MINJOON • small talk
based on the niall song by the same name. namjoon sees jimin in a club and he takes him home.

[lyrics for reference]
Tell me what you want because you know I want it too
Let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room
I've been thinkin' what I'd do when I'm alone with you
Just say nothin', small talk only gets in the way

Namjoon sits at the bar, nursing his third rum and coke of the night. It's been an uneventful evening and the friend he was supposed to meet here didn't show. He sighs and turns on his stool, back to the bar so he can watch the dance floor.

He's not expecting to see anything interesting, or anyone for that matter but watching people dance and pair up together is definitely more interesting than watching the bartender pour messy shots for even messier people.

He takes a sip of his drink, eyes travelling over the room and that's when he sees him.

Namjoon nearly chokes on his drink at the sight before him. A man, or an angel, he's not quite sure, dancing like he doesn't have a care in the world.

The man has silver hair and a small waist, he's wearing dark black jeans and a sheer, loose white shirt that has the first three buttons undone. At this point, he could be wearing no shirt and it wouldn't make much of a difference.

Namjoon is hyptonized as he watches the man bring his arms over his head and swivels his hips to the beat of the music.

Nobody dares approach him, they let him dance and watch from afar, just like Namjoon is.

He takes another sip of his drink, his throat dry and that's when the man locks eyes with him.

Namjoon sees him smirk before his tongue licks over his bottom lip. He doesn't stop dancing, holding their gaze as the song switches and he starts dancing more languidly.

Namjoon downs his drink and sets the glass down before he stands up. This isn't something he does often, in fact he's not sure he can remember the last time he had a one night stand or even spoke to someone at a club but this man is too beautiful.

He's pulled like gravity towards him and it only takes a couple of steps and shoving past a few couples to get to him.

Namjoon is considerably taller than him and then man looks up at him, batting his eyelashes and looping his arms around Namjoon's neck.

"Hi," he purrs. "You've been staring."

"Yeah," Namjoon laughs, his hands falling on the man's hips.

From up close, he's even more beautiful. His eyes are dark brown and small, his facial features delicate but sharp.

Namjoon wants to drink him in.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" he asks, his fingers trailing down the nape of Namjoon's neck.

Namjoon's breath hitches and he uses his hand on the man's hips to turn him around so he's pressed up against his crotch.

He leans in closer, lips close the beautiful stranger's ear. Namjoon's cock is half hard and he knows he can feel it.

"What do you think?" Namjoon exhales, hands guiding the man's hips as he grinds against him.

His palms look large on the smaller body in front of him and Namjoon likes it, it's all too hot and he's pretty sure he's sweating through his shirt right now.

"I want to hear you say it," the man says, his voice coming out breathy.

"What's your name?" Namjoon asks, his left thumb finding a bare patch of skin and stroking softly.

"Jimin," the man says, leaning back against Namjoon's chest.

"Jimin. I think you're gorgeous," he says, sliding his other hand to rest over Jimin's stomach.

"I'm Namjoon," he continues, looking over Jimin's shoulder to see the obvious bulge in his tight black jeans.

"Namjoon," Jimin gasps out.

"Can I take you home with me?" Namjoon doesn't see the point in beating around the bush, they both clearly want this.

Jimin turns under his hold so Namjoon's hand is on the small of his back and he looks up at him with a smug smile on his face.

"I thought you'd never ask," he says and lets Namjoon drag him out of the club.

The drive back to Namjoon's place is filled with panting and wet kisses, tongues sliding over each other.

He's pretty sure the uber driver's going to give him a terrible score but he couldn't care less. He'd probably let Jimin suck him off in the car if he asked.

Thankfully he doesn't. They keep it relatively nc-17, safe for the occasional wandering hand over each other's crotch and the wanton moans that they can't seem to contain.

This is the hottest thing Namjoon's ever done, the hottest man he's ever kissed.

Namjoon lives on the tenth floor of a nice apartment building and he's thankful that the elevator is empty because he gets to push Jimin against the wall and kiss him properly, both hands on either side of him, caging him in.

Jimin is so small, he looks so delicate under Namjoon's touch but those are just appearances because the more they kiss, the more Namjoon realizes that Jimin likes to take charge.

When they get to his place, it's hard to unlock his door because Jimin's hands are under his shirt and teasingly touching his skin.

"Jimin," he says warningly and Jimin chuckles, not letting go and leaving Namjoon to struggle until he finally gets the key in.

As soon as they're inside and their shoes are off, Namjoon leads Jimin to his bedroom through stumbling feet and messy kisses. They're both drowning in each other and Namjoon makes a mental note to thank his friend for not showing up tonight.

Jimin's unbutooming the rest of his shirt down on the way to the bed, letting it fall off his shoulders right as Namjoon pushes him onto the mattress.

"I'd like to ride you," Jimin says, leaning on his elbows and looking up at Namjoon who's standing at the edge of the bed.

"I, yeah, okay," Namjoon nods quickly before he takes off his own shirt.

He sees the way Jimin's eyes fall over his chest and how his tongue licks over his bottom lip. Namjoon likes the way he looks at him.

He finally climbs in bed and on top of Jimin and kisses him again. There's something intoxicating about kissing Jimin, the way his plush lips feel against Namjoon's. He not drunk, barely even tipsy anymore but his brain is definitely hazy from how good kissing Jimin feels.

His hands find the button on Jimin's jeans and he undoes them quickly, managing to tear his lips away long enough to help him out of them. He catches a glimpse of something that sparkles in the dim light of his room, gasps when Jimin spreads his legs and he sees what it is.

"Are you, holy shit," Namjoon groans. "Are you wearing a plug?"

Jimin smiles coily, bending his knees and planting his feet on the mattress to showcase it a little better. It's got a silver rim and a jet black crystal on the end of it, stretching Jimin's hole.

Namjoon feels like he might pass out, wonders how he got so lucky.

"I was hoping I'd find a handsome man to fuck me or i would've gone home and fucked myself," Jimin arches his back a little, putting himself on display.

Namjoon reaches to push the plug a little further in, making Jimin moan loudly and arch his back off the bed.

He can't wait to take Jimin apart, to see him bounce on his cock and cry out his name.

"Can I take it out?" Namjoon asks, palming himself over his jeans.

Jimin sits up a little and licks his lips before nodding. He spreads his legs a little more and Namjoon grunts, reaching between his legs to grip the plug.

He eases it out slowly, Jimin letting out soft breathy whines as his hole stretches over the biggest part of the plug. Namjoon can't believe his luck, of all the men at the club, he ended up with this one.

The ethereal boy with a goddamn plug in his ass.

"This is the hottest thing I've ever seen," Namjoon groans, palming himself over his jeans.

"I would say the same but I haven't seen you naked yet," Jimin pouts.

Namjoon laughs and kneels on the bed, unzipping his jeans slowly. Jimin is staring at him, lips parted slightly as he watches in anticipation.

"Fair warning, I have uh," Namjoon keeps his hands over the waistband of his jeans. "A Big Dick."

"I've had my fair share of big dicks," Jimin rolls his eyes at him.

Namjoon nods and takes a breath, pushing both his jeans and underwear down his thigh. He hears a quiet gasp fall out of Jimin's lips.

"Oh," Jimin says as Namjoon's cock stands proudly between his legs. "You weren't kidding."

Namjoon laughs, blush rising on his cheeks as he finishes removing his jeans and tosses them aside.

"I can't wait to ride you," Jimin kneels in front of him and leans in to kiss Namjoon hard, a hand on the side of his neck and the other around Namjoon's cock.

It makes Namjoon moan loudly in Jimin's mouth and his fingers card in his hair.

Jimin, small and delicate, manhandles him so Namjoon is sitting against the headboard. He blinks at him, surprised by the sudden display of strength.

"Where's your lube? Condoms?" Jimin smiles smugly at him.

"Bottom drawer of the bedside table," Namjoon spreads his legs a little and moves pillows around to get more comfortable as he watches Jimin rummage through his drawer.

Jimin pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom, brandishing them in victory.

He throws the condom packet at Namjoon and it lands on his chest with a smack, making them both chuckle.

"Put it on, I just have to stretch myself a little more," Jimin says, squeezing lube over his fingers.

Namjoon groans and opens the packet, eyes on Jimin as he slips three fingers inside himself and moans, head tipped back.

His hands stop moving and he just stares, hypnotized by Jimin. Just like he was back in the club, Jimin captivates him.

Jimin adds a fourth finger and lets out a loud moan, turning his gaze towards Namjoon.

"Condom, on, please..." Jimin pleads, fucking himself back on his fingers. "Want you so bad."

Namjoon groans and quickly rolls the condom on himself. He reaches for the lube and squeezes some over his cock, stroking himself a couple of times to get ready for Jimin.

"Come here," Namjoon says, eyes dark with lust.

Jimin pulls out his fingers and crawls over to Namjoon, straddling him and kneeling right above his dick.

Namjoon's hands quickly find his hips and he stares up at him, bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

He feels a little dizzy with want and when Jimin slowly starts sinking down on his cock, Namjoon lets out a long drawn-out moan.

"Holy fuck," his hands grip onto Jimin a little tight, trying to ground himself.

Jimin goes down slowly until Namjoon is fully inside him and he stops, both hands on Namjoon's shoulders.

"I just need," he exhales. "A second to adjust."

Namjoon nods, hands stroking Jimin's side gently. He knows it's a lot.

It takes a few minutes and Jimin takes to kissing Namjoon while he stretches over his cock. They learn each other's mouths and explore with their tongues. There's nothing graceful about it, it's needy and wet.

Eventually he starts moving, Namjoon feels him lift himself up and seat himself back down, feels Jimin's fingers digging into his skin for support and hears the soft moans that come out with every movement.

"Good?" He asks, to make sure Jimin's okay.

"Yeah," Jimin nods. "Feel so full."

Namjoon smirks and starts helping Jimin lift up and down on his cock but Jimin reaches a hand down to rest of Namjoon's.

"Let me," he says, his tone stern. Namjoon gulps but he listens, a switch inside him flipping under Jimin's hooded gaze.

Jimin wants to be in control and Namjoon is going to let him. He groans as Jimin tips his head back and starts bouncing on him.

There's a part of Namjoon that thinks he might be dreaming, that he's going to wake up in a bit with a wet spot in his boxers and alone in bed.

But it's real. The heat of Jimin's hole and the nails dragging down his back, the lips that find his neck as Jimin buries his face in the crook.

Those sensations are real and overwhelming.

"Do I make you feel good?" Jimin moans right against his ear, rolling his hips.

Namjoon catches on quickly, that Jimin likes to be praised. He should've caught on back on the dancefloor too. He nods and reaches for Jimin's hears, tugging on it so Jimin looks at him.

"You make me feel amazing," Namjoon says, the eye contact so intense it makes both of them shudder. "You're amazing."

It's maybe a little too intimate of a thing to say for someone he doesn't even know the last name of but Jimin leans forward and kisses him.

All thoughts disappear and he lets himself fully surrender to Jimin's lips and the drag of his walls over his cock. Gets lost to the heat and their sweaty skin, sticking.

Jimin is huffing out short /ah, ah, ah/ in between kisses and his hair is disheveled from Namjoon's hands.

Namjoon wants to last longer but he knows he won't, not with the way Jimin looks on top of him, the way it feels to be inside him.

Jimin trails his lips down Namjoon's jaw, and slowly licks up to his ear, sucking on the lobe.

"Namjoon," he moans, grinding into him. "Namjoon, how old are you?"

Namjoon laughs breathlessly, pulling back so he can see Jimin's face.

"Why do you ask?"

"Wanna, ah," he stops to moan when Namjoon's hips kick up to meet him when he comes down. "Wanna know if I can call you hyung."

Namjoon grunts and starts meeting Jimin with harsh thrusts, their rhythm speeding.

"25," he manages to say, moaning softly.

Something flashes in Jimin's eyes and he throws his head back, fucking himself down on Namjoon's cock faster.

"Hyung," he moans, high-pitched and sensual. He slides one of his hands up his chest to rub his fingers over his nipple. "Hyung, you feel so good."

Namjoon grips Jimin's hips a little harder at that, whining in pleasure as he feels his release building. He watches Jimin lose himself to it completely, hair sticking to his forehead as he rides him and doesn't stop calling for him.

He's glad he chose an appartment with soundproofed walls, it was so he could work on his music but he's thankful for it now. He'd absolutely get a noise complaint if they weren't.

Jimin gets louder and louder, the closer he gets and when Namjoon wraps his fingers around his cock, he cries out in pleasure.

"I'm not, ah, if you touch me I won't last," Jimin says and Namjoon thinks he sees a hint of a pout forming.

"That's okay, I'm not far behind you."

Jimin nods and leans forward again to kiss Namjoon, their hips frantically meeting each other. Namjoon takes back some of the control because Jimin gets close and his movement gets messy.

When he comes, Jimin fully sits himself down in Namjoon's cock, burying it deep inside him and he spills over Namjoon's fist.

His forehead rests on Namjoon's shoulder and he whines 'hyung', his hole clenching around Namjoon's dick.

It doesn't take much longer for him to come after that, pulsing inside Jimin and filling the condom. Jimin moans when he feels him twitch inside him and his body shakes under Namjoon's touch.

"Fuck," Jimin says once their breaths aren't as ragged and he has enough energy to talk. He lifts himself off of Namjoon and collapses next to him.

"Yeah, that's, has anyone ever told you you're amazing?" Namjoon looks over at him and he loses his breath.

Jimin is even more gorgeous now. Chest and face flushed pink, hair damp and skin beaded with sweat. His soft cock is sticky with drying come and his lips are bruised from the kissing.

He laughs and Namjoon, poor Namjoon, is gone. He wants to keep this man forever.

He doesn't say anything, instead suggests they take a shower and offers Jimin to stay the night.

He does, but when Namjoon wakes up the next morning, his bed is empty.

His sheets are still warm, they still smell of Jimin's floral perfume and his heart aches a little at the thought of never seeing him again.

There's a note, a small piece of paper with a lip print, folded on the pillow where Jimin was.

Scribbled on it is a note: 'I never fuck the same man twice, but for you I might want to make an exception.' and what he assumes is Jimin's phone number.

Namjoon smiles and reaches for his phone. He doesn't text Jimin yet, but he does text his friend to thank him for not showing up.

Once it's done, he rolls onto the side of the bed Jimin had slept in and falls asleep, surrounded by the smell of rose and hints of lychee.

~ the end. Voilà, please don't hesitate to quote tweet, share your thoughts with me, i love knowing what you thought about it. I believe this was my first time writing Minjoon and i loved it.

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