Sleep With Me | KNJ x Reader

Ch 28 | Taste

Y/N's POV:

Namjoon's hands roam your body, his touch making your skin tighten and tingle as he slides his fingers underneath the shirt you'd stolen from him. Everything he's doing is slow and intentional. He knows you're craving him and he's making you wait, taking his time to caress every inch of you.

"J-Joon," you moan, begging him to pick up the pace before he silences you by pressing his lips against yours again. Every place he's touching you feels like it's on fire, leaving your skin smoldering in his wake. You want him to the point of pain, but so far he's avoided the places you really crave his touch.

His left hand has been tracing gentle patterns on your skin, rotating between the curve of your hip to the smoothness of your stomach, while his right hand grips your thighs. Your legs tremble as you feel the wetness pooling into your thong, the thin sliver of fabric not containing anything.

He breaks your kiss and begins trailing his mouth across your jaw and down your neck, leaving wet kisses against your skin as you comb your fingers through his hair, gripping him tight enough to make him moan.

"Joon," you whimper again. "Touch me."

"Patience, baby," he chuckles, grazing his lips across your collarbone. "I'll have you moaning my name for a different reason soon."

Fuck, this man is going to be the death of me.

He slides the shirt up your body and you arch your back to help him take it off. He slips the fabric over your head and tosses it near his on the ground, your hair falling around your shoulders causing him to catch a whiff of that strawberry and vanilla scent he's always craving. He's leaning over you on his knees, eyes burning with desire as he takes in the sight of you.

"Fuck," he groans, his fingers tracing over the lace of your bralette. Your breath hitches as the sensation of him brushing over your nipple sends bolts of electricity through your body. "If I'd known you had this on underneath, I would've ripped that dress off of you immediately."

"Your fault for being a slowpoke," you smirk, your hands tracing the defined ridges of his abs, trailing upwards to wrap your arms around his neck.

He smiles softly at you before his lips crash against yours again, his mouth much greedier this time. He presses his body down onto yours as he sucks on your bottom lip, letting a moan slip out as you feel him against your heat again.

Your head tilts back in a gasp as he grinds against you, one of his hands now gripping your right breast. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your neck and over your collar bone until he gets to the lace of your bra. He slowly moves his lips down to kiss you over the mesh fabric before he hooks a finger under the strap to slide it off your shoulder, allowing the flexibility for him to pull the lace down just low enough for him to fully expose your breasts. You let out another whimper as his thumb grazes across your nipple, making it stiffen under his touch.

He raises back up on his knees as his right arm rests against the mattress, his left hand leaving your breast, slowly tracing down your stomach to reach the hem of your thong. You bite your lip to stifle your moan as his pointer and middle finger graze over your clit, his tongue making circles around your nipple.

"Let me hear your voice," he demands, gently nibbling your stiff pebble between his teeth. You bite even harder into your lower lip, knowing how embarrassingly loud you're about to be.