Shy- Namgi

Finally

Clank.
Beep. Beep.
Beeeeeeep.

"Finally~" I heard Namjoon exclaim from the kitchen. "It's done!"

There was a short moment of silence before I heard his voice ring out again, "Baby~ Where are you? We didn't finish what was started earlier~"

As memories of that morning came back, heat rose to my cheeks once more. The more steps he took the more embarrassed and nervous I got. Quickly, I ran around the room looking for a place to hide.
After circling the room time after time, I ran to one place in particular - a place only I could fit in.

Behind the TV.

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"Finally!" The taller exclaimed spying at me from atop the television.
"After making me run around like that I think you deserve a punishment. Don't you?" He smirked as I removed myself from my rather odd hiding spot.

The moment I'd freed myself and caught myself from stumbling, I look up and find myself right under Namjoon's gaze. He pushes me against the rather close wall.

I thought it was a lot further away than that...

He stalks closer looking at me as if I were his prey. Soon enough his hands were either side of my head with his body pressed against mine. He pressed our crotches together, revealing to me his hard on. His face grew closer until I could feel his breath on my lips. Condensation wetting them slightly.

I started to feel hot. Sweat covering my palms. I leaned forward, touching my lips on his. The sweet taste of his chapstick coming off his lips as I strike my tongue across his bottom lip. Our lips glide across each other's as they create a dance of their own.

Our bodies slowly got closer and clothes were discarded. Bodies rubbing together continuously as we both got more needy as the minutes go by.

Soon enough, I had been turned around. Face against the wall, ass out on simple view. Bites were being placed all over my shoulders, chest and back. Suddenly, I felt two fingers prod at my needy hole. Pressure was placed as they got slowly pushed in-

He gave me a gentle peck on the cheek and walked away to the kitchen. I pouted , feeling a little upset at being left in such a state. I followed him, feeling slightly lost as of being on my own.

As I walk through the open archway that leads to the homey kitchen, I see the very man sat at the breakfast bar with a glass of milk. He makes direct eye contact - for around ten seconds - before turning and paying attention to his milk again.

"Don't pout at me, young man. You got what you deserved after making me look for you. While I was hard because of your antics this morning, may I add," he said, looking me up and down before his eyes stopped at a rather intimate place. One of which was sporting a decent sized boner.

"But, don't you~ maybe~... want a little help," I pointed to his very clear hard on, "With that?"
I walked closer to him, swaying my hips purposely. I climbed onto his lap, sitting my ass right on his crotch teasingly.

I gently grind down as he hums in agreement. A low groan was let out as I rutted my hips, not being able to control the need I was gaining from the pleasure I was giving. He grabbed my waist tightly, definitely leaving some bruises for later.

A/N: because of my lack of writing lately I will gift you with yoongi pictures :)