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miss Ella, what’s the oral receiving scene like for pups!joon ? 🥺🥺 will we get see that in future pups drabbles? I love this series so much 🥺 I didn’t know I could actually adore a series ljke this DDJDJDJ

Omg love u :3 You know how Namjoon kind of just wants to D*e whenever oc does something cute ;_; or something that he just finds Attractive of her ;_; You combine these two reactions and BOOM he’s like on the verge of actual Death jhfbsjfhbdhfbg You know what? Lemme demonstrate the Very First Time! Rated M for oral and Namjoon’s internal thought process just being AAAHHHH and oc being Cute As Always!!!!

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Introducing you to the privacy of his room was a mistake. You’re a reserved person, everyone knows this, but something about being within the confines of his space made you so… eager. And Namjoon doesn’t think his heart can take it anymore.

Just an hour ago he’d watched you interact with his roommate. Hoseok’s been a long-time friend, and it made him happy knowing you guys got along well: just a simple how-are-you conversation that only lasted three seconds because Namjoon had herded you through his door way too fast for you to keep up good dialogue. Trust him to cut short any affair that got in the way of getting you in his bedroom, but Hoseok understands the gesture because he shouts out a see you later! once Namjoon had locked his door.

The front door shut, and it was just you and him.

You didn’t take any initiative at first. And if Namjoon was being truthful, he’d be ready to admit that he really wasn’t trying to instigate. He liked his room. He liked you. He liked you in his room and he really–truthfully–wasn’t trying to instigate anything, and then you were lying on his bed without your jeans on (you didn’t like sitting on beds with your outside clothes on) and something inside him collapsed.

“Your bed smells good,” you said.

“You smell good,” Namjoon shot back, and you laughed. You looked like magic.

The lead-up was not eventful. It’s never eventful. He just loved lying down with you, and today had been particularly gruelling on your numbing brain, this close to some important deadline you had for an essay about time and the essence of life. Big-brained, convoluted things.

“I’m kinda horny,” you said simply.

Now, this. The present, where you ask to learn about sucking him off and he says yes, please yes and you’re kneeling between Namjoon’s legs now, and his pants and boxers off and is my dick nice? He doesn’t think it’s a bad dick.

“Big,” is all you have to say.

“You’re just being nice.”

“What if I choke? I’m gonna look ugly.”

“That’s–you’re not ugly, oh my god.” He laughs at your blush. “It’s okay, just. Go slow. Or whatever.”

“Well what do you like?” You whisper, grabbing his dick with that tentative grip, palm too warm. He’s scorching.

“You can–put your mouth on it.” It’s your eyes that get him first. Shining with glitter, the hope that you’re doing it right. Namjoon wants to cry, feeling your tongue lick at the slit. “Y-Yeah…”

And like the menace you are, you suck him in as deep as you can, grabbing at the meat of his thighs as Namjoon yelps.

“Ah–!”

You pull up, take a deep breath. “Good?”

“Yes. Please, again,” he says.

He doesn’t fit all the way but he still feels it tenfold. The lap of your tongue, the enthusiastic suction, your legs shifting behind you so you can bob your head better.

He has nothing to say for guidance. His throat is caught with his grunting, sighing pleasure because you’re just naturally good at doing this, making him feel good. All his sweetest parts burning with your wet love.

Suddenly he feels both your hands twisting at his cock. “Oh my god.” He’s vibrating, for fuck’s sake. He wants to laugh, thinking about how you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. You’re a different kind of evil. “W-Where’d you learn this?”

You look up at him, shy. As if you weren’t jerking at his leaking cock standing right under your nose. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

He won’t question it. He’s preoccupied with the heat of your tongue anyway, smoothing along the length like you’ve got a melting popsicle. You suckle on him again, the satisfaction of a good treat. Namjoon can’t help the hand he grips the back of your neck with.

“Is this okay?” He asks. He’s out of breath. You nod, knowing you did that to him.

“Mhm.”

“I might come soon.”

“Mhm,” you whine louder, and Namjoon feels his blood rushing even further down.

He closes his eyes to your novice rhythm. The softened hold you’ve got on the base of his dick that eases your motions. Your other hand curls around his thigh once more, squeezing whenever you try to slurp lower. He knows you like to challenge yourself, knows your drive to do things right. And if doing something right meant the potential of literally choking on dick then Namjoon won’t stop you. He hisses. “Holy fuck.”

Of course he’s close. Of course you make those tiny squeaks whenever his hand presses on your nape just a little harder. He almost bursts when you soften over the tip–the little smack–to lick at your lips. You’re looking at him with unhidden pride.

“I like doing this to you.”

“You’re going to kill me,” he says with certainty.

You nod. “G-Good,” you laugh a little, catching him with an upstroke. Your mouth meets your fist in the middle, the slow jerk to your suckling.

Namjoon tries to relax. Breathing hard, letting you take him where you want. Your timid strokes picking up speed, spit lathered, your suction slippery. He feels like he’s drowning. Like he can’t keep up anymore, submitting to your waves, your motions, the cry of his bedframe shifting under you both.

“I’m coming,” he warns.

You lap him up like you didn’t hear. But you know what you’re doing, licking at the length. You know that tightening your mouth makes him shiver. You tongue what’s wet into slobber, a squelch that shouldn’t sound so good but it does. 

It’s when you look up that he absolutely loses it.

He unravels quick, groaning through an orgasm you draw out so sweetly. Watching you watching him, eyes wet with your effort, the shine of your tears. And he doesn’t mean to buck up when he does–he’s so gone he doesn’t even hear you sputtering but he feels it, your throat convulsing, the little peep of surprise. Namjoon’s eyes go wide.

“You’re so pretty, pups.”

It’s the truth. The image of you, used, satisfied. Your hair is mussed from where he was gripping. He wipes the cum off the corner of your little smile, grabs a tissue from his bedside for you to spit into. Maybe he’ll ask if you’d be down to swallow, next time.

(He hopes to God there’s a next time.)

You wad the used tissue up into a ball, making a face. “Really salty,” you comment.

Namjoon reddens. “Yeah it’s pretty… gross. But… how was–that?”

“Fun.” You wobble up to your knees, using his shoulders for balance. Your smile is sincere. “It’s… you’re really hot, you know that?”

The bed dips when you straddle him. “Says you.”

“I’m telling the truth!”

He kisses you. Stained with his taste, and he can’t be bothered to care. “Thank you,” he whispers, “for taking care of me.”

“What a good boy,” you coo. “Now help me off this bed, I literally cannot get the feeling back in my legs and I’ve got your cum drying in my hand right now.”