Open Hearts ✔️

Number One

I didn't want to get up. I almost refused.

But that didn't stop my boyfriend from trying. His hand started at my thigh and moved up and under my shirt, softly gliding over my skin. I hummed and snuggled further into the bed loving the way it felt.

"Noona, not again. Come on."

"No." I mumbled into my pillow holding it tighter.

"Noona." He scolded. "You have to get to work."

"Hoseok will be there." I replied. "I can sleep for another hour."

He chuckled. "Another hour huh?" He felt him move and then his body hover over my back. He let his pelvis and torso lay on top of me, his body weight trapping me under him.

Not that I minded.

He placed his lips at the base of my neck giving me light kisses. It tickled a little so I squirmed and giggled. "Namjoooooon, stop it. I want to sleep."

"For a whole hour?" He asked, the teasing tone playing on his lips. "There are way better things we could do for an hour. Twice in fact."

He circled his tongue under my ear and I felt chills scatter across every part of my body. My lower belly was now on fire, burning with a heat of desire only he has ever been able to stir in me. And I suddenly was no longer interest in sleep.

He grinded into me once, then again, a little harder and I felt his excitement through his boxers, which was all he wore to bed. I was wearing boy shorts and a comfy sleep shirt, but the layers between us were thin...very thin.

"You'll have to let me turn around." I said, keeping my voice low. I didn't want him to hear my eagerness.

"Mmmmmm." He hummed thoughtfully. "I don't think so."

"Absolutely not." I warned, thinking he was going somewhere he knew was off limits.

"No." He chuckled into my neck. I had turned my head and he started kissing on my shoulder. "I didn't mean that. Babygirl have I ever touched you in a way you didn't like?"

"No." I replied. And it was true. Whenever Namjoon touched me, or put me in a specific position, or thrusted into me, it was always a welcome feeling. There were times I even begged for it, since he was a teasing man.

"Then don't you think that when I say for you to stay on your stomach, it would be for your benefit?" He grinded hard again, this time his dick poking between my legs. I remember the first time we had sex I felt like I had been deprived my whole life.

Not only did he have the equipment to work with, but the man sure as hell knew what to do with it. The first time with him I had collapsed into my bed, and busted out in a hearty laugh because I could not believe sex could have felt that good.

The fact that he was attentive, loving, sweet, kind, and funny was why I fell in love with him. The sex was only an added bonus but holy shit was it a big bonus. He made me feel things I never thought possible before. When he made love to me, it was passionate and sweet; each touch of his made my heart bloom with warmth and adoration. He made me fall in love with him all over again almost every time he did.

But when he fucked me, it was hard and rough. The perfect combination of dominance and care as he brought me to mind numbing orgasms. I remember the first time he said 'I love you' to me was during one of these moments. He was hammering into me so hard his mind got away from him and he said it. Just as the words left his lips my orgasm ripped through me and after I had regained my breath I asked him if he meant it.

"Of course, I meant it. I just wish I said it in a sweeter way."

But I didn't care. I jumped on him, straddled his lap and kissed him so hard I almost suffocated him. I knew I loved him in that moment and that was just a few months after we officially started dating.