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It was always a little surprising for Namjoon when he came home, beyond tired from all the horrid hours he puts into going to the studio, trying to get the right beats, sometimes it happens and most times it doesn't, then dragging his fried brain back to the dorms, only to be met with a sight he secretly enjoyed to witness.
It's wrong, it's got to be so wrong. There must be a rule in the make-believe book of "Things the Leader of the Group should NEVER EVER do" that forbids him from seeing their maknae this way.
Must keep it a secret, he can never tell anyone. Namjoon can never ever tell him how he opens the door, just a crack to peek through, having heard the telltale music from when he entered the hall leading to his and Jungkook's shared room.
It's so wrong, how he leaves just enough room for him to get a good view of the "baby" of the group in a satin ebony dress, one that stops right above the knee but still reveals just enough of the milky smooth thighs Jungkook so beautifully earned from hours and hours of working out and dancing, one of his many intricately styled chokers resting upon his neck to accentuate the defined jawline and the dark colour a stark contrast to his skin tone.
How come he never stopped himself, never just shut the door the first time he had peeked in on the maknae's alone time. It was his alone time, after all, things he never needed the members to see. Though Namjoon knew the others would just love to see Jungkook right now, the black satin dress catching on all the right curves, his toned chest and upper body making up for the lack of cleavage and it seemed like it was made for dancing.
They all yearned for the baby of the group, some more vocal than others. He couldn't count all the times Jimin or Hoseok bragged about getting together with Jungkook, debating on who got the most time and got to do the most things with the kid. Jimin usually won these debates, and Namjoon had to admit he was jealous. How come he was so late to the party? Even Seokjin got a chance with the maknae, albeit it was technically a punishment on Jin's side at first but...the point still stood.
The leader couldn't quite tell which song was playing, he didn't really care, but the slow yet bassy vibe of it was just right for Jungkook. It was nothing like they ever put into choreos before, the way he moved. Jungkook's hips swayed with the tune, making sure his arms, right till the tips of his fingers, were in proper sync. Even at club dancing, the younger was still meticulously with his moves.
Tonight wasn't the first time, oh no. Almost each and every time Namjoon leaves after schedules to go to his studio and work for a couple hours, he is blessed with the sight of the maknae, his maknae, dancing as if there was a stranger behind him.
He could imagine it now, has imagined it before. Just, Namjoon was the stranger. A club in Itaewon, view hazy from the dimmed lights and continuous flashing of the stage lights up above. The music was blaring loud, bass so deep it was almost shaking the ground, the shot glass of a Fireball mix in Namjoon's hand shudders from just how loud it was. He'd spot the firstly faceless boy across the dance floor, noticing that he was alone but a few men did come up to ask for a dance. The boy would shake them off, adjusting the skirt of his dress and going back to the solo sensual waving of his hips and arms that casually caressed his body.
You can do it, Namjoon would mumble under his breath, eyes hungry and glaring eager daggers over to the boy and at one point Namjoon could've sworn he saw the boy wave him over.
Now's your chance...
His clumsy and long legs finally budged from how they had been on standby, making his way across the crowded floor and stopping right in front of the brunette, now that he was close enough to identify. Said boy's eyes may have been hooded and filled with some sort of twisted want, but there was still this innocence Namjoon could pick up on.
A purity, of some sort. Quite contrary to the godly body packed tight into the one piece outfit, the young man's face was defined yet baby-like. He had a sharp jawline but pouty, roseate lips that were curled up into a smile as he looked slightly up to Namjoon.
He was beautiful, so so beautiful. He was unlike any other creature Namjoon had ever encountered and he wanted the boy all to himself.
Hyung...
It was whispered, so quiet that Namjoon could barely hear it. His eyes were still scanning the boy's face, thinking he was still in his fantasy jerk-box in his mind but as soon as he felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around his shoulders and one hand trail up to tangle in the shorter hair at the back of his head, Namjoon was snapped back into reality.
And the reality was that instead of just stumbling his way over to Jungkook in his daydream, he actually had walked into their room and he looked between them, seeing his hands were resting on Jungkook's hips.
They were in the simple bump-n-grind position, Jungkook's ass pressed up against Namjoon's crotch, back arching slightly to give it a gorgeous curve. Arms up and reached out behind him to anchor himself on the taller of the two.
"Hyung, don't stop it feels good."
That was all Jungkook had to say to burn away the doubt and nervous bubbly pit in Namjoon's core and he let go. Let go of how worried he was that this was the youngest of their group. He's meant to be the big brother figure for him and that was that. Nothing more.
"Fuck, Jungkook..." He sneered through his clenched jaw, fluttering his eyes shut and feeling the music for a moment before using his hands to guide Jungkook's hips.
Grinded him down against the quickly hardening bulge in his baggy shorts and the youngest easily followed along with the movements. Namjoon set a slow pace to their "dancing", though all he wanted was to bend the maknae over his desk right then and there but he needed a little restraint. Couldn't do that, it would scare Jungkook away.
Or worse, get him to think Namjoon just wanted him for his body.
Deep down, the elder knew how he felt. Knew it wasn't right, of course, he did. He'd stress about it day and night, Jungkook was just a kid... Well, a 19-year-old kid who was old enough to do whatever he wanted. But still.
It was strange, he met this boy when he was barely a teen. Saw him as just another child, a shy and closed off child, he quickly grew to love him as a younger brother. Someone he could mentor and guide and show the world to.
Jungkook wasn't that child anymore. He quickly proved to everyone he wasn't a kid anymore. Continuously proved to the fans with his risque comments and toned arms he seldom showed off. And Jungkook tried, he really did, to show his hyungs he wasn't a baby anymore. Namjoon could see him try, watched from the side. The maknae would urge Jin to let him help cook, he put off studying to have fun and go out with Taehyung and Jimin, and he stayed up late nights working on routines Hoseok might use for a song.
He wasn't a kid to them, he was an equal. Jungkook knew he was one of them and the other members made sure to make him feel that way. But Namjoon had to admit they time and time again babied Jungkook to no return.
"You like that, baby? Like when I grind you on me?" Namjoon's voice had dropped and octave and was extremely hoarse, all the pent up sexual frustration he had bubbling over.
He's wanted this for so long. Namjoon has yearned to bend the boy over and take him as he is, let Jungkook feel every inch of his body and show him how it feels to be loved like that. Prove that he could fuck Jungkook better than Seokjin or Hoseok or Jimin. That he could most importantly, love him more.
But he soon opted for another option.
"Please, please... I've wanted this for so long, I don't want to wait anymore, hyung." Jungkook pretty much mewled out, and Namjoon didn't miss one beat. He spun the younger around to face him and leaned down to eagerly crash their lips together, teeth clashing and tongues enthusiastically tangling. Wasting zero seconds, the elder's arms moved down and his hands hooked Jungkook's thighs, lifting him up and carrying him with ease.
He laid Jungkook out on his bed, crawling to hover over him as if he was a predator who had just captured his prey and slowly began dragging the zipper of his dress down his side and letting it perfectly outline the curvature of the dancer's body. Namjoon slipped both sculpted arms through the sleeves and tugged the dress down, kissing every new expanse of skin he was faced with and making sure no part of Jungkook was left unmarked. He nipped and nibbled and bit into the milky skin and the dress was finally fully off and thrown into some arbitrary corner of their shared room.
"Baby..." Namjoon mumbled out as he focused his attention on Jungkook's gorgeously toned pectoral area, purposely making sure to nip around the nipple but never fully meet with it, "How do you want it? Tell me what you want me to do."
Jungkook was already a squirming mess underneath the older rapper, who finally blessed him by latching his full lips onto his nipple and giving it one long suckle. This caused Jungkook to jolt a bit and his hands splayed out to fist at the sheets. He wasn't even sure what he wanted at this point, he had been trying for so long to get Namjoon like this, hovering over him with this new animalistic aura to him that was only ever evident when the man was on stage and pouring his heart out into his rap. But he didn't think past this really...
"F-fuck me, please..." The maknae's voice was a near whisper, his cheeks ablaze and he no longer dripped with confidence and cockiness as per usual. And it was disgustingly adorable to Namjoon.
"Yes, oh fuck yes. I'll do you so good..." Namjoon was spewing bullshit, his mind racing and mouth desperately trying to catch up in the marathon. Yet he leaned back and shook his shirt and shorts off in 30 seconds flat. At least he didn't fall off the small bed.
"Gonna take these off," He narrated and his index fingers hooked on either side of Jungkook's skimpy briefs and slowly slipped them off the slender hips, "And slowly turn you around." It may have been weird what he was doing, narrating his actions to the person who was experiencing this along with him. But it felt right.
The younger didn't need Namjoon to even turn him around, just as he was finished speaking Jungkook quickly rolled onto his stomach, pert little ass sticking up in the air thanks to him propping himself up on his knees. His face laid against the pillow as he wiggled his ass around slightly, a silent invitation to the other man.
"Gonna fuck you open, slowly. You'll be beggin' for me to stop."
Namjoon reached over to his bedside table and opened it, rummaging around for a moment before pulling out a pack of lubricant. He gently ripped it open and poured the cold liquid over his long fingers, taking the couple of seconds he needed to warm the lube up to lean forward and let his teeth catch on Jungkook's magnificent asscheek, showering the flesh with the same possessive treatment he gave the younger's body earlier.
"Slow, so so slow. Use my fingers first, have you weeping as my finger ram themselves into you and you'll want to come. But baby, no coming yet." Namjoon brought his lubed hand up and, without any warning, let his index and middle finger slide into Jungkook's fluttering hole with ease.
"Look how easy that was," Namjoon groaned out as he pumped his fingers, ears blissfully ringing at the sounds of Jungkook whimpering with each thrust of his slender fingers, "been fucked a lot, princess? I know you've gotten around the dorm once or twice."
Jungkook couldn't do anything, he just wordlessly nodded as his mouth hung open, Namjoon taking his silence as a go ahead to add his ring finger into the mix and continue mouthing on.
"I've heard the stories. How you let the members do you, on the counters, in the shower. You even let Jimin fuck you against our closet door. How. Fucking. Dare. He?" Namjoon accentuated each of his words with a harsh snap of his wrist, causing Jungkook to cry out loudly and bury his face even further into the fluffy pillow.
"I'm s-sorry! Please, hyung, it's too much I want to feel y-you." Jungkook blubbered out, he was barely making sense and his moans were caught in his throat when Namjoon swiped his fingers in a particular angle and brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves tucked right along his velvety walls.
"Oh, you'll feel me. You'll never forget the feeling of my cock, baby." His voice was borderline just a groan at this point and Namjoon hastily removed his fingers from Jungkook's hole.
The rapper gave him no real time to whine and beg further because Namjoon was already sliding in, having at some point in his mindless babbles taken his boxers off and lathered his member with a liberal amount of lube before inching into Jungkook's still so tight heat.
"O-oh fuck.." He wasn't all too sure if he moaned this or Jungkook did, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the completely unadulterated sensation shooting through their veins as Namjoon continued to push in and in, till he finally bottomed out.
Jungkook shuddered violently and tried his hardest not to break, not now, not yet at least. He was already a whimpering mess because of just how full he felt. He hadn't felt this full in a little while, having not fucked in a couple of weeks as he had been trying to get the attention of the older's.
Jungkook was needy, and it showed very obviously as he began to rut back against Namjoon, his back arching like it had done before when they were dancing once he got used to the sizeable length.
"H-hyung... Namjoon, fucking fuck move! Please, I need it." Tears threatened to spill over Jungkook's water line and he really didn't want to cry, didn't want to show weakness in front of Namjoon. It had taken him so long to prove to his leader that he wasn't the same 15-year-old punk he had met one day in the agency's studio. He was grown up, his body had filled out and his mind had matured more if that was even possible. Now was not the time to show that he may have still been that child.
"Anything for you, princess." The name was fitting, Namjoon thought for just a split second before he focused on the task at hand. He pulled his hips back, looking down and watching as his cock slowly slid out of Jungkook and just barely leaving the crown of the head inside before snapping back forward, groaning at the sight of his maknae's needy hole sucking him back in perfectly.
He repeated these actions multiple times, noticing how he could definitely get off to slowly fucking into Jungkook and staring at just how well the younger took him. But no, he couldn't keep doing that. So Namjoon took the chance and began snapping his hips at a rather fast pace, each one of his aggressive thrusts causing him to shift deeper into Jungkook and though he thought it was impossible, the younger continued to take him in more and more.
"C-can you feel it, baby? Just how well you're taking me in? God, you look so beautiful like this, a complete wreck."
Jungkook keened as he felt a few more inches slide into him with Namjoon's intensity, he felt as if he was on the brink of exploding. Fresh tears began freely streaming down his face and he let them pool around his lips and cheek as he was forced further into the pillow, his hyung's thrusts shaking and pushing him and he knew he was done for. He could've came like that, but he needed that little bit. That extra nudge off the edge to have him in fucking heaven.
And Namjoon sure as hell gave it to him. Squeezing Jungkook's asscheeks and spreading them, he began to drive his cock into the younger with a new found goal. Make him come, make him come so hard he's seeing stars and the only named burned on his tongue was Namjoon and no one else's. At some point he must have hit Jungkook's prostate as the boy lurched forward and let out a strangled cry, tears now mixing with the trail of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth as he screamed profanities and "Namjoon, Namjoon, oh fuck Namjoon."
It was all too much and Jungkook knew he was far gone as his toes curled and his thigh muscles tensed up, hole fluttering and clenching around Namjoon's length as the maknae finally came undone on the sheets beneath him, unconsciously rutting his hips back to toss the older off that same cliff and Namjoon wasn't too far behind on the fall. He stilled his hips and let out a guttural grunt, releasing white hot spurts of come into the convulsing and overstimulated boy under him.
They stayed like that for a moment, Namjoon leaning forward on his hands to steady himself and catch his breath and Jungkook lay nearly limp and completely fucked out on the bed, shoulders rising and falling with each pant for air and barely finding the strength to wipe the moisture from his cheeks and lips. Though eventually, Namjoon began to pull out, both of them groaning quietly at the sensitivity and Jungkook nearly immediately dropped flat onto the bed, the older not too far behind.
"That was..." Jungkook croaked out, his voice scratchy from the continuous use and Namjoon worried for a moment that he may have lost it completely, "amazing."
The other man smiled groggily, turning on his side to look at Jungkook, who followed suit till they were face to face and in each other's arms tightly. A bundle of limbs tangled together and Namjoon didn't have anything much to say, for once. He just tucked Jungkook's head safely into the crook of his neck as he noticed the boy drifting in and out of sleep and he mumbled little nothings and soft praises into his ears.
It was wrong, had to be so wrong. He was well older than Jungkook, maybe not as much as Seokjin or Yoongi, but it still mattered. Namjoon was the leader, he should look at everything with a clear rationale and never let emotion cloud any of his important judgments. But here he was, laying in bed with a sleeping maknae in his arms and a drying layer of sweat and other bodily fluids on his body.
Did Namjoon regret it? Hell to the no. Now he had some leverage at the breakfast table the next day. And he also just got to give Jungkook the most pleasurable night he may have ever had. It was a win-win in all books ever.
Namjoon pressed one final kiss to his maknae's temple, shutting his eyes and letting his breathing simmer down to a shorter pace and he slept well that night, better than he ever has. Maybe it was the increasingly warm body curled up in his embrace or the idea that he just made love to, pretty much, the forbidden fruit of the group. Either way, he slept with an excited buzz surrounding the two and Namjoon knew he'd have to do this again.
No matter how wrong it was.