Bts Smuts 18+

miss comunication (namkook x reader)

When you wake up, one side of the bed is empty, but you reach out to the opposite side and you’re met with a warm wall of solid flesh that can only be the younger of your boyfriends. Turning to face him sleepily, you reach for your phone buried under your pillow to check the time, seeing that it’s past noon already.

“You’re awake?” Jeongguk is staring at you with a look akin to hope in his eyes, but when you don’t answer, he only pulls you closer to suckle wet kisses onto your bare chest, letting his tongue tease at the scoop neck of your camisole. He is insatiable lately, your thighs are still aching from the previous night where he ate you out for what seemed like an eternity, and you can only blame his obsession with how he loves seeing you all swollen and pregnant like this.

A low whine of a protest starts up in your throat; with him jostling you around like this, you feel more and more like a beached whale. Your hands slide protectively over the rounded curve of your belly that peeks out from the hem of your camisole, chiding him with a soft pinch to his nipple. Jeongguk can be impatient when he’s needy, and even though he’d never in a million years ever hurt you, he can be a little oblivious to your newfound heaviness that will only increase as the months go by, especially when he tends to underestimate his own strength.

“Kook, gently,” you remind him, shifting gingerly onto your side and running your fingers through his hair.

He murmurs a low apology into your soft chest, hands coming up to knead them. You can feel the way his large hands envelope your tits, and the attention feels good.

“They feel different, I like it,” he declares with a grin that tugs at your heartstrings. “We’re so lucky, Joon-hyung and I.”

You can already feel the evidence of his desire against your stomach, and it’s pretty clear what he wants as he lets his tongue lap over your nipple, pinching the neglected one as you feel his cock against your lower belly.

“So lucky that you agreed to let us do this, so lucky to have you all beautiful and swollen in our bed like this,” Jeongguk knows the way to your heart is through compliments, and he doesn’t let up a single bit as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue toying with it relentlessly.

Every swipe of his tongue sends shockwaves to your core, and your breathing quickens. “Kook… wh-who’s do you think it is?”

He draws back with a wet pop, glancing up at you with those doe eyes of his that could light up the entire night sky, and you suddenly hope it’s his baby that will inherit them. You trace a finger down his nose, admiring how perfect the slope of it is, and wondering if the little one will have his nose too.

“I don’t care, I know it’ll be perfect no matter what,” he takes the other neglected nipple into his mouth, teasing it till its puffy and swollen.

“Can we? Please, I’m so hard, you know I can’t go to class like this,” he whines with his head buried in between the peaks of your breasts, nuzzling your soft skin.

“Go jerk off in the bathroom or something, you know we can’t, Kook,” you push his head away gently, feeling blood rush to your core at the insistent prodding of his length against you, imagining how solid and warm it is, and how nice it would be to have him buried balls deep in you right about now. “Namjoon-“

“Hyung’s at work now, he won’t know,” Jeongguk is adamant, sitting up as he spreads your legs to kiss along your inner thighs. He helps you onto your back, fingers caressing your legs as he nestles himself in between them.