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A/N: Lowkey forgot that I wrote chapter 4 (honest to god forgot I even posted a 4th part) when I started writing this, so....uh....have some more smut! 

I’m sure no one minds more smut anyway

Words: 1,400

There are soft nights. Gentle touches, wandering hands, mumbled conversations, grinding hips, quiet gasps—

And tonight is one of those nights.

“Namjoon,” you groan, arms draped over his hunched shoulders. His mouth caresses your chest, tongue swirling around your nipple, fingers pressing into your hip. His other hand teases at you entrance, long digits sinking in easily, and you sigh with bliss as he presses against your walls.

Namjoon grunts softly in response, open mouth sucking against the flesh of your breast. He laps a hicky into the skin, two fingers pumping into you slowly, and you whine, arching into his touch. You press your hips down against his hand, wiggling. He knows what that means—you want more—please—so he grants you your wish.

“Mmm, that’s better,” you say, three of his finger moving faster, working you open, and Namjoon groans quietly when you move one of your hands to tangle in the hair at his nape.  Your other hand ghosts across his ribs, nails scraping light tracks against his tan skin, and Namjoon shivers, hairs rising.

“I love you,” you breathe, palm pressing against his abdomen, scooting down to take ahold of his shaft. The contact causes a sound to get caught in Namjoon’s throat, his hips jolting, yet he stills as you begin working your hand up and down his length.

“Fuck,” he groans, teeth tugging at your nipple, and the gasp that leaves your lips causes his cock to ache in your grasp. You’re so good for him—all his and so beautiful.

“Babe, please,” he whispers, craning up to kiss you. You press your eyes shut, moaning against his lips. His fingers curl against your walls, pushing into that sweet spot he knows all too well, and in retaliation you press your thumb into the head of his cock, gripping him a bit tighter.

The sounds of pleasure the two of you make becomes muddled under the heated kisses, bodies aching and breathing labored. Namjoon curses, fingers slipping out of you, and you whine. However, his presence doesn’t disappear for long. The head of his cock nuzzles between your folds, Namjoon wetting himself with your arousal, and when his length flicks over your clit—just barely granting the sensitive bud some relief—your entire body jumps.

Chuckling quietly, Namjoon flashes you an amused grin.

“Shut u—ahhhh fuck,” you begin to say, but as soon as Namjoon presses his cock between your walls, filling you so deliciously, your scolding melts into a moan.

“Shit,” he curses in agreement, hunching forward. His hips are flush to yours—cock completely buried in your delicious warmth—and after a second your hands reaches up, cupping his cheeks. You drag him down, kissing him wetly.

“Move,” you demand, and with a grunt Namjoon obliges. He doesn’t tease you tonight—doesn’t start slow, making you beg for more. He knows what you want, and he wants the same, so for both of your sakes he moves swiftly. His hips rock forward, your ass pressing into the mattress, spine arching. It feel so good—fuck, he feels so good—and you could stay like this with him forever—lost in your own little world of bliss, just the two of you.

Kissing him once more, you card a hand through his faded hair, fingers taking a steady handful of the soft strands. You tug, Namjoon’s pink, used lips pressing together, and his jaw clenches.

“You love it,” you manage to laugh, teasing him. He doesn’t deny it, hips moving quicker, and your grip doesn’t loosen.

“Y/N,” he groans, hands quickly moving to loop around your back. With a hefty tug he pulls you up, his back falling to rest against the headboard, and you straddle his thighs, fingers quickly wrapping around his slick length. You sink onto him once more, head lolling back, hips grinding downward. Namjoon watches you with lustful eyes, hands reaching out to grab your waist. He helps you along, groaning as he watches the way your tits bounce, rosy lips parted sinfully as the pleasure builds. You walls start to tighten around him, and Namjoon curses, hips grinding upward, meeting you half way.

Immediately you curse, breathless. You can sense that Namjoon’s bliss is right around the corner, but—

“Touch yourself if you need it, baby girl,” he tells you, voice gruff, hands sliding up your torso. His thumbs flick over your nipples—already used and sensitive—and you take a deep, gasping breath, and nod. Your hand moves between your legs, two fingers pressing into your clit, and the immediate clenching of your walls has Namjoon cursing.

Fucking into you harder, increasing his efforts, the space between you two soon descends into a breathy, wanton mess. Your ass smacks against his thighs, his fingers tightly pressing into your ribs, and you can barely breathe straight.

“Joon, I’m—fuck,” you gasp, thighs clenching, pace unsteady. Namjoon releases a shaky breath, a buzzing sound echoing in the background, and hangs his head.

“I’m right there, babe. Just—”

“Yeah,” you say, voice catching in your throat, and with a few more thrusts, Namjoon still grinding up against you and your fingers frantic against your clit—you cum. Your orgasm rolls through you, your sated body sinking onto Namjoon’s cock, and the feeling of your walls pulsing around him has Namjoon cursing, his own pleasure peaking.

Groaning, his forehead knocks against your shoulder, muscles tightening and then relaxing as he slowly sinks down from the height of his bliss. You laugh, getting your breath back, and run a hand comfortingly through his hair. Smiling, he presses a kiss against your collarbone, and then pulls back, cupping your cheeks. Namjoon kisses you softly, and winces when you move, attempt to close the space between your bodies.

“Oh, crap—sorry—”

“No, it’s fine,” he laughs, hands gripping your waist, guiding you off of his overly sensitive cock. You smile in return and scoot to the edge of the bed, preparing to grab a wet cloth from the bathroom for the both of you, but just as your foot touches the floor, a buzzing fills the room. Again—you realize, faintly remembering hearing the same sound a few minutes ago—just a background noise to your and Namjoon’s love making.

“Ah, fuck,” your boyfriend curses, hopping off the mattress. He digs through the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, finding his pants. Just as he wrestles his angrily buzzing cellphone out the pocket, it stops, and Namjoon checks the notifications.

“It’s Yoongi hyung. He says the he and a few of the others are going out for food, and they’re wondering if we want to come along.”

“At 11pm?” you laugh, padding from the room.

“I mean…hell, what’s wrong with that. Are you hungry?” he calls after you. You hum thoughtfully, turning on the bathroom sink and waiting for the water to warm. After a few seconds it does, and you quickly wet a cloth before returning to your bedroom.

“I mean…yeah, I could go for some food.”

Namjoon grins happily, swiping his screen open.

“Hurry and get dressed. I’m sure they’re already on the road,” he says while clicking on Yoongi’s number. After a few rings the elder picks up, exclaiming that they’re only 5 minutes away, and immediately you and Namjoon hurry to clean yourselves up and pull on some fresh clothes.

A little over 5 minutes later, Namjoon’s phone buzzes again—a text from Jin, saying they’re out front. Double-checking each other’s appearances, making sure you don’t completely look fresh from a round of sex, you and Namjoon exit your apartment.

In front of the building, Jin, Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook are there to greet you. You climb into the farthest back seat, sitting beside Jimin, and Namjoon sits the next row up beside Jungkook. Up front, Jin and Yoongi navigate, Jungkook and Namjoon poking into the twos bickering as they all debate which restaurant to head to.

Beside you, Jimin laughs quietly, and then glances over at you, blinking.

“Y/N,” he says, catching your attention. You look over at him, taking in his friendly smile, and blink when he reaches forward, untucking the hair you’d tucked behind your ear.

“May want to keep it all down, those hickies look fresh, but still,” he laughs, eyes creasing with his smile, and you blush a little.

Series End! 

Little late on these. But a few more pages from my Left With Nothing doujinshi. Enjoy. 

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