50.2 Interrupted

Friday, 24th. April. 2015

"Namjoon, you came?" I awed at the sight of him standing there in his fit, tight in all the right places, yet there was something more loose about him right now.

"Hey babygirl, sure did," His confidence was brimming in a way that only he radiated.

"Ahhh. Namjoonie Hyung, here to spoil our fun I see," Jimin's sudden comment startled me, seeing as he was so close to my ear.

"We were here first." Tae shifted back in his seat cockily as he eyed Namjoon steadily. It didn't seem like he was going to just leave.

"Joon is right. We made plans." I doubled down. As much as I was enjoying Tae and Jimin's company, they were getting way too out of hand, and I didn't know how much more of this I could take. Joon truly was a saving grace right now, and I was going to take it.

"Tae, C'mon. Give it up. We can come back and see Jia next time," Jimin sighed, giving my butt a light slap to signal he was letting me get up, so I did.

After a moment of them glaring at each other, Tae conceded, albeit it was reluctant. Lily came over and offered to show Joon to a table while I walked Jimin and Tae out and said my goodbyes.

They followed behind me as we walked past the other tables. There were bottles scattered, everyone was spending. Once we reached the lobby, the noise had drowned out somewhat, leaving an oddity of calm as I leant in to kiss them both on the cheek, one after the other. Once they'd left, I made my way back to find Joon.

"How's my girl doin?" Joon asked as he lent back, his thighs naturally spreading. As I glanced him over it became apparent, just how self-assured he was at the moment. It was irresistible when he was like this. That heavy presence, the things he'd do to me if I let him.

"Those two are out of control," I shook my head in response as I recalled the tension Tae and Jimin had left me with. My body felt feverish, flushed, and craving to be touched. I needed to shake it off.

"Seems like they gave you a hard time, the way they had you caged between them. Seconds away from devouring you right over the table," Joon said as he handed me one drink he'd just poured us.

"It felt that way, but I made it through unscathed," I laughed, running a hand through my hair to push it back. It was a fitting recollection of it. Those two are unhinged, but I didn't dwell. I was with Joon now, thankfully.

"Are you underestimating me?" Joon mused. That playful glint was sly but impossible to ignore. "I'm the one you should watch out for."

"Joon, I'm hanging on by a thread. You wouldn't really do that to me, would you?" I chuckled, but it was the truth. It left me feeling just as worked up and bothered as I was before and him suggesting he wasn't about to take mercy on me was only making it worse.

He took a brief pause before sighing. "Sometimes I think I go too easy on you. That's why you assume I'm soft."

He was right. Most of the time he was always so careful with me, treated me with a certain delicacy, but..

"I've seen the other side, too. Stern and assertive. You're a leader. Everything you do shows it," I said. His head tilted aside ever so slightly, as though interested.

"Does that turn you on?" He questioned. But that calm, collected air he held. It was as though he already knew the answer.

"It's so sexy," I admitted, placing my empty glass on the table. Without thinking, I rested my hand on his thigh and groped. The muscle I could feel flex underneath was so thick.

"Is it now?" He mused. As his hand rested over mine, it enveloped it.

"Mm," I hummed in response. I felt the space between us disappear as he shifted closer and lent his arm to the back of the couch. It made me feel so small, being this close to him.

"You're so flushed, seeing you like this.." Joon's gaze fixed down on my body as he ran the back of his other hand lightly down my arm.

"Seeing me like this..? Why did you stop?" I asked, holding back the quiver that threatened to escape at his touch. His dark gaze raised, reaching for mine as though snapped out of hypnosis.

"No, never mind, it's nothing." He muttered, pulling back only the slightest.

"No, that's not fair. What is it?" I asked, wanting to know. Not wanting him to back off.

"You really wanna know?" He held my gaze sturdily. I gave a slow nod. Joon lent in closer to whisper in my ear, so only I could hear what he was about to say.

"I wanna fuck your pussy like you never felt before," the rasp in his voice let me know he means it. My thighs squeezed together on their own. I felt lightheaded at how tantalizing this tension he held over me was.

"Say it again, I want to hear you say it again," I breathed. Instead, he gently nibbled on my ear. I'd been holding back for too long. I wanted him. The way he made me feel, it was indescribable. Trickles of urgency rushed through me as his touch traced over my thigh. My body ached for him and I couldn't hold back anymore. Joon didn't protest as I encase his wrist in my grip and pulled him over to the restroom.

Joon tripped on the way in and with a heated urgency he fumbled the door closed behind us.

"How do you do it? How do you know exactly what I like?" I breathed as he closed in, trapping me between him and the basin counter. The room was small to begin with, but with him being so big there was barely any space left.

"Daddy just knows." His hand ran up my thigh and over my ass. I bit my lip.

"Baby. Turn around, stick it out, I wanna see it," Joon suggestively commanded. The spanks I wore that matched with the corset had ridden up over the course of the night, leaving half my ass already exposed. So, when I bent over, I could feel the tight tug of them even more.

After I'd bent over the basin counter, he groaned in satisfaction. Then, I felt his palm come down hard and a hot sting to my ass cheek followed.

"Joon," I gasped, instinctively sticking my ass out more only for him to rub where he'd just spanked me.

"Hmm? You like it like that, don't you?" I felt him pin me against the counter with his hips, the flexing of his erection through his slacks pressed on my ass. "Tell me, Jia, tell me what you want me to do to you."

I grinded my ass against his hardness, causing him to groan again. Then, I wiggled my way around to face him. "I want you to kiss me," I told him as I reached for his hand and gently dragged his fingers over my lips.

Joon focused, light pants escaping his barely parted lips. A lustrous intensity coming from him. As though on impulse he closed in, tongue devoured my mouth entirely. Without warning, our lips parted, his hands gripped my ass, and he hoisted me up. I felt the cold of the marble countertop on my protruding bare ass cheeks.

He slipped off my lower garments while heatedly kissing me again, panting between breaths. The yearning, I felt it in the way his lips kneaded mine. Each touch that ran over my skin. A relinquished all self-control. I wanted nothing more than to indulge in my craving for him.

"My sweet baby doll." He finally pulled away. "Always picturesque perfect. Like a fine work of art. Dripping wet for me." His fingers slid effortlessly over my clit as he rubbed, gaze fixated from me slowly down to between my parted legs.

"Feels so good. Joon, I want you so badly." I spread my thighs further apart for him and leaned back against the coolness of the mirror, bare all for him to see.

"I can't take it baby, I just can't control myself when I'm around you. Once I get the thought of you in my head I just can't get you out again," two fingers he'd been tracing my clit with slid deep in me. I gasped at the sudden fullness. He slammed into me, deeper, bottom lip caught between his teeth hungrily as he did.

"Can you handle it, baby?" he asked. I whined as he pressed his thumb hard to my clit and rubbed rough circles.

His fingers felt so good inside me as I rolled my hips. I hastily fumbled to unbutton his shirt and cling to his sweaty, glistening chest, all hot and sticky. A small bead of sweat dripped down his forehead.

With his free hand, he fumbled to undo his belt and unzip his pants. I reached down and grasped it just as he'd freed himself. So hard, yet the skin of his cock was so soft at the same time. "I want you to slap me in the face with it." My adrenaline was running so high, he pulled his fingers out of me. A hint of uncertainty flashed across his face briefly.

"Joon, please, lemme taste you then," I gripped him in my hand and jerked him slow but firmly up and down. The sheer size of it made my hand look so small wrapped around it.

"Fuck Jia," He groaned, and I felt him twitch in my hand. "I didn't know you were this wild," He panted between words and looked so riled up, like he was seriously considering doing what I'd asked.

Saying nothing, I perched up on my knees, got on all fours, knelt forward, and opened my mouth. Namjoon went wide-eyed as he looked at me, ready and waiting for him to slide his cock down my throat.

"You're really something else. You know that, right?" He gave a doting snort before gently running a hand through my hair and finding his grip. I barely had any time to think before he guided his cock into my open mouth. The light, salty taste of his pre-cum grazed over my tongue.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good around my cock," He said in a low pant, "I wonder who else's cock you've had in here. Jungkookie's maybe," He went on, as though thoughts were just tumbling out carelessly in the heat of the moment.

Was he imagining me sucking Jungkook's dick right now? Any refute I tried to give got completely lost in muffles as he crammed himself further down my throat. I forgot what he'd said and forced my jaw open wider. He used the firm grip he had on my hair to thrust it in. I was dizzy with bliss. I wanted more. He peered down at me after I slapped his thigh.

"Joon-" I could barely speak. He cupped my cheeks and guided me up so we were face to face, then placed a soft kiss on my lips. He lingered for a moment.

"Jia, can I fuck you? I wanna fuck you so badly," he whispered lowly against my lips. His words, the thought of it, it made me quiver.

It all happened so fast, as though floating through the motions. Before I knew it, I was bent over, ass hanging off the edge, face near smooshed against the mirror. In the reflection stood Namjoon behind me. Hand on my hip as he guided himself into me. It pulled me back to reality as I felt him break me in. The stretch felt so good as he worked his cock into me. The furrow of his brow loosened into the most pure fucked out expression of bliss as he thrust his way entirely in.

My knees were trembling and hurt against the hard marble. I could barely keep myself from crumpling as he slowly fucked into me. But that tingling when he rubbed that spot deep in me was ecstasy. As he picked up the pace, it ached, but in such a good way. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe tomorrow I'd feel it. Skin slapped against skin as he pounded into me more steadily. My orgasm was building. That same rubbing on that spot deep in me had me feeling like I was about to pee.

"Baby girl," Joon panted, "you're so tight, fuck." He groaned. My breaths became heavier. I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Joon, I think I'm gonna squirt," As I looked up in the mirror, our eyes met. His cock twitched in me at my confession and he slowed his rhythm.

"Really? Should I keep going?" He asked. I nodded, still trying to catch my breath, and he sped back up. All it took was a few deep thrusts and my knees trembled. I couldn't tell if I squirted, or it was just my usual juices, but Joon spanked my ass and fucked into me a few more times for good measure. Then, he came hard in me. As he shot his load, it tipped me over and I clenched around him and came too. My head was spinning. I was an absolute mess.

After a moment, Joon slowly softened, and he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. I carefully turned around and sat down. I felt so weak that I collapsed back against the mirror for support.

Everything was hazy, but I could make out Joon cleaning himself up and fixing his shirt and pants back up. Once he was done, he looked at me.

"Are you alright?" He asked. I gave a small nod. But I felt like there was something wrong.

"Are you?" I asked in return. But, as he bit his lip and paused, I knew maybe he wasn't.

"You've got me so messed up. You tell me I'm hot then cold, but you're no different. One second you freak out and the next you're all over me. I think you need to figure out how you feel. Make up your mind."

His words completely took me by surprise. Not a good one, either. It hurt a little. We'd just fucked and, after that, this was the first thing he said to me...

"You're right. I don't know what I want." I admitted. A light-headed feeling hit me, making the room spin a little again.

"Well, let me know when you figure it out. But, in the meantime, if you want- " He hesitated for a moment, "If you want me to fuck you, that's also fine." Joon leaned in, clasped my chin and kissed my lips before letting go again. It was bittersweet.

I was left phased out by his words as he stood before me but I tried to collect myself and get off the bench. Joon noticed and reached out a hand to help me.

"Here, I'll take care of you," he said, not waiting for a response before grabbing some tissues from beside the basin. I leaned against his chest as he reached down to clean up between my legs and put on my lower garments.

"I feel dizzy." I admitted, still clinging to him. Room still spinning. Joon cupped my cheek and peered down at me.

"I'll get you some water when we get back to our table." I gave a nod, so he carefully led me back out into the lounge. Everything around us seemed so loud suddenly.

Joon slipped into our table first, then pulled me in close beside him. I rest my head against his chest as he wrapped an arm around me. He helped me sober up and closing time came around.

Joon had left. I was finally on my way home. It baffled me that no one seemed to have noticed my absence, or if they did, they didn't make it obvious. As I shower and clean myself up, a strange sense of guilt came over me. The hot steam that built and shrouded the bathroom helped ease it a little. However, as I crawled into bed, switched off my light and lay there in the dark alone, it floated back to me.

The way he'd changed right after he came, and what he'd said, just didn't sit right with me. Was I to blame for it? Was I sending him mixed signals? I was, right? But, the truth was that I didn't entirely know what I wanted. He'd come on to me just as much as I had to him. But, I guess thinking that way wasn't going to be very helpful.

I'd always sensed a magnetic pull towards Namjoon. He made my heart flutter and skip beats when he was near. I always felt so safe and comfortable when he was around. At times, when I saw him, I just felt like nestling myself into his chest and staying there where it was warm and safe and I was accepted. Right there in his arms. That was the truth. My feelings have been so deep inside that I've barely spoken of them out loud. I steered clear of them altogether, because they frightened me. But, for the first time, he'd turned around and accused me of playing with his feelings. The thought of it made me question if that's what I was doing. Even if it wasn't my intention.

But perhaps he was right. By ignoring my feelings and being fickle to avoid confronting certain emotions, there was space for him and others to be hurt in the process. Perhaps that's where my feelings of guilt were stemming from.. And if that's the case then, I need to do something about it.