Warning/spoilers: full penetration (FINALLY), oral sex, digit penetration
-Summer 2020-
I was standing in front of the guys' dormitory, waiting for someone to open the door.
I wasn't sure who—or if anyone—was home. In true Latina style, I decided on a whim to come for a visit without calling first. They all had today off, that I knew for sure due to Namjoon mentioning it days before.
I knocked again, telling myself if no one answered it this time, I would leave.
To my relief, the door opened before I finished my knock. Standing on the other side was a very unimpressed Min Yoongi.
"What do you want?" he asked bluntly.
I gave him a wide smile and hopped my way in. "What you doing?"
He closed the door. "I was making lunch. What are you doing here?"
The aromas coming from the kitchen made my feet walk to it. "Oooh," I said excitedly. "What are you making?"
"Eomuk soup," he answered, following me. "How did you get pass security?"
"Oh, Hobi gave me clearance a while back ago," I said dismissively. The pot on the stove had some boiling water with some vegetables already inside. It smelled divine. "I always wanted to learn how to make it. What do you use?"
Yoongi began to list off the ingredients and the steps on how to add them to the broth. "Hobi mentioned he was craving some, so I'm making it."
"Need help?" I offered.
He let out a laugh. "Are you bored?"
"Yes," I admitted and washed my hands thoroughly. "I've run out of things to do. The last time I worked was five days ago. What the hell do songwriters do when they don't have projects to work on?"
"I wouldn't know. As an idol and producer, I always have something to work on. Here, you can help me in getting the fish cakes ready," he offered.
He gave instructions on how to properly fold the rice cakes—being incredibly patient with me along the way. It almost felt as if I was cooking alongside my Tia Jia. And in thinking of her, I began to feel homesick.
"How much spice can you handle?" he asked, getting out the gochu-garu.
"I do good with it, but Hobi can't handle things too spicy."
Yoongi made a sound, agreeing with my statement.
"When is he getting home?" I asked, realizing I hadn't asked yet the whereabouts of the other guys.
"They're here," Yoongi answered, watching me cut the green onions.
"All of them?"
"No. Hoseokah, Jimini, Jungkookah, and Yuna. Add those to the sauce and then a tablespoon of sesame oil," he directed.
"Things seem to be going kind of fast between Jungkook and Yuna, no?" I asked, intrigued by the youngest's new relationship with their English teacher.
It was a little unconventional—she was technically an employee and Jungkook had more professional power. It was the main reason why they were keeping the relationship a secret from the company.
Because I saw Jungkook as a little brother, I did my best not to over-worry. Yoongi had a level-head and was reasonable. If he told me there was nothing to worry about, then I would feel more relaxed.
Yoongi took a bowl out and placed the ingredients I had just cut into it. "He's young and in love. She's a nice girl and professional. She seems to love him as well."
He sounded calm. It put me at ease. I went back to the green onions.
Keeping a watchful eye on my hands, he said, "You hold the knife well."
Before I could answer, another voice appeared. "Oh, what's noona doing here?"
I looked up to find that a nearly-naked Park Jimin had entered the kitchen, looking as if he had just rolled out of bed. "Hello, Sleeping Beauty," I said to him.
He sent me one of his cute eye smiles. "What are you making?"
There was a buzz sound coming from Yoongi's pants. "Eomuk soup. It's almost ready," Yoongi stated as he took out his phone. "Go wake up Jungkook and Yuna. Hobi should be out of the shower," he instructed as he typed something on his screen.
Jimin turned and followed orders.
Yoongi was spot on. The soup was ready to go no more than 5 minutes later. The guys hadn't left their rooms, however, so Yoongi allowed me to have first taste of the soup.
As soon as I took the first bite, I felt warm all over.
"How is it?" Yoongi asked after I hadn't answered. However, judging by the smile on his face, he knew damn well what my answer was.
"This is so fucking good," I said in English, going in for another bite.
"Good. Let's get the bowls ready." He took out seven bowls.
I frowned at this. "There's only six of us."
Yoongi began to place the noodles into the bowls. "Namjoonah is on his way. I told him I was cooking. He just responded back saying he's almost here."
Just as he finished saying that the front door could be heard opening. "Hello!" came Namjoon's voice.
I was placing the rice cakes into the bowls when Namjoon entered the kitchen. Sporting some black gym shorts and a simply white tee, he looked a little shocked seeing me there. "Well, this is unexpected. What are you doing here?"
"I got bored and decided to bug whoever was home. Yoongi was the lucky victim," I said with a smile. "He let me help. So, if you guys don't like it, it'll totally be because of me."
"You didn't ruin anything. My food is always good," Yoongi said confidently. He took some of the bowls and began setting up the table for everyone.
Namjoon made his way over to me. "Did you have fun?"
I nodded enthusiastically.
"You seem happy," Namjoon said, a smile spreading across his own face.
Since moving to Seoul, Namjoon had been keeping a close eye on me, being a good friend in making sure I was doing well. Honestly, it didn't help with the small crush I had on him, being this sweet.
"It was fun. It felt like cooking with my Tia Jia. Yoongi is a good cook—probably better than my aunt. Don't ever mention that to him, though. I don't want his ego getting more inflated." I stuck out my pinky to him.
Namjoon grasped it with his and locked it.
"Time to eat!" Yoongi announced.
-Late September 2021-
Weeks after Namjoon's and my date, we still had yet to have our second date due to unforeseen circumstances. We had a few lunch dates here and there, but didn't get to have more than 2 hours of full privacy. This weekend, we were hoping everything went well because it looked as if our dinner was finally going to take place.
I was currently attending one of the guys' practices. It was a long day today and for good reason: the online concert was coming up. We all needed the practice. And seeing that I was a guest, I was invited to attend their practices.
After practicing the number I was going to be featured in, I continued to stay for the remainder of their practice. I sat with Sungdeuk's wife. Sungdeuk was the guys' performance director, so he would often bring his family with him. Currently, the pair of us were watching the guys at work while keeping Sungdeuk's son entertained. Officially, I was attending practice as a featured guest. Unofficially, I was there to drool over Namjoon's sweaty body.
As I stared at his fine self, I was reminded of our time at the workshops. Before the workshops, I didn't mind the celibate life. However, now, I was becoming impatient. Namjoon was like an inch I needed to scratch.
I tried to keep my mind from getting too dirty, so I changed my focus elsewhere. Tae and Jimin were horsing around, getting closer to Namjoon and possibly bumping into him. However, the ever-so-observant leader moved out of the way, his brothers missing him by an inch. It didn't take long for Jin to join the pair and goofed around with them. Yoongi kept his eyes straight forward as he practiced on a move he was having trouble with. Jungkook was bouncing around for some odd reason. Meanwhile, Namjoon and Hobi kept their focus on their chaotic brothers. Hobi laughed while Namjoon looked adoringly at them.
I mostly worked with the guys in the studio, where they were a little quieter and more diligent. The recording studio didn't allow enough physical room for too much horse play. However, the dance studio gave the guys ample room to be as chaotic as they pleased. It was amazing how they were able to get so much done with all the playfulness.
After hours of work, it was time for lunch. Most in the room began to disperse. Jimin and Tae left with a few of the dancers and Jungkook and Hobi left to meet up with their girlfriends.
The last ones in the room were Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, and me. We were the only ones who opted to stay in the building and were waiting for our food.
Namjoon had thrown himself onto the floor, exhausted from the intense training. Jin and Yoongi were equally tired but sat on the chairs.
Not having practiced nearly as much as they had, I had plenty of energy to go over some of the choreography. I turned on the music and went to the center of the room to practice.
"How was the carbonara?" Yoongi asked from his chair, observing me.
I didn't understand the question, so I gave him a confused look.
He clarified, "The carbonara Namjoonie cooked for you a few weeks back. I keep forgetting to ask."
Jin's interest had been on his phone but was fully on us now. "Oh, that's right. How badly did he ruin the dish?" he asked teasingly.
"It tasted good. He did a fine job," I said immediately, fully meaning it.
"She's being nice," Namjoon mumbled from the floor. His eyes were still closed, obviously still too tired. "The only good thing served was the wine."
I grabbed a towel and threw it at his face.
He didn't bother moving the towel, but a low chuckle could be heard underneath it.
"Maya doesn't lie when it comes to food," Yoongi said with confidence. "She has good taste buds. I should know; I taught her to cook," he said with pride.
"I taught her, too," Jin added.
All these years and they hadn't changed. I openly rolled my eyes at their competitiveness.
"Yeah, but she likes my food more," Yoongi said with a smirk.
This was true, but I had never admitted it to Yoongi—for this precise reason. He already had a big head. There was no reason to feed his ego.
"According to who?" demanded Jin, his lips giving a pout.
"Namjoonie. That's why he asked me for help on their date," Yoongi boasted.
Jin and I both turned to Namjoon, wondering if it was true.
Namjoon was now sitting up, the towel on his lap, but his face looking down in what appeared to be regret. He let out a sigh. "Hyung, why reveal that?"
Yoongi let out a chuckle, showing no ounce of guilt. "That's what you said."
Jin then turned to me. "You don't like my food?!" he asked with a slight look of hurt.
"I never said that!" I responded.
"She does, but prefers mine," Yoongi added, enjoying Jin's ego get hit.
"Shut up," I said to the little man, which only made him laugh harder.
I turned back to Namjoon. "Who told you I liked Yoongi's cooking more?"
"No one, but it's the truth," Namjoon responded, finally looking up at me.
"How do you know?" I demanded. With Jin looking slightly hurt and Yoongi looking like an evil mad man, I wanted to shut this down before it became a thing.
Namjoon didn't hesitate with his answer. "You prefer cooking with Yoongi. You've mentioned his food is comforting. You say Jin's food tastes like a fancy restaurant. It's no secret that when it comes to food, you prefer a home cooked meal, which one can deduce out of the two, Yoongi's tastes more homemade. You also have thirds with Yoongi-hyung's dishes, despite you normally never getting seconds."
Once again, Namjoon didn't fail in analyzing me perfectly. I still didn't understand how he saw through me so easily. I could feel myself getting warmer.
Yoongi and Jin were quick to turn the teasing to me.
"She likes that Namjoonie knows her so well," Yoongi let out.
"Look at that blush!" Jin exclaimed, clapping and almost giggling.
"Good job, Namjoonah." Yoongi joined with the clapping.
"You know how to court a girl well," Jin complimented.
I rolled my eyes at them, but I was sure they could tell I was a bit embarrassed.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Namjoon had turned towards his older brothers. No more than a few seconds later, Yoongi and Jin's laughter died down. I was positive Namjoon had had given them a signal it was time to stop.
Thankfully, the door opened with a staff member entering with bags full of our food.
No one made a move to leave the room, so the four of us sat on the floor and began to eat.
"Is the second date tonight?" asked Jin, digging into his noodles.
Namjoon glanced over at me and gave a simple nod.
"You're going to Jin-hyung's restaurant, right? What happens after?" asked Suga.
I knew as much as Yoongi did about tonight. Jin's restaurant that he owned with his brother was a perfect place for us. His brother would ensure the staff would be decreet and keep secrecy while we were there. Other than dinner, though, Namjoon wasn't telling me anything else.
Namjoon shook his head. "It's private. I don't think it's a good idea to talk so openly about our dates with you two."
Like always, I wanted to tease and push him. "Why not? I'm ok with you talking about our dates with them."
Namjoon didn't look impressed but stayed quiet.
I gave him a smile.
Yoongi nodded and played along. "Yeah, we're all family here. I feel like Mayawi is my older sister. I would like to know what your intentions are with her tonight," he said with a straight face, looking at Namjoon straight in the eye.
Namjoon continued eating his noodles, ignoring his brother.
I wanted to see how long he could last without talking. "Oh, I hope his intentions are all impure."
Jin sounded like a windshield next to me.
Yoongi didn't break character, though, his face stayed straight. "Have you two discussed the use of protection?"
"Oh, I got back on the pill precisely for this reason. He better take me raw tonight. I want his cock fully submerged in my—"
I was suddenly off the ground and felt myself go upside down. True caveman style, Namjoon had thrown me over his shoulder.
"You're done. Put our food in the bag," Namjoon's ordered his hyungs.
Yoongi had joined Jin in on the laughter.
Upside down, I could only see and feel Namjoon's sweaty back. I kicked my legs. "Ya!"
Namjoon's arm tightened around my thighs, keeping me steady as I heard a bag being handed over.
I looked over his body and found Jin and Yoongi practically rolling on the floor.
Namjoon began to walk towards the exit.
"Put me down," I smacked his back, but not with too much force. I was finding this too amusing myself. It was kind of a turn-on how he was manhandling me.
"I'm putting you on time out. Gonna have you with your arms raised for at least an hour," Namjoon said to me. I knew his tone well enough to know he wasn't serious.
"Want me to lend you the paddle Unni and I use when she's being naughty?" Jin called out as we got closer to the door.
I pushed up Namjoon's back to give Jin a grossed-out face. "Ewwww."
Thankfully, no one was in the halls as we made our way up the elevator and to Rkive where Namjoon used slow, torturous dry humping as punishment. He didn't let me cum. Asshole.
Of course, the date ended up getting postponed, yet again. Thankfully, though, it finally came a couple of weeks later. I met Namjoon in a private room at Jin's restaurant. I was lead through a private entrance by Jin's brother. Right at entering the private room, I just about melted at the sight in front of me.
Namjoon welcomed me with the warmest smile, his deep dimples glowing. He had a long sleeve, beige dress shirt with a pair of black slacks and black dress boots. The slacks put great focus on one of his best features: his long legs. The shirt tugged at his best angles, highlighting his biceps and muscular chest. A part of me wanted to push him down into his chair and take claim of him.
"Hey, handsome. You look good enough to eat," I said genuinely as I ogled at him.
"You're one to talk. You look gorgeous," he said as he let his eyes roam up and down my tropical print dress. "New dress?"
"No, I just don't typically wear this. It's a little too expensive to just wear casually," I said as I caught his eyes lingering on my legs and ass. I was liking how responsive he was.
Knowing his fashion, he took a guess at the designer. He was right.
"I'm lucky I have a deal with them," I said, "Otherwise, there's no way I would have bought this dress. It's way out of my price comfort." I loved the way the material felt on me, and I knew it accentuated my curves just right, but the price for it was too much.
"Girl, I'll happily buy you seven pair of these if it meant you wearing it every day," Namjoon said in a low voice and almost in a rush. I almost didn't hear what he had said.
And by the look of surprise on his face, he didn't mean to say this out loud either.
He was instantly embarrassed and cleared his throat to conceal it. "Should we sit down?" he asked, motioning to the table.
I nodded and together we sat down.
The date went along nicely. We were treated with a nice bottle of wine before our crates full of food was brought to us. Namjoon spilled some wine—thankfully, our clothes were saved but couldn't say the same to the sauces. Because we were in a private room with no staff around us, we ended up cleaning the table ourselves, laughing throughout the mess.
At first, we ate the meats and veggies using the one sauce that had been spared. However, we figured out quickly that some of the wine had spilled into this sauce as well. With the steamed food holding no flavor, the sauces were essential for giving the food seasoning.
"Ah, I really know how to make a night memorable," Namjoon said as he shook his head, a smile lightly touching his lips.
"I hate boring dates, so this is perfect," I said honestly as I chewed down my bland bok choy.
At precisely that moment the one staff member who was serving us entered and saw what had occurred. Namjoon immediately apologized as the server hurried to bring us more sauces and replaced the dirty towels.
"Would you like more wine?" the server asked, but Namjoon turned it down, stating he was too worried about ruining that wine as well.
Once the server was gone, we went back to our casual conversation as we enjoyed a much tastier dinner.
Somewhere in the middle of dinner, he moved to the seat next to me, getting incredibly close. His arm rested on the back of my chair as he took some meat and fed me. I gave a sound of approval as I ate.
He stared at my lips. "You look cute when you chew."
I was about to protest him calling me cute again when his luscious, full lips shushed me. Instantly, I forgot about my annoyance and fell into his shoulder. He opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. My tongue welcomed it.
As I enjoyed the moment, I couldn't help but find it odd how everything with Namjoon felt so easy. How was it that everything we were doing felt so natural? Shouldn't a feeling of strangeness have come over by now?
His lips pulled away, making me pout.
"What's going on in that head of yours?" Namjoon's deep and rich voice echoed in my ears as his lips skimmed down my neck. "I can hear it working."
I felt a shiver make its way through me. I reached up and stroked the ends of his hair as I spoke my thoughts out loud. "Are you weirded out yet?"
He pulled away at this, confusion written over his face. "What do you mean?"
I wanted to pull him back to me but restrained from doing so. "We've known each other for a decade and have been friends for years. And in the span of not even a month, all of that changed. It's not the same anymore. Has the change thrown you off?"
Namjoon took a breath and thought for a moment. "I don't think so."
"How? How are you not weirded out by this?" Now that I was allowing myself to think about it, I really wanted to know.
"Is it strange for you?" he asked back, his eyes looking a little concerned.
I shook my head. "No. And I think I'm weirding out because I'm not weirded out. Does that make sense?"
He laughed. "Oddly, yes. It feels almost…natural? Like, I should feel reluctant in touching you or feel odd when I kiss or touch you—and I do feel some nervousness—but it feels more right than it does weird."
I nodded, completely understanding.
He reached down and took my hand in his, his eyes not quite meeting mine. "What we're doing feels like…the most natural next step."
My eyes slid away from his face, nerves beginning to kick in. But it was a different kind of nerves that I usually felt. His words were ringing true, and it was worrying me a little.
He must have picked up on my worry. He lightly touched my chin, making me meet his eyes. "We're still going slow, though. I promise."
My heart rate slowed down.
He gave me a half smile and brushed his lips on my nose. "Ready to head out?" he asked softly as he pressed his forehead against mine.
I breathed in his woodsy scent, calming myself. "Yes," I answered.
With another peck on my nose, he pulled away, got his phone out, and sent a quick message. He then stood up, dropped several bills on the table, and took my hand.
As we walked to the door, we both put on our masks. Once we opened the door, our server was waiting outside. Namjoon let go of my hand before anyone could see our intimate touch, informed the server we would be leaving, and we both gave our thanks for the meal.
The driver was right outside the back, private entrance. We made it inside the car without anyone spotting us.
I wasn't sure where our next destination was but didn't have to wait too long to take a good guess. We arrived at Namjoon's apartment in good time.
After making our way through the security, we reached our destination. We thanked the driver and headed into the building. There were several people out, so we mostly kept quiet. Thankfully, we didn't get too many looks. Not only were we covered up, but even if we were recognized, people in the community had seen Namjoon and me hanging around each other enough for them not to get too suspicious.
Once inside the apartment, Namjoon offered to take my purse and hung it for me.
"Wine?" he asked as I took off my shoes.
I gave a nod and then followed him to the kitchen.
As he served us, there was silence between us. And awkwardness—he wasn't looking at me and his breathing had changed.
We took our first sips, but still, no words were said. The nerves were at an all-time high.
"Well, now it feels weird," he said awkwardly and took another sip, some of the wine spilling from the corner of his lips.
I immediately chuckled, some of the wine spilling out as well. "I spoke too soon. My bad."
"Ah, it was bound to happen." He finally looked at me and I felt a mixture of tension and calmness come from his warm eyes.
I instinctively was drawn in. "What was next on your plan?" I asked.
"Picking a great wine," he said.
I lifted the glass to my lips. "Check."
"Maybe having some ice cream outside and enjoying the night sky." He walked a little closer to me, his voice got a little lower, making my chest tingly.
I tilted my head in a flirtatious way. "And then?"
"I'd have a blanket prepared because you get cold easily. We would snuggle a bit as we talked into the night." He was now close enough for his arm to snake around my waist.
I placed my glass on the counter and stepped into his embrace. "And then?"
"We could fool around a little." His voice was now a full octave lower than a moment ago.
I clung to his arms, keeping myself steady. "Outside? In the open? That sounds kind of frisky, Kim Namjoon."
"I would have carried you back inside before you got too loud." His fingers were moving up my back, lightly stroking me.
My fingers crawled up to his neck and tugged. "You like making me loud."
"Which is why I would have brought you inside. Your voice would wake the entire city."
"That's kind of cocky of you," I teased. "You think you can get me to be that loud?"
"Are you doubting me?" He gave me a teasing look back.
I remembered his fingers; his thick lips on my mound. I felt myself getting wet at knowing I was about to experience it again. I had zero doubts he could make me scream loud enough to gain unwanted attention.
Needing him closer, I tugged at his collar. His lips easily came to mine.
The nerves from a while ago were all but gone as our lips claimed each other.
We were supposed to take it slow, but our bodies had other plans. Now that we had privacy and time, our desires were finally free to do what they pleased. Not to mention the alcohol had calmed us.
I was tugging at his dress shirt when I felt coldness against my skin. I realized my dress was gone; I was standing before him in a matching set of black, lacy lingerie. I was much too focused on taking unbuttoning his dress shirt that I almost missed the sound that came out of him.
Confused, I looked up at him and found him staring at my bra and underwear. His mouth was open wide, drooling. His reaction certainly made me blush, but I was confident with my body that I felt more pride than embarrassment.
I didn't work out much, preferring to accept my curves. I liked my thighs, which were thicker than the average girl's, and I also liked my round ass and full breasts. I would never have a model, stick-figure body—the slender kind that Namjoon tended to date. But judging by the way his eyes roamed over me, I didn't doubt his attractiveness to me.
I pushed open the rest of his shirt, then went to his zipper and belt. "Ok, you've had your fill, now can you help me out? I want to drool over you, too."
He turned a little red at being caught staring at me but tried to hide it by helping me.
I bit my lip as I saw his bulge pushing against his briefs. I couldn't help myself and took his clothed member in my palm.
He let out a heavy groan. "Shit."
I palmed his balls as I leaned in and pecked his skin. "I missed you," I let out.
Suddenly, I was being lifted. My arms instinctively took to his arms to keep steady; my legs wrapping around his hips.
"I think we're going to skip the ice cream and just head straight into the bedroom," he grunted out as he walked the two of us out of the kitchen.
I giggled into his neck as we passed the living room and got closer to the master bedroom. "No complaints here." I dipped in and nipped the back of his neck.
He stumbled a bit, tripping over something. He lost control of holding me, trying to keep himself upright. I felt myself falling, letting out a yelp. Thankfully, a soft surface broke my fall. We had made it to his bed right on time.
His face was full of surprise and slight worry. "Sorry."
I let out a laugh, knowing he didn't mean to drop me so unceremoniously.
He joined in on the laugh, but it died down as he stared down at me. "You look damn good," he seemed to mumble more to himself.
He was one to talk. He was sculptured like a goddamn god. Not quite Thor but was definitely an Adonis.
We held eye contact for a while, not speaking a word. But then he got onto the bed as his eyes traveled up my body. The familiar look in his eyes was back, the one that made him look like an ancient predator. He looked like a dragon getting ready to take his meal.
He paused at my thighs, and he descended to them. His lips were like butterfly wings as they adored my skin. He took a pause once reaching the place where my legs joined, breathing in my scent. He leaned in, touching the top of my mound through my panties.
My half-lidded eyes were getting heavier, but I kept them from fully closing. He looked too fucking beautiful to miss.
His eyes looked up and caught my own. The hunger and wildness in them weren't hard to miss.
Keeping his slit eyes on mine, his fingers came to the bottom of my panties. He didn't remove them but he had a hesitant look in his eyes. Silently, he was asking permission.
I nodded my head franticly, feeling my pussy get wet at the anticipation. I reached behind me, taking one of his pillows and prompting it behind me, getting comfortable for the show.
Still keeping his eyes on mine, he pushed the panties aside, revealing my wet pussy. He brought a hand to his mouth, lubricating his fingers. Then, lightly, he touched my bottom lips.
My stomach grew warm at feeling his digits slide up and down.
As he stimulated the outside of my entrance with his fingers, he lowered himself until his face was inches from my core. He wasted no time and dived right in, his lips claiming my clit.
My body trembled at his touch.
"So responsive," he admired. One of his fingers slid inside, my juices becoming the new lubricant he needed to work me.
His finger began moved in a circular motion inside me as his tongue moved in to lick the inside of my lips. He then moved upward, his lips fully wrapping around my sensitive spot. His tongue darted out, making me mewl underneath him.
My eyes could no longer stay open. I gave in to the feeling of it all.
Another finger entered me as his tongue moved back down to my entrance. His tongue darted in and out of his mouth, entering and exiting me at a fast pace. Another finger penetrated me. But his strokes moved to that of a snail's pace. It was slimy but felt fucking delicious.
His fingers rubbed against my mound with a bit of roughness as his other fingers gently glided in and out of me. The sensation was enough to make me feel like I was going to combust, but the friction wasn't what my body needed to climax.
"Fuck. Faster," I let out in desperation, arching my hips and bringing them down roughly on his fingers.
I heard and felt his laugh against my cunt. "Patience. We have all night." His lips wrapped around my clit again and sucked in as his fingers inside me curled up and rubbed against my inner walls.
It felt so damn good that my entire back arched from the bed. His deliciously, long fingers on my g-spot were what I needed to get off. If he kept this up, I could reach my high in no time.
But then his lips stopped slurping, keeping me from reaching my orgasm.
I let out a curse.
His eyes stayed on my cunt as some spit came down from his mouth and fell right into my clit. His fingers went back to work inside me, drops of sweat falling from him. He looked so fucking sexy.
"It's your turn next, don't forget," I warned.
He chuckled. "I like when you get hot and bothered." His fingers curled back inside me, hitting a very sensitive spot. Hearing me moan, he continued to hit it at a sudden and fast pace.
The change of pace was so unexpected that I let out a wail of pleasure, my back coming off the bed again. "Fuck!" I clutched the duvet underneath me, needing something to anchor me.
He pushed his face back onto my cunt, sucking me as if he wanted to dry me up. My hips thrust against him. "That's it, girl. Fuck my face." The tone he had used during our nights in the forest was back. The low and stern one he used when giving me a command.
I moaned and did as I was told. I wrapped my legs around his neck and back, keeping him caged on my pussy. My hips went up and down, needing to find release. His fingers became more erratic. And then I felt it; so close. His tongue darted out and stroked my clit and that's all I needed. My body stiffened and quickly broke into a rapid shake.
My hands had made it to his hair and began to tug as I heard myself let out a keen noise full of desire. "God!" I let out as my body shook from the ecstasy.
Namjoon's hands and lips made their way up my body, lightly massaging me, and bringing me down from my high. "You ok?"
I felt an aftershock shiver and took a breath. "So good." I looked up at him, his face close to mine. I reached up, needing him.
He leaned in and gave me his lips. Fuck, I tasted good mixed in his mouth.
For a moment we shared a sweet kiss, letting my body settle down. But the bulge in his briefs kept rubbing against my thigh, I couldn't ignore it any longer.
I reached between us and took him in my hand.
He let out a moan as I stroked his big cock over the cloth that covered him.
I brought my hand to my mouth, making him pull away. Keeping eye contact with him, I licked my hand, hinting to him my plan and like him, I asked silent permission.
His eyes were darker, hungrier. He gave a short nod.
Using my lubricated hand, I dug inside his briefs and wrapped my hands around his thick member. Another moan.
I held him a little firmly, working my hand up and down his length. I spit into my other hand and used it to massage his balls.
"Shit," he let out.
"I want you in my mouth," I breathed out, looking him in eye, begging him for permission.
He didn't say anything, so I took it to mean it was alright.
I pushed down his briefs, his cock springing out fully erect and demanding attention. I forgot how thick and long he was. I couldn't wait for my pussy to take him.
My tongue pushed out and traced the underside of his cock. I followed the thick vein there. God, I was getting wet simply by staring at the gorgeous vein. I looked up at him as my mouth came close to his pink mushroom head. I slowly wrapped my lips around him, my tongue pressing against him. I made a sucking sound as I darted my head up and down an inch.
"Fuck." He let out a shaky breath.
I slowly descended on his cock, taking as much of him into my mouth and throat as I was able to. When he hit the back of my throat, I stayed there hollowing my cheeks as much as I could. I pushed in a little more, getting all but a few inches of him in me.
Namjoon reached over and held my face. "Don't hurt yourself." He said cautiously but looked so aroused.
I wanted to see how much more aroused I could make him. I angled my head differently, allowing my throat more access to push another inch of him in me. I began to make a gagging sound, my throat burning from the stretch. Fuck, did this feel hot. I breathed in through my nose and stayed there as my throat throbbed around him. The gagging was getting more intense.
And it was turning him on as well. "Shit!" His hips thrust up; I was certain involuntarily.
My nose touched his lower abdomen. A feeling of triumph came over me as I lifted my head up a few inches but went back down. I pulled back up and looked straight at him, he looked out of it. I pushed down once again until my nose touched his stomach then pulled fully out.
An immense quantity of thick spit made its way out of my mouth and covered his cock. I gasped in a heaping amount of air, my lungs and throat burning. I used the thick spit as lube to stroke him, wanting to keep him stimulated.
I noticed Namjoon's chest was getting drenched in sweat. He sat up and took hold of my neck, pulling my lips to meet his. I moaned against him, knowing he was tasting himself on me.
He pulled away slightly. "You're on the pill?"
I nodded, earnestly. "Yeah."
"I have a condom," he offered.
I shook his head. "I want to feel you."
He growled and reclaimed my lips. He reached around me and unclasped my bra.
As he took off my bra, I tossed my panties to the side, desperately wanting all items that stood in between us.
He settled me higher in the bed, multiple pillows beneath me now. He stroked my pussy, ensuring I was wet before taking his member and placing it at my entrance. My eyes were glued on his pink head as it pushed passed my lips. I instantly felt stretched.
I let out a deep moan. "Fuck, you're big," I let out as he pushed a couple more inches in. My walls felt tight around him.
"Sorry," he said quickly and paused.
I felt my pussy cry out. It wanted him deeper. "Handsome, the gods blessed you with a beautiful piece, don't ever apologize. It's just gonna take a minute to adjust," I ensured him. "It's been a while." I took another breath, trying to get past the stinging.
"Tell me when you're ready," Namjoon said patiently. His hands began to stroke my sides softly.
I took another breath, feeling my walls open and adjust around him. "You can move a little more."
He checked my face first before he slid further inside my tight pussy. His pace was slow and perfect. It felt good, but it seemed there was no end to how deep he was going inside me. I was getting worried about how much more of him there was left when finally, I felt his balls hit my bottom. He was so fucking deep, my walls tightened and loosened repeatedly. I felt so fucking full.
He pressed his head against mine and took in a deep breath himself. "I've never fully entered someone at the first go. Shit, you feel fucking amazing."
I raised my leg to hitch it around his hip. The angle allowed even more of him to enter.
It evoked another moan from both of us.
There was a burning in my stomach. A need. "Move. Please," I said, my cunt started to burn. I rotated my hips, needing some friction.
He pulled his body back up and began to move at a steady pace, pulling out slowly and coming back in.
I wrapped my other leg around him and met his thrusts.
His hands came to my lower back, making me arch my back. He stared down at my swaying tits as I moved underneath him. "Shit, you're so good."
I squeezed around him, thanking him for the praise.
His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his sockets by my movement. His hips pushed forward with a harsher drive, his hands gripping my hips and pulling them forward to meet his movements.
A long whine came out of me at the feeling.
He pulled back until he was almost fully out of me and then pushed forward in quickness, his balls slapping my ass. The powerful thrust took the wind out of me and made my cunt feel fucking good. "Again," I begged.
He made the same motion, only a little rougher and with more intensity. My walls felt like they were being stretched to the brink.
And even though he felt incredible, I still wanted more. I pulled him out of me and sat up, instantly feeling empty.
He looked a little confused by my movement, but when he saw me get on all fours, he understood. I brought myself right against his hips and reached over to grab his long cock, positioning it against my entrance. He let me guide him inside. Once the head entered, he took over.
He held onto my hips and went back to his prior pace. The new position allowed for two other things: he went deeper and I had more control of my movements. I was able to sway my hips and bounce my round ass against him.
I placed my head on the bed, my ass in the air as I stroked his shaft with my pussy.
He stayed still, watching me work him. His eyes were mesmerized and glued to his shaft coming in and out of my pussy. He looked like he wanted to do something but was hesitating in doing it. I hoped it was the same thing I wanted.
"Grab my ass," I said in a way that was almost like a question.
His eyes traveled up to mine, making sure I meant what I had said. I gave him a nod and his eyes went back to where we were joined. My ass jiggled on his cock, taunting him, begging for attention. He still looked hesitant, so I decided to push him. I pulled forward until only his head was inside me then quickened my movements. I backed up into him, taking him fully in, my walls stretching at his size. I squeezed around him, letting out a wail because how stretched I felt.
He let out a curse and I felt a sting on my ass. I let out a whimper from the delicious pain.
"Sorry," he said quickly, knowing that was not what I had asked for.
"Again," I begged, rotating my hips again.
He let out a groan and obliged, the sound of flesh ringing in the room getting louder. Digging his fingers into my flesh, he began to thrust. His powerful thighs hit the back of my own with such intense force, I was pushed down onto the pillows. He worked himself in and out of me, craving release. I let out so many sounds as he plunged into me, claiming me.
Along with my moans and groans, the sound of my dripping pussy could be heard in the entire room. I felt my juices drenching down my thighs. Namjoon's precum was a part of the mixture as well. He had to be close.
"You're so fucking wet," he said, sweat starting to drip off him and falling onto my backside.
I reached underneath me, stimulating my clit to reach my own release. "Fucking take me."
His eyes followed my hand. "Want me to?" His pace didn't slow, however.
I nodded frantically, moving my hand so his could take over.
His fingers were rougher than mine. And to reach my release, I needed it rough. "Yes," I moaned out, my hips still moving on him.
I felt him bend over and hover over mine. "I'm close," he let out, his breath hot on my neck. His fingers never left me.
"Me too. Cum inside," I said. I moved my hips, reaching for my high.
With one more movement by Namjoon's fingers, I finally came. My body quaked in pleasure. My legs quivering so much, I couldn't keep them up.
Namjoon's arms held them in place as he continued to thrust into me, trying to get to his own release. It didn't take long. He pushed in one final time, the power making my body slightly jump and clench onto the duvet.
I felt his warm spunk inside me, and I let out a moan of pleasure. I had a kink for cum inside me. The thought of someone being so close to impregnating me was such a turn-on. Of course, it was pure fantasy. I wasn't ready at all for motherhood, but it was pretty hot to think about.
Namjoon's hot and sweaty body fell on top of mine, his breath hot against my neck. "Shit."
I moaned at the feeling of him on top of me. "Not bad for our first time, huh?"
His lips lingered against my neck, pecking me. "Sure had you screaming."
"Not enough to wake the neighbors, though," I teased.
He pushed his hips forward, his cock still inside me and hitting my g-spot again.
A whimper came out of me at the movement, I was still sensitive.
He let out a chuckle and rolled us to our sides, we were still attached.
I turned my head to look at him and gave him a small smile. "Weirded out at all?"
"Far from it." He wrapped his arm around my middle. "I have a feeling I'm not gonna want to leave this bed at all, though."
I grinned at the thought of it. "Yes, please." I snuggled closer to him, liking the feeling of his sticky and messy skin against mine.
"I wanted us to go on a bike ride tomorrow morning, though," he said with a pout.
"Oh, I'm totally up for riding something all morning long," I said with a grin, squeezing him.
He let out a growl and reached down to claim my lips. It wasn't long before he was thrusting inside of me again.
