red hand case

3

You know, canon.

Bless these anti-social wilderness babies. Stalking people all day and all night before finally deciding to approach them.

I accidentally turned on a few layers at once and got this adorable huddle. Hahaha. 

Request Scenario: Namjoonie finds you pleasuring yourself. Tsk tsk tsk. 

Genre: seriously? 

Word Count: 1671 

A/N: Namjoon feels are on a new record high currently. I seriously don’t understand how anybody doesn’t find his boy super attractive and not mention his ability to be the cutest thing on planet earth. *slams fists* DAMN YOU HYUNG LINE.

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Chewing roughly on your bottom lips, you were sure if you weren’t lightly wounded on the couch would be pulling your hair, screaming, and chucking things at the television. 

Kim Namjoon. 

Not only is he four hours away at a comeback stage, he has left you on a libido high this morning that has only been building and building and building. It was almost excruciating to move a single muscle of your body without your core being shocked with instant pleasure that made your eyes screw shut and lips pale from being bitten. 

His hair was styled up, enabling his eyes to stare right into the camera with all the sexual intensity you received on your own times. Not only were you angry that he was sharing that to the thousands of girls that will rewatch this performance, you were stuck at home, not even able to see him live. 

Tapping his fingers on the lips that sends so much desire throughout your body every time you touch it, he pointed towards the camera and gestured cheekily. Throwing your entire weight onto the couch, you dunked your face into a nearby pillow and screamed into it. Almost afraid to look up, your eyes made contact to his slick tongue gliding across his bottom lips while he rapped his part in Dope. 

“That’s not even a suggestive song, you dick!” You screamed, ruffling your hair with frustration–deep, ingrained sexual frustration. 

You were exhausted by this continuing internal turmoil of desperate needs. Squeezing the bridge of your nose lightly, you stood up stiffly, trying to cool off from the thin sheen of sweat that surfaced from your exasperation. Your hands tightly balled up into a fist, your nails digging into your palms, trying to find any way to distract your mind from your heating lower region. But all your mind could transport to was reliving the every clinch of your warmth against his firm length. How his hair would be messily tangled in your fingers as his moans and territorial growls overwhelmed your ears. Your stomach tightened, a fresh breath of air filled your lungs as you made your decision. 

“I can handle myself you teasing son of a bitch.” You smashed the power button of the remote control, eliminating the source of your frustration into a simple pitch black screen. 

It was hidden underneath your mattress, it was your dirty little secret. Any other day, you’ve wouldn’t even take a second look at the region surrounding the pouch encasing it, but tonight was not like every other night. 

You couldn’t even feel the texture rubbing against your walls because of your slick wetness, only the guttural pressure that filled your body. It was not the same without his natural movements and weight pressing against your body, but it was enough for now. Slowly sinking the soft buzzing instrument into you, it’s a calm pleasure. Not pushing you to the edge, but enough to release the last few hours of craze. Using the pad of your thumb, you grazed your swollen clit, causing you to gasp at how sensitive the small bud already was. You didn’t crave for a rush to the peak, but you were alone and a slow burn will not satisfy you if it was by your own hands. Quickening your actions with the increasing vibrations of the toy, your eyes snapped shut, ready to explode. 

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He knew exactly what he was doing when he starred at the camera so seductively. He wanted to see you all shaking with sensitivity and lust when he came home and what he got was so much better than what he had imagined on the way home. 

Pants already retraining against his member, Namjoon was greeted with purrs ringing from your room. He didn’t know how he didn’t come right there within his jeans when he saw you sprawled out on the bed with your nimble fingers pleasuring yourself and moaning his name. He didn’t know whether or not to interrupt this erotically beautiful scene, but he also wanted to see you fluster and embarrassed about being caught red-handed…in this case, wet-handed.

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“How rude.” You pulled away the instrument and bolted up, breathing ragged, and hair tossed around your head like a wind had just blew right through it. 

“Namjoon.” You breathed out, shamefully trying to hide what you were trying to replace him for the night. 

“Tsk tsk tsk…” Namjoon wiggle his long index finger at your direction, “Now, I understand my girlfriend has needs, but my question is why she would go behind my back to take care of it when her perfectly adequate boyfriend will never turn down an opportunity to make his beautiful babygirl moan under his doings.” There he goes with he poetic words. 

“How…” Your head was spinning between the high you were so close to reaching and the smug boyfriend who was now sauntering towards the foot of your bed. 

“I was wondering if my small expressions would get to you and I guess this answers my question.” His thumb ran across your bitten lips, reminding you the looks he gave to the camera earlier that evening. 

“You did that–" 

"On purpose? Why, of course. I knew you were watching and only you would know those are looks I give to you and only you.” Namjoon’s face was dangerously close to yours, tempting you like sweet honey. 

“Now now… If you want to continue on, I’m sorry I ever interrupted and I shall leave you to your own undoing.” You didn’t know how to respond other than with a pathetic whimper, showing just how miserable you were without his touch. 

“What was that now?” Namjoon and his cocky self…You would have played along and change your mind about not needing him, but right now, all dignity have been thrown out the window. 

“Please touch me.” Your fingers pinched the fabric beneath you, tugging at small sections like a bored child, except you weren’t bored, you were just trying to not shove him onto the bed. You wanted him to touch you in all the right ways because he knew exactly where they were. 

Sensually removing each piece of clothing, he was soon bared in all his naked glory, making you drown at the sight of the man you call your own. He couldn’t have gone any slower or you would have wrapped your body around him while he was standing and tore apart everything at its thread because they were hiding what you have been anticipating for far too long. 

"You sure you don’t want me to just leave you alone. You were looking pretty satisfied.” Namjoon mocked, hovering right above you, teasing you with light wash of his cologne radiating from his chest. 

“I hate you.” You hissed as your hands gripped his neck and pulled him into you, feeling his smirk on your lips. “You won’t be saying that in a while." 

"Hmm…” You moaned in uncertainty, his large hands pushed you into the bed and away from his lips. 

“Is that a challenge?” Before you could even say a word, Namjoon slipped his fingers into your heated core, catching you off guard. 

“Oh my god.” You could feel his digits curling for your utmost pleasure, hitting your sweet spot, your whimpered, raveling your fingers into his pale locks. Making you wonder why you even settled for the toy, when his fingers alone were able to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. You were so entrapped with the waves of bliss crashing through you, you couldn’t help but to silence your loud moans with your lips harshly pulled by your teeth. 

“I want to hear you cry out my name so you will know that I am the one bringing you all this.” Namjoon panted, releasing your lips, freeing the screams within you. 

Your insides were churning, so close to releasing what have been trapped within you the entire day, but suddenly you felt him abruptly stop.

“What the fuck?!” You shouted, cupping his face and glaring at him. “You sure you want me to finish the job?” Namjoon eyes glistening with mischief that you wanted to slap out of him. 

“Fuck you Namjoon. Please let me come, oh my god, just let me. I need you to let me come. You’re the only one who can. Please please just fuck me with your amazing fingers…” You have never sounded so needy your entire life, but you were too desperate to care anymore. 

“That’s all daddy wanted to hear.” Namjoon grunted dominantly increasing the speed of his arms with a new dizzying force. Your ears were ringing, as you cried out his name and you became undone by his hands. Your lungs seemed to have closed off as your breathing became shallow and erratic. Shutting your eyes to calm your breathing, he was still moving his fingers within you, slowing you down from your high. Your body tingled with every touch, goosebumps surrounded the point of contact. Namjoon began planting sweet kisses along your chest and neck, filling you with pure bliss. 

“Y/N, you look so beautiful when your cheeks tint a crimson color and your lips apart when you come… One day I will capture that moment and show you jut how stunning you look.” Namjoon complimented you as his warm tongue cleaned you up, sending shivers from your upper thighs. Hovering above you once again, he made sure you saw him drink up the very last tangy droplet of you from his dripping fingers. You starred in silence, he has his ways with words that made warmth spread throughout your body–whether it’s lust or love, his words alone were able to bring you sensations that you could never put into words. 

“I’m glad you are mine and no one else’s.” You whispered, caressing his cheeks. The smile on his face could have shone through the darkest of nights because a shy giggle left his lips as he dug his face next to yours. 

“How are you so cute?” You looked at the boy blushing from your claim. 

“Because I have a cute girlfriend." 

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Hope you liked it anon and I apologize for taking so long to post this. :( xx 

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      “Have you seen a young man running through here with a red hand suit case?” She asked, abrupt for once. No cheerful smiles or playful flirting (though in her seriousness she still NOTICED the stranger she’d cornered). 

     “He’s taken something very important.” Clothes, jewelry her entire life – who cared? It was the set of wooden dolls in the bottom of the case that truly mattered.