Knitting You a Home - 11
Pairing: Wolf Hybrid Namjoon and Human Reader
Word Count:1,384
Genre/Rating: Hybrid AU - Established Relationship - Angst - Fluff - Smut - Rated PG-13
Overview: Things have changed for you and Namjoon. It’s been a year since the two of you got together, and despite a rocky start, it was impossible to deny the bond and love you shared for each other. But ever since Hoseok had been separated from his Mate, Namjoon has been withdrawing himself from you and doesn’t come home until late at night.
With questions far larger than either of you imagined, you can’t help but wonder if he’s let his past and old fears come back to haunt him. You had shown him that it was possible to have a home and be loved once before, but will you be able to do it again?
Warning: Sex - Biting - Emotional - Love Making
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The clock on the nightstand was reading eleven in the morning in red numbers, but leaning against the headboard you stared up at Namjoon, confused. It was eleven during the middle of the week, and he was still under the blankets sleeping.
Not that you minded, in fact the sight of seeing him at home had become such a rarity that his boss would have to pull him out of your grip.
Taking advantage of the peace, you reached up to gently run your fingers against his cheek, along his temple before lightly tracing the shape of his bottom lip. You couldn’t even recall the last time the two of you spent a lazy morning together.
Outside the window that had been left open the music of songbirds filtered through the screen, drawing your attention away from him. Through the curtains, petals of yellow daises were seen gently swaying in the morning breeze. Namjoon had planted them last year alongside the house, having spent hours digging up the ground and meticulously planting each batch. His efforts had paid off greatly when the mini suns bloomed earlier in the month, offering a sense of something magical surrounding the house.
A nip at your finger drew your attention away from the window and back to Namjoon. His eyes were still closed but his lips were curling up into a wolfish grin.
“You bit me.”
Namjoon hummed, his arm sliding over your side until his palm was flat against your back. Only then did he open his eyes. “Aren’t you the one always asking me to bite you?”
