#just him shirtless sweaty and panting shamelessly fucking his fist imagining he's in me imagining how i'd feel bouncing on his dick

[copiawife]

thinking about copia jerking off while thinking about me ;w;

[angelguk]

→ bad behaviour 02 — a namjoon scenario

member: kim namjoon

word count: 3.9k

genre: established relationship + smut + fluff + college!au

warnings: this the first time this couple fucks but no one’s a virgin / namjoon has a massive dick / size kink / unprotected sex / creampie / slight dom!namjoon / multiple orgasms / oral sex (fem receiving) / brief mutual masturbation / this is isn’t the conclusion of this relationship there’s still a parents!au coming i was just horny for namjoon

soundtracks: lost in japan, shawn mendes +  ラビリンス, mondo grosso 

Namjoon looks good with his head between your thighs. It’s a strange thing to note, especially when his warm wet tongue is pressed flat against your cunt. When he drags it upwards, swirling your slick along your folds, you can’t help the tremor that echoes through your thighs. He’s got his nose nudging against the apex of your cunt, breath soft as he licks you open. The fire in your gut blazes at a dangerous heat, but you don’t pull away. Can’t really, even if you wanted too. His big firm hands pin you to mattress, trapped for his pleasure.

“Namjoon-” Your breath hitches in your throat because he’s slowly dipping tongue into your hole. Toying with you with that wild glint in his honey eyes. He hums against you, plush rose lips shiny with your slick. It’s dripping down his chin but he makes no move to wipe it off when he pulls away from your core. Something heavy settles deep inside your gut when he looks at you like that, mouth covered in your need.

“Yes, baby?”

Your walls should not clench so desperately at that pet name. But they do, because it comes from Namjoon’s lips.

“C-could you use your fingers?” You don’t know why you stammer, but Namjoon makes you nervous in a way you can’t describe. Some primal part of you wants to just be good for him, take the teasing and toying you’d quickly learnt Namjoon preferred in the bedroom. But your thighs keep quivering every time his tongue swipes across your cunt and you know you’re close. It would be nice to cum around his large fingers - or something else.

That realization hits you so hard that your head falls heavy on his thick comforter. You’re left blinking at his popcorn white ceiling as he peppers kisses against your thighs. When his tongue swirls around your clit you jolt back to reality, the reverie of Namjoon’s thick cock splitting you open disappearing back into that dark crevice of your mind. He sucks around it hard, the tip of his tongue flicking smart little licks against the sensitive bud, until your blubbering expletives into the heavy air.

“Namjoon please -” You’re squirming under his hold, the lewd squelches from your gushing cunt sonorous in his room as he spreads you open with vigour. It’s a good thing Hoseok wasn’t home. He’d looked at you funny the last time you came over and your stay had ended with Namjoon’s face buried deep between your legs. Namjoon had told you to ignore it but you know how loud you get when he eats you out. You can’t even imagine the sounds he’d pull from you with that thick cock of his. 

“My baby wants to come on my fingers? Huh?” You nod shamelessly, though the aching in your core suggests you want more than that. “Then you better be a good girl and cum on my tongue first.” He’s deep in your hole again, nose bumping against your clit with every erratic jerk of your hips, Your grip on the sheets is death-like and your heart thumps dangerously in your chest. You can feel it coming, that tip over the edge that threatens to shatter you into pieces and mould you back together again. The dig of his fingers in your hip is aiding to that rush too. He feels so fucking huge and you want desperately want him to pin your down and fuck you into the mattress until you’re crying from how big he feels inside you. 

It’s that image that sends your tumbling over the tip, your toes curling from intensity of the wave of pleasure that comes crashing down on you. You drown in it, whining when Namjoon doesn’t give you a moment to breath. He keeps his mouth on you, lapping up your release with greed.

“Holy shit.” It’s the only coherent sentence you can muster. You’re pretty sure you bit your tongue when you came. It feels numb in your mouth.

He laughs at that, the deep chuckle vibrating in your chest. “Still want my fingers?”

“Is that even a question,” You mutter back, eyes flickering downwards when Namjoon shuffles onto his elbows. He sits up a moment later, that’s when you notice how flushed his skin is. His lips glisten with your release and makes your insides flutter. He’s shirtless, like you are, muscles flexing beneath his golden skin, but you’re naked on his sheets while he’s still got on his stupid grey sweats that lead to this predicament. You should expect the dark wet patch across his crotch but the sight still sends you reeling. It’s wild to think that you have that type of effect on him.

He catches your gaze but he doesn’t shy away, a large firm hand slipping under the band of his sweats. You watch him rearrange himself with a buzzing beneath your skin. There’s already a flame igniting in your gut from the small action. Namjoon smiles hard, those dimples of his sending your resolve right out the window.

“Want to suck me off instead? I can make you cum again later.” He’s got a hand resting on his sweats, waiting for you to say something.

“Yeah, sure. You got condoms?” He wasn’t expecting you to say that. And neither were you, if you’re being honest with yourself. But you can’t hold yourself back any longer. You’d spent enough time getting to know each other by now. And you could still get to know Namjoon with his dick buried deep inside you.

“Huh? Yeah, I do? Why?” He’s blanking, cheeks turning a pretty shade of rouge. 

“Why? Namjoon, babe.” It takes him a moment to catch on. You can’t help but smile when he blinks hard at you again.

“You want to - are you sure? You want to?” His sounds dubious but his eyes glitter with want.

“Yeah. Only if you want to, of course.” You don’t know why you sound so timid, maybe it’s hesitation in his eyes. Namjoon falls silent for a moment, head tipping backwards with his eyes shut. The silence is louder in your head and suddenly you feel overexposed, the bareness of your skin and your blatant request heightening your vulnerability . Your legs close involuntarily as you struggle to find the words that will bring back the easiness you’d distrubed when you’d blabbered your desires. 

But then Namjoon is on you, mouth working your own open with a desperation that you’ve never felt from him before. You fall apart beneath him with ease, heart on display for him with how easily he knocks your legs apart to make room for himself. Your hands paw at his skin, nails dragging along his back when his tongue slips into your mouth. He tastes like you and it makes your heart swell. The love you feel threatens to escape from your chest. When you break apart, Namjoon’s staring at you intently. You ache to push his mouth back against your own but you give him time to recover, collect the words you can see swimming behind his caramel eyes.

“You’re absolutely sure?” He settles for that instead, but you feel like he’s asking a lot more with that question.

“Yes.” It’s a whisper in his room, one that crumbles the tension in the air.

“Stay it,” He mutters, nose bumping against yours. “Say what you want me to do.”

You fall quiet at that, hands still on his skin as he lowers his crotch against you. You can feel him twitching along the span of your stomach, the damp patch on his sweat pants clinging to your own sweaty skin. He feels massive above you, every flex of the muscles in his broad back sending a tingle to your core. You like how tiny you feel underneath him, caved in by his overwhelming presence, safe in his arms.

You swing your legs around his waist, stomach flipping with he groans gently against your ear. “Namjoon, I want you to fuck me.”

“You’re going to kill me,” He mutters into your skin. But then he’s breaking away before you can muster up a retort. His sweats come off in a flash, cock bouncing from how hard he tugs his pants off. The tip is dangerously red, shiny with precum that slides along his length. Sometimes you forget how well-endowed Namjoon is. But that’s impossible to do now that you’re facing the reality of that being deep inside you. Your brain nearly short-wires from the mere thought of it.

It actually does a moment later when Namjoon fists himself, pumping quickly along his thick length until there’s another spurt of slick spilling from his slit. His hand is huge but his dick still looks threatening in his grip. You can already feel the stretch phantom of it already, walls clenching with anticipation. The sheets feel damp underneath you. It’s only then that you notice the slick dripping from your cunt.

“You need to finger me.” It’s not something you want but you do need to prep yourself before Namjoon even attempts to fuck you. But then something clicks in your brain. “Or you could watch me finger myself?”

Namjoon’s hand comes to an abrupt halt, cock twitching in his palm. “Yeah. Yeah I could do that.”

It takes you a moment to rearrange yourselves on his bed. You’ve got your legs spread open for his view, fingertips playing with your wet entrance. You can feel his eyes on your skin, core blazing with how his gaze stays steady between your thighs as his hands trail along his length. Your folds are shiny with your slick. It makes him crazy, how pretty your pussy is.

“Two,” He states. You comply because two of your own is technically one of his anyway. There’s a slight burn from the intrusion, but you work your fingers deep inside you regardless, pumping harder when Namjoon swears softly under his breath. The angle isn’t the best and your clit is sorely neglected but you could care less. Namjoon is watching you like you’re a deity, eyes hooded like he’s ashamed to watch you but there’s an ardour there like he can’t bare to look away either. You don’t know where to look too, enraptured by the way his hand steadily slides around his cock, a sharp jolt echoing in your core when he tightens his fist around the tip. You crave those hands on you, inside you, ruthlessly working you open. Namjoon sighs when you add a third, heady from how wet your fingers are when they reappear from your cunt. You don’t know if you can add a fourth but you’re curiosity is piqued. It makes you imagine whether you’d ever be able to take four of Namjoon’s - or maybe his entire fist. 

You tuck that thought away for later though.

“God, you’re beautiful.” It’s a sentiment you don’t expect to hear, especially when you’ve got three fingers deep inside yourself and it cuts sharply through your fantasies. But Namjoon says it with such sincerity that your heart bursts, walls involuntarily squeezing around your fingers. It’s not even sexual but your body reacts like that regardless. He’s got you wrapped around his fingers and he doesn’t even know it.

“Don’t say things like that,” You chastise, trying to hide the effect he has on you. Namjoon watches your fingers fall from your cunt.

“Why not? You are beautiful.” He’s leaning forward before you can wipe your slick swiftly against his sheets. There’s another burst in your chest when he takes your hand and slips your fingers into his mouth. He cleans them with his eyes locked on yours. You feel the roaring in your head everywhere. You don’t know what to say when he’s done, mouth slightly agape. Namjoon does though, and he’s in your space again, a hand cupping your jaw as he peppers kisses across the hollow of your neck. You fall back onto the mattress without thinking, body moving in tune with Namjoon’s as he nudges your legs open once again. This time though, you’re both naked. 

“So beautiful,” He says, large palms coming to slide beneath your thighs. You’re small again, in a cocoon of Namjoon that you never want to escape. “Can’t believe I get to have you like this. Can’t believe you’re mine.” Do you shiver from the words or from the graze of his fingertips against your nipple, you don’t know. But you do know that your brain is melting in your head, the heat from Namjoon above you fueling the dangerous fire in your gut. “My baby. God, I love you.”

You can’t say it back. You don’t know what words are anymore, every fiber of your being consumed by the overwhelming love you feel for Namjoon. But he must see it in your eyes though, when you look at him because he pauses as draws closer to your lips. There’s that silence again, but it’s not filled with uncertainty. It’s filled with something else. Love, surety, adoration. You can’t pinpoint it. You just know it’s there. 

When he kisses you, you feel it there too. In the way his mouth his soft on yours, coaxing little moans from your throat as his tongue slides against your own. You let him have everything in that kiss, every desire and urge, every worry and fear, and all the joy you feel too. Namjoon takes it, controlling the kiss gently, holding you down with tender hands. You know then that he’ll take care of you. And that’s all you really want. It’s all you ever need. 

Your mouths are wet with each other when you part. You steal another kiss before Namjoon can get away, your bones melting when he groans deep into your mouth.

“Let me get the condom,” He mutters, when you finally let up. It takes a split second to decide you could go without it.

“I’m clean. And on birth control.” He doesn’t say anything, just a brief moment where you can see his brain working behind his eyes and then his body is flat against yours. You huff in his crushing hold, a giggle trapped in your throat.

“Do you want me to die?”

“Death by pussy sounds like a good way to go,” You retort, digging your elbow in his ribs until he props himself up. He rolls his eyes at that, but there’s a glimmer of a smile on his face. 

“The things you do to me.” You’re about to share sentiment when Namjoon suddenly gets on his knees, dragging your closer to him as he does so. You don’t miss how his hard cock grazes your thigh with that motion. Your cunt feels incredibly empty. Thankfully Namjoon doesn’t prolong it any longer, spreading your legs as far apart as they’ll give, his hands splayed against the back of your thighs nearly gripping your ass. You squirm when you finally feel the tip of length trail along your cunt. When he settles at your core, you can’t help but fist the bed sheets. He feels massive, and he’s not even inside you yet. You know he feels you tense up because Namjoon pauses, concerned eyes on you.

“This okay?”

“Yes. Can you please fuck me now?” You don’t mean to add that edge to your voice but the temptation of having Namjoon so close was starting to overwhelm you. His eyebrow raises at that, before they settle and a look flickers across his eyes. 

“You want my cock that bad, huh?” You dislike the way he exposes your desperation. But then there’s a press against your cunt and Namjoon is sliding in deep. “My baby will get what she wants then,” He says, but his teeth are gritted. 

Even with the help of your fingers, you’re still tight around his dick. There’s a still resistance as he slowly thrusts forward. It’s a lot to take in. For the both of you. Namjoon’s massive, splitting you apart with soft shallow thrusts that leave you shaking in his arms. And you’re such a snug fit around his cock that it takes everything in Namjoon for him not to blow his load right there and then. The sounds you’re making aren’t helping his cause either. They travel right to his gut those little gasps that float from your pretty mouth. It makes him want to haul your legs higher, fold you right in half and fuck you until you can’t even speak. But he hold himself back, weary of the way his thighs tremor with the promise of his orgasm, and shifts himself slowly into you.

You groan when his balls finally met the curve of your ass. You can feel every thick inch of Namjoon inside you. It’s slightly uncomfortable but you know that’ll fade away the moment he picks up his pace. You’re heady when you finally glance at him, eyes lingering on his happy trail, until they taper down to where his skin kisses yours. It sends a strange thrill through your body, the fact that you’re joint like this. Namjoon’s eyes are on you too, but it takes you a moment to recognise how still he is.

“You can move,” You mumble, wiggling slightly. Somehow you sink further on his dick. But then Namjoon grips your hip hard.

“Don’t move.”

Oh. Oh.

His skin is flushed, gold tinged pretty rose. Even his breathing is harsh. He’s holding himself back. Your walls clench on their own accord and the glare Namjoon sends you just makes you squeeze around him tighter.

“I would appreciate,” He rocks his hips into you. Hard. “If you listened.” His eyes flicker to the way your chest bounces when he drives his dick into you. It’s an observation that’s going to feature in all his future masturbation sessions. You open your mouth to snap back at him, but Namjoon takes the opportunity to draw himself out and slam into you hard. His vision blurs when he feels the way your walls adjust to his dick, like your cunt was made for him. The squeak you let out mortifies you. It’s a sound you never knew you could make but Namjoon is set on hearing it again. His hips move faster now, picking up a pace that makes you feel like your guts are being rearranged. You doubt they’ll ever feel the same again.

“That’s it baby,” He groans out, when he finally fucks a whine from your lips. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby. Gonna ruin this tight little cunt. Is that what you want? Huh?” You can’t think, nerves moulding together from how deep Namjoon drills himself into you. There’s a slight curve in his cock that makes the tip nudge against that spot in your walls. He picks on that small detail when your back arches off the bed after one particularly harsh thrust. It takes one swift shift of your legs and suddenly Namjoon’s got you folded in half, split neatly on his dick as he drills you into the mattress. 

“Answer me,” He hisses, when you clench hard around him. “Shit - is this what you wanted?”

“Fuck yes,” You manage to groan out, pleased when Namjoon fucks you a little harder. “Wanted this. Needed this. God why is your dick so huge - fuucckk!” His hand is suddenly on your clit, sharp precise flicks that send stars to our eyes. It happens so quickly that you momentarily shut down from how fast it overtakes you. Your legs quiver with every thrust, walls squeezing his dick as your body tenses. Namjoon watches you with dark eyes, forcing down the coil that threatens to snap in his own gut. He could stay like this forever, your cunt dripping and tight around him. You’re so warm and welcoming for his dick that he can’t help but push himself deeper, fingertips relentless on your clit until your swipe them away with a wrecked cry. He decides then he wouldn’t mind dying like this at all, your walls milking him for all he’s worth.

You feel like you’re being made anew, ripped open only to be sown together again by his hands on your skin, marking you with remnants of his presence. The sutter of his hips against your own draws you down to earth once more. He’s close and you let him hike your hips up further, fold you so that his cock sinks deeper into your gut. He drills your with fervour, like he’s chasing something he’s afraid will disappear. The imprint of his mouth against the curve of your neck makes his desperation palpable. It makes the air heavy on your own tongue. You don’t say anything, can’t really. Namjoon fucks you brainless, firm body quivering beneath your fingertips every time your walls clench tightly around him. You revel in it, the rapid panting against your sweaty skin as his hips piston you into the sheets. There’s a tinge of pain from your sensitivity but it’s washed away by the steady drag of Namjoon’s cock inside you. It’s a different kind of stretch, one that hints that you’ll feel sore and hollow when it’s over. But that’s just another incentive for him to fuck you into the sheets again. And again. Until you feel him there forever. 

You coo in his ear as he nears his high, whispering sweet nothings that make him latch his mouth onto your neck. There’s a wildness in his thrusts now, and the loud sound of your skin meeting fills the air. You take everything he’s giving you without protest. You know that there’ll be marks on your skin tomorrow but you couldn’t care less. Especially when he comes to an abrupt still, hips jerking desperately into your own. His face is buried deep in your neck when he spills himself inside you, but you still delight in the wrecked moan that falls from his lips.

Something lurches in your chest when he hauls himself off your body, sweat beading on his forehead. You nearly move to wrap your legs around his waist again, keep his softening cock deep inside you with hopes that it’ll harden again but then Namjoon pecks your nose and smiles and you bloom. When he rolls over, you find to hard to regain your breath. Your legs feel gross and his cum is steadily trickling out of you but you can’t find it in you to move. Namjoon stays quiet too, the joint rhythm of your breathing the only sound in the room once overflowing with your passion. It takes a moment for the two of you come down but when you do, you instantly turn to look at each other. His eyes are still glazed over and he’s glancing at you with a gaze you can only akin to adoration. You know you’re looking at him like that too. Namjoon pecks your nose again.

“You got any classes tomorrow?”

“No,” You croak out. Your legs still feel like they’re dissolving into the mattress, the aftershocks of your orgasm ebbing through your system. Namjoon makes a noise of acknowledgment at that, his firm arm winding down to rest at your waist. You don’t protest when he tugs you closer and nestles his face into your neck, heart flipping violently in your chest. “Why are you asking?” You continue, hoping to distract yourself from the staggering love you feel for the boy beside you.

“Cause I’m not letting you leave this bed anytime soon,” He mumbles into your skin, eyes heavy. He hand holding your waist tightens a little. “Gonna fuck you forever.”

“You’re gonna have to marry me then,” You whisper back, hating the electric shock that zips between your heart and your pussy at that statement.

His eyes flutter open. “I did say I was going to marry you, didn’t I?”

“You did.” 

“Exactly.”