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summary: secluded river, sun on cracked earth, and namjoon’s raw need pounding into you without restraint.
genre: post-apocalyptic au | smut (MINORS DNI !!) | non-idol au
warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, dirty talk, slight degradation, dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, size kink, breed kink, fingering, oral sex (m! receiving), dry humping, multiple orgasms, river sex, mentions of brief violence and blood.
pairings: namjoon x female! reader [other members mentioned, all platonic]
word count: 4.9k
a/n: for those who saw my purple rain masterpost & sneak peek... update... well, i texted him 🤡
also, yes, the title is in honor of BTS' 'arirang' album, there's no ship, but there's water involved... so yeah. anyways, STREAM ARIRANG AND SWIM MV !!
masterlist | drabble masterpost
You trudge through the cracked, sun-baked earth, the weight of your scavenged pack digging into your shoulders like an old friend turned enemy. The world ended three years ago—some virus, some war, who the fuck cares anymore?—and what's left is this: endless horizons of dust and ruin, dotted with skeletal cities and the occasional pack of feral dogs that scatter at the sight of your group. Eight of you, bound by survival, not sentiment. You're the only woman, and they've made damn sure you know you're family, platonic as brothers, but Namjoon? He's different. He's yours.
Namjoon walked at the front, his broad shoulders cutting a path through the underbrush. At 6'1" and built like a goddamn tank from years of hauling supplies and throwing punches.
His dark hair's grown out, tousled and sweaty under the bandana he ties back during fights. Those fights. Everyone knows the stories. Last month, in that derelict mall, some raider scum from a rival camp got too handsy, leering at you while you rifled through canned goods. Namjoon didn't say a word. Just stepped between, grabbed the guy's throat, and slammed him into a wall of shattered glass. Fists flew, blood sprayed—raider's nose caved, jaw unhinged. The others backed off quick, muttering about the "big bastard from the highway crew."
Or that raider pack two camps back, when they'd cornered you during a supply run. Namjoon had waded in, fists and a makeshift bat flying, blood spraying as he shielded you behind him. "Touch her again," he'd growled to the last one standing, "and I'll bury what's left of you." He'd kiss your knuckles, whisper how you'd make it through together. But cross him where you were concerned? No one fucked with him. Especially not when it comes to you.
The group respects it. Taehyung jokes about it sometimes—"Hyung's got that bear energy, don't poke"—but there's no jealousy, just gratitude.
Jungkook scouts ahead, always sharing his extra protein bars with you. Jimin patches wounds, his gentle hands steady on your scrapes. Hoseok keeps morale up with dumb songs around the fire. Yoongi rations ammo like a miser, but slips you the best knife. Seokjin cooks what little you scavenge, insisting you eat first.
They're good men, forged in the same hell, but Namjoon's your shield. Protective, not possessive—his hand on your lower back when camps get sketchy, eyes scanning horizons for threats, pulling you close at night under threadbare blankets. "Can't lose you, baby," he murmurs, voice low and rumbling, lips brushing your temple. Loving. Fierce.
Days on the road without a proper wash have everyone reeking—sweat-soaked clothes stiff with grime, skin caked in dust that feels like sandpaper. You've hit a miracle: a secluded river bend, hidden by overgrown willows and boulders, water clear enough to drink after boiling. The group's claim is undisputed; Namjoon's glare alone scatters a couple of stragglers who wandered too close earlier. "Ours," he growled, stepping forward, and they bolted.
Bathing rotation starts immediate. Jungkook strips first, modest as ever, splashing in upstream. "Don't look, noona!" he calls playfully, but you laugh it off, turning away.
Jimin and Taehyung go next, wrestling like kids before dunking each other. Hoseok hums tunes, soaping with scavenged lye bars that sting but clean. Yoongi and Jin are quick, efficient. Namjoon saves himself for near-last, stripping down by a rock—god, that body. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, abs etched like ridges of stone, that thick cock hanging heavy between powerful thighs even soft. You catch a glimpse before he wades in, water lapping at his hips. He glances back, winks—just for you—before diving under.
Your turn last. Protocol, since you're the only girl. "Take your time, Y/N," Jimin says, wrapping a towel around his waist. "We'll guard the perimeter." Namjoon nods, pulling on fresh(ish) pants from the stash—faded sweats that hug his bulge. "Yell if you need anything," he says, voice soft but edged with that protective gravel. His eyes linger, dark and hungry under the circumstances, but he turns away with the others, heading to set up camp fifty yards upstream.
You sigh, muscles aching as you shrug off your pack. The air's thick with humidity, river murmuring soft over smooth stones. Willows droop overhead, filtering late sun into golden shards on the water. You peel away layers—filthy tank top crusted with salt, sports bra chafed raw against your nipples, cargo shorts stiff with sweat, panties that cling damply to your folds from days of friction and unspoken need.
Naked at last, skin prickling in the breeze, you step into the shallows. Cool water shocks your calves, thighs, then laps at your pussy as you sink deeper, waist-high now. You cup handfuls, scrubbing grime from arms, neck, breasts—your pebbled nipples tightening in the chill. Soap lathers between your fingers as you wash your ass, dipping lower to cleanse the sticky heat between your legs. Days without Namjoon properly inside you have left you aching, clit swollen just from the rush of water teasing it.
Unseen in the dappled shadows of the willow thicket, Namjoon rummages through the clean clothes stash—a rare, godsend find from an abandoned aid drop tucked away in the ruins. Soft cotton panties that would hug your hips just right, a tank top to cling to your curves, loose pants for comfort in this brutal world. He straightens up, the bag clutched in one massive hand, and heads back toward the river, his boots sinking silently into the mossy earth.
The willow branches part with a whisper as he pushes through the natural screen, and there you are: your back to him, the cool water lapping at your hips, arms raised high as you tilt your head back to rinse the shampoo from your hair. Rivulets cascade down your spine, tracing the dip of your waist before pooling at the swell of your ass. Those plump cheeks curve perfectly above the surface, parted just enough by your wide stance to reveal the pink, puffy lips of your pussy peeking through the clear flow. Your tits sway gently with each motion, nipples hardened into dark, tight peaks from the chill.
His cock twitches violently in his sweatpants, thickening instantly against the confining fabric. "Fuck," he breathes out, the word barely a whisper lost to the river's murmur.
He doesn't call out to you. Instead, he drops the bag softly on the grassy bank, his hands already moving to his waistband. Sweats and boxers shoved down in one urgent motion, his cock springs free—heavy and half-hard, the veiny shaft curving upward thick as your wrist, the flared head flushed and already leaking a fat, glistening bead of precum.
His balls hang heavy below, drawn up tight with need. He wraps one rough, callused hand around the base, stroking slow and deliberate—fist pumping from root to tip, his thumb smearing that sticky pre over the sensitive slit. His eyes are locked on your ass as you bend slightly to scrub your calves, the cheeks jiggling softly, and he imagines burying himself balls-deep in that tight, welcoming cunt.
His breath hitches, quiet groans suppressed in his throat. Another stroke, firmer this time, and his cock throbs in his palm, fully erect now—nine inches of girthy, veined menace pulsing with every heartbeat.
He wades into the river silently, the water barely rippling around his muscular thighs as he closes the distance. You're humming a soft, absent tune, eyes closed in bliss as you rinse the last of the soap.
Then his chest presses hot and solid against your back—sudden, overwhelming heat in the cool water. His massive hands slide around your waist, palms rough from months of survival calluses, gripping your hips before surging upward to grope your tits. Thick fingers sink deep into the soft, yielding flesh, thumbs flicking over your nipples until they pebble even harder under his touch.
You gasp sharply, jolting against him—"Namj—!"—but the words die on your lips as his mouth latches onto your shoulder, sucking a wet, possessive mark into your skin. His cock nestles heavy between your ass cheeks, grinding lazy circles already, the hot, velvety skin sliding against yours.
"Shh, babygirl," he rumbles low right in your ear, his voice wrecked and husky with raw lust. "Look at you... my filthy little princess, all naked and dripping wet for me in this dirty fucking world."
One hand kneads your tit roughly, fingers pinching and rolling the nipple until it throbs with a sweet ache, while the other dips low between your thighs—fingers tracing the slick folds of your pussy from behind.
You're soaked, not just from the river; your arousal coats his fingertips instantly, hot and sticky. "Fuck—this greedy little cunt looks like it's aching for my touch."
"N-Namjoon!" You whine high and needy, arching your back instinctively, pressing your ass harder into the rigid heat of his grinding cock. The surprise melts away in seconds, replaced by the explosion of pent-up need from days without his touch. His fingers part your lips bluntly, the middle digit circling your swollen clit in slow, torturous drags that make your hips twitch.
"That's right, moan for me, baby," he groans deeply, his breath scorching your neck as his hips roll forward, humping your cheeks with lazy insistence—his cock sliding slick through the tight cleft, heavy balls dragging along your skin
"Those boys out there? They love you, yeah, but they don't own this." His finger plunges in suddenly, knuckle-deep into your clenching heat, the stretch making you whimper. "This tight, sloppy pussy? It's all mine. Say it for me—tell me who you belong to."
You whimper even higher, your walls fluttering greedily around that single thick finger. "Y-yours! All yours, Joonie... only yours!"
He growls low in approval, the sound vibrating through his chest into your back. "Good girl…Listen to how you suck me right in... God, you're absolutely gushing for me."
His palm slaps lightly against your mound as he curls that digit, pressing ruthlessly against your spongy g-spot. The water splashes with each pump, your creamy juices mixing cloudy around his hand.
Then he adds a second finger— the burn of the stretch is sweet fire, his digits scissoring wide to open you up. "Yeah, that's it, baby. Feel how full you're getting? My perfect princess, creaming all over my fingers."
"Oh god, Joonie—yes!" Your voice cracks, knees threatening to buckle as he starts thrusting them in and out, the wet squelch echoing obscenely over the river's flow. His cock grinds harder against your ass, the thick shaft rutting through your cheeks, tip leaking pre that mixes with the water trickling down.
He jackhammers them faster, gritty and relentless, knuckles grinding against your inner walls. "Take it, baby. Gotta stretch that tiny hole wide for my cock later. You know it aches for it—been waiting to pump you so full of my cum you leak me for days."
You cry out sharply, your body trembling as the pressure builds viciously in your belly. "O-oh fuck, it's too much!" Your hips buck back, chasing the filthy squelch of his hand reaming you open, ass clenching around the veiny length humping between your cheeks.
"Lies, this greedy pussy was made for my fist," he moans loud now, his voice turning gravelly and breathy as he sucks your earlobe into his mouth, teeth grazing.
His free arm bands around your waist like steel, holding you pinned flush to his heaving chest as he fucks his fingers deeper, twisting and curling them mercilessly against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. The water churns around your thighs from the force, splashes hitting your skin with every pump.
His cock humps frantic now, veins pulsing hot against your ass crack, balls slapping wetly as pre smears sticky trails down your cheeks.
"Joonie—please, I'm gonna—" Your whines turn desperate, tits bouncing with each rough thrust of his hand.
He groans deep and throaty, chest rumbling against your back. "Fuck yes, let me feel you quake all over."
His hips snap forward harder, cock rutting like a man possessed between your cheeks—the flared head catching teasingly at your stretched entrance now and then.
"Gonna make you cum so hard, baby. Milk these fingers dry, show me how much this pussy needs its owner." He pinches your nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to send jolts straight to your clit, while his hand in your pussy turns savage—fingers pistoning in and out with squelching fury, torturous bursts.
The coil in your belly snaps like a taut wire. You scream his name, body convulsing as your pussy clamps down vice-tight around his three fingers— a gush of hot release floods his palm, churning the river water white and foamy with your squirt. Your thighs quake uncontrollably, ass clenching hard on his grinding cock, milking the air from his lungs. "Joonie! Cumming—oh god!"
"Fuuuck yes—" He snarls in triumph, his own moan turning frantic and breathy as he chases his edge, hips humping desperately against your ass like a dog in rut. His cock throbs wildly between your cheeks, tip nudging your spasming hole, pre leaking in sticky rivulets.
He doesn't let up on your orgasm, fingers fucking through the waves mercilessly, prolonging the bliss until you're sobbing, overstimulated nerves firing wildly under his thumb.
His groans pitch higher, whiny now—"Yeah, keep clenching like that—your ass on my cock feels too fucking good."
As the aftershocks ripple through you, fading into trembles, you twist suddenly in his arms—water swirling around your bodies—and face him. His dark eyes burn with feral lust, lips parted on heavy, panting breaths, chest heaving.
You crash your mouths together in a heated, sloppy clash—tongues tangling immediately, wet and desperate. He tastes like fresh river mint and salty sweat, groaning deep and ragged into your mouth as you suck on his tongue, filthy and possessive.
His massive hands roam insatiable over your body: one cups the globe of your ass, fingers digging bruises into the flesh; the other palms your tit heavily, thumb strumming the abused nipple; then they slide down your sides, tracing the flare of your ribs, gripping your hips to yank you flush against him.
Your tits mash into his hard chest, nipples dragging through the wet hair there, sending sparks down your spine. His cock traps hot and throbbing between your bellies, smearing fresh pre across your skin as you both grind instinctively.
"Mmmph," he moans breathlessly against your lips, tongue spearing deep into your mouth, fucking it in mimicry of what's to come. You whimper back into him, your clit grinding against the ridged flex of his abs, the friction making you whine louder.
Your hand dives down bold and greedy, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock— the girth overflows your fist completely, hot and pulsing. You stroke him firm and twisting, wrist flicking on every upstroke, thumb pressing into the bulging vein along the underside.
He bucks hard into your grip, a broken groan vibrating straight down your throat—"Fuuuuck, princess, just like that—your hand feels so perfect."
You break the kiss just enough, lips trailing fire down his jaw to latch onto his neck—tongue licking the salty skin, teeth grazing right under his ear, his ultimate weak spot.
He shudders violently, knees nearly buckling in the water, a whiny moan tearing from his chest. "Shit—baby, right there, don't fucking stop."
You don't. Your fist pumps faster, pre slicking the glides into obscene wet sounds, while you suck harder at that spot—a purple mark blooming under your mouth. His head falls back, exposing more throat, moan ripping raw and desperate—"Goddamn, you're gonna make me bust all over you right now—fuck, feels good…"
Before he completely unravels, you sink lower—the water now lapping at your tits. Your hands trail his chest: palms dragging over flexing pecs, fingers dancing down the clenched ridges of his abs.
You kneel in the shallow riverbed, face level with that monster cock—flared head weeping thickly, shaft veined and angry red, balls taut and musky with his scent. Your mouth waters instantly. You lean in, tongue flattening to lap at the slit—salty, tart pre bursting over your taste buds.
Your eyes lock up at his, wide and hooded now with pure hunger. "Princess... oh fuck, suck my cock—please," he begs breathily, hands fisting your wet hair gently, cradling rather than pulling.
You stretch your lips wide around the head, cheeks hollowing with suction as your tongue swirls the frenulum. You inch down slow, jaw aching from the sheer girth, saliva already dripping down your chin to mix with the river. Halfway in, your throat relaxes—gag reflex beaten from countless past nights. You bob shallow at first, slurping noisily, hand stroking the base in sloppy twists.
Namjoon loses every shred of composure. "Holy fucking shit. S-so warm, so goddamn tight around me."
A deep, rolling groan escapes him as you hum around his meat, the vibration making his thighs quake. "Yeah, moan on my fat cock like that—"
You hollow your cheeks harder, sucking like your life depends on it, free hand cupping his heavy balls—rolling the taut sacks, tugging lightly to pull more desperate whines from him.
He bucks shallow into your mouth, hips twitching instinctively. "Look at you, my sweet girl—slobbering on my huge dick like it's your favorite treat. Those pretty lips stretched so wide just for me..."
You pop off with a gasp, tongue lashing the underside veins relentlessly before sucking one ball into your mouth, humming deep. He groans louder, knees wobbling as his fist tightens in your hair. "Baby—fuck—gonna lose it!"
Back to the head you go, taking him as deep as possible—nose brushing his damp pubes. Your throat convulses around him, wet gags bubbling up as tears stream down your cheeks, but you push through, determined.
He snaps then—hips punching forward gradually, fucking your mouth in measured thrusts. "Nghh, good girl—throat-fuck yourself on muy cock, yeah just like that."
Saliva ropes from your chin to your bouncing tits, gluck-gluck-gluck echoing through the woods like filthy music.
And just as he approaches his high, he stops abruptly. Water cascades off your bodies in shimmering sheets as Namjoon pulls you upright, your slick skin sliding against his massive frame. You're chest-to-chest now, heart hammering against his broad pecs, the river lapping at your thighs like a hungry thing.
"No—not yet, fuck. I wanna breed that perfect pussy first. Need to cum deep inside my girl, fill you up proper." His hands—those enormous, veined paws—grip your hips with a gentle but unyielding firmness, spinning you around so your back presses flush to his front.
He yanks you tight against him, your ass cheeks cradling the thick, throbbing length of his cock as it slots hot and heavy between them, the veiny shaft pulsing against your crack like it's got a heartbeat of its own.
One arm bands across your waist, locking you in place, his bicep flexing hard against your ribs; the other hand fists the base of your wet hair—not a brutal yank, but a firm cradle of your scalp, tilting your head back as he bends you forward just enough to arch your spine into the perfect curve.
"Spread 'em for me, babygirl," he rasps into your ear, voice already husky and wrecked, like the mere sight of you has him unraveling. His free hand slides down, parting your thighs with insistent fingers, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool river air.
You feel the blunt pressure of his cockhead nudging your hole—fat and insistent, kissing your entrance before he thrusts forward in one smooth, devastating motion. "Joonie—fuck, s'big!"
"Fuuuuck," the sound drawn out and breathy, pure agony and bliss tangled as he bottoms out balls-deep with a wet slap, his tip kissing your cervix ruthless and loving. His balls slap heavy against your clit, and you feel every ridge, every vein dragging inside you.
His hips snap forward—starts pounding steady and deep, water splashing violent around your thighs with every brutal drive. His hand in your hair tightens just enough, arching you deeper, letting him drive in at that devastating angle. You brace your hands on your knees, ass rippling with each brutal slap of his pelvis against you. His other hand snakes around front, fingers finding your swollen clit again and rubbing firm, insistent circles that match his thrusts perfectly. The dual assault has you gasping, pussy fluttering wildly around his pistoning cock.
"Ah! Yes—Joonie—" Your moans pitch whiny, needy, the kind that make his breath hitch behind you.
"Yeah? Right there—rubbing that fat, swollen clit," he groans hot against your neck, tongue flicking out to lick your skin before sucking down possessive marks—hickeys blooming purple under his lips. The scrape of his teeth sends shivers racing down your spine. "Feel me rearranging your guts with my cock? Stretching you so wide..."
Your cry out in response, pussy fluttering wildly around his pistoning length, the wet schlick-schlick of your coupling filling the air.
He groans hot and low, the sound vibrating through your skull—"Mmm, fuck, love those pretty whines…Got this tiny cunt squeezing me so good, milking my fat cock like a good little princess."
His pace builds, the standing fuck turning brutal in its precision—hips snapping with controlled power, balls slapping your ass with lewd, wet smacks that make your thighs quiver. His clit-rubbing turns frantic, fingers pinching and rolling the pearl lightly, while his mouth worries your neck with bites that tingle fire across your skin.
The pressure coils tight and sudden in your core, your first orgasm of this round crashing over you like a wave, walls milking him in rhythmic spasms. "Cumming—Joonie, fuck, I'm cumming!"
"Uh-huh, cum all over my cock, baby…" He moans breathy, hips stuttering as you spasm wildly around him, fucking you through it with deep, grinding rolls. He holds back with visible effort, cock throbbing hot inside you, but the pace ramps—frantic now, water churning around your calves.
"Need you to cream again... wanna feel this pussy choke me while I chase my load—please, princess, give me another." His voice cracks whiny on that plea.
Abruptly, without pulling out, he shifts his hand—two thick fingers sliding down alongside his cock where it's buried in you, stretching your entrance even wider.
"Hold still for me, sweet thing," he murmurs, "gonna finger this sloppy pussy while I fuck it... make you cum so hard you see stars."
He crooks those fingers inside you, pressing against your front wall, rubbing your g-spot in torturous circles while his thumb mashes your clit. His cock throbs alongside them, the dual stretch making your eyes roll back—it's filthy, invasive, the squelch louder now as his fingers pump in and out, fucking you open even more.
"Joonie—oh god, your fingers—too much, s'too full!" You sob, body trembling as he works you relentlessly, his other hand still cradling your scalp, keeping your head tilted so he can pant hot praises into your ear.
"Shhh, you can take it, my perfect princess—look at how this tiny hole stretches for my cock and fingers. So fucking greedy, dripping all over my hand."
You buck back against his hand, tits bouncing wildly, the burn in your thighs from standing forgotten in the haze. "Yes—r-right there—"
His fingers crook harder, scissoring wide to stretch you further, mimicking his cock's girth, the pads raking every sensitive ridge inside. “Look at you—ass jiggling, pussy gushing—you're my dirty little princess, aren't you?"
His fingers thrust faster, curling ruthless against that spongy spot, while his hips grind in a shallow but hurried pace. Pressure rebuilds fast—his enormous size hits every nerve, the drag of his fingers against your fluttering walls intoxicating. The water sloshes higher with your movements, cool against the burning heat where you're joined.
You shatter twice more in quick succession, your second orgasm ripping through you harder than the first—walls clamping vice-tight around his cock and fingers, gushing slick that splatters him. "J-Joon! Cumming again!"
Suddenly, he erupts—first rope thick and hot, painting your cervix white. "Fuck, yes—take it, baby!" Pulse after pulse, he floods you, cock swelling impossibly thicker.
You feel it gush inside, warm and sticky, his balls contracting against you with each spurt. He moans shattered, breathy whimpers: "Ahh—shit, so much... filling my girl up—"
And he doesn't relent, his cock and fingers pumping through your spasms, prolonging it until you're a trembling mess, legs barely holding you up. Only then does he ease them out, and brings his soaked digits to your mouth. "Taste yourself, princess—suck 'em clean."
You obey, tongue swirling around his fingers, tasting your tangy cream as he resumes thrusting—full, deep strokes now, balls slapping heavy. His free hand returns to your clit, rubbing sloppy circles with your own wetness. "That's it... sweet little mouth."
Panting, he slips free—cum immediately leaking down your thighs in thick rivulets, mixing with river water. "Not done," he murmurs, sweeping you up bridal-style, your limbs limp as jelly. He wades to the river's soft-grass bank under willow shade, the cool moss kissing your heated skin as he lays you back gentle, legs splayed wide. Your pussy gapes red and wrecked, first load bubbling out obscenely.
He hovers massive over you, muscles rippling—abs flexing, thighs like tree trunks bracketing yours. His cock drags heavy through your folds, coating itself in your mess, the fat head bumping your clit. "Look at that wrecked little hole, babygirl... all red and puffy, begging for my seed. So tiny, but took my big dick like a champ." He lifts one of your legs high, draping it over his broad shoulder, folding you open obscenely—your pussy exposed, folds parting in invitation.
Eyes locked on the sight, he sinks in slow this time—inch by burning inch, watching your lips part around his girth, swallowing him greedy. The stretch reignites every nerve, cum from his first load squelching out around him. "Fuck—gripping me so tight after I already filled you."
Fully seated, balls-deep against your cervix, he starts thrusting languid and deep—long drags that let you feel every vein, every pulse. Then he ramps up, the leg over his shoulder letting him drive profound, battering that deepest spot with loving brutality. "Moan for me, my sweet girl—love those sounds, makes my dick throb harder."
You do—a whining symphony spills from your lips as he rails you into the moss. "Joonie—yes, breed me! Fill me, please!"
“F-fuck baby, need you to cum first, soak me like a good princess." His thumb rolls your nipple roughly now, pinching and tugging the hard peak while pace turns breathless. His hips snapping wet smack-smack, abs flexing hypnotic under the sunlight dappling through willows.
His thrusts growing erratic but controlled. Fingers fly faster on clit, circling, flicking, dipping into the mess of your folds while his mouth latches onto your neck, sucking hard while he groans at every moan you let out.
The intensity builds to fever—his cock throbbing warning inside you, veins pulsing against your walls. Sweat drips from his brow onto your tits, the salt stinging your nipples as he leans in closer, breath ragged. "Feel that, babygirl? My huge dick swelling for you..."
Your walls start to flutter, the build brutal after all the orgasms. "Joon—gonna—"
But it's clear the edge is starting to fray for him now too—his second release intensifying, cock swelling impossibly thicker. He chases it breathy, hips snapping frantic, whines spilling free. "Babygirl—shit, can't hold it... gonna cum, fill this womb—ahh, fuck!"
You grip sudden—hand snakes to the back of his neck, yanking him down until faces are inches apart, eyes locking feral. "Cum in me, Joonie—please, breed me… Fill my tiny pussy up with your hot load—need it so bad!"
It snaps his leash completely. A guttural growl rips from his throat—"Fuck—baby, so tight—fuck, fuck, here it comes—"
You attack his weak spot, lips sealing under his ear, tongue licking hot and wet while you whimper right there—"Cum in me, please—!"—moans vibrating against his skin.
Hips slam frantic, cock swelling to bursting—then he erupts, second rope thick and scalding painting your cervix hot. "Princess—fuck, yes—cumming, ahh, shit!" White liquid floods you, his body shuddering as he pumps rope after heavy rope, hips grinding to push it deeper.
You cum with him—third? fourth, peak exploding, walls milking ruthless, squirting mixing with his seed in a filthy puddle beneath your ass. Cum overflows, frothy white leaking around his base.
He collapses fully on top—massive frame pinning you gentle to the moss, face buried in your neck, breathy whines still escaping as he grinds shallow humps to ride it out. Cum squelches wet with each tiny thrust, overstimulation making him shudder.
"Mmm—baby...bred you so good," he babbles praises breathy into your ear, voice wrecked and whiny.
Hips twitch shallow one last time, another weak spurt leaking inside as he nuzzles closer, moans fading to soft, satisfied whimpers against your skin. His forehead presses to yours first—gentle kiss there, lingering sweet.
"My princess... you okay?" Huge hand cradles your head, petting damp hair soothingly, fingers pushing a stray strand behind your ear with trembling tenderness. "Fuck, that was intense. I love you—so much."
You nuzzle into his neck, body humming. "I love you too, Joonie."
He hums soft, rolling slightly to take his weight but keeping you close, cock softening inside as cum leaks slow. Willow shade cools you both, river whispering nearby.
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