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They lay side by side on Namjoon’s bed where they’d been sipping soju and watching Netflix late into the night. The tv had taken a back seat a while ago and wine had followed the soju and now they were both very drunk. Namjoon looked over at Jimin and felt a wave of affection run through him. He didn’t spend much time alone with him like this but Yoongi had cancelled and they’d spilt drinks all over the couch so the bed it was. He’d really enjoyed the relaxed evening they’d had, he felt a stronger connection between them. Jimin lay on his front propped up on his elbows, the soft glow from the bedside lamp making his features seem even more dreamy and perfect. The soju had given him a soft blush, even when he wasn’t trying Jimin was beautiful. Jimin moved to push a piece of hair away from his face and pouted cutely when it immediately fell back where it had been. Namjoon had been laying on his back, he now wriggled till he was sitting upright against the headboard. He checked Jimin was still typing away on his phone before allowing his eyes to travel down Jimin’s figure. The t-shirt hung off his left shoulder shamelessly, showing his collarbone and smooth neck. Namjoon’s eyes carried on, down his strong back to Jimin’s ass and thighs. The shorts he had on were short enough that he could see the delectable muscles in Jimin’s thighs, muscles he’d dreamt about biting. Jimin’s ass was a real thing of beauty though, Namjoon wanted to get his hands on it and squeeze. He’d felt it before of course, they all joked around and slapped each other, but he’d never got a really good hold on it. He wondered if any of the others had been lucky enough to have a go. Jimin was always tactile and flirted with all of their friends but maybe it was more than flirting with some of them. Namjoon had known for years that he was attracted to Jimin, but as his roommate he’d always felt it an unspoken rule not to blur those lines. Sure, sometimes he snuck a few looks while Jimin got changed or ‘accidentally’ walked in while Jimin was in the shower. Once he’d even managed to grab a video, blurry in parts but good enough. He’d had to pretend his phone was off so he couldn’t exactly hold it up to record properly. He’d jacked off to that video countless times but he always held himself back physically, although now with the alcohol on his system and him and Jimin alone in his room it was hard.
‘I can’t see the screen properly hyung’, Jimin said in a slurred voice. Namjoon looked down as Jimin now collapsed fully onto the bed, his phone grasped loosely in his hand by his face. Jimin closed his eyes and reached out with his other hand to reach Namjoon. The hand brushed high up Namjoon’s leg and he tried not to react, not knowing if it was meant to be a friendly gesture or a seduction. Jimin smiled still with his eyes closed, ‘I love you hyung, you’re the best’.
Namjoon smiled and leaned across to comb his fingers through Jimin’s hair, ‘I love you too Jiminie’, he said. Looking down he saw notifications popping up on Jimin’s phone. Jimin still had his eyes peacefully closed so Namjoon decided to have a look, he told himself it was just to check there was nothing urgent. He was helping, being a friend.
He could see the message on the screen and he nearly dropped the phone in shock.
JK : Don’t you want to get laid tonight?
Oh my god. Namjoon couldn’t believe it. Did that mean…? Jimin wanted him too. Maybe that’s why he got so drunk, maybe he was nervous about being alone together.
Namjoon looked at Jimin’s sleeping face, his breathing even and calm and ran a finger over his cheek, across his soft plump lips. Jimin wanted him too, it was amazing. He wished Jimin was still awake so he could tell him he wanted him back, they could have this. Namjoon pressed his thumb onto Jimin’s plump bottom lip. Oh, the fantasies he’d had about those lips. He pushed his thumb in slightly and moaned when he felt Jimin start to softly suckle.
‘Jimin’, Namjoon warned, but Jimin still looked to be asleep. He let himself enjoy the feeling, the warm wet mouth around his thumb.
‘Shit Jimin’, he said softly, ‘if you don’t stop that…’ Namjoon could feel his cock starting to throb. Jimin was such a tease, even now. He looked so innocent but the way he danced, the way he moved his body, was pure sin. Namjoon removed his thumb and lent down to press a soft kiss to Jimin’s mouth. His lips were plush and inviting and he couldn’t help but move his lips against him. Pulling back he saw Jimin smile in his sleep. Trailing a finger down Jimin’s back he sat forward on his knees and finally got his hands on Jimin’s ass. It felt amazing, just like he’d fantasized. It was plump and firm and the perfect size for his hands. He squeezed and sat back to see if there was any reaction. Jimin lay sleeping, still smiling, happy and peaceful. If they were really going to sleep together after this, if Jimin wanted to fuck Namjoon, then he told himself there was no harm in having a peek at what he was going to be getting. Slowly he pulled the hem of his t-shirt up, exposing the creamy skin of his back. It was muscled and smooth and Jimin wriggled cutely in his sleep at Namjoon’s finger running up his spine. Next he hooked his fingers into Jimin’s shorts and pulled them down until his whole ass was on display. He wasn’t wearing underwear! Jimin really was slutty sometimes, coming in here in just those shorts and loose t-shirt, clearly he wanted something to happen. Namjoon moved to straddle Jimin’s legs so he was directly behind him and snapped a quick photo. He would have the real thing anyway but it felt right to take a momento of this moment. He felt his cock growing harder as at last he felt the naked flesh in his hands, kneading and massaging it. Jimin gave a little groan in his sleep and Namjoon was glad he was making Jimin feel good. He pulled Jimin’s cheeks apart and was pleased to see he waxed, everything was clean and so tempting. His cock was so hard it felt like he’d burst if he didn’t do something. He’d wanted this for so long and now here he was, Jimin practically naked and wanting, showing off his smooth little hole just for him. Reaching into the bedside drawer he pulled out the lube and carefully warming it on his fingers he began circling Jimin’s hole. Jimin had come here without underwear, he’d come here cleaned up, obviously he expected to have some fun and Namjoon wasn’t going to disappoint him, not when he was feeling the horniest he could remember being. He was surprised when his finger slipped inside Jimin so easily. He moaned at the thought of Jimin in the shower or maybe his bedroom, prepping himself with Namjoon in mind. This was just more evidence that what he was doing was right. Inserting another finger Namjoon began to move them in and out, it was hard to hold off but he knew he’d get his own release soon. He was soon up to three fingers, easily moving in and out and he couldn’t wait any more. He sat up and pulled down his sweatpants and felt the cool air hit his almost purple neglected cock. He managed to lift Jimin’s hips enough to place a pillow underneath and arranged Jimin just right. Taking one more photo, he finally allowed himself to push his cock against Jimin’s well lubed hole and enter him, Jimin letting out a sigh as he pushed in. It was wet and warm and as he felt Jimin take him in, the pressure gave him a feeling so intense and pleasurable he had to stop and take a few deep breaths so he wouldn’t come yet. He began a gentle movement, trying to enjoy the feeling without building to a faster pace but it was hard to stay slow. Jimin began to moan slightly underneath him and Namjoon couldn’t help but let out a groan as a particular thrust seemed to strike something inside of Jimin and he tensed underneath him, tightening the pressure on this cock. ‘Oh god Jimin’, Namjoon moaned, unable to hold back any longer. He felt like he had no control, his hips pistoning faster and harder, his pleasure growing as he heard Jimin growing louder and starting to move beneath him, the sound of their skin slapping together now loud in the room.
‘Joon!’, Jimin cried out, ‘what are you doing?’
‘Argh, Jimin you feel so fucking good’, Namjoon moaned as he continued ploughing into him, ‘can’t believe I get to do this at last’.
He felt Jimin pushing up against him, making him feel even better, and barely heard Jimin say, ‘no hyung, stop’, his voice quiet and confused. ‘This is what you wanted isn’t it Jimin, always teasing me, touching me, coming in here with no underwear and those fucking slutty shorts’, Namjoon felt like he was possessed, his only thought was to reach his end, his orgasm growing nearer, the feeling almost within reach.
‘Hyung no!’ Jimin said more loudly now, his voice coming out breathy and panicked, ‘stop it’.
‘Almost there baby, you’ve been so good to me’, Namjoon said, the words almost seemed to come from someone else, all he knew is that he was physically unable to pull out now. He was so close, Jimin felt amazing, it was everything he’d wanted and denied himself. Jimin struggled and tried to roll away to the side so acting on instinct Namjoon moved a hand to the back of Jimin’s neck to hold him down and keep him in place and muffle his cries. Jimin’s legs kicked uselessly below him and the added movements just made it all feel more intense. ‘You wanted this Jimin, you even prepped for me, got your little hole all ready to take me’, Namjoon babbled, hardly aware of his words, ‘I wonder how many of the others you let have you, am I the first or have they all had a taste of this ass?’ Namjoon could imagine Jimin bending over for his friend group, letting them all do whatever they wanted to him. ‘I saw your message, I know you wanted me to fuck you, you don’t have to play coy.’ Jimin tried to say something and flung his arms back hoping to hit at Namjoon, so he changed his angle and sped up even more, he released the grip on Jimin’s neck to quickly hold his wrists down instead, now pressed over Jimin, his lips on the back of Jimin’s neck as he continued to fuck into him with force. ‘Oh shit, oh shit, I’m gonna come’, Namjoon gasped and Jimin tried one last struggle to no avail as Namjoon felt an explosion of joy and heat and pleasure, rolling his hips as he filled Jimin with his come. He took a few shaky breaths and let his heart rate start to fall, slowly pulling out and moving off Jimin. He lay beside Jimin and reached out with a hand to stroke his cheek, surprised when Jimin flinched, tears running down his face. ‘Baby, what’s wrong?’ Namjoon asked, confused, the alcohol still slowing down his thoughts.
‘I didn’t want it J-Joonie’, Jimin said, ‘I said stop, I said no’, he sobbed.
‘No, that’s not right’, Namjoon said, trying to stay calm, ‘I saw the message, it said you wanted to get laid, you were ready to take me, you dressed all slutty’. Namjoon felt himself becoming annoyed at Jimin’s sudden innocent act, like he hadn’t asked for this, like he hadn’t moaned for it, ‘you wanted me to fuck you so I did, don’t go acting like a little virgin’.
‘Why are you saying those things? I thought you were my friend’.
‘Everyone knows you sleep around Jimin, it’s just sex, stop overreacting’.
Jimin had managed to pull his shorts up and slowly stumbled off the bed, leaving the room without a backwards glance. Namjoon heard Jimin sob and his bedroom door slam closed. He knew things would be okay in the morning, maybe he’d even get round two. He wasn’t sure why Jimin was making such a big deal about this. He pictured going at it again, maybe Jimin would suck him off, as he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.