Innocent (NamJin) ✅

Chapter Eight

Jin's POV

I groaned quietly, rolling over in the bed I was in. But only the upper half of my body moved, seeing as my legs were entangled with someone else's. I gasped, sitting up straight.

Namjoon slowly opened his eyes and propped himself up by his elbow. I looked around at the unfamiliar room. It must be his. "What the fuck happened!?"

"I think you can figure out what happened, princess." I glanced at all of the clothes scattered across the floor. I felt a flush creep up my neck.

I remained silent. I grabbed my head as a headache ripped through my head. I blinked, suddenly remembering everything. "And before you go off on me. You said you wouldn't be mad." Namjoon added.

Flashback:

"I promise I won't be mad." I said, barging into an unfamiliar room. Namjoon looked up at me, his eyebrow raised. He didn't have a shirt on, since he was changing it. I ignored the view in front of me for now. He pulled the shirt on and buttoned it up, waiting for me to say something. But I didn't.

"Won't be mad for what, princess?" He finally asked.

"I need you to fuck me." I said bluntly. To say he looked surprised was an understatement.

"Are you drunk?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Oh come on, it's obvious you want to. And I really need it, cause I'd rather not have to resort to attacking someone like little Jungkook."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you own camps, no? I'm sure you don't really know how they actually work, so let me explain a few things. They train you, basically so your addicted to being fucked. And when you leave, your body isn't able to adjust to not having a dick for longer than a week. And it's been like...two for me. Unless your dick is up my ass in the next hour, I'll probably attack someone in this house like a rabid dog. So therefore, I need you to fuck me."

Namjoon stared at me, trying to see if I was lying or not, I could tell. "I promise I won't be mad. I'm not really in the right state of mind right now and when I wake I'll tomorrow it'll probably take me a little to remember exactly what'll happen. But I promise I won't be mad."

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise. Now fuck me." Well, that was probably the fastest reaction I'd ever gotten. As soon as I finished talking lips were on mine. Namjoon held my hips with his large hands, bringing them closer to his. I moaned into the kiss and he took that opportunity to let his tongue push against mine.

I let him take dominance over my mouth, and he explored every inch of the cavern. His hands slowly moved down to trace the curves of my hips. They trailed back up, riding my shirt up with it. He pulled it over my head and discarded the sweater somewhere in the ground.

The way he kissed me and the way he took things slowly, it was something I'd never done before. Usually I was just told to get on my knees. This felt...nice. He made me feel like I wasn't being used.

I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as he trailed soft kisses down my neck. His lips ghosted over my collar bones and I shivered at the small contact. He then sucked roughly, following the trail he'd made earlier with his kisses.