square of leather. His head jerked towards the end of the aisle and you took a step, matching his as he walked and talked. 

“I don’t live here year round. I visit now and then.”

“Family?” Your eyes scanned the shelves as you moved along, trailing the man but also debating just how hungry you felt before it was too late and you were back into the hike back to your car. It seemed just a touch too far away right now and those Oreos on the upcoming end cap looked all too tempting. 

“No.” He chuckled, glancing at you, then following your eyes to the Oreos. With a rakish grin, the man grabbed two packs and they joined the drinks, tucked against the inside, pinned in place by the inside of his arm. 

You suddenly wondered what that arm would feel like around your neck. Maybe bent over the counter, with his lips along your ear, his hips screwing slowly against your ass. Bold and full of fire. 

That kind of body heat wouldn’t be the worst thing to suffer. You were piping hot in a few places as it was. 

“I own a place up the hill.” He was stopped at the aisle end. You thought about going around, but didn’t. No need to end this encounter any sooner than it was going to be over. It wasn’t getting any less hot outside either. 

“Yeah?” You returned a smile. 

“Mmhm. What’s your name?” 

You hesitated, bringing the drink bottle to your neck and rolling it along one side. You kind of like it more than a lot that his eyes followed the motion. His patient smile didn’t falter but something flashed in his eyes. 

“Y/n.” 

“Nice to meet you.” He said. “I’d shake your hand but—”

Your hand shot out. Until now you weren’t the type for hand shakes. How quickly that changed. 

“Namjoon” He pumped your hand as he spoke again. That big palm was warm and smooth. Silky and dry. By contrast you wondered just how dewy your palm still felt. You’d spent quite a bit of time wiping palms on your thighs as you’d paused all too often on every hill during the hike. But he didn’t have to know that. 

Namjoon gave no indication he minded, if anything was amiss. “Nice to meet you.” 

Finally he moved again and you watched his back as he stopped at the counter. The employee barely looked up, coming away from the counter to situate herself mostly behind the register. The beep of each scan started. In between Namjoon made more conversation, which was a relief because you couldn’t keep your focus on talking with the way your eyes feasted on his ass and calves.

Everything from his hips down looked impossibly tight in his light gray workout pants. 

“You hiked up here then?” 

Leaning around him, you stole a look at your chosen drink still on the counter, then sighed. 

“Yeah.” 

Namjoon moved your bottle towards his selections. The girl was efficient, scanning so fast you had no time to protest. With a single blink you pointed. 

“...That’s mine.” 

He had to forget. That was it. Best to remind him. Just like him, you’d queued up to pay. Reasonable for how you expected things to go. Even if you hadn’t expected to meet someone in the middle of choosing. But that was life sometimes: unplanned, bringing pleasant surprise on the back of undesired situations.

“I know.” Namjoon opened his wallet. 

You noted several cards in various colors. Even black—you knew enough about people who owned a black card. It took a certain level of financial security and comfort to get one of those. 

He’d already paid and turned towards you again with your drink held out in offering. You took it. When he passed a pack of Oreos along after, you sputtered. It wasn’t an insult to injury for the extra sugar, or the worst thing. The cheap energy would help your dreaded trip back down the hill. 

Still… How he’d decided to be so kind. To a stranger. 

“Why?” You inquired, low and confused. Feeling all kinds of knotted up inside at his kindness and that flame still going inside your chest. 

Namjoon stepped around you and started for the door, taking your focus with him as you turned, and paced him with your stare. Looking back, he held the door open and spoke. 

“I wanted to. Be careful out there.” 

---------------------------------------

You kept replaying things in your head, carefully shuffling sideways down the steep hill. There hadn’t seemed to be so many on the way up, but the grade felt a lot more intense going the other direction, towards the store. 

Now, having some distance from the store, you felt a little sheepish over quietly cursing your decision to come up here. It was a lovely day outside, instead of the boiling, sun soaked hell you’d sworn it had become earlier.

Unscrewing your drink cap you took another healthy swallow and swatted at the tinny whine of a mosquito hovering near your ear. You slapped another away from your shoulder and marched down the hill again, taking more cautious steps. 

As you came around a corner, you noticed a form and barely glanced further beyond, where the hill sloped down again, into the shadows of forest canopy. Darkness and coolness was promised and you couldn’t wait. 

You made your way by with measured steps, almost shuffling to keep from tumbling down the trail, treading on the loose gravel and natural divots of long dislodged rocks. It wouldn’t be a go the rest of the way down on your backside. 

“Y/n?”  A curious voice, tinged in muted surprise.

You looked towards the voice as your pace slowed and  the figure turned to greet your approach. Clear as day: the tall frame with white t-shirt impressively stretched over a broad front. 

Namjoon’s face, still fresh as it’d been meeting him a bit ago, beamed. 

His sunglasses were off, resting on his head and he wiped a hand on his thigh, then extended it. You tried wiping a hand too, missing a good amount of the dirt kissed palm. Namjoon shook hands anyway. 

As he glanced where you’d been heading, you stole a once over. Namjoon didn’t look any more sweat soaked than he’d been. The hill grades weren’t a challenge for him. If he’d hiked to get to that store too, he was in MUCH better shape. You’d never have guessed he’d just come up these hills, looking unflagged in front of the drink cooler.

“So you didn’t drive to the store.” You voiced the determination, earning a raised brow. 

“Is that bad?” 

“No.” 

“I DID drive to the parking lot down there.” Namjoon motioned in that direction. “The road is too long and winding through the woods to get up there safely. From the parking lot it’s an easier walk.” 

An easier walk. You scoffed softly and wiped the back of a hand across your brow. 

“You parked down there too?” He continued, casually wiping trail dust off his shirt. 

“Not quite.” When he looked up again, both brows rose. The least you could do was a little more explanation. Lamely you added “..My friend dropped me off. I have to meet her back down there in a little bit.” 

“That’s nice of her.” He murmured with a smile. His cheekbones had a brief glimmer. Even the overhead sun couldn’t do a thing to dim his appeal. Sweaty or dry as a bone. Rain soaked. Something told you that Namjoon was all-weather handsome. 

“Yeah.” You agreed.

You watched your sneaker toe bully through the dirt in an uneven line. Your muscles protested menacingly from this tiny action. Much too much. Burning and twitching had found a nice home there. The croissant and half a coffee you’d wolfed down for morning fuel hadn’t left a single ounce of energy by now. You were paying for it now, even with half a sports drink down. 

“You should walk down there with me.” 

You were equally surprised and thankful he asked. The  company was welcoming and you needed to see his car. Having several cards in his wallet and looking so good even after a moderately intense hike? Namjoon wasn’t driving a beater. 

“Sure..” You responded, waiting just long enough to look like it’d been a little debate. 

Namjoon pushed upright from the leaning he’d been doing against a tree just off the trail and stepped towards you. Turning to face downhill, he strode forward and you followed, falling into pace. His strides were long, but he went slow enough. It was like he sussed your flagging energy and mounting fatigue. You weren’t exactly projecting boundless energy.

However long the hike felt going uphill, time bent again and it seemed over all too soon as you paced Namjoon to the parking lot’s asphalt edge after coming around the last trail bend a short time later. 

As you stood next to him, looking at the few cars in spaces scattered across the lot, Namjoon turned his face up to the sun and let his head fall back.

You slid your pack straps off both shoulders and brought it around to your front. Namjoon rifled through his pocket, doing the same to free himself from his mid-size backpack. The keys jingled as he looked away from you, to a far corner of the lot. 

“Your friend here yet?” He inquired, squinting.

You scanned. Nowhere did you see the familiar rust nibbled Isuzu. An antique by some measure but it served her father well in college and he’d maintained the interior parts enough to keep it going even now. The car got you up here and you were fairly confident it’d get you back to town. 

“Not yet.” You thought about calling but didn’t go for your cell phone, setting your pack at your feet instead. Namjoon noticed, double taking. 

“Well..” He began, leaning down and grabbing a strap, then lifting the pack like it was empty. It certainly hadn’t felt that way going up OR down the trail. “..Let me drive you? Where are we headed?”

“You don’t have to–” A tut cut you off toot suite.

“I want to, Y/n. Where are we going?” 

Inhaling, you almost choked on trail dust still lingering at the lot edge. The dread of the trip back home in a car without AC was pulling you down into despair. In spite of your friend’s promise, all the windows down had not helped nearly as promised. It wouldn’t be better now, sweaty and tired. 

You glanced at Namjoon after a moment. “...Well.. Where are you going?”

Namjoon’s smile was cheeky. “Me? I have a place about 20 minutes drive from here. You’re welcome to hang out there and wait for your friend.” 

“I could do that.” You should, not wanting to go all the way back up that hellish trail, to the store. No way you’d make it. No need to even delude yourself. The Isuzu and the trail would not see YOU again, for now. 

“Yeah? I know it’s cliche. Stranger danger..”

“Maybe but.. What the hell. It’ll be nice to see your place and find out there’s more than a few damp cabins out here. So long as it’s not a rotting shack in the pines, we’re golden.” Your mind supplied endless visions of bugs, bears and poison oak. It was anybody’s guess what you’d encounter but there was 1 of those 3, minimum. 

“Hmm.” A playful glare leveled your way. “There’s not much land value in a moss covered single level dwelling these days. The market wouldn’t bear it and I’m not into that kind of ambiance.” 

“Thank goodness.” 

Namjoon reached where he’d been looking: the lot corner, and a cobalt blue sedan parked there. It was dusty but otherwise in great shape. MUCH better than no-AC and AM radio only.

You followed, keeping within a step or two. As you both made your way, Namjoon spoke again. 

“You can call your friend when we get to my place and hang out until they get there. Deal?” 

You nodded.

He opened the passenger door first and watched you climb in, then moved to that back passenger door and opened it. A gentle lob had both your packs situated across the back seat.

As Namjoon settled into the driver’s seat, you buckled your seatbelt,then let your legs stretch out. The footwell was roomy too. This was proving to be a good decision the more time went on. You wouldn’t have bet on this kind of luck turn hours ago.

Namjoon was smiling, watching you get comfortable. The car came to life. He adjusted the rearview mirror.

“I wouldn’t object to some food too.” You suggested, watching him study the mirror’s reflection, then glance back as he reversed out of the parking spot. He shifted to drive, jaw muscles briefly flexing before he spoke.

“I can take care of that.”

---------------------------------------

You finished the last bite of apple and chewed, staring out the picture window. 

Namjoon had more than a ramshackle place with walls, windows and a few doors. It was like something out of Mountain Living magazine–of which you were sure you’d seen a few issues neatly stacked on the coffee table in the living room when he’d led you through. 

This kitchen was spacious. More than any other cabin you’d spent time in.Even if that number wasn’t high, THIS place was impressive. It shouldn’t have been a shock, spotting all the cards in his wallet. That was plenty of foreshadowing. 

Even if assumptions weren’t fair.

You swallowed and turned away from the view, setting the remains of the apple on the kitchen table and headed for the living room. You took a loop around the perimeter, studying the bookshelf, paying close attention to the single shelf dedicated to what looked like photo albums. 

You were tempted to pull one off and go through it. But you didn’t, turning your attention to the photos on the nearby wall: lots of candid photos of nature. Namjoon’s selfies tended to be unique: his form standing in the distance of the shot, back to the camera. 

Or in silhouette barely at the edges. You liked a particularly vibrant one of his bare back to the camera, shorts soaked to the skin with water, flesh glistening in the sun against the expanse of a sky so blue it hardly seemed real. 

It looked like some kind of lake. You wondered where this body of water was, hopeful it wasn’t far, then went to work pondering how it would have been behind the lens, taking the shot.

...And what would happen after, when the picture was done and Namjoon turned around with that smile. 

A smile you’d grown to really like A LOT since the store. 

Hearing a door close, you turned towards the dark hall where the sound had come from. There was a little motion under the door at the far end, shadows moving across a sliver of light at the bottom. 

A moment later the door came open and Namjoon’s form filled the newly made space. Not long after his footsteps came towards you. When he came through from the dark into light, your senses reeled. 

Namjoon was flushed and smiling, hair wet and slicked back, cheeks plumped in a shy grin. He’d changed shirts. This one was thinner and more ivory than optic white. You knew that shape at the front of his chest and the tiny perking points. 

You blinked away the stun and smiled back. 

“You reach your friend?” He asked, walking towards, then around you, heading for the couch. 

You turned. “Yeah.” You’d hit voicemail. It wasn’t your best message and you probably sounded breathless, describing what had happened on your hike and trying to summarize Namjoon in the space of 30 seconds. 

Lord knows how your friend would take it. 

“I…” You paused and Namjoon’s head turned your way. 

“Hmm?” He’d paused arranging the couch cushions, even though they looked perfect to you. “What is it?” 

God you felt…dumb admitting this but it was best to spit the truth out. Time would betray you eventually. 

“I wasn’t sure of your address so I couldn’t leave one on the voicemail.” 

Namjoon chuckled warm and slow. You wanted to grab a throw pillow nearby and stuff your face into it, to swallow up the responsive squeal aching to escape your throat. 

“I guess I hadn’t thought about that.” He motioned to the magazines. “You could have done it the sneaky way.. That’s got my address.” 

“I’m not a sneaky type.” You replied. Namjoon nodded. 

“Appreciate that. Well.. “ He inhaled and picked up one of the smaller pillows, then lobbed it at the far end of the couch. “...If you want to call them back, I’ll give you my address–officially.” 

Did you REALLY want to call your friend right now? This place was pretty damned nice and so was the company. Mulling it over, you finally shrugged. 

“In a little bit.” Namjoon’s brows dropped. You fumbled, continuing. “...If that’s okay? I mean…I can—” 

“It’s fine.” His brows were soft arches over dark, comforting eyes again. “I like the company.” 

“Me too.” It was exciting how the confession sent heat through you. Rubbing at your neck, you realized how sweaty and icky you still felt. Namjoon’s head cocked as he walked closer to you. 

“I’m really glad we met today, Y/n. I like the isolation here but…Having another person around is even better, when I’m in the mood.” 

“Is it?” You croaked, swallowing a lump. Your nod was almost a twitch. “..You’re in the mood to have someone around today?” 

“I wasn’t at first.” Namjoon’s pause dragged on until you met his stare, gazing into the depths of his eyes right there, just above you. “..That changed…” He snickered and softly murmured “...for some reason.” 

You could tell he was being cheeky and it was delightful. You couldn’t help giggling too. 

“I wonder why..” You sighed. 

After a minute, Namjoon looked around. “Let’s get a little more comfortable then. You want to go clean up? My shower’s back there..”

He indicated where he’d come from, with a nod. As if you hadn’t watched him go there prior, the apple pressed to your lips and heart pounding as you drank in this entire place. 

“Thanks..” Was all you managed, head bowing a little. You slipped past him. Namjoon’s turn to watch you go briefly clear in your peripherals. 

“Just pick whatever out of my dresser. Plenty to choose from. See you soon.” 

“You have a beautiful bathroom.” You confided, watching Namjoon standing next to you. It was getting to a really nice addiction: you and he, just sharing this space. It’d only been a few hours but it was like a lifetime away from the rest of the world.

Namjoon looked away from the living room window and smiled at you. “Thanks.” 

What you’d WANTED to say was ‘This whole place is amazing.’, but you weren’t psychic or brave enough to voice that–just yet. 

Combing wet strands back, you shook your hair out again. It was still a little damp from the shower, but you felt so much better with the grime and sweat washed away.

You hadn’t realized just how much you’d collected tromping up and down the hills out there. Not until you’d felt the rivulets of perfectly hot water winding down your body under the massive shower head, did you really conceive how messy you’d gotten. 

The whole shower experience here left your skin humming and nicely warm. A far cry from your apartment’s modest water pressure and scalding or ice cold temperature poles. If you were honest, you could get used to this. 

“I appreciate the compliment.” Namjoon finally said. “I wasn’t sure about the head but it’s got your approval. Think I’ll keep it.” 

When you locked eyes, he winked, grin wider than before. He was more handsome with dimples. 

“What else do you do out here, alone?” You voiced your curiosity this time. Maybe it was the inhibitions washed away with the sudsy heat or something else at play, but it was out before you could regret.

Namjoon took it well.

“Alone? Hmmm. Sometimes I sit out on the back deck or soak in the hot tub outback and stare at the sky. Listen to nature. Ponder the big questions in life..” 

It all sounded pretty damned good. Beat the hell out of your couch and the usual television fare. 

“Hmm.” You stared at him again. Another question slipped out as quickly as it had popped into your mind. “...And when you’re not alone?” 

You matched the way Namjoon raised a brow. When he chuckled your chest went light. 

“Bit of an intimate kind of question, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.” You retorted. “If what you do is something intimate.” 

Like storm clouds rolling across a sky, darkening the beauty with impressive danger, a shadowy energy flitted through Namjoon’s eyes. But you weren’t scared. You were absolutely riveted. For once in your normally gun shy, socially conservative life. 

“And if I said it was something intimate?”

He was good, dodging a direct answer just enough. He knew just how to feed your interest with words and the things between them. You licked your lips, feeling them twitch as your tongue rolled along. 

“..Sounds like a good time. Care to share?” 

Who were you, suddenly digging for details? Normally this was kosher for your friends. You’d earned the right, but with a basic stranger like Namjoon? You knew you had a lot of nerve. And you were taking a HUGE gamble. 

“Mmm.” Namjoon stepped close again, not much space now between the front of his body and your own. You didn’t back up, lifting your chin to keep eye contact. His smile shrank. 

“I do whatever I want. Or..my guest wants. I’m interested in being the best host I can, if I have company.” 

“Yeah?” 

Namjoon nodded. He let you take another breath, then continued.

“You’re my guest. What do you want to do? What’s your pleasure?” It was really, REALLY sexy the way Namjoon was opening his place to you. And from the energy you detected, he was willing to give himself too. 

“Have you ever done it here?” 

“Done ..’it’? What’s it?” He queried, teasingly. Your forehead felt hot again. You blinked and Namjoon leaned down a little.

“..You mean sex? Are you asking me if I’ve fucked here?” His breath washed across your lips. You couldn’t help nodding or the whine that escaped. Namjoon’s hungry stare burrowed into your soul. He nibbled briefly on his lip.

“I have. Plenty of times. It’s been a while, though.” 

“Has it?” You squeaked as he ran fingertips along your jaw and added pressure at your chin, tipping your face up more. 

“Mmnhmm.” Namjoon’s smile unfurled again. “..Has it been long for you?” 

You stammered, suddenly amnesiac over the last time you’d properly fucked. Of course you had, and the experiences rated ‘okay’ by usual standards, but work and life wedged a lot of time between each session. Forgettable was too perfect a way to describe how it all seemed now.

“It’s been a minute.” You finally managed. 

“Want to remedy that?” 

Maybe it sounded corny coming from anyone else, in a dark, muggy club dancefloor or bar, but Namjoon’s suggesting it now came off only as unadulterated heat. And something you wanted so very much. 

“Yes.” It was a gasp. Maybe a plea. 

“God Y/n..” Namjoon watched your fingers circling his broad wrist. You pulled his hand closer to your lips and grazed them over a few fingertips. You tingled as his lips parted and his lids lowered.

Whatever he was trying to say you were sure it was the same feeling flooding through your entire body. Pulsing inside you, ending right between your legs as they trembled like they’d never done before. More than any hike could ever induce. 

You cut him off.  “..Relax me, Namjoon. Make me forget everything for a while.” 

It was like the shadow darkened hallway stretched on forever as Namjoon moved, carrying you. You couldn’t wrap around him more, but you wanted to try, tightening your thighs around his waist. 

He didn’t have wide hips, but they were sturdy as he walked, pacing slowly across the wood floor in a leisurely path to the bedroom. You dimly knew the space waited beyond that doorway at the far end. And you wanted time to condense again, to bring you both where nature said you should be: in Namjoon’s bed. 

Doing things that nature intended for two people at the mercy of attraction were fated to do. 

Namjoon didn’t pause kissing you as he opened the door, then bumped it wider with a hip. You were in the bedroom, the setting sun’s rays barely filtering through the treetops outside the nearby window. 

As he paused at the bed, then leaned over it, the kiss broke. Reds and fiery orange hues outlined Namjoon’s triangular upper body as he braced a palm into the bed, finally leaned over enough that your back met the mattress. 

“Let go.” He whispered. 

You fell entirely into the bed, grateful for the cushioned fall. Your hair and limbs splayed. Namjoon’s eyes stayed on your, enjoying your slow wriggle as he grasped his shirt and hauled it up, then off. It met the bed nearby. 

Your own hands clutched down the length of your body, finding the shirt you’d chosen from his offered selection.

“Don’t.” Namjoon growled, dropping his bottoms next. Then his briefs, unbothered at the ferocity of his erect cock springing vertical on escape. He mounted the bed on one knee, outside your hip, then the other one joined and he loomed over your again, head to toe bare of a stitch of clothes. 

Sure you’d pondered how he looked in that shower when he’d taken his turn. And under those tight workout pants in the store. Now all was coming clear. All was on a platter, right in front of you—or over you, as it were. 

Your body arched, breasts jostling. Namjoon cupped the outside of a breast and stroked his thumb across the nipple. It perked and he studied the shape through the t–shirt. A garment you desperately wanted to lose. 

In the game of ‘naked’, he was leagues ahead of you. 

“I’m…Namjoon, please–” You sputtered, then groaned loudly when he pinched that tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then tugged. His touch was gone in a blink and he gathered your shirt, pushing it higher, up to your neck. Head bowed, he backed down towards the foot of the bed a bit more, until his mouth stopped above your navel. 

“Let me.” He purred, peeling down the boxers you’d borrowed too, and taking them to your knees. While one hand pushed them to your ankles, then off, Namjoon’s nose spiraled your mound. 

You heard his inhale. The groan he let out was sinfully needy too. You bent your right knee, drawing that leg up a little more and lifting your ass off the bed. Delivering your pussy right against his wide open mouth, swooping into latched onto your clit. 

Namjoon sucked deep and tight, perfectly latching. Then the pulsing started. He was quiet enough, only making a pop sound when he pulled away now and then. 

It wasn’t like he needed to suck your clit or slide his tongue through your folds to open them. It already felt hot and slippery. Your flesh ached in a way that said making out had long since done the trick. 

But Namjoon was enjoying himself and explored with his pointer finger, tracing it through you, stopping down at your opening. Teasing the winking muscle until it clenched again and your thighs shook. 

“You’re so wet..Y/n. You like this don’t you? Are you always this ready when it’s been a while?” 

You nodded. You couldn’t be sure it was true but if that’s what he wanted to hear, if felt like the truest answer you could give. He seemed to accept it diving down to lick, then stab his tongue deeper into you, pushing through your muscle. 

He scooped your widening thighs up and wrapped them over his shoulders. Hugged them against the sides of his neck as he moaned, jaw dropping wider open. Pushing into you, lifting your hips higher and bringing your ass off the bed again.

A lake of heat was swirling in your belly. You wanted to tell him you were close because you felt like the edge was right there, you precariously toes over and staring down into the fall. 

But you couldn’t get the words out. It was only a long, confused hiss of pleasure as fingers slid into you. Pulled out and dipped in again. Namjoon’s fingers worked to stir you up inside, drawing slick out from the depths, slathering it all over you on the outside. Making a delicious mess. 

When you couldn’t take it anymore and your chest heaved, Namjoon pulled back enough and shrugged your legs off his shoulders. He joined them together and turned you onto one side, hooking them neatly over the bend of one below, planting his palm deeper into the bed in an impressive divot.

It was so much concentrated weight focused into one point, you felt the bed sink just a little. Namjoon’s face came into view over you. He groped between your bodies, finding himself and guiding the tip to nest perfectly against you. 

When his bare cock slid inside you, it was done in a single, firm stroke. It wasn’t about the power of his thrust. It was the unhesitant drive in his hips, planting his cock deep and pushing a strangled gasp right out of you. 

Your upper body twisted, neck and head craning away. Profile bracing into the bed, you inhaled, head spinning off the scent of clean, fresh soap, light sweat and errant traces of Namjoon’s natural scent. 

You keened as he pulled back, slid a hand down your side and cupped the hip facing up, then sunk back in. The pumping was seamless. He flowed in and out of you, building speed but keeping the perfect depth. Hitting spots inside you that sent sparks across your scalp. Sent rails of fire down your spine. Curled your toes, when he circled into you and his hips snapped. 

“You feel so good on my cock.. God baby..that’s it..” Over you, Namjoon’s exhale coasted along your skin, burning hot as he muttered wondrously.

You could only whimper, nails sunk into the crook of his nearer elbow, head rolling back to keep your briefly open eyes focused on the ceiling beyond Namjoon’s rocking head. 

He murmured. Fucked. Pushed your knees high as he folded your twisted body up more. Condensed what little tight, wet space was inside you, more and more. There was only so much room and it was full–slick came out more and more as he pulled out and rammed back in. 

It was an unmistakable wet slap loud and clear over Namjoon’s huffing. He was putting in the work and you were back at the edge, now something invisible wrapping and pulling you over. You tumbled, cumming hard. Cumming quick, seizing around his cycling cock.

Namjoon’s head lolled backwards, but he kept going, through your rippling walls. Working up a froth through the creamy mess building as you squeezed and pulsed. Your throat opened as you groaned out a “P..Please..don’t s..stop…”

Your guts seized so hard you couldn’t cry out when Namjoon heeded your request and let himself really go, fucking you deeper. Harder. Jerking your whole body up the bed as he followed. You weren’t escaping–not from him. Not from the gut wrenching orgasm ripping through you. 

The world whited as your eyes rolled up entirely, leaving you sightless. Your purpose on this earth: to feel every bit of ecstasy rushing through you and sending you to the brink of human experience. 

With the release of pressure a trickle followed down to your ass. Namjoon faltered. His lips dove down to your ear.

“..Inside or…o..out..” 

No time to think meant no room for regret. You HAD to know. 

“Inside. Fill me up, Namjoon..” Your lips joined in a deep, ravenous kiss, gobbling up his moan as he shuddered. A few rough thrusts later, he was still, plunged deep, pulsing. Your twitching pussy probably felt like heaven to him as he emptied every drop into you.

When it was over, Namjoon carefully pulled back. His cock slipped out and you felt emptier. For a moment your muscles stayed open, then closed up tight. Like they were determined to hold onto every ounce of what this man had just given. 

“Holy…shit.” Namjoon wiped a forearm across his brow and laughed slowly, Adam’s apple dancing. 

“You felt..so good.” You blurted out. It took a few moments to see beyond the last rays of sunset through the window. The bouquet of colors was gone, leaving a muted, reddish haze. 

Namjoon’s shoulders flexed back as he rolled his neck. “..If you could understand how your pussy feels.. Fuck..” With a groan he combed his bangs back. 

“Worth the wait?” 

You tickled the downy trail running south, below his navel, then situated both calves on the outside of his hips. Namjoon’s hands rested loose on your hips. He wasn’t shy, eyeing your whole body and wearing the smirk of a job well done. 

There was no doubt he’d smashed your previous experiences. Your insides twitched and your head had barely cleared. You’d just come back to the present, cobbling together enough focus for basic conversation. 

“And then some..” Namjoon hummed, seizing your wrist and bringing that hand to his lips. He tucked a kiss into that palm. Leering down at you, he cupped that hand against the center of his chest. Right between those big, perfectly muscled pecs. 

“Ready to call your friend?” There was a distant hope sparkling in his eyes. You knew as well as he did: No was acceptable, again. 

“In a little bit.” You murmured, then glanced at his bedroom door. He’d left it open. His mouth shifted into a half grin. 

“Something else you want—maybe somewhere else around here?” 

“Well I noticed a hot tub outside.” 

“That’s right.” Namjoon’s muscles shifted under your palm. Your fingers curled along his skin, lightly pressing in, trying to feel more. You wanted more of him, not just the tour of his place. 

“We should try it out.” 

“We can do that. A soak is good for the muscles.” 

“I’ve heard that. ….Got time to give me a full tour after that?” Whatever he might have planned for the rest of his night, he didn’t flinch and his expression stayed pleasant. Welcoming, like his gaze following your legs up to your core and taking a long time to linger there. 

“You’re really changing my mind about this whole cabin in the woods thing.” You added. Namjoon puffed his chest and leaned forward, releasing his hold on your hand as if he knew you’d keep that palm against him. 

You didn’t prove him wrong, adding the other palm as he pressed down over you. A kiss was on the horizon and you tipped your face up. His weight felt good on you–Namjoon’s large frame trapped you in the best way. 

He was warm. His cock was tacky but already semi hard as it inched across your belly. 

“I’m always up for a chance to change an opinion. We can go have a soak and you can think about calling your friend after.” 

You offered a faux pout. “Are you saying I have to leave?” 

“That’s not even close to what I said. Definitely wasn’t thinking it..” Even being faintly chastised felt good. You couldn’t say you had the same take away back at work, in front of your boss or direct report. 

“Good to know.” You snuck a look down to what you could make out of your body underneath Namjoon. It was still damp enough between your thighs. You knew it wouldn’t be as bad as it had been still in the act, but you knew a wipe down was in order before you dared stick a toe in his hot tub. 

Call it respect, but you also wanted a chance to explore what things looked like after you’d been daring enough to ask for and receive what had to be a healthy load inside. That hadn’t happened since your last committed relationship. 

You looked up again, watching Namjoon’s face disappear as he sucked a kiss at the bottom of your neck, where it joined your shoulder. Afterwards he sat up and backed down the bed. He offered both hands to help you up. 

When you stood upright face to face, the bed at your back, you felt shy. Your legs felt surprisingly weak. You swallowed, finding your mouth cottony. 

“Let’s grab a drink too. You can show off your kitchen and the living room? You’re into photography I noticed.”

“What makes you say that?” He tugged you along, taking a step at a time backwards towards the bedroom doorway. If it hadn’t been his cabin, you’d wonder if he’d walked around his place in the city like this. What was that place like? 

You wanted to know more about who Namjoon was beyond this big getaway spot in the woods and his generous many-card credit power. 

“I saw photo albums on your bookshelf.” 

“Yeah.” Namjoon’s features smothered darkness as he crossed the bedroom door threshold into the hallway. “I dabble now and then. Whenever I’m here.” 

“Would love to see it.” 

“We can add that to the tour. I do like to keep my guests happy.” 

“And I think I like this whole day in the woods. Might be time to find out about what a weekend away would be like.” 

Namjoon’s body was against you again as your travel paused midway down the hall. You didn’t have to see, only feel and you knew he was going for a kiss. You surrendered your mouth and he took his time, tongue exploring lightly. 

“A little Me Time…I can support that–in more than one way.”   

Just Roommates

Just Roommates - Jungkook x Reader

Just Roommates - Roommate!Jungkook x (she/her)reader. [AO3 Link]

Summary: Jungkook and Reader are roommates and friends. When reader goes out on a date, Jungkook can't help but be annoyed by her plans.

Warnings: Cursing, dirty words, sexual content, no smut, but it gets heated. 18+

Note: I omitted the smut because it was already so long. I'm thinking that I will write a smut part related to this, but post it separately.

Her hands wrapped around her warm mug, taking that wonderful first sip of coffee in the morning. Once she swallowed, she sighed with a content smile on her face. She was about to make breakfast, when Jungkook came out of his room. Surprised to find him awake so early, she had to say something.

“Is the world ending? Why are you up so early?” She set her coffee down and teased him. 

“Ha. Ha.” He sarcastically said, putting in his airpods. “I’m going for a run,” He explained, plopping onto the couch to slip on his socks.

“Huh? But you always run at night.” She raised her eyebrow at him, eyes narrowing suspiciously at him. 

“Yeah, but I have to switch it up today. Tonight I have plans with the boys.” He headed over to his shoes by the door. 

“Oh…” She nodded, but then gasped. “Are you wearing my sweatpants?” She pointed to his bottoms. 

He laughed, tying his shoes. “No. They’re my sweatpants and I’m stealing them back.” He flashed an arrogant smile and slipped right out the door. 

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. She sank into the couch with a quiet whine. 

“Damn it, those were really comfortable pants.” She mumbled, already missing how warm, soft and baggy on her body. 

Later that night, she was in the middle of her room, with pieces of clothing scattered over her bed and vanity table. She was struggling to figure out what to wear for tonight's first date. She had been really connecting with a man over the dating app. And tonight was the first time they were going to meet after many long conversations. She really wanted to make a good impression and hopefully lead to a second date. 

She tried hard to distract herself from the nerves making her body tremble. She lifted a dress up to her body and stared at herself in the mirror. 

“No…” She shook her head and tossed the dress aside. 

Defeated, she peeked her head out of her room, resorting to Jungkook laying on the couch. Reluctant, she called out to him. 

“What?” He responded, keeping his eyes plastered on the tv. 

“I don’t know what to wear, can you help me?” She pleaded. 

“For what?” He asked, over his shoulder. 

“For my date tonight.” She blushed, feeling a mix of timidness and excitement about the prospect of tonight. 

A myriad of emotions played across his face at the sudden reveal, pulling his attention away from the show playing on the tv. His jaw clenched, almost involuntarily, every muscle in his face tensed up as he grappled with the unwelcome news. 

“You have so many clothes… How do you not have something to wear?” He asked. 

“I just want to make a good first impression. I want to look sexy, but also elegant… ya know?” She explained, completely oblivious to his agitation. 

He rolled his eyes and his hand dismissively waved her away before returning his attention to the tv. His tongue flicked against his lip ring, annoyed at how giddy she seemed over this date. She had never met him before; he felt it was silly that she had such high hopes over this first meeting. Online dating never works out.

“What about this?” She asked. 

Jungkook glanced over his shoulder, momentarily wiping away his tense expression. She spun around slowly, mostly because the pencil skirt she wore was quite tight. But she really liked the way her silky blouse reflected under the warm lights and cropped blazer in case she got cold. Jungkook shook his head.

“Are you going to an interview?” He asked.

She scoffed, “But the cropped blazer… It’s chic…” She argued.

Her voice trailed off when he dismissively waved and turned back around. She sighed and shuffled back into her room. She grabbed the next outfit, a pastel lavender pleated skirt with a cream sweater. When she stepped out and cleared her throat. He glanced over and shook his head. She groaned and marched right back into her room. 

“Aren’t you just meeting him for the first time?” He shouted from the other room.

“Yeah, but I really want it to go well.” She shouted back from her room.

He rolled his eyes, fingers starting to tap against the arm of the couch. “Why even put in that much effort? What if he looks nothing like his photo?” He posed. 

“Well… I think it’s fine unless he’s totally catfishing me. Plus, we had great convos and a lot in common.” She reasoned. 

He chewed against his lip, tongue darting out to play with his lip rings. He kinda felt sick by her optimism, especially given how much of a romantic she is. What if he makes a move on her and she’s not feeling him, but she’s too afraid that he’ll retaliate? What if she can’t escape him? What if he’s totally creepy? All those questions only made him sink further into the couch, contemplating in silence.

Her hands dug through the pile and landed on a sexier dress. She landed on a little shimmery black dress with a low v-cut that clung to the curves of her body. It was bolder and she was able to move a bit better with this dress.

“Ok, what about this?” She walked out with a confident smile. 

He turned his head, jaw clenched at the way the dress just stopped at the bottom curve of her ass. This time, he took a longer moment to admire the dress on her. His heart raced, the smile on her face as she twirled. He could only hope he wasn’t drooling at the little seductive dance moves she was doing to show off her dress. She looked breathtaking, but his stomach churned, remembering that this was for some random man she had never met.  

“Are you guys going to the club?” He asked, keeping his face neutral so she didn’t catch him ogling at her.

She scoffed and whined, “No! We’re going to a fancy restaurant for dinner.” 

“Are you sure? Didn’t you wear this dress to the club last month?” He snidely remarked.

Her tongue ran along the inside of her cheek. She crossed her arms and held her tongue. She wasn’t understanding why all of the sudden his mood changed. He was acting like helping her pick out an outfit was taking up so much of his time. Plus, he was trying to kill time before he was going to leave to meet up with his friends. 

She marched right back into her room and sighed, staring at her closet. Maybe she shouldn’t try so hard. She closed her eyes and raised a finger. She blindly moved her finger left to right several times and randomly stopped. She opened her eyes and just grabbed the dress she was pointing to. A black satin silk slip dress that flowed down to her shins. 

It was simple, but she was tired of changing to another outfit. So, she slipped on her heels, deciding that this was the outfit regardless of what Jungkook said. She checked herself in front of the mirror, her hands ran down the fabric to make sure the dress settled nicely. 

The tv was still playing in the background, but his legs were swung over the arm of the couch. She took so long changing that Jungkook started playing on his phone. He scrolled through his feed, in between, texting with the guys to solidify their plans. He hoped he could distract himself so he could ignore how ticked and sour he was feeling. 

His eyes lifted from his phone upon hearing the clicking of her heels. His eyes widened, following her every step she took toward him. His jaw dropped, mouth agape and soaking in the way her dress clung beautifully to the curve of her body. 

“Give me a fucking break…” He mumbled under his breath.

She stopped in place, her confident resolve faltered upon hearing what he mumbled. She scoffed and glanced down at her outfit. 

“Jeez, Kook… is it really that bad?” She asked, her voice small and disheartened.

“W-what? No!” He pushed himself up from the couch and walked over towards her. 

He forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes and reached out to hold her hand.

“You look so beautiful.” He breathed. 

“Really?”

He nodded eagerly. She felt her heart skip a beat under his admiring gaze. A relieved smile spread on her lips. Even though she wasn’t going to change, she was glad he approved. He lifted her hand over her head and twirled her. His eyes ran over every inch of her body and trailed back to her flushed smiling face, lingering a bit too long on her cherry plump lips. 

“Is he picking you up?” He asked, slightly swinging their hands.

“Yeah, he’s going to call me when he’s here.” She swung her hand with him.  

He nodded, “Where are you going?” 

“You know that restaurant at the pier? The one with the tapas? Near the fancy apartments? We’re going there!” She excitedly revealed, going back to her room to grab her earrings.  

He bitterly nodded. His lips pursed tightly, remembering it was a restaurant she had wanted to go to for awhile. He had been meaning to make a reservation, but now he’s too late. Instead, some asshole gets to have a wonderful dinner with her. 

“Well at least I know where to pick you up if anything goes wrong.”  He offered.

She rolled her eyes and playfully smacked his arm. “Ha. Ha. Of course you would think that.”

“Not because of you, stupid. I know guys on those dating apps… they’re mostly trash.” He gave her hand a light squeeze. 

“Well Kook, could you at least pretend that it will go well?” She asked, putting on her dangling earrings.

He stared down at her hopeful eyes. How could he crush her spirit when her eyes were gleaming with optimism? So, he nodded and forced a smile, even when he was hoping that she would end up disliking the guy. 

“So when are you going out?” She asked, snapping him out of his trance. 

“Oh… right. Umm…” His eyes averted to the floor. If he was honest, all the excitement he had earlier had faded. All he wanted to do was curl up on that couch with some popcorn and sulk. 

“Actually, some of the guys couldn’t make it, so we’re rescheduling.” He lied. 

“Oh no…” Her shoulders slumped, feeling disappointed for him.

He could tell she was disappointed for him from the pout on her lips. He shrugged casually, offering her a small smile. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a hot date with the couch and a bowl of popcorn.” He got up from the couch and gave her shoulder a gentle pat. 

Jungkook headed over to the kitchen so he could make a bowl of popcorn. Just as she was about to follow him, her phone rang and she hurried back into her room to pick it up. 

“Hi… oh you’re already here? No, I’m all dressed, I’ll be down in a couple of minutes.” She sandwiched the phone between her shoulder and ear, while she shoved all the items she needed into her purse. 

Jungkook looked like he was making popcorn, but his ears were perked up, listening to their conversation. He could only hear parts of their conversation as she scrambled, her heels clanking around. He waited beside the microwave as the kernels popped, eyes watching her retouch her lip gloss. She waved at him, mouthing ‘see you later’ as she headed straight to the door. He nodded and flashed a smile, waving back at her until she slipped out the door. He sighed once he was left with only the sound of the popping kernels and the microwave. 

Jungkook plopped onto the couch and put on an action movie. He sunk into the couch with the bowl of buttery popcorn on his stomach. He wondered if she had fallen for him already. Was he charming? Was she giggling at his jokes? What if she spends the night with him? His face contorted into a grimace, already sick and tired of the scenarios he kept distracting himself from the movie. He groaned, feeling pathetic with one hand in a bowl of popcorn, watching a predictable action movie with his other hand in his pants.

He goes through a couple of bowls of popcorn and a few more action/thriller movies. It wasn’t long until she returned home. Confused, Jungkook sat up and peeked up from the couch. 

“Uh… I thought you’d be out longer.” He commented, noticing her slumped shoulders. 

She slung her purse off her shoulder, carelessly tossing it on the counter as she made her way to the couch.

“Don’t even start…” She grumbled and plopped right beside him, shifting her body to lay her head onto his lap.

She couldn’t believe how wrong she was about her date. The food was great, that was to be expected, but the connection she thought she had with her date was so wrong. Her date ended up being condescending and just aggressive, totally the opposite of how he was like over messages. The date left her drained and tired and she just wanted to go home. 

He sighed and brushed her hair back, “I won’t… was the food good though?” He asked, diverting the topic.

“So fucking good! I wanted to order something for you, but I couldn’t leave fast enough.” She groaned.  

“You should have called! I would have gotten you.” He gently scolded and continued to run his fingers along her hair. 

She sighed, “I know… but after that disaster, I just wanted a drink.”

He nodded along, while she relaxed from his fingers brushing through her hair. A small smile on his face comforted her, at times like this, she’s thankful to have him here. She reached up to cup his right cheek and he leaned into the warmth of her palm. He tenderly gazed down at her, soaking in such an intimate and warm moment. Her thumb brushed against the apples of his cheek a couple of times, then playfully pinched his cheek.

“Ah! Yah! That hurts.” He scolded, making her burst into laughter. 

“How was your night?” She asked, pushing herself off of his lap.

She snuggled close into his side and rested her legs over his lap. He stretched his arm across her back and pulled her close, leaning his head against her’s.

Seeing her in a better mood, he teased her. “Boring, compared to yours.” 

She rolled her eyes and lightly hit him. “Shut up! If I knew, I would have stayed in with you.” 

“Yeah? I’m sure I would have taken you out on a better date.” He confidently said. 

She looked up at him to find him beaming down at her, donning an arrogant smirk on his lips. She burst into laughter, shaking her head at him. Jungkook could always make her laugh at the best times.  

“Yeah, probably!” She agreed.

He chuckled, but pressed a kiss against the top of her head. “You deserve to be taken on a really good date.” He said sincerely. 

Seeing how serious and sincere he was, she blushed. Her heart raced, feeling her cheeks warm under his affectionate gaze. He slipped his fingers in between the spaces of her fingers and held her hand tightly. Bashful, she chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying to fight the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

His eyes trailed down to her lips, enticed by the shine from her gloss. She swallowed nervously as he slowly lowered his head. Her eyes slowly closed the closer he got, a quiet moan when his lips captured hers. 

When his lips moved against her lips, she felt sparks throughout her body. She melted into his chest, throwing her leg over to straddle him. His arms circled around her body, his hands ran up and down her arms as he deepened their kiss. It felt so right, despite the glaring fact that they were friends and roommates. 

Her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging him closer as she tilted her head, allowing him more access. His tongue slipped past her lips, tasting the faintness of wine. Her body was molded into his chest as his hands ran down her spine. Her hips twitched, upon feeling a tent form in his pants, earning him a quiet moan, breaking their kiss. 

A shiver traveled down her spine, goosebumps peppered the surface of her arms as he kissed down along her neck. His lips nipped softly, leaving marks all over her neck. She grinded against his tent, trying to relieve the ache between her thighs. 

“Please…” She whispered, hugging his head closer. 

He groaned against her soft skin, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. “Tell me what you want.” He mumbled. 

Her hips rocked against him, feeling a pool of wetness as his lips sucked the sensitive spot underneath her jaw. The grasp she had on his hair tightened, tugging harder against his scalp. 

“Kook… I want you…” She breathed, squirming in his arms. 

“F-fuck…” He cursed, surrendering to the tightness of his pants.

He wrapped her legs around him and pushed up off the couch. His lips once again captured hers as he carried her into his room. There was a tiny voice that shouted at him to stop, that he could ruin their friendship. But the angry erection restrained in his pants was urging him to take it further. His mind was filled with the desire of knowing how she would feel wrapped around him. 

While he wrestled with his desire, she fully gave into her body’s desire. Especially when he looked at her like that, when he kissed her like that. Maybe it was the wine coursing through her veins, she wanted all of him. She wanted so badly to be fucked right and she fully trusted Jungkook to touch her right. 

—

The sunlight lit the room through the translucent curtains. Birds already started chirping outside and the sky was blue and clear. Jungkook stared hard at one spot in the ceiling. His mind started to drift off to the memories of last night. He swallowed nervously when his cock twitched remembering the feeling of her warm thighs straddling him. Blood rushed down to his groin upon remembering how gorgeous she looked with her head thrown back, her juicy lips parted with the most delicious sounds coming out of her mouth. His cock throbbed painfully, pulling him out of his lustful trance. 

He wasn’t the only one panicking over last night. She couldn’t believe she’s naked and thoroughly satiated laying next to him. To add more to her horror, her thighs squeezed together yearning for him to bring out another orgasm as she remembered the way he mercilessly drilled into her from behind in front of her mirror.

“That wasn't very friend-like of us…” He finally spoke, his hand slowly slipping under the sheet to hide his erection. 

“No… it wasn’t.” She mumbled. 

Her tongue darted out to run over her lips. What should she even do? Did she ruin their friendship? Are they even friends anymore when she’s come undone multiple times with his cock buried deep inside her. Her heart was racing and she was trying so hard to ignore her hot and aching core. 

He awkwardly turned his head to look over at her. The minute his eyes landed on her, the dread stirring in his stomach faded away. Instead, he was captivated by the glow of her skin from the morning sun, the blush on her cheeks. It was that moment, he realized, he wanted to wake up to her every morning. 

Unsure with how she felt, he shifted over to his side to look at her, but kept his hands to himself. Feeling his gaze on her, she quickly stole a glance, only to avert her gaze instantly when their eyes met. He chuckled at her reaction, slipping his hand underneath his pillow to settle comfortably. Curious by his laughter, she bravely looked back at him. 

“Cute,” He gushed, reaching over to brush stray strands of hair behind her ear. 

The gentle touch of his fingers against the shell of her ear made her cheeks heat up some more. She curled her arms against her chest and snuggled closer bashfully. The back of his hand brushed against her cheek, his eyes trying to remember every inch of her face. 

“What do we do now?” She whispered. 

“I know what I want to do…” He smirked, slipping his arm over her waist and pulling her close enough for him to kiss her.

She playfully nudged him away, “I’m serious!” She scolded him. 

He sighed, “I know…” He pulled her flush against his chest.

His stomach flipped at how nervous she looked. The realization sank in, he didn’t want to go back to being friends. And he hoped she felt the same way. 

“Say something.” She insisted, terrified by his silence. 

“I don’t want us to be friends anymore…” He said, his hands caressed circles into her waist.

Her stomach sank. “What?” She gasped.

“I want to wake up with you in my arms every morning. I think I’ve been in love with you for a while, but I was too scared to do anything about it. Until you kissed me.” He revealed, feeling her tense body relax from his confession.

“Really?” She breathed with a surprised smile.

He nodded, which put a bigger smile on her face. His hands reached up to cradle her face, his thumb tenderly stroked her cheek. She leaned into his touch, butterflies fluttering in her stomach from his warm gaze.

“So?” He timidly asked, rounded eyes anxiously stared deep into her eyes.

“So… what?” She slowly asked. 

He rolled his eyes at her coyness. “Do you feel the same?” He asked, holding his breath. 

She bit down onto her lip and nodded. Her hands pulled his hands away and pressed a soft kiss against his knuckles. 

“I need to hear it, sweet girl.” He firmly said, sending tingles down her spine, instantly recalling the many pet names he called her while her body squirm underneath him, 

“I love you too.” She admitted, leaning in to kiss his lips. 

“Good, because you’re never getting rid of me.” He said against her lips.

He smiled into their kiss, his arms pulling her onto his chest, fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss.

"There are different kinds of soulmates. 12 to be exact." Ms. Whitehurst says while sat with MBG. "When we think of that term, we think so one dimensional. But no matter lover or friend or partner... We are all connected on a spiritual level. And therefore... We can all have a soul mate from the past that will find us one day, again."

First type of Soul Mate: The Soul Crossing Mate

“Soul Crossings: This phenomenon can happen with friends or lovers or colleagues, when for a short amount of time you are thrown together and share amazing experiences and awakenings in a past life before one of you is ripped away. They may find you in the next life. And hopefully… the outcome will be different.”

Warning(s): Curs!ng, SMUT, Ment!ons of Unal!ving, Angst (read at your own risk)

******************************************

“Fuck. Fuck.” Jungkook whispers as he barges into his bedroom while you stand by the window, looking out into the courtyard, your heart racing like it’s been all this morning.

“I told him. I told him, I told him I don't… That I don't want her. I told him that if he did this, what I would do. And he… He called my bluff. And I'm a fucking coward for it…” Jungkook whispers when the bedroom door is finally shut, and it makes you hum. You can only manage that noise. You can’t even bring yourself to look at him as he rambles on.

“My father will marry me off for an alliance with a woman I don't even love…” He whispers quietly to himself, and you shut your eyes, your hands gripping your raggedy maid apron.

“You should be lucky.” You finally say, still facing away from him. He looks at you in disbelief. “The princess is… She’s beautiful.” You whisper, your throat burning at that comment. You knew. You always knew that what you and the prince had was strictly for the shadows. You were foolish to think of a future with him as you laid tangled under his sheets.

“Don’t. Y/N. Don’t, because… She’s not you.” Jungkook whispers. “She's… She'll never be… You.” He states as you hold yourself.

“We knew this would never be okay.” You shake your head, finally turning to face him and it’s your greatest mistake, because you instantly feel tears threaten to escape your eyes.

“We? No. I always knew this was right. I… I don't… I don't want to marry that woman.” He says, venom in his voice and it makes you shiver.

“But for your father? For your kingdom? You have to. A good prince is not selfish. You are not selfish. Marrying her… it’ll bring guaranteed peace to both kingdoms.” You say. It hurt to say this, but you knew deep down, Jungkook cared for his people. And this was for the best.

“But I…” His voice cracks a bit as he moves closer to you. “I don't want to stop… No. I can’t stop loving you." He says stubbornly. You sigh tiredly.

“Prince-" He cuts you off from even thinking to refer to him like that.

“No. No. You know my name. You… You moaned it out so beautifully just this morning…” He whispers as he walks closer. You can only look down. “I… I don't want to do this…” He whispers. “I don't want to-" It’s your turn to cut him off now.

“But you have to. You have to. Please, my love. Please. For your people. You know it’s what’s best.” You shake your head. “This is… Something you need to do.” You try quietly.

“No. No.” He says, always one to fight. “I need you. I need you always. I…” He moves to you fully now, grabbing your arms.

“I need you to say you still love me. Even if I have to do my duty. Duty to this kingdom, to my father, I need to hear that you need me… Just as badly as I’ll always need you.” He whispers as he looks you straight in the eyes and tears fall freely now.

“I can’t love a man who has a duty to another woman.” You whisper as he grabs your upper arms a bit firmer.

“A duty to a woman that will be loveless. Know that my heart… That my everything will be yours.” He whispers as he looks into your eyes.

“Know that… One day… One day she might be queen. And one day she might bear me a son. But my heart. My soul. My being… will always belong to you.” He whispers as you stare at him with a longing gaze, but your heart ached in an indescribable way.

"Please Y/N. Know nothing will ever change that. I will never... Let anything or anyone... Hurt you." He whispers and you want to laugh bitterly. Because his loving gaze hurts just as much as this news. But you believe him. And that adds to the pain.

"They can never find out. No one must ever know." You point out quietly as you look at him. He takes you in as you are at this very moment, and he shuts his eyes.

"I wish I could runaway..." He finally whispers.

"The people need this. Your people need this union-" He cuts you off.

"And what about what I need?!" Jungkook snaps as he looks at you. You pause as you watch him closely, holding your breath at his outburst.

"We are on the brink of war. This marriage can solve everything..." You finally whisper, wanting him to think rationally. But for as long as you've known the prince, he's always been... A more emotional thinker.

"And this should be a good thing." You try quietly as he moves away from you and goes back to pacing the floor/

"But it's not. It not, it's not, it's..." Jungkook pauses for a moment as the tears finally slide down his cheeks. "Fuck..." He whispers as he lets the realization finally envelop him. He is not yours and he never was. And you were silly for ever trying to be his...

You move to hold him tightly in your arms and he scrunches down a bit to rest his head on your shoulder as his calloused hands grip the thin fabric of your maid uniform.

He chokes back an angry sob as he grips your waist tighter, eyes shutting in a calmness that he only gets when around you. "When you hold me in your arms... I feel like I can take on the world..." He whispers between sniffles. He nuzzles more into the cork of your neck.

"I love you..." He breathes out shakily and you shut your eyes to stay in this moment for as long as you can. You'd fight the angels above to stop time at this very second if you could.

He breathes in once more to regain some strength. "I will always... Love you. And I will never... Ever... Leave you." He whispers against your skin and the shivers are very noticeable...

"Say it." He whispers against your neck, and you can't push him away as he holds you tighter against him. "Please. Say it back..." He whispers. Your eyes squeeze shut as you fight against your own mind.

"I will always love you, my prince. And... I will never leave you." You whisper finally, your chest tightening because you meant every word. But the idea of him wrapped in another woman's wedding ring... It haunted you already.

"Thank you. Thank you..." Jungkook breathes out, pulling back only to catch your lips in a passionate entanglement. You kiss back feverishly.

"I need you." He breathes against your lips, and you whimper softly at the statement. He pulls away fully from your lips. "I need you now." He whispers as he grips the edge of your dress.

"Take this off." He demands, always an impatient one. It makes you blush as you hurriedly untie your apron while he helps to unzip the back of your dress.

As he disrobes you, you hurriedly unbutton his black vest and go for the shirt under it. "Just rip it. Rip it off..." He encourages hotly against your neck. You do just that and the shirt slides down his toned arms before he grabs you up and carries you to bed.

Dropping you on to the cold satin sheets, you're quick to remove his belt and yank down his pants. Today had shown you both one major thing. You had no more spare time to waste. You only had now. Now to be selfish, now to be lustful. Now to sin and break the king's ruling.

No royal shall ever sleep with a commoner.

Without a second thought, your hand wraps around his thick member, stroking it slowly as he gasps in pure pleasure. "Just like that. Look at me. Look into my eyes." He pants lustfully and you look up at him with eyes full of adoration. There was no hiding this love...

"I've said it before. And I'll say it again. You are mine. Now until forever." He shivers against your lips as you slide your hand up his cock, feeling it harden in your grasp.

"I love you. I love you..." He moans and kisses you lovingly as you lay back on the bed with him on top of you, his cock in your hand, getting solid with every stroke of your soft hand around it.

"No more." He finally pants as his hips jerk against your hand.

"My prince, I-" He cuts you off.

"Let me service you, my love. Let me worship... The only body I will ever need in my life." He breathes out before kissing along your neck and towards your breasts.

You loosen your hand from around his cock as you gasp softly. His kisses never failed to leave a trail of fire in their wake. "Don't hold back. Let your moans be heard. Let everyone know... Who I truly honor." He whispers against your left nipple before his lips wrap around the nub, making you moan more, back aching.

"Let them hear." He whispers against your nipple. "Let them warn the princess." He moves to suck on your right nipple for a moment as your head rolls back into his bed that you've made your home for the past year. "That I love someone else. That she will never compare... She will never get this from me. Because I am yours..." He whispers and moves further down your body.

"My prince..." You breathe out in contentment. The sensation of floating is not lost on you.

Without another word, he gets to work devouring you in a desperate way. His tongue flicks your clit with determination to make you melt and he's fast to slurp up the juices that collect.

"Oh my... Jungkook!" You moan, hand gripping his mess of curls.

"Louder. Louder..." He mumbles against your clit and the vibrations only add to your pleasure. "Say how much... You... Like it..." He mumbles against your wet slot.

"I love it! Oh my... Gods above. Yes!" You cry out, unable to contain your volume at this moment. Your thighs clench as you feel yourself teetering at the edge of bliss...

"Mm... You're going to cum, aren't you. Cum. My good girl. Cum for me... Let them hear..." He mutters against your clit before sucking harder, making your entire body tremble as you grip his hair in both hands now. You feel your mind going quiet as you focus on the feeling of now. And now, right now, you had your gorgeous lover between your legs, begging for your cum in the mix of his heavy breathing and hard grip on your hips to keep you in place.

"You will... Always be my... Good girl..." He mumbles as he gets you over the edge. You scream out, unable to hold back at this moment. You cum all over his mouth and he hungrily sucks it up. You whimper as you try pushing at his head.

"Sensitive?" He teases against your thigh before licking the juices that had leaked along your inner thigh. Your eyes shut in pleasure.

"Jungkook..." You whisper as reality creeps back in. You'd just been loud. What if someone heard?

"Hey. No. no, no. None of that." He whispers back. He could always read your mind. "Just move your head. No talking. No thinking. Do you want me?" He whispers as he rests his chin on your stomach gently. You sigh shakily and shut your eyes before you give in. You nod slowly and he leans up to kiss you deeply. You can taste yourself on his tongue as it dances with yours.

"I love your sounds..." He mumbles against your mouth as it hangs open while you pant in a heated need for more. He gets fully on top of you and you feel how hard he is as it nuzzles against your wet folds.

"Say you want me. Say you love me, Y/N." He breathes out as he holds your face, looking into your eyes. You look up at him. It's just you two in this moment. Your mind pictures a perfect world where this wouldn't end in heartache. Where you'd be his for a moment outside of the bedroom. But she will get that. She will get a husband, a king, a father to her child. And you... You will get this moment.

"I love you. I want you. My prince..." You give in quietly.

With no other words, his hand goes around your throat comfortingly before he sinks into you slowly to make it last. You whine quietly and your head rolls back as he claims you. His body could always tower over yours and his strong hand around your neck could only compare to the other hand he placed on your hip to hold you in place fully. He grunts as he thrusts deeper into you, and you've never felt fuller than you do in this moment...

"You're my queen. My queen..." He breathes out roughly as he takes you with a full sense of desire that leaves you thoughtless and moral-less.

"Jungkook!" You cry out as your hands grip his shoulders desperately to hang on to something.

"Beautiful. Yes. Don't hold back. Let them hear. Let the heavens know. This is what a true angel sounds like..." He grunts in your ear as he hits your spot hard to make you moan out more. He controlled your body more than you ever could...

"Fuck. The way your pussy just... Grips on me." He groans as he pumps his hips faster. Your legs hook around his hips as your nails dig into his perfect skin, hoping to mark him for eternity.

"You're perfect. Mine. All mine. And I'm yours." He pants against your lips and you nod fast.

"Mine. Mine." Is all you can say back as your eyes roll shut.

"My queen. She won't get this. She will never get to have this because I am yours only yours..." He whispers before kissing along your cheek and down to your neck. You enjoy the pleasure. The sense of feeling full of him, the sounds of passion he makes, the way his body found a way to always fully engulf yours.

"I love you..." You cry out as you drag your nails down his bare back. This was reminding you of exactly why you fell i love in the first place.

"I... I'm going to... Cum!" You moan loudly as you wrap your legs fully around his hips. He couldn't go. You couldn't let him go...

"Cum. Cum for me. My queen..." Jungkook pants as it hits you hard all at once. In the next moment, you're feeling full of his hot seed as you both come down from your highs slowly. Like a feather floating through the air.

Your eyes stay shut as you focus on his lips all over your face. "I know. I know this is a lot. But I will not share a room with her. I will not... I will not be... A husband to her." He whispers as you come back to the truth. You are a servant. Not his wife. Not his queen.

"Y/N. Are you listening?" He whispers as he lifts your chin. You finally open your eyes and meet his warm gaze. "She may have my hand in the public eye. But you have my heart. And I will rest by your side every night. Until my last breath..." He whispers and you can only bring yourself to nod. But your teeth are digging into your tongue.

He kisses your forehead tenderly and pulls out of you slowly to hold you in his arms as you truly think about the life you will live after today. No other words are spoken as you rest in his arms before a stone is set on your chest.

You know what must be done...

**********************************

With hectic footsteps and heavy breathing, Jungkook runs down the stone steps to the dungeon, tears threatening to fall the second he sees his true love behind the iron bars. "What is the meaning of this?! I want her released! Immediately!" He orders, voice booming through the cold, dark, and moist basement.

"I'm sorry, Prince. Orders from the king. She is to be held here until her hanging. Which is tomorrow at dawn." The guard says, head bowed.

"And what the hell is her crime?!" Jungkook says as you walk closer to the iron bars of your cell.

"Seducing Royalty, sir." The guard says softly. "We have her confession." He continues. Jungkook finally looks over at you and you see the confusion and hurt on his face. He walks closer to your cell and the guard avoids his eyes out of respect.

"What... Y/N, I... I don't understand." He whispers, a broken man at this point, more than he'd been earlier today.

"Jungkook..." You whisper as you reach out through the bars to hold his face. "I... I cannot love half of you." You whisper as his tears fall freely.

"So, my punishment is to lose all of you?!" He snaps in a rage that can only come from fear and pain. You shut your eyes, unable to witness the seed of despair you'd just planted into your lover's soul...

"Look at me." He whispers and you try to pull away, but he grabs your hands tighter to hold them against his face. "Why?" He chokes out through a sob.

You finally open your eyes to look at him. "We don't get this lifetime. I would've fought any god to keep this love with you. But they never paid mind to us." You whisper as you look him in the eyes.

"I'm not done with you." He whispers as he looks you deep in your eyes and you slowly slide your hands from his.

"I am not yours anymore..." You whisper back as you hold back your tears. Someone had to stay strong. He stares at you, unblinking. The hurt is clear as day on his face as he shakes his head at you slowly.

"I will never... Forgive you." He whispers quietly.

You shut your eyes at that, those words adding to your already heavy heart...

************PRESENT DAY**************

You open your eyes and blush a bit as you're met with your boyfriend of five months staring back at you. He smiles peacefully at you, and you playfully cover his face with your hand. "Morning to you too..." He laughs softly against your hand, and you smile as you sit up in bed tiredly.

"What time is it?" You mutter as you go to grab your phone from the nightstand.

"9am. But... It's Saturday. Day off. You know what that means..." He trails off playfully and you jokingly gasp.

"Do I actually get you to myself!?!" You jokingly question as you eye your idol boyfriend.

"Ha-ha. Yes. I am all yours today, my queen." He teases back and you pause at the nickname and hum a bit.

"I actually like the sound of that..." You whisper as you smile up at him while he plays with your messy bed head...

*************************************************

Hope ya'll liked it! Yoongi's past life will be released Next Saturday the 13th! Keep an eye out for that post! And have a good night!

fan identity → jjk

✳ fic type: social media au, enemies to lovers

✳ pairing: social media influencer! jungkook x social media influencer! female reader

✳ genre: enemies to lovers, crack, fluff, slight angst

✳ warnings: swearing

✳ status: completed

✳ updates: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, 10 PM KST/9AM ET

SYNOPSIS: 

♡ in which you and jungkook are both famous internet celebrities that have never interacted, but share a common secret. you both have fan accounts for each other where you actively show support and express your opinions. one day, you were both nominated for the same award, social media influencer of the year. lowkey rooting for the other, you both express your opinions on your secret fan accounts as certain interactions begin to arise from a famous fan account dedicated to your “opponent” nominee.

→ parts:

reader’s profiles

jungkook’s profiles

part one | the nomination

part two | sedate her

part three | i’m being cancelled??

part four | friendly banter

part five | you can’t read

part six | blair witch

part seven | friends on this bird app

part eight | twenty q’s

part nine | manifesting a jungkook live

part ten | chill music

part eleven | freaky coincidence

part twelve | whose eyes

part thirteen | i like her

part fourteen | decalcomania

part fifteen | jungkook noticed me

part sixteen | done hiding

part seventeen | this just in

part eighteen | museum date

part nineteen | where is jungkook?

part twenty | a short hiatus

part twenty-one | similar tweets

part twenty-two | i miss you

part twenty-three | hello, blair witch

part twenty-four | friendzoned

part twenty-five | starting over

part twenty-six | exchanging numbers

part twenty-seven | regrets

part twenty-eight | she said yes

part twenty-nine | change of plans

part thirty | snake diss track

part thirty-one | drinks on me

part thirty-two | goodbye, jungkook

part thirty-three | enjoy the press

part thirty-four | jungkook’s plan

part thirty-five | whatever happens

part thirty-six | and the winner is…

epilogue | one year later

✳ a/n: hello, this is my very first social media au and I’m still getting the hang of using the apps I use to make it so I apologize for the minor errors if there are any. I’m very excited to work on this, so i hope you guys like it! :) if you’d like to send questions or comments, feel free to leave me an ask!

;the touch of silk (m)

In a world where vampires coexist with the living, there are many humans looking for a cheap thrill…you’re ashamed to admit you’re curious too, putting to good use a dating app you find…but Min Yoongi is nothing like you imagined a vampire to be…

pairing; min yoongi x reader genre/warnings; (slight) sugar daddy! yoongi, vampire! yoongi, smut, romance, blood mentions, but nothing too crazy words; 14,221

⇶ more; black honey—sunday mornings—small things

⤑ read over on ao3 here

Keep reading

pairing: idol!namjoon x reader genres: social media au, idol au, ?????? warnings: suggestive sexual content, some cursing, implied sex, fat shaming rating: PG13, unless stated in the part status: completed

notes: reader is foreign, meaning not Korean, plus sized and feminine. the faceless photos i am using for them reflects this. also, assume the boys are speaking/typing in korean to each other, and interacting with YN in English unless otherwise stated. don’t think too much about it, the language isn’t the main point of the story

summary: after meeting in a cafe, you and joon find each other on social media. he offers to help you with your language studies as he travels for “work”.

(📄) - written

Prologue 📄 Public Profiles Private Profiles (01) doubt you’ll find her (02) 심쿵 in english? (03) keep talking, kook (04) #AudioPoetry (05) well, that’s not good (06) oh. i can explain. (07) damn right kim namjoon (08) … so you’re hard? (09) so fucking worried (10) consensual handcuffs (11) collection of ties (12) don’t be jealous  (13) so worth it (14) kook, give it back (15) scream-tweeting (16) sex week (17) foot ENTER mouth (18) scared to love (19) NAMGI NEVER DIES (20) who or what is NURI? (21) ROLL THE DICE (22) WHY U SO GOOD? (23) unfortunate 📄 (24) double 1s (25) #GroupChatBros (26) staying for breakfast? (27) six months later (epilogue)

taglist:

@agustdez / @zxlla / @dreamcatcherjiah / @anothermisspark / @rjsmochii / @colourfulnightmare / @dinopowa / @yuusilverscar / @thisrandombitch / @mini-coop25 / @xxxanimangxxx / @ephyra1230 / @wystfulaster