The city lights bled through the windows like blood on glass. Namjoon had you trapped under him, his broad frame caging you in, hips driving forward with that familiar, punishing rhythm. His eyes were half-lidded, drunk on lust, lips parted as he chased his pleasure.

“Fuck… you’re so tight tonight,” he groaned, voice gravelly and low. One hand pinned your wrists above your head while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. “Tell me how much you love taking my cock, baby.”