Jackson sighed.

Namjoon ignored him.

Jackson sighed again.

Namjoon ignored him again.

Jackson sighed even louder.

"Do I need to take you to the doctors? You might have bronchitis." The taller finally spoke up, looking at his best friend with an irritated glare.

"Wow, rude much." The shorter rolled his eyes, throwing a piece of popcorn from where he sat on the recliner, hitting the tan male on the forehead. "I don't have bronchitis, you jackass. Is it so bad to want your best friend's attention after he's been following the boss like a lost puppy for the past 2 month?"

"No I have not." Namjoon scoffed in denial.

"No I have not." Jackson mocked with a scowl. "I'm not surprised if you've already slept with him."

"You know I haven't. I'd tell you if we ever did. Plus we're just close friends."

"I've watched enough sappy movies to call bullshit on your ass." He threw another piece of popcorn.

"Stop wastin' da popcorn, Wang." A voice called from the kitchen before an orange-haired male entered the living room. He sat on the armrest of the recliner, grabbing a handful of the buttery snack. "He's getting top notch dick, let the guy live."

"No I'm not-"

"But you will be." Jimin cut him off, smirking even with a mouthful of popcorn.

"When the hell did you get here?" Jackson asked incredulously, pulling his popcorn bucket as far away from the tech guy as possible.

"Got hungry so I came tuh get some of yuh snacks."

"You have your own place, Park."

"And you'd think I'd waste my own food when yuh fridge is stocked?" The orange head snickered. "Anyways, get ready. We'uh goin' out fuh drinks."

The shorter brunet scrunched his nose. "Why the hell-"

"Tuan's there." Jimin informed.

"We're going out for drinks." Jackson restated, standing up and heading to his room.

Turns out, drinking too much could make someone drunk. Who woulda thought?

That's how Seokjin ended up scolding his men and driving a drunk Namjoon back to the headquarters.

"You know you can't handle yuh drinks, dimples. Why da hell would you agree tuh go out wid dem." Seokjin shook his head, adjusting the tall brunet on his back so he could use his other hand to unlock the door to his condo.

"I can walk by myself y'know." Namjoon whined, finally sobering up a little from the car ride back.

"You spilled Park's drink on you da last time you said dat. Yuh already wearin' my shirt, I ain't riskin' you trippin' ov'uh nothin' on da way tuh da kitchen jus' so you can ruin mine." He placed the male on a stool, proceeding to grab some medicine to dull the headache the younger would feel in the morning.

The brunet felt bad knowing he made the older carry him around without a shirt yet he couldn't help but stare at the mafia boss' back. The arm tattoo extended down to his shoulder blade, accentuating his back muscles with every move and the younger couldn't get enough of it.

Jin handed the pill to him along with a glass of water and watched the male down the whole glass. Namjoon placed the glass down yet the older kept his eyes on the brunet. "Don't look at me like that." He pouted.

Then the atmosphere suddenly felt dense.

"Why not?" The older teased, leaning down 'til his dark eyes leveled with the other's hazel ones. "Yuh gorgeous, babe."

Namjoon blushed, digging his back further into the counter. His heart palpitated in his chest. If he wasn't sober, he definitely was now.

"So are you." The younger whispered, leaning in to the smell of the mafia boss' cologne.

"Am I?" Jin chuckled.

The brunet gulped, knowing he was still a little intoxicated when he slipped a "Y-yeah. K-kiss me, Jin."

He was surely gonna regret this in the morning.

"Gladly." The older rasped before connecting their lips.

It was most definitely sloppy. Namjoon hadn't kissed anyone in years, forgetting just how good it felt to have another's lips on his. Seokjin was clearly more experienced— expertly leading the younger through it, slipping his tongue into the brunet's mouth.

Then he trailed to his jaw, defining it with his plump lips and grazing down to the brunet's neck. He marked the tan skin, biting at a certain spot that had Namjoon panting for more.

When the older started unbuttoning the shirt he gave to the male, they both knew what was happening before the end of the night. Seokjin stopped, pulling his lips from the younger's chest to his ears. His shallow breathing gave the latter goosebumps before he asked "You sure you wanna do dis, Namjoon?"

Namjoon wasn't sure but his actions spoke for him when he frantically nodded his head. Seokjin smirked, pulling the younger by the hand and leading him to his own bedroom. He pushed the brunet on the mattress, not giving the latter enough time to fully process what was going on before devouring his lips once again.

"You don't know how long I've been wantin' tuh do dis tuh you." Seokjin kept his lustful eyes on the younger's, making sure the male was looking at him while he took off all of their remaining clothes. He reached in the drawer for some lube and squirted them all over his fingers— placing them on the male's nipple and trailing down to ghost over the younger's hard on.

The brunet whined, trying to hide his lower half out of embarrassment, only for the mafia boss to pin his arms above his head. The raven head attached his lips on Namjoon's bud, softly sucking to distract the younger from the first finger entering his hole. Namjoon moaned, squirming from the oversensitivity.

They continued on with preparation 'til Jin had four fingers in and Namjoon was still begging for more.

"Jin, please." The younger begged, back arching when the other's fingers brushed against his prostate. His member was aching for release and it was getting harder and harder to hold his orgasm back. "Fuck me already, please."

That was enough for Seokjin to give in. He reached in the drawer again, pulling out a condom and rolling it around his length. After lubing himself up, he slowly pushed inside of the brunet's hole, stopping halfway to give the younger some time to adjust.

"When's da last time you had sex, baby?" The older groaned, loving the feeling of Namjoon squeezing around him.

"H-High school." Namjoon panted, eyes rolling to the back of his head when the mafia boss pushed the rest of his cock in. It was a difficult stretch— Jin could tell from the pleasure-pained tear slipping from the corner of the younger's eye. He wrapped his hand around the tan brunet's member, giving slow strokes to avert the other's attention from the pain.

"You c-can move now." The younger male wrapped his arms around the raven head's lower back, mentally preparing himself.

Jin gladly started thrusting in and out of Namjoon, making sure he brushed against those bundle of nerves for the soul purpose of flustering the brunet. He picked up his pace, burying his head under the male's jaw and biting the flushed skin.

Namjoon gasped, hugging the older's back closer to his body. "God, Jin. Kiss me."

The mafia boss chuckled, smashing his lips onto the other's plump ones. "Yuh so fuckin' hot, you know dat?" He breathed out, swiping his tongue across the brunet's bottom lip.

The younger smiled at those words, hiding his face on the man's sweaty shoulder. "I'm close." He mumbled.

"D-den what're you waitin' fuh. Come fuh me, baby." Seokjin teased, hand going back to the brunet's hard on and timing his strokes with his thrusts.

Namjoon gaped his mouth in a silent scream, coming all over his own stomach. The older watched as more cum spurted out of the brunet from every deep stroke he gave, pushing him to release his own substances into the condom.

After a couple more thrusts, he collapsed on the younger, leaving soft, butterfly kisses on the nape of his neck.

The brunet panted, staring at the ceiling while he tried catching his own breath. As the seconds passed, he slowly started processing what the hell just happened.

He just had sex with the boss.

Fuck.

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I'm sorry if the smut is shitty 😔 I'm not the best in this category of writing.

I love reading smut but I hate writing it 😩

Anyways, do you think Namjoon and Seokjin having sex before even admitting any feelings is a good or bad thing?