Namjoonsmut Geschichten

^^ The title says it all

" Can we? " The unanswered question that keeps replaying in your mind for days, months, years. And the answer itself has giving up on you.

this is a fanfic about namjoon and y/n (that it I suck at description)

when a refrigerator falls in love with a human craoyla

Y/ N meets her math professor and rest is history. This is a smut. If you're uncomfortable with sexual content in reading, please ignore.

Sexually assaulted as a child, Christen Raines trusts no one. She stays to herself until Namjoon Kim comes into the picture.

Kim sung is 20 years old she wanted a new start so she started working for a fashion company and she left something behind and her boss finds...

" where's your home? " " i don't have a home " ;; in which a cursed immortal finds love in a homeless girl. may include: SMUT ; FLUFF ; ANGST ; MATURE SCENES ; EXPLICIT LANGUAGE [oc x kim namjoon] © 2018 triviaguk All Rights Reserved

Before, i'm just a girl that want to chase her dream, more like childhood dream come true after all the sacrifice. Along that she also got something precious unconsciously. And give her a whole real life roller coaster. Comes an agreement between us, it wasn't a simple agreement, it was risky but also something that make us happy without realizing it. "I do want it." "You do? Really?" "Uhum. I trust you, so why not?" Warning. English is not my first language, so please kindly remind me or just pass it if my grammar and vocabulary is suck 😅, also feel free to laugh it off 😂 ⚠️ Warning : 18/21+ (mature content)

A series of scenarios and how each of the bts members react to it.

In a world where magic pulsed quietly beneath the surface, he showed up. Too curious. Too kind. And maybe just a little too familiar. The closer he got, the harder I pushed him away. And in this place built on secrets, even the smallest spark can unravel everything. Maybe having him by my side isn't that bad...

Dear Kim Namjoon a.k.a RM, I hope you would find this story here as per my instructions and hints, in order to finally realise that I am not just the woman in your head, that I am not just the product of your overly creative mind. I AM REAL. And we need to talk -- like a real talk -- face to face talk (ok, video call would do, can't travel overseas during the pandemic) -- not just in your head. It's been long overdue, and I can't stand another mocking laugh of yours treating me like a mere shadow and do whatever you want to do without my consent. Correct, I am still an Army, but there are things to be straightened up within the entire interaction. First Step: Read the story Second Step: Call me (Yes, Joonie, that's my number on your desk, you ain't dreaming) Third Step: TBD Sincerely, Sensate Noona

12 eggs and 1 idea.

just know its unholy VERY unholy

-- when the dorky kid gets paired up with the most popular girl in school for a project, things take an unexpected turn...