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drabble #54

seokjin x reader || angst || 806 words prompt: “i need more time” warnings: explicit mentions of physical injury rating: 18+ tags: established relationship, slice of life!au

Monday, 9:32 am and Jin had not experienced such despair in his entire life. He ran in, completely out of breath, and stopped in front of the wooden counter that said in large bold letters: Severance Hospital, Yonsei University.

“Hi, I’m Kim Seokjin and I’m looking for my wife. Someone from the hospital just called me and said she’s gotten into an accident and was brought here.”

A young woman with dark hair perfecly tied in a ponytail replied, “I was the one who called you, Mr. Kim. I’m Choi Eun Joo” she nodded and pointed with the clipboard to the adjoining corridor, "This way, Dr. Yoo is waiting."

"Mr. Kim?" the doctor standing in the middle of the hallway asked.

"Yes" Jin replied, approaching and bowing.

"I’m Dr. Yoo. I’ll be the one operating on your wife.”

"You mean surgery?" Jin looked at Eun Joo and back to Dr. Yoo, “What happened? Is she okay?"

"A truck suddenly cut her off on Expressway 171 and caused her car to collide sideways into the guard rail" he explained.

"Oh my god..." Jin put a hand over his mouth in total disbelief.

“She was found unconscious with a cut on her head, a fractured wrist, and injuries along her entire left side, especially the ribs” the doctor explained, “We just completed a CT scan and x-ray that confirmed that her lung was punctured."

"Pu-punctured?" Jin stuttered.

“Yes, by one of the ribs. The fracture in her wrist isn’t pretty either so I need to get her to surgery as soon as possible.”

"Alright" he ran his hands through his hair.

"When I'm done, I’ll come back to give you an update."

As soon as Jin bowed once again thanking Dr. Yoo and saw him disappear through the OR door, a horrible sensation ran down his spine and he had to sit in the nearest chair to keep from collapsing. His vision blurred and a high-pitched sound rang in his ears, increasing its volume until he felt disoriented.

"Are you okay?" Eun Joo approached, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, yes, thank you" Jin nodded.

"Nurse Choi, room 408" the hospital's sound system announced, "Nurse Choi, room 408."

Once the nurse left, Jin stood up and took a deep breath. What should he do now? It all happened so fast. The only thing he could think of was the argument he had had with his wife before they both left for work, how rude he was and how scared she must have been when the truck came towards her. She hated driving on the Expressway.

This was all his fault.

If they hadn’t argued, they wouldn’t have lost track of time, she wouldn’t need to go to work through the 171 to avoid being late and she would never have been in an accident. If he wasn’t such a proud guy his wife wouldn’t be laying on the operating table right now. Jin needed to focus! The next step was to sort out her paperwork. All he needed to do was go back the way he came from, turn left, go down the stairs and enter the second door towards the reception. She needed him more than ever.

However, Jin was so nervous he turned right instead of left. The second he realized the stairs weren’t there he freaked out and ran out down the hall, desperately opening all doors. In one of them, much to his surprise, there was a chapel inside.

Something told Jin to come in and sit down. He did so, closing the door behind him. The chapel was small with an extremely modern and clear design. The benches looked like marble and were arranged in three short rows. On the front wall, a single silver cross was illuminated by blue light.

"I need to calm down..." he said aloud, a little awkwardly, as he sat in the right corner of the first row. Jin intertwined his legs and lowered his head, letting all the tension come out in the form of warm, silent tears.

“I need more time” he suddenly sobbed, “Can you help me? I know we don't talk much, but I need to apologize to her. I need to say that I love her.”

Jin rubbed his eyes and looked at the cross.

"Please, I’m begging you. You are the boss, right? You make all the decisions, so tell her to be okay, then” he sniffed, “I shouldn't have said those things, I know, but please don't take her away from me. I promise that I’ll do better.”

Somebody opened the door and Jin immediately wiped his tears again and stood up. After greeting the person who entered, in silence, he looked at the cross one last time and thought: I’m counting on you.

[+18] the dinner • knj one shot

pairing: namjoon x reader

word count: 1.888

genre: smut

rating: +18 | explicit

warnings: strong language, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, creampie, couch sex, masturbation, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, exhibitionism (?)

au: slice of life

trope: establish relationship

tags: shameless smut, boyfriend!namjoon

crosspost: ao3

summary: the thought of having Namjoon fuck me hard while everyone else was downstairs, and could look up at any time and catch both of us, had my pussy throbbing.

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction taken from the depths of my imagination, which takes place in an alternative universe (AU) and has no real connection with people, places or organizations. everything you will read is fictional and created by me. i do not authorize its reproduction, translation or publication, partially or entirely © mrsparknamjoon

♡ A/N: i've been feeling very honry these past few days so i had to let it out lmao. this was supposed to be a drabble but i obviously got carried away hehe. hope you guys like it, it's been a while since i wrote anything, especially smut :')

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We’re at Hoseok’s dinner party and the wine is starting to make me feel slutty. Namjoon has his right hand on my thigh as he chats with Jimin about some vacation anecdote, and all I can think about is fingers slightly trailing upwards, finding my lace thong, and then pressing my clit under this very gorgeous and expensive dress. I'm so wet, he would be thoroughly impressed.

As soon as I spot the perfect pause in their conversation, I lean in and whisper, "I'll be right back," to which Namjoon nods with a smile. Oh, his smile. That's another thing that turns me on. He has so many different ones. One for every occasion and two especially for me. The one enamored, sweet, and totally devoted and the other smug, sexy and kinda intimidating one, as if I'm his prey. With both, I feel like the most special (slash) desired girl in the world. But right this second, as I cross the lawn towards the main house, I feel like the horniest girl in the world. I just need him.

Hoseok's house was new and I hadn’t had the chance to visit it yet, so I end up losing track of time as I walk through the rooms, noting every detail of the decor, from the carefully framed photos by the fireplace to the KAWS sculptures in different sizes. His office was located above the living room, accessed by a discreet staircase next to a bookcase filled with movies, games, and souvenirs from around the world.

On the far right, where there was supposed to be a wall there was actually glass. The biggest window I’ve ever seen in my life, going from the ceiling down to the floor in the living room underneath. It was a stupendous view of the garden and also the Seoul skyline. I was so mesmerized that Namjoon's voice startled me a bit when he entered and enveloped me in a tight hug.

“Hi” he kissed my shoulder, “I was looking everywhere for you, baby”

“This place has a nice view, huh?” I stroked his forearms and linked my hands with his.

His grip tightened, “Our place has a nice view too”

“I know, I was just wondering” I took a tiny step back, slightly brushing my ass over his cock so he would get the message.

I felt his smile forming. “Wondering what?” he pressed his full body against mine.

“Why don’t you just fuck me right here, in front of all these people?”

The thought of having Namjoon fuck me hard while everyone else was downstairs, and could look up at any time and catch both of us, had my pussy throbbing.

“Is that what you want?” he asked while slowly kissing my neck, tongue leaving marks wherever it traced.

My God, it felt so good. His lips burned my skin in an incredible way and I could only moan in response, “Yeah”

“As much as I would love to press you against this glass right now,” Namjoon’s hands now gripped both sides of my waist, “and fuck you until you beg for me to slow down,” he moved his hips forward, making me feel his hard on, “I rather not give everyone down there the satisfaction of hearing your moans”

“They’re far away. They’re not gonna hear, Joon”

“Baby, I know how vocal you can be” he let out an honest laugh, lips touching my earlobe, and couldn’t help but giggle like a teenage girl because it was true. I wasn't a dramatic or loud person, to be honest, but when we fucked I had an insane need to let it all out. The world had to know Kim Namjoon was giving to me real good.

“Please? I need you” I whined, reaching my head behind and grabbing his nape.

“Even if you be quiet, they’ll see your pussy dripping and that’s just for my eyes and cock only” he traced his left hand down my thigh and then up again until he reached under my breast. That fucker knew it was a sensitive spot for me. My nipples immediately got hard.

“If you fuck me from behind they won’t” I tugged his hair a bit more with my hand to show how impatient I was, “My dress will cover up”

“Oh, you’re naughty today” he slapped my ass, “Come here”

Namjoon pulled me by the hand, leading the way to the brown leather sofa Hoseok had in the middle of the office. It was the perfect compromise. I could still see everyone outside but the chance of them spotting us was definitely lower.

After he sat on it, he gestured for me to straddle him and that's exactly what I did, but not without first teasing him with the side slit on my gorgeous green satin silk backless dress.

First, I walked up to him, squeezing and pinching my breasts. Namjoon's lustful eyes never left mine. I knew he wanted to look down, but I also knew that direct contact like that turned him on more. It was intimidating and sensual. I felt completely naked.

When I was only inches away, I reached out, grabbed his right hand, and placed it on my thigh, dragging it in towards my wet core. The moment his fingers found my aching bud I shivered and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. It was electric.

As Namjoon rubbed his thumb up and down, I came out of my reverie and stared down at him, sinking into his lap and taking his face in my hands for a passionate kiss. His arms then trailed my thighs until they found my ass, where his hands gripped me firmly.

The mix between his cock twitching under me and his tongue exploring mine was an addictive cocktail of sensations. I was feeling him everywhere. My body was his.

“I don’t know if I can wait anymore” I said completely out of breath, pressing my forehead against his.

“Don’t” he swept his thumb across my bottom lip, “I’m yours, baby”

I smiled and traced my hand between us, feeling Namjoon's body until I reached his length. He hissed. I palmed him from side to side, up and down, fingers desperately now moving up to undo the belt.

"Next social event you're not allowed to wear a belt" I frowned after a couple of unsuccessful tries.

Namjoon laughed, "Deal"

I scooched back a little and properly did it with two hands as he watched me with an amused expression.

"Stop it! You're ruining the mood" I pecked his lips.

"You look cute when you're drunk"

"I'm not cute" I say, finally freeing his cock and moving my panties to the side, "Not tonight" and positioned the tip at my entrance, gently pressing his chest with my hand as I take it inch by inch.

Namjoon's back hits the leather cushion and he starts to relax. His left hand is still on my ass and the other one is now making her way to my pussy.

"Fuck, Y/N"

"You like that?" I whisper as his thumb starts to make small circles on my clit and begin riding him slowly.

"Yes, fuck yes" Namjoon closes his eyes in complete bliss.

My moves are just right. Back and forth, interspersed with large circles. I wanted it to last as long as possible. His lips then found my torso and left wet kisses all over it until his hand lowered the neckline of my dress and his tongue found my aching left nipple. My hand came up through Namjoon's hair with a hard grip at the crown, resting my elbow on his shoulder. A sign from me for him not to stop.

Namjoon pinched my clit and switched to my other breast, making me lean back in pleasure. My hands found his knees for support, allowing me to pick up the pace and bounce a bit faster. His mouth then moved to my sternum and both his hands came up to hold me steady by the waist. His cock was starting to hit that special place and I could feel the sweat coat my skin.

“Mmmmh, right there, Joon” I moaned, louder than expected.

“Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby”

“Yeah?” my hands moved to his shoulders and I propped up to gaze into his eyes “You feel so good”

“I want you to cum all over my cock” his hands slapped my ass, hard and I changed the movement, now rolling my hips. I was almost there and it was the perfect time to tease him again.

“Make me”

Namjoon's eyes darkened and the rhythm of the thrusts increased. I leaned forward, holding the back of the couch and letting him take control. From where I was, I could see everyone at the dinner table. The little lights lit among the trees. Oh, how I wanted them to listen to us. The beautiful skin slapping symphony. The wet and sloppy love sounds our bodies rhythmically made. Fuck, I wanted to scream so bad, but instead, I lowered my tone and moaned just for him "Harder, baby. I'm cumming"

“Take that, huh” he thrusted, hard, and slowed down before doing it again, “Good girl”

And then I felt light-headed. The most wonderful sensation took over my body as Namjoon helped me ride my high.

“Cum for me, baby”

I felt complete, exhilarated, and soaked as my legs jerked uncontrollably. His juices started to mix with mine and were now on their way to the couch (sorry Hoseok!) so I separated our bodies for a second and softly kissed Namjoon's lips.

Even after all this time, I still feel like we're still getting to know each other. Every time feels new, exciting, and awesome. Namjoon makes me feel powerful and sexy but also seen and needed. He brings so much security to our relationship that allows me to let go and be as free as I want. When I'm around him I'm not shy, I'm not nervous, I'm not hesitant. I'm me.

“Wow” he broke the kiss, “That was 100% in our top 5 fucks”

“Absolutely” I winked as I got off his lap.

“That time on the beach is still number one to me, but I feel like today was a solid third place. Don’t you think?” Namjoon asked, handing me a box of tissues that was on the side table next to us.

“Uh…” I started wiping myself and fixing my underwear. “I guess so. We could have gone for number one, but you weren't paying attention to my signals over dinner” I stood up, tossed the tissue on the bin, and fixed my dress.

“Hey!!”

“It’s true” I laughed, “Also, you have cum all over your pants”

“And who's fault is that?” he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Mine!” I pointed to myself, “Which is why I’m raiding Hobi’s closet for you”

“You wh-”

I kissed Namjoon to stop him from talking, “I’ll be back in a sec.”

“Y/N” he called, as I was about to get down the stairs, making me look over the shoulder, “I love you” he smiled, and it was that one enamored, sweet, and totally devoted.

“I love you” I smiled back at him, giving my warm, joyful, and equally devoted one.

hangsang • myg one shot

𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢-𝘴𝘴𝘪 | 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 :)

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 1.268

genre: light angst with a sprinkle of fluff

rating: pg-15

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, implied mental health issues, kissing

au: slice of life 

trope: established relationship

tags: musician!yoongi, boyfriend!yoongi

summary: on a particular difficult day, while feeling at your absolute lowest, you confess to yoongi he would be better off without you

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction taken from the depths of my imagination, which takes place in an alternative universe (AU) and has no real connection with people, places or organizations. everything you will read is fictional and created by me. i do not authorize its reproduction, translation or publication, partially or entirely © mrsparknamjoon

♡ A/N: i wrote this after being obsessed with THIS song for a few weeks and toying with the idea of the calm and centered yoongi reacting to his girlfriend feeling insecure about herself. sometimes we all let our anxiety get the better of us and end up letting the voices in our heads bring our self-esteem down. this is a oneshot dedicated to all the beautiful ppl out there who are currently struggling with self-acceptance <3 hope you like it

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special shout-out and major thank you to miss ella (@ lovelytaes-blog) for beta reading this for me and making such great suggestions. i appreciate you, love! ^_^

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It was Sunday afternoon, you and Yoongi were on his couch looking for another movie to watch. The last time you'd seen each other was well over two weeks ago, and this would be the only weekend between your business trips and his vacations that you’d be able to see each other while he was staying at his parent’s house.

You've been together for three months, but the last few weeks had been extra difficult. You began considering all the pros and cons of continuing to see each other. As much as you kept reminiscing about the wonderful moments you two spent together or how great and safe Yoongi made you feel, it was impossible not to let the crushing fear of the reality of your situation creep into your heart.

Unable to hold it any longer and forcing yourself to swallow the lump in your throat, as soon as Yoongi got up to get more popcorn, you blurted out the affirmation that had been consuming you day and night.

“You’d be better off with someone else”

“What?” he stopped and looked down at you, bucket in hand.

“You’d be better off with someone else” you repeated, avoiding his gaze and nervously pushing down the right sleeve of your black hoodie. Yoongi’s hoodie, actually.

“I heard you, I just…” he sat next to you, “Where is this coming from?”

You didn't want to look at him, if you did, you wouldn't be able to hold back the tears. Still the affectionate tone he used automatically made you crave the comfort only his eyes could provide.

“I don’t fit in, Yoongi” you confessed with a faint smile and watery eyes.

“Don’t fit—what do you mean, Y/N?” Yoongi moved the popcorn bucket to the side, holding your face with one of his hands, gently stroking the nape of your neck, “What’s going on?”

“In your life...I don’t fit in” you moved his hand away from you, “This was a mistake. We’re not good together”

Yoongi was visibly shocked by the words that just came out of your mouth, especially by the fact that you had rejected his touch. That has never happened before.

“You deserve a woman that likes the same things you like, maybe even one that works with music like you do,” you continued, drying up a single tear with the back of your hand, “because then you two would have something to talk about” 

Yoongi slid closer to you, hands fixed on his lap.

“You definitely deserve someone more available too, someone that has time to go on dates instead of postponing them time and time again” you bitterly laughed, “Speaking of dates, you should do what normal couples do together, like have sex for example”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa” he jumped right in, knowing how sensitive this subject was for you, “You don’t really mean that, right?” he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I do, Yoongi” you softly squeezed his hand, “It's not easy to admit that I'm less than I'd like to be. It pains me to know that I'm not good enough to maintain a relationship, especially with you. We've been waiting so long for this opportunity, and I thought I would be worthy of a beautiful story, like the one where two friends meet in middle school, pine for each other in secret, and lose contact during college, only to end up meeting randomly at a party… So naive, right?” you scoffed bitterly to yourself.

The tears were silently wetting your face, falling like a broken faucet.  The more you tried to hold them in, the more suffocated you felt. It was useless to keep your feelings in, he deserved to know.

Yoongi studied your face with a mixture of confusion, despair, and love, breaking your heart into another thousand new pieces right before he begged with a shaky voice, almost a whisper, “Wait, no, listen…”

“Yoongi, I don’t know what I’m doing half of the time, okay? I have zero experience on how to be a proper girlfriend other than books and tv. I suck at this” you sniffed, fixing your hair, “I feel like a teenager when I’m around your work friends, your exes have set the bar way too high, I can’t compete with them. We’re both older now and I shouldn’t be the one holding you back” you finished, getting up from the couch.

“Holding me back?” Yoongi said to himself before getting up and hugging you, “No, please, Y/N, take a deep breath” his hands now drawing big circles on your back, “You're getting ahead of yourself.”

“You just can’t see it yet, but you will” you muttered against his chest, “I’m doing you a favor”

“Stop!” he pulled you away and held your face in his hands, “We’re good together, we’re meant to be. Our story is pretty dope and I love telling people about it” he smiled, “And sure, we like different stuff, but it’s honestly one of my favorite things about us, you’re always teaching me something new”

“Yoongi… I-”

Yoongi was sad and feeling somewhat guilty for hearing you say such heavy things. He had no idea you felt that way. Your despair made him think he was lacking as a boyfriend, like he should have been more attentive to your needs.

“To be fair we’re both busy with work right now so we’ll figure dating out, okay? Together.” he kissed your forehead, “We agreed that we were taking things slow. I don’t care about sex right now, Y/N, I care more about you and how you’re feeling. So, what’s up with the ‘not being good enough’ talk or how you ‘can’t compete with my exes’ thing?” he tilted his head, meeting your puffy eyes and red nose, “You don’t suck” he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, “You’re everything I want.  I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, truly. I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me. Fuck, you’re the reason that I believe in myself, Y/N. You’re the best partner, the term girlfriend doesn’t even compare to what you are to me, we have a bond for life. No one compares, babe”

And there you were...crying...again. This time full-on ugly expressions and unable to hide your face from Yoongi while he held you carefully as if you were made of glass and going to shatter at any moment.

“I can’t leave you. I won’t leave you” he emphasized the last part as he looked deep into your eyes, trying to convey everything he was feeling, “You’re a gift from the universe. One of a kind. Being in a relationship with you was the best decision I made so far. Why don't you believe that?” he leans down, pressing his forehead softly against yours, “I don’t know how else to show you how much I lo-”

Quickly closing the gap between you two, you crashed your lips onto his, feeling the familiar warmth invade your body. The pain that had been bubbling up before now made room for a more beautiful and colorful feeling, full of life and desire. You simply had to get the words out before the lingering fear crept back and filled your mind with doubts. 

“I love you, Yoongi” you whispered, lips brushing against his.

His eyes doubled in size, “Wha-”

“I wanted to be the first one to say it” you giggled, “I love you. I looove you!”

“I love you, Y/N” he whispers, contently sighing, holding you close, as he always does.