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"This isn't real," Jungkook breathes out after finally peeking down into his underwear, but as soon as the words leave his lips, he knows that he doesn't believe them.

It does feel real. Too sharp and too clear, too many sensations to just be something from a dream. He tries pinching his thigh, and then gasps when even that brief shock of pain sends a little pulse of heat down into his, his—

"Fuck," Jungkook swears, collapsing back onto the mattress.

People don't just wake up with different genitalia than what they went to bed with. It's impossible, isn't it? But here Jungkook is, feeling very much awake, his dick gone and in its place is the strange, flat warmth and hidden little folds of his new cunt.

And it's so sensitive that Jungkook is going to lose his mind.

Even lying still in bed, the new feelings of pleasure sparking through him override his shock at the unexplained change to his body. Just the way the material of his boxer-briefs feels over his new pussy, whether he spreads his legs or squeezes them together — it makes him shiver, his toes curling helplessly and stomach clenching tight. It makes him wet, the skin down there slippery with it.

Jungkook huffs out a quiet breath as his shaking fingers tug at the waistband of his underwear, drawing it up toward his stomach, feeling the material between his thighs press snug against that new sensitive, open place that aches so hotly. He squirms, his hips shifting to pull his underwear tighter, to make the feeling better, even if his wetness starts to soak into the material. It takes barely anything to have him panting, belly all full of heat and his barely-awake mind wondering, Is this coming? Has it happened yet? It just keeps building sweeter with the friction of material rubbing over his pussy, a washing heat that fills his insides and makes him clench up, oh—

Jungkook tries to keep his lips pressed together to muffle the moans building in his throat, worried that his breaths are already panting out too loud, too obvious.

But he just— can't seem to stop playing with himself like that, the heat too desperate to ignore, and he hasn't even reached down to feel it with his own fingers yet. His thighs squeeze together, material tugged taut to give him more friction where he aches so warmly, until he's sure that his underwear is soaked and he's sweating, mindless with the unending, tightening arousal in his gut.

He should actually look down there, right? Anyone in his place would have taken a good look by now out of curiosity, at least.

But the thought of how messy he must be, of standing in front of his mirror or just holding himself open to stare down his stomach and see how it looks... It makes Jungkook shy. Makes him self-conscious about being so wet between his thighs, and that he's gotten this way just from rocking his hips up to hump the material of his underwear.

What if someone walked in on him inspecting himself like that? Jungkook's face burns just thinking about it.

He ends up hurrying to the bathroom with the intention of showering before any of his hyungs can stop him in the hallway and comment on his flushed face, or the way his legs wobble a little when he walks. And in the privacy of the shower, the white noise of the running water...

It's his hand trailing down his belly until it reaches his mound, fingers touching the soft heat below for the first time. Jungkook traces his slit and spreads the small lips of his pussy, the skin silky-soft and delicate to touch, and then he's hunching over because the more that he plays with himself, the more that low ache tightens inside of him, building this addictive tension and it's so— it feels—

It feels like that same urgency just before coming when he had a dick, but with constant flashes of tensing heat so low in his belly, twisting like the pleasure only wants to climb higher as his fingers explore, as he feels the difference in his own gooey-slick wetness compared to the water cascading over his body, how his skin down there folds and dips, everything unbearably sensitive.

The heel of his palm finds his clit before his fingers do and Jungkook just humps it, helplessly grinding against his own hand while his fingertips tease what he thinks is the clenching opening of his cunt, his other hand over his mouth to muffle his moans, even as weak as they are.

He finds himself leaning back against the shower wall when his legs tremble but his hips arch out with his frantic movements, and— it all feels like coming, it really does, but he thinks he understands when he reaches that peak, his vision blacking out from the intensity of it, muscles seizing with the release, rolling through him in shuddering waves.

Jungkook's legs suddenly, fully give out on him, and he falls in a graceless heap to the shower floor with a loud thump.

The knock on the bathroom door comes almost immediately.

"Jungkook-ah? Are you okay in there?"

Jungkook gasps out shakily. He stops himself from responding right away, worried that his wrecked voice will make it obvious what he's been doing.

But not answering is the wrong decision, apparently, because that just worries his hyung more.

"Jungkook-ah, I'm coming in—" Namjoon warns, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. Jungkook grabs for the faucet to hold onto so he can stand up, but Namjoon is already pulling open the shower door just as the water screeches off, Jungkook still crumpled on the floor of the tub, his legs spread.

"Yahh, are you okay? Did you just drink too much last night—"

Namjoon's voice suddenly cuts off.

"Hyung," Jungkook breathes out, heart pounding. Namjoon is staring right down between Jungkook's legs and Jungkook thinks that any other time he would snap them closed, but—

But he still doesn't even know what this is — what's happening, and where his dick went.

So Jungkook's eyes flood with overwhelmed tears. And of course Namjoon responds to his distress immediately.

"Whoa, you're okay, let's just— hold on, let's help you stand. Are you okay, Jungkook-ah? Did you bruise anything?" he asks in a softer voice. "That was a loud thump."

"Y- You're not asking if it's real," Jungkook stutters out, his vision blurry as Namjoon steps forward, gripping him under his bare arms (so strong, ah...) to help lift Jungkook up to his feet. He steps out of the shower with Namjoon's help, and then makes a soft noise of surprise, because—

Namjoon hugs him.

"I'm wet," Jungkook says, and then he chokes out a strangled laugh at his wording. The laugh sounds a little too close to a sob.

"Baby, hey, shh. Did you get hurt when you fell? Bump your head or anything?"

"N- No."

"Okay. That's good. So... is it real?"

"Yes," Jungkook mutters. "Unless I'm still dreaming. I just- just woke up, hyung, I don't know how..."

"Okay," Namjoon says slowly.

"You don't believe me," Jungkook whines, watching Namjoon pull back from the hug just to grab a dry towel, wrapping it around Jungkook's shoulders. It's not long enough to completely hide... down there, but Namjoon is respectfully not looking right now, anyway.

"No, it's not that, of course I believe you. It's just... a little strange."

"A little," Jungkook echoes, deadpan.

"Okay, it's a lot strange. What does it feel like?"

Jungkook's stomach clenches. He wasn't expecting Namjoon to ask him something like that, and Jungkook's first instinct is to deny that he was touching himself. But maybe that's not exactly what Namjoon wants to know.

"It- It, um. It's really sensitive," Jungkook admits, finally meeting Namjoon's eyes, blinking to clear his vision now that he's no longer crying. "I think there's something w- wrong with it."

Namjoon's eyebrows furrow. "Wrong?"

"It feels so good," Jungkook breathes out, and even just saying the words, admitting it out loud — he realizes that the hot ache in his belly never really went away. The persistent throb of heat down there, the impatient need to touch himself, to grind against something, to feel that pleasure tighten, and feel it grow.

Does it ever go away? This can't be normal, how does anyone live like this...

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon says, throat bobbing as he swallows, looking visibly nervous for the first time since he opened the shower door. "There's- There's a lot of nerve-endings there, obviously, you shouldn't worry if it feels good—"

"Can you check?"

Namjoon freezes. His jaw clenches, but Jungkook doesn't think that it's from anger.

"I've never, ah." Jungkook's voice gets smaller, shoulders hunching, too aware of the slippery feeling between his thighs that he never properly washed away. "I've just never been with someone who- who has one, so I don't know..."

"It's okay," Namjoon says quickly. "That you haven't. Are— shit, are you sure, though? It's kind of..."

"I trust you," Jungkook whispers. "You won't make fun of me, right?"

The corner of Namjoon's mouth twitches. "No. I won't. Jungkook-ah, I'm still not a doctor or anything, but... if it would reassure you, until we can figure out why this happened, I can look."

Jungkook nods. He wonders if the fact that it doesn't feel like it's really a part of him, this change between his legs, is why it's easier to imagine showing himself to Namjoon. Or if it's just— the frustration, that helpless feeling of not knowing what to do, that has Jungkook readily seeking guidance from his hyung, his leader.

(His longest crush, too, but that shouldn't matter, right? It's not like Jungkook is asking Namjoon to do anything more than just check for him...)

"Do you want to go to your room?" Namjoon asks in a low voice, and Jungkook nods again, adjusting the towel to wrap it around his waist and leading the way to his room.

Luckily they don't run into anyone in the hallway. Not that they'd be able to tell about Jungkook's issue — his body from the waist up looks exactly the same as it always does — but it is a little suspicious to have Namjoon following him into his bedroom, and right after Jungkook was in the shower, too.

Jungkook's bare skin prickles with goosebumps, the slippery feeling between his thighs more noticeable when he's walking. It feels like all of his senses are a little heightened — the way Namjoon smells, warm and clean from the shower he probably took before he went to bed last night; the cool air of their dorm on Jungkook's wet skin; the way his nipples draw tight, sensitive and stiff.

When the door to Jungkook's room is closed and locked, Jungkook seated on the edge of his bed, Namjoon gives him a long, careful look, his eyebrows only slightly furrowed.

"How does it feel now?" he asks, stepping closer, and Jungkook's throat tightens at the sight of Namjoon rolling up his hoodie sleeves to his elbows, exposing his forearms.

"It just— throbs," Jungkook says, voice coming out hoarse. "It's like it doesn't stop. And it's so wet..."

"Let hyung see," Namjoon interrupts, standing close enough that he can reach down and pinch at the edge of the towel with his fingers. He doesn't pull it open until Jungkook meets his eyes, until his chin dips with a small nod of permission while his cheeks blush hotter, and then Namjoon is drawing the towel back, murmuring, "That's it, just let me look at you, baby."

His words make Jungkook feel dizzy. He's pretty sure that Namjoon just says that word, baby, out of habit when he's trying to calm down or placate one of them. But that doesn't change how good it sounds in his deep voice, being his hyung's baby, even just for this.

"You're okay, just like that," Namjoon continues, and Jungkook bites back a whine as one of Namjoon's hands squeezes lightly around Jungkook's bare knee. His legs are pulled open wide where he sits on the edge of the bed, spreading him completely for his hyung's careful gaze.

Cool air rushes over that hot place, the open position doing nothing to stop the slide of wet from Jungkook's cunt. The muscles of his thighs tense up with— the anticipation, or maybe impatient arousal, and the swollen folds of his pussy shyly spread as his legs spread, exposing just how slick he is.

Namjoon stares down at him. Jungkook doesn't know where to look, so he ends up watching the movement of Namjoon's throat when he swallows.

"Well, it looks normal enough," Namjoon mutters, and then he—

He gets down on his knees.

Jungkook suddenly feels lightheaded. "H- hhyung—" He tries to get the word out, but he's already breathing too hard, voice stuttering.

"Ah, don't freak out, I just want to make sure everything looks like it should. It's— shit, this is crazy, Jungkook-ah."

Namjoon uses his thumbs to gently guide open the slightly puffier outer folds of Jungkook's pussy, spreading them to expose the shiny and pink inner part of his slit until the skin is pulled taut. Jungkook glances down at himself and is hit with a wave of heat that's all tangled up with shame, how strings of his wetness cling to the darkly flushed skin, how it shines at his entrance, how his inner thighs glisten with it too.

The way Namjoon holds him open so he can stare — even that small touch, the gentle pressure of his hyung's thumbs — is a dizzying kind of pleasure. Jungkook feels himself clenching up helplessly and wonders if Namjoon can tell.

"Pretty," Namjoon says in a deep voice, right as Jungkook is blurting out, "I- I'm gonna come."

Namjoon glances up to his face in shock.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook gasps, one hand curling into a fist in front of his mouth and the other grabbing for the towel on the bed, desperately clutching the damp material as he tips over that sweet edge, the tightening pleasure seizing him, heat rolling through him with each clench of muscle. His thighs tremble and try to snap closed as his release ebbs but Namjoon holds him open with a firm hand on Jungkook's knee, the fingers of his other hand absently stroking at the sensitive lips of Jungkook's pussy.

Jungkook shudders.

"You were close? Just from that, from— being held open?" Namjoon asks, and Jungkook's cheeks burn hotter with humiliation.

"It's just so sensitive." He tries not to whine, but even in the pulsing aftermath of his orgasm, his body wants more. It doesn't help that Namjoon's touches are so light, they don't overstimulate Jungkook, but just keep arousal simmering hot in his belly. Why is he so needy? "Feels like, a-ah—"

"What does it feel like?"

"Like it doesn't stop," Jungkook moans. "Hyung, I- I don't know—"

"Shh, you're okay, it's not hurting, right? It's just overwhelming?"

Jungkook nods.

"Okay, that's good, at least." Namjoon stares back down between Jungkook's thighs, gaze only flicking up to Jungkook's face when Namjoon's thumb brushes over the small hooded swell of his clit, pleasure jolting hot inside Jungkook's gut, his eyelids fluttering. "Have you touched here yet?"

"I, um." The dizziness is back, the washing warmth, and how Jungkook finds it difficult to even think with the distraction of Namjoon's light touches. "I kind of... was grinding against my hand in the shower, ah, and before that, it felt really good when I, I pulled my underwear tight over myself..."

"Yeah?" Namjoon's eyes are so dark, it sends a shiver down Jungkook's spine. It's hard for him to keep his eyes open as he's touched, much less hold his hyung's gaze when it's this intense. "Mm... that makes sense. Some people hump pillows or plushies, you know, for that kind of friction."

"Yeah, uh— hyung," Jungkook chokes out, hips twitching forward, shy need becoming greedier as Namjoon presses more firmly, the slightly rough pad of his thumb dragging down through the wetness and back up again. Jungkook feels how his body tenses and his hips tilt reflexively, chasing that pleasure, wanting more, and after a few seconds and a shift of Namjoon's thumb—

Oh.

"That," Jungkook gasps, "r- right there, ah."

Namjoon swallows again. He rubs messy-wet circles at the same angle over Jungkook's sensitive clit and Jungkook's back arches, breaths coming shorter, his body straining into the touch. The heat builds like that, like a knot in his belly drawing tight-tight-tight until Jungkook can't take it anymore, letting out a weak shout—

He comes in a rush of heat with his hips twitching sharply away from Namjoon's hand, and then tentatively seeking out that touch again, ignoring his hyung's knowing chuckle. Jungkook's movements grow sluggish from the pleasure, as if something inside of him just melts when Namjoon gently pets him through the rest of his orgasm.

His spent body wants to collapse back onto the bed too, but he's stopped by Namjoon reaching behind him, palm resting wide at the base of Jungkook's spine as if supporting him while his breathing steadies.

"Jungkook-ah," he calls warmly, "do you want me to leave so you can just..." Namjoon pauses, gaze flicking down to the throbbing heat between Jungkook's thighs, "...by yourself? Or do you want hyung to keep checking for you?"

Checking, right. Because there has to be something wrong with Jungkook's pussy to make it ache so much, to have him craving pleasure this greedily.

"I haven't felt inside yet," Jungkook admits hoarsely.

Namjoon's broad chest visibly rises and falls as he draws in a shaky breath, and then lets it out.

"Do you want me to? Feel inside?"

"Please," Jungkook whispers.

"Okay." Namjoon's stare is no less heated, filled with that intimidating darkness, but something about his expression softens, too. Like familiar concern. "I don't know if it will, ah, be comfortable for you, so tell me everything that you feel, okay? I'll just start with one finger."

Jungkook nods despite the nervous twist in his gut, watching as Namjoon's thumb drags a path down from Jungkook's clit, an almost-ticklish pleasure over the sensitive inner part of his slit, and then he switches to his middle finger to press in, in at the sopping little opening of Jungkook's cunt.

One finger feels so much thicker than it looks, it does, but it goes in so easily, too. Embarrassed heat flushes Jungkook's face warm; his bare toes curl and his eyes squeeze shut as he's filled, as Namjoon tells him in a syrupy-deep voice, "That's it, baby, just like that. Let me in."

Can Namjoon feel it when his pussy clenches up, when he gets even wetter?

"What do I feel like?" Jungkook blurts out, belly clenching tight when Namjoon glances up to his face. "I mean— inside."

Namjoon clears his throat. "It doesn't hurt?"

Jungkook shakes his head. The pressure is strange and new, but nothing about it hurts.

"Okay, that's good. And ah, you feel... It's tight, you know, small because you're not... stretched out."

Stretched out?

"But you're so wet and soft inside, so hot around me." Namjoon's finger slides a little deeper, curling slightly as it strokes, and Jungkook's lips part with a soundless moan at the new wash of heat that grips his belly. The feeling is so...

"Is it good?" Jungkook asks, breath hitching in his chest. "Do- Do I feel good?"

Namjoon exhales shakily, and then licks his lips.

"Yeah. Your pussy feels really good, Jungkook-ah."

The heat between his legs throbs a little brighter with Namjoon's words, his cheeks flushing warmer too.

Namjoon-hyung talking about him — about his pussy, telling him how it feels, stroking him inside until Jungkook can't help himself, timidly rocking his hips with the movement of Namjoon's hand — carries the hazy, hedonistic wrongness of a dream, or a fantasy that he would have when he's close to coming. Because Jungkook has never been this shameless, and Namjoon doesn't look at him with so much lust, something dark and determined in his gaze, but—

It doesn't change the fact that this is happening, that Namjoon's finger is fucking into this new part of his body with ease, with clicking wet noises, and all of Jungkook's focus is on the sweet pressure inside, letting soft ah, ah's fall from his lips as he gets close, straining with that building heat, letting Namjoon draw it out of him—

Jungkook comes with a low whine, his hips lifting from the mattress to ride out the waves of pleasure, pussy clenching up in spasms around the finger buried inside. He tries to close his legs again, but Namjoon stops him with his other hand, keeping his thighs spread wide, and a startled moan stutters from Jungkook's throat.

Even that feeling of being exposed is more pleasurable than it should be. Jungkook dazedly wonders if that's why some people like to be tied up, helplessly forced open for someone else to stare at and touch as much as they want, ah... He tries to imagine it for himself, for right now, and just ends up with his pussy squeezing tight around Namjoon's finger.

"Fuck," Namjoon swears.

"Hyung," Jungkook whispers, goosebumps on his arms from how rough Namjoon's voice is, and the knowledge that it's because of him.

Namjoon clears his throat. He settles in closer, murmuring, "Shh, let hyung help," as his finger slowly drags out, glistening so wetly that Jungkook's body flushes with shame at the evidence of how messy he is.

Namjoon readjusts the angle of his arm, and then he's feeling out the entrance to Jungkook's cunt with two fingers, rubbing teasing circles there as Jungkook's breathing quickens.

"Yeah, that's it, there you go—"

He slides his fingers inside and Jungkook shudders at the wider pressure against the walls of his pussy, the way it feels to be filled and rubbed when he's still coming down from his last orgasm. Namjoon's fingers seem to curve like he's looking for something, an upward pressure just inside Jungkook's entrance, and he lets out a breathy grunt, unh, his toes curling.

"Are you stretching me out?" Jungkook gasps, thinking of what Namjoon said earlier.

The look that Namjoon gives him is so dark, so piercing, that Jungkook is struck with the sudden urge to hide his face. Namjoon's hand stills for a moment, and Jungkook can see the tension in the muscle of his arm.

"Jungkook-ah," he rumbles.

"It's still really sensitive," Jungkook whines, because it is, but it's also — having his naked thighs spread for his hyung who's still wearing all his clothes, and the feeling of being so wet down there, practically dripping into Namjoon's palm with the way his fingers are fucking inside.

Maybe fucking isn't the right word... Namjoon still moves his fingers like he's searching for something, and Jungkook's belly clenches with heat even as he remembers, Maybe he's just making sure everything feels right inside.

"So swollen up," Namjoon breathes out, curling his fingers faster, not seeming to mind that Jungkook has started to lift his hips with the movement of Namjoon's hand, riding out the swelling pleasure. "God, you're really wet, huh? Can you hear it?"

Jungkook's cheeks burn with his blush. Why would Namjoon say that? It- It's too much—

"H- hyung, ah," Jungkook huffs out, eyes fluttering shut.

"Yeah? C'mon, baby, just let yourself feel it."

Namjoon's fingers stroke with purpose now, pressing up harder, and it aches, such a deep pleasure that tugs in his belly. His clit throbs like it'd feel good to touch it now but Jungkook doesn't know if he's allowed, if that would make it harder for Namjoon to— whatever he's doing, ah—

Jungkook grabs at the bedding on either side of him instead, clutching it tightly as the tensing ache grows, and his lips part with quiet moans at the deepness of that feeling, unh, hnn.

Namjoon is right. His pussy is wet, the squelch of it loud, loud enough to have new heat flooding Jungkook's already overheated face. Maybe they should stop, because what if someone hears and finds out that Jungkook has a pussy so greedy that he needed Namjoon to finger it, and oh, why is the pressure inside so big—

"Just like that," Namjoon says. His rough voice has an edge of excitement to it now. "Don't hold back, baby, are you close? Can you let go for me?"

Jungkook almost asks, Let go of what? but somehow he already knows.

Namjoon strokes fast inside and pleasure pulses heavily from that place, from his soaked cunt, and it's different from the climbing, sparking heat of having his clit touched, but the feeling builds all the same. Jungkook's head drops back and his body tenses, fingers curled into tight fists on either side of him while Namjoon keeps stroking, oh, oh—

Jungkook lets go, pushing out, and a clear stream leaves him and soaks Namjoon's arm.

"Ah—" Jungkook gasps, shocked, trying to reach for Namjoon's wrist but the fingers don't stop fucking into Jungkook's open pussy, and he squirts again, a smaller splash of fluid, and then another. Jungkook wants to ask Namjoon why he keeps making him pee but the words get caught in his throat.

His pussy throbs. Everything throbs, inside and out — the release leaves him trembling when Namjoon's fingers finally slip out, but then he's rubbing wetly over the swollen bud of Jungkook's neglected little clit, and Jungkook moans so loudly, turning his head to hide his blushing face in his shoulder when the pleasure tightens and reaches that peak again, more warm splashes until Jungkook is begging in a hoarse voice, "C- Can't, please, ah—"

Namjoon's hand stills where his fingers rest over the now-dripping heat of Jungkook's pussy, and Jungkook shudders, blinking overwhelmed tears out of his eyes when he meets his hyung's gaze.

Namjoon looks—

He looks wild.

Jungkook just feels messy now, shy and humiliated, thighs splashed wet from his own squirt, and Namjoon looks at him with a hunger like he could devour Jungkook whole.

"Sorry, I didn't- I didn't mean to," Jungkook says, still panting, and Namjoon huffs out a short laugh of disbelief.

"What?"

"Got you wet..." Jungkook mumbles under his breath.

"Oh. Yeah, fuck, that's— don't apologize, it's fine, I wanted you to. I wanted to see if you could. Did it feel good?"

Jungkook nods, blinking away the last trace of tears now that he feels a little more reassured. Of course it's never something he imagined experiencing for himself, but the release of it was so intense, and the way Namjoon looked at him...

Namjoon looks at him like that now, too, with an open desire that makes Jungkook want to squirm.

His breath catches when Namjoon stands up with a soft grunt, when he's suddenly kneeling on the bed next to Jungkook and murmuring in a low voice tinged with desperation,

"Jungkook-ah, baby, I have to— Fuck, scoot up for me, lean back against the pillows, yeah? Hyung has to eat you out now."

Jungkook's eyes widen in shock.

Hyung has to eat you out now.

Heat pours through him, fanning out warm all through his belly, his mind echoing those words, Hyung has to—

"But- But it's okay?" Jungkook stutters out, even as he lets Namjoon crowd him on the bed, the surreal excitement of being in this position at all, of Namjoon leaning back only to pull off his hooded sweatshirt completely, leaving his chest bare.

Jungkook squeezes his thighs together.

"Okay?" Namjoon echoes.

"My, ah... my pussy, hyung, it's okay...?"

"Oh, you— yeah, baby, yeah. I don't think there's anything wrong with it at all, I think it's just sensitive, right? It's not a bad thing. Fuck, the way you smell, it makes my mouth water."

Another wave of heat floods him, leaving the sticky-hot flush of shame in Jungkook's face, creeping down his neck, because— Namjoon is right, isn't he? Jungkook is so wet, so messy with- with all of his own cum, the air in his room is probably heavy, humid with the smell of sex, now.

Jungkook whimpers, knees folding and drawing up to his chest. But Namjoon just shakes his head, the muscle of his broad shoulders shifting under tanned skin as he grabs Jungkook's knees. He settles himself between Jungkook's thighs, forcing him to keep his legs spread wide again, and Jungkook's pussy clenches up around nothing, the needy pulse of arousal still thrumming down there.

"Jungkook-ah, don't hide, hyung likes the way you smell. It's so fucking hot, baby, I want to put my mouth there, don't I? Trust me."

Jungkook does trust him, even if he feels helplessly shy to be so on display like this, with Namjoon leaning his face down close to Jungkook's swollen cunt. Staring down his own belly, Jungkook can't ignore how much darker the skin is now, a deeper and rosier shade of brown, his clit peeking up at the top too, flushed with how much it's swelled, shining wetly.

It must feel so good to be touched there because it's sensitive like a little cock, Jungkook thinks dazedly.

And then Namjoon bends down and wraps his lips around it.

"Ah!" Jungkook chokes out, the short cry startled out of him by the jolting pleasure, by the sudden wet heat of Namjoon's mouth, the soft slip of his tongue playing with Jungkook's sensitive clit. "Ah, hnn—"

Warmth blooms inside Jungkook at the sight of Namjoon's face drawing back only to press a kiss there, and then he's licking lower — wide laps of his tongue, an almost-soothing pressure compared to the rough way his fingers worked Jungkook's pussy open just minutes ago.

The pleasure of having a mouth down there melts into pooling heat, into a slower arousal that Jungkook squirms and lifts his hips into. He's emboldened by how much Namjoon seems to actually like this, even though Jungkook feels sloppy with how wet he is, and only gushes wetter from the attention to his swollen labia, his needy clit.

Namjoon keeps the movement of his tongue steady but he teases, too — teeth catching the puffy skin of Jungkook's outer folds, tugging lightly, and then a nip to the tender inside of Jungkook's thigh.

Jungkook's whine is a high noise caught in his throat. "Please—"

"Baby," Namjoon interrupts, licking his lips (they're wet from him) and reaching for one of Jungkook's hands, where he's had them just curled into fists at his sides.

Namjoon intertwines their fingers together, and his gaze up Jungkook's body is dark and close and knowing, the rush of warm intimacy when Jungkook realizes that this is someone who's known him for years, who will take care of him, who is letting Jungkook see how much Namjoon desires him too.

Maybe things would be simpler if Namjoon just wanted him because of his pussy, but— Jungkook likes that it's mutual. He breathes out a little sigh, blinking with the realization that Namjoon likes giving pleasure to him specifically.

"Is this too much?" Namjoon asks softly, and Jungkook quickly shakes his head no. "Because your, ah— your eyes look wet, I was worried you were crying."

Jungkook blinks again, resisting the urge to turn his head and try to hide his blushing face. "I- I just like this so much. Feels really good, so that's why..."

"Feels so good that it has you tearing up?" Namjoon asks with something close to a smirk, and Jungkook nods without bothering to tease back, his pussy clenching up needily. Namjoon can tease all he wants if it means that Jungkook gets more.

"Okay. I'll keep going, but you're allowed to move too, if you want."

"Hn?"

"Move, you know, ride my face. Figure out what you like."

The words — the images they give him, too — send a hard pulse of want down into Jungkook's belly, and he tilts his hips with another soft sound, a shakier sigh when Namjoon lowers his mouth back to the heat between his thighs.

It's so wet — he is, and the slip of Namjoon's tongue is — but it's so undeniably good. When Jungkook's hips twitch and strain forward shyly like he was given permission to do, Namjoon gets the hint and focuses his licks just underneath Jungkook's clit, making him shudder, making his fingers spasm and his feet shift restlessly on the bed.

Namjoon's gaze up his body is so darkly intense, and this time Jungkook does let himself turn his face away, blushing, focusing on the building heat from Namjoon's firm licks instead.

The pleasure is addicting, both steady and a little wilder, when it's out of his control like this. But Jungkook thinks it was always bound to feel overwhelming, when the person giving it to him is Kim Namjoon.

Jungkook whines.

"That's it," Namjoon breathes out over his skin.

He lets go of Jungkook's hands to grip at his thighs instead. Jungkook's cunt clenches up around nothing and he swears he feels the slide of more wet from his entrance, feels the heat in his belly tighten into an impatient knot, straining for release now. He rubs himself forward with Namjoon's tongue and hums at the way his hyung just takes it, mouth eager to be used for Jungkook's pleasure.

"Yeah," Jungkook says quietly, eyes closed and forehead scrunching, the slick-wet pulse of Namjoon's tongue right where he needs it, the pleasure coiling tighter, hotter, so needy and he's close and he wants to come, it's right there, oh hyung, oh please—

Jungkook's body goes stiff with his orgasm, still except for his shuddering breaths, belly heaving with each inhale. He lets Namjoon lick him messily through that sweet release and rides out the pleasure until he's too sensitive to take anymore, his hips jerking.

But Namjoon follows him. He holds Jungkook's thighs open when they try to close and seals his mouth over Jungkook's pussy, licking with that same fervor, the firm slip of his tongue rubbing wet near Jungkook's oversensitive clit. Jungkook gasps, shaking, one hand finding Namjoon's shoulder to grip and the other curling weakly into his hyung's hair.

"Ah, ah," he moans, the sounds punched out of him because the pleasure is sharp, sharp and bright and nerve-endings raw in a way that aches too hotly, that has his belly clenching too tightly, and it climbs so fast that he's close again in seconds, if Namjoon doesn't stop then his peak is right there—

Jungkook comes again with a short cry; comes hard enough to put spots in his vision, his body folding in half to curl around Namjoon's head, begging, "Please please 's too muh- much, unh—"

Namjoon pulls off, and Jungkook is left panting, slumped onto the bed, his pulse hammering in his chest and loud in his ears, throbbing down in his swollen clit.

Is he still alive?

"Mm, baby, you okay?" Namjoon asks in a deep voice, gravelly and smug.

"Trying to, ah." Jungkook lets his thighs fall back open, appreciating how good the cool air feels over the heat between his legs. "Trying to kill me..."

"Nah. You just taste too good to stop licking."

Jungkook whines, shivering under the hungry look that Namjoon gives him, the way he doesn't seem particularly bothered that his chin still glistens wet from Jungkook's cum. It's not a side of his hyung that Jungkook ever thought he would get to see, to experience (only in Jungkook's guilty dreams, maybe), but even as he's coming down from his orgasm his thoughts are full of the memory of eager lips on his clit, the skilled drag of Namjoon's fingers inside, and his pussy gives a weak clench.

"Okay?" Namjoon asks when Jungkook is quiet for a minute, and Jungkook thinks, No, I want more, hyung.

Ah, why is he so greedy?

"Do you want me to go?"

"No," Jungkook says quickly, "not- not unless you want to. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

"I don't want to go," Namjoon interrupts. His voice is rough again, and Jungkook glances down, and—

Heat tugs in his belly. Jungkook is embarrassed that it took him this long to look at the front of Namjoon's sweatpants. To notice how hard he is, the heavy shape of his cock straining under the material.

"Hyung, do you want to..." Jungkook pauses, swallowing as he sits up, heartbeat thudding a little faster now with the knowledge of his hyung's arousal. "Do you want to come too...?" He crawls closer to Namjoon, close enough to rest his hand on the warm skin of Namjoon's shoulder, using it to brace himself as he straightens up, until he can look into Namjoon's eyes.

Namjoon's jaw is clenched, and it gives Jungkook goosebumps.

"I'm not offering because I feel like I have to," he adds quickly, "but- but you did so much for me, do you want to fuck me now? I think it'd be— fun to try it, ah..."

"Fun, huh?" Namjoon echoes, raising an eyebrow, and Jungkook doesn't care if he's being made fun of. He nods.

"Maybe... just the tip at first, to see if I can take it, but, uh..."

"Our golden maknae is awfully shy when it comes to seducing someone," Namjoon continues, and Jungkook finally just whines.

"Please," he says, begging a little pathetically because Namjoon is the only one here to hear him do it, what does Jungkook have to lose? "Please, wanna feel you inside. Your fingers felt so good, hyung, and I promise I won't squirt on you again—"

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon breathes out, "you really need to listen to hyung, I meant it when I said I found the squirting hot, alright? I mean, shit, I'd try it myself if I woke up in your position."

Jungkook's mind completely blanks, because apparently the thought of Namjoon-hyung playing with his own pussy is too much for his brain to handle right now. He almost misses it when Namjoon asks a few seconds later,

"So you're sure that you want to try this? I won't do anything more than what you're comfortable with."

"Yeah," Jungkook says, sliding his hand from Namjoon's shoulder down to his bare chest, giving him a playful pat on the swell of one pec. He lets himself smile. "I know you won't, and I- I want to try, I want hyung to feel good too."

"I will. I would enjoy this anyway, genuinely, but ah, getting to feel you around my cock..." Namjoon's voice lowers. "I just hope I don't come as fast as you do," he says with a grin, and Jungkook groans.

Like Namjoon isn't the one who's been pushing him into having another orgasm so soon after just coming down from the last one, ah...

Namjoon moves off of the bed then to finish undressing, shoving his sweatpants and underwear down, and Jungkook lets himself stare in a way that he's always avoided before, even more so because it didn't feel right to steal glances when Jungkook knew he had feelings for his hyung, and was at least a little attracted to him.

And now, letting himself look, the reality is— Namjoon is big. He's really big.

"Um." Jungkook's tongue darts out to wet his lips, and then he feels the burn of a new blush in his cheeks when Namjoon raises his eyebrows, because Jungkook wasn't implying— Not that he'd be opposed to sucking his hyung off, he'd actually really like it, but right now isn't— And it's just, the sight of Namjoon fully hard is really—

"It makes me feel crazy when your eyes get wide like that, ahh," Namjoon laughs, crawling back onto the bed and leaning back into the pillows like he had Jungkook earlier while eating him out. He touches himself, slender fingers circling and tugging at his already-swollen cock, but he lets go a second later, leaving the length of it straining up toward his belly. "C'mere. You said it felt good— grinding, right? Before?"

Jungkook nods. There's a weird feeling in his belly, a nervous twisting that's at least partially arousal, maybe because he keeps imagining how he could possibly fit Namjoon inside his pussy.

"Then come sit on me, rub yourself on it."

"Rub myself on... oh," Jungkook says, blinking. "That's okay?"

Namjoon's gaze gets a little brighter with amusement. "You tell me."

"Ah, it's really..." Jungkook's half-hearted complaint trails off when he realizes that Namjoon is teasing him. He crawls closer until he can straddle Namjoon's hips, meeting his hyung's eyes with a hesitant glance before sliding his knees wider, settling his weight down on Namjoon's thighs.

It's surreal, to look down his body and see his mound instead of a dick — his clit still achingly swollen, and then the flushed-dark peek of his labia from this angle, puffy enough to stick out and smeared with wet. Jungkook lines himself up until the shiny, bulbous head of Namjoon's cock is nestled between his folds.

Jungkook's hips buck involuntarily at the contact, and then he lets out a short laugh, hah, his eyes sliding shut as Namjoon's hands find his hips to hold him steady.

"It's okay," Namjoon tells him, nothing teasing about his deep voice now, "just do what feels good."

Jungkook's thighs spread until he can feel the warm pressure of gliding himself along Namjoon's cock, tentatively rocking forward, watching Namjoon's cockhead disappear and reappear even wetter where it's pinned to his belly.

"I'm messy," Jungkook whines softly. Namjoon's fingers squeeze hard at his waist, and Jungkook's pussy clenches up in response.

"It's okay. Wet is good. You feel so good, fuck, just— push down a little harder, baby, yeah, just like that."

With a shuddering breath, Jungkook lets his shyness be driven away by the needy heat inside him, by the way Namjoon stares at his body and down at his swollen-puffy pussy, and the way Namjoon guides him over his cock with the hold he has on Jungkook's waist. Jungkook watches too, mesmerized by the sight, by the feeling of his sensitive folds spreading and clinging to the dark, rigid length of Namjoon's cock.

He leans a little farther forward, and gasps at the hot jolt of pleasure that rushes through him when it's more direct contact for his clit.

Almost like— like he has a needy little cockhead that he's rubbing up against Namjoon's much fatter one, and oh, why does the thought of that make Jungkook want to rub even faster—

"Fuck," Namjoon swears, and Jungkook glances up to his face, the furrow of his eyebrows, his piercing stare.

"Is it weird?" Jungkook hears himself ask. "Seeing me, ah, like—"

"With a pussy between your legs? Ah, hyung isn't really thinking about the weirdness of it right now, baby," Namjoon says with a rough laugh. His fingers span out over Jungkook's hips, one of his thumbs sliding inward across Jungkook's pelvis, brushing the top of his clit. Jungkook shudders at the light touch, and Namjoon adds, "Shit, I think I can feel you clenching up even like this. I don't know—"

"How you're going to fit inside me?"

"How I'm going to last," Namjoon groans. He gives up on teasing the top of Jungkook's mound and lets Jungkook move faster instead, humming a low sound in his throat when Jungkook rubs himself on Namjoon's cock from root to tip — gliding up the whole length of it until his clit kisses the frenulum, and then sliding back to watch how the entire head of Namjoon's cock twitches up, precum seeping from the slit, leaving a clear and sticky little puddle over Namjoon's belly.

Jungkook licks his lips.

"Go on," Namjoon says, hands briefly squeezing at Jungkook's ass before they settle over his thighs, encouraging the rocking motion of his hips. "Can you come like this? Your eyebrows started to scrunch up the way they do when you're close."

"Ah," Jungkook puffs out, not quite a laugh, "can't believe that— that you already know what I look like when I come..."

"You're gorgeous." He says it so matter-of-factly, warmth blooms inside Jungkook, teeth digging into his lip to hide his smile when he rubs forward faster, soft pussy riding the firm, pulsing length of Namjoon's cock harder as the tightness in his belly swells.

Jungkook doesn't warn Namjoon that he's going to come, but his little grunts get breathier, his movements more frantic, chasing that urgent throb in his clit, his head dropping forward as it builds and builds—

Jungkook's hips slow to an unsteady grind when he finally comes, heat washing through him with his release and Namjoon's low voice somehow reaching his ears over the sound of Jungkook's own harshly panted breaths,

"—there you go, that's it. Shit, you don't know how hard it is to not just— slip inside you, baby, you're so wet."

Jungkook can feel how true that is, can hear it with the slick noises of his pussy rubbing messily on Namjoon's cock. He shivers with the aftershocks of his orgasm, voice hoarse when he chokes out, "You can, ah, wan' to— want to come around your cock, hyung, please."

Namjoon draws in a hissing breath. "Jungkook-ah—"

"I can take it, please, wanna know what it feels like," he gasps out, swallowing when he realizes that his mouth is full of saliva, like thinking about it is making him drool.

Namjoon is watching him with such a dark look, his body tense. "Yeah?"

Jungkook nods, sliding back on Namjoon's thighs, reaching down to part the swollen lips of his pussy with his own fingers. It's all hot to touch down there, sopping wet, Jungkook's fingers slipping over the puffy skin before he gives up on inspecting himself and just presses firm over his clit, a soft ah falling from his lips from the immediate pleasure.

"Jungkook-ah." Namjoon's voice is low and throaty, a strained smile tugging his lips up. "Ah, you're really going to drive me fucking crazy, watching you touch yourself."

Maybe the words aren't exactly praise, but they still shoot heat into Jungkook's belly, still make his head tip back as he moans quietly.

"Hhh- hyung it's just so sensitive, ah—"

"Hold on," Namjoon rumbles out, gripping the straining length of his cock and angling it up, and Jungkook isn't sure if he wants to laugh or whine at how long it is, how Jungkook has to bring his knees closer together where he's straddling Namjoon's hips, just in order to be high enough to have that cock fit between his thighs.

"You're so big," Jungkook whispers, not even really thinking about Namjoon overhearing him until the words are met with a groan.

"I know, but— just this, just the tip, just take a little bit so hyung can feel how hot your pussy is, yeah?"

Jungkook ducks his head shyly, heat prickling inside him.

God, he'll never get over hearing Namjoon-hyung talk about his pussy. And it doesn't seem so intimidating like this, the size, but then Namjoon is guiding himself to nudge at the wet opening of Jungkook's cunt, cockhead pressing bluntly there, and—

Oh. It feels huge. A wide pressure that pushes where he's soft and wet and so sensitive, and Jungkook tries to sink down with it only to feel nothing give, starting to really question if it's possible for Namjoon to fit inside him at all—

"Touch your nipples."

"Wh- what?" Jungkook asks, blinking.

"Touch your nipples for me, Jungkook-ah, pinch and rub at them. Trust me, okay?"

Does... does Namjoon-hyung just want to see it? Jungkook can't imagine how it will make his pussy any more open for his hyung's cock but he does it anyway, fingers brushing over the hard little buds of his nipples and then pinching lightly, a soft moan stuttering from his throat, his pussy clenching up as pleasure sparks through him from those little touches.

Between one shaky breath and the next, Namjoon's tip finally manages to sink into the gripping heat of Jungkook's pussy, and Jungkook gasps a quiet a-ah at the sting, his hips jumping before they're grabbed by strong hands in a tight grip.

"Don't move," Namjoon grits out, "just— let yourself get used to it first, fuck."

But Jungkook doesn't listen. The heat throbs so heavily down there, and now that Jungkook's let the tip inside, the sting melts right away into something sweet and achy, the fullness tucked just inside his entrance that has Jungkook's fevered brain thinking, What if I take more, ah, how deep can I fit him—

Out loud, Jungkook asks in a breathless voice, "Did hyung just take my virginity?"

Namjoon's eyes slam shut, fingers squeezing tight, a low groan tearing itself from his throat. "Jungkook-ah—"

"Fuck, you're so big," Jungkook means to whisper, but somehow it comes out like a wail, and Jungkook still roughly pinches at his nipples as he sinks lower, the hard length of Namjoon's cock wet from Jungkook rubbing on it, but it's good, he thinks that makes it easier to take. "Y- You're stretching me, like, ah—"

"Like what?" Namjoon's skin is flushed, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. When did he start sweating?

"Like hyung is molding my virgin pussy to the shape of his big cock," Jungkook tells him with a dazed grin, and Namjoon gets his revenge when his hips buck, when he's burying himself even deeper inside Jungkook with a strangled groan.

"You brat—"

"Don't scold me, aren't I doing well?" Jungkook whines, finally giving up on his nipples to brace his hands on Namjoon's chest instead, leaning forward just to sink down more. He's amazed that there's somehow still room left inside him, with how full he already feels, the pressure so wide and firm and throbbing against the walls of his pussy.

Inside him... Namjoon-hyung is inside him.

"You are," Namjoon reassures him. It's undeniable how handsome he is like this, his eyes still dark with that wildness, his muscles all tensed, the veins of his arms corded with it. Jungkook imagines that he can feel the rapid beat of Namjoon's heart under his palm, and imagines it pulsing in time with the throb between his own thighs.

"You're doing so well for me, baby."

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and comes.

It's a different feeling, the washing pleasure when he's so full of cock and his clit juts out more swollen than ever, untouched, needy. It aches differently, but not in a bad way, and Jungkook grunts as Namjoon tells him,

"Fuck, the— the way you squeeze, a-ah."

Jungkook isn't sure how he can do anything but be tight around the cock he's sat on, rocking unsteadily over Namjoon's lap as he rides out the rest of his orgasm, moaning at the subtle shift of angle in how Namjoon's cock rubs inside him. He likes this, it's good, and Namjoon staring darkly up at him makes his belly flutter in the best way, but—

"Can you be on top now?" Jungkook asks.

Namjoon surges up without dislodging Jungkook from his lap and kisses him hard on the mouth.

"Sorry," Namjoon breathes out between kisses, voice pleasantly rough, the slide of his lips thrillingly frantic until Jungkook can barely keep up, much less register that this is really happening. "Sorry, ah—"

"Why," Jungkook laughs, "why are you apologizing? Huh?"

"Sorry for kissing you, I didn't ask—"

"You ate my pussy, you're allowed to kiss me, okay?"

Namjoon's lips stretch with a smile where they're still pressed to Jungkook's mouth, and then Jungkook breaks the kiss to add in a softer voice, "Hyung, ah, it's kind of..." He draws in a sharp hiss of breath as he squirms, and then lets out a hnnn of relief when Namjoon's cock isn't hitting him as deeply. Now the pleasure of Namjoon's kisses is sweeter, a warmer arousal that pools heat inside him and has him lazily clenching around Namjoon's cock until Namjoon finally speaks up,

"Okay, yeah, we can switch. Do you want to lie back, or—"

Jungkook nods. "Wanna still see you..."

"Yeah?" Namjoon steals another kiss just as Jungkook is slowly lifting up off of Namjoon's cock, letting it slip from his pussy with a wince at the stretch, the strange emptiness. "You want to see the way hyung can't help but stare at you, this gorgeous body, this needy little pussy you have?"

Jungkook opens his mouth to protest that he's not needy, and then closes it.

He is. He's been needy this whole time, isn't that the point? Needy enough to keep wanting more even if he thinks he should be sore now from coming so much. Needy enough to get settled with the pillow under his head, with his legs spread wide for Namjoon's hips, and already be reaching for Namjoon's cock, thumb teasing the swollen tip before guiding it down to his own pussy like he even remotely knows what he's doing.

At least he's still wet enough, leaking so much that his thighs are slick and sticky with it.

"Please," Jungkook huffs, watching Namjoon guide his cockhead to circle the swollen bud of Jungkook's clit, slowly teasing. Jungkook's body tenses with the pleasure, hips arching until Namjoon's cockhead slips lower, and Jungkook's teeth sink into his lip to stop his whimper.

"It doesn't hurt?" Namjoon asks. "The, ah... virginity stuff aside."

Jungkook's nose scrunches, but he shakes his head. "No, um— the stretch is big. It kind of stung at first, but once you're inside it only feels really, really good."

"Okay, that's— good," Namjoon breathes out, and the pressure is back, the nudge at the lower part of his pussy that somehow feels even bigger than it is. "Touch yourself again?"

Jungkook's fingers automatically reach for his chest but it's Namjoon's turn to shake his head, a grin tugging at his lips, "Mm, not there. Your clit, baby. Or is it too sensitive?"

"No, ah—" Jungkook doesn't finish, getting shy just thinking about trying to explain how he likes that it's swollen almost to the point of soreness anyway. He slides his hand down his belly to rub clumsy circles over his clit, fingers slipping at first with how wet he is, and then speeding up as pleasure washes hot through him with the touch.

He does what Namjoon says, only— he doesn't really account for how worked up the kissing got him, because as soon as Namjoon's cock is pushing inside, that heavy pressure stretching and filling him once again, the achingly thick drag of it, fuck—

Jungkook drops his head back and comes, fingers stilling over his clit and belly clenching, his pussy desperately trying to contract even as Namjoon slides deeper.

"Fuck," Namjoon swears, not so much thrusting now as just working his cock in with little shoves, stoking that euphorically bright heat from Jungkook's orgasm to drag the pleasure out even longer. "Fuck, you squeeze around me so tight, baby, feels good?"

Jungkook nods mindlessly, too delirious to care if Namjoon knows that he's coming or not.

"Let me— let me in, Jungkook-ah, there you go. Shit, that's it, let hyung in."

Jungkook's hand falls away from his clit when it gets too sensitive to keep rubbing and he focuses on that feeling instead, on the fullness as Namjoon's cock strokes deeper. He turns his head to the side with a low moan, cheeks hot and face scrunching, and— Namjoon fucks him well when he's the one in control, of course he does, keeping Jungkook full, keeping his pussy hot with the deep pleasure the drag of his cock brings on every thrust, but—

Jungkook can't keep still.

The arousal is such a consuming fire inside of him that he's shameless now, watching Namjoon stare down at his darkly blushing cunt, stare down as the delicate skin at the rim of Jungkook's entrance clings to Namjoon's cock, as his little pussy is stretched past its limits and it only makes Jungkook want to be used more selfishly, to use Namjoon selfishly too.

"Hyung," Jungkook breathes, hips lifting from the bed to meet Namjoon's thrusts, to fuck himself down on that cock like he's wild for it. And he is, isn't he? His body burns for this pleasure like he no longer has control of it. "Y- Yeah, more—"

"Gonna make yourself come?" Namjoon asks roughly. He's visibly sweating now, skin glistening with it, but his muscles look bigger than ever from this angle, and Jungkook swallows when his mouth waters at the thought of biting him.

"Please—"

Jungkook's back arches off the mattress, so overheated that he's flushed red down his chest, his pussy almost meeting Namjoon's pelvis if not for how big the ache is when Namjoon's cock goes that deep, like he could reach all the way to Jungkook's belly-button.

(Jungkook wonders, deliriously, if he has a cervix too, but doesn't voice it out loud in case saying that weirds Namjoon out. Or makes him come sooner.)

Jungkook's panted breaths grow louder just as the wet schlick from his pussy does, his fingers grabbing helplessly at the sheet beneath him when the angle changes slightly, and suddenly the drag is so intense, so heavy that Jungkook wants to shout.

"Hnhh, ha, hyung," Jungkook chokes out, eyebrows furrowed, hands clawing to keep their tight grip like it's the only thing grounding him right now. "It feels, ah— f-feels like I have to pee, wait—"

Namjoon doesn't wait. He takes control of the pace, fucking forward so hard into Jungkook's pussy that he can only tense up and take it, breath hitching at the relentless heaviness inside, the drag right at that perfect angle, and, and—

Jungkook is gone, his vision whiting out. He starts to come on Namjoon's cock with splashing heat, pooling wet where their hips meet until Namjoon draws back and his whole huge cock slips out, followed by a long stream of Jungkook's squirt.

"That's it," Namjoon groans, his fingers suddenly rubbing messy and fast over Jungkook's straining clit while Jungkook gasps in pleasure. "C'mon, come for me just like that. Let go, baby."

The emptiness makes the release feel that much wilder — and it is a release, the way his muscles push out, the squirt that leaves him now in small bursts and dribbles, dripping wet all the way down to his asshole, to the sheet beneath him.

Jungkook moans weakly, face burning not just from exertion but from new embarrassment, too.

And then Namjoon fits his cock back inside Jungkook's still-convulsing pussy, and fucks even harder than he was before.

Oh, ohfuck—

Jungkook gasps, thighs still shaking as Namjoon grips them and keeps them spread. It's overwhelming, too much to focus on anymore, any thoughts of trying to keep quiet completely gone from his mind. It's all too much — the heat and the way their flushed bodies meet and the squelching wet sounds that Jungkook knows, he knows means that he's going to squirt again, his body already straining to let go of that pressure inside, just waiting for Namjoon's thick cock to draw it out of him.

"Just like that," Namjoon rasps out while Jungkook's belly trembles and he weakly pleads, Ah, ah, please.

His arms end up over his head, fingers clutching at the pillow just for something to hold onto until he gets it in a tight grip and he gasps again, louder, his body shuddering with each orgasm that rolls through him, that endlessly washing heat while his pussy milks Namjoon's cock as tightly as it can.

He's so wet, so red, so sensitive that even the stiffening of his nipples to the cool air when the aircon kicks on feels like pleasure, like it all has a connection to the greedy throb in his clit. Jungkook squirms because he can't keep still, hips arching up off the bed to rock his swollen cunt right into Namjoon's thrusts, and Namjoon finally grabs at him, leaning down closer, panting.

Jungkook hopes he has bruises in the shape of Namjoon's fingers after this.

"Fuck, gonna come, you just— jus' feel too good, baby, can I? Can I fill you, breed your pussy, Jungkook-ah?"

"Hyung," Jungkook moans, the words hot and his face hot and the thought of being filled, it's too much, the thought of dripping Namjoon's cum, fuck, "please please don't stop—"

Namjoon forces Jungkook's legs wider and finds that angle again that burns so good inside of him and he pounds, thrusts so fast that Jungkook wants to scream and settles for gasps that start to sound like sobs, his breaths hitching as a powerful orgasm climbs, the feeling so big that Jungkook is dizzy, delirious—

He wants Namjoon to come inside him so much that he feels flooded with it. He wants Namjoon to fuck his ass after this, too. He wants— he wants soft lips on his clit again, he wants to know how long someone can endure being fucked like this until it really is too much, he wants—

"Shhh." Namjoon rests his hand over Jungkook's lower belly, thrusting deep, "Yeah, fuck, fuck," and Jungkook hiccups out a broken cry when he starts to come, wet splashing from his pussy but Namjoon doesn't stop, doesn't leave Jungkook empty, still chasing his orgasm.

"Please," Jungkook moans, vision swimming with tears and skin flushed dark enough to feel feverish as his release is drawn out by Namjoon's rough thrusts, body trembling and his aching thighs trying to snap closed where they're spread around Namjoon's waist.

"Yeah, just, fuck—" Namjoon cuts off with a shuddering breath, his thrusts finally slowing and his face all scrunched up as he spills inside Jungkook's clenching pussy, hips twitching forward with slow pumps like he's trying to drag out his own orgasm, now.

Jungkook has never felt so hot, so messy below his waist. He blearily imagines that he can feel every twitch of Namjoon's cock, the spurting wet that Namjoon is leaving deep inside him, and Jungkook turns his face on his pillow and moans softly.

Namjoon is out of breath when he asks, "Wh- what, huh, you want more?"

Does he? Maybe...

"You creampied me," Jungkook rasps, his face scrunching unhappily, stomach muscles tensing at the too-big drag of Namjoon's cock leaving him. It feels too soon, but then, it has been a few minutes. Hyung must be sensitive...

"Fuck, uh, I— sorry."

"No, 's good, hyung asked and I wanted it," Jungkook slurs out.

He isn't sure how to explain how he feels right now — he's overheated still, definitely, but his skin is covered in goosebumps, his pussy throbbing so loudly but he's still a little mindless with the urge to hump something until he comes again. He tries rolling over onto his stomach, lifting his hips in the air after he does, and Namjoon makes this panicked choked noise behind him.

Jungkook peers back at his hyung, and finds him staring very darkly down between Jungkook's legs.

Oh.

"What does it look like?" Jungkook asks, toes curling, pussy clenching up as something thick and wet starts to leak from his entrance and trail hot down the swollen lips of his pussy. He waits until Namjoon meets his gaze and then blinks his wide eyes in a way that he hopes comes off as innocent.

Namjoon just coughs. "Let's get you cleaned up, c'mon."

—

Namjoon pulls on his sweatpants and Jungkook gets wrapped up in his damp towel from earlier, led to the shower on wobbly legs to rinse off.

He stares at his reflection in the mirror while Namjoon turns on the shower, and the answer to his earlier question seems to be — he looks used, all raw and swollen darkly red, puffy, slick and sticky down his thighs with the slow, pale drool of Namjoon's cum dripping out when Jungkook holds himself open.

He likes it.

Namjoon steps into the shower with him, cleaning them both with a soaped-up cloth and then nudging Jungkook to lean back against the wall.

"Spread your legs for me, baby," Namjoon murmurs next to his ear so Jungkook will hear him.

Heat throbs weakly down between Jungkook's thighs.

Namjoon uses the spray from the showerhead and his fingers to gently clean Jungkook's pussy out even though it's too sore, even though it hurts so dizzyingly good. He apologizes after seeing Jungkook's face scrunch, after hearing his whimpers, although Jungkook tells him that he doesn't have to. Namjoon says sweet things to him too, kissing his temple, and laughing softly instead of grumbling in annoyance when Jungkook makes Namjoon dry him off.

He's so tender and it's just— so nice. It's a little unfair, actually, how nice it is.

"Thank you," Jungkook mumbles when they're alone again, in Namjoon's room now.

(After Namjoon explained, very embarrassed but in very plain terms, the situation to a concerned Hoseok — there were a lot of noises coming from Jungkook's room, apparently — who muttered something about weird roleplay as he walked the opposite way down the hall.)

"Ah, you don't have to thank me, maybe I should be thanking you... It's kind of a wild, lucky experience to have, huh?" Namjoon asks with a grin.

Jungkook hums. The confusing pleasure of waking up with a pussy overrode his worry at the time, but it was even more of a pleasurable experience to have Namjoon break it in. He says this out loud, too, and Namjoon gives him such an exasperated, dark look,

"Jungkook-ah, don't say I- I broke it in, fucking hell..."

Jungkook just snickers, dragging Namjoon toward the bed.

—

(And Jungkook is convinced, before he passes out for a much-needed nap, that he'll wake up with his pussy gone, so he asks Namjoon to fuck him one more time. "Please, hyung-nim? I'm still wet..."

Namjoon smiles with a knowing heat behind his eyes, but also with a soft look like he can't deny Jungkook anything.

And it's the perfect kind of too much — his hyung's broad, clean body spooned up behind him, kissing his neck as he works his cock inside Jungkook's sore pussy at a much gentler pace. His arms wrap around Jungkook, hand sliding down to rub circles over his achingly oversensitive clit, and Jungkook comes at least three more times like that, moaning weakly with each orgasm that grips his body, steadily building tension and then rushing heat.

The pleasure leaves him shuddering on Namjoon's cock until his belly is sore from clenching up so tightly, until Namjoon's spent cock slips out and the mess is gently cleaned up with tissues. Namjoon kisses his shoulder and asks him if he needs anything else, but Jungkook is already drifting off, tiredness winning out over the hot throb of his pulse between his thighs, so he only just manages to slur out the words,

"Wanna order lots of food when I wake up."

Namjoon huffs out a laugh into Jungkook's hair.)

—

(It ends up taking exactly one week before Jungkook gets his dick back, and in his humble opinion, he makes very good use of that time.)