Pairing: RapMon/Jin Genre: Smut Summary: There's a lot to do when you're trapped in a elevator with your crush...whose also your boss.
Namjoon peers groggily at his screen, the numbers blurring into each other. This is impossible, he thinks to himself. He meant to do more overtime, but it's nearing ten and it's not like he can work if he can't keep his figures straight. He rubs his eyes, tries one more time, then gives it up as a lost cause. As he powers off his computer and gathers his things, soft footsteps call his attention. He turns to see no other than the beautiful Kim Seokjin, with his briefcase slung over his shoulder, coming down the hall. "Oh, evening, Mr. Kim sir," he says, bowing his head respectfully to his boss. Jin looks up and nods his head in return. "Namjoon. I didn't expect anyone else to be here so late, especially on a beautiful summer's evening like tonight. Even the director's gone home." Namjoon nods. "I wouldn't normally be here right now, but I'm, er, a little behind on my…" But his words are lost as Jin passes him by, and his eyes trail on a different behind, disappointingly clothed in boring navy dress pants. Jin's suit goes well with his eyes, which aren't black as commonly assumed, but in fact a very dark blue themselves. Namjoon remembers all too clearly the situation in which he found this out – unfortunately his boss had been angry at him, and had gotten right up close to threaten him, but Namjoon could have sworn his heart skipped a beat when Jin's nose nearly touched his, and not out of fear. "On your what?" Namjoon blinks, suppressing a flush as his eyes jump back up to Jin's face. His eyes are half-hooded, probably due to fatigue – Namjoon can see bags under those eyes, tributes to Jin's hardworking attitude. Besides that, small bangs frame an angular face, pink full lips, and pale skin. Namjoon wonders what his own skin might look like against Jin's. "Namjoon?" "Sorry!" The blonde jumps to his feet, slamming his briefcase shut. "Sorry. I must be really tired." His boss eyes him curiously and nods. "You should get home soon and rest. It's another busy day tomorrow, and your report's due the day after." Namjoon follows Jin to the elevators, unable to stop staring at the navy-clad ass in front of him. He resists the urge to thrust his hands into those back pockets. One of these days, he swears, he's going to snap, dive, and miss the pockets and go right under the waistband and – does Jin wear boxers or briefs? Does it matter? Namjoon will never get a chance to rip them off anyway. Jin probably isn't even gay. He doesn't look or act very gay. Then again, neither does Namjoon but everyone knows his orientation. Maybe it'd jeopardize Jin's position if anyone found out he was gay, so he never told anyone. The small elevator arrives with a ding, loud in the silence. The doors slide open and Jin gestures. "After you." "Thanks." Namjoon enters, his eyes fixed on Jin's reflection in the wall mirror. Jin looks especially tired. He probably just doesn't want to show it in front of one of his subordinates. Maybe when he gets home, he'll flop in bed and conk out immediately – or maybe he has a lover to hold him while he sleeps and envelops him in affectionate passion… As the doors close, Namjoon sets his briefcase on top of the handlebar and leans back against it. Jin's eyes are closed, giving Namjoon the chance to stare openly at the masterpiece that was Kim Seokjin. Jin really does look impeccable in that navy suit, a soft silk gold tie tucked neatly within. Namjoon only wishes he didn't have to settle for admiring Jin with clothes on. The elevator jerks to a sudden halt, startling both of them. Jin, who'd been relaxing, loses his balance. Namjoon unthinkingly lunges forward to catch him, but fails. They both tumble to the ground, briefcases following after with resounding thuds. "Ow," Namjoon groans, slowly getting up. "What the hell?" The hum of the elevator winds down to nothing – along with the lights – before an emergency lamp begins to glow above them. Jin, who has also sat up, takes a deep breath as though to calm himself, then pulls out his phone. "Hello…? Yes, a colleague and I are trapped in an elevator that seems to have shut down… Oh…? Oh, I see. Yes. Well, would you be able to send some people to rescue us…? Is that so… Well, I don't think we're in any immediate danger… Yes. Alright. Thank you." He hangs up and turns to Namjoon. "A large fire has shut down the power in a huge area of the city. Most of the emergency force are tending to the fire and more urgent rescues; we might be here for a couple of hours at most." Namjoon considers this. On one hand, being stuck for a couple of hours alone with his sexy boss could work out very well – if his boss were interested in him. Seeing as how he doesn't seem to be, it could be intensely frustrating instead. The low light now illuminating the elevator dusts Jin's face with a warm glow. "So," he says, "what should we do, Mr. Kim sir?" Jin sighs. "I think in a situation like this, it's okay for you to just call me Jin. It's not going to get much more comfortable in here." "O-okay… Jin." Namjoon does his best not to stumble over the name. He's never said it on its own – it seems so… intimate. He stands up and dusts himself off, then holds out a hand to help Jin. Jin takes it, but is lighter than Namjoon expected. The tug pulls Jin off balance and he tumbles into the blonde. Namjoon, out of reflex, catches Jin with his arms around his slender waist and his face right up close to Jin's neck. Namjoon coughs, slightly winded, but mostly he's taking this as an excuse to breathe in Jin's scent, the cool, fresh smell of his hair, and to absorb his body heat and feel his soft skin. "Uh… Namjoon?" Namjoon freezes, because the tone of Jin's voice isn't just concern for his well-being: there's also a hint of discomfort in there, and with it the blonde realizes he's been nuzzling into Jin's neck – and that blood is collecting in his lower regions. But he can't convince himself to move away; the feeling of Jin's soft, soft skin against his lips is so nice, and Jin's scent is filling him with desire and he can't help himself, he just can't – he pushes his tongue forward and presses it against Jin's pulse and sucks gently. "N-Namjoon—!" Jin exclaims, but his voice is breathier than it would have been if he were entirely repulsed. "What are you doinnh…" "Sorry..." Namjoon mutters against Jin's skin, although he doesn't mean it. He licks a stripe up Jin's neck, then nibbles at his jaw. Jin weakly struggles, tries to push Namjoon off, but Namjoon is stronger and also more determined. Right now he's revelling in Jin's slender but defined angles, the curve of his back, the feel of his hands even as he makes another feeble attempt to untangle himself. And at the same time he's learning about Jin as well, searching for what makes him feel good – and he finds it with a triumphant smirk. Jin gasps when Namjoon's teeth gently tug at the top of his ear. "Namjoon..." says Jin more loudly, but with less resistance now. "I'm not sure if this is—" "Shh." A nip at the pulse silences Jin. "We've got a couple of hours, right?" "Y-yeah…" "I promise it'll feel good." "That's not the point!" he hisses, even as he tips his head back to allow Namjoon better access to suck on his Adam's apple. "Besides, I'm still – mmh – I'm still your boss. Even if this were appropriate, it's the wrong way around…" Namjoon laughs. Jin may as well have admitted he wants this. "Don't fool yourself, Princess." he says in a low voice. He takes a hold of Jin's hands, which have been gripping his back, and pries them off. Once they're separated, Namjoon grabs Jin's shoulder and pushes him forcefully against the back wall of the elevator. Jin grunts, annoyed but unhurt. "This is technically sexual assault, you know," he breathes as Namjoon grinds his erection against the ass he's been watching since the day he was hired. Jin's fingers lock around the handlebar. Namjoon just smirks against Jin's neck. "Can't rape the willing, baby." A grab to the crotch confirms this statement, for Jin's body is already responding to Namjoon. Jin gasps, his hips rolling forward into Namjoon's touch despite himself. "I don't see you struggling much either." "I would be, if you weren't so – nngh – shit…" Jin turns his face away, squeezing his eyes shut, as Namjoon's long, slender fingers deftly pop the button of his pants and skim the smooth skin going downwards. His authoritative attitude, which he's usually so good at maintaining, has dissipated like so much dust in the wind. For one thing, he's never cussed in front of any of his co-workers, but as Namjoon's actions continue, his tongue behind Jin's ear, his hand at Jin's shirt buttons, his hips grinding, Jin finds his more rude side slipping out. "W-what the hell do you think you're doing?" "I blame you," Namjoon replies, pulling the shirt and jacket off of Jin in one go. He keeps the tie slung around Jin's neck and tosses the rest into the corner. Jin's body is deliciously lean under him, his waist defined, his back smooth. Namjoom's chest slides against the expanse of skin, and he bows his head to kiss a spot between raised shoulder blades. "How am I supposed to work under such a sexy ass day in and day out without ever getting said ass under me?" "I'm flattered, but workplace relations are frowned upon—ahh!" Jin lets out a long moan as a palm brushes his nipple. "What happens in the elevator can stay in the elevator." Namjoon reassures him. His other hand is busy getting rid of his own dress shirt and pants, but his mouth continues to find its way to Jin's most sensitive areas. With Jin distracted, Namjoon wraps one tie around each of his boss's wrists and the elevator's handlebar, knotting them tight. Jin tests the bonds for him. "Hope you don't mind," Namjoon smirks. "It's easier this way." With Jin unable to escape, Namjoon pulls back a little. Jin steps back, giving himself more room. Though his back is to Namjoon, the blonde can see his face reflected in the mirror, flushed, his hair a mess, his lips slightly parted and so, so inviting. Namjoon helps Jin out of his pants and Jin, in a surprising act of obedience, lifts his feet out of the garments and allows Namjoon to remove his shoes. Jin's member stands at attention, swollen and red. "Not only willing, but impatient too." Namjoon grins. Despite his seriousness in the workplace, Jin is actually a lot of fun. Namjoon's groin is aching, though, so he quickly strips and steps up to Jin once more, skin on skin. He leans over Jin's body and slides his fingers against those luscious lips. "Lick." Jin shudders and lets Namjoon's fingers into his mouth, nipping at the fingertips in brief defiance before swirling his tongue around the digits, between them, coating them. "Mmm..." Namjoon hums, and removes his fingers. "Have you done this before, Princess? You seem to know the ropes." "That's none of your business." Jin snaps. He pays for this with a swift first finger up his ass. "Fuck-" Namjoon's free hand urges Jin to turn his head for a kiss. Jin's tongue slides against Namjoon's in the same way it did with his fingers. He groans into the blonde's mouth as a second finger joins the first. They begin to wiggle intently and Jin wills his muscles to relax. He moans as his nerves respond to the stretching, shooting tingling hormones into his bloodstream, sending jolts of desire into his groin. His member twitches with pleasure, which doesn't escape Namjoon's notice. "No discomfort, even? Slut." Namjoon smirks, pulling his fingers back before thrusting three in. Jin's back arches beautifully as his prostate is struck with force. "Are you used to bottoming?" "For your information, you're taking my virginity with brutality," Jin says through gritted teeth. Namjoon's movements become softer, as does his voice as he asks, "You finger yourself, then?" "All the time." Jin's voice is full of sarcasm, but only because the conversation is such a strange one to be having. "Well, ever topped someone? A guy can lose his virginity twice." Namjoon grinned. "I'm almost thirty Namjoon. It would be nothing short of pathetic if I hadn't." His tone isn't defensive enough to mean no. "Guy or girl?" "Why are you so interested in my sex life?" "Just wondering who's had you before me." Namjoon pulls out his fingers and almost immediately replaces them with his thick member. Jin cries out in surprise but also pleasure, throwing his head back, and Namjoon nearly comes right then. "For your information, I'm straight." Jin pants, glaring over his shoulder at a smiling Namjoon, who's buried balls-deep within him. "Straight?" Namjoon lets out a bark of laughter. "Look at yourself, Princess." Jin allows his face to be turned to the mirror. His cheeks are flushed dark in his desire, his eyes nearly black with lust; his lips are moist with saliva, swollen from Namjoon's abuse; his hair sticks to his face with perspiration; numerous hickeys cover his neck. Although Jin feels sort of humiliated tied up in an elevator with a dick up his ass and panting and desperate, the look of his own disheveled figure, and of Namjoon draped over him, wanting him, feeling him, kissing him – it's all going to his head and he aches with need. "Bi-curious, then. Fuck me already." Namjoon chuckles, low and sultry. "Gladly." Jin keeps his eyes fixed on their reflections as Namjoon falls into a steady pace. Though he tries not to give in to the sensations, he can't help rocking back into Namjoon, spurred on by the blonde's moaning, his lust-darkened eyes, his cheek next to Jin's face. Namjoon buries his face in Jin's neck and thrusts right into his sweet spot. Jin is seeing stars as the elevator seems to rock with Namjoon thrusts. As Jin's entrance tightens convulsively around his shaft, Namjoon's teeth clamp down on a spot towards the back of Jin's nape, jolting him with pleasure. Jin bites the inside of his cheek to keep quiet, blocking all but the tiniest grunt. "Don't restrain it," pants Namjoon, licking his bite marks. "Let out your voice for me. Scream for me Jin." "In your dreams," Jin growls, his final word becomes a drawn-out hiss, as Namjoon presses particularly hard against his prostate. Jin's breath comes short as Namjoon stops his movements, applying pressure to that one spot. Jin tenses harshly, back arching again, thrashing against his bonds, as he's assaulted with sensation. "Fuck–aahh—" "Come on...–nnh...scream for me, baby." Jin bites his lip hard, but Namjoom kisses him hard. He rolls his hips, grinding hard against Jin's prostate. Jin breaks from the kiss and, as Namjoon grabs his erection, a shout tears itself from his throat, joining Namjoon's own moans. The blonde's voice is thick with pleasure, and with one last, strong thrust he empties himself inside Jin, thrusting through his climax. He jerks Jin's member swiftly and that's all it takes to shove Jin over the edge, moaning as his body racks with pleasure, as Namjoon milks him, as his seed shoots against the mirror and his muscles squeeze around Namjoon nearly making him cum again. "Shit," Namjoon murmurs, still coming down from his high, leans against the mirror and tries to catch his breath. "You shouldn't be talking." mutters Jin. "Can you untie me?" Namjoon wearily pulls at one of the knots, loosening it enough for Jin to pull his hand out. Then he collapses on the floor of the elevator, leaving a scowling Jin to release his other hand himself. When Jin is free, he too sits down, chest heaving. Namjoon slides over a little to lean his head on Jin's shoulder. "So, boss. What do you think, for a first time?" "I'm not interested in how many other asses you've stuck your dick into." Jin says curtly. "That's not what I asked." Jin sighs and looks into Namjoon's face. He allows a smile. "It was good." "That's it? Just 'good'? I'm insulted. And I think you're lying." Namjoon directs Jin with his gaze to the liquid sliding down the mirror. "Do you always come that much, or—" Jin silences him with a jab between the ribs. Namjoon twists and clutches his side. Jin rolls his eyes at the over-exaggerated reaction. "You're really good at fucking. There, happy?" Namjoon lies down with his head in Jin's lap and smiles softly. "Hey, Jin?" "Mm?" "Can I take you on a date this weekend?" "I thought you said what happens in the elevator stays in the elevator. Workplace relations are frowned upon, remember." "Come on. No one has to know." "Friday after work." Namjoon smiles. Then the elevator jerks, the lights come back on, and they begin to move downwards. "Power's back," Namjoon notes, a bit dumbly. Just then Jin's phone rings. He picks it up, talks a bit, and informs Namjoon that rescuers are waiting on the first floor for them. "That's nice." Namjoon yawns and slumps into a more comfortable position. "Now I'm really exhausted." "Namjoon?" "Yeah?" "We've got about a minute to dress and clean the mirror before we get to the bottom." "Shit."
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