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Namjoon

It's only a crime if you get caught...

"You cold, baby?" Namjoon raises his eyebrows as he plops down in the chair next to you at the lunch table, throwing down his stuff.

"A little. I swear it's fifty degrees out and the school still turns on the AC."

"You have me." Namjoon gives you a suggestive smile, putting his arm on the back of your chair and leaning in. "I'm your own personal heat box."

You roll your eyes, averting your gaze to find Jin standing above you, an amused look on his perfect face. "Can I sit and eat without barfing now?"

You nod quickly, clearing your stuff so he can sit down before leaning forward. "So... how are you?" You try to start conversation, suddenly interested in him as Namjoon's hand trails possessively down the arc of your spine.

"I'm good. Tired from classes, but fine. And yourself? How's Namjoon treatin' you?"

"Oh you know." You shoot a wan look behind your back, Namjoon conveniently looking the other way though he's obviously listening. "Just so teasing as ever."

Jin laughs and two of your other friends show up to keep the awkwardness to a minimum, engaging him in conversation as one of them gives you a thin look, noticing how straight your posture is and how disturbing it becomes when she realizes that she can't see either of Namjoon's hands.

Namjoon's fingers tap a slow pattern up and down the bottom of your thighs as he begins speaking to no one in particular, just cresting the hemline of your skirt before drifting back down to your knee cap. You're rendered speechless at his boldness, used to this adventurous side of him behind locks and wood, but here there are no doors. Only the loudness of a thousand other teenagers that he pretends doesn't exist as his hand skates just under the fabric of your skirt.

"It's so warm out today.." He trails his hand up your thigh, completely destroying your ability to make idle chat with the small gesture. Tingles run up your spine and down your arms, getting goosebumps. "Good thing _______ wore a skirt or I'm sure she'd be sweating." He shoots you an amused glance, the wet of his tongue flashing between his plump lips for a second as he stares at you.

"It's like fifty degrees outside." One of my friends interrupts him. "How are you two warm?"

"It just feels so..." Namjoon sighs, as if he has to think before replying. "Hot and sticky in here." He cocks his head at you, an evil grin ghosting on his lips. "Right, ____"

"Namjoon." You shake your head minutely. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You were drooling over Mr. Flower Boy." Namjoon's dark eyes swing to Seokjin before meeting back with yours. "But you're mine_____. Do you not remember the other night? The toy I bought just for you? Only for you?"

Your cheeks inflame at the mention of it again, wetting your panties as your mind drifts into the memory of how much pleasure he'd given you and how sore your throat was the day after. Voice so raspy you had to tell your friends you were sick and lost the ability to speak as Namjoon just smiled teasingly at you from afar.

"I remember." You say slowly, getting closer so you can whisper the words in a heated seethe. "But can't you wait to stake your claim until later? Behind closed doors?"

"I don't think I can." He murmurs, words laced with faux regret. "I bet if I were to touch you right now, your panties would be very wet."

"Are you going to find out?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I just might." He answers vaguely, squeezing your thigh and causing you to jump at the erogenous contact.

"So _____." Jin averts your attention from Namjoon to him. "You never answered my question: how are you?"

Oh, just perfect timing.

You open your lips to speak when Namjoon scoots closer next to you, his fingers trailing like feathers over your heat. A strangled sound escapes your parted lips and Jin's eyebrows furrow at the odd sound before you choke out a few words.

"Good. I'm- I'm great. You?"

"Awe baby, you're stuttering. Are you still cold?" Namjoon asks , teasing you relentlessly as his fingers pinch the very inside of your thigh gently, a slight friction on your clit causing you to jolt, taking the excuse and running.

"Yeah. I guess a little."

Namjoon smiles, happy you're playing along with him before hoisting you up into his lap, heat radiating from him to you in waves. "There we go. Let me warm you up." He gives Jin a look, covered with innocence as his eyes dilate with sin and lust. Your eyes flutter, vision blurring with dread and anticipation as Namjoon rubs soothing circles into you, as if he's reassuring you and making you insane in the same gesture.

In the corner you're glad as hell no one can see what he's doing, and you're sure that the people on the other side of the table are blocking any view from beneath. What was the harm? After all he was doing a good job of making you warm...

You shake in your position on him, earning a low growl when you grind against his crotch. "Careful there." He warns. "We don't want things to get too hot." Namjoon pushes your panties aside with one nimble finger, swiping up against your clit to feel your dripping arousal on his fingers.

A large grin is your reward for obeying him, dimples and all showing as he nuzzles into your shoulder. "I wish we were alone." He groans quietly, putting the tip of his finger into my wet entrance before removing it again. "I want to hear how I'm making you feel."

"Good." You say, half unconscious with disbelief and half high with pleasure. "You're making me feel so good, Namjoon."

He hums against your skin, the sound sinking straight through the fabric and to your core as you writhe atop him more, trying to get his finger inside of your throbbing need. He shakes his head against you, pinching your clit harshly in command to stay still.

"Whatever you two are doing over there looks awfully dirty." Your friend speaks up, her lips curled in disgust and her eyes scrutinizing every inch of your conjoined bodies.

"We aren't doing anything." Namjoon says quickly and calmly, giving her a long look until she throws away her suspicions and gets out her phone.

The roar of the cafeteria is almost becoming deaf to your ears, solely focusing on the deep sound of Namjoon's breathing and of controlling your own sounds. You know that if this was behind a closed door- with your back on the bed and legs spread for him- you'd already be begging him to give you something. That you'd be twisting and arching and moaning his name to try and make him bury his thickness inside of you.

Like a mind reader, Namjoon screws a long finger into your clenched tunnel, feeling his teeth sink into your shoulder at how damn tight you are clenching around him with pleasure. You grip onto the table with white knuckles to try and channel your need to moan towards something else, feeling a satisfying hardness press against your bottom as you move.

"Namjoon..." You gasp, gripping the soft tendrils of his hair and pulling his face up to look at you. "We can't. I- if you keep going I'm gonna-"

"What?" He quirks a perfectly shaped brow, lips pushing out in resistance. He adds a second finger into you, stretching you out. "Does this not feel good?" He rams his fingers into you so hard you're forced back against his chest, whimpering lightly at the painful bliss.

"Too good." You hiss, hips moving in tandem to his movements of their own accord. "It feels too good, Namjoon." Your voice is thin and high, drowning in panic of him stopping and in panic of him going on.

"You're right." He sighs suddenly, pulling out of you quickly, leaving you needy and empty so suddenly. "We can wait until later." He brings one finger to his mouth, keeping direct eye contact as he licks the tip of his finger and smiles brightly at the taste of you.

"It's insane how good you taste, baby doll. It's only been two days and I felt like I was going through withdrawals."

You blush lightly, Namjoon smoothing the hair behind your ear as it falls to curtain your chagrin. "So pretty." He murmurs, a loud cough breaking our gaze as a shadow is cast above the lunch table. All of the kids are beginning to get up, and by the vacant chairs you assume the bell rang and the both of you just hadn't heard.

"Did everybody go to class?" You say even though you know the answer.

"You're lucky if they'll come back." She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. "Just because it's cold doesn't mean you can have sex in front of a thousand people without one of them noticing."

"Uh! Ah! No- we weren't doing-"

"Save it." She grabs her math book and shakes her head, an amused look sprinkled in her features. "Your excuses and your love life for somewhere more private. I think I'm scarred for life."

You hit Namjoon as she's walking away, straightening your hair and making a move to get up when a long arm of Namjoon holds you in place, a foxy smile on his thick lips as he looks at you. "But you're so warm now." He says by way of excuse, the wetness uncomfortable in your panties as you countdown the hours until you can get out and fix the issue.

"Yeah." You laugh sarcastically by way of agreement. "A little too hot..."