want me 2 | KNJ (18+)

(part 1) // (part 2)

♡♡♡chapters: one // ~~two~~ (part 1 // ~~part 2~~) // tbc... //♡♡♡

❥ pairing: gangmember!namjoon X black!reader + (featuring OT7)

❥ genre: angst, smut

❥ summary: You’ve been trying your best to get rid of your feelings for Joon and have even found a new guy you’re interested in. It’s hard to do your own thing now with the rest of the members stalking you and Joon trying to catch you alone...

❥ !!warnings!!: character deaths, slight violence and speaking of violence/killing

❥other warnings: smut, oral fem and male receiving, sexual intercourse

❥notice: none

❥ word count: about 6.5k in all (I think lmaoooo I couldn’t count the second part because I did it on here so I’m guessing </3)

-author’s note: This is the work that got the most attention, and I’m really glad that it did, because it’s the longest one for a reason. I love this AU so much, and I’m so happy that you all love it, too!!💗 I was deciding on who to choose as the new guy and opposing gang members but @crystal-bangtan I got you😁! (Sorry that it took a while to finish, college work be kicking my ass!) This also ended up being too long for mobile, so I split them into two parts!

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JB took you up to his room, and all you both did were talk and chill. He invited you to stay the night since you stayed until the party was about to end, but you declined and he took you back to your dorm since you told your friends that you would be with him instead. You had thought the night went really well, but JB hadn’t talked to you since the party. He ignored your messages, and you didn’t bother to blow up his phone because he obviously didn’t want to talk.

You hadn’t seen him yet, but you were planning on trying to go up to him if you did, and if he ignored you then you would just leave him alone. You understood if he just simply didn’t want to talk to you anymore without an explanation; that was his right and he didn’t need to explain anything to you. At least you got the concept, unlike Joon.

“________ , did you hear about that guy?” Tia asked, chomping on her food. Your heart dropped for a second, because her tone was serious and sympathetic. Something had happened to someone, and your mind immediately pictured JB.

“N-No,” you stammered, scared. “What happened? Who?”

“I don’t know, some guy named Yugyeom. I think he was in one of my classes.”

You let out a breath of relief at the unfamiliar name. You felt wrong for being happy that it wasn’t JB, but at least JB was alive. The guys hadn’t did anything to him... yet.

“Tia, there were two other dudes that were dead, too,” Chantelle announced, pulling up something on her phone and showing us. It was a news report. You snatched it to read. “The bodies weren’t found til early this morning. News said they were reported to be missing for two days, but they’d been dead since last Friday, the night of the party—”

Her voice fell from your ears as all you could hear was your heart rate picking up. It was pounding harder and harder while you read over the names on the screen: Kim Yugyeom, Park Jinyoung, and Mark Tuan. The only name that sounded familiar was Park Jinyoung’s. He was pretty well known around campus, but the other two were unknown to you. Good news was that none of them were JB, bad news was... you figured whom the crimes were tied to.

“—They were felons, too.” Chantelle finished saying, but you had only caught the end part of what she said.

“Felons?” You repeated.

“Yep. It says they were already wanted for crimes committed all the way in South Korea. They found out most of the information, because everyone knows who Park Jinyoung is here and he doesn’t go by an alias. It wasn’t too hard for them to put two and two together.”

“So they are gang members? Just like those other—“ Your other friend began. Her brain was clicking along with yours.

“Tia!” You shushed her.

A ludicrous look grew on her dark skin. She wasn’t having it. “No, _______! I told you those guys were trouble, including the Joon dude! Now three people from their group are fucking dead!”

“I’m not even talking to Joon anymore! You speaking about it is just as dangerous as me having come in contact with them! So shut the fuck up!”

Tia and Chantelle froze at your outburst. It wasn’t like you to get angry so quick and express it, but that meant that you were serious. You were. The thought of having been around... murderers... killers... It upset you, and you could feel your lunch almost coming up. You didn’t know what to do. Would you snitch and tell the police that you’re sure the guys were going to kill those three gang members, or were you going to mind your business and stay as far away from it as possible? The boys wouldn’t hurt you... right? Well, if you didn’t snitch.

A headache was forming, and you already knew too much stress and the fearsome anxiety was the cause of it. “I-I need to go. Just stay quiet about this,” you looked both Tia and Chantelle in the eyes. The fear in yours was scaring them. “Please.”

They nodded, but Tia was quick to speak up. “Don’t do anything stupid. If you don’t call me later, I’m going straight to the police. I don’t care about if they’re your friends or not.”

You didn’t answer her. You just grabbed your things and left, your uneaten lunch still sitting on the table.

Fuck. What were you doing? What were you going to do, huh? You’re in no position to do anything but to tell the fucking police. Hell, what would you tell them? You didn’t know what was going on, really. All you knew was that the boys had threatened to kill JB, but now JB’s not dead and three other guys are dead instead— who all turned out to be gang members. Was that even enough evidence? JB hadn’t been killed, and they didn’t say anything about killing the other three, so where was your evidence? Those three bodies could’ve been killed by someone else, and you could have ended up framing the guys for no reason. What if they were just bluffing about killing JB and just trying to scare you? Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You wanted to cry. No, you were crying. Tears were already streaming down your face due to your inner conflict. What if you were next? You were definitely dead... dead as hell.

As you wiped over your eyes, you looked down the hallway to see him.

Him.

JB.

He was heading towards the parking lot, and you knew it was him by the way he was walking and just by his stature as a whole. You breathed out to see that he was alive and living right in front of your eyes. It brought some relief, but that anxious feeling of what was to come next was still hovering over you.

“JB?!” You called, but he was already out the door. Immediately, you thought to chase after him, which you did. He brought you comfort, and that’s what you needed right now.

When you made it outside of the parking lot, he was already close to his car. You called out his name again, as loud as your hoarse voice could allow you to. He turned this time, didn’t say anything, and continued to his trek to his car. You stumbled after him, making it just in time before he opened the door.

“JB?”

“What?” He bit back at you. His tone was cold and full of bitterness. He had never spoken to you in that way, and it threw you off.

Your wet eyes widened at him. “What?”

“What do you want?”

“I—...” you didn’t know how to respond. You wanted comfort but it didn’t look like you were about to get that. “I don’t know... with the news and everything... it’s...”

Out of no where, JB started laughing. Very hard. But in a humorous, unbelievable way.

“Like you don’t know.”

“What?”

“Don’t play stupid like you’re just some passed around whore in their group. You come to my party—“ he accuses, walking towards you now, boots stomping in the gravel of the parking lot, “—they show up, and all of a sudden three of my team members are killed that night. Okay, ______ .”

“I... don’t know what you’re talking about—”

JB immediately grabbed you by the arm with a bruising grip, yanking you into his face closely. Although you’d only known him for a couple of weeks, you’ve never seen him like this: all mean and angry looking. It was scaring you, and his hand on your bicep was hurting like hell.

In the next car over, JK had been watching the whole ordeal while sitting in his Mercedes-Benz. He’d seen you chase after Jae-Beom and then get told off and thought of it as nothing but you trying to talk to him about the current news going around campus, but he was quick to sit up when Jae-Beom had grabbed you like that, accidentally knocking the girl who was sucking him off into his steering wheel.

The girl, a cute Mexican chick, protested at him pushing her off and tucking himself back into his ripped jeans. She gave good ass head, but a quick nut wasn’t something he was about to lose his life over. Joon would be in his ass.

After allowing her to give him a kiss on his tatted chest, JK shooed the girl off and stepped out of his car, leaving the door ajar as he pulled his shirt back on. After making sure the chick was back in the building, JK rounded around Jae-beom’s car, Jae-Beom still aggressively talking to with his hand around your arm.

“That’s not how you treat a lady,” JK said. You and Jae-Beom looked back to see JK standing there, hair and clothes all disarray, but still looking as fine as usual. Seeing him made you feel safer all of a sudden. The JB that was on your arm was not the one you’d been having such good times with all these weeks.

JB had let your arm go at the sight of JK. JB knew what JK was capable of, and it wasn’t the best to be around him alone, so JB had to pick and choose his battles. Harming you or challenging JK wasn’t a good idea.

You noticed how JB’s entire demeanor changed when JK walked up behind you, but you were too busy rubbing at your arm to question it. The way you were just getting yelled at had you shocked and teary eyed again. You didn’t want to believe what JB had said, but as JK reached for you and pulled him into you protectively, you couldn’t help but to mold more into him, crying freely.

The sound of your sobs had JK pissed. “You fucking hurt her?”

JB chuckled, getting into his car. “What are you going to do, Jungkook? Kill me just like you killed my team mates?”

JK was not fazed by the name calling, while you were freaking out even more into his chest at the mention of his real name. “No, Jae-Beom. I won’t... But Joon will.”

Jae-Beom drove off from the parking lot, and Jungkook immediately went to tend to you. You tensed as he lifted your face up with his hands, and you almost couldn’t bring your eyes to look into his, the eyes of a murderer. Yet he held you carefully as if he wouldn’t dare hurt you, and you really believed he wouldn’t.

So you allowed him to take you to his car and leave the campus. It wasn’t like you had a choice anyways. It didn’t help that you kept replaying JB’s—well, apparently Jae-Beom’s—words in your head. You didn’t doubt him for a second either. You already had the hunch that the guys had something to do with those killings, but for them to cause such a problem with it was worse. You concluded that the guys were enemies to JB and his teammates, and this whole thing just fueled fire to their hatred for each other. And you were caught right in the middle of it.

No wonder JB blew up the way he did. You were literally the cause of him and his friends’ death... it made you sick to your stomach.

You knew where JK, or Jungkook, hell, you didn’t even know at this point, was taking you when you saw the familiar spray painted STOP sign on the way there. You almost stayed your ass in the car until JK came and opened the door for you. You ended up leaving your school stuff in the car. Hopefully, JK would be taking you back to the dorm soon even though something was telling you that he wasn’t.

You walked into trap house to find Hope and Yoongi on the couch. You wondered if Hope and Yoongi were even their real names. Especially Yoongi’s... he looked too tough for a soft name like that. Hope was definitely a fake name, too.

Why are you walking into a house full of killers, ________?

“Why is she here?” Jimin walked into the living room, hair clearly damp from a shower but was dressed.

“Jae-Beom was roughing her up in the parking lot,” JK answered and showed your arm to him, the blooming bruise contrasting despite your skin color. “Grabbed her pretty hard.”

“And you’re going to tell Joon that?”

“Yes, the fuck? He touched her. And I been wanted him dead.”

“Tell Joon what?”

You looked up to see Joon walking into the room. Despite your efforts of trying to forget him, you couldn’t deny the man was fine as fuck. Please... you swore you were dripping just at the sight of him, old memories of those times together flashing through your head. The black hair on his head wasn’t helping either. He was back to the natural color like the rest of them.

You hadn’t even noticed you were staring at him like a puppy admiring it’s owner until you saw another mop of black hair trail in behind him. Jimin moved out of the way to let that person more into the living room, and you wished he hadn’t.

SooHee stood next to Joon, so much shorter than him. You noticed her hair had been dyed black, too, since the last time you’d seen her it was a light brown. So it was a group thing, huh? You should’ve had the lace front on your head dyed a different color from black since bitches want to fit in and shit. Just having the same hair color as her was irritating, although the hair on your head wasn’t yours.

She was still as pretty as ever, and you hated that. You know you were only judging her off of looks, but she had a lot that you didn’t. The confidence that oozed from her was the biggest one. You don’t think you could ever feel that way about yourself. Especially pertaining to Joon. He made you feel so... small and vulnerable. You didn’t like that shit.

“That Jae-Beom bruised her up in the parking lot,” Yoongi simply responded from the couch without turning away from the TV.

Joon’s sudden movement towards you was so quick that you flinched. He was towering over you, trying to see where you’d been hurt. You held your breath, realizing that his reaction to you being hurt was actually what caused you to flinch. He cared that much?

You brought up your arm for him to look, watching him closely. He truly was so beautiful, and you missed seeing that face, those eyes. Why had you stopped talking to him again?

“What happened?” SooHee’s voice rang throughout the room, and she came closer to you both.

Oh. That’s why, you remembered.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Joon mumbled under his breath. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of Joon killing JB, but it wasn’t out of fear. Joon killing someone because they’d hurt you... hmm... maybe... it was a little acceptable.

“You can’t just go and kill their leader like that,” SooHee said.

“I can,” Joon stated. “Three of them are dead. There’s no reason to keep the rest alive. And this,” he held up your arm, “is disrespectful. Not only to me but to everyone in here. He knew what he was doing.”

SooHee glared at your arm and then glared at you. Making eye contact with her was nerve wracking. Her beauty was intimidating and too hard to ignore. “How do you know that she’s not working for them?”

What?! Huh?!

You? Working with JB? No fucking way that she is trying to frame you!

“W-What?” You stammered.

“Don’t bring her into this,” Joon defended you. “She doesn’t know much of anything right now except for the news.”

SooHee just stared at you. Like you pissed in her cereal this morning or something. “Whatever, Namjoon. Killing JB won’t be a smart play so don’t do it yet.” She then brushed past you and out the door, an attitude clearly evident.

Namjoon? Nam-joon? Joon?

Sooo... this nigga also has a different name?! Well, Joon was obviously a nickname to Namjoon, but the fact that SooHee knew it bout threw off your whole pH balance. Yeah, fuck his ass.

“We’re still killing him right? I literally just got cute,” Jimin asked, pouting.

“Yes,” Joon answered, not adhering to SooHee’s warning. He looked back at you. “Can we... talk?”

You scoffed. “About what, Namjoon?”

“Uh...” He said awkwardly. He gazed over, and you looked to his line of sight to see the members watching you both. Nosey wasn’t even the word. “Let’s go to my room.”

You followed him to his bedroom in the back where he then closed the door. For a quick second, you wondered if Joon and SooHee had just came from back here together. Looking at him, he didn’t look disheveled or anything, dressed in dark clothes as if he was about to go somewhere. Still, you hoped they weren’t doing anything in here.

“You’ve been ignoring me for over a month,” he sighed.

“I am aware.” You shrugged. He didn’t say anything back and just looked at you.

“Why?”

“Well, I don’t know, but if I called out someone else’s name while I was fucking you, how would you feel? Happy?”

“Look, I’m really sorry for that,” Joon pleaded and stepped near you. “It slipped, and I didn’t mean it.”

“But it slipped because of the way we were doing it...” your eyes stayed locked on his. You were serious, and you didn’t want him to play it off like it was nothing. “You could’ve just told me no if you were doing it in that way with SooHee.”

“I wanted to please you.”

You laughed. “You can do that with SooHee and SooHee only. I’m not desperate for it.”

Liar.

You and Joon had a stare off, your face laxed and over the whole situation while his was conflicted. Your attitude towards this was throwing him off. He was getting pissed about how you were so quick to leave him and how he had to hear from his teammates that they were seeing you with a rival gang leader. JB didn’t deserve you, and Joon was damn sure he didn’t please you like he did.

“So, what? You gonna go back to JB? Don’t think for one second that I won’t shoot him dead in front of you,” he snapped.

“Shoot him for what?! For hurting me or because I talked to him?”

“Both. You’re not his.”

“And I’m yours?” You had to laugh again. “Please. You’re so backwards. You do this to SooHee, too?”

“Why are you always bringing SooHee into it?”

“How could I not?! You literally said her name while you were inside of me! And you’ve never said mine despite how many times we’ve had sex. I know that you were fucking her while you were fucking me, and I didn’t like that so I removed myself from it. Why is that a problem to you?”

Joon didn’t speak. You hadn’t noticed you were breathing hard until the silence took over the room. He didn’t know what to say and to you, that was all you needed. He had no explanation for himself. Why the fuck were you even giving him one?

You wanted to keep pushing at him though, because how dare he feel entitled to still be in contact with you after the shit that happened that night? Did he think you were going to accept his apology and continue fucking him? Yeah, you knew that you two were only in a sexual relationship, but you don’t think he’s ever treated you like anything but a fucking flesh light. And that’s not what you wanted with anyone, especially not with Joon. At least you accepted that and didn’t try to kill SooHee. Joon was serious about offing JB, and that was troubling you. If anything—

“JB treated me well until you and the others got involved,” you stated, and it was the truth. “If you’re killing him because you think you deserve me more than him, then you’re wrong.”

Chile... what were you doing?!!!! Telling this fine ass man that he didn’t deserve you... especially when he was about to go kill the other nigga with no remorse. And plus, the last words were not even correct, miss girlie. Joon most likely thinks you don’t even deserve his twisted ass.

Joon was alert and ready to respond this time, eyebrows cocked and mouth tilted ready to defend himself. “You think he’s better than me? Me? About half of his team got fucked because of his poor leadership.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not talking about which one of you can kill the other the quickest.”

“Then what are you talking about? It can’t be who can please you better, cause it’s not him.”

Here he go. “Yeah okay, nigga. I’m leaving—“

Joon stopped you by guarding the door with his tall body. “You’re not going back to see him.”

“What are you gonna do? Kill me, too?”

“No, I would never hurt you.” You were about to object, but he quickly added, “Intentionally.”

“I’m sorry for what I did. I really am, otherwise I wouldn’t have been trying to get ahold of you so much,” he apologized. You were a little shaken up at him wanting forgiveness that you didn’t notice that he had put his hands on your arms, rubbing them soothingly. “I am sorry if I hurt you in any way. I thought everything was already discussed.”

Hmm... You were happy that he was apologizing for the incident, but you still needed to know the most important thing to you. “But... do you only want me for sex? This whole thing is... stupid to do. Especially killing someone because I talked to them.”

“I don’t know what I want from you.”

“Well, it’s obviously not a relationship,” you helped him out. “Think a little harder and then I will think if I want to forgive you. Just... don’t lie to me about it.”

“I don’t know...” he repeated. His hands were still caressing your arms, and he was happy that you allowed him to be close to you again. “I know that I don’t want you talking to other guys. JB is fucking dead.”

At this point, you didn’t care about the death threats towards your now ex friend. The way he accused you of being some whore for the whole group and touched you like that... yeah, they could have his ass. And plus, you couldn’t lie and say that Joon killing JB over you wasn’t making you feel some type of way. He was ready to kill over you. And as fucked up as it sounded, you found it kinda hot...

“Well, I don’t like you talking to SooHee,” you threw back at him. No way was he going to be mad about you talking to other dudes but do the same shit.

“I couldn’t give a fuck about SooHee.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. Doesn’t sound very convincing,” you reached up to play in the newly dyed hair at the back of his neck. “If I called you JB while you were eating my pussy, you’d think I was in fucking love with him, too.”

Joon fumed at this, and it was honestly so entertaining to see him grow angrier by the second. “So you fucked him?”

You wanted to scream. That’s all he got out of what you said? And you didn’t even say you did, you said if! No, you didn’t fuck JB, but you were eventually planning on it if it went far. Joon didn’t know that though, and now you wanted to mess with him.

“Uhm, weren’t you fucking SooHee? So what if I did? Are you mad about it?”

He didn’t hesitate to say, “Yes.”

“Awe,” you fake pouted up at him. He was glaring down at you menacingly, and you wanted to know what he was thinking of, but you definitely knew that this wasn’t going to end well. Your panties were starting to cling to you, and you hadn’t noticed that the arguing and this little game had made you horny. Or it was probably because of Joon. You couldn’t look at him without thinking of him fucking you. And that’s exactly what you wanted to happen.

“He was really good,” you then grinned, feeling evil as hell. You kept playing with the hair at the back of his head for the fun of it. “Big, too... made me cum a lot... and didn’t call me some other bitch’s name. That was the best part.”

“________.”

Joon was calm, collected, but you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Hm?” You bat your lashes up at him.

“Don’t make me fuck you up.”

You laughed, scoffed, and rolled your eyes at him like he was a damn joke. You knew that shit was disrespectful. Yawning to give it more effect on him, you said, “Wouldn’t be worth my time. JB’s cock would have me orgasming in seconds—“

Suddenly, the room spun around on you and you were somehow bent over the edge of Joon’s bed, your face pressed into the blankets and your hips jutted out. Fuck... your legs clenched at how quick Joon had you in this position.

“You want to say that shit again?” He growled from above you. “You think you can just give away my pussy like that?”

You gasped at his words, but you didn’t want to give him the upper hand by showing how weak he was making you right now. “It’s not yours.”

Joon held you down with one hand and reached around to unbutton and unzip your jeans with the other. Yanking them down to your knees, his hand dipped down between your legs, causing you to clench up at how wet you were. It was embarrassing how you could feel it sliding down your inner thighs, completely ruining your underwear.

“Not my pussy, huh?”

“N-No.” You were back to that shy and vulnerable voice. It scared you how much power he had over you, but apparently your crazy ass liked that shit when it came to him. You surely weren’t stopping it.

He deeply chuckled at your lie, gripping your cheeks and spreading them apart to get a better view of your core. The coolness of the room hitting your wetness had you squirming, but what had your back arching was the feeling of a long spit glob dripping down your pussy and Joon going straight in to spread it all over your cunt with his tongue.

“Joon,” you moaned out. He didn’t respond back to you and kept eating you from the back like you were his first meal in a long time. He moved his hands from you to take off your shoes, jeans and soaked underwear, all while still massaging you with his mouth. You were able to lift your head up and watch him from over your shoulder, his curved eyes catching yours. “Pl-Please,” you begged—for what? You didn’t know—as your orgasm was quickly approaching. Your hand went back to pull at his hair, ranging back and forth from pulling him closer to trying to push him away. You were shuddering in mere seconds and cumming all over his tongue like a—

“Good girl,” he groaned into you, licking you up and taking everything you had to offer. Your upper body fell back onto the bed, lifeless. You were already exhausted. That orgasm happened in less than a minute. It had to be because you were sex deprived all month... Had to.

His long arm came up to rub up over your waist and smooth along your back. He was easing the tension from your body and slowing down his tongue, practically French kissing and sucking softly at your folds. He lifted away from your mess, and you turned your head, your droopy eyes blinking up at him. He slowly leaned down to you to see if you were going to move away this time, but you lifted your chin up to invite him further. His wet mouth connected with yours, the taste of yourself so deep on his tongue.

You pulled away to breathe, only for Joon to pull you back in again, his tongue all in your mouth like it was yours. After sucking on your lips, he went to sucking on your neck. Breathlessly, he said, “If you think I want SooHee over you, you’re completely wrong.” He moved away from you to watch your reaction, but you didn’t know how to react to what he said. You stared at him. “I really am sorry for what I did, and I’ll say it over and over again. Yes, I was fucking her when we were fucking, too, I’d never lie to you about that. But I always wore a condom with her. I wouldn’t like it if you were with someone I didn’t know much about and wasn’t using protection with them, so I wouldn’t do that to you. I still don’t know exactly how I hurt you.”

You were too busy taking everything in to answer that. He wanted you over SooHee? He was actually truly sorry for saying her name during sex? Like? As in... it was honestly just a mistake? Well, yeah, of course it was a mistake, but you didn’t believe that SooHee wasn’t giving him mind blowing ass sex. Look at her, then look at you. Yeahhhhh... by wanted, he probably meant sexually. Maybe your pussy was tighter than hers or something, but, no, he didn’t want you in the way you wanted him.

“You might want me more than her, but you still want me for sex,” you said.

“I told you that I didn’t know. I just know that I want you.”

Tia was right. He was giving ‘nigga vibes’, especially with that explanation. You pursed your lips and made a face, trying to make light of your own situation. “You know that you want me for sex, though, correct?”

Joon felt as if he said something wrong, then it’d be over with. He didn’t know what to do.

“I like having sex with you. Why do you think I only want you for it?”

“That’s literally all we do. You expect me to not think that?” You asked.

Joon helplessly shrugged. “I’m sorry that I made you feel that way.”

Again, you laughed at him. “Sure.” You were reaching for his black jeans and unbuttoning them. Joon didn’t know what the fuck was even happening. He couldn’t tell if you were still mad at him or if you forgave him, but his mind went blank at the sight of you pulling his erection out and pumping it. You took off your shirt and bra while Joon sat on the edge of the bed and you got down on your knees in between his legs.

His hands went to pull your hair back, and he had just noticed that you had new hair in. The long, black silky inches looked cute on you, and he reminded himself to compliment your hair later on.

You didn’t waste any time to move forward and lick up his shaft. Fuck. Your tongue looked so small compared to the thickness of him... there’s no way JB was bigger than him. You could barely fit Joon in your mouth, and he doubted JB was on that level. As you kissed all over his cock, your eyes flicking up to his, he got goosebumps, half of them from what you were doing to him and the other half from anger towards the enemy leader. JB had seen you like this...? All cock hungry and ready to suck him off...? Joon’s imagination got him back heated so quickly, and he wasn’t going to be nice to you.

Joon let you take over first and put your mouth over him, stroking him with your tongue. You made a show of trying your best to fit him all in, and Joon groaned as you used your hands to stimulate the rest of him. You pulled off of him and tapped the head of his dick against your lips a couple of times.

“Don’t tease me,” he sneered and yanked you closer. “Open your mouth.” You obeyed. Joon slowly eased back in, and his large hands tightening on your hair to ground himself let you know that was about to happened so you relaxed as best you could. Soon, Joon was harshly jerking in and out of your mouth with fervor, the velvet tip of his head hitting the back of your throat. Tears and spit slid out of you as the pain of him throat fucking you increased, but you didn’t care. The dirty moans and whimpers coming from him were urging you to hold on. You eventually swallowed around him, and Joon almost fucking lost it.

“S-Shit, ________!” He snatched you off of him, the fresh air hitting your lungs causing you to cough. Spit was drooling from your mouth and all onto Joon. There were sparkly tears slipping down your cheeks as well. He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing his shaft and rubbing the wet head against your pretty lips at the sight of you.

After giving his tip a kiss, you got up ready to get on the bed in doggy style, but Joon pulled you towards his lap. There was no doubt that he wanted to fuck you like you were some bitch in heat begging for it, but he had caught on to how you wanted to try new positions. He wanted to give you everything you wanted from him.

Joon kissed over your stomach as he reached under you and lined himself up with your entrance. A loud whimper fell from both of you at the feeling, and your hands went to Joon’s shoulders to ground yourself. Shit. He was barely able to push into you.

“You’re so fucking tight, what the hell?” Joon groaned. He brought his hand down to rub your clit and the other hand on your waist to rock you slowly onto him so that you could adjust. “You sure JB was fucking you right?”

Annoyed that he’d brought him up again, you played along. “Don’t flatter yourself...” you breathed, still trying to take Joon in—yeah, he was fucking huge— “...I was this tight for JB, too.”

Suddenly, Joon yanked you all the way down onto him, and you screamed and moaned at the same time. It hurt but the stretch did it in for you. Joon didn’t give you time to adjust anymore and just started pounding into you and bouncing you on him like there was no tomorrow.

“J-Joon!” You yelled. Your nails were digging into any place on his body that you could hold onto, but it only seemed to make him more pissed, his hips not letting up. He was definitely in your guts... tearing you up from the inside. A brush of his cock against your cervix had you crying again and trying to push off of him. “Ow, Joon. You’re—You’re too deep, s-stop.”

“I don’t care,” he said back angrily and pressed up into you more. Your orgasm hit just like that, but he still didn’t stop fucking you no matter how much your body was convulsing. His right hand grabbed your face and pulled you to look at him, his fingers roughly mushing your cheeks together to poke your lips out. “You think you can fucking cheat on me? Huh? This is my pussy, mine only; you need to get that through your fucking head. Say it.”

The only thing you could say back to him was “hnggghhhh”, your moaning coming out louder and messing with your brain processing. His possessiveness made you milk him again, your body tensing up so much.

“Say. It.”

“I-It’s yours,” you meekly said as best as you could since his fingers were obstructing your speech pronunciation.

“What is?”

“My pussy.”

He let go of your face and dropped his hands back to your body to get you off again. He came soon after, heavy, long ropes steadily shooting up into you for a couple of minutes. You could tell that he hadn’t gotten off in a long time, but you didn’t bother to question it.

You didn’t mean to slump against his shoulder and fall asleep for a little bit, but you weren’t complaining when you opened your eyes again to find yourself lying on Joon’s naked chest, his soft cock still inside of you. You had quickly sat up all scared like, but Joon calmed you down. He didn’t know if you were jumpy because you were laying on him or if you normally woke up like that. He didn’t like how he didn’t know a lot about you, actually...

You were hesitant to lay your head back down on his pecks, but he wrapped his arms around you and basically forced you to. It was strange to be lying on him like this... all... domestic like... especially after sex. It was always fuck then leave. This was your first time being in his bed as well.

Your heart was beating so hard that you thought about if Joon could feel it—he could—, and you didn’t want to say anything weird to ruin whatever type of moment this was. Thankfully, Joon spoke first.

“Your hair is cute.”

First of all, he bout sweated your whole shit out. But you accepted the compliment with, “Uhm... thanks...”

“Yeah...”

It was awkward again.

You didn’t know what to say! This was new to you. Not only had you ever laid with a guy after sex, but you’d never done shit like this with Joon. Joon! Of all people.

You figured that people usually just sat in silence so that’s what you did, but your thoughts went rampant again. Why was Joon doing this? Was it because you had “fucked” JB? Was he that jealous? So jealous to fuck you and give you one of the best fucks of your life? Like damn, you thought that he was pretty egotistical and self-centered, but that would just be dirty of him to do... trying to prove to you that the new guy you wanted wasn’t him. Was he trying to also say that you’d never get him or have someone like him again? Bruh! What was it?!

Relax, ________ . You have questioned him this whole time. It’s not stupid to want to know more information now.

Ugh. You hated how much of an over thinker you were.

“Joon...”

“Yes?” His voice rumbles beneath you.

You gulped. “I didn’t... actually... fuck JB. You accused me of it, and I just went along with it for the sake of it. I never had sex with him...”

Joon didn’t answer. You were scared that he had really done that because of the fact you fucked JB and wanted to be an asshole and corrupt you even more. You wouldn’t put it past him with the way he’s treated you.

“Am I supposed to be mad about that?” He asked. You sat up and looked at him to see him with his eyebrow up. “Yeah... I was. But, if you did, what am I to say? Well, I am still going to kill him, but we not talking about that right now.” Your face somehow broke out into a giggle at that, and Joon smiled down at your laugh. This was definitely something that you two shouldn’t be making light of, but Joon didn’t care. “Your body is your body, and you can do what you want with it. I was with someone else when we were doing it, so why should I expect you not to be? I was mainly mad, because he’s an enemy player. Touching a leader’s girl is very disrespectful and that alone shows me that he doesn’t respect me. So he has to go. JK, V, and Yoongi went and killed three of his teammates because of that... it’s a very serious thing. But, no, it’s just the principle of the fact that you were with someone else that made me angry. I had hurt you, and I didn’t mean to. It hurt me that I didn’t know why and that you were so quick to leave me. It also hurt me, because I realized that you weren’t really mine to begin with...”

You blinked. “Sooo... youuuuu...”

“Yes?”

“So what you’re saying issssssss...?”

He laughed at you and squeezed your body against him. “I’m saying what?”

You rolled your eyes at him and hit him.

He laughed again but went to playing in your hair as he sighed. “I don’t know what I’m saying, but I hope you understand it. I don’t want you to leave me. And I haven’t even done it with SooHee since before you stopped talking to me; She’s been salty as hell about it lately. I can go without her.”

“Hmmm,” you hummed. You believed him. No wonder SooHee was looking at you like you stole her man, because you kinda did. “I like that deal.”

He let out a breath that you realized he was holding. He was... nervous? “T-That’s great,” he let out a chuckle, too. It sounded relieved. You didn’t say anything about it, either, and lied back down on his chest.

You were halfway sleep until you felt your naked body being moved to the plush mattress and Joon getting up. Your eyes opened as Joon pulled the blankets over you. “You’re leaving?” You asked.

“I’ll be back,” he leaned down to kiss you on the forehead. You felt butterflies as his affection made you sink back into the soft sheets... “I have a fucker to kill.”

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