Synopsis: He hasn't seen you since you two were kids, but here you are, in that tight little dress. Swaying your hips against him. Let him have one night, just one night to make you his.
song of the day: in the closet by: Michael Jackson + Are you even real by: Teddy swims & Giveon
w.c: 1,475
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a/n: enjoyyy 🫶
Namjoon might be dreaming, that's what it felt like. His ears were buzzing from the music blasting in the club. The drunken bodies pushed up against him, but as he tunes them out he notices you. Your ass pushed up against his as you two grind your bodies together to some R&B song that was playing through the speakers.
This should feel wrong. He shouldn't be doing this. But when it came to you, his actions didn't matter. His thoughts didn't matter. Not when you look so gorgeous under the neon lights. Not when your ass is rubbing against his black jeans. Not when he smells strawberries from the perfume you're wearing. Not when his body is reacting before his brain.
"Joonie." He feels your breath against his ears, the sweet strawberry perfume smells intoxicating. He places his hands on your waist and he lets out a hum. "Let's get out of here, hm?" You say to him, you lean back a bit so he could look at you. Namjoon feels his heart stop. Fuck. You looked more gorgeous, the way you bit your lip, the way your eyes looked glossy as you waited for his answer.
He'll be an idiot if he said no.
With a nod you two walk out together of the club. He pats his pockets to find his car keys once you two get to his truck. Once he unlocks the door he helps you in, putting on your seatbelt and the placing a kiss on your forehead before shutting the door to your side and going to the driver side.
The drive felt like an eternity once he pulls up to his apartment, and when you two get inside his apartment he feels your lips on his. Namjoon doesn't remember when you push him down against his bed or even when the back of his legs hit the foot of the bed before you are crawling over his body. Straddling your legs beside his thin hips. You roll your hips slightly as he kisses you, his tongue fighting against yours and the little deep tiny breathes you let out once he starts to rock his hips against yours too. You pull your lips off of his before sliding down in between his legs, your fingers work on his pant button, forcing it off and you reach for his waist to pull his pants off. Namjoon lifts his lips up helping you pull them off. He looks down at you, his eyes slightly dark as he watches you place your right hand on the band of his underwear to also pull them down.
A soft gasp leaves his lips as he feels your warm palm around him then a grunt as you roll your thumb on the slit. He felt like all of his senses were on fire. "Fuck. Good girl." His voice sounded rough as he praised you. That simple praise makes your panties stick to your folds. And when you bring your mouth down his shaft you feel his body tension, his hand moves to your hair gripping it slightly as he pushes it down so that you choke slightly around him.
One thing about Namjoon he wasn't small, in fact his dick was long, and thick. His girth could barely fit inside your pretty little throat even if you forced yourself too. His hips slightly tilts as you start to move your head, your hands pumping the parts you can't reach. Deepthroating him relaxing your jaw as you give him the greatest head he has ever had. "F-Fuck your mouth feels like heaven doll." He groans out as his eyes squeeze shut. You feel his hips start to move causing him to thrust into your mouth and you let him.
Spit trails down your hands and the side of your mouth as you keep moving your hands around him. Each twist, each thrust, namjoon feels like floating. He can feel his breathing coming heavier. "Doll, keep going I'm gonna cum." He moans as the grip of his hand tightens around your hair. With one final thrust he cums down your throat. You swallow it and pull off of him.
You don't remember when Namjoon pulls your panties off or do you remember him pulling you back down on his lap until you feel his dick rubbing against your sticky folds. You roll your hips against him, closing your eyes as you rub against him. Slick sounds fill his bed room, and a moan leaves your lips as his tip rubs against your clit making your legs shake a little. Your body shivers at the feeling making Namjoon grin as he watches your body react. You lift up slightly, grabbing his dick again to line it up with your entrance. "You sure you don't want me to prep you?" Namjoon voice stops you from moving as you look up at him. His eyes are blown out, his usual dark brown eyes are darken, his black hair is sticking to his forehead. He looks so more fucked out then you, like he's been waiting for this for years. "I'm wet enough." You mumble to him and give him a small smile as you slide down slowly. A gasp leaves your throat as he stretches you open. Your hand grips his shirt as you take him inch by inch.
Namjoon free hand trail in between your bodies as he rubs your clit helping your body relax a bit as you slide down deeper. Once you bottom out he uses both of his hands to grip your hips and you bend forward to put your lips on his. A low moans leaves your lips as Namjoon forces his tongue down your throat. With his hands he starts to move your hips slightly, and the trail his right hand up your spine, to your hair and grips it as you grind down against him.
'You don't normally do this.' Is what your brain is screaming as you let Namjoon thrust up, a whimper leaves your lips against his as you try to slam down your hips against his. It's like tug of war, you grind, he moves his hips up, you can't even remember the last time sex for you has been this slow.
Namjoon leans his head back slightly, his lips swollen matching yours. Before you can even open your mouth Namjoon grips the back of your head before he starts fucking you himself. Your mouth opens and you feel your eyes roll back as he moves his hips up harder, faster. His balls hitting your ass cheeks. "S-Sir! Oh fuck right there!" Namjoon could literally cum just from your voice.
A groan leaves his lips and he leans forward to kiss the base of your throat. You could feel your legs shake as you too start to move your hips faster. "Good fucking girl, fuck this feels so good doll." Namjoon grunts as he grips both of your ass cheeks and pulls them part to help you bring your hips down.
"Shit. Gonna cum." You gasp out as you feel your body start to get hot. "Fuck. Do it doll. Come for me." And you do. Your orgasm hits harder than you expect it too. Creaming around his dick, clenching around him making namjoon come after you. A loud squeak leaves your lips, not expecting him to come after you. He groans and digs his nails into one ass cheek, his legs going still before his body stops moving from the after shocks.
"Don't..don't say anything." You hear him mumble making you giggle a little and you stare up at him. It was the first time you have ever actually looked at him the whole night. The alcohol gone from your brain, making it less foggy. Fuck. His honey golden skin sparking in sweat, his thin plumped lips are smudged with your lip gloss. As your eyes trail down his body you can see his collarbone peaking through his black shirt he had on still.
"Are you seriously checking me out right now?" Namjoon says with amusement once you jump slightly. "Maybe." You mumble blinking as you look back up at him. "So..does that mean that your mind?" He questions making you roll your eyes at his question.
