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Because Namjoon has never really had a boyfriend before, Jungkook really wanted to tick off every cliché he could think of just because he knew that the younger omega deserved the very best.
Namjoon deserved to be pampered and spoiled—he deserves to be happy.
“A carnival, hyung?!” Namjoon exclaimed excitedly, almost shaking out of his purple converse sneakers. “Really?”
“Calm down, Joon-ah,” Jungkook giggles, although he’s bouncing along with him since their hands were kind of intertwined together. “We have all the time in the world.”
That night, Jungkook and Namjoon spent the whole evening with their tummies as full as their hearts. Jungkook fed Namjoon anything and everything his eyes landed on, from cotton candy to popcorn to hotdogs. He also won Namjoon presents and stuffed toys that the younger omega had a blast carrying around as they rode several rides.
Even Namjoon won Jungkook a big blue koala bear from the bottle-ring games, and it’s now sitting in the middle of Jungkook’s bed. It earned Namjoon the nickname sweet bear from Jungkook since the older omega took note of the similarity between the younger dancer and his little gift.
It was all so cute.
Namjoon’s gift also matched the gigantic pink bunny Jungkook managed to win for sweet bear that same night from the basketball booth, and they were just both so happy when they went home… even if Namjoon kind of had a tooth ache from how much sweets Jungkook indulged him with.
Both literally and figuratively.
In Jungkook’s eyes, Namjoon deserved nothing short of the best. The selfless part of him wanted to give his sweet bear everything simply because seeing the younger omega’s smile brought a happiness in his heart that no other person has ever given Jungkook. But the selfish part of him, kind of wanted to raise Namjoon’s standards so high so that the omega wouldn’t be able to look anywhere else but at his favorite hyung.
His Jungkookie hyung who’s on the verge of really giving him the whole world if Namjoon would really like to.
It’s not even that hard. Dating Namjoon is so easy and natural. The younger omega barely asked for much, Namjoon rarely found joy in expensive things. He liked quiet nights, simple and thoughtful dates like picnics or driving around towns. (Namjoon really liked seeing Jungkook behind the wheel, one tattooed arm on the steering wheel, the other one on Namjoon’s thigh, okay, screw him). Namjoon even liked those date nights wherein he and Jungkook would just stay in, cuddle, and order some take out with ice cream of course, and maybe watch a silly movie or two.
And yes, they did end up making out more often than not.
Jungkook was just so patient with Namjoon. The older omega even remembered their first kiss, and how it happened sometime after their third date, and how adorable Namjoon was to initiate it. Jungkook always knew that Namjoon was shy, so he was never too assertive or forceful… simply happy to give the younger omega the time and space to do as he pleases.
And when Namjoon took that step that night, just when Jungkook turned around to go back to his car after dropping Namjoon off from their date at a dog café, Namjoon snatched his wrist back. “Hyungie?”
Confused, Jungkook looks back to see Namjoon inhaling deeply, like he was mentally giving himself a pep talk. “Yes, sweet bear, did you forget any—”
Only to be cut off when Namjoon leaned right in to kiss his hyung so sweetly that Jungkook all but melted like purple cotton candy.
Jungkook naturally tilted his head, cupped Namjoon’s jaw, and without missing a beat, he met Namjoon’s kiss that tasted as sugary as Namjoon’s smile. He can feel Namjoon grinning against his mouth as Jungkook captured his bottom lip and bit down on it. Only god knows how long they made out against Namjoon’s front door, but right from the very first kiss, Jungkook was very much addicted already.
Just as much as Namjoon was, too.
From then on, neither Namjoon nor Jungkook could ever stop giving each other kisses. Jungkook absolutely loved making out with Namjoon; the omega always made the cutest sounds whenever Jungkook would capture his tongue in between his lips, his hand caressing Namjoon’s bare waist. The dimpled boy would blush furiously no matter how many times they’ve done this, although they've rarely gone beyond that. Again, Jungkook was patient. Either he waited for Namjoon to initiate it or he’d be really clear about asking the younger dancer if what he’s doing is okay.
So far, the most they’ve done is Jungkook fondling Namjoon through his panties. Thumbing on Namjoon’s little clit as the wetness spread through the fabric, and Namjoon moaned his orgasm against Jungkook’s mouth. The little one was just so sensitive and shy, Namjoon reddened as Jungkook’s fingers turned so wet despite the silky barrier. Namjoon never even knew he could slick that much, but that’s just how much he leaked thanks to his hyung.
(Jungkook couldn’t say that he hated it though. Knowing that he got Namjoon that wet is making him feel a little too elated.)
Sometime later, Namjoon returned the favor to Jungkook, the older omega guiding him as Namjoon inserted a finger inside Jungkook’s tight little pussy, then another. That was Namjoon’s first time fingering another omega, and he can’t say he didn’t like the view when Jungkook came around his fingers, especially when his hyung moaned Namjoon’s name deep in his throat as he climaxed.
Namjoon was a little shy to admit his inexperience, but he wasn’t ashamed to share it with Jungkook. He knew that if there was one person in this world that wouldn’t judge him, it would be his almost-boyfriend.
“I just…” Namjoon hid against Jungkook’s neck, fiery red cheeks pressed against his hyung’s collarbone. “I just thought you should know, hyungie. I haven’t really been with anyone before, and I… I don’t have much experience. Like I said, I’ve never even had anyone inside of me, and that’s… that’s that.”
Although he finds the omega undeniably cute hiding his much larger frame against his hyung’s neck, Jungkook figured it wouldn’t be the right time to tease.
“Sweet bear, it’s alright,” Jungkook runs his fingers through the younger omega’s hair, soothingly and just… gentle. “Thank you for telling me, baby. I appreciate that you trust me enough.”
Namjoon looks up at Jungkook with worry in his eyes, lips caught in between his teeth in apprehension. “Really? You don’t mind?” He asks. “Hyung, I’m not lying when I say that I really don’t know much.”
Namjoon was admittedly a virgin, and Jungkook understood that. He would never judge Namjoon for that. If anything, it’ll be his greatest honor to be entrusted with something so special.
“And that’s okay, baby, because hyung is here. I’ll guide you through it. Whenever you’re ready, hyung will be willing to show you—to make you feel so, so good.” Jungkook promises, hoping he doesn’t sound like he’s pressuring Namjoon. They could go through their whole lives without having sex, and Jungkook would still like Namjoon just as much. “You don’t have to feel worried about me, Namjoon-ah, I like you just the way you are.”
That erases a lot of the uneasiness in Namjoon’s eyes. “Okay, I—” He gulps, cheeks once again turning red as he admits this next part to Jungkook. “I’d like for you to t-teach me, though, hyungie. To show me.”
Jungkook’s eyes, honest to god, darken a little. He wets his lips, trying not to get too ahead of himself as he thinks of this omega who just entrusted him with his beautiful body and pure innocence. “Are y-you sure?”
“Yeah.” Namjoon nods softly, before adding, “Just not now though. Soon maybe. I just… I need a little more time before I officially lose it. Or maybe we could take it slow, just show me little by little.”
Smitten and endeared, Jungkook bends down to peck Namjoon’s lips reassuringly. “Whenever you’re ready, sweet bear. Anything you want.” And another one, much longer and deeper this time. “Hyung will do anything for you.”
Not for one moment does Namjoon doubt that.
They’ve been dating for three months now, a total of five months of knowing each other. Namjoon doesn’t want to go too fast but he’s certain that he’s already falling in love with Jungkook. The older omega was just so sweet, so strong, and so funny. So, so caring and loving, too.
His hyung who loved wearing mismatched socks around his living room, always plopping himself over Namjoon’s body just so he could get hugs anytime Jungkook wanted to (his hyung was an avid cuddler if you would believe). Jungkook was also so lenient with his kisses, always showering Namjoon’s body with more than a handful of pecks anytime he is overwhelmed with irrevocable fondness for his omega.
Which really just causes Namjoon to lose his mind whenever they’re in the bedroom. Because even when Namjoon was trying to be alluring—seductive—Jungkook just saw him as this six feet, adorable ball of fluffiness and they always end up making out longer than the actual sex.
(Not that Namjoon is complaining. Jungkook had a very talented tongue.)
But that’s not to say that Jungkook didn’t live up to his promise, because slowly but surely, he indeed showed Namjoon a lot of things inside the bedroom. Jungkook has eaten him out once, much to Namjoon’s utter pleasure. It happened during that one night when Namjoon showed up to their date wearing a skirt that fell to his mid thigh, and Jungkook just couldn’t keep his eyes off of his sweet bear’s long and thick legs throughout the whole evening.
By the time they arrived home after dinner, Jungkook eagerly pushed him to the couch, looking at Namjoon almost desperately like if he doesn’t get what he wanted, Jungkook will probably dry out in complete dehydration.
“Joon-ah,” Jungkook kneels in between Namjoon’s legs, much to the younger omega’s shock. “Please let me eat you out. Please, baby, I’ll be so good for you. I’ll make you feel so good.”
Not entirely sure of what eating out meant, but still so trusting of Jungkook, Namjoon nods. A mixture of both excitement and nervousness slowly consumes him as he whispers, “Y-Yes, okay, hyung. I trust you.”
Jungkook doesn’t wait another second to flip over Namjoon’s skirt.
It was torturing him all night. Despite supposedly being lengthier than a typical skirt, Namjoon’s legs were too long, causing the fabric to rise up ever so often. For their entire dinner at that vintage diner, Jungkook’s eyes were glued to the thick flesh of his sweet bear’s thighs. So thick and so scrumptious, so milky and free to mark.
(Add to the fact that Namjoon was completely oblivious to Jungkook’s hungry gaze, and Jungkook nearly wet his own panties then and there.)
So when he eats Namjoon out, Jungkook’s movements are slow but eager. He doesn’t want to overwhelm Namjoon, but god, Jungkook is certain he’d die as a thirsty hoe if he didn’t get his lips on Namjoon’s cute little pussy that was just begging to be devoured underneath this pink little skirt.
He begins by tracing kisses to Namjoon’s inner thighs. The younger omega kept on twitching as Jungkook bit down and nibbled on the thick flesh, leaving a litany of marks that made both their omega swoon at the show of possessiveness. Jungkook looked straight into Namjoon’s eyes as his teeth traced the marks, peppering kisses all over his bruising skin, a smirk on Jungkook’s face with how adorably sensitive Namjoon was, his cute little moans and gasps going straight to Jungkook’s own pussy.
But then his mouth found its way to Namjoon’s damp panties. Jungkook inhaled the scent of his slick seeping through — cotton candy, fuck — and Jungkook began nosing against his pussy lips with just that thin barrier in between.
“Fuck, sweet bear,” Jungkook groaned against Namjoon’s cunt, sending shivers up to Namjoon’s spine. “Holy shit, you smell so fucking delicious.”
Namjoon just whimpered, hands reaching out to clutch onto something as Jungkook’s face against his cunnie was making him feel both shy and woozy. Jungkook readily offers his hand, their fingers interlacing together. “Hyungieee…”
Jungkook hums, tongue darting out against the cotton fabric. “Can I, baby?” He asks, careful. Jungkook didn’t want to pressure Namjoon no matter how much he wanted to taste this sweet cunt. “Can hyung remove this?”
Thankfully for both their sanity, Namjoon nods agreeably. “Yes, hyung. It’s o-okay.”
Not a moment wasted. Using one of his hands, Jungkook pulls down his underwear to expose Namjoon’s glistening pussy. Damp, and a cute pink with a little dark area around his lips, completely shaved — simply delicious. It isn’t Jungkook’s first time seeing this, nor is it his first time to touch it. But it will be his first time tasting it, and the older omega could barely give Namjoon a warning before he licks a fat stripe against Namjoon’s pussy lips.
“Oh—oh, h-hyuuuung—!” Namjoon’s eyes inevitably fluttered, his legs closing in on instinct but Jungkook was quicker. He holds the younger omega down by his hips. Namjoon has never experienced anything like this before, and when Jungkook does it again, tonguing on his sweet, juicy cunt like he was licking his ice cream for dessert, Namjoon’s legs couldn’t help but twitch, another breathless moan falling from his lips. “Oh m-my god…”
Fueled by Namjoon’s reactions, with how cute he was being all sensitive and responsive, Jungkook really began eating his pussy out. He pushes Namjoon’s legs open wider, exposing the darker pink inside his pussy lips. Jungkook’s tongue is relentless as it begins lapping against the vulva, nose deep against his cunt as Jungkook swirled his tongue in figure 8’s to pleasure his sweet bear. “Mmmh, tastes so fucking good.”
Namjoon was red all over, unable to respond due to so much pleasure especially when Jungkook began sucking on his hole. Slick was leaking copiously from his entrance, and Jungkook lapped it all up like a man starved. The noises his hyung made as he sucked on Namjoon’s now incredibly wet pussy has the younger omega spiraling to the heavens. Jungkook sounded so good — felt so fucking good, too. His tongue licked against his walls ferociously, even pushing inside his entrance to brush against his inner walls. Namjoon could only scream.
“Ah, ah, ahhhh, fuck, hyunggg, oh my god, t-there—!”
Though he can’t speak, Jungkook couldn’t help but inwardly coo at his omega. His baby was unknowingly pushing his hips up against Jungkook’s mouth, gyrating his pussy against Jungkook’s tongue to try and chase more of his pleasure, as if Jungkook didn’t intend to give it to him over and over again.
The slick noises of his tongue fucking in and out of Namjoon’s walls, as well as the sound of Jungkook’s lips slurping all his slick up as he devoured this pussy, sounded so obscene, and Jungkook knows that he’s also dripping wet inside his own panties.
“Oh hyung, I’m g-gonna, oh god, hyung, p-please—”
Knowing that Namjoon was now close to the edge, Jungkook amped up his movements. His tongue got even more eager, noisily drinking up this heavenly slick. But it’s when Jungkook’s tongue finally swirled around Namjoon’s til then ignored clit, did the younger omega start thrashing against his mouth, tears beautifully leaking down his crimson face.
“Come for hyung, baby,” Jungkook smirks, encircling his lips around Namjoon’s clit before sucking on it without any consideration for Namjoon’s sanity. “I want you to come against hyung’s mouth. Be a good boy for me, sweet bear, come on.”
Wanting desperately to be his hyung’s good boy, Namjoon unleashes one last scream as Jungkook nibbled on his engorged clit, so fucking sensitive and driven to the brink of his climax that Namjoon could barely utter another warning as a flood of slick and cum gushed out of his pussy, going straight to Jungkook’s awaiting tongue.
“Oh my gooood, hyunggg—!” Namjoon squeezed Jungkook’s hand tight, his legs caging his hyung’s head in a tight squeeze. Namjoon’s certain that drool is dripping down his face from how amazing Jungkook’s mouth was. He could only ride out his orgasm against Jungkook’s tongue like a helpless bitch, his hyung milking him out as he continued tonguing on his walls and pussy lips.
“Such a good omega,” Jungkook hums with a smile, still unable to detach his mouth from the gush of that sweet slick and the tangy taste of Namjoon’s cum. “You’ve done so well, baby. Listening to hyung when he told you to cum. Good boy.”
Namjoon dwells on the praise, still trying to catch his breath as he finishes his climax. His pussy was still spasming as Jungkook repeatedly left pecks all over it, but if he thought that it would end there, oh Namjoon was terribly mistaken.
Jungkook starts tonguing on Namjoon’s hard nub again, the tip of his wet tongue making Namjoon’s sensitive and throbbing clit twitch along with his whole body.
“H-Hyung?” Namjoon asks in wonder, wondering why Jungkook hasn’t let go of his legs yet—why his grip only got tighter.
Jungkook only offers Namjoon a smirk, before sucking on his clitty again, making Namjoon whine high in his throat. “Oh baby, hyung’s not done with you yet.” He places a kiss on Namjoon’s leaking pussy lips, slurping the residual cum and slick into his eager mouth. “Think of this as payback for making me suffer all night long with how sexy you looked in your skirt.”
The same skirt that’s now ruined thanks to Namjoon’s slick and cum.
“Oh god.” Namjoon could only shrivel, knowing that he can’t stop his hyung, nor does he want to. “Oh my god, hyung.”
Needless to say, Jungkook makes him cum two more times on that fucking couch. He makes him come until Namjoon is squirting against his tongue, and Namjoon knows he’s lost a part of his soul somewhere inside Jungkook’s mouth.
Later that night, when Jungkook tucks him to bed, his hyung mumbles something against his lips — seems like a question, Namjoon really doesn’t know, he was too fucked dumb by Jungkook’s tongue to fully comprehend it — that has Namjoon blindly agreeing. Whatever it is, Jungkook can have it. After making Namjoon feel that good, Jungkook deserved all that he wanted in this world. His hyung was the best and Namjoon has decided to give him everything.
(Namjoon just didn’t know how important Jungkook’s question was that evening.)
Their lessons continued, and a few nights later, Jungkook even shows Namjoon how the older omega rides his collection of dildos. Namjoon, with a gaping jaw and hooded eyes, could only rub his own pussy as Jungkook fucked himself against a glass dildo, then a silicon one, and finally a monster cock like pro.
Namjoon was envious of both the faux cock and of his hyung. Jungkook looked so pretty riding it, so at ease and familiar with his movements, Namjoon wanted that too. But at the same time, he briefly wonders what it would feel like to fuck Jungkook with a dick as well. Namjoon was curious and horny, and thankfully, there was a person the younger dancer could easily confide in.
When Namjoon expresses his desires to his hyung, Jungkook promises to indeed teach Namjoon different ways on how to ride all sorts of dildos. He already has the perfect one in mind, Jungkook just needs to purchase the right one for Namjoon.
That night soon arrives quicker than expected. Less than two weeks later.
It started out as another make-out session on Jungkook’s bed. Jungkook was hovering above him, and he was chest-to-chest with Namjoon. The older omega has genuinely gotten addicted to the act of devouring Namjoon’s lips and swallowing up his pretty whines. Jungkook may have a lot of habits, but ruining Namjoon is quickly climbing up the list of his most favorite ones.
“Sweet bear,” Jungkook groans as he sucks on the younger omega’s tongue. “Come sit on hyung’s face, will you?”
Immediately, Namjoon reddens. “Wha—but h-hyung, m’too heavy,” He mumbles, unable to look his lover in the eye. “My thighs are too big.”
Jungkook scoffs. “And so?” He says, before swiftly turning them around until it was Namjoon sitting on Jungkook’s lap. “That’s what made them so perfect, baby. Your thighs are so fucking sexy, makes me want to mark them all up. Show everyone that you’re my pretty omega.”
Namjoon could feel the slick gushing out of his pussy. “H-hyung.”
“There’s no need to be shy, Joon-ah,” Jungkook pulls him down for another kiss. “Hyung promises he can take it. Please, sweet bear. Won’t my little slut be a good boy for his hyung?”
The words make Namjoon’s spine shiver. He admitted once to Jungkook, how he liked the light humiliation. So far Namjoon liked being called names, liked being his hyungie’s slut and only whore.
“O-okay, hyung,” Namjoon gulps, wanting more than anything to feel Jungkook’s tongue on his pussy again. But, “Only if you let me, too.”
Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow. “What?”
“Wanna eat hyung out too,” Namjoon says through his reddened cheeks. “Wanna try eating out your pussy too, Jungkookie hyung.”
At that, Jungkook could barely stop a deep groan from escaping his lips. “Fuck, baby. You want to eat me out too, huh? Think you can, my little slut? Think you can make hyung feel good?”
Namjoon nods desperately. “Yes, yes, hyung, please, l-let me. I can do it, I can make you come.”
Anything Namjoon wanted, Jungkook has long established to give him everything. “Your wish is my command, sweet bear. Come here, and strip for me, baby.”
Both their clothes soon fall off of their bodies. Nudity isn’t anything new to them anymore, yet Namjoon still feels incredibly shy when his hyung gets to see him like this.
Compared to Jungkook, Namjoon was taller, thicker, and bigger. Bulkier. But then, Jungkook would grab him by his waist, look at him with his eyes darkened with an unequivocal amount of desire, and Namjoon would feel like he’s the smallest thing in the world.
Like he only exists to make his hyung feel good.
“Come here and sit on my face,” Jungkook instructs, making Namjoon face away from the headboard, hovering above the pillows. “Give me your pussy, baby.”
Namjoon’s thighs bracket Jungkook’s head, but before he could lower himself, Jungkook begins a trail of kisses against his inner thighs. He nibbles on the thick flesh until they’re red and bruising, leaving a series of marks that has Namjoon shuddering from above him, his pussy dripping some slick down to Jungkook’s awaiting tongue.
“Fuck, you taste so good, sweet bear,” Jungkook moans as Namjoon’s slick gushes straight to his tongue. He bites against his thighs again, loving the way they jiggled against his teeth. “And such pretty thighs too, the absolute prettiest.”
Namjoon preens at the compliments. His omega then releases a very pleased scent of cotton candy around Jungkook’s room. “F-For you, hyungie. Only for you.”
“Damn right this is for me,” Jungkook growls, hooking one hand over Namjoon’s waist and the other spanking the pussy hovering above his face much to Namjoon’s shock and, well, pleasure. “This pussy is mine, Joon-ah. Only hyung gets to fucking taste this. This cunt is all for me alone.”
Namjoon’s thighs quiver when Jungkook spanks his pussy again. Once, twice, four more times. “Yours—a-ah, hyung—!”
Jungkook has finally pulled him down so that Namjoon was sitting right on top of his face. The younger omega lets out a lewd moan as he begins feeling Jungkook’s wet and warm tongue against his pussy lips. Jungkook was eagerly slurping at his slick, nose deep into his pretty pink cunt. Underneath him, Namjoon could hear Jungkook obscenely lap against his hole, tongue breaching into his entrance to drink up all his wetness.
Jungkook can eat this pussy forever.
Suddenly, Namjoon remembers his earlier request, and he looks down to see his hyung’s own pussy glistening with his own slick. Namjoon felt a hunger like never before, wanting his own tongue to lap up that slick directly from Jungkook’s own cunt, and make his hyung feel as good as he feels as Jungkook pushes the tip of his tongue in and out of Namjoon’s hole over and over again.
Carefully, Namjoon bends himself until he is face to face with Jungkook’s own pussy. It’s his first time eating his hyung out, and when he gets close enough, Namjoon takes a deep inhale, already smelling the slick that smelled exactly like bubble gum covering his hyung’s pussy lips. Briefly, Namjoon wondered why he didn’t do this sooner. Because the scent alone was already addictive enough.
He wanted a taste. Now.
Namjoon tentatively licks against his hyung’s labia, making Jungkook groan from underneath him, which in turn made Namjoon shudder from the vibrations. He takes that as a good thing, and he does it again, much firmer this time. He licks his hyung’s pussy like how Namjoon remembers Jungkook doing for him over and over again, his movements fueled by the pleased moans emitting from Jungkook underneath his own cunt.
In all honesty, Namjoon has no idea how he managed to eat his hyung out while Jungkook himself was devouring his own pussy. But, even though his movements were sloppy, Namjoon was obviously eager, wanting to please. He licks and sucks against his hyung’s pink walls, his own tongue breaching Jungkook’s entrance. Namjoon slurps up all of Jungkook’s slick like a greedy slut, unable to get enough of how good his hyung tastes.
Jungkook releases a steady stream of groans as he tongues Namjoon’s clit himself. Which then reminds Namjoon to return the favor. His hands spread his hyung’s pussy lips further until he can find Jungkook’s engorged nub, before wrapping his thick lips around them and sucking on that throbbing clit like how Jungkook does for him.
His hyung’s thighs shudder beneath him.
“Joon-ah, fuck,” Jungkook momentarily pulls away from Namjoon’s pussy to be able to breathe. “Shit, baby, doing so good for hyung. Fuck. Do that again, sweet bear. So, so good.”
Namjoon hums around his clit, his tongue licking against the sensitive bud until it’s hard and red. He begins tonguing on it, much to Jungkook’s growls. But his hyung also doesn’t forget to continue eating Namjoon out as his own thighs quiver, loving the way Namjoon himself groaned back against his own pussy, which sent like a feedback system between them.
Soon, Jungkook felt Namjoon’s walls clench around his tongue, paired with the younger omega’s high pitched whines. It told Jungkook that his baby was going to come soon, which is fantastic because he himself is so close to the edge under the mercy of Namjoon’s sloppy but fervent tongue licking his clitty.
“Baby, you can come for me whenever you want to,” Jungkook says, and Namjoon barely registers it through his own haze. “Be a good boy and come against hyung’s mouth.”
With that, Namjoon gets more eager as he tongues Jungkook’s pussy, nose deep until his hyung’s trimmed pubic hair is nestled against his chin and nose. He wants his hyung to come with him—wants his hyung to feel as good as he made Namjoon feel.
Thankfully, he didn’t fail. For when Namjoon squeals his orgasm against Jungkook’s awaiting mouth, his hyung also comes against his tongue, and Namjoon all but eagerly drinks up his hyung’s delicious slick and bittersweet cum.
Fuck, Namjoon feels dizzy.
Once they’ve both climaxed, Jungkook swiftly lifts Namjoon up and lays him on his back. He can see that his baby was getting a bit overwhelmed, drunk on an orgasm and from the taste of his hyung against his mouth. So, Jungkook slowly coaxes him down to earth. He pressed kisses against his face, whispering breathless praises on the surface of his skin, all the while Jungkook held Namjoon close.
“So, so good for me, my little whore,” Jungkook kisses his jaw, slow and sweet. “You were amazing, my sweet bear. You made hyung come so hard. You’re such a good boy.”
Namjoon bathes in that praise. His eyes fall shut as he lets Jungkook shower him with affection. He soon feels Jungkook press their lips together, and the combined taste of their slick and cum tasted so exquisite together, kind of like the perfectly sweet treat on a starry night at the carnival.
(Namjoon wouldn’t mind getting cavities if it’s Jungkook’s pussy and lips who’s giving it to him.)
When the younger omega finally feels a bit better, Jungkook smiles down at him so fondly. He looked so endeared, like he was staring at a baby samoyed instead of a six feet grown man.
“Hi,” Jungkook says, pressing a kiss to the tip of Namjoon’s pretty nose. How can noses even be this cute? “You okay?”
Namjoon nods, kissing the mole underneath Jungkook’s lips. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you, hyung. I felt amazing.”
Jungkook grins again. “Good, baby. You made me feel wonderful, too.” He says. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Oh thank god, Namjoon was already ready for more. Jesus, Jungkook was really turning him into his greedy bitch. “W-What is it, hyung?”
Noticing that Namjoon’s scent was getting riled up again, Jungkook smirks. “Remember when you said you wanted to learn how to ride a dildo?”
“Y-Yeah?”
“Well,” Jungkook is already getting up from his bed. “I bought us the perfect one.”
Namjoon gulps from where he’s laying down, squeezing his eyes shut as he hopes and prays that he survives what Jungkook has planned for them.
And when his hyung came back holding a double ended dildo, Namjoon swore his pussy quivered into another orgasm right then and there.
“Oh Jungkookie hyung,” Namjoon gasps, reaching out to touch that bright pink curved silicone dick into his hand. “Is this—are we really gonna—?”
“Only if you want to,” Jungkook says, carefully eyeing his omega’s reaction, trying to gauge if it’s too much for Namjoon. “I bought this because I wanted us to do it together, especially for your first time. But if you don’t want to, we can do it some other day. It’s okay, my sweet bear.”
Namjoon will admit, he is intimidated. But with the way his pussy was gushing slick again, there’s no way he’s turning this down.
“I want to try it, hyung,” Namjoon kisses Jungkook softly, trusting. “I want to lose my v-virginity with you tonight.”
Fuck. Being reminded of Namjoon’s purity and innocence causes Jungkook’s own cunt to tighten. He can’t believe he finally gets to have the prettiest omega in the world like this.
“I’ll make you feel so good,” Jungkook promises, kissing Namjoon deeply this time. “I’ll do everything I can not to hurt you. Thank you for trusting me, my sweet bear, I swear I’ll make it worth it.”
Namjoon doesn’t doubt that at all. “Okay, hyung, what do I do now?”
One of Jungkook’s most favorite sights is a pliant Namjoon. He loves, loves the view of his big and beefy baby laying there and just taking whatever his hyung gives him like a good slut. So that’s what Jungkook asks him to do. He wants Namjoon to simply lie on his back and to spread his legs as he fingers him open.
Like earlier, Namjoon once again wanted to return the favor. So the two omegas make out heavily as they stretch each other’s pussy open with their dripping fingers. Jungkook wanted to take it slow, and he wanted to really make sure that Namjoon was thoroughly stretched and ready for his first cock. So Jungkook takes his time, making Namjoon writhe and tremble beneath him as Jungkook’s fingers hit his g-spot.
“Ah, ah—ahhh, there, hyung, fuck!” Namjoon whined high, before he shuts his own mouth with his free hand in embarrassment. He always feels ashamed with how loud and whiny he is, but Jungkook only tuts.
“What did I say about masking your sounds?” Jungkook growls, and Namjoon slowly lowers his hand only to whine high again when three of Jungkook’s fingers once again repeatedly ram into that spot. “That’s it, slut, I want to hear you. Let me hear you, baby, don’t be shy.”
Soon enough, Namjoon’s fingers are barely moving inside of Jungkook’s pussy, too distracted with Jungkook’s own digits inside of him. The sight of Jungkook’s tattooed fingers going in and out of his cunt is enough to make the younger omega return to his primal instincts. It’s just so fucking hot.
When Jungkook finally deems them both ready, he retracts his dripping hand, much to Namjoon’s cute whimpers, in order to lube the dildo for them both.
“How—how do we do this?” Namjoon asks once Jungkook finishes prepping both the cock and their pussies.
“Just lie down there, baby, and I’ll be here,” Jungkook makes Namjoon relax on his back before lying down on his back too with his head against Namjoon’s feet, their thighs hooking against each other. “Let me put this in me first.”
Namjoon watches as Jungkook sits up, his breath hitching when Jungkook easily slides his end of the dildo into his hole with barely any resistance. He’s watched Jungkook fuck himself on a cock quite a few times now, and Namjoon is still goddamn mesmerized with the way Jungkook’s glistening cunt stretched around the thick cock. His hyung’s throat rumbling a deep groan as it bottoms out.
“Now you, baby,” Jungkook sighs, moving closer so that the other end of the dildo brushes against Namjoon’s entrance. “Are you sure you still want this?”
Namjoon is about to go insane if Jungkook doesn’t fuck him with that cock. “Yes, hyung, please, please. Fuck me with your cock, please.”
Jungkook growls again, his irises turning a couple shades darker as he finally pushes the tip against Namjoon’s entrance. As expected, the younger omega squeals in surprise and in a bit of pain, his walls tightening around the tip of the dildo.
“Relax for me, Joon-ah, open up for hyung, please. Don’t clench too hard, there we go, deep breaths.”
With Jungkook’s patient guidance, the cock slowly but surely breaches Namjoon’s walls. The omega whimpers and thrashes from the unknown and slightly stinging sensation, but he perseveres through thanks to Jungkook’s gentle coaxing. Soon enough, the cock bottoms out, and Jungkook gives Namjoon the time to adjust seeing as he knew how much this might hurt if done too brashly.
“Tell me when I can move, baby.” Jungkook reaches out for Namjoon’s hand, intertwining their hands together.
Namjoon takes another minute and a half. “O-Okay, hyung, I think I’m okay.”
Jungkook gives the cock an experimental pull before slamming it gently inside Namjoon’s walls again. Both he and the younger omega moan hard. Namjoon wasn’t quite expecting that feeling and Jungkook, well, he saw the cock being tinted with a hint of red from Namjoon’s broken hymen and Jungkook thinks so hard of happy thoughts before he himself goes absolutely feral.
“Okay, b-baby?”
“M’fine, hyung, y-you can move. But please go slow first.”
Jungkook squeezes his fingers tight, before once again lying on his back and hooking their thighs against each other. “Of course, my sweet bear. Just move with me, alright? Meet my thrusts. Do what hyung is doing.”
As always, Namjoon is an overachiever. So it doesn’t take him quite long before he is able to mimic Jungkook’s movements. True to his words, the older omega starts slow, gradually building a pace that wouldn’t necessarily hurt the now no-longer-virgin omega but still enough to make them both feel so good. Jungkook could feel Namjoon moving against him, riding his end of the cock just like what he’s doing. It pushes in and out of their pussies, stretching their walls wide, much to both omega’s moans.
It only goes crazy from there.
If Namjoon was going to be honest, he barely remembers the sequence of events. The dildo soon starts to feel incredibly good inside of him, hitting his inner walls so hard and deep he’s sure he’s drooling. At some point, Namjoon knows he began crying, too, overwhelmed with how good he feels that Jungkook opted to pause for a while to give them both the time to breathe.
All Namjoon knows is that he came first. Actually, he came twice. Jungkook was fucking his virgin cunt so good, Namjoon could barely give his hyung a warning as to when he felt his orgasm approaching. Namjoon only screams Jungkook’s name as his hyung fucks him through it, and Jungkook doesn’t stop once Namjoon was done. No.
Jungkook continues fucking him despite his oversensitivity, knowing how much Namjoon liked it. He praises the younger omega through his shivers and whining, telling him that, “You’re so good, baby, hyung is so close, come o-on a little more, baby, fuck, you feel so good.”
Namjoon could only cry, loving both the slight pain and utter pleasure he was currently submerged in as Jungkook fucked another climax out of his worn out pussy. The second time around, Namjoon squirted around the cock, his pussy juices leaking out so messily that Jungkook himself felt it all the way to his own cunt. It pushed him over his own edge; Jungkook groaned hard and loud as he called for Namjoon’s name like a prayer through his own orgasm.
Truly, Namjoon would never be able to forget the night he lost his virginity. He felt so good that he preemptively passes out after his third orgasm for the night, and when Namjoon opens his eyes, he’s already cleaned up and the sheets are changed. Jungkook is smiling down at him fondly, pressing kisses against his forehead as he covers both their naked but now wiped clean bodies with a thick grey duvet.
“Hey,” Jungkook embraces his omega. “You good, my sweet bear?”
Namjoon hugs his hyung back. “Never been better,” He even snuggles against Jungkook’s chest, and the older omega barely holds back a coo. “I was really so nervous about losing my virginity, but you made it worthwhile. Thank you for taking care of me, Jungkookie.”
For all of his domineering exterior, Jungkook melts faster than a cotton candy drenched in water at Namjoon’s thoughtful words. “I’m glad,” Jungkook pecks his head. “I only want you to feel good, Joon-ah. I didn’t want you to regret losing it to me.”
As they all say, virginity is nothing but a social construct and Namjoon knows that it’s not meant to signify an omega’s worth or anything. But, it was important to Namjoon and giving it to Jungkook made him feel so happy. It felt right, and Namjoon knew that even if one day, he and Jungkook don’t end up together (they do grow old together, shh) , Namjoon will never ever regret losing it to this man, because his Jungkookie hyung treated him well. The older omega took care of him, he didn’t rush and he made this night truly memorable in the best way possible.
It’s more than what Namjoon could ever ask for.
“I don’t, hyung, I don’t think I’ll ever regret losing it to you,” Namjoon admits, because in his heart, he feels something so deeply for Jungkook that made this decision feel so right. “I’m actually glad that it’s you.”
Jungkook cups his face, before capturing Namjoon’s lips in a deep and passionate kiss. “That’s all I need to know,” He whispers against the younger man’s lips. “I just want my boyfriend to be happy more than anything else in the world.”
Namjoon was just losing himself in the kiss again, before he freezes. He pulls back from Jungkook’s lips with eyes blown wide. “W-Wait—we’re boyfriends?!”
Jungkook’s face mirrors his shock. “What—I, what do you mean ‘we’re boyfriends’?” He asks, absolutely bewildered. “You are aware that we’re together, together, right?”
Namjoon balks. “We—we are?!”
Jungkook didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or just launch himself to outer space. “Joon, holy shit, baby. Please don’t tell me you aren’t aware that we have a relationship. Like a real, actual one.”
“I—I wasn’t,” Namjoon splutters, cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “I—I knew we were dating, but I was—I didn’t know I actually had the right to call you my boyfriend!”
“What do you mean you didn’t know if you had the right?” Jungkook splutters right back. “I asked you, less than two weeks ago, and you said yes!”
For the love of him, Namjoon honestly couldn’t recall such an event. “What—when was that?!”
“The first time I ate you out, remember?” Jungkook tries to remind him. “Before I tucked you to bed, I asked you if you wanted to be my boyfriend and you said yes…”
And oh.
Oh.
So that’s what Jungkook said that night.
Namjoon reddens harder than the fire trucks in Jungkook’s day job. “Holy shit—I—fuck, I don’t remember,” He grimaces at himself, much to Jungkook’s shock. “I don’t—hyung, you ate me out so good I barely remembered what the fuck happened after that. Oh my god, I-I actually wasn’t coherent enough when you asked me.”
For a while, Jungkook just stares, blinking dumbly at Namjoon. But like a flipped switch, the older omega suddenly began to cackle, genuinely bent over in laughter as he registered the fact that he made his boyfriend come so hard he barely remembered what else happened that night.
“You—you—oh m-my god—!” Jungkook laughs harder when Namjoon hides his reddened face behind his palms. “Namjoon, what the fuck?!”
The younger omega whines, before turning his back against his boyfriend. “Hyung, stop laughing at me!”
“I can’t help it!” Jungkook cackles louder again. Even as he embraces the embarrassed omega from behind, Jungkook is still trembling from the intensity of his laughter. “Joon, shit, you’re so fucking cute, what the hell?!”
Namjoon only whines louder, hiding his face against the pillows this time, as Jungkook’s tattooed hand tries to pry down his hands away from his face. “Stop, hyung, this is so embarrassing. I honestly thought I didn’t have the right to call you my boyfriend yet, and this—fuck, I didn’t know how to ask.”
Jungkook’s laughter has dwindled down to breathy chuckles, but the older omega proceeds to wipe the corner of his eyes in amused laughter.
But then, “Wait a minute, baby,” Jungkook soon realizes. “Does this mean you honestly gave away your virginity to someone whom you thought wasn’t your boyfriend?”
As if Namjoon wasn’t already praying for the ground to swallow him already, he only buries himself further to the bubblegum scented sheets. “Hyuuuuuuung…”
The staggering realization only has Jungkook bursting into another fit of raucous laughter. “Oh my god, that’s so scandalous, my sweet bear! What happened to my pure, precious, and innocent cotton candy baby?”
Absolutely embarrassed, Namjoon lifts his head to glare at his boyfriend, but his own reddened cheeks do nothing to support his cause. “Jungkook-ah, I hate youuuu… my god, leave me alone!”
To get rid of that pout on Namjoon’s face, Jungkook repeatedly pecks his boyfriend’s lips until Namjoon is finally smiling again. Albeit, he’s controlling it, Jungkook could definitely see Namjoon softening up for him.
“My gosh, you really are so cuuuute,” Jungkook coos through his giggles, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s frame tightly until the younger omega was pulled flushed to his chest, head tucked underneath Jungkook’s chin. “But yes, my sweet bear, we’ve been boyfriends for nearly two weeks now. God, thank you for boosting my ego. It makes me really happy to know that I can now get you to agree with anything I want using just my tongue.”
Through the tight space, Namjoon reaches up to smack Jungkook’s rumbling chest lightly. “Stop it… this was an honest mistake, okay? Tease me one more time and you’re sleeping alone, hyungie.”
Jungkook’s arms tighten around his baby, still chuckling breathily. “No can do, my sweet bear. Besides, are you telling me that my boyfriend would willingly escape a cuddle session right now?”
Not a single muscle in Namjoon’s body even wished to twitch. Fuck, Jungkook knew him so well. “I hate you.”
Jungkook hums in amusement, before reaching behind his back to switch off the lone lampshade. “No you don’t, baby.”
Namjoon is silent for a while, wallowing in the darkness and in the warmth of the comfiest and strongest arms he has ever been in. Before, he whispers, “You’re right, I don’t.”
Something fluffy fills Jungkook’s nimble heart. It reminds him of cotton candy—sweet and airy, and it made him feel incredibly full.
“Joon-ah?”
Namjoon yawns. “Yeah?”
“I know better now than to tell you important things when I’ve made you come at least thrice,” Jungkook teases, and Namjoon emits a choked noise from the back of his throat. “But I don’t want to wait anymore, and besides, I’ll just tell you again in the morning. Actually, I’ll tell you again and again until you get sick and tired of hearing it.”
Namjoon stills. “Yeah? What is it, baby?”
Quiet, and with his voice pitched lower, Jungkook breathily whispers against Namjoon’s head. “I think, no, I’m sure, Namjoon-ah. I’m pretty sure that I’ve fallen in love with you now.”
After that confession, what Namjoon genuinely expected was a grand canyon exploding into their serene night. Namjoon was prepared for a mind-blowing second enough to have him bursting in the seams after Jungkook’s admission. After all, this is the first time anyone has ever admitted to falling in love with him.
But instead, all Namjoon feels is warmth. There’s nothing cyclonic, but there is a calm comfort that blooms from the tips of Namjoon’s fingers down to his very soul.
“Really, hyung?” Namjoon asks, a smile forming on his face.
“Yeah,” Jungkook admits, voice a little shaky. “I love you, Namjoon-ah.”
Jungkook was right. He should probably save the gigantic confessions the day after he’s sent Namjoon into three different hemispheres in just one night. Because right now, Namjoon just feels soft and so goddamn mushy. But then again, this one, Namjoon doesn’t think he’ll be able to forget anytime soon. And even if his mind doesn’t remember, Namjoon’s certain that his heart will never forget the way it melted the moment Jungkook first uttered those three special words.
(Plus, Jungkook was wrong, there will never come a time wherein Namjoon will ever get sick of hearing it. Nu-uh. )
Come morning, Namjoon would still remember.
Even better, Namjoon also responds with equally sweet feelings that would be the cause of Jungkook’s smile way before he even opens his eyes.
“Good, because I’m in love with you too, baby,” Namjoon places a chaste peck against Jungkook’s jaw. “I love you too, Jungkookie hyung.”
In the end, neither Jungkook nor Namjoon would ever be able to forget what transpired this evening.
Not when all they could remember is how sweet blue bubble gum smelled like when sprinkled with a happy douse of purple cotton candy and petals of periwinkles, as both omegas slept happily and content, and most importantly, in love, in their boyfriend’s loving arms.
FIN.