Hi!

“Taehyung-ah! You have two hours before dinner, okay?” 

“Yes, eomma!” 

“Don’t make me have to come find you!” 

“Yes, eomma!” Taehyung calls out before closing the sliding glass door to their deck. 

The Kim family beach house sits just behind the sand dunes separating the beach from the homes lining the streets of their quiet town. The homes are nothing special, just boxy buildings with large windows built on high foundations to protect from flooding. The residents’ real treasures are boats, and the Kim dock is where Taehyung heads. 

Taehyung’s fluffy hair whips in the cool autumn wind during his trek through the cleared walkway between the dunes leading to the beach. Reaching the sand, the toes of his boots darken as he trudges through it. All morning, it rained, making the sand clump like wet dirt. Slimy seaweed and other debris cake the shoreline, so Taehyung carefully walks along the beach. 

The Kim dock isn’t anything fancy. Taehyung’s father built it himself out of wood he cut, sanded, and treated with his bare hands years ago. They keep their small fishing boat anchored to it – Singularity, named by Taehyung. He didn't know what to say when his parents asked him what it meant. He couldn’t outright admit that the word came to him in whispers in the wind when he sat at the edge of the dock, feet kicking in the air above the water. Taehyung has told one too many stories in the past; his parents are tired of hearing about his conversations with the wind. They said he would grow out of it, but Taehyung is freshly twenty, no longer a child, yet the wind still speaks. 

It’s cold without the sun to chase away the rain clouds. Taehyung zips his windbreaker up to the base of his throat and crouches at the edge of the dock to peer out at the ocean. The water is clouded from the rain kicking up the sandy floor.

“Hi,” Taehyung speaks to the wind and hopes it remembers. 

He left his phone at home, so he has no way of knowing how long he waits. The dock is rain-soaked, but his thighs burn from crouching. He opts for kneeling and shivers when his jeans absorb water at the knees.

“My Tae?” 

“Yes!” Taehyung perks up, eyes searching the horizon where the gray sky meets the murky ocean waters. He never sees anything; it’s just the wind. He looks anyway. 

“Where have you been, my Tae?” The wind sounds disappointed, and guilt makes Taehyung shrink further into his jacket like a frightened animal backed into a corner. 

“I’m sorry. I go to college now,” Taehyung admits sheepishly, “Far from here, so I can only visit during school breaks.” 

Waves lap at the legs of the dock. Sometimes, Taehyung thinks he sees things in the water, shadows bigger than the fish he catches off the dock in the summers. His father insists that the water is too shallow for large fish like sharks, but Taehyung doesn’t believe him. 

“I miss my Tae when he isn’t around…” 

Is it possible for a voice to be addicting? Taehyung swears the wind’s voice calms him. It’s silvery and alluring, a lullaby he could find himself falling into. He imagines himself falling asleep on a note, riding the soundwaves of the wind’s voice, ringing pure and cutting through the splash of waves meeting the dock. Sometimes, he wishes the wind would sing to him, knowing it would be a kind of heaven on earth if it did. 

“I miss you, too. It’s hard making new friends. I can’t just talk to them about anything like I can with you.” He closes his eyes and feels the wind kiss each eyelid.

“You are my only friend,” the wind whispers, sounding so close that Taehyung thinks he can feel the wind swirl against the side of his face. 

The air smells stronger now, a mixture of saltwater and petrichor. A cold front must be approaching. Taehyung worries it may rain again, but he doesn’t open his eyes to check. Something tells him not to, that it’s safer if he keeps them closed, though he doesn’t know why he’d need to be kept safe. Safe from what? The wind? 

“Open your eyes, Taehyung,” the wind whispers softly, alluring, a temptation so sweet that Taehyung feels himself falling into it, “See me.” 

“I’m scared,” Taehyung whimpers with a shiver. He tucks his hands between his thighs and holds his breath when he feels something caress his jaw, a light pressure like an index finger trailing from his earlobe to his chin. 

“Why are you scared? I love you, my Tae.” The light touch sweeps back along his jaw and then trails down Taehyung’s throat until the collar of his jacket stops it. His wind loves him. “I would never hurt you. Now open your eyes.” 

Cold hands gently cradle Taehyung’s face, palms to his cheeks. The hands are soft, slightly damp, and very much real. The wind can’t have hands, he tells himself. The wind is just wind. Taehyung’s stomach churns, tumbling like it does when his father’s boat hits a patch of rocky waves, sending fish flopping onto the bed of the boat and making Taehyung’s boots slide against the aluminum. 

With his heart fluttering like a caged hummingbird, Taehyung slowly opens his eyes. 

The wind is not air, but a young man with eyes a murky green like the sea who stares at Taehyung with parted glossy lips. Taehyung catches a glimpse of sharpened teeth behind those luscious lips, but he can’t focus on only one thing when there is so much of the man to take in. His shockingly white hair is messily braided with strips of seaweed and strings of pink pearls and draped over his shoulder – his naked shoulder – and Taehyung realizes the man is shirtless. Little jewels, pearls, and other shimmery gems decorate the man’s chest, outlining his sides until they reach his waist – covered in green scales that gleam despite the lack of sun. Taehyung inhales sharply when his eyes finally land on the sparkly fishtail draped over the side of the dock. 

“I–” Panic swells in Taehyung’s chest. He gasps as though he’s been pulled underwater, the moisture in the air like the ocean in his lungs. “Who, who are you?”

“I am your wind, Taehyung,” the man says with a small smile. When he slides one hand up Taehyung’s face to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, he makes a sound like a cat purring. “But in the water, I am called Jimin.” 

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispers. Jimin. It is such a soft name; Taehyung likes how his lips pucker when he says it. “Why didn’t you ever tell me your name? Why didn’t you show yourself to me?” 

Jimin gives Taehyung a sad smile. “I was scared, too.” 

Taehyung’s heart still beats frantically in his chest, but he calms down as Jimin plays with his hair, caressing and running his fingers through the strands. Jimin calls out Taehyung’s name, whispering it like a secret only they know, “My Tae, my sweet Tae, my precious Taehyungie, so happy to finally touch you.” 

Taehyung finds himself closing his eyes and leaning into Jimin’s touch, letting out a quiet whimper when Jimin lightly scratches his scalp. Hypnotizing – the word bubbles up to the surface of Taehyung’s mind, his thoughts murky like the water beneath the dock. The wind, Jimin, is hypnotizing. 

“Why?” Taehyung asks without explanation, but Jimin knows everything. 

“I want to keep you.” 

“Hmm?” Taehyung lifts his head, realizing he has rested it on Jimin’s shoulder. It’s comfortable in Jimin’s embrace, even though Taehyung’s pants are thoroughly soaked from rain and ocean water, and Jimin’s scales feel strange under his fingers when he skips them along Jimin’s waist. 

“I want to keep you, my Tae. I can’t let you go.” 

“Keep me where?” Taehyung asks with glossy round eyes. He points to the waves lapping at the dock. “In there?” 

Jimin licks his lips, and Taehyung feels his stomach churn and dip like the climax of a rollercoaster or a freefall from a plane. 

“Yes.” Jimin runs his thumb along the apple of Taehyung’s cheek. His touch is just as soothing as it is terrifying; Taehyung can’t comprehend how that is. “Will you come with me?” 

Taehyung can’t. He can’t survive in the ocean; doesn’t his wind know that? 

But there’s still the pull. The source of it sinks lower until it’s tugging at Taehyung’s belly, making him heat up despite the temperature quickly dropping around them. It’s almost night; he’s unsure if he has already missed dinner or if his mother is searching for him. Looking over his shoulder, he sees nothing– hears nothing but the chirp of gulls and the crash of waves. 

“Taehyung.” 

Jimin’s fingers curl around Taehyung’s chin and force Taehyung to face him again. The color of his eyes seems to have darkened with the sky, a light gray now when it was once green. 

Taehyung’s name sounds so pretty, coming from Jimin’s pillowy lips, lips glossy and pink like the pearls in his hair, and the gems decorating his body. 

Taehyung feels the pull, and he wonders if it’s Jimin giving him sealegs, even though they’re both sitting down. Something is terrifying about his beauty, something uncanny, like an android that looks a little too real, or the feeling you get when you realize a photograph is actually a painting – still beautiful but deceptive. There’s something scary about Jimin that Taehyung can’t fully understand before it slips through his fingers like sand. 

Taehyung wants to kiss him. 

“I want to kiss you,” he says, not knowing why he admits it out loud. He can’t stop himself from leaning into Jimin when he pulls Taehyung against him. 

“My sweet Tae,” Jimin murmurs into Taehyung’s mouth. 

Jimin’s tongue is slippery and tastes like saltwater, but it’s warm and deft as it flicks against Taehyung’s lips and slithers along Taehyung’s tongue. His hands tangle in Taehyung’s hair, yanking his head to the side to deepen the kiss. It’s fast and desperate, Taehyung moaning and gasping into Jimin and Jimin taking it with bites to Taehyung’s lips and groans of his own. Taehyung has never been kissed like this, held so gently but ravaged. His lungs burn as he drowns in his wind. 

Taehyung groans when Jimin releases his mouth to suck on his neck, just above his jacket’s collar. Taehyung can do nothing but let Jimin pull his head back, and he watches the stars come into view when he’s laid flat on his back. Water soaks his hair, making the strands turn black, and Taehyung’s body shivers from the cold. Only his torso is relatively dry. 

“Jimin,” Taehyung calls out, voice gravelly, nearly stuck in the back of his throat. “I can’t.” 

I can’t survive in the ocean, he thinks, and can’t speak because Jimin suddenly straddles his thighs. 

“Stay with me, Taehyung,” Jimin pleads, but it’s spoken with an authority Taehyung can’t imagine disobeying.

“Your legs,” Taehyung chokes and tries to push himself up on his elbows. 

Gone is Jimin’s elegant tail. He has legs now, pretty legs with a smattering of green scales at his hips and along his calves. Jimin grips Taehyung’s hips with fingers that are greenish at the tips. His nails are sharpened into points and dig into his skin, even through his jacket.

“If you will not stay with me, let me give my Tae a gift,” Jimin whispers, his eyes sparkling like the ocean under the moonlight. 

Taehyung nods quickly and squirms beneath him. “Something to remember you until I can visit again?”

Jimin licks his lips, eyes boring into Taehyung’s, and Taehyung gets another glimpse of sharp teeth. He rakes his nails down Taehyung’s body, from his hips to the tops of his thighs. Taehyung hears the denim rip and fray, but Jimin’s nails don’t break his skin. 

“You’ll never forget me, my Tae.” 

“Of course not,” Taehyung pants with a heaving chest. He feels wild, an animal taunted by the rattle of his ribs when Jimin suddenly shakes him. 

“Your gift,” Jimin whispers as he leans forward, walking his green-tipped fingers up Taehyung’s torso until they’re hooked around his shoulders. 

“My gift…” 

Taehyung watches Jimin’s eyes change, shifting from gray to bright white, and his pupils turn into pinpoints. 

“My heart is pierced by Cupid; I disdain all glittering gold,” Jimin sings softly as he yanks Taehyung into a sitting position and straddles his lap, “There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.” 

The song sounds familiar, but Taehyung doesn’t know why. The memory sits on the tip of his tongue and dances to the haunting tune of Jimin’s cadence, just out of Taehyung’s grasp. He finds that it doesn’t matter – not the memory, nor anything else. 

“His hair, it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal. My happiness attend him wherever he may go.” 

Taehyung’s head lolls to the side. He no longer holds it up, just lets Jimin’s warm palms squeeze his cheeks to keep him upright. He goes where Jimin moves him, tips his head backward when Jimin wants to stare into his eyes. 

“From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep, and moan, all for my jolly sailor, until he sails home.”

Jimin’s nails puncture Taehyung’s jacket. He hooks his fingers through the material as he wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist. Before Taehyung has the chance to do anything but let out a startled gasp, Jimin falls backward into the water, taking Taehyung with him. 

▫️ Chapter 1 - Seorae Village

▫️ Chapter 2 - Choker

▫️ Chapter 3 - Cleaning Day

▫️ Chapter 4 - The In Between

▫️ Chapter 5 - Cleared

▫️ Chapter 6 - Rêvé

▫️ Chapter 7 - Once Upon A Time

▫️ Chapter 8 - Vanilla

▫️ Chapter 9 - Dongsaeng

▫️ Additional Chapters TBD

You put the first load in, humming under your breath as you do so, and you get to work tidying up the rest of the house.

The sky is a bright blue with wispy clouds, and you’d love nothing more than to throw open the windows, but heat warnings had been plaguing the city for the last week, and you figured staying inside was the best option.

Grabbing your cleaning supplies, you moved from room to room, dusting and tidying as you went, picking up objects and making sure they went back where they belonged, all the while you padded around on bare feet with Namjoon’s extra-large shirt hanging off your frame.

Once the washer beeped, you rested your broom against a wall and padded over to the laundry room.

You flicked on the light and opened the washer door as you shook out the clothes before putting them in the dryer.

Just as you got to the bottom of the drum, you heard the front door open.

“Hey Joonie!” You called out as you stood up on your tiptoes to stick your head in the washer to get those pesky socks that seemed to stick to the bottom.

That was how Namjoon found you.

Hair wild, face half buried in the washer, miles of skin on display as his shirt provided a lewd sort of dress that kept revealing more of you to his hungry eyes as you reached deeper.

Namjoon swallowed hard as your calf muscles flexed, pushing you deeper into the washer and making his shirt ride up even higher on your body.

Namjoon couldn’t look away.

The shirt rode up enough where he could just start to see the swell of your ass as you extended your arm, hiking the material up and making his cock stir in his pants.

You were a vision.

You were enticing.

Namjoon felt all the blood leave his brain as he watched you work.

He dropped his bag and cleared his throat, finally snagging your attention.

“Hey, baby!” You said, happily holding some socks as you threw them in the dryer and closed the door.

He once again swallowed hard as his shirt skimmed your upper thighs, and seeing you wearing his clothes and nothing else turned him on in a way that all the logic left his brain.

“What are you w-wearing?” He choked out as his eyes roved from your pert nipples to your stomach and finally settled on the apex of your thighs.

You crossed one leg over the other almost bashfully, and Namjoon nearly growled.

He didn’t want you to be shy around him.

“I…sorry, Joonie, I’ve been meaning to do laundry, and I guess it got away from me. I borrowed one of your shirts,” You said, pulling at the hem as Namjoon stalks towards you, eyes flashing and teeth biting into his plush lower lip.

“Don’t you dare hide from me.” He demands, as he grabs your hands and pulls them so they are no longer tugging on the hem of his shirt.

“I just-I didn’t have any clean shorts and your pants would never fit, so I…” Your voice trailed off as you stood there.

Eyes wide.

Innocent.

As if you didn’t do this on purpose to drive him crazy.

And maybe you didn’t

But at this point, Namjoon didn’t give a fuck.

“I come home from a long day, and here you are, doing laundry, wearing my clothes that hardly cover your ass. Fuck... you drive me wild.” He nearly moans as his hands grab your hips and roughly shoves you into the washer.

You wince as the cold metal comes in contact with your back, and Namjoon grins as he cages you in.

His tall frame towers over you, and you can’t help but feel small under the heat of his heated stare.

You can’t help the groan that slips out when he places both hands on either side of your body.

He doesn’t say a word; instead, he presses his front into yours and lets you feel how turned on he is, which makes your head swim as you struggle to process what is happening.

One minute you are reaching the bottom of the washer to grab stray socks, and the next you are caged in by your impossibly hot husband as he stares at you like he wants to swallow you whole.

“Up on the washer.”

His voice is rough and makes you shiver as his lips tease the shell of your ear, causing you to buck your hips into his aching length.

“I-uh? What?” You stammer.

“I said. Up on the washer. Now. Or I’ll throw you up there myself.” He growls as you scramble to do as he says, and you wince as the cold metal of the washer comes in contact with your bare thighs.

“Fuck. You’re a vision.” He complements, as his hand adjusts his glasses before finding a resting spot on your bare thighs, and he takes his sweet time spreading you open for him.

“And nothing underneath? No underwear? No thong? My little minx you wanted me to come home to this, didn’t you?” He purrs as his thumbs run up and down your legs, and you can feel arousal pool in your stomach as you try not to fidget under his searing gaze.

“I-I didn’t. I don’t know.” You manage to respond, as with each swipe of his thumb along your skin, he gets higher and closer to where you are dripping for him.

He ducks down to nibble at your jaw, and you tilt your head back to give him access as you part your legs, allowing his large frame to fit perfectly between them.

His cock is jutting out from the thin material of his shorts, and you shamelessly grind against it as Namjoon sucks on the sensitive skin under your ear.

“My perfect girl. Bet you’re already dripping for me, huh?” He coos as his hands come to the hem of the shirt and he hikes it higher so your lower half is completely bare, and his extra-large shirt pools around your hips.

You are squirming at this point as you feel your pussy aching to be filled with his long, thick cock.

Namjoon finally parts your legs wide and uses his pointer finger to drag up your wet folds, causing you to arch your back and a broken moan to leave your lips.

“Soaked. Fucking knew it.” He chuckled darkly as one finger began to draw slow, teasing circles on your clit as if he had all the time in the world.

You cry out his name and use your legs that are wrapped around his waist to try and pull him closer.

Namjoon’s having none of that as he delivers a light smack to your upper thigh, causing you to gasp.

“I come home and see you dressed like this? You’re not in control here, pretty girl. I am.”

His eyes are narrowed, his cheeks are red with excitement, and you can do nothing but nod as he takes his time gathering your wetness and rubbing slow circles against your clit.

The air is punched from your lungs when he slowly circles your opening and slips a finger inside with ease.

“There’s my girl. Open up for me now. I have to get you prepped for my cock.” He praises as his eyebrows furrow in concentration.

He works the digit in and out of your body, curling it just right and soaking in your moans and whines as he brings you close to the edge with each push of his finger inside your heat.

Namjoon slips another finger in, and you feel yourself clench down on the digits.

He uses his other hand to rub up and down your thighs before he coats the fingers that aren’t buried inside you in your arousal, before once again circling your clit.

This time, there is no soft teasing; he gives you tight, fast circles that make you see stars, and you bow forward, gripping onto his broad shoulders as you bury your face into his neck and cry out his name.

“Take it. Take it like a good girl and cum on my fingers. You want to walk around wearing only my clothes, then take it.” He growls as the callouses of his fingerprints drag against your front wall.

Namjoon’s fingers pound into you, the circles on your clit are only getting faster and more brutal, and with a whine, you lose it as you cum hard.

The wail you let out is borderline banshee as you ride out your high, grinding your hips down to meet his fingers and letting your body light up from the inside out as Namjoon works you through the shockwaves of your orgasm.

Once you come to, your head is fuzzy, and your eyes open in time to see Namjoon slip his fingers out and hold them up to you.

They are stained with strings of milky wetness, and you swallow hard when Namjoon grins devilishly before popping his digits into his mouth to clean them.

“H-holy shit.” You groan as you watch his eyes flutter closed at your taste.

Namjoon laps them up eagerly, and when his eyes finally open again, his pupils are blown wide with need.

“I can’t. I need to…fuck.” He groans as he kneels down and forcibly pulls your legs apart, making you gasp.

“Joon I just. I need a minute…I-” You cry out.

He rips off his glasses and throws them on a pile of discarded towels as he feverishly kisses your thighs before burying his face in your warm, wet heat without any warning.

You moan and writhe, but Namjoon’s hands come to hold you down as he ravishes you.

The heat of his tongue against your sensitive folds makes your eyes roll back as you dig your hands into the sides of the washer, trying to hold yourself steady.

Namjoon’s skilled tongue dances across your folds as his nose bumps and grinds against your clit in a way that makes your legs shake and your heart race under his shirt.

Every time you squirm from the overstimulation, his nails dig into your thighs harder, holding you in place.

You are powerless to stop him as you arch your back and feel him groan against your pussy.

He’s carnal in the way he eats you out. His back muscles ripple under his shirt as he holds your legs as wide as they will possibly go to give him more access to the wetness smeared between your thighs.

Your high is building fast, and you struggle against him as it’s on the cusp of being too much.

Namjoon uses those soft plush lips of his to suckle your clit, and one of your hands leaves the washer in favour of tangling into his soft hair.

You look down in time to see his sharp gaze piercing yours as his eyes are blown wide with lust, and you lose it and orgasm hard against his face.

Waves of pleasure wash over you, and you can’t even scream as you screw your eyes shut and ride out your high, grinding your pussy against his face as he laps it all up.

It seems to take forever for you to come down, and when you do, you are struggling to catch your breath as Namjoon stands up and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt.

“Namjoon I…seriously, what the hell was that?!” You croak as you fan your face with your hand and watch as he pulls his shirt over his head.

“Jesus Christ.” You groan as you eye his strong chest and taut stomach with the happy trail leading down to where his cock is pulsing against the material of his shorts.

“Me? Look at you? I come home to see you wearing that, and you expect me to be a gentleman?” He teases as his hand strokes his cock through his pants.

“I- I don’t know.” You half laugh, feeling delirious from both orgasms so close together.

“I need to be inside you now. Holy shit.” He whines, as he swiftly pulls his pants and boxers down in one go and steps out of them so he is gloriously naked.

His chest is slightly flushed red, and his cock is standing hard and wet as he gives himself a couple of strokes.

“Now?! We can’t go to the bedroom?” You ask in disbelief as he kicks his clothing to the side and once again parts your legs so he can stand between them.

“Can’t wait. Need you now. Nearly blew my load when you came on my face. You’re so sexy, holy fuck.” He admits as he softly squeezes his length before positioning it at your entrance.

He teases his bulbous cockhead against your soaked folds, drenching the head of his cock in your orgasm.

He stares at you for silent permission, and you nod before he slides himself in.

No matter how much Namjoon preps you, the first breach is always painful as his cock is long and impossibly thick.

He slowly inches himself in until he is completely sheathed, and you scootch yourself so you are right on the edge, giving him more room to thrust inside of you.

“Fuck, even after two orgasms, you’re tight. Open up for me, baby. Come on now.” He grits out as he buries his face in your shoulder, and you stroke his hair.

“You’re just too big, Joonie. My big boy who can only think with his big cock.” You praise as you feel him twitch deep inside, and he groans against you.

Namjoon slowly thrusts his hips, and when you moan, he takes it as a good sign and drags your body so you are balancing precariously on the edge as he pounds into you with force.

With every thrust, his cock drags against your sensitive walls, and he fills you in a way that has broken moans spilling from your mouth as you take what he has to give.

Your slick is smeared between your thighs as Namjoon towers over you and pounds into you with low grunts spilling from his lips.

Namjoon fucks like an animal, with his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he takes you right there on the washing machine in the middle of the afternoon.

Sweat is dripping from his brow, and he keeps closing his eyes and grinding his teeth as his cock drills into you, making you nearly vibrate on top of the washing machine.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He grits out.

You are a mess as he works his cock into you, and your hands leave the washer to hold onto his shoulders for support as you cry out his name.

In a desperate attempt to get his big cock deeper you curl your legs around his middle and lock him in place as he smirks knowingly.

“Knew you liked it when I’m buried deep inside you. My baby is such a slut for big cock.”

You cry out at his words and nearly bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

His arms flex to hold him up, bicep muscles straining as you grind down to meet his messy thrusts, trying to push yourself as close as possible to his big body.

He begins to pepper hot kisses to your skin as the pleasure builds to a peak, and you feel your body begin to seize up as another orgasm is on the horizon.

The only sounds are grunts and moans as Namjoon pulls all the way out to make you cry, then shoves his cock back in with force.

Your arousal is smeared between your legs and on his stomach, and Namjoon looks down in time to see it dripping off his cock, which makes him grunt out your name.

“Right there. Fuck Joon. Don’t stop.” You beg as your sharp fingernails dig into his shoulders.

Namjoon can feel you getting close, so he uses one hand to dip down between your thighs to rub at your oversensitive clit.

You nearly bend yourself in half and cry out his name as he touches you in the way that makes you see stars.

“Joon. Gonna-”

“I know baby me too.”

With one final wail of his name, your pussy clamps down, and you spasm as you cum hard around him.

Spots dance in your vision, and your entire body tingles as you feel Namjoon’s hips start to falter and he fills you up with shot after shot of his warm cum.

He’s saying something.

You’re almost sure of it.

But you can’t make out what it was over the blood pounding in your ears as you slump forward against his chest.

Your body feels wobbly as he pulls his spent cock from you, and you let out a wince when you feel the mess between your thighs.

“I…don’t even have words for that holy shit Namjoon.” You sigh as you nearly slip from the top of the washer, but his strong arms are there to catch you.

“Yeah. Me too.” He says as he presses a soft kiss to your head before scooping you up and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“You’re an animal, you know that?” You tease as you snuggle your face into his chest.

“Yeah, but you love it.”

He grins, flashing his dimples as he answers.

“Yeah. I do.” You respond.

You put the first load in, humming under your breath as you do so, and you get to work tidying up the rest of the house.

The sky is a bright blue with wispy clouds, and you’d love nothing more than to throw open the windows, but heat warnings had been plaguing the city for the last week, and you figured staying inside was the best option.

Grabbing your cleaning supplies, you moved from room to room, dusting and tidying as you went, picking up objects and making sure they went back where they belonged, all the while you padded around on bare feet with Namjoon’s extra-large shirt hanging off your frame.

Once the washer beeped, you rested your broom against a wall and padded over to the laundry room.

You flicked on the light and opened the washer door as you shook out the clothes before putting them in the dryer.

Just as you got to the bottom of the drum, you heard the front door open.

“Hey Joonie!” You called out as you stood up on your tiptoes to stick your head in the washer to get those pesky socks that seemed to stick to the bottom.

That was how Namjoon found you.

Hair wild, face half buried in the washer, miles of skin on display as his shirt provided a lewd sort of dress that kept revealing more of you to his hungry eyes as you reached deeper.

Namjoon swallowed hard as your calf muscles flexed, pushing you deeper into the washer and making his shirt ride up even higher on your body.

Namjoon couldn’t look away.

The shirt rode up enough where he could just start to see the swell of your ass as you extended your arm, hiking the material up and making his cock stir in his pants.

You were a vision.

You were enticing.

Namjoon felt all the blood leave his brain as he watched you work.

He dropped his bag and cleared his throat, finally snagging your attention.

“Hey, baby!” You said, happily holding some socks as you threw them in the dryer and closed the door.

He once again swallowed hard as his shirt skimmed your upper thighs, and seeing you wearing his clothes and nothing else turned him on in a way that all the logic left his brain.

“What are you w-wearing?” He choked out as his eyes roved from your pert nipples to your stomach and finally settled on the apex of your thighs.

You crossed one leg over the other almost bashfully, and Namjoon nearly growled.

He didn’t want you to be shy around him.

“I…sorry, Joonie, I’ve been meaning to do laundry, and I guess it got away from me. I borrowed one of your shirts,” You said, pulling at the hem as Namjoon stalks towards you, eyes flashing and teeth biting into his plush lower lip.

“Don’t you dare hide from me.” He demands, as he grabs your hands and pulls them so they are no longer tugging on the hem of his shirt.

“I just-I didn’t have any clean shorts and your pants would never fit, so I…” Your voice trailed off as you stood there.

Eyes wide.

Innocent.

As if you didn’t do this on purpose to drive him crazy.

And maybe you didn’t

But at this point, Namjoon didn’t give a fuck.

“I come home from a long day, and here you are, doing laundry, wearing my clothes that hardly cover your ass. Fuck... you drive me wild.” He nearly moans as his hands grab your hips and roughly shoves you into the washer.

You wince as the cold metal comes in contact with your back, and Namjoon grins as he cages you in.

His tall frame towers over you, and you can’t help but feel small under the heat of his heated stare.

You can’t help the groan that slips out when he places both hands on either side of your body.

He doesn’t say a word; instead, he presses his front into yours and lets you feel how turned on he is, which makes your head swim as you struggle to process what is happening.

One minute you are reaching the bottom of the washer to grab stray socks, and the next you are caged in by your impossibly hot husband as he stares at you like he wants to swallow you whole.

“Up on the washer.”

His voice is rough and makes you shiver as his lips tease the shell of your ear, causing you to buck your hips into his aching length.

“I-uh? What?” You stammer.

“I said. Up on the washer. Now. Or I’ll throw you up there myself.” He growls as you scramble to do as he says, and you wince as the cold metal of the washer comes in contact with your bare thighs.

“Fuck. You’re a vision.” He complements, as his hand adjusts his glasses before finding a resting spot on your bare thighs, and he takes his sweet time spreading you open for him.

“And nothing underneath? No underwear? No thong? My little minx you wanted me to come home to this, didn’t you?” He purrs as his thumbs run up and down your legs, and you can feel arousal pool in your stomach as you try not to fidget under his searing gaze.

“I-I didn’t. I don’t know.” You manage to respond, as with each swipe of his thumb along your skin, he gets higher and closer to where you are dripping for him.

He ducks down to nibble at your jaw, and you tilt your head back to give him access as you part your legs, allowing his large frame to fit perfectly between them.

His cock is jutting out from the thin material of his shorts, and you shamelessly grind against it as Namjoon sucks on the sensitive skin under your ear.

“My perfect girl. Bet you’re already dripping for me, huh?” He coos as his hands come to the hem of the shirt and he hikes it higher so your lower half is completely bare, and his extra-large shirt pools around your hips.

You are squirming at this point as you feel your pussy aching to be filled with his long, thick cock.

Namjoon finally parts your legs wide and uses his pointer finger to drag up your wet folds, causing you to arch your back and a broken moan to leave your lips.

“Soaked. Fucking knew it.” He chuckled darkly as one finger began to draw slow, teasing circles on your clit as if he had all the time in the world.

You cry out his name and use your legs that are wrapped around his waist to try and pull him closer.

Namjoon’s having none of that as he delivers a light smack to your upper thigh, causing you to gasp.

“I come home and see you dressed like this? You’re not in control here, pretty girl. I am.”

His eyes are narrowed, his cheeks are red with excitement, and you can do nothing but nod as he takes his time gathering your wetness and rubbing slow circles against your clit.

The air is punched from your lungs when he slowly circles your opening and slips a finger inside with ease.

“There’s my girl. Open up for me now. I have to get you prepped for my cock.” He praises as his eyebrows furrow in concentration.

He works the digit in and out of your body, curling it just right and soaking in your moans and whines as he brings you close to the edge with each push of his finger inside your heat.

Namjoon slips another finger in, and you feel yourself clench down on the digits.

He uses his other hand to rub up and down your thighs before he coats the fingers that aren’t buried inside you in your arousal, before once again circling your clit.

This time, there is no soft teasing; he gives you tight, fast circles that make you see stars, and you bow forward, gripping onto his broad shoulders as you bury your face into his neck and cry out his name.

“Take it. Take it like a good girl and cum on my fingers. You want to walk around wearing only my clothes, then take it.” He growls as the callouses of his fingerprints drag against your front wall.

Namjoon’s fingers pound into you, the circles on your clit are only getting faster and more brutal, and with a whine, you lose it as you cum hard.

The wail you let out is borderline banshee as you ride out your high, grinding your hips down to meet his fingers and letting your body light up from the inside out as Namjoon works you through the shockwaves of your orgasm.

Once you come to, your head is fuzzy, and your eyes open in time to see Namjoon slip his fingers out and hold them up to you.

They are stained with strings of milky wetness, and you swallow hard when Namjoon grins devilishly before popping his digits into his mouth to clean them.

“H-holy shit.” You groan as you watch his eyes flutter closed at your taste.

Namjoon laps them up eagerly, and when his eyes finally open again, his pupils are blown wide with need.

“I can’t. I need to…fuck.” He groans as he kneels down and forcibly pulls your legs apart, making you gasp.

“Joon I just. I need a minute…I-” You cry out.

He rips off his glasses and throws them on a pile of discarded towels as he feverishly kisses your thighs before burying his face in your warm, wet heat without any warning.

You moan and writhe, but Namjoon’s hands come to hold you down as he ravishes you.

The heat of his tongue against your sensitive folds makes your eyes roll back as you dig your hands into the sides of the washer, trying to hold yourself steady.

Namjoon’s skilled tongue dances across your folds as his nose bumps and grinds against your clit in a way that makes your legs shake and your heart race under his shirt.

Every time you squirm from the overstimulation, his nails dig into your thighs harder, holding you in place.

You are powerless to stop him as you arch your back and feel him groan against your pussy.

He’s carnal in the way he eats you out. His back muscles ripple under his shirt as he holds your legs as wide as they will possibly go to give him more access to the wetness smeared between your thighs.

Your high is building fast, and you struggle against him as it’s on the cusp of being too much.

Namjoon uses those soft plush lips of his to suckle your clit, and one of your hands leaves the washer in favour of tangling into his soft hair.

You look down in time to see his sharp gaze piercing yours as his eyes are blown wide with lust, and you lose it and orgasm hard against his face.

Waves of pleasure wash over you, and you can’t even scream as you screw your eyes shut and ride out your high, grinding your pussy against his face as he laps it all up.

It seems to take forever for you to come down, and when you do, you are struggling to catch your breath as Namjoon stands up and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt.

“Namjoon I…seriously, what the hell was that?!” You croak as you fan your face with your hand and watch as he pulls his shirt over his head.

“Jesus Christ.” You groan as you eye his strong chest and taut stomach with the happy trail leading down to where his cock is pulsing against the material of his shorts.

“Me? Look at you? I come home to see you wearing that, and you expect me to be a gentleman?” He teases as his hand strokes his cock through his pants.

“I- I don’t know.” You half laugh, feeling delirious from both orgasms so close together.

“I need to be inside you now. Holy shit.” He whines, as he swiftly pulls his pants and boxers down in one go and steps out of them so he is gloriously naked.

His chest is slightly flushed red, and his cock is standing hard and wet as he gives himself a couple of strokes.

“Now?! We can’t go to the bedroom?” You ask in disbelief as he kicks his clothing to the side and once again parts your legs so he can stand between them.

“Can’t wait. Need you now. Nearly blew my load when you came on my face. You’re so sexy, holy fuck.” He admits as he softly squeezes his length before positioning it at your entrance.

He teases his bulbous cockhead against your soaked folds, drenching the head of his cock in your orgasm.

He stares at you for silent permission, and you nod before he slides himself in.

No matter how much Namjoon preps you, the first breach is always painful as his cock is long and impossibly thick.

He slowly inches himself in until he is completely sheathed, and you scootch yourself so you are right on the edge, giving him more room to thrust inside of you.

“Fuck, even after two orgasms, you’re tight. Open up for me, baby. Come on now.” He grits out as he buries his face in your shoulder, and you stroke his hair.

“You’re just too big, Joonie. My big boy who can only think with his big cock.” You praise as you feel him twitch deep inside, and he groans against you.

Namjoon slowly thrusts his hips, and when you moan, he takes it as a good sign and drags your body so you are balancing precariously on the edge as he pounds into you with force.

With every thrust, his cock drags against your sensitive walls, and he fills you in a way that has broken moans spilling from your mouth as you take what he has to give.

Your slick is smeared between your thighs as Namjoon towers over you and pounds into you with low grunts spilling from his lips.

Namjoon fucks like an animal, with his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he takes you right there on the washing machine in the middle of the afternoon.

Sweat is dripping from his brow, and he keeps closing his eyes and grinding his teeth as his cock drills into you, making you nearly vibrate on top of the washing machine.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He grits out.

You are a mess as he works his cock into you, and your hands leave the washer to hold onto his shoulders for support as you cry out his name.

In a desperate attempt to get his big cock deeper you curl your legs around his middle and lock him in place as he smirks knowingly.

“Knew you liked it when I’m buried deep inside you. My baby is such a slut for big cock.”

You cry out at his words and nearly bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

His arms flex to hold him up, bicep muscles straining as you grind down to meet his messy thrusts, trying to push yourself as close as possible to his big body.

He begins to pepper hot kisses to your skin as the pleasure builds to a peak, and you feel your body begin to seize up as another orgasm is on the horizon.

The only sounds are grunts and moans as Namjoon pulls all the way out to make you cry, then shoves his cock back in with force.

Your arousal is smeared between your legs and on his stomach, and Namjoon looks down in time to see it dripping off his cock, which makes him grunt out your name.

“Right there. Fuck Joon. Don’t stop.” You beg as your sharp fingernails dig into his shoulders.

Namjoon can feel you getting close, so he uses one hand to dip down between your thighs to rub at your oversensitive clit.

You nearly bend yourself in half and cry out his name as he touches you in the way that makes you see stars.

“Joon. Gonna-”

“I know baby me too.”

With one final wail of his name, your pussy clamps down, and you spasm as you cum hard around him.

Spots dance in your vision, and your entire body tingles as you feel Namjoon’s hips start to falter and he fills you up with shot after shot of his warm cum.

He’s saying something.

You’re almost sure of it.

But you can’t make out what it was over the blood pounding in your ears as you slump forward against his chest.

Your body feels wobbly as he pulls his spent cock from you, and you let out a wince when you feel the mess between your thighs.

“I…don’t even have words for that holy shit Namjoon.” You sigh as you nearly slip from the top of the washer, but his strong arms are there to catch you.

“Yeah. Me too.” He says as he presses a soft kiss to your head before scooping you up and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“You’re an animal, you know that?” You tease as you snuggle your face into his chest.

“Yeah, but you love it.”

He grins, flashing his dimples as he answers.

“Yeah. I do.” You respond.

You put the first load in, humming under your breath as you do so, and you get to work tidying up the rest of the house.

The sky is a bright blue with wispy clouds, and you’d love nothing more than to throw open the windows, but heat warnings had been plaguing the city for the last week, and you figured staying inside was the best option.

Grabbing your cleaning supplies, you moved from room to room, dusting and tidying as you went, picking up objects and making sure they went back where they belonged, all the while you padded around on bare feet with Namjoon’s extra-large shirt hanging off your frame.

Once the washer beeped, you rested your broom against a wall and padded over to the laundry room.

You flicked on the light and opened the washer door as you shook out the clothes before putting them in the dryer.

Just as you got to the bottom of the drum, you heard the front door open.

“Hey Joonie!” You called out as you stood up on your tiptoes to stick your head in the washer to get those pesky socks that seemed to stick to the bottom.

That was how Namjoon found you.

Hair wild, face half buried in the washer, miles of skin on display as his shirt provided a lewd sort of dress that kept revealing more of you to his hungry eyes as you reached deeper.

Namjoon swallowed hard as your calf muscles flexed, pushing you deeper into the washer and making his shirt ride up even higher on your body.

Namjoon couldn’t look away.

The shirt rode up enough where he could just start to see the swell of your ass as you extended your arm, hiking the material up and making his cock stir in his pants.

You were a vision.

You were enticing.

Namjoon felt all the blood leave his brain as he watched you work.

He dropped his bag and cleared his throat, finally snagging your attention.

“Hey, baby!” You said, happily holding some socks as you threw them in the dryer and closed the door.

He once again swallowed hard as his shirt skimmed your upper thighs, and seeing you wearing his clothes and nothing else turned him on in a way that all the logic left his brain.

“What are you w-wearing?” He choked out as his eyes roved from your pert nipples to your stomach and finally settled on the apex of your thighs.

You crossed one leg over the other almost bashfully, and Namjoon nearly growled.

He didn’t want you to be shy around him.

“I…sorry, Joonie, I’ve been meaning to do laundry, and I guess it got away from me. I borrowed one of your shirts,” You said, pulling at the hem as Namjoon stalks towards you, eyes flashing and teeth biting into his plush lower lip.

“Don’t you dare hide from me.” He demands, as he grabs your hands and pulls them so they are no longer tugging on the hem of his shirt.

“I just-I didn’t have any clean shorts and your pants would never fit, so I…” Your voice trailed off as you stood there.

Eyes wide.

Innocent.

As if you didn’t do this on purpose to drive him crazy.

And maybe you didn’t

But at this point, Namjoon didn’t give a fuck.

“I come home from a long day, and here you are, doing laundry, wearing my clothes that hardly cover your ass. Fuck... you drive me wild.” He nearly moans as his hands grab your hips and roughly shoves you into the washer.

You wince as the cold metal comes in contact with your back, and Namjoon grins as he cages you in.

His tall frame towers over you, and you can’t help but feel small under the heat of his heated stare.

You can’t help the groan that slips out when he places both hands on either side of your body.

He doesn’t say a word; instead, he presses his front into yours and lets you feel how turned on he is, which makes your head swim as you struggle to process what is happening.

One minute you are reaching the bottom of the washer to grab stray socks, and the next you are caged in by your impossibly hot husband as he stares at you like he wants to swallow you whole.

“Up on the washer.”

His voice is rough and makes you shiver as his lips tease the shell of your ear, causing you to buck your hips into his aching length.

“I-uh? What?” You stammer.

“I said. Up on the washer. Now. Or I’ll throw you up there myself.” He growls as you scramble to do as he says, and you wince as the cold metal of the washer comes in contact with your bare thighs.

“Fuck. You’re a vision.” He complements, as his hand adjusts his glasses before finding a resting spot on your bare thighs, and he takes his sweet time spreading you open for him.

“And nothing underneath? No underwear? No thong? My little minx you wanted me to come home to this, didn’t you?” He purrs as his thumbs run up and down your legs, and you can feel arousal pool in your stomach as you try not to fidget under his searing gaze.

“I-I didn’t. I don’t know.” You manage to respond, as with each swipe of his thumb along your skin, he gets higher and closer to where you are dripping for him.

He ducks down to nibble at your jaw, and you tilt your head back to give him access as you part your legs, allowing his large frame to fit perfectly between them.

His cock is jutting out from the thin material of his shorts, and you shamelessly grind against it as Namjoon sucks on the sensitive skin under your ear.

“My perfect girl. Bet you’re already dripping for me, huh?” He coos as his hands come to the hem of the shirt and he hikes it higher so your lower half is completely bare, and his extra-large shirt pools around your hips.

You are squirming at this point as you feel your pussy aching to be filled with his long, thick cock.

Namjoon finally parts your legs wide and uses his pointer finger to drag up your wet folds, causing you to arch your back and a broken moan to leave your lips.

“Soaked. Fucking knew it.” He chuckled darkly as one finger began to draw slow, teasing circles on your clit as if he had all the time in the world.

You cry out his name and use your legs that are wrapped around his waist to try and pull him closer.

Namjoon’s having none of that as he delivers a light smack to your upper thigh, causing you to gasp.

“I come home and see you dressed like this? You’re not in control here, pretty girl. I am.”

His eyes are narrowed, his cheeks are red with excitement, and you can do nothing but nod as he takes his time gathering your wetness and rubbing slow circles against your clit.

The air is punched from your lungs when he slowly circles your opening and slips a finger inside with ease.

“There’s my girl. Open up for me now. I have to get you prepped for my cock.” He praises as his eyebrows furrow in concentration.

He works the digit in and out of your body, curling it just right and soaking in your moans and whines as he brings you close to the edge with each push of his finger inside your heat.

Namjoon slips another finger in, and you feel yourself clench down on the digits.

He uses his other hand to rub up and down your thighs before he coats the fingers that aren’t buried inside you in your arousal, before once again circling your clit.

This time, there is no soft teasing; he gives you tight, fast circles that make you see stars, and you bow forward, gripping onto his broad shoulders as you bury your face into his neck and cry out his name.

“Take it. Take it like a good girl and cum on my fingers. You want to walk around wearing only my clothes, then take it.” He growls as the callouses of his fingerprints drag against your front wall.

Namjoon’s fingers pound into you, the circles on your clit are only getting faster and more brutal, and with a whine, you lose it as you cum hard.

The wail you let out is borderline banshee as you ride out your high, grinding your hips down to meet his fingers and letting your body light up from the inside out as Namjoon works you through the shockwaves of your orgasm.

Once you come to, your head is fuzzy, and your eyes open in time to see Namjoon slip his fingers out and hold them up to you.

They are stained with strings of milky wetness, and you swallow hard when Namjoon grins devilishly before popping his digits into his mouth to clean them.

“H-holy shit.” You groan as you watch his eyes flutter closed at your taste.

Namjoon laps them up eagerly, and when his eyes finally open again, his pupils are blown wide with need.

“I can’t. I need to…fuck.” He groans as he kneels down and forcibly pulls your legs apart, making you gasp.

“Joon I just. I need a minute…I-” You cry out.

He rips off his glasses and throws them on a pile of discarded towels as he feverishly kisses your thighs before burying his face in your warm, wet heat without any warning.

You moan and writhe, but Namjoon’s hands come to hold you down as he ravishes you.

The heat of his tongue against your sensitive folds makes your eyes roll back as you dig your hands into the sides of the washer, trying to hold yourself steady.

Namjoon’s skilled tongue dances across your folds as his nose bumps and grinds against your clit in a way that makes your legs shake and your heart race under his shirt.

Every time you squirm from the overstimulation, his nails dig into your thighs harder, holding you in place.

You are powerless to stop him as you arch your back and feel him groan against your pussy.

He’s carnal in the way he eats you out. His back muscles ripple under his shirt as he holds your legs as wide as they will possibly go to give him more access to the wetness smeared between your thighs.

Your high is building fast, and you struggle against him as it’s on the cusp of being too much.

Namjoon uses those soft plush lips of his to suckle your clit, and one of your hands leaves the washer in favour of tangling into his soft hair.

You look down in time to see his sharp gaze piercing yours as his eyes are blown wide with lust, and you lose it and orgasm hard against his face.

Waves of pleasure wash over you, and you can’t even scream as you screw your eyes shut and ride out your high, grinding your pussy against his face as he laps it all up.

It seems to take forever for you to come down, and when you do, you are struggling to catch your breath as Namjoon stands up and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt.

“Namjoon I…seriously, what the hell was that?!” You croak as you fan your face with your hand and watch as he pulls his shirt over his head.

“Jesus Christ.” You groan as you eye his strong chest and taut stomach with the happy trail leading down to where his cock is pulsing against the material of his shorts.

“Me? Look at you? I come home to see you wearing that, and you expect me to be a gentleman?” He teases as his hand strokes his cock through his pants.

“I- I don’t know.” You half laugh, feeling delirious from both orgasms so close together.

“I need to be inside you now. Holy shit.” He whines, as he swiftly pulls his pants and boxers down in one go and steps out of them so he is gloriously naked.

His chest is slightly flushed red, and his cock is standing hard and wet as he gives himself a couple of strokes.

“Now?! We can’t go to the bedroom?” You ask in disbelief as he kicks his clothing to the side and once again parts your legs so he can stand between them.

“Can’t wait. Need you now. Nearly blew my load when you came on my face. You’re so sexy, holy fuck.” He admits as he softly squeezes his length before positioning it at your entrance.

He teases his bulbous cockhead against your soaked folds, drenching the head of his cock in your orgasm.

He stares at you for silent permission, and you nod before he slides himself in.

No matter how much Namjoon preps you, the first breach is always painful as his cock is long and impossibly thick.

He slowly inches himself in until he is completely sheathed, and you scootch yourself so you are right on the edge, giving him more room to thrust inside of you.

“Fuck, even after two orgasms, you’re tight. Open up for me, baby. Come on now.” He grits out as he buries his face in your shoulder, and you stroke his hair.

“You’re just too big, Joonie. My big boy who can only think with his big cock.” You praise as you feel him twitch deep inside, and he groans against you.

Namjoon slowly thrusts his hips, and when you moan, he takes it as a good sign and drags your body so you are balancing precariously on the edge as he pounds into you with force.

With every thrust, his cock drags against your sensitive walls, and he fills you in a way that has broken moans spilling from your mouth as you take what he has to give.

Your slick is smeared between your thighs as Namjoon towers over you and pounds into you with low grunts spilling from his lips.

Namjoon fucks like an animal, with his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he takes you right there on the washing machine in the middle of the afternoon.

Sweat is dripping from his brow, and he keeps closing his eyes and grinding his teeth as his cock drills into you, making you nearly vibrate on top of the washing machine.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He grits out.

You are a mess as he works his cock into you, and your hands leave the washer to hold onto his shoulders for support as you cry out his name.

In a desperate attempt to get his big cock deeper you curl your legs around his middle and lock him in place as he smirks knowingly.

“Knew you liked it when I’m buried deep inside you. My baby is such a slut for big cock.”

You cry out at his words and nearly bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

His arms flex to hold him up, bicep muscles straining as you grind down to meet his messy thrusts, trying to push yourself as close as possible to his big body.

He begins to pepper hot kisses to your skin as the pleasure builds to a peak, and you feel your body begin to seize up as another orgasm is on the horizon.

The only sounds are grunts and moans as Namjoon pulls all the way out to make you cry, then shoves his cock back in with force.

Your arousal is smeared between your legs and on his stomach, and Namjoon looks down in time to see it dripping off his cock, which makes him grunt out your name.

“Right there. Fuck Joon. Don’t stop.” You beg as your sharp fingernails dig into his shoulders.

Namjoon can feel you getting close, so he uses one hand to dip down between your thighs to rub at your oversensitive clit.

You nearly bend yourself in half and cry out his name as he touches you in the way that makes you see stars.

“Joon. Gonna-”

“I know baby me too.”

With one final wail of his name, your pussy clamps down, and you spasm as you cum hard around him.

Spots dance in your vision, and your entire body tingles as you feel Namjoon’s hips start to falter and he fills you up with shot after shot of his warm cum.

He’s saying something.

You’re almost sure of it.

But you can’t make out what it was over the blood pounding in your ears as you slump forward against his chest.

Your body feels wobbly as he pulls his spent cock from you, and you let out a wince when you feel the mess between your thighs.

“I…don’t even have words for that holy shit Namjoon.” You sigh as you nearly slip from the top of the washer, but his strong arms are there to catch you.

“Yeah. Me too.” He says as he presses a soft kiss to your head before scooping you up and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“You’re an animal, you know that?” You tease as you snuggle your face into his chest.

“Yeah, but you love it.”

He grins, flashing his dimples as he answers.

“Yeah. I do.” You respond.

You put the first load in, humming under your breath as you do so, and you get to work tidying up the rest of the house.

The sky is a bright blue with wispy clouds, and you’d love nothing more than to throw open the windows, but heat warnings had been plaguing the city for the last week, and you figured staying inside was the best option.

Grabbing your cleaning supplies, you moved from room to room, dusting and tidying as you went, picking up objects and making sure they went back where they belonged, all the while you padded around on bare feet with Namjoon’s extra-large shirt hanging off your frame.

Once the washer beeped, you rested your broom against a wall and padded over to the laundry room.

You flicked on the light and opened the washer door as you shook out the clothes before putting them in the dryer.

Just as you got to the bottom of the drum, you heard the front door open.

“Hey Joonie!” You called out as you stood up on your tiptoes to stick your head in the washer to get those pesky socks that seemed to stick to the bottom.

That was how Namjoon found you.

Hair wild, face half buried in the washer, miles of skin on display as his shirt provided a lewd sort of dress that kept revealing more of you to his hungry eyes as you reached deeper.

Namjoon swallowed hard as your calf muscles flexed, pushing you deeper into the washer and making his shirt ride up even higher on your body.

Namjoon couldn’t look away.

The shirt rode up enough where he could just start to see the swell of your ass as you extended your arm, hiking the material up and making his cock stir in his pants.

You were a vision.

You were enticing.

Namjoon felt all the blood leave his brain as he watched you work.

He dropped his bag and cleared his throat, finally snagging your attention.

“Hey, baby!” You said, happily holding some socks as you threw them in the dryer and closed the door.

He once again swallowed hard as his shirt skimmed your upper thighs, and seeing you wearing his clothes and nothing else turned him on in a way that all the logic left his brain.

“What are you w-wearing?” He choked out as his eyes roved from your pert nipples to your stomach and finally settled on the apex of your thighs.

You crossed one leg over the other almost bashfully, and Namjoon nearly growled.

He didn’t want you to be shy around him.

“I…sorry, Joonie, I’ve been meaning to do laundry, and I guess it got away from me. I borrowed one of your shirts,” You said, pulling at the hem as Namjoon stalks towards you, eyes flashing and teeth biting into his plush lower lip.

“Don’t you dare hide from me.” He demands, as he grabs your hands and pulls them so they are no longer tugging on the hem of his shirt.

“I just-I didn’t have any clean shorts and your pants would never fit, so I…” Your voice trailed off as you stood there.

Eyes wide.

Innocent.

As if you didn’t do this on purpose to drive him crazy.

And maybe you didn’t

But at this point, Namjoon didn’t give a fuck.

“I come home from a long day, and here you are, doing laundry, wearing my clothes that hardly cover your ass. Fuck... you drive me wild.” He nearly moans as his hands grab your hips and roughly shoves you into the washer.

You wince as the cold metal comes in contact with your back, and Namjoon grins as he cages you in.

His tall frame towers over you, and you can’t help but feel small under the heat of his heated stare.

You can’t help the groan that slips out when he places both hands on either side of your body.

He doesn’t say a word; instead, he presses his front into yours and lets you feel how turned on he is, which makes your head swim as you struggle to process what is happening.

One minute you are reaching the bottom of the washer to grab stray socks, and the next you are caged in by your impossibly hot husband as he stares at you like he wants to swallow you whole.

“Up on the washer.”

His voice is rough and makes you shiver as his lips tease the shell of your ear, causing you to buck your hips into his aching length.

“I-uh? What?” You stammer.

“I said. Up on the washer. Now. Or I’ll throw you up there myself.” He growls as you scramble to do as he says, and you wince as the cold metal of the washer comes in contact with your bare thighs.

“Fuck. You’re a vision.” He complements, as his hand adjusts his glasses before finding a resting spot on your bare thighs, and he takes his sweet time spreading you open for him.

“And nothing underneath? No underwear? No thong? My little minx you wanted me to come home to this, didn’t you?” He purrs as his thumbs run up and down your legs, and you can feel arousal pool in your stomach as you try not to fidget under his searing gaze.

“I-I didn’t. I don’t know.” You manage to respond, as with each swipe of his thumb along your skin, he gets higher and closer to where you are dripping for him.

He ducks down to nibble at your jaw, and you tilt your head back to give him access as you part your legs, allowing his large frame to fit perfectly between them.

His cock is jutting out from the thin material of his shorts, and you shamelessly grind against it as Namjoon sucks on the sensitive skin under your ear.

“My perfect girl. Bet you’re already dripping for me, huh?” He coos as his hands come to the hem of the shirt and he hikes it higher so your lower half is completely bare, and his extra-large shirt pools around your hips.

You are squirming at this point as you feel your pussy aching to be filled with his long, thick cock.

Namjoon finally parts your legs wide and uses his pointer finger to drag up your wet folds, causing you to arch your back and a broken moan to leave your lips.

“Soaked. Fucking knew it.” He chuckled darkly as one finger began to draw slow, teasing circles on your clit as if he had all the time in the world.

You cry out his name and use your legs that are wrapped around his waist to try and pull him closer.

Namjoon’s having none of that as he delivers a light smack to your upper thigh, causing you to gasp.

“I come home and see you dressed like this? You’re not in control here, pretty girl. I am.”

His eyes are narrowed, his cheeks are red with excitement, and you can do nothing but nod as he takes his time gathering your wetness and rubbing slow circles against your clit.

The air is punched from your lungs when he slowly circles your opening and slips a finger inside with ease.

“There’s my girl. Open up for me now. I have to get you prepped for my cock.” He praises as his eyebrows furrow in concentration.

He works the digit in and out of your body, curling it just right and soaking in your moans and whines as he brings you close to the edge with each push of his finger inside your heat.

Namjoon slips another finger in, and you feel yourself clench down on the digits.

He uses his other hand to rub up and down your thighs before he coats the fingers that aren’t buried inside you in your arousal, before once again circling your clit.

This time, there is no soft teasing; he gives you tight, fast circles that make you see stars, and you bow forward, gripping onto his broad shoulders as you bury your face into his neck and cry out his name.

“Take it. Take it like a good girl and cum on my fingers. You want to walk around wearing only my clothes, then take it.” He growls as the callouses of his fingerprints drag against your front wall.

Namjoon’s fingers pound into you, the circles on your clit are only getting faster and more brutal, and with a whine, you lose it as you cum hard.

The wail you let out is borderline banshee as you ride out your high, grinding your hips down to meet his fingers and letting your body light up from the inside out as Namjoon works you through the shockwaves of your orgasm.

Once you come to, your head is fuzzy, and your eyes open in time to see Namjoon slip his fingers out and hold them up to you.

They are stained with strings of milky wetness, and you swallow hard when Namjoon grins devilishly before popping his digits into his mouth to clean them.

“H-holy shit.” You groan as you watch his eyes flutter closed at your taste.

Namjoon laps them up eagerly, and when his eyes finally open again, his pupils are blown wide with need.

“I can’t. I need to…fuck.” He groans as he kneels down and forcibly pulls your legs apart, making you gasp.

“Joon I just. I need a minute…I-” You cry out.

He rips off his glasses and throws them on a pile of discarded towels as he feverishly kisses your thighs before burying his face in your warm, wet heat without any warning.

You moan and writhe, but Namjoon’s hands come to hold you down as he ravishes you.

The heat of his tongue against your sensitive folds makes your eyes roll back as you dig your hands into the sides of the washer, trying to hold yourself steady.

Namjoon’s skilled tongue dances across your folds as his nose bumps and grinds against your clit in a way that makes your legs shake and your heart race under his shirt.

Every time you squirm from the overstimulation, his nails dig into your thighs harder, holding you in place.

You are powerless to stop him as you arch your back and feel him groan against your pussy.

He’s carnal in the way he eats you out. His back muscles ripple under his shirt as he holds your legs as wide as they will possibly go to give him more access to the wetness smeared between your thighs.

Your high is building fast, and you struggle against him as it’s on the cusp of being too much.

Namjoon uses those soft plush lips of his to suckle your clit, and one of your hands leaves the washer in favour of tangling into his soft hair.

You look down in time to see his sharp gaze piercing yours as his eyes are blown wide with lust, and you lose it and orgasm hard against his face.

Waves of pleasure wash over you, and you can’t even scream as you screw your eyes shut and ride out your high, grinding your pussy against his face as he laps it all up.

It seems to take forever for you to come down, and when you do, you are struggling to catch your breath as Namjoon stands up and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt.

“Namjoon I…seriously, what the hell was that?!” You croak as you fan your face with your hand and watch as he pulls his shirt over his head.

“Jesus Christ.” You groan as you eye his strong chest and taut stomach with the happy trail leading down to where his cock is pulsing against the material of his shorts.

“Me? Look at you? I come home to see you wearing that, and you expect me to be a gentleman?” He teases as his hand strokes his cock through his pants.

“I- I don’t know.” You half laugh, feeling delirious from both orgasms so close together.

“I need to be inside you now. Holy shit.” He whines, as he swiftly pulls his pants and boxers down in one go and steps out of them so he is gloriously naked.

His chest is slightly flushed red, and his cock is standing hard and wet as he gives himself a couple of strokes.

“Now?! We can’t go to the bedroom?” You ask in disbelief as he kicks his clothing to the side and once again parts your legs so he can stand between them.

“Can’t wait. Need you now. Nearly blew my load when you came on my face. You’re so sexy, holy fuck.” He admits as he softly squeezes his length before positioning it at your entrance.

He teases his bulbous cockhead against your soaked folds, drenching the head of his cock in your orgasm.

He stares at you for silent permission, and you nod before he slides himself in.

No matter how much Namjoon preps you, the first breach is always painful as his cock is long and impossibly thick.

He slowly inches himself in until he is completely sheathed, and you scootch yourself so you are right on the edge, giving him more room to thrust inside of you.

“Fuck, even after two orgasms, you’re tight. Open up for me, baby. Come on now.” He grits out as he buries his face in your shoulder, and you stroke his hair.

“You’re just too big, Joonie. My big boy who can only think with his big cock.” You praise as you feel him twitch deep inside, and he groans against you.

Namjoon slowly thrusts his hips, and when you moan, he takes it as a good sign and drags your body so you are balancing precariously on the edge as he pounds into you with force.

With every thrust, his cock drags against your sensitive walls, and he fills you in a way that has broken moans spilling from your mouth as you take what he has to give.

Your slick is smeared between your thighs as Namjoon towers over you and pounds into you with low grunts spilling from his lips.

Namjoon fucks like an animal, with his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he takes you right there on the washing machine in the middle of the afternoon.

Sweat is dripping from his brow, and he keeps closing his eyes and grinding his teeth as his cock drills into you, making you nearly vibrate on top of the washing machine.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He grits out.

You are a mess as he works his cock into you, and your hands leave the washer to hold onto his shoulders for support as you cry out his name.

In a desperate attempt to get his big cock deeper you curl your legs around his middle and lock him in place as he smirks knowingly.

“Knew you liked it when I’m buried deep inside you. My baby is such a slut for big cock.”

You cry out at his words and nearly bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

His arms flex to hold him up, bicep muscles straining as you grind down to meet his messy thrusts, trying to push yourself as close as possible to his big body.

He begins to pepper hot kisses to your skin as the pleasure builds to a peak, and you feel your body begin to seize up as another orgasm is on the horizon.

The only sounds are grunts and moans as Namjoon pulls all the way out to make you cry, then shoves his cock back in with force.

Your arousal is smeared between your legs and on his stomach, and Namjoon looks down in time to see it dripping off his cock, which makes him grunt out your name.

“Right there. Fuck Joon. Don’t stop.” You beg as your sharp fingernails dig into his shoulders.

Namjoon can feel you getting close, so he uses one hand to dip down between your thighs to rub at your oversensitive clit.

You nearly bend yourself in half and cry out his name as he touches you in the way that makes you see stars.

“Joon. Gonna-”

“I know baby me too.”

With one final wail of his name, your pussy clamps down, and you spasm as you cum hard around him.

Spots dance in your vision, and your entire body tingles as you feel Namjoon’s hips start to falter and he fills you up with shot after shot of his warm cum.

He’s saying something.

You’re almost sure of it.

But you can’t make out what it was over the blood pounding in your ears as you slump forward against his chest.

Your body feels wobbly as he pulls his spent cock from you, and you let out a wince when you feel the mess between your thighs.

“I…don’t even have words for that holy shit Namjoon.” You sigh as you nearly slip from the top of the washer, but his strong arms are there to catch you.

“Yeah. Me too.” He says as he presses a soft kiss to your head before scooping you up and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“You’re an animal, you know that?” You tease as you snuggle your face into his chest.

“Yeah, but you love it.”

He grins, flashing his dimples as he answers.

“Yeah. I do.” You respond.

You put the first load in, humming under your breath as you do so, and you get to work tidying up the rest of the house.

The sky is a bright blue with wispy clouds, and you’d love nothing more than to throw open the windows, but heat warnings had been plaguing the city for the last week, and you figured staying inside was the best option.

Grabbing your cleaning supplies, you moved from room to room, dusting and tidying as you went, picking up objects and making sure they went back where they belonged, all the while you padded around on bare feet with Namjoon’s extra-large shirt hanging off your frame.

Once the washer beeped, you rested your broom against a wall and padded over to the laundry room.

You flicked on the light and opened the washer door as you shook out the clothes before putting them in the dryer.

Just as you got to the bottom of the drum, you heard the front door open.

“Hey Joonie!” You called out as you stood up on your tiptoes to stick your head in the washer to get those pesky socks that seemed to stick to the bottom.

That was how Namjoon found you.

Hair wild, face half buried in the washer, miles of skin on display as his shirt provided a lewd sort of dress that kept revealing more of you to his hungry eyes as you reached deeper.

Namjoon swallowed hard as your calf muscles flexed, pushing you deeper into the washer and making his shirt ride up even higher on your body.

Namjoon couldn’t look away.

The shirt rode up enough where he could just start to see the swell of your ass as you extended your arm, hiking the material up and making his cock stir in his pants.

You were a vision.

You were enticing.

Namjoon felt all the blood leave his brain as he watched you work.

He dropped his bag and cleared his throat, finally snagging your attention.

“Hey, baby!” You said, happily holding some socks as you threw them in the dryer and closed the door.

He once again swallowed hard as his shirt skimmed your upper thighs, and seeing you wearing his clothes and nothing else turned him on in a way that all the logic left his brain.

“What are you w-wearing?” He choked out as his eyes roved from your pert nipples to your stomach and finally settled on the apex of your thighs.

You crossed one leg over the other almost bashfully, and Namjoon nearly growled.

He didn’t want you to be shy around him.

“I…sorry, Joonie, I’ve been meaning to do laundry, and I guess it got away from me. I borrowed one of your shirts,” You said, pulling at the hem as Namjoon stalks towards you, eyes flashing and teeth biting into his plush lower lip.

“Don’t you dare hide from me.” He demands, as he grabs your hands and pulls them so they are no longer tugging on the hem of his shirt.

“I just-I didn’t have any clean shorts and your pants would never fit, so I…” Your voice trailed off as you stood there.

Eyes wide.

Innocent.

As if you didn’t do this on purpose to drive him crazy.

And maybe you didn’t

But at this point, Namjoon didn’t give a fuck.

“I come home from a long day, and here you are, doing laundry, wearing my clothes that hardly cover your ass. Fuck... you drive me wild.” He nearly moans as his hands grab your hips and roughly shoves you into the washer.

You wince as the cold metal comes in contact with your back, and Namjoon grins as he cages you in.

His tall frame towers over you, and you can’t help but feel small under the heat of his heated stare.

You can’t help the groan that slips out when he places both hands on either side of your body.

He doesn’t say a word; instead, he presses his front into yours and lets you feel how turned on he is, which makes your head swim as you struggle to process what is happening.

One minute you are reaching the bottom of the washer to grab stray socks, and the next you are caged in by your impossibly hot husband as he stares at you like he wants to swallow you whole.

“Up on the washer.”

His voice is rough and makes you shiver as his lips tease the shell of your ear, causing you to buck your hips into his aching length.

“I-uh? What?” You stammer.

“I said. Up on the washer. Now. Or I’ll throw you up there myself.” He growls as you scramble to do as he says, and you wince as the cold metal of the washer comes in contact with your bare thighs.

“Fuck. You’re a vision.” He complements, as his hand adjusts his glasses before finding a resting spot on your bare thighs, and he takes his sweet time spreading you open for him.

“And nothing underneath? No underwear? No thong? My little minx you wanted me to come home to this, didn’t you?” He purrs as his thumbs run up and down your legs, and you can feel arousal pool in your stomach as you try not to fidget under his searing gaze.

“I-I didn’t. I don’t know.” You manage to respond, as with each swipe of his thumb along your skin, he gets higher and closer to where you are dripping for him.

He ducks down to nibble at your jaw, and you tilt your head back to give him access as you part your legs, allowing his large frame to fit perfectly between them.

His cock is jutting out from the thin material of his shorts, and you shamelessly grind against it as Namjoon sucks on the sensitive skin under your ear.

“My perfect girl. Bet you’re already dripping for me, huh?” He coos as his hands come to the hem of the shirt and he hikes it higher so your lower half is completely bare, and his extra-large shirt pools around your hips.

You are squirming at this point as you feel your pussy aching to be filled with his long, thick cock.

Namjoon finally parts your legs wide and uses his pointer finger to drag up your wet folds, causing you to arch your back and a broken moan to leave your lips.

“Soaked. Fucking knew it.” He chuckled darkly as one finger began to draw slow, teasing circles on your clit as if he had all the time in the world.

You cry out his name and use your legs that are wrapped around his waist to try and pull him closer.

Namjoon’s having none of that as he delivers a light smack to your upper thigh, causing you to gasp.

“I come home and see you dressed like this? You’re not in control here, pretty girl. I am.”

His eyes are narrowed, his cheeks are red with excitement, and you can do nothing but nod as he takes his time gathering your wetness and rubbing slow circles against your clit.

The air is punched from your lungs when he slowly circles your opening and slips a finger inside with ease.

“There’s my girl. Open up for me now. I have to get you prepped for my cock.” He praises as his eyebrows furrow in concentration.

He works the digit in and out of your body, curling it just right and soaking in your moans and whines as he brings you close to the edge with each push of his finger inside your heat.

Namjoon slips another finger in, and you feel yourself clench down on the digits.

He uses his other hand to rub up and down your thighs before he coats the fingers that aren’t buried inside you in your arousal, before once again circling your clit.

This time, there is no soft teasing; he gives you tight, fast circles that make you see stars, and you bow forward, gripping onto his broad shoulders as you bury your face into his neck and cry out his name.

“Take it. Take it like a good girl and cum on my fingers. You want to walk around wearing only my clothes, then take it.” He growls as the callouses of his fingerprints drag against your front wall.

Namjoon’s fingers pound into you, the circles on your clit are only getting faster and more brutal, and with a whine, you lose it as you cum hard.

The wail you let out is borderline banshee as you ride out your high, grinding your hips down to meet his fingers and letting your body light up from the inside out as Namjoon works you through the shockwaves of your orgasm.

Once you come to, your head is fuzzy, and your eyes open in time to see Namjoon slip his fingers out and hold them up to you.

They are stained with strings of milky wetness, and you swallow hard when Namjoon grins devilishly before popping his digits into his mouth to clean them.

“H-holy shit.” You groan as you watch his eyes flutter closed at your taste.

Namjoon laps them up eagerly, and when his eyes finally open again, his pupils are blown wide with need.

“I can’t. I need to…fuck.” He groans as he kneels down and forcibly pulls your legs apart, making you gasp.

“Joon I just. I need a minute…I-” You cry out.

He rips off his glasses and throws them on a pile of discarded towels as he feverishly kisses your thighs before burying his face in your warm, wet heat without any warning.

You moan and writhe, but Namjoon’s hands come to hold you down as he ravishes you.

The heat of his tongue against your sensitive folds makes your eyes roll back as you dig your hands into the sides of the washer, trying to hold yourself steady.

Namjoon’s skilled tongue dances across your folds as his nose bumps and grinds against your clit in a way that makes your legs shake and your heart race under his shirt.

Every time you squirm from the overstimulation, his nails dig into your thighs harder, holding you in place.

You are powerless to stop him as you arch your back and feel him groan against your pussy.

He’s carnal in the way he eats you out. His back muscles ripple under his shirt as he holds your legs as wide as they will possibly go to give him more access to the wetness smeared between your thighs.

Your high is building fast, and you struggle against him as it’s on the cusp of being too much.

Namjoon uses those soft plush lips of his to suckle your clit, and one of your hands leaves the washer in favour of tangling into his soft hair.

You look down in time to see his sharp gaze piercing yours as his eyes are blown wide with lust, and you lose it and orgasm hard against his face.

Waves of pleasure wash over you, and you can’t even scream as you screw your eyes shut and ride out your high, grinding your pussy against his face as he laps it all up.

It seems to take forever for you to come down, and when you do, you are struggling to catch your breath as Namjoon stands up and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt.

“Namjoon I…seriously, what the hell was that?!” You croak as you fan your face with your hand and watch as he pulls his shirt over his head.

“Jesus Christ.” You groan as you eye his strong chest and taut stomach with the happy trail leading down to where his cock is pulsing against the material of his shorts.

“Me? Look at you? I come home to see you wearing that, and you expect me to be a gentleman?” He teases as his hand strokes his cock through his pants.

“I- I don’t know.” You half laugh, feeling delirious from both orgasms so close together.

“I need to be inside you now. Holy shit.” He whines, as he swiftly pulls his pants and boxers down in one go and steps out of them so he is gloriously naked.

His chest is slightly flushed red, and his cock is standing hard and wet as he gives himself a couple of strokes.

“Now?! We can’t go to the bedroom?” You ask in disbelief as he kicks his clothing to the side and once again parts your legs so he can stand between them.

“Can’t wait. Need you now. Nearly blew my load when you came on my face. You’re so sexy, holy fuck.” He admits as he softly squeezes his length before positioning it at your entrance.

He teases his bulbous cockhead against your soaked folds, drenching the head of his cock in your orgasm.

He stares at you for silent permission, and you nod before he slides himself in.

No matter how much Namjoon preps you, the first breach is always painful as his cock is long and impossibly thick.

He slowly inches himself in until he is completely sheathed, and you scootch yourself so you are right on the edge, giving him more room to thrust inside of you.

“Fuck, even after two orgasms, you’re tight. Open up for me, baby. Come on now.” He grits out as he buries his face in your shoulder, and you stroke his hair.

“You’re just too big, Joonie. My big boy who can only think with his big cock.” You praise as you feel him twitch deep inside, and he groans against you.

Namjoon slowly thrusts his hips, and when you moan, he takes it as a good sign and drags your body so you are balancing precariously on the edge as he pounds into you with force.

With every thrust, his cock drags against your sensitive walls, and he fills you in a way that has broken moans spilling from your mouth as you take what he has to give.

Your slick is smeared between your thighs as Namjoon towers over you and pounds into you with low grunts spilling from his lips.

Namjoon fucks like an animal, with his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he takes you right there on the washing machine in the middle of the afternoon.

Sweat is dripping from his brow, and he keeps closing his eyes and grinding his teeth as his cock drills into you, making you nearly vibrate on top of the washing machine.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He grits out.

You are a mess as he works his cock into you, and your hands leave the washer to hold onto his shoulders for support as you cry out his name.

In a desperate attempt to get his big cock deeper you curl your legs around his middle and lock him in place as he smirks knowingly.

“Knew you liked it when I’m buried deep inside you. My baby is such a slut for big cock.”

You cry out at his words and nearly bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

His arms flex to hold him up, bicep muscles straining as you grind down to meet his messy thrusts, trying to push yourself as close as possible to his big body.

He begins to pepper hot kisses to your skin as the pleasure builds to a peak, and you feel your body begin to seize up as another orgasm is on the horizon.

The only sounds are grunts and moans as Namjoon pulls all the way out to make you cry, then shoves his cock back in with force.

Your arousal is smeared between your legs and on his stomach, and Namjoon looks down in time to see it dripping off his cock, which makes him grunt out your name.

“Right there. Fuck Joon. Don’t stop.” You beg as your sharp fingernails dig into his shoulders.

Namjoon can feel you getting close, so he uses one hand to dip down between your thighs to rub at your oversensitive clit.

You nearly bend yourself in half and cry out his name as he touches you in the way that makes you see stars.

“Joon. Gonna-”

“I know baby me too.”

With one final wail of his name, your pussy clamps down, and you spasm as you cum hard around him.

Spots dance in your vision, and your entire body tingles as you feel Namjoon’s hips start to falter and he fills you up with shot after shot of his warm cum.

He’s saying something.

You’re almost sure of it.

But you can’t make out what it was over the blood pounding in your ears as you slump forward against his chest.

Your body feels wobbly as he pulls his spent cock from you, and you let out a wince when you feel the mess between your thighs.

“I…don’t even have words for that holy shit Namjoon.” You sigh as you nearly slip from the top of the washer, but his strong arms are there to catch you.

“Yeah. Me too.” He says as he presses a soft kiss to your head before scooping you up and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“You’re an animal, you know that?” You tease as you snuggle your face into his chest.

“Yeah, but you love it.”

He grins, flashing his dimples as he answers.

“Yeah. I do.” You respond.