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Namjoon walked into his shared apartment with Seokjin, sweaty from the gym and slightly sore. He rushed home to have dinner with his boyfriend. For the past week, Seokjin would always text him in the evening asking if he was coming home for dinner. And Namjoon would always say yes, then promptly afterward have to say no after getting an emergency text from work. He’s been coming home late for too long, leaving Seokjin hanging. They only ever got to say hi then go to bed due to the late hour.
But not today. Namjoon wasn’t going to miss out on Seokjin happily chatting about his day while shoving food in his mouth, making his cheeks puff out so cutely. Namjoon wasn’t going to miss out on Seokjin’s warm, delicious food that he had to sadly microwave for the past week. He wasn’t going to miss out on Seokjin today. Not today.
But when he bust through the door to see his boyfriend touching himself on the couch to him, he sure as fuck wouldn’t miss that.
Seokjin moaned, his fingers pushing in and out of his tight cunt as juices gushed out onto the couch cushions. His ass was up, legs spread, and cunt so inviting as Namjoon stood there in the doorway. Seokjin grinded against his fingers.
“Namjoon,” he moaned out.
“Jinnie?”
“Namjoon?!”
Seokjin took his fingers out of his cunt as Namjoon shut the door to their apartment and started walking towards him. Seokjin burned red from embarrassment, shutting his legs and scrambling to pull his shorts back on. Namjoon grabbed his legs and yanked Seokjin towards him, causing Seokjin to yelp. He tried to get away, but Namjoon gripped him tight and flipped him over to his stomach. He looked at his glistening cunt, licking his lips as he moved his hands to grip Seokjin’s ass.
“J- Joonie. It’s not what it looks like.”
“I didn’t give it to you for a week and this is how you get?” Namjoon used his thumbs to spread Seokjin’s pussy lips, exposing his hole to the air. Seokjin’s entire body shivered.
“You know how needy I get,” he looked back at Namjoon and pouted, “You didn’t come home at all. I never got to see you.”
He leaned in, pressing his entire body against Seokjin’s back. He caged Seokjin in between his arms, his clothed dick right against Seokjin’s cunt. His gray workout shorts had a wet spot right there already and his sleeveless workout shirt was bulging against his muscles.
“Can I make it up to you?” he whispered in his ear, sober and quiet to give Seokjin an out. Namjoon gently caressed his cheek, kissing it softly and nosing at Seokjin’s temples. His face was warm. His hair was soft. Namjoon missed this.
“Please.”
Namjoon pushed Seokjin down into the couch and pulled his shorts down slightly to pull out his cock, his sweaty cock from the gym earlier. He prodded at Seokjin’s entrance, earning a high pitched whine that made his cock harden even more as he looked down at the inviting little cunt. He slipped his cock’s head inside slightly before pulling out completely.
“Namjoon!” Seokjin yelled out in frustration.
“I haven’t even prepped you yet, it’s gonna hurt,” Namjoon slipped his fingers down and slid one into Seokjin’s cunt.
“I’m already stretched enough,” he whined, “I’ve been fingering myself for so long now.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” Namjoon kissed Seokjin’s neck as he curled his finger inside of him, causing Seokjin to whimper.
Seokjin moved forward, slipping Namjoon’s finger out of himself and turning around to look at the other man. He cupped Namjoon’s face in his hands and smoothed his thumbs over his cheeks.
“You never hurt me, Joonie. You love me so well and I love you so much,” Seokjin chastely kissed him, “Now, please put your cock into me,” he pouted.
“You’re so desperate for my cock that you’re not even complaining that I haven’t said I love you back yet,” Namjoon teased, pulling Seokjin into his lap and putting his arms around him.
“I need it so bad, Namjoon-ah. You don’t understand,” he whined and stroked Namjoon’s cock, helping it harden nice and big for his pussy.
“You want to sink down on it, baby? Want to feel it all inside you?” Namjoon kissed his forehead as he kept stroking, groaning when Seokjin thumbed at the tip.
“Yes, yes, yes. Want it inside me. Want your cock inside me. Want your cum inside me,” he grinded against Namjoon’s thighs as he stroked, his pussy juices dripping onto that honey tanned skin.
“Come here, baby. Do you need me to help you put it in or-”
Seokjin lined up Namjoon’s cock and sank in right there. Namjoon stopped mid-sentence, closing his eyes and moaning. Seokjin’s wet pussy walls slid down Namjoon’s cock until he sat flush against Namjoon’s hips, straddling him. Namjoon looked into his eyes. He moaned and gave a small grind upwards into his pussy, earning a cute whimper from Seokjin. There was no way he was stretched enough for Namjoon’s massive cock, but Namjoon could see the streak of red flush across his face and neck. Seokjin loved the burning stretch. He was craving it. And Namjoon would give it to him anyday.
“All good, baby?” Namjoon tried to kiss Seokjin preciously, but the other man put his arms around his neck and licked inside his mouth. Their lips smacked together when they pulled away.
“So good. Fuck, I forgot how big you are.”
“You forgot?” Namjoon rose an eyebrow, “Then, I’ll have to remind you more often, won’t I?”
Seokjin’s eyes rolled into the back of his head when Namjoon thrusted upward, “Mm, please do.”
“I thought you wanted to be the one in control, baby,” Namjoon held Seokjin’s hips with a bruising grip, thrusting up into his pussy as Seokjin moaned helplessly.
“Need you to remind me of how good you give it to me.”
“I can do that.”
Namjoon kissed him, tongue slipping in and drinking in Seokjin’s endless moans. When he pulled away, a string of spit connected Seokjin’s pretty pink lips to his still. Namjoon groaned and slipped out of Seokjin’s pussy, causing a whine.
“Joonie?”
Namjoon grabbed Seokjin and pulled him over his shoulder, Seokjin’s ass right next to his face with his legs dangling and pussy exposed. Seokjin squirmed and whimpered when Namjoon’s hand laid over his pussy as he moved them both.
“Joonie?”
“What’s your color?”
Namjoon placed Seokjin over the armrest of the couch, gentle but firm in his grip on his hips. Seokjin’s legs dangled in the air and his face was in the couch cushions.
“Green.”
Namjoon slid his cock back into Seokjin’s pussy, not giving him any time to adjust. He screamed into the cushions as Namjoon set a brutal pace, leaving himself helpless and manhandled on the armrest.
“Fucking take it.”
“Please, please, please. Joonie, Joonie, Joon-” Seokjin screamed again when Namjoon brushed against his g-spot.
“I haven’t even showered yet,” Namjoon leaned over and whispered in his ear, snapping his hips after every word, “All the sweat and grime. You fucking like it, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes,” Seokjin went red when he heard the wet sound of their skin slapping together with each thrust, “Yes, I like it.”
“Want me to cum in your sweet,” he thrusted in, “little,” he thrusted in harder, “cunt?”
“Please. Need it inside.”
“I’ve already dirty you on the outside. Now I get to dirty the inside of you too,” Namjoon licked the shell of Seokjin’s ear.
“Make me dirty, Joonie. Dirty every part of me.”
Namjoon thrusted in harder, holding Seokjin’s ass up in the air. He watched his cock slip in and out of Seokjin’s cunt. His pre-cum mixed with the wetness overflowing out of Seokjin, leaving messy and sticky white strings connecting them with each snap of Namjoon’s hips.
Namjoon groaned and listened to Seokjin. He could only whine and moan, lost in his mind and only able to focus on Namjoon’s cock inside him. Then Namjoon changed his angle to pound straight into Seokjin’s g-spot. He screamed, orgasming so hard his body grew limp.
He repeated the word “cum” over and over again, so desperate even though he already came. Namjoon thrust in one, two, and three more times then bust his load inside of Seokjin.
His cunt’s walls squeezed Namjoon’s cock inside, not wanting to miss out on any drop of cum. The hot, white cum filled Seokjin to the brim. He moaned and grinded back onto Namjoon’s cock as Namjoon thrusted in again and again, trying to get cum into every part of Seokjin. The cum began to overflow, dripping down Seokjin’s legs and onto the wooden floor.
“Fucking milking me dry, your tight little cunt,” Namjoon slapped Seokjin’s ass, causing him to jolt and whimper.
“Please give me all your cum, Joonie. I need all of it,” Seokjin begged. He took it as Namjoon kept grinding his cock into him.
“I am giving it all to you, baby. Can you feel it all inside?” Namjoon rubbed Seokjin’s oversensitive clit. He screamed and nodded his head vigorously as Namjoon nosed at his neck.
“Yes! It feels so good!”
Namjoon kept thrusting and grinding inside of Seokjin until his cock grew soft. He slowly pulled out, causing Seokjin to whine and whine again at the loss of his cock. He chuckled and slipped his fingers into Seokjin’s pussy, watching the cum come out in spurts. Seokjin mindlessly moaned as Namjoon played with the cunt he just pounded into. Namjoon tapped his cock against Seokjin’s pussy lips, the last drops of cum smearing into his skin.
“You look so pretty, Jinnie.”
Seokjin turned his head around, a pout on his lips and a playful glint in his eye.
“You’re just saying that to get into my pants,” he snorted and nudged Namjoon with his foot.
“Oh, I’m in way more than just your pants,” Namjoon teasingly brushed his cock against Seokjin’s clit. Seokjin shivered.
“I feel so sweaty and gross now,” Seokjin complained, “Take me to the shower, Namjoon-ah,” he looked over his shoulder and pouted.
“You were the one begging for it,” Namjoon teased and grabbed Seokjin to throw him over his shoulder.
“I have no regrets. Your dick felt so good. 10 out of 10 experience, would do again.”
“In the bath?” Namjoon offered as he opened the bathroom door and set Seokjin down in the tub.
“I wish to be pampered and loved before that,” Seokjin placed his face between his hands in a flower pose, accentuating his pout up at Namjoon.
“I can do that,” Namjoon leaned down and kissed him sweetly, “Your wish is my command.”
Namjoon filled the tub with water and threw a bath bomb in before stripping and sliding into the tub behind Seokjin. Seokjin sat in between his legs, playing with the bubbles and Namjoon’s fingers as Namjoon lathered shampoo through Seokjin’s hair with the other hand. Seokjin playfully licked the tip of Namjoon’s finger. He turned his head to make eye contact with Namjoon.
“Jinnie, I thought you said you wanted to be pampered. If you keep doing that, I might want more than just a bath,” Namjoon said through hooded eyes.
Seokjin licked further down the finger, mouthing at the bottom before the palm then moving back up to take the entire finger down his throat. He bobbed up and down, never breaking eye contact with Namjoon as his fingers slid down his throat. Seokjin choked on it slightly, but kept going until finally pulling off with a string of spit connecting his lips to Namjoon’s finger.
“Is that a threat,” Seokjin turned around fully, straddling Namjoon’s hips and lightly grinding his pussy against his hardening cock, “or a promise?” He whispered into Namjoon’s ear.
“We’re doing this?”
“If you want to,” Seokjin licked a stripe down Namjoon’s neck.
“You still have shampoo in your hair.”
Seokjin paused, frowning at the shampoo bottle on the edge of the tub. He huffed and stopped grinding against Namjoon.
“How dare the shampoo foil my sexy plans!”
Namjoon laughed. He cupped Seokjin’s face and kissed him, slow and deep. He breathed in the other man before pinching his ass.
“Hey!”
“No more teasing, okay? We need to finish washing up then eat dinner,” Namjoon carded his hand through Seokjin’s suds upped hair, scratching the back of his head to release a small moan of relief.
“But what about later?” Seokjin pouted.
“Behave,” Namjoon gripped the base of Seokjin’s hair and pulled, earning a delicious high-pitched whine, “and I’ll consider it.”
“Okay,” Seokjin squeaked out.