Summary: Jin loses it when Tae finally chooses an outfit for a holiday night out
See ao3 for outfit inspo
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Taehyung huffs around the bedroom, trying outfit after outfit and tossing the rejects to the floor. Seokjin lies on the bed watching, hands laced behind his head, admiring his fussy lover.
“What about this one?” Taehyung asks, posing in his 5th potential outfit, eyes wide and ready to receive praise.
“Gorgeous,” Seokjin replies. “Another 12/10, as always.”
Taehyung scrutinizes himself in the mirror and frowns. “Too pink,” he says, taking it off and returning to the closet.
Seokjin gets up and wraps his arms around Taehyung from behind, stopping his motion.
“Hyung,” Taehyung scolds. “I’m trying to get dressed,” He says, grinding his ass back into Seokjin.
“Quit lying,” Seokjin mocks, kissing Taehyung’s neck and pushing his own crotch forward. “Looks like you’re just trying to take things off to me.”
Taehyung looks up, his attention diverted. “What is Jungkook wearing?” Taehyung asks.
Seokjin sighs, knowing the omega’s cycles are revving up, and they’re both verging on pre-heat. That’s what’s triggering this peacocking streak. Seokjin tries not to sound interested, but of course, he is.
“Off-the-shoulder sweater dress. Red and White.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, knowing Jungkook is downstairs, showing off to the rest of the pack as they speak.
Seokjin is upstairs with Taehyung on purpose. Taehyung wants Seokjin, and Seokjin knows it. And Seokjin likes that he’s partial to his pack alpha.
“What about shoes?” Taehyung asks, flipping hangers.
“Taehyung-ah, you’re both gonna look gorgeous_”
“It’s a special occasion,” Taehyung interrupts. I want to be MORE than gorgeous.” He slips on a pair of black pantyhose.
“Thigh-high stilettos. Red,” Seokjin admits.
“Ugh, I knew I should’ve been ready sooner. I was gonna wear thigh-highs tonight,” Taehyung mutters.
“You can wear them too. I like you both in them,” Seokjin assures.
Taehyung resumes fishing through the closet, and Seokjin decides to go downstairs.
“I’ll leave you to it,” he says. It seems I'm nothing but a distraction.” Seokjin kisses Taehyung’s cheek. “Pick one and come down, ok? Car is coming soon.”
Taehyung nods, and Seokjin leaves.
Peeking out the bedroom door, Taehyung ensures Seokjin has gone downstairs. He reaches to the very back of the closet for the sweater he really wants to wear.
It’s certainly too much for their planned event tonight, but who cares? Taehyung knows Jungkook probably has all of Hyung’s attention just while he considers the outfit. And his cheeks burn when he thinks of them slipping hands under Jungkook’s dress. Taehyung puts on the top quickly and heads down—no second thoughts.
But he does take a moment to admire himself in the mirror. Sultry, sexy, ready to steal an alpha’s gaze as if he isn’t already a member of a bonded pack.
At the bottom of the step, Taehyung pauses before revealing himself to the waiting pack. He smooths out his skirt, takes a deep breath, and appears in the living room.
The group is dressed and waiting. Jungkook has his thighs split over Seokjin’s lap, and he huffs when Seokjin’s attention is lost, no longer indulging in the maknae on his lap.
“Does anybody want hot chocolate before we go?” Taehyung stands and waits long enough for all eyes to land on him.
There is a shuffle and a murmur—a slight change in combined scents. When Seokjin looks him up and down, Taehyung turns around into the kitchen, a smirk resting on his lips as he sets a kettle to boil.
It’s not long before Jungkook storms in, pouting with red lips and crossed arms.
His off-the-shoulder sweater dress is short, the hem hitting the thicker part of his built thighs. There’s a brief gap before the cuff of his boots begins.
“You can’t wear that,” Jungkook says. Taehyung was tickled by the outburst at first until Jungkook finished his sentence. “It’s embarrassing.”
It’s then when Seokjin saunters to the doorway.
“No, it’s not,” Taehyung touts back. “I look fucking good. What’s wrong with it?” He turns his gaze to Seokjin and approaches him. “Alpha, you like it, right?” Taehyung asks, doing a performative twirl, his skirt barely lifting off his thighs.
He’s wearing a turtleneck, arms covered down to his sweater paws. But the sweater is cut off in a crescent shape above his chest. A frilly lace bralette adorns his tits. And his flat tummy leads down to a silk, cream-colored, high-waisted skirt. Black thigh-high boots, in contrast to Jungkook’s red.
Taehyung is right. He looks fucking good.
“Jeonngguk,” Seokjin commands. “Go to the living room.”
“So, you’re just gonna let him go out like that?!” And Jungkook regrets the words as soon as they come out of his mouth, back-talking a command from his pack Alpha.
Seokjin chuckles lowly and shakes his head. Lovely as it is to be neck-deep in brats, it can be trying, too.
Jungkook shifts his weight on his feet and rubs his neck, probably where he should receive a nip for challenging Seokjin like this.
Seokjin stays silent, knowing he doesn’t need to repeat himself.
“I’m sorry, Alpha,” Jungkook whines, approaching Seokjin’s side. He wraps his arms around his neck and crams his tongue down his throat. Seokjin obliges him, kissing Jungkook back and slipping his hand under the high hem of his sweater dress, unable to hold himself back from a little squeeze. But he keeps an eye on Taehyung as he placates Jungkook.
Jungkook returns to the living room as asked, and Seokjin’s scent permeates the downstairs.
Turning his attention to Taehyung, Seokjin approaches him and rubs around his slight waist. He lets out a low growl, gliding his hands up and under Taehyung’s bralette. He twists his nipples, and Taehyung gasps and whines.
“Oh, you're a desperate little thing, aren't you?” He pushes Taehyung against the refrigerator, slotting a leg between his thighs.
Taehyung moans. “Mmph, Yes.”
SJ’s voice is all guttural growls now. “You want my attention so bad; you’re not even gonna let us leave the house before you get my knot.”
“Yes, yes,” Taehyung says, wrapping arms around Seokjin’s neck, expecting to jump into his arms and be whisked away upstairs to be appropriately bred.
Instead, Seokjin moves Taehyung to the kitchen table, which is entirely in sight of the crew in the living room. He bends Taehyung over the table, forcing him to look at the pack.
Taehyung doesn’t have time to properly blush before he hears a rip from between his legs and gasps. Seokjin has ripped open his pantyhose right at the crotch, pushing the strap of his thong to the side.
“Hyung!” he yells, and Seokjin kneels between and pries Taehyung’s asscheeks apart, latching his mouth to his cunt. He laps and laves at the opening, pressing a hand to his lower back to keep him in place.
Seokjin knows this is what Taehyung really needs: to know unabashedly how hot he is and how much Seokjin prefers him. He wants the pack to know that.
As a bonded pack, they’ve seen everybody fuck everybody. But this was different. Seokjin was sending a message. And it’s the one Taehyung wanted and needed, whether he knew it or not.
A combination of slick and spit runs down the inside of Taehyung’s thighs and messies Seokin’s mouth. Seokjin pushes two fingers inside just to test and hums in delight at the squelch.
Jungkook had already moved on to another Hyung, but he moves to where the kitchen meets the living room and kneels, watching Seokjin and Taehyung.
Hyung comes from behind and starts feeling beneath Jungkook’s sweater, and the rest of the pack gets close and cozy and watches as well.
Seokjin unzips his pants and pulls his cock out, tapping it on Taehyung’s tan ass. He pushes inside—Taehyung yelps, dropping his face to the table.
“No, no,” Seokjin mutters before gripping Taehyung's hair and pulling his head up. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Wanted the pack to see how alpha fucks his favorite pussy?”
Taehyung doesn’t speak, but the squelching of his slicked opening is loud.
“Listen to that,” Seokjin taunts, grinding his hips in hard circles to hear more of it. “Such a fucking slut, omega.” Never releasing his hair, he spanks Taehyung’s ass, and it echoes in the room.
Seokjin looks dead at the pack as he spanks his ass again and fucks into Taehyung. He lifts one of Taehyung’s legs onto a chair, and his eyes roll back at the new angle, pressing on his prostate.
Taehyung’s mouth hangs open; eyes shut as Seokjin fucks him so deep and hard. Seokjin growls, slamming his cock inside, hips moving impossibly fast.
Wide-eyed and watching, Jungkook feels between his thighs and swipes his own slick around. He’s startled by Seokjin’s voice.
“Come here,” Seokjin commands Jungkook. “Let him taste you.”
Taehyung barely opens his eyes to see Jungkook approaching the table. He pushes his fingers to Taehyung’s lips.
Seokjin pulls up on his hair more, lifting his head to suckle them in, doing anything to please his Alpha and tasting Jungkook’s sweet slick.
“Good boy,” Seokjin praises Jungkook.
With that, Jungkook returns to Hyung, who takes a lesson from Seokjin and tears Jungkook’s pantyhose. Jungkook's eyelashes flutter when alpha cock enters him, and his mouth forms an ‘O’ when he feels a knot already beckoning.
On the table, Seokjin grips the bralette and grabs hold of one of Taehyung’s tits, squeezing it as he fucks into him. His knot is already getting stuck at the opening.
Seokjin is out of control now and pounds into Taehyung even harder. The table shifts beneath them, and Taehyung cries louder, gripping the tabletop.
“Alpha, I’m coming, I’m co_” And Taehyung howls.
Seokjin finishes him, plowing until he’s stuck, seething and growling through ragged breaths.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises as he watches Taehyung’s cunt clench and contract around his knot, cumming.
“Hyung,” Taehyung cries, face pressed against the table, back arching impossibly deeper.
“Shhh,” Seokjin soothes. “You’re so good for us, baby. Look what you’ve done to them.”
Taehyung shakily pushes himself up on his arms. All pack members are Touching, humping, kissing, fucking. As a pack, they share each other, but they’ve hardly had a full-blown orgy since the last of them presented.
Taehyung giggles, looking back at Seokjin. Seokjin leans down and sinks his teeth into Teahyung’s scent gland. When he can, he slowly pulls out, watching his cum dribble out of Taehyung’s messy hole.
Seokjin helps Taehyung off the table and into a chair. He gets to his knees and begins unzipping and removing Taehyungs boots. “I don't think we’re going out tonight,” he says, kissing Taehyung’s forehead as he rises to his feet. “Why don’t you go up and put on something more comfortable?”
Jungkook offers Taehyung a grabby gesture from the living room, beckoning him to join. He’s still stuck on a knot, but it doesn’t stop Taehyung from approaching, grabbing his hand and leaning down to kiss him.
When Jungkook is finally free, Taehyung helps Jungkook take off his boots. They pull away their tattered pantyhose. Jungkook stays cozy in his sweater despite the outfit being a bit more casual now. Taehyung removes the rest of his clothes and puts on one of Hyung’s shirts, strewn nearby at the start of their playtime. They snuggle together on the couch, happily doted upon by their loving pack. There’s no competition When they’re knotted and sated like this.
Seokjin chuckles as he turns to the water kettle. Taehyung will want his hot cocoa before the night is over.
Summary: inspired by this: p0rn (This is a small part of a larger fic that only lives in my head now: the history of Jungkook’s first experiences with all his hyungs.)
Jungkook has been doing a lot with Hobi and Jimin. Recently, they invited Yoongi into the mix, and Jungkook is disappointed with how hesitant Yoongi was and how he was holding back. Jungkook knows it's because Yoongi still sees him as a kid in many ways. He’s going to make sure Yoongi knows otherwise.
They sit on the couch alone, watching a movie. and Jungkook is obvious. They both get what they want 🙂
“Hyuuuuung,” Jungkook whines, tugging at Yoongi’s shirt.
“What?” Yoongi looks at Jungkook. He mimics Jungkook’s pout, which no sooner morphs into a shit-eating grin.
“You know what,” Jungkook pouts, lifting the remote to shut off the TV. He’s exasperated with Yoongi’s supposed ignorance, inching closer to him on the couch.
“I don’t,” Yoongi coos, leaning in. “Tell me.”
Jungkook looks down and pensively rubs his arm. “Why don’t you want me to touch you?”
The insecurity bleeds out in Jungkook’s voice more than he wants.
Even worse, it KILLS Yoongi. He intended to tease Jungkook, but giving the impression he didn’t want his touch wasn’t the intention. He keeps up his play anyway.
“Who says I don’t?”
Jungkook takes a thoughtful pause before straddling Yoongi’s lap. He places his hands on either of Yoongi’s shoulders and swings his legs over Yoongi’s thighs.
“Hyung…” he starts, pressing his torso to Yoongi’s chest. “I’m not a little kid anymore.” His doe eyes are soft and lidded.
Jungkook teeters on the razor’s edge of premier confidence and debilitating insecurity. It’s precious and makes way for the rest of Yoongi’s resistance.
Yoongi tangles his hands in Jungkook’s hair, yanking it back.
“You think I don’t know that?” He whispers, pulling Jungkook and dragging teeth along his jaw, making him whimper. He continues.
“You don’t think JM and HSK tell me all about what a good little cockslut you are? How you can go for hours and hours and never get tired? The way you suck cock, ride cock, worship cock?”
Yoongi looks down at his crotch, embarrassingly hard, but is pleased to see Jungkook is right there with him. He loosens the grip of his hair, moving his hands down to Jungkook’s waist.
“You think I wasn’t losing my fucking mind watching your lips wrapped around my cock the other night?” He gropes at himself at the words, and Jungkook smiles, batting his sweet eyelashes.
Yoongi leans in to whisper. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” He pushes his lips to Jungkook’s, needing to taste him. Jungkook whimpers as his mouth is pried open. He tangles his fingers in Yoongi’s shaggy hair.
Yoongi pulls away, eyes half open, entranced. “You know what else they told me?” He slips his hand beneath the fabric of Jungkook’s pants, grabbing his ass.
“They told me… you have the prettiest little cunt.” He grazes his fingers over Jungkook’s hole, making him shudder. “And you love to get eaten,” he plants his lips on Jungkook’s neck. “Is that true, Jungkookie?”
Jungkook looks away, face flushed in humiliation. Yoongi loves to see the red-hot embarrassment on Jungkook’s face. Yoongi turns Jungkook’s chin back to meet him. “Is that true?”
Jungkook nods, looking down and feeling his ears burn red. Yoongi presses his fingers firmly to Jungkook’s hole while he taunts him.
“They said they could do it for hours because the sounds you make are so beautiful,” Yoongi continues with an arrogant chuckle. “You think I haven’t thought about that?”
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines.
“Let me see,” Yoongi orders, guiding Jungkook to stand up. He pulls Jungkook’s pants down, Jungkook lifting his feet to get the fabric around his ankles. He sits on the couch next to Yoongi.
Yoongi presses two fingers to Jungkook's lips. “Get them wet.” He hums low in delight when Jungkook takes him in. He gets a feel of Jungkook’s mouth, taking him back to that place a few nights ago, how soft and warm he is.
Jungkook keeps his eyes locked on Yoongi as he laves over his fingers. He knows what he’s doing.
Yoongi groans. “Oh, you’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?” He teases as the fingers fall out of Jungkook’s mouth with a pop.
Yoongi lowers his fingers between Jungkook’s legs and pushes in. Jungkook gasps.
Yoongi coos. “Ohhhh. I know HSK and JM are so sweet to you. You’ve never taken it dry before?”
Jungkook just shivers, adjusting to the rigid intrusion and shaking his head.
“Turn over,” Yoongi instructs as he pulls his finger out.
Jungkook crosses his arms over his waist to remove his shirt, exposing his chest. Yoongi hums and grazes his fingers over the sensitive buds. He turns over and presents himself to Yoongi with a deeply arched back.
Yoongi gets to his knees on the couch, lined up behind Jungkook. He bends down and gives a chaste kiss on the flesh of his ass, followed by a spank.
Jungkook stifles a moan, then whispers. “Mm_Hyungie…they’ll hear us,” he says.
“I know,” Yoongi purrs back, spanking him even harder, allowing it to echo through the living room. “I’ve got a better idea,” he says. Yoongi pushes the coffee table away and sits on the floor with his back propped on the couch.
“What are you doing?” Jungkook asks, looking over his shoulder.
Yoongi leans his head back to rest on the cushion. “Sit on me,” he says, looking up at Jungkook. “Come on,” he says, encouraging.
Jungkook is initially unsure but braces himself, grabbing the back of the couch. He aligns himself over Yoongi’s face but can’t bring himself to properly sit.
Yoongi pulls his hips down to latch on properly and groans when he finally feels the weight of Jungkook’s body on his lips.
Yoongi buries his face between his cheeks, slurping. It’s messy and fevered. Sucking, groping, licking. He’s insatiable.
Jungkook grips the back of the couch tighter, bucking his ass back and whining. He forms a rhythm with his hips. Rocking back and forth, letting Yoongi’s tongue press all over, and egged on by the lewd sounds of spit against his flesh.
Yoongi pushes his tongue inside, getting the slightest taste of Jungkook’s inner walls, pressing a finger in again, his finger fighting with his mouth.
Yoongi runs his hand over his own cock and pulls away a moment. “Is that good, baby?”
Yoongi can barely get the sentence out before Jungkook forces his hips onto Yoongi’s lips, desperate for his mouth.
Summary: Jungkook interrupts Namjoon's livestream to take advantage of their free-use arrangement :)
Tags/Notes: smut, free-use, butt plugs, teasing, anal sex, oral sex, blowjobs, swallowing, slut, vlive, weverse, public sex, semi-public sex, rough sex, kissing, JK is irresistible, Top!NJ, Bottom!JK, established relationship, Joon is down BAD, JK's ass prevails, better to overuse names than be unclear.
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After a long day of work, Namjoon sits down in his studio and starts a Vlive. It’s the last thing he’ll have to do today before he can go home.
The stream gets going, comments invading and scrolling down the screen. Namjoon scans through as best he can as they zoom downward.
He greets his fans and sorts through questions about his hair, his projects, and the other members.
Your hair is getting so long!
Yoongi Marry me!
When is your album coming out???
Namjoon is startled by a knock at the door, not expecting anybody. Visits from other members are typically planned and Namjoon thought he was alone today.
“Please, wait for me,” he says. In caution, he aims the camera at the ceiling.
He opens the door to Jungkook, who stands in the doorway, effortlessly beautiful in his baggy shirt and sweatpants.
“Hi,” he says. Just the sound of his voice has Namjoon's pulse racing.
He pulls Jungkook inside, shutting the door behind them. He presses him to the door and greets him with a kiss on the lips.
Hunger takes over Namjoon. He presses his body against Jungkook’s, exploring his mouth with his tongue, and running hands down the length of his back and over his ass. Jungkook whimpers in his grasp.
He has to step back and gain his composure, almost forgetting where he is and what he’s doing. Every encounter with Jungkook is like falling into a deep hole that he can’t crawl out of. It’s intense and all-encompassing in the best way.
When he's alone, he can be normal. He can think. But the moment Jungkook comes around, it's like his brain turns to mush. It makes the nature of their free-use arrangement thrilling, but it also makes Namjoon susceptible to Jungkook’s whims at the worst moments.
“I’m live right now,” Namjoon says in his most hushed voice, reminding himself too.
“Oh?” Jungkook looks only half surprised.
In more caution, Namjoon runs to the computer and mutes the microphone.
“Maybe give me 20 minutes? I’ll finish early.” He gets his lips on Jungkook again. He holds his face in his hands, feeling himself drowning.
“No,” Jungkook hums, shaking his head sweetly, voice going up at the end. He wraps his arms around Namjoon’s neck.
Namjoon titters nervously. He understands their arrangement, but he’s literally live streaming.
“That’s the agreement, Hyung. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere,” Jungkook quips. “I’ll be quiet,” he says. “Unless you want to use the safe word.”
Namjoon gulps and shakes his head. He couldn’t possibly resist Jungkook.
“Will you join me?” Namjoon asks, in a last-ditch effort. “ARMY would love to see you.”
Jungkook slyly shakes his head.
Namjoon has a sneaking suspicion that Jungkook has planned this. He makes his way back to his chair to sit, hesitant. He angles the screen away so as not to expose Jungkook.
Jungkook arranges himself on the couch, out of view and behind the camera.
He removes his shirt, tossing it to the side. “Go on, Hyung. They’re waiting.”
Namjoon nods, taking a deep breath. Has to get back on or management will be breathing down his neck.
He says a silent prayer before pointing the camera to himself again. He reconnects the audio and continues. Comments have flooded the session.
Where are you????
What happened????
Namjoooooooooooon!!
“Sorry, I had some technical difficulties,” he explains, easing the virtual crowd. “It was just a staff member.”
From the corner of his eye, Jungkook rubs hands over his bare chest and nipples, caressing down the washboard of his stomach.
It's everything Namjoon can do to keep at least one eye on the screen.
Jungkook’s cock grows in his sweats. He licks his fingers and keeps one hand tweaking his nipple, gasping a little. He rubs over his crotch and gets ahold of his cock, sheathed by fabric. He looks down at it, then at Namjoon.
Jungkook’s face is a bit flushed now, lips parted as he rubs over himself. Namjoon's mouth waters .
Jungkook keeps his eyes locked on Namjoon. Removing his sweatpants, he reveals a lack of underwear. He drags his fingertips between his thighs, tickling himself before stroking at his hardened shaft and swiping pre at the tip.
Namjoon squirms in his seat. Time isn’t moving fast enough. He has to be live for at least a half hour and there are still 15 minutes left.
He does his best to focus, putting both eyes on the screen. He reads comments and answers questions as Jungkook lies stark naked on the couch. It’s their little secret.
Dissatisfied with the attention he’s receiving, Jungkook stands and approaches Namjoon, still out of view of the camera.
Namjoon looks up at him, trying to do two things at once.
'Back up,’ Jungkook mouths. Namjoon scoots his rolling chair back, doing his best to appear casual. He panics when Jungkook gets to his knees just under the camera.
“What are you doing?” Namjoon whispers, aiming the screen at the ceiling and muting the audio.
“Relax,” Jungkook soothes. “Just a little longer,” he says, settling between Namjoon’s legs.
Who’s with you???
What are you looking at?
Show us!
They’ve made use of this arrangement endless times, but it was always at least behind a closed door. How could they do it like this in front of fans? What if management catches wind of this? It’s terrifying and thrilling, all at once.
But he can’t bring himself to stop Jungkook. He’s irresistible .
Settled between his knees, Jungkook gently caresses Namjoon’s thighs at first. Resetting the equipment, Namjoon focuses his attention on the viewers again.
Jungkook signals for him to lift his ass slightly so he can lower his sweatpants. Namjoon riffs, seemingly shifting from the waist up.
He maintains composure and reads comments, thinking less about Jungkook and feeling comfortable just having him below.
"Yes, the track list will come out soon."
"I worked on it for a long time, I hope you enjoy it."
Jungkook massages Namjoon’s cock and places little kisses through his briefs. He rubs his face and mouth against the clothed shaft. Jungkook’s warm breath and the friction of the fabric create a unique sensation.
It’s soothing, in a way, and puts Namjoon in a more relaxed headspace. He muses with fans over his last trip to the art gallery and his Instagram photos.
What’s your favorite gallery?
Yoongi Marry me!
His stomach drops when Jungkook pulls his shaft from the slit in his shorts. He places gentle little kitten licks at the top, so soft they almost tickle. Namjoon’s face and body heat up, cock fully erect. He does his best to carry on.
He tangles encouraging hands in Jungkook’s hair and nearly chokes when he feels his warm mouth wrap around him. Jungkook is merciless, even letting out a little moan as he takes him in. Namjoon clears his throat over the noise.
What was that?
You look flushed, Joonie.
Who’s with you??
Are you feeling well?
Namjoon stops him, placing his hand on Jungkook’s. It’s a signal to slow him down and Jungkook does, creating a new rhythm.
“I’m ok, just very tired. I’ll rest soon.”
Namjoon relaxes, answering easy comment questions while Jungkook softly sucks below. He pretends to look down at his phone so he can see Jungkook. He looks proud and beautiful, like his lips were meant to be wrapped around Namjoon's cock.
Namjoon looks at the clock: 4 minutes to go.
Jungkook eventually stops sucking. He just sits prettily with Namjoon’s cock in his mouth, occasionally shifting and swallowing pooled spit, keeping his cock warm. He patiently traces sweet circles on Namjoon's skin with his fingertips, resting his cheek on his thigh.
Jungkook looks up, batting his eyelashes and smiling around Namjoon’s shaft.
“Well, I'll need to end this soon. I have more work to do,” Namjoon says, cutting the stream a few minutes short.
He quickly blows kisses and waves to fans before ripping the audio cable from the computer.
“Fuck, Jungkook, tell me you didn’t know I was live,” he whines, pushing his chair out.
“Of course I did,” Jungkook smiles, wiping his mouth. He pulls Namjoon’s sweats around his ankles and reaches a hand up to get help off the ground.
They share a sweet kiss before Namjoon tangles a hand in Jungkook's dark locks and yanks it back, causing him to yelp.
“You knew what you were doing by coming here,” he growls, shoving his tongue in Jungkook’s mouth to taste him. “Such a fucking slut.”
Jungkook whines, nodding in his grasp.
Namjoon laughs. This isn’t a thing. He said it in the heat of the moment but didn't expect Jungkook to agree .
“Yeah? Are you a fucking slut?” The words encourage him.
Jungkook unlatches Namjoon’s hand. “Your slut,” he whispers, taking a step back. He gets to his knees on the couch, facing away. He grabs the edge and bends over, arching his back as best he can to expose a plug, lubed and stuffed between his cheeks.
Namjoon groans. “Fuck, Jungkook,” he says, groping at his cock. It’s leaking and angry red at the tip now.
“Wanted to be ready for you, Hyung,” Jungkook coos, playing with the base and gasping as he pushes it in and out of himself. “Do you like it?”
Namjoon walks over to him, hypnotized by the sight. Jungkook’s pretty pink hole clenches around a slippery plug and the idea that it’s been inside him this whole time sets a fire off in Namjoon.
He nods, leaning down to kiss and lick around the plug. He turns it and watches Jungkook squirm. “I like it.”
He yanks the plug out and lets it thump to the ground, watching Jungkook’s hole wink and clench around nothing.
“My slut,” He hums before replacing the plug with four fingers, stretching him even further. Jungkook yelps, trying to adjust. Namjoon gently tilts Jungkook’s head back from behind for a languid kiss.
“Get on your back,” he instructs, removing his own shirt.
Jungkook lies on his back, body splayed across the cushions. He brings his knees up higher, wrapping hands around the outside of his thighs to pry himself open. Namjoon stands and watches him for a moment, stroking himself at the sight. He’s perfect, open, and waiting for him.
Jungkook whines at Namjoon’s hesitation.
“Oh, you’re a desperate little slut, aren’t you?” Namjoon taunts, and Jungkook nods feverishly again.
Namjoon teases, leaning down to drag teeth over Jungkook's neck. He grinds their cocks together, desperate for any friction. He prods the tip at the opening and barely slips inside.
“Namjoon,” Jungkook whines.
“Say please ,” Namjoon instructs.
Jungkook drags Namjoon’s bottom lip between his teeth. He looks right into his eyes, bucking his hips up.
“ Please , fuck me,” he begs.
Namjoon pulls Jungkook's bottom closer to him, lines up, and plows his thick cock inside. Jungkook groans when he slams into the hilt.
He grips Jungkook’s delicate waist, pushing himself in until his balls knock against Jungkook’s flesh. He grinds his hips, stretching him thoroughly. Draping Jungkook’s ankles over his shoulders, he pounds, gaining speed.
Jungkook has his arms up and over his head, palms wrapped around the arm of the couch as Namjoon fucks him into it. The couch bangs against the wall and shifts on the ground as his hips piston into Jungkook.
He pounds into the deepest part of him, making up for the nearly thirty minutes Jungkook taunted and teased him. He was egged on by how perfect he looked beneath the chair and the way his doe eyes looked up at him with a mouth full of his cock.
“Joonie, ah, Hyung!” Cum oozes from Jungkook’s aching cock and Namjoon drills into that spot, willing more to spill.
The sound of his name riles him further. He folds Jungkook in half, pressing his thighs flush with his tummy. He thrusts and buries himself as deep as he can go.
“Where do you want me to come?” Namjoon asks, feeling himself get close.
“Inside, please, Joonie, fill me up,” he pants. “Need your cum.”
Namjoon loops his arms around Jungkook’s thighs, pulling him even closer to use his body.
He grunts and groans as a powerful orgasm bursts from him. He fills Jungkook to the brim as fingernails dig into his back.
He slowly pulls out, admiring Jungkook’s messy hole, blown out and sensitive. Namjoon leans down to kiss him again and gets hold of his cock. He uses his hands and mouth to finish Jungkook.
Namjoon swallows him down, loving the taste of him on his tongue.
Focusing on the tip, he flicks his tongue over the top and strokes the shaft. Jungkook’s whines get higher and louder, hips bucking up. Namjoon increases his pace and holds his tongue out. Beautiful sounds emerge from Jungkook as he shoots into Namjoon’s open mouth, swallowing every drop.
Namjoon collapses on Jungkook’s chest, and they lay, used, and spent. Namjoon makes a trail of kisses down the line of Jungkook’s neck. They kiss and cuddle, happy in their post-coital bliss.
Namjoon’s hand rustles at the ground and he replaces the plug, reveling in the idea of his come lingering inside Jungkook.
Jungkook glances just past Namjoon and lets out a slight gasp. “Hyung,” he whispers.
Namjoon turns to where Jungkook is looking and sees the reflection of themselves in the camera. The stream is still live.
Viewers have skyrocketed and comments move twice as fast down the screen.
Summary: Namkook barely start dinner before they’re romping in the sheets.
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The dinner Jungkook prepared is sitting on the kitchen counter, untouched and cold. Namjoon and Jungkook can be heard in the bedroom giggling when the cork pops off the champagne bottle and disappears into the abyss of the bedroom.
Namjoon has his legs straddled on either side of Jungkook, who lays with his back on the bed. Namjoon sips at the foaming wave spilling over the neck of the bottle. They roll naked together in the sheets, kissing and being in love after barely beginning their Valentine’s night-in.
Namjoon tilts Jungkook’s head back to pour champagne from the bottle directly into his mouth. It drips messily onto the sheets, but they laugh and carry on anyway.
Namjoon licks up what drips down Jungkook's chin and then holds his hips to the bed, leaning down between his legs with the champagne bottle in hand.
Jungkook knows where he’s going with this. He takes and holds the bottle over his own tummy and tilts it, letting it spill into the crevices of his cut stomach.
Namjoon slurps the champagne from Jungkook’s body. Jungkook smiles, amused, pouring more.
They get drunk on each other.
Setting the bottle on the nightstand, Jungkook leans up and kisses Namjoon’s lips, wrapping arms around his neck and looking up at him with his big doe eyes.
“I Love you,” Jungkook whispers.
“Love you,” Namjoon replies, pursing his lips for a kiss.
“I have an idea,” Jungkook pipes up. He hops off the bed and trots to the kitchen, returning with a jar of honey. Namjoon sits up on the edge of the bed while Jungkook removes the lid and tosses it to the nightstand.
“Honey?” Namjoon questions.
“Yes, dear?” Jungkook winks, dipping two fingers into the small jar and spreading a dollop on his abdomen. His fingers barely leave his torso before Namjoon has latched his lips to Jungkook's skin, licking up the sticky substance and groping at Jungkook's ass cheeks.
Namjoon lets out a satisfied groan at the taste of the pleasant honey. He collects some on his finger from the jar in Jungkook's hands and slides it along the underside of his shaft. Jungkook hisses through his teeth.
Namjoon tilts his head to suck and slurp at the skin under Jungkook’s shaft, dragging his tongue up and swirling it just under the tip.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Jungkook praises.
Namjoon nods happily and makes sure all the honey is gone before letting his mouth touch Jungkook's opening. He envelopes his tip and swallows Jungkook to the base, taking in as much of him as he can and letting his tongue roll around the shaft.
Jungkook throws his head back. Namjoon’s mouth is so good, but It’s feeling too good, too fast. He pulls Namjoon’s mouth off and takes a breath.
“Sorry,” Namjoon says, knowing what he’s done.
“Don't be,” Jungkook giggles. “I love your lips.” He bends down to swipe a honey-drenched finger over Namjoon’s bottom lip. Jungkook sucks the lip between his teeth.
He guides Namjoon to his back and spreads cold honey on his nipples, Namjoon gasping at the sensation.
Jungkook licks and swallows, humming at the sweet taste. He properly fastens his lips, mixing the honey with saliva and swirling it around Namjoon’s delicate nipples.
Namjoon stifles his moans, tangling a hand in Jungkook’s hair and pulling.
Jungkook pinches and twists the other nipple with his free hand, sure not to let up until he can hear Namjoon moaning through open lips. Jungkook lets his hand fall to his own shaft, stroking himself to Namjoon's pretty noises.
“Close your eyes,” Jungkook whispers, letting his shaft fall to his thigh.
Namjoon smiles at Jungkook, endeared by him. He follows orders and feels Jungkook shuffling beside him.
“What are you doing?” he laughs.
“Playing a game,” Jungkook says.
“What game?” Namjoon instinctively opens his eyes.
Jungkook places his hand over Namjoon’s eyes. “ Close them ,” he reminds. Namjoon obliges.
After a bit more movement of the mattress, Jungkook pulls Namjoon above him and leans in to whisper, “Don’t open your eyes until you find it all ,” he says. He gently guides Namjoon’s head to travel downward.
Namjoon follows his lead, letting his lips walk down Jungkook’s neck and chest. The sweetness of Jungkook’s nipple pleasantly bursts on his tongue. He pulls his teeth over the sensitive skin and Jungkook squirms as Namjoon eats him clean.
He searches Jungkook’s torso and nipples for any remnants of honey, kissing and nibbling at him anyway when he finds nothing but clean skin.
“Hyung,” Jungkook scolds.
Namjoon pulls off. “That’s not against the rules, is it?” he teases. Jungkook shakes his head, eager to have Namjoon’s lips back on his body.
Namjoon finds more sweetness at his navel as he continues South. His fingers get trapped in honey when they drag along Jungkook’s inner thighs.
He cleans them with his tongue, replacing dollops of honey with loving hickies that only they’ll be able to see.
Jungkook moans and mewls above him, reaching a hand down to palm himself.
Namjoon brings Jungkook’s delicate ankle to his mouth and sucks honey off. He kisses his ankle bone and up the length of his foot before placing it back on the bed.
It only seems appropriate to repeat on the other side. Jungkook giggles, pleased, as he watches.
Namjoon finds traces of more at his belly and around his collar bone.
“Open,” Jungkook says. Namjoon opens his eyes to Jungkook offering his honey-drenched fingers. Namjoon sucks them clean too, Jungkook’s eyes stay locked on Namjoon’s lips.
Jungkook turns Namjoon over and kisses down his spine before lifting the champagne bottle from the nightstand and pouring it into the dip in Namjoon's back, just above his ass. He drinks from the divot, finishing the bottle. Namjoon does his best to crane his neck back to see but forgets it when Jungkook’s tongue makes its way around the outside of the plug nestled between his cheeks.
Jungkook yanks Namjoon’s plug and he yelps at the sudden emptiness, but swoons when three of Jungkook’s fingers sink deep into him.
Namjoon bucks back against Jungkook’s lips and fingers, making the prettiest sounds. Jungkook works his hands and mouth on Namjoon in just the way he needs. He fucks the plug in and out of him a few times before pushing it all the way in and leaving it sunken inside.
Jungkook moves to his back and spreads his legs wide beneath Namjoon, removing his own plug slowly. Namjoon leans down to kiss him one more time. Jungkook loves this kind of kiss. It’s soft, gentle. It’s one that tells him his world is about to be rocked.
Namjoon pushes Jungkook's legs behind his head and plunges his cock inside. Jungkook cries out when he buries to the hilt. Namjoon grabs a hold of one of Jungkook's legs for leverage and picks up his pace, grinding his hips into him as their skin slaps together. Jungkook’s calves are draped over Namjoon's shoulders, whose hands are rolled into fists on the bed as he plows inside with his forehead pressed against Jungkook's.
“So full,” Jungkook whines. His cock leaks from the tip onto his own tummy, pink and aching.
Jungkook can feel Namjoon take an extra moment to grind and clench back on his own plug with each thrust, little moans escaping his lips and enjoying the extra sensation.
Namjoon loves watching Jungkook make a mess of himself. He rubs cum over Jungkook’s chest and nipples, licks some up with his tongue.
Namjoon turns Jungkook to all fours with a deep bend in his back to expose himself. Namjoon playfully smacks Jungkook's cheeks and aligns himself to slide inside. After breaking him in, Namjoon reaches around and wraps his hand around Jungkook's shaft. He’s already trembling beneath him at the slightest touch.
Namjoon pounds inside, feeling close already. Both their moans fill the air when Namjoon comes, clenching around his plug and pulsing inside Jungkook.
Namjoon pulls out slowly, watching the cum spill from Jungkook's opening. He uses his finger to push some back inside and watches it fall out again.
Jungkook remains on all fours, head resting on his folded forearms and swaying his thick ass side to side until Namjoon has had enough (for now).
He flips Jungkook to his back and takes his swollen cock into his mouth again, swallowing him down. Jungkook gasps, that ‘too good’ feeling washing over him again.
Jungkook whines “Hyung, gonna come,” when Namjoon gags at the base, mercilessly bobbing on his shaft.
Jungkook tugs at his hair, but Namjoon pins Jungkook's wrists at his sides, silently begging for a warm load in his mouth.
“Ah, ah_” Jungkook fusses and groans and pulses into Namjoon's mouth. Namjoon happily swallows it down, not releasing Jungkook's cock until it begins going soft between his lips.
They collapse next to each other and relish in each other's stickiness. After coming down a bit, they head to the shower, scrubbing each other clean and restoring each other.
They eat dinner, clad only in towels. Jungkook sits in Namjoon's lap as they feed each other, weak and depleted after their romp. Namjoon's arms wrap around Jungkook's waist, knowing he has everything he needs right here. It’s exactly as it’s supposed to be.
“Still good,” Jungkook shrugs, commenting on the cold food.
“If you made it, I know it is,” It’s the truth, even if Namjoon is at the mercy of anything Jungkook is willing to feed him.
“Hmph,” Jungkook hums, with his legs draped over Namjoon's thighs and nuzzling into his neck. Jungkook feeds him another bite and seals it with a kiss on his lips. Namjoon snuggles, pulling Jungkook closer and kissing his cheek.
Summary: Namkook are in love, but they have no idea (And they were roommates).
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Namjoon stares at his computer screen for the umpteenth hour, plagued by writer's block. His deadline quickly approaches, but his progress stands where it did a week ago.
The block first started in his mind, weighing it down with a headache. Now it’s sunken into his body, making his muscles tense and sore.
The phone rings and he’s grateful to be distracted.
“Hey, where are you?” Jungkook's voice asks from the receiver. “You said you were gonna workout today.”
“I planned on it. I still have so much to do, and the deadline is tomorrow.”
“Still stuck?” Jungkook sympathizes.
“Very,” Namjoon sighs and runs hands through his hair.
“Take a break, clear your mind,” Jungkook chirps.
Namjoon knows he’s right, but has a sneaking suspicion. “How bored are you?” He asks, knowingly, and Jungkook cracks.
“Ugh, so bored,” he whines. “It's so dead and my 5 o'clock canceled.” Namjoon laughs to himself, glad for a brief moment of lightness as Jungkook continues his plea. “Please, come keep me company at least.” He delivers his best pout through the receiver.
And Namjoon can't resist the pout, not even through the phone.
“Give me ten minutes,” he says before hanging up.
Namjoon joined the gym and started working out seriously at the end of his last relationship when things were looking bad. It was his way of breaking out before he actually could.
He met Jungkook for a few personal training sessions and they became fast friends. Jungkook was there to lend an ear when Namjoon’s relationship finally ended and helped make sure he kept up his fitness progress.
When Namjoon’s boyfriend moved out, Jungkook moved in. They agreed to try it for a few months, since he needed a new place and they got along well enough. It’s working well. Jungkook is gone most of the day, working at the gym and usually working out himself after. It allowed plenty of time and space for Namjoon to work from home as a writer.
He enjoys Jungkook’s company at home, too. He wasn’t expecting it, but the friendship is nice and has been helpful to his healing.
He bikes to the gym and upon entering, makes his way to the punching bags. Propping himself against the wall, he watches Jungkook for a while.
He has his hands up by his face, releasing little grunts as he switches and hits, the sharp ridges of his body visible under his dark, baggy shirt. Sweaty hair is draped over his forehead, full of sexy energy as he beats the punching bag.
“Hi,” Jungkook notices Namjoon’s presence and approaches him. His smile is a warm comfort, but it quickly evolves to a grimace. “If writer's block had a face...”
“Thanks,” Namjoon says, slumping on a weight bench.
Jungkook places his hands on Namjoon’s shoulders. “Geez,” he remarks, feeling the tightness. He straddles the bench behind him.
“Yeah, I think I'm turning into stone,” Namjoon frets.
Namjoon sinks under his grasp as Jungkook squeezes and tugs at the tension in his shoulders. He massages upward and presses his thumbs to the side of Namjoon’s neck and he groans.
The pressure loosens Namjoon’s muscles and the scent of Jungkook lightens his weight. He sits with his head hung, melting under Jungkook’s touch, almost startled when he speaks again.
“I could get you an appointment with the massage therapist here, like a professional?” Jungkook sweetly offers.
“No, thank you,” Namjoon squeezes the hand resting on his shoulder. “Spot me?” He tries to stay focused. Namjoon has seen a lot of developments. Jungkook's help has done wonders for his workout and accountability and he sees no sense in slowing down now.
He situates himself on the bench and lifts a set. When he sits up, Jungkook makes eye contact with a guy across the gym floor.
“Isn't that your date from last night?” Namjoon recognizes him from pictures.
“Yeah,” Jungkook grimaces, avoiding the man’s gaze.
“Not good, huh?”
“No. Not good.” Jungkook rolls his eyes.
“What’s wrong with him?” Namjoon asks, observing the man. He’s cute enough, but certainly not good enough for Jungkook.
“He doesn’t know how to fuck,” Jungkook says.
Namjoon turns and elbows him. “Jungkook, lower your voice.”
“Look, I don’t mind going on dates just to hook up. It can make things a lot simpler, but it doesn’t work if you don’t know how to fuck. Same as the last 5 matches on this app.”
Deep down, Namjoon is relieved it didn’t work out. He finds himself a little more relieved with each of Jungkook’s failed matches.
“I’m meeting someone new tonight and if it doesn’t work out, I’m quitting all the apps,” Jungkook continues.
“It’s a slump,” Namjoon offers, though he finds comfort in Jungkook doing just that. “I’m sure the next one will be better.”
Sex had been the last thing on Namjoon’s mind after the breakup. He focused on moving on, immersing himself in his work, and working out. He’s settled well enough now and his desire is coming back around, but he can’t imagine meeting someone new.
“I just want to get fucked properly,” Jungkook asserts, definitely too loud. He looks around, aware. “I’m just saying,” he whispers as Namjoon finishes his set.
Namjoon's stomach flutters, hearing Jungkook proclaim his need. It ignites a million images and scenarios that have a heat stirring in his cock. He sits up before Jungkook can see how affected he is.
“What about you?” Jungkook asks. “It’s been 6 months now. Maybe getting out would loosen you up, help you blow off some steam,” he innuendos. “Plus, all this work you’ve been putting into your body? You should show it off.”
Namjoon looks down, gets shy. “I have been thinking about it lately.”
“Do it!” Jungkook encourages. “If you stay backed up, so will your writing.”
They finish their workout and head to the showers, where Namjoon’s mind continues to wander.
He thinks of his ex. Sometimes, just plowing into his tight ass would be enough to clear Namjoon’s mind and get words on the paper.
Jungkook's proclamation broke something open in him. There is a sudden call of duty to right the wrong and a pang of contempt at the guys who aren’t cutting it.
Namjoon knows, knows if he ever got his hands on Jungkook…
He cuts himself off at the thought, willing his erection away.
When Jungkook moved in, the agreement was to keep it platonic. This was easy enough for Namjoon at first. But now that the fog of heartbreak has cleared, there’s no denying it. Jungkook is sexy.
Namjoon tries not to think too much about it and considers it a milestone in moving on from the breakup. It’s only natural that it’s his overtly attractive roommate & friend. He just needs to get out there and meet someone.
He pushes the thoughts from his mind, turning off the shower and toweling himself off. The curtain slides nearby and Namjoon’s eyes follow Jungkook as he exits his shower stall.
Removing the towel from his waist, Jungkook shakes the fabric through his dark hair, walking freely nude in the locker room.
He approaches the mirror and leans over the sink to inspect his pores, sticking his ass out. He looks back and Namjoon’s eyes bolt. It’s like he’s doing it on purpose.
Just when Namjoon is sure he’s caught, Jungkook turns his backside to the mirror. He observes his own plump ass, lifting and dropping the thick flesh. He retrieves his phone from his gym bag and poses, snapping a picture.
Namjoon is hard in his fresh clothes. Whoever gets a chance with that ass and messes it up is an idiot, he thinks. He waits until Jungkook is at least half-dressed before opening the curtain.
“Ready? I'm starving,” Jungkook says, pulling a shirt over his head.
“Yeah,” Namjoon replies, removing the tags from his shirt. It’s one Jungkook recommended buying after dragging him on a recent shopping trip.
“I told you that would look good on you! It’s not too small at all,” Jungkook compliments with wide eyes.
“It’s not too small, it’s too tight,” Namjoon corrects.
“No, you’re just getting so beefy,” Jungkook says, squeezing at his chest and Namjoon playfully shoves him away. He’s most insecure about his chest, despite obvious gains.
“Your work is paying off. Your arms too, Hyung,” squeezing his biceps. “You look good,” he says sincerely.
“Thank you,” is the best Namjoon can muster, and Jungkook rolls his eyes.
Namjoon hides the grin on his face as they walk out of the locker room.
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“Did you drive?” Namjoon asks as they exit the gym and he scans the empty lot, unlocking his bike.
“I jogged here this morning,” Jungkook mutters, looking guilty.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “And how are you gonna get home?” he asks, mounting the bike.
Jungkook smiles and mounts his body behind Namjoon, wrapping arms around his waist.
“Jungkook,” Namjoon hangs his head at the idea of trailing 150 pounds of pure muscle behind him after a tough workout.
“C’mon, extra cardio,” Jungkook says, offering encouraging pats on his shoulder. “I’ll make you dinner,” he offers in a sing-song-y voice.
Namjoon pedals the short distance back to the apartment, feeling good with Jungkook’s arms wrapped around him.
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They arrive home and Namjoon gets right back to his work at the dining room table where his deadline mocks him. His body feels better after a workout with Jungkook, but his mind still isn’t right.
“How much do you have left tonight?” Jungkook asks, holding the coffee pot.
Namjoon smiles. Jungkook asks this question anytime he’s working late like this.
“Do you have some formula to calculate how much I'll need?” Namjoon chuckles.
“Tell me how long you have first,” Jungkook insists, a sweet sparkle in his eye.
He looks at his work, contemplating. “An hour,” Namjoon reports.
Jungkook sets into motion. “No matter how long, at least one cup.” He winks, pouring filtered water into the pot.
“A ‘half hour’ means 45 minutes and two cups.” The second cup, so you can make the extra 15 minutes.” he continues, filling the machine to the gills with water.
“An ‘hour’ means two hours and a full pot.” He scoops ground coffee.
“And ‘almost done’ means brew two pots, and you’ll be up until dawn. He smiles, starting the coffee and powering on the Bluetooth speaker. He sets the mood with music and Namjoon relishes in being taken care of for a while.
He continues to watch Jungkook, closing his laptop and placing a paper pad and pen on top instead.
Namjoon writes freely, musing over Jungkook, who muses over the ingredients in the fridge. Jungkook takes out dishes, eyeballs ingredients. He admires the way Jungkook can whip anything up, barely able to follow a recipe himself if he tried.
Namjoon is over his ex enough to not think about him in these scenarios anymore, but Jungkook makes a good replacement.
In a lot of ways, Namjoon and Jungkook are closer than Namjoon and his ex ever were. They never talked over dinner, listened to music together. The kitchen hardly got any use until Jungkook moved in.
Namjoon writes and writes, letting Jungkook carry the ideas in his mind. He’s pulled out of his reverie when Jungkook shoves a pair of chopsticks to his lips.
“What is it missing?” Jungkook pouts.
Namjoon chews the yummy food, swallows. “Nothing,” he replies, honestly.
Jungkook huffs, unsatisfied, but places the pot on the table. Namjoon moves his work out of the way so they can settle into their routine.
They sit and eat, Jungkook noticing the handwritten paper. “What are you writing?”
“Nothing, sometimes free writing clears the block,” Namjoon explains.
Jungkook leans over and looks. “May I?” Namjoon nods.
Jungkook reads it over, scanning the lines of the paper. Namjoon watches his dark, saucer eyes take it in. "I like it,'' he says sincerely. "It's like a poem or lyrics to a song or something."
Namjoon laughs at the idea.
“I’m serious,” Jungkook insists. “A writer is a writer, right?”
“Well, you’ll have to be the one to sing it, then.
“What!?” Jungkook replies in disbelief.
“I've heard you in the shower,” Namjoon’s voice softens. “You have a beautiful singing voice."
“You can hear me?” Jungkook says, a pretty blush rising to his cheeks.
Namjoon shifts in his seat. “Well, yeah, I can hear everything.”
Jungkook takes a quiet beat, eyes narrowing. "Everything?"
“Yeah,” Namjoon raises his eyebrows, leaning in closer and giving Jungkook a quick look. “Everything.”
“Hyung!” Jungkook scolds, shoving Namjoon's shoulder and covering his mouth with his napkin.
“I'm just being honest!” Namjoon laughs. “The walls are thin.”
He leans back, satisfied by the bright pink flush on Jungkook’s cheeks and proud of having him wound up like this.
And the walls are thin. His voice is just as pretty coming from the bedroom, although Namjoon has heard less of it recently. Hence, the slump.
“I'm just saying, it's very pretty,” Namjoon finishes.
Jungkook clears his throat, shifting in his seat.
Namjoon has a realization halfway through their meal. “Wait, you’re not going to dinner?”
“No,” Jungkook says. “I’ve decided once someone lays me as I see fit, I’ll grace them with my presence at a dinner.”
They carry on without incident and it’s quiet for a while. Everything in Namjoon's mind is blocked except for this one seed of an idea Jungkook planted. It’s the only idea his mind will follow through on.
“When was the last time you were… fucked properly?” Namjoon queries, quoting Jungkook and regretting it almost immediately. This is such dangerous territory.
But Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat. “You first,” he quips.
“Six months,” Namjoon chuckles. "Although I stopped counting at three."
Jungkook laughs. “Well, it’s only been a month and a half for me. Now I feel bad.”
“Don’t,” Namjoon says.
Jungkook giggles and covers his face with his hands. “I just need it, you know?”
Namjoon’s breath hitches and he swallows. That word. Need.
Jungkook continues, “I don’t know if it’s the same since…” he trails off.
“Since?” Namjoon urges him to continue.
“Well, you’re a top,” he states.
“Most of the time,” Namjoon retorts.
Jungkook nods. “You know when someone just… bends you over and plows into you until you can’t think anymore? Filling you up?”
The longingness is evident in his words. Namjoon’s jaw is clamped shut as he pictures being the one behind him.
“Does that make sense?” Jungkook asks.
“Definitely,” Namjoon replies, clearing his throat. “Having someone eager to take you inside, giving them all of you?” Namjoon runs a hand through his hair. “I get it.”
Jungkook swallows, something dark flashing in his eyes as he leans in. “Anyway,” he breathes, seeming to shake himself of the feeling and standing from the table. “Wish me luck.”
“Be safe, have fun, good luck.” Namjoon watches Jungkook exit the front door. He feels whiplash from how abruptly that ended and hopes he didn’t make Jungkook uncomfortable.
He glances back at his paper. Usually, when he 'doodle writes' like this, he trashes the paper, making it a proper flush of his brain. This time, he tucks it in a folder and puts it away.
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Namjoon rolls over and mumbles, stirred awake by noises. He glances at the clock: 1:30.
He shuffles and sits up, stomach dropping when he realizes what the sound is.
It’s Jungkook. He’s moaning, clearly enjoying himself. His date must’ve been successful. Namjoon rolls his eyes and turns over to get back to sleep, wrapping a pillow around his ears.
But Jungkook is so loud. After how he played shy today, Namjoon can't believe it. He's always heard Jungkook on his dates, but this was even worse.
Namjoon can’t tell if he’s jealous of Jungkook getting laid at all or that someone else is behind him, giving him everything and making him moan like that.
But it’s been so long since Namjoon put his cock anywhere warm and wet. It's turning him on more than anything else. Jungkook sounds so hot.
His cock throbs in his shorts. He ruts himself against the mattress, eventually tucking a pillow between his legs for relief.
He imagines Jungkook bent over, his thick ass cheeks jiggling with each thrust. He would look back at Namjoon with teary eyes, finally getting what he’s needed for so long.
Namjoon lies on his back and slips his hand under the waistband of his underwear, rubbing the aching length. He shudders at his own touch, sticky at the tip already.
He lines up the pump of his fist with Jungkook's moans, thinking of his words, and getting off on what a shameless bottom he is. Big, strong muscle bunny, yet so obvious he loves being stuffed full.
Jungkook’s moans increase, getting close. Namjoon takes deep breaths, trying to keep his composure, keeping his strokes even and his voice quiet.
“Ah Hyung! Hyung, Hyung!” Jungkook’s cries in pleasure and Namjoon loses control. He spills over his own palm, stifling his moans with his other hand, envisioning filling Jungkook to the brim with cum.
He pants for a while and wipes himself off on the sheets, clarity, and guilt kicking in.
Thoroughly ashamed, he goes to sleep, promising he’ll never do it again.
Summary: Part 2 of Secret. Namkook are so in love and horny
Tags: smut, porn, sex, switch!Joon, switch!JK, rough sex, anal sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, PDA, secret relationship, horny JK, I Love you, denial of feelings, angst, love, anal play, sex toys, butt plugs.
Chapter 2 of Secret
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Namjoon has been working for several hours now. Head, weary with a hangover. Just hours after Namjoon left Jungkook in bed this morning, Jungkook’s name lights up his cell phone.
Where are you? Meet at my studio?
I’m swamped. Meet you at home?
Please? Need you.
Safe?
Safe. Namjoon replies.
Namjoon hits play on the video that arrives. Jungkook's plump ass faces a full length mirror as he fingers himself. His ass is slick with lube and swollen from being used by Namjoon the previous two days. He uses a free hand to cinch his t-shirt around his waist. Namjoon can’t see his face but there are unmistakable little whimpers in the background. It doesn't take a moment for Namjoon to reply.
Be right there.
Namjoon hurries to Jungkook’s studio and unlocks the door to see him in front of the mirror.
“Hyung…” Jungkook whines, as Namjoon walks over.
Namjoon lifts Jungkook to his feet by his waist, kissing him. “What has you so worked up baby?”
“Can’t stop thinking about you,” Jungkook pants through Namjoon's kisses. “Thinking about how good you looked last night all filled up… makes me need you more.”
The words urge on Namjoon. He removes Jungkook's shirt and presses his back against his own chest, letting his hands roam free and admiring Jungkook's body in the mirror.
Namjoon rests his chin resting on Jungkook’s shoulder from behind him, rubbing hands over his chest and abs, and over his hard cock.
Namjoon tries to slow things down, knows they can get carried away fast. He takes a moment to really look at Jungkook.
“You’re so beautiful,” he admires. Jungkook shys his face away.
“I'm serious,” he plants a soft kiss on his cheek…”look at you.” Namjoon watches a smile creep on Jungkook's bitten-pink lips.
Jungkook speaks to Namjoon's reflection. “Say it again,” he says softly.
Namjoon smiles. “Again?” nuzzling his face into Jungkook’s neck.
“Again. Please?” Something in Jungkook's eyes looks unsure, desperate. Like he’s never heard it before.
He pulls Jungkook's chin back to look directly at him. “I love you, Jungkook.” he kisses him softly, holding his torso.
Jungkook whines and cranes his neck back to kiss him, hands tangling in his hair.
“I love your body,” Namjoon says, grazing fingers over the curve of Jungkook's hip. “I love this spot on your neck,” he sucks gently where Jungkook’s neck and shoulder meet. Jungkook swoons, nuzzles his cheek to Namjoon.
“And this one,” he continues, moving to right behind his ear and Jungkook giggles, breath increasing.
Namjoon urges Jungkook to prop his arms on either side of the mirror and bend over. He leans down and examines Jungkook’s used hole.
His voice gets low, almost a growl.
“I even love your cunt like this,” swirling his tongue around the sensitive area “puffy and swollen.”
Jungkook begs, bucking his hips back. “Pleeeeease,”
Namjoon pulls him up by his hair and Jungkook gasps, hands not braced on anything anymore, just being held up by Namjoon.
“I love what a little slut you are for me…” Namjoon filthily whispers, “...begging for it when I just fucked you this morning,” sinking teeth into his neck.
“Fuck me,” Jungkook whines at the mirror, grinding his ass back into Namjoon.
Namjoon is already sliding himself out of his pants, unbothered to remove his clothing. He pours nearby lube from Jungkook’s video shoot, guides Jungkook to lift his ass and slides inside. Namjoon sets a punishing pace right away, heedless of Jungkook's sensitive hole.
Namjoon props Jungkook’s body up flush in front of his own, watching him in the mirror. “Love fucking you till you’re full and dripping,” he taunts, feeling himself teetering on the edge already.
“Please, I need it.” Jungkook whines.
Tumbling to the floor, Jungkook gets to his hands and knees. Namjoon gets a better grip on Jungkook's hips and pushes him down onto his cock.
Jungkook moans, pleased to get Namjoon deeper inside.
Plowing inside, Namjoon growls as their skin slaps and squelches together. He keeps his rhythm when he comes, watching cum drip from Jungkook as he continues to slam inside.
He pulls out and doesn’t lose stride. Flipping Jungkook to his back on the floor, Namjoon leans down to take him into his mouth. He grabs the base of Jungkook's cock, lips wrapped tight and running over the top. Jungkook tangles encouraging hands in Namjoon's hair, pulling when he’s about to come but Namjoon sinks his lips to the base. Jungkook shudders and whines, spilling into Namjoon's throat.
Namjoon rises up to peck Jungkook’s lips before collapsing beside him on the floor, both catching their breath.
Jungkook shifts his body and winces, sensitive.
“Sorry,” Namjoon apologizes.
“Worth it,” Jungkook smiles, lacing their hands together.
“Are you sore at all?” Jungkook asks and Namjoon's heart races, images from the night before flashing through his mind.
Namjoon's eyes dart down, “a little.”
Jungkook snuggles up to him, resting his head on Namjoon's chest.
“Well, Did you like it?” Jungkook asks.
“You've asked me that already.”
Jungkook smiles sweetly, looks up at him. “Say it again.”
Namjoon smiles back. “Yes, I liked it…”
“Well… do you want to do more?” Jungkook's eyes are cute and wide in anticipation.
“Are you setting up our next fuck when we’ve just finished? And you’re nearly swollen shut?”
“That's not an answer,” Jungkook points, unwilling to let Namjoon get away with it.
Namjoon swallows before allowing himself to be honest. “I haven't stopped thinking about how good it felt, Jungkook,” stroking fingers along his cheek.” I want you, all of you. Want to be full of you.”
“Shit,” Jungkook whispers, looking like he might bend Namjoon over right there.
Namjoon feels relieved. Relieved he can just feel the good feelings without guilt or regret anymore.
“You love me?” Namjoon asks.
Jungkook laughs at him ,rolls his eyes like it goes unsaid.
“I love you, Namjoon” he kisses his lips, then leans in to whisper. “And tonight im gonna fuck you so good, you wont be able to walk tomorrow.”
Namjoon feels an excitement pool in his belly at the threat when there’s a knock at the door.
Jungkook checks the camera. “It's Jimin.” Jungkook quickly dresses, kicking the bottle of lube under the couch. Namjoon zips his pants, straightens himself up.
“Ready?” Jungkook asks before opening the door.
Namjoon nods, nervous, knowing he needed to talk to Jimin about last night but wanted to do it on his own terms.
Jungkook opens the door and Jimin enters, scoffing at their obviously fucked out looks.
“I'm here to speak to Namjoon-hyung?… I figured I'd find you here,” he says to Namjoon.
“Ok,” Jungkook flops casually on the couch.
Jimin clears his throat. “… alone?”
Jungkook sits up, indignant at being tossed from his own studio. Namjoon and Jimin glare at him, cueing his exit.
Jungkook rises to his feet and Kisses Namjoon square on the lips before leaving. “See you at home?”
Jimin stifles a smile and rolls his eyes, it’s the first time they've acknowledged it like this. Namjoon notices Jimin's reaction and lays it on thick, laughing and pulling Jungkook back.
“I love you, baby,” he kisses Jungkook again.
“I love you too,” Jungkook replies back with a cheeky smile, Namjoon spanking him on the way out.
“Enough,” Jimin scolds as Jungkook leaves.
The silence settles when Jungkook's sweet presence leaves. Namjoon stutters to start and Jimin interrupts.
“I'm sorry for everything yesterday,” Jimin starts. “The way I acted, the way I was touching Jungkook… I was wrong. Please forgive me, hyung.” He bows.
Namjoon follows up before forgiving too quickly. “Why did you do it?” Namjoon asks.
“Because you were lying to us.” Jimin says, hurt. “But I should've let you tell us in your own time.”
Namjoon runs hands over his head. “I’m sorry I made it seem like I couldn't trust you.
Thank you for protecting us.”
Jimin nods. “Always.”
Despite reconciliation, Namjoon can't get the image of Jungkook thrusting up into Jimin's hand under the table from his mind. The way his eyes rolled back…it was too familiar, too comfortable.
“You and Jungkook…?” It comes out as a question.
Jimin straightens and shuffles his feet. “It’s…not my place to say,” he offers and the overwhelming silence tells an unspoken history. “But It’s long over.” he concludes with a nod.
Namjoon accepts his explanation and asks a final question. “Last night, you told me…’You're not keeping the secret you think you are’,” recalling. “What does that mean?”
Jimin sighs heavily before answering.
“You and Jungkook have never been a ‘secret’… it’s been a long time coming, I think.”
Namjoon is tuned to Jimin words as he speaks.
“The secret is… something about the way you two look at each other. Seeing you the last few months…it's like you’re both in on some great secret the rest of the world isn’t privy to.”
Namjoon thinks for a while, likes the way Jimin is seeing them.
“I’m happy you told him…that you love him.” Jimin concludes.
Namjoon half chuckles, unsure. “I don’t think he believes me. He keeps asking me to tell him again like I'll change my mind.”
Jimin tilts his head, understanding something about Jungkook Namjoon doesn’t yet.
“Jungkook got his dream come true,” Jimin says softly. “I think he’s afraid he’ll wake up.” He continues. “Jungkook has loved you for a long time. Before...anything or anyone else.”
It's then when Namjoon realizes How long Jungkook's been waiting, how agonizing it must've been when they were just fooling around and why he asks to hear it again and again.
Namjoon has always known but always pushed the feelings aside, chalking all of Jungkook's feelings and actions to admiration, being an older brother. Chalking his own feelings up to nothing.
Namjoon and Jimin leave Jungkook's studio, embracing before parting ways..
Namjoon is pulled to Jungkook's apartment like a magnet, suddenly feeling that there's so much more to say.
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Namjoon enters the apartment and meets Jungkook where he stirs a pot in the kitchen. Namjoon grabs Jungkook by the waist and looks right in his eyes.
“I love you.” he says sincerely.
Jungkook smiles gleefully again, wrapping arms around Namjoon’s neck.
“I love you,” he replies. Just as happy to hear it as ever.
“I'm sorry you had to wait so long for me to tell you,”
Jungkook giggles. “Hyung, it's only been a few months,” placing a spatula down.
Namjoon frowns, wanting to help Jungkook understand.
“When did you know that you loved me?” Namjoon asks, seriously.
Jungkook's eyes go wide and he stammers. “You first,”
Namjoon takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words.
“Before… you were my friend, We grew up together,” he gazes out. “Then, our conversations got deeper and I realized… I didn’t know you as well as I thought.” He shakes his head to himself. “When you kissed me for the first time that night…It’s like I was seeing you for the first time. I knew nothing would be the same after that.”
Jungkook tilts his head to him, lost in thought.
“You?” Namjoon urges.
Jungkook wrings his hands. “I don’t have one,” he admits.
“What?” Namjoon questions.
Jungkook swallows and Namjoon grabs his fidgeting hands, soothing his nerves.
“When we met, I just knew.” Jungkook says in a heavy exhale.
“Knew what?” Namjoon bids.
“Something,” he chuckles, then continues. “I was really young and I don’t think I knew what to call those feelings then. I knew it was more than admiring you but I knew I couldn’t think too much about it. But it’s always been there. And it wasn’t until recently that I understood what it was.”
What is it?,” Namjoon urges, lips drawn to Jungkook’s words.
“There is no “before & after” for me.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I love you.”
They kiss softly, having a better understanding of each other now.
“Worth the wait,” Jungkook touts with a kiss.
Pressing their foreheads together, Namjoon gives Jungkook's arms an acknowledging squeeze.
“Candles?” Namjoon changes the subject.
“Wanted it to be nice for you,” Jungkook says, already removing Namjoon's shirt. Namjoon laughs, fond of Jungkook's eagerness.
“Dinner too?”
“Yeah, I made dinner,” he begins, guiding their bodies to the bedroom. “Are you hungry?”
“I was, but now I think it can wait,” breath increasing at Jungkook's touch and anticipation.
“Good,” Jungkook says, pressing a hand to Namjoon's chest to guide him on the bed. Jungkook removes Namjoon's pants and crawls above him, preying, kissing down his chest and abs.
“You’re not hungry, I'm guessing?” Namjoon teases. Jungkook rises and grips Namjoon’s jaw between his thumb and index finger, kissing him. Jungkook nips Namjoon's bottom lip with his teeth.
“Im starved,” Jungkook replies.
Namjoon's eyes go wide, feeling that ignition of desire that always sets them at a fast pace.
“Off,” Namjoon breathes out, rushing to remove Jungkook's shirt. Jungkook stands to his feet, hurriedly removing the rest of his clothes.
Jungkook lays himself above Namjoon, kissing his neck and over his nipples. He leans down to tuck his face between his ass cheeks, urging Namjoon to lift his hips.
Namjoon shuts his eyes, tries to steady his breathing. Prying his nervous knees open, Jungkook licks a strip from just above his hole, dragging it up to the tip of his shaft. Namjoon shudders.
Jungkook spits from high up and spreads the moisture around Namjoon's opening, poking the tip of his finger inside to see how stretched he is from the previous night. Leaning down, Jungkook latches his lips to suck and eat at Namjoon greedily. Namjoon trembles beneath him, stifling moans at first. Jungkook eats him sloppily, flicking his tongue around Namjoon's ass, attempting to draw sounds from him.
“Does that feel good?” Jungkook asks.
“Yes,” Namjoon breathes out.
“Then let me hear you,” Jungkook says, inserting a finger into Namjoon. Arching his back, Namjoon tries to focus on not holding his breath. When Jungkook pushes two fingers to the webbing, Namjoon gasps and whines. Jungkook hums, satisfied. Still letting his tongue circle over his fingers, Namjoon places his hands on his forehead unsure how to handle the sensation, moaning each time Jungkook pushes in.
“Turn over,” Jungkook instructs, letting his fingers slide out. Namjoon complies, lifting his ass in the air. Jungkook takes him from behind completely.
Namjoon's heart races, unsure if this is the moment. Jungkook pushes his two fingers in again, taking more time to scissor and twist into Namjoon, until he’s primed and pliant around him. Namjoon rests on his forearms, feeling Jungkook stretch him, plunging fingers inside.
“Ready?” Jungkook asks. Namjoon pushes his hips back in response.
Jungkook spills generous lube and pushes just the tip in at first, pulling in and out a few times shallowly before sinking all the way inside.
Namjoon chokes out a moan, feeling Jungkook split through him. Jungkook gropes at Namjoon’s thick ass cheeks. “Love how you wrap so tight around me.”
Holding Namjoon by his waist beneath him, Jungkook sets a pace, thrusting inside. Namjoon relishes in being so full, bouncing his hips faster on Jungkook's cock. Jungkook stills his own hips to watch Namjoon's ass work his shaft and offers an encouraging spank. Namjoon whines, at the tingle.
“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook slaps again. Namjoon is shocked at the moans escaping him.
Jungkook turns Namjoon to his back again and curls his arms around his thighs. Dragging him to the edge of the bed, Jungkook buries himself inside, watching himself disappear into Namjoon. He pushes his thighs to his chest, getting impossibly deep with slow and powerful thrusts, grinding into his body.
Namjoon cries out. “Wait_ wait, i’m gonna come,” Namjoon sits up and presses his hand to Jungkook’s shoulder, trying to stop him, not wanting it to end.
“there,” Jungkook mutters to himself and plows harder into the spot he’s found. Namjoon throws his head back as cum spills from his untouched cock each time Jungkook drills into that spot deep inside him.
Jungkook slows, giving Namjoon a breath. He stays inside, thrusting slowly.
“How do you feel,’ Jungkook checks in, spilling a little more lube where their bodies connect.
For once, Namjoon doesn’t have words, just pulls Jungkook in for a kiss. Jungkook groans and pushes deep again, to that spot, holding it there until Namjoon whines.
“Does that feel good?” Jungkook checks.
“Yes,” Namjoon pants. I just feel like_
Jungkook pulls Namjoon's fisted hands to his thighs, encouraging him to hold them open. Namjoon does, ready to take what Jungkook gives him. Bracing himself on the mattress with one arm, Jungkook finally grabs hold of Namjoon's aching wet shaft, stroking him and quickening his pace pounding inside him. Namjoon sobs at the contact, holding himself open.
“Now you’re gonna come,” Jungkook whispers and Namjoon comes at his words, feeling a familiar pulsing in his cock, then, warmth spilling inside him as Jungkook groans through his own orgasm.
Namjoon lays with closed eyes and shaking legs, whining when Jungkook pulls out of him. Jungkook leans down to slurp at his messy tummy, tasting every drop of him. Insatiable, even after the act.
Namjoon is in and out of consciousness when he feels the touch of Jungkook's hand on his body ,cleaning the both of them with a wet washcloth and tossing it aside.
Jungkook lays with Namjoon, spooning his body and wrapping a hand around his waist from behind. He plants kisses down the line of Namjoon’s neck. Then, long on his lips, Namjoon has never felt so close.
When they pull apart, Jungkook's eyes are already beckoning.
Summary: Namjoon and Jungkook fuck A LOT. Jungkook is SO horny. They explore something new. They are SO in love and SO in denial. Namjoon wants to tell Jungkook how he feels. Bangtan's Love & Support is unmatched.
Tags: smut, porn, sex, switch!Joon, switch!JK, rough sex, anal sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, PDA, secret relationship, horny JK, I Love you, denial of feelings, angst, love, anal play, sex toys, butt plugs.
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1:54 PM
The afternoon sun peeks in through the windows as Namjoon watches Jungkook sleep. He strokes his hair, admiring his beauty.
They’ve spent many days in the last few months like this, Jungkook sleeping late into the afternoon and Namjoon just watching.
Jungkook lays on his back, the half-hard cock resting on his inner thigh can be seen through the outline of the sheets.
Namjoon pulls the sheets away and leans down, bracing himself on his arms to plant little kisses on Jungkook's tummy, drawn to his cock and nestling his face where Jungkook's thighs meet his crotch.
Jungkook stirs again, tangling a hand in Namjoon’s hair. Namjoon makes contact, dragging his tongue up Jungkook’s shaft before taking the tip into his mouth and sliding his tongue around the top.
“Hyung_” Jungkook whines, voice groggy with sleep.
Namjoon has cultivated a finesse about this now, knowing the best way to work his tongue and hands on Jungkook. He knows how to look at him and see how he’s feeling, how to drive him wild. It was foregin at first, and Namjoon had to clumsily find his own way, but now he enjoys himself, pleasing Jungkook like this.
Namjoon fully swallows Jungkook, bobbing over his shaft. Jungkook keeps his eyes closed. Sinking to the base, he tests himself to see how long he can hold Jungkook. He stifles his gags, showing off.
Looking up, Namjoon locks eyes with Jungkook, eager for his approval, wanting to show him how well he can take Jungkook down his throat.
“Fuck” Jungkook curses. He pulls Namjoon off and lets his own cock throb in the open air for a moment before pulling Namjoon's head up and crashing their lips together.
“Mmph_ fuck me…,” Jungkook whines between kisses.
Namjoon obeys, pushing Jungkook's knees apart and to his chest, wasting no time sliding inside. Jungkook cries out, still wet and open from the night before. Namjoon reaches to the nightstand and pours lube over where he's already inside Jungkook.
Locking two arms around his thighs, Namjoon shoves a tongue in his mouth, stifling moans of oversensitivity as he pounds into Jungkook again . Jungkook is moaning loudly, enjoying himself. His beautiful voice echoes in the room.
“The neighbors are gonna hear you,” Namjoon warns through thrusts, though he loves it. Namjoon would love for everyone to know Jungkook is making these sounds because of him. Still, it would be disastrous if they know who lives here.
He presses a hand over Jungkook’s mouth and plows into him as hard as his body will allow. Their wet skin slapping together is as loud as Jungkook's moaning, if not louder.
A futile attempt, Namjoon moves his hand to tug at Jungkook's cock instead. Jungkook lets out muffled squeaks as Namjoon pulses inside, messying his swollen hole again.
Namjoon lets himself fall out of Jungkook, watching cum spill from his puffy pink rim. He uses the edge of the bedsheet to wipe Jungkook's wet tummy. They collapse and lay, basking in their afterglow. Jungkook's face, red from friction. Namjoon looks at Jungkook and laughs, endeared.
“What?” Jungkook giggles while catching his breath.
“Nothing,” Namjoon soothes. “I like your voice.” He kisses his cheek.
Jungkook senses Namjoon is making fun of him and gives him a playful shove where they lay next to each other on the bed.
“You don’t know how good it feels,” Jungkook says, with a pout.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Namjoon smiles.
Jungkook cuddles close to Namjoon, placing a hand on his chest with puppy dog eyes on display.
“I want to show you.” He looks at Namjoon seriously now. “Would you let me?” he asks, stroking fingers down his arm.
Namjoon's chest heats. He’s certainly thought about it. He’s thought about how and when it might fall along this journey with Jungkook.
Jungkook really loves it. And Namjoon is certainly curious.
“When?” Namjoon asks.
Jungkook looks at his watch. “Well…we still have a few hours before we need to leave,” he says, raising an eyebrow and leaning in to kiss him.
“Maybe after?” Namjoon suggests, when they pull apart.
“Yeah?” Jungkook says, excitedly.
“What will we do?” Namjoon asks, nervous.
Jungkook scratches the freshly buzzed hair behind his head. “We can do whatever makes you feel good,” he begins. “And we can stop when it doesn’t”. Jungkook kisses him again. “And we’ll get clean first,” he suggests, pulling Namjoon off the bed by his hand.
They head to the shower in an almost coordinated routine. Namjoon turns on the water while Jungkook inspects his pores in the mirror, like they always do.
Namjoon looks at Jungkook's reflection from behind him and grabs the nape of his waist like he always does. They Inhale the natural musk of each other one last time before rinsing clean, like they always do.
Namjoon can't remember the name or purpose of this event they are preparing to go to, some fundraiser. He just knows he and Jungkook will have to keep their distance. It gets harder to pretend with each passing day.
Mindlessly soaping his body, Jungkook seems distracted.
“What are you thinking?” Namjoon queries. Although, he already knows. It’s the same thing he’s thinking.
“I wish we could go together,” Jungkook admits, aloud.
“Me too,” Namjoon soothes.
It was so hot at first, sneaking around. Trapping themselves behind locked doors and making secret claims on each other, leaving hidden little love bites and hickeys on skin that no one will see. The heat of knowing they’re the only two in on this secret.
But now they just want to be together, to stop hiding. Namjoon wants to be honest.
He continues out loud, “I thought about just telling them, you know? Just getting it out there.”
“What would you say?” Jungkook asks, water spilling down his strong shoulders.
Namjoon feels the words bubbling up inside him and threatening to spill over, the most basic explanation for what’s been going on the last few months. He searches for the courage in himself to say it to Jungkook right now, let him be the first to know. Jungkook looks up at him in anticipation.
“I don’t know,” Namjoon lowers his head. “I guess by the time I find the words, they don’t sound right anymore”.
They shower in silence, letting the risky words fade away.
“It’s just a few hours,” Namjoon assures, lightening the mood. “And then…”
“And then…” Jungkook rubs suddy hands over Namjoon's plump ass, laying a playful smack with a smile, “I can have my way with you?”
Namjoon nods and they kiss, water rinsing the worry from their bodies.
5:29 PM
The event starts like any other. Namjoon arrives and approaches most of the group where they sit at a table.
“Where is Jungkook?” Jimin asks Namjoon right away. They’d taken separate cars to avoid suspicion.
“I don’t know,” Namjoon brushes Jimin off and shrugs. “He said in the group chat that he's on his way.” He pulls out his chair and sits down between Jimin and Yoongi.
Jimin shoots him a knowing look and Namjoon darts away from his gaze.
“There he is,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon tries to settle the butterflies in his stomach.
Jungkook greets the group and moves to sit at an empty seat before Yoongi stops him and wordlessly trades places with him, pulling him by the shoulders and positioning him to sit next to Namjoon.
Namjoon and Jungkook exchange a look but Jungkook pushes through, acting casual. He’s barely sitting down before Jimin continues his interrogation.
“So what did you guys do after practice last night?” Jimin says. A loud thud comes from beneath the table and Jimin receives what looks like death glares from the rest of the group.
Jungkook replies right away, unbothered. “I went to bed, I was beat after practice yesterday.”
Namjoon watches the glares ease off Jimin, but Jimin won’t take his berating eyes off of Namjoon, who takes a healthy sip of his cocktail, preparing to fill-in his part of the lie.
He stammers at first. “I went to the gym.”
Jimin's face lights up “Oh, so you saw Taehyung?” Jimin cheerfully announces. “TH, you went to the gym after practice last night, right?”
THs eyes go wide, shaking his head at Jimin. Namjoon's stomach sinks.
Divinely, some acquaintance gleefully approaches Namjoon as the leader of the group with a jolly handshake, removing him from the situation and pulling him into a conversation.
Namjoon tries to shake off this bad vibe, chalking it up to a naturally dramatic Jimin.
8:26 PM
The night goes on and liquor flows, Namjoon intentionally keeps his distance from both Jungkook and Jimin.
Namjoon finds himself a bit overserved, feeling unsteady on his own two feet. The bartenders are heavy handed. If the booze flows, the money will too.
He takes a moment to himself in a bathroom, splashes water on his face.
The weight of the secret and whatever part of it Jimin knows, weighs on him. His mind is fuzzy around the edges from alcohol.
Namjoon gets his bearings, he’ll never hear the end of it from management if he’s sloppy drunk. He opens the bathroom door to the hallway and feels every muscle in his body relax when he sees Jungkook exit the bathroom door next to him.
Jungkook latches onto his arm right away, cheeks flushed pink and looking a bit tipsy himself.
“I know!” Namjoon interrupts and they both giggle, taking a sweet private moment with each other.
Jungkook peeks over Namjoon's shoulder to check the coast is clear and steals a kiss. Namjoon grabs him by the waist and pulls him close, letting the comfort last a little longer.
Jungkook attempts to pull himself together. “Ok, I'm going back out, how do I look?” He straightens his suit jacket and runs a hand through his hair.
The words burn holes in Namjoon's throat again, looking at Jungkook. He wants to say the words to his expectant face. He wants to get back to the apartment, lock the door and stay inside with the words.
“Perfect,” he replies. Settling for one word that doesn’t say it all but communicates a truth.
Jungkook heads out of the hallway first and Namjoon lingers for a minute before heading out behind him.
9:36 PM
Namjoon has relaxed a bit, has sobered just enough while chatting with another group.
He sees a far less sober Jungkook and Jimin across the room. Jimin is handsy with Jungkook. Too handsy, rubbing Jungkook’s thighs under their table. Jimin intentionally flirts with Jungkook and locks eyes with Namjoon, gaging his reaction.
Namjoon watches Jimin hand slide up to grab at Jungkook's crotch. Worst of all, Jungkook drunkenly leans into it, softly thrusting into his hand.
Namjoon turns to face the other way, afraid the feelings will swallow him whole.
He’s infuriated that Jimin would cause a scene like this at all when they’re in public, at a work event.
Jealous of how keen and familiar to Jimin's touch Jungkook seemed. Mortified at the unraveling of his own secret.
He takes a deep breath. When he turns back, a wobbly Jungkook approaches, Jimin following behind with an indignant look on his face.
Bold and touchy, he pushes Namjoon to plop into a chair just below him. He sits directly in his lap, draping arms around his neck. The group Namjoon was speaking to politely excuses themselves with judgmental eyes.
Namjoon is stunned, unsure of what to do but glad Jungkook came to Namjoon with this horny energy.
“Meet me in the bathroom?” Jungkook moans in Namjoon’s ear, nearly grinding on his lap.
“We can leave soon,” Namjoon offers, doing his best to untangle his body from Jungkook’s and tries to get him in the chair next to him.
“No, hyungie, please , '' he pouts, scooting to his lap again. “Need you now,”
Namjoon is hypnotized as Jimin stares with contempt.
“We can go now ,” Namjoon gives in, breath quickening and cock already succumbing to Jungkook in his pants, uncaring of Jimin's glare.
Just then, Seokjin and Hoseok lock eyes with Namjoon and dart away, avoiding his gaze. Then, they lock eyes with Yoongi who marches directly towards them.
Yoongi beckons Jungkook to come greet an acquaintance nearby, pulling him away from Namjoon. As they walk off, Yoongi turns and gives a scolding look to Namjoon.
He watches the three men exchange a final look and nod to each other like they've accomplished a mission. In the corner of the room, Jimin is clearly being reprimanded by Seokjin and Hoseok.
It's then when Namjoon recognizes he’s on the opposite end of a familiar situation.
They’re doing damage control. And it's not for Jimin or Jungkook. It's for him .
Thoughts race about what he could do to damage control the damage control, as if he had any control left.
Taehyung and Yoongi return with Jungkook, both with an arm at the small of his back. Jungkook is certainly inebriated but was clearly unfooled by Yoongi's weak distraction.
“Namjoon…” Yoongi says, authoritatively. “Jungkook is sloppy. You need to take him home.”
“I’m fine.” Jungkook says calmly, rolling his eyes with crossed arms.
It's then when Hoseok, Seokjin and Jimin rejoin the group, Jimin barely looking like he's been put in his place.
Yoongi rolls his eyes at Jungkook.
“Yes, you’re fine but you’re sloppy and it’s better you get home.”
“I just requested my car,” Jimin pipes up and offers. “You guys take it,” he says. “I’ll get another one.” He looks at Namjoon. His eyes are softer now, less menacing.
Namjoon doubles down.
“I’m staying,” he bluffs, grabbing a drink from a passing tray. “You should walk Jungkook down, make sure he gets in safe.”
Jimin laughs, tongue in cheek “Namjoon…,” Jimin sassily starts, good will depleted. Hoseok pulls him back, whispers something in his ear. Jimin lets it go.
Jungkook turns to leave on his own, taking a drink on the way out.
They both bluff, waiting for the other to chase after Jungkook.
Jimin gives in first and sends Taehyung. “Go with him,” he instructs. Taehyung follows Jungkook.
Namjoon faces off with the remaining members, most of whom have sympathetic looks on their faces.
Jimin scoffs. “You know, you're not keeping the secret you think you are.”
“Jimin…” Seokjin warns.
“What does that mean?" Namjoon snarls, getting chest to chest with Jimin.
Jimin takes a deep breath, takes a step back from Namjoon.
“It means…” Jimin starts. “Right now, everybody knows you and Jungkook are going to his apartment. So, just... get there. So we know you're safe.” He looks back briefly at the other members. “You don’t have anything to prove to us,” he assures with a nod. But we all know what management will say about it, so we'll stay and finish up here. Just let someone know when you get home.”
Namjoon nods and feels his body go numb. He slowly turns to walk out of the room and when he finally is, he starts running .
They all know. And they were just keeping up his lie out of respect.
He hears Jimin's voice as he runs down the stairs of the lobby. You’re not keeping the secret you think you are.
He runs from the voice, knowing he can’t properly consider the situation until his mind clears tomorrow. All he can focus on right now is making his way to Jungkook.
He beats himself up for letting Jungkook leave alone and choosing the lie over him. He wishes he’d said the words he wanted so badly to say earlier.
The pavement pounds under his feet until he runs into Taehyung stalling a drunken Jungkook in the doorway of the private car.
Taehyung tells Jungkook goodbye and respectfully nods to Namjoon, making a quick exit.
“Taehyung?” Namjoon stops him and he turns.
“Thank you,” Namjoon says. It’s a message for everyone and he’s sure Taehyung knows that.
Taehyung nods. “Tell us when you get home?” he adds.
Namjoon nods back. Home .
He gets in the car and shuts the door to the outside world, closing he and Jungkook in.
Jungkook clumsily draws up the partition. He mauls Namjoon right away, horny and eager, climbing him again.
Namjoon grabs Jungkook hy his arms, nearly wrestling to get him underneath, following his natural instincts. Then, he remembers the plans they have, the role he might take tonight.
He realizes Jungkook is trying to do the same, struggling to get Namjoon under his touch. Namjoon relaxes and let's Jungkook take him, he leans him back on the seat, and gives him a sweet long kiss, slowing their pace. The moment offers a chance for Namjoon's emotions to settle.
Jungkook's hands slide to Namjoon's hips and up his torso. Jungkook's eyes drag up his body, settling on his lips. His pupils are blown but focused on Namjoon. Heavy breaths, in and out.
Jungkook looks at Namjoon in his arms like he might eat him whole and it sends electricity through Namjoon's body, being looked at like this.
“Do you still want to? Jungkook glides his hand up Namjoon's thigh.
“Yes”, Namjoon whispers, pulling Jungkook's face for another kiss. Jungkook unbuttons Namjoon's shirt, exposing his muscled chest. He sets kisses on the side of Namjoon's neck, breath hitching when Jungkook starts to suck marks to his collarbone.
Jungkook moves to take his nipples into his mouth, teasing them, squeezing his rounded pecs. Namjoon let's little moans fall from his lips. It's the same way Jungkook let’s him know he's pleased by what he's doing.
The car comes to a stop and the doors unlock. They quickly get themselves together and Jungkook takes Namjoon by the hand, guiding him to a brand new place.
10:48 PM
When they enter the dark foyer, Jungkook is riled, yanking down at the fabric of Namjoon's pants like he's a man starved and Namjoon is the meal he needs. Jungkook turns him so he faces the wall with hands braced against it. Namjoon closes his eyes, breath quickening, knowing it’s coming.
Jungkook spreads Namjoon's ass cheeks, eyes centered at his untouched hole.
“Can I, hyung?” He asks for permission.
Namjoon removes his shirt and jacket. “Go slow,” he whispers, sensing Jungkook's hurried pace. Jungkook nods, takes a deep breath, and sinks down.
Namjoon gasps when Jungkook plants soft, wet kisses on his rim. JK traces his finger around, acclimating to Namjoon. He gently presses his tongue and licks a stripe up.
Namjoon is shocked by the tickle to his body, sweat beading on his face and chest. He rises up to his tiptoes and Jungkook spreads his ass even wider, burying his face inside. Namjoon bares down, fingertips gripping the wall and groans, legs shaking on his tiptoes.
“Bed,” Jungkook demands and stands, frantically removing his clothes. He thinks twice and wipes his mouth before kissing Namjoon’s forehead and leading him to the bed.
Namjoon crawls on his knees on the mattress, embracing his role and Jungkook groans.
“Mmm, Like that,” he encourages a shy Namjoon with a grope on his ass. “Show me.” Jungkook caresses the curve of Namjoon’s ass, grazing gentle fingertips against his skin.
Namjoon has had his body worshiped and touched by Jungkook a million times. But this was different. He feels vulnerable, beautiful. It’s a feeling he’s always avoided and let others have.
Namjoon recognizes the way Jungkook is looking at him now. His eyes are dark and focused, like he's about to get something he really wants, something he needs and can’t get enough of.
Jungkook urges Namjoon to lay face down, ass up and latches his lips to Namjoon's pussy again, sinking his tongue inside. He pushes in and out, fucking with his tongue at this new angle. He lets his whole mouth cover Namjoon's opening, filling the air with lewd sounds of sucking, licking, and swallowing.
Namjoon rests his hand on his folded forearms, breath hitching through whimpers. Jungkook let's off and Namjoon tries to catch his breath. He's shaking, body on fire. He gasps and shudders when cold lube spills down his crack.
“Ready?” Jungkook asks, swirling the tip of his lubed finger around Namjoon.
Namjoon silently nods into his own arms.
“Yes?” Jungkook tries to confirm, placing his hand on Namjoon's back.
He looks behind his shoulder at Jungkook. “Yes.”
Nodding, Jungkook pushes his finger inside and keeps it still. Namjoon grunts in discomfort.
“It hurts,” Namjoon shakes out, reaching behind himself to grab Jungkook.
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook soothes.
“Just. Slow.” he says, releasing the death grip on Jungkook's wrist. Jungkook pulls his finger back and pushes in again, down to the webbing. Namjoon's shaky pants fill the air.
“Does it still hurt?” Jungkook questions after a few pumps of his finger.
“Yes.” Namjoon replies.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” Namjoon pants. Jungkook twists his wet finger, opening him.
“Does it feel good?” Jungkook asks.
“Yes,” Namjoon squeaks, feeling Jungkook stretch him from the inside.
Jungkook licks his lips and pushes in again, leaning down to lap his tongue overtop his working hand. Namjoon gasps, still adjusting to Jungkook's welcome intrusion.
“Does it stop hurting?” he asks. Jungkook removes his mouth before answering.
“I think it always hurts at first, even still,” he explains, continuing to finger Namjoon. “But eventually it starts to feel...” his voice trails off, searching for the right word.
“Ah!_” Namjoon cries out, feeling like he's made it to the other side of something. He moves his hips to ride Jungkook's hand. Jungkook stays still, watching Namjoon's body work. Then, he deepens the bend in his back, ass high in the air.
“More,” he whispers and Jungkook slips in a second finger immediately. Namjoon's shaky grunts evolve to rhythmic moans. He whines when Jungkook pulls his scissoring fingers out of his body to guide him to his back, settling Namjoon’s head on the pillows and reaching to the nightstand.
“Can I use this?”Jungkook holds up a toy from the drawer.
Namjoon scans the unassuming toy before replying. “Just_”
“Go slow,” Jungkook finishes. “I will,” he promises.
He powers the vibrating plug on the lowest setting and drags it over Namjoon's sensitive nipples and between his thighs. He massages his skin with it, making him comfortable. Namjoon’s worked hole twitches when the toy nears his entrance. Jungkook rubs the toy around the outside and Namjoon's body jerks, eager. Jungkook pours more lube and pushes it inside.
It didn't look much bigger than Jungkook's fingers, but Namjoon grips the sheets at the pain of the stretch anyway while his thighs shake around the little buzzing plug. His eyes roll back and he moans aloud, unable to stop himself anymore. He slaps embarrassed hands over his mouth.
“Shh,” Jungkook teases, “the neighbors will hear you.”
Namjoon giggles through moans, shocked and covering the sounds coming from his own mouth.
“How about this?” Jungkook turns the vibration off, letting the plug sit still inside.
Namjoon is astonished at the drastic change in sensation. “Oh shit,” Namjoon pants, coming down after being nearly overstimulated.
Jungkook giggles. “Did you like that?” he asks, kneeling between Namjoon's legs.
He swallows, really thinks about it. “Too much,” he decides.
“Ok. Do you want me to leave it off?” Jungkook asks.
“Yes, off.” His breathing starts to steady again.
Then, Jungkook lays next to Namjoon flat on the bed, shoulder to shoulder.
Namjoon watches as Jungkook sinks fingers between his legs, pulsing them in and out. A naughty smile and a wave of relief wash over Jungkook's face. Namjoon exhales and looks down, holding where the plug sits pleasantly inside himself.
He realizes they don't have to be in one role or another all the time. Sometimes, they can enjoy one thing together.
“Do you need a break, baby?” Jungkook coos.
Namjoon gasps when he’s suddenly empty and his cheeks blush at the pet name typically used on Jungkook. He pulls the plug that's snug inside Namjoon out and pushes it into himself, thrusting it inside.
Namjoon admires as Jungkook turns it on, pushes the little toy to exactly where he needs, knowing his own body so well and whimpering when he hits just the right spot.
Namjoon feels his hole clench around nothing. He reaches between his own legs, sliding fingers inside himself, mimicking Jungkook and feeling the different stretch of his hand.
Both moan, blissed out, pleasuring themselves and each other with knees bent in the air. Namjoon explores himself with his hands, rubbing them over his abs and grasping his cock.
Jungkook moans, “Namjoonie_” Jungkook removes the toy from himself to push it into Namjoon again, Namjoon removing his own fingers to receive it. Namjoon throws his head back and groans, legs trembling again.
Jungkook rolls on top of him, straddling and sliding down onto his untouched shaft.
Namjoon feels like he’s going to rip in two around this little plug, can’t imagine how Jungkook takes his cock like this so often. The sensations of Jungkook's pussy wrapped around him while being plugged full is intense. Namjoon watches himself disappear between Jungkook's thighs. Jungkook presses hands on Namjoon's chest and circles his hips.
“How does it feel?” he asks between pants.
“So good, baby,” Namjoon moans. He instinctively clenches and bares down on the toy, wanting more.
“Turn it on?” Namjoon requests.
Without breaking his pace, Jungkook reaches behind him to turn the vibe on. Namjoon feels like he’s levitating, as before.
“Good?” Jungkook checks, but Namjoon doesn’t have words. He groans, bucking his hips up into Jungkook.
Jungkook takes the cue and starts bouncing on Namjoon's lap, grabbing ahold of his own cock. Namjoon grips his nails into Jungkook's hips and comes so hard, his ears start ringing. His belly, wet and sticky with Jungkook's cum.
Jungkook climbs off and they lay, spent and sprawled on the bed, fingers laced together.
7:46 AM
Namjoon wakes with Jimin on his mind. Head, pounding with hangover and regret. He barely notices Jungkook watching him.
A smile grows on Namjoon's face, remembering everything that came after the night from hell.
“So?” Jungkook beckons. “Did you like it?”
“Yes.” Namjoon smiles at his eager lover. “Did you?”
“You know I did,” he starts, pressing a kiss to his lips. “and you made the prettiest sounds,” he continues, stroking fingers over Namjoon's bare chest.”
Namjoon hides his embarrassed face and Jungkook pulls him close, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
“Really. I love your sounds, hyung...so pretty.” Another kiss. “and if you sounded that pretty with just my fingers,” Jungkook continues, threatening to rile Namjoon again, “I can’t wait to hear how you sound when my cock is inside you.”
Namjoon's body trembles with memory, hardly able to wait for the next adventure. But the guilt in his gut nags at him, almost spoiling this.
“I think Jimin knows,” he says, grabbing Jungkook's hip. Saying it out loud makes last night feel that much more real.
“He does,” Jungkook confirms. “He’s tried to talk to me about it a few times but I just told him I'm not ready.”
Namjoon silently nods. ”I think they all know”, he admits.
Jungkook is quiet for a while before speaking again. “We should talk to them,” he finally says.
“I will. Today,” he replies, wishing he’d done it a long time ago.
Jungkook looks like he's about to drift off. Namjoon can tell he's been up all night, hasn’t slept yet.
“OK,” he rubs Namjoon’s cheek. “What will you say?” Jungkook asks, eyelids fluttering as he rests his head on Namjoon’s chest.
Namjoon's stomach turns, feeling the words shooting up and threatening to erupt again.
But he fights the inclination towards secrets and lies.
It’s been a while since he’d been so honest with himself.
