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The Pretty Jock

"Kim Namjoon was the most sought after jock on their college campus, but he didn't find any interest in romance.

Nor being a bottom, for that matter.

Jeon Jungkook was the shy boy at the back of the class, keeping himself hidden away and only talking to a select few of the freshmen class, he stayed to himself most of the time.

On the night of Jimin and Hoseok's frat party, however, Namjoon was shocked to see Jungkook present.

Especially when he pushed him to the wall.

“You’ve been watching me all night, waiting so patiently for me to come to you. Now I’m here, let me reward you.” " Pairing: Jock!Namjoon x Nerd!Jungkook Genre: Rivals to lovers | Enemies to lovers!AU | Romance, Smut, a lot of teasing and pining

Warnings: alcohol consumption, a lot of sass from Jungkook, dominance battles, foreplay, obscene language, fingering, orgasms, anal, Jungkook has a potty mouth when it comes to dirty talk, Joonie's an anal virgin, first-time subbing, Joonie's a good sub, Jungkook is a demonic dominant.

Word Count: 4.9K Author's Note: I'm back with yet another story for you all, my first ever one-shot no less! I have to say after the Proof photos dropped I couldn't help but think about the possibilities of Joon being a sub, especially to Jungkook, so here it is! This is my second work after Fibreglass Hearts, which I am pausing updates of temporarily until I'm happier to continue with the storyline, but in the meantime - enjoy this filth 😂 - Bri

Rainbow glows of random light fixtures attached to the ground illuminated the dark house party, echoed by the bass that was bouncing against the walls whilst students drank from their red cups topped up with cheap supermarket beer and spirits. This was the college experience, Namjoon thought to himself, chuckling as he laid back on one of the brown leather arm chairs of his best friends Jimin and Hoseok’s home. As his eyes pried around the soiree, his gaze hardened when seeing Hoseok’s head tilted back in bliss, his eyes feathered shut as delicate kisses were peppered down his neck by his boyfriend Min Yoongi, one of the cutest freshmans that everyone wanted to snap up. With his short height, gummy smile, and venomous attitude to anyone who teased him for those exact features, Yoongi was heavily sought after and many envied Hoseok for being the first to make a move. “Lucky bastard.” Namjoon muttered, taking another sip of his whiskey and Coke.

As his eyes continued to scour the music, he felt his vision blur as the lack of food mixed with the high percentage of alcohol as he was on his fourth cup of the night, but he could have sworn his eyes weren’t failing him when he saw Jeon Jungkook hiding in the corner. Hands buried in the pockets of his black jeans, his slouched position against the wall gave away how large his pecs were clinging to his black short-sleeved tee, a silver dog tag prominently resting square in his chest. Namjoon’s breath was snatched at the sight.

“You okay, Joon?” Jin chuckled, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulders as he noticed the dazed stare from afar. “Who are you checking out?”

Namjoon’s head snapped back towards Jin’s, eyes blown wide (and not just from the alcohol) as his words failed him, but within a second of silently gawking he shook his head and let out a low grunt, trying to reform his strong and powerful stance that he was popular for. “N-Nothing. I just can’t believe that of all the people in this college, Yoongi chose Hoseok. ” He laughed groughly, hiding his sweating palms in his jeans as he looked up at the science major in suspicion. “How come you came over here, hmm? What happened to Taehyung?” He gested, wiggling his eyebrows as he tried to get under Jin’s skin at the mention of his regular hook-up. Jin groaned and threw his head back, letting out a loud whine that would have stolen everyone’s attention had the music not been so loud and the crowd being in their own worlds. “Had to go take Jimin to bed after he drank too much... Besides, he’s teasing the shit out of me!” A deep chuckle left Namjoon’s chest as he saw Jin’s exaggeration “is your poor ego crushed?” He cooed, petting his friend’s head as he donned a childish pout and clutched his heart. “Maybe if you stopped acting like a brat and showed him what you were truly like, you’d get a moment together.” “And what? Let him dick me down? Me? No, darling. I don’t let anyone take me to bed unless I have them shaking and begging for me” Jin huffed, standing up and shaking his head at such an idea from Namjoon “I will get him. Just watch.” Namjoon laughed as he saw Jin stalk away, making him shake his head at his friend’s attitude that was always exuberated when alcohol flowed through his body. “What a strange little man…” He noted, his head turning towards the wall he once saw Jungkook leaning against. It was now empty.

“Looking for someone?” A low voice gruffed, snapping Namjoon to look above him, his eyes widened in surprise of the boy he once stared at from afar right in front of him.

“Jungkook-” “It’s rude to stare, you know?” He snapped. Namjoon gulped.

“What are you even doing here?” He snorted, trying to hide his falter at the freshman’s sass. “I came over here because my best friend is currently giving your friend a lap dance and I want to go home.” Jungkook huffed, pointing to Yoongi grinding on Hoseok. Namjoon’s face flushed at how provocative the couple were being before he shook his head and looked back at the male before him. “And what does that have to do with me?”

“I want to go home. With you.”

Namjoon felt his eyes bulge out of his head “Wh-What?”

“You heard me. You’ve been sitting here all night looking so high and mighty but I know you’re touch deprived. I saw the way you stared me down, do you really think you were slick with your advances?” Jungkook scoffed, grabbing Namjoon’s hand and pulling him up swiftly, pressing their chests together as he feathered his lips to his ear.

“You’ve been watching me all night, waiting so patiently for me to come to you. Now I’m here, let me reward you.”

Namjoon felt the wind leave his lungs, his head setting off alarms at his guard being dropped so fast, but he allowed his body to take over as velvet lips brushed against his own, his feet stumbling backwards until he felt the cold of the wall behind them. Jungkook was kissing him. Jungkook was kissing him . This wasn’t right, it shouldn’t be so right. Namjoon was the dominant in every relationship, he should be the one making Jungkook melt. With a low grunt, he swiftly pushed Jungkook to the wall, flipping their positions as he lodged his knee between the latter’s legs, briskly massaging the bulge that was forming in Jungkook’s tight jeans. “I don’t sub for just anyone” Namjoon grunted, pressing his lips to Jungkook’s neck and blooming dark hickeys and drawing blood, panting between every one.

“You really think you can top me?” Jungkook cooed condescendingly, laughing as he gripped Namjoon’s white shirt, not caring if he was stretching the fabric as he brought the senior to his eye level. “Look how cute you are, thinking you can top me. Let me guess, you’re going to feel your pride threatened and try to pin me down so your friends don’t know how much I can make you scream. After all, to you and all of your friends I simply just like books and grades… A nerd like me shouldn’t care about parties like this, right?” Jungkook tilted his head, tauntingly smirking as he shook his head in dissatisfaction.

“That’s not how I work, sweet stuff.”

Namjoon let out a gasp as he felt his shirt released, and he lost his balance as he stumbled backwards, convinced he’d fall until a strong hand grabbed his wrist, yanking him up the stairs at a speed he could only describe as whiplash.

Jungkook didn’t care about the room he went to, instantly slamming the door shut and pushing Namjoon against the inner frame, looking him up and down with dark predatory eyes and his lips curled into a bemused smirk. “Well don’t you look cute, hmm? So pliant, so angelic in your little white shirt… Look at your fluffy hair too! If I knew any better, I’d say you’re an innocent good boy, not a bad bone in you… Such a pretty thing stood for me.” His voice went south, travelling to the shell of Namjoon’s ear and he paused.

Namjoon sucked in a breath. Jungkook sneered. “I love breaking pretty things.”

Namjoon’s emotions were whipped up in a frenzy like a hurricane. He gave in to Jungkook’s dominance, his body tingling with excitement as he allowed the man above him to straddle over his waist, his hands instantly crawling up to feel at the latter’s bare skin as he pulled away his shirt.

Jungkook tsked, pulling Namjoon’s hands away in an instant. “Sorry cutie, hands off.”

Namjoon whimpered, causing both their eyes to widen at the sudden noise. “Fuck!” Jungkook hissed, staring down at Namjoon’s shyness at his body’s betrayal, “You’re just so cute your body’s craving me and yet you still think you can top me?” He taunted, chuckling when seeing a small head shake from the male below him. “That’s what I thought… Do you trust me, Joonie?” He cooed seeing his nod. “Perfect.” Jungkook gripped the white material of Namjoon’s shirt, pulling it above his head in seconds and his eyes flickered down his chest, smiling in amusement at the purpling hickeys he’d engraved onto his neck and collarbones downstairs shining against his tanned skin. “Baby you look so beautiful like this, laid out for me and ready to be marked up… Let me guess, you like a bit of pain, hmm?” He taunted, toying one of the latter’s nipples in his fingers before twisting it and letting Namjoon’s moans fill the room. “What a sin you are,” Jungkook chuckled, his lips locking with the jock’s once more. His breathing was intense, his chest rising and falling with anticipation as sweat beaded on his forehead at the sexual frustration, Namjoon was struggling to cope with the teasing. “J-Jungk–”

“Hush, baby. Let me have my fun.” Jungkook scolded, lightly pulling on the other nipple before taking it into his mouth.

This has to be a dream, it has to be , Namjoon thought to himself, squirming at the saliva heating his chest. He was bewildered at the very idea of Jungkook, the boy who would sit on the bleachers doing his algebra homework whilst he was out on the field as the captain of his college’s football team, the same Jungkook that would repulse at any sort of skinship between brothers when he witnessed Hoseok and Jin bump chests and cascade into a typical ‘bro-hug’, the same Jungkook that would never so much as speak to him, is now trapping him under his body, teasing him into a whimpering mess. If it were a dream, Namjoon didn’t want to wake up.

Jungkook yanked Namjoon out of his thoughts as he pulled away from the latter’s chest, making Namjoon instantly pant and cry out at the loss of touch. Jungkook cooed as he saw nothing but a baby under him, a frail little sub who needed nothing more than pleasure and affection. “It’s okay baby, we’ll get you filled up in no time,” He chastised, chuckling when hearing a small gasp from the bottom’s lips. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take perfect care of you, hmm?” Namjoon nodded meekly. Pulling his body up when he felt Jungkook get off him, making room to pull Namjoon free from his jeans as well as his own, showing off his toned thighs which were just as strong as his arms. Namjoon was astonished to see Jungkook was so well-built as he hid his body away in college under hoodies and flannel shirts. But at a time like now, he couldn’t help but not stare.

“You like what you see, baby?” Jungkook teased, reeling in the shy nods he received from Namjoon before he delicately cupped his face. “I know I’m surprising you a lot, but do you want me to continue?” Namjoon nodded again and Jungkook tutted. “I need words, baby. You need to tell me.” “I-I want to continue” Namjoon mumbled, his eyes tinted with adoration at Jungkook’s care for him, watching his eyelashes fan his face when he blinked and scanned the latter’s face for any uncertainty. Once convinced that Namjoon was happy to continue, Jungkook hummed and nodded, pulling a small bottle of lubricant from the back pocket of his jeans and flicking the tiny cap open. He looked up and down Namjoon’s body, which was one pair of boxers away from full nudity, much like his own. He groaned at the thought. “You’re so beautiful, how you could hide your perfection in your cocky attitude is really such a shame” Jungkook cooed, pulling Namjoon’s legs to straddle before him once more as he locked eyes with the whimpering jock again. “Can I remove these, baby?”

There it is again. Baby . Every time the pet name fell from Jungkook’s lips he felt somersaults in his stomach and his words failed him, causing him to tremble a small nod which was soon replaced by a whimper when feeling a light spank on his inner right thigh.

“I told you baby, I need words.” Jungkook repeated, his tone stern but his eyes laced with worry that he was going hard on the boy.

“Y-Yes… Fuck, just do it already!” Namjoon hissed, the coil in his stomach mounting as his patience wore thin, “Put your hands all over me Jungkook I swear to god I will- Why are you laughing?” Namjoon hissed, growling at the latter. “Who would’ve thought you’d be begging me to touch you, hmm? And it seems like my little baby is losing his cool at that… Oh how it makes me want to tease you more.” Jungkook winked, laughing when Namjoon glared at him in annoyance. “Don’t worry baby, I won’t be that cruel on you tonight… Another night, however…” “There won’t be another night if you don’t start touching me, Jeon.” Namjoon snapped, but soon gasped feeling a strong force around his throat.

“At what point did I say you could talk back to me, hmm?” Jungkook sneered, his dominance kicking back into full-swing as he choked Namjoon but not to the point of winding him. He saw the shock on the elder’s face, the way his heart started to race underneath him, he knew Namjoon’s threatening demeanour was all talk. It’s cute.

“J-J–Jun…-” “Ah, ah, baby… Call me hyung. ”

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he stared at the latter in disbelief “wh-wh…” “Can you do that, baby? Can you call me hyung? I’ll give you what you want if you behave nicely.” “H-Hyung…” Namjoon spluttered, gasping for breath when Jungkook loosened his grip, but his voice hitched when he was flipped onto his stomach, his face flat in the soft black silk below them, replacing the comfort his boxers once held around his throbbing member as the undergarments were swiped away. “God, you don’t realise how long I’ve wanted to hear that from your throat, do you baby?” Jungkook grunted, the audible squirt of lube being poured onto his hand had Namjoon reeling in anticipation, feverish to feel his touch. “And look at you, all laid out for me just begging for this ass to eat my fingers. Do you think you can take them, baby? Think your little hole can handle me?” Namjoon nodded vigorously, panting as he felt his rim circled with the cool liquid. Jungkook cooed at the eagerness of the plush mounts rising towards his delicate presses, Namjoon’s panting the only sound filling the room as he whimpered “H-Hyung please…” “Please, what ?” Jungkook blew softly onto his ass, Namjoon squealed. “Please! P-Put your fingers in me! Stretch me and get me ready for your cock! I want it! N-No, I need it!!” The once mighty jock sobbed, his hand grasping the sheets below him as an anchor for his body that was pulsating with heat at this point. It was too much. Too much teasing. He needed Jungkook. Needed him now . “Well…” Jungkook pondered, smirking as he felt the guttural whines of the sub below him, “I suppose since you begged so cutely, I should give you what you want hmm?”

“Yes! Yes, yes! Please-ah!” Namjoon cried, feeling the delicate intrusion slowly uncoil all of the tension inside of him. His eyes screwed shut at the foreign feeling, never experiencing what he gave to others. The burn soon became bliss as Jungkook pulled all but the tip of his index finger to the rim and then plunged it back in again. Whimpers filled the room once more, balancing out the bass that vibrated on the bedroom floor from the party below. Had Namjoon thought any clearer than the pure filth roaming through his head of how much more he wanted Jungkook inside of him, perhaps he would have recalled the fact that he disappeared from the party without telling his friends. Perhaps his friends could hear his pathetic whines as he begged to be stretched wide. Did Jungkook lock the door? He couldn’t recall. The thrill of potential that someone could walk in on them enlightened him, making his whines become loud moans, begging for more as he started to roll his hips to make Jungkook’s digit sink deeper inside of him.

“F-Fuck…” Jungkook muttered, surprised by Namjoon’s eagerness to take more “Think you can have a second one so soon, baby?” he whispered, smiling at the begging of “Please, please! Do it now!” he received in return. That was enough to throw the dom over the edge as a brisk two fingers plunged into Namjoon’s ass, harmonising with the cries of pleasure as he timed each pump with the bass below. Namjoon was a delight, his toes curled in pleasure, his head buried deep in the sheets struggling to mask his moans and beautiful pleas for more, and the way his back arched every time Jungkook brushed past his prostate. He was a beautiful treat to devour. Soon pushing his index and middle finger as deep as he could, he heard Namjoon’s shaky cry as his head threw up and backwards at his body closing to overdrive. Flexing his fingers in a beckoning motion inside, he could feel the latter's nerves bundle as his legs trembled, drawing closer to a release. Turning it up one more notch, Jungkoook expanded his fingers into a scissoring push, forcing the muscle to spread inside which had the boy screaming and cumming beautiful streams of white onto the black sheets below them. “How cute.”

Namjoon was seeing stars, his mind clouded at such a fast release that he couldn’t feel any control over. He hardly processed what he had done until he felt the stickiness between him and the sheets, his throbbing member pulsing against his stomach and his jaw throbbing from how wide he’d been preening it open with his moans. Such an outer body experience enthralled him, and he only wanted more.

“Look at you, getting the sheets all filthy from just a little bit of anal.” Jungkook tutted, but a large smile donned his face as he felt Namjoon’s hips rise higher to feel the touch even more. “If I didn’t know any better, one may think you’re enjoying being dominated, hmm Joonie?” Oh boy, did the teasing wind Namjoon even more into a disposition of need “L-Love it! Love being sub! W-Want more hyung, want more!” He babbled, pushing his body up onto all-fours as his arms trembled, trying to hold his body that felt so exhausted from such a powerfully foreplayed release.

“Well if it’s what my baby wants, then more he shall get.”

The plastic cap flicked open once more, and soft moans fell from Jungkook’s lips as he massaged the sticky and chilled lube against his own member, smiling as he saw Namjoon stealing small glances from behind, and with a soft gasp he tilted his head to the latter “What is it baby?” “S-So big... W-won’t fit in Joonie…” Namjoon pouted.

Jungkook chuckled and shook his head, delicately pressing a soft kiss to Namjoon’s lips as he stroked his hair with his free hand “Look at you so worried. I won’t push you more than you can’t handle, okay baby? If you want hyung to stop, just say amber or red, okay? Hyung will stop as soon as you want him to.” “O-Okay hyung… T-Trust you…” Namjoon mumbled, his eyes as wide as saucers as his alcohol clouded mind started to subdude, completely replaced by lust and belief in the man before him. How did he never realise Jungkook was this beautiful before? Slowly positioning himself at the pink puffy rim that Jungkook had so carefully slicked up, he pushed Namjoon back to flatten his back on his all-four stance. With a shaky breath, Namjoon closed his eyes as he awaited the large intrusion and as soon as he anticipated, it came. Feeling Jungkook’s head suffocate, his rim had his breath hitching in shock, before feeling even more filled in what seemed like a never-ending motion “H-Hyung!” He cried out, arching his back in seconds at the feeling of being so stuffed. Jungkook laughed in amusement at the way Namjoon’s body worshipped his member, swallowing up the length as much as he could, but before he could get comfortable he pulled out partially, much to Namjoon’s protest. “Baby…” Jungkook reprimanded “It’s coming back, I promise you. I need to make sure your beautiful ass can take my full length, hmm? That wasn’t even half of me” He chuckled.

Namjoon gasped “I-It wasn’t?!” “No baby. Can you handle more? Tell me your colour?” “G-Green, hyung. W-Want all of you.”

Jungkook cooed and nodded as he pushed his full length inside, making Namjoon scream in delight at the feeling of his ass almost being ripped apart at such a big cock inside of him.

“Yes! Yes, yes, YES!” Namjoon cried, feeling Jungkook grip his hips and start to thrust his length in and out of him at a steady yet soft pace, feeling every part of his body tingle in anticipation and heat as the slapping of skin echoed the two males’ moans. He stopped so he could listen to Jungkook’s grunts and moans, making his cock twitch as he heard the deep dominant swear at how beautiful his ass was. He couldn’t fathom how much more he could handle.

As Jungkook began to pick up the pace, both males felt themselves heating and longing for more, causing Jungkook to hoist Namjoon higher by his shoulder, pressing the latter’s back to his chest as he kissed all over his shoulders and his nape, nibbling softly at all of the skin in his sight. “So beautiful…” He grunted, his pace unwavering as he felt Namjoon’s chest wrack with sobs of pleasure “So good for hyung, aren’t you baby?” Namjoon nodded desperately, gasping at the sound of a sharp smack on his outer thigh, causing his body to lurch forward at the sensation of burning skin from tentative touches. “A-Again” He mewled, bucking his hips higher towards Jungkook’s member, his hand softly hooking behind him to curl into Jungkook’s wavy locks. “D-Do it again.” Smack. Namjoon whimpered.

Smack . He was trembling.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for giving you what you want?” Jungkook edged, his right arm hooking around Namjoon’s waist to keep him grounded as he felt the pleasure of the latter tugging his hair. “Th-Thank you hyung…” Smack. “Anything for you, baby.” Jungkook cooed, kissing Namjoon’s Adams Apple as he felt it bob to try and swallow and remember to breathe whilst he was being ploughed into. Namjoon was a wreck under Jungkook’s touch.

It was perfect.

Ploughing into the school jock and blowing his back out wasn’t exactly on Jungkook’s bucket list for college, but boy was it a delight to do. Hearing the once cocky asshole now crying under him for how much he wanted to be smacked and degraded felt like a fever dream, and the best part was that he was his. His to destroy. His to train. His to dominate and tease whilst he begged for it all.

When he said he enjoyed wrecking pretty things, he meant it. And how beautiful Namjoon was, taking every inch of Jungkook so well, letting him bite and bruise all over his skin and asking for more, telling Jungkook how much he loved being the prettiest little cockslut for his hyung. “Tell me what you want, Joonie.” Jungkook grunted, the burning coil of heat repenting from letting go and spilling inside of the latter so soon, not until he was on the very edge.

“W-Want to see hyung…” Namjoon whispered, his voice shaking as he felt himself longing for more of Jungkook’s touch. Jungkook’s heart was warm. Scanning his surroundings, he noticed a full length mirror in the corner of the room, making him snarl as his thoughts took over, picking Namjoon up by the back of his knees, letting him straddle his legs around the mirror as Jungkook held him up, pressing his chest to the glass and continued to slam himself high into the athlete. “How’s this baby?” Jungkook grunted, smirking at himself for his decision of location and his daily work-out sessions as he controlled Namjoon’s body up and as he lifted Namjoon up and down his length at ease. And boy did Namjoon reel in it, staring at Jungkook’s dark and piercing gaze as they stared each other through the mirror’s reflection, his breath fogging the glass as the smallest cries of “ah” went from faint and shy delicate moans, to sobs of pure filth as he felt Jungkook pick up the pace, soon dropping Namjoon’s legs and slamming him against the glass for more accuracy, holding his hips with a steel grip as he pistoned his nearing member inside the boy’s prostate, not caring if their voices were growing as eventually Jungkook grunts and moans echoed that of Namjoon’s loud cries.

“Yes, yes, fuck baby. Feel me rip you apart. Feel me burn your little virgin ass as you take it all. Tell Hyung how much you love it. Tell him how much you want his cum.” “N-Need it hyung” Namjoon rasped, tears pouring down his cheeks as he felt his body preparing for its second release. “N-Need hyung t-to… to…” “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.” “Need you to f-fill me… M-Make me a-a-addicted to your cum… O-Only yours… W-Want you to f-fill my v-virgin hole… P-Please hyung!” Namjoon cried, sobs racking his every being as he felt a switch turn in Jungkook as his thrusts fell out of motion, becoming uneven and faster than ever before. Namjoon felt his legs become numb, and had Jungkook not been there he may have dropped to the ground.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Jungkook hissed, keeping his eyes on Namjoon’s frame as the latter closed his eyes and allowed Jungkook to destroy his prostate as he chased his release “Joonie you’re so perfect for me. So beautiful, so soft.” He muttered, gripping his hard member within his free hand.

“W-Want you to let go, okay? Let hyung help you cum all over yourself. Gonna make you my messy little bitch.” He snarled, smirking as he felt something snap inside of Namjoon as they both released at the same time, streams of white filling his ass as he screamed and came on Jungkook’s hand, his own cum shooting into his hair and all over his chest as he moaned and cried at such an intense release.

Both boys felt their bodies sink as they softly crumbled to the ground, unmoving from their positions as Jungkook’s arms subconsciously wrapped around Namjoon’s curled frame, their lips panting heavily and stealing soft kisses every few minutes until they felt more human again. “Th…That was… W-Wow…” Namjoon whispered, looking up at Jungkook in wonder as he watched the beads of sweat slip down the side of his face. How could someone look so phenomenal post-fuck?

“You did amazing, baby” Jungkook smiled, kissing his forehead lovingly and cupping his cheek, brushing his thumb over the soft skin and wiping his tears away. “You were so cute and so perfect for me. So so good.”

Namjoon’s heart hammered at the praise, making him giggle at Jungkook’s words and kiss his lips tenderly, their foreheads resting against one another as their breathing evened out at last. “You… You were phenomenal, Jungkook… Why didn’t you dom me sooner?” He questioned softly. Jungkook chuckled.

“Baby, I love it when you pin me down and fuck me senseless, but when it comes to special nights like our anniversary I want to surprise you,” He teased, scooping his boyfriend up into his arms as he placed them both back on the bed and pressed Namjoon’s head to his chest. “Come on Kookie, let me take care of you now, hmm? You’ve done enough domming for one night.” Namjoon teased, smiling when seeing Jungkook soon retreat into his familiar subby-self, curling into Namjoon’s chest and softly kissing all over his body. “Hmm… Love you Joonie.” “I love you too Koo. This was the best idea you’ve ever had.” Namjoon chuckled, his hand raking through Jungkook’s hair as he watched the latter preen at his touch. “Although…” He quirked an eyebrow. “What’s with your hyung kink, huh? That was new.” Jungkook blushed and swatted his chest, shaking his head “I just wanted to hear you call me Hyung… It was beautiful,” He looked up at his boyfriend once more “You are beautiful”.

“Stop it you cheeseball” Namjoon teased, rolling his eyes as he laughed at his boyfriend’s pout, silencing him with a delicate kiss to his lips “Happy Anniversary, baby.” “Happy Anniversary, Joonie… We should apologise to Hobi for wrecking another mirror…” Jungkook mumbled. “It’s fine, baby, we’ll buy him some new sheets too… You really made a mess of these ones” He teased, chuckling as he wrapped his boyfriend of five years under the silk, cascading them both in a cocoon of warmth, and drifted off to sleep with ease. “I think you’ll find that was you” Jungkook retorted, snorting as he saw Namjoon blush. “Not bad for a jock” He winked. “Shut it, nerd.” Namjoon spat. “Don’t you dare make me dick you down again.” “Oh? Want to dominate me again?” “PLEASE GOD NO!” a voice yelled through the wall.

Namjoon and Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock.

Jimin.

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