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Jungkook waited impatiently, lolling about on his bed. He felt unbearably restless. The post-concert clarity had almost fully faded by now and all of his exhaustion had morphed into antsiness.
They were going to fly back to Korea tomorrow for a week of rest, and it didn't feel real.
Stuffing his face into the pillow, he reached back and grazed his blunt fingers down the edge of his thigh, one leg drawn up like a leapfrog to stretch his hip flexors.
Sometimes he touched himself like this, without the need to imagine another in his place.
He sighed quietly into the pillow, his own touch causing goose pimples to erupt up his bare legs. His skin was still hot from the shower and soft with moisturiser, so pleasurable under his fingers. He trailed his hand up the meat of his thigh, to where the hem of his over-large T-Shirt fell just below his ass. Touched further, under the material, until his bitten fingers met the textured lace that stretched over the curve of his ass.
Sometimes touching himself was enough. It always had been in the past. Now, though? He needed Namjoon here, with his reassuring words and big hands, to calm him down and anchor him.
He curved his back into the bed, canting his ass up, and imagined the older man looming over him, sliding his hands around his waist and stomach as if Jungkook belonged to him.
When everyone looks at you at the concert today, I want you to remember one thing. I want you to remember that you belong to me. No one else matters. You're appa's good boy, and all you need to worry about is being good for appa. Understand?
Jungkook moaned softly into the pillow, other leg drawing up so that his hips were entirely open.
He imagined Namjoon coming in and finding him like this, already a little high from pleasure. Imagined the older man's eyes widening as he discovered the black lace stretched over Jungkook's still bruised ass, his cock tucked away and straining against material, red and pretty.
But Namjoon hadn't replied to his message. Maybe he wasn't coming. Maybe he was doing shots at a strip club right now, Jungkook very much forgotten.
There was a knock at the door, and Jungkook jolted in surprise, heart thumping. He rolled off the bed and padded over to the door cautiously, large T-Shirt brushing against his bare thighs.
He cracked it open.
Namjoon was standing there, outlined in the corridor. He was still wearing his work clothes, but casually - his smart shirt was untucked and the first few buttons undone, his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder. His hands were thrust in his pockets.
"Hey."
"Hi," Jungkook replied. His heart was beating so, so fast.
"Are you going to let me in?" Namjoon rumbled, his eyes trailing down Jungkook's torso to where the hem of his T-Shirt cut across his thick upper thighs.
Jungkook nodded, biting his lip. He opened the door another crack and moved out of the way, allowing Namjoon inside.
As soon as the door clicked closed Namjoon caught him up in a kiss, pushing him roughly back into the room.
Jungkook gasped, letting him, stumbling.
"Are you drunk?" he asked, tasting beer on the man's tongue and wrinkling his nose, as Namjoon caught him by the waist to stop him from falling.
"No, just had one beer," the older man rasped, kissing him again.
Jungkook was almost disappointed. Fleetingly, he thought of a fantasy of his drunk bodyguard knocking on his door at midnight and forcing his way into his bed.
Namjoon's hands were sliding up his thighs. Jungkook jumped in an aborted movement and Namjoon got the message - grabbing and lifting him.
"You could just have asked your Daddy to lift you," he chided, beery breath against Jungkook's mouth.
Jungkook wrinkled his nose again. "Daddy needs to brush his teeth before he kisses me. Don't like the taste of beer."
Namjoon leaned in and sucked at his neck instead, walking them over to the bathroom. Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, clutching the man's broad shoulders.
Namjoon opened the door with his foot, hands busy supporting Jungkook's weight.
"Get me the toothbrush."
Laughing breathlessly, Jungkook leaned down and picked toothbrush and toothpaste off the sink.
"What? You want me to brush your teeth?" he asked.
"No. Cling onto me."
Jungkook did so, hugging Namjoon's chest like a koala and clenching his abs, as Namjoon squeezed out toothpaste and began to brush his teeth vigorously.
"I feel like a baby," he whined, looking at the sight of them in the bathroom mirror.
Namjoon smirked, brushing his teeth with one hand, the other slipping under Jungkook's ass to support his weight and bounce him gently.
Jungkook blushed. He definitely felt like a baby now.
Namjoon spat neatly into the sink and washed the toothbrush, placing it on the counter again. He took a firm hold of the underneath Jungkook's thighs and bounced him up and down properly, cooing.
"You are a baby."
Jungkook blushed deeper, a squirmy feeling in his stomach.
The bouncing made the T-Shirt ride up to his hips, and Namjoon's eyes dropped to the slither of lace on show in the mirror.
There was a moment of silence, both of them staring at their reflection.
"What's this?" Namjoon asked quietly, fingers brushing over the material.
Jungkook couldn't decipher the emotions behind his tone. He'd planned this as a surprise for the older man, but what if Namjoon didn't like it? What if he thought Jungkook was weird, or a sissy? Doyeon had made fun of him endlessly when Jungkook had told him he wanted to wear them in bed. He should have remembered that most men didn't do stuff like this.
Excitement twisted to anxiety in his chest.
"I, um, can take them off, if Daddy doesn't like them."
"No," Namjoon said, clearing his throat. "No. I like them." He stared at Jungkook in the mirror again as if entranced, fingering the edge of the lace panties.
Jungkook let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Can Daddy take me back to bed?" he asked softly, shivering at the intensity of Namjoon's gaze in the mirror.
"Yes, baby."
The word made Jungkook hide his face in Namjoon's neck. Namjoon closed the bathroom door behind them and deposited Jungkook carefully on the duvet before climbing over him, kicking off his shoes and undoing another button of his shirt.
"Such cute panties. Want to tell Daddy why you like wearing them?" he murmured, leaning in and kissing Jungkook slowly with minty breath.
Jungkook tilted his head back and spread his legs to bracket the older man's, kissing back needily.
"T-they're comfy," he whispered. "And they make me feel pretty."
Namjoon's hand brushed over his stomach, pushing the hem of Jungkook's T-Shirt up his chest.
"You're so pretty already."
Jungkook whined and hid his face, embarrassed. "Daddy."
"Do you like how the material feels on your little cock?"
Jungkook whined again, and Namjoon took hold of his chin, pulling his face out of his armpit.
"Look at me, and tell me."
Jungkook stared up at him.
"I like how the stretchy material feels on my little cock, Daddy. Feels a bit scratchy, and I like that."
"So cute," Namjoon breathed, his hand trailing down Jungkook's stomach to brush over his half-hard cock, maintaining eye contact. "Your cute little penis all bundled up for me."
Jungkook's mouth fell open as Namjoon began to fondle him over the lace, stroking very gently up and down his shaft.
"Oh-"
"You like that?"
"Yes, Daddy," he whispered. "I like you playing with my cute little penis."
Namjoon groaned, stroking him a little more firmly.
"Take your T-Shirt off for Daddy."
Jungkook obeyed, tugging the oversized garment up and off his head.
"That's better. I can see all of you now."
"Daddy," he whispered, feeling all of his antsy energy bubbling up to the surface. "My penis doesn't feel little anymore."
"Oh, I can see that baby. It's getting bigger, isn't it?"
"Yes Daddy," Jungkook whined.
"Hm. let's see how big we can make it grow, shall we?" Namjoon smiled, as if patiently teaching him something incredibly simple.
Jungkook's stomach writhed.
He watched as Namjoon continued to stroke him through the lace, the slightly scratchy material providing friction and a little bit of pain. His thumb made its way into his mouth and he began to suck on it, whining occasionally.
"Aw. You like sucking on your thumb for Daddy?"
"Yesth."
Namjoon kissed his cheek, cupping Jungkook's lace-covered balls and massaging those too with his other hand. Jungkook's cock twitched under his palm, growing heavy and swollen, straining under the material.
"Oh, baby, would you look at that?" Namjoon hummed, pleased. "Your penis is getting so big and excited."
" Uhhh , Daddy."
Namjoon drew back suddenly, gesturing him off the bed. "Up. I want to see you walk across the room with your penis all excited like that."
The idea made Jungkook pant around his thumb. He rolled off the bed clumsily, getting to his feet. Namjoon sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to the opposite corner of the room.
"Walk. And when you walk back, keep your eyes on your Daddy."
Jungkook took a deep, shuddering breath. It was like he was being paraded around like a show pet.
He began to walk across the room, cock bobbing, Namjoon's eyes boring into his ass and the back of his neck.
"Good boy. Now, back to me."
Jungkook obeyed, still sucking his thumb, his eyes on Namjoon's face. Namjoon's eyes were focused on his cock, which twitched up and down underneath the lace, achingly hard with the teasing and the attention.
"Baby has such an eager little penis, wagging up and down."
Jungkook stared at him in embarrassment, whining. He stopped in front of Namjoon and bit down on his thumb.
"Aw, you needed something in your mouth?" Namjoon asked, eyeing him. The front of his slacks were tenting. "Need to suck on your thumb like a little pacifier?"
Jungkook leaked messily into the front of his panties, his lips sealing tighter around his thumb.
"Yesth, Daddy."
"Aw, baby," Namjoon hummed, reaching forward and grazing his fingers down the edges of Jungkook's soft hips, watching as Jungkook's cock kicked under the stretchy lace.
Jungkook let out a broken little sound, sucking in his thumb and hollowing his cheeks.
"I think your swollen penis wants me to touch it, doesn't it?" Namjoon whispered, confidentially.
A string of drool spilled out of Jungkook's mouth and trailed down his chin.
"Yesth, Daddy. Pleas-th."
"Get on my lap and take your thumb out of your greedy little mouth."
Daddy was getting sterner. He spread his thighs apart and Jungkook clambered onto him, removing his thumb from his mouth reluctantly.
Namjoon's palm lightly polished the lacy head of his cock and Jungkook's head fell forward bonelessly, burrowing into Namjoon's chest.
"Daddy…" he whispered, desperate at all the teasing.
"Yes?"
"Want you to fuck me without a condom."
Namjoon took hold of the nape of his neck and pulled him away from his chest. "Are you sure, baby?"
Jungkook nodded. "Prepared myself for Daddy."
Namjoon's eyes were heavy as his fingers slipped down the back of the lace panties and patted over the lube-slick base of the plug stuffed into Jungkook's asshole.
"Oh fuck," he muttered, losing his composure for the first time this evening.
"Mm just appa's hole, remember."
"Shit," Namjoon breathed, yanking his zipper down with his other hand.
Leaning in, Jungkook mouthed at the man's earlobe. "Take the plug out and fuck your hole, Daddy."
A strangled moan worked its way out of Namjoon's mouth. He fumbled over the base of the plug and started pulling it slowly, making Jungkook's eyes roll back at the stretch.
"Yes-"
The plug popped out.
His thighs shook and his fingers did a little too, as he positioned himself over Namjoon's cock, Namjoon hastily tugging his boxers down under his balls and stroking himself roughly.
"Fuck your sloppy little hole appa, fuck it-"
Namjoon hissed, tugging Jungkook's panties to the side and pulling him down firmly, until the head of his shining cock popped into Jungkook's glistening hole.
Jungkook held onto his shoulders, a loud keen ripping out of him as he slid down, Namjoon's cock filling him up completely.
"Oh - god-"
Namjoon pulled him into a filthy kiss. Jungkook writhed in the stronger man's arms, his hard cock rubbing against Namjoon's stomach through the lace.
"D-daddy-" he gasped, realising in a rush that he was going to cum, and that he had no way of stopping it. "Help! Can't stop -"
Namjoon groaned woundedly into his mouth, still encompassing him in a tight hug. "Go on baby. Rub yourself on Daddy's shirt and make a mess of your pretty panties."
Jungkook bounced erratically up and down, gasping. The fierce crest of pleasure swept through him, and he let out a wail. Namjoon rubbed his back comfortingly, encouraging him to rut against his front. "Go on, bounce like a good baby. Keep going."
"Appa-" Jungkook wailed, desperate with the humiliation and the pleasure.
"Clever boy. Your penis feels so good rubbing on Daddy's tummy, doesn't it?"
"Yes appa!"
Namjoon moaned under his breath and began to fuck up into him fast and hard, his control slipping.
"You drive Daddy wild, you know that?"
The words were fucked out of Jungkook completely. All he could do was drool freely into Namjoon's shirt, his head buried in his shoulder, the tail end of the orgasm washing through and making him dumb with pleasure.
Namjoon didn't last long, which Jungkook was grateful for. His cock ached as it chafed against the wet lace, another smaller orgasm forced out of him as Namjoon fucked him roughly, the lube dripping out of Jungkook's prepared hole with wet slaps.
When Namjoon came he let out a noise almost like a growl, holding Jungkook down by the hips and pumping hot cum inside him. Jungkook turned his head to the side and mouthed at the older man's neck weakly, completely spent.
"Going to clean you up now."
"Don't wanna."
"You'll regret it if I don't."
"Mm kay."
He kept his eyes closed as Namjoon peeled his panties off and cleaned him with a wet towel, drifting in and out of consciousness.
"Want pyjamas?"
"No."
"OK."
Then Namjoon was in bed with him, also naked. Jungkook curled into his chest, hugging his thick waist.
"Sleep now?"
"Maybe," Jungkook pouted, taciturn for no reason.
Namjoon laughed softly, the vibrations carrying through Jungkook's ribcage.
Quiet, then - "Did you think of it?"
"Did I think of what?" Jungkook asked, half annoyed that he was asking questions when they were both meant to be drifting off.
"Did you remember that you're appa's good boy?" he murmured, fingers trailing up and down Jungkook's spine.
There was a small pause, in which Jungkook vividly remembered how the blaze of lights and thousands of eyes trained his way had become inconsequential, with the knowledge that none of those people really mattered. The only person who mattered was waiting for him in the wings - safe, kind, observant.
"Yes," Jungkook admitted after a moment. "I did."
"And did it help? With everyone looking at you?"
"Yes," he whispered, his cheeks heating despite his drowsiness. "Helped remembering all I need to worry about is being good for appa."
Namjoon hugged him close and kissed his forehead.
"That's right. Now go to sleep, appa's got you."