I slowly start to stir awake, groaning and yawning. My lamp was never turned off, so I have to get used to the brightness. I look at the clock that's on the wall across from my bed and my eyes adjust to see that it's 1 in the morning. Being careful of the arm that is wrapped around my waist, I turn over in bed and come face-to-face with a sleeping Namjoon. My heart literally melts at the sight of him. His features are flawless. He's been growing his hair out, so the strands nearly cover his eyes entirely. His skin is so clear and so smooth, his lips full and soft. He's really a sight to see.

I smile softly, quietly and carefully leaving my bed to use the bathroom. Once I've handled my business and cleaned myself up a little bit, I head back into my bedroom. To my surprise, Namjoon is sitting up in my bed, rubbing his eyes.

"Well good morning."

"Good morning." He replies with a yawn. "What time is it?"

"Like, 1 something."

"Fuck, it's late." He groans. "Why are you up?"

I shrug simply. "Bathroom. Why are you up?"

"Because you left." He answers casually. If only he knew how my heart skipped a beat. He's so damn cute. "How are you feeling?"

"You ask me this, like, everyday." I tease, taking my spot next to him. "I feel almost refreshed."

"You did some pretty cool shit earlier."

"Don't remind me." I cover my face in embarrassment.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "That was good stuff, come on."

"You say that because you made it happen." I sink down, hoping to become invisible.

"You said it, not me." He laughs. "I got some of that on camera."

"You recorded it!?" My eyes widen, now searching frantically for his phone. "Delete it."

Namjoon continues to laugh, handing me his phone. "Relax. It isn't a video. There's just a bunch of rapid still pictures from when I first started fingering you."

"Eww, don't say that." I cringe.

"It isn't even bad." He rolls his eyes. "Pick the ones you like and delete the rest, or delete them all and we'll do something else."

I open his gallery and go through the pictures. The man is a genius with the angles. Our faces are completely cut out, and only our bodies are seen. There's one still that he captured where my back is slightly arched. I'm vividly remembering this exact moment, and this is the only picture that will be saved.

I delete all the other pictures and hand him back his phone. He takes it back, smiling as he sees which one was spared. "That's a candid shot. You look so sexy."

"I'm thirsty." I get up in a hurry and rush out of the bedroom. I hear him laughing as I basically running into the kitchen.

I exhale, mentally kicking my ass. What the hell is going on? What are we doing? I open my fridge and grab the vodka, taking a hit straight from the bottle. The liquor is hot going down my throat, spreading across my chest and making me shiver. Another exhale and I'm good to go. I grab a small bottle of Gatorade and down that before going back into my bedroom.

Namjoon is nowhere in sight, so I assume he's using the bathroom. I grab a couple of clothing items to prepare for a shower. I passed out before I could take one earlier. I'm headed toward my bathroom when I hear the shower turn on. That asshole beat me to it.

"Dammit."

My phone dings as I enter my bedroom once again, and it's from JustUs. I decide to open it and see that it's a new comment. Namjoon moves very fast because it's a new comment on the picture that I just chose. The comment makes me smile, but this is only one of many. I decide to let the site be for the night and I'll check again in the morning.

About 10 minutes pass and Namjoon is walking back into my bedroom with wet hair, and basketball shorts. The man is fine as hell and he has the audacity to be shirtless. We don't exchange words as I just grab my things and quickly make my way into the bathroom. I don't take long as I wash my body and do my lazy girl skincare routine in less than 15 minutes. I just want to go back to bed.

Entering my room for the final time, I'm met with Namjoon in just his boxers now. I'm internally salivating, but I play it cool. "Now where are your shorts?"

"Over there." He points to the side as if it's obvious.

"Right." I roll my eyes. "Just put 'em back on."

"Why? Do I get you feeling some kind of way?" He teases.

"Yes, now put it back on." I say honestly. "It's damn near 2 in the morning, and I want to go to bed."

"Just come lay down. Me being pants-less won't kill you."

I huff in defeat, not in the mood to go back and forth like I normally would. I turn my lamp off and lie down, trying to get comfortable. Once I am, I'm startled by Namjoon's sudden movements. He disappears under the blanket and I gasp when he starts tugging at my shorts.

"Namjoon-"

"Just to help you go back to sleep? And a midnight snack for me." He kisses my clothed center and I can't help but to shake my head and laugh.

"You're so corny." I lift my hips to aid him in pulling my shorts down, leaving my panties on though. It's a little too natural at this point.

"Actually," He comes out from under the blanket, throwing it off of us. "can we try something?"

"That's all we've been doing, so why the hell not." I answer.

Namjoon gently pushes my legs apart, finding his way in between them. I release a small gasp as I feel him against me. Slowly grinding against me, I can feel his erection growing with his movements. Each movement is firm and meticulous, as he knows exactly where to apply the most friction. He takes my wrists, pinning them above my head and capturing my lips with his. Soft moans that are soft enough to be a whisper escape my throat.

This is a level of intimacy I wasn't expecting. This, to me, tops anything sexual we've done thus far, and we haven't even engaged in intercourse yet. If I'm losing my mind just by feeling his erection on my clit through our underwear, then what the hell am I going to do when we actually do this shit?

Every sane part of my mind is telling me to quit while I'm ahead, but the deeper he kisses me, the more strayed I become with that thought. There's nowhere else I'd want to be in this moment. This feels so foreign, yet so familiar. I want more of him and I want it now.

"Joon." I manage to sneak out, moaning lightly and feeling goosebumps rise on his back as he let's my wrists go.

"Hm?" He kisses all over my face.

I can't hide the smile that crosses my features. "We should stop."

Without hesitation, he does so. He disconnects from me and finds his place back beside me. I can make out his features and he looks, embarrassed?

"I'm sorry." Namjoon says.

"Don't be." I kiss his cheek. "If we hadn't have stopped, we'd be having sex right now."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No." I answer quickly, and now it's my turn to be embarrassed. "Ugh, fuck me."

"Easy arrangement." I squeal as he grabs me and flips us to where I'm on top of him. "Grind on me."

"Namjoon, we can't-"

"Can't what? We aren't having sex." He rebuttals nonchalantly. I hate to admit he's right. "It's okay, Ky. We can control ourselves."

The strength this man has. He starts to rock me against him, this friction more prominent than when he was inbetween my legs. This feels better than the first position. I vocalize my pleasure, basking in his hands running up my thighs and the feeling of him rock hard under me. I catch the rhythm, now grinding into him on my own with my hands on his chest.

He's vocal for the first time tonight, letting a low moan escape. "Ride me until you cum."

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Purrrrrr 🤌🏾 we love late night dry humping because these 2 horny mfs are in over their heads 🙃 I don't have much to say, other than the next chapter is an extra one with JustUs comments 🤗 I hope you enjoyed & thank you for reading! I love you! ❤❤❤

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