BTS Oneshots|BoyxBoy

Busy Daddy

NAMSEOK

Hoseok pov
I was breathing heavily as Namjoon nipped at my collar bones and neck. His strong hands dragged down my sides, stopping at my butt to squeeze it. I yelped at the sudden grope, but welcomed it. Namjoon smirked as he leaned over me, his strong arms on both sides of my head trapping me. I wasn't going to escape anyway. Namjoon opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when his cell phone started to ring. I whimpered when Namjoon climbed off of me and grabbed his cell phone off of the nightstand. "Hello?" Namjoon asked, his voice deep and sexy, which of course turned me on even more. Namjoon was silent, the faint sound of talking come from the speaker on his phone. Namjoon was a music producer, even though he worked from our apartment he was still always busy.

After what felt like hours Namjoon finally said goodbye and hung up the call. "Daddy can we continue?" I asked, then grabbed his hand so I could play with his fingers. Namjoon sighed as he removed his hand from mine and carded it through his hair. "Sorry babe, I have to much work." Namjoon sighed before he reluctantly climbed off of the bed and threw his shirt back on. I watched as Namjoon walked out of our bedroom and into his office, locking the door behind him. I felt tears fill my eyes but refused to let them fall and wiped at my eyes angrily. Me and Namjoon haven't had sex in a month, every time we try he always gets interrupted by work. Maybe it isn't work, maybe it's me? Maybe I don't satisfy him anymore? I felt tears fall down my cheeks, the more I thought about Namjoon not loving me the more they fell.

Before I met Namjoon I was a suicidal, depressed, self hating, self harming loser. But that was three years ago. Namjoon stopped me from jumping, and it was true love ever since. At least I thought it was true love. Namjoon is probably sick of me now. I'm annoying, needy, and ugly, of course Namjoon doesn't love me anymore. I sobbed quietly to myself as I curled up in the blankets. The pillow instantly getting stained with my tears. After awhile my crying tired me out and I let sleep claim me.

My eyes cracked open when I felt the bed dip behind me. The next thing I felt was Namjoon's arm wrap around my waist, allowing him to pull my smaller body against his. I hope he doesn't notice I was crying. I shivered when I felt his soft lips kiss behind my ear, then trail down my neck. I whimpered when he kissed my sensitive spot, my member already twitching in my pants. "Did I wake you up babe?" Namjoon whispered as his hand moved down to stroke my member through my pants. He's just doing this out of pity. "Namjoon I'm tired." I mumbled before moving away from him, curling into a ball so Namjoon couldn't touch me. I thought Namjoon would ask me if I was ok, or try and comfort me. But no. He just mumbled an ok and went to bed. I knew he didn't love, he just feels bad for me.

I sat in silence as I sipped my tea, the only sound coming from the pitter patter of the rain on the big glass windows. When I woke up I was alone, Namjoon was in his office like usual. I felt tears sting my eyes, is this the only thing I'm good at? Crying? Well that and annoying people. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't even hear Namjoon walk into the kitchen. "Hey babe, why do you look so sad?" Namjoon asked in that same soothing voice that convinced me to stay on this earth. I shrugged, refusing to look up from my cup because I knew if I did I'd start crying. "Babe, look at me." Namjoon commanded, his voice going down an octave, which gave me goosebumps. I hesitated before slowly raising my head only to be met with Namjoon's worried eyes. Once Namjoon saw my pitiful face he instantly walked around the kitchen island and embraced me in a tight hug. That was it, I lost all control and burst into tears. I grabbed at Namjoon's shirt as if he was being stolen from me, I don't want him to leave me. "Hoseok why have you been crying?" Namjoon asked, as he rubbed soothing circles on my back. I opened my mouth to speak but choked on my words, nothing but sobs coming out. "Shhh, calm down baby." Namjoon whispered as he shifted from rubbing my back to petting my hair, which always calmed me down. I paused for a minute, struggling to collect my thoughts. "J-just f-fuck m-me!" I whimpered, already starting to grind my crotch against Namjoon's leg. Namjoon grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back so he could look at me. "Hoseok, what's wrong?" Namjoon asked, his voice stern and dominant making me feel small. I looked down at my feet, he'll think I'm stupid if I tell him. But, what do I got to lose? "Do you still love me?" I asked, still having a staring contest with my feet. Namjoon's grip on my shoulders loosened, I knew he didn't love me. I flinched when I felt his rough fingers grab my chin and force me to look at him. "Hoseok, I love you so much, more then I'll ever be able to explain, I know I've been busy with work and I'm so sorry but I want to make it up to you, right now babe." Namjoon smiled then pulled me into a passionate kiss, all his love being put into this one kiss. I was so lost in my boyfriends lips that I didn't even notice his strong arms lift my legs up and carry me into our bedroom. He lied me down on our bed gently as if I was a porcelain doll. I whimpered when Namjoon broke the kiss but was pleased when he slowly helped me out of my clothes. I blushed when I was fully naked, "you too." I mumbled tugging at Namjoon's shirt. Namjoon laughed but instantly removed all of his clothes, his body is so beautiful compared to mine. My breath hitched when Namjoon leaned down and captured my ear lobe in between his teeth. "I'm going to make love to you." He whispered, his voice was so deep and sexy that I could cum just by listening to him talk. "Y-yes please." I huffed, I was already out of breath even though we haven't done anything. Namjoon leaned back up and smiled before capturing my lips in another passionate kiss. I moaned when his tongue slipped past my lips and explored my mouth. I sighed happily when Namjoon broke the kiss and began to leave hickeys on my neck. "Namjoon, please fuck me." I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he grinded our hard members together. I could feel Namjoon smirk against my bruised skin, "of course babe." He whispered before placing one more kiss on my neck hickey covered neck. Namjoon sat up and grabbed a bottle of lube out of the nightstand drawer. He popped open the cap and poured a good amount onto his fingers then tossed it somewhere in the room. I smiled when I realized Namjoon's phone wasn't in the room, I love him so much. "Ready hon?" Namjoon asked, placing kisses on the inside of my sensitive thighs. I eagerly nodded the anticipation to much for me to handle. Namjoon smirked before inserting one of his fingers into my hole. "Ugh fuck!" I gasped when I felt the wonderful sensation of being filled. I need more though. Namjoon slowly moved his finger in and out, adding in his second one so he could stretch me more. By now I was a sweaty blubbering mess, my cock strained against my stomach begging for release. "Are you ready baby boy?" Namjoon asked, removing his fingers from my hole. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, I hate this feeling. "Y-yes fuck me, please daddy!" I screamed, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the sheets. "Ok baby." Namjoon cooed before entering me in one swift movement. I moaned as Namjoon thrusted into me at a animalistic pace. Every thrust pushing me closer to my release, and every thrust forcing a moan out of me. I gasped and my back arched off of the bed when Namjoon slammed into prostate. "I'm close!" I cried out, Namjoon's pace beginning to falter as well. It only took one more thrust for me to cum all over my chest, some of it hitting my chin. Namjoon came a few seconds later, groaning out "I love you" as he rode out his orgasm. I whined when Namjoon pulled out but my dissapointment dissapeard when he lied down and instantly pulled me into a hug. I didn't even care about the sticky mess in between us, I just wanted to be in his arms.

We were both breathing heavily as we came down from our highs. That was the best sex I've ever had. "I love you Hoseok." Namjoon sighed, placing a chaste kiss on my forehead. "I love you too." I mumbled and instead stole a quick kiss on his lips. Namjoon smiled before we both closed our eyes and fell asleep. I love him and he loves me, even when he's busy.