Another monday, another chapter!
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It was all it took for Jungkook to throw away whatever restraint that was still keeping him back. "If that is what you want, that is what you get," the words a nearly inhuman growl as he sunk his teeth into the side of Namjoon's neck.
Namjoon couldn't stop himself from wishing and desperately wanting that to leave a mark, to have something to be able to press in the morning and remind himself of what had happened. He threw his head back, giving Jungkook more space, wrapping his long legs around Jungkook, less than willing to be without his body for even a moment.
"You are so bloody unreal," Jungkook growled, as Namjoon wrapped his arms around the younger man's neck to keep him where he was, to get him somewhere else? To be honest, Namjoon didn't know, nor was he interested in knowing.
Namjoon's arms around his neck didn't last long as Jungkook was quick to reach up and grab them, and with just one hand, he pinned Namjoon's wrists above his head.
The sheer feeling of being restrained made Namjoon moan, "stay there like a good boy," the words, once again nothing but a growl as they ran down Namjoon's spine in pleasure.
When Jungkook let go of his wrists, Namjoon let them stay over his head, just as Jungkook wanted, cheeks flushed and eyes dark and hooded.
He didn't know that he had a thing for being held down and for being called a good boy, but god, he wanted nothing more than to be good, to have Jungkook call him it again. To be Jungkook's good boy.
His cock had never been harder in his whole damn life, and never had he wanted to please somebody as he did in that moment.
"Jungkook..." he moaned it out, as those inked and strong hands travelled down his torso, feeling him up.
"Let me touch you, let me enjoy you now that I finally have you," Jungkook's mouth started to trace a line after his hands, always making sure to leave behind little kisses, bites and locks, first stopping when he got to Namjoon's nipples, where with one hand he pinched one, while wrapping his lips around the other.
Namjoon, not having expected the pleasure, went tight as a bow, his spine and body bending upwards in response to the pleasure, barely being able to contain himself.
His hands twitched, desperate to move, to grab at Jungkook's head. He wasn't even sure if it was to move it away, or to press it close. Maybe just to touch, to run his hands through that long hair, but no. Jungkook had told him to keep them above his head, and Namjoon wanted to be good; he wanted to get the praise again.
It seemed like Jungkook knew exactly what thoughts were going through his mind, and he teased, "such a good boy, trying so hard to be good." Namjoon wasn't proud of the whimper that left his mouth, nor his entire body almost shaking.
He felt so keyed up for the fact that they were still not far into their little encounter. Both were still half dressed, and Namjoon wasn't sure if he was going to last if Jungkook was going to keep speaking like that, hitting every mark and nerve he wasn't even aware that he had.
"Wanna be good," the words were half-panted out, half-whined, barely recognizable as words, but Jungkook still understood him.
Namjoon kept his hands above his head, barely able to contain the writhing of his body as Jungkook slowly, oh so slowly, peeled him out of his clothes.
The neediness and hurry from the library had been replaced with something else as Jungkook kissed every exposed part of his body, taking his time with every moment.
It was impossible for Namjoon to even start controlling the little moans. Nobody had ever treated him the way Jungkook did, nobody had ever taken the time to treat his body like it was worth worshipping—nobody before Jungkook.
Every kiss pressed to his skin, followed by a little nip, Namjoon was sure that his body was going to be covered in marks, Jungkook's marks, and he couldn't stop the keening noise that left him, his hands shaking as all he wanted was to reach down and press Jungkook's head exactly where he needed it.
He was so hard.
Namjoon was sure that every milliliter of blood that was meant to be in his brain was between his legs instead as Jungkook finally pushed down his boxers, leaving him naked and bare in front of the younger man.
Jungkook leaned back, black dress pants still perfectly fitted and dressed, even if a bulge was giving Jungkook's real thoughts and feelings away.
"God, you are beautiful," Jungkook's eyes were lidded, he was keeping his hands to himself, just looking over Namjoon's body. "The things I want to do to you if you let me." Namjoon watched as Jungkook's hands, the only part of him other than his face that held no ink at all, reached to hold onto the firm flesh of Namjoon's thigh.
"Who said I wouldn't let you," the words were out of Namjoon's mouth before his brain had even started to catch onto what he was saying, but it didn't stop him from meaning every single one of them.
"You shouldn't," Jungkook's words were quiet. "You should tell me to get off you and leave."
Namjoon swallowed hard, reaching up with a shaking hand. "I don't want to," he found Jungkook's hand and guided it towards his leaking and arching cock.
His cock was already leaking from the kisses, petting, and foreplay that had been going on, leaning hard and heavy against Namjoon's stomach, drooling precum onto his tanned skin. "I want you."
He wasn't sure how this had ended with him being the one to convince Jungkook, but he knew one thing for sure: he would die if Jungkook didn't touch him soon, if they stopped now.
Namjoon wanted Jungkook, he always had, no matter how much he had wanted to suppress it, and he was no longer able to ignore it. He wanted Jungkook; he needed Jungkook.
"There is only so much self-control I have, baby," again, that near-growling sound that made Namjoon's stomach fill with butterflies. "And you are testing all of it. You are the only person that ever makes me feel as if I am no longer the one in control. How do you do this to me, you wonderful man?"
It didn't matter what Namjoon wanted to answer because, at the same time, Jungkook finally, oh god finally, closed his hand around his aching prick. With an easy twist of his wrist, he jerked off Namjoon, making pleasure surge up his spine in the most delicious of ways.
His entire body went rigid, his spine curving upwards as Jungkook started to lazily jerk him off, Namjoon's precum making the slide wet and easy, the wet, sloppy sound suddenly so loud that it made Namjoon's ears ring.
The pleasure was intense after all the time Jungkook had spent kissing down his body and worshipping every part of him. It felt as if he had been edged for hours, even if it was just minutes, now finally getting the sweet relief that he had been seeking.
The soft teasing words from Jungkook only made everything more intense. "Good boy, take all the pleasure, you deserve it." Kisses were once again being pressed to his inner thigh, so close to where he wanted Jungkook's mouth, while the younger man lazily jerked him off.
"Jungkook... I... ah~" the words that fell from Namjoon's mouth as his body writhed from the pleasure were barely understandable, but Jungkook still understood him when Namjoon didn't understand himself.
One of his thighs made its way over Jungkook's shoulder, and Namjoon felt wet fingers teasingly press against his entrance. "Is this okay?" Jungkook's words were spoken into the solid flesh of Namjoon's inner thigh, as Jungkook seemingly wasn't happy until every part of them was covered in marks.
Namjoon wasn't even sure when the other had gotten lube; he must somehow have missed that. "Yes!" the words fell from Namjoon's mouth.
Namjoon was normally not too attached to either the idea of himself as a top or a bottom; he just normally fell into the former since people assumed that by just looking at him, he exclusively topped.
He enjoyed it just fine, but in that moment, he was pretty sure he would die if he didn't get to feel Jungkook inside of him.
Jungkook started slow, just a single lubed finger massaging at Namjoon's entrance, getting him relaxed before dipping in a teasing finger.
They hadn't even started, and it was already so good, the pleasure rushing through his body. He felt as if the moan he let out was almost punched out of him as his hips, of their own accord, chased after the soft touch of the other man's finger, needing them deep inside of him, like a man in the desert needed water.
"Relax," a kiss was pressed to his inner thigh, "just trust me, pretty boy, I am going to make you feel so good. Just relax and trust me."
Namjoon forced his body as much as he could to relax, to relax into the feeling of strong fingers pressing so softly against him.
He didn't want to relax; he wanted pleasure that zipped up his spine, his walls tightening against eager fingers before finally making him yield and accept them. But Jungkook was right; he had to relax.
"Much better, good boy." There was the slightest hint of teeth teasing Namjoon's thigh, making his muscles tighten up for a short second, unsure if he wanted to pull away or press closer to find out exactly what those teasing nips were promising.
Namjoon didn't get to think about it for too long before Jungkook managed to wiggle his entire finger inside of Namjoon, giving him something to clench down around.
It was just one finger, but god, it felt so good.
The guttural moan Namjoon let out as his body went lax echoed around the room, the loudest he had dared to be all night. But there was no time to worry about it, no time for shame to build up and overtake his senses as Namjoon would often grow self-conscious, instead his loud noises were rewarded by another hickey being sucked into his thigh so close to his dick that Namjoon could feel Jungkook's breath.
"God, you sound so good, I don't even know how you are real. It's like you are all of my wildest dreams and wants mixed together. The things you do to me, the things I want to do to you in return." Jungkook's voice was much deeper than usual, and when Namjoon looked down, he was greeted with dark eyes staring back at him with blown pupils.
It didn't matter what Namjoon wanted to say, what answers were right on his tongue, because the words were stolen from him as another finger was pushed inside of him. Still, in such a careful way that Namjoon's body easily and readily accepted it, craving the full feeling that only Jungkook could give him.
He tried to grind his hips down towards the fingers feeling him so perfectly, letting out a keening noise when he realized he couldn't. Jungkook's hand that had just been casually resting on Namjoon's hip showed its real job as it held down Namjoon's hips, stopping him from moving anywhere. "Please... please..!" the babbling word fell from Namjoon's mouth with no grace nor aim; he wasn't even sure what he was begging for anymore.
The calm and easy thrusting of Jungkook's fingers combined with his barely-there lips kissing, nipping, and nuzzling the skin close to Namjoon's cock made the older man almost go crazy with need he had no way of sating.
He wanted to push Jungkook's head to where he wanted it, he wanted those teasing lips on his aching and needy cock, but he didn't. He did exactly as Jungkook had asked, keeping his hands above his head, being the good boy that he still craved being, even if he couldn't voice it.
His arms were free, he could move them, but still, the corded muscles in them went tight as if he was fighting against true and real chains, instead of just those of his mind. Jungkook's praising words were worth it, the soft teasing tones as he pressed another finger into Namjoon, finding an easy and teasing tempo to both relax the older man but also get him completely and utterly riled up.
Words were no longer coming out normally; all he could do was let out keening and whining noises every time the knuckles of Jungkook's hand pressed against Namjoon's ass. It was like Jungkook was purposely avoiding his prostate, instead doing just the barest of brushes against it, that teasing and barely-there pressure forcing noises from Namjoon that he didn't even know he was capable of making, but Jungkook still easily forced from him.
He was still ignoring Namjoon's aching and leaking cock; sometimes it would brush against the younger man's cheek when Jungkook got especially daring and sought kisses close to his groin.
Namjoon had never felt pleasure like this before, never felt as if said pleasure was slowly consuming him, as if it was traveling up his spine, leaving his mind empty, with no other options than to beg, beg for more, for anything, to finally get what he wanted.
Jungkook just smiled at him, praising him with words that healed some aching part in Namjoon's soul that he wasn't even aware of, getting him good, wet, and loose, ready for whatever came next.
When Jungkook pulled out his fingers, wiping the remaining lube off his finger on the expensive sheets, Namjoon let out a babbling plea of "no, please!" He had been so close, the soft, barely there brushes of his prostate just enough to slowly overcome the prep having built up.
Now he was clenching around nothing, and every part of him was shaking.
"Don't worry." One last kiss was pressed to Namjoon's shaking thigh before Jungkook leaned back, standing on his knees between Namjoon's spread legs, the soft light from the hallway illuminating him from behind, creating a halo effect. "I will give you what you need, love, don't worry."
He looked like a god.
He looked like a god that was going to wreck Namjoon's world. The prominent bulge in his fitted slacks was almost perfectly framed, and Namjoon couldn't help but stare, a keening noise leaving Namjoon as the other man popped the button of his jeans, slowly dragging down the zipper.
Namjoon wasn't sure if time had actually stopped or if that was just how it felt.
Jungkook was so gorgeous, and his teasing smile didn't help as he finally pushed down the slacks. "Like what you are seeing?"
Normally, the teasing tone would have made Namjoon blush, embarrassed about being caught staring, but in that moment, with his arse clenching around nothing and his cock aching, all he could do was nod and keeningly utter a soft little "yes..." God, he did enjoy the view, and he wanted it so badly, wanted exactly what was being promised with no words.
He wanted to be owned, for his entire body and being to be taken over, broken and remade by cock.
Jungkook seemed to understand what was going on in his head as he pushed his hair back with one hand and slowly, teasingly, pushed down his trousers, revealing just a little more skin with every second.
It was much less elegant when Jungkook actually had to get the trousers and underwear off the rest of his legs, but Namjoon was already so deep in the soup that he found himself barely even noticing it because finally, Jungkook was naked.
His hand was lazily closed around his cock, jerking it off with lazy, easy movements, and the feeling inside of Namjoon could only be explained as hunger. "Please..." the words were out of his mouth before he could think them over, but God, if they weren't true.
This time, Jungkook just grinned at him, leaning down so his hands were on either side of Namjoon's head. Only then did Namjoon himself realize that he had grabbed onto the sheets, holding them tight to keep from letting go and doing something he wasn't meant to.
Even with his mind as shattered and scattered as it was, he had still kept his arms above himself as he had been told; it had never crossed his mind to move them.
"You still good? Up for this?" It was a more serious tone to Jungkook's words, and it was clear that if the answer was no, then he would stop. If Namjoon no longer gave his consent, it would stop. It didn't matter what they were playing with, who Jungkook was outside of this room. Stop was stop, and Jungkook would respect it.
Namjoon had never understood the phrase that 'consent was sexy'; it was important, but he had never seen how it was sexy up until that moment. Jungkook's body pressed against his, Namjoon could feel the man's cock rub against his own, but still, he kept a bit of distance between them, making sure he had Namjoon's consent before continuing.
That was really arousing.
Unable to find his words, Namjoon did the only thing he could find to be logical in that moment: he surged up, pressing his lips against the other man in a desperate and needy kiss, hoping that Jungkook would understand what he was trying to say without being able to find the words escaping him.
The kiss was rough, teeth clicking to a point of almost pain, but it was a good feeling, tongue, lips, and teeth desperate for any form of attention, and Jungkook understood him without even trying.
When the kiss broke, it was the first Namjoon saw of Jungkook himself showing that what they were doing was affecting him. His arms on either side of Namjoon's head were shaking as he panted out, "I need your words, pretty boy. If you want it, you will have to ask for it." His voice was both a pant and a growl, and the sound did strange things to Namjoon's stomach, where butterflies fought for attention, and his cock ached for it.
Namjoon was panting, the kiss having stolen the oxygen right out of his lips, but before his brain could catch up, the words were falling from his mouth. "Please, Jungkook, please... I need it! I am so... ahh... empty." His body once again forced himself to clench around nothing, and never in his life had he felt so empty, like his body longed and ached for something to fill it. "Please... please!" If Jungkook wanted begging, if he wanted words, then Namjoon was going to give him that, having long since passed the point of any form of shame.
That would come much later.
The wolf-like grin the words earned him, combined with the slight thrust of the other man's hips, pressing his cock against the back of Namjoon's ass, made everything worth it. It seemed that Namjoon wasn't the only one feeling it.
"Don't worry, baby." Jungkook pecked him on just the edge of his jawbone before leaning back up, getting a good hold of his own cock, guiding one of Namjoon's long legs up over his waist while moving closer.
Finally, finally, after so long, Namjoon could feel the tip of the other man's cock being pressed against his puckered entrance, the lube mixed with precum making a wet squelch as Jungkook took just a bare moment before pressing all the way inside, bottoming out in one easy and smooth thrust.
Namjoon's entire vision whited out at the feeling of the hard cock finally finding a home inside of him, the sound leaving his mouth barely able to be classified as human.
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We have 5 chapters more left after this! After all, we still have some plot to resolve!How is everybody? I reached my writing goal of 15k words for the month, so that is nice, I am almost fully done writing my next fic that will start posting after this one, so that is nice as well! Oh and it stopped snowing, so there is thatAs always, I do teasers and preview of future fics and chapters on my twitter, I hope you all had a lovely spring so far!
Cya all Monday!