INFJ Confession #2960

I try so hard to be social, I never shut up, I ask people about their problems all the time but I still feel so reserved and shy… What is going on! To be honest… I wish I didn’t have to socialize.


Cześć, jestem transseksualnym chłopakiem. Pragnę poznać ludzi dla których tak samo jak dla siebie jestem normalnym chłopakiem. Mam nadzieję, że poznam tutaj osobę z którą połączy mnie dosyć silna więź emocjonalna, która sprawi, że pewnego dnia się po prostu spotkamy. Jeżeli uważasz, że mógłbym zostać Twoim znajomym/przyjacielem/chłopakiem zostaw jakiekolwiek ślad, a z pewnością się odezwę :)

anonymous asked:

are there any newer fics that have been written relatively recently that you think are good? a lot of the higher rated stuff seems to be from a bit ago. (if the answer is no, please just ignore this ask. I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings). thank you for keeping up this wonderful blog.

Sure thing, these are all from like, the last 10 months-ish

your love was worth it’s wait

Title: your love was worth it’s wait
Author: melk24
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: None Apply
Completed: Yes
Word count: 2960
Summary: Jack invites them all in for the break.
“For Festivus,” Shitty explains, which, like everything Shitty does, explodes.

Most memorable line: “Did you just imply that I, a good Montreal boy, should go play for the Bruins?”


The History of Middle-earth \ Kings of Rohan Part II

For two generations, during the coincidental conflict many thousands of Orcs tried to claim a refuge in the White Mountains and troubled the Rohirrim; Brytta fought them off, and when he died it was believed Rohan was free of Orcs; they were not entirely driven from the White Mountains until T.A. 2864 by Folca.

Around 2960 Saruman started to harass Rohan and in 3014, he began using his influence to weaken the King, Théoden, as part of a campaign to invade or take over the kingdom. In 3019, he launched a full-scale invasion of Rohan, with victories; (Théoden’s son, Théodred was killed during the First Battle of the Fords of Isen) and defeat at the Battle of the Hornburg, where the Huorns came to the aid of the Rohirrim. On the heels of this victory, Théoden rode with an army to Minas Tirith and helped break its siege in the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, where he was slain. Éomer, the nephew of King Théoden, then succeeded to the throne, beginning the third line.”

Over the Edge

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

Rating: K 

WC: 2960 

Summary: Your irrational fear of heights becomes an issue when you have to share a bunkbed with Chanyeol during a last minute sleep-over   

You sighed, placing your phone down on the table. You’d called every taxi service in the city and got the same response. All the streets were closed down. The half the metro was offline. If you tried to walk home, it would probably take you three hours, even if you could get past the barricades. A chemical spill in the middle of the city had everything halted, everyone stranded.

“It looks like you’re going to have to stay over,” Jongdae said from the other side of the table. He had been trying to call drivers on your behalf as well, and seemed to have the same amount of luck.

“Did I hear sleep-over?” Baekhyun called from the other side of the room, where he and Sehun sat on the sofa playing video games.

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Written by @fabulouspotatosister

Fanfiction Contest 2016

It mustn’t catch you.

You’re running. 

What’s going on is really quite simple to explain - there’s a hideous monster chasing you, and you are trying to get away. 

And this monster is very, very fast.

Go faster, go faster, you urge your legs, which are padding on a gravelly surface. It was a bad idea to wear your sneakers, because those shoes are very slippery against gravel. You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, to wipe away the sweat accumulating near your eyes. You are not dying today. Not now, not ever. Not after all you’ve been through.

You grip an alien knife in your hand and it digs into your skin, blood dripping from a cut on your palm. You remember that a communicator is lying somewhere in the dirt, forgotten and lost, all because you yelped and dropped the damn thing. Now you have no idea where you’re going, just bloody following what the Doctor - yes, you are aware that he’s not there with you, just wait - told you before your clammy fingers let go of the walkie-talkie looking rectangle.

You can faintly remember hearing the Doctor calling out for you as you dashed away but could you go back and tell him that it was fine, it was okay? Of course not! You were being chased by something that you really didn’t want to look at, and there’s no time for reassurance in this kind of situation.

You’d be curious about those carved markings on the wall but you don’t have time - you have to get to the Doctor before the beast gets to you.

You can’t stop and cry about it. That’s for later, when you get back to the TARDIS and try to find that swimming pool that’s always offhandedly mentioned. You have a lot of plans for that pool. Maybe some of those plans involve a certain handsome time traveler, but those are thoughts that should be reserved for another day. 

The monster roars and it’s enough to make your heart skip a beat, if it wasn’t already skipping a bunch of well needed beats. The muscles in your feet are aching and your head is pounding, you can’t think, and you just need to run, run as fast as you can. You turn a corner, giving the monster ample time to catch up with you.

Around the bend, you can just see the TARDIS, that daft blue box, exactly where the Doctor said it was, standing tall and vines slowly crawling over it. You’re practically begging your legs to go quicker, because that ugly thing is right at your heels, its claws almost ripping at your shirt. You cry out and pull away, just before a guttural sound tears from its throat and it lunges at you, its sharp, bloodstained fangs biting just inches from your face.

“DOCTOR!” you scream, your throat dry, as the beast jumps at you once more and you cry out again. You’ll need a nice leg massage after this. You’ve probably lost weight. You call for the Doctor once more - you’re almost there, you’re almost there, you -

The TARDIS doors fling open and you dart in, giving you a good chance to take a look at the alien, a lion-like fiend with blue fur and ferocious eyes, before the doors slam shut and you drop to the floor, breathing heavily, vision blurred and tears running down your face.

You’re silently crying and shaking in fear and just desperately wishing that this horrible feeling in your chest would just go away, when a worried-sounding voice interrupts your rest. You suck in a breath and turn to look behind you, where the Doctor seems to be tied to the console with some kind of slithering vine, bursting with flowers.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but… Could you get me out of here?”

He gives you a smile and you’re glad to return it, pushing your tired self off the ground and cutting through the plant. The alien knife glows with a heat that could only be described as searing. The vine hisses while you slice through it, and it’s a pitiful sound, to be honest. You wince as the cut on your hand stings with the heat of the knife, but you keep going until the vines are in a smoking heap on the TARDIS floor. 

All the while, the Doctor’s giving you that look, the look that’s only reserved for people in pain, which does include you. Yes, you think you’re in pain. Running away from an alien that could have killed you at any moment is tiring, and makes your feet very painful. It’s also emotionally taxing, because there’s a lot of screaming and crying in fear. 

God, do you love this. 

It’s exciting, and that’s what you love about it. Considering that your latest adventure was very Doctor-lite, you were more scared than you usually were on trips like this. Being alone is no fun, being alone with a cute guy is kinda fun, but being alone with a killing machine is not fun at all.

“Thank you,” the Doctor says softly, rubbing his arms, and you nod. He stares at you, that puppy-eyed look still on his face (it reminds you off a dog you had as a child), then pulls you into a warm embrace. Yeah, you definitely needed that. He draws soothing circles on your back, the honeyed scent of his skin filling your nose, and you’ve never felt more relaxed. Honestly, the Doctor should have become a masseuse. He has amazing hands.

“Hey, easy now.” He brushes his lips against your ear and you shudder, in a good way. “Blimey, you’re in bad shape.” He pushes you off and holds you by your shoulders. “How about I take you to that pool, eh? I heard you talking about it a while back. You need a break.”

A nice wash and a fresh set of swimwear later, you’re lying face up on the surface of the pool, feeling the water lap against your cheeks and caress your arms. You feel slightly uncomfortable with the Doctor sitting on a lounge chair not far from where you are - you consider yourself lucky that he’s reading a book, not looking at you at all. It’s a tranquil scene, one only imagined by the minds of the most creative. Not saying that you’re not creative, but it’s hard to actually get this scene in real life.

You pinch your nose and push yourself under, watching the water ripple and wave. You haven’t really mastered the art of holding your breath underwater but you try. 

“Oi!” You hear the Doctor call your name and you resurface, paddling towards the edge of the pool, where the spry brunet Time Lord is waiting for you, a wide grin on his face. You wipe the water out of your eyes and rest your head on the rocky surface. “I know where to go next! Come on, come on, let’s go!”

“Where?” you question him, and he shakes his head. What a strange man.

“I’ll tell you later, come on! Wear something warm!” He stands and darts towards the console room. You sigh and pull yourself up, the rocks hurting the cut on your palm, dry yourself with a fuzzy towel (“Cotton from the holy sheep of Kaltesin, they were the softest sheep in that galaxy,” you recalled the Doctor saying to you - it was a gift for your birthday), wrap yourself with same fuzzy towel, and head back to your room in the TARDIS.

The Doctor often called you ‘a very lucky human’ because the TARDIS never or had the mere idea to move your room. Like many of the companions before you, the TARDIS didn’t like you, but she didn’t hate you either. She just doesn’t have a very high regard for you, being a companion, trying to steal her Doctor away and all. In your opinion, she was like the jealous clingy girlfriend, but could you blame her? You’d do the same - and besides, she met him first.

The console room is big and marvelous, two big spinning disks bearing various names in Gallifreyan, previous companions of the Doctor, faint violet light washing over you. The heart of the TARDIS shines a brilliant light blue, and although it was sparse and simple, it still dazzled you. When you had first entered the TARDIS, you’d said that it was beautiful, unlike the usual ‘bigger on the inside’ stuff. That had pleasantly surprised the Doctor, and he had told you that it was good to hear something else for a change, even if it was quite strange.

“Hello!” The Doctor peeks out his head from behind another part of the console. He pulls himself up and straightens his bowtie once again and you wonder why it always gets crooked. What does he do to make it like that? It’s like it perpetually messes itself around so that he can fix it for dramatic effect.

“Hello,” you greet back, slowly making your way to the Doctor, who is now busy inputting coordinates into the TARDIS. “Where are we going next, Space Boy?”

He grins at you, full and infectious that you find yourself smiling as well. “A new galaxy in the year 2960. It’s practically become a giant winter wonderland, and you know winter wonderlands are cool.” He pauses, and then grins wider. “I made a pun! And and accidental one too. I always love those. It’s filled with scientists but that makes it better, right?”

“Right, and that sounds fun.” You cozy up to the Time Lord, shoulders touching and hands linked. “Then what are we waiting for?”

The Doctor excitedly pulls a lever and you look up and see the TARDIS working its magic. The console room begins to shake and you cling to the Doctor’s coat, laughing and whooping all the way. Your heart leaps with anticipation and you give out a yell, adrenaline rushing through your veins like a hurricane. 

You’ve always loved the thrill of travelling through the Time Vortex. It’s always the same, but the new places you and the Doctor visit are always different. It’s like… It’s a bit hard to explain. It’s like being whisked back to your childhood, way way back, like ‘you’re three years old’ way back, and learning how to speak again. Or-

A sudden jerk, and you are flung across the room. You see the Doctor desperately hanging on, calling out your name intermingled with a chorus of ‘no’s. He’s dancing around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers and typing random strings of Gallifreyan text onto a screen, but all you hear sounds like you’re underwater. Your ears ring and you shakily get back to your feet before falling again. 

Your vision goes blurry and you struggle not to fall unconscious from the pain that’s blossoming in your back. The TARDIS ceases it’s rocking and the Doctor rushes to you, holding your face in his hands while you insist that you’re okay. He helps you to your feet and you almost collapse, your legs like jelly. You pry yourself off him and hold on to a random railing, determined to stay upright.

“I am not having a good day,” you groan. You’re really tired of being injured in some way and you wish you could just relax. “Where did we land?”

The Doctor opens the doors and looks out. You follow and look out as well, seeing a barren, snow-covered landscape with a dark sky. It’s ice for miles and miles, and you see dead bushes peeking out from under the surface. Flakes of snow slowly fall from the heavens. There are no homes, no strange creatures, and definitely no scientists. 

“We landed in the right place, just not in the right time,” the Doctor says, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and pointing it out, scanning the surroundings. “At least no one’s here, coz that would be very bad. I don’t want to ruin your already bad day - I want to make it better.” He smiles and steps out, shoes crunching on the snow. He offers his hand and you take it, the two of you gazing at each other before you step out of the TARDIS as well. 

The Doctor nods at you and you hesitantly snap your fingers, a nervous smile on your face. The TARDIS doors close and your smile grows, the Doctor looking at you with a twinkle in his dusted green eyes before he sweeps you up in one of his famous spinny-hugs. You wonder how he’s able to carry you and you’re about to ask, but then you ignore it, realizing that he’ll probably dismiss it to 'Time Lord strength’, which actually sounds pretty stupid, even though you know it’s true.

“You did it!” he says, his tone akin to a proud parent. He sets you down and you stumble in a dizzy daze. “'Third time’s a charm’, as they always say. I don’t really think three’s a lucky number, certainly wasn’t mine, but I might reconsider.”

You open your mouth to respond with a 'thank you’ or a witty remark, but the Doctor has rushed off, and you assume that he’s gone exploring, before you lay eyes on… something.

It’s a brilliant blue wisp of gas, dancing and swirling around before sprouting a jelly-like proboscis with a light on the end. The Doctor breaks into a grin and whips out his sonic yet again, running circles around the thing and scanning it while you slowly and hesitantly approach the gaseous alien. He places his sonic back inside his long, purple coat and reaches out for the proboscis - it flicks out like a cat’s touch before resting on his forehead. 

You jolt forward in shock as soon as the Doctor’s eyes close, but then you jump back when he opens them and they’re filled with a renewed vigor. He tilts his head to the side and gives the blue wisp and meaningful look.

To your surprise, the blue wisp spins in a circle and solidifies into a facsimile of you, and then a question mark.

The Doctor beckons you over. “Hey! S'alright - look!” He taps his forehead. “Psychic link - they talk without words. Come on, Hemi wants to speak with you. He’s made of hydrogen, that shouldn’t be possible, but he’s here.”

“Hemi?” you querie, tilting your head and walking towards him.

“Yeah, that’s his name,” the Doctor says, grinning at Hemi. “He told me, it’s really cool. Hemi’s lonely, he just wants someone to have a little chit-chat with.”

You gaze at Hemi, and it feels like he’s gazing back, even without eyes. His proboscis flicks out again, and you flinch, but the Doctor looks at you expectantly - you don’t want to disappoint him. Hemi’s proboscis gently lays itself on your forehead, and you suck in a breath. This is gonna be bad.

A flash of white clouds your vision and you instinctively close your eyes, a flood of memories rushing over your mind - they must be the Doctor’s - there’s Rose, Amy, planets, adventure, and of course the pain, the pain that he keeps hidden under a bubbly façade -

Never mind. Not that bad at all, actually. No.

The Doctor faintly calls out your name and you pop open your eyes. Hemi is still staring at you and everything is… clearer, somehow. The Doctor takes your face in his hands and looks you up and down, his eyes like sonic screwdrivers minus the buzzing. You wonder why it buzzes. You know it’s not a weird thing, but it still unnerves you sometimes. 

When your gaze finally meets his, he smiles and pulls you into a hug, which you gladly return. You’d love to stay in a hug for a long time when you hear a tinny voice in the back of your mind say, Um, excuse me? I have something to say.

You stop and the Doctor pulls away from you, then winks at you with a smirk - what a git. You wonder if that’s you thinking it or Hemi thinking it, until you finally come to the conclusion that it’s you and you hope to all the deities in the universe he didn’t hear you. 

Hey, don’t worry. The Doctor can be a massive flirt when he wants to. Hemi. You squint at him and he takes the form of a young woman in a small dress and goofy trainers before dispersing into gas again. What’s the word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and just a tiny bit sexy? She asked that. He replied with his name.

“Can -” You pause and swallow. Can he hear us? The Doctor, I mean.

Hemi swirls around. Nope. 

So, you think, just like private messaging?

Hemi turns into a question mark. What’s that?

Never mind. You glance at the Doctor and he smiles at you again. You’d think you gave him free fish fingers and custard the way he smiles at you all the time. So… Can we share conversations? Me and the Doctor.

No, not yet. Hemi’s voice has gotten higher somehow. He has to give you a psychic link first. So for now, it’s more of a me-you and me-him thing, not me-you-him. He’s a unique one, that Time Lord. Last of his kind, or so he thinks.

He says that quite a lot. The Doctor is frowning at you now. Was Hemi lying? Could the Doctor hear what you were talking about? A shiver runs down your spine. So… What planet is this?

Hemi gives off a soothing aura. I have no idea. It isn’t named, so… I try. I’m not that creative. He changes into a ball, his proboscis swinging around. I wish someone would come over here and name it.

Do you have anyone else with you? Family? You sit down on the snow and Hemi lowers himself, still hovering and a ball. 

Yeah, but they don’t care much for me, so I walk around a bunch. Hemi sighs - or what sound sounds like a sigh. Our kind doesn’t have names. Or a concept of them. I named myself. So they started ignoring me because they didn’t agree with the way I named myself.

I’m sorry, you think, somewhat unhelpfully. Hemi bobs and then forms into a copy of the Doctor. Hemi-Doctor tilts his head to the side and gives you that same meaningful look - and then he dissolves into a flurry of blue with a swinging proboscis. 

You love him, Hemi broadcasts to you. You love him, even though I have no idea what that means. I’ve seen it. It’s such a strong emotion. Hemi shivers, and you stand up. You love him. When will you tell him?

I don’t know. You sigh and shake the dust off your leggings. I don’t know.

“Doctor?” you call, and the Doctor turns to you, his hands clasped behind his back. “Thank you.”

The Doctor’s mouth forms into an astonished 'o’, and then he smiles. 

“You’re very welcome.”

“So what do we name the planet?” you ask, snow falling on your hair and forming a white wreath. The Doctor shrugs. You laugh - of course he’d have no idea how to name the planet. He wasn’t a namer, he was an observer. A very involved observer.

You lay your head on his arm and he wraps his arm around your shoulders. Hemi watches you two and copies you, then disperses out into the dark sky. 

Thank you, you hear Hemi say, and you know that the Doctor can hear it too. I best be going now.

Bye, Hemi.

As you’re walking back to the TARDIS, the Doctor plants a kiss on your forehead. You ponder on Hemi’s words for a second and then smile, albeit a bit nervously. 

Yeah, you love him. You don’t dare to tell him though. He probably doesn’t feel the same way anyway. Probably. Or… well, probably.

You’re already resting on your bed in your room when everything goes dark.

Off to another adventure.

This is really just a cute fic. I am always up for some pining. No, really, pining is my favorite thing, and this is some realistic pining we have here with a very nice, subtle tease at the idea that the pining might be mutual. There were some very minor grammatical and spelling errors, but I once submitted a professional report with the word 'threw’ instead of 'through’, so I understand how that goes. The story might be a bit complicated for an imagine, but we can chalk this up to a whole lot of creativity trying to force itself onto the page. And, yes, this is very creative, and points can be given for the character of “Hemi,” who is both cute and a convincing alien.

anonymous asked:

Ok i always thought it was weird when i narrated what was happening while in the headspace, i didnt think anyone else did that!!! :o

Haha, I’m glad you can relate to that! I’m a silly narrating alter I guess lol. xD It calms me down when I talk thoughts and actions aloud (internally or not). 

I need to raise another $2960 to get a service dog! Could you help me out here?

Cheer Up Post #2960 - Abandoned Prisons Edition

toms-balloonicorn would like to see creepy abandoned prisons. Here you go!

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High school sweet-snob: Namjoon.

Originally posted by kuunkajo

Jin - Yoongi - Hoseok - Namjoon - Jimin -  Taehyung.

Namjoon X Reader

Gender: Male x Female

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut.

Warning: -

Word count: 2960.


​  Oh no, oh please don’t say it.

“Y/N and Namjoon, you’ll be partners." 
You shut your eyes tight as you mentally yelled out words that even the great Demon gasp.
Out of all the people in the class, your chemistry teacher had to pair you up with the snob of the class, no the school.
Namjoon thought he was it all, he had the looks and the brains but in your opinion he lacked the personality and morality.
Namjoon was everything that was the opposite of what the school rules demanded, loose tie, ripped skinny jeans, three buttons undone of his blouse and the platinum blonde hair.But most of all that was against the rules was the way Namjoon looked at you, like he was a hunter and you the hunted.

"Hey baby,” Namjoon smirked as he slid besides you in the chair.
You had to muster everything in yourself not to groan or worse, make those thoughts come back.Yes, Namjoon may be a snob, a bad boy but lord did he make you feel all kinds of things you, and did you hate Namjoon for that, but also did you hate yourself for falling for him.
Scooting your chair slightly to your left creating distance from the boy, you turned your nose into your chemistry book not seeing the smirk on Namjoon’s face.
“Now that’s not nice to ignore your partner like that,” Namjoon said.
You decided that even though it was true what Namjoon said, you ignored him still, how much of a mistake that was.Your breath hitched as you could feel the hot breath of Namjoon tickling your ear.
“Isn’t it, baby?” You jerked away from Namjoon, had covering your ear as you looked at Namjoon with wide eyes and furrowed brows. The reaction brought amusement to Namjoon as his laugh brought attention to the two of you.“Namjoon, Y/N.” The teacher sternly spoke.
“Class is still in session, I expect you to stay quiet.” You straightened your back as you turned to face the teacher again, a mumbled apology left your mouth as you looked down at your book again, but not before glancing over too your right only to be greeted by a wink and a smirk.
Turning to your books you bit on your lips as thighs squeezed together.
Gods did you hate what the boy did to you, yet you loved the sinning sensation.

“So my house or yours?” You looked up at Namjoon, cocking him an eyebrow.
“For our project, remember?” A smirk painted itself on those full lips you so much desired to touch
“What, you had something else in mind?” Your cheeks flushed as you shook your head.

“No,” was the first word you had said to Namjoon since the class had begun and now had ended.
“You choose, I don’t mind.” But actually you did, you didn’t want to be with Namjoon too begin with for a very obvious reason down below and underneath your skirt.
“Your house it is,” Namjoon decided, his body brushing the right side of your arm as he walked you by, you stood there perplexed at the fact Namjoon knew which way you would take home and how did he know that? The boy in question turned around, cocking his eyebrow “You coming or what?" 
Pulling yourself together you nodded and walked behind Namjoon.
Could you believe it, the boy who has been causing you all sorts of feelings from hate to love is coming over to your house, your house."Hey,” Namjoon said as his fingers curled around your arm and pulled you forward, loosing a grip on your thoughts but held on the fact that Namjoon was holding your arm, and it was burning.
“I don’t know where your house is so don’t walk behind me.” Namjoon scolded and you nodded.
A sense of longing flooded your mind as Namjoon released your arm, wanting more of his touch.
Shaking your head you began to walk in front of Namjoon, feeling even more vulnerable than before with his eyes burning into your back.

“So, this is your house?” You nodded as you unlocked the door, letting yourself in before Namjoon who bypassed you with a pout on his lips and eyes skimming as far as they could see.
“Cool.” He mumbled “thanks?” You said unsure, closing the door behind you.
Turning around your breath hitched at the sight of Namjoon taking off his school blazer, the small act having a great effect on your core, Namjoon seemed to notice your reaction but gave you a simple smirk.
Shaking your head you bypassed the boy, hoping that the friction your legs gave you would bring those thoughts down but they only worsened.
“Uh, my room is upstairs.” You didn’t even look at Namjoon as you walked up the stairs, but the sound of floorboards creaking underneath feet made sure he was behind you.
As you got to your door, you froze.
Kim Namjoon is in your house, is about to enter your room and no one but the two of you is home.
“You okay?” You heard Namjoon ask from behind and you turned around, if you weren’t red by now you sure were now.
Namjoon was towering over you, his face close but unfortunately not that close, nodding you turned around and opened the door of your room.

“Nice room,” You tried to calm down your heart as you set your school bag on your bed, rummaging through the bag on the look out for your chemistry book, completely oblivious on the unintentional tease you where giving Namjoon.
The school skirt that once was long, but after a few wrong washes had shortened did its job of making Namjoon’s body fill with lust, that innocent yet unintentional sexiness you had drove him crazy since you showed up in his life.
And don’t think he didn’t notice he effected you the same way you did to him, because he sure did.
You weren’t the best at hiding it, either you wanted it or were just terrible at it.
“Okay, chemistry project, anything in mind?” You said as you turned around, just in time to miss the tongue that slipped out Namjoon’s tongue but in time to see him sit down on the ground in an attempt to hide his slightly hardened member.

“No,” Namjoon nonchalantly said, trying to keep his stoic facade as you sat down across him.
How was a simple act like that making him go wild, all he wanted to do is take you right there and then, but he was raised much better than that, yes he might be a jerk or a snob like you would say, but gods forbid he was anything less than a gentleman.
You let out a sigh, your head slightly nodding as your bottom lip got caught in your teeth, if you would only know how much you made it hard for Namjoon (pun intended). 
Turning away, Namjoon tried to look at something else not sure how long his facade would stay up.
His attention got pulled by a small square cover sticking out of your bookshelf, pushing himself up (gaining your attention also) he pulled the object from your bookshelf and as expected he was right.

“You listen to A$AP Rocky?” Namjoon turned around as he waved the album of the rapper.
Your eyes widen as you pushed yourself off the ground and reached out for the album but Namjoon simply raised his arm higher making it impossible for you too reach.
“I,uh,” You said embarrassed, no one that was close to you would know that you sometimes listened to Hip Hop and you didn’t blame them as you didn’t really look like the type who would.
“I got it from a friend of mine, he works in a CD shop. Apparently they still had one album left of him, so when he came back from college he gave it to me.” You explained, Namjoon lowered his arm as he held the album next to him.
“Your friend from college?” He asked and you nodded, confused at the tone he gave you as if he didn’t believe his ears.
“Yeah, he’s a family friend.” Namjoon scoffed as he placed the album back, noticing that the row was filled with albums from EPIK HIGH to Zico, Namjoon scoffed even louder and felt a shot of jealousy.
“What?” You asked “I suppose these are all from your friend ? ” You furrowed your brows, you did not like the tone Namjoon was giving talking about your friend, crossing your arms you answered.
“Yeah, so what?” Namjoon let out a sarcastic laugh.
“Are you sure you don’t mean your boyfriend?” Your mouth fell open and you could feel anger boiling.
“What, he is not my boyfriend!” Namjoon nodded, almost as if he understood but the words that fell out of his mouth told otherwise “oh, so he is your fuck buddy?" 
Your face went red from both embarrassment and anger, but instead of drawing the line Namjoon continued "assuming from your reaction I am right? That family friend of yours is more than just a friend huh?” Namjoon scoffed as your blood started to cook.
“Who would believe that Y/N [L/N] would be a whore like that,” for a moment Namjoon felt pride but quickly guilt fell as he realized what his mouth has said.
But time did not give him a chance to apologise as a painful sting infiltrated his cheek.

Looking up in surprise Namjoon’s eyes went wide as he saw the tear filled eyes and the rage mixed in you, you who slapped him.
“How dare you to talk about him like that, about me!” You yelled.
“How dare you say a woman is a whore by her relationship status, and besides who cares if I fuck him or not which is not.” You answered, your hand running through your hair and all Namjoon could think of is how extremely hot you looked in that school outfit all angry at him.
“I can’t believe I fell for a snob like you.” Your mouth spilled out, freezing your body.
You hoped Namjoon didn’t hear that, but of course he did, you were practically screaming it.
Licking his lips Namjoon took a few steps forward, trapping you between the bookshelf and himself, the crash causing a symphony of CD cases hitting the ground.
“So you like me huh?” You bit down on your bottom lip, the pain numbing from the look Namjoon was giving you. It was strong, predatory and it made you weak but also strong with desire.
“I asked you something, Y/N.” Namjoon’s voice dropped and dripped with a sweet sound of sins, and gods did you want to feel it.
Namjoon took a step closer, making you turn your gaze down at the CDs, wrong move.
You could feel breath tickling your ear and you weren’t sure if you where on fire or Namjoon’s breath was just burning. “Answer,” Namjoon breathed out, making your breath stutter as you mustered up a breathy “yes." 

You could hear Namjoon chuckling, but you had no courage to look at him and by his next action you couldn’t even if you would.
Full soft lips kissed your neck, your mind became a haze as excitement dropped with full force on your core. Namjoon moved up along your jawline "Good, because I do too.” He whispered, his lips taking your earlobe captive for a second before looking at your flustered face, bottom lip red and swollen of teeth clamping down to prevent those sweet sins coming out your mouth.
Namjoon cupped your cheek as he slowly moved you to look up at him, and by now you could feel the uncomfortable wetness in your underwear.
“God, you make me want you so bad.” Namjoon breathed out as the hand on you cheek trailed down to cup the back of your neck while his other hand rested on your hip.
“Just tell me to stop and I will,” Namjoon said, his breath mixing with yours.
You looked into Namjoon’s eyes and for a moment you could see a new Namjoon filled with care and sincerity that made your heart drum in a different way.
Your own hands crawled up along Namjoon’s arms, the both of you watching how they slithered up and over his shoulders, one going behind and the other ghosting across Namjoon’s jawline, calling out attention to you. 
“I don’t want you to stop.” You whispered out, a simple phrase that was enough for Namjoon to crash into you.
This was nothing like a passionate make out scene in a romantic movie, no this was pure lust and desire. The kiss was filled with need, filled with a long time of teasing without result until now.
The hand on your hip moved down, slipping under your dress giving you a whole new feeling of need.
Namjoon pushed you (if possible) more against the bookshelf, his body pressed against yours as his hand trailed towards your ass, giving it a tight squeeze that let to a moan.
Taking the opportunity Namjoon slipped in his tongue, smirking at how fast he got dominance over you.
One of your hands began to rub up and down Namjoon’s chest until you dared your hand to travel even lower until you felt the bulge in Namjoon’s pants.
You didn’t know when you told yourself this, but without a second passing by you gave his member a slight squeeze, enough to make Namjoon groan.
Moving away Namjoon looked at you, how your mouth turned into a smirk and how much that simple act turned him on, he just cannot get enough of you.

“Don’t get to cocky, baby girl.” The new nickname riled you up inside and Namjoon could see it in your eyes.
“I still want to make you feel good, baby girl. ” You couldn’t help but let out a moan, the second one but surely not the last one.
Placing his lips back on yours again, both his hands gave a tug at your thighs.
Getting the hint you jumped, letting Namjoon pull you up and your legs cross at the back.
You both groaned in union at the short lived friction.
Letting the both of you fall on the bed, Namjoon made sure you weren’t being crushed by his weight.
The slightest taste of care mixed into the pot of desire made your heart yearn more from him.

“Namjoon!” You yelled as you could hear ripping sound of your blouse.Looking down you could see some loose buttons and you glared at the man who didn’t seem to care to have ruined your blouse.
“Baby girl, if I were you I’d be worrying of something else.” Your confusion was swept up as the trademark smirk disappeared into million kisses down your neck, placing galaxies before making them glisten with his tongue.
Namjoon kissed until his lips hit your black bra, groaning Namjoon took both of the sides and with a snap your bra came loose, another yell came from above him, the anger in your voice doing nothing more than making him more lustful.
“Namjoon you’re destroying my things!” You could the vibration of Namjoon’s laugh as he looked at you "Baby girl, that’s not the only thing I’ll be destroying tonight.“ Your face flared up as you understood the hint, you were out of words but that would be made up with the feeling of roughed hands massaging your breasts, one of them being treated with a mouth that made you moan.
Moan after moan, that was all Namjoon need to keep going, his fuel, his fuel that became reality instead of dream.

Moving away from your breasts Namjoon began to trail down, his hands taking the zipper of your skirt as this time he was more careful unclothing you.
"Damn you’re fucking wet, baby girl.” Namjoon noted as he could see a darkened spot in your underwear, you on the other hand didn’t say anything.
“You must have been thinking about me all day,” You bit your lip as you could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Namjoon chuckled as he pushed your underwear off you.
Your legs wanted to close when you could feel a breeze against your sex, but it was hard with the boy who left you all bothered day and night between them.
Giving you a wink, Namjoon lay his tongue left against your bare sex, licking up and watching how your head fell back and let out the most angelic moan due to his his sinful mouth.
Your head was spinning as you could feel Namjoon slip his tongue in and out of you, moans spilled out of your mouth as you tried to look at Namjoon.
But that attempt failed miserably as you felt two fingers slip into you, making you scream in bliss.
Your back arched as your head fell on your bed, the room was filled with sins and you were happy no one was around to hear it accept for the two of you.

Your hands shot up into Namjoon’s hair gripping it tightly as you could feel a third finger entering you and his skilled tongue abusing your clit.
You were moaning his name in delight over and over again, the sound of you making Namjoon moan as well, the vibrations he caused only adding up to the tightening in your core. “Namjoon…” You managed to choke out.
“Namjoon I am about too…” But he didn’t answer, instead Namjoon reacted and picked up his pace.The fast pace of Namjoon making your knot tighter and tighter, your breath higher and higher until you could feel all your senses shooting up along with your high.
Vision blurred with white, Namjoon keeping up his ministrations until you had come down from those clouds.
Breathing heavily you could feel your body tiring out even though all you did was lay there screaming.
You could feel the bed shift and before you knew it you where flipped, your stomach against the bed before being pulled away along with your ass.
With the power you still had left in you, you lifted yourself up by your elbows, looking over your shoulder and seeing a smug looking Namjoon.

“Namjoon?” You asked.

“Round two, baby girl.”

Originally posted by ksjknj

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Oh lords, I have three more to go and then I can tell my sins to father Yoongi.
HAHA. Save me. What did I start.

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