Oppa
A NIGHT AT HOME | NAMJOON VERSION
WORD COUNT: 3,682
warnings: graphic smut, spanking, orgasm denial, daddy oppa kink, ass play
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“What are you staring at?” You chuckled, peering over the book you were reading to meet your boyfriend Namjoon’s gaze. It wasn’t unusual for him to stare, in fact it was rather ordinary. His eyes immediately pulled away from yours, wide with embarrassment as he pretended to work on his MacBook.
“Nothing.” He smiled shyly, his dimples piercing his cheeks in the most breathtaking way.
Despite being together for almost four years, your chest still bloomed at the littlest of things. His dimples, the way he would frown and chew his plump lips when he concentrated, how he could never write something down without ink finding a way to stain his hand. He was the leader of a famous Kpop group, Bangtan - or as they were more popularly and internationally known as; BTS. The two of you met in a small independent bookstore in Hongdae, Seoul. His charismatic charms and shy, sensitive personality won you over in a heartbeat, and you hadn’t looked back since.
Of course he wasn’t always shy and sensitive.
“What do you want for dinner tonight?” He asked, his eyes bright with adoration with a glint of something wild.
“What about takeout?” You smiled, folding the corner of the page and placing the book down onto the coffee table.
“You know I really hate it when you fold my books baby.” He scolded playfully, scooting closer to you on the sofa so he could drape his long muscular arm round your shoulders, his hands rubbing slow soothing circles on the naked skin of your arm.
“I’m sorry.” You peered up at him through long eyelashes, something he would never get tired of seeing. Smiling warmly you rested your head on his toned chest, these kinds of nights were always your favourite. Unplanned, unorganised and private. The two of you had only just moved in together, but the other members were there so often it felt like you barely saw him. Not that you were complaining of course, the other members of BTS were almost as lovely as your boyfriend.
“I’ll forgive you, just this once.” He lowered his head to plant a soft kiss on your temple before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, something he did when he wanted your full attention. Chuckling slightly you pushed him away from you and stood up, deciding to walk over to the kitchen to grab the takeout menus. Namjoon followed of course, his large strong hand planting a firm smack on your ass as he caught up with you, earning a small yelp to escape your lips at his unsolicited action; though you definitely didn’t complain.
“What about pizza?” You turned to face him, takeout menu in hand. He was staring down at you, amusement blanketing his soft features. Taking the menu from your grip he carefully placed it down onto the countertop, clearly disinterested. He edged closer to you, until his toned torso pressed lightly against the curve of your breasts.
“Suddenly I’m not hungry anymore…” He whispered, his hot breath almost burning your neck as he leaned down to pepper kisses across your exposed flesh. Snaking his arms round your body his hands finally settled on your asscheeks, where he kneaded the muscles with his large hands over your jeans, earning a shy smile to tug at your lips.
“Go careful with these jeans Namjoon they’re new.” You giggled, remembering what had happened to your other pair of jeans merely days before. They didn’t call him the God of destruction for nothing.
Pulling his face away from your neck his hungry gaze settled on yours before he cocked his head to one side, a small frown decorating his usually flawless features. “What did you just call me?” He asked with curious narrow eyes, almost offended.
“Sorry…” You mumbled, chewing on your lower lip nervously, you knew how much he hated being called by his name. “Please be careful with my new jeans, oppa.” Namjoon smirked sinfully as he lowered his hands down the back of your thighs, picking you up in one swift motion before carrying you to your shared bedroom. He threw you onto the bed and crawled on top of you, his hands placed either side of your head as though he was caging you from the harsh world outside.
“It sounds like somebody needs reminding of who I am, and what I’m capable of, hm?” He glared down at you with hooded eyes, lust began bubbling inside your stomach at his words; you loved it when he was in this kind of mood. Even though most of the time your sex life was much sweeter and more meaningful than this, Namjoon had always been dominant between the sheets; and the man was good at it too. “What happened to your old jeans baby?” He cooed into your ear before planting wet, open mouthed kisses on the most sensitive part of your neck, knowing it would drive you crazy.
“Oppa ripped them.” You breathed, trying not to give into his electric touch so easily.
“And why did oppa rip them baby?” He continued to scatter lecherous kisses along your skin, moving his lips along to your throat before coming back up to your jaw.
“Because they were in his way.” You moaned softly at the feel of his teeth nipping your flesh, earning a victorious smirk to blanket his features.
He pulled his head away from your skin and pressed his forehead against your own, his brown orbs staring at you for what seemed like centuries before he spoke, his voice low and rich with desire. “Do you remember the safe word baby?” He asked cautiously, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited for the confirmation he needed to continue. You nodded in response, not trusting your voice at a time like this.
Namjoon placed a small chaste kiss on your lips before sitting up and climbing off the bed, he headed over to his wardrobe where all of the toys were kept. You watched curiously as he pulled out the familiar large black box, bringing the entire collection over to the bed. Sitting up on your elbows you carefully observed his hands as they opened the box, revealing your shared dirtiest secrets. He took out a tube of lubricant, a medium-sized purple butt-plug, steel handcuffs and your favourite pink bullet vibrator. Taking the box he quickly tucked it underneath the bed before gesturing for you to sit up completely.
“Strip.” He instructed, and you obeyed.
You pulled your tank top over your head and unclasped your bra, allowing the material to fall onto the bed. Your boyfriends’s gaze trailed up and down your naked torso, a small look of astonishment hidden behind his hungry eyes. He’d always told you that he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world, and it was moments like this where you truly believed him. You lied back down and lifted your hips, making sliding your new jeans and panties off much easier. Before long you laid on the bed completely free from clothes, your core starting to ache with anticipation as Namjoon began arranging the toys on the bedside table.
“Turn onto your stomach.” He ordered, his naturally dominant and articulate voice was enough to make your knees weak.
Following his instructions your rolled over, folding your arms in front of you, allowing you to rest your head comfortably as you waited for whatever was coming. As soon as you were settled into position Namjoon began massaging your thighs, his large hands felt so good against your skin, especially when he was manipulating the muscles with the pads of his thumbs. Eventually his hands travelled further and further up your legs, spreading them apart.
“You’re so good for me baby.” He spoke softly, his right hand moving to your already dampened centre, where he traced agonisingly slow circles lightly against your slit. You pushed your ass up into the air in an attempt to gain more friction from his fingertips, but instead he chuckled darkly and pulled away from your tender core. Whining at the loss of contact you snapped your head round to face him and see what was taking him so long, but your question was soon answered as his heavy hand came crashing down onto your ass, earning you to cry out at the sudden pain, the noise muffled by the pillows as you pressed your head into them. No sooner than the stinging sensation broadened your asscheek he brought his hand down again, smacking the same area of newly sore skin. Continuing to slap the already reddening flesh, he landed four more hits before lowering his face to your rear; using gentle open mouthed kisses to soothe your affliction. “Tsk, so impatient.” He chuckled, rubbing his skilled hands across the pained area as he spoke.
Namjoon had always been that way, simultaneously dominant and possessive yet affectionate and attentive. That was what you loved most about him, despite him having to work away a lot of the time there was never a moment where he wasn’t able to make your heart flutter and panties wet all in one go.
The weight on the bed shifted, you turned to watch what he was doing but he gripped your hair at the scalp tightly, facing you towards the headboard. You tried not to whimper in pain underneath his reigning touch, knowing at this point it would only prolong your suffering, so you remained as silent as possible. Once he was certain you were going to abide to his rules he let go, picking up one of the toys from the nightstand. “Roll over.” He directed. And once again, you did as you were told.
Before long you were laid on your back with your legs spread, Namjoon kneeling centimetres away from your glistening heat. It was torturous to have him so close to you, your body was aching to be touched; more importantly aching for his touch. He carefully placed two fingers at your entrance, collecting your arousal and slowly bringing it up to your clit where he started to rub hard, yet painfully slow circles. You gasped at the sudden stimulation, the swollen bundle of nerves was too sensitive under his expert movements but the pain soon melted into pleasure when Namjoon crouched over you, using his free hand to keep him stationary above your panting frame.
“Tell oppa how good it feels.” He looked into your eyes with a burning appetite, his face lowering just enough to ghost his full lips over your parted ones.
“It feels so-, good.” You whimpered, the slowly building pressure in your abdomen almost unbearable. You wanted more. You needed more. Your hands flew up to his hair where you tugged at his locks, a clear indication you wanted him to apply more pressure to your sensitive bud. Namjoon however didn’t grant your wish, instead moved his fingers slow enough to have your hips buck upward trying to get him to speed up.
“You’ll come when I want you to come.” He murmured before crashing his lips onto yours, your fingers still tangled up in his hair. The kiss wasn’t sweet nor was it remotely romantic but the feeling had your stomach quivering with excitement. Taking your bottom lip between his teeth he sucked at the flesh slightly, before biting down hard enough to make you wince in pain. He smiled into the kiss, satisfied with himself as his tongue found yours, the muscles working together rhythmically as they always had. He tasted sweet like peaches, and you were addicted to the way his flavour overtook your mouth in the most sinful of ways. Namjoon was an excellent kisser, and he was even better at multitasking.
His fingers sped up and added more pressure, winning a drawn-out moan to escape your lips and be swallowed by his. He hadn’t been touching you for very long but you could already feel your high approaching, you pulled his hair tightly towards you to deepen the kiss and were rewarded a low grown ripped from your lovers throat. Withdrawing his fingers from you he pulled back, your arms falling to your sides as he picked up the small pink vibrator, turning it up to the fastest continuous setting before pressing it down hard on your delicate button.
“Oh my-, Fuck!” You cried as you threw your head back into the pillows, your back involuntarily arching as your hips bucked upward. Your peak was fast approaching, your womanhood hot with arousal as Namjoon pushed down harder until it was almost painful. The lower half of your body was a vibrating mess, there was so much pressure built up inside you that you knew you were about to come, your face growing red and beading with sweat.
“You’re such a good little slut for oppa, but you’re not coming just yet.” Namjoon growled, removing the pink toy and placing it back on the nightstand where he grabbed the handcuffs. You were panting for air, desperately needing some friction as the prospect of your high slipped away into the thick air. “On your knees.”
When he decided you weren’t moving fast enough he grabbed your hips hard enough to leave bruises, flipping you over onto your stomach in one swift movement before pulling your ass up to meet his clothed crotch. You could feel his hard length pressing against your burning centre, his denim jeans rubbing against you in the most wonderful way. He gripped your wrists tightly, pulling them behind your back where he handcuffed them in place, leaving your face to fall into the pillows. Once again his strong hand smacked your ass, only this time he hit your other cheek. You moaned into the pillow, the desire to be fucked completely overtaking your body. A small satisfied smile crept onto your lips when you heard his belt buckle, you were finally about to get what you needed.
Suddenly a sharp, white hot pain spread both your asscheeks as Namjoon flattened his belt, crashing it down across your skin. The sensation was almost agonising, you cried into the pillows as he struck you again, this time harder than the last. There was a brief moment of silence, your lover considering if you were okay to continue, but of course you were. He knew you could handle much more than his past partners, he could push and pull and fuck you in any direction he saw fit and you would be able to take it. He threw the belt onto the ground, the sound of his zipper echoed loudly through the room and before you could process what was happening he pushed his girthy member straight inside you, a long lascivious moan leaving both your lips at the feeling.
Without letting you adjust to his size he began snapping his hips in and out of you, his pace wasn’t fast but he ensured he filled you all the way up with every thrust. He’d never fucked you this hard before, each thrust made you scream at how deep he was. Gripping onto your hips he built up his momentum and before long you were a sobbing mess underneath him. Tears escaped onto your cheeks at how rough he was fucking you, but you didn’t care about how much it hurt, only how much you wanted him. “Fuck Y/N… Baby you feel so fucking good round me.” He groaned, nipping your skin when you didn’t respond.
“Mm, ungh-, Fuck-” Was all you could muster, the simultaneous pleasure and pain drowning out any unspoken words. He leaned forward, his toned chest now flush with your back as he continued to fuck you harder than he ever had.
“Do you like it when oppa fucks you like this?” He asked, his voice rich with a deadly cocktail of lust and love. He halted his movements, his shallow breath tickling the side of your face as he reached back over to the bedside table, grabbing the lube and the other toys. “I asked you a question babygirl.” He whispered against your skin before sitting back on his knees, still buried deep inside you.
“Yes.” You managed to choke out, your head spinning from the sensation of his thick length sitting patiently between your clenched walls. Soon enough he began to roll his hips into yours again, much slower than before but his shaft still managed to hit your cervix and graze your g-spot with every thrust. Dazed by euphoria, moaned profanities fell from your lips as you panted for air, the familiar warmth making its return to your abdomen.
Cold liquid made it’s way to your other entrance as Namjoon squeezed the silky lubricant onto your skin, he slowly pressed his thumb to your anus, the new found pressure earning you to whimper quietly as he continued to push it inside. “Does that feel good?” He purred as he stretched both of your entrances, the sensation almost intolerable.
“M-Mhm.” You groaned, face still buried deep into the pillows as he began to pump his thumb in and out of you, in sync with the timing of his thrusts. You knew you wouldn’t last long like this, he was pushing you to the very limit of sanity each time he pounded into you. Suddenly his thumb disappeared, leaving your body tingling with anticipation knowing exactly what was coming.
Slowing down the motion of his hips he spread your cheeks, carefully pressing the purple plastic toy into you. A guttural moan clawed it’s way out of your throat, every part of you now filled up to the maximum. With the plug stationary inside of you Namjoon quickened his pace, his throaty curse words thickened the air along with groans sounding similar to your name. You couldn’t breathe or see straight, you were lost in a fiery haze of desire, the heat in your stomach gradually burning your insides with every firm thrust from your lover.
Namjoon pressed the speedy pink bullet against your swollen bundle of nerves again, earning you to scream into the pillow as he continued to fuck you mercilessly. “Tell oppa how good it feels.” He growled, his pelvis smacking against your ass forcefully as he thrusted harder.
“It feels-, so… Good.” You cried out, your shoulders starting to ache from the position you were in. As though he read your mind Namjoon removed the handcuffs and sweetly kissed your sore wrists. He pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back, ensuring that the butt-plug remained deep inside you. His face lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw just how breathless and needy you were, his dimples piercing his cheeks as he grinned uncontrollably. He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself into you with one quick thrust before throwing your legs over his shoulders, kissing your calves gently.
His thrusts were still deep and rough, his pace wavering slightly signalling he was close to his high. You squeezed your eyes shut and concentrated on the paradise your boyfriend was giving you, your body beginning to twitch and jolt as your orgasm quickly approached. Seconds later Namjoon pressed the bullet against you again, only this time the vibration setting was much slower as it tortured your core. “Please…” You panted, sounding desperate.
“Please what?” Namjoon smirked, pushing himself further into you. Your toes curling as your peak threatened to escape.
“Please, let me come oppa.” You whined, opening your eyes briefly to lock with his. He knew you wouldn’t ever beg him unless it really was insufferable, perhaps he took it too far this time. And just like that the vibrations sped up, his thrusts sped up, everything sped up. The headboard smacked against the wall rhythmically as Namjoon brought you to your high, adding more pressure to the toy pushing against your clit. Arching your back you screamed in bliss as the wave of pleasure washed over your body, your walls tightening round the lengthy member still embedded deep inside you.
“Fuck, Y/N! Shit-, baby.” Namjoon moaned as he also reached his high, messily riding out his own orgasm as he came inside you. His movements slowed and he threw the vibrator onto the floor somewhere, carefully bringing your legs down onto the bed as he pulled out. Your mixed arousal began to leak out of you, earning a soft groan of distaste to escape your lips.
“What is it?” Namjoon asked between breaths, his voice shaking from the physical exertion and laced with concern.
“Where’s the cloth?” You asked with closed eyes, referring to the old cloth you used to clean yourselves up when you couldn’t quite walk to the shower yet.
“We used it last night so I put it for wash this morning, I’m sorry baby.” He chuckled, pulling his t-shirt over his head and off. “Here…” He said, using the article of clothing to clean you both up.
Sleep threatened to envelop your conscious mind but the sound of laughter quickly brought you back to reality. You opened your eyes to see your naked boyfriend stood at the bottom of the bed, discarding of his day clothes as he searched for his pyjama bottoms. “What’re you laughing at?” You asked, your voice small and still trembling slightly.
“Nothing.” He smiled, his eyes shining with affection. “I just haven’t seen you this fucked out in a while.” He admitted, a sense of pride noticeable in his raspy voice. He pulled on his favourite navy blue Ryan pyjama bottoms and laid down beside you, shamelessly admiring your naked frame.
“Stop looking at me like that.” You smiled, burying your face into the pillows as your cheeks heated with embarrassment. He pulled your body closer to his, resting your head on his bare torso before you shot up and off the bed quickly, eyes wide in realisation and shock.
“What’s wrong baby?” He lifted himself onto his elbows, a brief flash of panic spread his smooth features.
“There’s a plug in my ass.”