You stretched your aching limbs and rolled onto your side, feeling Namjoons smooth warm skin next to you in his large bed.

The morning sun kissed his decorated skin, his freshly showered scent still strong and crisp on his paint-free body as he slept.

He's so beautiful...

His pale lips parted as he snored (not so softly) and his hair pointed in every direction.

His eyelashes halo over his cheekbones and his perfect profile is lined in the warm tone of the morning rays.

You could stare at him like this for hours, thankful for the quiet opportunity to admire every single delectable part of him.

You ran a delicate finger over the raised skin of the tattoos winding down his arm, starting from the abstract style sun with rays speckled with the melting wax of Icarus' wings as he and his feathers plummeted from the shaded skies, trailing down to the ocean's surface where they floated over the waves of a black ocean, surrounding a lone whale swimming aimlessly across its barren floors.

The piece was unique and totally Namjoon, something only he could explain.

When your fingers run back over his forearm, Namjoon stirs and you still cautiously.

He shifts a bit and a soft groan rumbles in his chest at the feel of your touch but he doesn't open his eyes.

He only readjusts the position of his head against the pillows beneath then resumes snoring.

You stifle your giggle at his cuteness, but only until he shifts his torso and swipes his hand over his body, pushing the white sheet down from his chest.

The thin sheet covering his nude frame bunches and pools at his waist, the dark patch of hair peeking up from underneath its white surface.

Hmm.

You inch closer, careful not to shake him awake as you reach over his body to caress his broad chest. Namjoon exhales when your feather-light touches skim over each of his nipples. He turns his head, furrowing his brow and sighing in reaction.

Your eyes linger on his rested features until you're sure that he's still sleeping, inspiring you to continue. You abandon his chest to travel downward, running the flat of your palm over his firm abdomen and his navel.

Namjoon remains still as you continue exploring his body, seeming to be in a very very deep slumber.

You walk your index and middle finger down his happy trail, stopping at the beginning of his bush.

Inspiration sparks when you graze his neatly groomed pubic area and in one swift movement, you're sliding down the bed and scooting underneath the covers.

You shuffle around a bit to nestle over the thick muscles of his bare thighs, coming face to face with his equally impressive length as it laid softly over his balls.

Damn. Even his junk was perfect.

The smooth skin of his balls was a medium to dark-toned brown, almost matching the color of his nipples.

The thick circumference of his shaft was riddled with veins, sloping downward to a perfect mushroom-shaped tip that was a pale dusted pink skin tone. Almost the same as his lips.

You didn't realize your mouth was already watering at the sight of him, only inches from your face.

The warmth of your shallow breathing brushes against Namjoons tip, making it jump and swell with morning arousal right before your eyes.

Experimentally, you stick your tongue out and run it up over the slit of the tip, feeling your walls jump at the sight of it twitching and already leaking a tiny bead of precum from the hole.

Suddenly you felt hungry.

But not for food.

Your jaw falls and your lips part, the urge to be full everywhere pulling you forward.

You didn't know what came over you as you slowly took the head of Namjoons dick between your wet lips, gently suckling at the rounded flesh teasingly.

Namjoon doesn't react at first, his heavy body lying still and serene.

But when you sucked him in harder, your lips latching over the neck of his shaft, locking the head in your warm mouth and resting against your tongue, Namjoon hisses through his teeth at the sharp pleasurable sensation.

You didn't move, gazing upward at the thin bit of visibility beyond the cover of the sheet in anticipation of any other movement.

But Namjoon doesn't move either, so you continue.

You move your mouth over the stiffening shaft, feeling the blood rushing in to fill him in response to your stimulation.

You relaxed your throat when you felt his tip grazing your tonsils, stifling the moan when you feel his hit the back.

Namjoon was completely erect with still a few inches of himself exposed and not engulfed, so you inched forward until you knew that his entire dick was nestled in your mouth.

Saliva pooled down your chin as you redirected your breathing to your nose only, designating your entire mouth to Namjoon.
You pucker your lips around him and pull your head back, slurping and sucking as you glided back to the tip and Namjoons body stiffens.

You slide your mouth back down, taking him only half as deep, and slurp back again.

His snoring tapers off into breathy groans as you repeated the action, your hands splayed over the tops of Namjoons thighs to anchor you.

You bobbed your head rhythmically, curling your tongue cradling the bottom of his shaft, and flicking the tip as you passed down over it.

Every muscle in Namjoons body tensed and relaxed in time with your rhythm, involuntary moans rolling from his mouth.

The sounds of his voice coupled with the clean taste of his skin have you dripping with excitement. You feel it running down your inner thighs and maybe onto Namjoon shin from how you were straddling his long legs with your body.

His tip hits the back of your throat and a jolt of sensation connects directly with your clit.
You couldn't help but moan aloud at that point, no longer caring if you awoke the sleeping giant.

You sucked harder and faster, getting sloppier and sloppier, making ungodly sounds from beneath the sheets as you fucked Namjoon with your mouth.

You were sure Namjoon was still asleep due to the minimal sounds and movements coming from above you.

Suddenly you feel the sheet being pulled away from your head, allowing the too-bright light of the sun to invade your little cacoon of mischief.

You open your eyes and they immediately lock with Namjoons, who is leaning up on his elbows with the most attractive expression of bliss and lust on his face.

His cheeks were flushed, his hair tussled messily over his head, his eyes were hooded from sleep and his full bottom lip was being scraped slowly over his teeth.

You don't stall your movements nor do you break eye contact.

You just continue to take him deep into your throat hard and fast and he tried his best not to come undone.

"Fuck...." Namjoon drawls out as his bottom lip finally freed itself from his bite, letting his mouth fall open as you sucked him.

A tiny smirk tugs at the already stretched corner of your mouth and you decide to switch up your technique.

Namjoon groans pitifully as you incorporate your hands, using one to stroke him from the base and the other to massage his balls, letting your touch extend back to graze his perineum.

"Fucccck...shiit..." Namjoon whines as you let him slide deep into your throat, eliciting a gag from you as swallowed around him to stimulate your glands to coat him with an alarming amount of saliva.

You use the extra lubricant and pull off his tip with 'pop' and stroke his entire member with your hand.

You couldn't help but smile at the awe in Namjoons expression, his hands fisting the sheets at his sides and his abs contracting as he panted.

"That....feels..so...fucking..good baby..." Namjoon shuts his eyes and lets his head fall back as you stroke him slick and slow.

"Yea?" You rasp, your voice still soft and rough from sleep and getting throat fucked a few seconds ago.

Namjoon moans in response and you stroke him a bit faster.

"Daddy..." you say softly...

"Look at me..."

Namjoon lifts his head lazily and looks you dead in the eye as you lowered your mouth back onto his dick, picking up right where you left off.

Namjoon whistles lowly through his lips and shakes his head.

"This makes no fucking sense...."

You giggle around him and hum quizzically in response.

"Your mouth feels so fucking good Song...so fucking......god damn.."

Namjoon can't even finish his sentence as you began to use both hands to stroke him, pulling him up and into your waiting mouth, puckering your lips only to suck the tip harshly.

"You're trying to kill me..." Namjoon huffs out a struggled laugh that morphs into a moan.

Suddenly you feel his hand tangling in your hair, coaxing your head down and guiding your mouth as he thrust himself up off the mattress to meet you halfway.

You moan at the sudden shift in power and brace your hands on the bed as Namjoon literally fucked your throat.

"Who do you think you are? Hmm?? Sucking my dick like that....." Namjoons voice drops to a dangerous octave and he tightens the grip on your hair.

Your walls clench and ache, several streams of arousal drenching the sheets and coating your thighs.

A sob-like whimper vibrates your throat, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. But Namjoon doesn't let up.

He knows what you want and how you like it.
He can already feel the wetness staining the sheets in between both of your legs.

"Oooh, You like that don't you? Like it when Daddy fucks that pretty mouth huh? I bet you want him to cum all over your greedy little tongue huh.....you'd like that huh?" Namjoon growls and you nod with teary eyes and sore cheeks.

Please.

Namjoon bites his lips hard enough to draw blood as he continued to slam into your mouth.

"Fuck I fucking love you so fucking much..." Namjoon whines and you feel his hips stutter from beneath you.

His head falls back and his mouth falls open, a deep groan garbling out from his chest as holds your head still over his pulsing member.

You moan as his hot seed spurts into your mouth, filling your cheeks and dribbling from the corners of your mouth as he pumped himself empty down your throat.

The sweet, bitter, salty taste of him coats your taste buds and you allow it to mix with your spit to drizzle back down his twitching shaft.

"Ah, shit...Song..baby..wait.." Namjoon grounds out when you slurp him back into your mouth, coating him with his own and your spit while you gave him one final hard suck before he pulls you away.

You squeal when you feel your body being thrown aside on the mattress and flipped onto your stomach.

You yelp when a stinging slap sears across your ass cheek, biting your lip at the pleasure and pain.

The mattress creaks and dips as Namjoon positions himself over you and feels his tongue and lips gliding up the dip of your spine.

"I think I asked you a question..." he murmurs when his lips skim over your nape.

His dick was already hard again, slipping into the wet space between your thighs and skimming over your throbbing center.

"...I said..." Namjoon shifts, angling his member so that it barely slips into your slippery entrance.

"..who do you think you are?..."

Namjoon sinks into and bottoms out.
Your cry of relief is muffled out by the pillows in your face and Namjoon pulls back to slam into you again.

You knew this game.
It was your absolute favorite.
The "Tell Daddy what he wants to hear so he can make you cum" game.

"Yours.." you whimper inaudibly against the pillows and Namjoon pulls back to slam into you again.

His hand snakes up under you to lift your head by your neck gently, the feel of his hand around your throat again sends you throbbing and Namjoon groans at the tightness.

"I couldn't hear you, babe..." You could hear the smile in his tone and your walls squeezed him again.

"Yours...." you pant and as if it were the magic word, Namjoon puts his full weight on your back and begins to fuck you deep and senseless.

You couldn't move or squirm an itch, being completely at the mercy of Namjoon, his legs pinning your legs down and together.

His chest and torso keep you flat against the mattress.

His hand at your throat, barely squeezing you as he focused on his precise strokes.

His dick makes perfect contact with your spot from this position, the extra slickness from your saliva, his cum, and your coated thighs making it easy work for Namjoon to glide in and out of you.

"Oooh Joonie..." you cried and Namjoon shushed you with his lips, craning your neck back so that he could kiss you sloppily.

It wasn't long before you felt yourself on the brink of shattering, the friction of your clit ribbing flat against the mattress combined with the constant g-spot stimulation and Namjoon's sweet tongue twirling and tangling with yours.

You moan into Namjoons mouth when you finally broke, every cell in your body singing with the indescribable sensation of climax.

Namjoon pulls away from you, leaning up with his hand planted at the arch of your back to hold you still as he savored the hot and wet effects of your orgasm on his swollen dick.

He stalls out again, leaning over and calling out your name as he painted your walls with his love.

After a few seconds of heavy pants of exertion, Namjoon pulls out of you and falls over on the mattress.

You remain still on your stomach as you watch him through tear-filled blurry vision as he lands on his back.

His skin was glistening with sweat and sex and his hair stuck to his forehead as he turned to gaze at you.

"Good morning.." he smiles lazily, the crease of his dimples making you mirror him.

"Good morning.." you respond, your voice was almost gone and Namjoon chuckles at the sound.

For a moment he just stares at you, his joyful expression melting away slowly and you lift your head, frowning with concern.

"What's wrong?" You ask.

"Nothing....just feels like that's the first time I've smiled in weeks.." Namjoon says, his eyes not leaving your confused face.

"Did you mean it?" he says.

"Mean what?" you blink.

"That you're mine," Namjoon says hesitantly.

Your frown deepens as you lift and push yourself up a bit to face him.

"Of course. What makes you think I didn't?"

Namjoon sucks in the corner of his bottom lip, something he often did when he was thinking hard on something.

His cheeks puff out as he sighs.

"I've messed up Song. And I'm probably gonna be messed up for a while. You make me forget that I'm not normal. You make me forget that I'm not ok sometimes. But I never want to see you hurt or put in a bad position because of what I am..." he looks away for a moment, shaking back the negative thoughts as they began to flood back in.

You stop him from drifting down that path with your hand to his chin, turning his face towards you.

"And What are you Namjoon?" you ask.

Namjoons eyes start to glisten with emotion and you knew that he wasn't even sure what the answer to that question really was.

So you answered for him.

"...because I'll tell you what I see. I see a man who despite his pain can create something beautiful. I see a man who was brave enough to seek help when he knew he needed it...I see a man who taught me, someone who never imagined she was built to be loved or valued...how to love again. I'm your Joonie...You don't have to doubt that."

A single tear rolls down Namjoons face and you catch it with your thumb, swiping it away.

Without warning, Namjoon pushes you to fall on your back, looming over you to pepper wet kisses all over your face. You gasp in surprise and giggle at the sudden attack, turning your head in an attempt to escape his relentless lips.

"Gah! Namjoon what the.." you laugh and Namjoon stops and pulls back so he can admire your face.

He stared down at you in silence, the light in his eyes returning and your heart melts.

"What now?" You reach up to cup his cheek and he leans into your touch.

"I love you..." he says as if it weren't the 50th time he'd said it since last night.

You smile.

"I love you too."

He leans down to kiss your lips, lingering for only a second before pulling back away with a sigh. You frown at the loss of contact and open your eyes to see Namjoon squeezing his eyes shut.

"What NOW??" You huff.

"My dick is hard again......." he winces and your eyes widen as you look down between your sweaty bodies.

And sure enough, Namjoon was back at full attention, poking at your tummy.

"Again?? How?" You stare at the giant thing and gulp.

Namjoon shrugs with a shy dimpled smile.

"You're a machine...." you lift your brows as you drag your eyes away from his dick to look him in his handsome face.

A dark look flashed in his eyes and something deep inside of you purrs with excitement and need as he shook his head, biting his lip.

"Nope...A Monster." He grins, and with a growl he began to kiss down your body, heading straight for your already wet and sore lips.

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After a few more hours of aggressive Namjooning, You convinced him to let you go home for some clothes.

He insisted on coming with you, not ready to be apart so soon after being without you for weeks. But you assured him that you would be coming right back.

Plus you needed a hot HOT shower, one where you could bask under the water without him complaining about the heat or trying to bend you over.

You smiled to yourself at the thought as you pulled up to your building.

Something about making things right with Namjoon had the sun shining brighter, the air feeling cleaner, and your step feeling springier.

You approached the steps at the entrance of your apartment building and stop when you notice the man sitting patiently on the steps.

He was scrolling on his phone distractedly, his other hand tucked in the pocket of his jacket, his bleach blonde hair blowing softly in the early afternoon breeze.

Something tells him to look up and he's immediately on his feet when he sees you.

"...hey..." Yoongi says softly, a hint of caution in his tone and demeanor.

"Hi." You respond, your voice smaller than you expected.

"I um...didn't see your car so...I waited.." Yoongi stashes his phone in his back pocket and gestures towards your building.

You blink.

"For what?"

Yoongi sighs heavily, finding it more difficult to face you like this, feeling more vulnerable than he had ever felt. And you quirked a brow at how nervous he seemed as he ran his hand through his hair.

"I'm uh...heading back to Daegu soon. I..wanted to see you before I left." Yoongi smiles weakly.

"Yoongi.." you begin but he steps forward and you take one back out of reflex.

"I'm not trying to make you come back to me. Chill. I just..." Yoongi grumbles, looking up towards the blue sky in search of the words.

As you watched Yoongi fidget nervously when he spoke to you, you noticed something different about him.

Something less threatening and calm.

Something peaceful.

Something reformed.

"Tomorrow." You interrupt and Yoongi frowns.

"Tomorrow?"

"Are you free to talk tomorrow...I'm kind of busy today. I was actually just coming here to change clothes then be on my way.." You shrug and Yoongi smiles, putting his hands up to halt your over-explaining.

"Tomorrow is great...." he says with relief.

You nod.

"Around 2 o'clock? There's this cafe not far from here next to the convenience store...Maybe we can meet there?" He continues, pointing behind himself, and you nod again.

"That works for me.." You nod for the third time in understanding and Yoongi smiles wider, exposing his gums.

"Cool. Tomorrow.." he says, beginning to step back over the lines of the sidewalk in the opposite direction.

Yoongi hesitates a bit before turning to leave, stopping midway to give you one last look.

"You look really happy. I've never seen you so.....happy."

You blush at the comment, unsure of how to respond.

"I'm happy for you. For real. I............Namjoon. I hope that he...." Yoongi sighs sadly, his brow wrinkling with regret.

Suddenly, the hard spot in your heart, the part where your repressed feelings for Yoongi resided, the part that sometimes missed him for the good times...

The good in him.

And there most definitely was a lot of good.

That spot began to dissolve and hope for forgiveness and closure rushed in to fill it.

At that moment, you didn't see Yoongi as an enemy anymore.

He wasn't your abuser or this evil person who damaged you emotionally and mentally.

Like Mia, he was now just a human with a past full of regrets.

"Thank you Yoongi.." You finish for him, a sad smile touching your lips.

The same melancholic expression crosses his face as he nods.

You didn't understand the swell of emotions rushing over you as you watched Yoongi walk away, disappearing around the corner wordlessly.

But you embraced the tears as they fell over the apples of your cheeks.

You were just overcome with an undeniable feeling that everything was not as it should be.

That everyone was set on the path that was meant for them and every wrong in the world was finding its way on the course being right.

The air definitely seemed cleaner.

The sun brighter.

And you.....

Stronger.