PAIRING; Namseok / bttm!Hoseok & top! Namjoon.
WARNINGS; Mild Rough play, mild choking, dirty talk, toys.
REQUESTED BY; @farewellhoes
Thanks for requesting this honestly, got me out of my writes block for a cool minute ❤️ Plus I enjoyed writing this.
PROMPT; Namjoon catches Hoseok masturbating with a dildo.
Porn without plot, no proof reading; GO!
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Why was he like this?
It never took much, a glance, a brush of skin and Hoseok was a mess. " A-ah. " God, It was hot; his skin burned but It felt good, the heat boiling within his abdomen, the relief the cold counter gave to his bare chest. " J-Joon, please...please- God please. " Hurry, he needed- no wanted to hurry and Hoseok moved his aching wrist faster and his breath ghosted over the bathroom counter. The shower was running as background noise, steam lingering heavy In the small space and Hoseok found It hard to breath but he didn't dare stop.
His frame was bent over the counter, leg's spread sinfully, on his tip toes and his back arched Into such a beautiful dip when he felt his dildo brush against his sweet spot. His face was a deep shade of scarlet, chest rising and falling, raven hair matted to his forehead; Hoseoks tongue ran over his dry lips, coating them generously before he bit his lower lip and rocked his hips, savoring every little feeling, every touch he gave himself as he used his free hand to ghost his fingers over his own skin.
He wanted to cry, moan deeply In pleasure but feared that someone might hear him, might hear how badly he wanted Namjoon and how just the simple thought of Namjoon touching him had him coming undone underneath his own touch, his own fantasy of the other whispering dirty things to him; touching him roughly, using him how he pleased and- " f-fuck. " His voice trembled, stuttered and that curse poured out of his mouth with so much need that Hoseok didn't even recognize his own voice.
He never wanted anything, anyone more then he wanted that man right now and Hoseok pushed his dildo so deep he swore he felt It In stomach and that ranked a throaty moan from him; too loud, surely that was way too loud but Hoseok couldn't stop himself from seeking that pleasure, his wrist throbbed but he didn't care, his voice was getting louder then the shower but he didn't care he chased his orgasm until he was only mere seconds away from cumming.
Though when the bathroom door opened oh dear god did Hoseok care. " S-stop! " He all but screamed but Hoseok couldn't tell If he was telling himself this or If he was telling the person who was walking Inside the bathroom this; either way he felt like crying for a different reason now, he was so fucking embarrassed that he just closed his eyes, he didn't want to see who had walked In on him, didn't want to see their face of disgust but Hoseok was met with complete silence and the shower running was deafening now.
The sound of the door shutting had Hoseoks heart racing. ' did they leave? did they stay? ' He didn't dare open his eyes but honestly didn't need to because the sudden foot steps where enough to tell him that whoever walked In on him was still fucking their and now approaching him of a things. ' oh god, please. '
" Don't- " Hoseok wanted to say look but his words got caught In his throat to feeling finger tips run along his back; they trailed down his tanned skin, following the dip, circling, pressing, gripping him and Hoseok actually let a few tears cascade down his cheeks now because he was still so damn aroused that It hurt and Just this little bit of affection felt so nice and caring that he couldn't help how he craved more of It even If this wasn't Namjoon touching him. ' J-Joon...god, I'm sorry. '
