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Namjoon comes home from his run to Jungha laying on her stomach, sound asleep on the couch. She's wearing a baggy tank top and loose short sleep shorts, dozing softly in the sun that’s shining through their windows. Jungha looks warm, comfortable even in her shorts that have ridden up a little, and instead of feeling endeared at the sight of his girlfriend, right now Namjoon just feels hungry.
Quietly, Namjoon kicks off his sneakers, moving carefully to the couch to sit himself on the back of her thighs. Jungha doesn’t stir, so Namjoon takes the time to feel her ass up languidly, hands sliding up to grab a little at her waist under her shirt. She’s so skinny there that it drives Namjoon a little crazy sometimes, a delicate little frame in his grasp.
He squeezes once more before his hands are coming back down, pulling her hips up carefully to not wake her. And as his hands come down, the tiny shorts she wears come with them. No panties underneath.
Gently, he pulls Jungha’s pussy lips open, and surprisingly she's wet, lips a little flushed and swollen still. She wakes up horny most days, even if she's shy to admit or do anything about it. She must've taken the morning alone to pleasure herself without getting caught, and the thought of Jungha warm in bed, fingers rubbing over herself, opening herself up has Namjoon chubbing up in his shorts.
Namjoon easily presses a finger into her hole, and she whines softly in her sleep.
She's all soft and wet, warm and swollen on the inside. Definitely already had an orgasm or two.
Lazily, Namjoon fingers her pussy, pressing along her puffy walls, leisurely exploring as he grows harder along the back of her thigh. She shifts restlessly a bit, beginning to stir awake, but it’s only when Namjoon moves to brush his thumb along her asshole that she wakes up, turning her head sleepily.
“Oppa?”
“Yeah, baby?”
Namjoon crooks a finger down at the angle Jungha likes and she gasps, “Wha-?”
“Why're you laying out here, pussy all soft and wet, huh? You waiting for me to come back?”
“You weren't here when I woke up,” she pouts.
“Woke up all needy and oppa’s cock was nowhere to be found? Poor thing.”
She blushes, growing shy below him– always does when Namjoon talks down to her– and normally he reigns it in, but there’s something about her all vulnerable and ready beneath him that has Namjoon losing his filter. She yelps when he grabs her ass, using his thumbs to pull her open until her pussy’s gaping a bit.
“Joon-ah,” Jungha whines. “Don’t look at it like that.”
“Why? S’all pretty here, baby. Pretty little cunt…” Namjoon skims a thumb along her asshole again and she shivers. “Pretty little hole here, too… Which one can oppa have right now?”
“Go shower first. You’re sweaty.” Her nose wrinkles. “Your legs are all sticky on my thighs.”
Namjoon ignores her, pets over her asshole with his thumb again before sliding it down into her pussy. “Can’t wait that long. Let me get my dick wet first. Just a little.”
Despite her complaints, Jungha moans as he pumps his thumb inside her. He takes the time to slip the band of his shorts below his cock and balls, and Jungha’s right– the dried sweat has left the skin of his cock tacky as he strokes himself. He could care less right now. They’d just shower after anyway.
Namjoon slaps his cockhead against her asshole, and a bit of precum is left behind, but he makes no move to open her up. It's not what he wants. The thought of sinking into her warm, swollen pussy is too tempting.
He removes his thumb. “Hold yourself open and let me in, baby.”
From here, Namjoon can see the flush of Jungha’s neck, face no doubt matching in redness. She gets so embarrassed with sex so easily, but still, she complies, reaching back to pull herself open.
“C’mon, more than that. Namjoon gives her ass an encouraging tap.
“Oppa…” she whines.
“I promise it’ll feel good, baby. Just gape your hole for me a little bit.”
And Jungha’s so good, she does it anyway, grip tight on her own skin as she opens her lips. He can see the deep pink inside of her, wet and willing, and he wastes no time, popping his dark cockhead inside.
He's gentle at first. Jungha doesn't like being opened with fingers. She prefers it more to be stretched open on his cock, so Namjoon does just that, fucking in shallowly, grip on her waist and her ass cheek as he does his best to practice restraint.
Jungha groans happily below him, head turning to the side, and now Namjoon can see as her face pinches in pleasure.
He takes it as his sign to press in a little deeper, test the waters. He's big, and she doesn't always like taking him fully because of it, but he's feeling selfish this morning. Jungha isn't really protesting, so he keeps pressing forward, deeper and deeper–
“Namjoonie-oppa–”
“Shh,” he strokes her side as he keeps going. “That's it. Just let me in. You're swallowing me right up baby. Oppa can't help it if your body wants it all.” He punctuates it with a sharp jut forward of his hips, sheathing the last inch inside of her, hips flush to her ass.
She squirms under him, all panting and shy again, but the feeling of her squirming around and clenching on his cock has him groaning.
He gives her what probably isn't enough time to adjust, but it's as much as he can tolerate, before he's drawing back and driving forward again, thrusts strong enough to have her ass rippling on impact a bit.
“‘S too much,” but Jungha moans anyway as Namjoon starts a steady rhythm, fucking into her hard enough to have the skin clapping between them.
“You’re taking it all, baby. I can’t stop now. Can't help it if your pussy’s hungry for cock.”
Jungha opens her mouth to reply, but Namjoon pounds in, sharper, and she chokes out a gasp instead.
Namjoon doesn't slow down for her to catch a breath. He just keeps driving into her at this harsher pace. He didn’t lie, once he's started, he truly can't stop, and Jungha knows that. The grip of her cunt is dizzying. He's never been a two-pump chump with anyone but Jungha, but his girlfriend's pussy is the eighth wonder of the world, so he gives himself some slack.
Jungha has gone silent apart from her rough breathing, mouth parted and drooling where she's pressed against the couch. By the way her pussy is dripping though, her slick coating his balls and shorts, he doesn't need her moans to know she's enjoying it.
He gets off on them though, the sound of it all, the sound of their wet skin meeting, of her cunt sloshing along him, the rough breathing and fabric rustling. It goes to his head. He fucks the words out of her.
Namjoon wraps his hand in her ponytail, not pulling the long, dark strands hard, but enough for her to know he's gripping it, that he’s holding her down, and he does get a moan out of her for that.
“Oppa, I-I’m gonna…”
“Yeah?” Namjoon speeds up, drills her. “You gonna cum on oppa’s cock, huh? Get it all nice and creamy? Make a mess of it?” He smacks her ass sharply. “That’s dirty, Jungha.”
His words are filthy, he knows that, and he's pushing the limits to how gross Jungha will let him be. Jungha can only take so much before her embarrassment can turn to annoyance. But right now, his girlfriend clenches up anyway, moaning brokenly as her orgasm rocks through her.
Namjoon reaches down to rub her clit through it, help her make it last longer, and her moans rise in pitch as he does. He doesn’t pull off until she starts breathing again, her legs starting to twitch as it becomes too much.
“Can I keep going, baby?” Namjoon asks, letting go of her hair to soothe a hand down her damp spine.
She whimpers, nods. Her hands slipped from holding herself open long ago, so she lets herself go completely boneless under him. Namjoon loves her like this, all limp and pliant. She lets him go as hard as he wants after an orgasm, body all loose and pussy relaxed enough for him to just fuck her sloppy.
He flips her over onto her back, ripping her shorts off the rest of the way. She's wet all around her cunt and thighs, a damp spot forming on the couch under her, but that future-Namjoon’s problem. Current-Namjoon sinks back inside of her easily with a pained groan. He folds her legs to her chest, and she gets impossibly tighter. He knows he’s not going to last, so he has no shame in his sloppy thrusts, chasing his own pleasure.
Jungha moans softly, and if Namjoon were patient enough, he could probably work her up to another orgasm, but like he said before– he’s feeling selfish, and he can’t think much beyond the feeling of Jungha’s tight channel pulsing around his cock.
Her tank top has shifted to where her breasts are now exposed, and watches hungrily as they jiggle as she’s fucked into the cushions, the visual making him want to go harder, to lean down and tease with bites and licks– but he can’t last long enough to finish what he’d start with that.
“Can oppa cum inside, Jungha? Make a mess of your pussy?”
She whines, shakes her head, “N-no.”
Namjoon groans, “No? Not in here?” He taps her clit once, and she flinches, leg kicking.
“In my mouth,” Jungha sighs out.
“I didn’t shower, baby.” He offers the out.
“Don’ care. I wanna taste us,” she whines again, opening her mouth and lolling out her tongue. Namjoon almost blows his load inside her anyway at the sight.
Forget Namjoon being the filthy one; Jungha’s just as bad.
He doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Namjoon slides out with a squelch, moving up to straddle her chest. Her eyes cross a bit as she stares at his cock with want. He strokes himself, tugging roughly as he rests his cockhead along her tongue.
Jungha looks up at him hungrily, surprising him as she moves forward to seal her lips around his shaft, bobbing shallowly along what she can fit in her mouth.
Namjoon moans as he feels her tongue slide along his cock, soft and velvet as she sucks him. No doubt she’s tasting herself, her cum mixed with his sweat, but she doesn't flinch, just slurps him greedily anyway.
He doesn't get the chance to warn her before his thoughts drive him over the edge, balls drawing up as cums right along her tongue. He pulls out at the last moment to let a few more streaks land across her lips and cheeks, too, jerking himself over her pretty face.
When he comes back down to earth a few seconds later, panting heavily as he holds his spent cock, he looks back down to Jungha who is… less than impressed. She's pouting. Shit. Namjoon knew he was pushing it.
“Baby, I’m sorry,” he grovels, still trying to get brain function back. “You just look so cute with cum on your face.” Jungha huffs.
“I said in my mouth, oppa,” she whines. “Now I have to do another face mask.”
Namjoon coos, moving to thumb away some of the cum that was sliding toward her eye. If he rubs it into the skin a little, neither of them comment on it. “You like it,” Namjoon teases.
Jungha blushes, “Whatever, just go shower. Stinky man.”
Namjoon grins. Nicknames; not that mad at him then. He picks her up, and she yelps, scrambling to wrap her limbs around him as they stand from the couch. “You’re stinky too, now. You gotta shower with me. That's the rules.”
“Who says?”
“Clean girls don’t let stinky boys into their holes. That’s just naughty, Jungha.”
“Stop,” Jungha draws out as a whine, shyly hiding her face in his neck.
He just chuckles, kisses her temple, and walks them to the bathroom where they’ll shower together. “C’mon, stink, I’ll do a face mask with you.”