The Switch

Yours

Namjoon carried you back to his bedroom after your bath, placing you gently on his bed. You crawled under his covers which were coated in his intoxicating scent, feeling his soft, silk sheets against your exposed body. You felt well rested and relaxed after being taken care of so wonderfully. Your thoughts slowly began to fade with exhaustion.

"Y/n."

Your eyes snapped open as Namjoon's voice flowed through your ears. He had put on a pair of gray sweatpants but remained shirtless. His toned body radiated in the soft moonlight shining through the bedroom window. You came to realize that this man would never cease to have you in complete awe of his beauty. He sat on the edge of the bed next to you and brought one hand to your cheek, caressing it lightly.

"You never gave me an answer, princess."

Your mind suddenly rushed back to his one condition for the two of you seeing each other again. You could only be his, and no one else's. But what did that mean? Was he asking you to be his girlfriend? Or was this simply you being off limits to anyone else, sexually?

"That's because I haven't made up my mind." You replied quietly. "Not that I have anyone else that I want to fuck, it's just...I'm not sure if I completely understand."

"I'm saying I want us to do this again. And again. Whenever we want to. But only with each other." He purred, leaning closer to your face. He placed a soft, yet passionate kiss on your lips, causing you to moan quietly. He pulled back from you slowly, hand still cupping your cheek.

"I only want you to cum for me."

You stared up at him, your body beginning to buzz at his words."So are you asking me to like, be your girlfriend?"

"No." He replied firmly. "Just sex."

Your heart sank at his answer and you weren't sure why. You didn't know this man and he didn't know you. Why did you feel so disappointed?

"I don't get into relationships. I don't have girlfriends. I have women that I fuck and then I move on, nothing more."

Namjoon's eyes were soft, yet serious. As if sensing your disappointment, he tilted his head slightly, giving you a half smile. "But you've somewhat changed that. I only want to fuck you for...well, however long we want to."

Your mouth hung open slightly at his brutal honesty. Any time you had been with someone, you almost always ended up in a relationship with them. Not that you expected to be in a relationship with Namjoon after this, but what he was asking of you was crazy. Wasn't it?

"I-.." you started but were cut of by Namjoon getting up from the bed abruptly. He walked over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers, pulling out a silver, metallic object. It was hard for you to see in the dark room, so you propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better view. Namjoon turned to look at you.

"Yes? You were saying?"

You caught a glimpse of what was in his hands as he turned more towards you. It was a pair of silver handcuffs, laced with dark, purple fur around the restraints. Your eyes widened as you felt your core tighten. You immediately made eye contact with him. His lips had curved into a smirk as if he knew what was going through your mind.

You cleared your throat quietly. "I just don't know if I can agree to something like that."

"Oh?" Namjoon said, walking toward you slowly. Your eyes lowered back to his hands, now fully able to see the handcuffs. Your gaze shifted as your eyes met his once again. He smirked at your reaction.

"That's too bad baby. If you had agreed, I was gonna put these pretty bracelets on you." He teased. You licked your lips as your imagination ran rampant.

Namjoon leaned on the bed, hovering over your body. You gasped at his sudden movement on the bed, making you refocus your attention on him.

"You see, our fun earlier was just a little taste." He whispered. He drug the handcuffs lightly across your abdomen, causing you to jump at how cold they were.

"But if you were mine...only mine...I'd give you all of me. And you might not be able to handle it."

His breath hit your lips lightly as his eyes traveled down your body. The soft look in his eyes were long gone, now replaced with the dark, hungry look that had become familiar to you. It sent chills down your spine. And it excited you.

You looked up as your eyes met his and smirked.
"Try me."

Namjoon felt his cock harden at your bratty words. He licked his lips and tossed the handcuffs onto the bed beside you before gripping the back of your neck, bringing the upper half of your body up from the bed. His other hand pushed into the mattress beside you, holding himself up. You gasped at his rough movements as your hand instinctively grabbed his bicep to try and steady yourself.

His eyes, laced with lust, stared into yours while making you feel incredibly powerless beneath him.

"Don't push me, baby. I'm not gonna fuck you again until you say yes."

You pondered his proposition. As long as you were only his, he was only yours. He had admitted that he was only ever with one woman at a time. Even if it wasn't a romantic relationship, it was some sort of relationship, right? Fuck it.

"What happens if I say yes?" You teased, bringing your finger to his bare chest and tracing slowly down his toned abdomen. His body shuddered at your touch, letting out an almost inaudible groan.

Namjoon's grip on the back of your neck tightened slightly causing you to bite your lip in pleasure.

"Say yes and I won't just tell you. I'll show you." He growled.

Your pussy clenched at his words, feeling nothing but desire to feel him inside of you again.

"Okay." You brought your lips only inches away from his before quietly whispering into them. "I'm yours."