◦•●"The more you wait, the better it gets."●•◦
Synopsis: Jennie utilizes her time reading various smut books while her novelist husband Namjoon is out on tour. She starts taking notes of new things she'll do once her husband is back home.
Word Count: 3k
Gener: Romance, Mature....
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Jennie's POV:
"Oh my God, Namjoon! Listen to this."
"Jen, sweetheart, I'd rather talk to you."
"Shhhh! This is going to be fantastic. 'Penelope groaned as he parted her and slid inside, splitting her in two with his girth. She didn't want to beg, but she couldn't help it. She needed him to quench the burning fire in her loins with his drenching juices.' What the fuck? That's not even worth the dollar I paid for it."
Namjoon chuckles and shakes his head. "You're right. That's terrible. Don't ever let me write something that bad, and stop buying books at garage sales thinking you're going to find decent literature."
"Deal," I agree and throw the book onto his side of the bed. I hate that it's empty, and I cannot wait for him to come home to me. "How's the tour going?"
"It's good. Really good," he says. "I miss you, though. Wish you could have come with me."
I roll my eyes and grin when he sticks out his tongue. "You know I can't. I have a job. We have bills. We just bought a house. It would have been irresponsible of me to chuck it all and follow my husband around the country watching him sign books."
"You're just afraid you'll punch one of the women you're convinced is in love with me," he laughs. "They're not, you know. Besides, I only have eyes for you."
"They're not," I scoff. "Bull. Shit. Bullshit, Kim Namjoon. You are gorgeous, you write gorgeous books, and women fawn over you wherever you go. The last thing I want to do is rile up your fanbase. We need the income from your illustrious career, and having your wife on your arm doesn't help sell books."
"No, but it'd help me not have blue balls every night," he grumbles. I pout at the phone screen for a second, but he's not amused.
"Well, in that case..."
After carefully propping the phone on the nightstand, I cross back to our bed and turn to face him. I pull on the tie of my robe, and it falls open to reveal the lingerie I bought after he left. It's lace, sheer, and his favorite color-a lovely emerald green that compliments my skin color very well. I know I've made the right choice when he stills and releases an elongated moan that makes me shiver.
"Oh, yeah," he breathes, and I wink at him before crawling onto the bed and getting on all fours.
"I know you'll be home on Wednesday, but I thought maybe this might tide you over for the next three days."
He just nods as I arrange myself and pose for him. By the time we hang up for the night, I'm positive he doesn't have blue balls, and I stay up half the night reading Penelope's story and envying her for being in the same space as her lover.
