Don’t fall in love with your fuck buddy. Simple, right?
⤑word count:1k ⤑genre:smut,fwb,sex with feelings ⤑pairing: namjoon x reader ⤑warnings: smut [oral sex (f.receiving), unprotected intercourse, creampie] ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑read on AO3‖masterlist ⤑a/n: this was written for the lovely possum @sahmfanficbts for the #possumversary!i hope you like it ♡
Watch me reblog this a bazillion times!!!! I’m crying at how good this is! How can this be fluffy smut and smutty fluff? Because it’s Dee. It’s @btssmutgalore and she’s oozing talent. I’m pretty sure she flicks her hair, and the words just flow out like that, cuz this whole thing READS LIKE A DREAM!!!!! Let’s break down this baby, shall we? Spoilers ahead!
Don’t fall in love with your fuck buddy.
Dee, genius premise. Short, sweet, succinct. And amazing trope! Brilliant!
Because he’s an idiot who can’t follow the basic rules. Oh, and because he’s been away for work for almost two months, far too long without you.
shudders. I love the italicized you. And another brilliant trope, one level more sophisticated than the usual idiots to lovers, is idiot but skilled lover who didn’t get the memo on fwb. LOL!
Namjooncan’t let you forget him,
Oh yes! In this house, we stan a determined, competitive KNJ. Go baby.
“Taste so fucking good, pretty,” he tells you….
who, me?
Lust oozes from every smooth syllable that leaves your flawless mouth. God, he’ll fill it up later while you stare up at him with teary eyes, and you’ll thank him after swallowing.
hello brilliant mind – thank you for using oozes. I will just cum from that now, but quick shift to KNJ’s POV and I’m clenching so hard….
“Now you have me, pretty. I’m all yours,” Namjoon reassures you, his voice dripping with affection.
hello semantic field of wetness… i see you, voice —- “dripping”
“Want me to give it to you?”
goddamn. There is raw power in this question. There are several sexy assumptions buried in this question. Number 1 KNJ knows he has IT. Number 2. Yet, he’s giving power to OC, allowing her to decide if and when he should give IT. Number 3. The question forces OC to articulate desire – give it to you?. Self-acknowledgement of the most primal of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs — the need for his cum. Yes sir, KNJ’s cum is a basic human need.
One nod from you is all it takes for him to slide in fully while he stands next to the bed between your spread legs.
Yes sir, get in there baby.
The second he bottoms out, Namjoon grunts and kicks his head back, wondering if you would hate him for blowing his load right away.
Can we talk about “grunts and kicks his head back”? Because I imagine him to look like this:
“It’s been months of missing you, and he’s so overwhelmed with the way you look, taste, and feel.”
Yes…let’s do listing here to remind OC how hot she is.
…fucking you the way he typically does—sharp and hard until you fall apart for him, then slow until he comes. “I forget how good you feel.”
Fucking hell. Canon KNJ will always fuck like this in my head from now on till the end of time.
Warning: Fluff, Pre-existing relationship, Spanking, Surprise element
Word Count: 1066
Summary: A private meeting turns into playful punishment.
From the moment that Victor had requested this private meeting with Emme, her mind had been gone over every possible scenario. Sure the Miracle Finder’s ratings still weren’t great, but she’d thought they were okay, definitely not so bad as to have LFG pull their funding. Her heartbeat was racing right along with her thoughts. She twisted her hands and chewed at her lower lip.
Mr. Mills quietly approached with a bottle of wine. “I’m told dinner will be out in a moment. Before I leave, may I pour you a glass?”
Emme turned toward the familiar voice. With a nod and a somewhat hesitant smile, she replied. “Yes, please.” Her eyes drifted towards the kitchen. “What sort of mood is he in?”
The older man chuckled softly like sheep’s wool. “He seems quite happy, I’d say. Happy enough to give me the rest of the night off.” As he spoke, he filled two goblets.
Could she have been wrong? She gave herself a mental shake. Mr. Mills never spoke ill of Victor, why had she imagined this time would be different? Emme thanked Mr. Mills before watching him close Souvenir and leave for the evening.
It’s just business. It’s not personal. The constant, silent mantra was repeated over and over again until Victor came through the kitchen entrance. Emme’s eyes widened. Victor and Emme had been an unofficial couple for some time and had spent countless hours in each other’s company before, but something about him standing there minus his jacket and tie sent a tingle straight through her. For a long minute, Emme forgot how to speak.
Victor cast his glance at Emme. His eyes sparkled but the rest of his face was a stoic mask of unreadability. Closing the distance between the kitchen and Emme, Victor set out dinner for them both on the table.
“Are you pulling our funding?” The words flew out before she really thought about it. Even if dinner looked five star quality, her nerves and anxiety had gotten the better of her.
“Eat and then we can talk.” Victor flashed Emme a smile and began to stab at a piece of stewed beef on his plate.
Each time Emme tried to broach the topic, Victor would shake his head and direct her attention back to their dinner. She picked at the asparagus spears and beef. For some reason, the woman who always had an appetite couldn’t seem to focus on the delicious meal before her.
The couple managed to get through the dinner with very few words exchanged. Victor gathered the used dishes on the tray. He balanced it on one hand while extending his other towards Emme. “We can discuss the reason for this meeting as you wash dishes.”
She took his hand and followed towards the kitchen. They had dined at Souvenir a dozen times and payment was usually something like washing dishes or if she was really lucky, helping plan the meal. A smile crossed her lips, masking the nervous tension she felt ticking away inside of her.
“I’ll wash, you rinse,” Victor said pointedly. When he chose to be, he could be gentle, but for the most part Victor was always business-like. He rolled up his sleeves and removed his watch.
Emme’s eyes widened in disbelief. Sure, at home Victor did his own dishes, but seeing him do that here, left Emme more confused and curious. “So, why did you ask for a private meeting?”
Victor handed her two slightly soapy but much cleaner forks. “I had something very important I needed to say and I don’t handle rejection well.” His voice, for but a fraction of a moment, seemed to waver. Confidence had slipped but then returned just as quick. “So, let me ease your fears, you’re not losing funding.”
A sigh escaped Emme’s light pink lips. “But if not the funding, then what could you ask that I might reject?” She dipped the utensils into the rinse water. She waited for an answer as two plates were handed over to her.
“It’s about our future. Something we’ve never really spoken about.” He handed her the empty goblet. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since you were injured and had to spend all that time in the hospital.”
“Oh,” she gasped. “That was what, a year ago? So, all this time you’ve been thinking about our future?” Only then did Emme notice that there was only one goblet. Two forks, two plates, one goblet. “Victor, where is the other goblet?”
Feigning ignorance to where the second goblet was, Victor shrugged. “Can you check the table?”
Emme turned around and proceeded to return to the dining room. As she got to the doorway, there it was, a half full goblet on the table. She walked over towards it, but as she got closer she could see something in the glass besides the wine.
“Je t’aime, Emme. Will you marry me?” Victor whispered into her ear.
Emme’s head turned, eyes wide and glossy as unshed tears threatened to fall. “This… Are you serious?” She wrapped her arms around Victor. “Yes, of course yes.”
Victor fished the ring from the white wine and slipped it onto Emme’s finger. “However, for doubting me and thinking I would be so cruel as to hurt your career, your company or your future, you’ll need a punishment.” Victor sat in the chair and tugged his newly engaged fiance over his lap.
She gasped as her belly laid over her lap, her delicate ass only barely covered by a thin pair of panties and a summer dress. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you, Victor,” her soft voice pleaded.
SMACK! SMACK! Victor’s hand moved through the air with precision landing perfectly on Emme’s cheeks. When the sound of her whimpering moans fell only slightly louder than her normal voice, he flipped the bottom of her skirt up and gently tugged her panties down her thighs. SMACK! SMACK! Two more swift swats rained down.
Moans erupted from her mouth as bare flesh met bare flesh. Goosebumps formed all over her body while sparks of pleasure pulsed through her body. Six more stinging blows landed between her ass and her upper thighs. Each making her a bit more excited; more ready for whatever future Victor and she would have together.
“Come on, I think we should take this to my place for the night.”
