Sleep With Me | KNJ x Reader

Ch 30 | Soundproof

Author's POV:

The chilly night breeze dances across your exposed stomach, making you cling onto Namjoon's arm for warmth as his driver pulls back up to the bar. There are multiple people gaping at the two of you leaving together but you're too drunk to care, and Namjoon certainly doesn't mind either. Even though you're the one clinging onto him, he's the one staring at you with heart eyes, ignoring everyone else's existence. The street you're on has a strict no-photo policy to protect the high-end clients' safety, so it's pretty unlikely anything will get leaked.

Namjoon chuckles at your reaction as your eyes fall on a sleek black limousine stopping in front of you rather than the usual van he rides in. The chauffeur steps quickly to your door and ushers you both inside in an effort to avoid any curious onlookers. Your curiosity about the limo doesn't last long as you immediately climb onto Namjoon's lap, straddling his waist before the limo door is even shut.

"Whoa, baby, be carefu—"

Your mouth is pressed against his before he can finish, your hands sliding up his biceps before gently gripping his hair in your fists. He groans as you slip your tongue into his mouth, pressing your body against him as much as the position will allow.

"Baby," Namjoon pants, pulling back for air. "I need to-"

His breath gets caught in his throat as you lean back to look at him, eyes sated and lips swollen from his kiss, from the heat burning between you. You look absolutely beautiful, but what has him paralyzed is the way you're looking at him.

You're biting into your lip as you give him the most lustful yet pleading eyes, immediately sending a jolt to his lower half. Your eyes are filled with nothing but desire for him. Desire to please him.

Suddenly the partition that divides the driver and backseat slides up, which is what Namjoon was trying to stop you for. Luckily this new driver is quick on the uptake, and raised the partition for him without having to ask.

I need to give him a raise, Namjoon says to himself.

"Are you going to keep me waiting?" you whine, pushing your lips into a pout and sending a dagger straight to his heart.

"Fuck, you are going to kill me one day," he groans, entangling his fingers in your hair before capturing your lips hungrily. He gently tugs your hair, tilting your head before sliding his tongue past your lips to taste you. He hums in satisfaction as you suckle his bottom lip before pulling back for air.

"Joon," you whimper as he begins to leave featherlight kisses down your neck. "I want you. I need you inside me."

The neediness in your voice sends flames through his whole body. You almost sound like you're on the verge of tears with how badly you're begging for him.

You rock against him as his hands grip your hips, the friction causing your core to dampen even more. He slides your skirt up past your thighs and over your hips, exposing your bare skin. He guides you slightly up to your knees and you have to grip his shoulders to stay upright.

"Oh fuck," you breathe out, throwing your head back as his fingers glide across your clothed heat, moving in slow, sensual circles. His other arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.

"Take your shirt off," he commands. You obediently lift the hem of your crop top to pull it over your head before placing it carelessly on the seat next to you. You trace your fingers over the delicate fabric of your bra before freeing your breasts. He moans at the sight of you before leaning down and capturing one of your stiff peaks into his hot mouth.

"I need you inside me, please," you beg, grinding your core even more into his palm, his arousal for you tightening the fabric of his boxers.

"Sorry baby," he chuckles. "You'll have to be okay with this for ten more minutes. Then I promise I'll fill you up."