One Night | BTS FF

Chapter 30

~Seokjin's POV~

Whenever I got back to the apartment  I walked in to see Namjoon lounging on the couch with the tv on and with a paper and a book. Whenever I walked in he turned down the tv and sat up, setting aside what he was doing. "Hey, hyung. How'd it go?"

"What?" I asked, as I took off my shoes.

"The interview. How did it go?"

"Whenever he stopped drilling me about how unqualified I am, he told me he'd let me intern for a day and if I'm good he'll let me have another." I said, and went over to him. I sat down next to him, and motioned towards the paper he had. "What are you doing?"

He lit up whenever I asked about him. "I was writing lyrics. Yoongi hyung, J-Hope and I are gonna go to that club again on Saturday. I think Jungkook is gonna come and sing too. So I've been writing down lyrics for a new song. I was hoping maybe I could get it done and ready before then, but at this rate I don't think I will. Not that it matters, anyway. I have plenty of other son--" I put my finger over his lips to shut him up.

"So you're writing lyrics. That's all I wanted to know." I said, and he nodded with a sigh. He took his paper and began to write again, and I frowned when he began to ignore me. I took the paper out of his hands and he looked at me with a frown.

"What are you doing?" He asked, and I leaned on him. He seemed surprised by my need for cuddles, but he wrapped his arm around me and smiled when I rested my head on his shoulder. He took his paper back from me and propped his leg up so he could read it closer, and my eyes fell to it.

I read over some of it before I asked, "How does a guy that's never been in love write a love song so well?"

"How do you know if I've ever been in love or not?"

"Because you only recently met me and I don't give you the time of day." I said, and he snorted.

"You sure are confident about that. You don't think there was anyone before you?"

"Am I second best?"

"No."

"Then I don't care." I said, and looked back to the tv. "By the way, since you got me the interview with Yoongi, I'll treat you to something. Since it went well, I mean."

"You're gonna cook for me?" He asked curiously, and I shook my head.

"You'll find out." I said, before I stood up and walked towards the hall. "I'm gonna shower."

"'Kay."

I shrugged off his lack of response and went to grab some clothes before I went into the bathroom. I left the door cracked open, and stripped off my clothes. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water, peeking at the door every now and then through the clear shower curtain as I washed my hair. About five minute into my shower, I noticed a hand peeking into the doorway. And then I saw his face. I watched Namjoon in the mirror as he shamelessly peeped on me. I finished washing up, vaguely aware of Namjoon's eyes on me the entire time. Whenever I stepped out, he backed away from the door a bit but kept watching through the crack. I rolled my eyes at him and grumbled, "I know you're there."

He remained quiet.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door wide, and he pretended to be going to his room. I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed him by his collar. I pulled him back and pushed him up against the wall. He gulped as he stared down at me, and I smirked. I pressed my body up against his and he stared down at me with wide eyes.

"Namjoon, you didn't actually think you were smooth, did you? I knew you were there that entire time."

"Th-Then why did you let me watch you?"

"I already told you I'd give you a treat, didn't I? You got to watch me shower. That's your treat."

"That's all of it?" He asked with a gulp.

"Do you want more?"

"..Yes." He mumbled. "I want a lot more. But you would never let me."

"You never know if you don't try." I said, and my lips gently grazed his. "I'm feeling obedient right now..." I mumbled, and my lips pressed against his. He seemed surprised by my actions, but he didn't waste any time before he kissed back and wrapped his arms around me. I let my towel fall and I moaned quietly against his lips whenever his hands cupped my ass. He picked me up and carried me to his room, never breaking the kiss as he did. He laid me down on his bed, and I leaned my head back whenever he ran his tongue up my torso as he crawled over me. I spread my legs for him, so he could comfortably hover over me. I whimpered quietly whenever he grabbed my length and began to tug slightly at my tip. He licked his lips as he stared down at me, before he leaned down and kissed my nipple. He began to plant small kisses along my torso as he played with me.

I whined quietly, arching my chest. He took my hand and gently wrapped it around my length. "Play with yourself." He mumbled, and I gulped before I obediently began to jerk off. I felt embarrassed by his watching eyes as I tugged desperately at my growing erection. He smirked at me, before he pulled me by my hips to the end of the bed. He crouched down at the bedside and I gasped whenever his tongue flicked over my entrance. He slipped his middle finger inside, and I winced at the uncomfortable feeling. Namjoon crawled up my body and kissed my cheek as he loosened me up. I grabbed the rim of his shirt and tugged, pulling it off of him before I unbuckled his belt and threw it off to the side. He added another finger while I was fumbling with his belt, and scissored the two inside me. I grunted in pain at the feeling as I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down with his underwear. Namjoon kicked them off before he pecked my lips and added a third finger. I groaned whenever I laid back, enjoying the small waves of pleasure that were starting to run through my body. Namjoon licked his lips at the sight of me, and pulled out his fingers. He positioned himself at my entrance and was about to push in, whenever there was a sudden knock on the door.

Both Namjoon and I frowned whenever we heard the knock. We started to ignore it, but before he could push in, there was a louder, more obnoxious knock on the door. Namjoon groaned in annoyance and kissed my cheek before he pushed off me to go see who it was. I whined as he put on some underwear and pants and left the room. I slipped under the blanket since it was cold, and whenever Namjoon came back minutes later, he was frowning.

"It was Yoongi." He grumbled as he dropped some papers on his nightstand.

"What did he want?" I asked with a frown.

"He was giving me some lyrics." He said, and sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair before he glanced down at me. He sat down on the bed next to me and kissed my forehead. "Still in the mood, or did he totally kill it?"

"Mmm...I still want it." I mumbled, and sat up. I pecked Namjoon's lip, and he smiled before he began to lay me back down on the bed. He took his pants and underwear back off and I let out a quiet moan as he pushed inside. Namjoon kissed me and intertwined our fingers before he began to thrust, taking up a slow and teasing pace which I was grateful for,
since I was still, in my head, a virgin considering I could hardly remember my first two times with him. Namjoon rolled his hips against mine and I bit my lip as he began to gradually speed up. A quiet moan escaped mg lips as he began to take up his faster pace, until I was on the brink of release. I let out a quiet gasp and whispered, "N-Namjoonie, I-I'm--!" I didn't get to finish my sentence before I released, two strips of my milky substance spurting out and coating my chest. Namjoon grunted at the sight and a few seconds later he came too. I shivered at the feeling of him releasing inside. He kissed my neck gently as he slowly pulled out, and leaned back to watch his cum pool out of my gaping entrance. He licked his lips before he groped my ass. He pecked my lips before he laid down next to me. I gulped as I glanced over at him, and stood up. I limped out of his room and retrieved some clothes, before I shut myself in my room. Namjoon didn't come after me either, though I knew he noticed me go in my room.

I blushed whenever I heard him call out, "I love you baby."

"D-Do your lyrical stuff and leave me alone!" I called back, and I heard a chuckle from his room. A few minutes later, I sighed and decided to take another shower to wash off the stench of sex. Once I was clean (again) I began to work on college work and got ready for the first day of internship tomorrow.