Fingers wrap around your throat, light in pressure, the cold metal of rings that is placed around them, sends shivers down your spine. The light grip tightens as you get pulled up, harshly, until your back is flush against his chest. Skin sticking onto one another, as you both sweat. Namjoon’s hips continue to slap against your ass roughly, the background music of the party you’re at forgotten about as, Joon groans deeply into your ear, as he moves his free hand around your front and down in between your sticky thighs. Chuckling darkly to himself as he feels how much of a mess you are making on him. So wet. “Look at you, you’re dripping down my cock. Dirty girl.” He degrades. Using his thumb and finger he pinched your clit rolling the bud between the pads. Your eyebrows furrow as you whine, back arching, pushing your ass further into him, searching for more. “S-so close.” You gasp, gripping onto the wrist that is around your throat. At this Namjoon doubles his efforts, wanting nothing more than to feel your cunt clench around him like a vice as you cum. “Cum for me babygirl. Cum for daddy.”
Signing contracts with publishing companies was probably one of your least favourite aspects of being a writer, but you didn’t hate it entirely. And you to owe a lot of your success to their marketing teams. You were due to be meeting Chief editor of of RM publishing, Mr Kim Namjoon to discuss exactly how you wanted your latest finished project to be marketed. If the chat went well, then you’d most likely have a contract for a future 5 book releases.
Arriving at the cafe a little earlier than expected, you had found Mr Kim waiting by a window table, two coffees on the table that seemed like it had just been put down. Taking a seat and hanging your coat on the chair, you bowed in greeting and shook the editor’s hand.
“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me Editor Kim, shall we get started? And - thank you for the coffee.”
“Oh it’s no problem. I can’t wait to hear about your latest release.”
A few hours later, you had both discussed the book and the marketing concept in depth, and it would be inaccurate to say that you had made a friendly acquaintance of the editor.
“Thank you for your time Editor - no - should I call you hyung instead?” With a chuckle, Namjoon nodded.
“Either is perfectly fine. I’ll call you again soon Y/N, get home safely.”
Namjoon loved you in tight, warm hugs. sometimes words didn’t fit the true meaning and importance you and your love held for him because it was so much and so intense and overwhelmingly powerful. Sometimes he was at a loss of words. So he just showed you. He’d show you in an embrace, feeling like blanket from the world and a shield from all harm. His love would curl up in his chest and wander through his arms, branching out to wrap you up like a fish in a net, but not suffocating. Protective.
“Seriously?” You really love Namjoon and all. But this- forgetting where his passport was kept- is unacceptable, especially when you are supposed to leave for your flight to Mexico in 10 minutes. “I swear, I kept it in this drawer!” your best friend is panicking and you are doing nothing to calm him down- your own temper rising by the minute. “Did you check your bag?” your voice is strained, trying your best not to burst right then and there. Namjoon looks up from his crouched position in front of the nightstand with confusion showing on his face before he silently walks over to his brown bag and opens the first zipper. His hand shuffles around in it for a few seconds before it comes out with a small black notebook. His sheepish smile does nothing to calm you down as you begin to swear at him, only to be cut off by him telling you that you were running late for your flight. “Just you wait.”
Resting your head against Namjoons shoulder, you feel him pull you closer before lifting your leg up by your thigh, up and over his waist. You feel your eyelids shut softly the feeling of his cock slowly sliding in and out your pussy feels delicious. He gives a particular hard thrust, and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. “You’re so wet baby. So wet for me.” Namjoon comment, his voice deep and raspy from only being awake for 10 minutes. It sends chills down your spine. It makes your pussy clench around his cock, forcing Namjoon to release a grunt. “Fuck” you moans as his hand slides around your throat. “Want you to cum for me babygirl, be a good girl for daddy and cum”
The warm water bubbles around you and Namjoon as you finally sink down on his cock. His grip on your waist tightening as he feels your tight cunt around him. You couldn’t help the small hiss that leaves your mouth as you begin to bounce, your eyes scrunching shut. “Fuck babygirl” Namjoon moans, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck, biting the flesh lightly. “Your cock feels so good Joon” you whine, as you grip his broad shoulders. “Yeah, fuck, you’re so fucking tight” Namjoon grits as he begins to thrust up into you while rubbing his thumb of you clit, making you squeal.
Everything was going pretty smoothly for Namjoon, maybe a bit too smoothly considering how clumsy the giant man is. Nonetheless he won’t complain, not wanting to jinx himself, it’s less stress for him as you both walk hand in hand along a maze of different beautifully coloured flowers. Namjoon has took you back to where you both first met, all thanks to your older brother. All the memories from that night flooded back when you first entered the high class outdoor restaurant, making you reflect you how your relationship with Joon has blossomed over the past 5 years. Namjoon stops at the spot that looks over the city as you grasp his arm to watch over the busy street life with him, leaning your head on him. “I can’t believe it’s been 5 years Joonie” you whisper. Namjoon hums in acknowledgment as he looks down at you. Leaving him breathless as you look even more beautiful to him with the lights of the city shining on you. Namjoon clears his throat suddenly making you look up at him. His breath suddenly gets caught in his throat, as he tries to control his breathing. “Are you okay baby?” You ask noticing how nervous he’s suddenly got you reach out to grasp his bicep squeezing it lightly. He nods quickly sending you a brief smile before he lets out a deep breath.
“Y/n, I-I had this whole thing written out in my head, I’ve practiced it over and over, a-and now that I’m actually away to do it, it’s like flew away from me.” Namjoon nervously rambles, hands flying about from his internal panic. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What are you talking about baby?” You ask softly as you take his hands in your own. Namjoon stops abruptly, almost dazed as he looks at the floor briefly before deeply inhaling and exhaling. He moves down to one knee as he looks right into your eyes. You couldnt stop the gasp that falls from your lips as one of your hands leave his bigger one to cover your mouth. “Y/n. y/f/n y/l/n. When I first met you here, 5 years ago I instantly had, what I thought was a little crush on you, but every day I find myself being more and more, completely and deeply in love with you, and now that I look back I definitely was in love with you then too. When you agreed to go on a date with me, I literally almost fell down the staircase you left me on as you went to your brother.
Then when we actually went out on that date I almost passed out from how nervous I was. But when I saw you that night on our first date, it was like you instantly calmed me down. Growing up I believed in soulmates and I truly believe I found mine.” Namjoon says softly and carefully squeezing your hand lightly. Stopping briefly to check your reaction, before continuing. “I want to grow old with you baby. I want a family with you, and have mini Namjoons and y/ns running about the house that we share. I want it all. I don’t care where we are as long as I’m with you, because I am in love with you. So baby, I have one question for you.” You couldn’t help the tears that were flooding down your face. You wanted it all too. Most importantly, you wanted it with him. Only him. “Y/f/n y/l/n, will you marry me?” Namjoon asks as he takes out a small black box. Revealing a beautiful ring. You nod your head rapidly, dragging him to stand up. “Yes. Yes. 1000 times yes. I’ll marry you Joonie” you repeat. As you pull him in for a kiss.
