Bts Members Oneshots (English)

(づ ◕‿◕ )づ3. Namjin (~~~)

The dim light of Seoul's skyline crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the apartment. The air was heavy with the lingering scent of jasmine incense, mingling with the traces of cologne and the fresh crispness of the autumn night. Jin lay sprawled on the plush couch, scrolling lazily through his phone, eyes flickering over the screen but mind somewhere far from the videos playing.

A faint rustle drew his attention, and he looked up to see Namjoon emerging from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips, beads of water clinging to his pale skin. His dark hair, damp and tousled, framed his sharp features, eyes hooded with the weight of the night.

"Done with your shower?" Jin asked, his voice low, but the smile playing on his lips was anything but innocent.

Namjoon gave a slight nod, his gaze lingering on Jin longer than usual. There was something about the way Jin was sprawled out, his t-shirt riding up just enough to reveal a strip of tanned skin above the waistband of his sweatpants, that made Namjoon's breath catch in his throat.

He felt the familiar pull, a magnetic force between them that had only grown stronger with time. It was something that neither of them could—or wanted to—resist. Jin sat up, tossing his phone to the side, and met Namjoon's eyes with a knowing look.

"Come here," Jin said, his voice a gentle command, one that Namjoon had never had any intention of disobeying.

Namjoon padded across the room, the sound of his bare feet on the hardwood floor blending with the steady hum of the city outside. As he reached the couch, Jin extended a hand, fingers brushing against Namjoon's wrist, sending a shiver up his spine.

"You're so warm," Namjoon murmured, letting Jin's hand trail up his arm, over his shoulder, before resting on the back of his neck.

Jin's smile deepened, and without breaking eye contact, he tugged Namjoon closer, guiding him to straddle his lap. The towel loosened, falling away as Namjoon settled onto Jin, his breath hitching as their bodies pressed together, warmth meeting warmth.

"You always smell so good after a shower," Jin whispered, his lips grazing the shell of Namjoon's ear, drawing a soft gasp from the other man. He could feel Namjoon's heart pounding against his chest, the rhythm matching his own. There was something intoxicating about the way Namjoon's body responded to him, how every touch, every whisper seemed to unravel him piece by piece.

Namjoon let out a soft sigh, his fingers threading through Jin's hair, tugging lightly as he pulled him in for a kiss. It was slow at first, a gentle meeting of lips, but as Jin's hands roamed over Namjoon's back, exploring the smooth planes of his skin, the kiss deepened. Jin's tongue teased against Namjoon's lower lip before slipping inside, tasting him, savoring the sweetness that was uniquely Namjoon.

Jin's hands traveled lower, resting on the curve of Namjoon's ass, fingers digging in slightly as he guided their hips together. The friction sent a bolt of pleasure through both of them, and Namjoon broke the kiss with a soft moan, his head falling forward to rest against Jin's shoulder.

"Jin," Namjoon breathed out, his voice laced with need, "please..."

Jin chuckled, low and husky, the sound vibrating through Namjoon's chest. "Patience, baby," he murmured, one hand slipping between them to tug at the hem of his own shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. The cool air hit his skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Namjoon's body.

Namjoon's hands immediately found their way to Jin's chest, fingers tracing the defined muscles, the smooth skin, before sliding down to the waistband of his pants. He tugged at them impatiently, a silent plea for more, for the layers to be gone, for nothing to stand between them.

With a smirk, Jin lifted his hips, allowing Namjoon to pull the sweatpants down, freeing him from the last barrier. They were both bare now, skin against skin, and the intensity of it all made Jin's heart race. He could feel Namjoon's hardness pressing against his stomach, and the thought alone made his own pulse quicken, the desire building between them like a storm.

Jin guided Namjoon's lips back to his, the kiss more urgent this time, a clash of teeth and tongue as their hands roamed, searching, needing. Jin's fingers found their way between Namjoon's thighs, teasing him, feeling the slickness that had begun to form there.

"You're so ready for me," Jin whispered against Namjoon's lips, his voice dripping with lust. He watched as Namjoon's eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting in a silent plea, a desperate need for more.

"Please," Namjoon whispered again, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Jin couldn't resist the way Namjoon looked in that moment, so vulnerable, so needy. He reached over to the side table, where a small bottle of lube had been left from the night before. Pouring a generous amount onto his fingers, he returned his attention to Namjoon, who was watching him with half-lidded eyes, his breath coming in short, shallow pants.

"Relax for me, baby," Jin murmured, pressing a slick finger against Namjoon's entrance, the tight ring of muscle giving way with a little coaxing. Namjoon hissed at the initial intrusion, but the discomfort quickly melted into pleasure as Jin worked him open, one finger, then two, scissoring and stretching, preparing him.

When Jin was satisfied, he withdrew his fingers, earning a whimper of protest from Namjoon. Jin's lips curled into a smile as he positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging against Namjoon's entrance. He looked up, meeting Namjoon's eyes, seeking permission, and found nothing but trust and love reflected back at him.

"Are you ready?" Jin asked, his voice soft, gentle, despite the overwhelming desire thrumming through his veins.

Namjoon nodded, his hands gripping Jin's shoulders as he lowered himself slowly onto him, the stretch making him gasp, but the fullness, the connection, was everything he needed. Jin groaned at the tightness, the heat surrounding him, and he fought to keep his control, to not lose himself entirely.

For a moment, they stayed like that, breathing in sync, bodies perfectly aligned. Then, Jin began to move, slow, deliberate thrusts, each one drawing a moan from Namjoon's lips. The rhythm built, faster, harder, until all that could be heard were the sounds of their bodies meeting, the ragged breaths, the whispered names.

Namjoon's nails dug into Jin's back, the pleasure mounting, coiling tight in his belly, until he couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry of Jin's name, he came, his release spilling between them, the sensation pushing Jin over the edge as well.

Jin followed seconds later, his hips jerking as he filled Namjoon, the pleasure overwhelming, leaving him trembling in its wake.

For a while, neither of them moved, both too spent, too satisfied to do anything but hold each other. The city outside continued its endless hum, but inside, in their little world, there was only peace, only the soft, steady beating of two hearts, perfectly in sync.

Finally, Namjoon lifted his head, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he met Jin's gaze. "I love you," he whispered, his voice still breathless, but filled with an emotion that made Jin's chest tighten.

"I love you too," Jin replied, brushing a strand of hair away from Namjoon's face before pulling him down into a gentle kiss.

The night was still young, but for now, they had all the time in the world.