𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦 | ✔

12

Warning:  mature & sexual content ahead.
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"Mhm... just like that," Namjoon throws his head back in a trance, twisting his bottom lip with the side of his teeth as he fights himself from lifting his hips and meeting her warm lips. "Fuck, you're so good at this...

...good at everything you do."

He forces his eyes open to see you look up at him through your damped lashes, eyes brimming with moisture as you take him deeper. Namjoon hums with satisfaction, bringing down his right hand to wipe the mascara staining your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. "So so beautiful..."

And with his compliments, you hum, causing the vibrations to spread throughout his body. His breath is ragged, calculated, and counted at each of your licks. Namjoon's eyes are hooded, so close to shutting...

...but when you add the softness of your hands and the slow graze of your teeth around him, he almost jerks away from you and off the edge of his office desk with a hitched moan.

You push his muscular thighs back against the cold surface of the sturdy glass as you continue to bring him to his end.

"Shit..." he doesn't hesitate to bunch up your hair in a knotted ponytail. You can feel the tightness of his hold around your silky locks, and the aching of your scalp. "Y/N..."

"Fuck, don't stop..." He breathes heavily, sweat running down the side of his face as he shuts his eyes. "Y/N..." his muffled groans can be heard throughout the room. But just as he was about to reach his high, a blaring sound interrupts, and a sharp tone echoes in his eardrums.

What the hell...

"Ugh!" His body jerks from the mattress. The coldness of his room sends shivers down his spine as he rubs his lids with the back of his hand. He looks around his dark room, and that's when he realizes... his eyes widen in disbelief.

"Holy shit," he muttered under his breath before putting his hand over his parched mouth. He shoots up in his bed and realizes he's all alone in his room. His member throbs between his legs, shivers trailing his body. You're not here, but the orgasm has been real.

Namjoon falls back unto his pillows, staring blankly at the glass mirror that spans his entire ceiling.

I can't believe I dreamt of Y/N... and not just any dream, but a fucking wet dream.

As much as the scenes felt so real to him, guilt fills his empty stomach. He feels like he betrayed you in some kind of way... for having lewd thoughts about you like this. It's as if he has sinned for seeing you like that; on your knees and in between his muscular thighs.

Air is cold all around him as he brings a hand to his fevered forehead. His body is on fire as he looks under the thick, grey duvet hanging low around his waist. Sweat covers his bare torso and his face contorts with a grimace when he sees the patch of release he created.