Warning/spoilers: explicit sexual language, dry-humping, masturbation (fingering self, female; stroking self, male), VERY LIGHT dom/sub kink, slight voyeurism, multiple orgasms.
-Workshop Day Five-
So far, the morning had felt like a dream. While the outside contained a cold wind with light rain, inside the backhouse was full of warmth and comfort. It had almost been a week since arriving at the Soop property and Namjoon and I had finally gotten a morning alone together. It hadn't lasted as long as we would have wanted it to, but it had been quite blissful.
While my position on Namjoon's lap hadn't changed, his hands certainly had. This morning was the first time his fingers made their way under my shirt and up my back. There had brief moments his heated hands skimmed down my sides, burning my skin. His fingertips made shapes along my ribcage, sending shivers along my spine. I had to fight the urge to grind down on his bulge, which I could feel along my inner thigh. But I was respectful and allowed him to set the pace. I also touched him back, but kept my fingers over his clothes, not trusting myself to touch his skin quite yet.
It had been such a delicious morning.
"Maya!" a voice pulled me back to the present.
"What?" I found myself standing in front of the stove. How did I get here?
"Your food is burning." Yoongi suddenly appeared at my side, taking ahold of the smoky pan next to me and moving it out of the burner.
Finally, I reacted, remembering I was in the kitchen cooking. I let out a curse as I turned off the gas. I quickly apologized and stirred my food to see what was salvageable.
I was reheating leftovers from the days prior. We had so much of them due to the constant cooking. And Jungkook and Namjoon were on strict diets. Without human garbage disposals, a lot of food was about to go bad; I couldn't let it go to waste. Plus, yesterday's long workshop left all the chefs with no energy to cook.
Checking the food I was reheating, I noticed some of the beef bulgogi got burned from my negligence, but most still looked edible. Just needed the right seasoning.
Placing the meat on top of rice, I added sautéed veggies I had cooked in another pan—they had been spared my negligence. An egg, avocado, and kimchi salsa were added for extra flavor. I had never been a picky eater. Anything could be thrown together and I would be more than satisfied.
I took my plate to the dining table where Yoongi was now sitting. He was eating noodles while looking at his notes for the day. Namjoon was eating his breakfast and standing up. His breakfast was simple: granola and fruit. Jin was doing dishes, also having finished a bowl of leftovers. Rabbit and Noise had left in the early hours while we were all asleep.
Looking out into the rain that was getting heavier, I knew they had made the right choice.
Hobi entered the house, his clothes covered in water. He let out a loud shiver and took off his jacket. As he hung it, I noticed him eyeing Yoongi's and my dishes. I was the closest to him, so his attention was mostly on my bowl.
"Mai-Mai, is it good?" He was eyeing all the things on my bowl and leaning closer.
Because I understood Hobi-Speak, I lifted a fork full of food and offered it to him. He immediately munched on it, making pleasant sounds as he chewed.
"Wow! That is really yummy," he said as he continued to eye my bowl. "Not too spicy."
I pushed him away. "Go serve yourself." I motioned to the pan on the stove.
"What did you put on it?" he asked as he made his way to the stove. His eyes popped open in surprise when he saw some of the food was burnt. "Wuh! What happened here?"
"Maya was too busy daydreaming," Yoongi said, never taking his eyes off his notes. "Almost burnt the whole house down."
Hobi turned to me, silently asking me if this is true.
I rolled my eyes and dismissed the dramatic old man on my right. I told Hobi what to add to the bowl to make it like mine.
As I listed off the food, I saw a hand pick up my fork. I turned too late.
"Odd combination, but works," Yoongi said with his mouth full.
These boys and their zero boundaries when it came to food, honestly.
"Let's see," Jin said, magically appearing on my other side and taking ahold of the fork before I could protest.
"I'm still not a fan of the salsa. And the avocado is still gross, but it's ok." Jin snickered as he saw my irritation. He turned to Namjoon. "Namjoonie, want to try?"
Namjoon smirked at Jin teasing me. He was now standing in front of the sink, washing his own dish. "I value my life, so I'll pass."
"Mai-Mai does look like she's about to murder Jin," Hobi said, laughing. He had a bowl in his hand and took a seat on the counter.
I inhaled the last bite of my food before any of these animals stole my last bite. After, I walked to the sink to clean up.
Namjoon made a motion to my plate. "I got it."
I handed him the plate and gave him my thanks, wishing I could peck him on the cheek. I settled for rubbing his arm. He smiled at me in return.
There was a twinkle in his eye and I wondered if he was remembering this morning. Remembering how his fingers had made it under my bra….
"Such a gentleman, Namjoonie. So handsome, too. And look at that massive body—you've become quite the catch," Hobi said eyeing his friend.
Namjoon shook his head in slight embarrassment.
I grinned in adoration, loving Namjoon blushing. The bigger he got, the more his brothers teased him.
"For real," Hobi continued. "My girl friends say it's hard to find a guy these days," he said as he turned to me. "Mai-Mai, you really need to find a good girl for him," Hobi said, half teasing, half serious.
Hoseok did this at times. He would come to me to try and find a girlfriend for one of the guys. Because I had introduced him and his girlfriend, he thought of me as a matchmaker.
Namjoon's head hung; he knew what was coming.
I decided to add a log to the fire. "Oh, I think I found one," I said to Hobi.
All eyes were on me.
"What? Who?" Namjoon eyed me suspiciously.
"I'll give you the details later," I said, almost dismissively, but I made sure to send him a knowing look. "She's really cute. I think you'll like her."
"Oh, good!" Hobi said happily. "Namjoonie is the perfect kind of man: healthy, a true gentleman, a great and loving son, works hard, uh…" he began thinking of what else to say.
Jin laughed at Hobi. "You honestly can't think of anything else?"
Hobi gave a nervous laugh. "I lost my train of thought." He turned to me again, "Mai-Mai, help me."
I didn't hesitate. "He's intelligent, gifted, great sense of humor, confident—women love that. Extremely loyal, calm, collected, holds high value in family—both blood and chosen family."
Namjoon's neck was fully pink and looking away from us.
"And he's fucking adorable when he gets embarrassed." I laughed after hearing him groan in slight annoyance.
"I'm interested in knowing what kind of perfect girl you mustered up for Namjoonie. With how perfect you're painting him, this girl ought to be incredible herself," Yoongi said warily, making his way to Hoseok's side on the counter.
I needed to change the topic quickly before it bit me in the ass soon. I leaned onto the island and held eye contact with him. "I mean, if you're jealous of how much I'm complimenting Namjoon, I can shift the focus to those fucking sexy scars on you in Daechwita. And the way you leaned out of that car window while it made donuts…." I let out a small but explicit moan.
Yoongi looked as if he wanted to crawl out of his skin.
"How did you sleep last night, Maya?" Jin asked, a teasing grin forming.
I made another moan. "I had very satisfying dreams."
Yoongi turned away and acted as if he was about to throw up.
"I'm not the only one who has those dreams, Yoongi," I say to him as he walked away.
"Yeah, but they're not my sisters," Yoongi argued back, saying the last word in English.
Yoongi did that sometimes. Used the English word "sister" instead of "noona" with me.
"Jagi, I hate to break it to you but plenty of them are like me—older than you. And there is nothing wrong with an older woman finding a younger male attractive—as long as both are of age." I did my best to not look towards Namjoon when I said this.
"No, not noona; my sister," he said the final word again in English.
There was silence for several seconds. The heaviness and honesty of his words took a moment to sink in.
While I was fluent in Korean, there were times I dismissed and didn't fully understand the heaviness of some words. He had meant to call me his sister sister, not noona—which had a completely different meaning in Korean culture.
I had been friends with the guys for years. The maknaes and Hobi had referred to me as a sister long ago. Jin referred to me as such when he would send me messages on my birthday. But Yoongi had never worded or hinted his feelings for me were equally as deep.
I must be an open book because Yoongi let out a sigh of defeat. "You're not going to get emotional on me, are you?"
I couldn't help it, I walked over to him, my arms outstretched, needing a hug. Tears were forming and threatened to spill out.
The guys let out heartwarming "awwws" the moment I pulled Yoongi into a full embrace. Well, almost full embrace. I hugged his side, mostly his arm.
I couldn't see his expression, but felt the light tap on my arm from him—the closest thing I would get of an embrace in return. "Ok. Are you happy now?"
"I am," I said into his back. My head resting on his shoulder.
"I'm happy that you're happy." He began pulling away.
"Not yet," I said, holding tight.
He let out a defeated laugh. "Why?"
"I heard somewhere that it takes thirty seconds for endorphins to kick in."
"She's right," I heard Namjoon say. "If you struggle, she'll have to restart the time."
"Ahhh!" Yoongi let out but didn't struggle until I stepped away from him.
He didn't make eye contact with me but asked if I was satisfied.
"Almost." I reached up to my tip toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
All the guys laughed.
Yoongi just turned away. "We should wake the others—try to get as much done before this storm can get worse."
I turned to the backyard. The winds were picking up. The weathercast this morning stated that earlier thoughts of the storm calming down were now incorrect. The storm was growing but expected to pass us. As a precaution, the town had sent out an emergency notice to its residents. Everyone was to stay home and seek shelter. The roads were still open but expected to close if the storm didn't calm down by tonight.
We had thought of leaving but decided collectively that it was best to stay put. Our location was at a higher altitude, so flooding might not be a problem where we were. But that only meant the winds were more dangerous for us.
Yoongi was right in the sense that we needed to wake up the guys and get started soon.
"Use the ATVs," Namjoon said. Let's be sure to park them along the houses, it'll be easier to travel between the houses—it's bound to get muddy and slippery."
"Taehyung and Jungkook left them along House C yesterday," Jin said.
"Jungwah!" Namjoon called out.
No answer. Jungkook was very much dead asleep.
We all turned to Namjoon, wondering why he needed Jungkook.
"He and Taehyung should go to the shack where the other two ATVs are," Namjoon explained. "Best to go now and park them along the entrances to the houses."
"Should we plan on all staying here tonight?" asked Jin.
Namjoon shook his head. "I don't think we should be uncomfortable unless we absolutely need to. We got work to do. Let's do the most we can but be prepared to all move here if we need to. Maybe we could all bring a few things here—clothes, bedding—just in case."
They all nodded.
"I'll wake up Jungkookie," Hoseok said, making his way up the staircase.
The next hour was spent bringing all the necessary equipment into the main house.
The workshop had gone fine. The storm wasn't too strong—at least not yet, which allowed us to focus. Yoongi and Jin were in charge of dinner once again, and Namjoon, Jimin, and V had decided to play some karaoke to drown out the winds. Hobi, Jungkook, and I ended up on Jungkook's bed, discussing the next day's workshop.
"This is the line that I'm just fully obsessed with," I told Jungkook as I read from his worksheet. "It's so beautiful. I don't think I've ever read anything better written by you. Whatever we come up with tomorrow, it's going to be a great song."
Jungkook gave a small smile but didn't meet my eyes, always too shy to fully take compliments when it came to his talents.
I reached over and gave him a tender rub on his arm. "You should be proud. Gloat! Be more like Jin and embrace all the compliments."
He let out a shy laugh. "It wasn't only me. Namjoonie helped me a lot. It was because of him that I wrote this lyric."
"JK, I will be the first to say and praise Namjoon for all his talents, but all he does is push you. You're the one who still wrote all of this. You're a talented writer," I insisted.
"Ah, you really are Jungkookie," Hobi added with a tone full of pride for his youngest brother. "Namjoonie is an excellent teacher and guide. He has a talent in knowing what every person needs to succeed. And his words make you feel like you can achieve greatness."
Jungkook nodded. "He's amazing. We're lucky to have him. He is the best part of Bangtan."
Hobi nodded. "For real. Without him, we wouldn't have half the success we do."
"He deserves this next break more than anyone," Jungkook said genuinely. "So much hard work—he needs rest."
"Ah, look at how bright Maya's face gets when we talk about Namjoonie. Almost looks like a proud girlfriend," Hobi said with a wide grin. He shared a chuckle with Jungkook.
Did I miss something? I hadn't said a word. "What are you talking about?"
"Ah. Maiwa, when are you going to admit you like him?" Hobi asked boldly.
"What?" I was thrown off.
Jungkook's let out a chuckle. "You've liked him for a long time."
"What makes you say that?" I asked, secretly afraid of learning the answer.
Jungkook didn't hesitate to answer. "You look at him…different. He looks at you differently. He laughs more with you around. You touch him a lot. You give us hugs a lot—pinch our cheeks. But you touch Namjoonah in the arm, the back, his thigh," he said as he giggled. "You stay close to him. If both of you are in the same room, you stay with him. Since you moved to Seoul, it's become more like this."
Hobi nodded his head. "She's liked him for years. I recognized it when they had their big fight years ago."
We all knew the fight Hoseok was referring to. Years ago, a disagreement between Namjoon and me lead to me stop speaking to him for months. He had tried to reach out many times, but I had been too hurt to hear his apology. It took a lot of groveling on his part to mend our friendship.
Hobi continued to speak, "I've messed up in our friendship in the past too, but the way you got so upset with Namjoon was another level. You've never been that upset with me."
It was true. Hobi and I had had a couple of fights as friends, but I had been able to forgive and move on quickly with Hobi. Namjoon apologized repeatedly and it had been difficult to accept it. Maybe Hobi was onto something. Maybe my feelings for Namjoon back then had been more than a crush. Why else had the fight been so difficult to handle?
I was silent as I thought of Hobi's words.
"Admit you like him," Hobi said, tapping my foot to get my attention.
"Yeah, it's only the two of us," Jungkook said as he stared at me with his big doey eyes.
Hobi let out a giggle.
I rolled my eyes at both of them. "What is this? Middle school?"
"You're not denying it," Hobi accused.
"Because she likes him," Jungkook insisted.
Before I could tell them to fuck off, someone called out to us.
"Food's ready," Jin let out.
Food was the perfect word to distract Hobi and Jungkook. They immediately got up and headed downstairs.
Once downstairs, I noticed some containers on the counter. I frowned.
Namjoon stepped to my side. "I was thinking we could work on the song for tomorrow while we ate. There's a lot of revisions that PD-nim asked for—he just sent me the email."
I gave a nod. Believing we finally had made a solid track, we emailed the song to Sihyuk yesterday. Usually, Sihyuk sent notes immediately, but almost a full 24 hours had passed. It was nice knowing that he finally got around to sending us notes. "Yeah, let's get it done," I answered Namjoon.
Both Namjoon and I took the containers and put them into a bag as we gathered our stuff to head to the backhouse.
"Namjoon's samgyeopsal came out very good," Yoongi said as I threw my bag over my arm. "Only burned his fingers twice and there was a small fire—Jin put it out right away."
I frowned. "Namjoon cooked?"
Yoongi nodded. "He wanted to contribute. He chose a simple dish. He did very well."
I turned to Namjoon, smiling. He was too busy gathering his things into his bag. Yoongi didn't throw easy compliments when it came to food.
"He put in a lot of work into it…almost like he was trying to impress someone." Yoongi gave an evil smirk.
I chose to ignore him and gave my goodnights to the guys.
I turned and noticed Namjoon around the alcohol station. He grabbed the makgeolli. When he looked up and saw me looking at him, he gave me a wink and hurried over towards me.
"In case we lose power tonight and the ondol doesn't work, remember body heat is the best way to stay warm," Jin called out to us and winked.
"The ondol works with gas, not electricity," I snapped at him.
"The storm might damage the ondol," Jin said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"How?" I demanded.
"Mother Nature might want to heat things up."
I rolled my eyes at him and walked out. Once I exited, the strong wind sent me a step back. A solid, warm body caught me. Large hands kept me still. "Jungkook parked the ATV to our right," I heard Namjoon's deep whisper against my ear and he handed me a set of keys.
We went over to the ATV, adjusted our bags and food and began to drive up the hill. If it hadn't been for the extra baggage, it would have felt nice to have Namjoon behind me, but alas we would have to try this another time.
The ATVs were a great idea of Namjoon's because we got to the backhouse in good time.
"First we eat, and then everything else," he said as he set the food on the living room table.
"Do you think we'll be done with the editing by tonight?" I asked.
"Oh, I finished that earlier. His changes weren't a lot—mostly wants Jungkookie to record more. Tonight, is just about you and me," his lovely dimples shined brightly.
I couldn't help the goofy smile from forming. "Did you plan this?"
He set down a couple of small plates for us and took out the chopsticks. "Sort of. I wanted to have a nice dinner. Just the two of us."
I reached over the table to give him a small kiss. "Thank you."
His smile was warm and sweet. "You're welcome. Now, let's eat."
Very little was said about work, most of what we talked about was small, random things. Art, music, books. Before I knew it, we finished most of our meal.
I wasn't full—Namjoon had packed just enough food for the both of us—but I was satisfied.
"Mmm. The pork was sooooo good," I said after bringing the last bite to my mouth. Yoongi hadn't been lying about Namjoon doing his best.
Namjoon let out a huge grin. "Really? That's a relief to hear."
My previous boyfriends tried to impress me on dates and they were never successful. I wasn't picky, but they often got wrong what my likes were. I didn't care for the big, expensive dates and gifts. I preferred the intimate ones. The simple ones. Like this one: a homecooked meal with great conversation. Namjoon just…got me.
I reached over and gave him a rewarding kiss. "And you thought you couldn't cook."
He grew shy. "Well, it was mostly Yoongi who cooked it. I just followed instructions on how to do the sauces. And I burned some of the pork. My fingers—"
I silenced him with another kiss. When I pulled back, I looked at him straight in the eye. "You cooked. Even Yoongi said it was really good. Take the compliment, please."
He gave a small smile and nodded. "Thank you," he said politely.
He looked too cute to be far away from me. I got up and walked over next to him, sitting right at his side.
His eyebrows knitted together. "Not liking your seat?" he teased.
"I didn't think you'd mind if I sat next to you."
"I'm happy with wherever you want to sit."
"You are?" An idea immediately came to mind.
He gave a slight nod.
Without hesitation I crawled onto his lap, settling my arms on his shoulders.
Hands were placed warmly onto my hips. "This seat especially makes me happy."
A giggle came out of my lips before I leaned in to claim his lips.
We stayed that way for a few minutes, but then there was total darkness.
I pulled away from him and looked around, taking notice of all the lights and electronic devices plugged in had shut down. "Well, that's not good."
Namjoon moved underneath me and gently pulled me off his lap so he could stand up. "We should light the candles. I left the flashlight next to my bag, wait here."
As he moved from me, I took hold of his sweater and went with him. "You are not leaving me alone in the dark."
He took my hand and started to lead the way.
We were almost to the kitchen island when I saw Namjoon's outline head straight to the high chairs. He forgot they were there. I tugged at his sweater and tried to keep him from taking another step forward. "Wait—"
Too late. He knocked over one of the chairs and began stumbling forward. I held onto him and steadied the two of us.
It worked because he stayed off the ground. "Waaah. That was close." I saw his silhouette reach down to stand up from the chair. "Ahhh. One of the legs broke."
God of Destruction struck again, I wanted to say but kept my lips sealed. I noticed the flashlight next to Namjoon's bag and turned it on. "Where are the candles?"
"I put them on the kitchen counter. I found them earlier this morning and put them there, just in case." He began to make his way to the counter.
I noticed the candles—five of them. I made sure to be the one who turned them on, a little too scared to let Namjoon handle the fire. I adored the man, but I also didn't want to chance his destructive nature making an appearance again.
We walked around the house to place a candle in each room and then checked a few places in search of more candles or flashlights.
"I'll check on the thermostat. I don't think we left it on," Namjoon said as he made his way back to the living room.
"Did we even turn it on our entire stay?" I asked.
"I don't think so," Namjoon answered as he got to the top of the stairs.
I took off a sock to see if I could feel the flooring heat system. Jesus, it was stone cold. I immediately put my sock back on.
There was a rattling at the door. I turned to the noise and saw Jin entering, a flashlight in his hand and something else in the other. "You two alright?"
"Yeah. How about you guys?" I asked, making my way to him while holding a candle.
"We're good. Yoongi took out the candles, flashlights, and batteries right on time. Need any? I brought extra," he said as he lifted a box with items.
"Hyung. Everyone ok?" came Namjoon's voice.
"Yes. I brought stuff just in case you need them." Jin placed the box on the island.
"The ondol won't turn on," Namjoon said.
"Need help?"
"Yeah." Namjoon lead the way.
Jin moved after him but turned to me before going up the stairs. "Won't it be a bummer if it stopped working?" I could practically hear his evil smile.
I ignored him and made my way to the box Jin brought. There were a couple of small flashlights and a big lantern inside. I made sure they were all working and set them up in the necessary locations.
The guys came downstairs. Their easiness was enough to tell me the ondol was working.
Jin headed to the back door. "Jimin and Taehyung are usually the last to go to sleep. They said they can check on the houses to be sure everything is ok before they go to bed. Want them to check here too?"
Namjoon shook his head. "No. I usually go to bed around 3. I'll look around and send a message through the group chat with an update."
"I'm normally up early. I can check around the house and send Yoongi an update," I offered. "He's normally the one awake first."
Jin nodded. "Ok. Stay safe. Good night."
We stayed near the window and made sure to follow Jin got back to the main house. Once he was safely inside the main house, we went to clean up our mess.
As we cleaned everything up, we heard the winds picking up. The windows began to rattle slightly. We decided to move upstairs, seeing the first floor had several large windows. It was an old house, so the chance that the glass might break was probable. Before we went upstairs though, Namjoon made sure to grab the soju and a couple of glasses.
"To keep us warm," he said with a smile.
"Sure," I teased.
Once we were outside our bedrooms, he turned to me. "How about we sleep in the same bed—just for tonight? The ondol can take hours to heat up the rooms."
A night in Namjoon's arms? "Ok," I said rather too quickly.
Namjoon didn't seem to notice my eagerness, or at least it didn't look like it. "Good. We can use my room. It only has one glass window in here. Yours has two."
"Sure. Let me just get ready," I said as stepped into my room.
I don't think I ever changed as fast as I did. I selected a pair of boxer shorts, my best bra, and the biggest t-shirt I had brought to the trip.
I came to Namjoon's room and noticed he had changed as well. He had on some warm joggers and a white muscle t-shirt.
He handed me a glass. "It'll keep us warm."
He hadn't served me much, so I took it down in one gulp.
He motioned to the bed. "You prefer a side?"
I shook my head, putting down my glass. "You?"
"The right side, if that's ok."
"Sure. It's your bed." I got underneath the covers, feeling my nerves kicking in.
He did the same.
Once we were under the warm blanket, we simply looked at each other. The soju had done very little to calm me. I scooted a little closer and felt his hand on my hip. He leaned in a little and breathed in. "You smell good."
I breathed him in return. "You do too."
He gave me a sweet smile and moved in for a kiss.
For a long, good while, we did what we did the previous nights: simply kiss. I kept my hands on his chest and arms. His fingers, however, explored a little further than before. They came down my spine and down to my outer thighs. His hips moved in between my legs, settling himself in between them. He rolled me off of our sides until he was hovering over me. A few times, his stomach would rub against my center, making me quiver.
His fingers seemed to have a brain of their own. They roamed along my bottom and stomach. Eventually, they made their way underneath my bra. I was sure my gasp could be heard in the other rooms.
"Is this ok?" he asked in his deep, sultry voice. His fingers stilled but his lips left traces of kisses along my neck and earlobe, gently nipping at times.
I let out a small but pleasureful moan. "God, yes." I felt the wetness leak its way to my boxers. A part of me was nervous about Namjoon feeling it, but a greater part of me hoped he did feel how wet he was making me.
He smiled against my skin; taking pleasure in torturing me. I should care and feel indignant about it, but it was actually turning me on.
His fingers went under the back of my bra, making small circles until they moved towards my breasts. His fingers stopped at my underboobs. "How about this?"
This time, I mewled and dug my fingers into his shoulder blades. "Grab them, lick them. Do whatever you want." I felt like I was going to go crazy if he didn't give them proper attention.
He let out a dark chuckle but didn't make me wait longer. His palms finally touched my flesh. Each tit was caressed by a massive hand, the nipples being rubbed by rough and gentle thumbs. The bra band tightened around me, making me feel uncomfortable. I reached behind my back and unclasped it, quickly tossing it aside. My hands then took hold of his neck and I pulled him to me for a deeper kiss.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked roughly. His lips skimmed my chin and traveled down my throat. His tongue came out and licked a few spots of flesh. I tightened my thighs around him, needing to feel closer. Needing to be sown onto his flesh.
Shit, we had passed second base and were heading to third quickly. I was already losing my mind. What the fuck was happening? The last time I made out this much with a guy and I got this wet was when I was a teenager. Yet, here I was, a fully grown woman with the sexual over-sensitivity of a high schooler.
Namjoon's palms moved to my back, his fingernails lightly scraping at my skin. "Would it be alright if I took off your shirt?" he asked in between kisses.
"As long as you take off your own," I immediately countered.
He'd never moved so fast. His shirt was tossed to the side in a second. It had been so unexpected and comical, that I wasn't able to hold in my laughter.
"It's rude to laugh at a guy when he's half-naked," he said, diving in for more kisses.
"Sorry," I said half-heartedly. "It's cute to see you so eager." After giving him another kiss, I pushed him slightly back so there was enough room for me to take off my shirt. We had only a lantern for light, but it was enough for me to see the dragon eyes were back. You would think I was his next meal as I took off my top.
At the sight of my naked chest, Namjoon let out a low moan. His hand reached over and took hold of my tit.
I maneuvered us in a way that made him sit on the bed with his back to the headboard. I crawled into my favorite seat, his lap. "Set the pace," I said to him. "I'm good with how far you want to take this." His warm cocoa eyes darkened but his body stiffened. "Just no ass play—not yet, anyway," I said, trying to ease things over.
He chuckled and I felt his body relax underneath me.
Mission accomplished. I wanted him to be loose with us. This didn't need to be stressful.
My lips went back to his. The kiss started slow and steady. We took a few deep breaths to make sure we were both calm from our nerves—his physical ones and my emotional ones. It didn't take long for us to go back into the intense rhythm of before.
His hands returned to my chest, roaming and skimming over every inch. My hands mostly stayed on his arms and pecs; he was so fucking big.
Suddenly, I was underneath him again and he had resettled between my legs. His pants were still on, but when he lowered his hips down, his bulge pressed against my center. I let out a moan. I was grateful I had chosen my boxer shorts. If I had worn normal shorts and panties, I wouldn't have felt the deliciousness of his bulge. And damn did it feel big.
As he put pressure on my pussy, I knew my juices were starting to soak through my boxers. I swayed my hips, trying to find a pleasurable pressure.
Namjoon's hips came down a little rougher and faster. His lips fully claimed my collarbone as he humped me.
Trying to catch my breath, my hands went underneath his pants but stayed on top of his boxers. I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks, encouraging his rough movements. "Fuck."
He let out a grunt and reached down to push his pants down past his ass, allowing his covered bulge to come out of his pants. He rose onto his forearms and pressed his clothed dick onto my clothed cunt. He stilled. His dragon eyes searched mine. I knew he felt it. Felt how soaked I was.
I whimpered underneath him, circling my hips to get him to move again.
"Shit, girl," he let out under his breath.
He had called me that many times before, but it felt different this time. His tone and pitch were passionate. The word was full of arousal, full of urge, and fire. Caused by me.
I looked down, my mouth watering at seeing the tent on his boxers. I imagined how long his dick was. How pink would the head be? How wide would be the girth? How many veins would pop out along his shaft?
I felt a grip on my wrist and felt a push. I looked up to see a set of wild, dark chocolate eyes.
"If you touch me, I'm not gonna last," he said in a rough voice. He resumed his movements.
Was that why he was holding my wrist? Had I tried to grab him without realizing it? Shit.
"And if you keep those noises up." He let out a grunt as he put more pressure into my cunt.
The heat in my stomach was catching fire quickly. "Fuck, Namjoon." My other hand was still free, so I dug my fingers more into his ass, pushing him more into me.
"Do you like it soft and slow or rough and fast?" he asked, nipping my neck carefully. I was positive he was inhaling my aroma, his nostrils gluing themselves onto my skin.
He thrust his hips against me with just enough pressure for more juices to slide down.
"I like everything you're doing," I barely let out.
My words only caused him to grind me rougher. His hands came to my inner thighs and spread my legs further apart. He pushed himself up onto an almost sitting position, my thighs wrapped around his outer hips, his bulge right on my clit. He reached down and took hold of his clothed member. Fuck, it was long.
He looked right at me, looking starved and hungry. "Hands off," he said roughly.
The demanding tone only made me feel like cuming. I nodded franticly, too scared to voice any words. I didn't want to say the wrong thing and have him stop.
He took a deep breath and pressed his covered dick onto my clit.
"Hijo de—," I almost cursed out. I almost came right there and then. My fingers came slapped onto his arms and my nails dug. I took deep breaths, calming myself.
Namjoon froze. "Mai?" There was a slight tone of concern in his voice.
I was a little calmer now to speak. "If you can't cum fast then I can't cum fast," I said in between breaths.
He kissed my temple. "Sorry."
I smiled up at him. "It's ok. You're just…you're making me so goddamn sensitive. My skin feels on fire."
He continued kissing my face, neck, and shoulders until I settled down. "Ready?"
I slowly nodded.
His lips captured mine as he went back to grinding me. He went slow at first but the kerosene slowly started to pour out of my core again. His grunts came back once he felt the new fluids. His hips thrust more forcefully; his speed also picked up.
I wrapped my legs around his middle and moved my hips back and forth, pushing against his bulge. I wanted him to do what he had done before: take his dick in his hand and rub it against me. I knew I could handle it now. But after several thrusts, he still didn't make a motion to do exactly that.
As I pushed down on him, I took hold of one of his hands and moved it towards his dick. "Again," I pleaded. "Please."
I looked up at him and as he held my gaze, I could feel the motion of his hand coming down. I felt the back of his hand brush against pussy. My breath hitched at the contact, but I kept it together.
And then his clothed crown was pressed against my bean. It still felt as agonizingly delicious as before, but this time my body was prepared for it. I let out a long and deep moan, writhing underneath him. He moved it up and down my covered lips, which were hidden behind the soaked material of my panties. If we had better lighting, Namjoon would have been able to get a clear view of my pussy lips, that's how wet and see-through the material was. His dick came in between the lips and began to fuck them.
I had never done this before, but damn did it feel good. I writhed underneath him, silently worshiping his beautiful and dirty mind.
His lips were back on mine. "So loud," he mumbled into my mouth.
Was I being loud?
His movements were getting more intense, less of a rhythm now. He took hold of my outer thighs and pulled my body as close as he could to his.
I was leaking so much that his underwear was also drenched. And he was using the wetness to his advantage. His underwear was now clinging onto his shaft and working as another layer of skin. He pushed down more in between my pussy lips, much closer to my hole.
I let out a silent prayer to all the gods. If they could make Namjoon pull out his dick and take me raw and rough right here and then, I would never ask for anything else again.
I lifted my leg a bit and felt a perfect pressure. The head of his dick pressed into my cunt hole. I could feel paradise only a few thrusts away.
Namjoon leaned his body over me and thrust with more force. The head of his cock entered me by a couple of centimeters. Fuck, that was hot. A vein formed on the side of Namjoon's throat as his face turned a full shade of red. Did this mean he was close?
The idea that he was about to cum was what my body needed. I made a final movement, pushing his cockhead into me one more time. I came undone. I heard a loud noise in the distance, but I didn't care to figure out what it was. My world was covered in white and my thighs shivered around the man above me.
Namjoon was right there with me, hitting his orgasm a second after me.
As I came down from my high, Namjoon's hips jerked a few times, his body coming down as well. I was a little sensitive, so his movements gave me aftershocks.
Once his body stopped shaking, he took a few deep breaths, placed his lips against my temple, and fell onto his side on the bed.
I wanted nothing more than to take a long nap, but the man next to me had a look on his face that demanded my full attention. I rolled onto my side, facing him. "What?"
"You're loud," he said with a deadpan look. But then began to laugh.
"I am?" I laughed along with him.
"Yes! We're lucky we're so far away and the wind is so loud. The others would have heard."
"I didn't think I was being that loud." I felt a bit embarrassed. I had always enjoyed sex and never really had trouble cuming, but I had never been told I was loud. Then again, what I had just experienced was on another level. I had never cum so much by just dry humping.
Namjoon wrapped his arm across my stomach. "It was pretty hot actually."
I felt myself getting warm from shyness. "You weren't even touching me. I wasn't even touching me."
His face lost all laughter. "You could have touched yourself," he said with a look of hunger in his eyes. The dragon was swimming back to the surface. I felt his arm tighten around me.
"You said hands off," I countered.
"Hands off me. Hell, if you wanted to touch yourself, you should have. It would have been a lot hotter if you had." His fingers were now making shapes around my stomach.
"Well, be more specific next time," I said. My hands came to his arm.
A look came across his face as he went over my words. "Hold up, hold up. Are you saying you didn't do something because I told you not to?"
I didn't understand his look and question. "Uh-huh."
His dragon eyes dug deep into mine. "So, you're into being told what to do in bed? That a kink for you?" I felt his fingers apply more pressure against my stomach, becoming more adventurous as they traveled south to the edge of my very sticky underwear.
With Namjoon, I was always honest. Even though I felt a heat of embarrassment, I answered him truthfully. "Kind of. And it doesn't help that your deep voice is a real turn-on."
"Yeah?" he asked, intentionally in a lower tone, rolling off his side to move on top of me.
I nodded, allowing my eyes to roam over his naked chest. I had a nice view by him hovering above me. Then I noticed my pointy nipples. I forgot I was basically naked.
"Think you can demonstrate to me how you would have touched yourself?" he asked in a low and seductive voice.
I could see where this was headed. My pussy got excited at the thought.
"Shit, I love those sounds," he praised. Again, I hadn't noticed I was making noises. His eyes lingered on my tits, but he didn't touch them. His eyes traveled up and met mine. "Do it. Touch yourself."
With a mind of its own, my hand made its way down my body. The fingertips brushed my stomach, slowly passed my belly button, and stopped right at the end of my boxer shorts.
My eyes stayed on Namjoon. His eyes were turned downward, taking in the sight of my naughty fingers. His jaw clenched as my fingers danced at the hem of my underwear.
I wanted to look down too but looking at him was more pleasurable. I had touched myself and seen myself cum on my fingers thousands of times, I knew how hot I looked. But I had only seen Namjoon's face in ecstasy once. It had been minutes ago, but I craved to see it again. To watch the vein in his throat pop out, see his mouth open with no sound coming out….
My fingers went underneath the boxers, making their way to my bottom lips. They were so slippery and sticky from cum; my fingers easily slipped inside. "Should I pull them down?" I breathed out.
I was playing with him and my body fully loved it. I wanted him to boss me around.
Namjoon let out a grunted huff, his eyes still on my hand. "Keep them on. If I see you, I don't think I'll be able to keep myself together."
I pulled my finger out, rubbing my clit and then going back inside, I was teasing him by teasing myself. "You sure?"
He heard the wet sounds coming from my lower lips. His eyes came back to mine. The dragon looked almost lethal, a shiver went all the way down to my cunt. "Put a finger inside."
My forefinger obliged. I heard the groan come out of my throat.
"Slow," came the rough, timbre voice.
I did as I was told, making my wet finger find a sluggish but stirring rhythm. It was like that for several minutes and Namjoon continued to stare at my clothed pussy, his head surely envisioning what was behind the material covering me.
"Put another finger in," he demanded.
I added my middle finger and continued to pump my digits in and out, rubbing the inside of my walls, creating a sweet friction. I started to feel myself getting closer to my orgasm, despite the slow pace. My eyes fluttered shut without realizing it. My fingers wanted to pick up the pace, but my body and mind prevented me. Namjoon had to tell me to first.
Lips came to my ear and a deep voice. "A third. Get a little rough on yourself. Faster."
His voice sent a shiver all the way down my toes.
I did as he said. My fingers plunging into my pussy, liquids coming out. I curled my fingers upwards and rubbed against my g-spot. I felt my body tremble slightly.
"Hold on, girl," his lips were still against my ear. "You're doing so good."
His approval made me mewl underneath him. Shit, was praise a kink now, too?
"Go faster, use your thumb to rub your clit," he instructed.
I felt his head up above mine and I knew he was looking down my boxers. I wasn't sure how much he could see from his angle and with this poor lighting, but I bet he was getting quite a peak. His breathing was getting heavier. Was he about to cum too?
That's when I forced my heavy eyelids to open. He had moved up to the pillow behind me, his eyes still focused on my covered hand, while his own hand was under his boxers and stroking his member. The sight almost made me cum.
Shit, I was about to lose it. "Namju—close." I could sense it.
Namjoon's hand started to go up and down on himself faster. "Wait. Almost there."
God, I would rather my fingers be on him than on myself right now. I wanted his dick raw on my palm so bad.
My walls started to vibrate, warning me my orgasm was fast approaching. "Naaaam."
Namjoon let out a grunt. "Let go," the sweet voice against my ear.
My legs shook, the fingers inside me twitched, and my lower lips quivered as I reached my high, revisiting my beautiful heaven. I was surprised and how fast I had cum and how intense it had been. I really needed sleep now.
Next to me, I heard Namjoon let out a heavy moan.
For several minutes all I could hear was the breathing and small satisfying noises.
Eventually, Namjoon broke the silence. "I don't think I'm going to survive actual sex with you. Shit. I've cum twice in my pants. It's like I'm some sort of horny 15-year-old who just discovered porn."
I nodded. "I feel you. I didn't think you'd be into demanding me, but you seem to be enjoying it quite well."
He gave a shy laugh and finally placed his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. "I got into it, but I think it's because how earnest you were at wanting to listen to me."
I groaned in remembering. "It's your voice."
His lips touched my arm. My body shivered from it, still sensitive from the two orgasms. "You want to sleep on the ground? It'll be warmer there."
I struggled in keeping my eyes open, but I had enough energy to grab his arm and pull it around me. I scooted closer to him. "I'll get too hot down there. Right here is fine."
I heard him agree to my words and then felt his lips against the back of my neck. Then, I felt the cover he put around us.
My eyes finally gave in and shut. I was exhausted.
With Namjoon alongside me, his arm protectively wrapped around my middle, I easily had the most beautiful sleep.
