Waiting For Her // Chapter 5

Waiting For Her // chapter 5

Au: ceo au + ballerina au

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst (?)

a/n – so this was a super long ass gobsmackin panty hosing wait (haha that did not make any sense). I’m sorry for the mess in the POVs’ bcs I’m pretty sure it got switched from third to second person all those chapters back. Editing is quite fun actually, it’s just my lazy ass not doing work.

It was one of those nights where both of them had been up all night long talking and laughing. It was too late for (y/n) to go back to her apartment and so she stayed the night.

The next morning, (y/n) woke up on Jungkook’s bed, blushing at the half-naked state Jungkook was in. She took her time to admire his sculpted chest and thankfully, his abs were partly under the covers, for she’d be goggling at them all day. Jungkook looked so angelic under the glow of the morning light with his hair a bit ruffled up by the night’s sleep.

Eventually, (y/n) pulled herself away from the oh-so-dashing sight and went to get a glass of water. Downing it quickly and heading back to her lover’s room to change back into yesterday’s clothes. (Y/n) had on Jungkook’s white tee that he made her wear to sleep.

(Y/n) shook Jungkook to wake him up. Slowly Jungkook stirred awake, eyes fluttering open, a pout slowly forming on his lips, knowing where (y/n) had to go this early in the morning. (Y/n) could only smile down at his sleepy and pouty state and kiss his cheek.

Jungkook smiled lazily and pulled her in just in time. Crashing her to his chest to give her a tight hug. (Y/n) laughed and pushed herself off his chest to not suffocate him with her weight. (Y/n) gazed into his adoring eyes.

Jungkook and (y/n) had both been meeting each other as often as they can but it was still hard when their schedules don’t seem to favour them much. Jungkook still had his arms locked around (y/n)’s waist when he kissed her neck playfully. Still being locked captive, (y/n) squirmed as his kiss tickled and poked a finger at Jungkook’s side.

(Y/n) cupped his face, “Jungkook I have to go or else I won’t dance well.” Jungkook sighed and unhooked his arms around her waist to let her go. (Y/n) immediately missing the warmth his arms had bring.

Jungkook got out of bed and stretched out his arms above him, while (y/n) rummaged through her purse to see if she’s got everything. When (y/n) was almost out the door was when she looked back at Jungkook, commenting how she doesn’t want other people seeing her man half-naked first thing in the morning.

“I love it when you refer to me as your man,” Jungkook smiled. He, himself, was unaware at his half-nakedness but nevertheless he pulled (y/n) close to him for one last hug for the day, or maybe the week. (Y/n) melting into Jungkook’s frame and wrapping her arms around his tiny waist.

As they both pulled away, two of them looked into each other’s eyes, the silence spoke for itself. They both wondered when will be the next time they’ll be able to be like this: close and together.

//

Weeks passed and everything was in par: (y/n)’s busy schedule was back, in for a Don Quixote production, while Jungkook had more family functions and business meetings to attend to.

Jungkook’s mother often questions why said girlfriend never attended their family gatherings, and often the truth provided wasn’t enough to keep the skeptical look and feeling from creeping up from Jungkook’s mother. It was difficult for Jungkook to listen to his mother’s comments and opinions about (y/n) and her suggesting other girls from wealthy families to him every time the topic of girlfriend came up. It was unfair on (Y/n)’s behalf and (Y/n) just simply doesn’t deserve that.

The business meetings and dinners were often accompanied by his personal assistant, Jimin, a close friend of his as well. Jungkook never minded that much over who he brought to these events but it’d be much more endurable if it were (y/n) by his side sometimes when the evening just felt too long.

(Y/n), on the other hand was betrayed whenever every grand battement she did wasn’t as high as she’d liked it to be, or that whenever she attempted a grand jeté was when she felt like an elephant. She cursed whenever her toes would give out in an hour. The results of the first rehearsal for the production were simply unacceptable: she lost balance and control quite easily.

With the disaster of a rehearsal in mind, (y/n) practiced some more strengthening exercises until her alarm sounded. She cooled down, stretching her muscles on the floor.

(Y/n) arrived at her apartment with sore muscles and she went to soak her feet in warm salt water. She called up her mom to check up on things back at home to take her mind off dancing.

“Hey, mom,” (y/n) greeted as soon as her mother picked up and on they went talking about anything – or more specifically, about Jungkook.

“Mom, I really do like him as much as he likes me…no, he’s not that kind of person mom…” knowing how men roll in and out of (y/n)’s life, her mother couldn’t help but worry for (y/n), although it is natural for all mothers to worry for their daughters in matters like this.

“You need to give the boy a chance. I can tell that your schedule is getting busier by day, better communicate well darling,” (Y/n) mother advised.

(Y/n) could only sigh.

//

At an instant as she stepped foot into the café, (y/n) had spotted her broad shouldered, dark-brown haired man: he was waiting in line to order, still dressed up in his work suit that never fails to make (y/n) swoon.

(Y/n) approached Jungkook as he admired the café’s interior design. When Jungkook caught sight of (y/n), his heart rate picked up, “(Y/n)!” his eyes sparkled as they landed on her. Jungkook pulled her in for a hug and in just a matter of seconds the two hearts met.

They both settled down in one far end corner of the café, secluding themselves from the outer world. (Y/n) had a sudden feeling of dread of being with Jungkook, looking at him, thinking how she doesn’t deserve a soft ray of sunshine like him. With him always supporting her and offering help and advice, whereas she, who barely has time to even take care of Jungkook.

The dinners and functions she should have attended. All opportunities missed of getting to know Jungkook better. She couldn’t put the blame on ballet and dancing of course, she knew what she was getting herself into the moment she decided to become a part of the company.

Noticing how (y/n)’s mind was clouded, Jungkook held her hands and asked her what she was so worried about. She didn’t need much of a push to confess her feelings.

“Jungkook, I haven’t been a good girlfriend right? I’m not making enough time for you. I know I can’t blame anything else than myself but you just don’t deserve this Jungkook. It’s unfair,” the ballerina said taking in Jungkook’s caring gaze not before looking down at her cup of tea.

“I don’t want to ruin your reputation or anything like that. Ballerina’s don’t earn much and it ain’t a stable job. God knows what your family must think of me,” (Y/n) sighed. “I’m struggling to find time for you too Jungkook, you don’t deserve this. You were always there for me, lifting my spirits up but all I ever did was lower yours,” tears were forming at (y/n)’s eyes right now.

Jungkook was up and by her side now,” Baby, no, don’t feel that way about yourself. So what if you don’t earn much, huh? I adore you for your hard work and devotion to the art. You give a lot of effort to each and every performance and most importantly, you’re doing what you love!” Jungkook got a little carried away at his passionate speech that he was starting to get looks from others.

(Y/n) cracked up a smile at his passionate pep talk, heart warming up at how understanding Jungkook can be. Finally someone saw how serious ballet really is. Finally someone understood her.

“It’s ok, love. Don’t pressure yourself with all these thoughts. I want to be with you and you want to be with me, right?” Jungkook’s pitch slightly raised at the end, uncertainty wavering in his face as he looked at her.

“I do, Jungkook – it’s just that I wanna be there for you when you need me…I don’t want your parents to think I’m some sort of gold digger, trust me, I’ve been there.”

Jungkook scooted closer to (y/n) and rubbed her shoulder,” Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, (y/n). I’ll explain your situation. Surely, they’d be understanding, you know.” (Y/n) sniffled and took a napkin, leaning her head against Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I still remember the first time we met,” Jungkook reminisce, looking at (y/n) fondly.

“When we were in primary school?” (Y/n) asked.

“Yeah, you were quite chubby back then,” Jungkook smiled and chuckled once he saw (Y/n)’s horrified expression. “Oh God, you do remember!” (Y/n) hid her face in her hands, mortified.

“It’s funny how as a kid I fell in love with you,” Jungkook teased. (Y/n) gasped and pinched Jungkook’s bicep, every problem fading away as they both took a path down the memory lane.

I Feel It Coming (k.n.j)

Word count: 1.8k (I'm not sure but it’s 1k-ish)

Genre: Smut 

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: thigh riding, (a lil bit of) daddy kink, cock riding, … yeap that’s pretty much it. Lolz.

Authors note: part 2! There ya go, enjoy huns 🍯 

Links:  [p.1]

Summary: A guys trip to a high-end strip clubmay be what they need. However, it’s when you keep coming back to the same place and same person every time that makes it interesting.

Namjoon chuckled as he entered through the tall wooden-carved doors, thinking, is he really doing this?Although he knew that there was no doubt that he would be seeing you tonight as he couldn’t get the image of you greeting him and the rest a good night’s sleep when the session was over, last week. Your slightly dishevelled hair, pouty and seductive lips, never left his mind. What more about the feeling of you tugging his hair pushing his face closer to your core when he ate you out. That was so hot.

Namjoon sat down and waited for you. Ready to be entranced again tonight, after a week of fantasizing about you. You entered, fixing your messy bun. You smiled and your heart fluttered at who you are about to please tonight. He came…back. Now that he’s alone you’d do much more tonight.

”Only you tonight, darling?” Your voice broke the silence as he stared you down. You untied the string to the see-through night-gown. As you were informed that tonight will only have one person for you, you decided to wear the most expensive piece of material the strip club had gifted you with – a diamond beaded lingerie set.

Namjoon played with the controller in hand, slightly feeling his cock hardened. He nearly lost it when he saw the lingerie set you were wearing. He sucked in a breath watching you.

You plopped yourself down onto the chair, not bothering to do your usual routine, now that he’s here. You’re excited for what the night is going to bring you. Namjoon switched on the vibrator and you had to do so much to not break eye-contact with him. He quirked an eyebrow up, not hearing you make any sound, was not it for him.

The slow hum of the vibrator was slowly beginning to make you beg for more. You’d be begging a lot tonight with him. Your eyes travelled down to his chest, then his arms, then his hands and fingers – how they would feel inside you or however he chooses to touch you.

“Take off that bun, baby,” his voice commanded, low and dark, it went straight to your core, making you wet. You complied and bit your lip, letting your hair fall.  

Namjoon increased the speed and you shot forward moaning, it was a quick change of speed which had you shivering lightly. He’d let you enjoy the pleasure without his touch first. You leant back on the chair, sighing as you looked at him,” Can I touch myself, daddy?” He nodded and lowered the speed of the device.

You brought your hand in your panties and rubbed yourself. You were enjoying yourself, getting lost in your own pleasure until you felt yourself edging closer and closer. That’s when you stop, letting your body beg for release. But you wanted a different form of release and so, you got up to walk towards him.

Namjoon was startled when you pulled your hand away and edged yourself. Shit just got hot and hotter. There was an evident dent and when you walked towards him, you practically saw his hand palming himself.

“Do you need some help sir?” You were closer than ever and he rasped out,” Help daddy fix this problem.”

You gladly straddled your legs around him, connecting both of your lips together. You melted and you could feel yourself dripping as his hands travelled up and down your sides. One of his hands holding your chin to assure himself that this was real. You grinded on his crotch and he eventually, smacked your bum, causing you to squeal at the feeling.

“Ride my thigh, babygirl,” he pulled away. Your eyes darken at his suggestion and you quickly undressed yourself. He tried to be subtle with his checking you out but he can’t help it, you were stunning with diamonds on you and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to you. Your hair fell into your face and you swept it back, trying to keep him in view, you looked to him and once you were fully undress, you straddled him again.

You pulled at his tie around his neck and fixed your gaze on his lips. He took off his tie and threw his suit jacket off to the side, he rolled up his sleeves and you almost salivate at how dashing this beautiful stranger looks right now.

He gripped your hips and kissed your neck up and down, nipping now and then at your collarbone. He placed your dripping pussy right above his right thigh and whispered hotly in your ear to start riding. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began moving your hips, forward and back, feeling the rough but soft material of his pants against your clit. You felt a little bit of moisture as you grinded back and forth and you can’t help but moan at how you’ve been dreaming of thigh riding in forever.

“Ahh…oh…can you- can you tell me your name?” you managed, your pace quickening as his hands were massaging your ass. It was quite a funny time for introductions but he gave in, wanting to hear you moan out his name,” Namjoon.“

You were grinding and your hands were on both of his shoulders gripping them for support. He grunted, wanting you to reach your high, although his hard-on was slightly uncomfortable now. By the time you reached the euphoric high you’ve chased, you were a moaning mess. You sucked at Namjoon’s neck. You feel him groan and that’s when you felt his dent.

You swore that if you didn’t suck his cock tonight, you’d never forgive yourself. You gave him a peck on the lips before you got down on your knees to suck him. You hoped to god your cock sucking skills were spot on tonight. He released his breath, and was surprised to see you so eager to suck him off, girls would normally complain or give excuses going down on him, but you don’t seem to mind his long girth, as his cock sprang up; red and ready for you.

Although he loved the way you looked sucking him off, he felt as if he would combust seeing you taking him so well. “Namjoon, why are you holding yourself back, honey?” You came off his cock with a pop and he pulled you up and kissed your neck, “Why not ride me? Ride my cock instead,” He suggested instead.

You laughed lightly,” Ok, all you had to do was say something.” He’d remind you the next time that he’d gladly let you suck him off but not now.

He was still in his clothes but you figured that you had no time to waste to give him his release. The last time he ate you out left an imprint on your mind. No one had the same effect as him and that…that was something.

You slowly lowered yourself down on his cock, feeling him stretching you out, it was easier and more lubricated this time out of all the times you rode someone. You closed your eyes at how good his cock feels in you.

Namjoon grabbed one of your tits and rubbed the hard nub, watching your face contort to pleasure. So pretty, I’d like to see that face more…he thought and when you started to move up and down his length, boy, was he lost. He dropped his head on the sofa and moved back up to bring you closer.

“Babygirl, tell me how good my cock feels in you…” he brought his hip up, thrusting deeper into you. “- so, so good. Ohh, Namjoon daddy…”

When he felt your walls squeezing is when he lets go, his voice low as he moaned out, spilling his seed into you. With the feeling of his seed filling you up, you let go as well. You were bouncing up and down, your pretty tits giving him a pretty sight to look at. Your pace slowed down as you felt yourself lose control as the waves of pleasure hit you.

“Oh! Namjoon-“ he cut off your moans by kissing your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You’d never kissed someone so intensely and with tongue action, grabbing at his hair. You both pulled away. He was still in you, filling you up. You straddled him and fixed his tie, him fixing your hair. You didn’t know what to say.

“You have a thing for hair pulling…?” he said looking at your face. Your cheeks reddened,” I- I don’t know…” you stuttered at his gaze on you.

“And what’s your name?” he asked.

“(Y/n),” you replied, getting up. He wanted to stay like that with you but he knows it’s not practical.

“I’ll wait for you. What time are you getting off?” Namjoon said, hoping you’d want to see him as much as he wants to see you too.” You’re last in my schedule today so…I’ll just get changed,” you told him, giving him a peck on the cheek before rushing off to change.

///

Namjoon waited outside of the strip club, aware of the small patch of dried cum on his right leg and once you came out, looking as fresh as ever, he’d forget all about it. He held out his hand and you shyly slipped your hand in his. “So shy? We basically just fucked just now,” he teased, loving the way you narrow your eyes at him, before giving him a light pinch on his arm.

You two ended up at his apartment, chilling on the sofa, talking and getting to know each other, until you decided to tease him and he eventually went down on you, taking his time eating you out and fingering you. His long fingers in you drove you wild. He fucked you again that night and you fell into a deep slumber by the time he was cleaning you up.

Morning came and you felt Namjoon’s arm around you, hugging you close. You felt his chest rise and fall, and you turned around to wrap one leg around his torso. It wasn’t long until Namjoon stirred awake. He opened an eye and trailed his fingers down your leg. “ Good morning, sunshine,” his morning voice greeted you.

You grinned and lightly kissed him. “Any plans today?” you asked. He rubbed circles on your thigh and said,” Other than taking you out and spending the day with you? Nah, nothing much.”

You moaned as his hand grabbed at your bum, squeezing the flesh. You felt yourself get wet not long after and it was let’s say, one of the many times you’d be having morning sex with your hot boyfriend.  

the story of “Promise” (trans x / x)

I could just stare at you all day (tr.)

bonus

same jimin same

cr: jikooku (twitter)

I Feel It Coming (k.n.j)

Word count: 1.1k 

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: vibrator, oral (female receiving), strip club fantasy lol, daddy (yeah pretty subtle tbh)

Authors note: This is part 1 as the story line is not done yet but it’s smut for most of the part.I’m not sure if this is considered as a fic or drabble...most likely the latter. Yess, the title is inspired by The Weeknd’s song and yeah, the song’s mood and vibe fits soooo hope you have a fun read! ❣️

Summary:  A guys trip to a high-end strip clubmay be what they need. However, it’s when you keep coming back to the same place and same person every time that makes it interesting.

It was a day off from a heavy week of work. Jimin had suggested for them all to go to a strip club today, get laid and just de-stress in general. Oh boy, but it wasn’t the usual strip club they usually went to. No, this strip club was a high-end strip club; for the boujee people. Namjoon rolled his eyes at a man, suffocating himself in Gucci. Kim Namjoon was a rich man, yes, but materialistic things weren’t his cup of tea. Rather, he spent his money on family members and he would, now and then splurge on music equipment.

“Hold up one sec boys, I’ll just get us our room ,” Jimin went off to the receptionist. Yoongi was looking over at the expensive décor of the entrance, he observed the golden leafs on the grand wooden-carved door, everything was in a golden hue. Seokjin and Hoseok, were searching up reviews of the said strip club, eyes widening at the 10/10 ratings and reviews from customers.

That left Namjoon and Jungkook, they were all in custom-tailored suits, as Jimin specifically explained the status of the place and proper attire to wear. “Hyung, I…I don’t know how to feel about this, I’m still quite confused. Are we going to be in the same room or something? Cause that’s low-key weird? I don’t know, I’m not that open to threesomes or sevensomes yet- ok I don’t know where this is going,” Jungkook gushed.

“Jungkook, to tell you the truth…I’m not a hundred percent sure either but let’s just be open minded,” Namjoon reassured Jungkook, just as Jimin hollered over for the six of them to come follow him and a lady to their booked room.

The lady guided them to their room at the far end of the hall, hearing explicit moans and groans of women and men as they walked past doors. 

“Sorry, we haven’t sound-proofed our walls yet,” the lady apologised opening up the door to their room. “Now you all just sit back and relax, loosen up those ties of yours and the remote is with (Y/n), don’t worry too much and our pleasure is yours,” She finished off, closing the door as they all settled in.

“What have you signed us up for chim chim?” Yoongi asked looking at the empty chair in the room. They were seated down on comfortable Italian leathered sofas, leaning back. There was a small round platform or stage with an empty chair.

“Shut up, the shows starting,” Jimin said, just as the lights dimmed down and there was only a spotlight on the empty chair. A girl came in, Namjoon, as well as the rest, basically eye-fucked her. They watched as she grabbed the chair and spun it so that the back of the chair was facing them. She was wearing a black laced bra and black matching panties with thigh high black high-heeled boots. Well, that’s what the boys could see, under the huge emerald green coat.

You smiled seductively, eyes almost popping when you entered as there were seven dashing men instead of only one tonight. You made a mental note to read your goddamn schedule sometime. You sat on the chair with legs open to the side and placed your forearms on the head of the chair, grinning and biting your lip as they sucked in the image of your body.

“Boys, welcome, you signed up for a glorious time tonight, some of you might get lucky tonight with me, if you know what I’m saying,” you announced as you took in each and every one of them, eyes lounging a bit too long on Namjoon before you grabbed out the controller of the vibrator in your pussy.

“Daddies, someone! Please! Take the honours, anyone,” you held out the remote control out offering it. Surprisingly, Jungkook, was the only one, getting up to get the remote. Namjoon cursed at himself for being a bit distracted by your soft plump lips and how they move with every word you spoke.

“Finally, the show can start…” you stood up and let the huge fur coat drop to the floor, you spun the chair back around so that you could sit and face them. Jungkook pressed a button and you shivered lightly, legs wide open with both of you hands in front of you on the chair. Your chest was pushed out as you sat in this pose and when a light moan slipped out, Jungkook handed the controller over to Jimin, they were all by far semi-hard right now.

Jimin increased the speed and you almost lost it, the sensation and the feel of seven pairs of eyes watching you. You might as well just come right then and there.

“Let me come, and I’ll be a good girl,” you moaned out. You were grinding on the chair, the friction aiding in achieving your pure bliss. Namjoon gulped down at how hot you looked and how hard he was right now.

The controller was passed to Namjoon, “You need it mate,” Yoongi commented on his hard-on. You were crying out on how you were almost there and Namjoon, being Namjoon, lowered the speed down, earning a gasp from you.

“Let me come! Let me come, daddy, please!” you shot open your eyes and looked at Namjoon. The nickname made him feel even more turned on, and you  almost slipped a finger in your soaked panties when Namjoon said,” Don’t touch yourself or else daddy won’t let you come.”

You obeyed, immediately pulling your hand away and placed them on your thighs. Namjoon increased the speed, causing you to jolt forward, letting out a string of incoherent curses and thanks. Maybe the feeling of it all intensified because this beautiful stranger was holding it this time.

You were squirming on the seat and Hoseok had a hand in his pants, watching you.

 “Oh my god, I’m coming! I’m coming- Oh!” (y/n) cried out, feeling the waves of pleasure hit her, her thighs shook as she came. The vibrator was still inside her but at a low speed, Namjoon whistled lowly and handed the remote to Seokjin beside him.

“Can you take more?” Seokjin started. Namjoon palmed himself as he watched your chest heave up and down after the orgasm. Your face was the best part when you came, as well as when you moaned, as well as when your body shook after coming down from your high - he couldn’t decide.

“Yes- oh…” you traced off as Seokjin slowly turned up the speed of the vibrator and offered the remote control to Hoseok, which he politely declined, telling Jin that he’d rather jack himself off at a live porno than be a part of it. Seokjin snickered,” Yeah, no shit Sherlock.”

“Remove the vibrator and slip a hand in,” Yoongi suggested to you. Namjoon was sure he could just go up there and ram his dick in you right now. “Can I take off my panties?” you said, toying with the waistband of the soaked material.

“Oh god, take off your bra too!” Jimin voiced out. “My pleasure…” you smirked and dropped everything on you, even your thigh high heels.

The boys marvelled at the sight. And by now, all of their dicks are out and they were slowly rubbing a hand up and down them. (Y/n) sat back down and Namjoon watched as her boobs move up and down. How they would look bouncing up and down when you’d ride him…

You leaned back on the chair and grabbed one boob and the other teasingly trailing down, she rubbed her fingers on her hard nub and groaned at how good it felt touching herself there. If only he could touch me…

“Can someone come and touch me? Maybe eat me?” Namjoon looked at the rest and the all agreed for Namjoon to go up there.

Namjoon stumbled on to the stage and you’re breath was caught up at how good-looking and handsome he is closer. He waited for you to say something as his mind was fogged with explicit thoughts of pleasuring you.

“Kneel down and touch me please?” you spread your legs as wide as you can, trying to be as inviting as possible. He mumbled at how pretty your pussy is.

“Thank you- “ you were cut off by his ministrations and the feel of his fingers on you as he dropped to his knees. In you and Namjoon’s head it was only the two of you in the room. Namjoon’s thumb swiped at your clit causing you to whimper at how good it felt when he does that. He collected your juices at your entrance and spread them up and down your clit. Amazed at how wet you are. You silently thanked god for Mr. Hottie to be touching you instead of the others, who were hotties too but you wanted this hottie.

He traced his other hand up your calves and rested them on your thigh then bringing it to your inner thigh, his rough hand slowly massaging that place. You can’t help but be aware of it all and moaned out, arching your back and lightly grinding your hips on his fingers. He teased you, not slipping a finger in, until Yoongi interrupted,” Just eat her out already!”

He grunted at the thought of the others seeing you like this but he sucked it up this time and continued. He pushed a finger in, feeling how wet you are and then another finger in, he stretched you out nicely, and slowly he pumped his two digits in and out of you.

Your hands were both behind you, supporting yourself. You were at a lost for words and you normally weren’t at a loss for words. Namjoon pulled out his fingers and sucked them which made you moan at how hot it looked.

He dived in and devoured you. You arched your back and cried out,” Daddy, it feels so good!” You moaned out so loud that the others on the sofa groaned at how good the scene in front of them was as they all pumped their hands faster.

Namjoon swirled his tongue at your bud, lightly nipping it, which made you go crazy. You wrapped your legs around his upper body, and pulled at his hair which made him moan into your clit.

He grabbed your hips and squeezed your bum and went on. He was tongue fucking you and it made small squelching noises which made you wetter. You were reaching your high, pushing and trying to tug his head closer to your pussy.

“You eat me out so good…Oh…Mmmmm- Ah…” porn like moans that were actually real were coming out of your mouth. And as the tension in your lower stomach slowly built up, Namjoon was kind to give you the satisfactory release. Your moans were the loudest when you came and you stilled as your body registered your high. Namjoon cleaned you up, licking you clean.

He felt your legs shake and relax on him. He looked up at you and both of you were in a daze, locking eyes.