Request- Hi cuties! Can I request a Namjoon angst/fluff where he never looks at you during sex and you begin to think he doesn’t enjoy it or like he doesn’t really like you? But he’s really just shy or embarrassed? Thank you love bugs!
Thank you so much for requesting, sugar. I love this request, ugh Namjoon slayyyyssssssss meeeee!
OH MY GOD IM CRYING WHY IS HE SO CUTE OH MY LORD I NEED HELP WHY IS THIS BITCH SO FUCKING CUTE LIKE BITCH IM DYING FROM YOUR CUTENESS AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
He’s pounding into you, his strong arms on either side of your head. Your looking up at him, he is so beautiful. You were drawn to him the moment you first lay eyes on him. He wasn’t very affectionate with you, you thought at the start it was just nerves, but its been a year. Namjoon never looks at you during sex. Never. He always make sure you cum, but once hes done he cleans up and goes to sleep.
You never had let it get to you, but lately it has. Did he not like you? Was he not attracted to you? Some many thoughts ran through your head. Hes lolling his head back in pleasure, his moans making you come undone around him. Tightening around his cock, he empties his load into your tight pussy. Namjoon rides out both of your highs.
He climbs off the bed tossing you a towel, he walks into the bathroom. You get off the bed cleaning yourself off, putting on a fresh pair of panties and your night shirt. You climb under the covers, your limbs tired. Namjoon walks out of the bathroom in shorts and a tank top, he gets under the covers with you and turns his back on you.
A few minutes later you can hear his snores, knowing he went to sleep without saying a word kills you. You lay awake thinking of what you should do. It wasn’t healthy how you were feeling, you felt used. Of course Namjoon made you feel special, you loved being with him. He could always put a smile on your face, you just didn’t feel good enough for him. Did he just think of you as a really good friend hes fucking, but doesn’t want to be fucking?
Its getting to much for you, you get out of bed, you quickly pack you items you had in Namjoons draws, you get dressed and leave his apartment. It may not be the most logical thing you have ever done. Most people would talk to their significant other, but you would not. You chose the run away, not wanting to get hurt.
You arrive at you apartment, tired. You get into bed and just sleep, not caring your still wearing clothes. You close your eyes, letting sleep take you away from reality.
You glut awake, hearing your phone ringtone blare. You sit up in your bed trying to see where it was. You pick it up from under the covers. You had 10 miss calls from Namjoon and over a dozen messages. You scroll down through some of the messages.
‘Where did you go? I woke up and you were gone?’
‘Did you go to work?’
‘Did something happen? All your stuffs gone.’
‘Did I do something to upset you?’
‘Y/N. please answer my calls. I’m really worried.’
You feel bad for not even leaving a note of a text, you knew he would get worried. You send him a quick reply before getting into the shower.
You- ‘I’m fine, Namjoon. Do you have time today? Could we talk? I think we should talk.’
You know you intend to break it off with Namjoon. Not wanting to feel like he doesn’t love you, when you have fallen so deeply in love with him. You get out of the shower just throwing on an over sized t-shirt of Namjoon’s and pjama shorts. You brush your tangled hair and walk into the kitchen, your doorbell rings. Knowing it is Namjoon you take a deep breath and answer the door.
“What the fuck, Y/N? Why the fuck did you leave last night?” Namjoon burst throw your door as soon as you open it, slamming it behind him. You can see hes angry, its radiating off of him.
“We should talk.” You state, walking into the living room taking a seat of the single seater, so Namjoon has to sit on the other sofa. He does.
“What’s going on, Y/N?” Namjoon asks, his gaze focused on you. You look down at your hands, playing with your fingers.
“I-I think we should break up.” You say it so low, you don’t think he heard you. But he did, he was just speechless. You look up to see his eyes filling up with tears.
“I just don’t want to be in a relationship right now.” Namjoon stands up running his hands through his hair.
“That’s such bullshit! I knew you, I know when your lying and you’re fucking lying to me right now! I’m not leaving till you tell me the real reason you want to break up.” You neglected to remember that Namjoon could read you like a fucking book. You take a deep breath and decide to just tell him.
“ I, ugh this is so embarrassing. You never look at me during sex. You never have, why? Are you not attracted to me? Am I bad in bed? Why even be with me if you don’t even like me, it doesn’t make sense. I want to break, because I have already fell deeply in love with you and I don’t want to get hurt. There will be a time when you finally decide to leave me for someone that your actually attracted to. So if you don’t mind could you please leave, so I can cry by myself and listen to Adele. I will leave anything you have here to your apartment some time this week.” You can feel you eyes stinging with tears, you try to hold them back. You stand up, going to walk to the door, but Namjoon stops you.
“Are you fucking insane?” His hand his tightly wrapped around your wrist, hes towering over your small frame. His eyes boring into yours. You begin to cry, tears running down your cheeks.
“Namjoon, please just leave.” You sniffle out, your hands reaching up to cover your face from him. He pulls you down on to the sofa, he sits in front of you on the coffee table. Your legs are in between his, his holding you in place. His hands are rubbing soothing circles into you legs. Your hands still shielding your face from him.
“Y/N, please don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry and I hate that I’m the one that made you. I love you so fucking much, okay. I know I don’t show it a lot, but I do. So fucking much. I don’t look at you during sex, because I’m embarrassed.” Namjoon confesses.
“Why would you be embarrassed?” You mumble through your hands.
“I’m embarrassed, because my girlfriend is the most beautiful girl in the whole world, you’re so beautiful. I just don’t feel good enough for you. Look at Jimin and Jungkook, they both have amazing bodies, and I.. I don’t.” Namjoon looks down embarrassed. You tare your hands away from you face, you hit Namjoon on the arms twice hard. “What was that for?” He asks, rubbing his arm.
“Why are you such a fucking idiot? I love your body so much. You are probably the sexiest man on the planet. Your the only one who makes me so wet that I’m dripping down my legs, and that’s just from seeing you bend over in tight jeans.” You giggles, cupping his face. You kiss his nose. “ I love you and your sexy body, please don’t be embarrassed, it should be me. You’re way out of my league.”
“I love you, please don’t break up with me.” His strong arms lift you by your waist onto his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck, nuzzling your face into the crock of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent that drives you crazy.
“Only if you cuddle me for the rest of the day.” You squeeze him tighter, he does the same to you. He stands up with you in his arms walking to you room.
“Baby, I will never be letting you go. But we will be doing a lot more than cuddling tonight.” You giggle kissing the nape of his neck.
“I love you, baby.”
I am not okay, Nmajoon is trying to kill me with his being. I need jesus. I hope whom ever requested this, likes it.
Thank you for reading!
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