Bts imagines PT.3

Namjoon (M) Requested

"Fuck," you hissed as you thumb got stuck between the metal boxes as you failed to keep it lifted again. You needed to disconnect the PS4 and it wasn't easy the way it was wedged behind the TV. Finally, you gave up. He'd have to do it himself when he came to pick up his stuff. You brushed your dusty hands on your already dirty sweats and glanced at the clock. It was 7 pm and Namjoon was gonna come over to pick up his stuff after work, so that would be about 10 pm.
For seven weeks you had been separated, from being with each other every day and waking up to seeing his face, to this. He was picking up his stuff. A part of you wanted to take the box and hide it so he'd never find it and have to stay, preferably forever. The love was still there and so was the passion. The relationship was almost too passionate, as your biggest fight was that you didn't have time for each other. He was so busy producing music and when he was free, you had work. Your schedules clashed and you'd always end up fighting about how he hangs out with Yoongi too much and he'd accuse you of liking your co-worker Jimin a little too much. You'd call him ridiculous for it and it just didn't work like this. The fighting was getting in the way of your relationship, so almost two months ago the two of you decided to take a break. See how it was to spend time apart from each other. That's how you ended up in an apartment too big to be by yourself and him staying at his sisters'. You pushed the TV back against the wall before deciding to hop in the shower.
You always took long and really steamy showers. Water so hot that Namjoon would complain, you think and chuckle to yourself. The warm water was a caress to your body, the only heat you were getting as Namjoons body wasn't here to hold. As a result, you'd take hot showers before bed so it wouldn't feel so cold in the empty sheets. It almost worked. Your hands traveled over your body, scrubbing your skin and feeling the soft curves of it. A spark traveled up your thighs and you felt a certain ache between your legs. You closed your eyes and without even thinking of it, Namjoon was automatically in your thoughts.
One thing about the constant fighting was the great make-up sex after. The rough, hair-pulling, leg-shaking and mindblowing rough sex after was your way of saying I'm sorry, I love you. No sex in seven weeks made you feel like a horny teenager again, everything around you is a turn on. Soft pillows and handsome pizza-guys got you dreaming. You hadn't admitted to yourself that you chose the yellow DHL shirt to sleep in just because it smelled like Namjoon. You let your hand hitch up your thigh and you almost feel the heat radiating from it. You gasp as you let your finger softly trace your slit and circle your clit.
Immediately you blinked out of your thoughts. You were trying to get over this man, not get yourself off in the shower thinking of him. You turned off the water and wrapped yourself in a towel before stepping out of the shower. Since Namjoon was coming over you wanted to show him what he took for granted, to make sure he knew what he was missing so you lotioned your body with his favorite of your scented perfumes. You put on the booty shorts you knew he loved in the satin material and a tank top. Not sure if it was intentional or not but you noticed you never put on a bra.

Not until the doorbell woke you up with a slight panic you noticed you dozed off in front of the TV. The cushion was covered in drool and you sit up quickly, feeling disoriented as the blood fails to flood your head in time. Standing up with weak legs you look yourself in the mirror to see your hair is a mess. Great. The doorbell rings again.
"Coming!" you yell towards the hallway as you look for a hair tie on the floor. You finally find one and make your way to the door. Quickly you collect yourself and take a deep breath before opening the door. Not that anything could have prepared you. You hadn't seen Namjoon in seven weeks and here he was. He looked at you with wide eyes and his plump lips were curved in a slight smile. His hair had fallen slightly in front of his eyes and it was damp, probably from the snow outside. He was wearing a black turtleneck and jeans with that coat you love. His cheeks were slightly puffy and red from the cold and you catch yourself speechless.
"Hi," you say out of breath. Don't stare, you tell yourself. You were definitely staring.
"Hi," he greets back and you realize you're standing in the middle of the doorway without giving him permission to enter the apartment. Namjoon slides off his shoes and throws the coat on the bench by the door. You couldn't look at him too long or you were afraid you were gonna swing yourself into his arms and kiss him. Deciding to act nonchalantly you walk to the living room and decided to make this quick. He clears his throat as you give him a view of your backside in those shorts.
"I put all your stuff in that box except your Playstation thingy," your voice calls from the other room. He follows and sees a big carton box with mostly clothes and books. His work stuff he had brought with him the first day you decided to separate.
The first thing Namjoon notices is the smell of the apartment. It smelled like you. If he thought he was missing you before going here, he was even more convinced now. The welcoming scent and warmth of you radiated from your body when he stood too close and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself. The living room was dimly lit and you stood by the TV pointing to where he had to disconnect the box. Namjoon got on his knees and crawled under the table. As quick as a few seconds later he was done and you roll your eyes thinking of your pathetic attempts earlier today.
You rest yourself on the table and look up at him standing a few feet from you. He walks over to put it with the rest of his things and you swallow hard, now noticing how choked up you got from being in the same room as him. Looking at the way his body moved, how his big hands handled the heavy box and how he licked his lips you felt yourself throbbing already. You pressed your thighs together to calm yourself down and get you some relief. Even if you wanted, you knew it was irresponsible to have sex with Namjoon right now. You were supposed to try this out for three months.
"How have you been?" you ask him for your own sake just to interrupt your thoughts. His eyes meet yours and it almost gives you chills the way he's pinning you down with his gaze.
"Good. Working a lot. You?" He kept his answer short and the whole time your eyes were on the way he traced patterns on his own hand and rubbed his wrist. Following the motion of his hands made you thirst for them, to have them on you and inside you.
"Same, working a lot."
Neither one of you lied. Not knowing how to pass time you ended up picking extra shifts and Namjoon was more than happy to lock himself in the studio, music being his best escape.
"Seeing Jimin a lot?" He asked and you looked at him with lifted eyebrows and rolled your eyes. How could he make your blood boil this easily?
"You can leave if you're gonna be like that," you snort and turn your back against him. He's quiet before he sighs because he knows he was in the wrong this time.
"No, I'm sorry," he says and the floor creeks as he moves closer to you. Pretending to be actually doing something you fiddle with some books on the shelve. "I'm sorry," he mumbles again and his breath is on your neck and your whole body tenses in anticipation. Is he gonna touch you? Will you let him?
His warm hands ghost over your hips, almost like he doesn't let himself touch you yet. Finally, you feel his warm mouth on your neck and you sigh as he presses a kiss on your skin. The first peck is careful but the second is open-mouthed and the third he tongues your skin. He tasted your neck and you're panting heavily and tilting your head to the side, giving him access. The burning thirst to be touched was finally being quenched but it wasn't enough. He let his hands rest on your hips and bit down on your skin. You can't stand his careful hands and grab them to place them on your breasts from the outside of your tank top and arch into his crotch. He groans and you whimper as he grinds his hips onto your ass while he kneads your breast, trapping your body between his and the bookshelf.
Faster than you could collect your breath Namjoon whips you around and finds your mouth with his lips. They're softer than ever and oh how you missed kissing them. Softly you whimper into the kiss and your sounds only rile him up even more as he squeezes your ass. Your fingers run through his hair as your tongues meet. God, you missed this. Namjoons smallest touches had you melting into him, his warmth and flavor so familiar. Your lips tingled from not getting kissed in so long. His tongue thrust into your mouth and you sucked on his bottom lip. He moaned into the kiss as you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Namjoon," you whimper his name as his lips went to kiss your neck again. They traveled down to suck marks on your collarbones and you gasped at the sensation. His mouth kissed down between your breasts and his hands were on the curve of your back pressing you against him.
"Tell me," he says, not detaching his lips from your soft skin.
"We shouldn't," you panted with the last ounce of common sense fighting against your physical reaction to his touches.
"Please," he scoffs, "You know you want to,"
His hand found its way between your legs to cup your throbbing core and you throw your head back. The electric feeling in your veins of being almost touched where you crave it is too much to resist.
"Say you want it," He teases as he noticed the way you're bucking your hips against his hand and hanging onto his shoulders for dear life. His warm hand retracts from between your legs causing you to whine at the sudden cold.
"I want it," you whisper as you grab his arm, desperate to have him touch you. "Fuck me, do whatever you want, I need it Namjoon," you babble on and he chuckles with his lips still on your neck.
The hard-on in his pants tells you he loves seeing you this needy. His warm hands grabbed your shorts and slid them off your ass in a swift motion. He kneeled beneath you and you stood with your legs spread, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes. His hands slide up your thighs and your pussy was basically throbbing for him to touch you.
"So pretty," he mumbles before darting out his tongue. He licks your already wet folds and moans at the sweet taste. "How are you so wet already, fuck," he moans and you can barely hold yourself up as his mouth sucks on your folds. Your head falls back in a silent scream and when he finally flicks your clit your knees buck.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you gasp as he licks in figure eights over your sensitive clit. You look down at his head buried between your legs, his lips mouthing at your clit, flicking it and sucking on it making you break out in cold sweat. Your legs were shaking already and you felt your orgasm building embarrassingly fast. Damn you had missed this. Your hand was buried in his hair and his hands on your legs were what kept you standing. His mouth kept working your clit while his finger pumped inside you and you bit your lip. All of his focus was on his tongue technique and how to pull out the loudest moans from you.
"Namjoon," you moaned when he hit a particular spot and your vision went blurry for a second. He never took his mouth off you just flicked his eyes up to meet your gaze and your knees bucked at the sight. You were shaking and he smirked to himself as he recognized the way your face morphed into absolute euphoria. Hïs lips wrapped around your clit and sucked hard as he hummed and that pushed you over the edge, your legs trembling and his name falling from your mouth. The tension building in your abdomen finally releasing and spreading to every inch of your body in the form of a sense of numbness. The feeling pulsated through your whole body with a loud moan and you could feel your heart beat in your ears as you came down from your high. Namjoon picked you up and you thanked God for that because your legs were about to give in. You caught your breath as he carried you in his arms towards the bedroom. His face glistened with your juices and you smiled to yourself. He placed you on the bed and you dragged him with you to lie on top of you.
"I miss you," you sighed as you kissed him and pulled him closer.
"I'm right here,"
"I can see that," you reply cheekily as you look at his bulge in his pants. He chuckles and you pull down his pants and boxers in one go. His cock stands in the air, eager and dripping at the top. He shuffles to lie back on the headboard and you kneel on the bed between his legs.
"You're so hard for me already," you say as you lick your lips, letting your hand slide up his thigh. His abdomen tenses and he looks at you intently.
"I can't help it, you look so fucking hot when I eat you out," he bites his lip and you can feel yourself dripping at his words again. His cocky grin is replaced with a dazed expression as your hand wraps around his cock and jerks it slowly. He hums as your hand slide over his cock a few times before you move to palm his head and spread his precum. He moans and feels dizzy from pleasure as you squeeze his glistening cock. He looks confused as you let go of his cock but bites his lip as you crawl closer to him. You straddle his hips and grab his dick again to guide it inside you. You rub the head of his cock against your clit making your eyes roll back and Namjoons grip on your hips dig into your skin.
"Just ride me already," he groans and you smirk from hearing him being so impatient. Lining up his cock at your entrance you pause to collect yourself and admire the beautifully turned on man under you. Namjoon has other plans and impatiently thrusts up to slam inside you and he does with ease because of how wet you are. He catches you by surprise and you exclaim as your pussy involuntarily clenches around his cock. You lose balance for a second and grab his shoulders for support.
"Fuck," he hisses at the tight feeling.
You're keeping yourself steady with your palms on his chest and start rocking your hips. You slide over his cock and he grunts as you build a rhythm. Your head falls back and Namjoon admires his view. You're glowing and it's a view he's missed.
"You're so tight baby," he says because it's true but also because he can see what his dirty talking does to you. Your entire body shudders and you roll your eyes back from the pleasure. "I missed this," Namjoon grunts as he reaches to kiss your neck. You do indeed roll your eyes back from the pleasure and your hands caress his chest. Namjoon takes one of your nipples in his mouth and you moan as his tongue flicks the nub.
"Wait," you slow down your thrusts and grab his hands located on your sides to stop the grinding. You climb off him and feel empty as his cock slides out, but only for a few seconds. Namjoons hand cups your cheek and you kiss the inside if his palm. You grab his hand and open your mouth to suck on his fingers. He curses under his breath as you suck hard on his fingers sloppily.
"Fuck me from behind," you moan, voice hoarse. He nods and slaps your ass as a queue for you to get on all fours. You comply and stick your ass up in the air and rest your head comfortably on a pillow. The bed dips as he gets up on his knees. Soon you feel his hands on your ass kneading it and you moan in anticipation. He spreads your juices over his cock as he slides it between your folds. You pant, a tingle following down your spine.
Namjoon pushes inside you and moans at the sight of your pussy swallowing him whole. His moans sent waves of pleasure to your throbbing core. He started moving inside you and Namjoon throws his head back from the pleasure of your tight silky walls around him. Every thrust elicits a moan or a grunt from either your or Namjoons lips. When you whisper harder under your breath, he snaps and you grip the sheets to hold on for dear life. His hips snap into you fast as his hands grip your hips and slam your ass against him to meet his thrusts hard.
"Fuck baby," he hisses and you bite your lip with a smile as you feel the warm sensation in the pit of your stomach. "So good," he chokes out and you can barely form sentences with how hard he's thrusting into you.
"Namjoon," you manage to choke out as your eyes roll back. His hand is gripping your shoulder for support, occasionally rubbing soothing circles into your skin. "I'm gonna-" you screw your eyes shut as his hand snakes between your legs and goes to rub at your clit. Slow circles combined with sharps thrusts had you exclaiming in ecstasy. Your hips buck violently, your fists gripping the sheets as you push against him and our walls clench around Namjoons cock. He fucks you through your orgasm with sloppy thrusts and watching you cum with your pussy clenching around him caused him to spill inside you with a loud grunt.
You flop onto the bed as your body still trembles slightly from the orgasms you just had. Looking back at Namjoon he's covered in a sheet of sweat, making his skin glow beautifully as he winks at you. He pulls you close to him and kisses your knuckles as he takes your hand.
"I missed you," Namjoon mumbled while avoiding eye contact. Maybe he was nervous.
"We should talk about what this means," you say and he frowns slightly.
"Later. Now, let's go again," he bites his lip and rolls you over so you're straddling him. You laugh and slap his chest lightly, barely fighting it.
"Joon," you drag the vowels, "we have to talk," you're protesting between kisses because he's already nibbling at your bottom lip. His hands squeeze your ass and press you against his pubic bone, giving you some friction. When his lips bite that spot of your neck that gives you a tingle down to your fingertips you gasp. He knows your body too well for your own good.
"You know you can't resist me," he whispers.