hey is

anyone around for a quick 1k drabble of officer work!joon having phone sex with his slutty bf yoongi while in his office cubicle

because

i have something

OKAY OKAY

im posting it under this tweet

i did this in like 30 minutes because h o r n y so be gentle

Namjoon hated his job.

It was soul sucking, to be cooped up in his office cubicle, 9-5, 5 days a week. It was soul sucking but it paid well, and that was all it took, for him to come in, sit down, and stare at a screen all day.

But he was doing it for love, really, if he thought about it properly.

For Yoongi, for them, for their future.

Earn enough to move away, earn enough to live somewhere they both knew they could be happy, and so Namjoon slaved at an office, and his pretty boyfriend flipped burgers 5 out of 7 nights a week.

It was sad, because it meant they didn't get to see each other as often as they wanted, Namjoon coming home by the time Yoongi had to leave, vice versa, but... money was money.

This was all they could do for now.

The first four hours dragged painfully, like Namjoon was being pulled across sandpaper, taking call after call from clients, filling in forms, sending off polite emails that made him grit his teeth, headset painful in his ears, legs and back sore from his shitty desk chair.

Namjoon thought about getting up to stretch, a water break, maybe a pee break, anything to distract from the monotany of this job, but then--

A text.

Yoongi's name appeared on the screen, heart emojis and stars scattered around his name because Yoongi was the all stars in Namjoon's sky, or so Namjoon would say often, while Yoongi tried not to gag.

Yoongi was so funny, so sweet and perfect, and Namjoon felt a smile crack over his tired face, opening the text with a dimpled grin.

Hows your day going?

Fine, Namjoon texted back, sad emoji. I wish I was home in bed with you though. This chair sucks. My ass hurts.

My ass hurts too. Kinda.

Namjoon texted back, worried, with a Why?? Are you alright??

Yoongi responded with a photo.

O-oh.

Fuck, oh.

Yoongi was in long socks, in something lacey and sheer, angling the camera to their full length mirror, showing off the toy shoved deep into his ass. Yoongi was flushed and smiling in the photo, pink gums on show, looking like the tease he was.

Fuck.

I miss my Joonie, the next text came through fast, Namjoon's breath hitching. I miss your mouth and your cock Joonie, its been so long.

I miss you too, Namjoon was now unable to escape his desk, hard as rock beneath the table top, thighs clenching sporadically beneath his business slacks as he twitched inside his briefs. Fuck, I miss you. Look so pretty, Yoonie.

Im gonna call you, Yoongi texted.

But I'm at work, Namjoon felt warm all over, sweaty, forehead damp, wet behind his knees.

That's okay, Yoongi texted again, demon emoji. You can just listen.

Namjoon rerouted his phone to the bluetooth headset, and waited.

It rang, he answered, trying to appear casual, as if it was a client. Yoongi laughed at him breathlessly from the other end, sounding so fucked out that whatever was happening was borderline torture.

Namjoon wanted to moan, but he couldnt.

Couldn't even touch himself either, not even the slightest bit of pressure. Fuck.

"Hi Joonie," Yoongi chuckled over the line, voice rough and rasped, letting out little huffs. Namjoon could tell he was on speaker, could hear Yoongi fucking himself with the toy, the one that vibrates, the one that Yoongi loved the most.

"How can I help you today, sir?" Namjoon's voice wobbled, and Yoongi was giggling.

"I need to be filled, can you help me?"

Namjoon nearly blacked out, typing away at his screen mindlessly, not even sure if he was typing in any language at this point.

"Uh, s-should be doable, w-what size paper do you want that on?"

"The biggest size," Yoongi sounded like he was getting off on Namjoon's stutter, his tone cocky and proud, the wet sounds of Yoongi's lubed ass and the toy making Namjoon tingle. "I need your big cock Joonie, can you hear how wet I am for it?"

Namjoon's knees buckled, despite being sat at a desk. He gripped the tabletop to stop from crying.

"Y-yes, I understand, uh, l-let me see if I can... f-figure something out for you. It is u-urgent?"

"Very," Yoongi mewled, and Namjoon wondered if he was making a mess of himself in their bed, all lonely, dressed in lace. "I wish you were here to fuck me, I miss it when you fuck me Joon-ah, can you hear how much I miss you?"

"H-hold the line, I'll put you through--"

Namjoon listened to Yoongi breathe into the phone like this, staring at his screen, achingly hard, Yoongi fucking something into himself where Namjoon would give anything to be. Yoongi whined so prettily, high and then low, desperate and eager, mumbling filth into the phone.

"Wish it was you Joonie. Nothing compares to you."

Silent, Namjoon had to be silent, even though all he wanted to do was scream.

"I want your cock, I miss it, I wanna feel you deep--"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I don't wanna cum, I wanna do it when you're fucking me, ah, Joon--"

Shit.

"Don't," Namjoon whispered hastily, shoving a stack of paper into his briefcase, slamming it shut loud enough to startle Yoongi on the other end. "I'm coming home, so wait for me, okay?"

"Joon--"

Namjoon hung up, pressed his briefcase over the tent in his pants and raced out of the building, into the car, calling his boss, claiming there was a family emergency and he had to leave for the day.

Namjoon must have sounded frantic enough to be taken seriously, because he was off, on his way home.

To tend to his desperate, pretty, perfect emergency.

~fin~ lmaooooo