Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex (Don’t be silly wrap your willy), angst, Oral (M! receiving), Spanking, Hairpulling.
You can feel Namjoon’s glare on the side of your head. You’re purposefully ignoring him, hoping it’s making him squirm. You both are attending an event at the Big Hit Building. You're obviously his plus one. At least that's what you thought, but when you both entered the party Namjoon’s attention was immediately taken from you by one of the stylists that works for him. You were okay with waiting for the conversation to end, but with the way her hand was glued to his arm and the way his eyes never left hers you decided it would just be better to entertain yourself. You would never tell him you were jealous, because he was yours, you had nothing to be jealous of. Right? Her high pitched giggle rang out in the air and you could see him laughing with her, which is what led you here, next to Jimin, your own laughter combating with hers, and Namjoon burning a hole in your head. Seems like he wasn't laughing anymore. You’re truly enjoying talking with Jimin, the both of you got along almost as soon as you had met over a year ago. You could easily say he is one of your best friends. “Uh Y/N, I think Namjoon-hyung is about to blow a gasket. If he clenches his jaw anymore it might shatter.” Jimin states worriedly. “Jimin, as much as I love how worried you are about him and his jaw, this is what he gets for ignoring me.” You and Jimin never really hide anything from each other, always open and honest. So when you first walked up to him and told him what was going on, he agreed to keep you company. “He’s walking over. I’m gonna die, he’s going to kill me Y/N. You should see his fa- Hyung! How are you doing? I see you were having a lovely conversation.” You refused to look up at him, but if Jimin’s face is any indication, you know he’s pissed. “Jimin-ssi. I’m fine. Seems like you and Y/N are having enough fun over here for everyone.” He is seething. You don't need to look with the way he shoots his words out, completely dripping with passive aggressiveness. You couldn't lie, knowing he’s angry at you turns you on. Very much. You were a brat, so what about it? “We were having so much fun when you decided to interrupt with your bad attitude. Why don't you go back to talk to your stylist noona, hmm?” You shoot back at him. He wanted to be petty, you could be worse. He scoffs at you. You feel him get closer to you, “You're kidding yeah? Is someone jealous?” He whispers in your ear. “I don't know Namjoon, are you?” You throw back at him. You are in no mood for this back and forth. Jimin who is there the whole time watching the two of you bicker finally decides to make an exit. “So I will let the two of you figure, whatever this is, out. I’ll text you later Y/N'' As he walks away you feel Namjoon grab your waist. Finally making eye contact with him you can see just how angry he is. “You done being a brat?” He has the audacity to call you a brat? “ Are you joking? Why am I the brat? You completely ignored me and then made our friend uncomfortable because you wanted to beat on your chest! So if anyone is the brat here, it’s you.” Namjoon clenches his jaw.
He pulls you out of the event space and toward the elevators. My god, you can feel the heat radiating off of him as you both stand in the elevator saying nothing to each other. You shouldn't be so excited, but there was something about pissing him off that turned you on. The elevator opens up on the floor of his studio, Namjoon grabs your wrist and brings you toward his studio door. “Sit.” Is all he says when you enter the studio. You don't comply, instead choosing to stand in the middle of the room. “I wasn’t asking Y/N.” You roll your eyes at him. “ No, you don't get to command shit when you were being a dick downstairs.” Calling him out of his name may have been too much, but at this point you don't care. He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Was I acting like a dick? Was I not being polite? Or Did you just get jealous, and decided to be petty by using Jimin as a tactic in your silly game? Thought I wouldn’t guess your silly game? We’ve been together too long for that Y/N.” He let go of your face and began pacing. You watch him move back and forth, just knowing he was thinking of a way to punish you. “We can talk about this, later. Right now, I want you on your knees. Now.” You are pent up, you already knew your behavior was going to set him off. You sink to your knees in front of him.Your dress riding up once you hit the ground. “Take it off. I want to see what you have underneath, princess.” You grab the hem of your dress, lifting it up slowly. You relish in the way Namjoon groans at every inch of exposed skin he sees. You wear his favorite red lace bra and panty set. Tonight was supposed to be special in a different way, but you are more than willing to take this impromptu session. “Oh baby. You look stunning here on your knees like a good girl. Why couldn’t you have been this good downstairs?” He moves towards you, squatting to your level. He places a kiss on your mouth before standing again. He maintains eye contact with you as he unzips his dress pants and pulls his cock out. Your mouth begins to water at the sight of it, tip an angry red, precum already leaking. “Like what you see? Open. Tongue out.” He says while he taps his tip on your appendage. You keep your mouth open, anticipating his next move. He gently slides his cock into your mouth, releasing a groan when you wrap your warm mouth around him, allowing him to go as far as he can. Once your nose hits his soft brush of hairs, and you can feel him at the back of your throat, he pulls back out. “Fuck Y/N your mouth is so good.” He praises. You say nothing waiting for him to take control. “I’m not going to hold back this time. So I suggest you get your pretty little mouth ready for a serious fucking.” He grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail in one hand and his cock in the other. He shoves himself into your mouth this time much rougher than the first time keeping his promise of not holding back. You begin to drool as his pace quickens, tears burning your eyes. You look up at him, his face in a state of euphoria. “Yes, what a good little brat you are. Seems like the only way to shut you up is to shove my cock into your mouth.” You moan around him. Suddenly he stops thrusting, pulling out of your mouth. “As much as I really want to see my cum all over your face, I want that pussy just a little bit more. Get up.” He helps you up and leads you to the couch. He bends you over, landing one slap on your ass. You moan out as your ass begins to sting. “You like that? You like when I spank you? You dirty girl.” At this point your underwear was sticking to you uncomfortably. Namjoon rubs his fingers over your covered slit. “Namjoon please. Don’t tease.” You beg. “Y/N please. Stop talking.” He retorts. You let out a growl of frustration. “Nam-Ah!” Your complaint dying on your lips as Namjoon moves your panties aside and shoves two fingers into you. “Fuck! Yes sir. Thank you.” You hear Namjoon laugh. “There’s my obedient girl.” He scissors his fingers into you at a rapid pace. His other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair. He turns your head to the side to look at him. “You like that? Like how I fuck this cunt with just my fingers?” You can barely comprehend what he's saying to you with how close you are to your orgasm. “Yes sir. I love it!” You scream. You're so close, just a few more thrusts, when Namjoon suddenly pulls his fingers away. It takes everything in you not to scream out in frustration. “Hmm, look who’s finally quiet.” Namjoon teases as he rubs his cock up and down your soaked folds. He allows his tip to breach your entrance. You hold your breath in anticipation, you were so close to being filled with him. Once you feel Namjoon fill you completely you let out a sigh of content. “My god. So good for me.” He praises as he shallowly thrust into you. “Yes sir. I just want to be good for you.” You cry, hoping he’ll move faster. “You weren't very good downstairs were you?” Namjoon says as he thrusts harshly into you. You let out a moan. “I’m sorry sir. I was jealous. I just wanted your attention.” You could hear him laugh behind you. “Baby girl. Fuck. You know you’re the only one who always has my attention.” His thrust began to pick up in speed. Namjoon pulls out of you to lay you on the couch in the studio. He climbs on top of you re-entering into you. You moan out and look at him. You both maintain eye contact as he fucks into you. The way he’s looking at you has you feeling warm, any feelings of anger between the two of you now gone. There are no more words exchanged. Just the sounds of you both moaning, and skin slapping on skin. Namjoon slides his hand in between the both of you and begins to rub your clit. After being denied before you can feel your orgasm creeping up on you. “Joonie. I’m close. Please.” He nods at you, “So am I baby.” His thrusts become sloppier the closer he gets to releasing. You wrap your legs around his waist. You feel your orgasm approach and before you can say anything Namjoon is pressing his lips onto yours suppressing any noises you were going to make. After a few more thrusts you can feel him spill into you with a moan of your name. Without removing himself from inside you, he switches positions so you're laying on top of him. He’s brushing any stray hair out of your face, before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You know I love you more than anything right?” He asks looking at you. You nod. “Yes, I know. I love you more than anything too. I just let my emotions get the best of me. The way she was touching you just made me so mad. I’m really sorry I didn’t just talk to you about it initially. But I’m not mad at the resolution.” He chuckles. “The sex was not the resolution jagi. It was just a quick respite from this conversation. I do wish you would have spoken to me, but maybe I should have handled the situation better. I’m sorry as well babe. Next time we can handle it better.” He said rubbing his arms up and down your arms. “Yes, conversations first.” You share another kiss before cleaning up and putting your clothes back on. You fix your hair to the best of your abilities, but a down do would be the way the night would be ending. You both go to exit the studio, but when Namjoon opens the door Jimin and Taehyung both stumble in. “Jimin and I were just making sure you weren’t fighting anymore. And before you ask. Of course he told me.” You both rolled your eyes at them. “So, did you fix whatever it was?” Jimin asks as you all walk back to the party.
