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Jungkook was a hookup guy. Who would’ve thought? 

Despite his slightly awkward and geeky nature, Jungkook regularly does hookups - and he always enjoys it. Sometimes he will go out to a club with the goal of meeting someone to take home, but he usually finds it easier to meet people through Tinder.

In the past, he had been put off the idea of hookups because of the coldness of it. Meeting a stranger and being so intimate for it to mean nothing and to never see them again? That wasn’t his vibe at all. He couldn’t understand why people would want that.

That view changed after his first hookup. He had tried Tinder after his friends convinced him; the guy he met was nice and the sex was fun. He felt good afterwards, rather than the hollowing sadness he expected to feel. It changed his whole perspective on hookups, and he began to use it as a kind of release from that moment on.

He hasn’t been in a relationship for a few years, but that’s okay. He’s willing to wait for the right person, he knows there’s no rush. Still, he craves that skin to skin contact. He’s young and fit and extremely horny most of the time - his hand can only do so much.

Whenever he’s a bit horny or lonely or stressed he opens the app. Sometimes it doesn’t go anywhere, but sometimes he ends up talking to someone attractive, they meet and have sex.

Today was one of those days. Jungkook is sitting on his bed, muscles sore after hard work at the gym. It’s already late in the day, but he wonders if anyone would be up for some quick, no strings attached fun.

He swipes a few times before he gets a match. Namjoon is handsome and tall, he works at a bookstore and loves cycling and bonsai trees. The conversation progresses nicely, Jungkook gets straight to the point and tells Namjoon that he’s looking for some quick fun - there’s no point beating around the bush, and he’d hate to waste Namjoon’s time if he’s after something more. It just so happens that Namjoon is looking for the same, and it just so happens that he is free this evening.

Now, Jungkook wasn’t the type to just invite someone over, fuck and be done with it. He at least liked to get coffee or go for a bite to eat first. It was courteous, and it also helped him to see that the person he’s meeting wasn’t a catfish or serial killer.

Namjoon seems to be up for that too, he suggests they go and see a movie and Jungkook thinks that’s a fun idea, so Namjoon gives him his address and he heads over to pick him up.

This is the part that Jungkook is the most nervous about. While he might look quite bold and confident with his tattoos and muscles, he’s actually quite a shy person.

There have been many times he has fumbled his way through the first meeting with his Tinder date, only boosted on by the thought that they are meeting for one reason and one reason only. It was worth the awkwardness so they could get to the fun part.

It’s not just the awkwardness, though. These meetings always come with some other doubts - what if they don’t look like their pictures? What if Jungkook doesn’t find them attractive? He didn’t like the thought of bailing; he’s been lucky enough so far that he hasn’t had to.

His breath catches in his throat when he first sees Namjoon come out of the apartment building. Tall is correct. Jungkook gives him a wave from inside his car and Namjoon spots him and jogs over before getting in the passenger side.

“Hey,” Namjoon greets him simply with a smile.

Seeing him up close causes Jungkook to melt back into his seat. He supposes it’s the overwhelming relief – because Namjoon is stupidly hot, and Jungkook is definitely attracted to him. His concerns are replaced by an excited buzzing in his chest.

He gives a friendly smile back, keeping his cool as best he can to get through the small talk. “Hi. How’re you?”

“Not bad, not bad,” Namjoon responds, putting on his seatbelt with a short chuckle. “I’ve been wanting to see this movie forever, so I’m really glad you wanted to see it too.”

As soon as Namjoon starts talking Jungkook knows he had been a fool to be worried at all - not only is Namjoon good looking, but he’s also incredibly easy to talk to. A perfect combination because Jungkook immediately feels at ease.

And beyond excited - because he does get to put his penis inside a hot guy tonight, which is all he could really wish for.

Namjoon is cute and funny as he talks through the film previews, he makes Jungkook’s nose scrunch with laughter and his cheeks hurt from smiling.

The movie is good, Namjoon is hot, Jungkook is really glad he opened Tinder.

They get back into Jungkook’s car afterwards, and he’s thankful that Namjoon is still talking because he hates awkward silences. Jungkook can’t help but think that Namjoon’s lips look so inviting as he talks. Plump and shiny, they look smooth and delicious.

There hasn’t really been any flirting so far, but they both know why they’re here.

When push comes to shove, Jungkook likes to think of himself as someone brave (and maybe a little reckless), so he decides to just go for it, he swoops in and captures Namjoon’s lips.

Namjoon was mid-conversation, so he did cut him off - Jungkook had been too eager, as usual, and he has the tiniest fear that Namjoon will be annoyed.

But Namjoon appears anything but annoyed, drawing Jungkook closer when he goes to pull away, sliding their lips together softly.

Jungkook’s spine tingles; Namjoon’s lips feel as soft as they look.

Namjoon isn’t shy, his hand comes to the back of Jungkook’s neck, raking through his hair and tugging just slightly as his tongue teases at his lips. Jungkook parts them with a soft gasp, allowing Namjoon to explore his mouth. His slick tongue and plush lips have arousal curling in his belly. He pulls back.

“One sec,” Jungkook says, voice a little hoarse as he switches on the engine. “I know somewhere we can go.”

“Ooh,” Namjoon chuckles, giving Jungkook a lopsided smile. “Make-out point?”

Jungkook grins sheepishly. “Not quite.”

He takes them to a nearby alleyway next to an abandoned convenience store. It’s not make-out point, but it’s secluded enough that they can continue kissing in private - while still giving them that semi-public, too-impatient-to-wait thrill.

As soon as he parks the car Namjoon is on him again, drawing Jungkook towards him, lips and tongues twisting. Jungkook groans - he didn’t even get the chance to unbuckle his seatbelt and he fucking loves it. This is just what he needed.

He gives back, nipping Namjoon’s bottom lip, dragging his lips across his jaw and down his neck, licking and sucking and biting, marvelling at Namjoon’s sensitivity, at the way he arches into every touch.

“Let’s go to the backseats,” Namjoon gasps, a twinkle in his eye as Jungkook pulls away from his neck.

He honestly would have been cool with just making out a little and then driving back to his place, but the way Namjoon tugs him on top of him in the backseat and grinds against him tells Jungkook that he wants more.

And does Jungkook want to have sloppy sex with Namjoon in the back of his car? Of course he fucking does. He can’t think of anything hotter.

Their lips and hips mingle, Namjoon’s hard bulge rubs eagerly against his own and he pulls back to tug his t-shirt off over his head.

Namjoon lets out a low hum, eyes tracing over Jungkook’s torso. “You know, your topless pic was my second favourite one.”

Jungkook grins proudly, holding himself up over Namjoon with a teasing eyebrow quirk. “Then which was your favourite?”

Namjoon’s hands come to caress his abdomen, trailing up to his shoulders in a motion that makes Jungkook shiver pleasantly. “The one where you’ve got those swimming goggles on and you’re pulling a weird face.” His smirk is deadly as he drawls, “duh.”

Jungkook snorts, nosing down Namjoon’s neck just to elicit another one of those soft gasps. “That’s my favourite, too.”

“I don’t have any shirtless photos on my profile, so I know you’re dying to see what I look like naked,” Namjoon jokes with wiggling brows, but he’s honestly correct.

“I actually am, so let’s get you out of these clothes,” Jungkook replies, helping Namjoon to tug off his patchwork-style t-shirt. He sucks in a breath. “Oh.”

Like oh , he looks fucking good. The revelation has his heart beating that much faster.

Namjoon doesn’t reply, just shimmies out of his jeans, awkwardly trying to remove them over his shoes until he’s wearing nothing but his boxers and his cute sneakers.

“ Oh ,” Jungkook repeats, but with even more awe. He takes his time looking, eyes raking over his defined pectorals, lingering on his juicy looking thighs.

Namjoon’s body is so hot that Jungkook finds himself thinking it’s a waste that he doesn’t have some kind of topless photo on his Tinder - because he’d definitely get a hell of a lot more attention if he did. Jungkook decides to keep that thought to himself.

“You look really good,” he says, though he kind of wishes he said ‘you look like my wet dream’ because that’s the actual truth. He can’t resist leaning in and kissing across Namjoon’s delicious chest, licking at his puffy nipples.

Namjoon gasps, biting his bottom lip as he reaches for Jungkook, unzipping his jeans and tugging him out of his underwear.

“I’m wearing a plug,” Namjoon says with a little, devious smirk, hand playing with Jungkook’s cock, pulling back the foreskin and rolling his thumb over the tip until he moans. Precum beads at the tip, his cock twitching in Namjoon’s hands.

He can’t tell if he’s more shocked and aroused that Namjoon sat the entire movie wearing a butt plug, or that he apparently wants to fuck right here in the back seat of his car.

“You want to do it here? ” Jungkook asks with wide eyes. Some part of him didn’t realise Namjoon planned to go all the way in such a public area, but he can’t deny that the thought thrills him even more.

Namjoon nods eagerly, pushing his boxers down his thighs. “Please, fuck me.”

Jungkook swallows thickly, arousal building as he watches Namjoon slowly pull the plug out of his hole. He finds himself reaching out, fingers rubbing against the rim before dipping inside, slick and wet with lube. Namjoon keens as Jungkook slowly thrusts his fingers inside. He’s stretched, but still so tight.

“I can’t wait to get inside,” he says honestly, biting his bottom lip as he removes his fingers, getting on his knees between Namjoon’s legs.

Jungkook scrambles to pull his wallet out of his jean pocket to retrieve the condom, tearing it with his teeth before sliding it on. He rubs his tip against Namjoon’s entrance to tease himself, but he delights in the shuddering breath that falls from Namjoon’s lips. He’s just as eager to get going - it would be a criminal offence to make him wait any longer.

Namjoon takes him so easily, so tight and perfect that Jungkook immediately forgets about the uncomfortable feeling of his jeans.

Jungkook starts up a quick pace because he likes it fast, leaning over Namjoon with his hands braced on the car seat, thrusting into him as Namjoon wraps his arms around him to hold on.

“Fuck,” Namjoon moans, tilting his head back with a grin. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook says lowly, pressing his body against Namjoon’s and giving a few powerful thrusts as he nibbles on his ear. He’s not much of a talker during hookups, but that’s not usually a problem - he lets his cock do the talking for him.

“Oh shit ,” Namjoon groans, wrapping his legs around Jungkook’s waist. “God, do that again.”

This is what Jungkook loves; making his partner curse, making them cling onto him for dear life as he thrusts into them as fast as he can. He aims to please, judging Namjoon’s reactions to find out what things he likes, and what things he really likes. Jungkook grips Namjoon’s thighs as he pistons into him, thrusting powerful and hard because that’s how Namjoon seems to like it, enjoying the feeling of his sneakers digging into his back as their lips sloppily meet.

To his delight, Namjoon is really responsive. Jungkook’s cock leaks with every little noise, his cock leaks when Namjoon tugs on his hair, when Namjoon bucks his hips needily to meet his thrusts. It’s so easy to get lost in it, he has to remind himself to keep on track; he can’t show a sloppy performance. 

Jungkook rocks his hips as his lips and teeth and tongue trail along Namjoon’s neck, the sensitivity making him whine and gasp, the sound making Jungkook fuck into him harder. 

Namjoon is gorgeous and sexy as he writhes on the car seat. Jungkook can’t help but think that if he had a type, Namjoon would definitely be it. 

“Oh god, Jungkook…” Namjoon keens, dragging his nails along Jungkook’s back. Jungkook can feel Namjoon’s legs trembling with pleasure, and that in itself makes him groan. “I’m so close, so close...”

Jungkook fists Namjoon’s cock, twisting his wrist as he strokes him to make him crazy, eyes fixed on Namjoon’s face as it contorts with the pleasure of his orgasm, cum shooting up his golden chest.

It’s so hot that Jungkook feels delirious with need. “I’m so close, is it okay—"

He’s cut off by his own groan. Namjoon draws Jungkook closer, pushing his legs up onto his shoulders, the new angle making him keen.

“Fuck me,” Namjoon says lowly with a smirk, that same glint in his eye that has Jungkook falling apart.

Namjoon cries out as Jungkook thrusts impossibly fast, this new angle forcing him in deep with each roll of his hips. It only takes a moment before he reaches his limit, the orgasm hitting him so hard that a string of moans falls from his lips as he fills the condom.

“Fuck…” Jungkook curses in a daze, his chest heaving as he slowly pulls out his sensitive cock. “That was…” he trails off, his tongue feels too heavy in his mouth to speak.

“Great, huh?” Namjoon grins up at him. “Well, it was for me,” he chuckles, and Jungkook can’t help the way his nose scrunches with his own smile.

“It was great for me too,” Jungkook assures him, moving off Namjoon and offering his hand to help him up.

/////

The fact of the matter is: Namjoon was a great fucking lay.

It’s not awkward afterwards; they still chat on the journey back to Namjoon’s and they part with a smile.

In fact, the smile doesn’t wipe off Jungkook’s face as he returns to his apartment alone. He feels that post-sex, happy glow as he showers and rids himself of the sweat. That orgasm hit him hard; he’s slept with a lot of people over the past year, but he hasn’t come like that in a while. 

Jungkook feels completely satisfied. His body aches, but in a good way, and that night he feels euphoric as he climbs into bed. It’s no surprise that he sleeps like a baby. 

The next morning - well, it’s a Sunday so Jungkook lets himself sleep until noon – he finds himself wondering if Namjoon had a good sleep. He hopes that their encounter made him feel as good as it made Jungkook feel and that he meant it when he said it was great.

The competitive side of him wants to do better – he knows he can do better than great ; he knows he can show Namjoon an even better time. It was a shame he wouldn’t get the chance to.

It’s when he’s getting dressed and catches sight of himself in the mirror that he sees two hickeys - one on his neck and one on his collarbone. He smiles as he inspects them. Remembering the feeling of Namjoon’s lips on him has his stomach fluttering with arousal.

He has to quickly shake that thought off because he has plans to go to the gym and see his friend. He can’t blow Taehyung off to masturbate, not again . 

It isn’t until the evening that he allows his mind to wander back to his encounter with Namjoon. He’s alone in bed thinking about the way Namjoon’s cute sneakers dug into his back with every powerful thrust, the ghost of that feeling makes his body tingle, and the thought has his cock twitching in his underwear. He opens the app and stares at Namjoon’s Tinder pictures for the two-hundredth time.

Namjoon’s cute sounds, his sensitive neck, his long fingers, and soft lips. Jungkook haphazardly fists his cock to the thought, and it barely takes any time at all for him to get off.

It should be out of his system now, he thinks.

He’s wrong. The thoughts keep coming, he begins to become concerned when he can’t seem to get Namjoon out of his head. Jungkook stops at a stoplight on his commute to work when an image forms in his mind. Soft thighs and a pretty smile, laughter that made him feel relaxed while also making his chest flutter pleasantly.

The thing is, Jungkook never sleeps with the same person twice. It was kind of an unspoken rule to himself.

There wasn’t any big reason for it, he just found the thought of it awkward. The whole fun of a hookup was that they were strangers; when he starts to get to know the person, that’s when things get complicated. Instead of risking it, he’d rather see them only once. It wasn’t personal.

Needless to say, Jungkook is having a bit of a crisis right now.

He always wants to keep it a one-time thing. Always.

And yet, Namjoon has his hands itching to write a new text rather than delete his number. To ask him to meet up again rather than forget about him.

But that wasn’t something he did, and why should he change his rule? A one-night stand was just that - one night. His time with Namjoon was a meaningless hookup, and that’s how it should stay.

The thought has Jungkook feeling sad, though. That’s not right, he wants to see Namjoon again. He doesn’t know why; he doesn’t know what makes Namjoon so special and different from the others. It’s just something he feels.

But maybe Namjoon wouldn’t be into it - which is fine. Jungkook would be crushed and disappointed, but he could get over it. Eventually.

Do u wanna go for ice cream this weekend?

He honestly couldn’t have thought of anything lamer, but it was the first thing that came to mind when he freaked out and opened his text conversation with Namjoon. And he really wants ice cream.

He waits and he waits. Minutes go by like hours.

Namjoon is typing...

Jungkook holds his breath.

Yea sounds good!

It should be embarrassing, the way he jumps in joy.

/////

“If you get mint chocolate, I’m leaving,” Namjoon states.

Jungkook snorts, “Why? Do you hate it?”

“I resent it,” Namjoon says, eyes scanning the overhead menu. “Chocolate is the way to go.”

Jungkook’s lips quirk at the corners, he steps forward to order once the person in front of him is finished.

“One chocolate, one mint chocolate chip, please.” He turns back to Namjoon with a shit-eating grin.

“Wow,” Namjoon huffs, shaking his head in disbelief and crossing his arms. “After I finish that ice cream, I’m outta here.”

Jungkook chuckles, paying for both and handing the chocolate ice cream cone to Namjoon when it’s ready.

Namjoon’s facade crumbles as he takes it, a smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you. Next time, I’m buying.”

Next time?

Like...Namjoon wants to do this again - or, at least, assumes they’ll do this again?

The thought makes Jungkook grin widely.

They happily enjoy their frozen treats as they walk down the street. There are a few moments of silence where Jungkook doesn’t know what to say, but if Namjoon feels awkward, he doesn’t let on. Jungkook finds Namjoon’s company really pleasant, so he doesn’t feel the need to talk much. 

“Want a bite?” Jungkook asks, sniggering as he shoves his ice cream in Namjoon’s face, and he recoils.

“I can’t think of anything I’d hate more!”

Jungkook laughs, bright and loud with his nose scrunching up. Namjoon is so cute and silly.

“You’re free to try mine, though,” Namjoon says, stopping on the street corner and holding his cone towards Jungkook.

Jungkook eyes it enthusiastically - how could he say no to chocolate?

He places his hand over Namjoon’s to stabilise it as he leans in, tongue licking a stripe up the side of the ice cream.

He hums in delight, smacking his lips together. “It’s really good, huh?”

“I kind of thought you were going to bite it,” Namjoon says with a chuckle.

Jungkook quirks a brow at him, “I’m not an animal, Namjoon.” And his teeth are sensitive.

There’s that familiar glint in Namjoon’s eyes. “I mean, you seemed to like biting last weekend,” he teases, his gaze so flirtatious that Jungkook swallows thickly.

His eyes dart to where his hand is still firmly gripping Namjoon’s, heart racing, blood rushing south as images of their previous encounter flash through his mind. “Do you...Um...”

Namjoon leans in close to the ice cream now, close to Jungkook, his tongue comes to taste the chocolate and swirl around the top of the scoop. He travels down the cone, tongue reaching Jungkook’s fingers, lapping up the ice cream that dribbled down there.

And, boy, does he feel that in his dick. Jungkook shivers, eyes wide in awe and arousal.

This wasn’t Jungkook’s plan, per se - he had just wanted to see Namjoon again, hadn’t thought much past that.

At least, that’s what he’d like to think. He has jerked off to the thought of Namjoon more times than he’d like to admit.

Namjoon smiles at him, gorgeous and so, so evil. He’s got a bit of chocolate at the corner of his mouth, Jungkook wants to lick it off so badly—

“I’m done with this,” Jungkook says quickly, tossing the remainder of his mint chocolate ice cream into the nearby trash.

Namjoon laughs, following suit when Jungkook finally releases his hand. “Me too. What a coincidence!”

Namjoon takes Jungkook’s hand now, tugging him along the sidewalk to where Jungkook’s car is parked. Jungkook pulls him close quickly when they’re inside, tongue coming to his lips, slipping into his mouth to taste the chocolate.

“I hate mint chocolate slightly less when it comes from your mouth,” Namjoon murmurs lowly against his lips.

Jungkook hums, fingers threading through Namjoon’s hair as he teasingly nips his bottom lip. “Chocolate tastes even better on your lips.”

They part eventually for breath. His mind is going to one place with how aroused he is, and Namjoon’s gaze is heavy, he just knows he’s on the same page.

As much as he loved that quickie in the back of his car, Jungkook finds himself enjoying the idea of bringing Namjoon back to his place. They could take their time, he could explore Namjoon’s body and appreciate it fully like he wants to.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon tilts his head questioningly. He must have zoned out.

Jungkook clears his throat. “Do you...want to come to my place?” 

“Is it bad if I say that your room is way neater than I thought it’d be?” Namjoon chuckles, eyeing up his Overwatch posters. “Nerdier, too.”

“What, did you think I was just some gym-buff slob?” Jungkook says, gasping in mock offence as he takes a seat at the end of his bed.

Namjoon shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck as he turns to Jungkook. “I don’t know... I guess I pictured you as a specific kind of guy by the way you’re...” he trails off, gesturing to Jungkook’s entire being.

Jungkook grins, nose scrunching as he leans back comfortably on his hands. “I’m...What?”

“Like...Really...Hot?” Namjoon says slowly, before he sighs, approaching Jungkook on the bed. “That doesn’t even seem like the right word for it.”

“So I’m not hot?” Jungkook cocks his head in confusion, mirth in his tone as Namjoon gingerly sits beside him. He seems nervous.

This is the first time Jungkook has picked up on Namjoon’s anxiousness, and he finds his awkwardness terribly endearing.

Namjoon huffs a laugh. “You know that I’m crazy attracted to you, Jungkook. That’s why I swiped right, of course.”

Jungkook lets his eyes travel up Namjoon’s figure, up his jean-clad legs to his handsome face. “I should’ve super-liked you.”

That pulls a laugh out of Namjoon, his chest shaking with it, Jungkook grows warm at the sight of it.

A few minutes go by, and now Jungkook is the one feeling a bit awkward and fidgety - like he’s a teenager again and this is the first time he’s had a boy that wasn’t his friend in his room. He and Namjoon have already fucked, and yet he feels nervous to do anything. He can’t figure out why.

“So... Why’d you invite me over?” Namjoon asks, just to fill the silence and get things moving because they both know exactly why they’re here.

That brings Jungkook back to himself, he turns to face Namjoon. “Do you want to have sex again?”

Namjoon sniggers a little. “Um...Yeah? I—" he laughs now, hiding his face shyly in his hands. “You’re so straightforward!”

Jungkook flushes, he really doesn’t know why he said it like that. “Sorry I just—I thought I should ask—"

He’s cut off as Namjoon fists his shirt and pulls him close, lips smashing together. Jungkook’s hands come to firmly grip onto Namjoon’s hips with unabashed desire. The angle of their bodies is weird, so it’s not long before Namjoon pulls away and pushes Jungkook onto his back. 

“You’re really pretty,” Jungkook says as Namjoon crawls over him, knees on either side of his hips.

Namjoon chuckles shyly, leaning down to kiss Jungkook on the lips again. This way, Jungkook can easily slip his hands underneath Namjoon’s t-shirt, feeling the warm skin beneath his palms as Namjoon gasps softly into his mouth.

He massages his sides as their lips slide together, warm and unhurried. Jungkook’s dick is already growing hard, little noises threatening to spill past his lips because Namjoon is a really good kisser and he just feels so good .

Namjoon’s lips already feel so familiar to him and Jungkook finds that he really loves that feeling. It tugs at his heart a little; he’s been single a long time, hasn’t properly dated someone in years. 

He doesn’t have long to ponder on that thought, however, because then Namjoon is sitting up and pulling off his shirt.

“ Oh, ” Jungkook says, and he wonders if he’ll say it every time Namjoon starts getting naked - assuming he’s lucky enough to see it more than two times.

Namjoon dimples, helping Jungkook to pull off his t-shirt before he leans back down, pressing their chests together.

He’s impossibly close now, their crotches are lined up dangerously, flesh together and Namjoon’s breath on his lips.

Namjoon rocks his hips and Jungkook keens form the sudden friction, feeling glued to the bed from Namjoon’s large body. He bucks his hips as Namjoon kisses him again, his mind dizzy with want.

They remove their jeans and hump each other in their underwear, Jungkook’s precum creating a large wet patch on his boxers that makes Namjoon smirk.

“What? Humping is hot,” Jungkook insists, cheeks flushed as he pouts.

Namjoon hums, “Well since they’re so wet, I think they need to be removed,” he says lowly, his breath tickling Jungkook’s face, his smirk making his heart race all over again.

Jungkook nods in agreement, “And you’ll have to take yours off too. Not because they’re wet, but...because I would like to see your penis. Please.”

Namjoon giggles, burying his head into Jungkook’s shoulder for a moment before pulling back, uttering “cute,” under his breath as he begins to tug down Jungkook’s boxers.

When Namjoon’s cock is freed too, they both lay on their sides on the bed. Jungkook lets his fingers trace the line of Namjoon’s body, feeling and caressing, his eyes following the path of his hands.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this, taking such time and care during a hookup. It just feels right; he wants to memorise every dip and curve of Namjoon’s body.

Namjoon’s big hands come to grip his waist and pull him close. “Teeny tiny waist,” he muses, eyes warm as they meet Jungkook’s.

Jungkook nods with a lopsided smile, wiggling his eyebrows. “It’s the only place that is teeny tiny.”

Namjoon hums in agreement. “You do have a massive...” he pauses for dramatic effect, “Pair of eyes. Like, wow, they’re huge! You’re like Bambi, it’s adorable.” 

Jungkook snorts with laughter, wriggling out of Namjoon’s grip with pink cheeks. “I did not expect that. Jeez...”

“It’s the first thing I noticed about you when we met in person,” Namjoon smiles. “Really big, pretty eyes.”

Jungkook’s heart flutters despite himself. No one has complimented his eyes like that before, and he doesn’t want it to seem like it’s affecting him. “Really? The first thing I noticed about you was your juicy thighs.”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “No, really?”

Jungkook nods with a grin, getting up and moving near Namjoon’s legs. He pushes them apart to settle in the middle. “I like them a lot.”

Namjoon blushes, sitting up on his elbows as Jungkook lays on his front, fingers caressing the sensitive skin. “I—Thanks...”

Jungkook presses light kisses along his inner thigh, eyes trailing up to Namjoon flirtatiously. “I’ve been thinking about them a lot,” he says honestly.

Namjoon doesn’t speak, just gasps as Jungkook’s tongue darts out to lick the skin, his cock twitching when he sucks lightly.

“Is it okay to—harder?” Jungkook asks, watching as Namjoon nods, his own cock twitching as he takes in the sight of Namjoon sexily biting his bottom lip.

“Please.”

Jungkook delves back in, enthusiastically sucking and nipping at the skin, marking Namjoon’s thighs like in his fantasies.

Something strikes him at this moment.

Hookups can be a selfish thing. Jungkook has experienced it before; the feeling of just wanting to get off, thinking more about himself than the other person.

He’s never wanted to do this with someone from Tinder before, he never wanted to take more time than he needed to; savour the taste of their flesh on his tongue, daydreamed about leaving marks on their thighs.

But this is what Jungkook wants to do, and who is he to argue with himself? Namjoon seems to be into it too, hasn’t told him otherwise, so Jungkook is living his dream right now.

Namjoon fists his cock now, slow strokes to go along with Jungkook’s lips on his thighs. His breath comes out in soft gasps that have Jungkook’s cock throbbing between his legs - he doesn’t know why something so simple is having that much of an effect on him, he really feels like he’s going crazy.

Jungkook shifts up a little, hands trailing slowly up Namjoon’s thighs until he reaches his cock. He gently removes Namjoon’s hand from it, intense gaze meeting Namjoon’s. It’s his turn. 

Namjoon gasps wonderfully as Jungkook’s lips meet the tip of his cock, his head tilting back as he peppers the length with kisses.

He wants to take his time with this, too.

Jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever seen a prettier cock than Namjoon’s. It’s big and golden with a juicy head, it’s nice looking as far as cocks go. There’s something about the way it tastes, something about the heaviness of it on Jungkook’s tongue. It’s addictive, and Namjoon’s soft gasps and moans are even more so.

He’s enjoying himself as much as Namjoon seems to be, eyes closed, quite content to kiss and lick and taste, taking it into his mouth and sucking slowly until more moans escape Namjoon’s lips.

It feels as though time has stopped. His lips trail along Namjoon’s length so slowly, so carefully. There’s no race against the clock, no pressure or haste. Just Namjoon, filling his bedroom with soft gasps and moans as he licks and kisses his way down his cock. 

He gets carried away with it, mouth eagerly taking in Namjoon’s length but sucking oh so slowly, savouring the taste.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon whines, and it’s then that Jungkook opens his eyes and sees the way Namjoon’s thighs are trembling, the way he’s gripping onto the bedsheets.

He moves off, wiping his saliva on the back of his hand. “Is it good?”

Namjoon nods, “It’s just—" he huffs a short laugh, “It’s driving me crazy. It’s like...the most sensual blowjob I’ve ever been given.”

Jungkook flushes. That was definitely not what he was going for - well, he wasn’t really going for anything at all. He was just enjoying it.

He shoots Namjoon a sheepish smile. “You have a nice cock.”

“So do you. Especially when it’s inside me,” Namjoon says purposefully, a flirty smile on his lips.

Jungkook nods firmly, doing a salute. “I hear you, loud and clear.”

Namjoon chuckles cutely, reaching forward to rake his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. “I’ll have to prepare myself this time.”

So, he didn’t prepare himself beforehand this time. Jungkook doesn’t know whether he should read much into it - maybe he just didn’t have enough time or couldn’t be bothered, maybe he wanted to do it with Jungkook there.

Jungkook nods, getting up and going to rifle through his bedside drawer. He pulls out a bottle of lube, tossing it onto the bed along with a strip of condoms.

Namjoon picks up the bottle, playing with it in his fingers as Jungkook returns to the bed, waiting expectantly.

Namjoon looks down at his lap for a moment before finally meeting Jungkook’s gaze with an embarrassed look. “Um...I find this kind of embarrassing to do—Is it okay if I do it in the bathroom?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen a little and he nods. “Oh, sure! It’s the door on the left.”

Namjoon thanks him before awkwardly shuffling out of the room.

It’s no biggie - whenever Jungkook has bottomed he found the stretching part particularly awkward, always so eager to get straight to the fucking.

He just hopes that Namjoon isn’t worried about what he thinks. Jungkook would love to turn stretching into something more fun, to kiss and touch him during it - to do it for him, even. But only if Namjoon would want that.

Maybe he could ask next time.

Next time…

Jungkook leans back on his pillows and leisurely strokes himself while he waits for Namjoon. He wonders what kind of positions Namjoon might want to do this time, imagines how Namjoon is stretching himself open right now.

His cock doesn’t flag for one moment as he waits.

The bedroom door opens with a click, Namjoon still looks awkward and embarrassed as he enters - though his cock is rockhard. The sight fills Jungkook with relief; he really just wants Namjoon to have the best time. 

Jungkook shoots him a smile, sitting up on the bed. “Hey.”

Namjoon puts the bottle of lube aside as he climbs on the bed. “So... Where do you want me?”

“I want you wherever you want to be,” Jungkook says easily. Any position would be great in his eyes, so he’d rather Namjoon choose something he’s comfortable with.

Namjoon bites his bottom lip, eyes glancing to the side in thought. “Well... I wouldn’t be against doggystyle.”

Jungkook is on his knees in an instant, his imaginary tail is wagging. “Sure, okay.”

Namjoon seems just as eager, on his hands and knees with his ass pushed out even before Jungkook has the condom on. He resists the urge to drool - it really is a sight to behold.

When the condom is securely on, and he has covered his length in some extra lube, Jungkook guides his cock slowly into Namjoon’s hole with one hand gripping his hip.

Namjoon groans, gripping the sheets as Jungkook bottoms out. “Fuck,” he gasps, head hanging between his shoulders.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, his mouth falling open because it feels so good, he’s being sucked in so tightly he feels like he’s going to go crazy. He presses kisses up and down Namjoon’s back as he gets used to his length. There’s no rush - even though his cock protests.

Jungkook gasps as Namjoon pulls away from his cock just a little before pressing it back inside, the feeling making them both groan.

“Yeah...Yeah, you can go now,” Namjoon says, spreading his legs a little wider.

Jungkook swallows, trying to resist the urge to pound him deep and fast. He grips Namjoon’s hips and starts thrusting slowly, watching his reactions carefully because he doesn’t want to hurt him from being too eager.

Namjoon is just as responsive as before, gasping with his slow thrusts, rocking back against Jungkook’s cock until he groans.

“You can go faster, it’s okay,” Namjoon says, glancing back as best he can from his position.

“As long as you’re sure...” Jungkook’s breath puffs out his nose in barely restrained arousal. “Just say if I hurt you.”

And then he lets loose, hips slamming against Namjoon’s ass as he pounds into him, Namjoon’s moans goading him on further, ass clenching and squeezing him so tightly.

“You feel really fucking good,” Jungkook finds himself saying, too lost in the pleasure to realise the words aren’t staying in his head.

Namjoon grips the edge of the bed with a moan, back arching beautifully as Jungkook fucks into him.

“Oh fuck, I love this,” Namjoon moans with a breathless laugh, making Jungkook grin, pride swelling in his chest. “Feels amazing.”

“You feel amazing,” Jungkook says, and he means it. Namjoon’s skin feels so soft against him and his hole is so tight and warm, sucking him in deliciously every time. 

Everything about fucking Namjoon is so easy and fun. He’s gorgeous and he takes his cock so well, and on top of that he laughs and smiles during sex, he’s vocal and he makes Jungkook feel incredible.

He moans loudly as he drills his cock into Namjoon -  biting his bottom lip is futile when it feels this good. Jungkook doesn’t care about his stupid rule - fuck hookups, he wants to fuck Kim Namjoon .

Jungkook slows his hips after a while, trailing his hands up and down the expanse of Namjoon’s back as he grinds into him. “So, so pretty...”

“Oh! Oh, there...” Namjoon moans and Jungkook gets the message; it’s his job to relentlessly abuse that spot until Namjoon forgets his own name. 

Jungkook plasters himself to his back, pressing Namjoon further into the mattress as he braces his arms on the bed.

“Ready?” Jungkook rasps, voice tickling Namjoon’s ear and making him shiver.

Namjoon nods quickly, “Fuck, yeah. Give it to me.”

Jungkook groans, quickly lifting his hips before slamming back down into Namjoon. He repeats the motions over and over, feels Namjoon trembling beneath him, a moaning mess as he abuses his prostate.

The angle gets him so deep and Namjoon is so hot, so responsive beneath him that Jungkook feels delirious.

“Namjoon,” Jungkook moans, sensually grinding his hips. He presses his lips against Namjoon’s neck until he whines, hips picking up the pace again automatically, chasing that tight heat. “I love it, I love it,” he pants.

Namjoon gasps loudly, knuckles white and hips stuttering against the bed. Jungkook doesn’t have to see his cock to know that he’s coming, his hole clenches so tightly around Jungkook that his own orgasm hits him all at once.

“ Oh! ” Jungkook gasps and moans, pressing in as deeply as he can go as he fills the condom with his cum, legs trembling with the crash of his orgasm. Jungkook pants against him, eager for the chance to kiss Namjoon once he turns his head to the side, sloppy and wet.

Namjoon does another one of those cute, breathless laughs when Jungkook pulls out and rolls off of him.

“Jesus Christ, Jungkook!” he laughs, turning onto his back with the biggest grin.

Jungkook smiles so wide his cheeks hurt, and he doesn’t think twice about leaning in to kiss the grin off Namjoon’s face.

They didn’t get the chance to cuddle in the back of his car, so Jungkook is slightly hesitant as he wraps Namjoon up in his arms.

If Namjoon isn’t the cuddling type, that’s cool. He’ll understand.

Jungkook’s heart sinks as Namjoon stiffens in his hold. He’s about to pull away when he feels Namjoon’s arms hesitantly snake around him, enveloping him in sweaty warmth. He smiles as Namjoon presses a sweet kiss to his lips.

Jungkook is waiting and waiting for his heart rate to calm down - he really did fuck Namjoon to within an inch of his life, and he’s quite proud of that. Namjoon won’t be the only one that’s sore tomorrow, but it was definitely worth it.

Half an hour later and Jungkook’s heart is still racing. It’s quite...alarming.

It’s just pillow talk; Namjoon speaks about his job, Jungkook tells a funny story of the time his friend Taehyung accidentally ended up in a threesome, and how that led to a polyamorous relationship. Namjoon laughs along like he thinks it’s a joke. 

Namjoon kisses him softly on the mouth and Jungkook plays with his brown hair. Their bodies are still sweaty, legs tangled together, and Jungkook’s heart is just pounding away.

When Namjoon flashes that dimpled smile at him and his heart stutters, Jungkook can maybe admit to himself that he’s, at least, the tiniest bit smitten.

They must have been in bed for hours because a quick glance to his bedside clock tells him that it’s already past ten o’clock.

Namjoon should stay. He wants Namjoon to stay over.

That wasn’t out of the ordinary, either. There have been plenty of times where he has had someone stay over after a hookup. He has also found himself frequently waking up in a stranger’s bed, being forced to creep away before they wake up and do the walk of shame back to his apartment.

It wasn’t weird to ask Namjoon to stay the night, surely.

He smiles as Namjoon presses a firm kiss to his lips. He frowns when Namjoon pulls away and sits up with a stretch.

“It’s getting late, so I’m going to head home,” he says, crawling to the end of the bed and hopping off as Jungkook sits up.

“Oh,” Jungkook says, he tries not to sound as hopelessly disappointed as he feels. “Okay, sure,” he quickly adds. “I’ll drop you off.”

“That’s okay,” Namjoon waves him off, grabbing his phone from the floor. “My roommate will come and get me.”

Jungkook tries not to read into it, but he has a heavy feeling in his stomach now.

He gives a nod in response and when Namjoon begins to collect his clothes, Jungkook jumps out of bed to help him. They chuckle awkwardly as they grab each other’s underwear and have to swap.

Jungkook just haphazardly throws on his t-shirt and underwear since he’ll be having a shower soon, anyway. He tries not to feel hurt as Namjoon seems to dress himself just as hastily, practically racing for the door.

“Today was fun,” he says, his warm smile lifting Jungkook’s spirits. “Feel free to text again.”

Jungkook nods as he waves him off. There’s so much more that he wants to say, but he can’t quite find the words. He sighs as he heads back to his room, sighs as he starts the shower, sighs as he shampoos his hair.

He shouldn’t take it personally that Namjoon didn’t want to stay over. Maybe that was just not how he did hookups.

The realisation hits Jungkook again. He rests his head against the shower wall with a frown, hot water streaming down his back.

These had just been hookups. Two incredible hookups. Nothing more.

And yet, he and Namjoon get on so well. They fit together so perfectly.

Doggystyle is one of the top hookup positions because it’s not super intimate - and yet, it somehow felt intimate to Jungkook. The way they rocked together in unison, Namjoon’s breathless laughter and moans mingling together, the feeling of his warm back against Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook wasn’t like this with his other hookups. It was fun but it wasn’t intimate. Jungkook didn’t get attached.

But he still wants more.

He wants to go on a date with Namjoon, one that doesn’t end with sex.

And then he wants to go on another one that does, where he can be free from everything that comes with the ‘no strings attached’ motto of a hookup. He wants to lay his feelings out with nothing holding him back.

But now he’s scared because Namjoon didn’t want to stay the night.

He’s scared that Namjoon doesn’t feel the same way, that he wants to keep this a casual thing. That he wants to sleep with other people.

The thought makes him sick with jealousy.

/////

All of this could be dealt with through some good, old fashioned communication.

Except, Jungkook isn’t very good at that sort of thing.

Jungkook is led in bed the next Thursday evening watching Netflix when he gets a text from Namjoon. 

Heey

My roommate is out tonight so I was just wondering if u want to come over?

Jungkook’s heart rate picks up. The answer is yes, of course. But this is clearly a sex thing, and Jungkook should set things straight before he agrees to anything.

Sounds fun! I’ll be over in 20 ish minutes?

Once again, he’s bad at this. And he’s weak for dimples and thighs.

He quickly freshens up before heading over, dressing up in a leather jacket and spraying on some cologne to impress.

When Namjoon opens the door, Jungkook’s heart just leaps.

Namjoon is wearing an oversized t-shirt, loose shorts and glasses. His hair looks fluffy and his smile is bright.

He looks so cute and so damn fuckable . Jungkook quickly realises he’s gaping and promptly shuts his mouth as Namjoon invites him inside.

“Glasses suit you,” he says, a little awkward because he’s not sure where to look; Namjoon’s legs are screaming at him, but his face is so cute, and his hair is so soft looking.

“Oh, thanks,” Namjoon says, pushing them up his nose. “Can I get you anything?”

Jungkook’s throat feels so dry, but he shakes his head anyway as he takes a seat on the couch.

His breath catches in his throat as Namjoon sits on top of him, straddling his thighs.

“I was...thinking about you,” he says, nose brushing along Jungkook’s cheek and jaw. “And I was getting turned on. That’s why I texted.”

Jungkook shivers at the sensation, so aroused at the thought of turning Namjoon on, whilst also feeling a little hollow - this was the confirmation that he was just sex to Namjoon.

He gasps and grips onto Namjoon’s t-shirt as Namjoon presses kisses down his neck and along his jaw, letting their lips meet again.

It feels different. Now all Jungkook can think is that this doesn’t mean the same to Namjoon than it does to him. Namjoon is just trying to have meaningless fun with a guy he met on Tinder. 

That’s how it was supposed to be, so he can’t exactly blame Namjoon for feeling that way. Jungkook just had to catch stupid feelings.

He breaks away from the kiss, hands resting on Namjoon’s hips as he averts his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters sadly. “I don’t think I can do this...”

Namjoon’s eyes widen and he moves off of him, face laced with concern. “Oh—Are you okay? I’m sorry, did I do something?”

Jungkook sighs heavily, looking up at the ceiling. He’s sensitive, so he can feel his eyes beginning to water and he doesn’t want to let the tears escape.

“It’s nothing I just...Hookups are meant to be no strings attached, and I think I’ve kind of caught feelings for you.”

Namjoon says nothing and Jungkook still isn’t brave enough to see his expression. 

“I shouldn’t have come because I knew it was about sex and I—don’t get me wrong, I really, really enjoyed the sex. It was, like, the best ever. I think that’s how I knew I had caught feelings, I wanted to do things differently and--I’m sorry...”

“Jungkook.”

Jungkook meets Namjoon’s gaze hesitantly. He’s smiling warmly.

“Can I tell you something?”

Jungkook nods silently.

Namjoon huffs a laugh before he continues. “The truth is...I was on Tinder looking for a relationship, but when you told me you were looking for fun, I just thought...Why not? I had never done a hookup or a one-night stand before, but you were so hot that I thought I’d regret it if I didn’t do it. And it was really fun.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. He had assumed Namjoon was really experienced; Namjoon always seemed so sure of himself. He was confident and beautiful and unashamed and so, so captivating that Jungkook couldn’t stop thinking about him for even a moment.

“And I was sad thinking that it was over after that - but all my friends said I had to play it cool and not ask you out again, even though I really wanted to. Then, by some miracle, you asked me out for ice cream,” he chuckles, dimples popping. “And I had an even more amazing time.”

Jungkook is not sure if he’s understanding properly, too baffled to think correctly. “So—So why did you invite me over for sex tonight?”

“Because I thought that that was what this was all about...” Namjoon frowns, “I thought, I’d rather still get to see you just for sex than not see you at all. I didn’t think you wanted more.”

“And you do want more?” Jungkook squeaks, eyes wide and searching, chest light with hope.

Namjoon gives him one of those pretty smiles that make his heart skip a beat. “I’m really into you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook makes a noise like a whine, covering his face shyly in his hands.

“I’m serious!” Namjoon laughs lightly, “I thought I was really in the shit for falling for my one-night stand.”

Jungkook feels warm all over, his body moves on its own, pulling Namjoon close and wrapping him in his arms. He can’t resist pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’d love to start dating you for real,” Jungkook admits, pulling back just slightly to look at Namjoon. “Would you want that?”

Namjoon presses forward until their lips touch in a small kiss. “I would want that.”

Jungkook can’t suppress a massive grin, cupping Namjoon’s cheeks and kissing him again, soft and sweet.

This time, they don’t have sex. They order takeaway, Namjoon puts on a movie and they cuddle together on the sofa as they talk over it.

“You can stay here tonight, if you want,” Namjoon offers. 

Jungkook hums, “Oh, I was meaning to ask,” he begins, turning to face Namjoon on the couch. “Why did you run off last time? I wanted you to stay!”

Namjoon blushes, dipping his head, “I thought it’d be awkward to stay. I didn’t want to have to do the walk of shame in the morning, I guess...”

Jungkook barks a laugh, nuzzling into the crook of Namjoon’s neck. “I would’ve dropped you home! I wanted to cuddle you all night and make you breakfast in the morning.”

Namjoon kisses the top of his head. “Cute...Well, if you stay tonight then we can do that.” Jungkook flashes him an excited grin. “But you can’t cuddle me all night because I’ll find it too difficult to sleep,” he adds.

Jungkook pouts, but Namjoon kisses it off of him.

They make out in Namjoon’s soft bed, lips slow and sensual. Jungkook quickly grows hard, but he doesn’t want to do anything about it this time, he wants to keep kissing Namjoon until they’re both too sleepy to kiss anymore.

He falls asleep first, still wrapped up in Namjoon’s arms. When he wakes, Namjoon is led on his back on the other side of the bed - probably separated himself from Jungkook in an attempt to get some sleep. Jungkook notices that he still has a leg over Namjoon, so he won.

The rise and fall of Namjoon’s broad chest is mesmerising to Jungkook, and he finds himself just watching for a while. He notices the cute way Namjoon’s mouth is open, sees the way his hair is all messed up. It makes him smile, a light chuckle coming past his lips.

Namjoon stirs then, rolling on his side to face Jungkook. His eyes blink blearily before they set on him, his mouth slowly grows into a smile. Jungkook’s heart rate picks up.

“Morning,” Namjoon says, voice rough with sleep. “Your face is the best thing to wake up to.” Jungkook blushes.

“What about waking up to a blowjob? Now that’s the dream,” Jungkook says with a dreamy expression. “I usually hate being woken up but...I wouldn’t mind being woken up for that.”

Namjoon chuckles, “Maybe it’ll happen to you someday.”

“Yeah? Here’s hoping,” Jungkook grins.

Jungkook hasn’t had this in a long time, he realises. He hasn’t woken up next to someone else and not felt groggy and sore and sticky from the sex of the night before for a while.

The way his chest flutters when he looks at Namjoon’s face is something he hasn’t experienced in a while, too.

Namjoon huffs a short laugh, “Why’re you looking at me like that? Am I that much of an ugly sleeper?” He jokes.

Jungkook shakes his head with a smile, too happy to feel embarrassed that he was caught staring. “You’re not an ugly sleeper. You’re not ugly, period. Actually, you’re really, really, really, really, beau—"

He’s cut off as Namjoon pulls him into a kiss, warm lips that have Jungkook’s stomach doing somersaults.

When Namjoon wraps his arms around him, he melts into the embrace. Jungkook brings his hand to cradle Namjoon’s cheek, his thumb stroking the skin as their lips meld together.

Namjoon pulls away with a happy sigh, bumping Jungkook’s nose with his own.

Jungkook grins, pressing his finger lightly to Namjoon’s dimple. “So... What did you want for breakfast?”

/////

They go on their first proper date and get fried chicken - because they both agreed they didn’t need to go somewhere fancy, and they both really wanted fried chicken.

Jungkook kisses Namjoon whenever he gets the chance, chaste and sweet. They hold hands when Namjoon takes them to his favourite park on their next date, and Jungkook’s chest feels light and giddy every time. It’s strange that they seem to be doing things the wrong way round, but he likes it.

Except, it’s kind of making him crazy.

He knows what Namjoon looks like under those clothes, knows what he feels like, daydreams about his soft and subtle skin. He knows what Namjoon sounds like when he fucks him, knows how to make him feel good, how to make him come and scream his name.

Jungkook is horny all the time .

But he must resist. He wants to show Namjoon that he likes him more than just the sex.

Namjoon is smart and sweet and attentive and considerate and generous. He’s someone with multiple layers, with dreams and aspirations and a collection of bonsai trees. He’s unique in his own way, and Jungkook really, really likes him for who he is.

It’s just a very nice bonus that Namjoon is the guy that fuels all of his teen dreams and sexual fantasies.

So, when they’re kissing outside Namjoon’s apartment after their date and Namjoon begins to slip his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth, he pulls away.

“I’ve got to get back,” he says, even though it’s a lie. He’s not doing anything - but even if he was, he’d be willing to abandon any plans for Namjoon. Hell, he would rearrange the fucking stars for Namjoon.

The truth is, he’s afraid of losing himself in the kiss, losing himself in those plush lips and that slick tongue. He knows what will happen; the kiss will get heated and Namjoon will invite him inside and Jungkook will get hard and he’ll jerk Namjoon off as he bends him over the kitchen table—

God, he wants that. But he also wants to take things slow. He wants Namjoon to see that he’s special.

They’ve been dating for a couple of weeks now, and Jungkook is finding it increasingly difficult to stay in his lane - his very respectful and non-horny lane.

It’s particularly difficult when Namjoon cuddles up to him on the couch at his place as they watch a movie, his long fingers absently playing with Jungkook’s snail trail that peeks out from his sweatpants.

It tickles lightly and, annoyingly, it makes his cock twitch. He puffs out a breath from his nose as he attempts to focus on the movie.

“What’s up?” Namjoon asks, nosing along Jungkook’s jaw – which is also not helping.

“Nothing,” he says, it comes out hoarsely.

Namjoon lets it be after that, and Jungkook thinks that he’ll be okay. He’ll be able to go the rest of the day keeping himself in check, and he’ll be able to respectfully cuddle Namjoon to sleep.

What he hadn’t accounted for, was that fact that Namjoon would crawl onto his lap after the credits rolled on screen, his thick thighs pinning him down to the seat. He’s stuck, and there’s nowhere he’d rather be – his dick knows that, but he’s supposed to be reigning himself in.

Namjoon kisses him sweetly on the mouth and Jungkook hums - this is fine, he can do this. He rubs soothing circles into Namjoon hips as their lips slot together, tries not to think about bucking his hips, about trailing his hands up to cup Namjoon’s pecks.

Jungkook gasps softly as Namjoon nips at his bottom lip, giving his tongue the perfect entryway. Jungkook can’t resist, he kisses to match his enthusiasm, tongues meeting, again and again, getting sloppier each second.

It’s when Namjoon grinds his hips that Jungkook whines, forcing himself to pull away.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon frowns as he brushes some hair out of Jungkook’s face.

“I’m sorry... I’ve been trying not to get too—every time you touch me or kiss me I just—" he sighs, hanging his head. “I’m sorry,” he repeats.

“Don’t apologise,” Namjoon chuckles lightly, brushing his thumb over Jungkook’s cheek. “ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go faster than you were ready for.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, he frantically shakes his head. “No, I’m ready. I was born ready. I’ve been ready ever since I first saw you—I mean, I’ve been trying to hold back.” He frowns, “because this isn’t about sex. This is about you, a real person that I really like.”

Namjoon smiles fondly, “It’s not all about sex, you’re right, but sex is still an important part of our relationship.”

Jungkook nods, he hadn’t thought about it like that. “I really just...I didn’t want you to think that I only liked you for sex.”

Namjoon kisses him lightly on the nose. “That’s sweet...I’m so relieved. You stopped wanting to touch me so I thought you had gone off me, or something.”

Jungkook’s eyes bug out as he double-takes, shooting up onto his knees in an instant as he grabs onto Namjoon’s shoulders.

“No! Don’t ever think that I wouldn’t want to—there’s nothing I want more than to touch you. Do you hear me? It’s the greatest honour I’ve ever been given.”

Namjoon barks a laugh, burying his head in Jungkook’s shoulder. “Yeah, yeah...”

“I’m serious,” he insists, kissing the top of Namjoon’s head. “But I’ve also fallen for you as a person. It’s been...really nice, getting to know you these past few weeks.”

Namjoon meets his gaze with a smile, his dimples are deep and pretty. “Me too. I think you’re such a sweet guy, Jungkook.”

Jungkook grins, cheeks flushing as he wraps his arms tightly around Namjoon. 

So, maybe he had missed the mark before. He knows that now.

“Do you want to cuddle? I’ll even let you cuddle up to me when we go to sleep.”

Jungkook nods, squeezing Namjoon’s middle. “That would make me very happy.”

It’s beginning to get late, so he and a Namjoon crawl into his bed together. They kiss slowly before Namjoon turns around to sleep, only complaining a little as Jungkook plasters himself to his back.

He’s happy to know that Namjoon trusts him - even happier to know that Namjoon wants to be touched by him.

And, god, will he touch Namjoon. He will leave no part of his body untouched. 

/////

Throbbing, wet, and tingly.

Jungkook rubs his eyes with the back of his hand as he slowly wakes, a whine involuntarily slipping past his lips. What’s happening? Where is he?

A few more seconds and his eyes spring open - he’s very awake and alert. He throws his head back with a soft moan, his cock is being massaged so nicely by a wet muscle, the tip being swallowed into tight warmth.

Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with himself, he writhes on the sheets, hips stuttering as his hand goes beneath the covers to fist Namjoon’s hair. He wants more, wants him closer.

He closes his eyes again, his mouth dropping open with a gasp as he feels everything; Namjoon’s lips dragging teasingly against his length, his wet tongue rubbing against his frenulum. His mind feels overloaded; he definitely did not expect this, it’s too good to be true.

It feels incredible and he wants to tell Namjoon, to boost his confidence, but he can’t find it in him to say a thing. He just moans helplessly, his fingers in Namjoon’s hair, tugging and tugging because it’s all he can manage to do in this state.

“ Oh ,” he moans, Namjoon is lower now, he’s nipping lightly at his ball sack, sucking and kissing until Jungkook keens and spreads his legs wider.

His long fingers trail along his inner thighs as he takes Jungkook deep into his mouth, sucking so fast Jungkook is seeing stars. Namjoon stays silent, all of his focus on Jungkook’s cock, using all his best tricks to make him crazy.

“N-Namjoon...” Jungkook whines, “So good…’m gonna come.”

Namjoon continues sucking and licking at the tip, his hand coming to stroke Jungkook’s length at the same time, pushing him over the edge with quick flicks of his wrist.

Jungkook’s hips stutter and buck, trying to press himself deep into the heat of Namjoon’s mouth as he empties his cum inside with a low moan.

He stares at the ceiling as he comes back to reality, chest rising and falling, lightheaded from the repeated gasping and Namjoon’s insistent sucking.

“Woah...” That’s all he can say.

Namjoon pops out from the duvet with a grin. “I hope it was a nice surprise?”

Seeing him now, Jungkook feels like an idiot for not pushing away the covers sooner. His cheeks are flushed red, his mouth wet and sticky and swollen, hair messy and fluffy. Namjoon is the sexiest guy on earth.

Jungkook nods quickly in a daze. “Better than Christmas.”

Namjoon chuckles cutely, flopping down by Jungkook’s side. “Cool. I always wanted to do that, especially since you said it was your dream.”

“It’s the dream of all dreams! If I could wake up like that every morning, then...” he trails off as he meets Namjoon’s gaze. It makes him feel all warm and gooey inside. “Then... I’d be a happy guy.”

Namjoon smiles, but it quickly switches to a smirk. “Just so you know, I wouldn’t be opposed to it either.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Jungkook quickly grabs onto Namjoon’s middle and flips them over, kissing up and down Namjoon’s neck and face as he splutters and giggles.

“But I’m not asleep,” he states, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as Jungkook slinks down the length of his body. He wets his lips as Jungkook tugs down his underwear. “So doesn’t that defeat the point?”

Jungkook knows he meant it for future reference, but he also knows that Namjoon is rock hard from sucking him off - and that, coupled with the fact that Jungkook is also desperate to give Namjoon a blowjob, just speaks for itself.

He shrugs, flashing him a smile. “Close your eyes.”

Namjoon does as he’s told with a light sigh, and Jungkook takes his opportunity to let his eyes trace over Namjoon’s face and body. Gorgeous golden skin and a pretty face - Jungkook can’t believe that Namjoon is real, that he really exists. He can’t believe he gets to touch and kiss him, appreciate him, make him squirm and moan and come all over himself.

He can do that all at once, he’s sure.

Namjoon opens one eye teasingly, maybe he spent a little too long ogling. “What’s wrong?”

Jungkook shakes his head with a dazed smile. “Absolutely nothing in the world. Well—apart from war and poverty and racism and homophobia—I mean,” he flushes lightly, dipping his head. “I was just looking. Okay?”

Namjoon barks a laugh, “Looking?” He grins and Jungkook sucks in a breath because it’s blindingly gorgeous and his dimples hold the key to the universe. “Looking at me? ”

“Yes. Is that allowed?” he jokes, “Should I close my eyes too? I’ll hold my tongue out like a metal detector and you can beep at me when I’m getting warmer.”

“But my eyes will be closed too.”

Jungkook snorts, that had been the whole point. “Oh yeah. Well... I guess I’ll just have to lick your entire body until I find your dick.”

Namjoon’s eyebrow quirks sexily, “I guess I wouldn’t be against that. Just stay away from my feet.”

“Oh?” Jungkook teases, a playful glint in his eye. “Why’s that?”

He attempts to grab Namjoon’s foot, but his hand is kicked away. “Ticklish— Jungkook! ”

Jungkook gives him a shit-eating grin after he manages to capture his right foot. “How much will you hate me if I lick your foot?”

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow, “I would hate you more than mint chocolate.”

Jungkook gasps dramatically, “No, really? Well... I guess that’s a risk I’m willing to take...” he leans in, tongue out, so close. He stops as Namjoon’s whines and pulls back with a chuckle. “I’m kidding.”

Namjoon huffs a sigh of relief, “Thank—" he squeals as Jungkook tickles the underside of his foot with his fingers. Luckily, Jungkook is fast enough to dip away before he’s kicked in the face.

“Sorry! I’m sorry,” Jungkook says, leaning in to press a kiss to Namjoon’s cheek. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Alright,” Namjoon sighs, closing his eyes once again as he settles back against the pillows. “This better be the best blowjob I’ve ever—“

His loud gasp makes Jungkook tingle all over.

Jungkook’s wet lips tease at the shaft and tip, taking him into his mouth slowly only to pull off again. Namjoon squirms so he picks up the pace, licks fat stripe after fat stripe up Namjoon’s length as he fondles his balls, his tongue teases relentlessly at the frenulum and across the slit. Namjoon’s stuttering hips stir arousal in his own belly.

Jungkook wants to ask him if it’s good, if he likes what he’s doing. He’s desperate to hear the validation, to hear that he’s doing a good job and making Namjoon happy.

But he resists; he wants to just concentrate on his cock, as Namjoon had done for him.

As always, Namjoon is pretty vocal, anyway.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “That thing you do with your tongue, it feels so good...”

Jungkook thinks he knows what he’s talking about. He flicks his tongue along his sensitive frenulum for a moment before he makes a sound - as if to say ‘is that what you mean?’.

Namjoon moans softly, letting his head fall back against the pillow. “Yeah, I like that...”

Naturally, Jungkook does it over and over and over, eager to please, eager to make Namjoon go crazy. He looks up at Namjoon, his eyes are squeezed shut and his eyebrows are furrowed. Jungkook takes him deeper into his mouth and delights in the way his mouth falls open.

Jungkook firmly plants his hands on Namjoon’s stuttering hips - he knows he must be close now, his cock is throbbing and leaking salty precum. Now it’s time for the home stretch.

He swallows Namjoon whole, sucking him deep as Namjoon groans above him, he tries to buck his hips to no avail.

“Coming—“ he gasps, it’s barely a warning because less than a second later his cum is painting the inside of Jungkook’s mouth. He hums as he drinks it up, Jungkook keeps sucking even after he’s spent, making Namjoon squirm from oversensitivity.

“Did you like it?” Jungkook asks as he sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Namjoon nods with a dazed smile. “You’re seriously good at that. I loved every minute of it.”

Jungkook already knows he gives a mean blowjob – he’d had enough practice – but hearing that he made Namjoon feel good somehow means more, it makes his chest swell with pride.

He grins. “You barely lasted a minute. But, cool.”

Namjoon flushes, grabbing a pillow and hitting Jungkook over the head with it as he laughs. “It was at least a couple minutes, right?”

“Next time, I’ll time it,” Jungkook jokes. “Honestly, it’s okay if you come quickly. Just means I get to make you come a second time.”

Namjoon rubs his eyes shyly as Jungkook giggles.

Despite Jungkook’s desperate need to make Namjoon come a second time, they decide to get out of bed for breakfast. Jungkook is just as hungry as he is horny, so it doesn’t take too much convincing.

Jungkook cooks them both pancakes. He stands in front of the cooker, flipping the pancake with ease when he catches sight of Namjoon leaning against the countertop. He’s got what Jungkook can only describe as a fond look on his face, and it makes Jungkook’s stomach flutter. He quickly returns his gaze to the food to make sure it won’t burn.

There’s just something so domestic about this; Namjoon standing there still in his pyjamas with soft and messy bed hair, watching as Jungkook cooks them breakfast after they cuddled each other to sleep the night before. If you take out the impromptu morning blowjobs, it’s sickeningly sweet.

Jungkook’s breath hitches as Namjoon approaches, long fingers brushing some hair away from Jungkook’s eyes. He instinctively shakes his head a little and the hair falls back into his eyes as a result, Namjoon laughs and Jungkook just grins wider.

“You sure you don’t wanna make any pancakes?” Jungkook asks.

Namjoon shrugs, “I think I’d end up wasting the mixture, I don’t know how to do it right.”

Jungkook huffs a breath. “Nonsense! Here,” he plates his cooked pancake before grabbing some mixture and pouring it into the pan. “I’ll show you how.”

Namjoon nods as Jungkook swaps their positions. He giggles as Namjoon takes hold of the spatula; he just looks so lost.

“You’ve gotta wait for it to cook on the underside for a bit, it won’t take long,” Jungkook says, resting his chin on Namjoon’s shoulder.

Namjoon hums, “How will I know when it’s ready?”

“It’ll start browning around the edges,” Jungkook states, trailing his hand up Namjoon’s forearm to his wrist, encouraging Namjoon to apply a little pressure so the pancake sizzles in the pan. When the underside is cooked, Jungkook helps Namjoon to manoeuvre the spatula and flip it over.

“See? Easy,” Jungkook lets go of Namjoon’s wrist, wrapping his arms around his middle instead as they wait for the other side to cook.

Namjoon plates the pancake next to Jungkook’s. “Oh? it came out well. Should I try another?”

Jungkook nods against Namjoon’s shoulder. “Yeah, you can do it all yourself this time.”

He watches Namjoon pour a bit more mixture into the pan – he adds a little too much, but that’s okay. The pancake comes out almost perfectly, and his reaction is the best part.

“I did it!” he exclaims, shaking his fists excitedly. “That was no way near as hard as I thought. Look, it didn’t burn at all!”

Jungkook chuckles as he pulls away from Namjoon finally, he’s hopelessly endeared.  “I bet there’s a lot of other stuff you could cook, you’ve just gotta have confidence in yourself.”

Namjoon nods, dimpling as he looks at his creation. “Yeah, maybe.”

They eat the pancakes at Jungkook’s dinner table. The pancakes taste great, but Jungkook feels like he’s lost his appetite. It may or may not have something to do with the way his stomach flips and flutters every time he meets Namjoon’s gaze.

He doesn’t manage to finish the pancakes. He, Jeon Jungkook, leaves them unfinished. It’s unheard of.

Instead, he watches Namjoon eat his with a dopey grin on his face.

Namjoon sniggers, “How are your eyes always so big?”

Jungkook blinks, shyly looking down at the table with a blush. “They’re not…”

“They are,” Namjoon insists, “It’s super cute.”

There it goes again. Flutter, flutter, thump, thump.

Jungkook makes a noise like a whine in the back of his throat.

“What’s up, baby?” Namjoon asks, pushing his empty plate to the side.

Jungkook’s head snaps up, he really felt the way his stomach swooped that time. “ Baby? ”

Namjoon suddenly looks unsure, a pink flush growing on his cheeks. “Sorry, I—”

Jungkook shakes his head quickly. “No, I like it.” He wets his lips, pausing for a moment, eyes lowering to the table again shyly. “I like you. ”

Namjoon smiles so widely his dimples show. He cups his cheeks in his hands, looking like the prettiest flower there ever was.

Jungkook is in trouble.

“I like you too.”

Trouble is the wrong word for it. Jungkook is in love.

“I like you more,” he says.

Namjoon quirks a brow playfully. “Is it a competition?”

Jungkook nods, “Anything can be a competition if you try.”

Namjoon barks a laugh, “Like what?”

“Like…” Jungkook looks off to the side in thought. “Like… I bet I can kiss you a hundred times in a minute.”

“What about two hundred?”

Jungkook gets up so quickly from his chair that it scrapes against the floor with a loud noise. “You’re on.”

It feels so domestic, making pancakes together and eating them at the table. He’s got Namjoon cornered in the kitchen, their soft lips touching over and over again as Jungkook presses Namjoon against the kitchen counter.

“I haven’t been counting, by the way,” Namjoon murmurs against his lips. “Have you?”

“Nope,” Jungkook says, pressing his lips softly along Namjoon’s jaw. “Guess I’ll have to start again from the top.”

Namjoon chuckles warmly, and Jungkook loves how he leans into every touch, always so eager to feel him.

It feels so nice. It feels like he’s living a reality where Namjoon is his boyfriend.

Boyfriend. Why does that word sound so good to him now?

It’s been so long since he’s been in a relationship, but weren’t all the signs there? They’ve been going on dates, but it’s not like Jungkook had thought much beyond that.

But now it’s all he can think about. Namjoon. Boyfriend. Namjoon, his boyfriend.

Getting into a new relationship kind of scares him, but there’s also nothing he would want more than to be together with Namjoon for real, he knows that now.

Jungkook knows he should ask him when the time is right. It should be special, maybe with flowers or a new bonsai or something. He should think of some precious words that he wants to say, maybe buy him lunch too.

He can wait, and then he’ll ask Namjoon properly.

“Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” Jungkook blurts clumsily. It’s been about twenty minutes since they had pancakes and they’re sitting on Jungkook’s bed. Namjoon’s eyes widen and Jungkook dips his head shyly with a blush. Damn it.

“Boyfriend?” Namjoon cocks his head with furrowed brows. His eyes widen again, it’s cute. “ Yours? ”

Jungkook flops onto his front with a groan. “I messed it up, I'm so sorry. I should’ve been clearer and more romantic!” 

Namjoon laughs, lightly slapping Jungkook’s ass. “No, I’m sorry. You were clear I just--It just came out of nowhere.”

Jungkook lifts his head with a frown. “If it’s too soon I understand! I’m always too eager…”

“Are you kidding? You know I love your eagerness,” Namjoon smiles, that glint returns to his eye. “It’s cute in day to day life and super hot in the bedroom.” 

Jungkook blushes with a pleased smile, sitting up again to face Namjoon. “That’s good because I kind of can’t help being eager around you.”

Namjoon rakes his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and he leans into the touch. “So...You really want me to be your boyfriend?”

Jungkook shoots him a look of disbelief. “Have you seen yourself? You are literally-- besides being extremely hot you’re so cool and smart and kind and hot--wait I said that already, but it’s true! ”

Namjoon bursts out laughing, wrapping his arms around Jungkook and squeezing as he laughs along with him, cheeks red with a blush. 

“I’m so into you Jungkook, you have no idea…” Namjoon cups Jungkook’s cheeks in his hands, his smile is so fond that Jungkook’s heart soars. “You always say such sweet things, you’re so much fun. I’d love to be your boyfriend, honestly.”

Jungkook’s smile couldn’t get any wider. “So...we’re together now? We’re boyfriends?”

“Yes, cutie.” Namjoon bumps their noses together gently. “We’re boyfriends.”

Jungkook can’t help it, he’s so overrun with emotion that he launches himself at Namjoon. He really meant to bundle him up in his arms, squeeze him tightly and never let go; he didn’t think Namjoon would topple over and they’d crash onto the bedroom floor.

Namjoon hisses in pain, rubbing his shoulder as Jungkook’s eyes widen in panic. “Shit, are you okay? I’m so sorry! Fuck, I only just got a boyfriend and I’ve already ruined it!” he groans. 

Namjoon barks a laugh, reaching forward to pull Jungkook closer. “I’m fine, I’m fine. You didn’t ruin anything.”

Jungkook sighs in relief, smiling at his new boyfriend as he pulls him onto his lap. “Imagine if you dumped me because of that. Shortest relationship ever.”

Namjoon shifts on his lap to get comfortable, it’s not meant to be sexy but there’s just something about Namjoon’s ass that makes Jungkook’s breath hitch anyway. 

“You think I’d dump you over that? I hurt myself all the time, that was nothing.” He insists with a lopsided smile. “Unless it involves mint chocolate or foot licking I think we’ll be okay.”

Jungkook snorts at that, squeezing Namjoon’s thighs just because he can. “Namjoon...Now that we’re together I want to let you know everything that I’ve been holding back.” He clears his throat, “Do you know how crazy you made me that first time we hooked up?”

Namjoon blinks at him, chuckling shyly and covering his mouth with his hand. “Come on, now…”

“No, for real, I’ve thought about it every day since.”

“To be honest, I was kind of embarrassed,” Namjoon admits, picking at some lint on his t-shirt. “I couldn’t be cool for one minute, couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Like I said, I was new to the whole hookup thing.”

Jungkook grips Namjoon by the shoulders. “Are you kidding? That was my favourite part! Well, aside from your hot body and the actual sex itself. Your reactions are always the best.”

Namjoon smiles, “Yeah? I always had the best time. Not only because you’re a sex god, but because you’re incredibly sweet and considerate.”

Jungkook's heart just melts. Being sweet and considerate – that’s more important than being a sex god. As long as he makes Namjoon feel good in every aspect of life, that’s good enough for him.

He wraps his arms around Namjoon’s middle and squeezes, pressing wet kisses to his cheek as Namjoon loops his arms around his neck. Jungkook is going to be the best boyfriend ever. He’s going to continue being sweet and considerate and he’s going to fuck Namjoon to the best of his ability. 

Jungkook really wants to have sex in the back of his car again because it was so much fun, and he’s sure he can do better this time, he knows how he can make better use of the space and really get Namjoon screaming--

“Oh, you’re hard?” Namjoon quirks a brow, Jungkook blushes. 

“It’s because I was thinking about the time in the car,” Jungkook whines, wriggling in Namjoon’s hold. “And all the other times. But we don’t have to do anything. I just…I’m happy.”

Namjoon presses his lips gently to Jungkook’s with a smile. “Me too.” Jungkook grins in return. He still can’t believe that this is real, that Namjoon is his boyfriend. “Are you sure you don’t want to do anything about it, though?” Namjoon asks, voice low and sexy in Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook flushes with a shuddering breath, “I was just saying that in case you didn’t want to. Of course I want to.”

Namjoon smirks, his hands firm as he strokes Jungkook’s chest. “Well then, I think we--”

He’s cut off as his phone starts ringing loudly in his pocket. 

Jungkook huffs a laugh. “You can get it. It’s okay.”

Namjoon checks the caller ID and hops off Jungkook’s lap with a sheepish look. “Sorry, I’ll be one minute.”

Jungkook relaxes into the floor with a smile as Namjoon steps outside the room. He shouldn’t eavesdrop, but he can’t help but hear the conversation when Namjoon is talking so loudly.

“Hoseok, he asked me!” he exclaims excitedly. “I didn’t think it would happen so soon but you were right...How are you always right...?”

Jungkook is grinning from ear to ear, Namjoon is adorable. 

Even though Jungkook is still thinking about fucking in his car, he figures they have plenty of time to try all of these new car sex positions he’s imagining (Namjoon says he doesn’t think he’s flexible enough for some of them, but Jungkook begs to differ).

It happens naturally this time. Sort of. Namjoon joins Jungkook on the floor again after his cute phone call and Jungkook captures his lips immediately. They’re a mess of limbs on the carpet as they hastily undress each other and grind together, lips and tongues colliding. 

Jungkook groans into Namjoon’s mouth as he reaches between them to tug Jungkook’s cock. “Mhm, can I finger you open? Please, please?”

Namjoon hums, pressing kisses down Jungkook’s neck. “You want to do that? Don’t you find it...awkward?”

Jungkook frowns, trailing his fingers down Namjoon’s back. “No, I find it really hot...But, like, if you’re not comfortable with it then that’s okay. We don’t have to.”

Namjoon sits up, biting his bottom lip as he considers Jungkook’s proposition. 

Jungkook’s eyes widen comically as he looks up at Namjoon, his unfathomably gorgeous boyfriend. This - Namjoon, sat on his lap over his cock, his naked figure large and glorious above him. This is the stuff dreams are made of. 

Namjoon absolutely has to ride him, that is Jungkook’s new dream. 

“Okay, why not,” Namjoon says finally with a shrug.  “Let’s see how it goes.”

“Cool,” Jungkook says with a dazed smile, but his mind is elsewhere. Namjoon moves off Jungkook and the whine he lets out is pitiful.

“What? What’s wrong?” Namjoon sniggers at Jungkook’s pout.

“I just liked you on top of me, that’s all. Anyway,” he clears his throat, hopping up quickly to fetch a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer before returning to the floor. 

“Oh?” Namjoon has got that devilishly gorgeous, teasing look on his features now. Jungkook shouldn’t be surprised when he’s pushed down to the floor and Namjoon sits on top of him again. “Well, you can finger me like this, can’t you?”

Jungkook is speechless. He could cry. “You’re seriously the best.”

Namjoon dips his head shyly with a chuckle, and he only becomes shyer when Jungkook lubes up his fingers and slips one inside his hole. He keens, so sensitive, his hole fluttering at the intrusion as Jungkook’s mouth falls open.

“Wow,” Jungkook says with awe, eyes fixed on Namjoon’s face as he slowly thrusts his finger inside. Namjoon squeezes his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed as Jungkook inserts a second, moaning and rocking against his fingers. “Wow! ”

Namjoon huffs a laugh, cheeks flushed pink. “Is that the only word you know?”

Jungkook nods slowly, so out of it. All he knows is: Namjoon sexy. Make Namjoon feel good.

Namjoon pants as Jungkook thrusts his fingers faster, bending over Jungkook to bury his head in the crook of his neck as soft moans fall from his lips.

Jungkook swallows thickly, fingers determinedly working Namjoon open. “Do you like it like this?” He asks. Jungkook wants the extra confirmation, though his moans sound heavenly. 

Namjoon nods against his neck but says nothing, he only spreads his legs wider. 

This is just meant to be preparation for his cock, but Jungkook could quite happily do this for hours on end. If Namjoon were to come right now Jungkook wouldn’t mind at all, the satisfaction of making him see stars just from fingering would be enough for him.

Well, he could always quickly bash one out, too. 

“Enough,” Namjoon says, voice hoarse as he finally lifts his head again. “I want your cock. Bareback.”

Jungkook’s cock twitches. It knows it’s time. 

Namjoon goes to move off him but Jungkook holds him firmly at the hips. “Like this? If you want.”

Namjoon purses his lips with a nod. “Sure but...only for a bit, okay? I kind of really want you to like…Fuck me into oblivion.” 

Breath puffs loudly out of Jungkook’s nose. “Yes, uh-huh. I can do that.”

Jungkook keeps his hold firm on Namjoon’s hips, helping him to ease down onto his cock. 

Namjoon lets out a little noise of satisfaction once he’s fully seated.  “It feels good to be filled.”

Jungkook blushes deeply. “You can’t just say stuff like that!”

Namjoon dimples, “Maybe I couldn’t before because I was afraid of seeming weird, but you’re my boyfriend now, so…”

That’s right. Jungkook doesn’t have to hold back anymore, either. During his previous hookups he would be playing a kind of character; Jungkook, a cool guy who works out and loves sex. Since his second encounter with Namjoon, Jungkook felt like he could really just be himself. He let his walls down. 

Jungkook gasps as Namjoon lifts himself up and back down again slowly, building a good rhythm. It feels so good that Jungkook can forget about the scratchy carpet against his skin.

“Why’re we on the floor?” Jungkook asks.

Namjoon’s rhythm falters as he snorts, he slows to a stop. “I have absolutely no idea.”

“Do you want to mov--” Jungkook gasps again, fingers digging into Namjoon’s hips as he starts up again, slamming down onto his cock. “Taking that as a no...holy shit…”

Namjoon grins at him, bracing his hands on Jungkook’s chest as he grinds his hips. “We’re already here so...Unless it’s too uncomfortable for you?”

Jungkook shakes his head, hands coming to Namjoon’s ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart. “You feel so good, I wouldn’t care if I was lying in a pit of lava, or on a bunch of needles or whatever.”

“Ouch,” Namjoon laughs, leaning down to kiss Jungkook messily on the lips. “Weirdo.”

Jungkook hums as he licks into Namjoon’s mouth, bucking his hips a few times just to hear Namjoon moan. 

“Keep doing that, baby,” Jungkook shivers as Namjoon nips his ear and kisses down his neck. His voice is so low and sexy. “I like it.”

“I see it now,” Jungkook playfully slaps Namjoon’s ass, grinning at his gasp. “You just like me doing all the work.”

“Guilty,” Namjoon whispers into his ear, sucking a hickey into his neck. “You’re so good at it, though. Can you blame me?”

Jungkook's cock throbs with the praise. “Sweet talk, huh? Fine, I’ll do it. But only because you complimented me just now, not because I’m dying to do it, or anything.”

Namjoon chuckles as Jungkook firmly plants his feet on the carpet. “Why do I feel like you’ll always give me my way?”

Jungkook scoffs, “If it involves fucking you, it’s my way, too.”

Namjoon’s moan is beautiful as Jungkook starts thrusting up into him with as much strength as he can muster. 

“You sound so good, feel so good,” Jungkook groans, he could keep going but Namjoon presses their lips together and silences him. 

It becomes too much; Jungkook’s cock is screaming at him to go harder, get deeper, so he needs more control. He wraps his arms tightly around Namjoon and rolls them over so he’s on top. 

Namjoon eyes shine back at him excitedly. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

Jungkook grins, pecking Namjoon’s lips because he’s so cute and he makes him feel proud. “I haven’t even started yet.”

“I know, but I know what’s coming. It’s gonna be good.”

“It’s gonna be you ,” Jungkook corrects, hands gripping Namjoon’s thighs as he begins to thrust into him. 

“Oh god, please,” Namjoon moans, biting his bottom lip as Jungkook increases his pace. “Fuck…”

By now, it’s obvious that Namjoon has a thing for his strength, so Jungkook is going to make sure to show it off. Every thrust is powerful, his hips fast and unrelenting as he’s engulfed in that tight heat over and over again. 

Jungkook presses Namjoon’s thighs to his chest to get deeper. The sound of wet and messy lube with every thrust feels so dirty like a porno, but everything else is intimate and full of feeling. 

“Is it good?” Jungkook pants, slowing his pace just a little and grinding his hips. “Shit, you feel so good...How can you feel this good…”

“It’s so good,” Namjoon grins up at him until Jungkook gives a particularly hard thrust and his mouth drops open. “Too good...I’m gonna come,” he moans, gripping Jungkook’s biceps and squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, hips picking up the pace automatically. “Really? Untouched? Holy shit that would be-- Can you really? ”

Namjoon cries out, throwing his head back with pleasure. “Harder, shit, Jungkook--”

Jungkook groans at Namjoon’s neediness, delirious as he pounds into him as hard as he can, desperate to make Namjoon come untouched. That’s his new dream. 

He’s hastily pulled into a kiss, lips and tongues frenzied as Jungkook grinds deep into his boyfriend. Namjoon moans, long and drawn out as he comes, and Jungkook breaks the kiss to catch sight of it. His gorgeous cock jumps and twitches as cum shoots out the tip and onto his chest. 

In all his years, Jungkook has never seen something so utterly glorious. 

“You really did it,” Jungkook grins with pride, pressing a kiss to Namjoon’s lips as he comes down from his orgasm.

“You did it, I think you mean,” Namjoon replies with breathless laughter.

“It’s your dick so...team effort?” 

Namjoon rolls his eyes with a fond smile, wriggling beneath him. “You can keep fucking me. I don’t mind.”

“Oh, right.” Jungkook blinks, he forgot about himself for a moment, too captivated by Namjoon’s orgasm. “Cool.”

Namjoon bucks his hips but they tremble a little. “C’mon. You feel so hard.”

Jungkook presses his cock in and out slowly, experimentally as Namjoon’s breath hitches. It feels nice, slow can be good too. Even if Namjoon says it’s okay, he knows he’s probably really sensitive right now.

“I’m really close, don’t worry,” Jungkook says, pressing kisses down Namjoon’s neck.

“I’m not. It feels nice,” Namjoon gasps softly when Jungkook presses in deeply, back arching with a breathy moan. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook whispers, kissing his ear. “I love this so much.”

Namjoon cups Jungkook’s cheeks to bring him close for a kiss, soft and sweet and sensual as he rocks his hips. 

It can only last so long though; Jungkook is nearly there and his hips jump forward automatically, forcing him in harder, deeper, faster. Namjoon keens and moans, but that just makes him fuck forward harder.

“Sorry,” Jungkook whines, it’s impossible to go slowly now. “Feels so good, gonna come soon.” 

“Do it, do it,” Namjoon moans, holding on as Jungkook pounds into him again.

Jungkook comes with a cry, thrusting in hard as he spills his load inside, not stopping until he’s fully spent. 

He pulls out slowly, gaping as he watches his cum dribble out of Namjoon’s hole. It’s so fucking sexy, and it makes him feel weirdly proud. 

“Incredible...”

“You are,” Namjoon winks as he sits up, wincing a little. “I’m gonna feel that tomorrow, for sure.”

“Same...but it’s worth it if you enjoyed it.”

“I loved it. This time was my favourite because…” Namjoon scratches the back of his neck shyly with a blush. “We’re together.”

Jungkook’s chest flutters with joy. “Me too…”

They can only stay on the floor so long, so Jungkook gets up on shaky legs, lifting Namjoon easily in his arms and kissing his lips before laying him down on the bed. 

They lay there in silence for a few moments, hands clasped together, bodies shiny with sweat, hearts full and happy. Jungkook smiles at Namjoon, just reminding himself that this is real, that Namjoon is his boyfriend. Namjoon smiles back at him, so warm with his dimples showing. 

“Would you ever fuck me against the wall?” Namjoon asks seriously.

Jungkook flushes deeply. “You have no chill.” Namjoon grins at him and Jungkook leans in to press a kiss to his forehead. “But yes, of course I will.”