It's My Job ×NamJin×

#27

Seokjin ~

When I was finally done, I smiled lazily and heard the camera click, meaning the recording had stopped. I laid still on the couch with a dopey smile on my face. That felt good. I think that's definetly in my top twenty orgasms I've ever had.

Namjoon sighed loudly and grunted, "Fuck, Seokjin, look what you did." He pointed to the tent in his pants and then sat down next to me on the couch. His face was only a few inches away from my bare ass, so I decided to sit up. I didn't want him to see me naked if he didn't need to, so I slipped the nightie back on, realizing I might even wear clothes like this outside of the house. I felt pretty.

He just stared at my face, like he didn't know what to do. It was like he'd never been in a room alone with me. "So," he said, "Uhm, you mind?" He pointed at his bulge, but I didn't move from my spot. I just shrugged my shoulders and made a face that communicated indifference. That was all it took for him to lean forward and kiss me.

I went to my standard arms around his neck and he pushed us down so my back was back on the cushions. I was really glad I didn't land on my cum, that'd be unfortunate. He tangled his hands in my hair and pulled, I emitted small moans from it. He kissed me in a strange way, hungry but more. I knew I missed his lips, and because I wasn't sure if I'd get to kiss them again, I gave it all I had. He seemed to do the same. I almost felt as if he missed me.

Almost.

His phone rang, and we broke apart. I tried to untangle my legs from around his waist, but he just pulled them back up around him. He glanced at his phone and saw who was calling, and ignored it. I didn't think anything of it, until it happened five minutes later.

Namjoon sighed and sat up, I just sat on my knees behind him and sucked on his neck, wanting to mark him while I could. But I remembered that he wasn't mine to keep. I looked over his shoulder, and the caller I.D. picture blown up on his screen was the guy I'd caught him with a little while ago.

I stopped kissing his neck and sighed, "Hey, who was that?"

"No one important," he dismissed as he adjusted me so I was straddling his waist.

"No it wasn't," I moved away from his lips, "It's one of your fuck buddies."

"Well, well yeah, but-"

"Namjoon, this," I pointed down to where I was sitting on his bulge, "This can't happen."

He rolled his hips up, stimulating us both, and I screwed my eyes shut to will myself not to moan. "Fuck, Seokjin, please, just now-"

"No," I was tired of being used by him like this, "No, this isn't fair."

"But I want to, I want this so badly, Seokjin."

"I am not just another one of your fuck buddies, Namjoon, and this isn't something friends do."

"What can I do then?" He sounded exasperated that he wasn't getting what he wanted, "What do you want from me for this?"

"Can you get rid of them?"

"Of who?"

"Them, Namjoon. I don't wanna be just another guy you have sex with when you're bored."

He just looked away from me. "I can't."

I sighed, "I knew it. I knew you wouldn't do better for me. I don't need this."

I got up and walked to the bathroom to quickly clean myself up, and stomped over to my closet. I threw on some jeans and a sweater. "What are you doing?"

"Invading Venezuela, what the fuck does it look like?"

I grabbed my wallet and keys, and walked out of my room, down the stairs. Namjoon trailed close behind. He grabbed my shoulder to get my attention, "Seokjin, Jin let me talk-"

I turned around snappy, "No! No, Namjoon! I've had people use me and kick me around before, I don't need it again. I've spent time building myself back up, and I'm not gonna let myself fall apart over some guy who doesn't want me!"

"Seokjin, I'm not using you, please, just let me-"

"No! I don't need this right now." I turned back around and walked out the door, Namjoon still behind me as I speed walked down the driveway.

"Seokjin, get back inside." He declared, how convincing of him.

"Over my dead body!" I yelled back.

"Jinnie, for fuck's sake, come on!"

"Don't call me that!" I answered, still refusing to turn around.

Where was I heading towards? I had no idea, but I knew I had to blow off steam somewhere.

And that's when my phone got a notification from Tinder. I got a couple matches, one of which was bored at the current moment.

What the hell, why not? I shot him a message, and we decided to go to a coffee shop nearby. I'd been walking for only a couple minutes and yet, if this guy killed me, it probably wouldn't be as bad as the pain in my feet from walking. How did people do this for fun?

I walked into the coffee shop and waited, my date took twenty minutes to get there. But I didn't mind, he was hot enough for me to ignore it.

"Hi," he said in a charming voice. He had a little accent, and his bio read 'Cali raised'. I assumed that's where the accent came from. A foreigner, that'd be a whole new experience. "I'm Matthew." He gave me a warm smile.

I laughed, "I know, it's in your Tinder bio."

He smiled at me, "Ah, you pay attention to stuff," he stated.

"Yeah, sometimes a little too much."

"I hope it's not rude of me to say, but you're very handsome."

"I know, but thank you." He chuckled at me, and I relaxed.

I felt wanted.

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