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I woke up thinking about yandere!namjoon so that’s next!
All my brain can think is: write jealous!yeosang write jealous!yeosang!!!
Found your blog on a recommendation for Whose Idea Was It, Though? It was so good. I kinda wish it was a longer one shot. I'm so curious to see all the annoying things he did to her that led up to her taking him as her plus one. For being super annoying, he sure is hot!!
Omggg hiiii darling! Thank you so much the feedback. It makes me really happy you enjoyed this fic. Actually, that would be so great! The brain is thinking things. I would gladly be writing more to this…maybe even their first date (;
Silk & Fire - Chapter 1
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pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook
guest starring: jin, yoongi, hoseok
genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI
summary: it's your best friend's engagement party and you agree to meet everyone at the venue. however, you end up running late and in danger. fortunately, someone's there to offer a helping hand... or hands.
status: in progress
warnings: mentions of anxiety
wc: 1.7k words
a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨
do not copy or translate
“Babe, you’ll look amazing no matter what you wear,” Namjoon puts his book down to look at you. “I love that dress on you,” he smiles, dimples showing.
“You’ve said the same thing about the last six outfits I’ve tried on,” you laugh.
“I am just being honest”.
Namjoon leaves his comfy reading chair and walks over to your figure. You stand in front of the mirror and stand on your tippy toes mimicking how you would look in heels. Strong arms hug you from behind, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. Namjoon has been quite busy with work lately and in moments like this he wishes he could whisk you away and take you somewhere secluded, nice, romantic, where only the two of you existed. But alas, this wasn’t that day.
In a couple of hours, you two would be at your best friend’s engagement party, who would have thought she would be the marrying kind after all? Everyone would be there, including the one friend you have never met in person. You are quite excited to meet him finally, he has been travelling around the world for the past year, and in your eight months of dating Namjoon, all the group of friends can talk about is how much they miss their group of 7.
“You smell so good, you always do,” Namjoon whispers and plants a kiss on your soft skin.
You run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to make time go still, but your eyes catch the clock by your nightstand and you jump.
“Fuck, Joon! Look at the time. I have to go to the salon, the dry cleaners, go get my shoes…”
Namjoon laughs at the way you rush around your shared house, he asked you to move in while you celebrated your 7th month together. The question came abruptly out of his mouth, but it felt right. He knew you were very special from the moment he laid eyes on you. Your looks are breathtaking for sure, but Namjoon felt an intense attraction to you because of your energy and intellect. You are sharp and smart, in a very different way than he is, and that makes him head over heels for you.
“Alright, alright… Sure you don’t want me to pick you up and get there together?”
“The salon is right across the venue, I’ll walk there once I’m done. Don’t worry, love,” you smile at him.
You should have listened to your boyfriend. You should have. Honestly, at least if he were here, you would not feel this stress. It is 7:30 p.m., and you should already be at the venue calming your best friend’s nerves. You are the maid of honour after all. But things went south from the moment the dry cleaners didn’t have your dress ready and you were far behind with your hair.
“Please just do whatever… the easiest thing. Anything! I really need to go,” you beg at the stylist, and even though she does try, your anxiety isn’t going anywhere.
By the time you finish, it’s 8:02 p.m. Your bestie sends you text after text.
Where the fuck are you?
Are you close?
Hello!????
I’m freaking out please, are you ok?
You feel too guilty and anxious to give a full explanation so you just text her one sentence.
I’ll be there in 5.
You quickly make your way out of the salon and cross the street. The night is a bit cold and windy, your cheeks hurt a little from the cool air brushing against your face. You run in your heels praying you don’t twist your ankle. As you try to look for your lipstick in your clutch, you find yourself already a few steps away from the hotel door. The revolving door activates as you step in but it stops, leaving a small space open between the glass and the entrance.
“Fuck!” you bang on the door to try and move it, but nothing happens.
A muffled voice comes from the outside. You turn around to find a cheeky smile, lip piercing, and big doe eyes looking right into yours.
“What?” your voice is louder than usual since you can’t hear him properly.
His face now comes closer to the reduced space between the glass and the entrance.
“You need to step back.”
You try to move but it seems pointless and your anxiety peaks when it dawns on you that you may be trapped here for a long time. Your breath is heavy and your palms start to sweat. Hell, your vision is blurry. The man watches you lose it in a matter of seconds, and he would be damned if he didn’t do something about it. Somehow, his large frame squeezed through the little space left, catching you before you fell to your knees.
“Darling, if you are going to get on your knees for me it better not be like this.”
You try to focus your eyes on the man that helps you stand. Your face leaning against his crisp white shirt, makeup transferring a little bit onto it.
“Are you okay?”
And now you get a closer look. His long dark hair falls graciously on his forehead and temples, the rest of it framing his beautiful face. It is a mystery how he squeezed in with those broad shoulders and big arms. Those same arms holding you in place.
“Breathe,” he gives you a warm smile.
So you breathe and try to pull yourself together, but his hands reach your waist and pull you against him. A gasp leaves your lips.
“See?” he points at a tiny red dot near the door. “That’s a sensor, if you stand up too close you might get stuck. You just need to move a little bit–” and he pulls you even closer to him, his hips slightly gracing your body. “--back,” and that does the trick.
Finally the door moves. Just as hotel employees are coming to your rescue.
“It’s okay, I'm fine!” you yell running to the elevator.
The man calmly walks after you and watches you desperately run.
“Thank you!” you yell.
Elegance. Poise. Charm. Love.
You find yourself in a small but beautiful space where ivory and gold decorate the room and the chandeliers shimmered light delicately down to the guests. You spot your best friend and her fiancé across the room. Luckily your little meltdown didn’t completely ruin your hair, so you make your way in saying your polite ‘hellos’ and hoping she doesn’t kill you for being this late.
“You look beautiful,” you hug her.
“What the fuck happened?” you can see worry in her eyes.
“The question is, what didn’t happen? Everything went wrong today, I’ll tell you later.”
“She was about to call the police and put together a search party in order to find you.”
You look at the man who your best friend decided to marry. Min Yoongi is no ordinary man. He is respectable, admirable, handsome, and the most important thing, he is husband material and perfect for Camille. He loves her dearly, erasing past traumas and filling her with acceptance and reassurance. You couldn’t be happier for them.
“I was not going to call the police, Yoongi,” she rolls her eyes.
“Yes she was,” he gives her the fondest of smiles and kisses her temple. His PDA is rare, but when it happens it is from the heart and that makes you long for the perfect man for you.
“Where is he?” you say scanning the room, and then your eyes meet his. “Please excuse me for a minute…”
Namjoon smiles as he sees you. Black shirt neatly tucked into his gray pants. His black hair parted to the side. He makes his way to you and you to him, meeting him in a tight embrace that seems to cure all your anxiety.
“I’m glad you’re finally here,” he gives you a peck on the lips. “Missed you,”
“And I missed you too!” even though you don’t see him you know it’s Hoseok behind you. You give him a tight hug. To be honest you missed hanging with Namjoon’s friends as well. They bring a certain spark to all gatherings that is hard to match.
Namjoon gives you a quizzical look.
“The dry cleaners didn’t have the dress ready on time, then my hair appointment was delayed an hour and a half, and on top of everything I got stuck in the stupid revolving doors,”
“No way…” and the most boisterous laugh you’ve ever heard in your life comes from one of the most handsome faces you’ve seen in your life.
“It did happen, Jin,”
“If it was going to happen to someone it had to happen to you,” he sweetly kissed both of your cheeks.
“Have you seen Jungkook yet?” Hoseok asks, elegantly holding a champagne flute.
“Oh is he here yet?” you ask intrigued, excited even.
“You know he likes a big entrance,” Jin adds.
Namjoon then offers to get you a drink which you accept. You stay with Jin and Hoseok making casual conversation, but you spot your saviour in the small crowd. What is ‘revolving door guy’ doing here? You excuse yourself and make your way to him, saying hello to Camille’s family as you cross the room. His doe eyes open wide and his lips curve in a smile.
“You are here,” he says.
“Yes. Why are you here? Are you following me or something?” you whisper, confused.
“Maybe I am,” he smirks and takes a sip of his neat whiskey.
“I’m okay, no need to check on me,” you do your best to smile and reassure him you are doing just fine. “Thank you, again.”
“Okay… I won’t check on you, but I will check you out,” and there’s that cheeky smile again.
Shock.
“Excuse me?”
“There you are!” Namjoon hands you a glass of white wine and puts his hand around your waist. “Ah! I see you finally met each other.”
Your eyes go from your man to ‘revolving door guy’ and back to your man.
“Babe, this is Jeon Jungkook.”
hard thoughts on yeosang just because…
pairing: yeosang x f.reader
genre: smut | +18 MDNI
a/n: just thoughts… this is pure ✨fiction✨
enjoy!(;
yeosang who delicately reaches to your lower back, gracing his fingers on your soft skin. tempting. as he gives you the sweetest of smiles. wicked, really, because what’s he is about to do to you is anything but sweet nor innocent.
yeosang is patient. so he gently grabs your face with one hand, your back against the wall. eyes on him. he needs to you say it. your words ignite him, fuelling his desire. “my love, I need to hear you… what is it that you want? —me? how bad do you want me? hmmm, keep talking… I’m yours.”
yeosang starts kissing you softly. lips on yours, soft as a petal. you feel him smile when you deepen the kiss, pulling him towards you. his lips parting to lock with yours. your cunt getting wet when he moans into your mouth, his tongue urgent clashing with yours… a preview of how he plans to use it later to pleasure you even more.
yeosang doesn’t rush because he needs time to fuck you right, kiss every square inch of you, hear the little moans as his mouth travels south of your body. “you like it when I kiss you here? and here? —I’m gonna make you see stars” so he fucks you with his tongue and fingers until you do… twice.
yeosang loves manhandling you. he throws you on the bed and moves you around grabbing your arms, hips, legs… he pins your arms on top of your head with one of his hands as the other one grabs your face. his cock, thick, fucking you so good that when you cum you see white. your expression alone triggers his own orgasm and he cums and cums and cums. “sh-shit… love, I’m— ah, ah, ah…” his moans getting higher.
yeosang looks at you, makeup ruined, messy hair, big smile. he did that, and it is the prettiest, hottest sight ever. he reaches for your hand and kisses it only to lower it to his cock that’s already getting hard again. “would you make me yours again?”
Chapter 2 is out!
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I should have posted at least two full fics and an update on Silk and Fire by now but I am going through such a weird burnout I barely have energy for anything.
The fics are on the work I promise… I will work on a preview and hopefully post it tonight💖🥺🥲 thanks for being patient.
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