Abducted; Namjin

Chapter Twenty

Kim Seokjin

    My eyes pop wide as Namjoon forcibly smothers my breath. My hands find their way snaking around the man's neck of their own volition and holding on for dear life. His hands cup my face tightly, locking our mouths together as his tongue demands entrance into my mouth. Fuck, he taste good...why...
     I don't know how to take this. I'm feeling several different confusing things at the moment and I'm not sure which I want to focus on more...
     On the one hand...whatever the hell they did to my body is affecting me immensely. I feel like I'm on fire. His touch scorching as I willingly seek more of his heat. Another uncomfortable feeling...I'm wet. Like really wet.
     I'm a guy. Besides precum, men don't get wet down there. Well, at this moment I am. Soaked actually. It's disconcerting and I don't really want to draw attention to it.
     I'm also horny. I went through puberty. I know what it's like to crave and need release. This...this is on another level entirely. It feels like every experience is brand new. My body unsure how to handle it. I need more.
What were we discussing a minute ago before...A moan ruptures out of my mouth and into his as he presses me down on the floor, his hand frantically reaching down under the soft tunic and jerking it up to touch—
     I gasp as his fingers glide teasingly over my cock, down and under to part my cheeks, fumbling around my hole. I blink, too distracted by his magical tongue as it wreaks havoc in my mouth to really focus on anything else until—
     Hissing, I shove him away. "What the hell was that!"
     He smirks at me before sitting up. "There. It's inside." He wipes my bottom lip with his thumb. Our saliva. My eyes widen as he licks it, eyes intensely watching me making me gulp.
     I gape at him. "Are you fucking kidding me! Y-you just sexually assaulted me j-just to put that thing inside me!!"
     He cocks an eyebrow. "Distractions usually work best and I knew my sudden actions would confuse you. It worked, right?"
     Scoffing, I feel my cheeks heat up and pull my knees up to my chest. It feels weird...inside. I don't like it. Biting my lip, I look away from him, ashamed. I am seriously not about to cry. God, what's wrong with me? I didn't really want him anyway...not my type...
     A sniffle leaves me and I hate myself for it.
    His smile slips and he sighs, kneeling down and placing a hand on my knee. I glare at it, at him. "Fuck off."
      "It's just the hormonal changes in your body. It's natural to feel emotional."
     "Natural? NATURAL?! Nothing about any of this shit is natural!" I scream, pulling away from him. "Don't touch me ever again!"
      He doesn't flinch but I can see a ripple in his eyes. He nods and stands back up. Moving over to the sink, he washes his hands before glancing at me through the mirror. "I'm sorry I upset you. You needed help inserting it, though. It couldn't be helped. Soon enough you'll be able to do it yourself but for now—"
     "Then wouldn't it have been more appropriate for Jungkook to help me with that seeing as he's the medic?" I retort, my hate now fully directed on him. "You're just the captain. Why are you involving yourself like this with me?"
     A valid question.
    He pauses, taken by obvious surprise by my bold and upfront inquiry. "Jungkook isn't feeling well. As captain and his superior, it's my job to make sure everyone on my ship is cared for appropriately. You are part of my ship therefore under my care. I take my job very seriously."
      Right. I'm his job. He kissed me out of weird obligation just as a means to an end. Am I even a person to him or just a stupid mission? Why does that sting so much?
     "I don't want to be under your care. Go bother someone else with your stupid misplaced obligation." Like Yoongi or Jimin. Or satan.
     "Jin..."
    I turn away from him, wincing a little and shifting position. Shit. I'm still hard. It's embarrassing. I hate my body! They've ruined me...he's ruined me.
     He gives me a knowing glance. "I can...help with that, if you like. Since it's my fault."
     "You've done enough, thanks." You and your stupid mouth. And hands. And asshole looks. Cocky arrogant prick.
Ignoring him as he just stands there like a mannequin, I shakily grab the edge of the tub and try to stand. My legs are weak and I just feel like shit. I stumble and he's immediately at my side, lifting me into his arms.
I yelp, too shocked to say anything as he strides back into the bedroom and tosses me effortlessly on the bed. Gasping, I roll over and attempt to sit up but his body weighs me down as he settles on top of me. Too heavy.
"W-Why..."
He lifts the long shirt over my head and glides his hand down my body, between my legs.
My thighs tremble and shake as I clutch his shoulders, biting my lip to force back a moan as he strokes me slow and languidly.
His dark eyes bore into mine, pausing on my lip as I bite down hard enough to bleed. Leaning down, he kisses me again, replacing my teeth with his own. I taste metal on his tongue. Groaning, I feel him part my legs until I'm fully open to him.
It's a shameful position but his hand touching me, lips devouring me...overpowers my desire to run, to fight, to deny. My need to release coming back full force as his pace quickens, fingers tightening around my throbbing shaft.
I shift, feeling a weird sensation inside...
He grunts, licking my lips. "Don't worry. It will absorb all excess fluids along with the blood..." He groans, stroking my sensitive slit.
I whimper. I can't help it. I have no idea what he's talking about but I'm guessing it has something to do with that weird sensation. Like the wetness...
I throw my head back and cry out as cum erupts from my cock like a geyser, soaking his black shirt. My toes curl and body arches up but he doesn't stop stroking and teasing me through my release, though.
Only after I'm practically in tears from three hard overwhelming orgasms and begging for him to stop...does he stop. Almost reluctantly. Why? He's just doing his job, right? Helping his mission adjust to the changes he's forced upon me...that's all...
I'm a sweaty, panting, mess when he finally moves off me. Vulnerable and bared to him. I'm too tired and worked over to move. My legs fall lifelessly open on the bed, dangling over as I try to recover.
I've never...I can't believe...
Clearing his throat, he walks into the bathroom before returning with the wet cloth we showered with. I say nothing as he wipes me down. Just stare at the ceiling. I feel dirty. Used.
He didn't even attempt to fuck me but...somehow that makes it worse.
A thought occurs to me. Something I've never considered before. How does his people even see humans? Do I disgust him? I know nothing about his way of life. Is this kind of thing more clinical to them? How do they...mate, I guess is the right word? I've always just assumed it's our way...
Does he even find humans attractive? Would he have fucked me if...if I looked like Hoseok? What if he took him instead of me? Would he still be keeping his vows to his dead partner then?
My stomach tightens painfully in response to my ridiculous pondering as he finishes cleaning me up and turns away.
"You can sleep here if you want. I need to get back to work. Please call me if you need anything. Get some rest." He walks out of the room without another glance.
The ceiling above me turns blinding after awhile. My tears clouding my vision. I really need that black hole to just fucking swallow me up right about now...
I'm so pathetic.
At this point I think I'd be happy to arrive on his stupid planet. Anything to escape him right now. Hopefully his planet is large enough so I'll never have to see his stupidly overly handsome face or addictive dimples ever again.