BTS Scenarios ☆

Namjoon (requested)

You crawl up on top of Namjoon to get his attention, who was currently on his phone.

"Seriously?" he says 

Shushing him with a firm kiss to the lips, you resumed to zipping down his jeans, pressing a peck to the edge of his jaw before sinking down onto your knees. Namjoon was staring at you wide-eyed, lips parted in awe as you smoothed your palm over his hardening bulge, raising an eyebrow at how unbelievably hard he was already, to which he rolled his eyes... of course. 

He practically sprung out of his underwear when you tugged the elastic waistband down, biting your lip at the size of him before bringing your mouth to the head, dusting a teasingly kiss and then trailing a long, delicate strip starting from his shaft with the flat of your tongue. 

The groan that he released, combined with his fingers threading through the strands of your hair, was utterly heavenly and had wetness pooling between your thighs.

Parting your lips, you took him whole, slipping wet heat all the way down to the base and then drawing back up in a harsh suck, curling your fingers neatly around his shaft and beginning to pump.

 Namjoon tightened his fist in your hair, guiding you up and down in a methodical rhythm of fucking him senseless until he was losing his grip, allowing his hand to fall limply to his side as you took complete control. 

You swirled your tongue around his member, letting your teeth lightly graze at the underside where a vein was bulging deliciously, baby girl from the back of his throat that had you moving faster until he was gaining the mentality to buck into you.

Namjoon slid over your tongue, gliding down your throat and making your eyes water, a thumb catching an escaped tear with a low groan. 

He was close, you could tell in the way his fluid movement began to jitter, knuckles curling back into your hair until fuck, fuck there, right there and you could feel sticky, salty heat against the roof of your mouth, dripping past your lips with strings of saliva as he drew out of your mouth. With cleaning you up, Namjoon swiftly lifted you up by the waist and kissed you, tongue slipping over your lower lip.

"What was that for?" He murmured huskily, words barely audible with exhaustion. "Not that I'm complaining."

All you did was shrug and smile, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck while his fingertips drew delicate patterns up the skin of your forearm.

You don't answer him with words but you just gave him a shrug

" Now it my turn to help my princess out" he smirks.

He picks you up and head to the bedroom.

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AN:

(Namjoon's arms are life. -author-nim) 

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