Namjoon fan fiction
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Y/n decides she wants to celebrate her birthday alone this year and decides to go out to a bar.
After a few drinks, she meets a mysterious, yet
mesmerizing man. He may appear...
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The car ride from the club seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. After being manhandled once again and tossed into his car, Namjoon hopped in the driver's seat and took off, not even bothering to check if anyone was behind him. He was driving so fast that you were sure all four tires came off the road at one point.
"Buckle your seatbelt." He spat at you through gritted teeth as he navigated the car through the city. You were both scared and turned on as you reached to click the seatbelt across your lap.
"I don't know why you're so angry. All I did was have a conversation with a guy. Jimin didn't do anything wro-"
With one swift motion, Namjoon took a handful of your hair, craning your head back slowly, cutting you off mid sentence.
"Don't talk about another man to me, princess." He growled under his breath, never taking his eyes from the road.
You felt your core tighten at the intensity in his voice, your breathing becoming uneven.
"Yes sir."
He released his grip from your hair as he continued down the busy streets. After what seemed like a split second, Namjoon pulled into his driveway and brought the car to an abrupt halt.
He pushed the button on your seatbelt, sending it flying from across your waist. You decided to hop out of the car before he had a chance to throw you over his shoulder again.
He met you on your side of the car as you were closing your door. He was so close that it made you nervous. You backed away from him until your back touched the car.
"Trapped." He breathed as he looked down at you. He brought his hand to your throat slowly, squeezing lightly. You closed your eyes and moaned at the feeling of his touch.
Namjoon chuckled lowly as he eyed your outfit. "Trying to show off what's mine, huh?"
"No sir." You managed to squeak.
Namjoon brought his lips to yours suddenly, his hand still wrapped around your throat. His kiss was needy and angry. He was mad at you. He wanted to punish you. And that's exactly what he intended to do.
You felt his other hand snake around your waist, pulling you up off of the ground. His hand left your throat to wrap your legs around his torso. You gasped as the air rushed back into your lungs, briefly separating your lips from his.
"Such a bad girl."
Your back leaned against the car while Namjoon had you wrapped around him. He kept his hand on your thigh, holding you steady while his other hand found its way between the two of you. Your eyes widened as you felt your dress slowly riding up to your ass.
"Namjoon, we're outside!" You hissed.
He chuckled under his breath. "Careful baby. Don't want to wake the neighbors, do you?"
