Are You Disappointed

As soon as the car's door was closed, Namjoon held Diya's shoulders and pinned her down.

They were both breathing heavily due to their intense and seemingly endless wet kisses.

Namjoon's head has gone blurry, he has reached the peak of his self-control.

Looking at Diya as she lay there with a completely reddened face, and hair scattered on the car's seat, Namjoon couldn't help but grip her wrist hard.

"Diya... are you perhaps still thinking that my reactions to your overtures are different from those men you hated?" He asked.

His jaws were tightening as he talked, showing her that he was completely at the very edge and in a hairline of self-control before he will snap.

"Did you think I will restrain myself and not touch you when you're provoking me like this? Don't you think you're thinking too highly of me?" Namjoon continued.

He was trying so hard. If only she was sober right now, he might already devour her by now. But he knew she wasn't. As he kissed her, he still could taste the alcohol in her mouth, causing him to realize that she wasn't just drugged but was also drunk. And the thought of that validity was the only thing holding him back.

However, as if she doesn't understand the words he said, the girl beneath him licked her lips, sexy enough that Namjoon almost wanted to smack her so she will lose consciousness and just fall asleep.

"You... you are not like them. I want you. " She uttered. Her voice was seductive as ever.

"How could you even say I'm not like them?"

He asked, holding on to a little strand of rationality left in him.

"Because you're so beautiful. I can't help but want to devour you. I'm sorry, I can't contain myself anymore, I can't resist your beauty. "

She answered, making Namjoon's veins pop one after another.

'damn it! Did she think I'm the one who's in danger here? And how could she still spout this kind of thing?!'

Namjoon was starting to get angry. He was trying so hard not to succumb to the sweet temptation that he know he will later regret and yet she was still driving him insane.

"I'm warning you Diya. I'm telling you, I'm just like the other men you met, all flesh and bones, who couldn't control their desires. Move once more and I won't hesitate to eat you even if you're like this. " He warned her.

Namjoon's gaze was serious and dangerous. Trying to scare her with his ferocity.

However, there's no relenting in her expression at all. She opened her mouth instead and spoke.

"You're wrong. You're not like them. You're the only beauty I desire. "

She said as her eyes seemed to twinkle with something Namjoon couldn't explain. At that moment, Namjoon felt like he just heard something so out of this world.

Well, Namjoon's brain censored out the word 'beauty' and replaced it with the word 'man'. Thus, her words and the way she looked at him were like tremendous oil that was added to the fire inside him and in no time, all hell broke loose.

The last string of self-control he had left was burned into ashes and before he knew it, he was already kissing her like the world is about to end.

He kissed her relentlessly from her lips down to her neck. His hands crawled over her as he started removing the strap of her dress without stopping from kissing her.

The fire was getting wilder and he knew there was no way he could extinguish such a huge fire anymore.

His brain was numbed and all he wanted at that moment was to have her and make her completely his.

Namjoon couldn't even think about being gentle anymore. He could hear her moans driving him crazy.

Her response to his every move and not restraining herself to show him her vulnerable side was enough to make Namjoon forget about everything else.

He turned completely into someone he never thought he would become, as though another side of him has resurfaced.

He never once thought he could be like this. He never once thought that one day, his carnal desire would overpower him.

Truth be told, Namjoon thought that he was the same as Jin but he soon realized that he was different.

He could feel every human emotion however, he felt like the way his mind works was different. He was always wondering why everyone around him, including Jin, will lose control of themselves.

He didn't understand why every single one of them, no matter how strong they were, will let all logic and reasoning fly out the window when cornered. He couldn't fathom the reason why their emotions will get ahead of them to the point that they couldn't think straight anymore.

Namjoon never understood because, in his entire existence, he never experienced it. He felt like his brain was being controlled well as if it was a robot's brain with some sort of programmed automatic limit.

For a long time since he was taken by Jin, Namjoon was always the only one with a mind unaffected no matter what the situation is.

Even in the middle of life and death situations, nothing could affect the flow of his thinking.

He always thought that he can't become a normal human after all. This was also one of the reasons why he agreed to join that seduction-tolerant training.

He was curious if women could make him lose himself but it didn't happen. Not until this point in time when does Diya enters his life.

He was finally experiencing how it feels to completely lose control of oneself.

In no time, both of them were already half naked. The heat from their bare skin crashing with each other was beyond comprehension for Namjoon.

He started touching every curve of her body like a hungry beast while Diya gripped him hard that her nails almost pierced his skin as she continued moaning with pleasure from the touch of his lips running down her breast.

And by the time his warm hand reached her legs, everything turned uncontrollably wilder.

The fire has reached the final phase.

The steamy atmosphere inside the car was uncontrollable and Namjoon knew that there was no more going back. Everything was already hazy and he had already lost it all.

However, just as he was about to enter, something made Namjoon freeze in place.

It was as if a certain wall appeared in front of the blazing wildfire, barricading him from getting further.

Along with that, Namjoon also heard Diya gasp at that same time, making him pull back instantly as his eyes widened.

He was shocked as if a drum of Antarctic water was poured over him. The clouds in his mind began to slowly dissipate, as if a windstorm cleared it, waking him up from his stupor.

Namjoon looked at her in disbelief. He was sure that the obstruction he felt just now was because she has never been touched in there before.

He never thought that this woman whom he called a pervert and was acting like a professional pervert since the first time they met was a virgin.

"You..." He could only utter before he immediately pulled away from her.

Namjoon quickly picked up his shirt and wore it while Diya weakly forced herself to move.

Namjoon was facing towards the window trying not to look at her as he quickly put on his clothes.

Despite that, the girl's hands relentlessly wrapped around his neck again and she began to kiss the back of his neck. Namjoon shuddered and he bit his lip hard.

He turned towards her only to see her naked. Namjoon almost wants to hit himself. He picked her clothes and as he tried to dress her, Diya bit his earlobe.

"D-don't stop. I want you. Please let me eat you . "

She said like a real seductive naughty little pervert.

"damn it!" Namjoon could only curse.

"Stop acting like a pervert when you don't even have experience, you idiot!"

"Why? Are you disappointed I'm a virgin?" She asked.

He could see her eyes getting even weaker than before. He knew her state of mind was a mess just by looking at her.

However, the way she asked at that moment made his heart feel kind of uncomfortable. And his eyes couldn't help but go gentle.

"I'm not, okay? It's just that, I don't want to take advantage of you when you're like this. If I continue and touch you now, I believe I will regret it later. " He answered.

Namjoon doesn't know why but at that moment, he recalled what she said the first time he met her.

'I hate guys who just easily fall for any form of seduction... men like those are meant to be grilled to death... seduction is indeed powerful, but real men don't just fall blindly in its pit, no?'

As those words echoed in his head, Namjoon couldn't help but tug his hair hard. He imagined the disaster that will happen to them after this if they didn't stop, and he felt amazingly awful and angry with himself.

Even though their relationship wasn't bounded by something called 'love' from the very start, Namjoon gradually found himself caring for her more than he could imagine.

It was something he never expected. At first, he thought she was just someone necessary for him, but as time goes by before he knew it she became important to him.

And now, him, actually losing control of her alone, made him realize that at some point, he might have already fallen for her.

Although he was still unsure if this is what they called 'love' but at that moment, Namjoon was sure that he liked this girl after all, despite her being so annoyingly troublesome like this.

As Namjoon just finished dressing her up, Diya didn't stop licking him every time she could reach Namjoon's skin.

"N-namjoon..."

She uttered and the man who was starting to establish a solid wall of rationality in his head was again thrown off.

Maybe because this Diya never called his name before. She was always calling him all sorts of silly nicknames she gave him and she's calling him Mr . Kim in front of other people.

"I... I can't hold it anymore. Make me feel better, please. I want you. "

She begged and NamJoon's composure became disarrayed once again. This time, he didn't rush anymore.

He had decided he won't do it but at the same time, he also realized what kind of predicament she was in right now.

He knew this situation was torture to her and he can't just let her endure the torment for long. Moreover, he just couldn't stand that helpless and desperate look in her eyes anymore.

Thus, the next moment, Namjoon gulped and bumped his forehead to hers.

"I can't do it with you tonight but I can help make you feel better. Is it fine with you if I use my finger?"

He asked and the girl just uttered an "Mm" as she nodded weakly, as if she just doesn't care anymore whatever method he use.

Namjoon could tell that the dosage of the drug they used on her might be quite high because there was no sign of the effects on her subsiding at all. That was also the reason why Namjoon decided to do something.

The next second, Namjoon started moving. He kissed her as he slowly started pleasuring her.

He wanted to make her feel better and let her find her release.

As the seemingly slowed time passed, Diya's moans enveloped the closed car.

Her hands were gripping the man beside her hard that blood could almost flow out from his skin. All she felt was fireworks blasting in her mind one after another.

The pleasure was making her burn up and her mind gets even more dazed. Everything was just so intense that she even bit him hard.

...

Namjoon slowly and carefully laid the limped and exhausted girl down on the back seat. He wiped the sweats on her forehead as she began to fall into a deep slumber.

He covered her with his coat before he opened the car's door and called the driver in.

"Drive fast to the nearest hotel. " He ordered and the driver immediately did as told.

In no time, Namjoon laid the girl on the bed before he hastily went straight towards the bathroom and showered himself with cold water relentlessly for a long time.