mandarin ;; namjin

12 (smut)

warning!! there's going to be smut in this chapter!! if you don't like smut, or don't feel comfortable reading it, feel free to ignore this update :)) thank you!! - leo

namjoon heaved out a sigh as he flopped down, stomach first, onto the couch. he laid there with a pout for a few minutes, hoping that seokjin could get the message mentally and come back to him. he let out a softer, whinier sigh, as he rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. he sighed once more, and closed his eyes, wanting to sleep away the hours till his beloved came home.

namjoon and seokjin partook in sexual actives like other couples typically do. they didn't do it often due to seokjin's crippling work schedule, so namjoon was sometimes left home along with a raging erection that he had to take care of himself. they both enjoyed the skin to skin contact, and the pleasure they both received. they took in each other's moans and groans with delight, and the hickeys and bruises held the memory of the night till they disappeared.

the boy tossed and turned on the couch, sweat glistening his golden complexion, small huffs of hot air leaving his lungs and exiting through his parted lips. his eyes scrunched in discomfort as he continued to squirm, quiet whines trapped in his throat. he wanted to wake up, but, he was having such a nice dream.

he ended up waking a couple hours later drenched in sweat, and his pink boxers stained mercilessly with semen. his cheeks flushed as he whined at the sticky feeling, crawling off of the couch and into the bathroom, where he stripped himself from his soaked clothes.

he hopped into the shower, where he immediately felt a wave of relief wash over him (quite literally). he rubbed his hands over his skin with soap, washing away his sweat. as his hands traveled down his body, he could feel himself tense, especially when he rubbed over his hipbone. he looked down at where his hands were, and noticed that he was, once more, erect. he groaned softly in embarrassment. 'it'd be better to take care of this now', he thought to himself.

he swiftly wrapped a towel around himself and peeked his head outside the bathroom door, looking for any signs of seokjin's return. he didn't see, nor hear him. he made a noise of small triumph as he hopped back into the warm shower.

he dragged his hands up and down his soft skin, his erection flush against his stomach. he let out a choked whine when he gently raked his nails against his chest, knowing very well it was a sensitive area. with one hand playing with his chest, he slide the other one in between his legs, letting his fingers dance teasingly against his hot flesh. he squeezed his eyes shut as he grabbed ahold of his wet and slightly big erection, giving it a couple experimental tugs. he let out a loud, drawn out moan at the feeling, his jaw slack as he titled his head back.

his other hand worked at his chest, pinching and twisting the dusty pink buds. his body quivered as he continued to stroke himself, rubbing his thumb over the slit, coating it with pre-cum. once he got tired of playing with his nipples, he slipped his hand down his backside, spreading open his legs for himself.

he traced his entrance with his middle finger, slipping it in with ease due to the water. his breath staggered as he leaned against the shower wall, the water dripping down his flushed body, he fingered himself to the pace of his strokes, which were purposely slow and agonizing, for he didn't want to orgasm to quickly. his eyes screwed shut as he brushed against his prostate, his back arching. he determinedly searched for the sensitive gland with his small fingers, mewling loudly.

he fingered himself to orgasm, his hand loosely around his now softening erection. he panted as the semen was washed away, along with the sweat and sin, all down the drain.

he dried himself off and slipped into one of seokjin's t-shirt's and a pair of boxers, shuffling back into the living room, his hair curly and still somewhat damp. he sat down criss crossed on the couch, a stuffed animal in his lap as he watched television, only perking his head up when he heard the door unlock.

seokjin walked into the apartment with a couple grocery bags, setting them down on the counter. namjoon sprung up from the couch, abounding his stuffed animal on the floor, latching himself onto seokjin's body, his face buried in his chest. seokjin chuckled softly, and ran his fingers through the younger's locks.

"hey, honey," he spoke out in a soft voice, kissing the top of his head. namjoon looked at him with soft eyes and a dimply smile, rubbing his nose against his.

"i missed you," he giggled out softly, his grip loosening. seokjin just smiled in response, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. their lips molded together perfectly, and namjoon could feel himself melt from the affection. he felt the grip around his waist tighten, a soft whimper locked in his throat. once they pulled away, he looked at his beloved with a flushed face, before pulling him back in for another, much more heated kiss.

they had quite a fun night ahead of them.