the relationship [sequel]

post concert

[just to say this is a very fitting chapter given that as of today I am no longer a virgin!]

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I would never grow out of the awe that I felt watching the boys perform. Months had passed since the speech Namjoon gave and we were stronger than ever, our love now knowing no boundaries that we couldn't overcome. And the obstacles that did arise we worked through together without the explosive and destructive arguments we had dealt with before.

I was standing by the side of the stage as they finish their last song, the crowd a sea of purple light as the fans lost themselves in the fantasy world created within the arena. It made my heart feel full every time I thought about the impact they had on all these people around them. They brought so much light, so much happiness, and so much love to those who adored them.

It was their last concert for a while, the group taking a much needed break for the hectic schedules of their lives. As much as country-hopping and tour life was exciting, I was ready for the rest that would come soon. One by one they came off the stage and finally I got to hold and kiss my very sweaty, very tired Namjoon.

Nestling my head onto his shoulder, we walked in comfortable silence to the car where we both napped until we were woken by the jilting of the car in front of the hotel. Rubbing our eyes we made our way inside, the night air nipping our skin as we passed through it.

I had never felt so comfortable than in his arms as he hugged me from behind in the elevator. I never trusted him so much as when he undid the buttons of my shirt and kissed my collarbones with so much care and thought that it made my heart flutter.

"Last one for the road?" he said with a cocked eyebrow, pointing suggestively to the tent in his trousers.

Smirking, I found my way to my knees before he could take any further action and I palmed him slowly through his trousers. Gritting his teeth he unbuckled his own belt, ridding himself of his clothes so that his cock stood out proudly.

Licking a long strip down the shaft of his cock, I slowly bobbed my head down, sucking in my cheeks with the hope this would make him groan in pleasure. It did. I began with a slow pace, making sure to painstakingly suck and then leave small kisses around the tip and shaft of his cock before taking him in my mouth again. Fighting against my gag reflex, I continued until he was on the brink of release and then I pulled away.

Before he had time to question what I was doing I had thrown off the dress I was wearing, standing fully nude in the middle of the room. Walking over to me, he spun me around so that his crotch was pushed into my ass. The feeling of being so close to him was still just as intoxicating as it had once been. I could feel his heartbeat pound against my shoulder as we stood in silence before moving towards the bed.

Hovering above me, he kissed me slowly. It wasn't desperate or hurried - it was almost like he was trying to savour every single moment. He did this every time. Every single time we kissed I felt like I was the only thing he could see on this planet.

Aligning himself with my entrance, he thrusted himself in. He knew the contours and pathways of my body better than myself at this point, and as our bodies worked together it felt like we were performing our own kind of choreographed number. It had taken us a while to perfect it, but it was now the most beautiful spectacle out there.

Thrusting further in me, I shut my eyes and allowed myself to be drilled further into the mattress beneath me. I became lost in the throbbing of my pussy combined with the heavenly sounds of Namjoon grunting above me.

Reaching my own high, I watched with adoration as Namjoon climbed to his own. His face relaxed instantly as his thrusts grew sloppier and eventually stopped. Pulling out, he admired the way his cum trickled down my leg before coming and laying next to me.

Bringing my into his own arms, we lay in comfortable silence as we listened to the sound of our own breathing. It was so peaceful I didn't even want to move an inch, wishing we could stay in that state of euphoria for however long we could.

"I love you," he whispered, and despite the fact that we now both dropped those three words on a failing basis, it made my heart skip a beat.

Because the love from Namjoon wasn't naive and childish. It was mature and experienced, and that rang truer and deeper in my soul than any other love I had ever received.

"I love you," I replied back.

Not I love you too, because my love wasn't dependent on whether Namjoon loved me or not. It was always there.

Not I love you more, because love isn't a competition.

We worked in harmony, our souls now intertwined despite the boulders that had once kept us apart. Laying as we did there cemented what I knew to be true.

He was my soulmate.

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ummm so while I may write more smut than E. L James it's true that it wasn't until today that I finally got some dick.

so in honour we had to do some smut.

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