Jin's POV

I groaned quietly, rolling over in the bed I was in. But only the upper half of my body moved, seeing as my legs were entangled with someone else's. I gasped, sitting up straight.

Namjoon slowly opened his eyes and propped himself up by his elbow. I looked around at the unfamiliar room. It must be his. "What the fuck happened!?"

"I think you can figure out what happened, princess." I glanced at all of the clothes scattered across the floor. I felt a flush creep up my neck.

I remained silent. I grabbed my head as a headache ripped through my head. I blinked, suddenly remembering everything. "And before you go off on me. You said you wouldn't be mad." Namjoon added.

Flashback:

"I promise I won't be mad." I said, barging into an unfamiliar room. Namjoon looked up at me, his eyebrow raised. He didn't have a shirt on, since he was changing it. I ignored the view in front of me for now. He pulled the shirt on and buttoned it up, waiting for me to say something. But I didn't.

"Won't be mad for what, princess?" He finally asked.

"I need you to fuck me." I said bluntly. To say he looked surprised was an understatement.

"Are you drunk?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Oh come on, it's obvious you want to. And I really need it, cause I'd rather not have to resort to attacking someone like little Jungkook."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you own camps, no? I'm sure you don't really know how they actually work, so let me explain a few things. They train you, basically so your addicted to being fucked. And when you leave, your body isn't able to adjust to not having a dick for longer than a week. And it's been like...two for me. Unless your dick is up my ass in the next hour, I'll probably attack someone in this house like a rabid dog. So therefore, I need you to fuck me."

Namjoon stared at me, trying to see if I was lying or not, I could tell. "I promise I won't be mad. I'm not really in the right state of mind right now and when I wake I'll tomorrow it'll probably take me a little to remember exactly what'll happen. But I promise I won't be mad."

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise. Now fuck me." Well, that was probably the fastest reaction I'd ever gotten. As soon as I finished talking lips were on mine. Namjoon held my hips with his large hands, bringing them closer to his. I moaned into the kiss and he took that opportunity to let his tongue push against mine.

I let him take dominance over my mouth, and he explored every inch of the cavern. His hands slowly moved down to trace the curves of my hips. They trailed back up, riding my shirt up with it. He pulled it over my head and discarded the sweater somewhere in the ground.

The way he kissed me and the way he took things slowly, it was something I'd never done before. Usually I was just told to get on my knees. This felt...nice. He made me feel like I wasn't being used.

I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as he trailed soft kisses down my neck. His lips ghosted over my collar bones and I shivered at the small contact. He then sucked roughly, following the trail he'd made earlier with his kisses.

I bit my bottom lip and leaned my head back, giving him better access. I was suddenly on his bed, underneath him as he continued to leave hickies and bite marks along my neck.

I finally managed to get his shirt off, and immediately went to his belt buckle. I pulled it off as his hands lightly traced the lines of my stomach. I trembled under his touch, wanting more.

It didn't take long for both of us to get rid of our remaining clothing. The hot make out session was good, but that isn't what I came for, and Namjoon knew that.

I flipped him over so that I was now in top. I straddled him, grinding my hips on his hardened member as I trailed kissed down his chest and abdomen. I moved farther and farther, and Namjoon suddenly sat up. I slipped right off of his lap and landed on my knees, between his legs.

I didn't even hesitate before grabbing his member and running my hand over it a few times. I kissed the side gently before sucking on his tip roughly, eliciting a lustful moan from him lips. It turned me on more, and I began to bob my head up and down, working my tongue around him as well.

His fingers entangled themselves into my hair as I sucked him off and his hips bucked suddenly, causing me to moan. "Ah fuck, princess. I'm gonna cum." He muttered. Not ten seconds later he filled up my mouth with his cum. I swallowed all of it and then looked up at him, my eyes half lidded. I licked my lips slowly, knowing that it was turning him on more.

He growled. "Fuck, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow." He pulled me up and I was straddling him again. I ran a hand through his hair and smirked. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "Is that a promise?"

Next thing I knew, I was underneath him, and he was slamming into me without any preparation. I threw my head back, my back arching as pleasure mingled with pain shot through me.

"Ah, shit Joon! Fuck me harder!" He quickened his pace and I moaned, almost to the point of screaming in pleasure. His hands were gripping my waist harshly, pushing me towards him with every thrust so he could reach further inside of me.

He was hitting my prostate dead on with every thrust. He had been practically, as soon as he'd entered me. I was in euphoria. Cloud nine. Heaven. It felt amazing. "Your sucking me in, princess. Such a little slut."

"A-ah!" Was all I could manage.

"Let's see if the princess can cum untouched, shall we?" He mused, knocking my hands away as they had begun to crawl towards my own member. I whined, but that quickly turned into a moan as he slammed into me, harder than before. His thrusts were getting sloppier, but rougher.

"Shit princess. I'm gonna cum."

"M-me too..." I screamed as I released all over my abdomen, clenching around Namjoon, causing him to shoot his load inside of me. He thrusted in slower a few times, riding it his high, before pulling out. As soon as I lost contact with him, I was out cold.

End of Flashback

I was now full on blushing. What the actual fuck, Seokjin. I scolded myself. Namjoon chuckled as he watched my face. I grabbed a pillow and hit him right in the nose. I scrambled out of the bed and picked up some random clothes, not really caring whose they were since I'd be taking a shower as soon as I got back to my room anyway.

I ran a hand through my hair, collecting myself before turning and facing Namjoon. He was still in the bed and didn't look like he planned on moving anytime soon.

"You know, you can come here anytime you need help, princess." He said, smirking at me.

"Shut the fuck up, Kim Namjoon." I grumbled.

"Really. I certainly don't mind helping you out."

"Yeah I know, because you're nothing but a pervert who takes pictures of people changing and bathing." He narrowed his eyes at me. I smirked, crossing my arms. "And by the way, I can still walk, sweet cheeks." I heard a feral growl as I walked out of his room.

As soon as I shut the door, however, I scowled, rubbing my lower back. Good thing my room was close by. I found my door open and as soon as I was alone, I fell to my knees in pain. "Stupid mafia boss." I muttered, finding myself completely unable to walk.