sincerely; | namjoon

fifteen

warning: has some sexual content

"wait here."

you push namjoon down so he's sitting on your bed and you rush to the bathroom to get first aid supplies. you find gauze, large bandaids, hydrogen peroxide, and some cotton balls. you carry it back to your bedroom to find namjoon looking at the cover of his diary.

when he hears you he looks up, smiling weakly. you sit on the bed cross-legged and make him face you, ignoring the proximity of your faces. you gently take his hands into yours, disenfecting his raw knuckles and wrapping them with the white cloth.

"dummy." you say, and namjoon looks at you, confused. "you shouldn't have done that. i don't want you getting hurt." you finish his hand and look up to his jaw and mouth.

pointedly avoiding his gaze you start dabbing peroxide-soaked cotton balls on his bleeding skin. namjoon winces and you quitely apologize.

"i couldn't watch him scare you like that." you finally met namjoon's sienna eyes, breath catching in your throat. the fact that he cared about you, cared enough to-

you stopped.

you couldn't- couldn't function. not with him looking at you like that. not when time shot a million seconds through your heart and the world slowed to a standstill around you. the sunlight beamed through your window and landed on namjoon's honey glazed skin, highlighting his curves and edges.

specks of gold danced through the air, golden warmth filling your body. stars swam through namjoon's eyes, glistened with everything good in the world. his palm was holding your heart, the world, your life.

and you wanted nothing more than to share that with him, in that very moment. share everything.

"y/n." he breathed, reaching his hands to gently rest on your neck and face. you leaned into the warmth, ever so slightly. namjoon felt like warmth; home.

namjoon leant forward, as did you, craving, needing more of that warmth. namjoon's fingers slipped to your nape, gently pushing you towards him. your skin buzzed with excitement, want. want for namjoon, him, all of him.

your eyes fluttered closed as your breaths mingled, and then his lips were on yours. his lips, oh gods. soft rosy lips moved against your own, licking into your mouth, hot and slick. nerves, every single one of them, flared alive, vibrating.

namjoon's tongue criminally wound into your mouth, and you made a noise of pleasure in the back of your throat. namjoon leaned back into your pillow, moving his hands down from your nack to your hips, firmly gripping the skin there. his legs spread out as you climb into his lap, holding his face with both hands, hungrily kissing him.

fireworks in every part of your body set off as namjoon trailed soft hands under your shirt and across your stomach, feeling the smooth skin there. a groan falls out of namjoon's mouth and you swallow it with a whimper of your own. the kiss breaks and namjoon turns to pressing needy kisses to your jawline and down your neck.

gasping and writhing at the touch, you whine namjoon sucks slightly at your collarbone. he pulls back and runs a finger over the reddening marks he's made, eyes glossed with lust.

"so pretty," his voice comes out rough and husky. your toes curl.

one of your hands is gripping his shoulder, and one rests on his chest, feeling the muscles shift beneath his shirt. his hands wander up and down your trembling thighs, dancing over sensitive skin. he smirks and your limbs turn to liquid.

"do you-?" he doesn't get to finish the question as you rapidly nod your head, already pulling his shirt over his torso and shoulders. his shirt flies to the other side of the room, and you gasp at his toned chest and stomach. you run your hands across the smooth expanse of skin he has, wanting to outright moan at the way he mouths at the sensitive spot under your ear.

your shirt follows soon after, joining the growing pile of fabric on the ground. pants go next, hurridley, and then you're both in just undergarments. you giggle in between kisses, but it's cut off when namjoon grips your ass through your underwear.

"are you sure..?" his forehead is leaning against yours and you both breathe heavily, high off of each other.

"i am. i want it. want you. all of you. now." he chuckles breathily, and murmurs an okay before kissing your chest and unlatching your bra behind your back.

you reach into a drawer in your nightstand and pull out a condom. he raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything, only starting to shift out of his boxers and ripping the package.

he flips you over so he's leaning above you, tracing ghosting touches all over your body, making you shiver. you look into his eyes and see every emotion running through his head. they mirror your own, one in particular shining particularly bright.

love.

you love him.

this was love.

and you could tell he felt the exact same way.

he would be your stars, and you would climb all the way up into the galaxy to reach him.