"Absolutely not," Namjoon glares down at you. You're both on the bed but you're sitting down and he's up on his knees.

"Why not?" you pout, using your most convincing set of puppy dog eyes.

"A blowjob?" he scoffs, gripping your forearms as you try for the hem of his pants again. "You're trying to tell me that's not going to make it hard to breathe?"

"I have a nose, Namjoon."

He glares down at you as you use his government name.

"Oh my god," you groan, animatedly rolling your eyes as he's still holding your arms. "Never in my life have I had to beg to give a man a blowjob."

"Don't talk about other men you've blown," he scowls.

You look back up at him in disbelief. "Do you think we're able to have our hot, kinky sex by being virgins?"

"Still," he glares, "I don't want to hear it."

"Then let me suck your dick," you glare back.

"I don't want you to," he stubbornly refutes.

Your eyes drop down to his bulge a foot in front of your face. "I don't think that's accurate."

He keeps his brows furrowed and his grip on your arms tight, not letting you move.

"Joon," you say softly, changing your tone. "Please let me. I know what I'm doing. I'll even use my hands more than my mouth if you want."

His armor starts to crack as you really lay on the begging.

"You'll be able to tell if I can't control myself," you say to him, feeling his grip loosen just slightly. "Please baby. I want to please you."

He's frozen for a while, clearly having an internal conflict, both of his heads fighting against each other. Eventually he lets go of your arms, stepping back off the bed. You almost whimper in disappointment until he begins untying the draw strings around his pants.

"If you start breathing heavily, we're stopping," he says sternly.

"Yes sir," you nod, biting your lip in excitement before shuffling towards him.

His eyes gradually shift from uneasy to lustful as he watches you slip your fingers into the waist of his sweats, pushing them past his hips and letting them fall to the floor. You bite into your lip as his length slaps against his stomach, eyes sparkling like it's your birthday present.

You pull him onto the bed and guide him to lean slightly upward against the pillows and headboard. Just before you reach toward his hardened length with excited hands, he grabs your wrist to stop you. You look at him, a puzzled expression on your face, but his eyes are smoldering.

"Take that off," he says greedily, tugging your t-shirt.

You happily oblige as you lift the fabric over your head and toss it to the side. You pull the loose hair tie off your wrist to put your hair up in a high ponytail.

"Dammit," he groans, getting harder without you even touching him. "I'm gonna have to remind myself not to pull your hair."

You're actually kind of disappointed by his words. Namjoon's tugged your hair in bed a few times and you've always found it incredibly sexy, usually making you moan even louder.

"I believe in your willpower," you wink, finishing up your hair.

You crawl slowly between his legs and lower your head down but Namjoon grips your forearm, making sure to avoid your bandages, pulling you towards him.

"Come here first," he says huskily, bringing you up to straddle him on his lap.

You gasp as your skin touches his, your heat resting against his hardened member, and you both moan at the sensation. As his desire for you takes over, he doesn't give you much time to revel in the feeling of your body on his before pulling you towards him. He slides his hand under the fall of your hair and grips your neck as he pulls you in and crashes his lips against yours.

You're startled by how aggressive he is, immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth and gripping your ass as he grinds your hips onto him. He quickly lets go of your mouth so he doesn't steal your breath, lifting you slightly to leave messy wet kisses all along your neck and collarbones.

You fist your hands in his hair, feeling a slight discomfort in your ribs, but it's bearable. You realize now he wasn't scared of you not controlling yourself. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself. Despite how worried he was that he'd hurt you, he can't deny how badly he's been craving your touch, the feel of your body against his. He's missed this part of your relationship to the point of pain but he had gladly pushed down his selfish desires if it meant keeping you safe and healthy.

"Ugh," he groans, resting his head on your shoulder. "I want you so badly." He's using every ounce of self control he has to keep from doing what you've both been aching for. With the position you're in now he could easily slide inside of you. You don't mind not using protection; you're on birth control and you trust him. However, there's always a risk of the unexpected and as an idol it's too risky and you respect that. Besides, you'd just barely gotten him to agree to letting you please him this way and you knew there's no way he'd risk hurting you in any way just for sex, no matter how badly you both want it.

"Trust me baby," you giggle softly. "I'm going to take care of you."

He frowns, eyeing you carefully as he lets you slide down, your body nestling between his thighs. You've offered to taste him this way a few times but he always refused, saying he didn't really enjoy it. Little does he know your mouth is almost as good as your pussy and you're about to rock his world.

You position yourself, leaning slightly to the left to take the pressure off your injured leg. Once you're comfortable and confirm you're not in any pain, you slowly bend yourself down, starting at the base of his length and taking a long, slow, torturous lick up to the tip.

He inhales sharply as you take the swollen head of his length between your lips, giving it a little extra attention with your tongue before taking more of him in your mouth. You take him in nice and slow, savoring the feel of him hard and throbbing in your mouth. Your hunger for him shows as your mouth waters and he groans as you coat his length with your saliva.

You make sure not to take too much of him, worried he'll make you stop if your breathing changes at all. You wrap your right hand around the base of his length and begin stroking him with the same rhythm of your mouth.

"Fuck," he groans, gripping your shoulder. Namjoon's not been too vocal when it comes to being intimate with you but those grunts and small moans stroke your ego, giving you the enthusiasm to keep sucking him energetically.

You trail your fingers down until they reach his heavy sac and give it a gentle squeeze, earning light groans and gasps with each touch.

So far you're able to keep your breathing pretty stable, still not feeling any pain in your incisions. You pick up the pace a little more as Namjoon's hips unconsciously grind into you.

He realizes his movement and stops, reaching for your chin to guide you off him. "Take a break," he says breathlessly.

"I'm fine," you whimper, trying to move your head back down. "I'm not ev-"

"It wasn't a request," he growls, gripping your neck to bring you back up.

You were a little fretful about how you'd handle the choking with Namjoon after what you went through. But now that it's happening, it doesn't scare you like you were concerned it would. It actually turns you on even more, finding it so incredibly sexy how he can make the same act feel so different.

He'd also been worried about it but relaxes when he sees nothing but lust and desire behind your eyes as he grips the sides of your throat, not touching your airway at all.

You let him keep his fingers wrapped around your neck, staring into his eyes as you return your hand to stroke him. He moans at the feeling before meeting your gaze again, panting as he bores his eyes into yours.

Locking your gaze with him as his eyes burn with lust might be the most erotic thing you've ever seen. His muscles contract as he shudders at the pleasure, giving you a clear picture of his chiseled pecs and abs. The light sweat dripping off of him gives his skin a sheen that almost makes him glow. The sexiest part, however, is his heavy lids as he refuses to look anywhere but into your eyes. His body is tight with need yet he's melting under your touch as his moans become pants of pleasure.

You reach for his arm with your free hand, removing his grip as you move back down, swallowing him back into your mouth and taking him all the way to the hilt.

"Fuck," he moans, leaning his head back against the headboard, his fists gripping the panel to keep his control. "Baby I'm cumming soon. Just finish with your hand."

You ignore his request and remain firmly in your position, taking him fully as his legs start to tremble. You refuse to slow down, continuing your pace. This feels just as good for you as it does for him and there's no way you're quitting when he's this close.

"[Y/N] I- fuck," he pants, trying to grab your shoulder to move you off. You grip his hand in yours, looking up into his eyes as you feel him start to climax.

"I'm cu- oh my god," he moans, snapping his head back. You never slow down as you guide him through his release, the salty-sweet taste of his orgasm hitting the back of your throat. You swallow every drop of him proudly, his body shaking as he looks down to watch you in amazement.

You let go of him with a soft pop as he comes down from his high, stopping to swipe the last bit of his release that trickled down onto your chin with your thumb. He watches in awe, his breathing shallow, as you suck his essence off of your thumb with a smug smile.

"Christ, [Y/N]," he pants, still holding the headboard and trying to catch his breath. "I changed my mind. I do like blowjobs."

"I told you I'd take care of you," you wink.

• • • • • • • •

"I swear to god it's like a shiny new toy that he's found and wants to use every day," you sigh, swallowing a shot of soju. "He had it once and now he has to have it all the time."

"That's your own fault," Nanami snorts, shoving a handful of dried squid in her mouth. "He told you he didn't want your sloppy toppy and you made him take it. Maybe don't be so good at sucking his dick."

"Can you talk any fucking louder?" you grit through your teeth, noticing other tables turning to give mortified looks.

"Don't pretend like you don't like it," she rolls her eyes. "It strokes your ego that you're the only one who can make him cum just from your mouth."

You bite into your lip to fight back a small smile, and Nanami notices.

"See you fucking bitch I knew it," she laughs, drunkenly slapping the tabletop. "You have THE Kim Na- I mean that guy wrapped around your finger. You enjoy it."

"You're right," you concede, taking another shot of soju and allowing a smug smile to cross your face. "It's kind of annoying when he asks out of nowhere but halfway through I'm enjoying it just as much as he is. I think he moans more during my blowjobs than he did during sex. And he always makes sure to take care of me as a thank you."

It's been over a month since the incident, and the doc still hasn't given the okay for "physical activities." Namjoon's been all over you, showering you with kisses and affection, and most importantly, food. He was already doing all those things before he was getting blown every night but now he puts even more effort into it. You blew him so good the other night he offered to buy you a Porsche.

Hae-Ran and her father are still at large. Apparently they were spotted in China a week ago but they were already long gone by the time the news reached Korea. You've started going out again, refusing to hide and live in fear. Namjoon doesn't like it but he doesn't want to keep you prisoner either.

"How're you and Jimin?" you ask, downing another shot.

"I'm fucked if we ever break up," she whines. "His dick is so good. It's unlike any other. I'll never find dick as good as his."

"Nanami, I'm asking about the emotional part of it," you roll your eyes. "You've already told me how great his dick is."

"Oh yeah," she giggles, picking up her shot glass. "I'm so fucking in love with him."

"Really?" you squeal, clapping your hands together. "Have you told him?"

"Hell fucking no," she scoffs, slamming her glass back down. "The one to say it first loses."

"Namjoon said it to me first and we're fine," you shrug.

"Yeah well not everyone is in a fucking Liam Neeson movie," she says sarcastically. "You almost died, that's different."

"Whatever," you snort, clinking her glass.

"Aren't you not supposed to be drinking?" Nanami asks after your seventh shot of soju.

"It's fine," you wave her off. "I ate a lot for dinner so my tolerance is high tonight. I can already hear Namjoon griping at me though."

You have another check up tomorrow and should probably be going to sleep right about now. But you and Namjoon got into a small argument and you stormed out. You both have each other's locations now so he knows you're not far. He probably has a bodyguard tailing you somewhere too.

"What did y'all even argue about?" she asks, finishing off the last bit of soju.

"He wants to get a pet turtle," you mumble, looking down at your glass.

Nanami stares at you for a moment, completely dumbfounded. "You called me all the way out here because of a fucking turtle?"

"No," you pout, avoiding her eyes. "Can't I just hangout with my best friend? But also I don't like reptiles. They're fucking gross. All of them."

"Turtles are cute," Nanami frowns.

"He's not there half the time!" you retort. "I'd be the one having to take care of it."

"It's his apartment."

"Yeah well it's his fault I have to stay there."

You slap your hand over your mouth as Nanami crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing you like you're an idiot. "I thought it wasn't his fault?" she smirks. "No wonder he doesn't believe you when this is your mentality."

You groan into your palms. Namjoon's been slowly trying to get rid of his guilt over what happened. The amount of reassurance he needs has been getting a little overbearing, but you're trying to be patient with it. You know it's not his fault, and you know you'd be guilt ridden too if the roles were reversed.

And now here you are blaming him behind his back.

"I don't mean it like that," you whimper.

"I know," Nanami snorts, crunching on more squid. "But he's been through hell. I wish you could've seen him during those four hours you were gone. Just let him get the damn turtle."

"Fine," you groan, placing your forehead against the table.

Nanami's phone buzzes next to you against the metal table, making the both of you jump in surprise.

"Ah I guess I don't have to kill you," she grins. "Jimin got done early so I can go get my back blown out."

"See?" you huff. "It's always a good idea to hangout with m-"

"If you ever call me out here for a fucking reptile again I will put you back in the hospital," she grits.

"Yes ma'am," you nod.

You pay the bill as a thanks to your generous, selfless, and understanding best friend. She has to drag you back to the apartment as you try to find reasons not to go home.

You slowly trudge through the door, taking off your shoes and setting your purse on the counter. Namjoon freezes in place as he watches you from the kitchen. You look over at him and he's got the expression of a kid who's not sure if he's in trouble or not.

"You can get the turtle," you groan, walking towards the bedroom.

"Really?!" he exclaims, excitedly following you into the room.

"Yeah, but don't expect me to like it," you frown, heading to the closet to change. "I mean I won't be mean to it. I would never be mean to an animal. But I don't want to touch it."

"That's fine," he beams like a kid, still following you closely behind. "I'll get a nice big tank and he can vibe in there."

"Deal," you grin, grabbing one of his t-shirts to sleep in.

He watches you change into his shirt, eyeing you up and down like you're prey. You look at him and furrow your brows. "You can't have both. Either the turtle or the blowjob."

"The blowjob," he says immediately.

You sigh and pinch the bridge between your eyes.

God this guy is so annoying.

He looks at you from the doorway, looking like a golden retriever wagging its tail.

But he's so fucking cute.

A small smile dances across your lips. "Alright," you smirk. "But you have to take care of me first."

"Even better," he smiles, pulling you in for a kiss.

• • • • • • • •

Monday is finally here. Your first big day at your new job. Nanami and the others started last Monday, but Namjoon made you stay home another week to heal. Your check up appointment went well on Saturday, and the doctor cleared you for everything except heavy exercises. But of course Namjoon wasn't able to come home all weekend.

You head towards the front desk receptionist and sign in, handing her all of your information. She instructs you to go up to the eighth floor and take a right.

"There should be a blue door at the end of the hall where your orientation will take place," she smiles warmly at you.

You step out of the elevator and take a right, but don't see any blue doors. You even go around to the left side and still don't see any. You stand there for a moment, trying to figure out what to do.

Should I go back downstairs? I don't want to look like an idiot who can't follow directions on my first day. Fuck it let's just open the last door like she said. Maybe we made up the blue part.

You swing open the last door on the right and are paralyzed in your spot, heart jumping up to your throat as you take in the sight before you.

It's none other than a butt naked Min Yoongi, balls deep inside a woman bent over his desk.

You're frozen solid as you two make the most uncomfortable eye contact.

"Oh shit," you both mutter in unison.

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: Chappy 39 ~

LMAOOOOO YOONGI MARRY ME

I, too, want to be bent over a desk by Min Yoongi

Did y'all hear Left & Right? I didn't care for it at first but I actually really like it now. I also don't understand all the Charlie Puth slander. JK is a grown ass man and wouldn't work with CP if he didn't want to.

Let us all say thanks to my favorite smut author for helping me write the throat goat scene :-)

Happy Saturday