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Jungkook doesn’t wait for their dinner to finish before he’s setting their plates on the coffee table and turning off the TV, legs swinging over Namjoon’s thighs to settle on his lap. He’s had this restless energy about him all evening, kept eyeing Namjoon even when they were preparing dinner like he was the meal. Joon had had a pretty good idea where their night was headed when Kook spent a little too long washing the cucumbers and stealing glances his way.
Joon smirks. He’d seen it coming.
“Hi hyungie,” Jungkook says, smiling big and bright.
Joon’s answering laugh is just as bright, “Missed me?”
It’s the first night they’ve gotten to be together in a while, their schedules somehow aligning beautifully this evening, and it’s got Jungkook feeling frisky. He missed this, missed the intimacy, missed being pressed up to Joon’s solid chest without having to think about the time or what they could get done before either of them leaves for work. He’s got the whole night ahead of him.
He wiggles on Joon’s lap and feels him tense, “Missed you so much,” breath ghosting over his cheek.
He runs his hands over Joon’s neck, thumbs caressing his jaw before leaning in for a tender kiss. He sighs against his lips, happy to be breathing the same air; feels like he’s home again.
Joon’s lips are as plush as pillows and it’s a crime to not kiss him every second of every day. He cups his face and rains kisses all over, starting from the apples of his cheeks to both his eyelids, two on his forehead and one for his cute little nose, booping it as an afterthought.
Joon scrunches his face at the onslaught, ticklish but not hating it. He reaches up and holds Jungkook’s hand against his cheek, idly playing with his wedding band before turning his head to kiss Jungkook’s palm, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Jungkook shrugs, “Just missed you. Missed this”
The problem with married life is that at some point you inadvertently end up settling into a routine, waking up to go to work to coming home and sleeping again, rinse and repeat. The spark never really left them, it just fizzled to a comfortable heat on the back burner. Tonight though? Jungkook wants to get fucked.
He bends forward for another kiss, sucking Joon’s bottom lip and cheekily biting the plump flesh. Joon huffs out a laugh and squeezes Jungkook’s waist in retaliation, hand sneaking to punch his ass.
“Hey!” Jungkook says, affronted. He swipes his thumb on the corner of Joon’s lip, “missed some sauce,” pops the thumb in his mouth to suck on.
Joon stares a little slack jawed at Kook’s mouth, hand subconsciously palming his ass and drawing him closer. Jungkook is a little taller than him in this position but he looks so beautiful on his lap, big and muscular stature contrasting so well with his boyish looks. It reminds him of when they started dating in college, how young they both were and especially Jungkook, bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready to take on the world. Throughout the years that fierce determination stayed in his big doe eyes, but there was no denying the way his body filled out was absolutely fucking hot… which makes it even more delicious when he surrenders, lets Namjoon take charge and absolutely wreck him.
“We haven’t had a chance to… catch up,” pouts Jungkook, big hands trailing down Joon’s body and ending up at his clothed crotch, “When was the last time you fucked me Namjoonie,” squeezing him through his clothes.
“Wh- I- I don’t actually remember,” Joon replies sheepishly, shame colouring his voice.
Jungkook guides Joon’s hands to the back of his sweatpants, “I thought maybe you could tonight? I prepped for you”
“Ah that explains the long shower then,” teases Joon, excited at the prospect of finally fucking him after so long. He’d take Jungkook’s tight hole over a fleshlight anyday.
Jungkook doesn’t answer, let’s himself slump forward to give Joon more access into his pants. He’s getting hard just being touched like this and he’d be a little embarrassed at how quickly his cock is filling out if he didn’t feel Namjoon’s own hardness pressing against him.
He lets Joon mouth at his neck, hot breath ghosting over his ears, “Can Jungkookie handle getting fucked tonight? Baby’s probably so tight huh”
Jungkook shudders, slips his hands under Joon’s shirt to hold his soft sides and squeeze. Truthfully, he’s not interested in fingering himself because he can never get the angle right. What’s the point when Joon can work him up so much better and press his sweet spots with no trouble? Besides, it’s always more fun when there’s a prize at the end, and he mentally checks out thinking about Joon’s thick cock sinking into his ass.
He distantly hopes the marks Joon’s sucking into his neck won’t be too obvious but he’s too turned on to care, mind preoccupied with the feeling of teeth grazing his jugular, like he’s a prey ready to be devoured.
He grinds on Joon’s dick a few times, relishes the way they both groan with want, tightly strung wire ready to snap.
“Let’s go to bed, I’m gonna fuck you justthe way you like,” whispers Joon.
Jungkook shudders and obliges, standing on shaky feet and adjusting himself before offering a hand to Joon, “Yeah I don’t really want carpet burn. That’s not sexy”
“You were gonna get on your knees for me?” asks Joon, tugging him closer.
Jungkook blushes, eyes going wide. He wanted to choke on his dick if he’s being honest. Instead of answering, he pulls them to the bedroom.
They don’t waste time being shy about it, clothes discarded in the hallway all the way to their bedroom only to end up staring at each other once undressed.
“Whoa,”
One word. One word before they reach for each other, frantic hands roaming all over. Their lips crash together frantically, both moaning when their hard cocks brush up against one another. Jungkook breaks off the kiss to look down, so turned on by Namjoon— by Namjoon’s sheer size. His own dick is average, pretty curve to it, a deep red, but Joon’s is… thick. There’s no way around it. His dick has girth and length, and Jungkook’s eyes widen even more when Joon lines them up and tries to wrap his hands around the both of them, not succeeding in the slightest.
Jungkook tries to push into his palm but he can’t get anywhere, dick sliding ever so slightly against Joon’s. It makes him throb and twitch, heat pooling low in his belly at how much smaller he looks in comparison.
He pushes Joon on the bed and makes him sit against the headboard, crawling to settle between his legs. He takes a second to admire the view, the expanse of Joon’s gorgeously tanned skin, the thick thighs on either side of his head and his massive cock. It’s even more impressive now that it’s hard, tip shiny with droplets of precum. It curves towards Joon’s soft belly, nicely nestled between his pubic hair. Jungkook’s mouth waters, can’t wait to choke on it.
He takes his time, runs his hands on either side of Joon’s thighs, delightfully watches his fingers clamp on the soft flesh.
Joon watches him with hooded eyes and wraps his hand around his cock, lazily stroking. Jungkook makes an affronted sound and moves closer, prying Joon’s hand away and replacing it with his own.
Joon spreads his legs wider and rubs Jungkook’s knuckles. Those hands look gorgeous wrapped around him, dark tattoos stark against milky skin, silver band sitting pretty on Jungkook’s ring finger. He can feel the metal dig into his erection and a surge of possessive pride runs through him; Jungkook is his.
Jungkook lays his head on Joon’s lap and strokes him, mouth delicately licking the soft skin of his balls. He loves feeling the weight of his dick on his hand, slowly licking up his shaft, open mouthed kisses till he gets to the head.
He looks up at Joon before he swallows around the tip, humming and making Joon shiver, hands instinctively clutching his long hair.
“Baby, so good for me” moans Joon, struggling not to fuck up into the wet heat.
Jungkook preens at the praise, humming around a full mouth. It feels amazing to be stretched like this, he can barely take half of Joon’s cock before he’s gagging, throat convulsing around the intrusion, whining pathetically. It’s so hot to watch and Joon is absolutely gone, hand tightening in Jungkook’s hair to keep him in place, using his mouth like a fleshlight.
The difference between a toy and Jungkook’s mouth? The toy doesn’t gag, doesn’t get teary eyed, doesn’t drool on his cock like a leaking faucet, doesn’t make the sweet choked sounds Jungkook makes when his mouth’s being abused.
He presses a hand to the corner of Jungkook’s mouth where his lips are stretched, thumb wandering to press on his cheek. He can feel himself like this, rock hard in Kook’s mouth. Sometimes he likes to lay him on the edge of the bed with his head hanging back, makes it easier to see his dick in the column of Kook’s throat.
Jungkook’s scalp stings where his hair’s being pulled and his jaw is sore yet he can’t help but whine low in his throat, garbled, more drool slipping down Namjoon’s shaft. He’s so hard it hurts, dick hanging heavy between his legs and balls drawn tight. He can’t get enough friction on his aching cock so he humps the bed, hole so empty, ass clenching on nothing.
“Shit Kook feels perfect,” murmurs Joon between harsh thrusts, watching him gag, those eyes round and big framed by lashes wet with unshed tears.
Jungkook gasps when he’s pulled off by the hair, chest heaving lungfuls of air. His lips are a sinful red coated with spit, drool hanging from his mouth right onto Joon’s flushed cock. He looks like the picture perfect doll: used. This time the tears do leak out when Namjoon pushes him back down, barely giving him time to breathe before he’s thrusting again, ruthlessly holding him down the back of his head.
Jungkook’s arms flail as he tries to breathe around Joon’s erection but he just ends up choking more, doesn’t catch a break with the incessant pressure pushing him to take the whole length, to take it deeper, lips touching the base of his cock. If nothing else, he is a good boy.
This time when Joon pulls him off, he doesn’t have enough control to close his mouth, lungs aching for oxygen. He’s panting and he’s messy and his dick is rock hard.
Joon pulls him up into a sloppy kiss, cooing at him, “Prettiest baby, look at you all wrecked already”
Jungkook climbs fully on his lap and drapes himself all over Joon, head tucked into the crook of his shoulder, breaths uneven over his skin. He kisses his neck, sucking on his earlobe, “Namjoonie, hyungie please”
“Please what sweetheart?” teases Joon, arms wrapped around a squirming Jungkook. Their chests are pressed together, Jungkook’s heartbeat a hummingbird in his chest. It’s more intimate than they’ve been in a while.
“Feels empty, fu-fuck me? please?” his breath ghosts over Joon’s ear, blush making its way further down his neck and chest.
They’ve done this so many times it’s like second nature. Except. Except it’s been a few weeks since they’ve done any full penetration, sticking to hurried handjobs before falling asleep, but Joon’s uh… very well endowed, and Jungkook’s going to be tight.
“Pass me the lube?” urges Joon, hand still petting Jungkook’s side.
“Nooo you get it. I don’t wanna move. Just stick it in?”
Joon laughs, “C’mon baby I have to finger you, you know you’ll get hurt more if I don’t”
Jungkook knows. He grumbles but goes to grab the bottle anyways, laying on his back and waiting patiently. He looks so beautiful like this, strong lines of his body making way for the soft parts of him, hair fanned out around his head. Joon goes to scratch his hair but Jungkook just turns his head to nuzzle his hand, blushed cheeks warm against the skin of his palm. He pops his thumb in Kook’s mouth— feels around his slippery tongue, presses down on sharp teeth. Jungkook brows furrow. He wants to suck but Namjoon won’t give him a chance.
Frustratedly, he grabs Joon’s wrist and holds it firm, mouth finding three of his fingers and immediately sucking noisily around the digits, slobbery and wet.
Joon slaps his thigh, “You just had my dick in your mouth, was that not enough for you? Do I need to gag you too?” unimpressed hues coloring his tone.
Jungkook’s mouth drops open at the suggestion, more turned on than he’s willing to admit.
“Hold your knees up for me,” Joon commands, shifting to sit between his legs.
Jungkook’s cock twitches. Can’t help it. Always turns him on being told what to do. He feels like he’s moving through molasses, slow and deliberate, thick thighs pulled up to his chest. It’s such a vulnerable position, his hole pulses at the cool air and the way Joon’s looking at him-- like he’s ready to eat him up.
Joon presses spit slicked fingers up to his rim and circles around the edges, finger teasingly breaching and pulling out. He watches Jungkook tremble with the effort to stay still, choked half noises falling from his lips.
“Pl-please” Jungkook whines.
Joon rubs on the ridges and finally presses one finger inside, spit the only lubricant. He pushes it in and out experimentally, the drag dry; hknows better than to stretch him too far without proper lube, and he knows he’s teetering on the edge of painful pleasure. He tries to wiggle another finger in, watches the furl of Kook’s rim stretch around two digits.
Jungkook gasps, “Hu-hurts hyungie,” he whines pitifully, ass wiggling away from the intrusion.
Joon just keeps going, knows Jungkook loves the burn of it, had blushed out a stuttered confession that he likes it when it hurts, likes that he can feel Joon’s long fingers even more like this, and Joon trusts Jungkook to safeword if it gets too much.
“Shh baby relax. You’re doing well,” Joon murmurs, turning to drop a kiss to his ankle. He curls his fingers inwards and finds his prostate, rubbing incessant circles that leave Jungkook gasping for breath. He circles his thumb just under his balls, pressure from both sides has Jungkook seeing stars.
“A-aah right there o-oh yes there,”
Bingo.
“Hy-hyung. Love your fingers. Love you. Please don’t aah ah please don’t stop”
The compliments keep coming in no specific order as Jungkook gets more and more desperate, hips canting down trying to fuck himself on Joon’s fingers. His dick is laying neglected and throbbing, beads of precum making a little pool in the crease of his belly.
“You love my fingers, baby? Can’t do this to yourself, huh? Need hyung’s help to keep you full?” Joon’s tone pitying and patronizing.
Jungkook is a vision like this, fingers digging into the meat of his thigh struggling to hold himself up, tummy visibly clenching with every stroke, chest heaving and eyes glassy, too lost in the way Joon plays his body. It’s a shame Jungkook’s the one with the photographic abilities, Joon would have loved to commit this scene to film.
“Namjoonie fuck me please want your cock, p-please fuck me, pleease hyungie,” begs Jungkook.
Who’s Namjoon to say no to his sweet boy desperate for his dick? He strokes himself a few times to try and get the edge off, to try and stave off his orgasm as long as possible. He drizzles some lube on his shaft and presses the excess in Jungkook’s hole, sloppily getting him ready.
Back when they started getting intimate, it took a few tries before Jungkook could bottom Joon like he wanted to. It didn’t help that Namjoon was Jungkook’s first real penetrative experience, and it was even worse that Joon was just so big. Kook distantly remembers jerking off an excessive amount of times thinking about Namjoon hyung’s thick dick splitting him in half, and now he gets to wake up to the real deal every day.
Joon rubs the tip on Jungkook’s entrance, teasing with tiny pushes, watching with rapt attention as Kook’s hole stretches and flutters around his cockhead, shiny and slicked with lube.
“Burns ah-ah Joon-ah wai-wait I-I can’t-- ” Kook’s trying his best but he’s still right, doesn’t even know if he can do it. He concentrates on trying to go lax, brows furrowed as he tries his best not to whimper too loudly or clench around the tip.
Namjoon holds onto his legs and brings them over his shoulders, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid movement, balls deep. Jungkook cries out, tears springing to his eyes and fingers digging into the blankets, holding Joon captive. He’s so warm and tight that Joon has to stop and breathe, has to stop and concentrate on not cumming right then and there.
He smooths his hands over Jungkook’s tiny waist, “Okay?”
Jungkook hiccups around his words, can’t even get a sentence out, “s-so full, h-hurts, don’t move hyungie”
Namjoon traces the edge of his rim where it’s stretched around his dick, gives Jungkook’s erection a few short strokes before he bends forward to kiss the freckle just below his open mouth. He grinds shallowly at this new angle, hips moving in tight circles and rubbing up against Jungkook’s prostate. Poor Jungkook is having a hard time keeping it together, body jolting every time Namjoon moves inside him; he’d almost forgotten how good all of this feels, how perfect it feels to have the pain melt into pleasure with every push and pull.
“Move, you can m-move, I- I-, ah please—,” pleads Jungkook, arms wrapping around Joon’s neck.
Namjoon delivers. Starts to fuck him nice and slow, letting his hole adjust before going harder, the slap of his balls on Kook’s ass obscene, lube squelching with every thrust.
Choked gasps are all Jungkook can manage like this, head empty of all thoughts, brain focusing only on the pleasure deep in his belly, unaware of the sweat all over his neck and chest and the back of his knees. Every push has his whole body jostling, breath punched out of him. All he can do is whine low and ask for more, for hyung to please give him more.
“Jungkookie, c-can’t wait to cum inside you, can’t wait to fill you till you’re leaking. Gonna plug you up after we’re done. Want you to hold me inside, got it?”
Namjoon’s words are followed by hard thrusts, dick pulled out to the tip and slammed right up against Jungkook’s prostate. He’s got him bent in half, their chests almost touching. Jungkook is looking up at him with such awe, eyes blown wide and hair matted to his forehead, drops of wetness still clinging to his lashes. He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty and tight and wet and it’s just too perfect, Namjoon can’t help the grunts every time he slams back into him.
He sneaks a hand to tweak Jungkook’s nipple, thumb and index pinching and rolling the pink bud. He squeezes it tight between his fingers; knows Jungkook loves the harshness, loves the sting of pain that shoots straight to his leaking cock, still laying neglected.
“Want hyung to wreck you so you can’t walk straight for the next week? Answer me baby,”
“Pl-please oh oh ‘s too much please f-fuck,”
All it takes for Jungkook to cum untouched is the curl of Namjoon’s long fingers around his throat, touch rough and constricting on the sides of his neck, makes Jungkook’s brain short circuit before he cums, cock pulsing and spilling all over his belly and chest.
His orgasm washes over him like a trainwreck-- head thrown back, back arching and belly tensing as he cums, hole clenching on Joon’s dick inside him. He doesn’t even make a sound, doesn’t think he’ll be able to speak ever again. He feels his cock give feeble twitches as Joon keeps thrusting against his prostate and milking every last drop of cum out of him.
He lays there like a ragdoll, body trembling, and lets Namjoon use him, lets him pound into him and kiss the side of his neck, head buried in his shoulder.
“Good boy. A good hole for hyung to use. Look at you so fucked out all from a big cock in your ass,” teases Joon before he grabs Jungkook’s hips and pulls his body forward with every thrust. He’s so close, so so close he can taste it, feels like he’s going mad with it, heat pooled low in his belly.
“Jungkookie go-good hole for hyungie to u-use,” says Jungkook quietly, like he’s telling Joon a secret
Namjoon bites Jungkook’s shoulder when he cums, buries himself all the way in and spills inside him, grunting with the effort. He whimpers against his neck, mouth ghosting hot breath between open mouthed presses.
He stays like that, cock twitching inside Jungkook’s perfect body. Jungkook takes it all in stride even though he’s getting oversensitive, now whining for a different reason. He strokes Namjoon’s nape and kisses the side of his head.
They stay like that till Joon starts to go soft and it’s easier for him to pull out. Jungkook still groans at the sensation and scrunches his face.
Namjoon sits back and admires his handiwork. Jungkook’s hole is red and puffy where it’s been abused, white cum trickling out with every flutter, rim understandably gaping. It makes Kook whine unhappily, “N-no! Wanna keep it inside!”
He tries to close his legs to keep it in but Namjoon just chuckles and presses a thumb to Jungkook’s rim, making him gasp while he feels around the mess that’s lube and leaking cum. He presses in, thumb hooking down while Jungkook keeps whining begging to be plugged, wants to be a good boy and hold it all in.
Joon grabs one of the smaller plugs from their bedside table and pops it in, laughing some more at the sigh of relief and satisfied look on Jungkook’s face. The plug meets no resistance, squelching as it slides into place.
He kisses the knee closest to him then trails more kisses all over Jungkook’s sweaty body till he gets to his mouth.
Jungkook’s whole body feels like jelly when he pulls Joon down onto him, giggling when Namjoon complains about the sweat and cum.
“Missed you hyungie,” Jungkook says sweetly, and Namjoon can’t help but hold him closer and kiss him some more.
“I hope you can walk tomorrow,” says Namjoon sheepishly, “Don’t know what came over me.”
“I’ve decided to call in sick for the rest of the week. Sorry boss, got fucked by my husband’s enormous dick and now I’m leaking cum.” He dramatically says, “You’re gonna have to go on without me,” face scrunching up while he giggles to himself.
Namjoon is so endeared. Endeared and in love with this fool, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.