Take My Hand | KNJ ONE-SHOTS & IMAGINES

Peaches and Cream *18+*

AN: This one-shot will have sexual content. Please, if that's not your thing, do not read this one-shot! If you like it, please let me know!

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The rain pounds against the windows of your apartment. Intermittent flashes of lightning illuminate your room every few seconds. Your heart is racing. You're nervous, but the feeling of excitement far outweighs the anxiousness in your belly.

You stand and start to pace, the sounds of your heels making loud clacking sounds against the hardwood. You run a hand through your hair, and that's when you hear him clear his throat.

Namjoon slowly steps into the doorway. You can only make out his silhouette. "Let me see you." His voice is low, almost a whisper.

You try to do a sexy model walk, but as you get closer to him, you stumble and crash into his chest. He chuckles as his hands grip your shoulders, keeping you steady.

His hands wander down the silky fabric of your robe. He's itching to touch you. You take a step back, feeling his fingers reluctantly leave your robe. You turn so your back is facing him, shimmying your hips to a beat only you can hear. You let your robe fall in a pool of black silk at your feet.

You slowly turn to face Namjoon again, and he smirks. His eyes wander over your curves, the swell of your breasts. His gaze travels down the length of your legs, then slowly comes up again. "You're so beautiful." His voice is husky with lust.

You feel your face flush and you look down at your feet. Namjoon gently lifts your chin. He presses his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

You deepen the kiss, and Namjoon guides you back to the bed. His lips leave yours and travel down your neck. Your breathing is slow and even as you pull at his button-down. You're so eager to get it off of him that you pop a few buttons off. Namjoon smirks as his body hovers over yours. "Is there anything else I should take off?" You feel something clench low in your belly when his husky voice hits your ears.

You sit up and tug at his belt. Namjoon lets you undo it, studying you intently. Once the belt is finally undone, you look up at him.

Namjoon keeps his eyes on you as he steps out of his pants. You can see the outline of his member through his fitted boxers.

Your heart skips a beat and you can't believe you're about to be intimate with this beautiful man. It almost feels too good to be true. But it is true. It's real.

Namjoon gently runs a hand through your hair, cupping his palm over your cheek. "Listen to me, love." Your stomach clenches again. "Let me tell you what to do." He leans in close to you, your lips just a breath apart. He brushes his lips against yours for just a moment. You lean up to kiss him, but he moves away.

"Lay back for me, baby," Namjoon murmurs. You oblige. "Now I want you to close your eyes and slowly run your hand from your chest, down to your belly. Focus on how light your fingers feel against your skin."

You do as he says, taking a deep breath. When your fingers brush against your stomach, you have to bite back a giggle. You squirm. "Are you ticklish?" Namjoon asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. You nod, waiting for your next instruction.

"Now, do the same thing to your thighs. Go slow and light." You do. You are anticipating what will eventually happen. You are ready for it.

"For this next part, I'll need something a little special. I'll be right back." Namjoon kisses your forehead before he leaves the room. He returns a few moments later with a plastic sandwich bag in his hand. He stands over you and allows you to see its contents. The bag is filled with ice cubes.

Namjoon smiles at you and takes an ice cube from the bag. He holds it in his hand for just a moment, then he runs the already dripping cube over your collarbone. You shiver at the cold. "Is this okay?" You nod.

"Now," Namjoon's voice has become soft. "I want you to take off your bra." You reach back and undo the clasp, dropping your discarded bra to the floor. Your breasts are free. Namjoon licks his lips.

He runs the ice cube slowly across your collarbone, then down your stomach. Goosebumps rise in the wake of the ice. Water from the already-melting ice cube pools at the waistband of your panties.

Namjoon reaches for another ice cube and slowly drags it down your breast. You gasp at this new cold, but it's not unpleasant by any means. Your nipples become hard. Namjoon lets the melting ice cube pool down to your panties again. He keeps a small piece in his hand and drags it over your pubic mound. Your body starts to respond. Your breathing comes out in quicker gasps as your desire for him to move lower grows.

"Can I go lower, baby?" Namjoon's voice sounds near your ear, his breath tickling your skin. You nod, leaning back in euphoria as he presses an ice cube on your panties. You can feel the cold through the thin lace material. You grip the sheets in your hand as he moves the cube in slow circles against your panties. Your warmth is quickly melting the ice. You focus on Namjoon's hand, a moan escaping your lips. He moves faster, and your breathing quickens. You can feel that all too familiar sensation beginning to build.

Suddenly, the ice is gone. Instead, Namjoon is kneeling between your legs. He looks up at you. "Is this okay? Can I taste you?"

You nod. Namjoon grins, flashing his dimples. He slowly slips your panties down your legs and positions himself. When his lips come into contact with your area, you gasp. His tongue gets to work, sending a jolt of pleasure through you as the sensation from before escalates. He hums against your skin.

"Namjoon..." Your voice is hoarse with need. Your hands blindly grip the sheets, pulling on them as your pleasure mounts.

Namjoon's mouth leaves your lower region and he slides on top of you. In the same instant, he is inside of you. You moan, your hands traveling the planes of his back.

Namjoon thrusts, hitting you perfectly. Your back arches to meet him. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Just as you're about to climax, Namjoon slides off of you.

You gasp for breath, your hair is a messy halo around your face. Namjoon kisses your forehead, your nose. His lips trail down your stomach, settling once again on your lower region.

You know, everyone gushes about Yoongi's tongue technology, but Namjoon is the one to watch out for.

When you finally climax, your hands grip Namjoon's hair. You moan loudly; your whole body is consumed with the orgasm. You fall back on the bed, completely spent.

A loud peal of thunder shakes your windows. "WAKE UP!!!!"

You jolt up in your bed. Your clothes are stuck to your body with sweat. It sounds strange, but you can still feel your climax slowly fading away.

I hope you guys liked this one! It was a lot of fun to write!