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“Okay, everything’s packed! Everyone go to the bathroom one last time? I’m looking at you Jungkook!” Seokjin looks like a stressed mom as he rounds everyone up and stuffs one last cooler into the van.
“I already went, swear.” Jungkook promises.
“Alright, let’s load up!”
Namjoon shifts through his backpack, making sure he has all the essentials. Sunscreen - check. The current book he’s reading - check. AirPods- check.
He’s looking forward to a relaxing day at the beach with his friends. It’s been a long time coming, honestly.
“Okay, it’s almost a three hour car ride to the ocean so don’t forget anything because I will not turn this van around.” Seokjin says seriously as everyone begins to load up.
Namjoon does a quick head count. “Where’s Jimin?” He asks.
“Bathroom, he said he’ll be right out.” Hoseok answers as he settles into the middle row with Taehyung and Jungkook.
Namjoon settles into the third row by himself, just as Jimin bounds out of the house wearing the shortest, tightest swim shorts he’s ever seen.
They’re red, and so small and tight that it hugs his ass perfectly, almost like a second skin. And it just so happens, Jimin has the best ass he’s ever laid eyes on.
Jimin looks through the open doors, his lips dipping into a frown, eyebrows furrowing.
“Uh.. Where am I supposed to sit?” He asks.
With a frown, Namjoon turns to look around the van. Every single space that isn’t occupied by a person is covered by something Seokjin packed. Even the seats next to Namjoon are occupied by bags and chairs.
“Hyung,” Yoongi sighs from the passenger seat, exasperated. “Why didn’t you leave a seat open?”
Seokjin turns in his seat in the drivers side to assess everyone. “We ran out of space! It’s hard to pack for the perfect beach day for seven people.”
“Can’t we take anything out?” Namjoon asks. He’s starting to feel a little bad, especially as Jimin starts to look more and more distressed.
“No.” Seokjin says firmly. “Do you really think I’d pack anything that’s not absolutely essential?”
Knowing it’s useless to argue with the eldest guy here, everyone shuts up.
“Just sit in Namjoon-hyung’s lap.” Taehyung suggests.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “For almost three hours? That doesn’t sound comfortable for either of us.”
“Actually, um..” Jimin interrupts. “I really don’t mind.. as long as you’re comfortable with it, hyung.”
Namjoon isn’t sure if he’s comfortable with it or not, but it’s hard to say no to someone like Jimin, especially when he looks increasingly upset.
Jimin starts to shift from foot to foot awkwardly and Namjoon realizes he’s taking too long to answer and everyone’s staring at him expectantly.
“Sure, Jimin-ah.” Namjoon finally concedes, patting his lap. “Come on.”
With a big smile that makes his eyes turn into crescent moons, Jimin slides onto Namjoon’s lap and closes the van door shut.
It’s a super tight fit. They’re practically sandwiched between a mountain of stuff and the door, not leaving much room to move.
Namjoon grunts as Jimin gets situated in his lap, and yeah - it’s not very comfortable. Luckily, Jimin is well cushioned.
“Hold on to Jimin, since you can’t use a seatbelt.” Yoongi calls from the front.
Namjoon gently wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, his hands hovering right over his stomach.
“Is this okay?” Namjoon asks.
Jimin nods, glancing at Namjoon over his shoulder. “Yeah, I’m not crushing you am I?”
Namjoon shakes his head and gives him a reassuring smile. “You’re fine! Feel free to get comfortable.”
“Okay. Let me know if your legs start falling asleep and I’ll try to move.”
Namjoon’s arms tighten around Jimin to keep him from hitting his head on the ceiling of the van. He spreads his legs slightly to make it a little more comfortable with Jimin which turns out to be an even bigger mistake because the neneposition settles Jimin’s ass perfectly onto Namjoon’s crotch.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Namjoon tries not to think about how good Jimin’s ass feels pressed against him like this. Every bump brings a delicious friction that is certain to make him hard if this keeps up.
Moving his hands to Jimin’s hips, Namjoon tries to subtly shift him away from his cock, but Jimin resists, wiggling his hips so that he settles even more into him.
Namjoon could almost laugh from the frustration of it all. He gives up and leans his head against the seat, trying to distract himself.
It’s about twenty minutes into the drive, while everyone is belting out a song they all love, when Jimin gives a particular firm wiggle of his hips, making Namjoon’s voice stop in a hiccup.
Then he feels it, the tell-tale sign of his dick hardening in his pants.
Namjoon holds his breath, waiting for Jimin to move away, or to look at him in disgust, but he doesn’t. He stays perfectly still.
He closes his eyes and tries to think about kicked puppies or something to bring his hard-on down. Jimin is bound to notice any moment.
Namjoon decides to focus on the argument happening in front of them, about which beach activity is the best.
“Surfing, obviously.” Jungkook says. “Or volleyball.”
“Too much work.” Yoongi grumbles. “I like laying on a blanket in the shade and napping.”
Namjoon personally likes reading on the beach the most, listening to the waves in the background. He lets his mind wander to the plot of the book he’s reading, imagining the warmth of the sun on his skin as he reads.
It’s enough to make him doze off, just a little.
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There’s a warm weight on top of him and against Namjoon’s chest, pulling him slowly from his nap. Little bursts of pleasure prickle between his legs, and he sighs, pressing his nose against something soft that tickles his nose.
His arms tighten around the warm body nestled against him. The weight on top of him suddenly shifts, pushing a little more against his cock and suddenly the prickle turns into a sharp pleasure and it makes his eyes fly open, suddenly awake.
JImin has leaned back, his back against Namjoon’s chest, his head tipped back onto his shoulder. His pretty auburn hair tickles his cheek and when Namjoon leans to the side a little, he can see that Jimin’s eyes are closed.
Is he sleeping?
With a deep sigh, he peeks over Jimin’s shoulder to see what the others are doing. The music is softer now, more relaxed than earlier. Seokjin is chatting quietly with Yoongi in the front. Hoseok is asleep, with his head resting on Taehyung's shoulder, and Taehyung is watching something with Jungkook on his phone.
Jimin suddenly adjusts in his lap, and Namjoon is now completely aware of the uncomfortable tightness in his swim trunks.
Somehow, some way, Namjoon has become rock hard.
When Jimin moves again, his clothed cock ends up nestled right between those perfect cheeks and - why won’t he stop moving?!
Jimin finally goes still, seemingly comfortable, and Namjoon holds his breath, praying to and deity in the world that his cock softens before Jimin wakes up.
But he’d be lying if he said that Jimin doesn’t feel amazing against him.
Namjoon brings his hands to Jimin’s hips and rubs gentle circles, feeling the soft elastic of his swim shorts. It’s an innocent touch, simple skinship, like Jimin likes.
Namjoon relaxes in his seat again, closing his eyes, preparing for another cat nap.
Jimin moves again, rolling his hips in a circle right on his cock, and Namjoon would think Jimin was doing it on purpose if he didn’t know that he’s asleep.
Namjoon can’t fight the soft grunt that escapes him at the friction, his fingers tightening on his hips.
Even the smallest taste of friction has Namjoon craving more. He can’t even remember the last time he was this hard. He feels likes he’s throbbing against him.
Maybe it’s the horny haze that makes him push his hips up, chasing more of that delicious feeling.
It feels good- so good- but the moment he lets himself roll his hips up again, a wave of guilt crashes into him.
Jimin is sleeping for fucks sake, how depraved can Namjoon be?
He can’t help but let his thoughts spiral, about how much of a terrible friend he is.
Jimin trusts him with his whole heart and here is Namjoon, trying to rut into his ass like a horny teenager.
It’s disgusting. Namjoon is disgusting.
The self loathing session is enough to finally make his cock start to soften, and he sighs in relief.
This is fine. It was just a momentary lapse of judgement. He feels bad enough that he should stay soft now, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s not like he can control his body.
His relief suddenly flies out the window as Jimin rocks back into him again slow and purposeful.
Definitely purposeful.
Namjoon holds his breath, his cock springing back to life once more much to his dismay, but he stays still this time. Waiting.
This time, Jimin doesn’t stop. He moves slowly, back and forth, slow enough that it’s barely there. Namjoon’s breathing becomes heavier, and he squeezes Jimin’s hips tighter. Jimin grinds his ass harder against him in response and Namjoon can’t stop the gasp that leaves his lips.
Thankfully, no one seems to notice.
Swallowing heavily, Namjoon tilts his head to catch a glimpse of Jimin’s face and his heart stops in his chest.
Jimin’s eyes care still closed, but his brows are furrowed, and his lower lip is trapped between his teeth.
He's definitely awake. And he knows exactly what he’s doing to Namjoon.
And not only does Jimin knows exactly what he’s doing, he seems to be enjoying it. That knowledge goes straight to his cock.
He glances in front of them again. There’s enough stuff blocking the view from the lower half of their bodies, as well as the seats. As long as no one pays too much attention to them, they should be none the wiser.
Right?
Namjoon leans back again and closes his eyes, letting Jimin move against him, the friction barely there, not enough to bring any real relief, but enough to keep his cock hard and interested. Jimin likes toying with Namjoon like this, he probably feels powerful making him hard like this in front of everyone.
Does he want Namjoon to touch him? Does he want him to reveal that he knows exactly what he’s doing? There’s only one way to find out.
When Jimin pushes his hips down again, Namjoon suddenly grips his hips hard and holds him firmly in his lap, thrusting his own hips up at the same time and stilling.
The sudden harsh friction makes him suck in a sharp breath.
But what makes Namjoon’s cock twitch right where it’s nestled between his cheeks his the quiet whine that escapes Jimin’s parted lips.
Jimin tries to move his hips again but Namjoon doesn’t let him, he holds him tight enough to bruise. He pushes his hips up a little harder, letting Jimin feel every single inch of him. Can he feel the way he’s throbbing?
Namjoon tilts his head and brushes his lips against the shell of Jimin’s ear.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He whispers in his ear.
Jimin inhales sharply, cheeks turning the prettiest shade of pink. Namjoon leans back enough for Jimin to turn his head that still rests on his shoulder to make eye contact with him.
Jimin looks absolutely wrecked already. Heavy lidded eyes, pupils blown wide, plush lips red and bitten. Namjoon has always found Jimin beautiful, but he’s downright delicious like this.
They lock eyes, and Jimin’s lashes flutter, kissing his flushed cheeks.
“Please,” Jimin whispers, not at all answering the question. “Please..”
Namjoon exhales shakily as he uses every ounce of his willpower to not kiss Jimin right now, to not bite down on those sinful lips.
Instead, he loosens the grip on his hips and slides one hand to his stomach instead, over the soft white fabric of his button up shirt. Jimin shivers at the touch and immediately begins to rock his hips again, grinding down harder and more insistently than before.
Namjoon glances ahead to make sure no one is watching before he dips his fingers under the shirt to feel his warm skin.
Jimin has the softest skin on his belly. Namjoon stokes his fingertips right over his abdomen, feeling the muscles jump with the tickling sensation.
He skims his fingers over the waistband of his swim shorts, smiling when Jimin’s breath hitches.
But Namjoon isn’t ready to give Jimin what he wants just yet. He wants to see how far he can take this first.
Namjoon pushes his hand up his shirt further, before brushing over a pert nipple.
Jimin arches beautifully at the small touch, a quiet gasp escaping him.
“Easy, baby.” Namjoon rasps in his ear, smiling as he feels Jimin’s full body shiver against him. “Or else we’ll get caught.”
He firmly pinches a nipple and Jimin fucking whines. Luckily, the music swelled at that exact moment, drowning out the noise.
“Can you turn the music up?” Namjoon asks, and Jimin jumps at the sudden change of volume in his voice.
“Sure.” Yoongi answers from the front before turning the hip hop music up.
That should definitely help the situation.
Namjoon presses his nose into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply. Jimin smells sweet, like peaches and vanilla, and it only serves to drive Namjoon crazier.
He alternates between each nipple, pinching, pulling, rolling the buds between his fingertips. Jimin squirms in his lap, driving his clothed cock even deeper between his cheeks. The temperature in the car raises as the boys get more worked up. Namjoon thinks he could cum just like this, but he wants to feel his skin first.
He reaches down and brushes his palm against Jimin’s erection, making him gasp.
Jimin is absolutely rock hard, and Namjoon is sure if he were able to see the front of him he would see his entire length straining against his stupidly tight swim shorts.
Namjoon thinks the younger man must feel so uncomfortable being so hard in such a tight outfit.
Feeling a little bolder, Namjoon presses his hand fully against his erection, the heel of his hand pressing right against the tip. He can feel a wet patch right there, staining through his swim shorts.
Namjoon has to bite back a groan. Jimin is so wet already and he’s barely even touched him.
“You’re so wet.” Namjoon breathes in his ear, delighting in the fervent nod the other gives. Truthfully, Namjoon probably is just as wet, if the stickiness he feels in his trunks is anything to go by.
“Please,” Jimin gasps again, biting his lip hard to muffle his whimper as Namjoon fully strokes him through his shorts. “Hyung, please.”
Namjoon can’t help the sort of twisted pleasure he feels when he hears Jimin beg like this. That he’s so needy just from having his cock pressed against him. It’s dizzying, to be wanted so badly.
“What do you need, angel?” Namjoon asks quietly, brushing his lips against the pulse point of his neck.
“Just.. Just touch me more.” Jimin whispers back, giving a firm wiggle of his hips.
Namjoon doesn’t think he could say no right now even if he wanted to. Not when Jimin is so desperate and needy in his lap.
So, Namjoon grasps the edge of his shorts and waits for Jimin to raise his hips before pulling his shorts down just enough to free Jimin’s cock. He hears the slight ‘smack’ of it wetly hitting his stomach, and Namjoon immediately wraps his hand around the base, pulling a soft needy whimper from Jimin.
Compared to Namjoon, Jimin is much smaller, but he’s thick.
He can practically feel the heat of his skin through his swim trunks, now that a layer of cloth is gone. The only thing separating his cock from Jimin’s ass is Namjoon's swim trunks.
The knowledge both excites him and frustrates him because he needs to feel his cock nestled between those cheeks. He needs to feel his soft skin, needs Jimin to feel the depth of how horny Namjoon is for him.
Reminding himself that patience is a virtue and they have at least two more hours in this car, Namjoon strokes up, gathers the precum dripping from the tip, and strokes back down. Jimin’s hips immediately jerk up, trying to chase his touch, wanting to desperately fuck into his hand while also grinding back into Namjoon's lap.
Namjoon digs his thumb into his slit and Jimin moans just loud enough to be heard over the speaker.
Taehyung looks over his shoulder just as Jimin raises his phone to his eye level, promptly hiding his face from view.
“You okay?” Taehyung asks. Namjoon’s hand stops moving and he hides behind Jimin’s back, holding his breath. Fuck. If they get caught, Namjoon will literally fling himself out of this van while it’s moving. He’d never survive the embarrassment.
“Yep!” Jimin chirps. “The bump made me hit hyung’s knee. I’m fine.”
Taehyung hums and turns back around, resuming his movie with Jungkook.
Namjoon waits, unmoving, for a few moments before he leans in and bites down on Jimin’s shoulder, making the younger man gasp.
“I said, be quiet.” Namjoon whispers to him. “If you can’t be good, I’ll stop right now.”
“N-no,” Jimin pleads under his breath. “I’ll be good I suh-swear.”
Namjoon hums against his skin, letting Jimin ache for just a moment longer before he begins to stroke him again, slow but hard, twisting his wrist with every upward stroke.
He uses his free hand, that’s still playing with his nipples, to press Jimin back against his chest even more, so he can hook his chin over his shoulder and look down his body and - fuck.
Jimin’s cock is just as pretty as he is, thick, pink, and glistening.
“Look at you,” Namjoon breathes, watching as the head of his cock disappears and reappears in his fist with every stroke. “So hard just from my grinding against my dick. Such a needy little cockslut aren’t you?”
Jimin keens at his words and nods, so unashamed.
“Wanna feel you.” Jimin whispers to him. He turns his head towards him, plush lips grazing the lobe of his ear. “Please hyung, please let me feel your cock.”
Namjoon groans quietly, his dick throbbing in anticipation.
Well, he’s certainly not going to deny him.
“Shit, okay, lift up a little.” Namjoon whispers, letting go of his cock. Jimin leans further back against him and lifts his hips up as high as he can, and Namjoon reaches underneath and pushes his swim trunks down until they’re mid thigh.
His cock springs free, slapping hard against his stomach. He’s already a mess, precum slicking his entire length, maybe even more than Jimin. The head of his cock is so red it almost looks painful.
Namjoon grasps his length with one hand and gently guides Jimin back down, until his cock is nestled snugly between his ass cheeks.
The sensation is heavenly. He hugs him so tightly he can only imagine how he would feel inside of him.
Jimin is so soft, so warm and so smooth.
“Big..” he hears Jimin mumble as he rocks back and forth, his precum providing an effortless glide against his hole. His very smooth hole.
“Do you wax?” Namjoon finds himself asking, lips near his ear. When Jimin nods, he nearly growls, his hips pushing up a little harder to chase his warmth further.
It’s getting harder to hide what they’re doing, especially as Jimin grows a little more frantic, spurred on by their skin finally pressed together.
“Slow down, angel.” Namjoon whispers, long fingers wrapping around his cock again and making Jimin’s hips stutter.
Jimin whines, high and needy and barely drowned out by the music and Namjoon finds himself digging his thumb into his slit hard while he slaps a hand over Jimin’s mouth to muffle his moan.
“Fuck, look at you.” Namjoon whispers, nipping at his neck. “You’re shaking.”
He feels Jimin’s lips move against his hand, then wetness. With a shaky breath, Namjoon slides his hand down and dips two fingers between Jimin’s lips.
Jimin immediately begins to suck on them, his soft tongue swirling expertly around the digits.
Namjoon glances towards the front, making sure no one has noticed anything, before he begins to gently push and pull his fingers in and out, going a little deeper each time.
Turns out, Jimin doesn’t have a fucking gag reflex.
That conclusion makes Namjoon bite down on Jimin’s shoulder to muffle his groan. He continues thrusting his fingers in time with the strokes on Jimin’s cock.
Jimin seems to be lost in himself, eyes closed as he worships Namjoon’s fingers with his tongue.
He’s so stunning.
Namjoon pulls his fingers from his mouth with a faint pop and brings the wet digits underneath Jimin’s shirt again, toying with his nipples again. They harden instantly with the cooling spit on them.
“Hyung..” Jimin whines, turning his head. Namjoon shivers when he feels Jimin press his lips against the side of his neck. Namjoon keeps his eyes towards the front, biting his lower lip to keep from making noise as Jimin licks a long stripe along his pulse point.
“Fuck me.” Jimin whispers against his skin. “I have lube in my bag.”
Any sense of self control Namjoon might have had is out the window in an instant.
He opens his mouth to ask him where his bag is, when a choked sound in front of them makes both of their heads snap up and all movements stop.
Taehyung is staring right at them, wide-eyed and unblinking, and obviously aware of what’s going on by the pink dusting his cheeks.
Shit. Shit. Fuck.
He fucking knows. And now Namjoon is going to have to come up with a lame excuse, maybe even throw himself out of the window, and if he somehow survives that maybe even move out of the country and change his identity.
He’s mortified.
Both Namjoon and Jimin hold their breath as they stare at Taehyung, who hasn’t moved a muscle since catching them.
Taehyung’s eyes glance down, towards their laps even though he probably can’t see much, before slowly raising to lock with Jimin’s. Jimin is silent, barely breathing as the two best friends stare.
Meanwhile, Namjoon is about to have a full on panic attack. Did he just potentially ruin the friendship between Jimin and Taehyung? Namjoon is trying to think of something, anything, to say. Something that can be used as an excuse.
Namjoon opens his mouth to speak, but the words die on his lips immediately.
Jimin starts moving his hips again.
Eyes locked with Taehyung's, Jimin slowly grinds back and forth on Namjoon’s cock, subsequently also fucking himself into Namjoon’s still tight fist.
Namjoon’s eyes snap to Jimin’s face, and nearly cums right then and there just from the look he’s giving his best friend.
Jimin’s eyes are heavy as they gaze at him, lids drooping, lashes fluttering. His lips are parted, soft gasps leaving them when Namjoon tightens his hand around him.
Jimin likes being watched.
Namjoon pushes aside his embarrassment to look at Taehyung’s face.
Taehyung’s eyes are still wide, but now there’s a pretty flush rising on his neck. His lips are parted, and he can’t seem to stop licking them. He subtly twists his body towards Jungkook, so he’s sitting sideways in his seat to watch them better.
Jungkook doesn’t notice.
Taehyung doesn’t look disgusted. If anything, he looks really intrigued.
“Hyung..” Jimin’s soft voice brings Namjoon’s attention back to him and he’s suddenly hyper aware of the now intensified aching in his own cock.
Namjoon leans in and presses soft kisses against Jimin’s neck, smiling against his skin when his shivers in his lap. He glances towards Taehyung as he begins to pinch Jimin’s nipples again, feeling the warmth of satisfaction when the curly haired man’s eyes immediately follow the movement under Jimin’s shirt.
Time seems to be frozen in this moment. Jimin continues to rub his ass on Namjoon’s cock, and Taehyung continues to watch, looking increasingly wrecked by the second.
The spell is only broken when Jimin reaches beside Namjoon to pull out a small backpack.
Taehyung and Namjoon both stare at the bag in Jimin’s hand. Namjoon’s spine tingles in anticipation as he unzips it, the sound too loud for the moment. Taehyung even glances in front of him, but still, no one else is none the wiser.
The bag is set down next to Namjoon again and Jimin grips a small bottle of lube in his hand. Namjoon can’t hold back quiet groan that escapes him at the sight of it and what it means.
Taehyung locks eyes with him for the first time, and Namjoon feels all the air leave his body from the dark intensity of his gaze.
Namjoon jumps when he feels Jimin pulling his hand away from his cock and giving him the bottle of lube instead.
The plastic is slippery in his hand with his precum-slicked skin, but he manages to open it. He pours some over his fingers with shaking hands.
Namjoon has no idea how they’re going to manage this, he’s never prepped someone in the backseat of a car before, especially in a packed backseat.
But Jimin isn’t deterred. He plants his feet and leans forwards towards Taehyung, arching his back and lifting his hips from Namjoon’s lap.
Namjoon can’t see his hole from this angle, but his cheeks are positively glistening from his precum.
“Fuck.” Namjoon whispers under his breath, unable to stop himself from gripping those plush cheeks and squeezing.
Jimin wiggles his hips playfully, making his ass jiggle just a little, and Namjoon has to refrain from giving him a little spank. That would surely draw everyone’s attention.
He braces one hand on the small of his back, gently massaging the tender skin, and brings the other hand between his cheeks. He dips his fingers, biting his lips when his index finger grazes his smooth hole. He feels it clench in response to his touch, and Namjoon relishes in it, gently rubbing circles around the rim.
Jimin pushes back, nudging his hand, obviously feeling a little impatient. Namjoon feels a little frantic himself, they’ve been working themselves up for an hour.
Taking a deep breath, Namjoon slowly pushes a finger inside, the lube making the stretch easier.
Namjoon gives him a few moments to adjust to the intrusion before he begins to move his finger slowly in and out, reaching a little deeper with every inward thrust.
He hears a little whimper from Jimin, and he leans to the side so he can see what’s happening.
Jimin is practically nose to nose with Taehyung now, their eyes still locked on each other. If Jimin just leaned in a little more, their lips would brush and suddenly Namjoon has an intense desire to witness that.
And Taehyung wants it, Namjoon can tell by the way his eyes keep darting from Jimin’s eyes to his lips.
Namjoon has no idea how Jungkook is still oblivious, until he notices the AirPods in his ears. Hoseok is still blissfully asleep on the other side of Taehyung, and Namjoon can’t even see Yoongi and Seokjin from here.
He hears a barely audible “another”, and Namjoon slides in a second finger. Jimin hisses at the slight discomfort, but he adjusts quickly, stretching more and more as Namjoon scissors him open.
Jimin’s panting in Taehyung’s face, breath ghosting over his lips and Namjoon wants them to kiss so badly. He’s half tempted to push Jimin forward to make it happen but he refrains, still lucid enough to recognize that just because they look like they want it, doesn’t mean they do.
Still, it’d be fucking hot.
When Jimin feels stretched enough he adds a third finger, watching in fascination as Jimin’s thighs shake and he clenches so tightly around his fingers.
He’s about to clench around his cock just like that. Namjoon throbs in anticipation.
When Namjoon looks up again, he sees Jimin with a hand tangled in Taehyung’s curls, lips at his ear. He’s whispering something Namjoon can’t make out from here, but it must be good from the way Taehyung’s eyes darken and get more glassy by the second.
He desperately wants to know what Jimin is saying. Even though he literally has his fingers shoved in his ass, he wants to feel Jimin’s lips at his ear whispering filth.
And he wants to make him cry as he fucks him so -
“Bathroom!” Taehyung shouts suddenly, making everyone jump.
Namjoon stops moving, knuckle deep in Jimin, and Jimin moves away from Taehyung so fast that Namjoon’s fingers reach deeper on accident, making Jimin gasp.
“Did I NOT say to go before we left?” Seokjin complains from the front seat.
“It’s a three hour ride, hyung.” Taehyung whines. “Please.”
“Fine.” Seokjin sighs. “There’s a rest stop coming up. We can use the bathroom and stretch our legs for a minute.”
Namjoon gingerly pulls his fingers out of Jimin and the younger man slumps back into his chest and closes his eyes, body shaking.
What happened with Taehyung?
Namjoon looks up towards Taehyung but he already turned back around. He wraps his arms around Jimin and gently rubs his belly.
“You okay?” He whispers in his ear.
Jimin hums, opening one eye to peek at him. “I’m asleep.” He whispers very seriously before closing his eyes again and relaxing his features.
The fuck?
Five minutes later, Seokjin pulls into a rest stop which is thankfully not busy. Taehyung wakes up Hoseok and everyone starts to get out, except for Jimin and Namjoon.
“Go ahead without us, take your time.” Namjoon says. “We don’t have to go.”
Everyone shuts their doors and makes their way towards the building. Taehyung is the last to leave, looking over his shoulder at them for a long moment before turning away, an obvious tent in his own swim trunks.
As soon as the door shuts, Jimin is sitting up and twisting in his lap so he can sit sideways enough so he can grab Namjoon by the hair and crash their lips together.
It’s bruising, more teeth than anything, but it feels so good.
“Hyung..” Jimin whines, moving so that he’s straddling his hips instead. He looks down the line of their bodies, eyes widening when he sees Namjoon’s cock out in the open for the first time, still hard and slick.
“I always knew you’d be big, but.. fuck.” Jimin whispers.
He curls his fingers around the base, but his hand doesn’t even wrap all the way around him and - shit - Namjoon is feeling a little crazy.
He groans, low and free, throwing his head back just from the visual of his small hand wrapped around his big cock.
“What were you thinking, huh?” Namjoon asks, grasping his hips in a bruising grip and pulling his body flush against his. “Wore those tight shorts on purpose didn’t you? So you could grind in my lap like some needy little slut?”
Jimin whimpers, mouth falling open when Namjoon roughly palms at his ass, pulling the cheeks apart and exposing his slicked hole to the world.
He delivers a harsh smack to a cheek, smiling when Jimin moans out embarrassingly loud.
“Answer me, angel.” Namjoon says, rubbing his hand soothingly over the already reddening skin of his ass cheek.
“Y-yes,” Jimin moans, burying his face in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, kissing and nipping at the heated skin.
Jimin is addictive. Everything about him is just so good. How open and pliant he is, how he wants to please so badly.
Namjoon wonders why they didn’t do this much sooner.
“Your cock felt so big, even when soft.” Jimin mumbles into his neck. “I wanted to feel you get hard.”
“Yeah?” Namjoon rasps, pressing their hips together, their cocks sliding deliciously against each other. “Now what do you want?”
“Fuck me.” Jimin answers immediately pulling back to look into Namjoon’s eyes. “I’m ready hyung, please.” He looks so desperate right now, squirming in his lap, trying to make Namjoon press against his hole.
“I won’t last long but puh-please.” Jimin begs, pulling Namjoon in for another mind-numbing kiss.
Namjoon has no idea when the others will return, he just hopes that Taehyung will try to distract everyone enough.
“Fuck, yeah, okay.” Namjoon breathes, grabbing the lube again.
“Face the front again, in case they come back.” Namjoon says, though hiding something like this will be impossible anyway.
Still, Jimin scrambles to do what he says, maneuvering until they’re back in their original position.
Jimin braces his hands on the seats in front of him, leaning forwards and lifting his hips so Namjoon can line himself up.
“Wait.” Namjoon says. “Condom?”
“I’m clean.” Jimin says impatiently, wiggling his hips enticingly. “You are too, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then hurry up and fuck me.”
Namjoon uses one hand to spread his cheeks, his other gripping his cock and rubbing circles along the rim. His breath hitches when the tip catches and he slowly guides Jimin down, the younger man whining as he takes him inch by inch.
He feels better than he ever could have imagined. He’s so tight and warm.
“Oh, god.” Jimin whimpers once he’s fully seated. He rests his forehead against the seats in front of him, soft little moans escaping him as he adjusts to Namjoon’s more than average size.
Namjoon takes deep breaths, hands running gentle circles on his hips. “You okay?” He asks, his own voice coming out deep and breathless.
“Yeah. S’full.” Jimin slurs, sounding absolutely wrecked already. He lifts up halfway, before dragging his hips back down, punching a moan from Namjoon’s chest. He has to fight the urge to jack hammer into his tight heat. It’s almost a primitive instinct, the way he wants to completely destroy him.
But it doesn’t take long for Jimin to echo his thoughts. “Okay,” he gasps. “Harder.”
Namjoon guides Jimin to lean back in his arms until his back is pressed against his chest, his head on his shoulder. He turns his head and presses their lips together as he plants his feet and fucks up into him in deep, hard thrusts.
Jimin turns into putty in his arms nearly instantly, his mouth going slack against his, unable to keep up with the kiss any longer. Namjoon pulls back enough to watch his face, the way his eyes roll back with every deep thrust.
“Fuck, angel.” Namjoon groans, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses against his neck. “You’re perfect.”
And he is. He opens up for him so beautifully, he lets Namjoon fuck him with reckless abandon, taking whatever Namjoon gives him.
“Good,” Jimin moans, digging his nails into Namjoon’s thighs. “So good, hyung.”
As Namjoon practically shakes the van with the force of his thrusts he can’t fathom how it’s taken them so long to get to this point. Jimin is flawless.
The van door suddenly slides open and Namjoon’s heart jumps to his throat, his sight blocked by Jimin except for the flash of curly hair.
Taehyung slams the door shut behind him and climbs back into his seat. Jungkook got distracted by some squirrels.” He says, his already deep voice sounding even deeper with his arousal. “But they’ll be back soon.”
“Fuck, Tae.” Jimin gasps, pushing himself off of Namjoon’s chest. He grabs at Taehyung, small fingers clutching his mess of curls, and the two finally kiss and it’s fucking hot.
Namjoon can only watch, his cock twitching inside Jimin at the sight, as their tongues swirl together. The sounds of lips smacking and the slapping of skin combined with the squelch of lube is so obscene but it makes Namjoon increasingly dizzy.
“How does hyung’s cock feel?” Taehyung asks as Jimin starts pressing kisses into his neck.
“Mm, s’good.” Jimin whimpers. They talk as if Namjoon isn’t even here, as if he’s just an object of pleasure and honestly he’s loving it.
Taehyung sits up on his knees on the seats, and Namjoon watches over Jimin’s shoulder as Jimin’s arm reaches down. A shaky moan comes from Taehyung and there’s no doubt that Jimin is now jerking off his best friend.
“Fuck, you’re both so hot.” Namjoon groans. Taehyung meets his eyes and grins, wide and boxy and mischievous.
“Yeah?” Taehyung asks, bringing his attention to Namjoon for the first time. “Maybe I can have a turn next time.”
Namjoon had never considered fucking Taehyung before (not that he’s ever thought of Jimin either before now), but now the idea makes every nerve ending in his body light up, driving him to fuck Jimin harder and faster.
It’s so hot in the van, beads of sweat are rolling down Namjoon’s body, making his shirt stick to his skin. The air is hot and thick and it already reeks of sex.
Only complete idiots would be fooled.
But right now, Namjoon is a horny idiot so these considerations don’t matter.
“Shit.” Taehyung gasps, looking out the window. “They’re coming back.” He gives Jimin one last searing kiss and winks at Namjoon before he tucks himself back into his pants and sits back down in his seat.
Jimin slumps back in Namjoon’s arms, chest heaving, and Namjoon stills his hips just as the door opens.
It’s noisy as everyone clambers inside. “Why is it so hot in here?” Yoongi asks as the car starts. The windows are rolled down to let air in, and Namjoon is stuck with a lingering thought.
Are his friends idiots?
Seokjin pulls back onto the road and Hoseok is quick to curl up and fall back to sleep. Namjoon holds Jimin close, both of their heartbeats slowing.
Namjoon is still achingly hard and buried deep inside Jimin. But they can’t move, not without being obvious.
Jimin is shaking in his arms, his breath coming out in soft pants. Every slight shift of his hips makes a small whine escape from him.
“Jimin.” Namjoon warns softly, squeezing his hips.
“Hyung,” Jimin whimpers, tears in his eyes. “So-so deep, hyung..”
Jimin can’t stop clenching around him, and Namjoon has to bury his face in Jimin’s neck to muffle his moans. He feels exhausted from being edged for so long.
He’s craving more. Now that he’s had a taste of what it’s like to really fuck Jimin, it’s all he wants to do.
He wants to feel Jimin squeeze Namjoon’s cock as he comes, he wants to fuck into Jimin as he’s pliant and whimpering from overstimulation, and he wants to feel the sweet release of finally letting go, pumping him completely full.
It’s driving him so crazy, he’s starting to think he wouldn’t care if they got caught. It wouldn’t take long anyway.
Jungkook suddenly laughs at whatever Seokjin said, making Namjoon jump, effectively jostling Jimin, and causing him to brush against his prostate.
“Oh!” Jimim moans out, almost head butting Namjoon from throwing his head back.
Taehyung looks over his shoulder at them and gives a knowing smile, dark eyes raking over a trembling Jimin.
They’re so fucking obvious.
Namjoon presses soothing kisses against Jimin’s skin as he snakes a hand around him and grasps his cock, stroking slowly. Jimin arches his back and parts his lips, but Namjoon presses a hand to his mouth before any sound could escape.
“Bite.” He commands in his ear.
Jimin whimpers as he bites down on Namjoon’s hand, just as Namjoon presses harder against his prostate. His bite is hard, likely not intentional, and it stings, but in a good way. The pain grounds him, keeps him from teetering over the edge too soon.
He digs his thumb into Jimin’s slit, earning a high pitched whine from the younger.
At this point it doesn’t even matter if everyone notices, not when Jimin whimpers and cries so prettily on top of him.
Jimin’s squeezing him so tight, Namjoon can feel his own heart beat through his cock. It’s borderline painful how badly he needs to cum.
He’s so caught up in the feeling, so caught up IN Jimin that he doesn’t even register the music in the van suddenly turning down, making Jimin’s whines around Namjoon’s hand obvious.
“So,” Seokjin speaks up. “Are we gonna talk about what’s been going on in the backseat?”
This time, Jimin does manage to head butt Namjoon while simultaneously nearly toppling off of his lap. Namjoon groans, forehead aching, vision slightly blurry.
His mind is split between the realization that they actually got caught and how delicious it felt when Jimin moved, the drag against his walls almost overstimulating.
But Jimin’s high pitched “what?” snaps him out of his horny haze, and suddenly his whole body is burning with embarrassment.
“You’re not subtle at all.” Seokjin continues, glancing at them through the rear view mirror. Yoongi hums in agreement, twisting around in his seat to look at them directly. “We’ve been enjoying the show from up here, actually.”
Jungkook lifts his head and pulls an AirPod out of one of his ears. “Also, it reeks of sex in here.”
“Oh god.” Namjoon groans, absolutely mortified.
“I think the only one who hasn’t noticed is Hoseok-hyung.” Taehyung chimes in, glancing at Hoseok, who is still curled up asleep. “Should we wake him?”
“Why would you do that?” Jimin asks, voice impossibly soft and breathless.
“So he can join in on the fun, of course.”
“Join in?” Namjoon echoes. He grabs Jimin’s hips and attempts to lift him off, not able to take a second more of this embarrassment, but Yoongi clicks his tongue at them.
“Don’t stop.” Yoongi scolds. “Finish what you started.”
“… what?” Namjoon can’t help it, he’s horny, confused, and his mind is feeling, unable to form any coherent thoughts.
“Hyung, for fuck’s sake.” Jimin whines. He lifts himself off of his cock, whimpering at the empty feeling he’s left with.
“Now is not the time to be your dumb beautiful self.” He says as he turns around so that he’s facing him and straddling his hips. “I need you to fuck me so hard I cry, or so help me I will die.”
Jimin cups Namjoon’s face in his hands and brings their lips together, much softer than the first time, so that Namjoon can really feel how soft and plush his lips really are.
Everything about Jimin is so sweet. His peachy scent, his lips, his soft little gasps and whimpers when Namjoon licks into his mouth.
The kiss quickly turns more depraved when Namjoon lines himself back up sinks into that tight heat. Jimin wastes no time, immediately planting his knees on the seats by Namjoon’s thighs and bouncing on his cock.
There’s no holding back now, Jimin moans freely and loudly. The lewd sound of skin slapping fills the air and Namjoon can’t help but wonder if any cars who are passing them notice what’s happening.
Especially since the windows are now completely rolled down.
Being able to finally have Jimin without having to worry feels so good. Namjoon plants his feet and thrusts up into him hard and fast, reducing Jimin to a shaking, crying mess in his lap.
Another soft smacking sound fills his ears, and curiosity gets the best of Namjoon. He reaches up and grabs a handful of Jimin’s hair before pulling him to the side, far enough for him to latch his lips to his neck, and be able to see behind him.
Taehyung and Jungkook are locked together in a deep kiss, tongues dancing and teeth biting.
Namjoon is sure he’s about to blow his load just from watching those two kiss, but a strangled sound from the front seat diverts his attention.
He can see Seokjin’s hands on the steering while, gripping so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. He can see another pair of hands come to his vision, disappearing, then the unmistakable sound fabric rustling.
Namjoon watches in fascination as Yoongi leans over, head disappearing, and a soft “christ” from Seokjin.
“Yah,” Jimin suddenly says, sliding his fingers through Namjoon’s hair and yanking hard enough to make him pull back from his neck with a gasp. “Eyes on me, hyung.”
“Yeah, don’t be rude.” Taehyung says breathlessly, giggling when Jungkook nips at his exposed collarbone.
Namjoon opens his mouth to answer, but is interrupted by a soft moan from Seokjin. He glances over and can see the steady bob of Yoongi’s blonde head.
Shit.
He almost makes a comment on how unsafe that is, but the thought leaves his mind in an instant when Jimin rolls his hips in figure eights. Jimin braces his hands back on Namjoon’s knees and leans back, letting him see him in all his beautiful naked glory. The head of his cock is positively oozing.
Namjoon wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it slowly as Jimin rolls his hips at an almost leisurely pace. “You’re beautiful.” Namjoon finds himself saying, delighted at the shy smile Jimin gives him.
“What the…” Hoseok’s voice comes from in front of them. “Am I really having this dream again?”
Jimin giggles, bright and loud. “Again?!”
Seokjin laughs from the front seat, nearly making Yoongi choke on him.
“Shit, Yoongi-ah.” Seokjin groans when Yoongi’s throat constricts around his cock. “Sorry.”
“Oh, shit..” Hoseok says, eyes wide as he looks around at everyone. “This is really happening?
“Yeah.” Jungkook answers, voice getting huskier as Taehyung does something with his hands that Namjoon can’t see from here. “You gonna join or what?”
There’s so much happening in every corner of the van, it’s a miracle Seokjin is still able to drive like this.
The van becomes a cacophony of moans, giggles, kissing, and lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin.
It’s filthy, it’s overstimulating, but everything slowly fades into the background when Namjoon finally feels the warmth bubbling in his belly.
It’s a miracle they’ve both lasted this long. Time has lost all meaning at this point, it feels like they’ve been on the edge for hours. They can’t be far from the beach now.
“Hyung,” Jimin whines, pressing their foreheads together.
“Please,” Jimin pleads, grinding his hips in slow circles. “Wanna cum. Want you to fill me up.”
Namjoon exhales shakily, running one hand up his back until he’s gripping the back of Jimin’s neck.
“You’ve been so good for me, angel.” Namjoon whispers, pecking his nose.
“Poor baby’s been stretched open for so long.” Namjoon coos, peppering his face in sweet kisses. Jimin whimpers, tears still spilling down his cheeks, and Namjoon carefully kisses each one away.
“Let hyung take care of you now.” Namjoon says before kissing him deeply.
Namjoon somehow lifts Jimin up and turns them around without bumping Jimin's head, until Jimim is in Namjoon’s spot and partly lying down on the seat as well as a pile of stuff.
Not the most comfortable, but Namjoon needs the leverage. His legs feel absolutely numb, now.
“Ohh he’s about to give it to him.” He hears Jungkook say.
“Go on hyung, fuck him like he deserves.” Taehyung says, before being cut off by a kiss from Hoseok.
Namjoon hovers over Jimin’s body, gripping the backrest of the seat with one hand to keep from jostling too much.
Jimin is a panting, shaking, sweaty mess underneath him and he’s never been more beautiful to Namjoon then he is right now.
Part of him wishes they were in a bed so he could fuck him into the mattress, with plenty of room to take him apart.
Next time.
Jimin wraps his legs around his waist, keeping him close, practically begging to be filled. He brings a hand down his chest to wrap around his cock, before Namjoon grabs his wrist to stop him.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.” Namjoon says with a smirk.
“But hyung..” Jimin protests, lower lip jutting out in a pout that’s too cute for the situation they’re in. It makes Namjoon grin and deliver a soft smack to his inner thigh.
“Nuh uh. I’m taking care of you now. You just lie back and take it, okay angel?”
Jimin flushes, lashes fluttering as he nods, moving his hand away from his cock to instead play with his own nipples, meeting Namjoon's eyes as he twists and pulls at them. He wets his lips, giving a little wiggle of his hips.
"What're you waiting for, hyung?"
Namjoon huffs and shakes his head fondly.
Not a damn thing, now. Nothing in the world could stop him from fucking this beautiful tease beneath him. Not when he wants it so badly.
Namjoon grips his thighs and lines himself up before sliding easily back inside him, burying himself to the hilt. Jimin moans and throws his head back, nearly concussing himself on a cooler.
"Careful, baby." Namjoon says with a grin. "Hold on tight."
Jimin grabs his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as Namjoon finally thrusts into him the way he's been wanting to this whole time, hard and deep. He starts off slow, but keeps it rough, punching a moan out of Jimin with every hard thrust into his prostate.
He makes sure Jimin feels every single inch of him as he fucks him hard, wanting to make him feel it for days, wanting him to think of this moment every time he even thinks about getting in a car.
"Hyung, yes, fuck!" Jimin cries out, his body being jostled. "Just like that!"
Sweat beds on Namjoon's forehead as he grabs at Jimin's hands and instead uses one hand to pin his wrists together over his head, against the cooler.
He angles his hips so that he hits his prostate every time and he picks up the pace, fucking into him like he deserves, hard and fast, yet controlled.
Jimin can't keep his eyes off of Namjoon, lids drooping and mouth hanging open as he watches his normally gentle hyung rail him into the next dimension.
"You're taking me so well, angel." Namjoon grits out. "Such a good - fucking - boy." He gasps between hard thrusts.
Jimin can only whine in response, reduced to a quivering mess as Namjoon takes him apart in the backseat of the van.
Namjoon runs his free hand over Jimin's body, squeezing the soft flesh of his thigh, tweaking a nipple, before resting it around Jimin's throat. Not squeezing, not adding pressure, just resting.
That simple act is enough to make Jimin clench around his cock in a vice-like grip, then he's cumming.
He cums hard, painting his own stomach, completely untouched. He's a fucking mess, sobbing as Namjoon continues to drive his cock into him to chase his own high.
"Fill me up hyung, please fill me up oh god, please.." Jimin babbles, crying from pure want mixed with oversensitivity. Namjoon leans down to connect their lips in a bruising kiss, delivering a harsh bite to his bottom lip.
"Yeah? Wanna be so full of my cum baby?"
Jimin nods, mouth slack against his lips. "Y-yes, fill me puh-please hyung."
Namjoon quiets him with a kiss, letting go of his wrists and letting Jimin wrap his arms around him and keep him close. The van is quiet now, everyone's eyes on Namjoon and Jimin.
He's hurtling towards the edge, a roaring in his ears, his vision blurring, and when it hits him it feels like his entire body is just - static.
He pumps Jimin full of his cum, and it seems to be never ending, painting his insides white.
There's a ringing in his ears when he collapses on top of Jimin, completely spent.
He didn't even realize that the van had stopped moving at this point, the cool breeze from the ocean wafting into the windows, cooling his heated skin.
When he comes to, he slowly pulls out of Jimin, the younger whining as he leaks. Namjoon shakily helps Jimin sit up, then pulls him into his lap, nuzzling his neck and wiping away his tears, soothing him with gentle kisses.
"Thank you, hyung." Jimin whispers to him, pressing a sweet kiss against his lips. "That was so good."
Namjoon smiles, cheeks dimpling. "It was. You're incredible." They share another sweet kiss, before a nagging voice breaks the moment.
"Yah, road head is so fucking dangerous, why would you drive like that? You could've killed us all!" Yoongi scolds Seokjin from the front seat.
"Ex-fucking-cuse me?" Seokjin scoffs. "You literally put my dick in your mouth, what was I supposed to do??"
Everyone bursts into laughter at the two older men's antics. They made it to the beach, and luckily, it doesn't seem to be busy. "Alright, this van reeks and it's hot, let's go!" Jungkook shouts before throwing open the door and tumbling out.
Namjoon finds some wet wipes somewhere and cleans both him and Jimin up the best they can. He's pretty sure there's showers here, though.
He can't help but smirk when Jimin pulls on those tight red swim shorts on again. "Definitely wear those again."
"Oh, I will. Especially for you." Jimin says with a wink. They exit the van on shaky legs, Namjoon's still feeling sore and weak but he wouldn't trade it for the world. Jimin's fingers tangle with his as the group of seven makes their way towards the water.
"So.." Hoseok says slowly. "Can I sit on Namjoon's lap on the way back?" He asks, wagging his eyebrows at him.
"No way." Yoongi says. "I call dibs."
"How about rock paper scissors?"
"I'll join that." Taehyung says with a boxy grin. "Me too." Jungkook adds.
Namjoon blushes and ducks his head, hurrying towards the water. If he does this again, his dick will surely fall off. Or his legs will lose all circulation.
He thinks next time, they should rent a bigger van.
Exhaustion settles deep in Namjoon's muscles as he helps bring everything Seokjin packed to the spot they picked out for themselves at the beach. He sits down heavily on one of the long chairs, underneath the shade of the umbrella, just stretching and relaxing.
Everyone else is quick to get started on their various activities. Jungkook, Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi play volleyball, getting competitive extremely quickly, especially since Seokjin an Jungkook are on opposite teams.
And Jimin..
Well.
Jimin is running around at the edge of the water with Taehyung, the mischievous pair kicking water at each other, golden skin shining in the summer sun.
And those fucking red swim shorts.. They look even more enticing watching him move in them.
Jimin notices Namjoon watching him, though. He seems to sense it, his eyes finding Namjoon's even from a distance. That makes him show off even more, making sure to bend over at a leisurely pace to pick up sea shells he's been hunting for.
A small part of Namjoon is frustrated that Jimin seems to be moving perfectly normal, despite having Namjoon's sizeable cock in his ass for the better part of two hours.
Maybe he didn't fuck him hard enough.
Namjoon entertains himself with different scenarios in which he can have Jimin again, especially now that he knows Jimin's wanted him for at least a little while, if his "always knew you'd be big" was anything to go by.
He imagines inviting Jimin to his place and fucking him in every corner of his apartment, wanting to permanently have Jimin's moans etched in the walls, the echo of him staying with him always.
Maybe he's a little addicted now.
"Hyung." A soft, airy voice pulls him from his daydream, and he blinks up at Jimin, who he hadn't realized came over, the sunlight haloing his head and making him look like the angel he is.
"Aren't you gonna come swim?" He asks with a teasing smile.
Namjoon glances down at the unopened book in his lap, before looking back up and shrugging. "Haven't decided yet." He admits. "Why?"
Jimin pouts, so fucking cutely and reaches down to run a hand through Namjoon's hair. "Spend time with me?" He asks, eyes sparkling.
So he does, because he's realized that he can't deny Jimin anything. He lets the younger one pull him away from his chair to the water, where they run away from incoming waves together, and he even lets Jimin cling to his back while Namjoon lazily swims around.
They build a sandcastle, they sunbathe, they play volleyball and Frisbee, they have so much fun. By the time the sun starts to set, Namjoon is covered in sand and salt water, and it's not comfortable.
He decides to duck into one of the showers on site.
It's nice, actually. It's definitely one of the nicer ones he's seen, even if the water is pretty cold. He stands under the spray of water, scrubbing his body free of sand, when the curtain behind him suddenly flies open, revealing a smirking Jimin.
"Fuck, you scared me." Namjoon gasps, clutching his chest. Jimin giggles and strips out of his shorts, unashamed, and steps inside with him, closing the curtain.
"What are you doing?" Namjoon asks as Jimin steps closer, hooking his arms around his neck.
"As much as I enjoyed our time in the van, I just want a little alone time with you." Jimin says, voice low and silky, eyes hooded as he gazes up at Namjoon. "Is that okay, hyung?"
Namjoon nods his head without a second thought, bringing his hands to Jimin's hips and squeezing. Now that they're both standing, the height difference gets to Namjoon's head a little bit.
Jimin is so small, so delicate, but his presence is larger than life.
Namjoon dips his head and presses their lips together, sighing as Jimin immediately parts his lips for him and hums into the kiss. It's lazy, warm, tongues gently brushing together. Unhurried.
It still makes Namjoon's cock stir in interest.
"We probably don't have much time in here before someone tries looking for us." Jimin mumbles against his lips. "And I'm really fucking sore, but.." His small hand reaches down and closes around his cock, making Jimin's cock twitch.
"Can I suck you off?"
"Shit Jimin, y-yeah." Namjoon stutters, cheeks flushing as he stares at Jimin's plush lips. There's no way he'll last long with those lips wrapped around him.
Jimin pecks his lips one more time before unceremoniously dropping to his knees in front of him.
His small fingers wrap around him again, stroking him to life, sultry eyes staring up at him. He taps the head of his cock against his cheek a few times, making Namjoon curse under his breath.
He's so fucking sinful.
Namjoon is almost to full hardness by the time Jimin leans in and starts kissing the head, rubbing his lips all over the leaking tip. Precum coats his lips, making them shiny, and Namjoon has to hold onto the shower wall to keep his legs from collapsing at the sight.
Jimin pulls back and licks the sticky precum from his lips, humming at the taste. "Always wanted to do this for you." Jimin whispers to him before giving soft kitten licks to the head of his cock, making Namjoon moan softly.
His tongue is soft, pink, and so pretty, Namjoon is leaking so much it's almost embarrassing. Finally, Jimin parts his lips and takes him into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucks him in greedily.
Namjoon refuses to look away, a soft "fuck" escaping him as he watches the way Jimin's plump lips stretch obscenely over his cock. He's a fucking vision, and Namjoon wants to imprint this visual into his memory forever.
Jimin takes him inch by inch, opening up his throat for him, eyes already tearing up. His jaw will certainly be sore tomorrow.
Namjoon nearly cums right then and there when the tip of his cock finally hits the back of his throat.
Jimin stills, tears streaming prettily down his cheeks as he struggles to keep his eyes open, interested in watching Namjoon's face as well. He gags around him, and Namjoon moans at the feeling of his throat constricting around his cock.
Jimin pulls off for a moment to catch his breath, gasping as he strokes him hard and fast. "Fuck, angel." Namjoon breathes, bringing a hand to run through his hair. "You're taking it so well."
Jimin hums, pleased. "Fuck my throat, hyung, please."
Before Namjoon can even begin to process the request, Jimin has him in his mouth again, taking him halfway before pausing and meeting his eyes again. He senses Namjoon's hesitation and moans around his cock, the vibrations making his grip tighten in Jimin's hair.
If Jimin wants his little throat to be used, Namjoon is only happy to oblige. So he tightens his grip in his hair and thrusts his hips forward, hitting the back of his throat. He holds his head still as he begins fucking into his mouth.
Jimin gags around his cock every time he hits the back of his throat, and he grips Namjoon's thighs hard enough to bruise as he just takes it.
"Such a good boy." Namjoon groans as he bottoms out, relishing the feeling of Jimin choking around him before pulling off enough to let him breathe. He doesn't give him too much time though, before he resumes fucking his throat in a punishing pace.
"You like being used like this, don't you?" Namjoon rasps, groaning when Jimin moans around him in response. "You like being a hole for me to use?"
He grins when he sees Jimin's hand snake between his legs, jerking himself off.
It only eggs him on, knowing that Jimin is loving every second of this. “Relax your jaw, baby.” Namjoon says to him, waiting for Jimin to do as he says before he pushes in all the way, until Jimin’s nose is pressed against his pelvis.
Jimin breathes deeply through his nose, his throat closing around his cock, softly gagging, and he lets it linger, moaning at how hot and tight he is before he pulls out, smiling as Jimin coughs and gasps for air.
“So perfect, Jimin.” Namjoon coos, cupping his jaw and caressing his cheek with his thumb. “So beautiful.”
Jimin’s eyes flutter closed, whining quietly around his cock as he continues to stroke himself.
Namjoon feels the familiar heat and pressure tugging at his abdomen, knowing that gets getting close.
“Wanna swallow like a good boy?” Namjoon asks him as he slows down his pace. “Or do you want me to paint your pretty face white?”
Jimin blinks up at him and moans around his cock, before constricting his throat again, on purpose.
Swallow it is.
Namjoon adjusts his grip in his hair, this time guiding Jimin on his cock, bobbing his head back and forth. Jimin holds onto his thighs for dear life, whimpering around him, the lewd sounds of gagging filling the shower.
It’s so good, so warm, so tight, so perfect. Namjoon wishes he could last forever, but the end is coming very quickly.
Jimin suddenly whines, high and needy as he cums all over his hand and the shower floor.
Namjoon stops moving his head and holds him still as he thrusts once, twice, three times, before he cries out and spills down his throat.
Jimin swallows every last drop greedily, as if he needs it to live, staring into Namjoon’s eyes the whole time.
When Namjoon pulls out, he helps Jimin to his feet, holding him in his arms as they recover, leaning against the shower wall to keep from collapsing.
“So good, angel.” Namjoon whispers, kissing his forehead. “You’re so perfect.”
“Hyung..” Jimin whispers, nuzzling his face in his neck. He seems shy all of a sudden, not letting Namjoon see his face.
“What is it?” Namjoon asks, rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles.
“I don’t want anyone else sitting on your lap on the way back.” Jimin grumbles. “I.. I want it to just be me.”
Namjoon can’t help the stupid grin that spreads across his face. He hugs him tighter, swaying them side to side.
“Okay, angel.” He whispers. “Just you.”
And it really was just Jimin. They rejected the rock paper scissors game, and on the way home Jimin curled up into his lap and they slept just like that, no funny business this time.
Namjoon would never forget this trip.