I want to have sex with Kim Namjoon.

I’ve been wanting it for months, and I think he wants it too. That’s why I’m so good at making him hard; my words always make him moan, my tongue is his favorite thing to taste, my tits his favorite thing to fuck.

We started this relationship in April, back when we were stuck in quarantine. We would video call for hours and talk about what we wanted to do with each other. He told me he wanted to fuck me all over the room, that he wanted to grab my breasts in his hands and squeeze them together. He wanted to taste me, all of me. He wanted to take my ass in his mouth and leave hickeys all over my body. He wanted me to choke on his cock and watch him explode over my face and tits. I told him that I wanted him to bend me over and take me from behind; to choke me and fuck me until we both came. I wanted to lick his cock while he jerked off, taste his precum, suck him dry. We did all of this and more over video calls.

After a while, we couldn’t stand the distance anymore. We met up in secret. We made a plan to sneak out of our dorms late at night, meet at the studio, and have sex on the couch there. We were going to fuck on the same couch we had done so many interviews on. I loved the thrill of it. I wanted it to be dirty and loud, and it was. We fucked every single day we could that summer. We’d fuck twice a day if we could get away with it.

I love watching him cum, I love hearing him moan as I suck him off. He loves watching me cum too, but he doesn’t like to eat pussy as much as he likes to fuck it, so we only do that occasionally. He loves my mouth though. He’s very verbal with me and tells me all the time what a good job I’m doing.

One day, he told me to go to the bathroom in the studio because I had to pee. He told me I had to pee and then come straight back to him. I ran to the bathroom, peed, and then ran back to him. As soon as I got to him, he put his hand in my hair and pulled my head back.

“What do you say to a girl when you want her to suck your cock?”

I didn’t know what to say, but I tried. “Suck it.”

“Say ‘please’, and you have to say it while you’re choking on me.”

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He put my hand on the waistband of his pants and told me to take them down. I did and then he took his cock in his hand and shoved it in my mouth.

“You know what I like,” he said and started fucking my face.

I moaned as he hit the back of my throat. It turned me on, sucking his cock and getting choked by him. It made me want him to fuck me harder. I moaned and gagged, and he loved it. He was so good at choking me. Every time he did it, he made me wetter. I loved feeling his hand in my hair, feeling my head be pulled back by him as he fucked my throat.

I think the reason I like choking so much is because Namjoon is really good at it. I hate it when people choke me too hard. There was one time, last year, when a guy I was fucking choked me so hard that he left bruises on my neck. It was way too painful, and I was disappointed that I couldn’t get off while he was choking me, which I knew I could do if he did it right. Namjoon knows how to choke me. He knows exactly the right way to do it.

He bent me over the couch and fucked me until I came. He pulled out and made me suck his cock until he came in my mouth. Then, we held each other for a long time and told each other that we loved one another. Sometimes, we fuck each other’s brains out and then hold each other afterwards, and other times we’re sweet with each other and take our time fucking. We like all types of sex. It doesn’t always have to be rough. Sometimes I like it when he’s gentle, and sometimes he likes it when I’m. Sometimes we like to be rough and brutal, and other times we like to be sweet and tender.

Namjoon says that he loves to fuck my mouth more than my pussy. He says that if he could, he’d just fuck my mouth every time we have sex. He’d take me out in public and have me on my knees sucking him off while we’re both fully dressed. He’d have me suck his dick until he’s dry, and then have me swallow it all while everyone around us watches.

“I want to get you pregnant,” he says. “I want to do it tonight.”

“Okay.” I moan and he fucks me harder.

“You want me to cum inside of you?”

I nod.

“You want to be my little whore?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re my little slut. You love being my slut.”

“I love sucking your cock.”

He kisses my neck and holds my hand, and I love him so much that my heart feels like it’s going to burst.

“You’re the best cock sucker I’ve ever had,” he says.

“Thank you.” I feel his fingers at my hole. “You can finger me while you fuck me.”

He pushes two fingers into my pussy and starts fucking me harder. He’s going to cum soon. I know this by the way he’s pushing into me and fucking my throat. He starts fucking me like a animal. His whole body is tense, and his hips are moving fast as he pounds into me. I’m not sure how long I can take this, but it’s so good, and I don’t want him to stop.

He pulls his cock out and makes me suck it. I can feel him tense up, and he lets out a soft moan.

“I’m gonna cum.”

I feel his dick pulse in my mouth, and then I feel him shoot all over the back of my throat and down my chin.

“Swallow it.”

He pulls his dick out, and I swallow all of the cum that’s in my mouth. I run my hand down the front of his body and take his cock into my hand and rub it.

“Tell me you love my cock.”

“I love your cock,” I say, and it’s true. It’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt in my mouth.

He bends over and kisses me. I feel his hands on my face, and his mouth on mine. I feel all the stress he’s had for the day melt away. He always kisses me like this when he cums, like he wants to remember every single second of this kiss. His kisses are soft and slow. I can feel his tongue in my mouth and the way it moves against mine. He kisses my forehead, cheeks, and chin. He holds my face in his hands and then pulls away and looks into my eyes.

“Do you love me?”

“I love you,” I tell him, and I feel tears well up in my eyes. “I love you so much that it hurts.”

“I love you, too.”

He holds me in his arms as I cry. I’m happy. I feel more happy than I’ve felt my whole life. He takes my face and looks into my eyes, and I know he’s about to say something.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yes. Of course.”

He’s silent for a minute, and then he starts to talk.

“You’ve changed everything in my life. Ever since we’ve been doing this, I’ve felt so alive. Like, before this, I was going through the motions of my life and trying to be someone I’m not. Now, I feel like I can be myself. I can be free. I’m happy, and I have you to thank for that.”

I wrap my arms around him and hug him. “That makes me happy.”

I feel a smile on his face as he holds me tighter. “You’re perfect.”

I squeeze him tighter. “I’m not. I’ve got lots of problems.”

“I don’t care about problems. I’m in love with you.”

We stay like that for a long time. We don’t move or talk. All we do is hold one another, and it feels perfect. I don’t know what our future holds, but for now, I’m happy.