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randomchick29 · 6 years

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50 Facts About Me (THANK YOU FOR 50 FOLLOWS!)

So... as promised in this post, I’m doing 50 facts about me because 50?! people followed me and my crazy masa obsessed cat mom ass. Thanks for enjoying my messed up commentary/rambles! Great, now I’m starting to sound like a youtuber that just wants money lmao sorry. Enough mushy stuff, and onto ze list!

Possible trigger warning: I’ll try to keep this as positive as I can, but there may be some things that can trigger some people (including but not limited to mental health, abuse/bullying, eating disorders etc.) If you are not comfortable with those topics, don’t read this.

1. My real name is Robin (middle name starts with Y and my last name starts with G)

2. I live in AZ

3. I LOVE FOOD. Part of the reason why I love masa and luka tbh... But seriously, food is great.

4. My fav foods are crab, ham, and burgers. See why I can’t become vegetarian 😂

5. I HATE onions with a passion.

6. My fav animals are owls, cats, hedgehogs, snakes, and whale sharks.

7. I have two dogs and used to have a cat (extremely long story short: My cat is in the “care” of an abusive psycho that isn’t allowed near me so I can’t see her ever again :/ but my sisters can) I still love Lucky (my cat) to death. She’s a sweet kitty (most of the time) and I miss her so much ❤️

8. My dogs are named Tucker and Bella. They’re both miniature schnauzers and they’re crazy. Tucker is a sweetheart, but he DOESNT. STOP. BARKING. He has a bit of a jealousy issue. When Bella gets attention, he starts barking and/or pushes her away from the human 😂 He hates when his people hug. He will jump on them and bark and growl. He also has stuffed animals that he LOVES. He uses them as pillows and carries them around. Bella is a lazy piggy ass. All she does is sleep and eat (like me haha). Half the time she’s too lazy to get up and go outside, and only responds when there’s food (once again, just like me 😅) They absolutely love each other though. Tucker licks her and grooms her and Bella follows him around and it’s just the cutest thing.

9. My lucky number is 9 because my birthday is 9/29 and my adoption day is 9/9 (see what I did there hehe get it? fact 9 is about my lucky number 9? no? okay...)

10. I’m adopted from an orphanage in (Eastern?) China

11. I have 2 sisters. They’re both in college but everyone who sees us on the street thinks I’m the oldest because I’m taller and curvier. One is 21 (but everyone thinks she’s like 16) and the other is 19 (people think she’s like 10 😂) No, none of us are blood related.

12. I’m 5’ nothing...

13. I’ve always been heavy for my height and age. I was and still am judged because of how much I eat and weigh. Because of this, I had an eating disorder in 4th grade and have always hated myself and envied my sisters for their tiny asian bodies.

14. I used to do tennis, dance, and swimming. I haven’t done any sports since then.

15. I can play 3 instruments, and tried many others. I played piano for 10 years, violin for 2, and French horn for 6 months.

16. I am EXTREMELY double jointed in my fingers

17. I have a fused tooth

18. My fingers bend back at the first knuckle way farther than most people’s

19. My hair is REALLY long and grows really fast. It goes to around my hip/tailbone area as of now.

20. My shoe size is a 7

21. My fav colors are red and green

22. My first fictional crush was Link. I was 8 at the time. We’re still going strong 7 years later.

23. Only a few months ago did someone top (wink wonk) Link: MASAAAA

24. My first otome was Shall We Date? Love Tangle after I saw an ad for it on trivia crack. My first route was Ryan. My fav is Nolan.

25. I still love MM, but I don’t have the time OR space on my phone to play (SORRY ZENNY)

26. I got in huge trouble when I was 10 coz I made a bunch of accounts that my mom didn’t approve of. I made an email, twitter, pottermore, quizilla (I miss that site smh), etc. And I did it MULTIPLE times. After she took the computer from me, she found out my DS had internet too. I didn’t have my DS for a long time. She would give it back after a while, and ID GO ONTO THE INTERNET AND YOUTUBE EVERY. DAMN. TIME. I got my DS back on Christmas in 7th grade coz I got games for it and she trusted me enough (and I had a phone by then so yay trust...?)

27. ...the twitter accounts still exist... I’ve looked back at them and I wanna kms holy crap it was bad. Lesson: 10 year olds shouldn’t be on twitter.

28. I love Harry Potter and The Inheritance Cycle (Eragon series). My fav HP book is Order of the Phoenix, and my fav IC book is Eldest.

29. My fav Zelda is a tie between Skyward Sword and Wind Waker

30. My fav Pokémon are Garchomp, Shaymin, and Breloom

31. We used to have so many games and systems. We had like 100-200 games, 2 gamecubes, 3 GBA’s, 4 DS’, 2 wii’s, and prob more 😂 We got only $150 from gamestop.

32. My fav youtubers are Chuggaaconroy, Rachel & Jun, and Glam & Gore.

33. I learned about sex through fanfiction (specifically, The Lemon of Zelda (pretty sure it’s been deleted tho coz I can’t find it))😂 I never got The Talk.

34. I may have looked at yaoi at school before...

35. I’m pansexual

36. Biggest turnoffs are arrogance, possessiveness, and bad hygiene.

37. Biggest turn ons are good chesticles and sense of humor.

38. I’ve had ONE bf and I dumped him after a day coz he wouldn’t stop calling me and I was scared of my mom. The thing is, we both liked each other for a LONG time and to my friend I was like “Yo ask who he likes” coz he was acting all sus and SHE TOLD HIM I TOLD HER TO ASK HIM and he’s like YA I LIKE ROBIN and I’m like WTF IS WRONG W YOU to my friend. Then he told me in class and it was really cute and I accepted. Then broke up w him OVER TEXT not even 24 hours later 😂 Dumb 7th grade ass

39. I’ve always been bullied because of how awkward and weird and annoying I am

40. My fav anime is Ouran

41. The only thing keeping me alive in freshman year (this past school year) was otome. Specifically Masa. My mind: What would Masa do without his kitten? Who would he chase through Azuchi? Who would be the pretty pillow/futon when he’s drunk? Damn, I love this man agh

42. I can reach my back much better than most people. I don’t need a back scratcher because I can reach my whole back.

43. I’m obsessed with makeup and nails, and used to love music, reading, and art.

44. My real baes are Huang Jing Xiang (fellow Chinese SPOTTED!) and Kato Kazuki

45. I sweat A LOT. I have to have a STRONG fan coz ac isn’t enough to keep me from sweating too much. And I live in AZ, so it’s even worse...

46. I still sleep with my baby blanket. I put it over my pillow coz it’s so soft (and I don’t have any other blankets)

47. My fav movie is Heathers (WELL FUCK ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW)

48. I have HORRIBLE eyesight but I don’t like wearing my glasses coz the arms give me a headache and I don’t like them period

49. I love bad puns too much (I would make one here, but I don’t wanna be PUNished) 😂

50. I’ve gotten caught drawing... and writing... some NSFW things at bad times...

AAAAND DAS IT! Sorry it was more negative than I thought it would be, but I’m a really boring person with a boring life filled with drama and... That makes no sense does it. A boring life doesn’t have drama... I’m dumb. Should’ve stopped at DASSIT. Ok, I’m actually stopping lmao baiii 😊

#robin rambles #thanks for 50 followers #50 facts about me #trigger warning #ikesen #ikerev #date masamune #ray blackwell

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taeguboi · 7 years

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Alone, Together [Minie Monster Smut]

It’s quite rare for Namjoon and Jimin to spend time without the other lads, and for one, there is no apparent reason for this other than pure coincidence, whereas for the other, there is definitely a reason why he can’t be left alone with the man that somehow makes him weak at the knees.

As always, masterlist is here, and notes at the bottom

A relaxed vibe in the bar tonight, Namjoon and his friend sit watching the entertainment on offer, chilling out to the laid back acoustic music. It wasn’t rare for college gigs to be like this, full of acoustic duos and only about 2 or 3 of Namjoon’s friendship group turning up with nothing better to do, knowing that the others probably aren’t absent because of “assignment work” and “family matters”, or whatever other excuse comes off the top of their heads, but something a little more carnal… and Namjoon, one of the most intelligent people in the college, the city even, can realistically predict what or where the others are up to and at.

Seokjin had cancelled on them last minute, claiming to be feeling under the weather, Yoongi and Hoseok apparently had too much work on their hands, and Taehyung and Jungkook had each said something or other about personal matters… Namjoon had his theories about each of them, fully well knowing that it wasn’t exactly the most appealing invitation to just sit and watch people play guitars while people absent minded chuck money in a bucket to donate to some charity they've never even heard of, but he feels it's his place as student rep to attend these things and support… though surely it should be his mates’ place to take sorrow upon him and join him?

...Ah, can he blame them though?

For Hoseok, every day is an adventure, and he’s always doing some crazy [...stupid,] shit… How many late night calls has Namjoon had just this month --

“Namjoon-ah! Come be an asylum seeker with me?”

“How many times Hoseok-ah? This country is a fine place to live in…”

“No, no! The abandoned asylum! Let’s break in tonight!”

Or how about --

“I’m at the park… You said you were struggling for creative inspiration…”

“Hoseok, I’m not trying LSD with you, for the last time!”

To be honest, he’d started turning down his friend’s offers of “a once in a lifetime opportunity” often enough now that Hoseok was probably just asking any Tom, Dick and Harry from college to tag along… What are the chances right now that he’s baked at some art museum or something right now? Yeah, some college gig really isn’t part of Hoseok’s aesthetic...

Yoongi claimed yesterday that he needed to look after a sick friend, but even with the call to cancel from Yoongi’s housemate, Seokjin, Namjoon isn't convinced one bit, especially after that one time that only Yoongi picked up the phone when Namjoon was bedridden with the flu, and… It was kinda obvious that Yoongi wished he hadn't answered that call - “Ah, fine; the things I do for you guys…” he grumbled… Yeah, his bedside manner leaves something to be desired to be completely honest

“Yuck! Yoongi - ah! What is in this…. Did you put vinegar in porridge?!?”

“Eh, I thought it'd clear your airways; you sound gross.”

‘Good luck to whoever ends up with him as a husband…’ thinks Namjoon.

He’s probably at the bar -- a different bar… Donating to the fund that is to destroy his liver...

It’s a shame not everyone can afford such luxury… From what he vaguely knows about his youngest friend, Jeongguk is a little strapped for cash, and a full time job alongside college is basically illegal, probably impossible… Okay, perhaps his is the only legitimate absence collectively between the guys…

‘Legitimate absence?... Damn, maybe I've been getting into my role little too much…’

And why should Seokjin also have to miss out on an extra shift to earn money at a place with substantially better music always playing in the background, (*ahem* ... No offence to the students here… But oh my goodness! Have you ever practiced to a frickin’ metronome?!!) and there just so happens to be this one cute boy there that strangely has suddenly started to show up everyday, and that totally isn't 99.9% likely to be related to Taehyung’s personal matters…

But it would have been nice if they hadn't have left him to be alone with them one person that makes Namjoon feel weak.

Jimin always looked so magnificent and graceful with the way he swept back his hair with his perfect hands, his stance when he would just stand and chill outside the door with one hand in his jean pocket and another comfortable sitting around a cigarette, and man, they way he blows the smoke out of his plump cherry lips is so sensual… He tries hard not to think too often about getting Jimin out of that leather jacket and discovering the body underneath...

Resting his legs upon the empty stool in front of him, Namjoon slants back on the couch in attempt to remain relaxed. His legs have been shaking for the best part of a couple of minutes now with nerves, bouncing up and down on the ball of his foot, much faster than the speed of the music that is merely background music being drowned out by his thoughts.

Feeling his legs still trembling a little, he transfers this involuntary energy into tapping his foot to the vague beat as someone takes a place on the stool next to his feet, still moving his feet to the beat and not really registering the presence of the stranger.

The boys give the performers a round of applause as they finish their song, announcing the next to be their last. This number is more of an upbeat nature and in attempt to distract himself from his thoughts, Namjoon enthusiastically gets himself immersed in the performance, undivided attention on the stage, still moving to the beat with his head nodding and feet tapping, and possibly getting too carried away as his foot almost hits into the back of a stranger… key word: almost.

Jimin notices the situation and forces Namjoon’s long legs back away from hitting the person in front of him by taking a grasp of his tense thigh and drawing him away. He somehow manages to do it firmly, yet tenderly at the same time, causing Namjoon to abruptly freeze.

“Sorry” Jimin whispers over to the stranger who may have been brushed by the soles of Namjoon’s converse a couple of times. Namjoon tries to follow suit and also apologise as he takes his feet off the stool, but the word just won’t make a sound from his hitched breath.

‘Sorry to them? What about me?! If that boy knew the things he did to me… Agh!’ Namjoon freaks out internally.

As if it wasn’t enough for Namjoon to feel mental every time Jimin was simply around him, feeling Jimin’s touch was more than enough to make him forget everything he knows, including how to act calm! Must Jimin really have had to grab him by the goddamn thigh?!? Okay, perhaps there weren’t many other options to make him budge, but still…

‘What a mess…’

“Are you okay man?” Jimin asks, clearly having noticed the sudden change in Namjoon’s once laid-back, relaxed aura, the latter’s cheeks having flared up a hot pink colour.

“Uh, yeah, I’m good, I just… need to go to the toilet” Namjoon lies.

“Hey, I’ll come with you” Jimin unexpectedly responds, brushing his beautiful ebony hair through his hand.

Not knowing how else to react to this, Namjoon simply utters “Uh, okay then.”

Hesitantly, Namjoon leaves his seat, leading Jimin to the stalls, sliding past the small crowds of people that have gathered together to have a bit of a piss up, and, not being one to cause drama or get involved with other people, he is careful not to bump into anyone, which is why he feels a big shock upon feeling a tap on his shoulder just as he reaches the men’s door.

He turns back to see the face of the person who wants his attention, and it is no other than Jimin.

“You feeling dizzy man?”

“I guess, a little” Namjoon lies again, just going along with any old excuse, unable to think for himself anymore.

“I think you’d be better off getting some fresh air. Come outside with me round back whilst I have a fag instead.” Jimin instructs, taking a grip of Namjoon’s arm and showing him the way out of the back entrance onto the patio.

Again, there’s just something about Jimin that makes Namjoon weak at the knees, so this time, there’s no need to lie or feign anything as he wobbles slightly in his steps, in the need of something to stand up against to stay upright.

It’s as if Jimin has read his mind about needing balance as the boys reach outside and Jimin guides Namjoon to a more secluded area and pushes the unsettled elder against the wall of the pub building, palm flat against the wall near the level of Namjoon’s light head. This is indeed is quite overwhelming for Namjoon who was already feeling very uneasy in the first place without this closeness...

“I’m fucking glad Jin bailed on us last minute… Now you’re not feeling an ill kind of dizzy are you?” queries Jimin with his gorgeous loose lips that hold a tiny smirk up close and personal for Namjoon to admire. The way Jimin gazes into Namjoon’s eyes with his own hooded causes Namjoon to tremble slightly, scanning his mind for a way to reply.

“I… Yes…. Maybe….” he stutters, eventually giving in and concluding with a whimpered “No.”

Jimin impossibly moves in closer so that Namjoon can feel his breath bringing heat to his cold face and take in the alluring scent of whiskey, tobacco, and… what is that cologne?... “I didn’t even think it possible but you’re even cuter when flustered Joonie...”

Shakily, Namjoon gives a delayed response. “Actually, maybe I’m a little dizzy,” he admits, mustering the courage to let out a small smirk.

“Too many pints perhaps?”

“No, I… I’m used to the amount I’ve had so far…”

“You seem on edge Joon-ah, since you almost hit that stranger… Could my thoughts be correct…?”

“Thoughts?”

“Since you insist, I’ll tell you what’s on my mind.” Jimin skips bluntly, leaving a pause. “You. Me. Let’s get outta this place, yeah?”

Usually, Namjoon would never leave these type of events for this long before they’re supposed to end, as student rep, but somehow he found himself agreeing to Jimin’s proposal and here they are, in the middle of a tower parking lot, in the back of Jimin’s car.

Electricity fills Namjoon as Jimin’s lips touch his, starting with a simple smooch, then leading into a string of passionate kisses with Namjoon gripping onto Jimin’s shirt desperately with each and every one. He wants every fiber of Jimin’s being, the feeling only heightened by being firmly drawn in closer. There is urgency, yet there is tenderness, and consumed in the passion, Namjoon never wants this to end, yet he wants to take it beyond this moment and explore Jimin entirely.

Arms wrapped around Jimin’s slender neck, and Jimin’s arms around Namjoon’s waist, they are equally intertwined with each other, attacking each other’s mouths intensely, now fully engrossed in making out, with Jimin being the first to pull away slightly. With his chest heaving up and down and hot breath escaping his plump sore lips, Jimin could say absolutely anything at all to Namjoon right now and the latter would respond positively.

“And to think you were feeling nervous around me back there…”

“I know, crazy, right?” Namjoon asks, tilting his head to the side and allowing Jimin’s lips to travel up his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

“Can I ask why?” Jimin asks, only taking that moment to remove himself from Namjoon’s neck before continuing to plant kisses.

“I dunno…I guess I didn’t think you’d go for someone like me, even as a one time thing.”

It’s a reasonable conclusion to come to really. Namjoon has always donned this reserved, hard-working personality and was always seen as quite a nerd throughout school and the same applies a little now at college, whereas Jimin was so laid-back and casual, most people fancied him as quite a cool guy in his vintage leather and heavy boots.

“Oh Joon… you were so wrong…” Jimin guarantees, allowing his hand to roam from Namjoon’s waist to cup his cheeks instead. “Granted, we’re not exactly what people would see as each other’s type, but… I’ve been craving this for quite some time now.”

“Quite some time?”

“Awh Joon, you do ask many questions… Since this time when I just happened to take a glance at you reading a book or something or other that you find fun, and I guess you just looked kinda sweet with your glasses almost dropping off the end of your little nose…” Jimin informs, now ridding himself of his leather jacket, tossing it into the passenger seat, “...and it brought to my attention that although on the surface, we’re basically polar opposites, under the sheets, you’re my ideal type…”

“Ideal type?” is all Namjoon can muster as he takes in the appearance of Jimin without his jacket. No one has ever looked so good in just a plain black crew neck.

“Seriously, so cute... “ Jimin quietly notes out loud to himself before continuing. “I may or may not have a thing for sweet boys that mind their own business… Maybe it’s because I’m not as academically intelligent as you or something, but it sparks this need within me to teach you a thing or two…” he lingers, stroking Namjoon’s tender cheeks with his calloused thumbs. “So engrossed in learning about the academic things Namjoon to fuel your mind, I bet you’ve barely taken time out to discover what your body wants…”

“You talk too much” Namjoon bluntly responds before luring Jimin back in by the nape of his neck for another set of lustrous kisses.

It’s the college years, so of course Namjoon has had his fair share of notches on the bed post, but he doesn’t want to give that fact away to Jimin who apparently wants to take good care of him. If the two boys are of contrasting personalities and Jimin’s kink is to be in control, then it won’t take much thought to figure out Namjoon’s here.

Still engaging in a hot make-out, Jimin’s fingers begin to fiddle with the upper buttons of Namjoon’s shirt, causing Namjoon to tremble with anticipation and he kicks his shoes off, shivering once more upon the first button coming undone. Letting out a small groan of readiness into Jimin’s mouth, Namjoon stipulates that Jimin continue to undress him out of his shirt. Namjoon’s hands begin to explore beyond Jimin’s shoulders now, trailing down along the firm bare arms of the young stud. Jimin’s skin is satisfying to touch; it proves that this feeling is actually real and not just another dream created subconsciously.

As Namjoon’s hands reach the bottom of Jimin’s shirt, he takes a grip with each hand and gives a subtle yet eager tug to specify his want to see more, to which Jimin leans back to tug at the neck of his shirt. He slides the item of clothing off effortlessly, yanking it over his head, tossing it aside into a puddle of material, and revealing a very attractive sight. His melanin skin tone radiates even in the dull lighting offered by the vehicle, and although not exactly toned, there is evidence of previous efforts of working out, giving him a borderline muscular build.

Jimin leans back in, guiding Namjoon down and backward until he is hovering on top of him, and plants a kiss on his forehead before travelling down Namjoon’s body and halting at his waistband. Fiddling with the button on Namjoon’s jeans, Jimin glances up at him lustrously, biting the corner of his supple lip. “I’m going to look after you” he breathes out heavily, now successfully undoing the pesky button. He takes the zipper between his teeth and drags it down, creating a sensual image for Namjoon’s heavy eyes.

He wraps his fingers around the waistband of Namjoon’s boxers and releases the throbbing bulge that laid underneath. With already swollen lips from the intense make-out, Jimin plants gentle kisses, working his way up to the tip which he swirls his tongue around, spreading the drop of precum that escapes Namjoon’s eager member… and damn, even just this drives Namjoon crazy

Another moment of eye contact as Jimin fondly looks up at Namjoon makes the latter even more ready to be taken into the former’s mouth. Namjoon could swear Jimin’s lips look good doing absolutely anything; biting into food, taking a sip from a straw, blowing smoke out of his mouth… blowing Namjoon’s mind as he sinks downwards, causing Namjoon to gasp inwardly.

Hollowing his cheeks, Jimin manages to take Namjoon in whole, having trained his gag reflex with experience along the years. Whilst Namjoon has this massive urge to relentlessly throat fuck Jimin as the boy bobs his head up and down, starting slowly and sensually, gradually picking up the pace, he simultaneously wants to behave for Jimin, so he refrains himself from jutting his hips forward.

“Ah, Jimin-ah” he whimpers as Jimin brings his head up to dip his tongue into Namjoon’s pink slit, and in desperation, Namjoon builds up the courage to utter half a sentence “I need you…”

“Need me where?” Jimin smirks, releasing his darkened lips, wet with saliva. “Am I not already… here?” he quizzes, teasing Namjoon with the opening of his mouth before moving away again. “Am I not already giving you the fulfilment you need with your thirsty cock in my mouth?” Of course, Jimin knows all too well what Namjoon needs; he likes to think himself rather skilled at giving to the point that the guy goes nuts and becomes hungry for more -- but he’s going to play dumb to drive Namjoon round the bend with lust and need. “I can’t read your mind Joonie…”

“I need you inside me…”

“Ooh, demanding…” Jimin pants with a smile, lifting himself up to access more of Namjoon. He places both palms on either of Namjoon’s knees and pushes his legs up so that he can lift his jeans down his thighs, revealing his needy puckering hole. “One second baby” Jimin states, leaning through the front seats and opening the glove compartment. To his relief, amongst the rubble of items is a couple of packets and a bottle.

Returning his attention to a needful Namjoon, Jimin lets out a small breath of amusement when Namjoon questions “You keep those in your car?”

“It’s always good to be prepared” Jimin simply answers, having done this type of thing several times now in his car before and not being able to take it all the way. Registering the friction of his own jeans against his aching erection, he continues, opening the bottle “Now Joon-ah, be a good boy for me and try not to make too much noise whilst I open you up, yeah?”

“Of course, Jimin…” Namjoon barely finishes before hissing at the feeling of Jimin’s wet finger begin to circle his rim.

Jimin internally urges that Namjoon make as little noise as possible since his whimpers are already so indulgent to him, getting great satisfaction from pleasing Namjoon as it is -- and wouldn’t it be embarrassing to mess himself from just the friction of his jeans and a couple of moans before they’ve even properly begun?

“So beautiful” Jimin mentions as he observes the expression on Namjoon’s face, inserting the first finger, eliciting the most attractive sigh Jimin has ever heard in his life, and as he slowly pumps his finger in and out, he has to use the other hand to release himself, the restrictions of his jeans becoming too much that he is aching now. He busts open the top button and urgently shuffles down his jeans, managing to rid his crotch area of them after several tugs.

Noticing that his finger slides in and out with more ease now, Jimin prepares a 2nd finger, coating it for smoother access. Namjoon shudders at the stretch that comes with the addition as the cold temperature of the liquid coats his heated walls. That combined with Jimin rising his head up to maintain sensual eye contact, it is proving difficult for Namjoon to follow Jimin’s instruction to keep quiet as pleasure strikes his whole body, so he reaches out to Jimin’s silky hair as a distraction, fiddling with a couple of strands, then running his fingers through his scalp.

Jimin’s hand traces over Namjoon’s and Jimin laces his fingers from the back of Namjoon’s hand to intertwine with each other, guiding Namjoon’s hand to the clothing that still pools around his lower legs. “Take these off” he demands, pulling out once more to prepare another finger.

Desperately, Namjoon rids himself of all clothing as he slides off his jeans, followed by his boxers and awkwardly rests with his legs down to which Jimin eagerly pushes his legs back again, this time with the side of one forearm “Come on sweet, just one more…”

“Sweet?”

“I told you, you’re cute; just let it be” Jimin asserts now pushing in 3 slicked fingers which drives Namjoon wild. He could handle being quieter than usual with the first 2, but now that he is being filled more completely, he just can’t hold back the string of moans that are demanding to escape him

Namjoon’s voice isn’t the only one that sonorously hums through the car but Jimin’s too as he grunts breathily, continuing to try and maintain focus on pleasuring Namjoon, his entire body filling up with anticipation, arousal, excitement, and various other feelings of a similar description.

Hitting Namjoon’s senses in all the right places, Jimin causes an electrifying feeling to rouse in the pit of Namjoon’s stomach, eliciting a variety of beautiful sounds from deep groans to whining sobs on the other end of the pitch spectrum. Of course, Jimin is sure to send Namjoon just almost over the edge before pulling out, with Namjoon whimpering at the empty feeling.

“Awh, Joon-ah, you couldn’t keep your promise… All those sounds you made for me, driving me crazy before I’ve even properly joined in on the fun…” the younger begins, finally unwrapping the packet for himself. “I’ll tell you what…” he continues, sliding the condom onto his now extremely thirsty dick, eager to just rock Namjoon’s world beyond the foreplay. “Since I’ve been waiting for this to happen for quite a while now, I’ll get you to count to 3 yeah? I think that will be punishment enough for my… my baby boy…”

“Oh God, I really am your baby boy, aren't I?” Namjoon questions with a breathy laugh and one arm thrown across his forehead, half embarrassed with the flustered tone in his voice, but half without shame either as his butt tenses in anticipation for what is about to come.

Jimin swings his arm back to build momentum before striking Namjoon’s sensitive cheek for the first time.

“One.”

And again.

“Two.”

Last time.

“Three.”

Speechless, Namjoon makes an effort to think what to say or do next, unable to focus on much other than the simultaneous pain and pleasure, but not before the surprise of another strike to his already sore ass.

“Jimin! You said three!”

“I can’t help myself… I just adored the way you flinched a little every time…” the younger admits, then suddenly pushing himself straight in, eliciting a mixture of bliss, surprise and adrenaline for the elder, who murmurs staggeredly at the unexpected feeling. Resting for a moment to allow Namjoon to adjust to his size, Jimin stops to admire the reaction he has just caused “I knew it; you have a beautiful moan Joon…” Jimin tells him, gently caressing Namjoon’s hair. “I can’t wait to see you completely undone…”

With that, Jimin draws himself back out slowly only to ease in again, intending to build up to a faster pace eventually... But Namjoon is impatient now that they have gotten this far --

“Please Jimin, I need you…”

“I don’t want to hurt…”

“I can take it!” Namjoon protests, attempting to push himself forward onto Jimin.

“But baby…” Jimin counters, pulling himself backwards slightly to torture Namjoon and his needy movements. “You were whining with just my fingers…”

“That’s because I was enjoying it so much…” Namjoon admits… well, announces. “Ah, you touch me so well Jimin…” he cries, throwing his head back, desperate for Jimin to continue.

“Bet you wish you had overcome your nerves sooner, huh?” the younger questions, still holding back from continuing, knowing that even just a few seconds of pausing is driving Namjoon crazy, and the former himself can just about handle that, given that he needs this just as much as the latter.

“Fuck yes” Namjoon answers without shame and not a hint of shyness this time.

“Me too” replies the ebony haired boy, who, to Namjoon’s delight, pushes himself back in at a less teasing pace, moving his hips just right to create more beautiful sounds from his elder.

As Jimin continues to progress with skill, Namjoon’s moans pour out uncontrollably one by one as the arousal continues to churn in his stomach and all other sight is lost as his watches the man above him. Jimin’s pants and groans derive from Namjoon’s voice, the sounds being the most stimulating thing he’s ever heard in his life… and let’s be honest here; Jimin has had a lot of people under the sheets…

“Oh my God, Namjoon-ah… You sound so fucking sweet and delicious that I could just…” Then a thought occurs to Jimin, and he really doesn’t know why he does things like this to himself when he could just continue right now and chase his high which is most definitely near approaching. “I really want to eat some ass right now” he states out loud before even giving himself the time to think before speaking.

“Jimin… you are pure fucking sin… and I love it” Namjoon grunts as Jimin slows down before pulling out and backing away to make room for himself. Of course, being his usual confident, almost arrogant, self, Jimin must assert that “I’m going to make you cum so hard just with my mouth.”

“Oh, damn…” Namjoon breathily exclaims, with complete faith that Jimin is most definitely going to live up to his word. This is followed by a string of curses the minute Jimin begins to get to work. “Oh, shit! Shit! F-f-fuck! Jimin!”

Neither of the boys seem to care about volume right now, considering their location, and even if they were focusing on that, there’s just no way that Namjoon can control himself at anything Jimin is doing to him right now because he has never felt to be in such ecstasy before in his entire lifetime… He thought he would have to wait a few more years before feeling this way, maybe in a hotel room with the love of his life and all candles and roses… Who would have thought that he’d be getting his ass eaten out like a mouth-watering dessert in the back of a car by his hot friend?

Jimin is revelling in Namjoon’s sounds still, causing him to hum blissfully against Namjoon’s rim, enhancing an already pretty fucking good sensation. Still, Namjoon finds his shaking hand reaching for his cock, desperate for a release, but again, he finds a hand hovering above his own and pushing it away.

“Let me see to that, yeah?” Jimin asserts, taking control on the hold of Namjoon’s throbbing erection, sensually pumping up and down as he continues to eat out Namjoon, making the elder tremble rapturously.

Unsure of where to put his hands, Namjoon finds himself gripping at his own hair, more firmly with each time Jimin changes things up, first with faster pumps to his cock, then with more vigorous movements of the tongue, until finally, the loudest, most relieved moan streams from the back of Namjoon’s throat as he literally comes undone, his hot seed hitting his bare chest.

Removing himself from Namjoon’s ass, Jimin continues to pleasure Namjoon with his hand, making sure that his high is completely fulfilled.

“Namjoon-ah… I’m a little disappointed; you didn’t moan my name…”

“I fucking lost my mind” Namjoon boldly admits before sitting up to admire the face of his rapture. “Now then… What can I do for you…?...” Namjoon coos, slanting in closer to Jimin.

“Ooh, someone’s definitely more relaxed after they’ve been given a good eating out…”

“Damn right, I am…” Namjoon pants, peeling the condom away and occupying Jimin’s neglected arousal, beginning to pump up and down like there would be no tomorrow.

“Baby, that’s not going to be enough…”

“I was just starting…” Namjoon counters, leaning down to give kitten licks to the tip of Jimin’s dick, eliciting a surprisingly loud groan.

“Ah, suck me off” Jimin bluntly instructs with a hiss, unable to hold back anymore.

Obediently, Namjoon licks a firm stripe across one of the prominent veins, leaving a little tingle down Jimin’s spine. He ceases to tease too much however, getting straight down to business afterwards, bobbing his head up and down as Jimin grips onto Namjoon’s ruffled hair, still sticking out in places from when the elder himself had been tugging at it.

“Fuck yes, Namjoon-ah… Such a good boy for me… I can tell you’ve done this a lot before… Ah!” Jimin screeches, almost diminishing the dominant manly role he had previously been fulfilling. “My God, Namjoon-ah…” Jimin pants, feeling increasingly dizzy at the sensation of Namjoon’s mouth wrapped around him. “Are you a cock-slut Namjoon-ah? You’re fucking ace at this, I feel like you are one…”

“Mm-hmm…” Namjoon hums in agreement, wanting to tell Jimin how many times he has dreamt of this, but not wanting to discontinue in making Jimin moan… so beautifully.

If Jimin’s sounds during were the most pleasant tune to Namjoon’s ears, the noise he makes next is like a chart hit, grunting extremely deeply as Namjoon fastens the pace, causing Jimin to orgasm so hard as his juices spill to the back of Namjoon’s hard-worked throat.

“Joon! Fuck me!” Jimin exclaims, jutting his hips to enhance his high.

Once convinced he has sucked Jimin dry, Namjoon lifts himself up and blankly stares at Jimin at a loss for words and without any idea what to do next.

“Will you make a promise to me Namjoon…?...” Jimin enquires, reaching over to the passenger seat for some of his clothes.

“Um… it depends…” Namjoon shyly replies, looking down at the car seat.

“Okay, for a starters, look at me…” Jimin demands, lifting Namjoon’s chin with an index finger. Gazing into the shy boy’s hazy eyes, Jimin continues “Look, I’m not quite sure how my presence has been having the effect it seems to be having on you, but… Well, we’ve shared a pretty intimate experience, so… Promise not to get nervous around me anymore… Please?”

Namjoon’s heart slightly sinks at these words as Jimin puts his boxers back on; all this time, Namjoon had been so wrapped up in his own worries about his feelings that he neglected to consider how his actions might have impacted Jimin…

“Well, I have just had your dick in mouth…” Namjoon jests, grabbing his shirt off the back of the seat. “So… Yeah, I can try…” he utters, leaving a slightly awkward silence as buttons up his shirt. “But can you blame me though? You’re kind of a model…”

“Yeah, for out of catalogue store sporting £3 shirts, maybe…” Jimin counters, throwing his black crew neck over his head.

“Oh shut up, you! I’m not having any of that…” affirms Namjoon, attempting to pull his boxers back up over his thighs in the limited space the car has to offer. “Wait, was it really that obvious how nervous I got?”

“It seemed like you were always avoiding me, and for a while, I thought I’d done something wrong…” Jimin tells him, admiring the last sight of Namjoon’s tanned thighs as he watches him pull his jeans back on.

“What changed your mind?” questions Namjoon, fastening the article of clothing.

“This evening… I may not know much, but… I know a flustered look when I see one Joon…” Jimin states, shuffling to put his own jeans back on.

“Fortunately, I made a move that became a happy accident… Like when those scientists in Tennessee last year accidentally created carbon dioxide into ethanol, expecting for it to turn into methane… I got the fuel I needed to…”

“Since when did you know modern science Jimin?”

“I don’t know, I guess I wanted to impress you…” the younger admits.

“You don’t think you’ve already done that?...” questions Namjoon, leaning back into Jimin, taking a grasp of his heated palms, glancing appreciatively.

“I meant intellectually, Joon-ah…” Jimin begins, now being the one to look down and away. “I don’t quite match up to your standards…”

“Please don’t tell me you’re about to say that’s why you thought I hated you…” interrupts Namjoon.

“Well… Yeah…” Jimin hesitantly responds, finding himself needing to look back up at the boy in front of him. “But honestly, nevermind about that; I want to experience more of the Namjoon that becomes more relaxed around me and acts upon his feelings…”

“Are suggesting what I think you are…” Namjoon smiles, knowing that the choice of word he should rather be looking for is want rather than think…

“Damn right, we’re going back to mine for a second round; I’m going to look after you a whole lot more often Namjoon… and maybe next time, I can get you to moan my name.”

Ayy I’m back with a one shot, the ship as requested by @namkwan ... Sorry this took so long, but college work!

Minnie Monster smut, but let’s just say Jimin isn’t so mini here… top!Jimin taking most of the control [sorry if the dominant thing isn’t as prominent as you might have liked it to be]. Not much of a plot leading up to the smut either to be honest but I have left it open to be able to be linked with some other stuff I’m working on, so I guess this might be a one-shot to build up a series of college!au events, and who knows, there might even be a part 2 if anyone requests it...

Okay, I write super long sentences -- this is exactly why I’ve put my notes at the end of the post instead!

Additional notes:

I have such a thing about Jimin’s black hair lately always *sigh*

It’s probably only myself and @kimlisamarie that give this ship name for Namjoon and Jimin but I strongly believe this should catch on tbh.

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