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"Go out with me."
Yoonji blanches at the words, the blunt tone jarring compared to the casual way Namjoon had just been talking. It had possibly been their most civil conversation ever.
Which is a huge improvement from their history of insulting each other until one of them backed down. Or in Namjoon's case, turned tail and ran away to get his ego soothed.
Over the past few weeks things between them have been...weird. Namjoon had started showing up with Hoseok and Jin to smoke more and more. Despite Yoonji's best efforts to ignore him, Namjoon was pretty adamant on sticking around.
After the first week, she stopped trying to run him off and focused more on bullying his ego until he gets upset enough to stop bothering her. A win-win, in her humble opinion.
Even now, nearly a full month later, Yoonji doesn't like him. He's greasy and every day he has something new to brag about. God, not to mention the tone of his voice every time someone dares to make a mistake. That alone is enough for her to despise him, and she really does.
What really makes the whole thing worse is that Namjoon is hot. He's so fucking hot that she wants to punch him in the face and ride him until he sobs.
Him asking her out isn't even that surprising either. He's been growing braver (and more annoying) with his advances. It'd graduated from flirty comments to Namjoon finding stupid reasons to touch her. Each time made her skin crawl in more ways than one.
Yoonji always figured the tension would build up until it broke and they ended up making out stoned. Not like this. Not with Namjoon watching her with a stupidly hot grin like he knows she's gonna say yes.
It feels so good to say no. The surprised look on his face is like Christmas come early.
"What? Why not?"
"Because I said so." She punctuates it by shutting her locker.
Namjoon mulls this over for a minute, eyes narrowing. She can feel his stare even as she tries to look anywhere else. She expects a temper tantrum, maybe, something loud and explosive. A response that she'd get from any other asshole.
That's a mistake on her part. As greasy as Namjoon is, he's not quite the same breed as every other fuck boy. He's actually got some pieces of a brain. She's caught off guard by his sudden laughter.
"You can't give in easily can you? Alright, I'll work for it."
She fights a confused blush as he looks her up and down. When he meets her eyes again she puts all the vitriol she can into her stare.
They stare at one another a little longer than necessary, the moment edging toward a deeper tension before he winks. She gags immediately, moment broken, turning on her heel and refusing to look back.
Once in her car, she drops her forehead onto her steering wheel as she wrestles with the anticipation of what Namjoon meant. She channels it into annoyance. He can make himself look a fool all he wants, doesn't mean it'll get him anywhere.
Though Yoonji never imagined it possible but Namjoon somehow becomes even more annoying. Every day that they're over at her apartment he's pulling some stunt. Sometimes, even literally. A few days back, after encouraging cries from Hoseok, he had attempted a walking handstand that nearly gave him a broken nose and her a broken coffee table.
If his plan was to woo her into some type of interest, this is definitely not the way. So what if the way his shirt had hung down to reveal a lightly toned stomach was distracting enough to pop into her mind on a daily basis? He was just making her life difficult.
Yoonji’s not going out of her way to make it easy on him though. As time goes by she grows more critical, more exasperated with his every breath, but it never seems to deter him.
She's kind of glad, not that she’d ever admit it.
The first time she comes close to breaking is when they're all hanging out at her place, stoned as usual, but Hoseok and Jin are more into their anime than the pair of them. They're on the fluffy rug at the foot of her bed, laying across it and relaxing into the sensation.
She doesn't know how exactly it happens, one minute they're sniping at each other about the hidden meaning of Naruto until suddenly they're not. In the blink of an eye, Namjoon's face is close enough she can't see anything but his eyes. Then his mouth is on hers.
He ends up rolling halfway on top of her, kissing the air out of her lungs. She doesn't pull away to breathe, doesn't disturb whatever moment this is but pulls him closer.
It’s dizzying and just aggressive enough to soothe her conscience. She could always pass it off as anger, a lapse in judgement.
Then his hand is pushing her shirt up her stomach and sliding against her skin. It's a blur in her mind even as it's happening. She forgets about their friends until their footsteps are resounding through the apartment. She shoves Namjoon away and jumps up.
She leaves him there. Staring up at the ceiling with swollen lips and red cheeks. She hopes she doesn't look the same.
It takes a few weeks before anything happens again.
It starts out like their usual hang out. Hoseok, Jin and Namjoon all in her tiny apartment, making it feel alive.
They spend hours goofing off and getting high until it gets later and later. Hoseok takes off first, it's a Friday night but his curfew is always 10. Jin goes a couple hours later. Leaving only Namjoon. And her.
When the front door shuts behind him, the silence between them settles. There's this one moment where it feels like the world has stopped turning and in the next they're both in motion. Getting too close too fast, their teeth knock together as they try to kiss, but it doesn't even slow them down.
She pulls away to breathe and Namjoon bites her throat. She swallows a whine as his teeth dig in. "This is a one time thing. I don't know you at school, got it?"
He doesn't even pull his face away. He mutters into her neck, making her shiver with the way his breath hits her skin. Why does he have this effect on her? The fuck?
But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters except how his hand comes up to rub her through her jeans, her hips roll down into it. She could probably get off like this and send him packing. She doesn't. Instead, she takes off her shirt asking if he has any plans of fucking her in this century.
"If you go this slow with everything I'll be dead before you can get inside me."
"You're the first to complain about it. Are you used to things being quick? Maybe that's your problem, but don't worry I'll fix it, baby."
"Fuck you." She glares up at him, blood boiling to heat her whole body.
"That's the plan." He glares right back without wavering. The tension between them reaching a knife's edge before it tips over.
Yoonji kisses him one more time making sure to bite his tongue a bit too hard before yanking his shirt over his head.
They're not even in her bed. Her bed is ten feet away and she can't be bothered to stop touching long enough to get there. She's going to get a fabric burn from getting fucked on the couch. She still strips out of her clothes as she curses at him for it.
Yoonji's undressed before him, and gets on her hands and knees. She looks over her shoulder at him where he's still kicking out of his boxers. She wants him to hurry up already, wants to get fucked hard enough to feel it for days later but she'll be damned if she asks for it. He meets her eye as he resituates on the couch and arches her back just the slightest bit more.
Catching the hint, or maybe he just wants it as badly as she does, he hurries to roll on the condom. That he had already in his pants pocket (she almost wants to call the whole thing off then and there.) Then the head of his cock is prodding against her hole. She doesn't bother waiting for him to get started, rocking back onto his cock and sinks down faster than she means when he thrusts forward at the same time.
It's overwhelming, probably shouldn't have jumped right into this, but God is it good.
It's awkward at first, they manage to get in one another's way trying to start up different rhythms at the same time. She snaps eventually. "Stop fucking moving so I can at least get something out of this."
Namjoon only grunts in response. She thinks he might be listening to her for once before he grabs her shoulder and thrusts forward, using his grip as leverage. She wants to say something else, but he's doing a good job at making sure she can't.
He keeps alternating between jackhammering his hips almost too fast for her to breathe and slow grinds while he's already buried as deep as he can get. He knows what he's doing and she's so fucking glad for it. When he lets go of her shoulders for her hips she nearly face plants on the couch cushion. She forces her arms to hold her up to avoid giving him the satisfaction.
It takes a while but when they've reached good, solid rhythm she can't get enough. Yoonji's already formulating a million different ways and excuses to fuck him again.
When Namjoon's hand moves from her hip, his fingers grab her ass and then his hand comes down with enough force to make it sting. She bites back her moan, but rocks back harder, hoping he'll do it again. Even though he doesn't, she isn't disappointed.
There's no room for disappointment when Namjoon's fingers brush over her asshole, the tip of his thumb pressing against the rim. She holds her breath waiting. His thumb hovers over it as he tries to gauge her reaction. "Can I-"
She doesn't let him finish before she's saying yes.
Yoonji can't stand Namjoon but he's without a doubt the best fuck of her life. No contest when he's spitting then slipping his thumb in her ass. She's on the edge of coming from that alone.
She doesn't even have to reach for her clit. Not with the way Namjoon's cock drags against her g-spot and stretches her out so well. He's trying so hard to please, following her directions, going faster and harder when she tells him. She cuts him down before he can get too cocky despite how much she's enjoying it.
"God, you can do better than that right? You're supposed to be impressing me, remember?" She can barely get the words out without moaning.
She moans louder when Namjoon reaches up, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her back to his chest. He takes his finger out of her, the hand grabbing onto her hip to hold her in place while he thrusts. He's deeper from this angle, so deep she aches.
She comes without warning. Something about it all building up in the pit of her stomach and crashing down until her legs threaten to give out.
Namjoon slows down, trying to be considerate. But she teases him again, "This isn't some romance flick, go faster."
He growls, biting down on the back of her neck but listens to her. It doesn't take too long for him to come, leaving more marks across her shoulders and neck along the way. She would make fun of that too if she didn't find it so hot.
After milking his orgasm in slow grinds, Namjoon pulls out, throwing himself down on the opposite end of the couch and ties off the condom. She grimaces at the emptiness and stands up on shaking legs to go pee. "Throw that in the trash you heathen. I'm not touching your cum baggie."
Namjoon laughs. She can't see it but she'd bet money he's got a stupid expression. She waits for the his footsteps to pass the bathroom on his way to the kitchenette, straining her ears to hear the trashcan before going pee.
His feet pass by again, this time hovering in front of the door.
Yoonji's just put on a shirt, half watching the shadows move, half waiting for him to knock. When he doesn't, she swings the door open. He nearly pitches backwards in surprise. His eyes are frozen wide in surprise at the sight of her in only a tank top, panties left behind on the living room floor. She gives him an unimpressed look before shutting she door again and getting up to wash her hands.
Pushing the door back open, he walks into the small space, crowding behind her. He puts his hands on her hips with his body pressed completely against hers. She meets his eyes in the tiny mirror over her sink. His face going straight for the exposed skin of her neck where her hair has been pushed aside.
He keeps his eyes on hers as one hand moves to her stomach, then slides down, fingers brushing through the short hairs before they circle over her clit. She's still sensitive and the rough pads of his fingers make her gasp.
Yoonji braces her hands on the edge of the sink, letting her head dip forward between her shoulders as he starts playing with her. His other hand stays planted on her hip, and due to proximity she can feel his dick getting hard again against her back. Yoonji pushes back on it while grinding down onto his fingers.
However, Namjoon continously changes the angle and speed until he finds one that makes her knees weak. She white knuckles trying to use the sink to stay upright.
Yoonji doesn't realize the noises she's making have turned into Namjoon's name until he's saying hers back as he grinds his dick between her ass. The barrier his underwear make between them is frustrating, she wants to push back and get fucked again. Wants to be able to watch his face in the mirror when he pushes in.
His fingers speed up and Yoonji's toes curl up against the tile, a cramp forming in the arch of her foot as she gets so close to coming.
Yoonji's ready when she comes this time. Her thighs squeeze together and trap his fingers until he has to use his other hand to pry her legs apart. That's what does it. That final bit tinge of force, Namjoon using the strength difference between them.
As she's coming he pulls his fingers away before shoving two into her cunt with a squelch from how wet she is. She clenches down on them, riding his fingers through it.
He doesn't come, just holds her up while she does, his cock hot against her skin and she expects him to do something.
She watches his face through the mirror, coming back into herself a little as she does. He's still holding her and that's all. She squashes the tiny wriggling emotion in her chest, swallowing it down never to be seen again.
Her eyes focus instead, on the rusty sink faucet while the whole situation sinks in.
Yoonji promises herself that she'll never do it again. She turns around and grabs Namjoon by the jaw, fingernails digging in until he complains and reminding him it was a one time thing. He hums agreeably but there's no sign of him taking her seriously.
It only gets worse after she lets him to stay the night. His already smug attitude increases until she has to smother him with a pillow. She settles for just sitting on his face, jerking him off lazily while he tries to make her come.
They spend the rest of the night, until it's almost time for the sun to rise, fucking or recovering from it, taking small breaks to eat before they're back at one another's throats.
It's a lot more satisfying than it should be. So satisfying that within the week it happens again. And again.
They've almost got a schedule for it now.
That's why Namjoon's sitting on the hood of Hoseok's car, Hoseok still at swim practice (and not there to bitch at him), waiting for Yoonji so they can figure out plans for the weekend.
It feels like he's waiting forever, checking his phone every thirty seconds for the time and gritting his teeth in frustration when she doesn't magically appear.
He nearly snaps his neck with how fast he looks up when he hears her voice. He double takes when he sees she's not alone. She's with some guy. He would like a baby if he the tank top he's wearing didn't put every muscle he has on display. And there are plenty to show. Namjoon's secure enough in himself to admit that the guy's pretty fucking hot. The baby fat in his cheeks and puppy dog eyes add a very distinct charm to the muscle image he's got.
He can get the appeal on both ends, though.
What's the hardest for him to process is how close they are. Their arms brush and if he follows them down he can see where their pinkies link. Beyond that, there's an obvious connection between them and he wonders how long she’d kept it a secret. Namjoon's struggling to swallow down jealousy when Yoonji looks up, finally spotting him.
Like a flip has been switched, the confused jealousy is replaced with a smirk. He raises his eyebrows at her, watching her walk through the rows of cars. She watches him back. She's stopped responding to whatever the guy had been saying, but he seems use to it, carrying on without looking to see what's caught her attention.
When they reach her car, Yoonji finally looks away to unlock her doors. The guy climbs into the passenger seat still chattering on. Namjoon keeps watching, waiting.
Yoonji gives Namjoon one last look before hauling him across the median by his hair and kissing him. Namjoon bites back the confusion again, and holds his smirk in place even as she shoves the guy back into his seat. She doesn't look back as she pulls out of the parking lot.
By now, it's nearly time for Hoseok to be done with swim and Namjoon might as well wait here for him. He lays back on the hood, closing his eyes against the sun.
He's almost falling asleep when his phone vibrates against the metal and scares the shit out of him. He sits up with a curse and reads the text preview.
Yoonji: my place at 8.
He opens it without replying just to piss her off, but he'll be there. Of course he will.
He thinks about showing up late. He wants her to worry, but knows it won't win him anything. Still, he wants.
Namjoon knocks on her door not sure what to expect. He definitely doesn't expect for Yoonji to open the door in only an overlarge t-shirt, hair amuck.
Something in him snaps. Quiet and almost unnoticeable until he crosses the threshold.
He walks through the door and they're going. He's got a hand in her hair and on her hip, barely letting her close the door before walking her backward toward the bed. He breaks away to take his shirt off then pulls hers off, throwing them both out of sight.
She doesn't seem to mind. Fully naked, Yoonji falls back on the mattress, the blanket a mess beneath her. It registers in Namjoon's head as part of the tally as he crawls on top of her.
Namjoon kisses her hard trying to see if he can taste anything besides her there. Her hands disappear between them, undoing his jeans and pushing them down his hips.
He kicks out of them nearly slamming their heads together in the process. He doesn't feel too bad about it, though.
He keeps kissing her and letting his hands touch everything he can reach. It feels like a reclaiming, but is she even his? Maybe not yet.
When he reaches between her legs, she's already wet. His fingers slide through her slick, pushing two inside her off the bat just to hear her gasp. To see her arch beneath him.
Yoonji bites down on his shoulder as curls his fingers inside her, her fingers clutching his biceps.
"Can I fuck you?" He punctuates it by adding a third finger. She's so tight around just his fingers his dick aches at the thought.
"God, yes."
Like a starter gun’s been shot off everything speeds up. Namjoon picks her up, hands around her waist and drops her further up the bed. He shimmies out of his underwear and throws them aside while Yoonji watches. He puffs his chest out a little at the look in her eyes as he strokes himself.
She opens her legs for him and he doesn't waste any time settling between them. He lets his cock slide through her folds, shaft rubbing against her clit. "Condom?"
She closes her eyes with a sigh, "On the pill. Fuck me."
He doesn't need to be told twice. Pulling back, he watches himself sink in.
Namjoon throws her knees over his shoulders, and as much as he wants to go, go, go he forces himself to stay slow. He pulls out carefully but rocks in hard enough that she lets out a wounded sound with each thrust. He might worry if her hands weren't on his shoulders trying to pull him closer.
She wants him to move faster, even starts to ask for it, but he's not willing to give it to her yet.
He slides down onto his forearms, one on either side of her head. This way tests the limits to her flexibility but she likes a little ache the next day. He takes his time. He keeps fucking her slow and deep, letting her frustration build. She's about to snap he changes it up by pulling out and slamming back in. "Does he fuck better than I do?"
God, the noises she makes are so tempting.
But Yoonji doesn't answer so he slows back down. "Tell me. Is he better?"
"No, fuck no."
"Good girl."
"Fuck you." Her eyes flash open, staring daggers. Namjoon expects when she lashes out, prepared for the way she pulls him down by the hair. She doesn't kiss him so much as her teeth attack him, drawing blood from his bottom lip.
He yanks away with a curse. He doesn't say anything else as he grabs her thighs and holds them to her chest as he starts thrusting in earnest. He keeps the grip on her thighs bruising and gives her what she wants.
He fucks her until the only things that come out of her mouth are sobbed curses and incoherent begs for more. Namjoon keeps giving in, going so fast and hard that the squelch sound of him driving into her is all he can hear.
The more she whimpers and clenches around him, the closer he gets. Namjoon watches the sweat build up on her skin, the way her hair is stuck to her skin and can't control the desire to kiss her. She wraps her tired thighs around his waist and doesn't let him pull away again.
This kiss is a lot less violent, but still mostly teeth and air as she gasps on every inward push. He breathes it all in, licking the sweat off her neck and dragging his teeth over the skin of her jaw. He wants to take a bite out of her to keep.
Knowing Yoonji well enough now, or maybe not, he thinks only half bitter, he balances his weight as best he can with one arm to reach between them to rub her clit. Namjoon slows down just enough to establish a solid rhythm there, and it works. Soon Yoonji’s arching under him and tensing up as she comes.
He doesn't stop, loves pushing her limits. He keeps playing with her clit and fucks her through her orgasm.
She's barely recovered when the second orgasm hits her, has her coming around him with a weak moan of his name.
He gets in deep, grinding his hips into as he comes in her, marking her as his.
Yoonji's panting, face in the crook of his neck, before her legs finally release him. Namjoon doesn't pull out yet, but grabs her thigh and rolling onto his side and taking her with him. He's still hard, just sensitive. He uses the new angle to give a few thrusts that make her groan and push at his chest. "Not yet, Jesus, 'Joon."
He thrusts again, lazily and out of spite. “Who is he?”
Yoonji’s been expecting the question for what? A month now?
“A friend.” Namjoon growls into her hair, grip tightening as he gives another rougher jerk of his hips. “His name is Jimin.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“No.” The truth, sort of. They hadn't spent hours innocently studying that’s for sure.
Namjoon laughs, kissing her neck, “So, you came to the door looking fucked out just to make me jealous? Cute.”
He pulls back to thrust again but she pries his hands off and rolls him onto his back. She straddles his hips and is sliding down on his cock as she replies, “I said we didn't fuck, he's very good with his mouth.”
Joon reaches for her but she pins his hands at his sides. He still plants his feet to roll his hips up. “So what, he's your little boyfriend and I'm here to satisfy your needs?”
“Who says you satisfy me?”
At this she lets his hands go, balancing her weight with palms planted on his chest as he fucks her.
He fucks her like he's got something to prove. Every time his cock slams back in she whines and he takes it as encouragement to go even harder. It's good but she needs more, needs him to touch her. She grabs his hands, pulling them off her hips and pulling them up to her chest.
He takes the hint, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her while he sucks on a nipple, dragging his teeth over the skin and mouthing up to her collarbones. His teeth dig in the same moment that he thrusts in and Yoonji moans louder than she means too. After that, it doesn't stop.
Namjoon keeps fucking her fast and hard as he bites bruises into her skin. “Joon, fuck.”
“Are you still not satisfied?”
“Shut- shut the fuck up. ” He laughs and kisses her throat, a passing moment of gentleness that in an instant shifts as he resumes marking her up. She can already feel the bruises that will form, hates that it turns her on thinking about walking around with them on. “What are you? A dog? What's your obsession with biting me?”
The answer is another suck over her pulsepoint.
After she comes this time she pulls off. Before Joon can complain she slides down the bed and sucks the head of his cock in her mouth. She smirks at how easily he groans and grabs her hair.
Yoonji looks up at him in the same instant that she takes him into her throat. He lets out choked off moan, pulling her hair too tight as he comes.
She takes it all, holding it in her mouth as she pulls off. Yoonji grabs him by the jaw and kisses him with the come on her tongue and forces him to swallow it down. It's a force of habit, something she's always done with Jimin, who took it eagerly, but she likes the way Namjoon struggles against her, too.
She lets him pass what's left of it back and forth between them. The kiss ends when Namjoon tries to start up again, she pushes him until he lands on his back and then climbs off the bed, yelping when he smacks her thigh as she passes.
She hadn’t realize how hungry she was until she notices the old pizza box on the kitchen counter. There's no money left for take out this month but there's a 12 pack of ramen with her name on it.
Yoonji is considerate enough to put in a packet for Namjoon while she's making it. She’s wondering if she even likes the shrimp flavor when he shows up in the kitchen. Speak of the devil and he shall appear is the saying after all.
“Isn't your dick tired?” She smacks his hand from where it's climbing up her thigh but he only changes his approach. He stands behind her, annoyingly bigger and broader. What's more annoying is how she’s getting wet again just from feeling so small against him.
Namjoon leans down, resting his chin on her shoulder with one hand on the counter in front of her. The ramen on the stove is barely breaking apart but Yoonji’s focusing on it like it's caught fire.
His other hand doesn't go where she expects it to, instead of curving around the front of her hip and between her thighs he grabs her ass, digging his fingers in until she elbows him away. Maybe it's a little weaker than it should be. He let's go to slide his fingers beneath her underwear, ratty boyshorts that barely stay on her hips, and prod quietly at her asshole.
Yoonji tenses and then deflates having to put her hand beside Namjoon's on the counter when he presses harder, tip of his finger inside.
She lets her head hang and hair drape around her face, trying to keeping her breathing even, but fuck he slides his finger in a little deeper and she can feel how wet she is flooding her underwear. She wonders if he can too before his other fingers flex and drag through it. She shudders, biting her lip because she refuses to give him anything to go by.
He doesn't need it apparently because he gets one finger slick and then uses it to slide into her. The whine she lets out is entirely not her fault.
As much as she wants him to continue, next to a burning stove without any lube to ease the way is not the place. Yoonji stares at her ramen that's nearly done now. God, she hates Namjoon. “I hate you so much.”
It’s weak to her own ears, and Namjoon's too because he presses her completely against the counter until the edge digs into her hips. Namjoon snarks back, “I know, it's pretty obvious with how wet you are right now.”
“Shut up for once in your life, can we just get to my bed.”
“What you don't want to do this here?” He teases another finger at her rim, barely pressing it inside. “You usually like it when I fuck you in the kitchen.”
She's thinks a fuck you instead of saying it to avoid the smartass remark she would get. She does want it. She wishes the big dumbass had the foresight to bring lube with him. It's annoying having to reach back and pull his hand away. “Bed.”
He goes, with minimal complaining when she tells him where to find the lube. (In a new place after Jimin’s visit.)
While he’s not distracting her, she can turn off the stove and puts a lid on the pot of ramen. She knows it won't be good later, and she doesn't want to cook again. Fuck it, Joon can order take out for her trouble.
Namjoon's laid out in her bed, in only boxers and a stupid grin as he shakes the lube in his hand. She wonders when this shit became more cute than annoying.
She'll repress it later, the goal for now is to fuck that look off his face.
She strips out of her underwear with a grimace at the slick sliding down her thighs. The way Namjoon's eyes follow the movement and darken get her past any shame she has left. She leaves his shirt on, hoping he won't mention it because she likes the way it makes her feel.
She climbs on the bed, not paying him any mind except to grab the lube before laying on her stomach. She's done this plenty of times, just.. on Jimin. It can't be that different.
She squeezes lube onto her fingers, dreading the cold even as she reaches back and smears it over her hole. The first finger goes in easily, harmless and a lot less nice than when Namjoon had done it. Her fingers don't reach as far either and she gets frustrated quickly the more she tries to replicate the same sensation.
Namjoon shows up when she's on the verge of calling the whole thing off out of pride. He pulls her fingers out and replaces them with his own, two this time and fully lubed up. When he pushes them inside Yoonji nearly lets out a sob of relief despite the tiny burn.
“Calm down, Yoonji,” She recoils from the words, but he uses his free hand to rub her clit and the anger drains out of her.
He stretches her open carefully but fast enough that she doesn't complain too much. He tries to push in a fourth finger and she finally snaps. “Do you have a fetish for drawing everything out as long as humanly possible? Fuck me.”
Namjoon hums, pushing in the four fingers in hard enough that she yelps. “What the-”
She doesn't get to finish because a hand comes down hard on her ass, turning her words into a hiss as all the blood rushes between her legs and makes her throb. And her ass stings too.
He grabs her by the hips and guides her up onto her knees. Namjoon doesn't say anything before pushing in. Yoonji’s warning is the slide of his cock between her cheeks before the head is lined up and sinking in.
She forgets to breathe, forgets that she should be relaxing around him because her mind's a broken record about how good it is. She feels like she's being split open to never close up again and she wants more. Joon lets her adjust. His hands are rubbing over her sides, his body draped over hers as he kisses the space between her shoulder blades.
“Fuck, move, move please.”
He chuckles, kissing her back and sitting up again. He pulls back slow before easing back in. It’s still on the border of uncomfortable, but that feeling’s quickly exchanged for the possibly the best sex of her entire life. Joon’s still taking his time, rocking his hips slowly and watching her stretch around him every time he fucks back in.
He doesn't pull out too far with each thrust but focuses on grinding his hips up against hers. It's slow but it still doesn't last as long as he'd like.
Yoonji’s finally pushing back on him, taking him so well, letting out the soft noises and he can't control to feel how wet she is. From his view, Namjoon can see her cunt clench and gush down her thighs. He pushes two fingers in and she keens, clenching around him and his hips jerk forward on instinct.
“Fuck,” he can't help groaning, using all his willpower to keep it slow. Namjoon pushes in a third finger anyway. Yoonji isn't fucking herself on him anymore. She's panting into the sheets drenched with sweat.
Joon curls his fingers and figures out why. He can feel himself through her walls. He massages her g spot as best he can while rocking his hips into her.
She's even tighter like this. He knows based off some old biology research that he shouldn't be surprised, it's how the body works. But actually being ballsdeep is a lot more overwhelming than reading about it.
After a few more thrusts like this he's coming, it's a little disappointing after the first waves of it set in.
He pulls his fingers out first, and Yoonji panics beneath him. “Wait, no, no, I need to- make me come.”
He tries to rub her ass soothingly, “I've got you don't worry.”
He nearly pulls out before an idea comes to him. “Yoonji.”
She looks at him over her shoulder, huffing impatiently. “What?”
“Can I take a picture of you? After I pull out?” He keeps his tone soft, trying to keep her off the offensive as much as he can.
Yoonji sucks in a sharp breath and he's already got an apology on his tongue when she answers “yeah.. yeah,” and softer, “send it to me when you're done.”
She digs through the covers and hands him his phone. He keeps the camera angled down on photo burst so that he can capture the way his come oozes out of her when he pulls out.
It makes him want to fuck her again right then and there. He settles for throwing his phone down and replacing his dick with his mouth, reaching up to rub her clit as he eats her out.
He eats her out until she comes in his mouth, thighs shaking from the strain of holding herself up. Namjoon eases her down and wraps himself around her, kissing her cheek despite her protests.
She swats him away, (half-heartedly in his opinion) and rolls out of bed.
“You're ordering take out,” she tells him as she heads for the bathroom.
The problem with having close friends is that it's hard to keep a secret. For all the energy Yoonji puts into keeping this new development with Namjoon a secret, it gets out pretty easily.
They manage to keep it hidden even when Seokjin and Hoseok are in the living room watching a movie while Namjoon eats her out against the kitchen cabinets, popcorn exploding in the microwave to cover up the noise.
But it feels like a joke, a big cosmic fuck you with how they easily actually get caught.
Easy like she's in the middle of sucking his dick on the couch when there's a knock on her door. A loud, over excited knock that could only belong to Jung Hoseok. She freezes mid suck on the head of Namjoon's dick and feels a part of herself die inside.
She thinks if she could play it off as though she's not home, and resumes lapping up the precum that's dripping from the slit.
Then Hoseok stops pounding his fist and shouts terribly, embarrassingly loud, "Yoonji, I know you're home, you don't go out unless you're with me."
She pulls off again, more than a little annoyed. She heads for the door with a scowl, "Put your dick up."
She opens the door, but places her body in front of it before Hoseok can charge in. He's got two six packs under one arm and a black convenience store bag clutched in his hand. A little further down the walkway Jin's lingering as he plays on his phone. She looks back to Hoseok who's giving her terrible puppy dog eyes that have no effect. Still, she steps away from the door, defeated but petulant, "Why do you always bring this shit to my place?"
"Because you're the one who lives in an apartment paid for by your dad without him there. My house is full of parents who don't appreciate underage drinking. You know this."
"Yeah, yeah.”
Hoseok walks all the way to the kitchen, giving Namjoon a passing greeting before he stops and turns around. Yoonji’s closing the door behind Jin and looks up to meet his questioning stare.
“I thought maybe Jimin was here but uh..” Hoseok trails off, putting the beer on the counter.
Yoonji doesn't say anything just throws herself onto the couch as far from Namjoon as she can get. She's going to die and kill him too. She looks at him from the corner of his eye, he managed to put his dick away but there's no mistaking the blush on his cheeks.
Jin plops down on her lap, still playing candy crush. She just buries her face hiding in his back hoping to God her blush goes down.
Eventually though he just gets too damn heavy and she can hear Hoseok raiding her fridge so she sticks her fingers in Jin’s sides until he shrieks and gets off. “Fuck you, Yoonji.”
“You can reclaim your throne later, let me get a beer first.” She stretches on her tiptoes, kissing his cheek even as he looks down at her.
When she comes back Jin’s on Hoseok’s lap, phone finally put away as he holds the pipe to his lips, letting Hoseok light it.
She debates if she should sit on the floor or…completely forgo the idea of having dignity and squeeze in next to Joon. Hoseok, once again, makes the decision for her. “Yah, there's no point in pretending. We all know you’re fucking.”
Jin laughs, choking around smoke, so Yoonji flicks him on the forehead as she passes by. When she lands on Namjoon’s lap, she only curses her life for a minute before getting over it. A marked improvement, character development if you will.
She can feel his boner behind her and elbows him. “You might as well give it up, they're going to be here all night.”
Namjoon groans long and loud, throwing his head back on the couch. She laughs and grabs the pipe from Jin’s hand. He’ll get over it.
Just to rub it in their faces she makes sure to hold the smoke in until she's turned around enough to blow it into Namjoon's mouth. Their shrieks and gags only encourage her. Yoonji doesn't stop when the smoke is gone, but lets it devolve into real kisses.
When they give up protesting she pulls back with a pat on Namjoon’s cheek and turns around.
The rest of the night goes by easily. Even when Jin decides to reclaim her lap despite her current place in Namjoon's. Then Hoseok climbs on too, and she has to threaten to throw out the beer to get them off.
It feels good, normal, in a way she hadn't expected it too.
After the first interrupted night, the times where they only hang out seem to happen more often.
Yoonji’s busy with AP Calc while Joon talks her ear off about a novel as he flips through the tv channels. All of it settles into her at once. Yoonji’s head shoots up, eyes wide as she reevaluates the scene.
It feels like a dream, she blinks once, twice, and Joon is still there. He’s still there on her couch drinking- not even a beer- but a sprite and asking if she’s okay with watching That 70’s Show reruns. When she doesn’t answer he’s looking over at her. She’s still not sure that she hasn’t fallen into an alternate universe.
“Yoonji?” There's concern in his voice, genuine concern at that.
“Huh?”
“I asked if you wanted me to order take out?”
She hates the concern lilt on his voice, eyebrows furrowing at the domesticity that adds to it. There's a deadly amount of room to grow comfortable so she tries to stomp it out. “Sure, but you're paying.”
She hopes he’ll complain or make a smartass comment that will let things fall back into a safe place of mutual dislike.
But Namjoon only hums and pulls out his phone with a tiny smile that she doesn't understand. She doesn't like it one bit.
Closing her book, she picks herself up out of the mess and plants herself in his lap, knocking his phone out of his hand. Namjoon adjusts quickly, hands coming up to her face and hair. He takes her actions as a childish tantrum. “Too late now, I've already ordered pizza. With pineapple.”
His words transform the moment to exactly that, her scornfully glares at him. “Oh, fuck you.”
Namjoon grabs her by the wrists to stop the assault on his chest. Tiny people are so angry. He pulls her close and stares into her eyes. They read seriously enough that Yoonji starts to worry. She calms to listen when he opens his mouth to speak. “Maybe... “fuck you” will be our always.”
He kisses her before the scream or murderous rage in her eyes becomes a reality. Yoonji doesn't react, just sits completely still while he kisses her as enticingly as he can. He almost second guesses his skills before she breaks and kisses back. Not without saying “i hate you” into his mouth, though.
They shift on the couch, laying on top of all her papers. Yoonji stopped giving a shit about keeping papers neat years ago, but it's not the most comfortable feeling in the world so she limits it to just making out. God forbid getting a papercut trying to have sex.
They stop when the pizza comes. Yoonji realizes a bit late that he had ordered two pizzas, his nasty pineapple abomination and one with everything she liked on it.
If she kisses him again, almost too long for having a grease and tomato sauce lingering in both their mouths. It doesn't mean anything.
-
Where their relationship has grown in some places, it has remained the same in others.
Like Namjoon's “gross, no, disgusting" idea that Yoonji firmly says no when he suggests it. He expects it because she's been good about sticking to her "I don't know you at school" policy. Knowing her rules doesn't stop Namjoon from thinking Yoonji in the tiny pleated skirt of their school uniform is one of the hottest things he's ever seen. In comparison to the outfits she's worn when they hang out the uniform is still in the top five.
The idea occurs when they get the announcement for an assembly nearly a week in advance. So he asks her if they could hook up...in the assembly. He thought that asking her after both a joint and an orgasm would be better.
He was wrong.
She had shoved and kicked him until he had rolled off the bed, landing on his back with a thud and the wind knocked out of him. She had pulled him right back up a few minutes later for round two so, he didn't take it personally.
He would just wait and change his approach next time. Namjoon just needs time to figure her out or so he thinks.
A week later, they're shuffling up the bleachers slow as shit when Yoonji grabs his hand. "Joon, do you still want to do what you asked about?"
Of course before he can answer he has to trudge up the bleachers. When they finally stop again his mind is blank as he tries to remember what he asked for. He looks back at Yoonji, trying gauge what it could be and is met with an unimpressed stare.
She leans in close while they're still waiting, "Remember, you wanted to make me come in front of everyone."
Oh
. Oh yeah. He fights a blush and a boner as the line suddenly moves again. Yoonji guides him until he's sitting on a stiff wooden bench, and she's in his lap.
They're way back in a nearly invisible corner of the bleachers. It might be a little shitty but their friends make a good shields. Especially Jin and his nation wide shoulders.
Hoseok's next to them with eyes glued to his phone while Jin bickers with Ken and some junior Namjoon recognizes purely on the fact that he's emo.
He stops caring about figuring out his name when Yoonji grinds her ass back. It hits him like a gut punch. He's already half hard. The pressure on his dick so close to where he wants to bury himself inside. He grabs her hips with one hand and uses the other to lift up her skirt.
Fuck. There's no way she didn't plan this. She's in a strappy red thong that digs into the baby fat of her hips. While he's computer glitching at the sight, Yoonji moves again.
She rolls her hips again, planting her hands on the bench and slouching forward. Now, he can see everything.
Most importantly, he can see growing wet spot on the fabric that's pulled tight trying to keep her pussy covered. Namjoon wants to forget whole plan and eat her out right there instead.
He takes a shaky breath and reaches out to rub over the wet spot. Yoonji squirms in his lap. He pulls the string aside, pulling a little too hard, but he doesn't think about stretching them out. He rubs his fingers over her hole, sliding between her lips easily with how wet she is.
"If you tear these I'll beat your ass," she growls while still grinding down on the hand between her legs.
Namjoon ignores her and dips a finger inside, but doesn't go deeper than the first knuckle so he can watch her frustration.
He doesn't fully mean to rip the underwear, but nonetheless when he's trying to adjust his grip with a sweaty palm he pulls too hard. There's an unmistakable rip of thread and fabric.
He moves faster than Yoonji does. He slides two fingers inside of her and crooks them as he fucks her on her on them. Her hands switch to clutching at his thighs and she leans back on him mouth open in a silent moan. He wraps an arm around her waist to keep her close and pulls them out, teasing her clit.
Namjoon has never been more thankful for his friends. Yoonji's pretty little skirt is shoved up with her torn panties pushed aside exposing her and leaving no privacy to his touches. He teases her until she can't fully hold back her moans.
Instinctively or maybe out of habit, Namjoon starts to grind against her, undoubtedly gaining a wet spot on his pants. He rests his forehead against the nape of her neck as his fingers dip into her again. He groans softly into her skin, "You're so wet for me."
He gets a wavering growl that sounds more like a whimper. That could be because of the way she’s trying to ride his fingers. Her thighs clench around his wrist while he grinds the meat of his palm to her clit.
He gives her hair a kiss, "So noisy, shh."
They're making more noise than they should, not enough to be caught, but Namjoon can see Hoseok's attention is split between them and his game.
Up front, he sees the kid try to look back at them only to be stopped by Jin's firm grip on his jaw. He snickers and rests his chin on Yoonji's shoulder as he slows his hand. He pulls his fingers out, smearing her juices on her thighs and slapping the sensitive skin.
"God, baby, you're so perfect. I bet if they could see everyone would come on sight."
What a sight it is. With her body fitted against his, he can look down and see her cunt all shiny and swollen. He rubs her clit until Yoonji thighs try to close again. He has to put a hand over her mouth with all the noise she's making. She bites his palm, but Namjoon just works his hand faster.
Namjoon can tell she’s about to come when she changes her approach from biting to sucking the finger he slips into her mouth. He takes the way she shakes as a good sign.
Yoonji comes a few minutes later, pulling his hand away when he tries to keep going.
She stops him from getting himself off when his hands go from his cock. She grabs his hands, letting her skirt fall back in place and settles comfortably in his lap.
Yoonji doesn't look back at him for the rest of the assembly. When he whines in complaint she shushes him with a curt glare over the shoulder.
As they're slowly filing out of the gym she stops him to whisper his ear again. “You're gonna pay for ruining my underwear.”
Yoonji’s idea of payback is severely skewed in Namjoon's opinion. She has him come over that Saturday and tells him to clear his (nonexistent) schedule for the weekend.
He's expecting her to be decked out in full latex gear with a riding crop in hand. It really raises some questions about himself that he doesn't want to address. It's all wrong because Yoonji doesn't even come to the door when he knocks; she just yells for him to come in.
He finds her laid out on her couch in sweats with a bowl of cereal. It's feels like just about every other time he’s been over. Or it does until he goes in for a kiss and her puts her hand over his face and shoves him away.
“Nuh uh, you're spending your day between my legs. That underwear was like $50, dude.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes. He's getting the better end of the deal in his opinion. He sits between her legs on the floor, pulling the waistband of the sweats down with a little help.
She sets her cereal aside, tangling her fingers in his hair as he presses a kiss to her clit. Oh yeah, he thinks, this is gonna be a piece of cake.
Hours later, Namjoon pulls his face out from between her thighs, hands keeping her asscheeks spread so he can watch the way she clenches around nothing.
"Yoonji, my jaw hurts." And it does, but it's more about not being allowed to come. They've taken breaks, even fucked, but he's still gotten no relief. He's going crazy. The sight of her pussy all swollen and open isn't helping either.
He still lets her hand lead him back down. He dives right back in, licking from her clit to entrance and sliding his tongue in.
"You know, Jimin never complains like this and he doesn't ruin my things. Maybe I should call him instead."
Namjoon growls with the sound muffled in her skin. She makes a noise of complaint when he pulls away again but this time he's not whining.
He sits up, settling between her spread thighs and using his hands to spread her open.The head of his cock rubs at her hole before he's sliding inside, too fast too hard.
She clenches tight around him, her hands fisting in the sheets, pushing herself up by the elbows as she moans. "Joon, fuck."
He grunts in response, pressing forward until his hip bones dig into her ass. He grips the fat of her ass for leverage as he pulls out and slams back in.
Yoonji falls face first into the mattress with a groan. She's so tight around him.
Namjoon changes angles and puts a hand between her shoulder blades as he thrusts harder still. She whines, unused to having to simply sit there and take it. He keeps going, keeping her prone beneath him. It's definitely making him feel better to see her reduced to a this because of him.
When the initial fire in him cools, he lays his body over hers to get as close as he can. His heart goes a little soft, and presses kisses on the notches of her spine. He thinks the mood might be changing until she pushes up on her hands again so suddenly his teeth knock together.
She rocks back into his cock with a low groan, she feels almost raw around him. So good that she wants to push him to see what he'll give her. "Is that the best you've got?"
Namjoon knows what she wants. He gives it by wrapping his hand around her neck. Not too strong but enough that breathing gets a little harder. He keeps his other hand on her hip, dragging her back to meet each thrust. Each strangled little sound makes him hold her tighter.
Namjoon pulls her up against his chest, letting Yoonji breathe before choking her again. She squirms on his cock trying to get him deeper, urging him to move faster, but Namjoon keeps his thrusts slow and steady. The feeling of her trying to moan beneath his fingers brings him to the edge.
He has to pull out to keep from coming, letting her breathe again. “Touch yourself.”
Namjoon keeps her pressed against him and plays with her tits until he knows she’s close. He replaces her hand with his, set on making her come. Yoonji’s nails dig into his thighs to ground herself through it. He tilts her head back so he can kiss her neck as he gets her off and refresh the fading marks there.
Yoonji comes when he bites down hard on her shoulder. He lets her collapse against the mattress and jerks himself off until he comes over her cunt. One of his favorite things is the way she looks covered in his come. It feels like she's his, like she wants to be.
Namjoon has to think back on those moments a lot. The day he meets Jimin is the worst. The kid is nice. A shithead who could steal the world with a smile and Namjoon worries that he might just take Yoonji from him.
That same afternoon Yoonji rides him in her car and he feels a little bit better. He feels a lot better when she holds his hand on the ride to her place, and lets him fall asleep in her bed with her body curled up against his.
Two months down the line, things between them have become solid in a way Yoonji isn't sure how to handle. She's starting to get to know him. She's met his mom and dad, she's heard him ramble about his goals in life when he's crossfaded on her kitchen floor.
It was supposed to be sex and now it’s Something.
There's still a lot of sex though.
An example being: Namjoon's kink for making her come in public. She's never asked him why because she likes the thrill of it too. Her desire to be watched as Namjoon stretches her open and leaves her in a wreck is stronger than she'd ever admit. She only protests it for the sake of protesting. They wouldn't be the same if she didn't give him shit for every breath.
But, the subway ride to Jin's is not the time even if she does like it.
Yoonji’s trying to focus on finishing the post lab questions that are due before midnight, and texting her dad for the funds to get her car fixed. That's the only goddamn reason they're taking the subway.
Her plate is full, overflowing in fact, when Namjoon tries to start something up. She should have expected the packed car to inspire him. In all the bodies there's less chance of them being noticed, but she's too focused on her phone to think about anything else.
When his fingers dance along the underside of her skirt, she shoves them away. Namjoon whines, face nuzzling in her hair. "Yoonji, c'mon."
She stares blankly at him before returning to her phone, typing with one hand while letting the other fall to the front of his jeans. She's almost halfway through the lab questions, just a few more to go when she rubs his cock through his jeans. She can feel his dick twitch beneath her hand and grips harder. Namjoon releases a breathy groan quietly enough that only she can hear.
She undoes his fly and tries to type the same sentence three times as she pulls his dick out. Thank God for the sounds of the train and people to cover the sound of his zipper.
She wraps her hand around him the best she can and gives up on her work. If she gets a bad grade she’ll just have to punish him. Yoonji doesn't look his way despite giving up her task. She just switches so she's scrolling absently through instagram as Joon tries to keep quiet.
He's doing too well at it so she tightens her grip , pumping his shaft faster until he's whining into her neck and struggling not to fuck her fist. He's already so close.
"Look at you. I barely touched you and you're about to come," she hisses at him, letting her thumb dig into his slit. "You're pathetic, Joon."
She jerks him off fast and dirty, forgetting to worry about the noise. He's coming into her hand a few strokes later.
Yoonji catches it in her palm before smearing it on the inside Namjoon's pants and his face when she pats his cheek. "You're so easy."
He glares down at her, cheeks flushed and out of breath. He mumbles shit talk as he tucks himself back into his pants. He moves until he's standing behind her to use her as a shield for the rest of the ride.
She means to finish her work, but ends up relaxing tentatively into the back hug after warning him to keep his hands to himself.
When they reach their stop, Yoonji lets him manhandle her out of the car but pulls away before they get above ground. She shuts down his complaints before they come. "You're the one who couldn't wait twenty minutes before trying to get off. Don't try to act embarrassed now, everyone already knows you're desperate."
She waits for him to snipe back but gets him blushing instead. Just a bit endeared, she tiptoes up and kisses him.
She toys with him the entire walk to Jin’s apartment and ends up bent over the bathroom counter. She berates Joon until her hips and thighs are covered in scrapes and bruises. She thinks they look pretty.
And Namjoon thinks so too. His hands constantly drift back to them the rest of the night.
There are moments that keep popping up between them that knock her world off kilter.
Moments as simple as Namjoon taking the time to buy her coffee before school some mornings. When she takes her first sip she realizes he knows her coffee order. She’s glaring it down in the middle of calculus, debating throwing the cup away.
But it is coffee and it is free so Yoonji keeps it. She keeps the cup with her the rest of the day even when it's empty. Which is dumb, she knows and still doesn't throw it away.
Another instance comes not too long after.
Namjoon asks her to prom, and Yoonji thinks it's awful. Thinks the event is overrated and expensive. It's just another scam in the whole idea of high school. On the other hand, Yoonji can barely contain the pride at the fact that she was asked. Even if it is Namjoon who's been her Something for almost three months now.
It's not like he would have asked anyone else, but he did ask her . She says yes but keeps every positive emotion locked down deep. She trades them in for eye rolls as Namjoon starts talking about what he has planned.
Namjoon must have a deep investment in this because he ventures into deep territories. “Do you want me to like... match you?”
Yoonji isn't stops walking, trying to figure out what he means. “What?”
“You know,” Namjoon looks down and scratches the nape of his neck, “Like the color of your dress matching my tie or something.”
“Oh.” That's like a couple thing. Yoonji’s seen it in a million high school movies- couples coordinating outfits for prom. She can't believe that's her. She can't believe that she kind of wants it. They're not a couple, though. Not really. “Nah, it's not like we're Barbie and Ken. Just don't wear sweats.”
Namjoon takes a minute before answering. She looks at his face, but then he’s looking up with a dimpled smile that she takes at face value. “Right. Cool.”
He resumes his rambling, but it's a little more subdued than it was before. Yoonji tries not to think about it. She ends up giving him input even if it's just a hum of agreement and it seems to help.
Namjoon kisses her goodbye, bracketing her in against the car with his arms. It's apparently the day of acting like every teen romance movie ever.
Yoonji wonders if she'll start falling asleep with thoughts of a picture perfect wedding and doodling hearts on the margins of her paper. She snorts and pulls out of the kiss.
“Jin and Hoseok want to go to the skatepark tomorrow, apparently some kid they know wants to show off.”
Namjoon nods, “Alright, should I come by your place before?”
While he's waiting for her to answer he tilts her head up and kisses her neck. She has to pull him away to be able to think clearly. “Yeah,” she sighs as he starts up again, teeth scraping her jaw, “Maybe if you're good I'll suck your dick in the pit.”
Namjoon groans and sucks harder at her neck. “Yeah?”
Yoonji would bet money he's already hard in his jeans. She tightens her grip on his hair. They're cut off by Hoseok yelling across the lot.
“Joon! Hurry the fuck up!”
“Fuck you.” Namjoon pulls back anyway, giving a softer kiss to her mouth before jogging to where Hoseok’s already starting his car.
A week later, Yoonji finally remembers the plans she had made with Jimin to go to prom.
She skips going to the snack machine at lunch to head across campus to the weight room. It’s a disgusting mix of sweat and too much cologne in there, but she forces herself inside.
The deeper she gets the more the smell intensifies. Yoonji is starting to debate the amount of effort she's putting into this. But she does spot Jin after a few scans of the room.
The plan that forms feels like it should have been obvious before she put herself through this toxic environment. Her lungs might never recover.
Jin doesn't notice her until she's right in front of him and tapping him on the shoulder. He shrieks, releasing the straps in his hand and the weights slam down hard in their piles behind him.
“Yoonji, what the fuck?” He asks when his breathing evens out.
“I need you to do something for me.”
Jin looks her over and sets his jaw. “I'm not getting you acid. Not after last time.”
“Wha-” She splutters, jaw opening and shutting soundlessly before she recovers. “No. No acid. I just need you to take Jimin to prom.”
She figures if she gets a fill in Jimin won’t bitch at her too much. And from what she can remember, Jin is a kinky son of bitch so really, she's doing them both a favor. She's proud of herself, this is quality problem solving and-
“Who is Jimin?”
Oh. Oh yeah. Jin has never actually met Jimin. Namjoon? Yes. Hoseok? Yes. But the guy she tries to set him up with? Of course not.
Yoonji doesn't answer him right away. She gets out her phone and pulls up Jimin’s instagram. She hands it over to him with Jimin’s most recent selfie up. It's a little cringey. His lips are pouted out, and he's sweaty from the gym.
Jin looks at it for a while and Yoonji nearly zones out waiting for a reaction. She snaps out of it when he starts tapping on the screen. She yanks it back. “Hey!”
He'd texted himself a screenshot of a shirtless pic of Jimin. She glares at him. “You perv. Are you going to do it or not?”
“Of course!” He cheers, smiling. He lays a hand in her hair and ruffles it. It takes everything in her not to break his already crooked fingers.
She grabs him by the wrist and throws his arm away, ignoring his offended noise. “Thanks.”
She stomps out of the weight room, sending Jin another text telling him Jimin’s last class of the day. Then she shoots one to Jimin apologizing and telling him she's already made it up to him.
He sends her a million question marks back, but she only tells him to take his time leaving today.
Prom comes up on Yoonji a lot faster than she expected, but a lot of things have been doing that this year. She's getting used to life moving faster than she can catch up.
She's picked out her dress and even gets acrylic nails on. She hates them. They make everything harder to do, and she nearly snaps them off with her teeth an hour after getting them. She reminds herself it’s worth it.
Namjoon comes over the day she gets them, and she claws him up when they fuck. His reaction to the pain gives her ideas that she never considered before.
The next round, she pins him down and rides him, scratching her name into skin above his nipple (and conveniently, his heart.)
When her legs start to ache and she's about to roll over and make him do the work, he’s whining her name and asking for more. She laughs at him but grabs his wrists, pinning them over his head with one hand. His reaction sparks a dark heat in her belly. She changes from bouncing on his dick to rolling her hips nice and slow.
She uses her free hand and scratches her nails lightly over his ribs. He squirms and arches his back, trying to escape it. She digs them into the meat of his chest. His hips jerk with the pain, sending himself even deeper inside of her. Encouraged, Yoonji alternates between teasing and leaving red lines on his skin. Some of them are purely accidental spawning from when he finally breaks free of her grasp and fucks her in earnest.
When she climbs off of him, panting and sated she can't resist teasing him about it. “If you like them so much I might just keep them.”
“Fuck you.” It’s incredibly halfhearted.
She smirks at him, “You just did.”
Actually walking into the hotel banquet hall her school had rented out and slapped decorations over is surreal.
She lets Namjoon guide her to the ugly photo setup, the background drape is a dark blue to match the theme. It's kind of cute watching him run his hand through his hair and adjusting his tie. The tie he had that somehow matched to the exact baby pink of her dress. She assumes Jin or Hoseok as his accomplice in that. The main point is that they match.
Goddamnit. She's the fucking Barbie to his Ken.
She doesn't make a fuss about the generic theme or the gigantic flash of the camera that blinds her instantly. With Namjoon's enthusiasm leading the way Yoonji starts enjoying herself. The best part of the night by far is watching Namjoon dance. Technically, they're dancing together, but Namjoon's offbeat moves are hard to keep up with.
Her feet start to ache from just her flats, and the food table has been scavenged almost bare. Sure, the actual event still has another two hours before it officially wraps up, but Yoonji’s pretty sure they've seen all there is to see here.
They're all sitting down at one table, plastic cups littered across the entire surface from random people and them. Namjoon's busy talking to Hobi and his date, some girl Yoonji has history with but has never spoken to. Jimin’s out of the question for company because he's busy being groped by Jin under the table.
Yoonji takes it upon herself to end the night early. She uses the most effective way she knows by sending Joon two of the pictures she had taken yesterday.
They're of her in a school skirt yanked up with fishnets beneath. But the real eye catcher is the base of the plug peeking from between her cheeks while her hand covers her pussy.
Namjoon reaches for his phone as soon as they send. Yoonji doesn't take her eyes off of him as he opens the message.
His hand clenches around the phone, looking dangerously close to crushing it. He's looking at her with dark eyes that make her blood rush. He leans over to whisper in her ear, “We’re leaving. Now.”
Yoonji can barely hold off her smug grin as she stands, grabbing her purse. “Well, we're off like my prom dress.”
Jin groans at her. “Get out of here you heathens.”
“Sure thing. And don't think no one's noticed your hand on Jimin’s dick. He likes to be hurt, by the way.” She rushes out the last bit because Namjoon's given up waiting in exchange for picking her up and carrying her away.
Yoonji thinks it's funny that her dress doesn't come off until after they've fucked. He doesn't get past the front door.
They stay up naked eating soggy cereal together on her couch as George Lopez reruns play. It's been a pretty good day all in all.
-
Namjoon knocks on her door out of habit more than necessity before twisting the knob and walking in. It takes a minute for his brain to understand what he's seeing.
Jimin’s sitting on the couch, cheeks bright red as Yoonji towers over him. She's saying something to him that he can't quite make out, but he can hear the “please” Jimin responds with.
Oh. Namjoon doesn't think she's realized he's here yet and wonders if he should leave. Then Yoonji’s ruffling Jimin’s hair and walking his way.
“I didn't realize...I can go?”
Yoonji raises an confused eyebrow, putting her hands on his chest and stretching up to kiss him. Namjoon looks to Jimin awkwardly, but the younger is busy on his phone.
She puts her hands on his face, growing impatient the longer he doesn't kiss back. Still a bit unsure, he grabs her hips to pull her close while sliding his tongue into her mouth. She yanks him down by the neck with a hum. Namjoon starts to forget Jimin’s even there.
When his hands slide down to grab her ass she pulls away. “I need to shower, but you can chill with Jimin.”
Namjoon glances over to Jimin again, and stiffly nods. “Right.”
Namjoon watches her walk away, sighing when the bathroom door shuts behind her. He looks over to the couch and feels a little bad. Jimin looks so small on the couch, harmless. So, Namjoon crosses the room, and sits down beside him.
Jimin looks up and smiles, making Namjoon feel guilty about the resentment still burning inside his chest. He let's Jimin start up a conversation. Namjoon still doesn't know all that much about him. They've only ever hung out in a group where he's always been focused on Yoonji.
He soon discovers that Jimin’s the type of sweet that makes you want to give him the world. He would most definitely fit into the boy next door category if he wasn't a part of their tiny stoner group.
In the time it takes Yoonji to shower, Namjoon somehow agrees to help Jimin in his physics class. Jimin ropes him in with puppy eyes and a hand on his knee. Namjoon figures his first observation was wrong. Jimin is not sweet. Jimin is a demon with a baby face. He's more than a little glad Jimin found Yoonji first. She seems to have a handle on him.
When Yoonji finally comes back he breathes out a sigh of relief. She comes before Jimin manages to wrangle anything else out of Namjoon. But, her presence has the added effect of making all the dark thoughts he'd manage to push down come back up.
Nearly fifteen minutes later Jin shows up. He walks in without knocking, a most definitely a deeper rooted habit for him. Namjoon doubts there's ever been a door not open to him. He's relieved that he's there, though. It’s someone he can focus on to quiet the millions of thoughts in his head.
Or not.
Jimin jumps up the moment Jin walks in. Yoonji gets up too, handing Jin cash and grabbing the baggie of weed in his palm.
Jin smiles as he looks at Jimin, who's hovering beside him but not touching him, then looks back to her. “Thanks for watching him.”
There’s something Namjoon’s missing because the words make Yoonji laugh and Jimin’s cheeks flush. Jimin’s eyebrows furrow in irritation that fades the second Jin throws his arm around him.
He’s on the outside of a joke and he hates it. He stops listening. Pulls out his phone and tries to be interested in social media.
He hears, “I think you might need to handle him, Jin. He had Joon pretty flustered when I found them.”
Then the front door shuts and Yoonji’s picking the phone out of his hand and straddling his lap. She tilts his face up with a finger under his chin until he meets her eye.
“I've got errands to run, wanna come?”
That's how he ends up in Walmart struggling to push a cartful of groceries through the a crowded cereal aisle. He lets Yoonji lead, thankful of not having to navigate for himself.
It’s nice. Namjoon likes sex with Yoonji a lot, he'll be honest, but he likes the moments he gets between just as much. Before today he had been thinking Yoonji had accepted this thing between them as something more.
Now he’s not so sure.
It's not a good thing or nice thing for him to think about so he pushes it away and focuses on steering away from the bodies and carts around him while Yoonji picks out her cereal.
They've reached the frozen food/meat aisles and it’s nearly deserted, only a few people scattered at the deli counter. They hurry up grabbing the few things she needs when he gets an idea.
“Yoonji.”
She doesn't look up from the packages of steaks on the shelf, “Hm?”
“You want to ride around on the cart? I bet I could go pretty fast with how empty it is here.” Namjoon tries to make it sound as appealing as he can.
Soon, Yoonji's clinging to the front of the grocery cart, whisper-yelling at him to push harder. Then not so whisper yelling as he runs and hops up on the cart while it speeds across the tile.
They make a couple laps around until an employee comes out and tells them to stop.
Yoonji rolls her eyes at their stern look, but willfully hops down. She waits until they're down the bread aisle before saying anything.
“What a fucking buzzkill,” She gets up on tiptoe to snag a loaf of whole grain bread. “I would bet on my left tit that they do the same thing after closing for the...night.”
She’s turning to toss the loaf in the cart and finds Namjoon in front of her. This close she has to tilt her neck to look at his face. He takes it as a reason to kiss her. She lets him back her against the wall of bread as he sucks on her tongue.
They end up making out too long for the employee monitoring the security cameras to allow because that same attendant finds them again. This time threatening to have them blacklisted from the store.
Yoonji grumbles the whole time as they load only what they've already got onto the conveyor belt. “I'm never buying groceries with you again.”
Namjoon just chuckles to himself at her angry pout.
Yoonji’s still mad as they walk towards her Jeep. “I can't believe you nearly got me kicked out of Walmart . No one gets kicked out of Walmart.”
She's still ranting as she starts the car. He waits for her to take a break to breathe. It’s maddening and endearing the length of his wait, but when she does finally he uses the chance and the convenience of the red light to grab her cheeks and plant a solid closed mouth kiss on her lips.
He pulls back because the cars behind them have started to honk impatiently. Yoonji watches him with pan wide eyes for a few seconds before she seems to recover and slams down on the gas.
Namjoon thinks he might not be crazy to think Yoonji’s on the same page as him. Not if the way she's speeding through a residential area with a dark blush means anything.
No matter how many times the insecurity is soothed though, it never fully heals. It doesn't help that as much as he picks at the scab; Yoonji’s always ready with a shaker of salt.
The party feels like a good idea when Jin invites them. Now that Jimin’s with Jin he doesn't worry too much about him and Yoonji.
Hoseok’s there and he's got good weed and came equipped with his gravity bong. Yoonji sticks by him for the most part, only disappearing to get a drink but comes back and settles herself in his lap.
Where they are right now is a room off to the side of the living room, but because Jin’s family is fucking loaded the room is still furnished with two couches and a tv. Namjoon doesn't even know what to classify it as and he couldn't care less.
Hoseok eventually leaves, taking his precious, beautiful drugs with him as he announces to the whole two of them that he's got to spread the high.
Yoonji sprawls out on the couch with her legs over his. He strokes her thigh, inching up further each time.
She spreads her thighs and he thinks that's her giving him the go ahead, but then she's moving again and climbing off the couch.
He watches her leave, doesn't even ask where she's going.
When she comes back she's not alone. There's a bag of chips clutched in one hand and the other is interlocked with Jimin’s fingers. They stumble in laughing with Jin just a few steps behind.
Yoonji suddenly stops walking, dropping the chips on the table and using that hand to grab Jimin’s hair and yank his head back. Jin grins at her and steps forward, holding Jimin’s chin and kissing him. Namjoon's dick twitches at the sound he lets out.
Jin’s hand comes up and replaces Yoonji’s. She easily goes, dropping Jimin's hand as well. She grabs a chip from the bag while Jin brings Jimin to the couch. The same couch they're already on, like there's not another three feet away.
He tries to control his irritation, tries not to watch the way Jin already has Jimin on his knees and feel jealous. He wonders what's it like not to have to fight for every kiss even though he knows he hasn't had to for weeks now.
He looks away when Jin undoes his fly.
Yoonji settles sideways in Joon's lap so she can rest her face in the side of his neck. She lets herself relax there, breathing in the smell of weed and his cologne. It’s slight enough to be soothing and if she's honest, a little hot.
She knows Namjoon, knows he’s mostly too soft for any of the cruelty she imagines, but the smell of him makes her insides twist. She likes thinking about how he could fuck her up.
Beneath his almost obedience to her there's power. It's not like he's as built at Jimin but there's strength in him. She's got a monster in a collar, hanging off her every word. Maybe not peacefully, she thinks of the bruises on her hips and thighs, the possessive angry growls in her ear as he fucks her into the mattress back home.
Definitely not peaceful, but hers.
The world is softer at the edges now that the high is setting in. She thinks about starting something to feed Namjoon's nasty little public kink, but when she tries to kiss his neck he tenses. It’s not too much, but enough for her to back off.
Yoonji pulls back to look at his face. He just looks stoned. Really fucking stoned because of Hoseok and his gravity bong. She shrugs it off and looks back to where Jimin's mouth looks like might rip from trying to fit all of Jin's cock in. She can see the outline of it in his throat and pulls her thighs together as she feels heat spread through her.
Jin's hand is carding gently through Jimin's hair while he gurgles and dirty swallows around him. There's spit down his chin and dripping to the floor as Jin tightens his hold and pulls him to the base.
Her place in Namjoon's lap gives her enough of a height boost to see the tears well up and spill down his cheeks. She vaguely misses it, misses pushing Jimin until he would break apart for her. Jin is better for him though. She can see it just in the way he hasn't even pushed his jeans down. Everytime he pulls Jimin down his chin digs into the metal but Jimin doesn't complain.
She can see how much he loves it.
She looks away for a split second to look at Namjoon, his stupid face and beautiful eyelashes. She doesn't want anything besides what she has right now.
Sometime in the night, Namjoon gets off the couch and disappears back into the party. He doesn’t come back.
For the first time in a long time, Yoonji goes home alone. She falls asleep with a pit in her gut and phone beside her pillow.
She wakes up and regrets it. She's got a million texts from Hoseok. Then there’s Jimin and a post notification from Namjoon's instagram. The bad feeling from last night is even stronger and she can't bring herself to open the texts, so she clicks on the notif.
There's a picture of Namjoon with a girl on his lap. She likes it, being caught in the first wave of anger. She moves on to her messages.
It's just a flood of drunk Hoseok and Jimin who's sent a screenshot of Namjoon’s post with a million question marks. He asked if she wanted him to kick Namjoon's ass, told her he loved her. She doesn't reply.
There's nothing from Namjoon.
She doesn't do much of anything for a few hours, laying in bed staring up at the ceiling angry at herself. The sun's going down, and there are tears drying on her cheeks when someone knocks on her door.
Yoonji knows who it is. It's not the over energetic sound of Hoseok, or the joint knock of Jimin and Jin because they're always together now.
She gets up, scrubbing a hand over her face and draws on the anger from earlier. The door opens and she suddenly doesn't have to try to be angry. Kim Namjoon's on her doorstep, looking like he hadn't just gleefully posted his one night stand for all to see. Like he wasn't flaunting it in her face.
“The fuck do you want.” Yoonji’s hands shake a little from containing the anger.
“Hello to you too.”
She bites her cheek, thinking briefly to the gun stored away in the back of her closet. Her dad had given it to her for protection. Not entirely applicable now, but she can dream can't she?
She lets him in, glaring the whole time. He sits down on her couch, digging in the cushions for a remote. She grits her teeth to hold back a scream. So nonchalant, like her chest wasn't ripped open. “Did you have fun last night? If your instagram is anything to go by I'd say you did.”
Namjoon freezes, looking up at her with wide eyes that quickly harden and turn cold. He stands up, puffing his chest out and pointing his chin up, “Yeah, I did.”
“Great, so why aren't you at her house? Because surprise, surprise I'm not interested in greasy shits.”
Namjoon's face is still icy. It makes her want to cry. His words make it worse. “I don't remember us ever being exclusive, Yoonji, you certainly don't act like it.”
They're separated by the coffee table, glaring at each other across the space, and Yoonji’s still having to convert the ache in her chest to anger. It doesn't make sense why she has to fight so hard to be pissed. She ends up missing her turn to talk because Joon is barrels forward without her.
“So you get to fuck Jimin and I'm supposed to be your bitch boy?” He talks with his hands, slightly less cool now. “What right do you have to be mad?”
The way he spits the words out, hateful and condescending, make her blood freeze.
“This is about Jimin ?” His words ring in her ears as she tries to fit the puzzle pieces together. All she gets is his fucking stupidity. “You think I'm fucking Jimin? You think Jin would let that happen?”
She can't wrap her head around it, honestly. All this pain because she thought they were finally settled into this something just for Namjoon to dive dick first to fix his bruised ego. Namjoon seems to realize his mistake too, deflating a little and looking away. It doesn't feel all that good to win.
She lets her shoulders fall because it looks like the fight's over. Namjoon's busy not looking at her and that hurts too. When the fuck did she start letting things hurt her?
Yoonji freezes when she feels arms wrap around her. Namjoon face is in the crook of her neck, lips pressed to skin, holding her like he's afraid she'll tell him to stop. She thinks about it, but lets it go.
“I'm sorry.”
She doesn't say anything back, but leans her head to the side to give him more access. She sighs as he leaves kisses across her skin.
He grips her tighter, pausing the kisses to speak, “I didn't-”
“Later.” She stretches her neck back, wincing a little at the angle, so she can kiss him.
There's no fight right now, so she seeks comfort. Namjoon kisses her like he's trying to apologize. Yoonji ups the ante by biting his lip and putting his hands on her ass.
They makeout standing in her living room until they nearly fall over. Namjoon pulls back first to ask, “Bed? Wall?”
Yoonji pulls him to the wall partly because she likes that he can lift her, but also because she's not sure she wants him in her bed yet. He gets his hands around her thighs to hoist her up and pushes her back against the wall as he kisses her.
It's so nice. The feeling of his hair between her fingers and the weight of his body pressing into hers. She wishes this is how last night had ended. It aches a little, probably will for a while, but she covers it by kissing harder until this, right here, is all she can think about.
He gives her a quick warning to wrap her legs around him so he can undo his pants. Namjoon lines up, about to slide in before she stops him.
“Did you wear a condom?” She doesn't want to ask but she has to.
“Yes, I promise, I’m sorry I wouldn't-”
But you did, she thinks. She cuts him off and tells him to keep going. When he’s inside her she feels like she can breathe a little easier.
Yoonji had been grieving since the night before, had spent the whole day wallowing in the loss and feeling Namjoon beneath her hands is like taking a breath after drowning..
She wasn’t ready to lose him.
Fingers gripping his shoulders tight, Yoonji rests her forehead on his collarbone as he rolls his hips into hers. He's going too slow- that's not what she needs. She doesn't want it either. So, she pulls his hair until he whines and forces him to look at her in the eyes.
“Fuck me like you fucked her.” And then, because Yoonji’s never been without insecurity, just buried it, “Was she better than me? Did she take it nice and sweet the way you wanted?”
Namjoon freezes, searching her face for something. Yoonji doesn't know if he finds it but his fingers dig deeper into her thighs, and he pulls out to ram his cock back in.
He groans at the same time she does.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” Yoonji whines, lifting up as much as she can to fuck herself. Namjoon takes the hint and starts to fuck her in earnest.
Her legs start to ache from clinging to him, but she asks for more. Namjoon listens, holding her tighter and kissing her even when it's more air than lip.
They end up in her bed anyway, but she feels better about it. The sting isn't going to leave her any time soon, but she's comforted in the fact that he's here with her. He came back to her.
After he had come, Namjoon had held her to his chest as he apologized and explained. Explained how it had all started, the resentment, the fear. She didn't even tease him about the few tears that fell down on her.
Yoonji lays her head on Namjoon's chest. He's asleep now with an arm over his eyes and breathing evenly. It helps her relax too.
She throws an arm around him, but is most definitely not cuddling. The leg over his is purely out of convenience as well. Yoonji closes her eyes, attempting to sleep while the day swirls around in her head, and she says without really thinking, “I don't want to share you.”
Namjoon doesn't react, and she gradually relaxes from the panic. She's nearly there when he grumbles out, voice heavy with sleep, “I heard that.”
“Did you also hear that I'll kick your ass.”
“Cute.”
Yoonji’s head snaps up. Her first reaction is to pinch his nipple; Namjoon writhes in pain beneath her, whining her name before he manages to pry her fingers off. Namjoon rubbing his nipple and pouting up at her is one of the most hilarious sights she's ever seen. She let's the moment of softness take her over.
She shifts until she’s on top of him, situated so his dick is slotted in the perfect place to grind her clit down if she wanted to.
Namjoon groans with a buck of his hips. She laughs when she feels him trying to get hard again. She drags her pussy over his dick just to tease.
“Yoonji.”
“Cute.”
He grabs at her hips, trying to get her to move again. She doesn't purely because she loves when he begs. But Yoonji also loves it when he comes so she gives in a few minutes later. She doesn't cuddle him after.
And she definitely doesn't wait until he's asleep to whisper that she's maybe a little in love with him. (Cause she does that part while he's awake. She's soft, sue her.)