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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Before you had a chance to answer him, Namjoon's hands had snaked around your waist, pulling you off the ground and wrapping your legs around him. His lips met yours with a sense of need and passion that had you moaning into his soft lips.
He carried you upstairs, kicking his bedroom door open in one swift motion as the two of you entered. You squinted your eyes tight, bracing yourself to be thrown on the bed. It always excited you, but you still couldn't get used to it completely.
You waited, but it never came. Instead, you felt as Namjoon gently leaned over the side of the bed, placing you softly against the mattress. Your eyes flew open in shock as he pulled away from you. You expected to see eyes full of lust staring back at you, but it was something totally different.
Love.
"Joon, is everything okay?" You asked, suddenly afraid that things would be different now that the two of you were more than just two people casually having sex.
Namjoon hesitated as his eyes travelled over your body. He reached for the top button on your blouse and slowly began undoing them. He was being careful. Taking his time with you. He looked back up at you as his hand continued it's work.
"It couldn't be any more perfect, baby girl."
You blushed at his words and hid your face. You were happier than you could explain. However, it didn't change the fact that you wanted Namjoon to be rough with you tonight. You had been too excited about that to let it go out the window. So you were gonna have to push.
"So, I guess this means you're gonna be a softie from now on? No more showing me who's in charge?" You ran a finger over his bottom lip before taking his chin into your grip. His eyes scanned your face to see where you were going with this.
"Guess I was in charge all along, huh?" You felt yourself beginning to get carried away, enjoying making him feel pressured in the moment.
A small grin began to form across Namjoon's lips.
"Should I even call you sir anymo-"
You words were cut off sharply as he brought a hand to your throat, cutting off your oxygen supply immediately. He brought his other hand to your hip and ran a hand gently up your side, both of his hands in stark contrast to one other. Your body shuddered at his touch.
His hand travelled up your side, just barely grazing over your breast. His fingers dipped into your bra and across your nipple, causing you to moan inaudibly.
You brought your eyes to meet Namjoon's. The look of love was gone. His eyes were hooded and dark, ready to punish you.
"Careful princess." He whispered, slightly tightening his grip on your throat. "I'm still in charge here."
You bit your bottom lip and grinned, excited for his sudden attitude shift. You were ready to be punished.
Namjoon jerked harshly on your blouse, sending the rest of the buttons flying across the room as he ripped your shirt open the rest of the way. Following suit, he pulled your skirt down below your ass until he slipped it off of you completely.
