FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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"Joon.."

A breathless moan.

That's all I've been able to say for the last hour. Couple that with quiet mewls and groans and that's exactly what I've been hearing from my own mouth. It's three o'clock in the morning. Why am I being fucked like this?

Namjoon is holding my wrists together above my head. The heat of our bodies is overwhelming and I still want him closer. He's over me with my legs wrapped around his waist. His lips are so soft, so plush against mine.

I've come three times, this is the second position. Why is he like this? It's been an hour and I never want it to stop. He feels so good, so warm.

The intimacy of the hushed whispers of adoration and love have been giving me butterflies the whole time. Every deep vibration in his chest makes my heart skip. Every stroke is like I'm being pumped with the affirmations he's speaking.

"I love you, Lia." His voice is deep from the amount of sleep in it. Raspy from the lack of use tonight. Not much was said. We were roused from our sleep by the fire alarm and clung to each other outside. When we came in, we were tired but feeling the need to be closer, more intertwined.

Maybe it has something to do with what we talked about earlier. I told him about Isaac... the full extent. I couldn't keep it in anymore. I felt like it was my fault. I was keeping this secret from Namu and I didn't like it. Isaac's constant harassing isn't helping my case. I cried for thirty minutes while he held me.

As I expected, he's pissed. Beyond pissed. Namjoon is furious. I cried and begged him not to do anything. What if Isaac tells people? What if they think I had sex with him? I don't want anyone to know. I don't want anyone to look at me differently.

I can defend myself. I can protect myself.

Or maybe I just thought that I could. Maybe I can't. Maybe my word really does mean nothing.

Namjoon would beg to differ.

He's been filling me with words of love and reassurance. Making sure that I know regardless of what Isaac did, I'll always be in control. I'll always be fully loved by him. He'll always be here. He'll always protect me. Regardless of anything, he will always defend me.

Stripping from our clothes after the drill was quick. Him bending me over was sensual. Me pushing back on him... amazing. I almost made him nut after I came for the second time and he wasn't having it. He wanted more, he wanted to last longer.

He flipped me onto my back and that's where I've been. With a pillow under my lower back as he his strokes become sloppy and erratic.

"I love you, Namu."

At the words of reciprocity, I feel him go rigid inside of me. He fills me until he's empty. Out of breath and exhausted, Namjoon pulls out. He gets up to clean us both up before laying back down with me.

I rest in his arms as he pulls me closer. Attaching myself to his chest, I fall asleep almost immediately after him. This is my safest space. With him as his light snores fill the room.

My next time waking up, it's because of the laughter coming from outside of my room. My boyfriend's laugh is a distinctive one. So is the laughter of Mr. Torres.

I sit up and grab Namjoon's shirt to put on. I put on some shorts and grab all of my shower things. When I open my door, Xavier turns his head down my hall.

"Damn, Lia. Took you long enough." He remarks and I smack my teeth and flip him off. I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. It's a very long, hot one.