And They Were Roommates! | KNJ x PJM
Pairing: Namjoon x Jimin
Genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, Roommates!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, kissing, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), Namjoon's a bit of a tease, Jimin is total putty in his hands
Word Count: 1.8k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Jimin suddenly finds himself a lot closer to his roommate Namjoon than he ever expected to be. And it's making him fall apart.
A/N: Happy Pride month! I wrote a little sequel to my MiniMoni drabble "Is That My Shirt?" It picks up right where that story left off, but if you haven't read it, that's okay! All you need to know is that they're roommates, and Jimin has a bit of a crush on Namjoon. 🥰
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕
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“Are you okay?”
The question hangs in the air. A few seconds stretch into a few minutes. Jimin knows he should respond, but he can’t seem to. He’s frozen, unable to think, let alone speak.
Because Namjoon’s hand is on his dick.
Namjoon’s hand.
Is on.
His dick.
Somehow, they’d ended up on the couch. Jimin couldn’t remember how they’d gotten there. One minute, they’re standing in the hallway, and Namjoon is bending towards him, all dimples and hooded eyes, and then suddenly, they’re lying on the couch, mouths mashing together, and Namjoon’s hand… well, not to overstate the facts, but his hand is on Jimin’s dick.
“Is this too fast?” Namjoon rasps, removing the appendage in question from where it was sliding halfway down Jimin’s pants.
Jimin shakes his head furiously. No, no, not too fast. He’s wanted Namjoon for so, so long. Jimin’s ready to slam his foot on the accelerator like Vin Fucking Diesel. At least, that is the answer his dick would give if asked. But his head? Seems to be pumping the brakes, given his sudden bout of hand-on-penis induced paralysis.
“No,” he finally croaks, wincing as his voice squeaks like he’s going through puberty again. He’s too fucking old to sound like a hormonal teenager, even if he’s currently acting like one. “No, don’t stop, I’m okay. This is okay.”
Namjoon laughs, dipping his head to kiss Jimin again. God, his lips are so soft for someone who never bothers with things like the expensive lip masks Jimin indulges in. He comes by that lushness naturally. Yet another reason Jimin should be frustrated with him - his annoyingly perfect mouth.
Except the longer Namjoon keeps that mouth on him, the less Jimin cares.
“We don’t have to rush into anything,” Namjoon studies Jimin’s face. “I'm not going anywhere.” The smartass in Jimin wants to ask if he means that literally, as his roommate, or if he’s speaking about this… whatever this is between them, but the expression on Namjoon’s face makes it clear.
Namjoon starts to pull away, and Jimin clutches his biceps in a blind panic. And then panics again as the muscles in his roommate’s arms ripple under his fingers. Holy hell, he knew Namjoon was yoked, but it’s one thing to see and another thing entirely to feel. Images flood his already overwhelmed brain, but he cuts through the filth, finding his voice again. “No. Not rushing. Wanna… wanna kiss you.”
“Yeah?” Namjoon’s eyebrow rises cockily. “Is that what you want?”
Jimin nods, tongue suddenly tied in knots again. What the fuck is happening to him? He’s never been shy with any of the people he’s messed around with over the years. He’s always been a shameless flirt and proud of it. And in the bedroom, he's more than happy to take the lead. Any other time, that is, except for right now, lying here in Namjoon’s strong arms.
Namjoon kisses him thoroughly, head tipping to the side to allow him a better angle. His tongue flicks at Jimin’s lips, and Jimin opens automatically, eagerly letting Namjoon in. He can’t stifle the moan that the other man coaxes from the back of his throat, husky and desperate. His body buzzes as Namjoon’s laughter vibrates through him.
“Listen to you. So needy, hmm?”
God, the rasp of Namjoon’s voice. Jimin is painfully hard, cock throbbing in his jeans. He tugs on Namjoon’s shirt, trying to urge the taller man to come closer. Namjoon obeys his silent request, and Jimin groans as he feels Namjoon grind his pelvis into him. His roommate is just as hard as he is.
Namjoon wants him, too.
This information goes straight to Jimin’s already stunned head and he loses his words again, whimpering as Namjoon trails his mouth up and down the slender column of Jimin’s throat. He nibbles on a spot below Jimin’s ear, and the sound that leaves Jimin’s mouth is embarrassingly loud.
Namjoon laughs again. “Damn, I wish I’d known you wanted this sooner.” He nips again at Jimin’s neck, and Jimin instinctively bucks up into him, making Namjoon hiss. “Shit. Right here? Is this the spot?” A tender nuzzle grants him another whimper. “Hmm. I wonder where else I can touch you that will make you moan like that.”
“Joonie,” Jimin whines. He blinks in surprise. He whined. Jimin never whines when he’s with someone - he’s always the one making the other person whine. What is going on? He’s completely falling apart.
It feels amazing.
“Joonie,” he says again, voice still shaky. Because even though Namjoon has abandoned his incredibly sensitive neck, he’s starting to slip down Jimin’s body, kissing him through his shirt over his chest, hot breath tickling Jimin through the thin fabric.
“Joonie?” Namjoon repeats, lifting his head to peer at him. His eyes have darkened, pupils fully blown, lips bright red and swollen, and Jimin wonders what he must look like at this moment. Probably an absolute wreck.
And then Jimin realizes what he’s said. He’s never called Namjoon that before, has no idea where it came from. But before he can spiral too far, Namjoon grins.
“I like that. Call me Joonie, baby.” His roommate’s dimples pop. “Can I call you baby?” He reaches for the hem of Jimin’s shirt and slips it up over his chest, exposing Jimin’s torso.
“You can call me whatever you want,” Jimin blurts, head falling back against the couch as Namjoon’s teeth suddenly graze one of his nipples. “Just keep doing that!”
He can feel Namjoon laughing as his mouth suctions to Jimin’s chest. Every rumble makes Jimin’s heart do a somersault.
“You’re so cute,” Namjoon informs him. Jimin’s been called many things by those he’s fooled around with - hot, sexy, even ‘fucking amazing’ a time or two. But never cute.
He likes it.
Namjoon’s long fingers are playing with the button on Jimin’s jeans. “Can I keep going, baby? You still okay?”
“You - you wanna keep going?”
Namjoon chuckles, bringing himself back up to Jimin’s mouth again. The way he kisses him brushes away any doubts that were trying to form. “Yeah,” he murmurs, nose nudging Jimin’s cheek as he speaks, “I wanna keep going. Wanna make you feel good. Do you want that?”
Jimin nods, diving in for another kiss. His hands clutch at Namjoon’s sides, and Namjoon rolls his hips into Jimin’s, earning himself another whine.
“Say it, baby,” Namjoon whispers, rolling again. “Tell me what you want.”
“Wanna keep going, Joonie,” Jimin keens.
“What do you want me to do?”
Jimin swallows thickly, cock aching at Namjoon’s question. “T-touch me. Please.”
Namjoon grins, eyes crinkling nearly shut as he shuffles down the couch. “Gonna do more than touch you. Since you asked so nicely.”
A quick flutter of his fingers and Jimin’s pants are undone and being shucked. His dick strains against his boxer briefs for a moment before those are gone too. Part of him feels abashed that he’s already leaking, his tip wet with precum. His excitement at the thought of having Namjoon’s hands on him is so painfully obvious. But Namjoon doesn’t seem to mind one bit, given the way he groans as he smears the wetness over Jimin’s head with his large thumb. He gently grasps Jimin’s dick in his hand and Jimin closes his eyes in ecstasy as Namjoon lowers his mouth.
“Joonie!” he gasps as Namjoon swirls his tongue around his shaft, covering him in his spit, making him slick enough to easily take him in. As soon as Namjoon’s lips close around him, Jimin immediately thrusts upward, and then immediately apologizes. “Shit! Sorry!”
Namjoon just places one of his big hands on Jimin’s hip, holding him down while the other hand strokes in tandem with his moving mouth. And that mouth. Oh, that glorious mouth! So warm and wet and tight when he swallows around Jimin’s cock.
Jimin is in heaven. Namjoon’s lips feel so perfect wrapped around him. He doesn’t have the slightest clue what it is he did to end up here, but he thanks his lucky stars he did it, because oh my god Namjoon is deep-throating him. Namjoon’s nose bounces off of Jimin’s pelvis as he bobs, and that’s it, Jimin’s not going to last. Maybe he should feel ashamed that he’s going to cum so quickly, but at the moment he just can’t find it in himself to give a fuck.
“Joonie,” he groans, hands fisting in Namjoon’s dark hair, “hyung, gonna - I’m gonna -“
“Mmmmm,” Namjoon hums, releasing his grip on Jimin’s hip to press Jimin’s hand further into his hair. Jimin gets the message, and tugs, guiding Namjoon down as far as he can go on his cock, feeling himself hit the back of his roommate’s throat-
Jimin moans, a drawn-out guttural exhalation of wordless pleasure as he spills inside Namjoon’s mouth. He keeps thrusting, hips lifting off the couch, as Namjoon swallows around him, cleaning Jimin’s release with his tongue. Jimin collapses back against the cushions, completely spent. Mind a total blank.
Maybe later, they’ll have to talk seriously about this moment and what it means and where things might go and all of those tricky questions that come with fooling around with your roommate/crush/possible love of your life (?), but not right now. Right now, he glances at Namjoon, who is sitting back on his heels at the other end of the couch. He wonders what Namjoon thinks about the way Jimin reacted to, well, everything.
Jimin sits up, rubbing the back of his neck, shirt still tucked up under his armpits. He pulls his boxer briefs back on. “Um. That was…”
“That was so fucking hot,” his roommate finishes, corner of his lips twisting into a smile. “Was that good for you?”
“Yeah. Really fucking good.” Jimin’s mind feels a lot clearer now without the haze of arousal fogging it up. “Uh. Hyung - “
“Joonie,” Namjoon corrects him, shifting so he’s seated next to Jimin. One of Jimin’s hands is resting on his bare thigh, and he slips his fingers between Jimin’s.
Jimin stares at their entwined hands. “Right. Joonie,” he begins again, a flush creeping up his cheeks, “I’m not usually like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like so…” Pliant? Submissive? Weak as fuck for someone’s touch? “So, uh, yielding. This was kinda… new. For me.”
Namjoon tips his head, gaze thoughtful. “Yeah. Me too, actually. But, I dunno. It felt right?” He shrugs. “And I liked it. And I think you liked it, too?”
Jimin bites his lip before grinning. “Yeah, I did.” He takes a deep breath. “And… I like you, Joonie.”
“Kinda thought you did.” Namjoon has the audacity to laugh at Jimin’s astonished expression. “You don’t hide things as well as you think you do. But it’s okay.” He yanks Jimin’s hand, tugging the shorter man into his lap. “Just makes me like you more.”
As he smiles against Namjoon’s lips, melting into his kiss, Jimin thinks he could get used to this.
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