Wrong Puzzle Pieces But The Right Fit
Authour: bebitojoonie
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 4311
Ship: Jimin×Namjoon
Summary:
Jimin is a little tease and Namjoon has shitty self control.
With all the sexy -- and unexpected -- benefits of dating the korean mafia's leader in between.
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“Mmh,” Jimin moaned appreciatively, licking the milky sauce off of the spoon. His head dipped to the side as he closed his eyes in exaggerated euphoria, and Namjoon’s gaze followed the languid line of his arching neck. His fingers twitched restlessly and he tried to tap the feeling away.
The night had been a nonstop montage of this, the younger so unintentionally seductive and Namjoon generally suffering for it. It was all mounting upon itself -- waves of lust burning in his veins -- and now suddenly he found himself focused on counting backwards from a hundred, convincing his dick that no, he was not aroused. Of all things, this could not happen to him in the middle of hisrestaurant, the people at adjacent tables all guests and affluent players; in front of whom he absolutely could not be made a fool of.
Usually, he’d prefer to simply take care of the growing issue in his pants rather than pray it away, but Jimin had been anticipating tonight for such a long time that he was unwilling to ruin it. Namjoon was unexpectedly yielding when it came to the brunette, his normal expressions of apathy or even hostility both compromised themselves before his beautiful boyfriend. Jimin got away with murder and though it should aggravate him, it really was what drew him in instead; the unhesitating and unblinking defiance with which the petite man easily returned Namjoon, don of South Korea’s most dangerous mafia no less, set him in flames rather than provoking him.
“Joonie?” Jimin asked curiously, voice melodic. He sucked in a deep breath before looking back up and plastering a placating smile over his cheeks. If he could stop thinking about it, the problem would likely resolve itself, but Jimin’s reminder was no encouragement at the moment. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” the younger watched him in concern, sucking on the spoon absentmindedly, plush lips wrapped erotically around the head. They were shiny with spit, and Namjoon struggled internally, and failed, to glance away and act gentlemanly rather than appear unfavorably carnal.
He cleared his throat, for all intents that he seem unaffected, and shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong doll,” Namjoon stabbed the meat with his fork a bit too stiffly.
Jimin laughed, tinkling and delighted, and brushed back his hair, “If you say so.” Another slow bite, this time a fleck of pale cream spotting his cheek. Their eyes met and Jimin wiped the food away, sucking it off of his finger with an unnecessary sigh that seemed far too lavish for just a speck of cream. He felt his dick thrum with interest.
“You look gorgeous tonight Jimin,” he complimented roughly, distracting himself (but not really). His eyes moved over the lines of his deep blue velvet suit and the white button down that parted at the collarbone, his throat bare. “Is this new?”
Jimin smiled, pleased and his cheeks dusted lightly with pink. “I just bought it,” he confessed, “Taehyung suggested I get the piece during that show in Paris.” His smiled slightly, lowering his lashes and shifting so that his finger tugged innocently at his lip, “You really ought to see what’s underneath.”
