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It's too late (to apologise)

Namkook NSFW oneshot 🔞🐨🐰

💜 bottom Jungkook

💜 top Namjoon

💜 dom/sub

💜 implied OT7

💜 cursing off

💜 punishment

💜 vibrator

💜 cockring

💜 edging

💜 crying

💜 prostate stimulation

💜 overstimulation

💜 prostate massage

💜 spanking

💜 edging

💜 orgasm denial

💜 subdrop briefly mentioned

💜 nonverbal Jungkook (for a while)

CHAPTER I

"FUCK OFF HYUNG!"

He slaps his palms to his mouth the very next second, absolutely refusing to believe that he had the audacity to cuss his hyung off like that, when the elder had only popped into his room to call him for dinner.

On most other days when Jungkook was too keen on throwing a pissy tantrum and strutting across their home like an insolent wretch - reasons unknown to his hyungs as to what might've pulled the inner brat out of him - it only took a few hours at most before one of his hyungs had enough of him and fucked the intolerable behaviour out of his system after a well deserved punishment.

He had today for the very first time, however, let his tongue run loose enough to overtly cuss out his hyung in this manner. And unfortunately for him, it had to be Namjoon.

Namjoon, who never really had to even raise his voice before Jungkook would be bending over backwards to follow his every command. Namjoon, who had yet to do anything more than keep Jungkook in his lap with a firm hand pressing down on his caged crotch to suck all the brattiness out of the younger.

Namjoon, who was a splitting image of murderous fury right now, glaring at Jungkook so hard with a tick in his jaw that the younger couldn't help but slowly walk backwards as the elder inched closer.

Every step Namjoon took in his direction had Jungkook trembling visciously from head to toe and moving backwards - until he felt his back make contact with the end wall of his room.

"I-I'm sor-"

But he didn't even get a chance to push his undeserving apology out. Namjoon large hand - that would usually be caressing Jungkook's scalp tenderly as the younger snuggled into his side - roughly squished his cheeks together until his lips formed an ugly pout akin to a fish.

"Quiet." was all the warning he got before he was grabbed by the elbow and pulled along like a ragdoll - boneless and already sniffling on the edge pathetic tears.

The happy chatter his hyungs seemed to have engaged in came to an abrupt halt as soon as their eyes fell onto the two incoming intruders. Someone, maybe Yoongi, opened his mouth to ask what was going on between the two, but a subtle shake of Namjoon's head and he decided to zip it.

"The little one isn't really hungry hyung-" he says to Jin, who had started ladling soups into two different bowls for them "I just brought him along so he could spend some time with us. He's been holed up into his room all day long."

Jin only nods and passes Namjoon's serving along the dining table, choosing to empty out the soup he'd bowled for Jungkook back into the steaming pot.

The chatter around the table starts again, Tae and Jimin bickering over their share of meat, and the other hyungs engrossed in listening intently as Jin narrates another one of his ostentatious gaming anecdotes.

Jungkook thinks he's off the hook for now when Namjoon takes his seat and spoons rice into his mouth with a "thank you for the meal" in Jin's direction. Discreetly as he can, Jungkook walks beside his hyung (his designated seat just had to be sandwiched between Jimin and Namjoon) to pull out his chair.

"C'mere." Namjoon beckons him over with two fingers. He goes willingly, knowing there's no possible out of whatever his hyung wants him to do after the stunt he pulled just minutes ago.

What he does not expect, however, is to be bare of his sweatpants and underwear the very next second and manhandled with his ass on full display across Namjoon's lap - limbs and head dangling on either side of the elder's meaty thighs.

"Taehyung-ah, do you mind fetching hyung the new plug we'd picked for this one last week?" There's an unmissible mock in Namjoon's voice when he refers to Jungkook with a crude little "this one" and points to the unclothed ass on his lap.

For a few moments, the only sound ringing in Jungkook's ears is pure static as the conversation around the table had once again fully died down. Then, after an excruciating minute (or two), he hears a chair scrape and the soft pattering of footsteps walking away.

Just under half a minute he sees Taehyung's feet walk back in - laid out as he is facing the door - and he tries to raise his head to catch a glimpse of the new toy his hyung was carrying around. Too bad he couldn't even turn his head right before a resounding smack sounded across the room and a pitiful squeal left his lips. Namjoon's hand had come down on his behind with a force so strong it caused his own cock to lodge uncomfortably in the crevice where the elder's thighs met.

He couldn't move though, he knew the next hit would be even worse if he did.

"What happened, Joon-ah?" He hears Jin ask as he feels something cool drip down his taint.

Lube, he figures.

A second later two long digits press into his hole to start scissoring him open. His gasps and twitches go unnoticed as Namjoon speaks up, "I think bun's little wound up hyung. Told me to fuck off when I went to call him for dinner"

He hears several gasps echo around him, but before he can register the disappointment in each one of them he feels the blunt tip of something textured and girthy pushing past his rim.

'The plug' his muddled brain supplies, but this one seems to be much fuller and larger than the ones he uses for everyday wear.

It's thick, 'like Jimin's and Hoseok's cocks' he thinks, and it sits snug inside him with the tip right against his prostate.

His illusion of contentment at feeling nice and full is very short lived though, for as soon as Namjoon urges the others to continue their meal a loud buzzing fills the room and makes his whole body jerk.

The plug vibrates with an unhinged passion right against his sensitive gland and he feels a hand slither between his legs. He feels Namjoon's fingers encircle his cock and clip something onto the base.

A cockring.

"Hyung PLEASE NO-" he yells, but another (even harder) smack comes down on his left buttcheek and all the protests at the tip of his tongue die down immediately.

His body goes limp, accepting its less than favourable fate, and he finally gives himself the liberty to let out the silent tears he's been trying to keep in for a while.

And that's how the dinner proceeds. His hyungs very much aware of the pitiful sounds coming from Jungkook, but choosing to remain oblivious about his presence altogether, as Namjoon uses his butt as his own personal cushion and drives the plug even further into Jungkook's hole every now and then.

'Cruel! They're all so mean!' is the only thought that flutters through his arousel clogged head as the vibrations keep abusing his sweet spot, but he isn't allowed to give into the pleasure. He could just come dry around the ring - he's not beyond having done it before - but he also knows that Namjoon probably has more in store for his "punishment" and coming dry now will just add on to the pain.

So he stays there, right on his hyung's lap, with blood rushing into his head and down to his groin, and let's his body shiver with every sporadic buzz of the vibrator. Every now and then as Namjoon chews on a mouthful, he'll pin Jungkook down by the lower waist and leisurely fuck the toy in and out of the boy with no regards to his pathetic cries. Jungkook's blunt nails have probably made welts around his left ankle with how hard the boy's fingers dig into the skin, but he really doesn't care about it that much.

'Poor little thing' he thinks, and then reaches out for another delicious bite of his yet unfinished meal.

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Wanna get fU¢ked, Wanna let go

Jikook NSFW oneshot 🔞🐰🐥

💜 bottom!koo

💜 top!jimin

💜 dom/sub

💜 brat!jungkook

💜 bondage

💜 overstimulation

It might've been hours, or even a couple of lifetimes, Jungkook doesn't know how long it's really been. All he's aware of is the uncharacteristically lewd whimpers that escape him with every drag of the thick girthy d!ldo across his sensitive insides as it keeps driving into him at a steady pace.

One would think what a miserable little thing he is, ankles spread and shackled to the bedposts behind and wrists bound behind his back - right above his raw spanked ass. His cock caged pathetically while it drips a stream of precum onto the sheets. His drool seeping into the silk of the pillowcase from around the ballgag that had been forced in after Jimin had had enough of him running his mouth free.

But even with tears bathing the blindfold wet Jungkook didn't expect mercy to come by anytime soon. In retrospect he chastises himself for being such an uncontrollable brat after Jimin had returned from work sour as a lime. He shouldn't have sucked his boyfriend dry and driven him into oversensivity - refusing to let his cock go - after Jimin had so nicely asked him to just kneel down, stay still, and cockwarm him while he tried to calm down on a glass of wine.

Something about a pissy client throwing a hysterical fit over an insignificant project deal, but Jungkook couldn't be bothered to give two flying fu¢ks about it. He'd driven himself and everyone around him positively crazy during his college finals week and all he wanted that night was to let go.

He'd had enough of his sweet caring boyfriend checking up and doting on him while he made himself sick with worry and stress during his exams. All he wanted now was his d0m to tie him up and put him in place - let him take the reigns and not make Jungkook think anymore. Jimin's meager office troubles could take a backseat tonight, Jungkook was a man on a mission.

Except, maybe, he hadn't really thought through how far it was safe to go when he refused to let up sucking on Jimin's sensitive cock until the elder relented. You see, Jimin had brought down a spectacular edition to their playroom right before Jungkook's finals week began. One he'd promised to use on the younger once he was free from the clutches of stress and sleepless nights that exams usually brought along.

So that's what Jungkook demanded the elder do. Tie him up nice and pretty, and hook him up on the sex machine with a nice girthy dildo leisurely fucking in and out of him for as long as his Dom sees fit. Only, he hadn't anticipated Jimin's parents calling him over to theirs for a dinner with some guests who showed up uninvited. He also hadn't anticipated the elder locking him into his penthouse playroom, tied up pretty and hooked up to the machine (just as he'd demanded), while Jimin set off to dinner with a bunch of stupid guests.

So here he was, incoherently cursing off himself and the guests who decided to put him in this position while also pitying the angry state of his overstimulated c0ck, because now it'd been too long and he was sure one more hit to his prostate was gonna make him cum right in the cage and pass out.

Just as he's babbling out something stupid again he hears faint footsteps fast approaching - sound muted by the carpeted floor.

A second later Jimin flings the playroom door open and is greeted with a sight so delicious, it has his cock chubbing up in his pants immediately, and his mouth fully salivating.

He sees Jungkook lying down on his stomach and spread out just as he'd positioned him, the only difference being the boy was now positively a wreck and deep into his headspace.

His cock cocooned in the cage lay miserably sandwiched between his stomach and the bedsheet - angry like an overly ripened fruit ready to explode at the slightest touch. His boy occassionally mumbled nonsense around the gag, uncaring of the pillowed side of his face swimming in his own drooled spit, and his whole body shivered with every push and pull of the toy.

Oh what a sight he was, but he'd look even better getting split open on Jimin's dick, and the elder had already waited enough.

In a few swift motions Jimin has the machine pushed away from Jungkook's gaping rim and pushes his own pants and underwear down, swiftly pushing his erection through the younger's swollen rim and bottoming out with a well aimed thrust - hitting the younger's prostate dead on. After that is a mad rhythm he's followed one too many times.

Pull out, push in, slap, bite, leave plenty of marks - just like Jungkook likes.

He hears Jungkook scream, hears him sob around the gag with every hard thrust that pushes his body up the bed and creates uncomfortable friction between the sheets and his sensitive member.

In a blink Jimin has him turned around on his back, undoing the cage with one hand and using the other to keep himself hovering over Jungkook's bound body while he keeps his thrusts hard and steady. The younger is frothing at his mouth, choking on his own spit as his teeth bite desparately on the ballgag and the cuffs on his wrist dig uncomfortably into his back, but nothing slows his Dom down.

A few more times of Jimin relentlessly digging into his prostrate and pressing down on his overly sensitive cock has him coming with a screech and his vision turns black. He doesn't fight it, let's the darkness take him away to dreamland as Jimin chases his own release.

When he comes back to consciousness he's lying on his side, bundled up in the blanket and dressed in one of his favourite oversized jumper. He's clean of all bodily fluids and can feel a buttplug sitting snug inside him when he clenches his rim.

A doped out smile takes over his face and pushes himself back into the solid body wrapped around his own like a second skin, spooning him from behind.

As he slips back into a peaceful slumber there's one thought echoing in his otherwise empty head - "I'm definitely doing this again"