𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓓𝓲𝓬𝓴
[a remake of my january ff of namjoon]
NewlyWedHubby!NamjoonXNewlyWedWife!Reader
genre- fluff & smut (mdi)
prompt- you and namjoon have been waiting till marriage to have sex. it was hard for you in particular, since you were so attracted to him, but now, the night after your wedding ceremony has arrived and you could release all the sexual desires you had waiting for him…there’s a problem though. namjoon says he’s nervous to have sex because of a secret he’s been keeping from you. jokes on him because, he didn’t know it would be a secret so …hot to you
content- softdom!namjoon, unprotected sex, crying during and after sex, waiting till marriage sex, bigdick!namjoon, explicit content, lowkey funny plot
a/n- originally got this idea from his song 버려😲when I first wrote it, it was a joke but now im taking it serious ;) kinda proofread
word count- 2.4k
💕first tag -> @jungkookie13-blog1
The time was finally here. The night of your wedding.
Thank the heavens because now, the moment that you and your newly wed, Kim Namjoon have always waited for has finally arrived.
Five years ago when you both started dating, you guys agreed to wait until marriage before having any sexual intercourse. It was Namjoon’s idea.
Though he wasn’t exactly Christian, he told you that he believed sex was something meant for exclusive love only and therefore wanted to marry first to see if things were real…before getting in you.
Kim Namjoon was always a smart man and his reasoning was usually logical and fair enough, but this alone was really tough for you, especially since he’s always been quite the hottie.
You honestly wanted nothing more than to dig your nails deep into his thick bare biceps and let him ruin you.
181 cm yet feels much taller, grown out buzzed dirty-blonde dyed hair, plump full lips like a cute heart, thick straight brows, observant dragon eyes that you yearned to see the world through, strong and tanned cozy sleeper build. Great for cuddling. Super sexy man.
And on top of that, he was wise, understanding, respectful and disgustingly reliable. He often read books or brainstormed lyrics since he did songwriting on the side.
Namjoon was always committed to the things he loved and you loved that about him. He was also a leader at heart but had a compassionate side that loved nature, animals and the simplicity of life.
Nevertheless, you guys carried through successfully with his wishes and were very excited to see the outcome.
You knew you wanted to be with him forever and therefore, knew this day would eventually come the minute he said his ramen and chill was just ramen and chill until marriage.
Now, that long awaited day has finally arrived and you were more than excited, practically bouncing around in your wedding gown just to bounce on him more in the bedroom.
As you both walked into the booked hotel that midnight, still in your wedding attire as you both had left the venue, you giggled and skipped happily while eagerly grabbing your newlywed’s sweaty hand.
Wait, sweaty hands? Why was Namjoon still on edge?
In fact, he’d been like this all day.
Before, you’d assumed it was because he was getting married. Marriage can be scary and stressful, especially for someone like the groom.
But now, it was different.
Now, it was just the two of you like always. You and Namjoon. No family was around this time. No friends with cameras were watching.
So, why was he still worried?
Maybe he’s just nervous about having sex for the first time. A normal reaction for something new. You didn’t blame him. This was indeed his first time since he’s been waiting.
But couldn’t he just trust you to help? Couldn’t he also just back out if he wanted?
He should know that you're his wife and wouldn't force him to do anything out of his comfort.
When you both entered the fancy hotel room, his vibe was radiating off even more distant and closed off energy. This was so unusual for him on y’all’s wedding night and he only did this when he was mad at you or hiding something.
You reached for his hand to reassure him, but Namjoon subtly pulled away to get the door.
He was a shy man at heart, but right now, he was obviously hiding something from you.
Curious, you decided to slow down and ask him what was wrong.
“Hey, Joonie.”
You said softly while you placed a hand on his tense right shoulder. You wanted to show him that you meant no harm. No judgement. He could open up to you if he felt uncomfortable.
The large Namjoon flinched and avoided your gaze like a cute clumsy bear.
“Uhm y-yes, love?”
You sighed, realizing just how on edge he truly was still. Choosing to jump to the conclusion and assume your suspicions were correct, you offered something that you thought would hopefully calm his jumpy nerves.
“We really don't have to do anything if you don't want to.”
You spoke to him gently, never taking your hand off his large yet tense shoulder.
Namjoon let out a quiet, deep breath before slowly allowing his dragon eyes to meet yours. They were the darkest of brown and had their kind of large, doe vulnerable gaze that made him look like a nervous little koala instead of a strong man.
“Love, it's not a-about that. It has nothing to do with that actually…” His stuttering deep voice trailed off, leaving silence between you two.
“Then what is it about Namjoon!” You nagged, getting frustrated with him. What could wrong that he was so on edge when you were trying to stay happy for their wedding night??
He quickly sensed your growing frustration and decided to get straight to the point. Namjoon muttered something that sounded like a curse, or a prayer under his breath before he fumbled with the belt of his pants.
You stood there with nothing to say, confused about what he was doing but trusting his motives.
Namjoon undid his leather belt, tossed it onto the hired carpet, and suddenly pulled his pants down to his feet.
You stifled a laugh. What even was his plan at this point?
Namjoon noticed your reaction but chose to ignore it. He was too nervous to even care about your amusement in his unexpected actions.
His black Calvin Klein underwear was then visible, which he quickly pulled down to his feet as well.
“Namjoon, what are you doing?-“
Out sprang his half soft about 8 inch cock, but it wasn't any normal cock, it was robotic like, mixed with metal and human flesh, even having a button on the side to power on. He also had two large metal balls for testicles. You gasped, not able to hide your interest and curiosity.
Namjoon sighed at your wide eye reaction, mistaking it for fear and disgust. The humiliation and embarrassment was clear in his tone as he spoke,
“This…This here, is my Automatic dick. I hate it but I was born this way. As I got older, the doctors said it wouldn't affect my life socially, only if I chose to become sexually active. Hence, the main reason why I wanted to wait until marriage with you…Baby, I'm so sorry.”
Namjoon looked down at the pants and underwear still below him with shame.
He was deeply insecure about who he was and what he was born with. This made your heart break. You really couldn't care less if Namjoon had an abnormal organ or not, you just wanted to be with him.
Plus, you believed riding something like an automatic dick was a blessing. Gives you what you need and is a mixture of a sec toy and human. It was perfect, big and honestly nothing to be ashamed of.
You sighed, your gaze softening to that safe look Namjoon learned to know so well.
“It’s beautiful.”
Those two words were actually what he needed to hear all his life. So simple for a situation so complex.
Namjoon gave a big sigh of relief and slowly started to relax. His shoulders began to slump and no longer tense. His eyes could stay in contact with yours. His vulnerable monolid eyes started to turn into something gentle that grew with their own.
He was starting to realize that he could finally have you, have someone after waiting for so long. Namjoon wasn’t going to let his insecurity get the best of him, especially when you, his wife, accepted him for all of him.
His now, not so soft, 9 inch automatic dick twitched with curiosity at the thought of having you.
You gripped the soft bedsheets as he slowly and carefully inserted his thick cock into your tight hole. You were laid out on the bed with your legs bare open for him.
No lube or foreplay was needed since you were already dripping like a waterfall from the sight of such a girthy, metal beauty.
His huge, veiny hand held both of your wrist over your head, as his large bare body towered over yours, pushing you harder into the comfortable hotel mattress.
Every stretch caused a whimper to release from your lips and this only allowed Namjoon’s metal piece to throb more and grow more.
He started off with fucking you with just his tip. It was already enough to make you cum since the heat of it all was sending you to another dimension, but you remained holding back.
You saw his lower abs naturally flex as he maneuvered his hips to control his slow thrusts. Namjoon also used his rough hand that wasn’t pining your wrist above, to lightly grip your hips as handles.
For an automatic dick, his tip was so warm, and glistened with pre-cum. It was starting to slip in and out so easily despite its size.
Namjoon’s dragon eyes met yours as he finally pushed and settled most of himself into your warmth.
“Mmm yes you feel so good.”
Namjoon then shyly pressed the small “On” button on his left metal testicle, and his automatic dick started vibrating while remaining deep in you.
“Joonie fuck mmm-“
He bit his lip at the sound you gave him. The hand holding your hip then snaked around to gently rub your clit. Your hips unintentionally jerked at the sensation and you cried his name.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet for me.”
He slowly started to gently thrust into and let out a loud whimper at the grip you gave him.
“G-goodness, ah, my love.”
Namjoon cried out, catching his breath as he kept moving, in and out, struggling to keep his composure as he picked up the pace.
The vibrations would increase the more he moaned.
You guys had just started fucking, yet you already felt his hard cock hitting that deep spot that desperately needed to be reachedinside of you.
Namjoon started to give you a faster pace with deeper thrusts and you gasped.
You were so close to the edge it wasn’t even funny. Your legs were starting to shake with the effort of holding back, but there really wasn’t use with his merciless pounds.
His eyes never left your face because he desperately needed to cherish this moment, needing to see every expression, hear every gasp, feel every squirm and throb.
The claps from his balls against your skin were wet, messy and loud, but not loud enough to drown out your earsplitting moans and his soft pants and occasional whimpers.
“Jagiya- mmff! S-so, mmah, close already…” he deeply panted.
Namjoon leaned his body closer, chest to chest with you. His hands let go of your wrist and you moved your hands to grip his bare muscular back, sinking your nails into his skin.
“Mmm, mark me love. I’m all yours.”
His rapid heartbeat and heavy breaths synced perfectly with yours. You could smell his intoxicating, but resinous scent.
That made you somehow closer. Throbbing. Not being able to hold back your release any longer. In a ragged deep voice, Namjoon panted,
“Just let go for me, baby. Fuck, I got you.”
His words of encouragement were the final straw.
You couldn’t help but violently squirt all over him, entire shaking from the impact. His sharp eyes widened at the sight before lifting his body up, gripping your waist and pressing your shaky body further into the now wet mattress as he continued to relentlessly pound into you, now chasing his own release.
Everything about this long awaited moment was perfect; The way his cock would still maintain its’ vibrations while it pounded into your deepest spots. The rhythm he struggled to maintain while whispering sweet encouraging words. The way he could fuck you perfectly through your orgasm as you desperately rode him for what was left.
You almost orgasmed again. The agressive sounds of the creaking bed, the loud slaps of his metal balls, and the feeling of his pulse beating aggressively against your skin.
Your favorite part of all this though, was the way he would moan, deep and yearning, like all his life he has wanted to experience something as close and intimate as this.
He wasn’t afraid to get loud and messy around you, and you loved that.
Then, it happened.
Namjoon finally broke.
He started to quietly cry, salty tears of pleasure streaming down his soft cheeks as he felt you throb around him, still shaky from your previous orgasm.
It was an automatic dick, but he could still feel your every clench, throb and shake from you. He tried to keep his rhythm steady, but he just couldn’t with all the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.
Every-time his thick member slipped out, it was like the perfect kind edge that made your pussy desperately grip for more.
He’s never felt or been in anything like you before. Well of course he hasn’t. All he’s experienced before you was his hand and his pillow at the thought of you.
You would think he would have slowed down after getting emotional, but he only thrusted harder, sharper, like he was angry he was insecure and made you both wait five years to have sex.
Quickly, his balls painfully hardened with the threat to release in you. Your hands shook and nails trailed to his lower back, leaving painful, bruising scratches on his skin.
Then it actually happened.
His legs shook. His grip on your wrists and his grip on your hips grew weak. His pants and moans turned into a pathetic gasp and deep cry. Thick ropes of sticky cum filled the inside of your womb and you could feel the hot substance spread.
Namjoon automatically pulled you close against his large warm chest, grounding body enveloping you completely as he quietly cried into your shoulder, holding onto you like the world would die if he let go.
“Never leave me.” He desperately pleaded with a whisper.
“I won’t. I won’t ever.”
