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According to Namjoon, a kiss requires tongue, so many of your intimate kisses include your pink muscles wrestling each other. It can get very hot and heavy in some instances, but of course, those kisses are done in private.
You sat on the couch, lounging in front of the television while you waited for Namjoon, who was on house arrest in his studio. He has been inside his creative space all day and you were kind of getting a little impatient, however, you always enjoyed the privilege of being the first one to listen to his new addition of tracks, so you got over it fairly quickly. After another hour, you hear the door creak open with a sound of a huge sigh afterwards. You stared at him while he shuffled into the living room with his gray hoodie over his messy head of hair, plopping down next to you with a thump. "So, how's the song going?" You asked him, forwarding your attention to him rather than the damn screen. "It's coming," he sighed, laying his head on the side to look at you with tired eyes. "Writer's block?" You asked, giving him an empathetic pout. He sighed again, giving you the answer. "Let me make you feel better," you giggled, straddling over his lap and giving him a kiss. He chuckled in between kisses, tightening his grip on your waist. Once it was getting too steamy with your tongues exploring each other's mouths, he picked you up, making you laugh, "Namjoon!"
"I'm going to need more than just kisses."
Member: Kim Seokjin
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Seokjin loves to tease you. He will deny you kisses and play his little games that usually makes you agitated. But, in the end, he'll give you a smooch on the lips to make you feel better.
Both you and Seokjin were in the kitchen, cooking up a meal for dinner. He chopped up the vegetables while you handled the meat. Your backs were facing against each other, your station at the stove and his on the island. You relished the scent of the sizzling meat, your mouth salivating. "That smells really good honey," he commented, setting down the knife on the marble counter. You flipped the brown beef, pressing it down against the hot grill, causing the sound of the sizzle grow louder, "I know." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder. He was usually the one who grilled the meat, but when he met you and learned how good you were with grilling, he completely fell for you. "Here, try it," you said, tearing a piece with the silver tongs. You blew on it to cool it down, bringing it to his eager lips. He chewed happily, singing a sweet tune and making his usual sound effect as he savored the delicious taste. He gave you a thumb's up when you turned around to face him, smiling from the praise. "Can I have a kiss?" You asked politely, puckering your lips at him. He chuckled and gave you a sweet peck on the forehead, which annoyed you. "On the lips idiot," you retorted, poking your plump lips. He then continued to place kisses everywhere else but your requested destination. "Fine, no meat for you then," you huffed, using his weakness against him. Before you stomped away, he grabbed your arm and swung you into his body, finally placing a sweet smooch on your lips. "I'm sorry," he begged, making you laugh.
