The title speaks for itself.
On hold mates 😔😔👊
⇨I take requests as long if it's bottom Namjoon.
⇨Only BTS not other groups
⇨Smut. Just full on smutty smut. But there is a chance where there's fluff/angst.
⚚Things I could write so far⚚
◦Werewolf a...
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Namjoon... was a toy. Namjoon... was an object for sex. Namjoon... was a sex slave for a certain person named, Kim Taehyung.
Their love was... complicated. Namjoon loved Taehyung and Taehyung didn't. He was just something he would use for sex whenever he needed. It was mostly whenever Taehyung felt an emotion would built up, anger, frustrated... feeling lonely.
Taehyung would call Namjoon to his place or tell him he's going to his. Whenever Namjoon would agree to what Tae would say... he'd feel... happy and a fuzzy feeling in his heart but, once Taehyung was done and leave, Namjoon would feel, sad, used and lonely... Namjoon's love for Taehyung was strong and Kim Taehyung never saw that...
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Namjoon sat in a café alone, reading a book in hand, sipping on the drink he ordered while a half eaten muffin was on the side on a small plate.
Namjoon flips the page, his eyes pasting as he reads.
The sudden sound and movement was someone sitting on the opposite of Namjoon sitting in front of him.
Namjoon looks away from his book and smiles softly at the person in front of him. "Hey Hoseok." Namjoon puts a small red paper in between the book and closes it, Hoseok smiles brightly. "Hey dimples." Hoseok chuckles, Namjoon smiles and sips on his drink. "What are you doing here?" Namjoon asks. "Well, to put it honestly, I saw you, wanted to say hi and here we are, talking." Hoseok gives a soft smile. "Anyways, what will you be doing?" Hoseok asks. Namjoon looks off distance. "Mm, I don't think I'll be doing anything today, just staying here, reading my book." Namjoon gives a small smile.
Hoseok looks down at his hands fiddling. "Would you... be interested in going to a party I'm having with a bunch of friends?" Hoseok bites the inside of his lip. Namjoon stares at Hoseok for a moment and looks down with a smile. "I'd love to go. I'll see you there, perhaps–."
Namjoon's sentence was cut off by his phone buzzing in his pocket, he takes it out of his pocket, he looks at Hoseok. "Sorry, one moment." Namjoon excuses himself. "It's fine, I'll wait." Hoseok smiles, Namjoon leaves his seat to pick up the phone.
He goes somewhere private to have the conversation and he answers the phone. "Hello?" Namjoon says. "Took you long enough to answer." A deep voice says in the other line, the voice Namjoon always loved hearing. "O-oh, hey Tae– I mean... Mr. Kim." Namjoon speaks shakily. "What are you doing right now?" Taehyung says with a monotone voice.
