~BTS BOYxBOY~
~Not your usual ships~
~Occasionally your usual ones lol~
~Smutty and fluffy~
Please request I sOmeTimEs have zErO iNspirAtion.
Disclaimer: I do not own any media in any of my books.
~Started April 2018~
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"I don't normally do this kind of thing.."
"Mhm. Okay Sir, male or female?"
"I..uh. Male. Uh.."
"Dominant or submissive?"
"Submissive..well..yeah. Submissive."
"Preferred time and date?"
"7PM. Tonight." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 6:35PM "You just need to be sure Namjoon. That's all." Namjoon spoke out loud to himself. "He's a professional...just let him do his job and then you'll be sure."
He was clean, freshly showered, and wearing a black hoodie and sweat set. "Should I be naked right now? No! Idiot don't open the door naked.." Namjoon paced the hardwood floor in his living room for about twenty minutes before he began to grow anxious. He decided to use the time to clear his head and make sure his apartment was tidy for the third time. Running a hand through his hair he made his way towards the stairs when the doorbell rang twice.
"I'm doing this." He said softly under his breath, as if reminding himself this was truly a reality, before gripping the door knob. As he unlocked it the bell rang again, causing him to jump. His breath hitched as he opened the door and met eyes with the prettiest man he had ever seen. He was a great deal shorter than Namjoon and had silver, metallic-like hair that was parted in the middle. He had flawless skin, big doe eyes, and small but plump lips.
"Hi Namjoonie~." The pretty man spoke, walking directly past Namjoon into his living room as like it was his own.
"H-How do you know my name?" Namjoon asked softly, closing the door behind him.
"My company told me. Duh." The man laughed, throwing half his weight onto Namjoon before licking his lips and walking towards the kitchen. Midway there he dropped his carrier and began to peel off his jacket while speaking. "But I mean..tonight I can call you whatever you'd like."
He stopped in the kitchen doorway and smirked mischievously. "Which sounds better?" He bit his lip, ran his hand down his stomach towards his crotch seductively before throwing his head back and moaning loudly.
"Daddy..mhm. Fuck!" "Or." He didn't moan. "Ahh. Sir..please choke me." He moaned again.
Before speaking again he was cut off by Namjoon's dry cough. "Uh..Namjoon i-is okay." The man looked almost confused as he smiled and nodded softly. He made his way to explore Namjoon's kitchen before taking a seat at the kitchen table with his legs crossed and his chin perched upon his hands.
