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Friday afternoons only mean one thing for Jimin: they’re the perfect time for undisturbed cuddling.
Friday is the only day of his hectic school week that allows Jimin to lounge lazily on his bed as soon as he reaches his dorm, his last class of the day ending at (more or less) 2:45 in the afternoon. It’s the only day where he can blissfully ignore the pile of homeworks sitting inside his bag, where he doesn’t have to feel guilty over not giving a single flying fuck about exams and project deadlines for the meantime.
But, most especially, aside from everything he has mentioned above, there’s one more reason why Jimin is thoroughly convinced that Fridays are just about the Best Days of his entire school week.
Long fingers suddenly run through his hair, gently grazing his scalp in the process, and Jimin finds it physically impossible to stop the hum of contentment that tumbles from his mouth. Jimin feels more than hears Namjoon's amusement by the little telltale quake of his shoulders. Pouting, Jimin lifts his head from where it’s comfortably resting on a well-toned chest and looks up, eyebrows meeting in a curious curve.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Namjoon easily answers. He tries to contain the smile that’s threatening to break his face but ultimately fails when Jimin only pouts even harder at him. “Did you miss me?”
Jimin thinks there are so many ways in which he can answer this simple question but, at this moment, there’s really only one word that can aptly sum up everything that he’s been feeling for the past few weeks: Of-fucking-course.
They usually spend Fridays together, cooped up in Jimin’s dorm, just cuddling or watching whatever show is on tv. Often times, they’d stay up and talk, updating each other on what they’ve been doing, the things that kept them busy. It’s their little routine, one that Jimin had always looked forward to at the end of his every school week.
But this past month had been grueling for the both of them, with school works and exams and projects being dumped on them before the year came to an end, with professors being a little more pain in the ass than usual. Admittedly, it’d been hard — they’ve never really spent quite a long time being away from each other even after Namjoon had first entered university two years ago. A few calls and messages here and there barely helped. If anything, it only made Jimin feel even worse because hearing Namjoon’s voice on the other line only served as an upsetting reminder that he’s a hundred miles away from Jimin.
The distance, more than anything else, really sucks but they’ve once made a promise to do everything for this relationship to work and Jimin has never been one to go back on his word. Especially when it concerns things (and people) that are really important to him.
A hand cupping the side of his face shakes Jimin away from his thoughts and he realizes, with a start, that Namjoon is still patiently waiting for him to answer. Jimin forces a snort out of his mouth. “Not at all, hyung.”
“Okay then,” Namjoon says, laughing slightly. He continues to card his fingers through Jimin’s hair with his other hand and Jimin can’t help but unconsciously lean to his touch, craving for this kind of warmth that he’d missed for weeks. “I missed you, too.”
Jimin feels the heat quickly rising in the apple of his cheeks and he bites his lower lip to stop the ridiculous smile from successfully tugging the corners of his mouth. Namjoon has always been every bit of a disgusting sap ever since they started dating but, now, Jimin supposes he doesn’t mind. He secretly enjoys the fact that he gets to be the only one who can witness Namjoon be silly and lame — the complete opposite of his portrayed cool and collected self in public.
Jimin takes a moment to just stare at Namjoon, slowly digesting the fact that he’s here, solid and warm and definitely present at his side, before languidly crawling up Namjoon’s body to drop a quick kiss on his mouth. Jimin all but intends it to be chaste, nothing more than the slightest pressure of lips against lips, but Namjoon isn’t having any of that — he suddenly leans forward and kisses Jimin again, catching Jimin off-guard for a brief second. It doesn’t take long before Jimin responds though, mouth now moving perfectly against Namjoon’s as he kisses back with as much fervor as he can muster.
“Love you, baby,” Namjoon mumbles as soon as they part, breath fanning across Jimin’s lips. The sentiment floods his chest with so much warmth that it reaches his fingertips and Jimin’s just about to dive in for another lingering kiss when Namjoon's next question momentarily freezes him in place.
"Do you love daddy, too?"
Namjoon thumbs at his cheekbones, looks at Jimin expectantly as he waits for an answer.
Jimin shifts even closer, an innocent smile on his face. "I do. I love you, daddy."
A satisfied smirk pulls Namjoon’s lips up immediately and Jimin almost snorts at how easy it is to please him sometimes. Jimin doesn't, however; he wants to be a good baby boy right now for his daddy so Jimin just clamps his lips shut and lets Namjoon have all his fun today.
"Tell me how much," Namjoon continues. His voice is low and thrumming, almost breathy, but Jimin can still hear the hint of insecurity there, his need for Jimin's reassurance, barely disguised in the heat of Namjoon's words.
"So much." And this isn't just Jimin solely playing along with Namjoon anymore. This is Jimin truly being himself, baring his feelings out for the guy in front of him. Sometimes, it even overwhelms Jimin just how intense he really feels towards Namjoon. "So, so much."
Namjoon sighs then, soft and relieved. The smile that paints itself on Namjoon's face right after tells Jimin that he's said something right, and it's small and so, so beautiful and quite unlike the other smiles he has seen before that Jimin just wants to kiss it over and over and over again.
So Jimin does just that — he presses his lips against Namjoon's once, twice, thrice, just short, open-mouthed kisses that basically do nothing but leave Namjoon wanting more. Jimin almost gets away with the fourth one until Namjoon holds his face steady with both hands and kisses him properly this time.
It starts out slow and tentative, their mouths pressed and gently sliding against each other. Namjoon's lips are as soft and warm as they look and Jimin can't help but kiss him more firmly, nip at his protruding lower lip every now and then as seconds continue to move along.
There's a thread of want quickly winding its way into their motions — the way that Namjoon cups Jimin's cheek and angles his head just a little to make things more comfortable between them, the way that Jimin unconsciously keeps Namjoon close by clutching onto the edge of his shirt.
Namjoon carefully shifts and flips their position so that Jimin is lying underneath him, arms braced on either side of Jimin's head. He manages to pull away for a second to slide his mouth across Jimin's cheek bone, leaving tiny kisses on whatever patch of skin his lips can reach. "More?" Namjoon whispers, breath now brushing against the shell of Jimin's ear.
Jimin only grunts, the sound slipping out of his mouth when Namjoon drops a messy kiss behind his ear, then continues down to the curve of his jaw and neck. Apparently, it's easy for Namjoon to take that guttural sound as a yes, just as it's incredibly easy for him to cant his hips downwards and let Jimin know that he shares the same sentiment. The loud moan that follows has Namjoon doing it again, only a little rougher and more purposeful this time.
"You can't make too much noise, baby," Namjoon gently reprimands. "You don't want anyone else barging in here and ruining our playtime, do you?"
No. Jimin absolutely doesn't want that, not when there were compromises he'd had to make just to have his way today. When Namjoon finally spilled the beans about visiting Jimin this week, Jimin basically had to promise Taehyung, his roommate and best friend, free lunch for the entire week so he could kick him out and have their shared room all to himself.
And like hell if Jimin's going to let his efforts go to waste just like that.
Jimin is pretty dead set on keeping his mouth shut, even resorting to sinking his teeth so hard into his lower lip that he can almost taste blood, but it's getting increasingly hard to hold back his whimpers when Namjoon keeps on grinding down into him like this, hips rolling rather slowly and sensually against Jimin's.
Pleasure is already starting to pool in Jimin's belly and it only shoots up his spine when Namjoon suddenly decides that it's high time to give Jimin a mark that he won't be able to cover up anytime soon. Namjoon teasingly skims down Jimin's jaw with his lips, before finally stopping on his pulse point and sucks until it’s all red and bruised, until Jimin can hear nothing but the rush of blood roaring in his ears.
It feels like hours but, eventually, Namjoon pulls back to admire his masterpiece. He thumbs the hickey now blooming on Jimin's pale neck and smiles, fascination so clear in his eyes. "So pretty," he coos. "My pretty baby."
Namjoon leans down to press one last fleeting kiss on his bruise and the feeling of Namjoon's lips back on his skin has Jimin releasing another throaty groan.
Namjoon then proceeds to strip Jimin and starts leaving a trail of kisses from the curve of his shoulder, down to his chest, tongue briefly laving on his nipples before finally running across the dip of his stomach, swirling into his navel. Jimin whines because Namjoon's mouth is so fucking close to where he wants it to be, but Namjoon — the asshole — doesn't seem like he's going to pay attention to the growing bulge inside his boxers anytime soon. So Jimin bucks his hips up, just enough to remind Namjoon of his other... pressing matters.
Namjoon only holds him down as he chuckles, however, the delicious reverberations against his stomach only shooting straight to Jimin's hardening cock. "Be patient," he playfully chides.
Thankfully, Jimin doesn't have to wait long because he's honestly pretty sure he's going to be out of his fucking mind soon if he needs to endure Namjoon's teasing for a second longer. Namjoon frees his cock as he pulls Jimin's boxers all the way down, doesn't waste a single second to slide his mouth close — so close that Jimin's cock actually jumps at the sensation.
Namjoon laughs, just a low-throated sound that has air brushing torturously across him. Before Jimin can even think of letting out a noise of complaint, he feels Namjoon tonguing the underside of his cock, tracing the vein there before eventually giving kittenish licks on its head.
"Daddy," Jimin moans, fingers gently carding through Namjoon’s hair as he starts to bob up and down on Jimin’s dick, sucking hard in a way that has Jimin's breath bursting from his body in harsh, frantic pants. They've done this so many times already that Namjoon had eventually figured out a little technique of his own to get Jimin off in the shortest time possible, and it’s increasingly getting harder for Jimin to stop himself from giving in to his orgasm too fast, too soon.
Jimin catches Namjoon looking back up at him, eyes burning with desire. Immediately, a slow kind of heat starts to curl low in Jimin's stomach as the realization dawns on him — he did this. Jimin did this. He's the reason why Namjoon already looks so wrecked, lowered lashes and skin glossed with a sheen of sweat, dark blush rising high through his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose.
That thought alone has Jimin quickly pulling Namjoon up so he can kiss him square on the lips, just exploring and greedily tasting himself on Namjoon's tongue more than anything else.
"I think it's daddy's turn now," Jimin whispers as soon as he pulls back, their faces so close that his nose brushes against Namjoon's. Jimin watches, mesmerized, at the way a lock of hair falls over Namjoon's forehead.
And then he's pulling Namjoon up, up, up, until Namjoon’s eventually grasping onto the headboard. His own pants are pulled all the way down, his already hard cock placed well enough for Jimin to just lean slightly forward and take him into his mouth. The sound Namjoon makes as soon as Jimin closes his lips over his cock is all kinds of pretty, and Jimin briefly thinks he could probably get off on the sounds Namjoon makes alone.
It doesn’t take long before Namjoon finds his own pace, fucking himself right into Jimin’s willing mouth with quick, shallow thrusts. Sometimes, he ends up getting a little carried away, plunging himself so deep into Jimin's mouth that Jimin almost gags when Namjoon's cock hits the back of his throat. Jimin enjoys those little moments, however; enjoys seeing Namjoon lose control, enjoys hearing him curse out loud and praise Jimin for being "so good, baby, you're so, so good."
For a while, Namjoon just keeps going. He takes Jimin's head in his hands, holding him gently while he slips his cock in and out, gently at first, just as with everything that Namjoon does, and then harder as he starts pumping, all the way in and deep into Jimin’s throat while Jimin swallows enthusiastically around him. Jimin greedily takes him fully, takes him all the way, sucking and swallowing and drooling a little with his lashes wet and his lips swollen.
Jimin would've wanted for Namjoon to come right into his mouth, drink him down and squeeze his thighs hard enough to bruise and witness them shake like he's coming apart. But then, Namjoon's pulling back, and Jimin can't do anything else but release his cock with a loud pop while Namjoon caresses his sore jaw with a gentle, soothing hand.
Namjoon quickly rids himself of his clothes and takes a second or two to crawl his way down Jimin’s body until they’re stretched out, skin to skin, heat and hardness and contact and just bare naked nudity. It feels so good, so ridiculously good, warm and just maddeningly intimate that, for a passing second, Jimin can’t help but think nothing’s going to feel just as wonderful and intense as this.
That is until Namjoon's lubed finger starts probing his entrance, his vision almost going blurry from the sudden sensation. It's been too long since they last had sex, so fucking long since Jimin even had anything up his ass, so he's feeling both terrified and so insanely horny at the idea of being filled again, feeling so full that he almost can't breathe. Jimin can only let a whimper slip through his lips when the tip of Namjoon’s fingertip start pressing against his sensitive insides.
"Breathe, baby," Namjoon reminds him. Jimin, despite the haze of lust clouding his brain, manages to obey Namjoon. He forces himself to release one, two, three slow puffs of air, continuing to do so until he's finally breathing properly, until his lungs are filled with enough oxygen once more. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Jimin lets out a shuddering sigh, body squirming under Namjoon's ministrations. "I’m fine. Just—just another one."
Namjoon isn’t one to refuse Jimin's whims, and it isn’t long before he adds a second finger, and then, eventually, a third, stretching Jimin more and more. When Namjoon's fingers accidentally brush against his prostrate, Jimin doesn’t even try to stop himself from moaning out long and loud because, holy shit, that feels so good.
Namjoon makes sure to do it again, fingers now pressing even harder against Jimin’s prostate, unmerciful and relentless. Jimin can’t do anything else but sob and writhe, unable to handle it anymore. "D-daddy. Stop. I can't. Please, please, please fuck me—"
Namjoon carefully withdraws his fingers and, for a moment, Jimin feels inexplicably empty. His nails impatiently scrape down Namjoon's chest, leaving red welts in their wake as Namjoon reaches behind him to grab the condom he'd kept in the pocket of his pants. Jimin then snatches the packet from Namjoon's fingers, and the combination of his warmth alongside the feeling of the tight latex as Jimin rolls it down over his aching cock has Namjoon hissing through his teeth.
Jimin wraps his legs around Namjoon's waist as Namjoon slowly, finally, pushes forward into him. The head of Namjoon’s cock catches against the rim of Jimin’s hole and he slides all the way in until he bottoms out. It doesn’t take long before the feeling of fullness spreads to the rest of Jimin's body and he nearly chokes until his brain reminds him to breathe again.
Jimin half-hums, half-groans, his fingers curling tightly around Namjoon’s arm. "Daddy."
“I’m here,” Namjoon breathes out, letting his other unoccupied hand hold Jimin’s own so he can interlace their fingers together. "I'm right here, baby."
Namjoon presses Jimin back against the mattress, holds him there and fucks him in slow, deep heart-pounding thrusts. "So tight," Namjoon grunts out. "Feels so good to be inside you."
Jimin's drenched in sweat, hair matted to his forehead, and incoherent whimpers fall steadily from his parted lips. Namjoon continues to move inside him, continues to pulse in and out—quick, shallow, deep.
"Oh, g-god," Jimin stutters, head thrown back and panting toward the ceiling.
"Are you close?" Namjoon gruffly asks. "Gonna fucking come for daddy?"
Jimin doesn't answer. Or, well, more like he can't exactly answer with coherent words because Namjoon's hitting his prostate dead on, making him delirious with want and desperation and need, and Jimin feverishly thinks nothing in the world has ever felt as good as this. Jimin trashes against Namjoon frantically, gasps for air like he's dying, curls his fingers into the sheets as every harsh thrust of Namjoon's hips rock him back.
When Namjoon reaches between them and grabs hold of Jimin's neglected cock, a low and breathy "let go, baby. come for me." whispered right against the shell of his ear, it immediately becomes too much. His body, already poised on the edge, flies apart and Jimin cries out, writhing and groaning. Jimin's hips jerk violently as they arch upward, twisting against Namjoon’s pelvis as his cock twitches and spasms, as the muscles of his ass clench and convulse achingly around Namjoon.
Jimin finally comes back to himself after a while and finds Namjoon desperately pounding into him, pressing his come-covered fingers to Jimin's lips. Jimin instinctively opens up, can't help himself from sucking two of Namjoon's fingers into his mouth to taste himself. Namjoon loudly groans at the sight, hips stuttering at one point when Jimin looks up at him through his lashes.
It isn't long before Namjoon can feel the heat building at the base of his spine and a familiar lightheadedness behind his eyes. So, with renewed vigor, Namjoon holds onto Jimin's hips and plunges into him, hard and fast, over and over and over again.
And then, with one final snap of his hips, all sound leave his lungs as his orgasm practically slams into him. The power of his own release crashes over Namjoon in warm waves, blocking everything but the feel of Jimin from his brain.
They part, eventually, Namjoon easing his hips back, softening cock slipping easily out of Jimin whose face just scrunches before he tiredly opens his eyes. Namjoon softly laughs at the sight before him, presses a chaste, delicate kiss to the corner of Jimin's mouth before he finally collapses, his legs and arms sprawled uselessly over Jimin's equally spent body.
It’s silent for a while, save for their shallow breathing and the unbelievably loud thumping of Jimin’s heart in his ears — until Jimin ruins the moment with a grunt from Namjoon's heavy weight. Upon quickly realizing that he's probably going to crush Jimin underneath him, Namjoon rolls them both one last time and drapes Jimin's body across his.
Jimin hums in tired satisfaction and buries his nose deep into the crook of Namjoon's neck. He burrows against Namjoon's, closer, closer, closer, as though Jimin's trying so desperately to get inside his skin. They're both covered in sweat and other fluids and Jimin knows he will need to change the sheets before Taehyung gets back later tonight.
But for now, Jimin thinks contentedly, it doesn't really seem all that bad.