Full Switch

A Reminder💦 91

 You hurried down the stairs into the kitchen to grab a drink before heading out for the day. You had shuffled through your closet that morning and picked something you hadn't worn before since Seokjin insisted on buying your clothes these days. It was comfortable and you knew you looked good, you could feel Namjoon's eyes on you from where he sat at the table. Sure, the top was pretty much see through and the bralette under it was lace, the pants essentially painted on to your skin but - you felt hot.

You opened the fridge and bent over, maybe a bit farther than necessary, knowing he was still watching you and smiling to yourself. You stood with a bottle of iced coffee and closed the fridge, turning away.

"Baby girl," Namjoon's voice finally said, deep and flat. "Where do you think you're going dressed like that?" You turned to face him, the look in his eyes making you instantly nervous.

"Um...class?" You said. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes squinting just a little bit.

"Is that so?" He stood slowly from the table and you were frozen in place, the bottle gripped in your hand, your heart rate speeding up a little. "You're showing an awful lot of skin today baby. The college boys might get the wrong idea." His voice was measured, slow, and he stepped around the table toward you.

"I - I just-" you stuttered, looking up at him as he approached nervously.

"It's fine baby," he said, shrugging. "I'm not going to tell you to change. You can wear whatever you want." He was standing right in front of you now, his eyes roving over your body making you feel naked in front of him, as you shifted your weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. "But..." He raised a hand and slowly trailed it up your arm to your shoulder, dipping along the edge of our shirt and tracing your collarbone, sending a shiver through you.

"But?" You asked, looking up at him as his thumb brushed over your sternum, his tongue moistening his lips, eyes heavily lidded,

"But if you're going to dress like this, I'm going to need to send you off with a reminder that you aren't available." His fingers traced over your throat and your breath hitched and then he was leaning in, hand cupping your jaw now as his lips found yours.

Namjoon wasn't giving out soft and sweet kisses today, his mouth was claiming you, enveloping yours, impressing upon you his ownership. His hand slid over you possessively, fingers digging into your flesh as his body crowded in on yours, pressing closer. You felt light headed and short of breath as he forced your lips apart with his own and filled your mouth with his tongue, being sure you would still taste him later. He pressed you against the table as his hand groped at your chest, and although you were trying to be quiet you failed then as his thumb flicked your nipple through your clothes, inhaling sharply with a little whimper.

"Wh-what are you gonna do?" You asked as he pushed his hand down the front of your pants, his fingers teasing you over your underwear for a moment. "Ah - I'm g-gonna be late for class..."

"I just need a minute baby," he cooed, fingers slipping beneath your underwear now. "If baby wants to dress like this when she goes to school and put it all on display, I just need to make sure." With his other hand he tugged your top to the side and dropped his mouth to the crux of your shoulder and neck, covering the skin with his mouth. You inhaled sharply as he began to mark your skin harshly, his fingers rubbing at your wet clit.

His body pressed against yours, mouth on your skin, hand stimulating your heat, you stared up at the ceiling, struggling to breathe evenly. You arched into his touch, your hand coming up to grip his shoulder, the solidity of him beneath your touch grounding you. When he deemed your throat appropriately marked he pulled back and licked teasingly at your bottom lip then smirked. He pushed your pants down just enough for you to widen your stance a bit at his encouraging. He bent his knees and you gasped as you felt his hard cock pushing between your legs, his hand guiding the head into you. You leaned back against the table, gripping the wood with one hand, your other holding tightly to his arm.