Gaining a courage to leave a loveless marriage was hard enough, but is it really a good idea to run to your best friend for help? And would you refuse him when he offers you another kind of 'help' when you needed it?
Character | Namjoon x reader
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Namjoon says nothing as you walk into his house together, hand in hand and with your fingers entwined between his longer ones.
Once you are both standing in the safety of his quiet living room, Namjoon stops and gently turns you around until you are standing face to face. You have been avoiding his gaze ever since you left the club, and he seems to have gotten enough of it.
With him being so close to you, however, your mind feels hazy, drunken with his presence. You can breathe in his cologne while your body still remembers perfectly how warm his body felt as he was pressed against you. How his hot kisses had been more than enough to send your senses coming alight.
Under the darkness that fills the room, Namjoon's eyes seem to glow as he opens his mouth to speak. But seeing the look that he is giving you, you can already tell what he is about to say. So you beat him to it, stopping him by lifting yourself up on your tiptoes to get closer and gently kiss his cheek.
"I had a great night, Namjoon. Thank you for bringing me with you," you whisper to him, before leaving another kiss on the other cheek. "I think I need some rest, and you should too. Goodnight."
Namjoon closes his lips shut, savouring the feeling of your lips on his skin while hiding his regret and dismay—a feeling that you secretly share—and forces a smile.
"Goodnight, Peach," he says, as he kisses your forehead the way he usually does and lets you walk up to your bedroom.
Standing under the hot shower, you can still feel all the wonderful tingles running on every part of your skin that Namjoon has been touching all night. You can even feel the warmth on your lips where he kissed you. You inwardly chastise yourself as you close your eyes and every single moment you had with him at the club returns, making your whole body feel hot, just the way he made you feel earlier. Groaning in defeat, you can feel that even when the running water is able to wash away the flooding arousal building from deep in your underparts, it keeps returning to you tenfold when you recall how good his touches had felt on your body.
So good that it almost felt like you were coming alive again after so long.
You first blame it on the booze for allowing you to lose control and step over the boundaries of your friendship, and how it made you feel so bold and confident enough to show your interest. Then you start blaming Namjoon himself, for being so irresistible and handsome that his presence alone was so intoxicating. For him to make you feel confident in your own skin with the way he was looking at you all night.
As if you were truly the most beautiful person that he could have by his side.
But now you are starting to blame your salacious reaction to him for having been gone without sex in a very long time. And by that, you mean the good kind of sex. The kind of sex that leaves you withering in bed, turning lax after you are made to feel satiated and content, instead of being left hanging and unsatisfied with only a hairbreadth away from your orgasm because your partner could only focus on pleasing himself and getting what he needed.
