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Namjoon slows down his Mercedes AMG GT while the gate slowly opens for him. Despite his late arrival, the CEO rolls the window up and tilts his head to the guard in greeting.

"Good evening, sir."

"Hey, Mujin. Good evening to you, too. Has Mrs. Han taken her leave?"

The man in his 40s nodded his head. "Yes, sir. Assistant Park dismissed her earlier than usual." The man answered right away, unaware of the change on his boss' face.

"Thank you, but please refer to her name next time, alright?" Namjoon says. "She no longer works for me."

"Of course, sir."

"She's my girlfriend."

Mujin's eyes widen at his boss' confession.

"So, please, don't treat her any differently. This will be her home now."

"I apologize, sir. I will keep that in mind."

"Great. Have a good night." Namjoon smiles briefly and then proceeds down the parkway.

Turning off the car's engine, he reaches for his jacket on his headrest along with his work bag before he exits and shuts the door behind him.

On one hand, he grabs his phone to find no replies to the texts he sent almost an hour ago. He figured you'd been asleep by now, and the guilt he's currently feeling for promising to have dinner together ended with him coming back four hours later.

Truthfully, he had no idea his two meetings would be in two different cities outside of Seoul. One was an hour away in a secluded area, and the second one was almost two hours away. A meeting that should have taken no longer than an hour resulted in congested traffic flow, hence his late arrival.

'I'm so sorry, babe. The meeting is taking longer than expected. I don't think I can make it back on time.' He had texted beforehand as you were finishing up the last dish you had prepared.

And as understanding as you were, you replied and reassured him that it was fine.

'It's okay. What time do you think you'll be home?'

'Are you sure you're fine waiting? Traffic is crazy but we're finishing it up.'

'That's okay, I'll wait.'

That was at seven in the evening. It was now past midnight.

When Namjoon took his work shoes off at the door beside your sneakers, he was met with total darkness. The only light was coming from the all-glass wall leading to the backyard. The moon cast a looming shadow over his figure as he swiftly carried himself towards the lighted staircase and in the direction of his master bedroom.

As expected, it's dead silent when he pushes open the wooden Mahogany. His steps are light in contrast to the heavy breaths in the bedroom. Setting his bag over the sofa chair in the corner of his room along with his suit jacket and car keys, he avoids making noise for fear of disturbing your sleep.

Despite his drained energy and aching body from sitting all day long, a small smile manages to paint his features. His mono-lids crinkled at the corners as he watched your small body in the middle of the giant bed. The warm feeling that surrounds him is indescribable.

He's struggling to keep up with his own breathing as he steadies to watch your chest heave up and down.

Namjoon breaks out into a full grin when he realizes how creepy he must look with him standing in the middle of the room. He is intently staring at half of your face covered in his thick duvet.

He's too caught up in his world and he doesn't notice your body jerking as if it senses another presence in the room.

Your grip on the sheets tightens as you prop your head up on the pillows. "Joon? Is that you?" You jolt him, and he almost curses at himself for waking you.

"Y-yeah, hi. It's me." He whispers although he's sure you've woken up in your sleep and won't be able to fall asleep soon.

"You just got home?" Your voice is raspy as you turn your body and blindly latch your fingers on the night lamp.

"Yeah."

In a bid to rub off the weariness in your eyes, you blink your eyes. "You should have woken me right away. How long have you been standing there?"

Namjoon nervously chuckles under his breath when he sees you in your night slip, though he's doing his best not to look. It's inevitable when you're constantly thrashing the duvet off your legs and the flimsy material hikes up.

Dragging his heavy feet across the room, he finally reached you and plopped his knee on the mattress so he could wrap your lips in his.

Caught in surprise, you place your hands on his broad shoulders and let him sink his tongue into yours as his thumb skims your jaw and neck. You can tell he is cautious with his touch, careful not to touch further past your collarbone.

It lasted for about a minute before you coaxed him away.

"Have you eaten?" You ask right away. "The food is still there. It just needs to be warmed up."

His features soften with guilt. "I'm sorry, babe. I know I said we'd eat together and watch a movie."

"It's alright, Joon. Don't worry about it." You massage his shoulders seeing how tense he is. A smile spreads across your lips as his eyes shut and he tilts his head back.

"This is amazing. . ." Namjoon sighed, his fingers unbuttoning his black dress shirt. His eyes are still closed, but he manages to finish the task expertly. He removes his shirt and your gaze is shamefully drawn to his bulging muscles.

His abs are even more defined by the shadows cast over his torso.

"It is," you hum absentmindedly.

Namjoon smirks lazily when he opens his eyes and notices you biting your lips.

"Mhm, you're enjoying this too much, aren't you?" Namjoon rolls his shoulders back and your palms follow the movement. Your eyes, however, are elsewhere.

"You're welcome," you mutter, looking up to find him gleaming at your actions.

With his arms behind him, Namjoon leans forward to give a kiss on your jawline. Then, he pulls back to look you in the eye before he moves back to attack the side of your face with an open-mouthed kiss.

"What'd you do all day, hm? Unpack?" Namjoon asks, his mind wandering back to the empty boxes stacked systematically at the bottom of the stairs.

Of course, Namjoon hasn't forgotten how clean and organized you are compared to him. That was one of your strengths he knew he lacked. Your care for him and everything you did for him made him feel less burdened somehow.

You always preferred to plan every aspect of a task. Even when it came to trips and daily routines, you never failed to follow them. And that made everything easier for you. The more prepared you were, the better you felt, and the less anxious you got.

"I ate with Mrs. Han before she left but I can eat with you if you want?"

He clicks his tongue. "M'kay, wait up for me downstairs? I'll quickly change out of this."

You agree, getting up from the cocoon you've made with all the pillows he has. You honestly couldn't believe Namjoon would have more pillows than you— four long-body ones and three king-sized ones. Although it does make more sense to have because the mattress was nothing like anything you have ever seen before.

It was the same size as your old bathroom. Literally. Not to mention that it was the plushiest, softest thing to ever grace your back. You were out the minute you laid it on. This was probably the most enjoyable four-hour nap you've ever had, and it physically hurt to get up afterwards.

Namjoon could see how attached you've become to his nook of comfort space, making it obvious to pout and sigh as you strode off out of the room.

"Sorry, love. I'll make it up to you later." He had called out behind you but you were already walking down the stairs with your bare feet. You were too out of it to remember your house slippers and regret came later when you felt the cold tiles beneath your toes.

Still, you reached the dim kitchen, turning the lights back on behind the refrigerator wall.

Soon enough, you were sitting on the kitchen stool in the middle of the island, your eyes alive more than ever as you listened to him talk about his day at the office.

With your chin propped up on your knees, you gaze at him with a sheepish grin.

"It's like everyone's been slacking ever since you left," Namjoon says, emptying the last bite of his pasta. Just like in the old days.

"Can you blame them, though?" Your lips pull into a cocky smirk. "You're not the only one used to having me around. I'd like to say I'm very likable."

Namjoon's cheeks are hollow and display the familiar dimples you love so much. "You aren't wrong," he smothers. "I've always liked that about you."

You make a gurgling sound in your throat, unable to remain unfazed by how he's showering you with compliments. You can feel a blush rising to your cheeks as you stifle a delighted laugh, "Stop bullshitting."

"I am not!" He defends, wiping the side of his mouth with a clean cloth as his tone lowers along with his gaze on you. "I'm just saying. And I won't stop saying how much I appreciate you now that you're officially mine."

A sudden flush comes over you, and your skin feels scorching and the air doesn't feel as cold.

You look at the clock on the wall behind him as you set the empty plates aside, breaking his intense gaze. "It's nearly three."

While you are rounding the island to take his plates, you mention, "We've got work tomorrow." Namjoon traps you between his spread legs, denying you any chance of escape. A gray sweatshirt is all he has on.

And no fucking shirt on. You wonder if this is how he is when he's alone in the house by himself or if the cold air-conditioning even affects him.

Probably not. But the entire house is too chilly and you need to bring it up now, or else you can simply wear the hoodies he has that are way too oversized for your frame. Or you can wear socks when going to bed.

The latter sounds like torture, though. You hate wearing socks to bed. It should be a crime. It's like wearing a towel in the shower; neither should be an option.

"Joon, c'mon." You mumble against his neck as he is a few inches in elevation. "Let's go to bed."

He places his chin on your head and wraps his arms around your neck lovingly as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo.

"Whose body wash did you use?" He asks with a hint of amusement in his deep, raspy timbre.

You shrug halfheartedly. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Or his pockets. So, you mumble back a quick, "Mines, who else's?"

There's no way he's mistaken. The man never switches out any of his products. Plus, he knows what you smell like and it's definitely not musk, Cypress, or Eucalyptus.

The menthol-centered fragrance is very strong but cool, herbal, and soothing. It's a great scent for hot, muggy summer days, so he never reaches for it during this time of the year.

Though he doesn't know why you're using it, he prefers your addictive smell - fresh laundry and soap. In a way, the smell energizes him, uplifts him, and gives him a sense of serenity.

Besides your small mistake of forgetting to bring your gel wash, you love the smell of Namjoon's aftershave.

"Liar, liar, panties on fire."

You snorted.

"I'm pretty sure that's not how it goes, babe."

Humming into your silky hair, he pushes out of his chair and pulls you even closer as if that was even possible. You both giggle softly after putting the dishes away and bringing half a gallon of water as you walk up the stairs, still wrapped up in each other's embrace.

The little flutters swirl in your stomach whenever Namjoon sniffs the smell of your hair. And the little thing he does with the tip of his nose when he decides to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

He pushes the door with his hip, ushering you in first as he turns the lights off, leaving only the nightlights behind his headboard.

"Which side do you want to take?" He asks, pointing his lips in the direction of the bed.

"What side do you sleep on?"

"Don't have one." He simply answered, "Can't stay still throughout the night, though. I usually have to raise my leg on a pillow."

"Well, we're going to have to change that."

"Whatever you want," he says, letting you wander to the side of the window.

"I'll take this side then. Is that fine with you?"

Wordlessly, he agrees and doesn't question your choice. Namjoon tucks himself beneath the sheets after you and the room fades into darkness. You inch your body closer to his side and his arms welcome you. One of his arms is tucked beneath your pillow while the other hangs lowly around your waist.

You let out a satisfied moan and let your heavy lids close, pressing your left cheek against the lower part of his pecs.

"What time does work start for you tomorrow?" His scratchy but attractive voice slowly lulls you to sleep. "I want to drop you off at the firm."

"Seven." You quietly answer. "It's too early, though. You don't come in till later."

"I'll be up before that," he tells you firmly.

You don't argue with him. Instead, you recall what your new boss emailed you this morning. "Mr. Bang called me in for an early briefing."

"Is something big coming?"

"Not sure yet." You say, your voice beginning to betray you with dullness. "Hopefully something exciting so I can finally get on the field."

Namjoon pulls you close and tangles his legs with yours.

"I can't wait to see you in your uniform, Miss Attorney." He muses, watching your lashes splay against the top of your cheeks.

"And maybe take it off me, too?" You added cheekily.

Namjoon feigns innocence. As if he wasn't thinking of the same thing in the back of his mind, but he knew he had to refrain from being too raunchy with you.

He never knows when you're in the mood because most of the time, it's him making the first move. Him telling you how much he needs you. And you know how needy he gets especially when you don't see each other for the whole day.

Maybe this is his punishment, he thought.

It's his punishment for only admitting now to his feelings for you. Perhaps it's also his punishment to limit the sex.

Either way, a little action is better than none.

Namjoon argues that intimacy is best shared with you. It's been almost two years since he last got intimate with someone other than you, and it's safe to say that he will always favor quality over quantity.

Always.

"Will you still be a minx tomorrow?"

In the darkness, Namjoon's eyes spark with mischief and amusement, his tongue poking through the inside of his cheek, your words having too much effect on his body. "I'm too sleepy to act on anything."

God, he's just a man.

A man you oh-so-love.

"Mhm, maybe," you lift your head from the fresh pillows, murmuring against his lips.

"I guess you'll find out later."

✧ ✦ ✧

"Baby, wake up, it's almost six."

Your boyfriend's baritone drums in your ears as you turn away from his chest and instead bury your head underneath the mountains of pillows around you.

"C'mon, I don't want you to be late for work." He reasons and the irritation you're feeling doesn't seem to rub off on him.

Is he always this proactive in the morning?

You don't remember Kim Namjoon being an early bird, that's for certain.

"You need to be punctual," he suggested.

You were almost starting to regret the idea of living with another person, especially if that person wouldn't stop caressing your arms to shake you out of it. He hasn't yet discovered that any minor inconvenience in your sleep results in grumpiness and an unpleasant mood throughout the day. Although the curtains blacked out any other source of light outside, the noise still bothered you.

"I am breaking up with you." You snarl, threatening him with a flick of your middle finger into the air.

You hear him gasp and alas, you feel a bit better knowing you've punctured his heart. Figuratively, of course.

"How dare you give me attitude," he sings out dramatically and without warning, wrapping his arms around your torso to force you up against his body.

"What the—" You grunt at the sudden action which causes the cool air to run along your exposed legs and arms.

He's about to open his mouth to speak but your eyes are already widening when you feel something stiff poking your inner thighs.

"Are you hard?"

He almost pouted in order to explain himself to you. "I'm sorry, it's not something I can control."

All the uneasy feelings you felt just a second ago vanish when you see the frustration in his gaze. His eyes are all puffy and glossy, considering you both only slept for four hours.

Without much doubt in his words, you pull him in for a peck on the lips and lay back down to your side, forcing yourself out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

You paddle across the room and Namjoon watches you rush into the bathroom. Pouring the mouthwash you found in his sink and simultaneously gurgling it around your mouth before you make your way back into his bed.

Turning onto your side to face Namjoon as he retrieves his hand, chuckling at the evident weariness on your face. He finally realizes what you're about to do and he grabs your hands.

"Babe, what are you doing?"

"To make you feel better," he said, tossing your right leg over his thighs while ignoring the wetness between your legs. "Just sit back."

Lowering your face down and getting into a comfortable position on his lap, your fingers lace around the hem of his sweats to pull it down. However, you don't get any further than that as Namjoon begins to gently pull you back up.

"You don't have to do that," he tells you, although your expression is laced with confusion when you meet his eyes.

"I thought you wanted to?"

"Of course, I do. You know I do." He says despite the pain of blood rushing down his lower half. "But I want to make it up to you."

"You haven't forgotten about that?"

"I'm a man of my word," Namjoon kisses your earlobe as his hands snake around your tiny waist. "Now, bend over." The simple request rolls effortlessly from his mouth.

Your eyebrows raise as you look at him confusedly.

Maybe you're not quite understanding what he wants. The sun was barely setting and you hadn't gotten enough sleep.

A large hand decorates your neck as he says, "Y/N, love." Something flickers in his gaze, a recognition of his once-said words as he stares you down amusingly. "Bend over. I want to eat you out."

Your hands touch the warm skin on his buff chest as he edges you to feel him now that you have the freedom to touch him.

Controlling yourself, you focus on his eyes instead while a pleasant sensation swirls in the pit of your stomach.

You switch your gaze to the tiny alarm clock on his nightstand and he follows your eyes patiently.

"Right now? I should be getting ready." You say teasingly, knowing how much suffering you're putting him through by not giving in to his demands right away.

Even though you want this as badly as he does. Fuck. Getting eaten out in the morning? No crack can beat that, especially when you're both sleep-deprived.

It's dangerous.

You might not know how to behave yourself for the rest of the day knowing how his mouth feels on your cunt.

You mimic the tiny smirk on his inviting lips. "You want to eat me out that badly?"

He doesn't even try to hide his lust for you as he admits, "You're my favorite taste, what can I say?"

All the teasing and provocation are what makes your body heat up. It's nearly impossible not to squeeze your legs together as a wave of arousal washes through you.

You sit upright and cringe when the stickiness coats your underwear. Releasing a nervous chuckle, you stare down at your flimsy nightwear.

"You've convinced me."

"Leave that on," he suggests. "I love it on you."

Abruptly, Namjoon leans down and places his hands on your lower back as he squeezes your sides, inching his face closer to yours. His nose briefly touches yours and you're embarrassed at how quickly you've prepared for the kiss.

However, the kiss never comes and Namjoon decides to play with you for a while, nudging his nose against yours before he opens his dirty mouth again.

"Netflix?"

You realize what he's trying to do.

"The Office."

Oh.

In no time, the familiar theme song buzzes in the background. You've arched your back in front of him as he pulls your ass even closer to his face.

"Five." You moan against the tangled sheets as you feel the first touch of his mouth on your clothed core.

"Five what?" His hot breath fans between your thighs and you shudder, your hands grabbing the edge of his mattress before he pushes you down onto his face.

"Orgasms?"

You feel him press a feathery kiss along your inner thighs and he takes his time making you feel comfortable in your position and ensuring you don't get cramps.

"No, idiot," you replied smartly, steadying your breathing as his mouth lingers at your entrance. "Five minutes."

Namjoon smirks at your skin, his head comfortably tilted against the foam in his headrest. Above is a wide mirror and you catch a glimpse of your bare cunt when he skillfully slides the lace down your long, tanned legs.

"Give me an entire episode." He negotiates. "Twenty minutes. Can you take it?"

The feel of his tongue between your folds causes your breath to hitch. "Shit—" The second kitten licks? Makes your whole body jerk. The third suction on your clit? Makes you moan out loud and drowns Chandler's voice through the walls in his bedroom.

With time, the lewd sounds of your arousal and spit increased in intensity, your toes and nails curling with his tongue motion. "Oh, God," you muttered breathlessly.

With heavy pants, you turn your head to the side to look at him and the mess he's created with your swollen hole. His eyes never leave your face as he reciprocates your heavy gaze.

"I missed this."

He silently hums against your mound the entire time your face contorts with the pleasure he's giving you right in front of him.

Namjoon flattens his tongue up and down your entrance as if you were the finest meal he'd devour for the rest of the day, even though he has seen you naked more than any of the men you've been before. He grips you by the back of your thighs, keeping his hands on your ass as he squeezes and induces another breathless moan.

He makes you feel special the way he groans and whines with his mouth latching on to you. "Fuck, yes!" Your eyes instantly close when he pushes his tongue into your tight hole and you squirm and push your ass closer to his face.

"Oh—"

The first orgasm is powerful. Leaves you gasping, both from the shock and the indescribable feeling of Namjoon's mouth on you. The tip of his nose pokes your clit, tongue gathering the wetness before his mouth starts to move again. You feel pleasure beyond belief, and his touch sends sparks of electricity coursing through your veins, leaving you feeling overwhelmed and yet, wanting more.

The second has you both panting for air. Cunt red and angry. And so are his lips.

The third takes on more energy than the previous two. Has you begging for oxygen. His lips are starting to feel numb and your cunt is swollen from how hard he's eating you.

On the fourth, your back arches and you move on your own. You start to grind your hips against his face while your knuckles turn white from how hard you're gripping his sheets. His grunts of pleasure and yours in response fuel your every movement. Feeling the friction between his lips almost makes you salivate, and as if pulled in by an invisible force, you close your eyes to savor the moment.

"Joon, I... Can't-" Your breaths turn into moans as you struggle to swallow.

"Yes, you can, love." He encourages, "Let it all out for me."

Your body tenses, barely comprehending what's happening around you beyond the confines of his bedroom. You hope Mrs. Han hasn't started her day early, but the worry is long forgotten. Instead, you wait for the sudden snap of the knot that's been sitting in the pit of your stomach.

It's getting difficult to breathe as your body moves back and forth to accommodate his needy mouth. When you attempt to pull away, his face automatically chases your movement and he cages his biceps around the back of your thighs to keep you still.

The worry of being late for work is battling with you trying to catch your fifth orgasm.

"I'm gonna—"

Before any complaints could make it into the thick air, Namjoon gently pulls you up from the edge of the bed. He doesn't care to wipe his face as he grabs you by the back of your neck and kisses you harshly.

The lace underwear that's been discarded on his nightstand is damp. When you thought it was over, he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He savors you on his tongue as the taste of your arousal completely overpowers the taste of his mouthwash.

"You did so well, love." He leans his forehead against yours and hums into the kiss, detaching your lips despite your whining.

"Good morning," he murmurs, mouth and chin covered in your cum. As if he could read your mind, he chuckles raspily as he gently shakes his head.

"You said twenty minutes," you repeat his words from earlier, which makes him laugh again. "That was only six."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to walk after."

"Don't be so cocky."

I honestly didn't plan to write the last part of them together but I just went with the flow. I don't really have a plot when writing, I just have an idea in my head and what I want to put out and somehow, it just leads to a different path.

I am not the type to write multiple draft and versions when I'm writing because I feel like it's a waste of ideas and creativity, so what I put out are the original drafts with flaws and all.

Nonetheless, I hope you guys liked this chapter. Don't forget to vote and comment! See you next chapter <3