Sweat-Induced

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Warnings:

Slight sexual content

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It really shouldn't have been a problem. You being home during winter vacation. That's all you've been looking forward to for weeks now. Desperate for a break.

You would finally be able to do the one thing you never seemed to have the time for.

Write.

No, you didn't have any ideas, but you had been so sure that you'd come up with something while away from work. There would be no distractions. No stress. Just you and your laptop and a couple glasses of wine.

But you haven't made any progress. You've typed out words, formed phrases and sentences, only to hate and delete them the second you go back to edit it. Nothing seems to be working. You're growing frustrated.

Glancing at the digital clock on the wall across from your place on the couch, you realize Namjoon, your roommate, will be coming home any minute now. You would no longer be alone and able to focus wholeheartedly on writing.

Namjoon is your biggest distraction.

You've never seen a more ethereal man.

Everytime he smiled, those dimples caving into his sandy colored skin, a sudden wave of heart and stomach flutters came rushing in. His brown eyes would become incandescent, lighting up in the most beautiful of crescents, and framing his strong jaw and button nose is long, dark hair that curls slightly away from his face.

You have the biggest crush on him, which kind of sucks despite how giddy he makes you feel because you're pretty sure those feelings aren't reciprocated.

"Hey, I'm home."

Just the sound of his voice makes your heart begin to race.

You hear the keys land on the console beside the front door before seeing Namjoon come into the living room, freezing in place on sight.

Oh, god.

In a fitted white tee and black shorts that hit right above the knee, Namjoon's skin is sheened in sweat. You see drops trickle down his neck, glistening under the light before soaking into the collar of his shirt.

He runs his hands through his hair, which is noticably damp, and makes it even more of a mess, but it doesn't matter. The way it falls against his face only makes him hellishly attractive.

You quickly look away before you're definitely caught staring, but it's too late.

A corner of his lips twitch before feigning ignorance as he purposefully sits on the floor beside you. He knows better than to get his sweat all over the couch. The clothes he could wash.

Audibly sighing, Namjoon leans towards you, getting a better glimpse of your laptop and the blank document that's opened. "I thought you said you were writing."

You can tell he's genuinely curious, even if his motives aren't as innocent.

"I'm trying but it's not coming out the way I want it to."

Namjoon tears his gaze from the screen to look up at you. "What's this chapter supposed to be about?"

You're already having trouble concentrating as is, and the way his eyes are on you makes you nervous. "Well, in this specific scene, there's a misunderstanding between the villain and the hero's sidekick. I'm struggling mainly with their banter."

"Well, are they actually arguing or is it more on the playful side?"

You think for a moment before answering, "Mostly playful."

"Just have them flirt with each other."

"They don't need to flirt to be playful," you say with a roll of your eyes.

"No, but it fills in the space, and you can hint to your readers that there's a spark there for when they get together."

Your eyes widen, taken aback by his reply. You never told him that there would be romance between the villain and sidekick.

"Did you," you pause carefully, knowing what your next words will imply, "Did you read my outline?"

Namjoon nods without any hesitation. "Yeah, I did, and I think it's great, but I'm going to be honest with you. Your character's dialogue comes off very... standoffish."

To say you're appalled would be an understatement. "Really?"

"Yeah, it sounds unnatural. Almost as if you're forcing it."

You gulp. "It does? But-"

Your roommate's lopsided grin immediately cuts you off. It kind of feels as if he's one the hovering, and you're the one sitting at the base of the couch.

"Let me help you," Namjoon offers. "I can be your beta reader and give you feedback in real time."

His breath hits your thigh, and you're sure he can see the way your skin tingles in anticipation.

"To start," he continues, "you've got to be able to show that they have chemistry. Now, that doesn't mean they have to get along. Which in your case, is what you want as they constantly bicker with each other. It'll be kind of like... tug-of-war.

"They tease each other," Namjoon's eyes trail up your legs, traveling the length of your body, before resting on your face.

His dark eyes meet yours, tongue grazing his bottom lip, with his next words.

"They pull each other to the edge, neither loosening their grip, until one of them decidedly gives in."

Your breath hitches when you feel his hand suddenly brush against yours.

"Then all those feelings that they've been hiding behind all that banter doesn't seem so meaningless anymore."

You blink at him, sensing he's not really referring to your writing. "Namjoon, what are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying...," he takes a deep breath, "That I'm giving in."

"To what?"

You think you know the answer, but you want to hear him say it. Just to be sure it's not all in your head, and that he's truly countering the assumption you have on how he feels about you.

"Admitting that I like you, doofus."

That's not exactly how you were hoping his confession would go. You pull your hand away from his with a scoff.

"You don't have to say it like that, smartass," you shoot back. "Insulting me and then confessing?"

Namjoon laughs, amused by your reply. "After the blatant disrespect from you when I got home, you owed me."

"The disrespect?"

"Yeah, the eye fucking."

"How do you expect me not to when you look like that?!"

It comes out much quicker than your brain can process the words.

He intently stares at you for a moment, weighing your remark, while you sit there flustered. Maybe you shouldn't have said that.

In one fluid motion, he moves your laptop to the coffee table.

"That's no excuse." He stands, briefly breaking your gaze before his eyes devishly return to yours. "The only thing to blame is your lack of self-control. But, to tell you the truth, you sitting here, looking up at me so doe-eyed, is driving me crazy too."

He slowly lifts a hand to caress your face, giving you more than enough time to stop him if you wanted, but you don't. You let him brush his thumb across your cheek as he tilts your head up ever so slightly.

Your body thrums in response, reveling in his touch.

"If you don't stop me, I'm going to kiss you," he says in a breathless whisper, placing his free hand on the back of the couch beside you for support as he leans downward.

He takes his time, making sure that this is what you want too.

Then his lips graze yours, tentative but certain. You sigh, close your eyes, and meet him the rest of the way. It's just a peck at first, both of you reeling the moment in, until Namjoon parts his lips and gives you a firm kiss.

God, does it feel nice.

His lips are soft, each kiss as lovely as the first. You don't know how long you sit there until Namjoon groans and breaks away.

You've never heard him make such a guttural sound, but a warmth pools inside of you.

You open your eyes and look up at him in a haze. He has this look, like he's fighting with himself to not go any further.

He has a lot more self-control than you do, because you stand and latch your lips back on his. You don't kiss for long as he takes a step back.

"Baby, wait."

You freeze in place as the petname easily rolls off his tongue.

Then it's like something in you snaps. You close the space between you and Namjoon, backing him up until you've cornered him to a wall.

Well, this is certainly new territory for him.

"Or don't." He quirks an eyebrow.

A part of him doesn't mind this at all.

Bodies almost pressed together, you can clearly make out his glowy skin, where the sweat from his workout has yet to dry.

"Did you do any cardio today?" You mindlessly ask.

"No," he answers. You can hear the smile in his voice.

"Do you want to?"

There's a beat of a silence. Your eyes roam up the expanse of his chest, meeting his hooded gaze.

"Do you?" He throws the question back at you.

You don't say anything. Instead, you kiss him in response. That would be a solid yes.

It takes him a fraction of a second to return the favor, running a hand up your left arm to hook around your neck, thumb grazing your ear.

The other glides down a side and cups your ass, pulling you impossibly closer. Your hips surge into his.

"Oh, fuck."

A moan escapes. You can't tell if it's from you or him or both. You're too caught up in the feeling of his fingers that start kneading your flesh. The heat that builds from it is euphoric.

It's ticklish in the most pleasant way.

You lose all sense of control, removing your hands from off the wall to run through Namjoon's dark, wispy hair, tugging at it gently just as his tongue licks your bottom lip. You let him in, meeting his with your own.

He tastes of blue raspberry, the energy drink he must've had minutes before he went to the gym. You're not complaining, though you're starting to regret eating bacon that morning.

Namjoon must not care.

He seizes the opportunity, finally free from being caged in by your arms, and turns you around, this time pushing you against the wall.

You gasp, losing your grip on him.

His tongue slips further into your mouth, hands tight on your waist. As you try to kiss back with urgence, he thumbs the band to your leggings, which you wear more for comfort than you do to exercise in.

You feel his fingers hot against your skin, a thrill rushing up your spine. You suddenly feel out of breath and break apart, your chest heaving up and down.

"Baby, you're sure you want this?" Namjoon tenderly presses his forehead to yours, also trying to catch his breath.

Your heart warms at his thoughtfulness, even if you are the one who initially asked.

"I'm sure, Joon," you exhale.

He cups your face, bringing your lips to his in a chaste kiss. It's a whole lot different than what you've been doing until then, but you enjoy it just the same.

He bends his knees slightly, grips your thighs, and with ease, lifts you up to wrap your legs around his hips.

His hair is damp once again and matted to his face. Using your fingers, you comb it back and immediately regret doing so when he looks up at you with flushed cheeks.

He loves having his hair played with, you note. As he carries you to his bathroom, you continue brushing your fingers through it.

Once he's reaches it, he carefully sets you down on the counter by the sink, standing in between your legs with a nudge. He glides his hands slowly up your thighs, loving the way it makes you shiver even when it's not skin-to-skin contact.

He traces your hips, teasing you as he slips his fingers underneath your t-shirt. Every part he explores is left behind in goosebumps. The further he goes up, the more your breath trembles.

The second his fingers reach your bra, the air gets caught in your throat. He pulls away, and you whine at the loss of his warmth.

"I seem to be the one doing all the work, baby." Namjoon flicks his eyes to yours. "That's a bit selfish of you."

You cross your arms below your chest, grabbing the hem of your shirt, and pulling it over your head.

There's a sharp inhale. His eyes travel up the length of your torso, settling on your breasts barely covered by a simple, grey bra. Even through the thick fabric, he can see your hardened nipples.

He licks his lips, and it does wonders for your pride, knowing just how much it affects him.

In that one look, you can tell this isn't what he meant. He wants your hands on him, touching him, like he'd been doing to you.

Unfortunately for Namjoon, you're a bit petty. He teased you. Now, you're going to tease him.

Your shirt lands somewhere on the floor as you guide Namjoon's lips to yours. He meets you more than halfway, but you kiss him only once, running a hand up his neck and into his hairline to tug at it harshly.

He jerks back with a strained sigh. "You're not going to take this easy on me, are you?"

You breathe out a smile and shake your head. Though he gives you an annoyed look, the tent forming in his shorts let you know he's actually enjoying it. You loosen your hold on him, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, tapping the soft fabric he's still wearing.

"Take it off." Pulling away, you give him enough space to do exactly that.

He doesn't take his sweet time removing his shirt. He actually does you one better, leaving absolutely nothing on. You look down at his cock, which you know has yet to be fully erect, and just know it's going to make you feel so good.

Namjoon pinches at your leggings and pulls at it with a simper. One dimple peers out from his cheek.

"Your turn, baby."

You shimmy out of them carefully as he twists around to turn the shower on. The silence is soon filled by water hitting the tub, almost in a constant rhythm.

When he looks back at you no longer constrained by any clothing, his eyes are ablaze while you lose focus on what he's been hiding all this time under baggy shirts.

You simply can't help yourself anymore, walking up to him by the shower, and trail your fingers into the dips of his abdomen then his pecs at a steady pace. The muscles there ripple underneath your gentle touch.

You're both just relishing finally being there in such a close proximity without any other distractions but each other. It isn't until you accidentally rub the palm of your hand against one of his nipples that you both break out of the trance when Namjoon mewls at the action.

The next time, you do it on purpose. Your thumbs stroke against them, varying in pressure until you hear that heavenly sound again.

Who knew Namjoon would be just as sensitive there as you are.

The next thing you know, his lips are on yours, tongues tangling together with such intensity it has you trembling.

"...Joon," you mumble against his mouth right as he starts to pull away.

You chase after him, opening your eyes to see him step into the shower. There's a short pause before you get in with him.

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a/n: this was only supposed to be 1500 words... lol i guess i got way too into it. but not too much at the same time bc i chose to leave what happens next to your imaginations ;)