(A/N: For the anon requesting Jealous Joonie. Sorry for the delay! I got about halfway thru this and realized I've written something similar for Jimin aha...my bad. Feedback is appreciated.)
Not by choice, obviously- if it were up to you, you’d be dating Namjoon and already thinking of baby names.
But no, the man was not your boyfriend. Instead, Namjoon liked to flirt with you, to get dinner with you too often than friends probably would, he got you gifts from places he visited, he sent you pictures of the sky that reminded him of you-
But he wasn’t your boyfriend.
For some reason, he refused to define what the two of you were.
So, like any single girl would do- you decided to do whatever you wanted.
Sure, you wanted to be with Namjoon, but when a man approached you asking if you wanted to dance who were you to say no?
You looked sideways at Namjoon, who was standing a few steps away, talking to another one of your friends. You noted the way he laughed at whatever she said and felt irritated, narrowing your eyes at him. Sure, he wasn’t your boyfriend- but he wasn’t allowed to laugh at someone another girl said, even if she was your friend.
“Sure,” You said decisively, clapping your hand in his and letting him pull you up from your seat at the booth you were sitting in.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Namjoon’s eyes perk up but ignored it, focusing instead on dancing with the man in front of you. You didn’t get very far, spinning around to back up on the guy only to see Namjoon standing directly in front of you.
He had that look on his face- the one he only got when he was either extremely focused or extremely pissed off. Cheeks sucked in, brow furrowed, bottom lip pushed out. He tilted his head to the side and frowned disapprovingly at you before flickering his gaze up to the man behind you and saying only one word, “No.”
You blinked blankly, feeling his arm wrap around your waist possessively, “It’s late, we’re leaving.”
“We?” You repeated awkwardly, “We as in- like, you and me?”
“Yeah, let’s go.” He nodded shortly, tugging you away from the man. You didn’t even know if the other guy said anything at all, focusing instead on the firm gasp Namjoon had around your body and the annoyed look on his face.
You felt dazed the entire way home, unable to stop staring at him even as he was essentially scolding you as you stepped into you apartment.
“If you wanted attention- you should’ve told me,” He snapped, slamming the door closed. “Was I moving too slow, was that it? Did you want me to ask you out sooner?”
“I don’t formally ask you to date me so you decide to flirt on a guy in front of me?” He scoffed, “You’re mine- there, is that better?”
“You flirted with someone else in front of me too! Don’t act like I’m the only childish one here,” You snapped. "And my ass barely touched him."
“You were jealous?” He laughed, stepping closer to you. A flash of nervousness washed over your face before you replaced it with annoyance again, lifting and dropping a shoulder silently. Namjoon pulled your body against his, arms around you again. He leaned down slightly, dipping his head down to your neck and breathed hot air against it, “Don’t lie, I can see it on your face.”
He pressed his lips to the side of you neck and you felt your stomach drop. This was the most physical attention Joon had shown you since you met him. Up until now it had all been words and PG-rated signs of endearment. Nothing like the way his hands groped your ass and his teeth grazed against your skin, tongue gliding along your carotid.
“You want me all to yourself?” He asked, mumbling words against your skin, “Because I’m warning you now- I don’t want to share you.”
“All you had to do was say it,” You said weakly, feeling him lift you easily into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, face directly in front of yours. You gazed down at his lips for a moment before deciding to go for it, kissing him with a desperation you wished you could’ve hidden from Namjoon but it was blatant, washing over you in huge tidal waves that had you rolling against his body with a fever.
You lost track of time, mind consumed with only Namjoon as he fucked you hard.
“Who do you belong to?” He grunted, slamming his hips against yours, a possessive hand on your lower stomach. You moaned, letting him spread your legs even further apart with a hand on your knee, feeling his cock thrust into you over and over again with a reckless pace. He didn’t care about being gentle with you, only fueled by your urges to go harder, faster, rougher. You wanted him bad, that much was apparent.
"Me," You snapped, scowling up at him.
He froze for a minute, breaking character to smile sheepishly down at you, "Fair- Who do I belong to?"
“Me- You're mine,” You said quickly, beaming up at him.
“Next time a guy asks you to dance what are you gonna say?” Namjoon continued, leaning down over you and increasing his speed slightly. His hands felt hot on your skin, burning obsessive touches into your torso and thighs.
“N-no,” You stuttered, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.
“Next time you want something- ask for it. You want me to fuck you rough? Ask.” He scolded, “You want fucking flowers and a candlelit dinner? I’ll do it.”
You nodded feverishly, gasping when you felt his tongue glide across your chest, mouthing at your breasts.
“I fucking adore you, I’ll be more obvious about it from now on, okay?” He grunted, his tone angry but his voice sweet.
“Okay,” You nodded, voice hitching as he bit down on your skin. "Thanks."
“I don’t ever wanna see your ass on another motherfucker again though,” He laughed leaning his forehead against your body.
He looked up at you with a surprisingly earnest look, reminding you why you waited for him to make a move for so long in the first place.
“As long as you don’t ever smile at another girl for the rest of your life,” You swiped sarcastically, sighing in contentment when he laughed and agreed.
