Sleep With Me | KNJ x Reader

Ch 63 | Obsessed

Y/N's POV:

"How does that feel, baby?" Namjoon smirks, looking down at your face contorted in pleasure. He loves the way you writhe as he slowly pumps his length in and out of you, torturing you with his gradual speed.

"Faster," you beg, gripping the couch cushions beneath you. You open your eyes to see him looking down at where you're connected, ignoring your pleas as he continues to gently pump himself into you.

"God," he groans, making your breath hitch as he buries himself all the way to the hilt inside of you. "This is my favorite view."

Namjoon looms over you with your back flat against the couch. Your left leg is lifted up and over his shoulder while your right leg is bent with your foot on the ground. It's been a week since your injury but you and Namjoon have found a way to have sex almost every single day.

The two main positions that don't pinch your hip are this couch position, and then anywhere Namjoon can bend you over. He's bent you over his couch, his island, his desk, his dinner table, and he even once came over and fucked you over Taehyung's computer table. You felt kinda bad for that one so you made sure to deep clean it afterwards.

You were worried he'd cut you off from sex like last time but he doesn't seem interested in that at all. In fact, he can't keep his hands off of you. You feel ugly now that the burns have started to heal, scabbing up your skin and making you itchy, but Namjoon clearly doesn't mind at all. He's taking any chance he can get to be buried inside you.

"Please, Joon," you pant, growing desperate, "fuck me harder." The slick sounds from him slowly pulsing in and out of you are driving you crazy. It's turning you on even more and you're this close to climbing on top of him and ignoring your hip pain.

"As you wish," he chuckles, removing your leg from his shoulder to push your bent knee into the couch cushion, spreading your legs further apart. He positions himself above you, his arms extended out on either side of your head, making direct eye contact with you as he picks up the pace.

"Oh my god," you moan, gripping Namjoon's forearms. You're finding it difficult to hold his gaze since your eyes want to roll to the back of your head. The feeling of him quickening his thrusts shoots waves of ecstasy through your body.

"Fuck!" you cry out, digging your nails into his skin as he begins to slam into you. Your head snaps back as he skillfully rolls his hips with each thrust, knowing exactly how to hit your sweet spot.

Your breath gets caught in your lungs as you feel his hand wrap around your throat, squeezing against the sides to intensify your pleasure. "Look at me when you cum," he growls, tightening his grip.

He knows you're close. He knows your body so well you don't even have to tell him anymore. You instinctively close your eyes as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to snap, and Namjoon grips your throat even tighter, actually cutting off some airflow. "I said look at me," he commands, making your eyes meet his.

"Oh g-god," you moan shakily as his eyes bore into yours, your walls clenching tightly around him as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. The sight of his hooded eyes staring straight into your soul as you come undone makes your chest feel like it's going to explode. He continues to fuck you through your high, thrusting himself into you harder each time. The way your legs tremble around him strokes his ego, reminding him he's the only person who can make you cum like this.

"Fuck," you exhale, coming down off your high as his grip releases from your neck. You look down at where you're connected and watch him thrust into you, probably pretty close himself. You roll your hips with his and earn a husky moan from his mouth.