Chapter 19: Only the best for you
"I want to marry you, I really do, it's just I need some time to get things in order," he says, assisting you out of the back room.
"Fine," you walk faster, escaping his side.
"Please don't be upset. I will marry you one day," he jogs back up to you and kisses the top of your head, ushering you both out of the shop.
Why does it feel like he doesn't want to marry me? Am I an embarrassment or something?
He immediately cooks a nice meal when you return to his apartment. You watch him cook from the counter, and he lets you try the food during each step. He sits you up on the counter while he sits in the chair to your right, and you eat together, smiling through each bite. When you finish and wash the dishes for him, he queues a movie for you two to watch together.
You sit on his bed together, him leaning up against the headrest while you sit in his lap. His chest is hard against your back, and he places stray kisses against your neck and hair when he thinks you aren't paying attention.
It's hard to stay mad at him when he's so cute.
You look over your shoulder at Namjoon as he combs through your hair, attempting to braid it. His large fingers fumble around, and stray locks of hair fall out of the braid, the whole thing a big mess by the end.
"How does it look," he seems genuinely proud of his work, admiring it with a proud smile.
"Great," you lie, happy to humor him.
The feel of his warm, large hands tugging at my hair is enough to make me go wild.
"Hey, I've been meaning to talk to you about this," he says as he drops the braid, untangling the giant knot he's made.
"I'm going on a business trip to Mexico in a week, and I was wondering if you wanted to come?"
"Oh my god, of course! I've always wanted to go to Mexico," you hug him around his neck and kiss him when you come back up.
Namjoon gazes at you with a loving stare, "Perfect."
Even though Namjoon protests, you go to work every day of the week, promising to quit right before you leave for Mexico. Thankfully you don't have any shifts with Ben, but you're doubtful he would return after what happened last time he was here.
I have to break the news to Maddie that it's actually my last day today.
"Hey, Mads," you approach her as she operates the register. The shop is slow at this time of day.
"Hey girl," Maddie instantly notices something is up. "What's up with you? You look kinda down."
"I'm quitting today. Something happened with Ben, and I no longer feel comfortable working here. Also, it's about time I did something new," you frown and lean into her, already missing the shifts with your best friend.
"I get it. You need a change. And I won't pry about the Ben thing; tell me when you're comfortable. Still, I'm really going to miss you. Promise we'll still be best friends," she turns to face you completely, bringing you into a hug.
"Of course, we will. This won't change a thing," you speak into her shoulder.
"Ready to go, baby?" Namjoon lugs his bags into his living room, packing far too much for a week's stay.
"Yup, all packed," you pat your tiny suitcase, a stark difference from his massive ones.
Your flight is early in the morning, and you must wake up far earlier than usual. Namjoon has someone from his company pick you up to drive you both to the airport, and you sleep on his shoulder the whole ride. He wakes you with a soft kiss when you arrive, opening the door and dragging you out when you ask for five more minutes. When he brings you to a golf cart, you take a special route to the private airplanes.
"Woah, you didn't tell me we were taking a private jet?" you gasp at the plane, immediately woken up at the sight.
"Only the best for you," Namjoon smirks and takes your hand, leading you up the steps into the cabin.
The interior is gorgeous, with all white leather, a few single seats, and one large couch wrapped against the sides. Many snacks are set up at the front for the two of you, complete with champagne and wine in a mini fridge.
Namjoon pours a glass for the two of you, toasting your first trip together. You sit next to him on the couch and relax into his side, curling up and falling asleep before the plane takes off. Namjoon sets his laptop up on his lap, wearing headphones so as not to disturb you as he works.
You wake up about an hour later, squinting up at him, the blue light from his computer illuminating his face.
"Did you sleep well?" He whispers, brushing your hair out of your face and smiling at your sleepy form.
"Mmm," you respond, taking out your phone and opening up social media.
A few minutes pass as you scroll on your phone, but you quickly get bored of what's happening online.
You look around the plane in thought.
I could watch a movie, maybe read a bit... No. All of that sounds way boring.
While searching for an activity, your eyes land on Namjoon next to you.
Well, there's someone I could do...
You giggle at your own joke before putting your plan into action.
"Babe," you place a hand on his thigh, making your voice deep and velvety.
"Hmm," he responds, still thoroughly engrossed in his work.
"I'm bored," you whine, dragging your hand slowly up his thigh.
"Watch a movie, baby. There's a TV in here," he responds, eyes still fixed on his computer.
You sigh, annoyed that he isn't getting the hint. To speed up the process, you palm him completely over his pants, massaging slightly and feeling him grow under your palm.
Now he freezes, looking over at you finally.
"Oh, you want to join the mile-high club, is that it?" he smirks and closes his laptop, tossing it beside him.
"Maybe," you smile sweetly at him, climbing onto him and straddling his lap.
"I can make that happen," he responds as you take the headphones off his neck, dropping them to join his laptop.
His hands drag down your body, fingers clutching the ends of your t-shirt as he untucks it from your shorts and pulls it over your head, palms swiping your sides immediately. He pushes his body up into yours as he quickens the kiss, tongue swiping against yours, licking fierce strokes into the roof of your mouth. Your tongue overpowers his momentarily, and you take the rare advantage to suck on the muscle.
"Shit," he gasps, pulling away when the feeling becomes too much. "You get me so hard from barely anything."
You tug him to you, reaching for his mouth again. Your urgency worked him up even more, both of your breathing growing louder. He presses his forehead against yours when you pull away to speak again. "You're only turned on because you know we're about to have sex in this airplane."
He chuckles breathlessly, panting almost as he lifts his head. "Nuh-uh," he cheekily smiles, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck.
"Shut up," you whine, pushing at his chest and making him laugh even harder.
His hand moves to your shorts zipper as his head reaches down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, sucking the peaked flesh. As he pulls away, a line of spit follows, snapping in the middle. The sight turns you on wildly, and you kick out of your shorts fast, Namjoon chuckling at your urgency. His hands reach forward to dig his fingers under the waistband of your panties, letting his fingers linger there, teasing you. Namjoon pulls his fingers out to cup your tits, squeezing them gently, his gaze lazily following his thumbs as he toys with your perky nipples, his eyes then lowering to watch how you roll your hips against him. He makes a strained noise, a hand slipping around your side to grip your ass, jiggling it and spreading it wide to the side. You groan out at his ministrations, growing impatient. You didn't want to draw it out anymore, the ache between your legs growing too persistent. You claw at his shoulders and press onto his crotch harder.
"Mhm—Namjoon," you croak, wiggling your hips on his erection. "Touch me."
He groans deeply at your insistence, giving in and wrestling you out of your underwear. After a little struggle, you sit on top of him, fully naked. You arch your back and gather your hair into both your hands, the image of you is pure lust.
"Fuck," he awes, running his hands down your sides, eyes soaking you in, eyes so hooded that they can barely stay open. "I always forget how perfect you look."
He laughs, connecting your mouths as he nudges you forward, fingers slipping back inside you. You let your eyes shut, head falling back, engulfed in the feeling of his thick fingers. His lips trail down your neck as he uses his other hand to rub and pinch your nipples, commanding your body and responding to his every touch.
Your wetness is audible within the cabin; the loud squelching noises bounce off the airplane walls as he continues to tear you open, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. He leans up, capturing your lips between his. He bites down on your bottom lip, sucking it harshly into his mouth. The kiss is sloppy, your mouths moving together in no particular rhythm. You gasp when you feel his thumb finally circle your clit, rocking your hips into him desperately. You pull away from him to lick along the column of his neck, licking up from the base and dipping your tongue inside his ear. He responds with a gasp, his breath catching in his throat before he moans, eyes closing, and head hitting the back of the seat. His free hand grips your hip tightly, and you turn your head to look at him with a sultry gaze, still grinding your hips into his hand below.
"Don't keep me waiting any longer," you whisper sensually into his ear, biting just below it to punctuate your sentence.
He pulls his hand away instantly, your sticky residue dripping from his digits and onto the fabric of his pants as he unbuttons them, shuffling beneath you in an attempt to pull them off. He pulls his cock out, and you grab it greedily, only pumping a few times before lining it up with your entrance. Your foreheads press against each other as you watch between your bodies as you grasp the base of his length to guide it inside you, his hands wrapping around your back to hold you in place.
You take him in one go, and he slips easily inside you as he presses past your entrance and deep inside, velvet walls gripping him tight as he bottoms out. You start pushing down on him, trying to create a rhythm so you can ride him, but the delicious drag of your clit against his abdomen is too addicting, so you settle on rocking him back and forth, your hands pushing down on his shoulders for leverage.
"Fuck," he curses, leaning back onto the couch as he watches you move, grinding over his groin, your arousal caking his thighs. You start to pant, the roll of his cock filling you up. He smacks your ass, making you yelp, and then grips the meat, rocking you faster.
"Namjoon," you whimper, face landing in the crook of his neck when he sits up again, wrapping his arms around your waist. The drag of your clit rubbing against his pelvis was becoming unbearable; you were coming undone already, the ribbon tightening in your stomach.
"Gonna cum already?" He goads, able to guess by the way your rhythm drops. He drops his hold on your waist and grabs your head, holding it still. His fingers tangle in the back of your hair, looking you straight in the eyes. You try to nod or speak, but your body is solely focused on the pleasure, unable to answer his question.
He chuckles in response, eyes growing dark, "Now, where's the fun in that?"
As much as you tried to suppress it, your body worked against you, your end uncontainable. His condescending attitude, combined with your abnormal surroundings, threw you over the edge, and you were coming all over him with a strained cry. He softened his hold around your head, watching your face intently, studying it as you came. His muscles tensed as you squeezed him, the vein in his neck now visible as he attempted to control himself. You rocked back and forth against him until you became too sensitive, easing back. His cock was harder than ever, and you could feel each pulse.
"Shit, Namjoon," you whine with a weak laugh, trying to regain your breath.
Sweat drips down his hairline as he stares at you, his chest heaving. "Don't get tired on me just yet, ok?" he smiles weakly, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again, a new wave of tenacity set behind them.
He grips your hips and pulls you up, giving him space to move. As he thrusts into you from below, your arms wrap around his neck to anchor yourself to him. He starts slowly at first, rolling his cock into you sensually as he gradually picks up the pace. You were still so sensitive, you could feel every ridge of his dick, and you couldn't help but close your eyes tight, biting down on your bottom lip, groans becoming trapped in your throat.
"I love your body," he whispers, hands roaming down your back, around your ass, squeezing the flesh firmly, his touch leaving flames of heat in its wake. "Kiss me," he requests, and you lower your face, meeting his lips in a hurry.
"I love your pussy too." He tells you between the presses of his mouth to yours. "You always feel like heaven."
You moan as he continues, snapping his hips up. He rocks into you hard, the stroke lodging the head of his cock as far as he could get it, ass raising off the seat with force. You moan wildly, trying your best to meet his thrusts in the middle, but his pace is so fast and unpredictable that you find yourself merely hovering above him as he fucks you from below. You dig your nails into his shoulders, face falling to the crook of his neck, biting it lightly to ease the pleasure.
"You love this," he strains out, teeth gritted with effort. "Feels good fucking in a plane, huh?"
You moan louder, subconsciously tightening around him again. You jerk when you feel him pinch one of your nipples, his tongue lapping between your breasts, making its way to your neck, sucking marks into your skin. You could feel your second orgasm approaching, belly tightening, as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, panting loudly. His hair is drenched in sweat as he continues fucking you. He takes your ass in his hand, groping it, pressing you into his body, the other one going to the back of your neck, holding you tight. You watch his jaw tick as you lean back.
"I've got you." He half smiled, eyes heavy with pleasure, his orgasm threatening to spill. "Give it to me. Cum all over my cock."
His words had you cumming instantly, the orgasm so hard that you collapsed into him, knocking him back into the seat. His hips didn't falter, slamming into you repeatedly as your walls pulsed around him, groaning as you came undone, looking him right in the eyes.
You sigh as your muscles relax, unsure what to say or what to do, so fucked out that you can barely sit up without his help, waves of pleasure still spreading through your body. Below you, Namjoon begins laughing. Most likely in disbelief of how easily you can cum with him, but you are still offended that he takes such humor in the situation.
"Namjoon, why are you laughing? Don't be a jerk!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he laughs breathlessly, "You just always surprise me. You get dirtier every time we fuck," he grins, almost teasing.
You blink, whining in embarrassment before collapsing into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He let you do as you pleased, holding you around the middle, chest rising and falling violently, still keeping his release at bay. He grips your ass firmly, pinning you further to him and keeping you there as he starts to slide his cock inside you again, taking it slow until he is sure you can handle it. His strokes are short and messy, and you know he won't last much longer.
"Shit," he moans, thrusts losing momentum, his hips stuttering as his cock pumps in and out of you. "I'm–gonna cum."
You can feel his stomach tensing under you as he cums, his seed painting your insides as his cock pulses and twitches against your walls. His movements still as he comes down, his breath fast and hot against your ear.
Before you could attempt to move, he was helping you, lifting you carefully so he could slide out from underneath you and placing you beside him on the couch. As soon as you see his face, he gives you a toothy smile, clearly as content with the experience as you were.
You let out a long, relaxed sigh, stretching your muscles, only to pull a face when you realize something. "Namjoon, we're so sweaty!"
"It's fine," he laughs loudly, pulling his pants back on.
"I don't want to get to Mexico all sticky," you whine, trying to wipe the sweat off you.
"Don't you like the smell of sex?" He cheekily asks as he zips himself up, shooting you a playful grin.
"Shut up," you grumble, getting up as he chuckles. "Where are my clothes?"
You search around the cabin for the clothes he tossed carelessly, dragging them on and pulling yourself to the bathroom, trying to freshen yourself up before you arrive. When you returned, his computer was already fired up, and he was lost in his work zone. You sit next to him, head on his shoulder, and watch as he works on things you didn't fully understand for the rest of the flight.
"We're here, finally," you sigh as you land on the runway, getting up to stretch all of your limbs.
"What, you didn't have a good plane ride?" he feigns ignorance, grabbing your hand and helping you off the plane.
"Shut up, you know I did," you respond, smirking.
You walk with him to a black car waiting for you outside the plane, your bags already inside the trunk. The drive is short, and you admire the scenery out the window as you pass, pointing at different mountains and buildings that you like, showing them to Namjoon excitedly, and finding your childlike wonder endearing.
You pull up to a gorgeous luxury hotel, the building seeming to go on for miles. Palm trees frame the exterior, and giant statues of lions sit on either side of the massive front doors. The entryway is enormous, and the whole thing shimmers with the iridescence that comes with a nice vacation.
"Wow," you say, looking out the window at the resort, eyes practically glistening as you take it all in.
"You like?" Namjoon grins at you playfully as he exits the car, coming around to open your door.
"Eh, it's fine," you respond jokingly, walking over to him and hugging his waist, extremely grateful for the whole experience.
A man takes your bags out of the trunk and to your room, and Namjoon tips him plentifully before taking the both of you to the desk to check in.
"So, I've got to do a few things for work before we go to dinner. Is that ok?" Namjoon asks as you walk up to the elevator.
You're slightly disappointed that he can't spend these first few hours with you, but you understand that you are a plus one and his work is most important on this trip.
"Yeah, of course, this is a work trip after all," you give him a tight-lipped smile before stepping into the elevator, kissing him goodbye, and assuring him that you were okay on your own as he walks out of the resort.
You relax in your room briefly before exploring the new terrain you just landed in. You check out all the pools and restaurants, in awe of how grand the whole place is. The beach seemed to extend for miles, the most gorgeous one you've ever seen.
Namjoon's company must be really rich. Why would they send him here for a work trip?
Once your feet start to hurt and you've had enough of exploring your home for the week, you head back to the room and find Namjoon waiting for you.
"I didn't know you were back. You should've called," you say, sitting beside him on the bed.
"It's alright, I just got back,"
He wraps his hand around your waist and pulls you closer to his hip, gently taking his hand and pushing your head to lay on his shoulder. You lean up to kiss him, pulling away to find him smiling.
"What do you wanna do now?" Namjoon asks, eyes exploring your face so close to his.
"Let's get some food," you hop up away from him and saunter into the bathroom, turning on the shower to begin getting ready.
"Yes, please do consult with me first before deciding," Namjoon says to himself, pretending to be annoyed as he slips out of bed and into the bathroom with you.
You change into a red dress with black heels, glamming yourself up for the occasion. Namjoon wears a sleek black outfit, his gold jewelry standing out against the look. He takes you both to one of the excellent restaurants in the resort, walking you to the hostess stand with a hand on your back.
"It's so pretty everywhere here," you say, looking around the restaurant's interior, the ambiance classy and polished.
"I know," Namjoon says, looking at you, "beautiful."
The host approaches you from behind the stand, "Welcome in! What a nice couple. Let me guess, honeymoon?" she asks, smiling, taking a few menus and walking the both of you further into the restaurant.
"No, just a little vacation, or rather, a work trip," you respond, smiling lightly but feeling a little sting behind your words.
Namjoon takes your hand and pulls you closer to him, only leaving your side to sit at the table, even then still keeping his hand around yours. The rest of the night feels like magic. Namjoon is perfect, as always, and the food is terrific, the atmosphere calm and romantic. He holds your hand from across the table the whole night, even putting up a fight when you insist you need both hands for your meal, giggling at his pout when he reluctantly lets go. Conversation flows effortlessly between you, never leaving a quiet moment. The entire event is flawless, and best of all, the drinks are bottomless.
"I love mezcal," you say, slurring your words a little, bringing your glass in a limp hand to your lips for another sip.
"I think it's time for bed. We have a big day planned tomorrow," Namjoon says, laughing at your drunken state and gently taking the glass out of your hand.
"I think you're right," you say, laughing at yourself and joining him by his side.
The walk back to the room is quiet, leaning on Namjoon with every step and closing your eyes in the elevator. You barely take off all of your makeup and change out of your clothes before lying face first on the bed, extremely tired from the whole day. In your sleepy state, you feel Namjoon tugging the covers from under you and rolling you onto your back. He gets into bed with you and places your head on his chest, the rise and fall of his breathing soothing you into deep sleep.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Namjoon says as you open your eyes, already sitting up on the bed, scrolling through his phone.
You give him a low grumble, "Five more minutes," you gurgle as you roll over to the other side of the bed.
As you do so, the smell of food wafts into your nose, waking you right up. Your eyes burst open, and you kick the blanket off immediately.
"But the breakfast will get cold," Namjoon says, toying with you, already cutting your pancakes the way he knows you like them.
You jump up by his side and take the fork and knife from his hands, digging in immediately. He laughs at you as he eats his food, giving you small kisses on the top of your head when he thinks you look especially adorable with all of the food in your mouth, admiring you even when you're fresh out of bed.
After eating, Namjoon takes the both of you to the beach connected to the resort. He brings you to a string of cabanas and tells you that he rented one for the two of you. You skip excitedly up to the hut, opening the curtains and admiring the inside. The cabana looks like a giant bed on the beach, already stocked with fruit and drinks on the side table, a reserved sign perched on the center of the sheets.
"What do you think?" Namjoon asks, walking up beside you.
"It looks so comfy. Maybe I'll nap," you sigh, closing your eyes.
"You could," he circles you around and wraps his hands around your waist, "but that's not what I was gonna suggest,"
He reaches around and unties your cover-up, letting it drop to the floor.
"So that's why you rented a cabana, huh?" you smirk at him, sticking your hands underneath his waistband and toying with the soft skin of his lower abdomen.
"Mmm," he responds dismissively, pulling you in for a kiss.
Namjoon pulls away after a quick moment and smiles down at you. It's lopsided and his dark hair falls into his eyes, making him look deliciously dangerous. Your stomach squeezes in anticipation of what he has planned.
He pushes you back onto the bed, and you watch as he rips his shirt off, throwing it against the curtains of the cabana. You untie the neck of your swimsuit, pulling it off your torso completely. The hot air of the beach hits your body, goosebumps appearing across your skin. You gaze at him as he crawls over you, eyes raking up and down your top half.
"You are such a sight," he murmurs, hands brushing your sides, gripping your waist. You bump your hips upwards unconsciously, his voice sending tingles to your core. It rasps almost, and you can hear the want in the back of his throat, threatening to take over and speed up this moment.
He pushes his head down and kisses you deeply, his hot tongue brushing against yours. He moves quickly, his desire for you the moving force behind his actions. He pulls your legs apart so he can kneel in between them, one hand still on your waist, pinning you in place as the other pushes on your abdomen, the pressure making you shudder before his hand moves towards the fabric of your swimsuit bottoms. He can't take his eyes off of you as he drags his pointer finger down the center of your folds over the fabric.
"Relax baby," he murmurs, feeling your body dip into the bed. He cups your heat, pushing his palm towards your clit, and you wriggle impatiently. You want him to touch you properly and make you feel good, as he always does. Heat rushes through your body at an alarming rate, the atmosphere of the cabana and the thought that the outside world is separated only by a thin piece of fabric only, heightening your horniness.
"These have been on for far too long..."
You could tell the ambiance was getting to him, too, his movements becoming rushed as he tugged at your suit to peel it from your core. The air hits your swollen flesh instantly, your clit sensitive and desperate for more. You could feel your arousal caking the inside of your thighs, your suit spreading it down as it gets removed.
A strained noise leaves your throat, his hot breath tickling you, both your hands curled into the bed in anticipation as he holds one thigh down, his mouth lowering towards you. You close your eyes when you felt his tongue curling against your clit, lips pressed into you. It was so gentle, a stark contrast to the raging boner he constantly readjusts. As he pulls away, he sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, humming loudly.
"Delicious." He licks his lips, growing taller on his knees as he moves away, "— you always taste so fucking good."
You watch him eagerly, wondering what he is going to do next. Your whole body was vibrating, desperate for more. He reaches over and grabs a strawberry from the bowl on the side of the bed, your eyes stuck to the way he sucks the juices out of it, letting it soak his tongue.
You moan when you feel his mouth back at your entrance, his tongue playing with the swollen flesh. The juices that he coated his mouth with made his tongue sticky, amplifying the pleasure and causing you to clench your thighs closer together. One of his fingers pushes inside you as he works, your pelvis tensing up at the intrusion, head racing at the fact that this was all happening so publicly that anyone could walk in at any time. He starts to move, curling his digit before straightening it up, repeating that action over and over again. He pulls up from your core, watching down your body as he moves in and out of you. He adds another finger, and they both curl together, making your feet flail about on the bed. You soon realize you are moaning out loudly, your sounds undoubtedly heard by the beach patrons.
You grip onto his forearm, needing to hold onto him. His veins bulge against his skin with the force of his actions. You clench your eyes shut, a little scared at how much this was turning you on. Your arousal soaks his hand, dripping down his wrist. The visual sets you off again, walls squeezing around him uncontrollably.
Your eyes snap open when he noticeably slows down, almost to a complete stop.
"Shit, you're so fucking hot," he comments, shuffling down the bed, getting a better view between your legs. You feel slightly embarrassed at his comment, but you're too horny to let it get to you. You need him now, you need him back inside you ass soon as possible.
You wiggle your hips around, enticing him to enter you again, but he doesn't budge. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing figure eights against it, his two fingers pumping in and out of you slowly. You moan, pushing your head into the pillows, your eyes closing. You were sensitive, but his movements were insistent. You try to push your trembling thighs together, attempting to ease the intense pleasure that was making your body jerk and react, but he spanks the inside of your thigh lightly as you do so, the sound only increasing your pressure.
"Stay still, let me watch how wet you are," he comments, licking his lips at the sight.
You comply, just because him ordering you around is way too hot, but his circles slow down, letting you catch your breath. He gazes at you from below with a soft smile on his face.
Your heart swells at his sudden compliment, and you blush as you watch him lay back down between your legs, breath against your folds, thumb still rubbing your clit lightly, fingers still stuffed inside you. Your body jerks as he moves inside you.
You were more than close; you were hanging on by the will of God himself. The only thing that kept you going was the thought of Namjoon's mouth against your core, and the thought of him making you come, loud and messy on this beach.
You panic when you feel his fingers begin to retract, hand finding his wrist as you hold him to you. He shoots up an amused eyebrow at your movements.
"Keep going," you plead, "want you to keep fingering me."
"You want to come?" he grins, taunting you.
You shake your head. "Yes—keep going, I just wanna feel you, God, please."
He grins at your dirty mouth, placing his lips against your clit and sucking harshly. You were so close, you could feel it, but each time he attaches his mouth to you he slows down, as if he was teasing you. You were so desperate that you tangle your fingers in his hair, burying his face into your heat to roll your hips against his mouth, begging for him to speed up, begging to cum. Your chest rises up and down visibly, gasping for breath, practically hyperventilating.
You trap the air in your lungs, back arching as he sucks hard on your clit and your walls contract around his fingers. The muscles in your stomach twitch, clit burning as your pleasure began to rise. He hums against your core, and you twist your fingers in his hair, each brush of his tongue guiding you to your release. Your entire body is on fire, twitching and flailing, chanting nonsense into the ceiling. The orgasm hits hard and fast as Namjoon carries on lapping at your core, digits still rubbing your velvety walls. You don't know when you closed your eyes, but they were clenched so tight that you were seeing stars. He stuck his tongue into your core messily, gathering as much as he could before he had to pull away.
"That's my girl." His mouth stopped first, your hands falling from his hair as he knelt up slowly, but his fingers still stroked slowly inside of you, allowing you to relish in the comedown. His mouth and chin shone, coated in your arousal, and your stomach clenched when you watched him wipe it away with his hand.
"More," you gasped out, "Fuck me right here Namjoon,"
Your words got to him and he groaned, soft lips kissing down your chest sloppily, trying to touch as much skin as possible. His hands traveled up your torso until they were cupping the underneath of your boobs, the nails of his thumbs scratching heavenly over your nipples. You were growing impatient. You bucked your hips into him wildly, his hardness through his shorts hitting your clit at the perfect angle every time.
He was losing himself too, flattering to moan for a moment before quickly gathering his resolve and moving his mouth to your neck as a distraction, teeth nipping against the skin. Your hands found his crotch, squeezing his dick tightly pulling him towards your core, practically begging him to put it in. He choked at the sudden feeling, hanging his head in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily. You got him. Gleeing at your triumph, you snuck into his swim shorts, stroking him lightly. His flesh was hot to the touch, painfully solid, like he could cum at any second.
"I'm going to fuck you so good, babe," he grunted when you pulled him out and began to stroke him faster.
"I know," you responded cutely, tugging at his swimsuit. He tugged his shorts off immediately, pulling away to free himself.
"I'm going to fuck you so good," he repeated like a promise to you and himself, wrapping his arms around your waist to twist you around and kneel you up. You press down on the palms of your hands, waiting for the welcome intrusion. You push your ass into him, restless, and you feel him press the head of his cock to your entrance. It wasn't long before he was thrusting into you, hands gripping your hips tightly. You moan freely, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure, begging him to go harder until finally, he was slamming his hips against you, and you were practically shaking underneath him. He rammed himself deep inside of you, stopping dead, feeling your walls pulse in desperation. You groan and push your ass into him, trying to get him to move again.
"I'm going to make you cum again," he warned, stretching his arms forward to press against your shoulders, lightly pushing you down so you could arch more, his dick pressing a new angle that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. He rolled his cock ever so slowly inside of you, stalling in hopes that the moment will last longer.
"Do you want that—" This time he dragged his cock out fully, just to push back in just as slowly, the feeling so delightful it sent a shudder up your spine. "—me to fuck you all night, huh?"
You groan, arching further up at him.
He twitched inside of you. "C'mon." He grabs one of your hands, guiding it between your legs, beginning to thrust into you once more. "Touch yourself, make yourself cum all over my cock when I fuck you."
You rubbed furiously at your clit, crying out, and he gripped your hips once more, finally picking the pace back up.
"Please don't stop, please don't stop—I'm gonna—fuck—I'm gonna cum."
"Never" he assured, his chest heaving, red and shiny with exertion as he snapped his hips, cock drilling into you, over and over again. His breath shuddered. "Cum, babe. Cum on my cock."
Whimpering at his words, it was the final straw. Your relief was much shorter than the first, but so much harder. He grunts, feeling your walls clamp around him, squeezing him so tight that he has to stop his thrusts, hands gripping at you harshly, trying to hold himself back.
"Fuck, you're so tight" he growls, kissing your spine.
Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, the thought of him coming undone in this cabana flashes in your mind, and its enough to get you to push your ass into his hips, forcing his cock to move, and he groans in response, fingernails digging further into your ass.
"Fuck" he hisses. "You want me to keep going? Haven't had enough yet?"
You moan in response, "Keep going. I want your cum to leak out of me" You don't even recognize the words coming from your mouth, shocking both of you.
You hear him take a shaky breath, straightening his back, dick lodging further inside you. You can tell he was gritting his teeth, trying to control himself, so he could fuck you and give you his cum, just like you asked.
"Oh, you have no idea what you just asked for..."
And with that, he pounded into you at an inhuman pace, one of his feet pressing into the mattress to give him leverage. The poor cabana bed creaked, as if about to collapse under the force, and you cried out, tired but still desperate for his cum. He gave you everything, grinding his cock into you every time his pelvis came flush to your ass.
"Shit, Namjoon," you cried out, certain that everyone on the beach could hear you.
"Fuck, I'm about to cum," he rushed, thrusts getting messy. "You want my cum?"
"Inside me, please. I need it. Please"
And with that, he rams himself into you one last time, his hips stilling and cock twitching madly inside you. His moan is visceral, coming from deep in his chest. You wish you could see him at this moment, his face scrunched up, eyes closed and teeth clenched. Imagining it would have to do, for now.
With one final hiss, he slumps onto your back, practically crushing you with his weight, his cock slipping out of you in the process.
"Hey!' You exclaim giggling, pushing against him to force him onto his knees.
"Shit," he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair as the other one fanned himself. "We totally just fucked up this cabana," he laughs, beside himself.
You look around at the scattered fruit and mussed sheets, down at the cum leaking out of you that is absolutely going to stain this nice white sheet.
"Do you think they charge extra for having sex in here?" he turns to look at you, eyes wide and serious. You only giggle in response, tugging him down back onto the bed with you.
