Available Ch. 5
pairing: namjoon x f. reader
genre: strangers to lovers, smut [18+]
summary: You’ve run out of time to find a date for your high school reunion. While having a drink at the bar, you meet a handsome stranger who agrees to be your fake husband for the night.
wc: 2.6k
warnings: making out, hair pulling, one-night stand, the heels stay on!, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), protected sex, petnames, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing
Date: June 15, 2024
Namjoon is silent as he leads you through the bar toward the lobby, his large palm on the small of your back to guide you. His touch sends tingles down your spine, butterflies swirling in your stomach as you think of something to say, something to keep you with him longer but alas, you can't find the words.
It's Namjoon who breaks the silence once you arrive at the lobby, the elevator doors open to allow guests off and he moves you to the side to avoid a collision.
"Are you staying in this hotel?" he asks to be sure you won't need a ride. After all, he's sure Jimin and Taehyung would find and threaten him should you come to any harm.
"Yes," you answer softly. "Jimin thought it'd be the best plan considering the open bar."
"Smart man," Namjoon chuckles.
"He's a sweetheart," you add with a smile.
Namjoon smiles in return, his hand cupping your cheek, and his thumb tracing your bottom lip. His dark eyes sparkle as he looks at you, and he hates that your night has to end. Would he see you again? Would you want to see him? Would he remember the taste of your lips or would they fade into poor recollections of tonight?
You stare back at him, breath caught in your throat, wishing he would kiss you already. You don't want to end the night without the touch of his lips on yours; without feeling the broadness of his shoulders beneath your hands, without knowing what your name sounds like escaping his lips in the throes of passion.
Namjoon chuckles at the look that crosses your face, smoothing the crease in your forehead when your brows furrow. "I had a lovely time tonight, baby. I wasn't expecting anything when I walked into the bar but then I saw you and I knew I had to speak to you."
"Talk about fate, huh?" you grin.
"Maybe it is," he wonders as he leans forward, his lips brushing against yours in a soft kiss that leaves you wanting more. Before the kiss can grow deeper, Namjoon pulls away, a smile on his lips as he takes your hand in his. "I wish tonight didn't have to end."
"Perhaps, it doesn't," you respond, biting your lip as your eyes lock with his.
Namjoon raises a brow in question, but the look you give him makes his dick twitch instead. Fuck.
"I'm staying in room 912," he states nonchalantly, leaving the ball in your court.
"Care to show it to me?"
"Gladly," Namjoon brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to it before leading you to the elevator. You're excited as he hits the button to call them, and it arrives soon enough. Namjoon moves you to the side as guests leave the elevator and then guides you inside, taking the left corner after hitting the button for his floor. You remain glued to his side, his hand in yours, and for a few floors you're both silent until he turns to you and whispers, "Fuck it."
He kisses you deeply, his hand cradling your face as you're pressed to the wall and the elevator goes up and up and up. Your leg is hiked up around his hip, a handful of your ass in his hands as your fingers card through his hair, tugging and pulling just to hear him moan and groan against your lips.
Too soon, or not soon enough, the elevator comes to a stop and the two of you break apart panting. Your lipstick is smeared on your lips, half on Joon's face as well. You both laugh when you look at each other and he takes your hand to lead you out of the elevator. You follow him with a giddy smile, body thrumming with excitement as you reach his room. He easily swipes his card to get inside.
You're in awe of the fanciness when you step into the suite. This is a major upgrade from the room you had booked on a lower floor.
"Wow! This is fancy!" you comment as you take a look around. Namjoon blushes.
"I wanted something more private when I came into town for the convention. I didn't think they'd put me in a suite but it's nice. You should see the hot tub in the bathroom. Those jets will leave you feeling like a new person," he says as he sets his wallet and room key on the coffee table.
The living room is large with black leather couches and a giant TV mounted on the wall, off to the side there's a dining area near a desk with a plush desk chair sitting in front of it. Off to the right, there are three doors, and you assume one of them must be the room Namjoon claimed as his own.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asks, and you decline as you sit on the couch before he joins you. You set your purse behind you as you scoot closer to Namjoon, who welcomes you into his arms as he kisses you once again.
It's not too long before you're climbing into his lap, legs on either side of his hips as you grind against him, your fingers working the buttons of his jacket, pushing it down his broad shoulders and helping him out of it before you're quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt, eager to see the muscle that lays beneath.
Breathless, you're rewarded with his golden skin, and he chuckles when you bite your lip to smother a moan.
"Like what you see?" he asks teasingly, his hands on your hips for a moment before his fingers toy with the zipper of your dress. You gulp, nodding.
"Do you want to keep going, baby?" he asks as he still his movements.
“Yes,” you answer as you kiss him again, your hands working his belt as he pulls the zipper of your dress down.
You moan his name softly when he helps you out of the dress, left in your heels and panties. Namjoon doesn’t ogle you like others have before. Instead, he takes your hand and leads you to his lush bed.
Namjoon is a god among men.
There was no one else that compared to him. He was broad, thick in the most wonderful sense and his dimples were so deep you could probably drown in them if you tried hard enough.
His eyes shine with mischief, almost as if he can read your mind as you admire him in all his glory.
With skill, Namjoon unbuttons his pants and pulls down the zipper in one go. His eyes never stray from yours as you lick your lips. You blink owlishly as you sit back on the bed, resting your weight on your palms on the mattress. Your breasts jut out and Namjoon curses quietly.
You were a beauty. He knew the moment he saw you, that he had to know you. You being in his bed was just the cherry on top.
Namjoon doesn’t break eye contact as he pulls his pants down his mouthwatering thighs. He picks them up and folds them on the nightstand before he approaches you.
Your lips are on his the moment he’s close enough. You moan his name as you fall onto the mattress, your hair a mess on the sheets.
“So beautiful,” Namjoon whispers as he trails kisses to your jaw, neck, and between your breasts. “So, so beautiful.”
When he takes your nipple in his mouth, teeth scraping your skin lightly, you’re done. You grab a handful of his hair, arching into him as his large hand palms your breast, fingers pinching your nipple lightly.
“Joon!” you exclaim as he continues to suck, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak. Namjoon continues his ministrations, his hard cock twitching in his boxers. He grinds his hips into the mattress, groaning from the stimulation.
“Fuck, love,” he mutters as he switches to your other tit to give it the same treatment before he kisses down your body. His hands grip your hips, cursing at the feel of them. He wants to eat you up, split you open, stuff you full of him until you’re begging for more.
Namjoon meets your gaze, “Can I?”
“Please,” you whimper as he tugs your panties down your legs, smiling when you lift your hips to help.
He throws your panties near the nightstand, neither of you caring where they land.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs as he spreads your legs further apart, surprised by how wet you are. He licks his lips, eyes hooded as he notes your heels are still on.
They’ll feel so good digging into his back.
Namjoon takes his time kissing up one leg and then the other, smirking when you arch your back and lift your hips, trying to get him to touch you where you need it most.
He’s slow with his movements, careful as he grips your thighs to tug you toward him, placing your legs over his shoulders, cursing when your heels dig into his broad back.
“Joon!” you moan when the flat of his tongue licks up your folds. He curses, diving in, fueled by your moans and sweet sounds. Your hand grips his hair tightly, fucking his face as he teases you with his tongue and plush lips.
Your thighs shake when you hit your peak, crying out his name.
Namjoon curses, licking his lips as he climbs over you to kiss you. You kiss him back, nails digging into his shoulders as you pull him close, feeling his weight over you. You’d let him smother you if he asked.
“Do you want to keep going?” Namjoon asks as he cups your hand.
“Yes, please,” you nod as he brushes his lips against yours.
Namjoon reaches for the condom on the nightstand. He easily rips it open and slides it on. You hope you’ll get the chance to have him in your mouth before the night ends.
Your hands cup his face, kissing him as he slides home. You moan into the kiss, his tongue meeting yours as he wraps your leg around his hip.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
“Joon,” you moan as he rewards you with a thrust. He starts slowly, allowing you to adjust to his thick cock. You’re already seeing stars, heat pooling deep in your belly.
“Fuck, baby,” Namjoon grunts as you meet each of his thrusts, clenching around him like you want to milk him for all he’s worth. He rubs your clit before he takes a nipple into his mouth and pleasure courses through you until you’re tugging his thick hair and cumming on his cock.
“That’s it, love. Good girl,” he praises as you whine, not wanting to let him go. He kisses you deeply, making you fall in love. Hearts in your eyes, cock still in your cunt, you know this has to be more than a one-night stand.
Namjoon is gentle with you as he gets you on your hands and knees. He admires your body, licking his lips as he grips your hip with one hand and uses the other to line his thick cock at your entrance before he fills you fully once again.
You’re willing to crawl to the ends of the world if it means getting fucked deliciously by him on the regular. You’re not even sure you asked where he lives, too fucked out to think about anything except his fat cock splitting you in two.
He grabs your hips, fucking your harder as stars fill your vision and you curse his name. Drool threatens to escape your lips as tears roll down your cheeks. You can’t remember the last time you were fucked this good.
You cum again with no warning, tightening around Namjoon and making him see the heavens as he fucks you through it, praising you through the first wave and the second.
“Shit!” Namjoon exclaims as you cream his cock. He cards a hand through his hair as he watches you fucking yourself on his dick, still hungry for more.
Namjoon doesn’t disappoint as he fucks you until you’re hoarse. Galaxies explode behind your closed eyelids, love, and lust mingling to make your heart bloom with giddiness as you cum once more.
Namjoon pulls out of you, ripping the condom off as you grab him, stroking him as your lips wrap around the head of his dick. He tangles his fingers in your hair, moaning as he cums in your mouth and you swallow every drop.
You’re both spent, lying beside each other in his bed.
You both laugh as you turn to face each other, kissing as he leads you to the hot tub in the bathroom.
You’re sure you’ve found the love of your life but you don’t want to get too ahead of yourself.
Morning comes much too soon as you dress as slowly as possible, kissing Namjoon goodbye before heading down to your room to get dressed and ready for your flight.
Jimin wants all the details and you share some over breakfast, wishing you had more time to spend with Namjoon.
The reunion had gone better than expected with Namjoon at your side, and that was all that mattered.
The ride to the airport is quick, as is boarding. Jimin and Taehyung fill you in on Seokjin’s shenanigans, including his escort out of the reunion by hotel security when Jin took the microphone again and tried to place bets on how long Vanessa’s relationship would last and if anyone would end up waking up beside Daniel.
You daydream about your night. Namjoon had fucked you on his bed, the tub, the couch, against the wall, over the desk, and even in the desk chair. It had been hard to say goodbye in the morning. The both of you kept kissing, hugging, promising to call and text before you ran out of time and had to go.
You wonder if you’ll ever see him again.
“Excuse me, Miss?” you look up when you feel a tap on your shoulder. It’s the flight attendant. “You’ve been upgraded to first class. If you’ll follow me.”
Confused, you do as you’re told.
Surely Jimin hadn’t done this? You know it’s something he’d do, but why? What was he up to?
When you arrive at your seat, your neighboring passenger is already in the window seat, looking at the workers getting the bags into the plane and getting ready to direct the pilot.
You look around, trying to spot Jimin.
You find him across and back a row.
“Jimin!” you hiss. Why hadn’t he sat you beside him?
Jimin waves, blowing you a kiss. “Thank me later, babe.”
“What?” you hiss in response as a passenger walks by and you settle in your seat. You take an earbud out of its case and place it in your ear as you open your podcast playlist.
“Oh, this isn’t my seat,” The man beside you says as he gets up after you make room for him. You sit back down once he’s gone and go back to your podcast.
What was Jimin even going on about?
“Excuse me,” A deep voice sounds beside you.
“Is this seat available?” you look up, eyes wide as Namjoon smiles down at you. You gape at him, surprised to see him after you had said your goodbyes this morning and shared a few longing kisses.
“Go ahead,” you say as you rise to let him pass by you and into the seat. He makes sure it’s his before he settles in.
“Funny seeing you here,” he says with a laugh.
“Funnier than you’d think,” You state as you send a knowing look to your best friend, who raises his glass of champagne to the both of you.
“Still believe in fate?” Namjoon asks as he takes your hand in his.
“Yes,” you answer honestly. “But if not, I think Jimin’s got us covered.”
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