I'm in love with a criminal {Namjin FF} ✓

~ twenty-one ~

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'Shhh'
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⚠️Smut chapter ahead⚠️

The room had no light, making it impossible to recognise the figure who roughly pressed his body against the wall. No sound came out even when he attempted to. His body felt so weak in that moment to fight back in any way until the stranger pulled his hand away and crashed his lips on his as he passionately kissed the still squirming boy. 'Shhh it's me baby' He felt Seokjin's once squirming body relax in his arms. 'Namjoon? Fuck...you scared me' With a sweet chuckle, he leaned in for another kiss, of course Joon being quick to tangle his hair between his fingers and tilt his head, licking a long stripe across Jin's lips to which he parted his mouth and let him take the lead. In the dim light, with them sloppily making out against his bedroom wall, they went like this for the few minutes while savoring the addicting taste of each other. It all went fine until Namjoon slid his leg between Jin's and pressed it further forward to cause some friction. 'mnghh~', the boy moaned out quietly against his lips. His body reacted by itself as he swung his hips back and forth, gently rubbing his growing bulge on Namjoon's thick thigh. The not so bright moonlight partly lightened up the room through the open window, him finally being able to take his time to admire those beautiful eyes. The way he looked up at him and bit his lip, lowering his gaze when his shyness had the best of him. 'Look at me', the taller smirked at his actions, at the same time pressing his knee harder on Jin's bulge over his jeans. With a choked out gasp he grasped tighter on Namjoon's shoulder and pulled him closer, if possible. Namjoon felt his warm breath brush his skin and before he knew it, Seokjin had pressed his lips against his neck and gently bit down to keep his voice on the low. 'M-My mom is in the next room!', he whisper-yelled in panic. The taller would be lying if he said he didn't like the idea of them having sex while his mother was home. He would need to be quiet all along. Slowly, he reached for Jin's shirt as he lifted his arms by himself to finally get rid of that piece of cloth that prevented them from feeling each other's warmth.

And both went along with it. One by one clothes were thrown on the floor and across the room, until they were completely exposed to each other, no longer fighting the urge to roam their hands around their hot bodies, especially Joon's muscular one. It felt so unreal when his hand traveled the prominent hills along his defined abs. 'Namjoon...', the boy whispered but no other word came out. With the other pressing his wet lips against his body, talking was quiet hard for him. He had never felt this sensitive before. The nudeness had him weak, so much that Namjoon had to lift him in his arms before he collapsed on the cold floor of his bedroom. Jin's back had become one with the wall, trapped between it and his dom. 'Hold onto me' Seokjin didn't know what he meant by it specifically but he supported himself, arms wrapped around his body tightly. 'Tell me when to stop baby' Oh god, did the butterflies in the smaller's stomach drop to his dick. He nodded his head. He trusted him. No matter what his intentions were at the moment. As he was busy leaving light pecks along his shoulder blades, a sudden stretch had him gasping for air. In meantime Joon had licked his own fingers all wet before pressing them against Jin's entrance. 'Please don't go easy on me' Despite Jin's lips being so close to his ears, there was no way Namjoon could understand him mumbling, so he made him repeat himself. And he did. 'You want me to be rough? Want your mom to hear what goes in here?' His chuckle melted Jin's heart. 'eungh~yeah...' Just as he talked, Namjoon added another digit inside.

'Nghhh~~aghmmyes...', he quietly moaned into his ear. 'Like that baby?' Even though they couldn't see each other's faces, Jin felt the other smirk against his skin when he heard him whimper to his words in approval. So there Namjoon was, playing with his sub's hole, who was holding onto him tightly in the process. To himself, Jin's weight was nothing. Light as a feather and lifting him with one arm was as easy as that.