𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

15 [smut]

{Warning: Smut}

I jumped to the sound of Namjoon sneezing. I sat upright, trying to register what was happening. Rubbing my eyes to clear the fuzziness, I squinted my eyes as I looked toward my lover. He sat upright beside me, smiling lazily. Maybe his sneeze had woken him up too.

"A-Ah..." I mumbled, trying to talk through my dry throat, "Joonie, what time is it?"

"It's nine thirty baby," He pinched my cheek and kissed my forehead. As my vision cleared fully, I could see that he was in fact fully awake. Perhaps he'd waited for me to wake up but ruined it with a sneeze?

I nodded my head and slipped over to the edge of the bed, careful to make sure both my feet touched the floor solid. Once they did, I stretched, then headed to take a shower.

In less than a couple hours, we had to meet up with Yoongi again. As the hot water poured across my face, I stood with my eyes closed, trying to remember where Yoongi had said the cafe was at.

"Nice baristo and blue banner?" I questioned inwardly as I scrubbed the remaining soap off my body. I turned off the shower and stepped out, creeping a towel around my waist and tucking it in before stepping back into Namjoon and I's room. I quickly picked out an outfit to wear that was more relaxed than yesterday's, before drying off and going to slip into it.

As I slipped the baby blue button up over my shoulders, I felt a warmth consume my torso, followed by the sound of soft kisses being pressed to my lower neck. I tilted my neck away to provide more space for kisses, and I smiled before being bitten.

"Ow, Namjoon ah-" I pouted and turned to face Namjoon, who was only in his boxers. He smirked at me before kissing my lips, biting at my bottom lip and sucking. I could feel myself falling into that state of mind again like I had last night. I was determined however to not succumb to it, so I pulled away softly, attempting to button up my blouse.

Namjoon stood back and watched as I did all the buttons, before he reached forward and swiftly undid the top few. I thought I was safe but no, I was not. Not even after I spent the long few minutes buttoning the shirt, all it did was excite Namjoon even more.

His lips traced their way back to my chest, suckling again at the soft skin. I gulped, trying to maintain my composure. It was difficult, and as I felt my knees growing weak from the pleasure, I stepped back, Namjoon hot in pursuit as I fell back onto our bed. Namjoon attacked my body, decorating it with love marks and bites alike.

I held back my moaning because I feared Jimin hearing, and instead forced Namjoon to look at me so I could lock our lips together. As we kissed, his tongue pushed way into my mouth, exploring every nook possible. I pressed harder into the kiss, and Namjoon brought his full body weight against mine. I could feel his chest moving with each prolonged motion forward to push into the kiss.

His hands slid up my shirt, undoing the remaining clasped buttons before he rubbed large, calloused hands across my torso. His long fingers trailed to my hips, then to my thighs, which were clad in nothing. As his fingers clasped onto my cheeks, I arched my back, causing for our chests to collide. He pushed my chest down with his before slipping his hands up and grabbing the bend of my legs. Pushing them up, he brought himself to his knees on top of me.

I rested my legs to his shoulders and watched as he pulled away from the kiss, carefully adjusting himself to be lined up with me. As he thrusted in, he lunged down to capture my moans with kisses. He silenced me as he thrusted, smooth and quick. The stinging pain at first was soon replaced with pleasure. I felt myself nearing climax fast, and bucked my hips against his for more friction.

His hands moved from my hips to my hands, where he pushed them above my head and against the bed. He thrusted harder, deeper, and I felt that pit of warmth below my stomach begin to rise again. I moaned into the kisses, arching my back while begging and pleading for more. I bit at his lips in a cry for more and as I did, I felt an explosion of heat in, and on me.

Namjoon slowly pulled out, bringing his lips off my own as well. As he sat up, he panted while grabbing the towel I'd used to dry off with. He wiped off my torso before gently bringing me upright. I stared at him in a dazed awe; my body felt numb with pleasure still.

He whispered an apology into my ear before buttoning my shirt for me and handing me the rest of my clothing. I slipped into them while still recovering from the pleasure. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching as he dressed himself.

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