Namjin (Oneshots)

pulchritudinous

Sex, if you want a song to listen to here "star boy"- the weekend, "rockin"- the weekend
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I pull his hair hard, he cries out. It's exhilarating. He feels so good while I'm inside him. Damn.

I'm addicted to his body and his smell. I'm addicted to the way he feels, the way he moves.

This might be my fault. I let myself fall under his spell.

He tries to hold himself up as his knees give out. He should know he doesn't have to, I'll hold him up. "Namjoon! A-Ah Jesus more!" He calls my name and I only want to harder.

For him.

I'm being overly dramatic.

I hold his hips as I fuck into him from behind. He's so pretty. All sweaty, moaning my name with love bites decorating his skin. Absolutely beautiful.

He's delicate.

Fragile even. "Seokjin, I love you" nothing stops the words from spilling out of my mouth. "I-I lo-" he tries to say it back. I already know.

I honestly don't need the closer. I only need him. I press his back against my naked chest and tilt his head. Even his tears are pretty.

"You are so beautiful" I see him keen at my words, well a mixture of that and my constant thrusts to his prostate. I wonder what's going inside that pretty head of his.

My hand rubs his stomach just wanting to feel him more. pulchritudinous. There's simply not a better word.

I watch as his head tilts back and his eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure and he cums.

So.

Fucking.

Pretty.

I came as well. And even though I do have a strong pull out game I came in him. I couldn't help it. He pants before more tears come to his eyes.

This time not out of pleasure but out of fear. He realizes what had just happened and I smile. It's an absolute empty smile with a hint of despondency. I'm alright though.

"I'm sorry- I-I don't know what I was thinking-" Seokjin, he's so stupid sometimes but I love him.

"Don't apologize to me, there's no need" I then kiss him. Surprisingly he kisses back it's slow and passionate. It's like watching an ice cube melt in hot tea. You know it's going to disappear, it barley makes a difference in the temperature, and soon, it's gone. But just like the ice cube, this kiss has a purpose.

To cool down my slowly melting heart. I can't be with this man.
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"Yo Namjoon what about this ring? You think she'll like it?" Jimin asked me, a fellow colleague. "Yeah, I think she will" I admit. Jimin was picking out a wedding ring for his one and only.

I honestly forgot the plain girls name. I don't thinks she's the greatest fit for Jimin as she tries to fit in with the crowd as much as possible and the amount of plastic in her face has her unrecognizable from her middle school pictures.

I like Hoseok's girl more. She's a foreign woman. From America in fact. She's an outgoing and unique one she is. She knows, as much as this might sound mean or crude, that she'll never truly fit in here, in Seoul, South Korea.

And she's fine with that, always a big smile on her face. But enough of woman. "You've been out of it recently Namjoon, hows your side job going?" Jimin tried to make conversation.

"I clean a house of stuck up rich people how to you think it's going?" I ask as if it is obvious. That's not how my job is in reality. I just can't seem to want to tell Jimin about it.

Seokjin and his wife are the people I work for. I don't clean their house more so I pay their bills and they pay me. Sometimes getting some groceries but nothing more nor less.

Well until I started falling.

And hit the ground.

And started bleeding out.

Because of a certain someone. An angle that I wish on stars to see every night. I absolutely hate it.

"Namjoon? Namjoon!" I snap out of it. I look up. Damn.

"I thought I'd make you lunch Joon" why is his voice so angelic? "Um it-it's just left overs, I'm sorry if I interrupted something" so caring.

"Thank you, Seokjin" I smile, Jimin taking it as his time to leave the room. He closes the door behind him and locked it. What a meddler. Causing trouble and what not.

"Not a problem" Seokjin then drops the lunch. I stand a bit alarmed at his actions. Soon, he's in my arms and we're kissing. Though I'm a bit perplexed I let him slide, just this once of course.

He spreads his legs for me as I set him on my desk. He's so perfect.

I'm not one for having less than appropriate 'meetings' in my work place, but for him I'd do anything. My hands feel up his thighs before unbuttoning his pants.

Pleasure
Pleasure
Pleasure

My mind is clouded with him. The overwhelming reality of him.

The desk isn't moving as it is, fortunately, attached to the floor. My office is sound proof and even if it wasn't I wouldn't care. Seokjin is mine-

Wait.

No he's not. He's not mine he's someone else's, someone else's to love, to cherish, to...

I clear my head and focus on giving the other pleasure. His sobbing only giving me more reason to keep moving. Constant babbling but only incoherent words coming out.

His body moves against the desk with every thrust. I grab his waist and move faster, his hair bouncing making him look better than usual.

If that's possible. I'm pretty sure I'm bullshitting myself.

I mentally shrug it off as I bend down biting and sucking on his neck. Jerking him off in time with my thrusts. His moans get squeaky.

"Nam-Na-Namj-" he's constantly cut off from moaning my name and I can't help but to love it. "Nam-Namjoon o-oh right there! Yes- please- keep going!"

He's feeling good.

I'm feeling good.

Seokjin moves his leg a bit, only slightly but I notice it. I angle my thrust a bit and soon have him screaming.

His hips spasm a bit as he came. Pretty white ribbons paint his stomach. He looks completely wrecked and I can't help but to think what I did to deserve to be able to meet him.

But what didn't I do to not be able to have him?

Fifteen to twenty minutes later he's gone again.

I cry.

I yell.

I ask myself why? I knock everything off of my desk before finally calming, I won't feel sorry for myself.

Only assholes do that.

I plop done in my chair as I run my fingers through my hair. "He sure is pulchritudinous" I spat bitterly with a slight chuckle.

My love for him is ruining my life.