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It used to be scary.
Coming to little back alley gigs, small performances in dodgy warehouses, all tucked away on the outskirts of town, where the music could be played loud and without apology - it used to be so scary, used to leave Jungkook trembling all over out of nerves and fear and anticipation.
But tonight felt good, felt right, and Jungkook only felt excitement, arousal and sweat, running down the curve of his spine as he danced with Jimin at the very front of the stage.
Jimin was a vision tonight like always, and he was bouncing and grinning and leaning close to Jungkook, whispering against a pierced ear.
“Can I have the vocalist?”
Jungkook laughed under his breath, not surprised in the slightest.
“That’s fine,” he replied, his long hair sticking to the back of his neck, licking at his lips as he stared up at the band. “I want the drummer anyways.”
It used to be scary, to come to these underground performances of bands that had yet to take off, to dress up pretty and hunt for a good fuck, it used to be scary.
Not anymore though.
God, the drummer was delicious.
Exactly Jungkook’s type, a rare thing to find sometimes, big and broad and tanned and handsome, strong arms and a firm chest visible through the sides of a slashed up singlet. His hair was bleached, his brows strong, a piercing glittering there, and his eyes were so sharp Jungkook was sure they could cut.
Honestly, this wasn’t a band Jungkook knew much about, didn’t really research like he and Jimin usually did, time and experience having taught them that they didn’t need to suck up in order to suck dick if they didn’t want to, pretty enough to win over almost anyone.
It made it easier having Jimin too, Jungkook’s best friend and his flatmate, Jimin gorgeously androgynous and unfairly charming, a force to be reckoned with when it came to seducing his poor, poor victims.
Jungkook had always been a little shy with it, a little nervous, Jimin having pulled him out of his shell quickly, showing Jungkook all the tricks and giving him all the secrets, Jungkook blooming into confidence like a deadly, dangerous flower.
When they met at a party, all those years ago, Jungkook thought Jimin was pretty.
Didn’t want to fuck him or be fucked by him, but felt captivated in a way, and had approached the older boy shyly, Jimin unimpressed.
“What do you play?” the pretty boy had said, and Jungkook laughed at it now, how confused he had been back then, so naive, almost reclusive, unsure of what had possessed him to even wander up to this stranger.
“S-sorry?”
“I only fuck musicians,” and Jungkook’s entire world had shut down, gone black, and then rebooted in that very moment. “So, what do you play?”
I only fuck musicians.
You… can make that choice?
At that moment, Jungkook decided to make that choice too, and Jimin had laughed at him, had kissed him, and then told Jungkook that they we’re going to be the very best of friends.
That was almost five years ago now, and here they were, another night out, sweaty and dressed like band whores, hunting for new dick.
“Come here,” Jimin grabbed at Jungkook’s shirt, pulling them close, breaking out the signature move as the last song for the night reached a crescendo, knowing they had to leave a lasting impression now, before the band left the stage and found someone else to keep them company for the night. “They’ve been watching us.”
Jimin wasn’t wrong, and even now with the last chorus, the small blonde on the mic rasping out rough lyrics, he could feel their gazes, letting Jimin’s arms loop around his shoulders, bringing them close for the sort of kiss that friends didn’t usually share.
Wet, all tongue, the click of piercings as Jimin licked into his mouth, and it was all for show, for the band, hearing a low growl in the last line of the song that they didn’t know, Jimin giggling because the kiss usually sealed the deal.
“Let’s go wait,” Jimin breathed, plump lips pink and glossy. “I’m sure they’ll come find us soon.”
Jungkook used to be confused by Jimin’s confidence.
How do you know that, hyung?
Shouldn’t we wait and go introduce ourselves?
No, Jimin would always say, and pinch Jungkook’s cheeks like a baby. Trust hyung, he knows what he’s doing.
We’re the prettiest things in the room, Jungkookie.
They know we want it, so if they want it too, they’ll come take it.
Jimin was never wrong, and tonight was another testament to that.
It didn’t take any time at all for Jungkook and Jimin to get found, outside and around the back of the building, cooling off as people started to leave the insides and hover, all loud, some drunk, neither surprised to see the boys from the stage making their way over.
Jackpot.
Introductions were done fast.
The vocalist, Yoongi, twenty-eight and Jimin’s type to a T.
The drummer, Namjoon, twenty-six and fucking huge.
They met the other members too, Seokjin, their guitarist, Taehyung on the bass, Hoseok a back up vocalist on the keyboard, but Jimin and Jungkook already had their minds made up tonight, and everyone seemed to understand.
“We’re gonna go and get some food,” Hoseok slapped Yoongi on the shoulder, wagging his tongue cheekily. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Jimin was not wasting time, leaning up against the wall, fluttering his lashes.
“You guys put on quite the show, by the way,” Jimin liked to sound smug and bratty, liked to stir up his prey and make them angry enough to fuck him hard. “Consider us converted fans.”
Yoongi laughed, only a dash of bitterness in his tone.
“You two put on quite a show yourselves,” and the blonde singer reached over, cupping the curve of Jimin’s chin, gentle but with the sort of confidence they liked, tapping his lower lip with a thumb. “Open up, lemme see what you’re working with.”
There was a giggle, Jimin opening wide and lolling his tongue out, his pretty piercing glimmering in the shitty lights.
Namjoon was somehow closer than Jungkook realised, and he cocked his head, raised a pierced brow slightly, leaning over to murmur against Jungkook’s ear.
“Do you have one of those too?”
“Wanna find out the easy way?” Jungkook teased, smiling in the way that Jimin taught him too, sweet like honey, innocent and pretty. “Or the fun way?”
“We’ve got a lot of rivals out there,” Yoongi continued, grinning but looking eager, as if this was some sort of battle. “Did someone put you up to this? Try to throw us off rhythm, act all slutty so you can dig up some dirt?”
“No,” Jimin was so bold, reaching out for Yoongi’s belt, pulling them a little closer, and Jungkook had never seen Jimin this excited before. “We’re just slutty by nature.”
“Are you two together?” Namjoon asked, suspicious, narrowing his eyes. “This is weird.”
“Just flatmates,” Jungkook added, shrugging, brushing his long hair from his eyes, tucking it behind his ear with tattooed fingers, wondering if maybe this wasn’t going to work after all. “We happen to share the same tastes, so it’s easier to go out together – safer.”
“You do this often then?”
“We’re clean, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Yoongi scoffed again.
“You think we’re gonna fuck you? You didn’t even know a single song.”
“Then teach them to us,” Jimin wasn’t letting go of that belt and Yoongi wasn’t pulling away, Namjoon’s big hand coming to Jungkook’s waist too, hot and firm and possessive. “Jungkook and I are very, very fast learners.”
That seemed to be all the convincing needed for Jimin and Jungkook to get whisked away, guided from the brick wall and around the building, dodging people smoking and talking and swigging back beer, hand-in-hand with the eager musicians, pulled towards a large maroon van.
Namjoon was close, pressed all up against Jungkook’s backside, and when those strong hands started to brush up beneath the hem of Jungkook’s shirt, he knew this was going to be an unforgettable night.
“My daddy says it's dangerous to get in the back of strange vans,” Jimin teased, Yoongi unlocking the doors with a mischievous smile, all pretty teeth and pink gums, pulling the door open before sending a small slap against Jimin’s ass.
“Well I’m your daddy for tonight, and I say it’s fine.”
“Yes, sir~”
The back of the van was clean enough, obviously used for equipment storage and travelling, a few roll out mattresses and some pillows without covers too, no doubt used for long road trips, but Jungkook was grateful for them, didn’t wanna be laid out on uncomfortable metal. He climbed inside after Jimin, Yoongi and Namjoon joining them quickly, and then the door was closing, locking behind them with a click.
Dim yellow came from a string of shitty fairy lights hanging from blu tack on the roof, and Jimin and Yoongi were going at each other already, claiming the side of the van farthest from the door.
Usually, when Jimin and Jungkook did this, they were never really fucking in the same room.
The closest they’d ever come to this was bathroom stalls right next to each other, but there was always a sight division, always, even if Jungkook could hear Jimin’s moans and the way his ass was slicked up and being filled.
Seeing it with his own eyes was a little shocking, and seeing Yoongi’s hands sneak up Jimin’s little skirt to palm at his ass while they sucked on each other's tongues made him suddenly feel shy.
Jimin will see everything I do.
Yoongi will see everything I do.
What if I don’t do well, what if I’m not as sexy as Jimin is?
I didn’t wear a skirt, I’m not as witty with my words.
Oh, god.
Fuck.
But Namjoon was pulling his focus back, a hand on his cheek, Jungkook’s gaze pulling back and away to meet Namjoon’s. He took in the sight of warm eyes and strong brows, flushed skin and deep dimples, and that alone was making Jungkook breathless, forcing his stresses to the bottom of his stomach.
It burned there, arousal, hot, heavy, and Jungkook wanted to do good.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Jungkook hated that he was thrown from his confidence just from seeing Jimin spread his legs for Yoongi, hated that for some reason it made him self conscious.
“You look nervous.”
Ugh.
Jungkook’s eyes flickered back over, and Yoongi was tearing holes into Jimin’s tights, their lips never parting for a second, fingers wet, pushing past the line of Jimin’s underwear, and Jungkook shuddered, hot and bothered and fucking nervous.
“We can leave,” Namjoon murmured, brushing his thumb down the curve of Jungkook’s jaw, giving a soft, sweet smile with an understanding that Jungkook hadn’t expected. “We don’t have to do anything.”
But I want to.
Jungkook shook his head, the hair tucked behind his ears falling into his face, coming to kneel from where he sat, Namjoon leaning back against the locked door.
“I don’t usually see,” Jungkook whispered, hoping Namjoon could hear him over the sound of Jimin’s high whining. “When Jimin and I do this together.”
“Ah,” the older man nodded, fingers brushing all that fallen hair back, pausing to rub gently over Jungkook’s earlobes, tugging gently on a silver ring. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“No,” Jungkook suddenly realised what it was he was feeling, and he let it fall from dry lips with a strange laugh. “I feel competitive.”
That made Namjoon go tense, the massive muscles in his arms bulge, and Namjoon’s lips curled, a small smirk, tilting his head to the side teasingly.
“Me too,” and the words made Jungkook breathless, surprised by big, quiet Namjoon’s confidence. “I reckon we can put them both to shame though.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” Jungkook let Namjoon pull him closer, up and into his lap, coming to straddle the drummer's hips, feeling the bulge of what was no doubt Namjoon’s cock, trapped beneath baggy cargo pants. “Wanna try?”
A broken whimper came from the other side of the closed in space, and Jungkook could hear Jimin’s mumbles, soft begging, daddy, daddy, daddy as Yoongi groaned and pressed his fingers deep into Jimin’s tiny body.
A fun sort of envy was simmering beneath Jungkook’s gathering arousal, and he rolled his hips down hard, making Namjoon’s breath hitch.
“Yeah,” Namjoon’s hands were hot where they touched beneath Jungkook’s shirt, deciding it was time to rise to Jimin’s unspoken challenge. “I wanna try.”
Kissing Namjoon was sweeter than Jungkook expected, his lips plump like Jimin’s but somehow even softer, not too dry and not too wet, parting gently as he grazed his calloused palms up Jungkook’s spine and held him like he was dainty.
Namjoon tasted like watermelons, no doubt some energy drink flavour, and it was addictive, Jungkook licking into his mouth deeper, tongue to tongue and whining, pulling harshly into the long bleached hair of Namjoon’s stupidly hot mullet.
Tasted so good.
Big hands.
Fuck.
Warm.
Teeth tugged gently on the piercing in Jungkook’s tongue before Namjoon let him away to breath, and when he dragged it up the curve of Namjoon’s parted lips, the drummer let out a breathless laugh.
“You look too cute for a piercing like that,” and Jungkook grinned, pleased with himself. “I thought my eyes were deceiving me.”
“I’ve got others too,” Jungkook rolled his hips again, rough, dirty circles, trying to get a gauge of how big Namjoon’s cock was. “Wanna see?”
“Don’t tell me where,” Namjoon’s voice was low and rasped, and Jungkook wondered if he ever did vocals, because fuck, that would sound amazing. “I wanna try and find them.”
The roll out mattress was soft enough for Jungkook to not complain, laid back into it as Namjoon climbed over him and kissed him again, still gently but deep and wet, nipping and pulling on Jungkook’s lips, slotting a thigh between Jungkook’s legs, Jungkook letting out soft little sighs as his shirt was pushed up past his waist.
Fingertips brushed over his belly, a thumb across his navel, and Namjoon smiled against his mouth, Jungkook unable to keep his hips still.
“Found one.”
A small barbell through his belly button, the piercing he got with Jimin.
The shirt riding up more, up and up and up, nipples exposed for Namjoon to see and pinch at, the last two of Jungkook’s secrets found.
“Fuck,” they seemed to make Namjoon a little more desperate though, flicking the small silver balls carefully, Jungkook’s whines shattering as Namjoon kissed him harder. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“You are,” Jungkook managed to find his words, hands on Namjoon’s arms, feeling all that strong muscle tense from where he held himself above Jungkook. “I like your brow piercing.”
“You should get one too,” Namjoon pinched his nipple again, Jungkook gasping and writhing. “It would suit you a lot.”
“Maybe I will.”
“Do it.”
“Okay.”
Jimin was making so much noise that Jungkook wondered if he was dying, but a quick glance across gave Jungkook a lewd view of Yoongi eating Jimin’s ass, Jimin’s tiny hands locked up in Yoongi’s bleached hair, Jungkook swallowing around the lump in his throat at the sight.
Namjoon was not letting Jungkook stay distracted for long.
“Your friend is loud.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook let hands drift beneath the hanging sides of Namjoon’s red singlet, touching muscle and a soft chest, drool pooling beneath his tongue as his palms skimmed across hard nipples. “He likes getting eaten out.”
“I think we should aim to have you cum before he does,” Namjoon sounded ready, prepared, eager for victory, and that alone had Jungkook’s thighs clenching violently. “What do you say?”
“I like that plan.”
“Good,” a kiss to his lips, down his jaw, down, down his throat, sucking hard and making Jungkook mewl. “Now, tell me what you like best, so I can make it happen.”
Oh.
Well, that was a first.
Usually Jungkook wasn’t the one being pleasured, happy to just be here and get fucked, finding an orgasm along the way.
No one ever really… set out to make him come first.
Jungkook felt himself blush, and if Namjoon noticed, he didn’t say a word.
“A-are… you sure?”
“Of course,” Namjoon’s mouth went lower, lower, licking a harsh stripe against one of Jungkook’s sore nipples, tugging the piercing back between sharp teeth. “We’re not losing to Yoongi and his stupid tongue.”
Fair enough.
“I like being sucked off,” Jungkook really did, even though he never got the treatment much. “With uh, f-fingers inside me.”
“Any piercings down there I should be aware of?”
“Not yet. Maybe one day.”
Namjoon grinned against his chest, raising that pierced brow once more.
“That would be hot. Then we’d be matching.”
W-what?
“You h-have--?”
His sentence was cut off, Namjoon’s thumbs sinking beneath the waistband of Jungkook’s shredded jeans, tearing them down his legs, Jungkook’s boots coming away with ease, legs spread wide, Namjoon burying his face between them before Jungkook even had a chance to catch his breath.
Oh.
O-oh.
“Fuck,” Jungkook couldn’t help but gasp, trying to buck his hips upwards but not strong enough to fight against Namjoon’s palms. “ Fuck , ah, ah--”
This was new, Namjoon not sucking his cock yet but going straight in for his balls, lapping at them with a rough tongue and utter enthusiasm, stroking Jungkook with a laziness that had precum dribbling against his belly, and Jungkook could already feel his sanity starting to slip away.
He’s licking my balls.
Ah.
It’s feels so good, what the fuck.
The hand on his cock was gone in favour for tearing open the lube packet that had fallen out of Jungkook’s jeans, but Namjoon wasn’t done yet, wetting the fingers on his right hand while lapping against Jungkook’s perineum, down more, down, until he was almost tongue deep in Jungkook’s ass.
Hands over his mouth, because Jungkook was seconds from bursting into tears.
“Don’t,” Namjoon mumbled, pulling away, bronzed and big and glorious between Jungkook’s legs, mouth wet, grinning like the cat who got the cream. “I wanna hear you be loud.”
Ah, that’s right.
Jimin was wailing off to the side, and Jungkook decided to join in, even though it was hard to compete with the utter filth that was happening on that side in the depths of the van.
Jimin was a notorious smooth talker and that translated into his dirty talk as well, Jungkook knowing how good his hyung was at bringing men to orgasm with just a few perfect sentences, Jimin a humble bragger and a good teacher too, Jungkook always taking notes to improve his slut game.
But it also seemed as if Jimin had finally met his match in Yoongi, and listening to their back-and-forth was only bringing Jungkook closer to his own pleasure, shaking and shuddering and gasping, Namjoon pressing a finger deep into his hole.
“Holy shit,” Jungkook could hear Jimin’s soft voice cracking, wavering with surprise and pleasure, high pitched and utterly wrecked. “What the fuck , yes --”
Jungkook didn’t want to look, but it sounded like Jimin was finally getting fucked the way he wanted.
“Yeah?” Yoongi’s voice was a low drawl, laced with laughter and arrogance. “Daddy’s cock feels good, huh?”
It was funny because Jimin was at a total loss of witty retorts, only able to agree in a symphony of whimpers, Jungkook harmonising quickly, as Namjoon finally swallowed down his cock.
It was hot inside Namjoon’s mouth, burning hot and wet and Jungkook clenched tight around the fingers stuffed up inside of him, whining and whining and feeling his entire pelvis shudder, fucking himself past Namjoon’s teeth, tongue, knowing that it was impolite but not being able to stop.
It was hot when Namjoon hollowed his cheeks, those dimples dangerously visible and stealing away all of Jungkook’s breath, panting and trying to remain sane as Namjoon took Jungkook’s cock into the back of his throat easily, holding him there as another finger slipped inside and jack-hammered away at his prostate.
Oh, no.
I’m going to come.
Between the litany of Jimin’s cries for his daddy and the harsh sounds of Namjoon sucking Jungkook’s cock, it was too much, too much, toes curling in his socks, thighs squeezing at Namjoon’s bare shoulders, his moans becoming high pitched sobs, hands unable to do anything but shake in Namjoon’s messy hair as he arched his spine and emptied his load down the back of the drummer’s throat.
Shit.
Namjoon hummed and swallowed and didn’t stop with his fingers though, Jungkook crying, overstimulated already but having the time of his absolute life, letting his tears spill and his lips part, whimpering loudly as Namjoon continued to lick and suck at his slowly softening cock.
Plump lips were glistening with Jungkook’s mess, when Namjoon finally pulled his mouth away to leave gentle kisses against the shaking muscles of Jungkook’s thighs.
“Pretty and sensitive?” Namjoon’s throat sounded abused, his voice cracking a little, hot and deep and Jungkook wanted to kiss. “I think you might be heaven-sent.”
“Fuck me,” Needed it now, needed it fast, was jealous that Jimin had cock buried in him and Jungkook didn’t, using the hands in Namjoon’s hair to guide him up for kisses, begging against come-stained lips. “Please, I need you to fuck me now --”
“Okay,” Namjoon’s pupils were dark and blown wide and Jungkook was drowning beneath that gaze, sore and whining and tugging at Namjoon’s pants, palming at his cock, a condom packet in Namjoon’s hand, tearing it apart with his teeth. “Okay--”
It almost punched the consciousness out of Jungkook to see the piercing in Namjoon’s dick, beneath the head of his massive cock, silver and a little scary, covered up quickly with latex. It made Jungkook wonder what it would feel like raw, what it would feel like on his tongue, what it would be like to press his own piercing to it, and taste the metal and Namjoon’s cum.
Oh, maybe I want to see this drummer again.
Fuck.
Lube squeezed down between Jungkook’s thighs, Namjoon’s rough fingers slicking his ass up once more, slicking his cock up with the residue, lining up and spreading Jungkook’s thighs apart with his own, Jimin finally reaching his orgasm off to the side as Namjoon let Jungkook’s body take him whole.
Yoongi was laughing and it sounded evil, sounded hot, Jimin sounded hot too, like he was crying as well, begging for more and more and more.
Namjoon grabbed at Jungkook’s narrow waist, and raised his hips from the shitty mattress.
Ah.
Oh.
Fuck --
Huge, thick, that piercing hard and hot inside, all shoved up against Jungkook’s sensitive prostate.
Jungkook felt his eyes go wide, felt his lips part against his will, felt tears spill down from his lashes to meet the sweat gathering in his hairline, and then Namjoon was fucking into him with a strength that shouldn’t have surprised Jungkook at all.
Fast.
Angry, almost.
Namjoon grinned at the way Jungkook wept.
“What, you never been fucked like this before?”
Jungkook had not.
Hips tilted up, his orgasm been and gone yet coming back for another round, Namjoon’s grip so tight that Jungkook wondered if he was bruising, hoped he was, prayed he would feel those talented hands on him for days and days.
“You two talked such a big game,” It sounded so nice, as Namjoon leaned over and teased him. “But proper sluts don’t fall apart this fast, baby.”
Big cock.
Big hands and big arms, caging Jungkook to the floor, soft lips that sucked back Jungkook’s with ferocity, tasting like watermelon and spit and cum.
He really hadn’t been fucked like this before.
Didn’t know what he was missing out on.
Was this just a drummer thing?
I’ve never fucked a drummer before.
I’m gonna come again, I think I’m gonna come again –
“Do those other boys not know how to please you?” Namjoon hummed against his ear, kissing his cheek, his forehead, his nose, pulling his cock out as Jungkook sobbed at the loss. "Is that what this is?”
Jungkook thought those other boys always did a good job, but maybe he was wrong.
Maybe it was just because they knew how to play guitar, that Jungkook let them have him.
That they knew how to sing, that Jungkook let them put their dicks inside.
He’d been in the back of this van longer than he’d ever been bent over couches and bathroom stalls after all the past gigs, and never, ever had Jungkook ever felt so out of control.
It felt good.
Nice.
Jungkook nodded his head.
Namjoon cooed at him, treating Jungkook to another sweet kiss.
“You were wasted on them then,” Namjoon guided Jungkook into his lap, guided his cock back into Jungkook’s quivering ass. “Fucking idiots.”
Being on top felt even better than being pressed beneath Namjoon’s big body, made Jungkook feel small and sexy, leaning back on his hands, rocking himself up and down, up and down, knees digging into the mattress at Namjoon’s massive thighs.
His shirt was being pushed up as Namjoon groaned, exposing his belly, his piercing there, nipples joining the light, but Namjoon just watched, holding the fabric up and away, keeping his gaze trained on the bob of Jungkook’s throat.
“Bite it,” The shirt was offered to Jungkook, teeth pinching down on the hem. “I wanna see all your piercings.”
It didn’t matter anymore if Jimin and Yoongi could see them, Jungkook uncaring for anything but Namjoon’s dick shoved balls deep inside his shaking body, Namjoon’s strained muscles and his dimples and the sweat trailing down his neck. The drummer was biting his lip back too as he admired and it made Jungkook feel hot and slutty and dirty but revered, calloused hands trailing up his hips, his stomach, thumbs brushing over his ribs, his nipples.
Jungkook huffed into the wet fabric of his shirt, and whined loudly as Namjoon gently flicked at a pink bud.
“Jungkook, you’re gorgeous,” that was the first time Namjoon had said his name, and it made Jungkook’s ass clench tight, both of them hissing, panting, Jungkook’s cock starting to stir to life once more. “So fit, such a pretty body.”
Fingertips down his abs, down and down to tease at his plumping cock, and it hurt so good, so sensitive and sore, Jungkook feeling his eyes rolling back into his head as tears gathered and spilled once more.
Namjoon remembered his name.
That was a first.
That was a first and being with a drummer was a first, having his dick sucked and someone swallowing his load was a first, and Jungkook felt strange in his chest, pink and warm and smitten, feeling a crush develop faster than he could process what was happening.
Namjoon is hot.
He seems nice.
I wonder if Namjoon would ever wanna see me again.
Jungkook rolled his hips as Namjoon wrapped a fist around his cock, and stars burst into life behind his fluttering eyelids.
Ah.
“Good boy,” Namjoon was almost growling, Jungkook fucking himself up and into Namjoon’s hand. “You gonna cum for me again?”
A small nod, his shirt soaked with drool, Jungkook blinked and let tears clot his lashes.
Namjoon kicked his hips up too, and Jungkook could feel his cock everywhere.
“You better come to the next show,” it was almost a threat, almost, and hope bloomed inside Jungkook’s heaving chest. “No one else, okay?”
Possessive.
Yes, please.
A muffled “mhm”, nodding, panting, Jungkook’s arms sore and about to give out.
Namjoon held him upright, and used those big arms to help Jungkook ride him faster.
God.
Ah.
Yes, yes –
He came as teeth sank into the skin around his nipple, harder than Jungkook had expected and making him wail louder than Jimin ever had, everything clenching and seizing, shirt dropping from his mouth, nails in Namjoon’s broad shoulders, almost breaking the skin.
There was no pause though, not even with his mess splattered up between their bodies, Namjoon fucking into him, faster, faster, hard and pulling Jungkook’s weak body down to meet his cock, kissing Jungkook with a hot, wet mouth, hissing as he came and filled up the latex dividing them.
Tongue and soft groans, Jungkook let Namjoon lick them out of him, and when they both started to come down from their pleasured high, Namjoon was actually blushing.
“You’re… really so pretty.”
“T-thank you,” Jungkook hated the stutter that came out, surprised by how adoring the drummer sounded with his praise, his big, pierced cock still twitching inside him. “I think you’re pretty too.”
Namjoon kissed him again and again and again, arms wrapped around Jungkook’s waist and holding them flush, barely parting for air. Jungkook wasn’t able to get hard again but was absolutely still horny, and when Namjoon’s cock slipped out of him, Jungkook felt a little sad.
I guess this is it.
The best fling of my life, over.
Namjoon seemed to have other ideas though.
“You hungry?”
Hungry?
Jungkook almost salivated at the thought of getting a meal.
“Always.”
“Lemme take you for some food,” that blush was back, heavy and cute despite Namjoon’s rough appearance, taking Jungkook’s hands, kissing at his tattooed knuckles. “Can I?”
“Fuck, yes,” Jungkook grinned, wanting to laugh, absolutely wanting to let this hunky musician take him out to eat post-sex. “Please.”
Jimin and Yoongi were still going at it, so a silent decision was made to leave them be.
“We’ll be at McDonald's,” Namjoon shouted into the van after they’d gotten mostly dressed, the night cold and full of stars, the van door slightly ajar. “If you guys wanna meet us there when you’re uh… done.”
“Fuck off, Joon.”
“Bye, hyung.”
It wasn’t a far walk, but Namjoon made sure to hold Jungkook’s hand the whole way.
“I think we won,” the drummer said, when the golden arches were in sight. Jungkook laughed, his hand warm, loving how weathered Namjoon’s palms felt.
“I dunno… I reckon they might go all night.”
“Yoongi reckons he ate someone out for half a day once,” and for some reason, Jungkook absolutely believed it. “So, you might be right.”
“Lucky Jimin.”
A twink appeared in Namjoon’s eye, and he squeezed Jungkook’s hand on the wrong side of gentle.
“You want that?”
A small, teasing hum, and Jungkook fluttered his lashes.
“Think we could beat that record?”
A slap to his rear, and Jungkook squealed in the night air.
“With an ass like yours? I could eat you out until I died.”
“We can’t have that,” Jungkook truly meant it, enjoying this all too much. “What would your band do without you?”
“Replace me with Hoseok, probably. He plays a mean set.”
“But I would miss you.”
Oops.
Namjoon grinned, bright and brilliant, all white teeth and pretty, perfect dimples.
“Would you?”
Jungkook was blushing.
He didn’t even try to hide it.
“Yeah,” the confession was weak, but it was more than Jungkook had ever confessed to before. “I would.”
Namjoon cupped his cheeks, pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, and Jungkook was dizzy with happiness.
“We can’t have that.”
“We can’t.”
“So, I better see you at our next show then, right? Since you’d miss me.”
“Naturally.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
“Perfect.”
Namjoon’s kisses were sweet and warm, and Jungkook wondered if he’d finally met his match too.
I only fuck musicians.
He giggled against plush lips, and licked away the watermelon.
I think I’ve had enough of that.
Yeah.
Jungkook squealed again when Namjoon scooped him up, and kissed him all the way to the promised food.
I don’t need them all.
Maybe just one.
Hmm.
No harm in giving it a try…
Right?