Disclaimer: This is part (20) of a Choose Your Own Ending!
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“Can I play with Namjoon-oppa?” you ask them, quietly. The others nod in agreement, although Jackson looks slightly disappointed that you didn’t ask him. You’re flattered, despite yourself, but Namjoon’s cute dimpled smile, that he tries to hide when you ask, wins you over. You all shift around so that you’re sitting by your partners and the game gets underway. It’s a word game and actually quite funny and addictive so you’re all in fits of laughter by the time Ruby wanders out to see when her and Jackson are heading off. She looks shy about interrupting the hilarity, which isn’t helped by Jackson giving her an amused once-over.
“Oh shit, sorry Ruby-noona – did you still want a lift to the club?” he asks, half-genuine, but half fake-shocked. “I thought you were set up for the night.”
“What? Um no, I’m gonna skip the club, but is it okay if I get a lift back to mine when you’re ready?” she checks. She lives on the same street as Jackson, so it’s a reasonable request. He looks amused.
“Jeongguk finally run out of energy then?” he teases her. She blushes, avoiding all of your eyes. “We’re nowhere near finished with this game so I’m not gonna be going for a while yet,” he admits. “How about you go cuddle up with your little toy boy and I text you when I’m leaving?” he teases gently.
“Okay,” she mutters, shooting a quick glance at you to check whether you’re okay with this plan. You don’t notice at first, because you’re busy watching Namjoon’s arms surreptitiously, as he pulls some snacks across the table to distribute among the players. You feel her looking at you and catch her eye to indicate you’re fine with whatever she’s doing, if she says nothing about you perving on Namjoon just now, to which she indicates immediate compliance. Wow, ‘the telepathy is real’ you think to yourself, laughing internally.
You all play companionably for another hour or so, during which time you notice that Namjoon is getting more and more flirty with you. However, he is equally obviously trying to resist his own urges. Consequently, he ends up accidentally playing ‘come here, go away’ with you, until you’re dying for the others to leave so you can tell him you’ve finished with Yoongi. Jimin and Hoseok somehow steal the final round, shocking themselves more than the rest of you, and Jackson starts getting ready to leave. You possess your soul in patience, knowing that Namjoon won’t head to bed until everyone is sorted. Ruby fails to materialise, despite Jackson’s texts so he taps on Jeongguk’s bedroom door then sticks his head in to check on them.
“Both dead to the world,” he reports. “Guess she’ll have to find her own way home, but hey I tried. Anyway it’ll be light in a few hours.” Namjoon raises his eyebrows wryly, sighs and sees Jackson out. When he turns back from the door, you’re watching him fondly.
He tries to ask if you’re okay but you jump him. His arms automatically go around you and he starts to kiss you back, but then he makes himself pull away.
“Wait, wait, wait! What about…” he panics.
“Yoongi? Turns out he’s really not so keen on the whole relationship thing,” you confess. Namjoon looks taken aback and slightly skeptical. “No really,” you
clarify. “I mean why would he wait around for me to suck his dick, when there are plenty of contenders for that particular job?”
“Oh...I’m…I’m sorry,” he murmurs. You shrug. “I’m okay,” you tell him, sliding your hand up his arm and stepping closer. “At least now I know.”
“Um…Y/N?” he whispers. “Are you sure you want to…?” you interrupt him by pressing your lips against his, closing your eyes and drawing him into your kiss, feeling his hesitation melt away as his arms come back up to cuddle you against his chest. “Can we go into your room?” he asks softly. “Uh-huh,” you tell him, taking his hand to pull him after you. He follows you meekly into your bedroom, with his head down, probably struggling with his conscience a little. But by the time you close the door he seems to have resolved his issues somewhat because he tilts his head cockily and plays with his bottom lip as he watches you drift around, turning the lights on.
“Come here,” he tells you, his voice low but commanding. You’d forgotten how sexy Namjoon can be. In fact it had been part of the reason you’d stopped hanging out with him last summer, worried you wouldn’t be able to resist him for much longer and might make a decision you’d regret. Now you have every intention of making that decision anyway, so you step towards him with a smile on your lips. He grabs you the second he can reach you and pulls you against him.
“I said come here!” he insists, grinding his slender hips against yours and nipping your bottom lip.
“Ooh okay mister bossy,” you tease him. You throw your arms around his neck and slip your tongue into his mouth. He reciprocates immediately, kissing you back and running his hands up your sides to embrace you. You tempt him over to your bed with kisses and caresses – he looks smitten, and your heart gives a jolt as you realise exactly what you’ve been missing out on with Yoongi. You pull back the covers and sit on the edge of your bed, catching Namjoon’s hands in yours again and guiding them to your body. He fondles you with a look of unbridled lust, then undresses himself, without breaking eye contact with you.
You stare as you finally get a good look at his bare chest and note that he is toned beyond what you’d idly speculated. You automatically reach out and stroke him and a smirk pulls at his lips. He kisses you again, gently but impatiently undressing you as he does so. He gathers you in his arms and you can feel the subtle strength in him as he lays you down under him and climbs between your legs. You wrap your legs up around his waist, letting him thrust himself inside you and making you gasp with pleasure. He grunts, verbalising his own desire for you in hitched breathing and the occasional strangled groan.
You cling to him, scratching your fingernails down his back and matching his hip thrusts with your own, until you feel an orgasm start to rush through you. He must sense it as well, because he pauses and then starts to pump his hips faster, making his thrusts deeper until you think you’re going to explode.
“Oh! Namjoon!!” you moan, trying to hold yourself back. He responds by biting your neck and upping his speed just that touch more that you need until an orgasm rocks you, making your legs spasm and forcing one more scream from you.
You try not to go limp as your body is wracked with orgasmic shivers, clinging to him until his hips jerk. This time it’s he who moans and you feel his jizz, warm and sticky, spurt up inside you in jets. He collapses by your side, panting for breath, with his arm flung above his head and his eyes closed. He still has a cheeky grin plastered across his face and you lean across and kiss him.
“Mmmm I needed that,” he sighs, chest still heaving from his exertions. “I’m kinda jealous that Yoongi’s been getting some of that when it should have been me the whole time.” You laugh and smack him lightly on the shoulder, and he cuddles you to him and settles to drift off to sleep.
“You can’t sleep here Namjoon-oppa!” you tell him, alarmed. You try to pull him upright, but he just overpowers you and pulls you back by his side.
“Just a nap,” he bargains. “I don’t want to end this yet.” You know you should insist but it’s such a lovely difference from Yoongi’s unwillingness to share himself that you cave and curl into Namjoon’s embrace, letting yourself drift into sleep.
