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Namjoon - Criminal & Attorney au

"Will the jury foreperson please stand? Has the jury reached a unanimous verdict?"
"Yes, your honor. The jury finds the defendant not guilty"
"The jury is thanked and excused. Court is adjourned."

It wasn't your first time in court. Far from it. The excitement of it never ceased, you loved every moment of it. More so, loved watching him in his element, doing what he did best. So well spoken, so charming and yet in possession of the sharpest tongue in the room. You didn't doubt for a second that Kim Namjoon was the smartest man in the room, just from the way he was so immaculately and systematically persuasive.
Well, you could only argue there was one thing he was better at than his work, but that was a more private matter.
He didn't touch you, barely spoke to you, all the way out to his car in which he silently signaled for you to get into the passenger's side. His car was a nice one. Showed off exactly how well off he was. The silver car was quite flashy, yet comfortable, sleek and most importantly practical. Just like him.
"You need to be more careful, Miss L/N" he said, eyes focused on the road. He didn't have to call you that, but he did it out of habit. You were one of his clients after all.
"Why?" You raised your eyebrows back. You leaned back in your seat, reaching over to his pocket to grab the small container of mints you knew he kept on him, putting one in your mouth to let it melt on your tongue.
"Because one of these damn days you'll run out of luck and get locked away. It's not if anymore, it's when" He seemed a little frustrated.
"One could argue that if I have the best attorney in the country at my disposal I should be allowed to take advantage of it" you retorted. He finally glanced at you from his seat for the briefest of moments.
"One could argue that indeed." He simply agreed. "Would you like me to drop you off somewhere, or will you come with me back to my office? I have a bottle of whiskey we can open to celebrate another victory" he suggested.
"Mm that sounds nice. Oh look at you, you DO enjoy these cases don't you?" You grinned at him. He rolled his eyes a little but finally cracked a small smile.
"Maybe I do" he said. "But I have a feeling I won't like it if you get put up for the death penalty"
"Ah, but you wouldn't let that happen, Joonie, would you?" You touched his thigh. "And it's nothing a little money and convincing wouldn't be able change."

He had loosened his tie up, taken off his suit jacket and unbuttoned the top buttons of his white, carefully ironed dress shirt. He looked handsome sitting in his office chair, legs spread apart and you couldn't help but think about how inviting his lap looked. Yet you remained seated on his desk, legs crossed, moving the glass in your hand slowly in circles, the half molten ice cubes swirling around in the amber liquid.
"Are you needed elsewhere?" He asked catching you looking over his shoulder, out through the window at the birds flying past. His office was on one of the top floors. It had a beautiful view over the city.
"No, not at all. I decide when and where I'm needed, you know that" you retorted, a small smirk forming on your lips. "Why? Would you perhaps have something else other than drinking in mind for our celebration?"
He got up from his seat, and you moved your legs so that he could stand in between them. Both of your glasses hit the sleek wooden desk, one of his large hands cupping the side of your face.
"Maybe I do" He spoke, his breath hitting your skin before his lips met yours. When he kissed you, he did it like no one else had before. Not as if trying to win a battle, not to conquer, but full of passion; a need for closeness. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him closer, wanting, no desperately needing, more.
Your breaths becoming one, tongues touching, his hands fumbling slightly with the buttons at the front of your blouse. As he got them all open, his hands moved across your skin, not caressing but needily grabbing until he found your bra clasp. You parted, lips feeling tingly, almost numb, as he began working on his own shirt. You leaned back, catching your breath as you admired the view, not the birds nor the city this time, but him. Toned chest, creamy bronzed skin. You let your hands travel mindlessly over his abdomen, stopping at his shoulders where you let them rest as he placed his lips, reddened and swollen from being mashed against yours only moments before, back onto your skin. He let them move down your throat, touching the nape of your neck before attacking your skin, sure to leave bright marks that you'd flaunt with pride for days before they'd even as much as begin to fade.
His tongue trailed across your chest, lips wrapping over the sensitive peak. Your fingers entangled into his dark hair, one of his hands wrapping around the other breast.
"Ah- Namjoon" you let out his name, breathing it, as he worked his tongue and lips over the sensitive area. Blood rushing to your core, a throbbing sensation stemming from inbetween your legs. Your grasp on his hair tightened. "I need you"
He moved up, letting you reach out to unzip his pants, pushing them down and then helping him get out of his excessively overpriced underwear. Namjoon's hands brushed over your thighs, your pencil skirt following his movements until your own undergarments were visible to him. His fingers hooked into them, pulling them down effortlessly, letting them fall down to your ankles as you kicked them off. You moved your leg up to take one of your heels off, but Namjoon's fingers smoothly wrapped around your wrist, moving to place your hand on his shoulder instead.
"Keep the heels on" He spoke lips touching your neck, knowing exactly where he'd get the best responses from you; from your body. "They look sexy on you"
You didn't reply only moved to press your lips to his once more, this kiss being so much needier, more desperate, than earlier. Mashing lips together, your teeth tugging at his lower lip, but soon his tongue being back in your mouth, tasting the mint on you. You moaned against him, feeling himself line himself up against your wet core, his hardened member prodding against you. Your core ached for him, hell your whole body did. Your body wanted him, and so as he entered you he did so with ease. Your body slowly stretching around him, moaning against each others lips. Finally there was the closeness you had desired, craved all day, watching him but not having been allowed to touch. Your head rolled back, one hand clenching around the edge of the mahogany beneath you, the other still gripping his bare shoulder.
"Fuck, Y/N" He let out in a low, hoarse moan, his hips touching your tighs, his arms moving around your body, wrapping you into his embrace. You slid your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close as you could, losing yourself in his familiar, comforting aroma. He smelled nice, not manufactured. Like newly fallen rain. You captured his lips against yours once more as he pulled out slightly, thrusting back into you gently. Moans swallowed by the other, eyes closed, drowning in eachothers touches. He didn't fasten his pace much, he knew what worked, what made you both feel the best. He stuck to that. No need to be rough, not now, not there in his office. Better keep things sweet and short.
One of his hands moved between you, forcing you to leave a little space between one another but never breaking the kiss, his thumb collecting some of your wetness before pressing over the bundle of sensitive nerves. You arched your back at the stimuli, moaning his name as your lips left his. He was damn experienced, and it showed.
Your walls clenched around him as you reached climax, body tensing and untensing, his thrusts getting sloppier as he too tipped over the edge. He twitched within you, warm liquid filling you up, your cheeks heating up at the sensation. As he felt your body relax he slowly pulled out.
You let your arms fall off his shoulders as he took a step back, reaching for the box of tissues he kept close. His movements were slow, gentle, as he cleaned off your inner thighs and then himself, throwing the used paper into the bin next to the desk.
Namjoon pulled his underwear up, then went back to stand before you, hands cradling your face, one of his thumbs running across your lower lip.
"You drive me insane" His voice was hoarse, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips briefly.
"Mm a good insane I hope" You chuckled, clearly not having catched your breath properly yet.
"Definitely a good insane"