Oh god. Namjoon imagines😭 be still my beating heart. Imagine if. You could just make out like horny teenagers who dry hump on the couch for hours because you can. And because those lipssssss😭😭😭
Ahh! Those were the days. How I wish I can go back to that. MEMORIES!
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The summer holidays after a hard semester were always a great excuse to be with him. After months of being apart at different Universities and only having MSN for chatting a few times a week, time together was precious. With his parents at work and your shifts at the local convenience store, it meant you had some downtime to spend with him during his study breaks.
The sofa in the study is old, floral and been in the family since he was young. Going threadbare at the arms from what you assume would be movie nights and not your fingertips holding for dear life. Although the faint ripping of threads would suggest so.
Even with the window open and a gentle breeze floating into the room, the air between you is thick and heated. Warmer than the temperature outside. The sweat beading on your chest as you writhe in your jeans. Your feet pushing into the seat cushion searching for friction when you push up to his hips.
He tastes like the strawberry ice cream you bought from the store. Joon’s tongue explores your mouth occasionally as he continues to kiss your swollen lips. His eyes peeking at you every so often as he beams a smile at you. His forehead touching yours as his eyes roam your body, the sneaky glimpses of your chest through the gaps in your vest. Eyes returning to yours, before lips and eyes once more. He rolls his plump bottom lip between his teeth, enjoying the taste of you that remains before sinking into kisses once more.
You reach for the hem of your vest breaking the kiss momentarily and throwing it behind you. Joon kneels between your spread legs taking in your exposed skin for the first time. Although you’re still in your sports bra, he’s never felt closer to you than at this moment. Giggling slightly as you watch him worry his lip, you reach for his tee encouraging him to do the same which he does quickly, throwing his tee alongside yours. Skin dewy from the heat and he continues to lean back watching you wiggle to comfort underneath him.
Joon has been nothing but patient and understanding. Waiting on you to show him you’re ready for the next steps. Which is why you trust him completely, and although you’re not ready for anything more yet you’re ready to offer him a little more intimacy.
You sit to meet him tracing your fingers over his exposed skin tickling the sensitive areas while you explore him for the first time. He seems nervous to touch your skin, worried he may break you but does so anyway placing a hand gently on the small of your back to pull you against him. You gasp at how nice it feels, how comforting, warm and intimate it is to be against one another.
He reaches for your chin angling it towards his lips, more tender than the previous onslaught. Joon’s plump lips pressing so lightly that it’s like he’s testing you, waiting for you to pull away… but you don’t. You sink into it. Leaning backwards hoping he’ll follow.
His body lies tight to yours on the sofa. Skin against skin. Lips on lips. Joon’s hands gently caressing every inch of your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake and you arching into him.
His firm need still in the confines of his jeans as he rests it against your clothed ache, grinding tastefully against each other as denim rubs against denim.