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If this aint the cutest thing I’ve read in a minute☺️

ME N’ YOU | NAMJOON

PAIRING: non-idol!namjoon x black non-binary reader

GENRE: established relationship, one-shot

WARNINGS: fluff, cursing, slight suggestive

SUMMARY: it’s your third anniversary with your boyfriend, namjoon.

!!!dni if you’re non-black, if you do i’ll report and block you!!!

a/n: in this imagine he’s not an idol but damn does he love going all out for you. like seriously, thank that he was born into wealth. (also the pace is a little fast, sorry bout that!)

He’s a beaut and you know it, a jubilant soul in every aspect you could ever imagine. You walk out of the building with your co-workers with a bright smile on your face. Your best friend, Ellise, went on and on about her engagement ring with her pretty smile widen each time she looked at the ring. Running her fingers through her short black curls, you feel your other co-worker Andrea whack your arm making you look away from Ellise’s hand.

You’re eyes gleam with small smiles in contentment. A soft aww leaves from Ellise’s mouth. There he stood, by the light pole, body leaning against it with a white bag in his hand and pearly teeth showing slightly with dimples that aid your stress.

You looked back at your best friend and co-worker waving a bye to them with a smile. You still hear them, muttering kind words about you and your boyfriend. You, however, turned to his direction with a smile on your face and mind sputtering ideas of the simple kind action he did.

You stand in front of him, indulging yourself in his scent. He doesn’t speak; just a soft kiss against your cheek. You look down at his hands then back at him, pulling his chin and kissing him on your lips.

The kiss was quick but warm, soft precious lips with lip balm of the taste, kiwi. Your tongue licked his lips, moving slightly away from him, his left arm wrapped around your waist. He winks at you to make you weak and it works in a heartbeat.

“Happy anniversary, Y/n.” His deep mellow tone warms your skin, sending electrified goosebumps. “Happy anniversary, Namjoon.” His heart skips, he couldn’t believe it’s been three beautiful years with the angel of his dreams.

He clears his throat, pulling the bag up to your face with a blush becoming evident to you. “Um, I thought of how you dreamed of having this..so I thought I should spoil you for our anniversary and get it.” He lends the white shopping bag to you, stumbling on his words with a pink rose blush on his face.

You grab the bag from his hand, ‘Chanel’ printed on it. A weak gasp leaves your plump lips. Opening the bag up, you see the handbag you have been dreaming about for a while. You pull it out, feeling the leather texture hit your skin. A clean shade of white covered the entire bag with a gold-tone metal intertwining with the strap of the handbag. And gold tone on the front of the bag with the brand’s initials on the front.

Grained calfskin & gold-tone metal white. You stare in awe, shocked Namjoon got you the real deal knowing, it’s pretty expensive.

“Baby...” He shushes you with a kiss on your lips, you grip the bags. Letting your love pour out in the kiss. “You deserve it. I don’t want to hear any complaints, and you’re keeping the bag. No putting it back, no giving it away. It’s all yours, and yours rightfully so to keep.” You couldn’t complain, you didn’t have the strength to.

All you could do was wrap your loving arms around him and give him a tender hug. “Wait, there’s more in the bag.” You slip away from his body, furrowing your brows.

Giving him the Chanel handbag, you open the shopping bag once again, seeing three items. Your heart drops in sincerity, shocked he went out like this for you. Though you were used to him spoiling you, it never failed to make your heart dance like a ballerina.

Pulling out the second item that caught your eye, a long silk brown dress flows down from your fingers with thick straps being gripped. The details were simple but still eye-catching. Lines that went straight down curved a bit against the breast. With widen, lines that went down on the waist of the dress stopped which gave a pretty crease. There was a slit cut, that would show your legs. It was tempting, almost close to catching what you had underneath but still elegant. The dress was smooth in your hands, like a clean pillow.

Cereda chocolate satin mini dress. So he was paying attention to when you showed him dresses that you thought were pretty.

“Namjoon, seriously- this. God, you’re an amazing man.” He blushes hard, dimples poking out with stars showing in his eyes. “Less talking baby, more looking.” He says while pinching your cheeks. You laugh, feeling tears form.

He had you feeling like a queen, and in his eyes, he didn’t even do much. But in yours, he did millions.

You fold the dress back, picking up a white shoebox with Alexandre Birman printed in black, you look at Namjoon not too familiar with the brand. He smirks, nodding for you to open it.

Opening the box, you push the tissue paper aside, seeing heels in a nude shade with a ribbon look on the straps and crease. It was so gorgeous and simple but fits perfectly with the dress and handbag. Your eyes widen, feeling the smooth texture of the heels.

Clarita 100 leather sandal. So simple yet so beautiful, a perfect heel for the dress.

“Joon, this is so pretty. Seriously.” He chuckles, shoving his hands in his pockets, he partly opens his lips. “This was Ellise’s doing. The shoe part, everything else was my idea. Well the whole thing actually, I just needed Ellise to kind of guide me.” Your heart flutters at his words.

Ellise is a hopeless romantic, anything that kept you happy she made sure it would last forever. You silently thank Ellise for her help while you press a kiss on Namjoon’s lips.

“Well thank you and Ellise. Fuck this is so- so beautiful.” He shrugs, still having the radiant smile on his face. Looking back in the shopping bag, you see a smaller box that was left in the bag.

Discovering a small teal-colored box, with Tiffany & Co written in black. You raise a brow, picking the small box up and opening it. You pull a necklace up, a hollow heart-shaped dripped with gold. You smile at Namjoon while you grip the necklace.

Heart Mesh Pendant Necklace 18K Yellow Gold. So straightforward and elegant at the same time.

Glancing back up at your boyfriend, Namjoon’s eyes are filled with devotion and humbleness. His dimples peek out with the hidden smile. Biting on the side of his gum, he jerks his head to indicate you get closer to him. You do, seeing his hand is out, resting the necklace on top, you turn allowing him to place it on you.

Turning back to him, you instantly play with the necklace, twiddling with it. “It matches your earrings just as I hoped.” You look up, softly touching your earrings and realizing it does.

“Namjoon, I-I don’t know how to thank you.” He chuckles wrapping his arms around your waist, planting a kiss on your forehead. Rocking you two side to side, he looks up with a pretending thinking expression. “Hm, I could take you to dinner and spoil you? I could take you to the museum afterward and enjoy peace and quiet with you. Take you home and maybe, get in the shower with you. Make love to you? So many things to do, baby.”

You nod, loving the idea. Pressing a kiss on his cheek, a blush washes over his face. “So much to do, now let’s get it done, shall we?” He nods, pulling your hands and letting you walk behind home. A smile bedazzles his face as you talk about your day, while playing with his fingers.

Reaching your car, he lets you in the driver's side while he gets in the passenger side. Placing the bag in the backseat, you play with the necklace as you two put on your seatbelts and turn the car on. Leaving out of the parking spot, Namjoon rests his hand on your thigh, squeezing your skin and rubbing it softly. Turning the radio on, your hands grip on the steering wheel as you reach a red light. Staring at the sky, you can see stars shining brightly as they danced in the night, with the moon singing to them.

The light turns green, giving you the go-ahead to drive. Moments like these made you happy that you dated Namjoon. When driving, Namjoon would hum to lyrics he knew by heart or sing it with you. Playing with your thigh or itching your scalp when you ask. Namjoon would feed you before he ate if you guys went to a fast-food restaurant. Would listen to you rant about how stressful you are as you drive. Point out clouds to you and give small backstories about them. Most times Namjoon would sit quietly letting music take up the silence, if he had a book with him he’ll read it to you.

He never noticed but if you felt anxious his presence soothed you down. Reaching another red light, you look at him, admiring his side profile, Namjoon looks at you with a clueless expression on his face. Making you giggle a little.

“Whaaat?” He questions with a small chuckle leaving his lips. “You’re just beautiful, you know?” Never failing to see a blush form on his face. He itches his neck, smiling like a fool. “You can’t say those things, look at you!” You smile, resting your hand on your chin as you pose. “Yes, I know I’m gorgeous, more than gorgeous. But Namjoon look at you, you’re fucking perfect. And I get to see your beauty every day.” Twiddling with his rings, his heart flutters with a dazzling grin.

“Thank you, babe.” You nod, pulling his hand and intertwining yours. You press two quick kisses on his hand. Sighing happily, you look back at the road. “So where to? We’re going home and getting ready or we can just go to the restaurant?” “The first one wanna see you in that dress.” You smirk, glancing back at him. Understanding the double meaning behind that sentence, you drive the route to your home.

Reaching home, you turn the car off while Namjoon picks the bag up from the backseat and opens his door. Waiting patiently Namjoon walks around the car, opening the door for you with his hand out. Putting your hand on top of his, you stand up moving to the side while he shuts the door. Locking the car door, Namjoon walks up the porch opening the front door for you and letting you walk in first.

Kicking your shoes off, you pull off your coat hanging it on a clothing rack. Namjoon does the same with his bag. Switching the lights on, you turn to your boyfriend, taking the white shopping bag from his hand with a small ‘thank you’ slipping past your lips.

Cheerfully walking up the stairs to your shared bedroom, you push the door open while your fingers unbutton your white dress shirt. Pulling down your pencil skirt, you sit on the edge of the bed, slipping your black stockings to your feet and tossing them in a laundry basket.

Looking through the shopping bag again, you take out the items and laying them on the bed. Hearing the bedroom door open, Namjoon’s cologne hit your nose as you instinctively looked up.

Taking a glimpse at him, Namjoon jerks his hoodie off while his shirt pulls up with it showing his carved abs, that deepen into a v-line.

Softly sucking your lip, you look back down feeling his eyes on you. Pulling the dress up, you look at it, admiring the simple designs on it. Standing, you walk over to Namjoon with an innocent look. Locking eyes with you, the smirk he sends you gives you shivers but you love it. Turning your back towards him, you rest the dress on your arm as you roll your head back with an sweet smile.

“Baby, unstrap my bra for me, it’s kinda hard when I do it myself.” Hearing a soft chuckle, Namjoon hooks his fingers under your bra strap, pulling it down for you. Unhooking the clips off, the bra slumps on your body while you shimmy out of it. Turning to him you press a kiss on his cheek with a wink. Picking the heels up from the bed you walk into the bathroom.

Namjoon stood by the bedroom door, half-naked with a stunned smile on his face. Shaking his head, he goes into his closet getting your most favorite suit he owns for you.

You slip the dress on, perfectly fitting your body. Twirling around, you grin happily feeling more elegant than before. Placing your heels on, you glide your gold bracelet on. Looking through your drawers and cabinets, you find your curl definer. Taking your hair out from its bun, you wet it seeing your pretty curls show a little more, to keep it showing longer like the way you wanted. You open the cap of the container, scooping enough product for your liking. Combing it through your hair, your style your tight curls while your fingers comb through your hair.

The smell of coconut wafts around the room while you wash your hands. Looking through your side of the bathroom you pull the small mahogany wooden drawer open. Picking out one of your neatly placed makeup palettes with your lipsticks, lip liner, and lip gloss. Your hands swiftly pick up your primer, foundation, concealer, and setting spray.

From the outside, Namjoon stood in front of the table staring at himself in the mirror. Running his fingers through his soft hair, his right hand cuffs the wrist of his suit, making sure his shoes are polished and ready.

Placing the ring you bought him a year ago on his left ring finger. Namjoon places his glasses on, pushing it up to the bridge of his nose. Content with his look, he sits down on the edge of the bed, playing with his rings.

You stare in the mirror, adoring the way you looked. You felt like a goddess, spritzing perfume on you, you sigh heavily as your hands wrap around the bathroom door.

Looking up from his rings, his eyes lock into yours, falling deeply with your appearance. You closed the door shut, standing high with the heels providing a little help. Your fragrance blends around the room with his, his eyes dragged down to your feet then back to your face. Feeling his cheeks warm up instantly, he stands clearing his throat.

Your earrings shift back and forth while you make your way to him. Picking your phone and handbag, you open the handbag and place your phone, ID, lipgloss, and pack of gum in it. Namjoon can’t help but stay silent, he was amazed for all the right reasons.

Giving a kiss on his cheek, you open the bedroom door and turn the lights off while Namjoon follows behind you. His hands wrap around your waist, as the two of you walk down the stairs carefully.

“You smell so good.” Voice mellow and deep, your heart rocks to the compliment. His hand opens the front door, picking the keys from under the key rack. The cold air from the lovely night hits your skin, making you pull his arms around you much tighter. “You too, Namjoon. You look sexy, as well.” You smile and he does the same, unlocking and opening the door for you.

Getting in the car, he gives you the keys and shuts the door for you. Making his way to the driver's seat, you two put on your seatbelts while you give Namjoon your phone. Unlocking it, he puts the restaurant's address in and places the phone in a phone holder.

Driving off to the restaurant, Namjoon is hypothesized by your beauty, only stealing as many glances as he can. The dress, your hair, your makeup, the heels, the necklace, you looked luxurious and he loved each and everything about it. To say Namjoon was basking the ride to the restaurant was an understatement.

Resting his hand on your thigh, he never left it until you reached your destination. And still then when he opened the door you his hands made their way to your waist, groping and slapping your ass with a sweet rub afterward.

Namjoon didn’t give a care in the world if people saw and even if they did who the hell was going to check him? In his eyes, absolutely no one.

His arm lays around your shoulder as the two of you walk into the expensive restaurant, an older man opens the door for you two. Shaking hands with Namjoon, your boyfriend happily greets you to the older man. Walking in, your eyes wander admiring the warm colors that drape around the building.

White, green, and brown mixed around the restaurant. Multiple beautiful flowers and paintings that were eye-catching to you made your heart melt into pieces. The restaurant was stunning, decorated neatly. Waitresses and waiters walked throughout the restaurant with items occupied in their hands. There were a lot of people tonight and somehow it felt like there was none, just secluded; only Namjoon and you in the building.

Your boyfriend talks to the older man while two other people stand beside him at the reception desk, they looked a lot younger than him. One at least in his early twenties and the other may be in her teenage years.

“I want you two to meet my niece and my son. My son is thirty-eight and my niece over here is seventeen, seventeen, and just graduated college!” Namjoon and you congratulate the young girl, her red short hair and melanin skin fitted perfectly in the lighting. “Tonight they will be taking care of you two, giving you the best of the best, Namjoon.” Namjoon chuckles with the older man, thanking him sincerely.

The young girl, whose name tag read “Annalise” asks Namjoon and you to follow her to the requested spot that was giving to them. Namjoon’s hand instantly wraps around you’d body, letting you walk in front as some people stare and others mind their business.

Walking toward the back of the restaurant, fewer people were there, giving you two more privacy. Reaching to a table, white cloth laid on top with a clear circular vase and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in it. A pink card with a yellow ribbon has been attached to the vase. Annalise watches Namjoon seat you comfortably in the seat, while he sat in front of you. You aw at the sweet gesture, Annalise leaves you two quietly with two menus to look through.

Seeing a smirk appear on Namjoon’s face, he stares at you with a kind glance, nodding his head to give you an okay to open the card. Your hands pull the vase closer to you, uniting the ribbon and sliding the silk cloth from the card. You open it, eyes instantly seeing three hundred bills in the card, you smile, placing it to the side as you read what note he left in it.

‘My beaut, my angel, Y/n. Spending three amazing years with you is a blessing anyone in the world could be granted but I was the luckiest. Our special moments together will continue to dance happily in my heart, when I come home to your open arms. I never get tired of seeing your smile or how you get nervous around me when I wash you with compliments. I remember the first time we met and I am so beyond blessed, you were the first one to strike a conversation with me, remember? You set things straight quickly and made me the best man I am today. I don’t think I can ever put it into words how madly in love I am with you. With your voice, with your smile, with your personality, with your mind, everything about you pulls me deeper and I feel comfortable with it. You are my safe place, Y/n. When I’m feeling unwell I know I can turn to you and you’ll be there with open arms and kisses to make me feel better. You take care of me, a lot. And I thank you for it, so for this anniversary, I want to do the things that you deeply wished doing. Y/n’s bucket list. Any place you want to go, my jet is ready, any room you wanna ruin, trust and believe when I say I’m ready for that any day. Any hugs and kisses, I’m right here. I wanna please you and you only. And I hope, the years that are granted to us, I can and will fully devote my time to you and your needs only. I wanna be a working man for you and you only. So to my one and only, happy anniversary. - Namjoon.’

Putting the money back in the card, your eyes lock with his. Laying your hand on the table, you wrap your hand around his, caressing his skin carefully with a grin. “Thank you, Namjoon. Seriously.”

Shrugging, he nods. “I really do love you, Namjoon. I know I haven’t given you anything spectacular today, but I just want you to know how much I appreciate and love you.”

Namjoon’s brows furrow in confusion. “You didn’t give me anything spectacular? Y/n, babe- you made me breakfast in bed, you gave me a card, you bought me shoes, and you continuously made me smile the whole day today. Even when we both were gone for work, I couldn’t help but smile. Even my co-worker Hoseok asked me what got me feeling so loose today.” A soft giggle leaves from your lips while Namjoon chuckles. Twiddling your fingers throughout the ends of your curls, you sigh in content.

“Anyway, what are we going to eat tonight?” You question, rubbing your hands together as you scoot your chair closer to the table.

Namjoon laughs at your change of demeanor while you stare back at him in oblivion, hitting his hand lightly the two of you laugh in harmony.

Namjoon can’t think of the times he’s this happy until it’s with you. And to continue it, he hopes whatever the universe has in store will continue to be a foundation of a stable future with you.

He did promise to make you his Mrs. anyway. He never breaks his promises.

RM’s voice in ddaeng just make me levitate. How is the world still functioning while he’s going around with that smooth ass deep ass voice???

I want to give special thanks to all the writers that feed me delicious yoongi and namjoon smut. Blessings on your bloodline, now and forever

Ive reread this too many time to not have reblogged it

how about studio sex for namjoon? 🥵

this is like the quintessential namjoon prompt. thank you for requesting it, i loved writing it.

873 words of namjoon x reader under the cut and it's exactly what it says on the tin y'all.

**if you have the time and even if you have to go anon, please don't be a silent reader! i've loved and been very appreciative of the comments whether they've been in your tags or replies. not to sound thirsty, but it's so nice and motivating to know if people love or have constructive feedback for the work that you produce 💜**

namjoon had been surprisingly bashful as he had shown you around rkive for the first time, all ducked head and shy smiles as he had talked to you about his figurines and why he had chosen the decor he had. it was cute, his nervousness, as if this was your first date all over again. you had seen him perform in front of thousands of people with a calm head but that had been rm; the man allowing you into his safe space now was different and all yours.

you were appreciative of the duality, especially when it meant one minute you were on a sweet studio tour and the next, you were on his lap with his hand down your pants while his cock pressed needily against you through his track pants.

but he wasn't worried about his hard on, not when he was in the middle of creating.

the entire reason for your casual studio date had been that you had never dated a music artist before and had never been to a studio space and had said as much to namjoon, teasingly questioning him as to why he had never taken you to his. he had been genuinely surprised by your interest, spending so much time in the studio that he had forgotten that the space could still hold novelty for someone else.

when he had offered to show you the equipment and how it all worked, beckoning you over to sit on his lap, you hadn’t known that this was what he meant: you, riding his fingers within the confines of your jeans and moaning into the microphone in front of you as he placed a kiss to the back of your neck, one headphone covering his ear to monitor the pretty music you were making for him.

“you sound so sexy, baby.” he placed a kiss to the back of your neck. your panties were drenched and you were sure that despite the denim being a thicker fabric, there was a matching wet spot forming there as well. the angle was too shallow - and namjoon was too in control and determined to tease you - for you to get exactly the friction and depth that you wanted. despite your desperate gyrations, you were only frustrating yourself, whining needily into the mic in such a way that it had him groaning against your neck and rocking his hips up against you. “fuck,” he elongates the vowel, drawing the simple word out as his forehead drops onto your shoulder. “you need to hear yourself.”

though you are slowly unraveling, you’re still aware enough to realize that hearing the sound of your own voice magnified and playing back to you in real time sounds awful and you’re trying to figure how to articulate that when he pulls his hand from your pants and pulls his headphones off, placing them over your ears instead, adjusting them so that they fit snugly and sealed out all other noise in the room - except those that were being picked up on the microphone.

like the shuffling of your feet and the swishing of fabric as he pats your thighs, signaling for you to stand and then pushes your jeans and panties down your legs, pulling you back onto his lap with a deep chuckle. all thoughts of denying him anything flee at the pleased sound, especially when it’s coupled with his fingers finding their way back between your slick folds. he soon has you gasping and biting back moans into the microphone again and you have to admit that he has a point- it is sexy to hear yourself like this. your own noises spur you on and the louder you are, the more namjoon obviously loves it, his breathless sounds being picked up as well.

your eyes are closed and your hands are searching for purchase across the slick surface of his workstation as your squirm against him, trying to goad him into just fucking you already when you feel him shift, a cord slipping under your fingers but you can’t bring yourself to care what’s happening until you hear his deep voice in your ears, lower in octave, rich and clear. “you’re so wet.”

you moan, realizing then that he’s fucking you with one hand and holding the microphone to his mouth with the other. “fuck, you’re so wet. you should hear how your pussy’s gripping my fingers.”

it took only a moment later to configure it but soon he was kneeling between your legs, microphone situated on the floor while he held your legs up over his shoulders and ate you out. you could hear it all clearly - the way he licked, slurped, and devoured you with deep, appreciative groans all magnified by the headphones over your ears.

you had never heard your own pleasure like this. it’s so lewd, so erotic - the wet sounds of his mouth on your dripping heat. when he adds his fingers, you moan harder from the welcome stretch of them inside of you and the sound of your body eagerly sucking them in as he curls and withdraws and presses them into you again and again while you thrash against the chair and tug at his hair.

© fandomnoire — do not translate, re-distribute, or copy my work.

I peeped this yesterday. They be disrespectful to my man but its okay, he don’t need all them people anyway

My toxic trait no. 1000: creeping how much RM has followers on insta and getting mad when I see its the smallest number between the members. Same with likes on pictures on bts page. I know numbers mean nothing but I am just confused why its always him, i find him charmigly different and interesting 🤔 Hopefully he doesnt care too much about that.