The Switch

Caught

You slipped back into the semi-empty hallway, unnoticed by the few bystanders that were too tipsy or too caught up in trying to go home with someone to see where you had come from.

You heard the door to the janitor's closet open once more but kept yourself from turning around. You could feel Namjoon's stare burning into your exposed back, but you wanted him to think you hadn't seen him.

Your heart raced as you thought of ways to get this beautiful man completely riled up. You wanted him mad. You wanted him to punish you. You wanted him to angry fuck you. At least, you think you did. There was also the possibility that you wanted to make that dominance disappear as you made him completed submissive to you. You honestly didn't know which one excited you more. This was all so new to you compared to what you normally did in your past sex life.

Lost in thought as you began to weave throughout the now much larger crowd in the main area of the club, you felt a large hand wrap around the small of your back. You were quickly spun around to face Namjoon who's eyes were consumed with frustration, hunger, and...excitement?

"Are you sure you wanna play this game, y/n?" he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

Chills ran all over your body as the music began to fade from your ears. All of the other people inside of the club seemed to disappear, leaving you feeling as if it were just the two of you in the middle of the dance floor. You contemplated giving up this charade and going home with him right now. But you quickly decided against it once you thought of how much better it might be for you in the long run.

You smirked up at him. "I don't know what you're talking about, sir."

The corner of his lip twitched up into a half smile at the word. You looked down and noticed the growing bulge forming in his pants. He was rock hard and ready to ravage you.

"Happy to see me baby?" You said in a teasing voice, glancing down at his pants.

Namjoon suddenly tightened his grip on your waist and brought your body against his. You gasped at the swift motion. You looked up and locked eyes with him, immediately feeling your face flush.

His eyes were hooded and his breathing was heavy. "I said. don't. tease. me."

You placed your hands on his chest, feeling how toned it was even through his clothes. You slowly traced your finger down his stomach until you came to a stop at the top of his pants. Namjoon seemed to be holding his breath as you did this, waiting to see your next move.

You leaned up to his ear and slowly exhaled with a quiet moan, causing him to look around, biting his lip in clear frustration.

"I've already said I'm not teasing you. I just wanted a drink." You whispered in his ear before lightly pushing your body from his. You sashayed through the waves of people moving relentlessly to the music playing, hoping he wasn't hot on your trail.

You finally made it to the bar and sat down quietly, glancing around to see if there was any sign of Namjoon anywhere. You turned back in your chair and ordered a glass of water to start this game of cat and mouse. As you glanced across the bar, you locked eyes with that familiar glare that made your core tighten with excitement.

Namjoon was sitting there with a now full glass of water while his index finger traced the rim slowly, never taking his eyes off of you. His eyes dripped with lust as if he were a predator with his prey in sight. Your first instinct was to flirt from across the bar, but you decided to tease him another way.

You spun slowly in your chair until your back was facing Namjoon completely. You imagined the smirk that must have crossed his beautiful thick lips as he watched you.

You started to reach for your glass as another man approached you slowly. He wasn't your type, but his body language told you that you were his. A subtle yet unsettling smirk rested on his lips as he spoke.

"Now what's a beautiful girl like you, doing here all alone?" He said as his eyes ran all over your body.

You felt disgust wash over you as he took a step closer before sitting in the seat next to you. He was sweaty and smelled strongly of alcohol.

"How do you know I'm alone?" You responded firmly. You wanted him to get the hint without you having to come right out and tell him to leave you alone.

"Because no man in his right mind would leave a girl this magnificent all by her lonesome," he said as he reached his hand to your leg. You started to push his hand away but his grip tightened before you could get him off of you. "And because I've been watching you. You sat down alone, ordered a drink, and turned to look through the crowd for someone to talk to." He said in a lowered tone.

You felt a ball of anxiety begin to form in the pit of your stomach. No longer caring about the game you two had been playing, you looked over your shoulder desperately as your eyes searched for Namjoon. He was nowhere to be found. His empty seat haunted you as his glass of water remained.

"Looking for rescue? I don't think you want to do that, sweetheart. I've done some pretty bad things to girls even prettier than you." The man growled as he leaned closer to your ear, hand snaking it's way further up your dress. Your breathing began to increase as you felt panic taking over. You closed your eyes tightly, hoping someone would notice what this man was doing to you.

You suddenly felt his hand disappear as it was ripped from your thigh, a loud crash following. Your eyes whipped open to find the man laid completely over the bar with a very angry Namjoon standing over him, breathing heavily. Glass was everywhere and alcohol dripped to the floor. You stared at Namjoon intensely.

"Touch her again and I'll fucking kill you." He spat his words at the man now laying helpless on the bar in front of you. You stood slowly and stepped closer to Namjoon before placing a hand on his forearm. He snapped his head towards you as if he had been pulled out of a trance. You couldn't help but be completely turned on by his actions and his demeanor.

"You okay baby?" There was a hint of concern in his voice as his eyes scanned over you, searching for any sign of harm. You bit your lip at the sound of the pet name. You wanted him now. You were willing to end any kind of game you had started and admit defeat.

"I'm fine. Thank you for saving me." You said with a smile as you looked up at the handsome man before you. "I guess this means you caught me."

Namjoon's face showed brief confusion before realizing what you meant. He smirked and ran one hand through your hair before grabbing a fistful, craning your neck back slowly and gently.

"Guess so. Now be a good girl and meet me outside." He whispered into your neck as his other hand touched at your hip playfully.

"Yes sir."