Writings

[joonskoala]

He is sitting next to you on the couch, nursing a beer and holding a conversation with Jimin. A quick glance around showed that everyone was either too caught up in conversation or too far gone to pay attention to anything but their drinks. You sneak your hand between you and Namjoon and pinch his ass, hopefully inconspicuously. He does not react, other than tensing up for a second. Jimin is none the wiser and you congratulate yourself on pulling it off. You get up, shoot him a quick look, and walk off to the bathroom. It does not take him long to follow you there.

Walking in after a couple of seconds he wastes no time pressing you against the sink, his lips immediately on yours. ‘Think you’re cute huh? Doing that where everyone can catch you?’ He growls against your lips and you whimper under his touch. His hand roaming your body and you are acutely aware of just how much this whole situation is turning you on. At any moment, someone could walk in and here you are, like a bunch of horny teenagers feeling one another up in a bathroom at a party. It seems to start being a common theme for the two of you. ‘Just wanted to feel your awesome ass,’ you quip back, ‘and knew it would rile you up, got what I wanted didn’t I?’ Namjoon groans but before he can start kissing you again you push him off you. ‘Gotta make this quick or people will start missing us.’ Namjoons eyes almost seem to pop out of his head for a second, gears rattling in his brain but you move away from him. ‘Fuck, thought you were gonna suck me off there.’ He mumbles, dragging a hand through his hair. You roll your eyes at him. ‘Like hell I am. Maybe later.’ You open the bathroom door and sneak a glance down the hallway. Namjoon grabs your hips and grinds his crotch into your ass quickly in a last attempt to entice you to stay in the bathroom with him before you walk off. Back at the party you were right in thinking no-one would notice that the two of you have been gone.

[joonskoala]

He knows you’re inside before he opens the door. The sounds of your singing drifting towards him. The sounds wrapping their coils around his heart and pulling him in. The smell of coffee is the second things that hits him, as soon as he opens the door. He checks his watch and chastises himself for not letting you know he’d be late and to say you should just go to bed. He knows that if you drink it this late in the evening you have trouble falling asleep but you probably did it to stay up to welcome him home.  

“Joonie.” It’s breathless, the way his name falls off your lips as you whip around from the sink where you had been doing the dishes. He wishes you hadn’t noticed him for a couple of seconds more, the way you sway your hips and sing along to the radio with your arms covered in suds. He smiles, a tired smile, he knows he doesn’t have to hide it. Couldn’t even if he tried. “Hi babe.” You dry your hands and subsequently wrap your arms around his waist. The weight of you against him feel like home, something he forgets he misses but once it is back around him he knows he needs. It keeps him grounded. The way you slot into him so perfectly, at night with your head on his chest it keeps him from feeling like the world is falling away.  “Welcome home.” And he feels it, he smells it, he can taste it on his tongue. The calm and the love.

[joonskoala]

There is no urgency as Namjoon drags the tip of his cock through your wet folds. He seems captivated by the look of your wetness coating his cock in a glistening layer of the slick he caused. ‘Joon,’ you try to coax his attention back up, higher, to your face ‘what’s going on?’. The question is soft, no weight. There’s no hidden agenda, no cause for alarm, just the musings of one lover to another. He could sigh, could shake his head and plunge himself into you. Forget whatever it was that had him momentarily distracted, transfixed. ‘You’re soft,’ he mumbles, a smile tugs at the corners of your lips at that, ‘and inviting, and every time I get to do this I cannot believe you let me.’ He looks up now, eyes looking into yours with what only can be described as reverence. He does not believe in God, but would be hard pressed to deny his existence, find something else so close to holy as being deep inside your cunt.

‘You’re sappy.’ You muse, hand entangling in his hair, nails raking through it softly. He chuckles, kisses you softly. ‘You make me sappy.’

[joonskoala]

‘We really shouldn’t be doing this.’ You try and convince him half-heartedly as he drags you after him into an empty office. His intentions clear, he locks the door after he shoves you inside. ‘Well then maybe someone,’ he steps closer, his pupils blown with lust, ‘should have thought about that before flashing her cleavage to me multiple times when I was on the phone.’ Guilty as charged, you don’t have a reply. Though you had wanted to rile him up, you hadn’t expected it to end with Namjoon grabbing your hand and putting it right on his crotch. ‘Feel that? That’s what you caused.’ He says, voice low and hips gyrating slightly into your hand. He is hot under your touch and you can feel he is half hard. ‘I kept thinking,’ he walks you back towards the windows that go floor to bottom until your back hits them, ‘what it would look like to slide my cock between your breasts.’ You almost choke on your own spit. ‘I bet it would be soft, and you would whine so prettily as you beg for my cock.’