"Are you in luv?"

"Does he treat you well?"

"Does he have a big dick?"

"Tae, we've all seen Namjoon's dick. We all know it's huge," Hoseok interjected into the conversation which I was eternally grateful.

Namjoon didn't seem too fazed by the questions the boys were asking, all of them far more focused on us than the movie that was playing in front of them. I, however, felt incredibly uncomfortable. Namjoon and I weren't even officially dating, and yet we were being treated by everyone around us like we had gotten married.

And the more disconcerting part was how much Namjoon went along with it.

Maybe this was normal for him, maybe the pace of our relationship was exactly what he was used to. But for me all the engagement of everyone around us in our private lives - even the people I called my best friends - seemed a bit suffocating.

When I had agreed to watch a film with Namjoon at the house, I was certainly not ready for an interrogation. Namjoon's arm was dangling lazily over my shoulder, and I continually received suggestive winks and gestures from Jimin and Jungkook - both of them mouthing 'Netflix and Chill' at me. What they didn't seem to quite realise was that nothing R rated would happen while the room was still full of excitable boys.

"Don't you find it a bit odd that we've all fucked your girlfriend more times than you have?" Jungkook asked, a devilish smirk now on his face.

I'm not his girlfriend, I mumbled in my head, my levels of uncomfortableness now reaching new heights. Neither Namjoon or I had even broached the subject of our past yet, living very much in the blissful present.

"Don't you find a bit odd that you're talking about fucking another girl when you should really be facetiming your girlfriend?" Namjoon fired back much to the amusement of the boys who all slapped Namjoon's back and ridiculed the blushing Jungkook.

Finally settling down, we were all able to finish the film in relative peace. However, I noticed that Namjoon seem more on edge, his grip on my shoulder now tightened and his jaw clenched. Was it something I had done?

One by one the boys began to leave, all having commitments in their own life that took place above teasing the two of us. Finally alone, I narrowed my eyes at Namjoon at his sudden change in character.

"Why are you holding onto me with an iron grip?"

Namjoon rolled his eyes, ignoring me and fixing his eyes back on the screen. Now, I wasn't having that. Tearing myself out of his hold, I moved to the other side of the couch childishly, huffing as I did so.

"Don't be like that," he sighed, crawling over to pull me into a hug, "I just don't like being reminded that everyone else has fucked you, okay? That's it."

I bit my tongue, not wanting to get into an argument with him about how the only reason I did sleep with all his friends was because he employed me to.

"I want to make you forget you ever fucked them," he whispered into my ear, kissing the side of my neck, "Want you to think of nothing but my cock."

Against my own wishes, I couldn't help feeling heat pool inside my stomach at his dirty words.

His hand slowly trailed down to my thigh where he gripped it firmly, gently stroking my core through my jeans with his other hand. Pulling me onto his lap, he continued these actions while grinding into me with his crotch.

Removing his lips from my neck, I could see in his eyes how desperate he was for release. I would be lying if I said wasn't as well.

"We can't do it in the living room, what if someone comes in-"

"Let them watch," he whispered before pressing our lips together as he unzipped my jeans and pulled them off in one swift movement.

He only broke the kiss to unzip his own trousers, his throbbing cock released and I couldn't help biting my lip.

"Don't do that or I'm not going to be able to control myself," he muttered, pumping his cock shamelessly as he gazed at me.

Blushing at his words, I took his cock in my hands and positioned myself above its glistening tip. Gasping, I knew I would never get used to feeling of his cock stretching me out with its sheer size. After a few attempts, I managed to fit most of it inside me and I took a deep breath to steady myself.

"Put your hands on my shoulders," he ordered, an unspecified glint in his eye.

Obeying, I gulped at the feeling of him begin to thrust slowly up into me. His pace was so tantalisingly slow, and my head lolled back in pleasure at feeling of him filling me completely.

One hand on my waist, the other snuck to my clit where he began to thumb small circles on the bundle of nerves. This new pleasure made me pant even more, bucking my hips upwards to give him more access.

His stamina was unparalleled as he sped up slightly, my whole body now trembling with pleasure. Thighs aching, pussy throbbing, and body now covered in sweat I begged him to speed up.

Taking that as a challenge, I had to grip hold of him as he snapped his hips upwards with ridiculous speed. Now grunting, he left a series of sloppy kisses to my breasts, both his hands now holding my hips in place so hard that I knew I would have bruises the next day.

Climaxing, my whole body relaxed and I aimed to catch my breath as he too came down from his own high. Leaning forward, I nestled my head into the crook of his neck.

"Did I erase your memory?" he asked, a smirk clear on his face.

"Just about, I'm also sure you made me tear one of my muscles."

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all I've done today is write smut chapters lol story of my life.

also, not to big myself up, but planning on 'behind the proposition' (aka the Joon perspective of 'the proposition') is fucking exciting and cool.

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