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Usually, Namjoon and I don‘t fight. Especially not when he is about to leave for another tour. We both always cancel our plans for the weekend before he actually leaves, so we are able to spend some time together. Well, this time, we got into a huge fight and it does not look like either one of us is going to apologize. We both are extremely stubborn but if I have to be honest, I am in the right here. I deeply know that this man is stressed out as fuck and that he has so much pressure on him. I am always the girlfriend that supports him whatever he does. Why shouldn’t I? He told me everything about his career when we started dating and I still went on with him, of course I have to accept everything that comes with it. I had the chance to leave, so it is my fault that I have a boyfriend with this unique. Not wanting to sound like he‘s a problem, I love him deeply.
On the other hand, he had so much stress these weeks prior that it started to fade onto me. The air between us was heated and I couldn’t bear too much time with him. The stress started to built up until everything collapsed. This man fucking snapped like he never did before. He had the nerve to tell me that I don’t support him. He said that I do nothing to make things easier for him and that I am full of myself. These things of course hit me very hard, moreover because I actually do support him. He indeed is wrong! I always try to understand that he is coming home late because he‘s finishing songs or trying to perfect the choreography. I even cook for him although I know we end up not eating or sleeping together. Also, I am not even jealous! I always try to give him his freedom and stay quiet although every fucking woman is practically drooling over my man. I understand, because he‘s a fucking idol. I am doing my literal best to help and understand him and this bitch dared to say those cruel things and acted like I don’t do shit around here. I should be the one muttering a word! Coming short with his affection, we’re not even able to go on normal dates because he would be recognized immediately. I actually moved in with him to get some time with him, but I end up not getting any of his time!
Since the huge fight we had earlier this weekend I spend most of our time in the apartment while he is out with his friends. It irritates me that we don’t share time together before he leaves. We even both tried to not cross paths during the whole weekend. It’s already Sunday evening and he has to leave in a few hours, early in the morning. It feels like I won’t be able see him before he leaves for half a fucking year.
Sighing quietly, I stood up and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Although I don’t want him to leave when we have a fight, especially not for a tour, I also don’t want to apologize because I don’t see myself in the wrong.
After being finished and silently closing the bathroom door behind me, the sound of the front door closing echoed through the hallway. Peaking around the corner I saw Namjoon removing his shoes and letting them sit messily in a corner. I just watched him walking right past me and plopping himself on the couch. He didn’t even glance at me. Looking at him, I saw him crossing his legs while his right arm was laying on the backrest on the couch. He was typing on his phone. The lightness of the screen made me able to actually analyze his features. He looked irritated and it made me sad, but again, it was not my fault.
Shrugging him off, I made my way to our shared room. He stayed in the guestroom the past days, but I think he wants to get enough rest before he leaves so I guess he will be joining me tonight. Him acting like I wasn’t there made me furious. I intended to apologize to him but seeing him acting like that cancelled my plans without a second thought. After closing the door right behind me I sat on the bed, lifted my sheets and snuggled under them.
Trying to calm down, I heard heavy stomps from the hallway. The door swung open, hit the wall and closed with a loud thud. Sitting up straight with a scared scream I saw the man standing in the middle of the room, still not looking at me. I can tell that he is waiting for me to say something, but I won’t fulfill his wish. Laying down again but still being able to see him, I caught him unbuttoning his shirt. I could just tell from his movements, he wasn’t facing me at all, just like he’s trying to ignore me. He’s still very attractive from the back. Watching every movements while being able to drool over those broad shoulders was the only thing I could get from him today. He finally turned to me but wasn’t looking at me at all. He’s doing it on purpose. I found him lacking when his eyes met mine while he was putting his jewelry away. We just stared at each other and both of our frowns got angrier as time passed.
Ont thing led to another and I found myself standing in front of him and ourselves screaming and fighting again. I had enough of this yelling and angry, but also disappointed tears started to build up and stream down my face, purely out of frustration that he does not understand my point in this fight. Namjoon on the other hand balled his hands into fists, his knuckles already turning white. He was breathing heavily to not snap at me again.
“Why don’t you just see that I am right, Y/N? I feel like you don’t support me at all right now and we’re not even spending any time together!”
“It is not my fault, Namjoon! I am trying my best around here and you don’t even acknowledge it! This is so fucking stupid, I was trying to spend time with you but you just fucking snapped at me like a little bitch!”, I yelled, letting my arms throw themselves down in disbelief.
We both stared at each other with this frown but none of us was breaking the eye contact. The air was getting tense and I felt like I was going to snap again every moment. Namjoon took a big step right into my direction, grabbed me by the neck and smashed his lips angrily on mine. Still being loaded like hell, I return the kiss just as angry as he does. His big hands went straight to my ass, massaging it over my robe. Groping each other’s bodies, I forcefully slipped my tongue in his mouth which got me a growl from him as a reaction. As I put my arm around his neck, leading us to get closer, he pulled me harshly against his chest and let me feel his stone hard boner through his pants. Sliding my hand from his shoulders, over his neck to the back of his head, I pulled on his hair. The only reaction I got was him lifting me and let us both plop onto the bed. Not stopping the kiss, I started to desperately grinding my already wet pussy on his erection which led us to groan into each other’s mouth.
He pulled away but ordered me to undress myself. While watching him but still being mad, I chose not to undress myself. He wasn’t getting me that easily today after these stressful days! Watching him undressing himself rather fast, I wasn’t even able to analyze him when he went in and aggressively flipped me over by my waist. He smacked my ass like I never felt before to which I shrieked.
“I said fucking strip!” He said harshly. His voice had this undertone which just made me obey. I removed my clothes right away and after being finished I felt a hand pressuring at the back of my head. Whilst pushin my face down into the pillow, he was already lining up his throbbing cock with my pussy. I, in fact, was a little scared. Not because I wasn’t wet enough, just because it has been a while since we actually had sex. Still holding me down, he slammed his cock right into my pussy without showing any mercy. I wanted to throw my head back and scream but his hand was blocking me from doing so and I was only able to let out some muffled screams due to the pillow. As he got a hold of my hips with both of his hands, Namjoon pressed himself against me and started to thrust. I was moaning like a little bitch when he was leaning in, coming up my ear and growling: “You like that, huh? Tell me how much you missed me pleasuring you like this, sweetheart.”. I am not able to answer him due to him fucking my brain out of my head, so he was only hearing my moans. Hearing no answer, he again smacked my ass with full force which made me scream in pleasure. I was holding myself up on my elbows as I felt Namjoon grabbing my left boob. He started to massage it and pinch my already sensitive nipple whilst thrusting into me like crazy. Namjoon started to kiss down my spine which made me hiss. “I still hate you, asshole.”, as I said that, he grabbed my throat from behind and pulled me up to his chest whilst continuing to slam his stone hard boner into me. Slightly choking you made you hiss out and groan. “You want to repeat yourself? I think I didn’t catch what you tried to say.”, he said while I could hear his smirk from only the way he spoke. I wasn’t able to answer, I was too pleasured at the moment. “Oh, so I guess you can’t say it now. So helpless craving my dick, I see.”, he said while silently chuckling after. That made me week in the knees and I had to grab onto Namjoons arms like my life depended on it. Namjoon let out a loud moan when he felt me clenching tightly around his dick. Feeling the knot build up in my abdomen and my orgasm slowly approaching, he still gave no sign of mercy and kept shattering his hips on mine. While screaming his name, grabbing the back of his neck and arching my back, he slipped his hands down my stomach just right to my clit starting to rub it. Starting to uncontrollably twitch and moaning, his thrusts were also getting uncontrollable.
Before cumming all over him, I moaned his name like I never did before as I collapsed onto the bed as waves of pleasure rolled over me. I felt Namjoon cumming as well as I clenched around him like hell. He collapsed right over me, resting his head onto my shoulder. His dick twitched and started to soft.
“Just don’t leave me Y/N, no matter how hard we fight.”, he whispers as he started to kiss my shoulder and neck. He lifted himself up and pulled out.
I took the chance to turn around and welcome him into my arms, which he gladly accepted. He hid in my neck, feeling his breath I let my hands slide into his soft hair. “I love you, Namjoon. I would never leave you. Just don’t make me feel like I’m the worst girlfriend to ever exist.” He chuckled at my answer, and I felt him kissing my neck before he lifted the sheets over our naked bodies. “I wont ever do that again, I am deeply sorry!”, he said as I started to massage the back of his head and we both slowly drift off to sleep.