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intro: her IX ⤑ knj | m

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞singe dad au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 9k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: soft dom!namjoon like the SOFTEST dom, sub!reader, namjoon has a big cock as usual, detailed blowjob, cum swallowing, namjoon is so fucking soft and gentle and i’m crying, body worship, dirty talk, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, someone explain how these are the only warnings so far and the smut is still somehow 6k already, unprotected sex, once again namjoon is HUGE and they have issues fitting him inside, cockwarming, riding, some REALLY soft sex, first time sex like they’re not virgins but it’s their first time together ygm, creampie, reader cries during sex just like i did when writing this fkn yeet

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: hello my sugar demons!!! I am BACK!!! sorry i went on a weird hiatus but idk my heart wasn’t in it to write but THIS CHAPTER CURED ME ?! I HOPE !! anyway. this chapter is pure smut and there’s absolutely 0 plot so if you’re under 18 please do not read this chapter. skip it completely. that being said, for people who are 18+ and have never read this series you COULD read this as a one-shot but also DONT because the build-up to the point is amazing (or so i've been told) so please check out the other eight chapters. But if you don't want to and only wanna read this then that's cool too.

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The moment you step foot in Namjoon’s bedroom, you feel the temperature rise. Your clammy hands shake almost imperceptibly in his while Namjoon slowly pulls you closer towards his bed. You’ve been in Namjoon’s bed before, you’ve slept in Namjoon’s bed before - but this time, it’s going to be completely different. Almost as if he can sense your nervousness, Namjoon’s eyes soften; his fingers lightly grip your chin and turn you up and towards him. He can see the anxiousness in your eyes and feel the way your body trembles near his.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Namjoon says, his hands moving to trace your side. His touch is completely attentive, fingers slowly massaging your flesh through your clothing. Reflexively, your eyes flutter, a soft whine escaping your lips. His words cause your heart to clench, and you quickly shake your head, your hair following the movement.

“No!” you quickly call out before blushing, your eyes downcast. “I want to. I’m just- nervous,” you breathe out. You feel Namjoon nod above you as his fingers flex and tighten around your hips comfortingly.

“No need to be nervous, Angel; I’ve got you. We’ll take it slow, okay?” Namjoon asks, his lips brushing against the top of your head.

“Angel?” you question, eyes flicking up to stare at him as you pull your lower lip between your teeth.

“Mhmm. My angel, my love,” Namjoon reveres breathily. You find yourself swooning at his words, and your resolve hardens. You want this. Taking in a deep breath, you nod. Then, you look up at him, and your neck strains as you stand on your tiptoes before you’re pressing your lips against the corner of his.

“I want this. I want you,” you whisper as you look earnestly into his eyes. Steeling every single nerve you have, you gather your courage and run your hand down his sculpted chest and towards his clothed length. Namjoon lets out a pained moan as you begin palming him through his shorts. The material of his trousers is incredibly thin, and you can almost feel everything through his boxers. He’s still a little soft, but despite that, he feels huge under your palm.

“Ah,” Namjoon gasps. Then, as one of your fingers runs along the length of his shaft through his clothing, he hisses. Completely taken by how he feels, you find yourself slowly admiring his cock. You can’t see it yet, but it radiates heat through his clothing as it pulses under your touch, slowly hardening. He grows under your touch, shorts just barely tenting as you continue to palm him through the material of his clothing.

“Fuck... Angel,” Namjoon breathes out, his face scrunched up in pleasure. You stare up at him, eyes scanning across his features as your hand slowly curls around his length before pumping up and down. When he lets out a pained groan, his eyes slowly shutting at your ministrations, you find your core clenching. Within the throes of pleasure, Namjoon looks beautiful.

The lighting in his room is low, the soft amber lights glowing just enough to highlight his figure and features. Other than that, the room is almostbathed in darkness, threads of moonbeams that shine through the gaps in his curtain being the only thing keeping the dark at bay. You slowly walk forwards, pushing Namjoon to the bed until he sits down with a slight bounce. Automatically, his hands move to grip your hips, pressing a kiss against the middle of your stomach. His kiss is tender, more tender than you are used to, and once again your heart clenches in your chest.

“Gods I-” Namjoon whispers against your stomach, but he’s cut off when you slowly lower yourself to your knees. His eyes widen slightly, and his hands shoot out to stop you when you’re halfway onto your knees. “Angel, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Namjoon quickly assures.

“I want to,” is your only reply. Namjoon lets out a little groan, his chest rumbling on top of you.

You smile reassuringly at him and lower to your knees completely before pulling his lips between yours, your hands carding through his hair. Your kiss is sweet and gentle, Namjoon’s lips moving languidly in tandem with yours. He’s as sugary as he always is, and you find yourself smiling into the kiss. Namjoon’s arms wrap around your torso, pulling you closer into him as your tongues dance against each other. His cock is hot against your abdomen, and you can feel it throb with each and every each stroke of his tongue against yours. Slowly, you grow impatient, the feel of his cock calling out to you, and you break off the kiss.

Moving down his body, your hands rake up under his top, nails scraping against the smooth flesh as you kiss along the column of his neck. When you hit the collar of his top, your hands grip under his shirt before you tug it hard, wanting it off of him. Namjoon laughs at your impatience, your tongue running all over his collarbones as you lightly nip the skin. Corded arms move to help you undress him until his chest is left naked and exposed. Pulling away from his skin, you lower your jaw.

God, he’s achingly beautiful. It’s not fair.

It’s almost as if he’s a carved out masterpiece. Smooth, dulce de leche skin has your mouth watering, toned muscle rippling under it, and the slight sheen to his flesh has you wanting to reach out and taste him, which is exactly what you do. Your tongue reaches out, swirling around his skin before lightly suckling your mark onto him. The moan that escapes Namjoon’s mouth is addictive, and you want to hear more. You lick down towards his pecks, stopping when your lips scrape against his dark brown nipple. You pull it between your teeth and swirl your tongue around it, smirking when Namjoon hisses through clenched teeth, before continuing your descent down his body.

You can’t help but giggle at the adorable little rolls of his belly, the muscles flexing as you kiss the waistband of his shorts. Running your nose against the strap of elastic, you press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock when it brushes against your lips. Your fingertips hook underneath his shorts and boxers before you slowly slide them down his thick thighs. Namjoon lifts his hips to aid you to shimmy them off of him, his cock popping out. When he’s completely naked, you still.

You had previously thought his torso was beautiful - but now, completely naked? He’s a sight to behold. His arms are braced on the mattress, defined muscle pulled taut as he holds himself up. Your eyes rove down his torso and towards his lower half before you gulp. His thighs are spread wide, and the thickness of them is only exaggerated by the mattress forcing the flesh up. Gradually, your eyes trail up from his thighs to his cock before you swallow thickly once again. You were right, he’s huge. He’d felt large in the small palm of your hand, but standing up right now? It seems almost surreal.

The shaft itself is incredibly thick, and curiously, you reach out your hand to wrap around him, fingers tentatively curling around it. You’re not surprised when they aren’t able to touch. In awe, you begin pumping up and down, completely taken with the way your palm slides over the thick, dusky mauve veins. Dragging your hand up to the angry purple tip, your thumb brushes against his weepy slit, rubbing his precum around the head. Vaguely, you can hear him lowly moan above you, but you’re far too consumed with his cock. When your mouth begins to water, you slowly take him into your cheeks.

“Oh shit-” Namjoon groans. His head falls back as your mouth wraps around the head of his cock, and he revels in the velvet of your cavern around his head. It’s wet and warm and feels so incredibly wonderful that he finds his fingers fisting in his sheets as he tries his hardest not to come undone then and there. Smirking against him, you swirl your tongue around the tip before giving a kittenish lick along the slit. Precum drips out and coats your tongue, the saltiness of his taste heavy on your tastebuds. You groan under him and can’t help but lick his slit again, wanting more of him in your mouth.

“You taste-” you begin before you pop his dick out of your mouth, “so good,” you continue as you lick down the underside of his length. Namjoon laughs above you, one hand reaching out to pet your hair as you continue licking his shaft.

“Yeah, Angel? You like the way I taste?” Namjoon asks, his tone cheeky and eyes dark as they glint at you. With a slight roll of your eyes, you descend down on him again. This time, your mouth sinks further on him, expertly taking him in until the tip hits the back of your throat. Namjoon chokes before hissing as his head falls back, his hand pressing against the mattress so he could brace himself once again. Gone is the mischievous glint in his eyes, and you mentally applaud yourself for having him so fucked out from just your mouth.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Namjoon manages to choke out as you begin bobbing up and down his length. You’re almost unable to take down his entire length - in fact, you only manage about a half. Automatically, your hand wraps around the length of the shaft you’re unable - yet - to take into your mouth. You begin lightly sucking, creating a vacuum effect, while your tongue continuously swirls around any part of the length it can reach and your hand squeezes his shaft rhythmically.

“Fuck- Angel, you feel… hng- so good- you’reso good,” Namjoon reveres, his voice coming out as a laboured whisper. Happy at being able to please him and preening under his praise, you force his cock further down his throat. Namjoon jerks almost violently at the sudden movement of your mouth, and you, yourself, choke. Your eyes begin watering, and you hold yourself there for a few moments.

“____, Angel! It’s okay you don’t-” Namjoon begins, only to be cut off when you force yourself to swallow and take him down your throat, “hnnnng- oh my god,” Namjoon moans through clenched teeth as he feels the silken velvet of your oesophagus gradually encase his dick.

You hold him in the back of your throat, trying your hardest to breathe through your nose before swallowing very slowly and taking more and more of him into your mouth. The way your throat slowly opens around him, the warm, wet flesh pulsing around his cock, has Namjoon slowly losing reigns over the little control he has. His chest begins heaving, and his breath comes out laboured. Your tongue continuously runs along his length, although this time more subdued due to the way his cock splits your jaw open. You begin bobbing up and down, very gently plunging his cock in and out of your throat, his length pulsing almost uncontrollably in your mouth.

“Oh god- no, ___. Fuck, Angel- I can’t-” comes out Namjoon’s stuttered warning. Suddenly, he jerks out of your throat until only his head remains in your mouth, and then he’s cumming. Your eyes widen as you feel the bulbous cockhead pulsate in your mouth, shooting rope after rope of his thick cum into the back of your throat. Swiftly, you suck his cockhead, furiously swirling around the seam of his cockhead as you swallow down his cum. The heat of his semen slowly slides down your throat, and you moan around his cock, relishing in the salted taste.

“Fuck- stop,” Namjoon says, pushing your head off of him when the stimulation gets too much. You release his cock with a pop, pulling away and breathing deeply. He’s completely undone above you, naked and flushed with the most beautiful shade of dusky pink you’ve ever seen. It only serves to look even more tantalising paired with his smooth toffee skin. Pulling your swollen lips between your teeth, you gnaw on them, simply watching Namjoon inhale deeply as he slowly catches his breath and comes down from his high. Once Namjon gets his breathing back under control, he moves his head and looks down at you.

“Come ‘ere,” Namjoon says, reaching out for you. He takes your hand within his before pulling you to your feet. Namjoon’s hands automatically perch themselves on your hips, and he pulls you further between his thighs. Long, dexterous fingers trace along your hips and towards the hem of your top before sliding it up your torso and then divesting you of it. He presses his face against your skin, and you shiver when his lips run along the flesh, his breath fanning your stomach. Then, he’s guiding you to sit on his thighs.

“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” Namjoon says, looking up at you as his hand cups your jaw while his thumb runs over your swollen lips. His words cause your eyes to soften, and you cup his jaw with both your hands before kissing him tenderly. Namjoon’s eyes slip shut before deepening the kiss. Your mouth is filled with both the remnant taste of his salted cum as well as his sugary tongue gliding against yours. Involuntarily, you begin grinding against his thighs, your core completely dewy and hot, aching with the need for him.

Feeling your hot pussy against his naked thigh, Namjoon slowly lifts you off of him before spinning around and laying you down on the bed. Your hair fans out on his pillow, and Namjoon braces himself over you as both his arms cage your body. His lips never leave yours, finding it almost impossible to pull away. Your tongues dance sensually, Namjoon’s caressing yours tenderly as he pours every ounce of his feelings into the kiss. The only reason you both finally pull away is due to the ignited need for oxygen in both your lungs.

With a gasp, Namjoon breaks away, instead, peppering kisses along your jaw and down towards your neck. When his tongue scrapes against the outline of your clavicle you find yourself gasping. His teeth gently nibble your skin, pulling the supple flesh between his plush lips and sucking as he leaves his own mark on you. When he’s sufficiently marked you, he pulls away, admiring the pink flesh that will undoubtedly bruise. Reverently, he places a soft kiss against the mark before angling his neck and kissing the underside of your jaw.

Namjoon shifts his body down so his face is just over your breasts. Brushing his lips over the hem of your bra, Namjoon’s mouth grazes your breasts just slightly. With a groan, you arch into his tender touch. He’s so gentle with you and even more tender with the way his lips ghost every inch of your chest. It’s more affection than you’ve ever received during sex so you have no idea how to act. Instead, you place your hands on his shoulders and look at him curiously.

“Namjoon?” you ask, head tilting in question. Namjoon only hums in response, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your left breast before nuzzling into the soft mound.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” you ask, and Namjoon chuckles against your skin. He buries his face between your breasts, letting your breasts encompass his face as he kisses along your sternum, just above the hem of your bra.

“Mhm... gotta undress you first,” Namjoon replies. You blink before you feel his fingers gently trail along your side and under your back. Aiding him, you arch your back, letting him fumble around with the clasp for a few moments. When he can’t manage to undo the article, he lets out a little groan of irritation. You giggle before pushing him off of you. Sitting up, your arms unwind behind your back, and expertly, you unclasp the bra before sliding it off your arms and throwing it to the side. Namjoon bends over and presses a kiss against your shoulder.

“Sorry - it’s been a long time,” he apologises, his lips ghosting your shoulder as his breath fans your skin. Namjoon’s hand moves to lightly cup your breast, his thumb flicking the nipple until it grows hard under his touch.

“It’s- ah- okay Namjoon,” you gasp, your eyes fluttering at the action. Namjoon pulls away from your shoulder. His eyes darken, gaze flicking all over your chest. You blush under his stare, curling inwards as you cover your breasts from his view. Namjoon’s hand shoots out and grabs your hand before pulling it to his lips. He presses a single kiss against each of your fingertips before laying you back down on the bed.

“Don’t hide from me. You’re so beautiful,” Namjoon exalts, his words barely coming out as a whisper. Your heart trembles in your chest as he kisses his way down your torso. His nose nuzzles the side of your breast before kissing one of your nipples gently. Then his tongue flicks out and laves the bud until it hardens. Your hands shoot out and grip his hair, and you sigh as he continues peppering kisses along your breast before moving to the other one. When he finally feels he’s lavished your breasts with enough attention, he shifts further down - but not before pressing a kiss to the underside of each of your tits.

His hands move down to your hips, fingers sliding under your leggings before slipping both them and your underwear down your thighs. You watch as he kisses his way along the flesh, stopping at your knees. Bending your legs, you let him slip the last of your clothing off of you until you’re left entirely naked. Namjoon presses a kiss to the side of your knee before parting them, his eyes glued towards your exposed core. You blush under his stare and look away slightly, your face heating under his perusal.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you mutter. You want nothing more than to feel him inside of you. Namjoon chuckles before kissing your inner thigh. He’s almost uncomfortably close to your core causing you to shift your hips nervously.

“Stop being impatient! Soon,” Namjoon admonishes, kissing closer to your pussy. You pull your lip between your teeth and worry it.

“But I sucked you off,” you point out.

“Yeah, and now I’m going to return the favour,” Namjoon whispers, his breath grazing your clit. The moment the words escape his mouth, however, you clamp your thighs shut. Namjoon barely has any time to move out of the way before looking at you in surprise. When he notices the nervousness that practically seeps through every pore of your body, he grows alarmed.

“Love? What’s wrong?” Namjoon asks, kissing your knee while soothingly running his hands down the sides of your thighs.

“I- umm… can we just fuck?” you ask, your jaw twitching.

“What? Do you not want me to eat you out?” Namjoon asks, more than curious by what had you so wound up all of a sudden.

“I- I’ve never…” you begin before looking away. Your fingers twist into the sheets, pulling them towards you - almost as if they were a lifeline.

“What?” Namjoon asks, his jaw dropping as he looks at you incredulously. “You’ve never been eaten out?” Namjoon continues, and you swallow thickly before nodding.

“B-But you gave me head! Probably the best head I’ve ever had,” Namjoon compliments, and despite yourself, you preen under his praise.

“M-My ex was the first and only other person I’ve slept with, and he’d usually make me suck him off before fucking me,” you breathe out, your voice almost inaudible. Namjoon freezes, his fingers gripping the side of your thighs tighter.

“And he wouldn’t eat you out?” Namjoon asks while continuing to tenderly massage your thighs. His touch is calming and gentle, the pads of his fingers soothingly pressing against your skin.

“He- He didn’t like going down on me. I asked once, and he said no because…” you begin before trailing off. Namjoon presses another kiss to your knee, shushing you.

“Because?” he gently coaxes. You take a deep breath, your spine shuddering.

“Because he didn’t like the way I tasted,” you finally manage to get out. Namjoon’s face contorts, his features scrunching as he looks at you in incredulity.

“So he just made you suck him off? Did he even bother making you cum?” Namjoon scoffs. It’s supposed to be an offhanded, sarcastic remark, but his words cause you to wince slightly.

“No,” comes your simple reply. Namjoon instantly freezes below you.

“What?”

“He… he never made me cum. Once he finished… he’d just expect me to finish myself off,” you whisper into the dark bedroom. The moment those words leave your mouth, Namjoon’s jaw clenches, and his fingers grip you tighter. The sudden change of touch causes you to turn your gaze toward him. His eyes are dark, his jaw twitching and lips set into a straight line. He’s not happy.

“Open your legs, Angel,” Namjoon commands, with more authority than you’re used from him. Your eyes widen slightly, and you shake your head.

“You don’t have to! Please,” you reply. Namjoon tuts before his fingers move to your inner thighs, prying your legs apart.

“No, I don’t have to - but I want to. Now come on, Angel, be good for me,” Namjoon coaxes. The sheer command in his voice causes you to blush, and instinctively, you part your thighs, wanting nothing more than to please him.

“Good girl,” Namjoon praises with a kiss to your thigh, and you mewl under his words, chest swelling at his praise. Namjoon shuffles further between your thighs, lips brushing over your pelvis. Namjoon places a soft kiss on your clit and the feel of his plush lips against your slightly hardened bud has you arching off the bed.

“Hnng Joon!” you groan, your voice low. Namjoon chuckles, his breath wafting over your heated core causing you to hiss.

“Gods you're so sensitive. You’re so pretty, Angel. I think this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” Namjoon says, and you whine, chest flushing warmer with heat.

“Joonie-” you whine, grabbing one of his pillows and smothering it on your face. Namjoon laughs again, before reaching up and gently cajoling the pillow out of your hands.

“Don’t hide from me, Angel - wanna see you. Wanna see the way you blush when I tell you you have a pretty pussy. Wanna see your face when I eat you out for the first time. Wanna see how you look when you cum on my tongue. Wanna see you when you cum for me over and over again,” Namjoon says before he presses another kiss to your clit.

“Namjoon,” you fluster, and despite the shyness that grips at you, you nod and spread your thighs marginally wider.

“Good girl. Now, lemme make you feel good,” Namjoon says. He shifts his hand from your thigh, his pointer finger circling your clit before running along the slit of your folds. His touch is featherlight, ghosting and caressing your dewy lips with the utmost care. It’s as if he’s adoring, venerating, each inch of your pussy.

“Oh,” you breathe out, fingers clenching in the sheets as he continues running his fingers through your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive. I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t wanna make you cum,” Namjoon says before dipping a finger into you. You both hiss: you from the foreign pleasure and Namjoon from how tight your core grips his digit.

“You’re so tight,” Namjoon says, pushing his finger deeper until the entire length is buried into you. You whine out his name, your own fingers clenching tighter into his sheets before you let out a surprised gasp when thick lips wrap around your clit.

“Oh god,” you cry, eyes scrunching shut. You’d never felt suchpleasure in your entire life, and he’d barely even touched you. Namjoon gently suckles your little nub, his tongue flicking around your nub. You cry out louder, spine twisting off the bed. Namjoon slowly retreats his finger from inside you, watching as ropes of your honeyed arousal cling to the pad of his finger, the rest of the digit coated in a thin film of your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Did sucking me off turn you on that much, Angel?” Namjoon asks cheekily. You blush harder from his words, but the way he sucks his finger, licking up your arousal while staring dead straight into your eyes has your core weeping with wetness. “You taste so good too. I don’t know why he wouldn’t eat you out. Fuck- I can’t get enough,” Namjoon groans before sliding his finger back in you as he licks as a stripe from his finger to your clit.

You bite your lip, your breathing growing harsher with every one of his ministrations. When Namjoon crooks the finger inside you in a ‘come hither’ motion while his tongue whirls around your clit, your hands shoot out and grip his hair. Your fingers thread into his silky locks, while you throw your head back, the crown pressing against the pillow. You writhe on top of him, hips undulating in the slightest motions as he slowly begins pumping the finger in and out of you. It’s more pleasure than you’ve been used to, and you have no idea how to feel. When you’d made yourself cum after all the times your ex had fucked you, it had never felt like this.

“Joo-nie,” you stutter, his name coming out choked, “please- more,” you groan. Namjoon sighs against your folds before you feel a second finger press into you. Your eyes screw shut, and you let out a pained cry as both pleasure and the stinging sensation of him opening you open, grip your being. You feel the two fingers inside you spread your core, Namjoon’s eyes watching as he opens you out. It’s only slightly uncomfortable, your core unused to the stretch, and you let out a soft whine.

Namjoon begins thrusting his fingers in and out, increasing the pace while occasionally curling his fingers inside you. The pumping of his fingers, paired with how his pads brush against the sweet spot inside you every time he curls his digit, slowly has you approaching the edge of your orgasm. Your skin begins flushing, and your flesh tingles almost as if someone was prickling your skin with hot pokers of pleasure. When your thighs begin shaking around his head, Namjoon lets out a groan. The vibrations reverberate around your clit, and you whimper. Suddenly, Namjoon nips at your clit, lightly tugging the nub between his teeth.

The sudden action has you flying off the edge. The knot in your stomach tightens almost painfully, and you wail out his name, your thighs shaking uncontrollably around him. Namjoon feels your soft, silken inner walls pulse around his digit and instantly knows you’re cumming. His eyes flick up, watching the way your chest heaves and you writhe on top of him. Your hips undulate and buck against his face as you ride out your orgasm.

Your back is completely arched off the bed, contorted in such a way he worries you’re going to hurt yourself. He can’t see your face from how far your head is thrown back, but he can see the movement of your throat and chest as you heave for oxygen while continuously wailing out his name. Your skin is heated bright pink, nipples twisting to hardened peaks before pushing further into the air from the way your back arches. He doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful. More than that, he can’t believe your ex had never seen you like this. A part of him feels completely gleeful, knowing that he’s the first and only person that has ever seen you like this - and if he had his way, the lastand only person who would eversee you like this.

“Beautiful,” Namjoon whispers, unable to stop the word tumbling out his mouth. You, however, can’t hear him - completely lost in the haze of your euphoric orgasm. Namjoon presses light kisses to the inside of your left thigh, smiling into your skin as he feels the leg tremble erratically.

Namjoon swallows thickly as he watches a fresh wave of your cum seep out of your core, your walls contracting around his fingers from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Unable to stop himself, he moves his mouth towards your core before pushing his tongue as deep as it can go. The sudden intrusion causes you to jerk on top of him before you moan his name out, louder than you had intended to. Namjoon smiles under you before he begins languidly plunging his tongue inside you with rhythmic motions. One of your hands threads through his silken locks, fisting into his hair as the other moves to your mouth so you can bite down on it and quiet your cries.

“Oh- fuck- Namjoon! Joonie, please- I can’t,” you plead as you sit up and look down at him. It’s almost too much all at once. You’d never had an orgasm that powerful in your life, and the overstimulation was already taking over.

“It’ll fade in a bit, my love. Just wanna taste you. Promised to make you cum on my tongue,” Namjoon says, and his words are slightly muffled by your core. When he pushes his tongue in further, spreading your core with his fingers to make some room, you fall back onto the bed.

His expert tongue darts in and out of you, moving with such agility that you once again question whether it had a mind of its own. He alternates between tensing his tongue and plunging into you before relaxing it and letting it swirl inside your core. With each movement, he collects more and more of your arousal onto his tongue before drinking you down as if he’s a man starved. He finds your taste almost addictive: like it was the sweetest ambrosia gifted to him by the gods themselves.

Gradually, you feel the overstimulation fade until you’re left with just the pleasure of him eating you out. Your skin is heated, covered in a light sheen of sweat from your previous orgasm. The smell of sex fills the air along with the sound of Namjoon’s tongue lazily swirling inside you. It’s almost as if he’s trying to taste every single nook and cranny of your core, his tongue leaving no inch untouched. Your hands fall to your sides, fingers entangling into the sheets.

Namjoon slowly removes his fingers from your core, leaving only his tongue inside. You whine at the sudden loss - though you can’t complain because his tongue moves in ways that his fingers could only dreamof moving - only to mewl when he spreads your folds so he can push his tongue further into you. Retreating his tongue from inside you, Namjoon swirls it around the outside of your core before wrapping his lips around you clit and sucking. The sudden stimulation has you bucking into him, wanting more. You feel his lips curl as he smiles against you before he’s pulling away.

“Do- you- have- any- idea- how- good- you- taste?” Namjoon asks, punctuating each of his words with a soft kiss to your clit. You blush under his words, his eyes staring into yours earnestly. You’d definitely never heard that before.

“God, you’re so wet and so sweet. I could eat you forever. Angel, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen and the sweetest one I’ve ever tasted. I’d happily die here,” Namjoon compliments, and despite yourself, you giggle.

“Well, please don’t. I’ll miss you,” you giggle. Namjoon lets out a little groan, head falling to press against your pelvic bone.

“I don’t understand how you’re so fucking adorable when I’ve got my head buried in your pussy,” Namjoon grumbles, and your eyes widen before you let out a raucous laugh. The sound tingles in Namjoon’s ears, ringing so loudly he finds himself drowning in it. His face softens, his lips curling into a tender smile as he takes in your own bright smile. Your demeanour is completely different from when he first started eating you out: then you were wound tight, anxiousness exuding from you in waves. Now, however, you’re completely relaxed, eyes light and shining in the low lighting of his bedroom as you return your own tender smile.

He lifts his head and pushes his lips back into your folds. Reflexively, your head lolls back, eyes rolling into your skull. Namjoon moves his hands to grip under your ass; large palms press into the soft flesh before he tugs you, pulling your hips further into his face. Darting his tongue out, he begins swirling it all around your pussy once again as he laps up every droplet of your wetness.

“Joonie,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you let him pleasure you in the best way possible. Gods were you missing out. Although, you don’t think Dojae would have even a quarter of the skill Namjoon does.

“I love the way you say my name, Angel,” Namjoon praises, and you preen under his words. Namjoon nuzzles his face into you, pressing kisses against each of your folds before continuing to plunge into you. Your fists curl tighter in the sheets, tugging them as you once again lose yourself in your pleasure. Namjoon brings his thumb to your clit, lightly rolling it under the pad.

“Oh- fuck, Joon,” you whimper, drawing out the syllable of his name. Thrusting his tongue back into your core, Namjoon feels your walls throb around his appendage. Instantly, he knows you’re on the cusp of cumming once again. Languidly, he begins circling his thumb against your clit, applying pressure onto it every now and then. His thumb, paired with the way his tongue laves your insides, has the knot in your abdomen tightening as flashes of euphoria run along your nerves. Involuntarily, your hips gyrate against his face, forcing him further and further into your core as you ride his face.

“That’s it, Angel, ride my face. Make yourself cum. Want you to cum on my tongue so I can taste how sweet you are again,” Namjoon moans against your folds, the vibrators causing you to shiver. When his thumb forcibly presses your clit down, rolling it in tight circles, you feel your stomach ignite. Your orgasm isn’t as strong as the first one. This time, it’s more gentle from Namjoon’s languid actions - but that doesn’t change the complete and utter rapture you feel. You gasp out his name, your toes curling and eyes rolling into your skull while your body quakes over him.

Namjoon helps you ride out your orgasm, your thighs trembling on either side of him. When you begin leaking, Namjoon groans. He wraps his luscious lips around your honeyed hole before drinking down your cum. The sounds are sloppy and wet as he slurps at you. The entire time, he continues twirling your clit under his thumb while his tongue happily laps your core, mouth suckling your centre and pulling your cum into his mouth.

It’s almost too much, and your eyes begin tearing up from the amount of pleasure you’re receiving. You gasp out his name when your pussy starts tingling in pain. Forcibly, you push Namjoon away, your thighs snapping shut and falling to the side onto the bed as your body trembles. Namjoon wipes his mouth on the back of his hand before crawling up to you. Hastily, he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you close into his chest. Your skin feels clammy against his, and the sheen of sweat on both your skin only serves to act as a glue to meld your flesh together.

Namjoon shushes you while petting your hair. He presses lazy kisses against the crown of your head as he holds you, awaiting you to come down from your high. You gasp against him, inhaling deeply as you suck oxygen back into your lungs. When you finally manage to come down from the incredible high of your orgasm, you feel Namjoon’s cock press against your naked thigh, completely hard and fully erect. Lazily, you lift your arm and wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping it up an down.

“Fuck- Angel, don’t do that unless you want me to fuck you,” Namjoon grunts. You giggle before twisting your neck and pressing a kiss against his muscular shoulder.

“Want you,” are the only words you manage to breathe out. Namjoon lets out a hiss before nodding. He lowers you onto your back before climbing on top of you, his arms caging you on either side.

Removing one arm, he braces all his weight onto the other arm. Swiping his hand through your fold, he gathers some of your wetness onto his palm before rubbing it into his cock as makeshift lubrication. Then, gripping the base of the shaft, he runs the head through your folds before finding your core. Taking in a deep breath, you brace yourself as he slowly pushes against your entrance. However, he’s so absurdly thick that, despite how wet you are, it takes a considerable amount of force for him to enter you.

“Ah- Namjoon,” you whimper, hands reaching out and clutching his shoulders tightly as he attempts to sink into you. His head enters you with a pop, and suddenly your core flares with pain from the stretch.

“You’re so fucking tight- are you okay?” Namjoon hisses before stopping, looking at you in worry at the way your eyes are scrunched up. You shake your head and hold onto his shoulders.

“Just- just wait. You’re so big,” you breathe out, panting as you wait for the stinging sensation to ease up. Namjoon bends over and kisses your shoulder, and you appreciate the gesture, but his movement only causes him to sink further into you. You cry out suddenly, and Namjoon freezes at your pained shriek.

“Angel?” Namjoon asks, and you open your eyes. Namjoon’s heart breaks at the tears pooled in them. Swiftly, he pulls out, and you hiss at the sudden loss of him, abruptly feeling empty.

“I’m sorry. Fuck- I’m so sorry love,” Namjoon apologises as he kisses your shoulders over and over again. You shake your head and give him a watery smile as you pull him in for a tender kiss. It’s incredibly soft, Namjoon’s lips moving languidly against yours as he pours out every apology into it. Breaking away, you press a kiss to his cheeks, where his dimples should be.

“It’s not your fault. It’s just been so long - more than a year and a half - and you’re huge,” you reply. Despite your words, Namjoon pouts, eyes slightly downcast.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers. Your heart clenches at his crestfallen tone. Straining your neck, you press kisses against his cheek.

Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind. With a soft smile, you push Namjoon off of you before flipping yourself over. Namjoon looks at you curiously, allowing you to manoeuvre him until he’s sitting down. His back is pressed against the headboard of his bed, his legs stretched out. Throwing one leg over his thighs, you move until you’re straddling him. Almost on a reflex, Namjoon’s hands shoot out and hold your hips. You can feel his cock against your abdomen, thick, hot, and so incredibly heavy.

“Let me ride you,” you say before pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Namjoon reiterates. Your heart soars as you giggle.

“It’s okay. You won’t. If I’m on top I can at least control the pace,” you reply. Namjoon looks uncertain, but the complete certainty in youreyes has him convinced.

“Okay, fine, but if it’s too much, just tell me and we can stop, okay?” Namjoon says before closing the distance and pressing a kiss against your lips.

“I promise,” you reply, your lips grazing his with each of your words. Flexing your thighs, you kneel over him before pressing your folds against his cock. You both let out a hiss, the heat of your cores melding together. Needing more of the friction, you press the length harder against your folds, letting out a low groan when it parts your nether lips.

You begin grinding your core against him, sliding along the length as you wet him in your arousal. With every movement, the head of Namjoon’s cock brushes against your clit, only serving to turn you on more and further coat him in your arousal. Namjoon’s fingers flex on your hips, gripping them harder as he helps you move over him. His eyes are trained on your face, completely enamoured with the way your eyes flutter into a half-lidded state and your mouth circles into an ‘o’ shape as pleasure grips you. When his cock is practically drenched with your wetness and his shaft becomes slippery, you position your entrance over his head once again.

“Go slow, alright love?” Namjoon reminds you. Your eyes snap open before you roll them at him.

“We’ll be fine- I’ll be fine. Now, hush,” you hiss. Namjoon laughs a bit before nodding. Taking a deep breath, you once again brace yourself as you get ready to sink down on him. You relax the muscles of your core as much as you can before you descend on his length. Once again, you feel the head press against your entrance, almost mercilessly. This time, you’re just a little more prepared - and aided by how wet and slippery you’ve made him - so his bulbous head sinks into you easier. The moment his head pops in, you still and let out a low whimper. Namjoon’s jaw clenches, fingers gripping your hips harder as he holds you still above him.

“Breathe, love,” Namjoon whispers. Despite how incredibly transcendent you feel, he knows it’s been a long while since you’ve had anyone inside you and that you’d need time to adjust. More than that, however, he doesn’t want to hurt you. You nod, panting above him.

With another deep breath, you sink another inch, letting out a soft cry. Namjoon hisses, feeling his cock slowly open your walls around him. You’d been tight around his finger, but now your walls have an almost vice-like grip on his cock. Gathering your courage, you continue sinking further and further down on him, stopping numerous times to let yourself adjust. Long, excruciatingly drawn-out moments later, you finally sink down on him to the hilt of his shaft. Namjoon lowly moans, his head falling back and thumping against the headboard.

“Gods, how are you this big? This is impossible,” you groan out, your throat hoarse, and despite himself, Namjoon laughs. He lifts his head and presses a kiss against your forehead before brushing his nose against yours.

“Sorry, Angel,” Namjoon apologises once again. You both sit completely still. He’s so deep inside you, you can almost feel him in your throat. However, as you both sit completely motionless, feeling each other, you can’t help but bask in the intimacy of it all. You have no idea how long you keep him nestled inside you - it’s as if time has come to a standstill for just the two of you - feeling his length pulsate inside you rhythmically, almost as if you can feel his heartbeat. He stretches you out more than anyone has - or probably could, or would - and his shaft is warm inside you.

In fact, you get so lost in how good he feels inside you, that you completely forget the pain and instead pull him in for a kiss. Namjoon lets out a soft sigh against your lips. Your lips move sluggishly against each other, and Namjoon’s tongue darts out to lick the seam of your lips. Granting him access, you part your mouth and allow his tongue to slip inside and curl around yours. Instinctively, your hands run up the corded muscles of his shoulders before your fingers entangle in the hair at the nape of his neck.

His tongue glides against yours sensually, and though the taste of your cum is heavy on both his lips and tongue, his natural sugary sweetness cuts through the heady taste. It’s completely intoxicating. All of your sensations overwhelm you: your pussy rippling around his throbbing cock, the feel of his tongue against yours, his hands on your back. You feel yourself drowning further and further in him, the naturally sweet taste of him coating your tongue - until you find yourself completely at home, encased in everything that feels, tastes and smells like Namjoon.

Your lungs begin aching for oxygen, but you ignore the slight burn, knowing you have time before you have to pull away. In fact, you just don’t wantto pull away. You want to feel his lips against yours forever; you want to keep him buried inside you so you could wholly feel him forever. Tenderly, sensuously, your tongues move against each other, lips pressing so tightly together it’s almost as if they’re fused together. Your torso falls into his, your soft chest flush against his hard, sculpted one.

Skin against skin, mouth against mouth, and with how deep he’s inside you, you have no idea where Namjoon starts and where you end. Your skin practically melds together until it feels like you are one being - as if you and Namjoon are the only two people in the universe and have eternally fused together as one. Your heart flutters in your ribcage, and you’re completely floored by the sheer amount of emotion that wells up in your chest.

Viciously, the need for oxygen ignites in your chest, and you and Namjoon jerk violently as you break the kiss. Your hands untangle from his hair and move to grip his shoulders. Pressing your forehead against his, you both gasp for air, breaths circling the atmosphere and mingling together until you can practically taste Namjoon in the air. Long gone is the pain of him stretching you open, so far into the back of your mind you can’t even remember it, and you’re only left with the pleasure.

Keeping your eyes locked on his, you flex your thighs and slowly ascend off of him until only his cockhead is nestled in your depth. Namjoon exhales deeply but forces his eyes to stay locked on you as you slowly start riding him. Each and every one of your movements allows you to feel every ridge, every vein, and every inch of his length. You’re sure that after this, the feel of Namjoon’s cock would forever remain engraved into the silken softness of your walls.

Slowly, you begin writhing on top of him, your hips swirling and swivelling on his cock. Every now and then your eyelids flutter, completely taken by the sensual euphoria you feel. You’ve never felt like this before - would probably never feel like this again unless it was Namjoon. Hell, you don’t wantto feel like this with anyone butNamjoon. Your breathing becomes laboured, and Namjoon gently begins thrusting up inside you. His motion hits that sweet spot inside of you, and you can’t help but whimper out his name.

“Gods you’re beautiful,” Namjoon reveres, his hands lightly tracing up your sides before cupping one of your breasts in each hand. You moan under his ministrations, revelling in the way his thumbs reverently graze your nipples, his eyes never leaving yours. You both begin moving more urgently, pleasure overtaking every one of your senses. With your foreheads still pressed against each other, you can feel Namjoon’s lips brush against yours with every moan and groan that slips past them. You swallow thickly, feeling closer to him than you have ever felt before.

Goosebumps prickle at your skin, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand upright. Your stomach twists and turns, the knot forming as you gradually feel yourself approach the precipice. Unable to contain yourself anymore, you freely begin whimpering against Namjoon’s lips. Your hips continue squirming against his, his cock hitting deeper and deeper with every one of Namjoon’s little thrusts inside of you. Your skin begins tingling, nerves prickling with the heat of your incoming orgasm.

It’s almost too much - the pleasure, the emotions, and the loveyou feel. Your heart begins palpitating in your chest, beating so hard and fast that your chest begins to ache and the sound thunders, echoing in your eardrums. Almost as if he senses your emotional turmoil, Namjoon releases your breasts. Large palms slide down your arms before taking your hands between his and lacing the fingers through his. You swallow once again, and your eyes sting as you feel your orgasm approach.

“Namjoon,” you breathlessly whisper in warning. Although, you’re unsure whether you’re warning him about your approaching orgasm or the sheer depth of emotion running amok in your chest.

“I know. I know, my love,” Namjoon whispers softly. They’re simple words, and he can’t possibly know what you feel or how much you’re feeling - but it feels like he can.

Namjoon brings your hands to his lips and, gently, reverentially, presses tender kisses into the pads of your fingers. Your breath hitches, chest crumpling at the attentive action. Then, he releases one of your hands and runs his palm along your side before pushing it between your bodies and to where the two of you are connected. You feel his fingers brush against your clit, sweeping over the nub over and over again. The additional stimulus causes you to cry out. You grip his hand tighter, squeezing it as your eyes screw shut, tears finally welling up in them.

“Namjoon- I-” you begin but fall short. You have no idea what to say or how to express yourself, too caught up in the feeling of everything. It’s all toomuch all at once.

“Shhh. It’s okay Angel. You can cum,” Namjoon coos. He pulls you further into him, his lips brushing against your forehead as he continues toying with your clit.

“Ah. AH- AH! Namjoon!” you finally sob. Your peak hits a crescendo, and your orgasm ricochets through you with more force than you expected. Namjoon groans, feeling your pussy ripple uncontrollably around his cock before tightening. Your walls contract rhythmically, and suddenly, his hips still as he begins cumming.

Rope after rope of Namjoon’s cum slowly fills you. His warmth practically burns inside you, coating your walls white and claiming every single piece of you as his. Your throat closes up with the emotions you feel. Bliss. Euphoria. Contentment. Belonging. Love. Home. Your joint climax, along with the emotion you feel and the way Namjoon’s cum warms your insides, cause your senses to go haywire, and suddenly you’re overloaded with stimulus, and everything becomes far too overwhelming. You jerk your hand away from him and press the heels of your palms into your eyes as you begin sobbing uncontrollably on top of him. His name escapes your lips, over and over again, as if it were a prayer - but more because it’s the onlything your pleasure addled mind could think of.

Through the haze of his own orgasm, Namjoon can feel you call out to him, and when he finally comes to, he’s surprised by the sobbing, overwhelmed form of you on top of him. Despite the way his muscles ache, he reaches out to you and gently gathers you into his arms. Namjoon pulls you into his chest, and you find yourself dwarfed by his body as he holds you in his arms. Gently, Namjoon runs his large hands over your back, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck before lazily pressing kisses along your shoulder. Softly, he coos at you, his voice low and soothing as he talks you down from the overpowering high of your orgasm.

“It’s okay my love. It’s okay. I’ve got you. Come on, Angel. I’ve got you, it’s okay,” Namjoon repeats over and over again as he lavishes your skin with kisses. Gradually, the scent of vanilla and warm amber fills your senses. Somehow, his words manage to break through the haze, and your hands leave your eyes, instead, shooting out and holding him. You grip him tightly, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as you desperately cling to him. Namjoon turns his head and kisses your temple as he lets you cry into his shoulder.

“Namjoon. Namjoon, I-” ‘I love you’. The words are at the tip of your tongue, but you just can’t seem to get them to form. Namjoon’s face softens. The words are at the tip of his own tongue, but like you, he can’t bring himself to say them. It wasn’t the right time - not yet, at least. He feels it - knowsit with every fibre of his being - knows that you are it for him. You were the only one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, just like he was sure you knew it - yet neither of you can say it. Namjoon accepts that because, eventually, you would say it - just not now. Not when your emotions were already far too overwhelming.

So, instead, “It’s okay. I know. I know. I’ve got you,” is what Namjoon says.

Slowly, he turns you both over before laying you down gently on the bed. Delicately, he eases out of you, only causing you to cry harder against him from the loss of him inside you. Namjoon knows he should get up and grab a cloth to clean you up, but from the way you’re clinging to him, he knows there’s no way he can do that. Instead, he decides that that can wait till the morning. Right now, you need him more than anything.

He shifts so that he can wrap you both in the covers before gathering you back into his embrace. You find comfort in his arms, your cries slowly calming down as Namjoon tenderly rubs your back. Exhaustion grips at every fibre of your being when your cries finally still. Despite this, however, you continue clinging to Namjoon, refusing to leave his arms. You can hear his heartbeat right under your ear, and slowly, you allow the calming rhythm to lull you to sleep. Namjoon listens to your breath as it slowly becomes deeper. Then, with a smile, he pulls you closer and drifts off to sleep himself.

A/N: God I really didn’t mean to just,,,, flex on y’all with that 9k smut goodness but i guess i just,,, fucking DID. also how do y’all CLOWNS feel thinking he’d be DOM and DADDY during their FIRST TIME smh,,,, nO he’s SOFT n GENTLE n SWEET and i fuckING LOVE HIm. anyway, as usual, pls lemme know what you thought of it!!!