My lover(sequel to My Host; namjin)

Namjoon

After paying for our food to the rude ass flirty waitress that tried to slip Jin her number-though he denied it- I drag him out and back to the safely of the hotel. He finds my anger and jealousy hilarious but I can't see the amusement. Seriously. Jerk.
Hoseok called me during our meal and let me know that Yoongi and Jimin agreed to come down. Their flight will be in tomorrow morning thankfully. I know Jin misses Jimin even though he hasn't mentioned him once. He considered him a little brother or son.
Returning to the room, Jin plops down on the sofa and closes his eyes. I take a moment to admire his beauty before imposing myself on him once more to his annoyance. His eyes open to find me right in front of his face, lips an inch apart. He tries to jerk back only to be held still by the sofa. I crowd him even more and he puts his hand on my chest.
"What are you doing? Stop." He demands.
"I'm not doing anything. I'm not even touching you." I whisper, letting my breath fan over his soft pink lips. "I have another job for you." I smile suddenly and he looks at me suspiciously-and for good reason. I'm definitely up to no good.
I pull him to his feet and rush us to my bedroom, pushing him on the bed. I pull out a large bag with clothing inside-if you could really call it that. He takes the bag cautiously and peaks inside only to pale and throw it back at me.
"What the fuck, Namjoon! I'm not wearing that!" He stands up and begins having an impressive hissy fit. I sit back and wait for him to chill out. I'll admit-it's a shitty move on my part, us now being 'friends' and all but...it's still me. I can't change that easily and we do have a contract...why not take advantage? Not like I've never seen it before...
"You're crazy if you think I'm having sex with you!" He yells, kicking the bag across the room.
"I never said anything about sex." I say calmly and smugly. He pauses and eyes me.
"Then what's the damn point?!" He tries to understand the situation.
"You're a model-I want you to model then for me." I shrug, rather simple, really.
"So you want me to put that shit on...just to take pictures of me?! No way! I don't want anyone to see me in that!" He denies vigorously.
"I wouldn't give them to anyone, God, Jin! I'm not that bad. Please...as my friend...if you won't sleep with me then give me something! Come on..." I pout and pull him into my arms. He tenses for a moment before letting himself relax. He sighs deeply and looks back at the bag.
"Why do you even have those?" He asks, disgusted.
"I'm not sure actually...a girl that tried to get with me awhile ago gave them to me for 'incentive', I suppose you could say, but I didn't take the bait and honestly just forgot about them. I figured since it's your job to actually model...why not get some use out of them?" I explain.
He looks at me like I'm crazy. "I'm not a girl! I model men's clothes! Find a female model for this shit!"
"I don't want a female model, I want you." I mumble, burying my face in his sweet neck.
"This isn't what friends do, Joon-ah." He whispers, swallowing hard. A shiver runs down my spine when he calls my name like that.
"Please. I'm only asking because I know how fucking sexy you look and feel in such an outfit." I praise, licking his neck softly. He shudders and tries to break free to no avail.
"That was only once! And we were together then...now there would be no point." He repeats stubbornly.
"Oh, there's a point baby...just much lower down than you're used to." I tease, sucking a hickey on the back on his neck. He yelps and elbows me in the stomach, moving away from me. His face is red and flushed, lips puffy and red just begging to be kissed...by me. "Besides, I didn't want to have to pull this card but the contract you signed said anything I wanted. I want this so put it on. Just think of it as another job, baby." I say. He glares down at the floor for a good two minutes.
"Fine. Just one outfit and you can take five pictures. That's it and don't ask me again and never talk about it again." He compromises. I nod fiercely, honestly shocked he came around so fast. I thought I'd have to spend all night convincing him until he agreed just to get rid of me.
I rummage through the bag and pull out my favorite one. A sexy maid outfit complete with black and white corset, puffy super short black skirt, and a pair of white thigh high stalkings. He glares at my choice.
"I hate you." He groans, taking it from my hand. Excitement fills me as he enters the bathroom to change. Fuck yes! It's going to be so hard not to touch but fuck...so worth it...

He returns ten minutes later as I wait on the bed. My jaw drops at the sight of the God before me. Licking my lips, I motion for him to get on the bed. He rolls his eyes but otherwise does as I ask.
Getting up on his knees, he waits for me to continue giving direction. Pulling out a fucking expensive camera I thought I'd never actually use-I make sure to get him at every angle he'll let me. I ask him to turn around and can't resist smacking his plump perfect ass making him jump and moan.
We both freeze at the sound as the air around us seems to shift. Since he didn't yell at me, I do it again but this time let my fingers linger on his skin, trailing down the back of his thigh to flick his stalkings. He shudders before pulling himself back up. As soon as he turns to scold me-I kiss him. Just cut off his words as I invade his mouth.
Thankfully he doesn't slap me or even stop me but instead pulls me closer and deepens the kiss on his own. I fall down on top of his glorious body and take my time feeling every inch of him before placing my palm over his leaking erection. The lacy black panties I included in the set soaked with precum.
I devour his mouth as he tries to breath. "Ugh....J-Joonie...s-stop..." he moans in the best way. "I d-don't want t-this..."
I move my lips down his neck and suck on the sensitive spot I know will drive him insane. "Do you really want me to, baby?" I whisper, sucking lightly on the delicious skin visible.
He gasps as my hand slips under the panties and pumps him. "Ah! Uh...ugh...p-please..." he pants, head thrown back, mouth wide open with lust.
I suck on his tongue before climbing down his body and ripping the corset right down the middle. He chokes from the suddenness of my force and cold air on his chest-nipples hardening. I tease his sensitive buds before going down and taking his erection into my mouth and sucking on his tip.
He sits up and wraps his legs around my shoulders as I start to really work-letting his head hit the back of my throat. My eyes water from the force and lack of air but I don't give a shit. All that matters is pleasing this gorgeous angel under me. My hands slide up his covered thighs and push them apart so I can trail my tongue down to his balls and little pink hole, shoving the panties to the side.
"J-Joonie! Ugh....nghnn" he screams as I lick around his tight hole, stretching him gently adding a finger to the mix.
"That's it baby...just let go and let me take care of you..." I groan at his taste and push in a second finger to prepare him. He's far gone from the pleasure and I know I have him. I lift up and strip myself naked in record time and line myself up with his ass. Covering my dick with saliva, I push inside and just about cum from how tight he still is.
It's been awhile for me and I know for him, too. I had thought he'd been sleeping with Mark but there's no way with how tight he is. He feels like a virgin. My virgin. I stop and let myself regain control before thrusting in one hard motion. He screams so loud I'm sure they could hear downstairs and wraps his thighs around my hips.
Taking hold of his waist, I use his body as leverage to pound into him in rapid powerful thrusts that quickly send us both to the edge. "Fuck...Jinnie...I l-love you..." I groan loudly, taking his lips in a hungry punishing kiss. "Tell me you love me, too."
I stroke him along with my thrusts and his body arches off the bed before he yells out his release, cumming all over my hand and his stomach. "Ahhh! I l-love you, t-too.." he groans, too lost in pleasure to protest or fight it.
Pulling out, I roll him over, slipping back inside easily from how wet he is and continue to thrust my hips into his soft ass clinching around me until I'm shooting my own milky load into his limp body. Gasping and sweating, I collapse onto his back and hold him to me close so he can't move. He doesn't struggle against me but instead just seems to breath evenly under me.
I kiss his shoulders and back in little soft kisses before moving off him. His eyes stare ahead, avoiding eye contact as my fingers brush his sweaty hair out of his lovely face.
He's going to hate me tomorrow...