#rm writing

Namjoon has a lot of hopes and dreams, but tonight, he hopes you can feel how much he misses you. How the five weeks of not seeing you during his business would suffice now that he has taken you in his bed, in his bed sofa, and now, he fucks you against the window, your legs wrap around him as he thrust into you.

Hope it's evident now even as your body grows tired from the back-to-back sex, even if you’re weakly holding onto him and whimpering his name.

"Shit, daddy," you moan out, your cunt swollen and sensitive from the over-stimulation from your past releases. "So good." 

Namjoon wants you to feel him everywhere, his mouth placing kisses on your neck, his fingers rubbing circles in your clit, and his dick inside of you so deep you could see stars.

You know your body is tired from taking him 3 times today but you still hug him closer, you want him closer as you cums. Your whole body shakes when you release and he comes after you. 

Namjoon hugs your tired form, your face buried in his shoulders as he gives small kisses on yours. He carries you towards the bed, sets you down gently on the mattress, laying you down properly. 

"Do you want to go, again?" you softly ask,  you spread your legs to let him sink deeper. 

"No, you're tired." He says, and he removes himself inside you, you groan at the feeling. 

"I can still take it, daddy." you try to urge him, but he shakes his head before standing up to clean you.

"You know, you really don't have to clean me yourself," you say, "I can do it myself."

Namjoon hums and looks at you in the eye, "I know. I want to do this."

You always say he doesn't have to but he always does. You close your eyes from tiredness, you’re very tired but you’re ready to spread your legs at any given moment if he ever changes his mind. 

Namjoon watches you, thinking you're too exhausted and will actually, for once- stay with him until morning. He gives you more kisses on your face, still desperate to make you feel he misses you so much.

But when he wakes up that morning, he wakes up with an empty bed again. Last night wasn't an exception, you always make sure you're not around the next day. 

Namjoon is desperate to know if you miss him too.

You're outside looking around the pieces of jewelry displayed in public while you wait for the secretary to pay.

You walk further down where they display the earrings and lean over to look at them. You remember Namjoon having pierced ears, you haven't seen him use earrings but somehow it makes you imagine what he would look like if he wears them. You don't know how he had them in the first place, somehow you imagine him on what he was like when he was a teenager going to a piercing shop. Did he feel rebellious? What was his decision-making process during those times? You're curious because you never see Namjoon as someone like that.

A pair of simple and small silver hoop earrings catch your eye. You think it's perfect for him. You ask someone to wrap it for you and you paid for it with your own money. Well, the money was his too but you're going to ignore that.

After shopping your heart out, you eat dinner with Namjoon's secretary at Osteria's.

You found out that her name is Kitkat after calling her Namjoon's secretary #4 in your head for the span of your shopping spree duration. You know she introduced herself to you when she picked you up this afternoon but you were probably too out of it to remember. You were minding your own food when she tells you that Namjoon wants to see you tonight. You instinctively look at the small paper bag near you containing the earrings you bought earlier.

"Do I have to go to his apartment now after dinner?" You ask her.

She shakes her head, "No, Miss Y/N. Mr. Kim instructed to send you home safely and he'll come to your apartment after his work." You raise an eyebrow. He has asked for you two days in a row and now he wants to come to your apartment, both things that haven't occurred even once in the span of the two years of your contract.

You don't mind but you're weirded out and curious about what's going in his mind. You don't want to complain when it comes to him. You know you are in no place to protest when he recently paid millions for your shopping spree today. You finish your dinner quietly.

You went home to your apartment, asking the helper to drop all the paper bags (except the bag containing the earrings) in the closet so you could arrange it tomorrow and dismissing her for the day so you can prepare for Namjoon's arrival.

You strip off your clothes to take a bath to wash off anything you accumulated from your shopping escapade earlier. You don't want him to see you in any way less than perfect. That's why you dress in lingerie you bought for him.

You sit in your living room waiting when he texts you.

Namjoon [8:02 pm]: I'll let myself in, wait for me in your bed

Y/N [8:03 pm]: see you

You walk towards your bedroom and climb into your bed to wait for him, you hide his earrings in the drawer of your side table. He didn't say what time he'll arrive so when two hours pass by, you close your eyes to rest for a bit.

Namjoon comes to your apartment at midnight, he scans the whole space and is instantly impressed with how you made the apartment he gave you to have such a homey feel. He thinks it feels more home than his own.

He goes to your bedroom to see you fast asleep. He's thinking of not waking you up and going home but when he's about to open your bedroom door to leave, you stir awake.

"Hmm?" You don't know what time it is but you wake up from someone slowly opening your door. You see Namjoon so you frantically get up to welcome him. "I'm sorry I fell asleep." You apologize. The gift in the drawer was completely forgotten.

Namjoon laughs and pulls you in an embrace, "Don't worry about it."

You look at his face up close, he looks tired. So you let him embrace you, his head now laying on your shoulder, it feels more intimate than you can remember cuddling him.

"Want me to do the work today, daddy?" You ask him. You get a feeling that he's tired so you want to help a little bit more.

He nods. You lead him to your bed.

You don't know what came over you, but for the first time, he comes to your apartment. You fuck him in your bed, taking him in your mouth. When he cups your face telling you how beautiful you look with your mouth full of his dick, you hum in pleasure. You thought it feels more pleasurable to you than to him. For the first time, while you were riding him until your first orgasm of the night, you didn't care when you wrapped your arms around him holding him tightly. You didn't care that your moans sounded like you needed him.

For the first time, Namjoon sleeps beside you and he wakes up with you next to him.

Namjoon got what he wanted, to wake up in a bed next to you. He watches you while you're asleep breathing peacefully.

The next morning when you wake, everything is sore. It takes effort just to open your eyes, much less push the sleeping man from your body. 

“Joon,” you grunt, shoving him gently. He doesn’t move, too exhausted from the week and when you finally resign yourself to failure, you roll yourself out from under him.

Slipping a foot to the floor, you yawn as you stretch both arms overhead. Last night was exhausting to say the least. Namjoon has been traveling a lot for work and when he arrived home last night, you found yourself just as needy as he was. Namjoon doesn’t like to do things in small doses. No, he likes to give himself fully and last night, he gave you all that and more. 

Flushing, it’s hard not to remember as you head towards the kitchen. The coffee machine takes a long time to start; you stare aimlessly at its buttons while remembering certain bits from last night. 

Namjoon rushed through door, shaking his hair from the rain. He didn’t even bother with hello, just muttered, “Fuck, did I miss you,” before he crossed the room and closed the distance between you.

The way he kissed you was you hungry, as though he was a prisoner, you were the stars and he’d seen mud for too long. “A quote,” he murmured in between kisses, “by Dale Carnegie.” Namjoon groaned as he unzipped your pants. “But fuck Dale Carnegie, honestly, because he never got to see you naked and I do.”

When the timer on the coffee machine goes off, you blink, returned to reality as you pull a mug out for tea. 

“Y/N...”

The sound of your name drifts from the hall. Turning your head, you glance towards your bedroom. Deciding you must have imagined it, you continue to pour.

“Y/N...!”

Brow arched, you return your mug to the counter. “Joon?”

“Where are you?” he mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep.

Unable to keep from smiling, you tiptoe down the hall. Namjoon is right where you left him, his hair stuck up on one side while he lifts his head from the pillow. When he finds you in the doorway, his lips lower to a pout. 

“Why’re you there?”

Glancing around, you tug his shirt further down your legs. “Why am I where?”

“There.”

“Here?”

“So far away.”

“Am I?”

“Y/N.” Namjoon groans and flops flat on his back. “Come back to me. Please.”

Unable to stay away any longer, you move towards your bed. Lowering both knees to the mattress, you stare at his form. Namjoon has one knee lifted, the sheets tented over his abs and, smiling to yourself, you lower your palms to his chest. 

“Hi,” you whisper, brushing his lips with your own. 

“Hey,” Namjoon mumbles. His hands slide into your hair as he kisses you back. It starts out soft, just a sweet nuzzling of mouths and then your elbow comes down and Namjoon inhales in response.

Your body falls, pressing him into the sheets and Namjoon stirs restlessly beneath you. “Babe,” he moans, pushing his hips up to yours.

“Mm,” you murmur, rolling free. “I’m still so sore from last night, babe,” you say, stroking his side with your hand

“Are you?” Namjoon kisses your neck, then your shoulder. 

“Yes.”

His hand slides between your legs, finding your thighs already open. “Are you?” he whispers, feeling the slickness between them.

“Yes,” you whimper, arching your hips up to his hand. He slips a finger further back, tracing over your opening.

“What if I’m gentle?” Namjoon murmurs, slipping his finger inside.