Hot, Passionate love making with Namjoonâ€ïžđ„”
Namjoonâs confident voice comes from over your shoulder, and you can feel his gaze on you. Your eyes meet his in the mirror, and the heat coming off of him is tangible. He crosses the short divide and stands behind you, hands on your shoulders as you both admire the new necklace around your throat.
âI love it, itâs perfect.â
You turn your head and lean to place a light kiss on his knuckles, making him groan and shift his stance. His large right hand creeps to your throat, laying to rest loosely clasped around you and your gift. Namjoonâs hand flexes, but you canât tell if itâs involuntary, or a threat of whatâs to come.
âMmm thatâs good baby girl, I knew youâd like it.â
His other hand moves from your shoulder and falls along your spine, raising goosebumps all over your body and sending your senses into overdrive.
âWhy donât you show me your appreciation?â
The soft and assured lilt is gone, his voice is now marked with almost a growl and his hand tightens momentarily around your neck before releasing you. He backs away slowly to your bed, climbing in and seating himself against the headboard. You remain in the seat before the mirror, drinking in the sight of him in his unbuttoned shirt and rolled up sleeves, lounging like he owns the place. A sigh from him breaks your reverie.
âYou look so perfect with my name around your neck.â
Namjoonâs eyes are heavy lidded as he observes you standing, then pulling your shirt over your head. You watch his chest rise and fall, see it hitch when your shorts come off too. As you may your way to the bed he leans forward to meet you, strong arms pulling you on top of him and clasping you to his chest. You feel secure, protected, rather than crushed.
âOf course, I belong to you.â
Itâs something heâs never heard you say, and itâs almost alarming how the statement causes his heart to race, his cock to swell. His hand cups your face, and youâre staring into the dark pools of his eyes once again.
Namjoon whispers as he leans in to kiss your forehead, causing butterflies in your stomach.
He says as his lips brush a line from your cheek to your earlobe, sending electricity through every limb of your body.
He breathes before his lips finally descend on yours. Feeling his plush lips on you makes you moan and press yourself against him, and Namjoon tightens his grip on you. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tasting you, moaning when your hands clutch at his shirt.
You whine against him and he smirks, sitting back so he can oblige you. His shirt is thrown to the side then heâs pulling you in again, this time much more desperate. Namjoon turns so youâre underneath him, his frame towering above you. His fingers interlock with yours and he presses your hands against the bed to hold you in place as his lips claim your neck, your chest, any bit of exposed skin he can reach. Each kiss only feeds your hunger, every time he gently presses one to you you find yourself begging him for more.
âCareful, baby girl, might get more than you wished for.â
Namjoon says with a nip to your collarbone. He releases your hands and strips himself of his pants. Your eyes excitedly follow as his cock springs free, so red and pretty, a pearl of precum on the tip. Youâre about to lean forward to taste it when he stops you.
âNot tonight. Tonight I want to make you feel good, baby.â
His love filled eyes crinkle with his smile at your little pout. Namjoon knows how much you love him throbbing in your mouth, but right now he just want to be inside you, to join with you.
One long finger finds your pussy, dragging through your already soaked folds and Namjoon canât help groaning aloud. He curses when you lift your hips to chase his touch, and hurriedly places himself at your entrance. Before he thrusts in, Namjoon pulls you in for a long, lingering kiss. While youâre moaning against his lips he finally slides into you, feels your walls surrounding him.
âGod, youâre always so tight, love this little pussy of yours.â
He pushes the words through his teeth as he begins his thrusts, slow and purposeful, and you half whisper half moan his name at the feeling of him fucking you.
âJoonie, please, need you, need your cock,â
Your hands are practically clawing at his back, trying to get him even deeper in you, though heâs already bottomed out.
âI know baby girl, just let me take care of you.â
He grunts and his hand wraps around your throat, not quite choking but rather possessing you.
âYou said you belong to me, right?â
When you donât answer fast enough his grip gets tighter and thrusts faster, and your cry is muffled by the pressure on your throat.
Namjoon releases you, his hands instead digging into your hips. Youâre sure that in the morning youâll find little dark petals decorating them, another gift.
âY-yes, daddy, I do, I belong to you.â
You can feel his cock twitch inside you at your words and he stops for a second to lock eyes with you. Namjoon lowers his forehead to press yours, and he closes his eyes as he begins to fuck you again.
âThatâs my good girl.â