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Jungkook was sitting on their living room couch, scrolling through his phone. It was the afternoon and he was starting to get tired. He scrubbed his face, fighting off a yawn.
“Jungkookie! Can I get you anything?” Namjoon called from the kitchen, wondering if the younger needed a snack while he got himself something to drink.
Jungkook’s head perked up at the question, going back to his phone a moment later. “No, but thank you, yeobo.”
Namjoon sighed as chugged from his water bottle, coming into the living room and climbing onto the sofa next to his lover. He set the bottle down, grabbing Jungkook’s arm and nuzzling up close to his side.
Jungkook would have remarked about how cute he was if his jaw hadn’t dropped the moment he realized past the doorway.
Namjoon was wearing the sexiest pair of shorts he had ever seen. They were tight and small, made of something shiny and smooth and curved against his hips. When Namjoon cuddled up to him, he could tell they were soft, as well as how he wouldn’t be able to bend over without revealing himself with how short they were.
He looked positively delicious .
Namjoon hummed, standing up from the sofa briefly to perch over the coffee table to retrieve the tv remote, giving Jungkook a clear view of his pretty peach as he was angled forward.
“ Fuck .” Jungkook rasped, mouth going dry at the display, never being able to understand just how frustratingly attractive his darling was.
Namjoon sat down with the device in his hands, smiling sweetly and a little curious as he looked over at his partner. “Hm? You need something?”
Jungkook fixed his glasses atop his nose, smiling back at him before turning his eyes sharp and stoic, diving a hand between his soft inner thighs as he licked his lips in thought and murmured. “You trying to start something, baby?”
Namjoon’s eyes widened, gasping at the feeling of his strong palm massaging his sensitive thigh. “W-What?”
Jungkook smirked, palm leaving the paradise of his silky legs to pinch at the hem of his shorts that barely reached the tops of his thighs, the gray tone of the silky material contrasting beautifully with his skin tone. “ These , sweetie. God , you’re driving me wild.”
Namjoon laughed shyly, hoping that his cheeks weren’t too flushed as he hesitantly met his eyes again. “ Jungkook-ah . You like them? They’re kinda new, never wore them before.”
Jungkook groaned as Namjoon squeezed his palm in sensitivity when he went back to grabbing the plush skin of his thigh. “Like? I fucking love them, honey.”
Namjoon ducked his head, giggling as Jungkook began to press needy kisses on his neck, dragging the older onto his lap with a grunt.
Jungkook was always determined, wanting to be a bold and dashing lover every chance he could get for his baby.
It definitely helped that Namjoon was the most amazing and gorgeous person he had ever met.
Namjoon huffed a breath when Jungkook tugged him closer by the band of his shorts, their groins touching and Namjoon moaned when he could feel the outline of his erection against his joggers.
Jungkook snickered wantonly as he dragged his kisses up to his jaw, breath hot at his ear as his hands exploded his body, “Feel how excited you make me, babe?”
Namjoon didn’t have the chance to respond when Jungkook’s fingertips dived under his shorts, cursing against his flesh when he was only met with his bare skin.
Jungkook probed further, nipping at the junction of his neck and collarbone when not a stitch of a pantyline could be felt on him. “Not wearing panties, love?”
Namjoon whimpered, shuddering when Jungkook began to pet at the edge of his rim. “Jungkookie.”
Jungkook hummed, lifting up Namjoon at his pleading tone and helping him lay back onto the couch, tummy against the fabric and his pert bottom arched into the air.
Jungkook could see a patch of his slick arousal beginning to soil his shorts, knowing just how worked up his petal could get from a bit of teasing and dirty talk.
Namjoon looked like a dream, adorable blushing cheeks against the couch, shirt pulled up against his upper back to reveal his curvaceous waist before dipping lower to expose the glory of his ass in those damned satin shorts.
He could devour him whole.
Jungkook skated his palms up the backs of his thighs, easily digging under his attire to cup the globes of his bottom, jiggling them a bit when he squeezed them. “Fuck, I love this ass, you’re so damn beautiful, Namjoon-ah.”
Namjoon moaned something against the cushions as Jungkook peeled the clothing off of his body, eyes lighting up at the glowing tan flesh underneath.
Jungkook reached next to the couch, pulling out the drawer of an end table to get the lube, always ready to please his darling.
His hands petted across his body, stopping to pull and grope at his peachy glutes with a lustful groan, mouth watering at the view of his smooth, ruddy hole when he spread his cheeks. “Ah, shit. You waxed, sweetheart? My pretty boy.”
“Wanted to be pretty for you, Jungkookie.” Namjoon whimpered, biting his lip and fluttering his eyes shut when Jungkook thumbed at the tight pucker of his entrance.
“Did it hurt, darling?” Jungkook hummed, mouth quirking up at the side when Namjoon whines and nodded his head, continuing to rub at his sensitive rim as he palmed his hip. “Mm, you like it when it hurts, huh?”
Namjoon’s fists hold onto the couch below him as Jungkook kisses up his thighs, peppering soft pecks at the soft skin of his ass. “Y-Yes, daddy, thought of you when I was doing it.”
“Yeah? Did my baby get all riled up?” Jungkook murmured against his flesh, panting hot against his hole before moving to the other side of his bottom to assault with kisses.
Namjoon moaned, loud even against the fabric, looking back at him in earnest when Jungkook’s kisses became more fervent. “Mhm, wanted your cock. Needed it, daddy.”
“Gonna give it to you, baby, gonna make you feel real good.” Jungkook growled, laying a path of kisses along the beginning of his spine as he dug his nails into his peachy butt.
Jungkook pulled his cheeks apart again, marveling at the beautiful orifice begging to be touched, kissed, licked, and filled.
He would do all that and more, anything for his love to receive pleasure.
Jungkook spat at the muscle and Namjoon cried out at the sudden action, gliding the saliva against his opening just to see it glisten. “You sensitive, honey?”
Namjoon hummed a yes as his breathing picked up with need, Jungkook growing hungry at the flushed entrance aching for him.
He laid his front down on the sofa, face level with his bottom and he smiled with glee, utterly satisfied at the ability to be so close and intimate with his lover.
The first lick to his entrance had Namjoon gasping, hips writhing with the new sensation.
Of course, Jungkook just had to dig into his sensitive muscle like it was a fine banquet, appreciative laves of his tongue turning into searching curls and wriggles that penetrated the tight ring and had Namjoon shaking, a stilted silent scream leaving his mouth.
He sucked and licked at him like a man starved, his own drool staining his chin, not caring the slightest when his jaw began to ache when Namjoon was quivering with pleasure.
Namjoon came with a desperate shout when Jungkook dove the muscle of his depraved tongue deep inside him, clawing at his bottom to stretch him even wider, his lover’s hips circling against his face and the couch cushions, every bit of friction making his eyes roll back.
He collapsed back onto the couch, out of breath as his endorphin rush was still pumping through him, a sheen of sweat beginning to cool his heated skin. “A-Ah, Jungkookie, w-wow.”
Jungkook hugged the lower half of his body close, feeling just as affected as he was while he cooled down, petting and pressing his pout against his skin.
Jungkook smiled up at him, teeth nipping his bottom softly as he smacked the other side when he knew Namjoon had fully relaxed. “Love you so much, baby. Want some more?”
Namjoon’s closed eyes shot open at the feeling of his hardened crotch against his calf, turning toward him a bit with a newfound eagerness since he was hit by the hurricane of his orgasm. “Mm, Jungkookie, yes. All for you, daddy.”
Jungkook spanked him again, smirking with a dark chuckle when it made the other whimper in a bated breath. “Yeah, all mine .”
Namjoon didn’t even have to glance at the younger to know that his eyes were fiery and wanton, always getting so wound up when they played with Namjoon’s kinks.
Jungkook pulled his hips back against his bulge, biting his lip at the pressure on his hard length while Namjoon gulped at how he could practically feel his lover throbbing to get inside him. “Think I should spank this little hole to get ready for my cock? Gonna make you all pink and pretty.”
Namjoon’s throat tightened, begging for the younger to continue before he even registered his words.
Jungkook grinned, pushing gently down on his back so that his bottom arched up in his hold, caressing the roundness of his hips with an endeared trill.
He massaged across his flesh, making sure he covered all of his skin and even dipping to cup at his dripping groin.
The first smack against his cheek had Namjoon’s posture drooping a bit, Jungkook ensuring that he felt good for more and didn’t want to safeword.
He hit the other side of his bottom, watching with dark eyes as the golden skin began to slightly pink from the harsh hits.
He clutched a hold of one cheek, exposing his pretty entrance with a grunt that made Namjoon shiver.
Jungkook skimmed his fingertips along the sensitive patch, still slightly irritated from waxing and Namjoon groaned when the skimming of his fingers turned into full-massage.
Namjoon jerked in shock when Jungkook spanked his hole initially.
“Like that, baby?” Jungkook asked, knowing that Namjoon loved when he was extra sensitive after waxing.
He spanked his entrance again and Namjoon pressed back against his hand with a moan. “Love it, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook smacked his ruddy opening several more times just to hear Namjoon cry out his name, grunting when he became impatient at his lover mewling for him. “My sweet little pain slut.”
The younger pulled down the front of his joggers, cock springing free, and squirted out lubricant onto his palm before he slicked himself up.
Even though he played with him plenty on his tongue, he made sure his cutie was stretched enough because he didn’t want to ever hurt him.
When Namjoon was able to have three and then four fingers sunk into his velvety walls, Jungkook knew it was time.
Jungkook thrummed something of a swear word when he made sure he was slicked and at full hardness, lining up with his pretty puckered hole.
Jungkook started off with languid thrusts, simply sinking into him like he was a perfect glove.
However, sweat was starting to bead at his brow with how worked up he had gotten just from giving Namjoon oral and he wanted to fill him to the brim with much more than his skilled tongue.
He practically started jackhammering into him, hips slapping against his own, Namjoon crying out at the blissfully rough treatment while Jungkook pressed his lips together and his eyebrows indented from how hot and tight he was.
They came together some thrusts later, Namjoon being milked of his pleasure with a rampant tempo against his prostate while Jungkook grunted and his release became painted at his walls.
Jungkook wraps him in a soft hug, draping a blanket over them both as he cleaned themselves of their exertion, pulling him close with an enamored kiss. “I love you, darling. You feel okay?”
Namjoon smiled, hiding his face in his shoulder before they kissed some more. “Mhm, so good. That was wonderful, yeobo.”
“I should buy you more of those shorts.” Jungkook whispered as they both nodded off to a post-climax slumber, Namjoon feeling safe and loved in his strong embrace.