Namjoon was fucked!
Literally fucked, his will didn't matter and was offered a fuck as well.
It would be another case if he would have had a contracted sex, didn't like it and terminate it eventually. But, falling in such hands where he was offered less than 3 seconds to change his mind didn't count. It was stimulating his hormones like never before. Sex had been just a physical necessity for him. But never he would have thought that this ecstasy could be reborn in such a way.
Another part where he had been virgin as a bottom until then, didn't cross his mind. The moment was heated, his dominant was wild and he just gave in to his instincts. His intellect had exited from duty for the night.
In fact, he loved it would be an understatement!
It made him want to bottom as many times as the certain person wanted. Even if forced, he would give in his will to ruin his chances to sit for days.
It made him more excited and his orgasm was a blast. Seokjin had stamina and prolongation, both! Namjoon had a hope of switching for a while, but after he came for the first time, with such intense pressure which made him scream, there was a silent agreement that he wouldn't be allowed anytime to top ever.
Having denied of any control, and being at Seokjin's monstrous mercy for the first time ever in his life, he couldn't have described it any better.
The best, if he had to conclude of all the sex, he has had with anyone. And if kept aside the fact that the Seokjin had always been right messed up creative in the head and used it well enough, never failing to amaze Namjoon for the whole night!!
Each time he came highly to conclude it as the best, only to repeat the next time.
But currently......... he was dead!
Not being able to move an inch from his lied position, the very way Seokjin had taken him and left last night, still feeling stinging pain ringing up through his nerves. His ass was out of arena, numb and stiff. His body portrayed worse than when he was beaten up, as if someone attempted to ravish and eat him up. Wasn't that false, since Seokjin had bit harsh enough to draw blood. Might be a maniacal sadist as well!
Surely, it had to get worse for his first time since Seokjin went in all out without holding back. It was to get a lot worse if he tried to move. So, he didn't dare at all.
Seokjin was on the other hand, unbothered.
It was strange that he didn't actually leave. He laid relaxed, leaning on the headboard, naked torso and trousers on, neat hair and a cup of coffee (invited himself to use Namjoon's kitchen well) in one hand, holding phone in another. Expressions poker.
Not noticeable, but occasionally pupils keeping check over Namjoon.
His egoist self wouldn't do shit for the ruined younger, unless asked.
As Namjoon made it more obvious that he was awake with shuffling and small groans of shooting pain, Jin tossed the phone towards him.
"Call'em, 911"
"And get you where, Asylum??", Namjoon chuckled painfully, receiving another sting and a sharp glare. The joke wasn't appreciated.
"Call them up and report me......of rape"
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Rider's Encore (NAMJIN)
Fanfiction"Maybe you can ride something else instead of riding that junk shit every time" "what the fuck did you just say!?" Seokjin and Namjoon belonged to two different worlds from the same roots and were brought together by fate and also Min Yoongi. They...
