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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Character:
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Park_Jimin_
      (BTS)
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      future_Taekook, Daddy_Kink, Hyung_Kink, Everybody_Loves_Jungkook,
      Shoplifting, Rich_Taehyung, everybody's_kinda_loaded, dirty_talking,
      usage_of_bad_language, taehyung_as_Namjoon's_half_brother, yeah_shameless
      smut, Top_Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Bottom_Jeon_Jungkook, Rich_Kim
      Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Sugar_Daddy_Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, little_plot
      much_smut
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      Published: 2017-01-05 Updated: 2017-02-04 Chapters: 3/? Words: 8612
****** Be Mean ******
by Akroma
Summary
     College boy Jungkook just wants some thrill in his little mundane
     life, where he conveniently meets Namjoon one fine spring day.
***** Namjoon *****
September 2016
 
"Daddy..." Jungkook's voice quivered in frustration as Namjoon has two fingers
slipped past his rim, wriggling inside him teasingly. He would pump them
dangerously close to Jungkook's prostate, but never allowing the gratification
the younger so desperately needs while his other hand was strategically placed
on Jungkook's back, pushing Jungkook into the mattress. 
 
Jungkook would give an experimental push of his hips, searching for any contact
with Namjoon's digits because all he wanted at that moment was more and
more and Namjoon just wouldn't let. "Stay down, baby." Namjoon growled into
Jungkook's ear, breath hot and moist, voice commanding. Just like how Jungkook
likes it. 
 
Namjoon continues his ministrations, now adding in a third finger but much to
Jungkook's dismay Namjoon just wouldn't rub them against his sweet spot. That
selfish bastard basks in pure unadulterated happiness as he watches Jungkook
squirm in frustration, taking pride in how he was the one who has gotten
Jungkook this riled up and no one else. Jungkook also bitterly realised how
Namjoon was low-key asking for the younger one to beg for it but just like how
Namjoon has chosen not to indulge him tonight, Jungkook has refused to do it
too. 
 
"Fucking bastard, just fuck me already!" Jungkook hissed into the mattress as
Namjoon's other hand has moved up to press his head against it, fingers tugging
at his hair painfully but at the same time pushing the younger one down.
Jungkook could only give Namjoon a sideway poisonous glare or what he hoped to
be so, seeing as half of his face was hidden. "You like looking at me being
helpless huh? Fucking enjoying how I'm looking, Namjoon?"
 
"Yeah, baby. Fucking love it." Namjoon's grin looked menacing with the help of
the dim lighting, his figure enveloping Jungkook's in darkness.
 
"If you like it, then fucking fuck me daddy." Jungkook spit out his words
childishly, teeth biting into his bottom lip in irritation as impatience slides
its way into his spine as per usual. 
 
"Not with that language, baby." Namjoon chuckled lowly, fingers now somewhat
grazing against Jungkook's prostate with the result of Jungkook jerking at the
pleasurable sensation. Jungkook moaned helplessly as he shut his eyes, finally
enjoying his well-deserved pleasure after that torturous teasing from Namjoon.
"More please." He breathes out, eyes squeezed tight as he concentrates on
Namjoon's now rhythmic massage into his prostate that is slowly reducing him to
a writhing, shameful mess that he is. All for Namjoon's taking.
 
"What is it that you want baby?" Namjoon asked as he sucks a hickey at his
neck, reveling at how how it blooms on Jungkook's pale skin among others, a
sense of satisfaction filling the air when he does so. Coincidentally, it
reminded Namjoon of the time he first met Jungkook, when spring was in full
bloom during the start of Jungkook's first semester in university. How
romantic.
 
Against his better judgment, Jungkook's eyes begin to water when pain blooms on
the surface of his skin as Namjoon nips harshly at his hickeys, marking his way
into Jungkook. The sensation is strangely exhilarating for Jungkook as he feels
his hardness against his abdomen, and Namjoon's massaging hasn't been doing
much help to end his frustrations. He feels absolutely desperate and dirty as
precome leaks from the tip of his hot flushing cock, and with Namjoon pinning
him down there is nothing he could do to help himself.
 
"Please, please daddy! Fill me up with your hot throbbing cock and fuck me
senseless. God, I need you in me daddy, please I'm begging you daddy." Jungkook
babbles on, begging Namjoon like the slut that he is for him to bloody fill him
up because even with three fingers inside he feels so empty and hollow. He
needs more and more and only Namjoon could satiate his lust like the cockslut
that he is. His cheeks are flushed as he feels absolutely flustered, eyes still
watering up and at this point it was probably because he needs Namjoon in him
so much and Jungkook did not care how shameless he looked under the older man.
 
Something carnal stirs itself within Namjoon, and Jungkook watches in arrogance
as he sees how Namjoon's gaze has darkened considerably as he looks at
Jungkook, eyes leaving hot trails on his skin and Jungkook could almost feel
himself burning up under Namjoon's predatory eyes. "You do know that instead of
watching you could just simply, say, I don't know daddy. Shove it in perhaps?"
Jungkook asked teasingly as he runs his tongue from his plush lips to the
corner of his mouth, internally urging Namjoon to just get on with it and
even ravage him for all he may care. Jungkook's young and wild, and he couldn't
care much what Namjoon would do to him. He never cares.
 
After a tense pause, Namjoon slides his fingers out of Jungkook's ass, wiping
the lubricant that slides out with his digits on Jungkook's body as he turns
Jungkook around to fully enjoy Jungkook's flushed out face. Jungkook whined as
his ass clenched around nothingness, all the more desperate for Namjoon yet
again. "I want you to look at me while we fuck. Can you do that for daddy?"
Already, Namjoon is lifting and folding Jungkook's legs up from the mattress,
spreading his cheeks wide open for him. Jungkook's erection is
displayed against his abdomen, weeping for friction and attention. All
beautiful for Namjoon to see and touch.
 
With his free hand, Namjoon takes both of Jungkook's arms and holds them above
Jungkook's head, always the one holding the control over the other. If Namjoon
wants Jungkook to take him in like his little good boy, then hemakes sure
Jungkook does it. If Namjoon wants Jungkook to struggle against him, then
Namjoon allows Jungkook to do so. Everything always falls under Namjoon's heavy
control.
 
"Stay that way and take daddy in. You're not allowed to come until daddy says
so Jungkook." Namjoon commands him as he lines himself to Jungkook's needy
hole, pushing into Jungkook with the help of only the little amount of
lubrication that Namjoon used earlier when he was fingering the other. Jungkook
feels himself filled to the brim as Namjoon continuously pushes in, ignoring
the painful burn as the other stretches Jungkook's walls stubbornly. Jungkook
shudders as he feels Namjoon in him, pain and pleasure mixing themselves into
this delicious sinful feeling that Jungkook constantly craves for, something
that he has learned to depend on to survive. "Daddy's so big." Jungkook lets
out the breath that he has been holding in since Namjoon pushed into him
seconds ago, taking in deep breaths as he tries to adjust to Namjoon's girth. 
 
Namjoon however, didn't allow Jungkook to even fully adjust to him before
pulling back and slamming against the other, fingernails digging into
Jungkook's hickeys on full display. Jungkook gasps for air in surprise as
fingernails digs into his throat, unwillingly letting out a loud moan when
Namjoon slams against his sweet spot roughly while he struggles slightly to
catch up. Struggles for air. "That's it baby. Take daddy in just like the
greedy slut you are." Namjoon speaks, voice deeper than usual as he watches
Jungkook swim in delirious confusion and pleasure, pupils blown wide as he
stares into Namjoon, obeying the other just like how Namjoon has instructed him
earlier. 
 
Jungkook's walls clenches around Namjoon in pleasure as Namjoon builds up a
harsh rhythm, aggressively pushing into Jungkook and pulling back to just
vigorously slam into the younger one. Namjoon could feel the familiar coil
inside his belly as Jungkook's dirty moans fill the room, looking vulnerable
and teary-eyed as Namjoon works his way into the other. He quickens up his
pace, chasing for his release as a new sense of desperation engulfs his senses.
Jungkook looks absolutely wrecked under Namjoon, feeling small and
unconditionally dominated by the other as Namjoon has his way with him.
Jungkook likes how his senses are filled with everything that is Namjoon,
relishing in that feeling of hopelessness that circles around him where his
thoughts are all shut off and the only thing he could think of is his precious
daddy. 
 
"Da-daddy... please. I-I need to.." Jungkook trails off only to let out a
lovely sob as his eyes pleads at Namjoon, because he could feel himself coming
undone soon even when his daddy specifically told him not to without
his permission. His wrists struggles against Namjoon's weight, the urge to
touch himself overtaking his senses because Namjoon just wouldn't touch him
even when he's a hot mess under Namjoon. The older one has too much of a self-
control much to Jungkook's dismay. 
 
"I'm not going to last any much longer either, baby. You're so tight for me."
Namjoon breathes shakily into Jungkook's ear, hand tightening its grip on
Jungkook's wrists and the younger one could only whine in protest while
Namjoon's hips moves at an erratic pace. At this stage, Jungkook's insides are
practically breaking apart when Namjoon's other hand finally stops pushing at
his throat so he could finally breathe as much as he could, having at least a
little of control over himself. Jungkook arches against Namjoon searching for
any friction, at the same time allowing the other to have a better access
inside him and he finally comes undone, sounds of pleasure tumbling out from
his cherry lips for Namjoon. 
 
"Oh you're taking me in so well baby. So fucking well and fucking tight and
hot, Jungkook." Jungkook's insides clenches around Namjoon even more, squeezing
the other's dick and Namjoon is mumbling something else but he couldn't hear
because his senses are so overloaded with pleasure. Namjoon is soon chasing
after his own release, spurting come into Jungkook as he rocks into the other,
finally filling Jungkook up that he so desperately wants. After a few moments,
Namjoon pulls out and collapses into the other, where Jungkook could feel come
spilling out of his ass, trailing to his thighs and everywhere below but he
could care less. 
 
He feels the familiar fatigue washing over him, the comfort of the mattress
lulling him to sleep but he relents because he needs to go. Jungkook didn't
want to overstay his welcome. As much as he likes pushing boundaries, this is
something he didn't want to cross into. "I'll clean you up." Namjoon offers,
and dutifully does so while the younger one watches over Namjoon wiping him
clean, head cocked to the side as he enjoys his view.
 
"Thanks daddy." Jungkook flutters his eyelashes at the other, enjoying the
attention that Namjoon provides him even though everything is just a contract.
"I'll get going soon." He sighs as he stands up, wincing slightly as pain
shoots into him but he chooses to ignore it as he throws on his clothes. As
reckless as he could be, he never would overstay his welcome because it would
have consequences. Consequences which he couldn't be bothered to deal with.
"Need me to send you back home? It's pretty late." As usual, Namjoon offers but
Jungkook would decline because their time's over. For now.
 
"I can definitely get a cab with this, Joonie hyung." Jungkook smirks at the
other as he waves the envelope sitting on the bedside table at Namjoon, the
elder one chuckling lightly at him. "Thanks by the way." And with that,
Jungkook was gone from Namjoon's place. 
 
The envelope sits somewhat heavily in his hands, and Jungkook gave into his
curiousity as he closed Namjoon's apartment door behind him. Jungkook's eyes
widened in surprise as he opens the white envelope, inside was a total of five
grand and Namjoon has never given him that much before. Jungkook smirked as he
concluded that it must have been the guilt eating away at Namjoon, seeing as
the other has been sleeping with someone younger by six years than him. Someone
who's freshly into the age of 18, so young and innocent but corrupted by none
other than Kim Namjoon himself. All the more for Jungkook to take pride in.
 
As he walks into the chilly air outside, he plucks out his phone and calls his
one and only best friend, Jimin and asks him to pick the him up because
Jungkook hates taking the cab. Other means of public transportation also
doesn't sit well with him because why take the public transportation when you
have a fucking car? "Why didn't you drive in the first place Jungkookie?" Jimin
would ask him and Jungkook would reply with the usual "Because of certain
circumstances, hyung. So please, come and get me because it's cold out here."
and Jimin always obliges. 
 
Jungkook sits at the sidewalk as he reads through the messages that he missed
out during his time with Namjoon earlier, humming a tune to fill the air of
silence around him. His thumb slides over his iPhone, a gift from none other
than Namjoon himself, the first one he has ever received from the other months
ago when he first met Namjoon in spring.
 
Jungkook would describe their meeting as something oddly exhilarating because
things could have gone wrong in so many ways but they didn't. Jungkook however,
is absolutely glad at how things had turned out because if it weren't for
Namjoon life would not have turned out to be so interesting.
 
His phone pings, and he smiles at the message from Namjoon: Meet me this Wed?
After your class.
 
Sure. And he delightfully presses the reply button.
***** Namjoon *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
September_2016
 
Jungkook squirms uneasily in his seat as his professor peers over his shoulder,
fingers twitching around his pen in mild irritation as he tries to pry his
concentration away from the looming shadow over him, concentrating instead on
the papers in his hands. Much to his embarrassment, his professor runs his hand
over to his shoulder and gives an innocent squeeze of encouragement, continuing
on to ruffle the younger's hair under the watchful eyes of 200 over students in
the lecture hall. He hears a few snickers echoing in the otherwise silent hall,
and all he could do was stay pliant under his professor's touch. 
 
"You have your papers back," his professor drawls on, looking disinterestedly
at the rest of his students with his hand still ruffling the younger's fluffy
hair. Someone leaned over and whispered teacher's petmuch to Jungkook's
annoyance, and he could only glare at his classmate in reply. Unfortunately,
being the youngest in the class who constantly outperforms everyone else has
more cons that its perks. Home schooling in Busan didn't prepare Jungkook to
deal with the stupidity of the majority, including his professor. Why couldn't
the old quack take a hint and lay off him?
 
"Once again, Jeon Jungkook here leads the pack. Very good job you've done there
Jungkook, I'm very proud of your work this time around." His professor turns
his head away from the class to grace Jungkook a smile that practically
spills of his infinite adoration for the other, making Jungkook want to shrink
into his seat even more but instead he forces a smile at the other as a polite
gesture.  
 
"Meanwhile, the rest of you lot here should at least try to show your
potentials because I haven't seen any, apart from Jungkook's. And if you think
you've tried, then try harder and learn to work smarter." His professor finally
takes his presence away from Jungkook, walking over to the front of the class,
only to turn back and let his eyes stray over to his favorite student from time
to time.  
 
"Look through the comments which I've written down on your papers and think of
what I've said earlier. Thank you, and class dismissed." Immediately, Jungkook
shoves his things into his bag and makes a beeline towards the exit in order to
avoid any further embarrassment. With hundreds of students shuffling to get out
at the same time however, wasn't easy for him and a figure from the side shoves
at him, a loud whisper calling him the professor's little bitch. It earned a
few giggles across the room and the next thing Jungkook knew was Jimin pulling
him through the crowd, telling others to shut the fuck up you jealous
dipshits and another voice replied asking why because apparently it's not
rocket science that he's a cheating fag. 
 
It took them a few moments to step out from the lecture hall. "Jungkookie,"
Jimin starts but was cut off when Jungkook tugged his arm away, saying not
nowand walked off hurriedly, head cast downwards because of the stares.
Jungkook plucks out his phone, teeth biting at his lower lip anxiously as he
calls Namjoon because they were supposed to meet today and also because he
needed the other. 
 
"Hey, my class ended Joonie hyung." Jungkook couldn't stop the shaking in his
hand as he pulls the phone close to his ear.
 
"I'm at the left corner outside your uni, Jungkook." Namjoon's firm voice flows
through, to which Jungkook nodded his head in reply even though Namjoon
wouldn't even be able to see him and a strange sense of calmness settles
upon him. It was oddly gratifying. A striking matte black lamborghini sits next
to the sidewalk, and Jungkook slides into the passenger seat gracefully as
Namjoon opens the door for him. "Hello daddy." Jungkook smiles at the other,
eyes crinkling at the corners as Namjoon runs his fingers over Jungkook's pale
cheeks fondly. 
 
Jungkook looks around curiously as Namjoon starts the engine, admiring the
beautiful interior of the car under the gentle sunlight. From the outside
however, everything was hidden from prying eyes, courtesy to the special film
on the windows and other glass panels. His eyes eventually wandered off to
Namjoon's figure, where his head was turned in a way that is just
right, showing off his strong jawline as he reverses the vehicle out and it was
quite a picturesque moment. Jungkook was internally fanning himself over it.
Meeting Namjoon has always been somewhat exhilarating when he needs a shelter
from reality.
 
"Where are we heading off to, daddy?" Jungkook asks sweetly, head tilted
towards the passenger window as he watches other vehicles fly past the car
while his fingers dance around Namjoon's thighs. A loud shrill from his phone
jostles him awake from his daydream, his moment, and he mentally curses himself
for forgetting to turn off the device. His hands slip, where his finger
accidentally grazes at the green button and the next thing was Jimin's voice
filling the small confinement of space and Jimin was being very annoyingly
loud. "Jungkookie, oh god, I was so worried about you especially after -" and
before he could continue, Jungkook had yet again cut him off and ended the call
hastily. He sent a hurried text to his best friend of something like shut it
for now Jiminand switched off the device promptly this time around. He groaned
inwardly at himself. Namjoon's not going to let this pass. 
 
"Rules, Jungkook. Have you forgotten them, pet?" Namjoon asks casually, but
Jungkook knows how much the other hates it when their moment is interrupted in
any way. "Sorry, I forgot to switch it off. Was in a hurry to see you. Won't
you let this slide, daddy?" Namjoon chuckles, and Jungkook almost thought the
matter was dropped until he said "Only if you tell me what happened today."
Jungkook clenches his teeth, almost fuming when he spits out can we not angrily
because the last thing he wanted was his idiot classmates getting in between
Jungkook's time with Namjoon. 
 
"Did you fail your paper or something of that sort, Jungkook? Because this
arrangement wasn't supposed to affect -"
 
"It's not that alright? My studies are just peachy." Too peachy, in fact.
 
The car came to a slow halt, stopping among thousands of other vehicles on the
road as the traffic became congested in central Seoul. "Watch your tone, pet."
Namjoon warns, shifting his attention from the road to Jungkook only to catch
the other looking slightly teary eyed. 
 
"Baby?"
 
"It's just, it's just been a long day, okay?" Jungkook so desperately wants
Namjoon to drop the subject, which the other actually obliged thankfully when
Jungkook veers the conversation away by saying the magic words of so won't you
please make it better for me, daddy?
 
"Well then," Jungkook catches a sly smirk playing on Namjoon's lips, and before
he could react Namjoon had let one hand slip between Jungkook's inner thighs,
cupping Jungkook's cock to which Jungkook let out a squeal in surprise. "Da-
daddy!" Jungkook's heart races as his breathing becomes erratic, feeling
overwhelmingly stuffy in the small confined space inside the vehicle. He felt
strangely exposed, spotting other people stuck in their small confined spaces
on the road just like them, eyes staring straight ahead, all oblivious to
Jungkook and Namjoon's naughty deeds in their little private space. 
 
Long fingered hand rubs over the clothed flesh dangerously close to Jungkook's
crotch, kneading into the supple flesh and Jungkook just yearns. His tight
leather pants did little to nothing to tone down the sensations, possibly even
heightening his senses as they were practically eating into his flesh. Jungkook
knew precisely what type of effect it would have on Namjoon when he chose his
outfit earlier today. Namjoon gives his thigh a good squeeze, holding Jungkook
in a heated gaze that feeds Jungkook's arousal. Instinctively, Jungkook spreads
his thighs apart for Namjoon like the good little boy that he is, inviting the
other to touch him more especially with the way he's been salivating for the
other ever since he entered the car. 
 
"My little slut, so ready to spread yourself wide open for me? Do you think
you're going to get it easy now?" Namjoon chuckles smugly at Jungkook, always
amused at how he has the other around his little finger who would ride it
endlessly. Jungkook huffed childishly, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks as he
realized how shamefully putty he is under Namjoon's control.
 
"But don't you want me, daddy?"
 
"You know that I do, especially when you're in that outfit. God, you look so
fucking hot in that leather pants, Jungkook." 
 
Namjoon's fingers however, trailed up to under Jungkook's loose sweater that
exposes his collarbones beautifully. If Jungkook bent down enough, it would
leave little to Namjoon's imaginations of what was hidden underneath and
Namjoon was very pleased with it. He started from the bottom, fingers leaving a
scorching trail over Jungkook's stomach muscles, gradually working his way up.
Namjoon pinched at a nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger
while giving it an occasional tug, all the while holding his steady gaze at
Jungkook. Jungkook feels himself hardening up under Namjoon's skillful touches,
feeling the painful constrictions in his pants and he mentally bashes himself
up for wearing something so tight.
 
"Off." Wide, innocent looking doe eyes lock with Namjoon's familiar carnal
gaze, and Jungkook asks coyly, "The top or the bottom, daddy?" 
 
"You can keep the pants on Jungkook, but don't blame me when you've nothing to
wear later to the restaurant because you're going to be very wet, darling." 
 
A car honked loudly behind, forcing Namjoon to tear his hand away from a very
flushed Jungkook as he shifted his attention back to the road, releasing a sigh
at the temporary loss of contact. The traffic had unfortunately eased up
slightly, where all other vehicles had practically moved on from their previous
spot except for Namjoon's and all other vehicles behind him. Namjoon
secretly blamed it all on Jungkook for holding up the traffic for wearing his
extremely illegal looking outfit, conveniently skipping over the fact that
their arrangement wasn't even legal to begin with. 
 
"I hate you." Jungkook also hates the way his voice stammers as he grudgingly
obliges Namjoon's order as usual, unzipping his leather pants and pulling it
all the way off just as Namjoon wanted. Jungkook's heady arousal is apparent
underneath his thin layer of boxers, and with Namjoon's full attention on the
road he had nothing to help with his ache between his legs, except for himself
of course. 
 
"Mm, whatever you say dear." Namjoon answers simply, attention too far gone
from Jungkook to the road instead. Not that Jungkook wanted them to get into an
accident, heavens forbid, no, but couldn't Namjoon just use a little ingenuity
to fucking help him? 
 
"You started this, aren't you going to help me?" Jungkook feels ridiculous as
he sits the leather seat of Namjoon's Lamborghini, cruising through the
highways half naked. He would have rolled his eyes and laughed if this happened
to someone else like Jimin for example, yet it's not Jimin but Jeon fucking
Jungkook himself. 
 
"Later Jungkook. Do you even know what's called priorities?" Jungkook wanted to
spit the exact words back at Namjoon but decided against it. 
 
Discreetly so (because daddy hasn't given him his permission to touch
himself), Jungkook reaches underneath his boxers and just very slightly, uses
his thumb to graze on his erection, and oh my fucking god.His eyes flutter shut
as he greedily wraps his hand around his hot member, clutching to the image of
Namjoon's fingers snaking around his erection instead and gives himself a few
good pumps. Jungkook's breath hisses through his teeth as his thumb moves on a
circular motion around the head, his hips jerking into his hand as he does so,
no, his daddy's hand, and it would have felt infinitely better if there wasn't
a seat belt restraining his motions. 
 
"Ha-h-" Jungkook's stares at the man next to him as he exhales, eyes half-
lidded as he drowns in the intoxicating lusts that always get the better of
him. "What do you think you're doing, Jungkook?" Namjoon's biting tone didn't
help a bit to ease his lust for the other. 
 
"You know, Namjoon, being so loaded and all. Aah-" His fingers seem to have
their own agenda as they pump faster at the sound of Namjoon's disapproving
voice, because a disapproving Namjoon means a punishment time for later, and a
punishment time means - fuckfuckfuck.He's already feeling wet down below as he
smears precum all over his member, thumbing his slit like how Namjoon
would, his actions getting more desperate because the thought of what's going
down tonight or who's going downlater gets him a little too eager.
 
"As I - aah - was saying, daddy. Being so loaded and all -" His other free hand
moves under his sweater to continue Namjoon's earlier work, tugging his nipples
and leaving scratch marks all over his chest as he imagined Namjoon working on
him. "Yeah, daddy, you should invest - mmf-" Jungkook bites into his bottom lip
as he feels himself getting close, completely ignorant of his surrounding, like
how Namjoon seem to have been clenching around the steering wheel like their
lives depended on it (which maybe their lives did because one slip of his hand
would send both of them crashing). 
 
"Invest in those self-driving cars, daddy." Jungkook giggled breathlessly at
his own words like how a drunk would, except that he isn't drunk like an
alcoholic but drunk in his own lust, and with a final tug he lets out a harsh
moan and sent himself spilling all over his hand and boxers. Fuck."Just so we
could have sex in the car whenever you want to, Jungkook?" Coming down from his
high, Jungkook finally focus on his surroundings and notice that Namjoon had
already parked the car right in front of the restaurant. The older man had his
head tilted as he observes Jungkook from the side, eyebrows shot up in
amusement while Jungkook catches up with his breathing. 
 
"Yeah."
 
"That was a good show, Jungkook." 
 
"Mmm, thanks daddy. How do I look right now?"
 
"Illegal." Namjoon whispers. Sighing, he takes Jungkook's soiled hand into his
own mouth, licking each digit clean as he stares into Jungkook, smirking.
Jungkook's insides clenches tight as his breath hitches. 
 
"Take off your boxers, sweetheart and let's get you cleaned up." Jungkook does
as Namjoon instructed, feeling like a guilt-ridden child as Namjoon helps him
out of his soiled article. Before Jungkook could protest, Namjoon had already
taken Jungkook's boxers and used the clean side to wipe away the excess fluid
on Jungkook, humming lightly as he does so.
 
"Wait, stop! What am I going to wear now, Joonie?" 
 
"Your leather pants?" 
 
"Underneath it, daddy." He hissed desperately, hoping Namjoon would at least be
a little understanding of his situation. 
 
"Why, nothing, Jungkook." Namjoon smirked at the other, the feeling of victory
washing over him, bathing him in pure pleasure after what Jungkook had put him
through on the road earlier. "Nobody's going to know, Jungkook. Now hurry up
and get dressed." 
 
"I hate you, daddy."
 
"Mm. Love you too, dear."
 
Chapter End Notes
     For those looking forward to Taehyung's appearance, we'll need about
     2 more chapters to go
***** Namjoon *****
Chapter Notes
     This is a continuation from the last chap ~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"We should just order take-outs." Jungkook tugs at Namjoon's designer suit with
an almost zero care at how the material wrinkles in his fingers as he glances
around, trudging reluctantly behind Namjoon as they walk through a
garden towards the ancient hanok converted to a restaurant. Everything around
him screams expensive and posh, a small voice in his head telling him that he
doesn't belong to a place like this dressed up like that. Definitely not a
place for a poor university student like him, even though Namjoon's paying for
his share. 
 
"Nonsense. There's no way we're going back home right after driving through the
shitty traffic, Jungkook." 
 
"I don't feel hungry, Joonie hyung." Jungkook whines petulantly as Namjoon
pulls him closer, preventing the other from hiding behind him as he walks
towards the entrance of the restaurant, his fingers digging into the other's
behind conveniently as he does so. One of Namjoon's finger presses into
Jungkook's clothed ass cheeks and Jungkook's breath hitches at the tingling
sensation, his words stuck in his constricted throat.
 
"Why suddenly so quiet, baby?" Namjoon asks, his voice laced with a kind of
deceitful sweetness that Jungkook is all too familiar with. Jungkook's cute
bunny teeth chew on his own lower lip as the other's finger prods lightly at
the same area rhythmically, feeling the heat creeping up to his cheeks and ears
under the unwanted attention on his ass. "You know, if we go home right now you
could have me instead?" Jungkook whispers breathlessly into the other's ear as
he playfully wriggles his ass back into Namjoon's finger, disregarding the fact
that they're both in public because Namjoon's the one with the
responsibilities while they're together. Any incident that they do potentially
get into would fall into Namjoon's list of matters to handle, since Namjoon's
the daddy. 
 
"You won't have dinner out with me?" Namjoon shifts his hand away from Jungkook
as he eyes the other, his facial expression unreadable.
 
"This place is spells adult and expensive." Jungkook pouts at the other.
 
"Then that's not even a valid concern. It is a birthday celebration dinner you
know." A low chuckle reverberates in his chest as Namjoon once again pulls the
other towards him, this time placing his hand appropriately on Jungkook's
shoulder as they approach a uniformed woman standing at the entrance, ready to
serve the customers. Namjoon nods at her as she ushers them into the place,
walking them to a private room among others. "You mean it's your birthday
today?" Jungkook finds himself shuffling closer against the other as they walk
along the hallway, keeping his voice low as he asks because the whole place is
eerily quiet except for the muffled laughter and Korean traditional music
seeping through the gaps of the sliding doors. 
 
Namjoon looks at the other funnily as they settle down in their private dining
room, amused at how oblivious Jungkook can be at times. 
 
"Dinner will be served soon, Mr. Kim." She smiles warmly at both Namjoon and
Jungkook while giving a 90-degree bow, sliding the door close and leaving the
two of them in their happy bubble. A flustered Jungkook bows back from his seat
quickly, obviously uncomfortable with fact that a woman triple his age was
bowing at him.
 
"Jungkook, for someone who's supposedly excellent in his studies you can be
really dense sometimes." 
 
"You mean we're not celebrating your birthday?"
 
"We're celebrating yours." Namjoon raises his eyebrows expectantly, mentally
willing for the gears in Jungkook's mind to actually click and understand the
moment.
 
"Oh. Oh." Jungkook's eyes widen in surprise, his voice turning extra soft like
feather as the realization hits him while he stares shyly back at the other.
"Thank you, daddy. You didn't have to." Jungkook takes the other's hand into
his, leans in just slightly and places a chaste kiss to the back of Namjoon's
palm, his eyes crinkling at the corners just as he does so. "I want to. I know
it's a little late, seeing as both of us were caught up with something
else last week, but it's better late than never. Hmm?" Namjoon flips his hand
under Jungkook's hold, cupping the other's face as he thumbs at the other's
cherry red lips, his thoughts drifting from how cute Jungkook looks right now
to how he wants to ruin his pretty little boy later tonight. His thumb circles
around Jungkook plush lips slowly, forcing the other to allow entry as he
thrusts his thumb into the other's moist cavern, allowing Jungkook to close
around him as he sucks the other languidly. 
 
Jungkook's poor heart skips a little bit each time he spots a shadow passing by
their place, secretly enjoying the thrill under the prospect of being seen by
others. It's the unpredictability of the moment that sends his blood coursing
through his veins, keeping his body alive and needy. 
 
Just like Namjoon.
 
"Concentrate, Jungkook." Namjoon pushes the whole of his thumb further in,
scraping against the back of Jungkook's throat as he spots how distracted the
other has become. Cold, calculating fingers clasps around the other's chin
firmly as Namjoon angles Jungkook's gaze towards himself, his own features
expressionless while he watches Jungkook struggles to not cough as he continues
rubbing the pad of his thumb at the back of Jungkook's throat. "You're expected
to do better than that later tonight, Jungkook. This is just child's play."
Namjoon speaks noncommittally as he slides his thumb out from the other,
rubbing saliva on Jungkook's lips while appreciating how the other's lips
glisten under the light.
 
"Yes, daddy." Jungkook answers dutifully as regards the other, this time taking
care not to let himself be distracted, his urge to please
Namjoon overtaking his senses. As much as Jungkook wants to be punished by his
daddy, adding to the list of punishments would only spell trouble because
Namjoon only tolerates his childish behavior to a certain extent. The last he
wants is to be a disgraceful sobbing mess, denied of his pleasure because he's
been a naughty little boy who haven't been listening to his daddy. 
 
"Good boy." Namjoon ruffles the other's hair at the answer, and Jungkook thinks
that he caught a hint of sadistic smile playing on Namjoon's lips at that
moment but it was gone too soon. Dinner is served soon after, the table laden
with an assortment of traditional dishes, mostly which Jungkook has only seen
on the TV screen. They remind him of those dishes served to the royalty in the
Joseon era. Everything suddenly looks daunting and oh god the dishes are so so
pretty. Jungkook takes a tentative bite into his kimchi (one of the few things
that he could identify much to his embarrassment) as Namjoon looks at him
expectantly, only to have the other frowning at him in return.
 
"Jungkook." 
 
"Yes?" 
 
"I didn't take you out to eat just to have you munch on the side dishes,
Jungkook." 
 
"It's just, I've never tried these dishes before. They look pretty foreign to
me. And they're too beautiful to be eaten up, daddy." His voice is small as he
explains, staring at the food in awe because it's as if he's been transported
back in time. Namjoon laughs loudly at his reaction much to Jungkook's
annoyance, a carefree infectious laughter of that sort and Jungkook forgives
him just a little, because it's one of those little moments that has Namjoon
acting like his age, looking happy and contented with life. 
 
"I can't help it if my pauper side decides to show up, Joonie." Jungkook huffs
playfully as he looks at the other, only to catch Namjoon staring at him with a
burning intensity and suddenly it's the old Namjoon back once more. Jungkook
leans in as cold fingers stroke his cheeks softly, knowing better than to look
away and instead he faces the other with a furious blush on his cheeks. 
 
"Here, try this. It's my favorite." Namjoon picks at a dish and raises his
chopsticks right in front of Jungkook's mouth, taking the full opportunity
to enjoy himself as Namjoon feeds him. "And Jungkook, there's no such thing as
a pauper side to you. You're just so-," he trails off as Jungkook picks at the
dishes and places them on Namjoon's bowl carefully, trying to not mess up the
intricate decorations adorning the dishes, already too distracted by the
explosion of flavors in his mouth and his need to fill Namjoon's bowl up.
 
"Hmm?" Namjoon finds the words stuck in his chest as he meets Jungkook's bright
innocent eyes, the other still chewing on enthusiastically much to Namjoon's
delight. Jungkook can be so disarming at times, allowing that temporary moment
of weightlessness to flood the other and Namjoon almost feel the reigns of
control slipping through of his fingers. 
 
"You're staring too much, Joonie." Jungkook smirks at the other, his tone
teasing.
 
"Maybe," Namjoon whispers as he cups Jungkook's nape, pulling Jungkook close
with unrivaled gentleness as he breathes his promise to the other. "Oh, you
have no idea what daddy wants to do to his little slut tonight, Jungkook.", his
tone deceivingly warm and light. Tonight. Tonight Jungkook will know who holds
the control between them. He takes it upon himself to make sure Jungkook
understands. Jungkook could feel a shiver run through his body as
Namjoon whispers to him, making him swallow nervously, suddenly aware of how
dry his mouth has become. Behind Namjoon's gentle facade however, Jungkook
could see an obvious glint of restrained lust and wickedness in Namjoon's dark
orbs, waiting to be unleashed at the right moment. Those orbs speak of desires
too dirty to be spoken out loud and Jungkook could only anticipate.
Lusty Namjoon, in Jungkook's view, is brilliantly handsome.
 
"Now eat, Jungkook. We have a whole night ahead of us." Namjoon breaks the
silence between them, his tone commanding in a way that makes Jungkook wants to
submit to the other. 
 
"Yes, daddy."
 
~~~
 
The moment the apartment door shuts with a soft click, Namjoon has the younger
male pinned against it, slamming his entire weight against Jungkook in a
demanding manner. Jungkook needs to be taught that only Namjoon may have
control over the younger one, not the other way round. Naughty boys should not
be allowed too much freedom in Namjoon's humble opinion.
 
Jungkook whimpers as Namjoon fists his hair harshly, yanking soft, fluffy hair
down as he helps himself by nipping harshly at Jungkook's exposed neck. A low
hiss escapes from Jungkook's soft lips as Namjoon rubs his knee up against the
younger male's crotch, resulting in Jungkook gripping onto Namjoon's torso as
if holding on for dear life as pain mixes with pleasure deliciously. Jungkook
has that overwhelming desire to thrust his hips out against Namjoon to feed his
needy desire for friction, except that Namjoon has somehow gained control over
the other, setting Jungkook's senses on fire. 
 
Oh how his neck burns as Namjoon's other hand scrapes into his milky white
skin, leaving trails of the most unique shade of red around his neck, beautiful
branches twisting around each other as he paints blooming cherry blossoms on
them with his skillful mouth. Namjoon savors the metallic hint of blood on the
other's skin that is mixed with cold sweat and tears, lapping it up with his
hot tongue as he gazes down at the other, his eyes pooled with hidden emotions,
mostly of lust and a tinge of superiority over the other male. 
 
"Pain, daddy." Jungkook feels utterly dominated Namjoon as he voices out in a
strangled sob, a new wave of confusion and helplessness sweeping over him,
suddenly shameful of his arousal after what Namjoon has been doing to him. 
 
"Accept it Jungkook, it's my other gift to you." His voice is firm and
strangely sweet like honey, because Jungkook deserved what he got and he
deserves more from Namjoon. Namjoon releases the other and cards his hands
through Jungkook's dark locks, his newfound gentleness numbing the other.
Namjoon slowly loops his arms around the Jungkook's smaller frame, hands
massaging into the other's nape and scalp in a calming manner as Namjoon rests
his head against the other's, dimpled cheeks finding their ways into Jungkook's
vision. Only Namjoon, and no one else. What is he hesitating for?
 
"Yes, daddy."
 
"Yes and what else?"
 
"Thank you, daddy." Jungkook's neck still burns as a painful reminder of
Namjoon's earlier careless treatment of him as he answers, his shameful arousal
tight in his jeans while he anticipates eagerly.  
 
"That's right. Naughty boys like you should accept their punishments without
any objections." Namjoon smirks at the other in a condescending way, having the
full intent of enjoying himself tonight. 
 
"Tell me, Jungkook, what have you done wrong today to displease daddy?" 
 
"I-I touched myself without daddy's permission." 
 
"Not entirely accurate, pet." Namjoon grips the other's chin, forcing Jungkook
to look up to him, eyes dreamy in a lust-fueled haze. Only Namjoon could make
Jungkook look so ethereal.
 
"What else?" Namjoon demands, his adult patience thinning after what Jungkook
has put him through earlier.
 
"I touched myself when daddy was driving?" Jungkook hesitates, unsure of what
exactly Namjoon is trying to point towards, hoping that he answers it right
being the good boy that he is. 
 
"That's right." Namjoon smiles, removing himself from the other as he shifts to
the living room, relaxing into the plush seat as comfortably as he can with a
growing arousal between his legs. Faint glowing lights from the outside stream
through the floor to ceiling windows, encasing Namjoon in a warm glow, as if
the other male is emitting a faint radiance of his own. 
 
"Strip." He orders Jungkook as he sits in his throne, watching the other with
an aching longing as Jungkook pulls his sweater away from his skin, enjoying
the way the other shiver reluctantly as the cold air hits his skin mercilessly.
Jungkook's little tongue pokes out at the corner of his mouth as clammy hands
undo the button of his jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper to allow his
throbbing member spring free, and oh how his cock throbs as he feels a pair of
deadly eyes on him, scanning his body like a product to be used thoroughly.
"Daddy," Jungkook calls the other with a soft whine as he stands next to the
door, rooted in his place as his daddy hasn't given him the permission to
move. 
 
"Come here." Namjoon pats his laps, enjoying the way Jungkook almost
throws himself on the elder in his hastiness. "So eager to please daddy?" Long,
skilled fingers pry open Jungkook's mouth before the other could answer, and
Jungkook sucks on them prettily, savoring the saltiness in as he flicks his
tongue around the other. A small moan escapes from his lips as Jungkook
grinds his hips against the other, the small buckle on Namjoon's belt doing
wonders on him as it grazes on his sensitive skin. "As pretty as you look right
now pet, doing that won't earn you any brownie points. Focus only on sucking
them long and hard, Jungkook. Don't blame daddy if it hurts later, I won't
help." Namjoon growls dangerously at Jungkook, his other free hand pining the
younger one down on his hips because greedy Jungkook wouldn't stop moving. 
 
"I-I'm ready, daddy." Jungkook releases Namjoon's fingers as he tells the other
a few moments later, a small trickling of saliva rolling down his chin and
Namjoon could not help but lap it up with his burning tongue on the other. 
 
"Yeah?" Namjoon's voice is raw and Jungkook spots a devilish grin on the
other's face.
 
"Uh hu-Oh god, it fucking hurts!" Jungkook trembled and twitched as Namjoon
shoves three fingers past his rim, his movements continuing in a slow and
purposeful manner despite Jungkook's protests next to him, his head
drooping down against the other's shoulder. "Breathe, baby." Namjoon continues
his scissoring motion in the other, his other hand digging into Jungkook's hips
to keep him still as Jungkook sneakily tries to wriggle away. "You're so tight,
Jungkook. I can barely move my fingers." Namjoon coos at the other who has his
eyes squeezed shut as pulsating pain thrums in his veins, lips parted only to
leave harsh breath against Namjoon's shoulder. Fresh tears once again form at
the corner of Jungkook's eyelids, threatening to spill and wash away whatever
pride he still has in front of Namjoon. "You have to relax if you want daddy to
go deeper, Jungkook." 
 
"Ca-can you touch me please, daddy?" Jungkook cannot believe his own ears, him
turning into a stuttering mess in front of Kim Namjoon like a girl confessing
to her crush on Valentine's day. Still, his bottom burns and he definitely
needs a distraction if Namjoon wants to be stubborn and literally break him. 
 
"No, it's part of the punishment. Remember?" 
 
Kim Namjoon can be so infuriating at times.
 
"What bullshit." Jungkook spits the words at the other as Namjoon denies his
request, immediately regretting saying them as Namjoon's fingers thrusts deeper
into him, filling his senses with a hungry burn. Jungkook sobs and gasps as
Namjoon works his way through the other, finally venturing deep enough for him
to crook his fingers towards the usual spot and Jungkook practically mewls in
pleasure. "There, there! Please, daddy!" Pleading eyes stray to Namjoon's
hungry ones as Namjoon graces the other with a rhythmic push and pull, taking
in the sight of how Jungkook's facial features would contort from one of
unbridled pain to one of pure ecstasy in mere seconds. 
 
Jungkook's cock is hot and hard against his abdomen, knowing that for even the
slightest touch and he would definitely be able to come if Namjoon would have
some mercy on him. Except that Kim Namjoon isn't a generous soul when it comes
to sex, and true to that, Namjoon removes his fingers from his inside without
warning, leaving Jungkook's rim to clench around nothingness. 
 
"Daddy-"
 
"Hush now." Namjoon locks his gaze with the other, his eyes dancing with a kind
of dark humor that Jungkook's childish side wants to smack away. "Oh god,
fucking-" Jungkook gasps as Namjoon replaces his fingers by pushing a vibrator
up his ass, the vibrator turned to an agonizing low hum next to
Jungkook's prostate that practically does nothing except to fill him up. 
 
"That's fucking unfair." Jungkook looks absolutely crestfallen as his member
throbs achingly between his legs, body arched in a non-helpful way because
Namjoon wouldn't help him by moving the vibrator. 
 
"On your knees and suck daddy off good, and we'll see what we can do about that
huh?" Namjoon grins at the other. Jungkook nearly drops to the floor as he
shuffles out of Namjoon's grip, his thighs trembling from all the exertion
earlier. "Do it right this time around, Jungkook, and you'll receive your
reward. So don't you fucking dare to stop in the middle of it, alright?" 
 
"Yes, daddy." Jungkook murmurs as he shifts towards Namjoon's clothed cock,
mouthing at the very obvious tent that has formed underneath it as his tongue
nudges at Namjoon's erection, teasing it. Namjoon's groans makes Jungkook want
to do better. Dutifully, he removes Namjoon's belt and heads for the button and
zipper next, eyes trained curiously on what's beneath the zipper and what's
beneath Namjoon's underwear even though he's seen it plentiful times, always
curious and impressed with Namjoon's girth and length. Despite Jungkook's
tendency to always hurry things up especially when they have to do with instant
gratification, Jungkook loves taking his own sweet time unraveling Namjoon with
his cute little mouth, ruining the elder one on those rare instances. Today's
not one of those days, unfortunately for Jungkook who has a vibrator shoved up
his ass pitifully. 
 
"How do you want it, pet?"
 
"Hard and fast, daddy. Please?"
 
"Then get on with it." Namjoon snaps, his eyes lusty with dirty intentions.
Without wasting any more of his precious time, Jungkook takes Namjoon's
erection out, palming its underside as his fingers curl around it softly, his
other hand pulling Namjoon's underwear and pants halfway off. "No cheating,
dear." Namjoon hisses at the other, his tone warning Jungkook to not do
anything funny because Namjoon only wants his mouth. "I'm no-mmf," Both
individuals let out involuntary moans as Namjoon thrusts his dick right into
Jungkook's mouth, cutting the other off because the rule to every fucking
blowjob is no talking and Jungkook was taking too fucking long to do his job.
"Relax your jaw, Jungkook. Breathe!" Namjoon groans again when Jungkook starts
to cough as Namjoon hits the back of his throat, the bitter taste of precum
mixed with saliva filling Jungkook's senses to the brim. Against his instincts
to stop and push Namjoon off, Jungkook tightens his lips around the other's
hard length, his fingers clenching tight around Namjoon's calves. 
 
"That's right. Hah, hold yourself there, baby." Namjoon cards his fingers into
Jungkook's hair, gripping the back of his head tightly as he fucks into the
other, not trusting Jungkook to not let go. Precum mixed with saliva dribble
out of the other's mouth despite Jungkook's attempt to have his lips locked
around Namjoon's dick, but it didn't matter to Namjoon who has his head thrown
back in bliss, his thrusts turning erratic. Namjoon cocks his head sideways to
look down at his pet, who apparently is choking quite a bit, and like the
generous soul that he is, Namjoon decides that Jungkook has had enough despite
how close Namjoon is to coming in the other. Strong arms pull Jungkook up from
the floor towards the other man, and with a hurried haste Namjoon has Jungkook
pinned down against the sofa, this time intending on fucking his Jungkook right
and proper. No more games, no more teasing. 
 
Jungkook has his legs spread out wantonly as Namjoon removes the vibrator from
his ass, only to have the elder male slamming into younger one, his thrusts
rough and vigorous. Coherent thoughts fly out of Jungkook's mind at that
moment, and his mouth could only release small moans and whines as his daddy
wrecks him, both of them at nearing their limits after all of that earlier. 
 
"Jungkook. Oh Jungkook, come for me, will you?" As Jungkook's name tumbles from
Namjoon's lips coupled with a few tugs at his flushed dick, Namjoon finally
grants his little boy his sweet release, Jungkook's harsh cry spiraling
Namjoon into a sticky mess too as he comes undone. Soft breaths fill the
otherwise silent room as Jungkook lies next to Namjoon, feeling utterly sore
and definitely satisfied. 
 
"My fucking ass hurts, Namjoon. I'm going to have a hard time moving." 
 
"I know." Namjoon laughs, zero hint of regret in his tone. 
 
"That's why you should stay the night here." 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Hey there, I rly apologize for the super slow update. My January was
     busy and Feb is gonna be worse :/
     I'll try to update if i have the time
     I think it's time to throw Taehyung in for the next chapter lol
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