Hung Up On You | KNJ

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The two of you spent the night wrapped up around and inside of each other. Namjoon remembered that he hadn't eaten yet and in the middle of the night the two of you went and found your Appa's secret stash of cup noodles. Then the two of you had stood in the kitchen eating, until Namjoon asked about the box he had tried to mail to Venice. You had raced each other back into his room to find the box and began to play all over again. When he woke you up the second time, there was a faint light starting to peer through the windows as dawn broke, but you couldn't resist the soft touches and tender kisses. Afterwards though, your thigh muscles began to protest a little at the intense amount of tension they'd been under in the last few hours. Namjoon cuddled you close and the two of you fell asleep as you always had, tucked into a little ball together.

Hours later, you woke up Namjoon mostly by sticking your head under the covers and just taking him into your mouth to finish what you hadn't gotten to the day before. Namjoon returned the favor when he woke up a bit more, and you were very glad for the money you'd spent on putting better insulation into the walls of your parents' house.

The fact that no one was home either helped ease your conscience.

When you finally thought about breakfast, you went to sit on the edge of the bed, and all your leg muscles objected again. You sat with a grimace on your face for a few seconds before you stood and Namjoon watched you as you rose, then tried to bend over to pick up his shirt from where you'd left it last night. Only to find your muscles had objections to that as well.

His eyes narrowed in thought before he tugged your hand to get you to sit again, and then reached for his shirt himself. When he sat back up, you caught the wince on his face and huffed out a laugh, even as he tugged the shirt over your head.

"Jagiya, I don't like not being able to take care of you," he said, and you frowned at him.

"You literally just pulled my shirt over my head," you pointed out and he smiled and shook his head.

"I'd love to have us both in the tub right now," he said, and you remembered those few and far between nights where the two of you had squeezed into the old clawfoot tub of the Victorian house after a night like last night.

"That would be nice," you said in contemplation, but he shook his head.

"Yea it would, but not here Jagiya," he said. When you looked at him, he read the question in your eyes before you could voice it. "Super ick, if the only tub is now the one in Eomma and Appa's room."

You both made the same "ew" face at the same time and then laughed a little.

Namjoon frowned, then leaned back against his headboard. He moved you to sit between his legs and lean back against him, then covered both of you with the blanket. You were nearly immediately made aware of exactly where you were sitting within seconds however and you felt Joon laugh behind you.

"Ok ignore me, and that Livie," and you held back a giggle as you felt his cock begin to harden yet again. "I feel like that's not going to stop for a while Liv, I hope you're ok with that," he asked.

You twisted slightly, keeping in mind your delicate location and his arms came around you. You tilted your chin up to his waiting lips and pressed kisses there.

"I would totally be ok with that. But maybe with breakfast, and a bath and the chance of some ibuprofen in my future," you said hopefully.

You heard a hum of agreement before one of his hands stretched out to the nightstand and found his phone. He checked the time, and then brought you back against his chest again. You felt him press a kiss against your hair and you enjoyed the relative comfort of his arms. His natural body heat was enough to act like a type of muscle relaxant, and you could feel yourself starting to relax. Although every time you had that thought, there was a disturbance at the small of your back that disagreed. Something that caused your thighs to clench and unclench as you anticipated more nights with Namjoon.