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Namjoon was just a silly little florist, working a regular job making flower arrangements and helping people at the plant nursery. But little did he know, he had an admirer who couldn't help but look at the way his ass fit in jeans and who loved to see the other man blush whenever he got nervous.
Kim Seokjin was a weak man. He saw a cute guy with a green shirt that says "Plant Daddy" on it pulled over huge tits (pecs) and an ass that was the perfect size to be in between his hands and he folded. Kim Namjoon was a great guy, sweet and charming and always helpful whenever he wanted to buy some flowers to appease the people at work or wanted to try keeping another plant alive. But Seokjin couldn't stop imagining bending him over and fucking him raw.
"Seokjin-ssi, will that be all for you today?"
Seokjin couldn't stop staring at this gorgeous man.
"Seokjin-ssi?" Namjoon asked again.
"Oh, I-" Seokjin snapped out of it, "Yes, that'll be all."
Here he was, buying his fourth succulent in the past month just so he could see Namjoon again. He'd have to pivot and try buying something else other than succulents because his window sill was getting full. Maybe he should try seeds? Soil? What's a good excuse of something to buy?
"This is your fourth succulent of the month!" Namjoon cheerily pointed out as he fished change out of the cash register for Seokjin, "You're going to have an army of them at this rate."
"Yeah," Seokjin tried to be suave, tenaciously leaning against the counter of the cash register. "That's the goal," he laughed nervously.
"I hope you're not watering them too often. You should wait until the soil is bone dry before watering these guys," Namjoon handed the change and succulent over to Seokjin.
He looked down so softly at the succulent, it almost made Seokjin feel bad about fantasising fucking him. Almost.
"Ah, I…" Seokjin trailed off, holding the succulent and change now. He stared down at both items in his hand, nervously fidgeting. There was no one else in line at the nursery. It was a Wednesday night, one of the least busy times for the place.
Yes, Seokjin rushed to the nursery straight after work to see Namjoon. His white dress shirt still crisp and tie in place. The nursery closed at 7 pm on Wednesdays, he didn't have time to leave work at 6 pm to change!
"Any questions or concerns about your plant?" Namjoon fondly brushed a leaf on the succulent, "I would offer a brochure, but I gave out my last one earlier today," he laughed with a breath, so airy and light.
"I- I'll have to come back for one then."
Perfect! A new excuse!
"No worries, I can write some pointers down and you can be on your way," Namjoon helpfully pulled out a small notepad and a pen from underneath the counter.
Ah shit, there goes that excuse.
"But what if I want another succulent?" Seokjin's brain unhelpfully supplied.
"The advice should be the same for it," Namjoon waved his hand at Seokjin's question, "But if you want another succulent, you could just get it right now. That way you don't have to come as often."
"But, I want to come," Seokjin blurted out.
"To the nursery?" Namjoon quirked an eyebrow, a tad confused.
"I- It's nice here," Seokjin fumbled for an excuse, "Um, uh- It's not as stuffy as my office."
"If you want, you can visit without buying anything," Namjoon laughed, "You don't have to keep buying succulents to come in."
"I don't?"
"No," Namjoon laughed again, "You don't! Leave some for the rest of us, Seokjin-ssi."
"Ah, okay. I'll have to come back soon then. Maybe you can give me some advice on plants instead?"
"I'd be happy to help with that," Namjoon smiled.
He was so pretty . His teeth were perfect. His dimples were perfect. Seokjin's heart did a flip with how homey and warm Namjoon looked at the cash register.
"I actually need to close up shop right now, but I'd be happy to give you some pointers if you want to walk with me."
"O- Oh! Sure!" Seokjin grabbed his succulent and followed Namjoon as he walked away from the cash register, "Of course, I would love to!"
"I just need to make sure the sprinklers are all working well then turn off all the lights," Namjoon laughed when Seokjin followed him so enthusiastically.
Seokjin followed Namjoon like that, trailing behind him as they walked through the nursery. It was small, locally owned, and it was not too difficult to sort out the late night activities quickly.
Admittedly, Seokjin trailed behind Namjoon to stare at his ass. He bent over frequently, checking the drip of the water onto the plants. The way his thighs spread as Namjoon happily chatted along about plant care made warmth spread along Seokjin's cheeks. Namjoon's ass looked so good in those jeans. They hugged its curve so right and made it look so plump and delicious. Seokjin would give anything to touch.
"Oh, Seokjin-ssi remember too. If you want to repot your plant, be gentle. Sometimes if you pull too hard, it can end up harming the plant," Namjoon pointed out, turning to Seokjin and stopping in front of a workbench.
"R- Right!" Seokjin smiled, trying to seem nonchalant and not like he's spent the past 15 minutes staring at Namjoon's ass.
"I think I'm about done here now. Do you have any more questions?" Namjoon smiled at him so cutely, the glasses on the bridge of his nose making him look nerdy and dorky.
"No, no, uh, I think I'm good now," Seokjin bit his lip, "Thank you for all the advice."
"Of course!" Namjoon exclaimed, grinning, "Come back anytime and I'll be here to give advice."
"Thank you," Seokjin smiled back, "I'll come back often."
"At a certain point you'll be a plant expert, you won't have to come in and ask me anymore," Namjoon waved a hand in the air.
"Oh," Seokjin nervously fidget with the succulent, "I'd still like to come in."
"For the plants?"
"And the people."
Namjoon got a little strange there, going quiet and mouth hanging open. He had blush color his face, pink and cute. So cute. Everything about this man was cute. He was a little taller than Seokjin and definitely broader, but he was so so cute . Seokjin blushed too, fully realising what he said.
"Seokjin-ssi, I'm sorry if this sounds out of the blue," Namjoon began,
"Never," Seokjin shook his head.
Namjoon nodded, "I know you've been staring at my ass this whole time."
"Oh! I-" Seokjin spluttered.
"So, I hope I'm not wrong," Namjoon took a step forward into Seokjin's space, his hand trailing up Seokjin's chest to cup his cheek, "If I ask if I can kiss you?"
Seokjin felt weak at his knees, " Yes ."
Namjoon met his lips gently, kissing him softly before pulling away. He was about to say something, but Seokjin cut him off with another kiss, pushing him back against the workbench. He placed his succulent down on the workbench too. Namjoon moaned into it. They ground their hips together, Seokjin's large shoulders pining Namjoon down onto the workbench. Namjoon whined desperately at the friction of their clothed cocks grinding against each other. He had a hand over Seokjin's shoulder, pulling at his back for Seokjin to grind in deeper.
Seokjin groaned and grabbed Namjoon's ass. Finally . He bit on Namjoon's bottom lip as they ground into each other. Seokjin could feel his cock hardening and the stiffness in Namjoon's own pants too.
When they pulled away, a string of saliva connected them. Seokjin brushed it away and placed their foreheads together, breathing out heavily and trying to catch his breath.
"Seokjin-ssi, I-"
"Hyung is fine," Seokjin was looking directly into Namjoon's eyes. His pupils were dilated and cheeks rosy.
"Hyung," Namjoon tested it out, getting a small nod from Seokjin to continue on, "I- I'm not sure if you want to do this here."
"This?" Seokjin stopped, a little confused.
"I mean," Namjoon gestured between their bodies, so close that their chests almost touched, "We're both, you know…"
Seokjin caught on, but wanted to tease a little, "Hm?"
" Hyung ," Namjoon whined.
"I don't know how you feel about it, but I'd do this just about anywhere with you," Seokjin squeezed his ass, wanting to get his hands on Namjoon naked as soon as possible.
Namjoon moaned, low and so unbelievably horny, "Th- That's good to know…"
Reality hit Seokjin, "But also, uh, I don't have anything with me right now," he muttered, "Like, you know.
Namjoon blushed furiously and nodded, "Yeah, me neither."
"So maybe we shouldn't do it here? And maybe…you can come back to mine instead."
"I actually, um," Namjoon blushed even harder, "I have something to show you."
"Sure, go ahead."
Namjoon somehow managed to peel himself away from Seokjin and turned around. He unbuckled his pants and was about to pull them down, but Seokjin stopped him by putting a hand on his hand.
"This is moving kind of fast, are you okay with this?" Seokjin asked, giving Namjoon an out.
"Yeah, yeah," Namjoon sighed heavily, "I'm okay."
"If you want to stop, just tell me."
"I will," Namjoon nodded and blushed when Seokjin leaned in to kiss his neck.
"Now, what did you want to show me?"
Namjoon fully pulled his jeans down, revealing his bare ass with no underwear. Seokjin's eyes got wide and he visibly swallowed at the sight before him. The plump, juicy ass with Namjoon's pretty tanned skin and a mole right on the cheek. It took everything in Seokjin to not touch right there.
"This is for you," Namjoon's hands came down to spread his cheeks, revealing his hole to Seokjin.
But it wasn't just his hole. In between his cheeks and nudged into his hole was a butt plug. It was a pretty, blue-coloured heart shaped jewel nestled right there into Namjoon's hole. Seokjin felt his mouth water.
"Every morning before coming into work, I think about you and stretch myself open. I hope you like it," Namjoon wiggled his butt a little to entice him.
"Is there…."
"There's lube in there," Namjoon spread his legs open more, his cock hanging heavy and hard between them.
"Are you clean?"
"Yes," Namjoon moaned out, "Been thinking about this for weeks now."
"Good…good," Seokjin reached out to brush his hands over Namjoon's waist and down to his ass, groping and squeezing, "I'm clean too."
"Then," Namjoon arched his back, "You wanna fuck me, hyung?"
Seokjin groaned, "Yes, wanna fuck you."
"Do it then."
Seokjin's hand pressed against Namjoon's skin, sliding down his ass to his hole. The butt plug was so cute, just like the rest of Namjoon. Seokjin used two fingers to grip the sides and started to pull it out, but then pushed it back in harshly. Namjoon moaned and moved forward from the motion.
"Hyung," Namjoon whined, "Are you gonna fuck me?"
"Tell me about this first," Seokjin thrusted the plug back into Namjoon, keeping up the motion and making the other man squirm, "What you do in the mornings."
"I- I-," Namjoon twitched and whimpered, "I wake up," he shakily got out.
"Yeah?"
"I wake up and I-" he moaned at a particularly hard thrust, "I start to touch myself."
"Where?"
"M- My hole."
"And what do you do next?"
"I try to thrust my finger in-" Namjoon yelped and Seokjin ground the plug into his hole, "And! And it's too dry!"
"And?" Seokjin kept up the ministrations in the back, but his other hand sneaked down and over, wrapping around Namjoon's cock.
"And-" Namjoon moaned so high and pretty when Seokjin started to stroke him dry, "I grab lube."
"Where do you put it?" Seokjin thumbed the head of Namjoon's cock, making him cry out. He collected the precum on his fingers and used it to help the glide when stroking.
"In my hole! Inside!"
"For how long?" Seokjin cupped Namjoon's balls.
"So long ," Namjoon let out in a strained voice, "Some- Sometimes, I'm almost late to work."
"And what are you thinking about?"
"Y- You!" Namjoon whined and moaned as Seokjin pulled away from him.
"Good boy," Seokjin whispered, easing out the butt plug entirely. He placed it on the workbench next to the succulent.
It was Seokjin's turn to unbuckle his pants and quickly pull them down, taking his aching cock out of his boxers and pumping it. Namjoon was quiet and a little whiny as Seokjin took his time stroking his cock and staring at Namjoon's ass.
"Like the view?"
"Yeah," Seokjin lined up to press into Namjoon's hole, "Great view."
They moaned in unison as Seokjin pushed in, horny out of their goddamn minds as they felt the soft slide. Namjoon was so open and wet for Seokjin. And Seokjin was hard and so big for Namjoon. Namjoon moaned at the stretch, moving his hips back and trying to take in all of Seokjin. Seokjin bucked his hips to push in the last inch, making Namjoon yelp.
"You're so tight," Seokjin rubbed up and down Namjoon's back, trying to get him to relax.
"Just- Just hard to believe we're here," Namjoon leaned over the workbench, his hole clenching around Seokjin's cock, "Wanted you to fuck me for so long," he moved his hips back, trying to get Seokjin to move.
"I'll fuck you right, don't worry," Seokjin pulled out slightly and pushed back in, earning the cutest whimper from Namjoon.
"Yes, yes," he chanted, reaching back to grab Seokjin's hand. Namjoon guided his hand to his hair, "Please pull."
"Of course, slut," Seokjin gripped Namjoon's hair and pulled .
"Ah!"
Namjoon clenched around Seokjin's cock as he slowly thrusted in and out. He tried to grip onto the workbench to no avail. Seokjin used his other hand to hold onto Namjoon's waist, thick and tan like the rest of him.
"P- Please, please call me slut again," he breathed out, almost losing it as Seokjin continued the steady pace of thrusting in and out.
"You like that, slut?" Seokjin thrusted in faster.
" Yes ," Namjoon's eyes rolled into the back of his head as their hips smack together, "I love being called slut. You can call me whore and bitch too, please ."
"So, you're just a dirty whore, aren't you?" Seokjin thrusted in, hitting Namjoon's prostate head on and making him whimper.
"Yes!" He cried out as Seokjin kept thrusting in harder and harder .
"You must fuck people here all the time, letting them cum all over you, bitch."
"N- No!" Namjoon's eyes rolled in the back of his head slightly and he gripped the workbench, "Only you!"
"Only who?"
"Only hyung! Hyung -" he muffled his moans into his hand.
"Keep moaning. I want to hear you."
Seokjin pulled on Namjoon's hair as he thrusted in, the slap of their skin intoxicating. He watched the way his cock sank into Namjoon's hole, now loose and ready for him and taking the dicking like a five dollar whore. He pounded Namjoon against the workbench. Namjoon was so loud, crying and moaning and whimpering as Seokjin made him take every inch of his dick without holding back.
"Hyungie! Hyung, hyung-" Namjoon's breath hitched as Seokjin hit his prostate head on.
"You like that, slut? Feeling my cock inside of you?" Seokjin whispered hotly in Namjoon's ear, leaning forward and ruthlessly fucking Namjoon.
"Yes, yes! So good~" Namjoon mumbled almost incoherently as Seokjin kept hitting his prostate.
"What if I came inside, huh? Used you like the whore you are?"
Namjoon moaned even louder, " Please !"
Seokjin pounded Namjoon whole, making Namjoon get loud and wet and messy . Seokjin loved pulling his hair. He pistoned his cock in and out of Namjoon, chasing that high. He moved his other hand down to Namjoon's cock. His hand wrapped around it.
Namjoon gasped and clenched so hard around Seokjin that he almost saw stars. Seokjin groaned and kept thrusting steadily, moving his hand in tandem with the motion to jerk Namjoon off. Namjoon moaned filthily as precum dribbled out of his dick into Seokjin's hand.
"Come on, whore. Cum for me."
Namjoon screamed. Seokjin pounded his orgasm out of him, fucking him thoroughly as his hole clenched down hard and cock shot cum onto his stomach and Seokjin's fingers. He whimpered and cried, actual tears falling down his face as Seokjin kept pounding him mercilessly.
"Please cum in me, hyung! Hyung, please !" Namjoon cried out.
Seokjin thrusted his hips into Namjoon harshly. The skin against his ass was wet and filthy with Seokjin's precum. Seokjin kept thrusting in, Namjoon's whiney overstimulated moans fueling him as the tightness inside his stomach snapped.
"Fuck!"
He twitched and came inside of Namjoon. His cock and balls shoved straight up against Namjoon's pretty stretched out hole. Seokjin grinded his hips into Namjoon as his hole clenched and milked his cock for every last drop of cum. Namjoon felt every twitch and release of cum inside of him, shivering at the feeling of it coating his walls. His eyes rolled into the back of his head with how filthy it felt.
"Take all of it," Seokjin pulled out slightly and snapped his hips back into Namjoon, "All of it, slut ."
Namjoon pushed his ass back onto Seokjin's cock, wanting more desperately, "Yes, yes. Hyung, yes . Give me all of it."
Seokjin kept at it, grinding into Namjoon harshly and pushing him flat against the workbench as Namjoon's greedy hole milked his cock of cum. Namjoon moaned so sweetly throughout the whole thing. His high-pitched moans then deeper groans and whimpers were so addicting. Eventually, Seokjin could feel himself growing soft and Namjoon squirming from the overstimulation. He tried to pull out.
"Wait!" Namjoon reached out behind him, trying to grab Seokjin's arm.
"Are you okay? Is something wrong?" Seokjin blinked confusingly.
"No- No! I….I just…." Namjoon blushed, "Can you put the plug back in me?"
"Let me clean you up first-" Seokjin tried pulling out again, but Namjoon managed to grab his arm and attention.
"I- I want your cum in me."
"Oh fuck," Seokjin said without thinking.
"If…If that's okay," Namjoon replied weakly, so shy now.
"Yeah, of course. Let me just," Seokjin grabbed the butt plug from earlier.
He carefully pulled out of Namjoon and then angled the butt plug into his hole again. He pressed gently, the plug nestled prettily inside of Namjoon and between his cheeks. Seokjin felt his dick twitch looking at the way some stray cum and lube dribbled down Namjoon's ass onto his thigh.
"Feel good?" Seokjin asked, rubbing along Namjoon's backside and ass to soothe him.
"Yeah, yeah," Namjoon sounded so out of it, dreamy and far away, "Perfect."
"Can I take you home, Namjoon?"
"Oh fuck," Namjoon snapped out of it and turned around, looking at Seokjin, " Yes , I would love that."