..but I still want you // OT7 [COMPLETED]

68 || A Sucker For A Pretty Face

NAMJOON & DYKEMA

ONE YEAR LATER

Namjoon POV

"Well, hello to you too," I smirk at the side of Dykema's sweaty face buried into my neck.

"Hi," she pants heavily, her soaked center still quivering near mine and her arms draped over my shoulders as she tries to calm her breathing.

My hands slide up her bare thighs under her skirt and grab two handfuls of her ass. She hums in approval.

"Bad day?"

She lazily raises her head. "Depends on how you look at it. I couldn't stop thinking about riding you long enough to focus on anything else. My panties were a mess before I ever left work."

"That's my fault. I was watching a movie with this exact scene and I couldn't get your image out of my head. Just so you know, this was much better than I imagined."

"Is this going to happen every time one of us fantasizes about the other? Should I start packing extra underwear whenever I leave the house?"

I laugh and peck her adorable nose. "Might be a good idea."

Just as we start to kiss again, the front door opens and in walks Sena and Hazel hand in hand. I hear Sena scoff at Dykema and me making out on the sofa.

"All of the fucking you're doing should have made me a mother by now," Sena groans.

Dykema pauses her lips. Her gaze darts over to Sena as Sena tugs Hazel closer to her side slipping an arm around her waist.

"You know, Sena.." Dykema counters, "..have you ever thought that maybe you and Namjoon weren't tethered so that he could make you a mother?"

"What other reason would the fates have to tether me to a man?"

When my partner straightens her back, I know she means business. Her once exhausted countenance slips into a 'prove me wrong' expression.

"Maybe so that you would have someone to confide in? Someone who will be with you and care for you and only carry your best interests at heart? Maybe this someone needed to be a man to make you realize all of the hatred you hold for the male gender is unnecessary and part of a bigger issue."

Sena sneers. "I have my legitimate reasons for disliking men."

"And they would be..?"

Sena's eyes flutter in annoyance that she can't offhand counter Dykema's words. Over the past several months, I've learned that Sena hates to be called out on her bullshit when she can't bullshit her way out of it.

"I don't have to explain myself to you," Sena lamely replies.

"Mmhm." Dykema smirks. I drop my head fighting a chuckle.

Dykema: 48, Sena: 0.

"Anyway," Sena pushes past her embarrassment, "Talia is coming over soon. The three of us are going to have a girl's night."

Peeping through my lashes, I squint at Sena. "Girl's night, Sena? Should I plan to lose sleep tonight?"

"Definitely," Hazel speaks for the first time.

Sena tugs Hazel closer with a "Shh!"

"Would you like to stay at my place tonight, Joon?" Dykema offers discreetly rolling her hips against my lap.

I cup her ass with a gentle squeeze. "I thought you had somewhere to be this evening."

She leans closer to my ear and whispers. "I do, and I may need you right after."