(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.)
You’re single.
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?”
“Maybe?” You mumbled.
“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.
summary: You, Namjoon and Jimin are like the Three Musketeers, best friends for as long as you can remember. But there’s more going on between you and Namjoon. In the end, his jealousy puts you both into your places.
The look on Namjoon's face could kill right about now.
Namjoon is generally a very gentle soul with clumsy hands and a tall, well-proportioned build, but there are times when his expression turns blank and the tips of his ears go red. You've known him long enough to tell when he's angry and right now, Namjoon is angry.
But you aren't really sure why.
It's pretty indecent to be sitting on Jimin's lap while your crush sits across from you, but it's also pretty indecent to mindlessly flirt with other girls at a party that Namjoon had invited you to. And he'd done just that so in your mind, this is payback.
Plus, Jimin's lap is really comfortable. His thighs make amazing cushions and the hand he has on your waist is warm, comforting you because he knows all too well about your situation with Namjoon.
For as long as you can remember, it's always been the three of you. You're like the Three Musketeers the way you all seem to gravitate towards one another when you're in the same room and know each other like the back of your hand. You can take one glance at Jimin and Namjoon's posture and immediately know how much sleep they got the night before and what they're feeling right in that moment. That's the perks of having best friends you suppose.
But maybe the perks don't really seem to outweigh the most important con.
You and Namjoon like each other. Have liked each other for what seems like years.
You both know it. Jimin knows it. The whole campus seems to know it. Yet, you two haven't gotten together.
There's a lot holding you back. Neither of you want to ruin your lifelong friendship. You don't want others to belittle you for not being as intelligent as Namjoon. Namjoon doesn't want others to belittle him for not being as good-looking as you, no matter how many times you and Jimin have reassured him that he's hot. Your dynamic is a fragile thing and when it comes to important things like this, you're both a little scared about what could happen.
But both you and Jimin know that Namjoon is brewing in his jealousy across from you two right now and you feel a tiny thrill run through you as Namjoon finally looks up to pinpoint you with his gaze.
Before you know it, he's getting up and stomping out of the living room, making his way towards his room. You and Jimin look at each other, sharing confused glances until your phone starts to ring. Jimin slips it out of your back pocket and giggles as he hands it to you. You feel your brow furrow as you take your phone and glance at the caller ID.
It's Namjoon.
"Hello?" Your throat feels dry and tight and your voice shakes, but the answer you receive shakes you up even more.
"I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work," Namjoon says. "Send Jimin away and come to my room. Now."
You don't get the chance to say anything because Namjoon hangs up right then. You blink as you pull your phone away from your ear and wordlessly stand up from your position on Jimin's lap. Jimin laughs and stands as well, making his way towards the door where his shoes are. As he slips into them, Jimin winks at you and smirks slyly.
"I'll be with Hoseok and Yoongi. Text me when it's cool to come home," he chuckles and then he's stepping outside and you're left staring at the front door.
Your phone begins to chime again and you scowl, throwing it on the couch you and Jimin had sat on. "I'm coming! Stop calling me!"
Namjoon doesn't respond, but your phone stops ringing almost immediately and you make your way towards Namjoon's room, your expression grim and steps careful. His bedroom door is closed, but as you draw nearer, it flies open to reveal a stony faced Namjoon. His hands grip your waist then and you're forcefully pulled into his embrace and his room where he shuts and locks the door behind you.
His lips are on yours before you can even protest, but by then, you don't really care much because finally, Namjoon is kissing you. It feels amazing and you forget about everything else, only focusing on the fire that rises in your belly as Namjoon picks you up, his hands supporting you from under your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist. Namjoon is known for his clumsiness so you're surprised when he manages to maneuver you both to his bed, unscathed. But manage it, he does and your back lands on the soft material of Namjoon's mattress.
Namjoon's hands are all over you now and you groan, your body arching into his, seeking friction of some kind. Namjoon mumbles something under his breath and you manage to catch his lobe in between your teeth. You bite down softly, relishing in the hearty moan that rumbles out from his chest and feel your breaths falter when he grips the bottom of your shirt before pulling it right over your head.
"Holy shit," Namjoon whispers in the heated air between you, a dusky pink falling on his cheeks as he takes in the lacy material of your bra.
His hands cup your breasts gingerly, as if afraid to hurt you somehow, and you laugh the tiniest bit. Gone is the jealous Namjoon that fumed over you sitting in Jimin's lap. Now you're dealing with the Namjoon you've known all your life, the sweet, caring guy who's always been there for you when you needed him the most.
Namjoon's head dips down to press a kiss to the top of your breasts and you ache to be free of your bra. There are too many clothes in between the two of you and you just want the both of you to be as naked as the day you were born. But you let Namjoon have this, the slow, careful movements are essential for him and you bite your lip and arch your back some more, hoping that Namjoon will take the hint.
Thankfully, he does and soon enough the cold air of Namjoon's bedroom is meeting your nipples as Namjoon's lips trail down to your navel, mouth insistent against your skin. You moan, a trail of fire following Namjoon's touch, and you fumble with the top buttons on his shirt, your angle awkward. Namjoon laughs at the cute way your brows are pinched together and teeth clamped down on your bottom lip. You stare at him a bit offended, but that bleeds away into humor and fondness as you watch Namjoon laugh.
First times with people are generally awkward and clumsy, but what you have with Namjoon right now is humorous, soft, and comfortable. It feels like you've both been waiting for this moment, and while that may be true, it also feels like being friends for all your lives is really paying off in this moment.
You and Namjoon kiss again, movements softer and slower than before but the air is still charged with that same feeling of passion and heat. You manage to unbutton the rest of Namjoon's shirt and marvel at the smooth skin that's exposed when the material falls away. Your hands grip his shoulders then slide down his spine to hook your fingers through the loops on his jeans. You tug down, not forcefully enough to pull his pants down, but enough for Namjoon to understand your intentions.
His hands leave your waist then and fumble at the front of his jeans, undoing the single button and pulling the zipper down as fast as he can so he can get slip out of the constricting material. When he pulls back the tiniest bit to step out of his jeans, you undo your shorts and lift your hips to push them down your legs. You're left in your panties then and your face warms when you realize that Namjoon's taking in his fill of you. His eyes almost burn into you as they look you over from head to toe. His leans forward and kisses you again, his mouth warm and wanting and you kiss him back, moaning when his palm flattens against your stomach only to slide down into your panties.
His fingers hook into the waistband and you gasp when the material is being pulled away. You're naked then and Namjoon smiles as you stare up at him, your face flushing an even darker red than before. But Namjoon is quick to rid himself of his own underwear and now your wish has been granted.
You're both as naked as the day you were born.
Your eyes can't leave his erection though. Namjoon is a tall guy, not very broad in the shoulders but well-built, so you'd often fantasize about having sex with him. You just didn't expect for him to be so big.
Of course, it's not something that you can't handle, but it's hard to look away and Namjoon chuckles above you before he's rummaging in his bedside drawer. He makes a triumphant noise when he finds the condom he was looking for and shows you it, giving you a wink as he does. You smile and laugh, relieved that he'd been prepared because you are on the pill, but you still don't want to catch anything in case Namjoon has fooled around with other people before you.
"You always were the smart one," you say, almost forgetful of the fact that these are the first words either of you has really spoken since you stepped into his room.
Namjoon shrugs and offers you a sheepish smile. "I know you're on the pill, but it never hurts to have condoms around."
You nod and pull him closer, smiling at him. "You couldn't be more right."
"You want to do this though, right?" Namjoon asks as he draws closer to you, his erection against your abdomen now as he leans over you. "You can say no if you want to. I wouldn't be upset."
But immediately, you shake your head, your fingers twisting into his hair as you do. "I've been waiting to do this for a long time, Namjoon. Trust me, I want this."
Namjoon smiles again, his nose bumping into yours as he speaks. "I've wanted this for a long time too. I'm really happy to have you in my arms right now. It drives me insane when other guys look at you like they're undressing you in their heads."
You shrug, a smirk playing across your lips. "Can't help that I'm hot. S'not my fault what guys think anyway. I only care about what you think of me."
"I think you're amazing, Y/N."
"I think you're amazing too, Namjoon."
"Should we just make this official then? I mean, you and me...together?"
You smile. "I'd like that a lot."
"Me too."
Namjoon kisses you then and you're swept back into his spell. He rips the condom open with his teeth and quickly rolls it down on himself as you watch. Soon enough though, he's sinking into you and you moan, your thoughts scattering as Namjoon fills you up with your legs wrapped tight around his waist. His hips rock into you, the motion firm and swift, causing you to cry out, your hands scrambling for purchase against his shoulders.
But he keeps going and you hang on for dear life, gasping and feeling like your very veins are on fire. His movements are hard and fast, his rhythm unyielding and he's hitting that spot of yours that makes you see stars every time. Generally, it takes most guys longer to find your g spot, but Namjoon has found it with no problem at all and you whine when his next thrust is more solid than before.
He kisses you as his hips begin to move even faster and you feel your orgasm start to build up. It sizzles through you, a hot flash of pleasure trying to pull you under. Your thighs shake and you're mumbling out nonsense that isn't very comprehensible, but Namjoon's firm body in between your legs anchors you.
When his fingers flick against your clit, that's when you lose it.
Your orgasm washes over you in a wave of heat, engulfing you completely as you moan Namjoon's name. His rhythm is sloppy now and you know that he's close so you clench around him, pushing him towards that high that makes you both feel like you're on top of the world.
"Oh, fuー" Namjoon's cut off when his orgasm slams into him, rendering him speechless as he releases himself into the condom.
You gasp underneath him, the soft pillow-y feeling of your orgasm still in the forefront of your mind as you watch the man above you. His eyes are closed and the both of you are covered in sweat, but the air is now peaceful between you two. It's easier to breathe and there's less tension than there was beforehand. You feel comfortable and happy.
Namjoon shifts above you and opens his eyes, gracing you with a dopey grin as soon as your gazes meet. You grin back, your body feeling weightless and mind hazy, but the feeling of his body against yours is striking. His arms shake around you, wobbly and struggling to hold himself up and you can't help but giggle. You unwind your legs from around his waist and grab his shoulders before you roll him over, groaning when you impale yourself with his cock as his back lands on the bed with an "oomph".
You both begin laughing then and you lift your hips up, slowly rising off Namjoon's softened cock. His legs dangle over the edge of the bed and you're sure that your hair resembles a bird's nest, but Namjoon's eyes are crinkled in mirth, fondness swimming in his chocolate irises. Your chest swells with emotion for him and you squeak when Namjoon pulls you down and kisses you breathless, rolling the two of you around until you're curled around each other in the middle of his bed.
You're left staring into one another eye's, smiles on your faces and something very unexplainable in the air. His condom is gone now, having taken it off, tied a knot in it and thrown it into his trash bin into the corner of his room beforehand. Namjoon cups your face and caresses your hair before he leans forward and kisses the tip of your nose. You flush underneath his gaze and tender touch, your senses overwhelmed with Namjoon's entire being.
"I know it's probably going to feel weird for awhile because we've been friends for all our lives," he starts to say, drawing you out of your thoughts and back into the present. "But, I hope we can try and make this work. I really like you, Y/N. I've liked you for a long time."
"I hope so too, Namjoon," you respond, a small grin on your face as you lean forward and quickly press a kiss to Namjoon's lips. "I really like you too. I have for a long time too."
Namjoon chuckles and kisses you again, his face flushing pink once more. "Where'd you send Jimin to anyway? Do you have to call him back or something?"
"He left to Hoseok and Yoongi's place," you laugh. "Told me to text him once the coast was clear, so I should do that."
"Ah, so he's finally taking my advice," Namjoon says, a shy grin spread wide across his face. "You know he's been crushing on the both of them since the beginning of the semester."
"Wait, really? Why didn't he tell me anything?" You ask, biting your lip as you think over Jimin's behavior for the past few months.
Namjoon smiles and shrugs. "He only told me a few days ago. He was kind of embarrassed about liking two people at the same time until I told him about polyamory. I guess it changed his mind about things."
You slap his arm, being careful to not strike him too hard. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Ow," Namjoon mouths, but then that boisterous laugh of his rings out in the air and you smile, a bit of your irritation ebbing away as Namjoon begins to speak. "He pulled the bro code on me. I couldn't do that to my bro."
"Well, he's my bro too you know," you sniff, humor heavy in your tone. "Whatever, I guess. He can just stay at their place tonight."
Namjoon arches a brow at you, a sly grin on his face now. "Oh? Spend the night? Why? Do you plan on having your way with me many times tonight?"
You laugh then, your eyes crinkling up with giddiness. "Depends. How many condoms do you have in your drawer?"
"A whole box full, love."
"Then yes. I definitely am going to have my way with you many, many times tonight, my dear Namjoonie."
Namjoon rolls over and brackets your head in between his arms as he leans down and starts suckling on your throat, leaving lovebites on your skin as you squirm underneath him. "I'm ready whenever you are, Y/N."
You giggle and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer towards you until you can feel his cock struggling in vain to get hard again, right against your navel. Namjoon continues to mark a trail down your throat and your fingers tangle into his hair, the air becoming charged between you two again.
When your lips meet, they seem to meld together, tongues clashing against one another messily. His lips are soft against yours and when his hands come up to cradle your face, you feel cherished.
Namjoon is handling you like glass and you hope that becomes something normal for you in the future.
Thankfully, it does.
a/n: you didn’t really specify a gender for the reader and i usually write gender-neutral readers, but it was just easier to give the reader a vagina and all for the sake of smut, anyway, i hope you liked this! thank you for requesting ♡
