Payment Plan
Pairing: Drug Dealer NamjoonXFem!Reader
Genera: smut 18+. Heavier themes.
Summary: Reader goes to a her friends dealer to pick up some weed. However, when she finds she left her wallet in her other bag, she had to pay in another way.
This is a work of fiction and the scenario in this fic is only okay in fantasy settings. This fic contains use of drugs and payment for drugs with sex. I do not condone the use of marijuana unless it is legal where you live and if you are of legal age. Please use responsibly. Please only buy from trusted vendors. Do not EVER trade sex for drugs.
Warnings: NSFW. 18+. Drug deal. Marijuana use. Dom! Namjoon and Sub! Reader. Sex while high. Slight dub-con. Oral sex. (M and f.) nipple play. fingering. Multiple orgasms. P in V. Rough sex. Squirting. Dirty talk. Pet names. (Good girl. Baby). Degrading names (slut. Whore.) spanking.
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“Are you sure this is safe?” You mumbled into the receiver of your cell phone to your best friend.
“Yes! Don’t be so dramatic.” She yelled loudly back at you, the loud sounds of the club music behind her.
“But it’s not even at a dispensary or anything. It’s a damn house! You really expect me to just go up to this guys door and just.. ask him to sell me fucking weed?” You run your hand through your hair in stress, sinking deeper into the seat of your car.
“Our dispensary got raided and shut down. Yoongi says this guy is legit. He buys from him all the time. Hey! Stop it-“ she giggled, probably getting teased by some guy who she had buying her drinks.
“Yeah but Yoongi is a guy. I’m all by myself-“
“Hey babes I gotta go.” She giggled again, her voice seeming distant now as it faded into the music in the background. “Just go get your drugs and chill the fuck out for the rest of the night. You’ll be fine.”
“Fine.” You sighed. “Love you.”
“Love you! Bye!”
After the line went dead you sat in silence for a moment, staring at the long walk to the front door before you finally decided it was now or never. You got out of your car and walked up the driveway, rehearsing what you would say in your head before you got to the entrance to make sure it came out right. However, as soon as the door opened before you could even knock, all your words seem to fail you.
“You’ve been sitting outside for 15 minutes. What do you want?” A tall man with a deep voice confronted you. His voice was not angry but definitely suspicious. His towering stature made you freeze where you stood.
“I-uh. I’m sorry. I was on a phone call.” You stuttered, your voice weak and fear very apparent.
“Okay. But, what are you here for.” He asked again. His voice was still flat. Even. His mood a bit unreadable. You couldn’t see his face fully as his porch light was burned out, possibly left unchanged on purpose.
“I’m looking for Namjoon? My friend- I mean, my friends friend named Yoongi has come here before apparently to see him-“ you started to explain a bit too frantically before the man standing before you cut you off with a sigh.
“Come inside.” The man stepped back and into the light, revealing a breathtakingly handsome face that made your brain stop for a solid second before the words he just said register.
“Inside the house?” You said, your voice a slight octave higher than before.
“You want to buy weed right?” He asked, an eyebrow cocked up in confusion.
“Yes but-“
“Then come inside. You’re drawing attention from the neighbors.” He told you with his jaw tight, his voice a bit more rushed. You stepped inside without a second thought, the door closing and locking behind you. “Follow me.”
You followed him through the house and to the living room where there was a rolling tray and pre-rolled joints lined up. On the other side of the table, baggies of dark green nuggets were lined up in rows very obviously by weight. This was where the dealer did his work, weighing everything precisely.
“Take a seat on the couch.” He told you, dipping out of the room and leaving you alone. You sat on the soft cushions and placed your hands in your lap, almost as if you were waiting to be scolded. After a moment, you pulled your skirt down as far as it could go. Suddenly feeling like it was much too short to be where you were. You felt awkward, a bit scared still, but more so eager to just get this whole interaction over with. Soon, the same man appeared again with two bottles of water in his hand and a joint tucked behind his ear. He held out a bottle to you which you took hesitantly.
“How long until Namjoon gets here?” You asked, trying your best to be quiet. The man let out a soft chuckle, his face softening for the first time since you met.
“That would be me.” He said simply, taking a sip of his water while he eyed you cautiously. You felt instant embarrassed, a heat covering her cheeks instantly at the realization.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “You must think I’m an idiot.”
“No. I didn’t really introduce myself.” He shrugged. “But typically, I don’t have to. Customers aren’t normally interested in formalities.”
“Yoongi knew your name. It seems he is interested in formalities with you.” You challenge him only slightly which makes him smirk.
“Yoongi has been a customer for a long time. One of my first. He’s earned that right.”
“And I haven’t? He’s the one who gave me your contact. Shouldn’t that give me some sort of credit?”
“It should.” He admitted. “However, you’re acting as if this is your first drug deal. Have you even smoked weed before?”
“Of course I have.” You laughed. “I just normally go to a shop. You know, something a bit more “formal.” But the one I frequent just got shut down and I had to re-up. So, here I am.”
“Formal but just as illegal.” Namjoon laughs, highly amused. “So, you’re just acting strange because you’re buying from my house?”
You shrug, annoyed that he’s making your rational fear seem so simple.
“I’m not a killer. I won’t hurt you. You want weed and I sell it. Simple as that.”
“And is it normal for you to bring your customers inside the house you sell from?” You press him, your voice thick in annoyance.
“No.” He said flatly. “But, like I said, you had been outside for over 15 minutes and my neighbors are the nosy type. Typically my customers come up, tell me exactly what they want, and get on their way.”
“If your neighbors are nosy why hasn’t your whole operation been blown up yet?”
“I’m quite charming, believe it or not.” He smiled a breathtaking smile, one that would have knocked you off your feet if you were standing up. “And they think I’m selling workout supplements. Pre-workout.”
“I mean, you’re pretty buff. I’d believe it.” You say without thinking which makes him raise his brow.
“Is that so?”
“I’m just.. making an observation. It’s obviously true since that lie has worked out for you this far.” You shrugged, settling down into his couch in embarrassment.
“I only tease.” Namjoon chuckles lightly and raises his hand to take the joint that was tucked behind his ear into his fingers. “Why don’t you share this with me?”
“Oh, uh-“
“I’m still not convinced you smoke, you know.” He smirks. “I’m not here to pressure you. I’m just simply offering.”
You knew you shouldn’t. You were alone with a man you didn’t know. A dealer, no less. In a house you had never been to. The conversation you had with him had been minimal but you still felt no real threat, maybe even a bit disarmed by his inciting looks so, you agreed. He joined you on the couch and brought the joint up to his lips, lighting it and taking the first hit before handing it off to you.
“I was wrong about you, it seems.” He said pleasantly surprised as he watched you take an experienced, long, drag of the pre-roll. You smirked as you exhaled the puff of smoke into the air.
“I tried to tell you. I’m not an amateur.”
“You could have fooled me. It looked as if you were about to run out the front door any second.” Both of you laughed, the effects of the weed starting to set it the more you passed the joint back and forth.
“I’m by myself coming into some strangers house to buy drugs. Men might be able to do that without any worry but women can’t.” You explained to him once more.
“I might be a dealer but I’m no monster. I can control myself, even around beautiful women.” He said which made your stomach flutter and cheeks burn hot. “But, since you did come to buy from me, what exactly are you here for?”
“Oh, right.” You giggle, head a bit fuzzy but not entirely gone. “I need a 1/2 ounce and I’ll take 2 pre-rolls.”
“You got it. I’ll pack it up for you.” He nodded, taking the last hit of the joint and looking extremely sexy doing it. A view that almost made your mouth water.
“Actually, can we make it three pre-rolls so we can smoke one more?” You asked him, feeling a bit brave. Namjoon smiled, nodding and picked up another to light.
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After smoking the second joint, it was fair to say you were properly stoned and so was he. The air in his living room was smokey and thick. Namjoon had neatly packaged your order and now you were rummaging through your bag, looking for your wallet.
“Just one second.” You told him, brows furrowed as you pushed aside all the clutter. Promising yourself you’d clean out all the unnecessary junk the next day.
“No problem.” He mumbled as he sat next to you, tapping his foot in a bit of impatience.
“I swear it’s here. I just had it yesterday-“ you said, suddenly cutting it off as you realized the day before you had put your wallet in your other purse. Your body turned rigid, you suddenly felt cold. “Fuck.”
“It’s $120.” Namjoon said, repeating the total he told you earlier. His voice monotone again, just as it was when you first met at the door. All business. The warmth gone.
“Do you take Apple Pay? Or any.. digital payment?” You asked him softly, your voice so low it was just hardly louder than a whisper. You didn’t look up at him yet, eyes still looking at the empty bottom of your purse.
“Cash only.” He said flatly. Of course it was. All dispensaries were like that too. It was untraceable. Safer. A concept you hoped to still have hold in once you told Namjoon the sad truth.
“I uh, I left my wallet in my other bag.” You said, voice small. “I just need to go home and I’ll be right back-“
“You don’t have the money?” He asked you flatly, no emotion in his voice. Your eyes finally raised to look at him and you found him staring down at you, his tongue pressed into the side of his cheek, his eyebrows raised in shock.
“I do. Just, not with me. I just need to go get it-“
“Do you think I’m fucking stupid or something?” He let out a single laugh, one with no humor behind it whatsoever. “Do you really think I believe you’ll come back after you leave?”
“You have my word. I swear.”
“I don’t even know you. This is our first time meeting, remember?” He scoffed. “You come here, smoke my weed for free, and think you can just leave without paying?”
“Namjoon I swear I didn’t mean to! My wallet is in my other bag. I can pay you I just don’t have the cash-“ You quit speaking, suddenly terrified as Namjoon towered over your body where you sat on the couch.
“You’re going to pay. One way or another.” He said, his voice deep with an underlying tone. You were suddenly very aware of his close proximity, his crotch close to your face which made his underlying statement very clear. It could have just been the weed but, you felt yourself began to throb between your legs at just the thought.
“I can just go get it real quick.” You tried asking one more time. “Please.”
“You’re too high to drive. It’s dangerous.” He smirked, almost mocking you with concern. “You should stay here for a while anyway.”
You felt your mouth go dry and your pulse quicken, your eyes flickering between his crotch that was right in front of you and up to Namjoon’s face. You knew there was not a lot you could do here. Run? He’d catch you. Call the police? You were here to buy drugs, they’d arrest you too. But the most disappointing thing of all was you felt almost excited by his solution, growing damp between your thighs. So much so you could feel the cotton of your panties sticking to the folds of your cunt.
“I thought- I thought you said you weren’t a monster.” You gulped, making him chuckle.
“I’m not.” He sighed. “But I am a business man. A dealer. And I always paid. One way or another.”
Namjoon brought his hand down in front of him and grabbed his now semi-hard cock in his hand. The length that outlined through the fabric of his sweatpants made your eyes widen in both lust and intimidation. Slowly, his hand started to stroke himself. Your eyes were hypnotized as you watched his long slender fingers rub himself over the cotton.
“If you were anybody else, this would have ended differently.” He explained, his voice pulling your eyes away from his cock and back to his. “I don’t take fondly to those who steal from me.”
“I promise I didn’t-“ you start to plea again but he shushes you.
“I know.” He smirks. “I’m your first real dealer. In a dispensary you could have just walked out but here? After smoking my product? There’s lessons to be learned. If you were a guy, you’d be beaten and bloody right now.”
You swallowed hard, a shiver running down your spine at his words. By the sheer size of him you could tell Namjoon could do some real damage to somebody.
“But, lucky for you, you’re a beautiful girl. And I’m interested in a trade.”
“A blow job for two joints?” You scowled yet still remained wet in your underwear.
“Don’t make me sound so crewel.” He said, now using his hand to push his pants and boxers down, revealing himself to you. His large cock bouncing in the air a few times as if to mock you before settling in front of your eyes. He was impressively long as he was thick. A cock perfectly matched to his built body and handsome face. “I’m trying to teach you a valuable lesson. And, by the looks of how you’re squirming in your seat, you’re wanting me to teach it to you.”
“So, what? I have no choice but to suck you off?” You gasped at his accusation, trying to play off the fact he was correct.
“Don’t worry, baby. If you’re good, I’ll make you cum too.”
You bit your bottom lip, failing completely to hide how that statement affected you. Namjoon smirked, taking his cock in his hand and jerking it off slowly.
“Come on baby, time to pay your debt.”
You scooted up to the edge of the couch and placed your hand on his cock, taking over the movements his hand was doing. Namjoon hissed as your soft skin enveloped him, your silk palm and fingers stroking his long length at a slow pace to begin.
“You can do better than that.” Namjoon mumbled, yet his eyelids fluttered shut at your touch. You brought your other hand up beneath him, cupping his balls gently which made him groan and hips buck forward. The hand that stroked him picked up pace, your wrist twisting as it moved up and down, periodically stroking over his swollen head with the pad of your thumb.
“Fuck- I knew you were holding out on me.” Namjoon grunted through his teeth. “Let me feel your mouth, beautiful.”
You did as you were told, looking up at Namjoon as you lowered your lips down onto his swollen tip, enveloping it into your lips and swirling your tongue around it. He groaned deeply, a sound so pornographic you felt yourself clench around nothing, urging you to take him deeper down your throat to hear him make the sound over and over again.
He was too big to take into your throat fully. Whatever you could not fit you covered with your hand, having it follow you as you bobbed up and down against his length as you listened to the satisfied groans above you. Your tongue gliding you up and down against his veined shaft, licking off salty pre-cum that leaked from his head. The flavor had you humming around him in satisfaction, the vibrations driving him crazy and straight towards his climax.
“Fuck- you’re gonna make me cum.” He grunted, his hand moving to the back of your head to lace his fingers in your hair. “Sucking my cock like such a good fucking girl.”
You pressed your thighs together tightly, trying your best to put the fire out that Namjoon’s cock, words, and the weed had set inside of you. Your hands and head moving a bit faster, his hand guiding your head quicker onto him, but never forceful. Soon, he finished in your mouth, his salty release pouring on your tongue like a reward that you swallowed willingly until there was no more. Namjoon grunted and gasped, hips twitching and bucking as you got every last drop of him.
“Shit! Fuck- okay.” He hissed, pulling you off of him gently, smoothing your hair “God, that was.. fuck that was good.”
“Is my debt paid?” You asked, your voice slightly hoarse.
“Yes.” He nodded. “But please, let me return the favor.”
Before you could make up your mind if you wanted that, Namjoon kneeled in front of you. The sight itself of him before you made the decision easy for you to settle on. He placed his hands on your thighs and gently parted them, your skirt falling open and revealing your soaked cotton panties that clung to every fold of your soaked cunt. The white fabric practically see-through now.
“Fuck. Are you sure you didn’t come with the intention to pay me in this way?” He practically whined, running his long fingers over the damp fabric. The sensation had your thighs raising off the cushions and your lip pulled between your teeth as you stifled a moan.
“I didn’t.” You gasped softly as he continued to run his fingertips up and down your contours. “But I’m starting to think it was a happy accident.”
“Me too.” He smirked. Then, to your surprise, he moved both his hands to the neckline of your top and pulled it down in an aggressive yank, exposing both your breasts. They poured out in front of him, the neckline of your shirt and padding of your bra beneath pushing them up nicely in front of them. Your hard nipples on full display, hardening instantly from the rush of cool air.
“A beautiful thing, aren’t you?” He mumbled mainly to himself, reaching up to take hold of your breasts, one in each hand. His grasp was warm but his hands slightly rough and calloused. He massaged your soft skin slowly, brushing his thumb across the very tip of your nipples, as he peeked up at you to watch you take shallow breaths as the pleasure spread down your body and to your core. The sensation feeling ten times what it would if you were sober.
Namjoon brought his mouth up to your right breast, taking your hard tip into his mouth and suckled on it gently. His tongue flicking over the tip in teasing laps. Your other nipple was being tweaked by his fingers. Fingertips and nails scraping over the sensitive peak in a way you’ve never experienced before. The sensations from both types of stimulation making you squirm while moans spilled from your parted lips. Down below you could feel your cunt pulsate, your clit throbbing and swelling up so much you swear you could cum with a single touch. Namjoon knew it too.
“I could probably make you cum like this.” He told you after popping his lips off your now-puffy and swollen bud. You didn’t argue with him, knowing he was right. All you could do was roll your hips into nothing and relish in his touch. “The weed will do that to do. Heighten every sense. Every touch. I bet you’re dying to cum.”
“Yes.” You whimpered, looking at him with pleading eyes as his fingers continued to play with your nipples. “Please.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make you cum.” He practically purred with his deep voice. “But not like this.”
He sat upright, this time dragging his hands down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your skirt and panties before shimmying them off of you. You lifted your hips to assist him and soon you were naked from the waist down in front of this near stranger. And you were dripping as he kneeled in front of you, gawking at your glistening folds.
“I’m going to make you cum on my tongue. Twice if you’re good.” He told you, licking his lips in hunger. “Do you think you’ll be good for me?”
Your voice was caught in your throat so you simply nodded, maybe a bit more eagerly than you should have. It made Namjoon almost giggle.
“That’s what I like to hear. Now, be a good girl for me and put those knees on my shoulders, yeah?”
You gently placed your legs on either side of his shoulders which he grabbed not as gently, using them to drag you to the very edge of the couch. You yelped in surprise which he enjoyed, chuckling darkly as he placed wet kisses on the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. His lips kept getting higher and higher and kisses turned into soft nips of his teeth, ones that had you lifting your ass off the furniture beneath you.
Finally, his face hovered right over your sex. He paused briefly to meet your gaze, to make sure you were watching him. And once he was sure you were, he gave you a devilish smile before diving his face down into your soaking cunt.
Namjoon’s tongue made contact with you first. He laid his heavy muscle flat against your sex and dragged it towards through your folds until it landed on your swollen clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, before dragging it back down again to repeat the same path. You let out small gasps of pleasure, absentmindedly grinding your cunt against his tongue for more stimulation.
“Riding my face already? I’ve only just started.” He teased you when he came up for air, his lips listening in your arousal.
“I’m sorry. It just feels so fucking good.” You moaned, rolling your hips up into nothing as you hoped to meet his mouth once again.
“Don’t apologize.” He laughed softly. “So polite for a girl who came here empty handed.”
Namjoon placed his mouth back against you. This time, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking on it while his tongue lapped against the suctioned nerve for an intense surge of pleasure. Your back arched off the couch and you moaned loudly from the sudden change of intensity, your thighs tightening around his head like a vice as he continued.
“Fuck! Namjoon-“ you grabbed onto his hair roughly and then ripped your hand away, afraid you had crossed a line. However, his hand found yours and brought it back to the top of his head, urging you to pull at his locks. Your eyes grew wide as you stared down at him devouring you, his mouth slurping up every drop of arousal that continued to drip out of you. The sounds so loud and messy that, if you were entirely consumed by the pleasure he was giving, you may be embarrassed by them.
“You’re so fucking sweet.” He pulls off of your clit with a ‘pop’ of his lips to tell you, your wetness dripping from his chin. “Let’s see how well you take my fingers hmm?”
“Fuck, I think I’ll- oh shit!” His mouth was on your clit again, his tongue ravaging it like a starved man when you felt the tips of two fingers start to circle your entrance. You whimpered pathetically as they teased and prodded you, not yet entering inside. As Namjoon continued to lick your pussy you felt your orgasm begin to build, especially quickly now that his fingers brushed against your hole, teasing to fill you. He could feel you clenching around nothing as you silently begged for his fingers to be pushed inside. But, he wanted you to beg him with your words.
“Tell me what you want.” He whispered against your sex, licking your clit once after his sentence was done to watch you whimper. You felt shy, shaking your head but trying your best to pull his back to your pussy. But he remained still and unmoving, sliding his fingers away from your throbbing hole while you whined in protest. “If you want to be filled then you better beg.”
“Please.” You gasped, your voice coming out in a tone so sultry you yourself didn’t recognize it. “Please put your finger inside of me. Make me cum around them.”
“Fuck.” Namjoon’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head hearing your words, his cock growing rock hard again under him. You felt his fingers drag their way back to your entrance where they were before. “Since you asked so nicely, pretty girl. You’ll get anything you want.”
It all happened so quickly due to how worked up and high you were. With his tongue back on your clit and his fingers finally pressed inside of you, you came hard around his two digits without him even having to move them. With your head thrown back and thighs pressed against Namioon’s ears in a vice, you came around his fingers and on his tongue while you screamed his name. He hummed while he licked up every drop of your orgasm, never ceasing even as he struggled to breathe from the hold your thighs had around him. He loved every second and wanted to push you even further, remembering his promise of a second orgasm.
You finally started to settle from your climax, becoming a bit sensitive under his tongue as he continued to lick you. You tried to push his head away but he fought against your protests. His hand securing itself to your hip while his other remained inside of you.
“Namjoon, it’s too much. I just came-“ you gasped, getting cut off as you suddenly felt the fingers inside of you start to move inside your sensitive walls. Your mouth hung open in a silent cry and your head fell back against the cushions as you fell captive to his pleasure, giving yourself to him as he worked your pussy again. His fingers dragging out sounds of sloppy wetness that could make anyone blush.
“That’s it. Give me another one.” He cooed at you, moving his wrist faster, pulling his fingers in and out at a quicker and quicker pace. The pleasure was white-hot and had your cheeks and lips trembling. You could form no words, only soft gasps escaped in their place. And then, with the curve of his fingertips into your g-spot, you came a second time.
“Fuuuck. What a good fucking girl.” He cooed at you while he watched you convulse, your walls pulsating around his fingers while you creamed around them. When you were finished and clenching no more, he pulled them out of you and licked them clean. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen.
“I should go into debt with you more often.” You said with a bit of a gasp still behind your words as you struggled to recover. Namjoon smirked and helped you lift your legs off his shoulders to finally free him before standing up in front of you. It was then you saw his cock was hard again. You bit your lip and looked up at him and found him looking at you with a mischievous look in his eye.
“The blowjob bought you the two blunts you smoked with me.” He told you. “But, I know you came for more than just a smoke sesh.”
You smirked, knowing exactly where he was going with this. You sat up straight on the couch and took off your shirt you still had partly on, leaving you fully naked in front of him to let you know your mind was in the same place. He smiled back at you and started to undress himself as well while keeping eye contact, dropping each article of clothing one by one until he was naked himself.
Namjoon was built like a god. His chest was built and chiseled and his thighs were thick and muscular, built to lift and carry. No wonder he fronted as somebody who sold workout supplements. You stood up and walked closer to him, running your hands over his toned chest. He shuttered under your touch. He was practically perfect in every physical way. And you wanted him to ruin you.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked you hesitantly, eyebrow raised as he studied your reaction.
“Now you’re suddenly worried about being polite?” You asked him in amusement.
“I’m complicated.” He mumbled with a hint of a smile on his lips before he roughly pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was not romantic in the slightest. It was hungry and passionate, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth and finding yours while his fingers found their way to your hair to hold you in place. You moaned deeply into his mouth as you found your pace that matched his. Both of your hands roamed around each others bodies gripping at each other like feral animals, teeth pulling at each others lips and nipping at necks until finally Namjoon couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Let me fuck you.” He growled against your neck, his teeth grazing you and making your shiver.
“How do you want me?” You asked him, ready to obey.
“I want to take you from behind.” He told you. With a swift spin of your body, he turned you around to face the couch but walked you around to the side. “Grab onto the arm.”
You bent over and held onto the upholstered fabric of the couch and felt Namjoon’s hand bending you down even further, his hand pressing down between your shoulder blades and his other hand at your hip to hold you in place. He placed a foot between yours and used it to spread you wide and then took a step back to take in the view in front of him.
“God, you’re worth every fucking penny I’m not getting in my pocket today.” He groaned and slid a condom onto his thick cock before lining himself up with your entrance. You could feel his mushroom tip pressing against you and you braced yourself for his girth, knowing he would stretch you wide. And as he dug his fingers into your hips and slowly pushed himself into you inch by inch you couldn’t help but let out a wanton moan as your cunt swallowed him up to his balls.
“You’re going to take my cock like a good girl, right?” Namjoon’s strangled voice asked you as he nestled inside of you, waiting for you to get used to his size.
“Yes. Like a good girl.” You whimpered, already feeling like you were going to pieces. You pushed yourself back onto him eagerly, wanting him to move. Your actions were met with a spank on your ass which made you yelp out in both pleasure and pain.
“I thought you said you’d be a good girl?” He chuckled, one of his hands clamping down on the back of your neck to hold you in place against his cock. “But it looks like you want to be fucked like a slut this time. I can do that too, you know. Do you want to be fucked like a slut?”
“Yes! Yes, please.” You whimpered pathetically. “I want it rough.”
“Oh, baby.” He chuckled. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Namjoon started to pound you from behind. His hand on your hip and neck pulling you back onto his thick cock ruthlessly as you cried out his name. His balls slapped against the front of your cunt, hitting your clit with just enough impact that it shot electricity up your spine. As he fucked you, your nipples brushed against the fabric of the couch. Every pleasure center in your body felt like it was on fire.
“Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like this?” Namjoon grunted through his teeth while he let another slap go down against your asscheek.
“Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Held onto the couch tighter as you felt yourself begin to rush toward your orgasm, clenching down hard around Namjoon’s cock which he could feel too. Taking his hand from your hip, he dragged it down in front of your body and between your thighs to your clit and began to rub you there while he pounded you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your mouth went slack, a silent cry coming out where his name should be.
“Come on baby. Cum on my cock like a good little whore. Give it to me.” He coaxed you, pounding you even harder until you finally broke. Your orgasm gushing out of you and onto his cock and floor. He pulled out of you in shock and watched as you continued to squirt as aftershocks of your orgasm hit you, your thighs shaking as you continued to cum.
“Fuck, you’re like a fucking dream.” He laughed only once in complete disbelief. Then walked towards you to help you stand and turn to face him. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” You panted, your head spinning from your sexual high.
“Good. Because I need to see that again and I need to cum too.” He smiled darkly and lifted you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso instinctively.
“Namjoon please, I can’t.” You begged him. “I’m so tired-“ He cut you off by pressing your bare back against the wall and his lips to yours. You kissed him back without any hesitation, but wary of your ability to continue.
“Don’t worry, baby.” He told you when he finally broke the kiss. He shifted his grip around you where his arms were holding you under your thighs, and lifted you up and back down onto his waiting cock. You gasped loudly into his mouth which he swallowed in a kiss before breaking it once more. “I’ll do all the work. You just have to enjoy it.”
He used his strong arms to lift you up and down onto his cock, your back resting against the wall of his living room. Both of you panting and gasping for air, kissing and swallowing moans as he bounced you on his cock with his impressive strength. Your cunt, used and sensitive, clenching around him and milking him until he was at his brink.
“You’re so tight. Your pussy is going to make me fucking cum.” He groaned in your ear as he pressed you up harder against the wall, rutting into you with a now uneven thrust. His pace getting quicker and more rough as he got closer.
“Take what’s yours. Take what I owe you.” You whimpered to him simply but your voice shaking as you felt another orgasm building for yourself, the feeling getting stronger each time he lifted you with his arms and dropped you down onto his cock. Finally, with one brutal drop down onto him, you released another gush of liquid onto him with a scream as you squirted onto his cock while you gripped tightly to his shoulders.
“Oh fuck-“ He shuttered and released into the condom, your orgasm sending him over the edge. He pressed you up against the wall and that’s where you both stayed for a while, both panting in each other’s ears as you caught your breath, until he grew soft inside of you.
“You’re going to put me out of business.” He told you after he had placed you on your feet and both of you had redressed. Your order was now in your purse, not necessarily free of charge but, yours.
“So, you’re saying I’m not banned from your establishment?” You joked and he laughed.
“No. I would say not. Not yet at least.”
“Well, next time I promise I’ll have money. Cash.” You tell him confidently, shaking your head again at your rookie mistake but also still a bit glad you made it. Namjoon walked up to you and gently took your chin in his hand, lifting it up so you’d look at him. Your breath caught in your throat immediately.
“Baby, if we fuck like that every time you come over here, you’ll never have to pay me for anything as long as you’re my customer.” He told you with a serious tone.
“Hmm.” You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him with false innocence. “Is that so?”
“Mhm.” He nodded. “How does that sound?”
“Deal.” You smirked, pulling away from him and turning around to leave. However, not before grabbing another pre-roll and sticking it behind your ear. Namjoon raised his brow, ready to question you but you spoke before he could.
“Put it on my tab.” You smirked and headed for the door. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
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Ngl I had so much fun writing this. I love stoner fics and to mix in a bit of a darker theme to this made it *chefs kiss*. I really hope you guys liked it too.
