• Ｆｏｕｒｔｙ - Ｓｅｖｅｎ •

Pt 3

" Mina get out." Namjoon states, keeping his gaze locked onto you. Having more of a glaring battle with each other.

" What? But I haven't-"

" OUT." He growls. Mina huffs annoyed, grabbing her clothes trying to change into them but Namjoon didn't give her that option. " Change outside."

" I'm not stepping outside naked."

" Oh, please Mina. Half of this campus saw your ass naked. Get the fuck out before I have to forcefully drag your ass out." Mina scoffs offended. Without another word, she walks out the dorm naked just as he asked for.

It was like a damn relief watching her walk out that damn door. That's new.

He pulls up his sweats, sitting on the couch his thumbnail in between his lips eyeing you in silence, practically eye fucking you. Never have you ever spoke to him in such a way.

You tugged on the restrain that had you strapped to the arms of the chair unable to get out of them. Growing more and more frustrated, actually reaching your peak of aggravation not to mention that pain in your chest. It's just to much and it's really brining out a new persona of yourself.

" UNTIE ME." You shouted, kicking your feet trying with every force to get out of this fucking chair. Mentally you were pissed off at yourself. Why let him tie you to a damn chair?

" If you apologize. I gave up a fuck because of your mouth." Namjoon deadpans, smiling back in return.

" Apologize?" You grit through your teeth, hands bawling into fists. " I should apologize?! YOU FUCKED SOMEONE IN FRONT OF ME! YOU SHOULD FUCKING APOLOGIZE."

Namjoon hisses, leaning forward prompting his elbows on his knees. " Keep going."

" JUST GET ME OUT OF THIS CHAIR!"

" Not until you apologize." He firmly demands, leaning back into the couch.

" Namjoon," You growled, looking dead into his eyes filled with rage. " Untie me." Tone was calm yet deadly.

" I'm not repeating myself." Words could not actually describe the whirl of emotions rushing throughout your body. You weren't going to apologize, why the fuck should you even apologize? Maybe because you fucked his friends? But you surely didn't fuck them in front of him.

You leaned back into the chair, giving up scoffing, yet smiling with the words that were going to slip right out your mouth. " Yoongi gives better head then you and certainly knows how to fuck better."

That definitely hit a nerve on his behalf. His ego was really taken a toll for. A couple of angry chuckles gets pass, scooting to the edge of the couch poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

" Excuse me?"

" I'm not repeating myself." He quickly shoots to his feet, startled by his sudden quick movement. He rests his hands onto your arms gripping them while he leans down right in front of your face, his warm breath caressing your lips.

" Say it again." He growls.

Swallowing thickly, a challenging look in your eyes. With every drop of courage you had, or more like aggravation you sat up straighter, shoulders back and chin high.

" Yoongi fucks better then you. Gives—" He grips onto your jaw, tugging you forward the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

" Finish it."

" Funny how you still have me tied to this damn chair... After I said many times to untie me."  He lets go of your jaw, untying your arms, finally free. However, he was still towering over you, blocking you from getting up from the chair. " Move."

" Not until you finish your fucking smart ass remark." He's really getting underneath your skin. No one has ever made you this entirely mad.

" YOUR BEST FRIEND FUCKS BETTER THEN YOU! ACTUALLY KNOWS HOW TO MAKE A WOMEN FEEL GOOD!" And that was all he needed. He attacks your lips, firm solid grip onto your throat. The kiss was filled anger, your teeth grazing over his bottom lip making him hiss in pain.

Namjoon pulls you out the chair, stumbling with you in his arms as he kicks the door open to his room. Your back meets the soft bed material, tugging your shirt off, going back in to kiss him as he fumbles with your shorts pulling them off with force.

Whatever was happening right now felt amazing yet your still fueled with so much anger.

Angry sex does tend to be amazing. There's a first time for everything.

Both bodies fully nude, Namjoon wastes no time and slams right into you, a loud cry escaping your lips. The room filled with your excessive loud pathetic moans, skin to skin slapping together. With every harsh thrust he did, it was all from his built up anger.

" S-Slow down," You begged, as you tried to slightly push him away. However, he moves your hands away slaps his hand onto your mouth muffling any whines and begs that could slip right out your mouth.

He watches as you shake underneath him reaching your prostate, cumming. He still has not and like always, plans to keep going until he reaches his own high.

The beautiful pleasurable feeling is well, beautiful and amazing like words cannot explain it. But it can be so wonderful yet too much you feel you can longer keep going no matter how amazing it is. Sadly, it is the overstimulation. It's just too much to handle after reaching a certain point.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes, your soft whimpering moans muffled against his large hand, both your hands pinned onto your lower stomach. You wanted no more but yet still tried to spread your legs wider for him.

" Awh, princess is spreading wider for me." He purrs into your ear, slowing down his thrusting pace feeling himself come to a point. Not yet, but he feels it. " Baby, I want you to ride me." He removes his hand from your mouth, pressing it besides your head as he pushes himself up hands still pinned to your stomach, keeping himself nice and warm inside you not moving. " What do you say?"

No? Yes? No. Your done for the night. " Yes." Fuck. He smiles, removing his hand from yours, pulling out but before he could lay on his back he grabs his phone.

" Since my friends can record you while they fuck you I don't see why I can't. It's only fair, right?" That is very much indeed true but that doesn't matter. Consent matters.

" Are you going to send it..?" Of course he is.

" Yes." Yoongi didn't send his. But, he did make everyone watch it in the living room while you were there.

" Just...Just to them?" That alone only makes him chuckle, laying flat on his back, going onto his camera swiping onto record, his thumb hovering over the red record button, flash on.

" Come on." He motions with his head. Nervously biting your lip your crawl over straddling him. This is certainly a new position. You've only been on fours or laid flat on your back or stomach.

Just before he hits record he instructs how he wants you to ride him and how to ride. Think of it like your riding a horse but you've never rode a horse before let alone know how's it like. So instead he has you sit there nice and pretty while he does all the work.

Bright flash light on you, your sweat glistening underneath the light, and Namjoon's hand gripped right onto your throat.

Fuck, you looked so damn beautiful. Beautiful as in being a good girl and listening to Namjoon, daddy in this case.

He finishes recording, breathing heavily he presses send, sending it to the famous private group chat.

Namjoon: video sent.Namjoon:🖕😏 Enjoy.

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ALSO UMMM... On the weekends i will not be able to post. ya gurl got a job :,).

THATS ONE FINE ASSS MANNN.

ALSO, I'M SORRY FOR THE LATE POSTING.