The next few hours pass without any more drama, the whole group getting absolutely hammered — except for you and Jin. Namjoon asks (more like whines like a child) for you to go make another drink for him and you oblige. It's rare for him to want you to dote on him so you're happy to do it.

You're in the middle of putting more ice in his cup when Nari walks through the kitchen entrance.

"Oh, hey," she smiles. She's not quite as drunk as the boys but she seems pretty tipsy.

"Hey," you smile tightly, moving to Yoongi's liquor cabinet. You're still not entirely sure if you're overthinking things or if she really has a problem with you.

"You seem uncomfortable, are you okay?" she asks, moving closer to you. You glance up from the vodka you're pouring to see her leaning against the counter, arms crossed with an unreadable expression. She doesn't seem angry but she doesn't seem quite friendly either.

"No I'm okay," you smile, a little more softly this time. "We'll make sure to take a driver next time so I can drink with you guys."

"Yeah it's kind of lame you aren't drinking much," she pouts. "Everyone came here to have fun."

Again, you can't quite tell if she's trying to be rude or not, but she certainly is coming across bitchy.

"Yeah," you shrug sarcastically. "Fuck me for making sure me and my boyfriend make it home safely right?" Your tone comes off more aggressively than you meant for it to but you don't back down.

"That's not what I'm saying," she frowns, standing up straight . "I just mean it would be fun to drink with you [Y/N]."

"Like I said," your smile tight again as you finish making Namjoon's drink, "we'll prepare better next time. We didn't know it would be this kind of gathering."

"At least Joon is having a good time," she grins. Your blood is boiling now as your jaw clenches, and she notices. "Ah, I hope it's okay I call him that. I heard you say it the other day and I thought it was so cute."

Your brows are furrowed and the smile is now gone from your face. "Actually, I'd rather you didn't," you say sternly.

Her jaw slacks at your straightforwardness. "O-oh," she laughs nervously, awkwardly grabbing her neck. "Okay."

You brush past her and return to Namjoon who's got his elbows on the table, his arms holding his head up, looking at you with the biggest grin on his face. "I missed you baby," he says warmly, making you forget about Nari as your heart does backflips at how cute he is. He grabs your hand to seat you next to him — or so you thought.

He swiftly takes the cup from your hand and pulls you towards him, making you yelp as you land on the pillow between his legs. He wraps his strong arms around your waist from behind, humming happily as he rests his chin on your right shoulder.

The rest of the crowd is now too drunk to care while your face turns beet red, but you're loving the sensation of Namjoon's muscular body against yours. The only one who seems to notice is Seokjin, and he's just smiling fondly at the two of you from his chair.

You see Nari come back from the kitchen and you nestle yourself more into Namjoon's chest, leaning against him as you rest your arms over his, ignoring her stare.

"I want to go home," Namjoon says softly into your ear, making your body tingle at his voice.

"Why?" you ask quietly. "Aren't you having fun?"

"I'm having fun," he says, you can feel a smile on his lips. "But I feel like we could be having more fun." Your breath hitches as he begins to place slow kisses against your neck, making you shiver.

"Joon," you whimper as quietly as you can. "Quit. They're going to see." You're full of shit though. You know Nari is still staring and you're absolutely smitten about her witnessing this.

"So then let's go," he smirks, nibbling your earlobe between his teeth. "You've held out on me long enough. I want to fuck until your knees give out again." His voice is low and raspy, his straightforwardness shooting electricity all over your body, making your thighs squeeze together to somehow relieve the pressure forming between your legs.

"Hey!" Hoseok snaps, finally noticing Namjoon trying to swallow your entire neck. "What did I tell you bitches about being gross in front of me? Stop it."

"Ah, sorry hyung," Namjoon smiles, unwrapping you to stand up. "We actually need to head out."

"What?" Nari pouts, looking like a lost puppy at him. "No, don't go Namjoon."

Your mouth twitches, knowing damn well she made it a point to only say his name and not yours. At least the bitch isn't calling him Joon anymore.

"Yeah don't go," Jimin frowns as Namjoon helps you up off the floor. "Jungkook is almost here. He's going to be upset you left."

"Joon, are you sure?" you ask him, grabbing his bicep. "We can stay a little long-"

"You can meet him next time," Namjoon says, cutting you off. You're about to retort but he decides to switch up his tactic, pushing his plump lips into a pout, his cuteness almost sending you into cardiac arrest. "Please baby?"

The whole room is staring at you and your drunk ass boyfriend.

"Never mind just go," Yoongi sighs, waving you both away. "It's almost midnight anyway. JK should probably meet her another time, he's going to get jealous if he shows up with you two acting like this."

"He's going to be jealous of Namjoon?" Nanami asks, amused.

"No, he's going to be jealous of [Y/N]," Yoongi smirks, making the whole room laugh — including you and Namjoon.

Namjoon pouts by the door while you take forever to say goodbye to everyone. Nari mysteriously disappears for a bathroom break as you two leave, so you're able to avoid that awkward goodbye.

Namjoon hums, skipping across the bridge with your hand in his, dragging you behind him. "Baby," you laugh, trying not to trip. "Slow down. If your clumsy ass doesn't fall then I will."

"Don't worry, I'll catch you," he winks, slowing down.

"Cheesy," you snort, unlocking the car you'd already started remotely five minutes ago.

Namjoon drunkenly stumbles over to your door, dramatically opening it before giving a deep bow. "M'lady," he grins, proud of himself.

It's unreal that this fluffy goofball was just whispering about fucking you inside out ten minutes ago — his duality is giving you whiplash.

"Thank you baby," you giggle, giving him a small peck on the cheek before getting into the car. Namjoon scurries around the front to plop himself in the passenger seat, pulling his seatbelt over his chest as you hand him the water bottle you'd grabbed on your way out.

"Wow," he smiles, eyes practically shut from how big his grin is, taking the water from you. "My girlfriend is the best girlfriend in the world. She's so pretty and sweet."

"Stop that," you snort, pulling the car from the driveway. "You're going to blind me from how cute you're acting." He chuckles before taking a big swig of the water.

On the way back Namjoon starts playing music you've never heard before, and you're impressed at how fast he can rap even while intoxicated.

"By the way, how'd things go with Nari?" he asks, a little more sober after finishing the water.

You purse your lips together, trying to find the right words. "I don't know," you frown, gripping the steering wheel. "She wasn't outwardly rude, but the way she speaks to me is disrespectful. It's like she has a problem with me but doesn't want to say it. I don't think I'm making it up."

"What did she say?"

"She came up to talk to me in the kitchen," your fingers nervously intertwine on the wheel in front of you. "She started out the conversation by making me feel bad for not drinking with everyone."

You glance over at Namjoon and even in his drunken state he's got his full attention on you.

"Then she called you 'Joon' to my face, knowing I don't like it. She even had the audacity to ask if I minded."

"What did you say?"

"I said I do mind," you say angrily, getting heated just remembering her smug face. "Then I brushed past her and left her in the kitchen."

You glance back over at him and he's got this unreadable expression, just blinking at you, almost like the gears are trying to turn in his head.

"You're a bit intoxicated so you probably didn't notice, but she was also staring at us for a while afterwards," you sigh, eyes returning to the road. "Saying it out loud it doesn't seem like a huge deal but I know how women work. She doesn't like me."

You shift in your seat as Namjoon stays silent, feeling his eyes boring into the side of your face. "What?" you finally ask. "Do you think I'm being overdramatic?"

"You told her not to call me Joon?" he finally asks.

Your body tenses with anxiety, wondering if you've just crossed a boundary. She's his friend after all. "Should I not have?"

His hand moves to grip your thigh, making you jolt as he gives it a tight squeeze. "That's really fucking sexy," he says playfully. Your eyes widen as you look at him, surprised by the reaction. "I'm usually the one acting jealous and possessive. Seeing it from you is incredibly arousing," he smirks, his tongue dancing across his lower lip.

"I can be territorial," you scoff, nervously moving your eyes back to the road as his hand smooths over your leggings. "You're mine and she knows it," you say looking ahead, pulling up to a red light.

You hear his seatbelt click open and he slides his hand to caress the back of your neck. You turn your head toward him in time to see him lean over the console, hungriness in his eyes. Your breath hitches as his thumb dances across your bottom lip, parting your lips just before crashing his against yours and sliding his tongue inside. Your skin burns from his touch as he cradles your neck and his head tilts slightly to the side to deepen the kiss. You feel heat blooming in your belly in seconds as he kisses you almost desperately.

"Joon," you pull back breathlessly. "The light is green." Luckily there aren't many drivers out right now but there's still enough traffic that two cars have had to drive around you. They probably recognize the luxury Lexus model and are too scared to honk at that kind of money.

"I want you," his voice raw and husky, keeping his grip on the nape of your neck, his lustful gaze falling on your lips.

"We'll be home in like fifteen min-"

"No," he glares, eyes burning into yours. "I want you now."

Your jaw slacks as you look into his eyes, finding no hint of sarcasm or playfulness. He's dead serious.

"Baby we're in the middle of the roa-"

"Take a left right here and drive straight for two blocks," he says sternly, releasing his grip, but not tearing his eyes away from you.

You keep your gaze with him for a few seconds before turning the wheel, following his directions. You hate how weak you are for dominant Namjoon, but you can't help it. You can already feel the wetness pooling into your underwear from how excited you are. His desire for you is so incredibly intoxicating.

"Pull up to that gate," he says, directing you to take a right into a parking garage. You stop in front of the gate, confused as to how you'll get in before the metal grates slowly move upward, allowing you to pull forward.

"What the-"

"Go straight and park at the end," he says, cutting you off for a third time. The garage is completely empty except for two cars at the entrance. You follow his directions and drive the vehicle up to the end, finding a corner space to park in.

"Joon, we can't do it here, we're going to get cau-"

"Baby will you shut up already?" he growls, opening his door to step out. "Take off your pants and get in the back."

You sit there frozen in place, wishing you were angry. But you're not. You're so fucking turned on by this drunk, dominant Namjoon that your head is spinning, your core throbbing with desire.

You obediently slip your leggings off, followed by your underwear and crawl into the back as he grabs his wallet from the trunk, pulling out a condom. You're sitting back on your knees as he opens the door to slide next to you. You almost salivate as he unbuttons his pants, lifting his waist to slide them down past his thighs and drop them to his ankles, his boxers following suit. You bite into your lip as his thick length rests against his stomach, already hungry and ready for you.

"Straddle me," he says huskily, pulling you towards him. Your body trembles in excitement as you lift your leg over him to sit on his thighs.

You've never had car sex before but it's something you've always wanted to try. And now here you are, about to ride Kim Namjoon in the back of his $460,000 Lexus.

You shudder as your ass rests against Namjoon's toned thighs, your hands gripping his shoulders to position yourself. He doesn't give you much time to adjust before he's pulling you towards him, his lips hungrily capturing yours in a passionate kiss. You whimper as his tongue wastes no time slipping between your lips, greedily exploring the inside of your mouth.

You feel him beginning to pump himself with his hand, his knuckles brushing against your abdomen making you feel like your whole body is on fire, your core now aching for attention.

His hands travel down to your waist, making you gasp as he slides you up his thighs to rest your heat on his bare length.

"Fuck," he grits, looking down at your bare pussy against his throbbing member. With your knees pressed into the leather seats, you greedily begin to roll your hips forward, moaning as your clit runs up and down his length, coating him with your juices.

"You like that baby?" he smirks, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth before gripping your hips to steady the pace. "You like acting like a needy little whore for my cock?" Namjoon has used dirty talk with you before but this is on another level; he's almost degrading you tonight. And you love it — especially the look in his hooded eyes. He's filled with nothing but lust and desire for you, tongue pressed against his cheek as he watches your face contort from the pleasure he's giving you.

You shamelessly nod your head, biting into your lip to contain your whimper. "I want you so badly," you whine.

"I know you do," he says, a cocky smile spreading on his lips, making you gasp as he slaps your ass. Hard. The sting from your swollen skin mixed with your throbbing heat only intensifies your pleasure, making you whimper as he slides you back off his cock.

Your disappointment doesn't last long when you moan, feeling his fingers slipping between your folds, his middle digit easily entering inside of you. He pushes your shoulders to lean you against the back of the passenger seat, your hands releasing from his shoulders to lift up over your head and grip the headrest behind you. "Joon, fuck," you groan, eyes rolling back as he slips his second finger inside, circling your clit with his thumb as he begins to palm himself with his other hand.

The sensation of his hands stroking the both of you sends shivers over your body. You begin to unconsciously roll your hips into his hands, desperate for more friction. "You're always so fucking wet for me," he chuckles arrogantly, picking up the pace as he slides in and out of you, earning loud moans from your mouth.

"Put it on for me," he says, holding up his hand, the condom between his fingers. He keeps his fingers inside of you, stretching you a little more.

You take the silver foil packet from his fingers and you're quick to obey, ripping it open with your teeth to pull it out and roll the latex over his length that's still coated with your juices. You give him a few more pumps as he pulls his hand back, sliding you forward.

"Don't you dare try to silence your voice," he growls into your ear, heating your body even more as you tremble on top of him. "I want you screaming my name as I'm buried inside of you, fucking you senseless."

"J-Joon," you whimper, almost sounding like a cry. "This is private property, we-"

"It's my private property," he smirks, kissing your neck as one hand kneads your breast, the action causing your body to shudder. "I own this building. Now shut up and ride me until your legs give out."

You almost black out as he guides your hips up to position himself at your entrance. You groan at the stretch, pleasure coursing through your veins as you slowly ease onto him. "That's it baby," he growls through gritted teeth. "Take me all the way to the hilt like I know you can."

You almost need him to shut up, worried you'll cum too quickly from just his words. He crashes his lips against yours, allowing your body time to adjust around his length. Even drunk he's going to make sure you're not in any pain.

You slowly start to roll your hips forward as you get used to him inside you, moaning as your clit brushes against his abdomen. It feels incredible being on top of him, watching his brows pinch together in ecstasy as he watches your hips roll over his, breathy moans escaping his lips.

"Fuck," he grunts as you begin to bounce, your nails digging into his shoulders as you slide up and down his long, throbbing cock. "Baby you're amazing," he pants, eyes glued to where you're connected. He absolutely loves the sight of your body swallowing his length over and over. You tilt your head back and moan as his hands knead your breasts, your pussy clenching around him as waves of delight flows through your body.

"Oh, fuck," you moan, Namjoon grows impatient as he grabs your hips, taking control of the pace.

"Hang on to me baby," he warns, his gaze dripping in sin.

"Fuck!" you cry out, gripping his hair as he slams into you, making your vision go blurry. You place your sweaty forehead against his, eyes closed tight as he thrusts himself between your tight walls. Your hips are almost still as he plunges into you from below, ecstasy and adrenaline coming over you in waves. "Fuck, Namjoon!" you scream, legs trembling from the sensation. "Oh my god."

"That's a good girl," he smirks, enjoying watching your face contorted in pleasure. "But that's not my name. Say the name only you're allowed to use."

"J-Joon," you whimper, correcting yourself. "I'm going to c-"

His lips crash against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth before pulling back and whispering, "Cum for me baby. Scream my name."

Your orgasm hits you almost immediately, making your head snap back as you cry out his name, your walls clenching around him. He doesn't flinch at the nail scratches you leave across his back.

"Fuck, baby," he moans, fucking you through your orgasm, about to climax himself, "you're so fucking tight, your pussy is so perfect."

He grunts as you feel him release into the condom, his thrusts getting sloppy as he finishes inside you.

Your body collapses against him, legs trembling at his sides, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments his hands gently grip the back of your neck to pull you back up, pressing your lips to his as he kisses you slowly, his dick still inside of you.

"I love you baby," he says breathlessly, looking into your eyes as he tucks a sweaty strand behind your ear. "You're incredible."

"I love you too," you pant, still exhausted from that mind blowing car sex.

"Now let's go home," he grins innocently. "We still have round 2."