𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

39 [Smut]

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"Did you really think you would get off the hook, Kim?" I taunted playfully, resting one knee on the couch beside Namjoon and slotting my other leg between his. I swept close to his neck, grazing my lips about the skin gently. I could feel him swallowing and I smirked, knowing I had him bothered.

I placed a ginger kiss against his adam's apple before pulling away and looking at the flustered mess I made. Snickering quietly, I hooked a finger beneath his chin for our gazes to meet, and as his glossy eyes met my own, I melted into a smile, placing a gentle, loving kiss to his lips. It drew out for longer than we could hold our breath, and when we pulled away, we were both in a frenzy for air.

I dropped myself into his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tilting my head to admire my fiance. "You know I was kidding right? If you just want to relax, we can do that." I smiled, tracing my fingers along the back of his neck, further carding them throughout his dyed locks. "I know baby," He chuckled lowly, "But you don't expect to create an issue and not resolve it, do you?"

With a toss, I was on my back against the couch, the breath having been knocked out of me. I gasped and looked up at Namjoon who smirked, hovering over me. I tried to avoid holding his gaze for too long since it was captivating, and instead craned my neck to check that the front door was locked. As I tilted my neck back, a pair of warm lips wandered about my skin, suckling softly. I found myself squirming, trying to grab onto something for purchase. The tingling sensation the kisses sent throughout my body were intoxicating, and as my hands found their way beneath the back of Namjoon's shirt, I squeezed at him as a silent plea for more.

I could feel Namjoon's lips curving against my skin, and he nibbled at the nape of my neck before pulling away. He gazed at me with both lust and pride; pleased with the mess he had made. At the loss of touch, I found myself growing needy. I grinded my hips against his, and just as I found a pleasure in it, Namjoon had pulled away from me altogether. I whined at the strain in my pants and looked at Namjoon through glossy eyes, though he simply chuckled.

"I decided I wanted to relax, oops," Namjoon teased, tossing his bangs back from his eyes with a single sweep of his hand. My brows knit together and my face flushed a deep red, I really needed some help now. He wasn't just going to leave me a hot and bothered mess, was he?

As time pushed forward and Namjoon made no further moves, I began to grow devious. Once I calmed down enough to act okay, I shifted upright as if to sit beside him, but quickly threw my leg over his lap, straddling him. Without a second to interject, I grinded against his hips again, trying to revive the pleasure that had since eased off.

Namjoon bit his lower lip, trying desperately to keep hold of himself, yet the act didn't last long. A few minutes into my teasing and low pitched moans, I was thrown back onto the couch and soon after naked. As excited as I was to be frisky and intimate, I was still in concern about somebody coming home. I checked the lock on the door again for good measure, and when I brought my chin down, I was engulfed in a fiery kiss. I could feel Namjoon's hands gripping at my hips as he began to align our bodies.

He drew back from the kiss, and brought a hand from my hips and held two fingers to my lips. Instinctively I drew them into my mouth, sucking softly on them. After a few moments my mouth was empty and I whined, wanting the feeling back. Namjoon moved down, locking our lips together as I felt his fingers enter my heat. I arched my back, moaning into the kiss and growing feverish to the feeling of him inside me. As I began to rock against his fingers, he pulled away from my lips, admiring the work of art he'd created.

I tried to conceal my moaning yet it only drew out louder as Namjoon left sloppy kisses about my chest. As his teeth grazed over my collarbones I shivered, mewling for more. Just in that moment as his fingers struck my sweet spot, the handle to the door began to jiggle.

In a love drunk panic, Namjoon quickly removed his fingers and began dressing me as quickly as he could. Just as my pants were put on me and my button up shirt slipped around my shoulders, the door flung open, all for Jungkook and Jimin to see me in all my kiss swollen glory.

"Whoa wait did we seriously just-" Jimin gasped, covering his eyes and turning to face Jungkook's chest. The two tripped over each other as they closed the door and ran to their bedroom, closing the door behind. I covered my chest with my hands and peered at Namjoon in shock.

"I thought they were going to have a long dinner!" I whisper yelled, and Namjoon shrugged in response. He stood from the couch and refolded the blanket atop it before leaning down and helping me button my shirt up. After he helped me comb out my hair and return to looking somewhat decent, I left to approach the matter with the other two.

As I approached their door, I could feel myself wanting to fade into the shadows. Never in my life did I expect my friends to walk in on a love fiasco, and nor did I want them to. I was dubious toward opening the door, and as my hand laid on the knob, I took a deep breath.

"Jimin? Kook? I'm coming in," I said softly before dropping my pride as I opened the door. I poked my head inside and looked at the two. I could feel myself beginning to flush rosy as they looked at me, mocking how I looked when they walked in. Immediately the veil of uncomfort I had lifted and I came fully into the room, punching the two against their shoulders.

"Hey that's enough okay? I get it!" I huffed, crossing my arms and leaning my weight to one hip. Jungkook burst into laughter and hid his face into a pillow to muffle it, whereas Jimin crossed his arms back at me from where he sat.

"You know, I knew you two were gonna be up to no good. But why on the couch? We all sit there-"

"Cut me some slack! Namjoon and I were teasing each other and one thing lead to another... and we didn't even get to having sex so like, calm yourself." I frowned, pursing my lips together tightly. Jimin chuckled and looked around before leaning forward and whispering, "You're a good looking mess, I'll admit-"

"Jimin!! Shut up!!" Jungkook interjected, playfully shoving Jimin down onto the bed. The ravenette smiled sheepishly toward me and tilted his head, "Do you two need more time alone? We can go to the cafe and bother Jin hyung if you want?"

"No Kook, it's okay. I don't think I could get back in the mood even if I was desperate." I shrugged, sighing and leaning my back against the wall. "Just next time Namjoon and I are home alone, could you text to check first? I don't want a repeat of this..."

"Of course!" The two nodded, their eyes wide. I knew they didn't want to stumble in on that ever again, and I was glad we could all agree on that.