"Care to explain?" Namjoon asks, his furious eyes flickering from the hickey back up to stare at you.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

"Okay," you say nervously, one hand still pressed to the hickey while the other moves in front of you, trying to calm him down. "I know this looks bad."

He sets his whiskey glass down on the office table next to him and crosses his arms over his chest, making him look even more intimidating. "I'm waiting."

"We didn't have sex," you blurt out.

"Yeah, you said that," Namjoon glares. "So explain the hickey then."

Dammit. He looks so fucking good right now.

You should probably be scared, which you are, but you're also becoming more turned on by the second.

Your eyes search his as your brain scrambles for the right words.

"He saw the hickey you gave me," you pause, trying not to let your voice break, "and accused me of sleeping with someone behind his back."

You don't even have to say his name, Namjoon knows who you're talking about. He tongues his cheek as his jaw clenches, almost making your knees buckle. "Go on."

"So.. I told him what happened between us," you answer, eyes still wide. "And he got upset that I hid it from him. So he gave me one too."

Namjoon steps closer to you, gripping your wrist to pull your hand off your body, exposing Jeffrey's hickey. He glares down at the mark on your skin before meeting your eyes again.

"Did he kiss you?"

Your whole body tenses, anxiety coursing through your chest, giving Namjoon the answer but he wants to hear you say it. You want to look away but you can't.

"I asked you a question," he scowls.

Your eyes get lost in his as your hands start to tremble. "Yes," you say shakily. His grip around your wrist tightens, making you flinch but it doesn't really hurt.

"And did you kiss him back?"

You bite into your lip, your eyes pleading with him to not make you answer that, but he's not going to let you off that easily. He holds your gaze, his intimidating aura giving you a rush of both anxiety and excitement.

I really hope I'm not about to ruin this.

"Yes," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

There's a flash of hurt in his eyes but they never leave yours. Your throat starts to tighten but you see something shift in his eyes. There's anger there, but there's still an intense desire behind them.

He pulls your arm up and over his shoulders, your other hand following suit.

"Up," he commands, tapping the small of your back. Relief floods over you as you jump into his arms, attaching yourself to him like a koala bear, squeezing as tightly as you can.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. His strong arms are wrapped around you tightly as he walks you over to the bed, stopping at the end for you to let go, but you don't.

"[Y/N], let go," he says, but you shake your head, clutching onto him like your life depends on it. Your heart is in your throat as you keep your face buried in his neck, your hands trembling again.

You feel him relax slightly before gently stroking your hair, giving you time to calm down. He holds you for a minute or two as you fight back your tears.

"I'm sorry," you finally squeak out. You didn't realize you'd feel this guilty for kissing Jeffrey. In that moment you silently thank god that you didn't actually sleep with him.

"You don't owe me an apology," he says softly, continuing to run his hand over your hair. "I'm not angry with you."

"Yes you are," you whimper.

"Baby," he breathes out, that pet name making your heart flutter. "I'm not angry with anyone besides myself."

He feels your grip relax the tiniest bit and he bends forward onto the bed, dropping you beneath him, your towel coming undone and laying loosely over your body. Your teary eyes search his.

"I'm not angry with you," he says again, tucking your hair behind your ear. "But," he continues, his eyes shifting again to burn into yours, "I am going to erase him from your body."

"Eras-"

Namjoon swallows your words, crashing his lips against yours as his hands begin to roam your body, pulling the towel down to expose your chest. The kiss is deep, and hungry, his tongue dancing across yours as he tastes you.

His lips begin to travel across your jaw, leaving slow, wet kisses once he gets to your neck, sending shivers down your body.

You yelp as you feel him bite into your collarbone where Jeffrey had left his mark before sucking on the skin, the burning sensation spreading both pain and pleasure through you. You grip his hair as he marks his territory.

You're both panting by the time he pulls back to look at his handiwork. "That's more like it," he smirks. You don't even need to look down. You know it's bright red and swollen, just like he wanted it to be.

His smile disappears as his eyes meet yours again. "Where else did he touch you?"

"What?" you ask nervously, easily giving it away that your collarbone isn't the only place Jeffrey's been.

"Tell me," he growls, leaning back to unbutton his shirt. Your eyes greedily roam his body shamelessly as each button disappears painfully slow.

"That.." you trail off, getting distracted by Namjoon's v line as his shirt comes fully undone. "That's the only place his mouth touched."

You bite into your lip as you see his muscles constrict to lean back over you, your legs squeezing together from the pressure between them.

"So where did his hands touch?" he asks huskily, making your eyes shoot back up to his.

"They didn't-" Your eyes widen as you remember where else Jeffrey laid his hands. Namjoon waits for you to process as he slips his shirt off, and you slowly move your hand to grip your left breast.

"Here," you say shakily.

You gasp as Namjoon's mouth covers your nipple, licking and teasing your skin. You grip the sheets beside you as he begins to knead your other breast with his palm, biting into your lip to control your voice.

Your breath hitches when you feel Namjoon leaving a hickey on the side of your chest, and you feel the towel being completely removed, leaving you bare underneath him.

"Where else?" he asks, his voice low and raspy. You watch as he steps off the bed and starts to unbuckle his belt, slowly removing it from his waist one loop at a time. His eyes are getting hungrier by the second as they rake over your body. "Well? Are you going to speak?"

"I don't want to say it," you shake your head, scooting back further onto the bed. He tosses his wallet onto the comforter.

He smirks, pressing his tongue against his cheek as he undoes his pants the rest of the way and pushes them past his hips to fall to the ground. "That's not an option."

You stare at his bulge through his underwear, salivating over his toned thighs. After removing his socks he crawls onto the bed and you try to scoot further back but he grabs your ankle, making you yelp as he pulls you down towards him.

"Start speaking," he says huskily, pressing a kiss against your lips. "Where did he touch you?"

You whimper into his mouth as his hand travels down your stomach and over your heat, his fingers teasingly splitting apart to rub over your folds, leaving your throbbing bud untouched.

"Joon," you cry out, digging your nails into his shoulders. "Stop teasing me."

"Feel like talking yet?" he smirks, kissing across your jaw as your lower half continues to ache.

"He," you pant, barely able to form thoughts anymore. "He just b-brushed against me. We were c-clothed- fuck."

Your head snaps back as Namjoon's fingers begin to circle your clit, your body finally getting some relief from all the built up tension.

"Fuck, baby," Namjoon groans, splitting your folds to get a feel of how wet you are.

It's like a fucking Super Soaker 3000.

You almost cry as he removes his hand, but your disappointment doesn't last long as you gasp, feeling his length pressing against your heat.

"Oh, fuck," you moan, moving your hands down to grip his biceps.

"Did he brush against you like this?"

"N-no, I mean yes, b-but," you gasp again as he grinds into you, soaking his boxers with your juices. "We were b-both clothed and it l-lasted like 5 seconds."

Namjoon's lips find the nape of your neck to gently suckle the skin, spreading goosebumps over your body.

"I swear," you croak out. "That's all that happened."

"Good girl," he smirks into your ear before standing back up off the mattress, pulling you with him to the edge of the bed. He stares down at you and looks down at his length straining against his underwear before saying, "Now take them off."

You almost start drooling as you slip your fingers into the hem of his boxers, soaked from both your wetness and his precum, lifting them over his bulge to drop them to the floor. Your eyes sparkle as you watch his dick slap against his stomach, your walls clenching around nothing in anticipation.

Namjoon pulls a condom from his wallet and tosses it near the pillows, telling you to scoot back.

"No," you whine as he moves to eat you out. "I want you."

"I have to stretch you baby," he chuckles, nestling himself between your legs. "Plus I have to disinfect every inch of you that bastard touched."

"But I don't want to cum yet," you complain like a child.

"Baby," he says sternly, making your body shudder as he licks a long strip up your core. "You'll be orgasming a minimum of three times tonight. Now let me hear your voice."

"Fuck, Joon," you moan, grabbing his hair as his hot mouth covers your sensitive bud. He quickly inserts a finger since he knows you won't be lasting long. He pumps into you, causing your legs to tremble before sliding his second finger in, his tongue continuing to circle your clit.

"Oh my god," you breathe out as he begins to stretch you, the slight burn intensifying your pleasure. "I'm close."

He already knows that, picking up the pace as your body shakes from the knot in your stomach snapping. "Fuck!" you cry out, your legs trembling around him as you ride out your high.

Namjoon pulls back when he feels your body go limp, your chest heaving up and down.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you exhale, staring at the ceiling. "I forgot how good you are at that."

"Thank you," he chuckles, licking his fingers after wiping his face.

He crawls to lay next to you on his side, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. He stares longingly into your eyes as he brushes the hair from your face, making your cheeks heat up from how beautiful he is.

"Scoot back," you tell him. He seems surprised but listens, propping himself up against the headboard, his eyes glistening as he watches you move to straddle him.

"Fuck," the both of you groan as you sit onto his lap, your heat pressing against his bare length. You can feel the knot already forming again.

Namjoon pulls you to him, crashing your lips against his as he grips the back of your hair, tilting your head. As soon as your lips part he slips his tongue inside your mouth, keeping you still on top of him knowing you might still be overstimulated.

You explore his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck to press yourself more into him. After a little you feel yourself grinding into Namjoon, the wet skin between you making erotic sounds that fill the room.

You pick the condom up off the pillow and tear it open with your teeth, pulling the latex from the foil. You slide yourself down his thighs to slowly roll the condom over his hardened length, making him shudder as you stroke him a few times.

"Are you good?" he asks. "Do I need to stretch you m-"

"Namjoon," you cut him off, "if you don't fuck me right this second I'm going to kill you."

He blinks a few times before a mischievous grin slides across his face. "That's not my name, baby."

You flinch as he grabs your hips, lifting you to him as you stabilize yourself on his shoulders. He guides himself to your entrance, making you bite into your lip as his tip begins to stretch you.

Namjoon brings your lips to his again, remaining still as your body adjusts. You inch him further inside you, stopping to readjust again. By the time he's all the way in you're both panting from the pleasure.

Not wasting any time you begin to roll your hips over his, your walls slowly conforming to his length. After a little more grinding you start to bounce up and down, the slick sounds from your sex making Namjoon even harder.

"Fuck, I've missed this," he groans, watching himself disappear inside you over and over. "You feel so fucking good."

Namjoon lets you have your fun but grabs your hips as he becomes impatient, setting a quicker pace.

"Fuck, Joon," you moan, your eyes closed and brows pinched together, feeling every stroke inside of you. "Oh my god."

You've missed this so much. Having sex with Jeffrey would have been good enough but the sex with Namjoon is unmatched by anyone else. He knows exactly where and when to touch you, making you ache with desire at his every move.

Namjoon grips your ass, keeping you still as he thrusts into you, making you scream out his name over and over again, clawing at his back.

"Joon, fuck!" you cry out, throwing your head back. You feel the knot snap, your orgasm crashing over you and making your entire body shudder. Every cell in your body is radiating with pleasure as Namjoon fucks you through your high, beginning to climax himself.

"Fuck," he grunts, releasing himself into the condom, his thrusts getting sloppy as he finishes inside you. You slouch against him, both of you panting to catch your breath.

You feel him stroke your hair, nuzzling his face against your neck, placing tiny pecks on your skin.

You peel yourself off of him to look in his eyes, not surprised to see him looking at you like you're the only person on the planet.

"I love you," you whisper, cupping his cheeks.

"Whoa, hey," Namjoon says, looking away to blink. "Don't make me cry. I'm not about to be that guy who cries after sex."

You grip his chin, forcing him to look back at you before pressing your lips against his. This kiss is calmer, Namjoon taking his time to ease his tongue between your lips, kissing you slowly and sensually.

You love the feeling of being pressed against him, his length still inside of you, tasting every corner of his mouth. You love being in his arms again, knowing you're safe and loved.

You pull back for air as you look into his eyes. "I love you too," he grins, tucking your hair behind your ear. "And I'm going to make sure you're reminded of that every day."

"I'm going to hold you to that," you smirk, giving him one more kiss before easing him out of you, plopping yourself on the bed next to him.

Namjoon stands up to throw the used condom away before grabbing his wallet to pull out another one.

"Um, what are you doing?" you ask as he crawls back onto the bed.

He laughs as he sees you eyeing the condom.

"Don't you remember?" he smirks, his tongue dancing across his bottom lip.

"That was only orgasm number two."

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Chappy 58 ~

We finally get Namjoon sex again :-)

Maybe y/n shouldn't have told him he can be jealous lol

Let us all thank for help with the smut writing and let us all thank for the belt unbuckling sentence. The smut in this ff would be very average without them.

Vote for my chapter or face my wrath. I'm not afraid to kill a character off. Just ask my editor, I change the storyline every five chapters.