It's too late (to apologise)
Namkook NSFW oneshot 🔞🐨🐰
💜 bottom Jungkook
💜 top Namjoon
💜 dom/sub
💜 implied OT7
💜 cursing off
💜 punishment
💜 vibrator
💜 cockring
💜 edging
💜 crying
💜 prostate stimulation
💜 overstimulation
💜 prostate massage
💜 spanking
💜 edging
💜 orgasm denial
💜 subdrop briefly mentioned
💜 nonverbal Jungkook (for a while)
CHAPTER I
"FUCK OFF HYUNG!"
He slaps his palms to his mouth the very next second, absolutely refusing to believe that he had the audacity to cuss his hyung off like that, when the elder had only popped into his room to call him for dinner.
On most other days when Jungkook was too keen on throwing a pissy tantrum and strutting across their home like an insolent wretch - reasons unknown to his hyungs as to what might've pulled the inner brat out of him - it only took a few hours at most before one of his hyungs had enough of him and fucked the intolerable behaviour out of his system after a well deserved punishment.
He had today for the very first time, however, let his tongue run loose enough to overtly cuss out his hyung in this manner. And unfortunately for him, it had to be Namjoon.
Namjoon, who never really had to even raise his voice before Jungkook would be bending over backwards to follow his every command. Namjoon, who had yet to do anything more than keep Jungkook in his lap with a firm hand pressing down on his caged crotch to suck all the brattiness out of the younger.
Namjoon, who was a splitting image of murderous fury right now, glaring at Jungkook so hard with a tick in his jaw that the younger couldn't help but slowly walk backwards as the elder inched closer.
Every step Namjoon took in his direction had Jungkook trembling visciously from head to toe and moving backwards - until he felt his back make contact with the end wall of his room.
"I-I'm sor-"
But he didn't even get a chance to push his undeserving apology out. Namjoon large hand - that would usually be caressing Jungkook's scalp tenderly as the younger snuggled into his side - roughly squished his cheeks together until his lips formed an ugly pout akin to a fish.
"Quiet." was all the warning he got before he was grabbed by the elbow and pulled along like a ragdoll - boneless and already sniffling on the edge pathetic tears.
The happy chatter his hyungs seemed to have engaged in came to an abrupt halt as soon as their eyes fell onto the two incoming intruders. Someone, maybe Yoongi, opened his mouth to ask what was going on between the two, but a subtle shake of Namjoon's head and he decided to zip it.
"The little one isn't really hungry hyung-" he says to Jin, who had started ladling soups into two different bowls for them "I just brought him along so he could spend some time with us. He's been holed up into his room all day long."
Jin only nods and passes Namjoon's serving along the dining table, choosing to empty out the soup he'd bowled for Jungkook back into the steaming pot.
The chatter around the table starts again, Tae and Jimin bickering over their share of meat, and the other hyungs engrossed in listening intently as Jin narrates another one of his ostentatious gaming anecdotes.
Jungkook thinks he's off the hook for now when Namjoon takes his seat and spoons rice into his mouth with a "thank you for the meal" in Jin's direction. Discreetly as he can, Jungkook walks beside his hyung (his designated seat just had to be sandwiched between Jimin and Namjoon) to pull out his chair.
"C'mere." Namjoon beckons him over with two fingers. He goes willingly, knowing there's no possible out of whatever his hyung wants him to do after the stunt he pulled just minutes ago.
What he does not expect, however, is to be bare of his sweatpants and underwear the very next second and manhandled with his ass on full display across Namjoon's lap - limbs and head dangling on either side of the elder's meaty thighs.
"Taehyung-ah, do you mind fetching hyung the new plug we'd picked for this one last week?" There's an unmissible mock in Namjoon's voice when he refers to Jungkook with a crude little "this one" and points to the unclothed ass on his lap.
For a few moments, the only sound ringing in Jungkook's ears is pure static as the conversation around the table had once again fully died down. Then, after an excruciating minute (or two), he hears a chair scrape and the soft pattering of footsteps walking away.
Just under half a minute he sees Taehyung's feet walk back in - laid out as he is facing the door - and he tries to raise his head to catch a glimpse of the new toy his hyung was carrying around. Too bad he couldn't even turn his head right before a resounding smack sounded across the room and a pitiful squeal left his lips. Namjoon's hand had come down on his behind with a force so strong it caused his own cock to lodge uncomfortably in the crevice where the elder's thighs met.
He couldn't move though, he knew the next hit would be even worse if he did.
"What happened, Joon-ah?" He hears Jin ask as he feels something cool drip down his taint.
Lube, he figures.
A second later two long digits press into his hole to start scissoring him open. His gasps and twitches go unnoticed as Namjoon speaks up, "I think bun's little wound up hyung. Told me to fuck off when I went to call him for dinner"
He hears several gasps echo around him, but before he can register the disappointment in each one of them he feels the blunt tip of something textured and girthy pushing past his rim.
'The plug' his muddled brain supplies, but this one seems to be much fuller and larger than the ones he uses for everyday wear.
It's thick, 'like Jimin's and Hoseok's cocks' he thinks, and it sits snug inside him with the tip right against his prostate.
His illusion of contentment at feeling nice and full is very short lived though, for as soon as Namjoon urges the others to continue their meal a loud buzzing fills the room and makes his whole body jerk.
The plug vibrates with an unhinged passion right against his sensitive gland and he feels a hand slither between his legs. He feels Namjoon's fingers encircle his cock and clip something onto the base.
A cockring.
"Hyung PLEASE NO-" he yells, but another (even harder) smack comes down on his left buttcheek and all the protests at the tip of his tongue die down immediately.
His body goes limp, accepting its less than favourable fate, and he finally gives himself the liberty to let out the silent tears he's been trying to keep in for a while.
And that's how the dinner proceeds. His hyungs very much aware of the pitiful sounds coming from Jungkook, but choosing to remain oblivious about his presence altogether, as Namjoon uses his butt as his own personal cushion and drives the plug even further into Jungkook's hole every now and then.
'Cruel! They're all so mean!' is the only thought that flutters through his arousel clogged head as the vibrations keep abusing his sweet spot, but he isn't allowed to give into the pleasure. He could just come dry around the ring - he's not beyond having done it before - but he also knows that Namjoon probably has more in store for his "punishment" and coming dry now will just add on to the pain.
So he stays there, right on his hyung's lap, with blood rushing into his head and down to his groin, and let's his body shiver with every sporadic buzz of the vibrator. Every now and then as Namjoon chews on a mouthful, he'll pin Jungkook down by the lower waist and leisurely fuck the toy in and out of the boy with no regards to his pathetic cries. Jungkook's blunt nails have probably made welts around his left ankle with how hard the boy's fingers dig into the skin, but he really doesn't care about it that much.
'Poor little thing' he thinks, and then reaches out for another delicious bite of his yet unfinished meal.