Private Investigator: Who Hit The Hit Man?

A Light Rain

I pulled up to his townhouse. Of course Namjoon lived on the other side of the city...

Turning off the engine sighing. Did I have to talk to him? No. But would it kill me if I didn't? Yes.

I got out and lightly slammed the car door shut. I pressed the fob and heard the beep, signalling it was locked.

The rain had become slower, hitting my jacket and dampening my hair.

I stood on the front walk and prepared myself.

Quickly tapping on the door, I backed away a bit.

A few seconds later, Namjoon opened it and stood speechless for a second.

"Oh, Seokjin-hyung, I wasn't expecting you." He said softly.

"I wanted to ask you more about the case." I am such a liar.

"Yeah, sure." Namjoon swung the door wider for me to enter. He was wearing non-descript pajama pants and a large black t-shirt to counter my jeans, fitted white shirt, and leather jacket.

 Nothing had changed in his house. At all.

I casually pulled a chair out from the table and sat down across Namjoon.

"Where's your assistant?"

"Sleeping, it is almost midnight," I said, averting eye contact.

"Oh." He said softly, I heard him scratching his cheek, making more noise against his slightly unshaven face. He's so sexy like this...

I glanced at the living room, the same dark wash couch, worn leather chairs, the stupid yellow rug. The entire room held it's same warm and cozy glow, I missed this place.

"So about the case." I started to say, still not making eye contact, for fear of saying what I really want to.

"Jin," He handed me a little shot glass of whiskey. "I don't see you for months, and I've been calling and calling, and finally I get to see you and you act like we're best friends, and now your here like nothing's wrong."

"What's your point?" I asked, rolling the little glass between my fingers, not yet taking a sip.

"My point is, we need to talk."

"About?" I raised an eyebrow, daring to look Namjoon in the eyes.

"Please don't play dumb." He looked concerned.

"I'm sorry," Namjoon said genuinely. "For swearing at you, and not trusting you, and not supporting your profession."

I felt tears creep up into the corners of my eyes. "I'm sorry for walking out."

Without warning, he pulled me into a hug. "Are we ok?" Namjoon asked holding my face. My arms immediately wrapped around his neck.

"Yeah." I dragged my hand from behind his head and across his lower abdomen.

He tensed a bit and I smirked.

I leaned him back into his chair and scooted closer.

Have some fun before I'm fucked into oblivion.

"So." I started, lightly running my fingers on his thighs. He glanced hastily at my hand. "What can you do for me~" I simpered.

"Uh, I- I-" Namjoon stuttered.

"About the case silly~" With a light touch, I slowly pulled my hand closer to his ever growing erection.

"Oh- um," He said softly, I gently laid my head in the crook of his neck, letting my hot breath tease him, I hummed. The vibration sending him over the edge.

Namjoon let out a soft moan and I watched him close his eyes as I started to palm him. I smiled to myself.

His hand caressed my back, dragging my shirt up with his touch. I could feel his nails start to lightly scrape me. I got off my chair and straddled him, roughly running my fingers through his hair. Namjoon started kissing my ear, which soon became my neck. I leaned back enough to rip off his shirt and take my shirt and jacket off. Namjoon stumbles up and instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He laid me down on the kitchen table and unbuckled my jeans, while my mind craved for the return of his touch. Once my underwear, pants, and socks were off, Namjoon hoisted me off the table and carried me to bed.

Once I was put down again I fumbled with the tie around his pyjama pants and slid off his boxers.

He laid himself on top of me and pressed his lips against mine, both of us melting into the sloppy kisses. I felt his tongue press against my lips and I let him explore my mouth. We stayed like this for a while, before Namjoon moved from my mouth to my chin and started sucking harshly.

I've missed you so much...

"Do you want this?" Namjoon breathed, pausing momentarily to admire the hickeys on my neck.

"Yes," I said. "Do you want this?"

"God, yes."

I entangled my arms around his neck again and flipped our position, so now I was on top. I pulled him in for another deep kiss.

Namjoon took control of our kiss again and pushed me back onto the bed. He slowly caressed up my legs, stopping to kiss the inner side of my thighs.

He held on to my throbbing dick and continued to make hickeys across my lower abdomen, gently massaging my chest, moving his lips up my body, making his way to my lips, his tongue exploring all the corners of my mouth.

"God, I love you Jin~" Namjoon ghosted over my lips.

"You have no idea how much I love you," I responded breathlessly.

Namjoon tugged at my hair and massaged my nipple. I melted under his touch, arching my back as he left love bites on my neck. The notting pressure in my groin growing rapidly.

"Joon-ah where's the lube?" I asked, breathless.

"Erm, I don't know." He said. "Its been a while, its probably where you put it last."

"Fuck, I don't know." I said, this is killing the mood...

"Try the pull out drawer." Namjoon said.

I reached past him to the bedside table and opened the top drawer, after rummaging around for a bit, my hands clasped around a smooth bottle. I pulled it out and handed it to Namjoon.

He put the bottle on the mattress next to me and when back to setting the mood.

He gently started applying pressure and the massaging my re-hard cock.

I started to moan, Namjoon continued to make hickeys and love bites across my skin. He met my lips and and I moaned into our kisses.

I heard the lube bottle opened and my heart skipped a beat in anticipation.

A/N The kitchen table is a reference to Jinnie the Kitty, just so you know. "I'm going to fuck you while you're having dinner." Is the line XD

Also, I tried to make the smooth as long as possible, I hope it was enjoyable~

(Sorry I'll stop XD)