i'm an animal (watch me on the floor)
i'm an animal (watch me on the floor)
seokjin/namjoon
1821 words; nc-17
this is fearnoworld's and lazychaoz' fault. deedee decided it was a fantastic idea to start writing this, and then handed the torch over to me three sentences in. fuck you. mochitastic was there and we all cried at 6am. no one is okay anymore.
Seokjin bites down on his lip as he grinds down in Namjoon's lap and shit, Seokjin may not be a dancer, but his hips are working hella fine right now, Namjoon thinks wildly, digging fingers into Seokjin's hips and hearing him gasp. Seokjin shifts his weight and leans in, sliding up so Namjoon's hands cup his ass instead.
Seokjin runs one hand through his hair, mouth parted open and panting, and fuck, Namjoon’s dick is straining against his jeans now, painful. He replaces Seokjin’s hand with his own and tugs at the strands at his nape, leaning in to suck a dark hickey onto Seokjin's neck.
From the side, he can hear the song change to a much faster one, bass pounding through Seokjin's shitty laptop speakers, but who the fuck cares when he's given up all rationale and grinds against Namjoon mindlessly, groaning ever so often when he feels Namjoon's teeth scrape across his collarbone, pausing to bite down on his shoulder, and Seokjin whines, runs his hands up the inside of Namjoon's shirt, desperate, so fucking desperate for anything, and Namjoon grins up at him.
This is his favorite Seokjin -- unfiltered, desperate, ready to beg if he has to -- the Seokjin that will get on his knees for him, suck Namjoon off while he palms himself through his pants until he's pulled up and dragged to the bedroom so Namjoon can slide his hands up Seokjin's chest, cup his face and lean in to ask what exactly Seokjin wants. Seokjin whines, whispers let me kiss you against his lips, and Namjoon laughs, thumbs over Seokjin's cheek before he slides their mouths together.
He's brought back to reality by the hand slipping inside his jeans, past his boxers, and he groans, low in his throat as Seokjin starts to stroke him, while grinding his hips forward, and Namjoon throws his head back, gasping when Seokjin's thumb digs into the slit. "Can I suck you off?" Seokjin breathes into Namjoon's cheek, and he nods, hands playing with the hem of Seokjin's shirt.
"Take this off, first," he says.
The annoying fact about Seokjin in bed is that he knows how great he looks, knows how flustered Namjoon gets when he bends down in front of him, or leans over his shoulder, breath ghosting over the shell of Namjoon’s ear. Seokjin likes to make everything a show, and the way his eyes flutter closed, hands dragging up the length of his shirt like cotton is the most fucking amazing thing he's felt in his life when he grabs the back of his collar and slowly drags it over his head makes Namjoon’s fingers curl in frustration
Fuck the blowjob, he thinks, leaning forward to catch one of Seokjin's nipples in his mouth, he just wants to fucking eat Seokjin alive. Wants to have his skin burning underneath his fingertips, catch his moans between the cups of his hands and lips. Fucking Seokjin.
Seokjin cries out, shirt falling onto the floor, and Seokjin looks like he's about to fall too, so Namjoon wraps an arm around his waist, pulls him close until their crotches are touching, and bites down on Seokjin's nipple, rubs at the other his with free hand, and grins at Seokjin thrashing against him.
He feels hands pressing against the back of his head, and Namjoon chuckles against his skin, looks up and asks, "Bed?"
Seokjin shakes his head, pushes Namjoon back, and kisses him hard, with too much teeth. "Too far, right here."
And Namjoon laughs because that's fucking ridiculous, the bed is literally right behind them, but also fuck it, he wants to have Seokjin right here, wants to fill him up with his cock and have him choke on Namjoon's name. "Let me get the lube then," Namjoon says, but Seokjin shakes his head.
"Still wanna suck you off," he says, and gets up off Namjoon's lap. "I'll be back."
Namjoon taps his fingers on his knee as Seokjin shuffles around the room. The song playing now is lower, and Namjoon takes a few deep breaths to calm himself before Seokjin is back in front of him, only this time on his knees, and he look up at Namjoon through his eyelashes, bats them for extra effect. Namjoon snorts, cards his hand through Seokjin's hair and pulls him close, grinning at how easily Seokjin's lips part, tongue dipping out.
"You said you wanted to suck me off," Namjoon says. "So suck."
Seokjin’s pupils have blown out so far Namjoon can barely see the rim of brown as the zipper on his fly is undone.
The first lick is small and kittenish - Namjoon's ready to grab his hair again, but in one swift movement Seokjin swallows his cock, hollowing his cheeks around it, and Namjoon stifles a moan with the back of his hand. Fuck. Fuck Seokjin.
Seokjin lets spit dribble down his chin as he sinks low, sucking deep and drawing another groan out of Namjoon. He can feel Seokjin's tongue flicking against the underside of his cock, lingering under the crown, and Namjoon's toes curl into the carpet.
"So good," he mumbles, thumb catching Seokjin's jaw, stroking affectionately.
He receives a pleased hum as Seokjin bobs his head, trying to get as much as Namjoon as possible. Behind him, he hears the click of a cap, and moments later, Seokjin starts to whine, and fuck, fuck if that isn't the hottest image ever -- Seokjin fingering himself with a mouth full of Namjoon's cock, face flushed and so desperate to get fucked.
"You're so good," he praises, "Can you add another finger yet?"
Seokjin glares at him, but there's a little shuffling, and Namjoon hisses as teeth graze the top of his dick, but the pain is gone as fast as it came, Seokjin drawing back so just the crown is in his mouth, and he digs his tongue into the slit, tasting precome and breathing hard through his nose.
Namjoon feels like he's going to come apart any second now, the tight suction of Seokjin's mouth against the little vibrations of his moaning.
"Hyung," he hisses, "hyung, up, up, I can't take anymore--"
Seokjin looks up at him through his eyelashes and sucks one last time before letting go of his cock with a pop. "Give me a second then," he groans, head tipping back, and Namjoon watches in morbid fascination as Seokjin sits between Namjoon’s legs, fingering himself. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, and Namjoon surges forward, gripping Seokjin's chin so hard a moan is forced out of his throat as he smashes their mouths together, wet and dirty, and sucks on Seokjin's tongue, greedy.
Seokjin pants into his mouth, little keening noises that Namjoon swallows, tipping Seokjin's head back until he lets out a broken gasp and bites down on Namjoon's lip. "I'm ready," Seokjin says in between kisses. "Namjoon."
Namjoon grins as they separate, and Seokjin pulls his jeans and boxers off, kicking
them to the side before he clambers onto Namjoon's lap.
"You ready?" he asks, and Seokjin just looks down at him with a smirk, hands gripping the back of the chair, and sinks down on Namjoon's cock in one swift movement.
He groans -- the pressure is amazing, so tight and warm, fuck, Seokjin's perfect, fucking perfect, he wouldn't want to have anyone else on him, under him, beside him than Kim fucking Seokjin.
"So good," Namjoon mumbles, and Seokjin breathes hard, hands slipping down to Namjoon's shoulders. "You're so good."
"You're quite talkative today," Seokjin says, grinning as he adjusts to his size.
Namjoon laughs. "I like this lapda- ah, hyung."
Seokjin gyrates his hips again, grin turning into a smirk. "Are you ready?"
"Are you ready?" Namjoon asks, breathless, hands gripping onto Seokjin's hips. The skin is soft to the touch, and his fingers press in when Seokjin lifts himself up and drops himself back down, and shit that feels so fucking good fuck--
There's going to be little fingertip sized bruises on his hips tomorrow, and probably along his collarbones, and Namjoon groans as Seokjin bounces on his cock, little gasps and moans tumbling out of his mouth like an avalanche. Namjoon braces his feet on the floor and slides his hands down to grab Seokjin's ass and spread his cheeks apart, finger tentatively running down the crease before he thrusts up into the tight heat of Seokjin, breathing hard as arousal drips through his veins like molten rock.
Seokjin's breath hitches, and his hands scramble to wrap themselves around Namjoon's neck before he says, "There, oh god, fuck, there," and Namjoon grins and presses a kiss to Seokjin's temple before slumping down in the chair and wrapping a hand around Seokjin's cock, pumping it at the same time as his thrusts, and Seokjin whines loudly, grinding down onto Namjoon's cock, and oh god, this is too fucking much, his arousal rising like a thermometer about to explode.
"I'm going to come," Namjoon groans, hand sliding up Seokjin's body to grip his hair and pull him in close for a kiss. It's dirty, with too much tongue, and Seokjin bites down on his bottom lip, nibbling it afterwards in apology.
"Me too," Seokjin gasps, eyes fluttering shut. There's a blush that extends from his cheeks down over his chest, dusty nipples hard in the dimlit room. "I'm so close."
Seokjin clenches around him and that's all it takes for Namjoon to burst, spilling inside of Seokjin, who's insistently rutting against Namjoon's abdomen, hand pulling at his own cock, desperate for release. His thumb digs into the slit and that's all it takes for him to cry out, cum splattering onto both of their chests, until Seokjin finally slumps against Namjoon, worn out.
"We should do that more often," Namjoon says, hand curling around the back of Seokjin's neck.
His thumb rubs the skin there affectionately as Seokjin hums, digging his head into the crook of Namjoon's neck and shoulder. "If you carry me to the bed, maybe."
"No round two?"
Seokjin snorts as Namjoon gathers him in his arms and stands up, unsteady on his feet as the leftovers of his orgasm simmer through his body. "Don't even lie, you wouldn't even be ready for a round two."
"And you want to nap."
"I always want to nap," Seokjin mumbles against Namjoon's chest. "And someone turn off the fucking music."
Namjoon laughs as he places Seokjin down on the bed, tossing the tissue box at Seokjin before heading over to turn his laptop off.
When he gets back, Seokjin is almost asleep, eyelids drooping and mouth slightly parted against the pillow. He looks comfy, and warm, so Namjoon drapes himself around him and settles in for the night, mind and body sated.
seokjin/namjoon
1821 words; nc-17
this is fearnoworld's and lazychaoz' fault. deedee decided it was a fantastic idea to start writing this, and then handed the torch over to me three sentences in. fuck you. mochitastic was there and we all cried at 6am. no one is okay anymore.
Seokjin bites down on his lip as he grinds down in Namjoon's lap and shit, Seokjin may not be a dancer, but his hips are working hella fine right now, Namjoon thinks wildly, digging fingers into Seokjin's hips and hearing him gasp. Seokjin shifts his weight and leans in, sliding up so Namjoon's hands cup his ass instead.
Seokjin runs one hand through his hair, mouth parted open and panting, and fuck, Namjoon’s dick is straining against his jeans now, painful. He replaces Seokjin’s hand with his own and tugs at the strands at his nape, leaning in to suck a dark hickey onto Seokjin's neck.
From the side, he can hear the song change to a much faster one, bass pounding through Seokjin's shitty laptop speakers, but who the fuck cares when he's given up all rationale and grinds against Namjoon mindlessly, groaning ever so often when he feels Namjoon's teeth scrape across his collarbone, pausing to bite down on his shoulder, and Seokjin whines, runs his hands up the inside of Namjoon's shirt, desperate, so fucking desperate for anything, and Namjoon grins up at him.
This is his favorite Seokjin -- unfiltered, desperate, ready to beg if he has to -- the Seokjin that will get on his knees for him, suck Namjoon off while he palms himself through his pants until he's pulled up and dragged to the bedroom so Namjoon can slide his hands up Seokjin's chest, cup his face and lean in to ask what exactly Seokjin wants. Seokjin whines, whispers let me kiss you against his lips, and Namjoon laughs, thumbs over Seokjin's cheek before he slides their mouths together.
He's brought back to reality by the hand slipping inside his jeans, past his boxers, and he groans, low in his throat as Seokjin starts to stroke him, while grinding his hips forward, and Namjoon throws his head back, gasping when Seokjin's thumb digs into the slit. "Can I suck you off?" Seokjin breathes into Namjoon's cheek, and he nods, hands playing with the hem of Seokjin's shirt.
"Take this off, first," he says.
The annoying fact about Seokjin in bed is that he knows how great he looks, knows how flustered Namjoon gets when he bends down in front of him, or leans over his shoulder, breath ghosting over the shell of Namjoon’s ear. Seokjin likes to make everything a show, and the way his eyes flutter closed, hands dragging up the length of his shirt like cotton is the most fucking amazing thing he's felt in his life when he grabs the back of his collar and slowly drags it over his head makes Namjoon’s fingers curl in frustration
Fuck the blowjob, he thinks, leaning forward to catch one of Seokjin's nipples in his mouth, he just wants to fucking eat Seokjin alive. Wants to have his skin burning underneath his fingertips, catch his moans between the cups of his hands and lips. Fucking Seokjin.
Seokjin cries out, shirt falling onto the floor, and Seokjin looks like he's about to fall too, so Namjoon wraps an arm around his waist, pulls him close until their crotches are touching, and bites down on Seokjin's nipple, rubs at the other his with free hand, and grins at Seokjin thrashing against him.
He feels hands pressing against the back of his head, and Namjoon chuckles against his skin, looks up and asks, "Bed?"
Seokjin shakes his head, pushes Namjoon back, and kisses him hard, with too much teeth. "Too far, right here."
And Namjoon laughs because that's fucking ridiculous, the bed is literally right behind them, but also fuck it, he wants to have Seokjin right here, wants to fill him up with his cock and have him choke on Namjoon's name. "Let me get the lube then," Namjoon says, but Seokjin shakes his head.
"Still wanna suck you off," he says, and gets up off Namjoon's lap. "I'll be back."
Namjoon taps his fingers on his knee as Seokjin shuffles around the room. The song playing now is lower, and Namjoon takes a few deep breaths to calm himself before Seokjin is back in front of him, only this time on his knees, and he look up at Namjoon through his eyelashes, bats them for extra effect. Namjoon snorts, cards his hand through Seokjin's hair and pulls him close, grinning at how easily Seokjin's lips part, tongue dipping out.
"You said you wanted to suck me off," Namjoon says. "So suck."
Seokjin’s pupils have blown out so far Namjoon can barely see the rim of brown as the zipper on his fly is undone.
The first lick is small and kittenish - Namjoon's ready to grab his hair again, but in one swift movement Seokjin swallows his cock, hollowing his cheeks around it, and Namjoon stifles a moan with the back of his hand. Fuck. Fuck Seokjin.
Seokjin lets spit dribble down his chin as he sinks low, sucking deep and drawing another groan out of Namjoon. He can feel Seokjin's tongue flicking against the underside of his cock, lingering under the crown, and Namjoon's toes curl into the carpet.
"So good," he mumbles, thumb catching Seokjin's jaw, stroking affectionately.
He receives a pleased hum as Seokjin bobs his head, trying to get as much as Namjoon as possible. Behind him, he hears the click of a cap, and moments later, Seokjin starts to whine, and fuck, fuck if that isn't the hottest image ever -- Seokjin fingering himself with a mouth full of Namjoon's cock, face flushed and so desperate to get fucked.
"You're so good," he praises, "Can you add another finger yet?"
Seokjin glares at him, but there's a little shuffling, and Namjoon hisses as teeth graze the top of his dick, but the pain is gone as fast as it came, Seokjin drawing back so just the crown is in his mouth, and he digs his tongue into the slit, tasting precome and breathing hard through his nose.
Namjoon feels like he's going to come apart any second now, the tight suction of Seokjin's mouth against the little vibrations of his moaning.
"Hyung," he hisses, "hyung, up, up, I can't take anymore--"
Seokjin looks up at him through his eyelashes and sucks one last time before letting go of his cock with a pop. "Give me a second then," he groans, head tipping back, and Namjoon watches in morbid fascination as Seokjin sits between Namjoon’s legs, fingering himself. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, and Namjoon surges forward, gripping Seokjin's chin so hard a moan is forced out of his throat as he smashes their mouths together, wet and dirty, and sucks on Seokjin's tongue, greedy.
Seokjin pants into his mouth, little keening noises that Namjoon swallows, tipping Seokjin's head back until he lets out a broken gasp and bites down on Namjoon's lip. "I'm ready," Seokjin says in between kisses. "Namjoon."
Namjoon grins as they separate, and Seokjin pulls his jeans and boxers off, kicking
them to the side before he clambers onto Namjoon's lap.
"You ready?" he asks, and Seokjin just looks down at him with a smirk, hands gripping the back of the chair, and sinks down on Namjoon's cock in one swift movement.
He groans -- the pressure is amazing, so tight and warm, fuck, Seokjin's perfect, fucking perfect, he wouldn't want to have anyone else on him, under him, beside him than Kim fucking Seokjin.
"So good," Namjoon mumbles, and Seokjin breathes hard, hands slipping down to Namjoon's shoulders. "You're so good."
"You're quite talkative today," Seokjin says, grinning as he adjusts to his size.
Namjoon laughs. "I like this lapda- ah, hyung."
Seokjin gyrates his hips again, grin turning into a smirk. "Are you ready?"
"Are you ready?" Namjoon asks, breathless, hands gripping onto Seokjin's hips. The skin is soft to the touch, and his fingers press in when Seokjin lifts himself up and drops himself back down, and shit that feels so fucking good fuck--
There's going to be little fingertip sized bruises on his hips tomorrow, and probably along his collarbones, and Namjoon groans as Seokjin bounces on his cock, little gasps and moans tumbling out of his mouth like an avalanche. Namjoon braces his feet on the floor and slides his hands down to grab Seokjin's ass and spread his cheeks apart, finger tentatively running down the crease before he thrusts up into the tight heat of Seokjin, breathing hard as arousal drips through his veins like molten rock.
Seokjin's breath hitches, and his hands scramble to wrap themselves around Namjoon's neck before he says, "There, oh god, fuck, there," and Namjoon grins and presses a kiss to Seokjin's temple before slumping down in the chair and wrapping a hand around Seokjin's cock, pumping it at the same time as his thrusts, and Seokjin whines loudly, grinding down onto Namjoon's cock, and oh god, this is too fucking much, his arousal rising like a thermometer about to explode.
"I'm going to come," Namjoon groans, hand sliding up Seokjin's body to grip his hair and pull him in close for a kiss. It's dirty, with too much tongue, and Seokjin bites down on his bottom lip, nibbling it afterwards in apology.
"Me too," Seokjin gasps, eyes fluttering shut. There's a blush that extends from his cheeks down over his chest, dusty nipples hard in the dimlit room. "I'm so close."
Seokjin clenches around him and that's all it takes for Namjoon to burst, spilling inside of Seokjin, who's insistently rutting against Namjoon's abdomen, hand pulling at his own cock, desperate for release. His thumb digs into the slit and that's all it takes for him to cry out, cum splattering onto both of their chests, until Seokjin finally slumps against Namjoon, worn out.
"We should do that more often," Namjoon says, hand curling around the back of Seokjin's neck.
His thumb rubs the skin there affectionately as Seokjin hums, digging his head into the crook of Namjoon's neck and shoulder. "If you carry me to the bed, maybe."
"No round two?"
Seokjin snorts as Namjoon gathers him in his arms and stands up, unsteady on his feet as the leftovers of his orgasm simmer through his body. "Don't even lie, you wouldn't even be ready for a round two."
"And you want to nap."
"I always want to nap," Seokjin mumbles against Namjoon's chest. "And someone turn off the fucking music."
Namjoon laughs as he places Seokjin down on the bed, tossing the tissue box at Seokjin before heading over to turn his laptop off.
When he gets back, Seokjin is almost asleep, eyelids drooping and mouth slightly parted against the pillow. He looks comfy, and warm, so Namjoon drapes himself around him and settles in for the night, mind and body sated.