Namjoon fan fiction
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Y/n decides she wants to celebrate her birthday alone this year and decides to go out to a bar.
After a few drinks, she meets a mysterious, yet
mesmerizing man. He may appear...
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You decided against your better judgement and closed the message from Jimin. If he asked, you were already asleep when he texted. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
You swiped back over to the message from Namjoon and bit down on your lip, deciding on what to say.
Y/n: I miss your touch too.
Feeling confident, and not to mention horny, you slid your pajama bottoms off and pulled your shirt off over your head, leaving you in only your white lace bra and matching panties. Still laying down, you decided to snap a couple of pictures of yourself to send to Namjoon. Just to make sure he remembered what he was missing.
Once you snapped about 3 photos that you were satisfied with, you opened your conversation with him again and sent all three of them. They went through immediately, sending a wave of excitement throughout your body. You felt like you were doing something incredibly naughty and scandalous. And you loved it.
You were afraid Namjoon wasn't going to answer you once about 5 minutes had passed. You were about to give up and call it a night when your phone started vibrating repeatedly.
Namjoon was FaceTiming you.
Your eyes went wide as you quickly fixed your hair and propped yourself up in the bed. You anxiously hit the small green button and chewed your bottom lip as the call connected.
Namjoon's dark, lustful eyes appeared on the screen moments later, causing a jolt in the pit of your stomach. His eyes travelled down your half exposed body.
"You're too far away from me to be looking that good, baby."
You held back a moan as his deep voice flowed through your phone speakers.
"Too bad you're not here to do something about it." You breathed.
True, you desperately wanted to feel his hands roaming over every inch of your body, making you feel good only he knew how. But you had to be bratty before you let him know that. It's what you did best.
Namjoon leaned back in his chair, letting out a low groan. You noticed a bulge forming in his pants as he stretched his hips out to give you a better view.
"Look at what you do to me, princess. I'll have to punish you for it tomorrow." He whispered, still staring at you.
You felt your panties getting wetter the more he talked to you in that husky voice that you loved so much.
"What's tomorrow got to do with right now? Looks like you have a problem that needs attention right now." You smirked, glancing down at the imprint of his fully erect cock through his grey sweatpants.
"Oh, you're gonna take care of it. Strip for me baby."
Your eyes widened as your cheeks went flush, embarrassed at the idea of stripping on camera.
"I'm waiting."
You propped the phone up against a pillow at the end of the bed so your full body was able to be seen. You reached behind you and started to unclasp your bra. Once undone, it fell effortlessly into your lap as you drug it over your thigh slowly before tossing it to the side.
You glanced over at your phone to see Namjoon now leaned all the way back in his chair with his sweatpants pulled down slightly. His hand was wrapped around his huge cock, pumping himself slowly as he watched you.
"Do you like watching me, sir?"
Namjoon let out a soft moan. "Fuck yes. Keep going."
You hooked your thumbs around the band of your panties and slowly pulled them down around your hips, lifting your ass slightly in order to get them off.
A soft "Fuck" could be heard from the other side of the call.
Now that you were completely exposed, you were ready to feel good too. But you knew better than to start without him telling you what to do.
"Tell me what you want me to do." You spoke in just above a whisper as you brought one hand up to your mouth, playing with your lips teasingly.
"Mmm, fuck. Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself cum and imagine it's me."
You hesitated at the thought of masturbating in front of Namjoon, but you didn't care. You wanted to feel good. Watching him pump himself over and over was driving you crazy.
You brought one hand to your left breast and began playing with your nipple slowly as your other hand snaked it's way to your core. You slowly spread your legs open, giving him a full view of your heat.
"Shit."
You ran one finger over your clit, making your hips lurch forward at the feeling. You let out a gasp, followed by a breathy moan as you let the pleasure take over.
"Good girl. Just like that baby." Namjoon's words flowed into your ears as you let the buzz of the pleasure consume you.
After several minutes of teasing your clit repeatedly, Namjoon's voice spoke again, soft, yet firm.
"Put a finger in baby. I know you're close."
Your eyes shot open as you slid your middle finger down to your entrance and pushed in and out slowly. The sound of your sweet juices could be heard as you began to pick up your pace. You felt yourself on the edge of cumming as you watched Namjoon pick up his pace to match yours.
"Such beautiful fucking noises." He groaned, his eyes hooded.
Your jaw dropped open slightly as the pleasure displayed itself across your face. You could feel the pressure begin to build in the pit of your stomach.
"Put your other hand around your throat. Think about my hand around your neck." He commanded you.
Lost in the moment, you didn't even question what was asked of you. Your hand instinctively made its way up to your neck, squeezing lightly to cut off air flow. You bit your bottom lip as you let out a strained moan.
"Such a good fucking girl. Fuck." Namjoon moaned out, throwing his head back as he continued to work himself.
You felt yourself clench around your finger as you listened to him moan.
"I'm so fucking close. Can I cum?" You choked out.
Namjoon raised his head and locked eyes with you. "Fuck yes, baby. I'm close too. Add another finger and let me see that beautiful face when you cum for me."
You did as you were told, adding your index finger to your core. You let out a sharp moan, your airway still slightly closed off.
"Oh, fuck, fuck."
You felt yourself spill over the edge as your orgasm consumed you. Your core began to pulse repeatedly as you rode out your high on your fingers. You brushed the pad of your thumb across your clit a few times to maximize your already powerful orgasm. Your body jolted as you came down.
As your orgasm began to fade, you heard repeated moans and grunts from your phone. You looked over to see Namjoon cumming onto his hand, his cock throbbing mercilessly. You licked your lips, wanting to taste him. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, his chest rapidly riding and falling.
