(A/N: idk why I even put this warning,

y'all shouldn't be reading my ff by now

if you don't like smut lmao)

"Hey baby," Namjoon smiles. "Did you miss me?"

You slam the door behind you and frantically look around the room.

"There's no cameras in here," he chuckles. "This room was designed to hold secret conferences and meetings."

"Really?" you stare at him with eyes wide, feeling your legs starting to tremble. Your heart feels like it's doing cartwheels. He's dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt, and there's a black beanie and mask on the table like he snuck into the building. "So I can touch you?" Your voice is shaky and there's already tears in your eyes as he walks towards you with a warm smile.

"Come here baby."

You sprint the rest of the way to him and jump into his arms, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist. You squeeze him as tightly as you can, trying to somehow combine into one with him as your sobs escape your chest. He squeezes you back, burying his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent.

You don't even care that you look like a blubbery mess right now, you pull your face back and crash your lips against his and he's quick to reciprocate. That familiar electricity shoots through your whole body, leaving goosebumps all across your skin. You don't waste any time slipping your tongue into his mouth, tasting him like it's been years when it's only been a few days.

You both pull back for air and Namjoon sets you down on the table, holding your face as he looks into your eyes, the both of you breathing heavily as he keeps as little space between you as he can. You grip his wrists as more tears fall down your cheeks.

"I miss you," you whimper. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't," he says softly, running his thumb over your wet cheek. "This isn't yours or Jin's fault. You're doing so well, I'm so proud of you baby."

His words only make you sob harder. He hugs you tightly to his chest, stroking your hair as your arms squeeze around his waist. You soak his t-shirt as you cry into his embrace, Namjoon placing gentle kisses atop your head until you calm down.

After a few minutes you're finally able to control your breathing and Namjoon peels you off of him to wipe the tears off your face. Even with puffy eyes and a runny nose he still thinks you're beautiful.

"Does Mr. Lim know you're in here?" you ask between sniffles.

"He does," Namjoon nods. "He knows everything now."

"Is that safe?"

"Mr. Song is thoroughly vetting through every person he tells," Namjoon smiles softly. "So far the only ones who know within the company are Bang-PD, Mr. Song, Mr. Lim, and my driver."

"Ugh I miss Mr. James too," you whine.

"It's just a few more days," he says, grabbing your hands in his. "Do you think you can hold out until then? Mrs. Kim gives us clues each day to Hae-Ran's location. All we know for now is that she's somewhere in the northern part of the US."

"I can last as long as we need to but I don't think I can get out of sleeping with Jin any longer," you frown, looking down at your hands in his.

"We have a way out for at least tonight," Namjoon says and your eyes meet his. "The hot tub you guys were in last night, the camera can't see anything past your chests."

One of your brows raises in confusion.

"If you guys are any good at faking an orgasm, you can pretend to have sex in there."

"Ohhhh," you say in awe as you think about it. "That could work."

"Then that just leaves 4 days and 3 nights," he smiles at you. "Maybe we can think of something else."

His eyes soften as they bore into yours. "But if we can't, it's okay."

"No," you shake your head, fighting back tears again. "You're the only one I want to sleep with."

"I know," he says softly, placing a kiss on your forehead. "But I'd rather you sleep with Jin and know you're safe than you turn him down and put yourself in danger."

You angrily stare into his eyes but don't have anything to refute with.

"Put yourself in my shoes," he says. "If I was in danger and the only way to ensure my safety was to sleep with Nanami, you'd want me to, right?"

"Yes, but it would devastate me," you choke out as your throat tightens again, catching him off guard. "I would absolutely want you to do it and never hold it against you, but it would crush me on the inside."

You watch Namjoon clench his jaw as he fights back the tears in his eyes.

"Joon, you don't have to be strong in front of me," you say shakily, gripping his hands tighter. "It's okay if you're hurting."

And just like that, Namjoon's shield crumbles as tears spill over his long lashes. He's been acting so strong and okay around everyone but the crater in his chest is eating him alive. He closes his eyes and hangs his head down as he begins to cry.

"I hate it," he whispers as his voice trembles. "I hate watching someone else touch you."

You stand up off the table and wrap him in your arms, letting him cry into your shoulder as you gently stroke the back of his head. His arms wrap around you so tightly it's a little hard to breathe, but you continue to hold him anyway.

After a few minutes he's able to calm down. This time it's your turn to wipe the tears from his face.

"I love you," you smile softly.

Namjoon's eyes flicker down to your lips as he leans in to kiss you, tingles shooting down your spine as soon as he makes contact. His hand gently tugs the back of your hair to tilt your head back, allowing him to slip his tongue between your lips as they part.

You softly hum as his tongue glides across yours, the taste of him back on your lips shooting waves of ecstasy through your body. You feel like you're home as he's pressed against you, melting into his strong arms that make you feel safe.

He steps forward to back you up against the table before hoisting you up on top of it.

His kisses get greedier as he settles himself between your thighs, his hips flushing against you. He pulls back to catch his breath, causing yours to hitch as he guides your knees back with his hands while grinding into your core.

He hungrily swallows your moans as you feel his length getting harder against your heat, building the pressure between your legs while your thong starts to get damp. His hands switch back and forth between gripping your ass and your thighs.

You slip your hands under the hem of his shirt to unbuckle his belt. Once you've successfully unbuttoned his pants he pulls back slightly to undo yours as well.

"Up," he says huskily as his fingers slip into the hem of your pants. You lean back on your hands and lift your hips before he pulls both your pants and your underwear down past your thighs and lets them fall to the floor.

Within a second his lips are crashing back against yours, his lands roaming all over your body before traveling down to your throbbing heat.

"Fuck," you moan into his shoulder as his fingers start to circle your sensitive bud, the pleasure extending all the way to your toes.

"There is nothing sexier than how wet you get for me," he groans as he slips his fingers between your folds. The fabric of his boxers stretch thinner as he watches your wetness pool onto the glossy table beneath you.

He wraps his arm around your waist and you gasp as he pulls you off the table to turn you around, pushing your upper half back down onto the wood. You inhale sharply as he goes in with two fingers, slowly pumping into you as his other hand gropes your ass. A loud moan escapes your lips as he pulls out to circle your clit before entering back in and you slap your hand over your mouth.

"This room is soundproof baby," he chuckles. "Don't hold yourself back."

You whimper as he enters a third digit, stretching you out for him. It only takes three or four pumps for the burn to disappear and your walls relax around his fingers.

"Joon," you cry out. "Enough. I need you to fill me up." Your voice comes out so whiny and needy you'd be embarrassed if you weren't so turned on. "Did you bring a condom?"

"No, I didn't," he says with a raspy voice and you look back to see him push his pants and boxers down just past his hips. Your eyes fill with lust and desire as you watch him use your wetness to palm himself.

"Joon," you say shakily, trying to lift yourself off the table. "It's risky. We shouldn't do it too many tim-"

You're cut off by your own gasp as you feel his tip at your hungry entrance.

"I know," he growls, pushing you back down against the table. "But nothing is going to stop me from fucking you right here and right now."

"Fuck," you moan as he pushes his first inch in.

"You're so tight," he says before pushing another inch in. "God, you're so perfect."

His hands grip your ass to spread you apart further, making you whimper in pleasure as he eases the rest of himself inside of you. His hands push your shirt up to roam your skin as he waits for your walls to relax around him.

"Fuck me," you beg. "Please, Joon. I need you to fuck me now."

"That's my needy little slut," he chuckles arrogantly before pulling back to thrust into you.

"Oh my god!" you cry out as he slams into you over and over from behind. A wave of pain mixed with pleasure floods your system as Namjoon delivers a hard slap to your ass cheek.

Namjoon is the only man on this planet that can demean you and make it turn you on even more. You've always been sensitive to men disrespecting you but with Namjoon it's different. You know he doesn't think you're a slut. And you know the spanking and choking is solely for your pleasure.

He's the only one allowed to talk to you that way because you know you're safe with him.

"Fuck, oh god," you moan, the feeling of Namjoon pumping his length into you mixed with the table brushing against your clit has your whole body trembling in exhilaration. The slick sounds of your raw sex and breathy moans fills the soundproof room, making it feel like you two are the only ones on the planet.

You feel yourself starting to get close and whimper when Namjoon suddenly slips out of you. He doesn't give you time to protest as he lifts you up to flip you around, leaning over and crashing his lips against yours. You lift your hips up to scoot yourself back, keeping your ass on the table just barely.

"Fuck, I'm so in love with you," Namjoon growls into your mouth. After tasting you a little longer Namjoon gently pushes you back down against the glossy wood and his hands cup under your knees from the inside, spreading your legs farther and back towards you. Your eyes roll back as he slips himself back into you, wasting no time pumping himself in and out of you again.

Your back arches as you scream out his name, the sounds of his thighs and balls slapping against your ass only inching you closer to your release.

"Joon, fuck," you pant, gripping the hardwood underneath you. "I'm going to cum."

"Dammit, you feel incredible baby," he grunts, thrusting into you faster. "Cum for me."

The climax that had been building inside you reaches it's peak as soon as the words roll off his tongue and you scream his name, waves of pleasure shooting through your whole body as you come undone around him. He fucks you through your high before his own release, finishing himself inside of you as this thrusts get sloppy.

He stays inside of you as he leans over, palms resting flat against the table on either side of your stomach as he tries to catch his breath.

"Fuck," you exhale, staring up at the drywall above you. "I don't know how you make me cum like that every single time."

"I could say the same thing to you," he chuckles breathlessly, standing up straight to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He grabs the tissue box next to you before scooting you back and easing himself out of you with tissues underneath.

"Gross," you grimace, feeling the white liquid dribble between your legs as you sit up. "Turn around, this is the unattractive part."

"Nothing you do is unattractive but okay," he smirks, pecking your lips before turning around to wipe himself off and pull his pants back up.

You hop off the table and try to clean yourself as best as you can, throwing the dirty tissues in the bin afterwards. You fake a puking noise as you slip your wet underwear back on and he turns around.

"There's nothing worse than having to put a soaked thong back on," you shiver in disgust as you pull it up and over your thighs.

Before you can put your slacks back on Namjoon is wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in for a kiss. Your lips part with his as he gently slips his tongue into your mouth, kissing you deeply as he pulls you tighter against him. Your hands slowly travel up his abs and grip his shirt as he explores your mouth, groaning when you gently suckle his tongue between your teeth. He just fucked the daylights out of you and your heart is still fluttering from his kiss.

He pulls back for air and rests his forehead against yours, and you're suddenly forced to remember that this moment is only temporary. You let go of his shirt to wrap your arms around his back, squeezing him tightly as the lump in your throat returns.

Namjoon moves his arms up to wrap around your shoulders, resting his cheek against your head as he strokes your hair. "I love you," he murmurs as you grip his back. "Everything is going to be okay."

"You promise?" you whimper.

"I promise," he nods. "In less than a week your abuser will be behind bars. And we also have plenty of ammunition ready for Jin's mom once we get Hae-Ran's location."

You stay silent as you take in his scent, trying to ignore the ache in your chest and enjoy this moment as much as you can.

"How long do I have you for?" you ask with puppy dog eyes as he releases you.

He looks down at his watch and smiles. "We still have another hour." He watches as your eyes sparkle and laughs before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

After slipping your pants back on, Namjoon makes you sneak out to the bathroom. Once you're back he leads you to the couch against the wall and you climb into his lap, resting your head against his chest as you listen to his heartbeat.

"If his mom asks, you were here for a non disclosure on a bullying case and that's why it's on lockdown," Namjoon says as he trails his fingertips over your arms. "Not even the other members know I'm here today. It's just Bang PD, Mr. Lim, and Mr. James."

"Okay," you nod, watching the goosebumps spread over your skin where he touches you.

Namjoon wraps his other arm around your hip and squeezes you tighter to him. "I know it was risky but when I saw you sobbing in the hot tub I knew I had to come see you."

You bury your face into his chest and grip his shirt as your lip quivers. "I'm okay," you say quietly. "I just miss you. And I feel so bad for Jin. He's really hurting."

"Don't worry about Jin," he says softly. "We will take care of him, I promise. He's not alone."

Your shoulders relax as you're reminded he's got the other six of them to fall back on, and millions of fans who love him dearly. "Okay," you nod.

"Can I ask you about your brother?"

You gently push yourself off his chest to look at him. "I haven't told you about my brother?"

"No," he shakes his head. "The only time I've ever heard you mention him was when I borrowed his clothes that first night. You didn't mention him when you spoke of your parents' divorce."

"Ah," you blink as you think back. "He's actually adopted. He's five years older than me so he'd moved out well before the divorce. I was two when he was adopted so it's like he's always been there."

"Where does he live now?"

"California," you smile softly. "That's where he's originally from."

"Are you guys close?" he asks, beginning to trail his fingers over your arm again.

"We were," you sigh. "But time and distance just grew us apart. He calls every once in a while and visits at least once a year."

"I'd love to meet him one day," he says, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. "And your parents too if I ever get the opportunity."

"Yeah," you smile, butterflies shooting through your stomach. "I'd like that. And I need to meet your sister."

"I'll make it happen," he grins. "Mom keeps bothering me about when I'm bringing you back."

Your hour with him flies by as you both talk and laugh and exchange small kisses. It's eventually time to go and Namjoon can't risk it going past the hour and a half mark.

He walks you to the door and hugs you tightly for a good two minutes straight.

"I love you," he whispers into your ear.

"I love you too," you smile, forcing yourself to let him go. "Thank you for making time to see me. I feel like I can breathe again."

"Me too," he says softly, hanging onto your pointer finger.

You both stand there silently before you slip your finger from his grasp, knowing he won't be able to do it.

"Bye, Joon," you smile warmly at him. "I'll see you soon."

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