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[leeloooonfire]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Min Yoongi | Suga

Additional Tags: Smut, Blow Jobs, kink bingo, Dom/sub Undertones, Hook-Up

Series: Part 1 of Namjoon Kink Bingo 2020

Summary: One night, Namjoon and Yoongi are hooking-up.

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4) Aggressive submissive/Dominant Bottom

The moment Namjoon opened his mouth under the guy's lips and let his tongue curl around his tongue, he knew.

He knew he would be bossy.

Min Yoongi, the guy had said when they started to talk with each other at the bar, nursing their drinks almost entirely quietly after Hoseok introduced them to another and then left them at the bar to dance with Seokjin in the mass of sweaty club visitors.

Sometime after Namjoon's third drink and silently watching his friends shimming their bodies to some halfway decent club music, he and Yoongi started to talk about their mutual friends, the bad taste of the beer in this place and then, rather oddly, how much they would like to hook up.

It went kinda like this:

"They look stupid," Yoongi had said, rolling his eyes when Seokjin waved at them, circling his hips suggestively.

"True, and the beer tastes like shit." Namjoon had agreed, trying to avert his eyes from Hoseok's body rolls, which lead his eyes automatically to his too tightly clothed crotch.

"Is that why you're drinking Whiskey?" Yoongi had asked, voice drawling a little bit and Namjoon had to lean to him for better understanding.

"Yeah, it's the only decent drink to enjoy here." Namjoon had nodded, taking another sip from the brown liquid and tried to not make a face.

"Why did you come to the club if ya don't like it?"

"Wanted to get laid." Namjoon had shrugged his shoulders and grinned at the other man beside him.

Well, and after that, it spiraled downhill. Or up, depending on how Namjoon would view it the next morning.

Yoongi had sent him a glance, licked his lips and then suggested with a husky voice for them to crash at his place if Namjoon wanted.

And Namjoon wanted because Yoongi had nice eyes. Sharp and full of something, Namjoon couldn't name, couldn't pinpoint. He also had very nice lips. Plush, pink, soft doll-like looking lips Namjoon wanted to taste, to nip at and feel against his body.

So, they'd paid for their drink, told their friends good night and then left.

They made it barely into Yoongi's flat, door slamming shut behind them and the other man biting into Namjoon's lips, coaxing out one groan after another.

Strong fingers curled into Namjoon's neck, roughly tugging at the hair until their lips disconnected and he laid his neck bare, sighing quietly.

"You wanna fuck me?" Yoongi almost growled against Namjoon's ear, licking the exposed skin, making him shudder in the process. He could feel his heart beating almost violently and imagined Yoongi could feel his pulse under his tongue as well.

"Yeah," He whispered back, gripping Yoongi's hips tightly, pulling him as close as possible, "Yeah, I wanna fuck you so good."

"What if I wanna do you? What if I'm not into bottoming?" Yoongi retorted and Namjoon could hear the smirk in his voice, raspy and so fucking hot. He opened his eyes to look at the man.

"I don't care," He said after a moment, realising it had been a little bit presumptuous to assume the other man would take him like a good boy - just because of what exactly? Their high differences? Because Yoongi looked softer than he actually was, with his high cheekbones and beautiful lips? Because Namjoon normally liked to fuck into a wet heat more than let someone fuck into him?

"Whatever you want," He added, leaning down a little bit again, rubbing his legs between Yoongi's and feeling the hard dick pressed against his clothed leg. Too much fabric, he thought while searching Yoongi's lips again, wanting to taste the sweet, but rough taste again. Alcohol, cherries, human - he tasted so good, addicting, Namjoon could barely suppress the passionate moan.

Yoongi bit down on his bottom lips again, pushing him against the wall, finger still in his hair, "What if I want you to fuck into me, but not give you control? Would that be ok?"

And although he still sounded sure of himself, his voice clear, Namjoon could hear the slight uncertainty in his words. Did he make some bad experiences? Did his previous partners think they could dominate him just because Yoongi was willing to let them fuck him?

God, this was so fucking outdated, it almost made Namjoon angry. Just like those stupid 'Are ya a bottom or a top?' questions he sometimes got from strangers in bars or on tinder. Damn, what do they even expect him to answer? 'Wanna try how good I'm going to pound ya ass?' Not exactly what he should say, but this stupid heteronormativ thinking made him just so frustrated. Switching was possible, also for het pairings, and clear roles such as top and bottom, alpha-omega was straight out bullshit. Porn, fanfiction, you know?

Also, loving some good old-fashioned dicking didn't automatically mean the person was a sub, same vice versa.

Images of Yoongi fucking himself on his dick, taking control, being the one on charge, maybe even take Namjoon's wrists and pin them above his head made his cock jump excitedly, precum smearing in his underpants.

"You wanna stay in control?" He whispered against Yoongi's lips, finger digging into the soft globes of his ass, hard and probably leaving some purple fingerprints.

"Yeah," The other's voice hitched and when Namjoon brushed his nose along his collar bone, he made a sound oddly similar to purring. God, Namjoon liked that very much.

"Where's your bedroom?" He asked, nipping at the pale skin. Instead of getting an answer, Yoongi pushed him against the wall again and then started to tear at his clothes.

"Take it off," He complained, hands flying over the fabric in a desperate attempt to get rid of Namjoon's leather jacket and shirt, buttons springing open. Carefully, the other man dropped to the floor, looking up to him, nuzzling his crotch, grinning slightly, "First, I'm gonna blow you right here and then you can fuck me."

"Fuck," Namjoon moaned, feeling Yoongi's breath already on his stomach, shirt tucked under his arms and long fingers were working on his belt.

"That's the spirit, baby," The other murmured, licking over his hipbone and down, down, down. It didn't take him long to get Namjoon out of his trousers, cold air hitting his hard, leaking penis, but then a soft, hot mouth was there. Lips closing around the head and a rough tongue licked, almost shyly over the slit, gathering up every last drop of precum.

"God, yes," He moaned louder, head falling back with a loud noise and his hand found its way into Yoongi's ash-blond hair almost automatically. Yoongi was more than just skilled with his tongue. The man was a genius, making Namjoon babble words stringed together to incoherent sentences like he'd never learned how to use language properly in the first place, " God, you feel so good. Shit, yes right there. FUCK ."

He'd never felt that good, never felt a tongue at his dick and thought he might pass out any minute because it was just too fucking good.

"I want you to deep-throat me and come," Yoongi's cheeks were pink and pout on his lips even more prominent than before, dark red and shiny with spit and precum, "Can you do that?"

"Fuck, yes," Namjoon growled and pushed his dick between Yoongi's lips again, deeper until he felt the other's throat constricting around him, but instead of holding Namjoon back, Yoongi gripped his hips and pushed him even deeper, harder.

After he was finally completely settled, Yoongi's nose brushing his groin and he was breathing hard. God, it felt so good and Namjoon reached for Yoongi's chin to lift him a bit, "Look at me."

And Yoongi did, cheeks bright pink by now and a few tears at the corner of his cat-like eyes, but they were heated. There was a fire, hotly burning and that was a first for Namjoon. He'd never met a person so sensual, so full of passion and so utterly in control.

Whenever he gave any heads, he felt powerful as well, but he never felt in control, never did he feel like he was the one leading while someone was fucking his mouth, but Yoongi?

Yoongi left no doubt that he was in charge, that he was the dominant one between them and fuck, if this wasn't one of the hottest things Namjoon'd ever experienced.

Yoongi swallowed around Namjoon's twitching cock, tongue pressed onto the underside of it and the other must feel how aroused he'd become.

"So good, you feel so good," He whined, gasping when Yoongi started to bob his head a bit, taking him deeper while one hand wandered up to pinch his nipples.

Soon enough, Namjoon wasn't able to even say anything anymore, whimpering with every movement, every swallowing, while his heart was running a mile a second in his chest, almost jumping out of his throat.

He'd never been this vocal before, never let noises spill out between his lips as loud as he was doing it now. His free hand came up to his lips, trying to cover the harsh panting with the back of his hand, but Yoongi reached up and pulled his wrist down again while letting go of his penis.

"Don't you dare," The blond rasped out, voice utterly wrecked and the thought alone that he'd done that made Namjoon's knees buckle, "I wanna hear how good I make you feel."

"Yoongi," He whined, squeezing his eyes shut, "Please."

"Please what?"

"Please, I wanna come."

"Then stop restricting your noises and look at me. Look me in the eyes."

Before Namjoon could reply anything, Yoongi's lips were back and the other man was pushing his dick back into the wet heat. Their eyes were locked and even if Namjoon would have wanted to close them, he couldn't. He wasn't able to look away from Yoongi anymore, taking his face, his expression in and how his sharp eyes narrowed when he gulped down a soft sigh instead of realising it. One hand dropped down on Namjoon's leg, running up his skin carefully and then Yoongi cupped his balls gently.

"Oh god," Namjoon mewled, he actually mewled and fumbled with his hands for something, anything to hold onto. Gently, Yoongi lead Namjoon's hands to his neck and head, making him grip into the blond hair again and when Namjoon finally started to hold on to him properly while also thrusting into his open throat, Yoongi purred.

The vibration almost sent him over the edge, but the hand on his balls tightened and Yoongi raised a cooky eyebrow.

Not yet , he seemed to tell him and for a moment Namjoon didn't know what the other was intending to do and if he was able to hold it in for much longer to even enjoy it properly, but then Yoongi's hand released his balls and slowly went further. Rough fingertips brushed over his perineum, making him groan out loud and Yoongi purr in return.

The pressure behind his balls got stronger, Yoongi massaging his prostate from the outside and sending blinding pleasure through Namjoon's veins.

"Can I? Please?" He stuttered and finally, Yoongi nodded.

It took Namjoon only three more swirls of that skilled tongue until his orgasm rushed through him, hot, white and all-consuming. He knew his grip on Yoongi must be a bit too harsh, cum spurting down his throat, but through his pleasure he could feel Yoongi purring, swallowing every last drop.

"Oh my god," He whispered when he finally came down from his high and Yoongi let go of him, "Holy fuck, you're like a god."

The other man chuckled, voice absolutely broken, a needy roughness that made his rapidly softening penis twitch again, "Thanks for the compliment."

Namjoon extended his hand to help Yoongi up again, knees creaking a little bit and he felt bad for not taking him into his bedroom, but Yoongi was licking his lips sheepishly, grinning brightly.

"That was nice," He said, stepping a bit away from Namjoon and opened the zipper of his jacket he was still wearing.

"It was."

"Wanna go to bed and fuck?"

Namjoon couldn't help but laugh at that, nodding earnestly, "Definitely."