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Namjoon is in his shower when he hears his phone go off. Rings after rings of beeping make Namjoon tsk. Ignoring the sound, he rubs a generous amount of shampoo in his hair in little circles wanting the stress from the all-nighter to leave his body. The lather feels nice in his hair. The cocoa from the shampoo reminds him of his last night’s fuck. The guy from the Sociology department smelled of chocolates, too sweet for Namjoon’s taste but he fucked like a drilling machine. Getting bent on one of the oak tables in the library was Namjoon’s fantasy and his study partner providing just that was too tempting to say no.

That’s what Namjoon has been doing in his time in college, studying and fucking his ass off. During lectures, it’d be him penning every word that his professors uttered and after lectures, it’d be him letting people pin him down whichever way they liked.

Namjoon hardly fell in love. A relationship was absolutely off the table even with his close fuck buddies who’d wax poetries on how beautiful Namjoon is. He is the kind that fulfilled people’s fantasies. He is the kind that would ride a good dick with a perky ass, slender neck, and his signature rimmed glasses.

One more thing Kim Namjoon, the top in class from Psychology Department is known for is his on and off fling with the Football coach. It’d be a perfectly normal day to find Kim Namjoon making his way to the field in his little skirts and baggy sweaters to Mr Kim Seokjin with a pearl shiny face and veiny hands.

Legend has it that they’ve been seen sucking each other behind the bleachers. It is also said that Kim Namjoon likes to have Seokjin’s cum on his face after a rough fuck by the trees.

Namjoon leaves the washroom with his hair tied in a towel. He carefully maneuvers to his side table to reach his glasses wanting to see whoever was texting him.

His phone is always flooded with unknown numbers wanting to take him out sometimes on a date and sometimes for a good night. As Namjoon scrolls through endless texts, he catches up on an old acquaintance.

The text reads, “Locker Room. After the match.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but giggle at the text. Kim Seokjin, the football coach desperately trying to get hold of him.

Knj: I have to wait? Do you not know how impatient I can get?

Ksj: I know but think you’ll be really cute begging for it

A giggle bubbles up in his throat. The pearl face is known for being audacious in the field with his team. Being familiar with his bedroom scene, Namjoon is aware he brings the same to the bed. Although they often have hooked up in the coach’s chambers, the locker room sounds intriguing to Namjoon.

His phone buzzes again and this time he has to suppress a whine. He gulps down as he opens the incoming picture only to find a half-chub dick that could split Namjoon into two halves. The urge to blow it, knowing the load certainly matches the package is through the sky. His already used hole puckers at the thought of gagging on it. A text attached to it read–

Ksj: see you tonight love<3

A gentleman, Namjoon thinks to himself. Riled up by the picture, he decides to give himself another quickie. He stretched himself open on his own fingers, and moans his heart out in the pillow all the while fucking himself with one of his larger dildos. It stretches him just right, maybe he imagines the coach doing it in a coaching jersey, veiny hands grabbing his ass. That’s Namjoon’s secret to keep.

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The game is packed. The crowd being raucous and lively, it is no secret that playing rivals brought more people out. Namjoon’s feelings about football are as neutral as it can get. He loves a good teeth-tattering game but also doesn’t like to go on in detail about the techniques. Something about them always goes above his head.

He takes his seat. From his place, he can easily see the team and their captain, Jeon Jungkook. Namjoon wouldn’t be interested in Football if it weren’t for his hookup and late-night coffee sessions with the coach. The post-orgasmic clarity would often end up turning into fact trivia on the players, and their strategies for future games.

From Seokjin, Namjoon knows Jeon is a hyper-focused young lad. An exceptional player, often complementing his speed with teamwork. A leader in the pack.

Namjoon is interrupted by another buzz from his cell phone. This time the text reads– “eyes on me love”

Namjoon blushes through his smile only to spot Seokjin entering the benches reserved for the players, walking in like sex on legs. Namjoon admires how commanding he gets, demanding the best from already the best team in the city. That vein that pops on his forehead when he shouts at his players is very similar to the one when he thrusts himself into Namjoon. Remembering it twitches something in Namjoon and he presses his legs together. Deep breaths, 45 minutes more.

The game is long but worth it. If a brutal head-to-head match came with longing stares from people around him but also lustful piercing gaze from the coach across the field, Namjoon thinks he can watch the game once in a while.

When the game does end, he finds himself outside the locker room. They had won. Winning meant an extended ride on adrenaline and locker room rituals. Namjoon understands that precisely and waits patiently till the guys empty the room.

He pushes his way into the locker room and hears a rattling along the back row. He’s been in this vicinity before, once with the senior year Shooting Guard of the Basketball team. The flashbacks of the harsh grip of his big hands, the rough slamming of his strong hips, the grunts, and the dirty words of Min Yoongi in his ears as he hiked up Namjoon’s little skirt is still so fresh in his memory.

Namjoon swallows to suppress a whine at the memory. Dick so good that he whines even after months. The door rattles again and Namjoon holds onto his breath. It only escapes when he sees Seokjin smiling down at him.

Seconds turn to minutes and the next thing Namjoon knows he has a plush set of lips over him, nipping his lower lip while a hand grabs his ass and another works up his hole.

It hardly took Seokjin minutes to make room for himself. Namjoon’s ass hurt the best way possible, the skirt hung just above the curve of his waist and Namjoon knew it would have lasted a lot longer had they lost this match, maybe he would have twisted the bruised ego of the coach to get his ass pounded.

They were hardly quiet, little squeaks of the cold metal of the lockers, the smack of their lips, the grunts of the pushing and pulling, the musty air laden with their body fluids. Uncaring if anyone will hear them, Seokjin digs his teeth in Namjoon’s neck.

Namjoon mewls under him only to gasp for air with the way he gets filled up. Namjoon has always found the orgasm faces very amusing. All of his partners have had a variety of them. Some looked surprised as if they didn’t know they were about to orgasm. The guy from his psychology class looked adorable because he used to giggle after he finished. This one guy looked like he was about to sneeze, it was weird how it turned on Namjoon.

Seokjin’s would slowly turn red but also his already pushed back hair would give way to the veins on his head to appear. So much so that Namjoon could actually tell when he was about to orgasm, the vein would become prominent, and the red would creep slowly from his neck to his face.

It was unfair how much that face turned him on. His cock gives a twitch at the mere thought of it and Namjoon hooks his leg over Seokjin’s waist in the hope to give him newer depths to discover.

“Oh my god,” Namjoon is the most vocal when Seokjin is rearranging his gut like this, big hands moving up the bare skin of his tummy, up and up until they are cupping his chest, pinching nipples above the colorful fabric, Namjoon’s ass clenching tight. “Yes, please, faster hyung, please, please, p-please–”

“Cute,” Seokjin purrs, arching Namjoon into him, sinking his cock in and out, in and out, the lube squelching obscenely. “Now lift your skirt for me again baby, I wanna see your pretty ass.”

“God, You take hyung’s dick so well.”

“I know,” is Namjoon’s strained reply, proud of himself for making Seokjin sound so awe beyond belief. “Just me, right?”

“Just you,” Seokjin’s thumb prodded against where he was stretched, making him whimper, jolting forward in Seokjin’s firm grasp. “Fuck, you are perfect.”

In a quick practiced motion, Seokjin runs his hands on Namjoon’s hard cock. He shivers in response to which Seokjin smirks. “Want me to touch you, baby?”

Namjoon, too high on the ride, unable to speak, merely nods. His cock gives another twitch when the elder spits on it, stroking it lightly.

Their eyes meet in desperation, Namjoon sees a bead of sweat running down Seokjin’s forehead and the urge to lick his salt clean is through the roof in him.

“Almost there baby,” Seokjin grunts in his mouth, and Namjoon swallows. He nods again, letting out a shaky moan, stretched well by the monster he mewls under the older’s gaze.

Their moans covered the sound of footsteps. It was only when Seokjin thrusts in him angrily that his eyes fly open when Namjoon seems to notice a dumbstruck boy standing in front of them.

The silence in the room is filled with the couple caught in the act steadying their breaths while a very confused boy looks at them. He practically stares. Namjoon has to clear his throat to make the boy look the other way.

It’s all ruined. They were so close to reaching their highs and it’s all ruined. Namjoon feels Seokjin go numb by the second inside him and he tsks again. Sensing the frustration, Seokjin asks, “Did you need anything Jungkook-ah?”

Namjoon is silent. He pulls his panties up and irons his skirt a little to look presentable. He quickly heads to the bathroom to clean himself.

“Umm.. No, coach. I just came to lock down the lockers,” Jungkook hesitates. “I’m sorry to disturb you, I’ll get going.”

Seokjin pulls himself together, putting on his joggers and wiping his face with the wet wipes from Namjoon’s little backpack. “Hmm, alright.”

He doesn’t spare a glance to Jungkook, but rather knocks on the bathroom door and tells Namjoon that he’ll text. Within minutes he disappears behind the doors.

Namjoon cleans his sore self a little more. The locker room fills with his slow whimpers and Jungkook thinks it’s his cue to get out of here.

The embarrassment of walking onto his coach feels dreadful. He is going to get an earful soon. With how mysterious his coach is, Jungkook cannot possibly guess whether it will be public humiliation or private. He’s the captain of the college soccer team who walked on his coach having sex in the locker room. A chill runs down his spine.

Punishment in public it is.

Whatever it is that is coming for him, he should face it like a man. And he must apologize to the parties involved for his intrusion. Right? That’s what decent human beings do.

He waits patiently for Namjoon to get out of the bathroom. He counts every tick of the clock and it only raises his nerves. Ahh, why did he take the keys from the janitor to lock up today? Every time he thinks he’s doing something good, he ends up in shit.

He scowls at himself. He is the biggest shithead there has to be in human existence.

When Namjoon returns, he finds a stressed face instead of a shocked one, or what he would have expected. He has big eyes, that boy, and also has cute cheeks. He reminds Namjoon of innocence. He giggles to himself. He makes his way to the dustbin to throw some of the thrash when he hears the big-eyed boy speak.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” Jungkook says, eyes lowered to the ground not daring to meet Namjoon’s.

Polite.

Plaint.

Namjoon takes a moment before replying. He ties his shoelaces in the meanwhile and then sweetly, “It’s okay, don’t mind it.”

The sugar in his tone must hit Jungkook with a splash, for he looks a little dumbfounded, a little more lost. Namjoon turns to leave and then with a smile he says, “now you know where to go when you’re ready for it.”

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“There’s Centre forward, 13, Park Jimin, attractive in the field and in bed,” Seokjin grunts, winking at Namjoon as he kneads Namjoon’s pectoral muscles.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. He didn’t sign up for this player rant when he said yes to Coach Kim today. He uses this distracted state of Mr. Kim to manhandle him until Mr. Kim is hovering over him.

It surprises Seokjin, but the devil knows he only gives a smirk in return. Devil indeed. Namjoon’s hands grip his thighs.

Seokjin sighs at the touch only to thrust back with greater fervor. Namjoon sees it all, and in an attempt to match the coach’s attempt he pushes his pectoral muscles closer. Kim Seokjin found peace in Namjoon’s body. That was his favorite thing about Namjoon.

“Ahh- hyung, tell me about Jeon, the captain,” Namjoon mewls, as the older man settles his lower body over Namjoon’s upper.

“Someone’s gotta crush, hmm,” Seokjin moans in his ears releasing his already hard cock. He caresses it, lewd noises leaving his mouth. Namjoon keens at the sight of it. He needs it. In his mouth and in between his tits.

“Put it in here, hyung,” Namjoon whimpers, clearly agitated at the loss of touch. Seokjin smirks in response.

“Desperate Joonie?”

The things that followed from Namjoon’s mouth could only be categorized as noises and music to Seokjin’s ears. Seokjin had to press his tits together for greater friction because God knows how wet his dick gets at the prospects of half-naked men lying on his office couch, mouth open for Seokjin’s fingers or better a nice gag.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” Seokjin mutters, head tilting back as pleasure bubbles all over his lower belly.

“Jeon.. tell me about him,” Namjoon whispers, his breath fanning over Seokjin’s belly.

This is so dirty, something Namjoon would have dreamt in his dreams. Wet and sloppy thrusts that have him hard in his pants. Here he is, literally getting his boobs fucked. He groans as Seokjin takes over the pace, thrusting slowly in between them, arousal flaring all over his body.

“Jeon Jungkook, UG in Film, 24, focused and talented. A perfect leader,” Seokjin mutters. The angle he’s thrusting at can make him come in minutes, and as much as he wants to come painting Namjoon’s face pretty white, he thinks he should hold off a while longer.

So he puts his fingers into Namjoon’s mouth as his other hand wanders around the broad muscles of Namjoon. “Took up the gym, slut?” Seokjin curses, “Shit I’m close suck me off”

Namjoon merely nods to both. Partially because the Coach hardly gives him a chance to say anything. He’s kneeling on his knees taking the package while his hole purrs in anticipation of something similar.

“Yes, just like that,” Seokjin says, caressing Namjoon’s hair, “Yes baby, a little faster”

Namjoon follows the orders like an obedient student. He plays around the balls something sucking their life off only to earn nasty grunts from Seokjin. It makes him happy to be able to give people a good ride.

Seokjin’s dick twitches at that and Namjoon can see the forehead vein from his place. He increases his speed by licking the package in anticipation of the load.

“Why Jeon?” Seokjin asks, out of the blue but Namjoon just smirks. He wraps his tongue around the cock and soon feels Seokjin release hot liquid.

As if on cue, he brings his boobs together leaving the dick around. He looks up at Seokjin from between his legs. Those eyes beg Seokjin of his load on his chest and he happily fulfills.

Ropes and ropes of white-hot cum color Namjoon’s face and tits and he heaves a happy sigh. Some spots that color the corner of his mouth, he licks them happily.

“Fuck, you’re so hot boy,” Seokjin sighs into Namjoon’s hair.

After they have cleaned up, Seokjin starts again. “Why Jeon?”

Namjoon thought he could avoid the question if he just smiled at it. But the thoughts that spring up in his head at the mention of the Captain are unholy. He fixes his panties, dropping the used one in his backpack. He smiles and meets Seokjin’s eyes, “he’s cute”

“He's a virgin,” Seokjin says, pointedly.

Namjoon giggles at that, the harmless kind, and then sweetly says, “All the more reason Hunny”

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As much as Namjoon likes to squirm under a guy he also likes to stay ahead of his classes. So when the TA for Asian Studies elective suggested he join the extra workshop for a week after school he happily said yes. All the more reason to ignore the clingy guys from Dorm.

It is a regular Wednesday when Namjoon finds his way to the auditorium after lunch. He wears khaki pants to go with his lacy shirt. A look or two from here and there while he walks down the corridor and he’s happy. He feels pretty.

The professor had already begun with the lecture. Namjoon takes quick short steps to reach an empty seat at the further end of the hall. He smiles at the professor who graciously returns it.

Towards the end of the hour, Namjoon decides to look around for faces in the workshop. He spots Yi-Hun from Sociology. Yi-Hun winks at him and Namjoon rolls his eyes. So much for a guy who constantly flirts with him when Namjoon is very clear about his ‘no dating after sex’ policy.

Namjoon switches sides. He scans the room to his left. He finds a few familiar faces, some past hookups, and classmates. He is courteous enough to smile at them.

A moment and he gasps.

As the professor goes on blabbering, Namjoon feels someone take a seat next to him. There is significant distance between them but Namjoon catches a whip of a bergamot cloud. Through the sides of his eye, he can see him. A puppy face with swollen bags under the eyes. A boy in an oversized tee and soccer shorts.

He turns another 45 degrees in the direction of the boy and the full picture brings him joy. He smiles to himself.

“You smell of sweat,” Namjoon whispers.

Jungkook looks at him offended. Immediately he smells himself over his tee-shirt and sighs. Eyebrows furrowing in disgust he stomps his right foot.

A moment later, he whisper-says back, “Just so you know I showered.”

Namjoon nods, biting a little smile. “Straight from practice?”

Jungkook nods in response.

Namjoon goes back to jotting every single word that came out of the Professor.

This time it was Jungkook who broke the silence. He sees Namjoon diligently write everything. Hesitatingly he asks, “Do you happen to have things that I missed? From the start of the lecture?”

Namjoon, when he hears the raw voice, the growl, something he’d want to hear first thing in the morning feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The cat must have caught his tongue for he merely nods.

“Great,” The boy responds, smiling like a baby and Namjoon is sure it is the reason behind his racy heart. Knowing that he caught Namjoon in the act in the locker room doesn’t help either.

Namjoon runs a quick glance over the thighs. The shorts really didn’t leave any room for his imagination. They are thick and glowing as if a fresh coat of sunscreen sits on the skin waiting for its turn to trickle down the layers.

He visibly gulps. He feels his hole clench over nothing. Shaking his head he tries to keep his pandora box of dirty thoughts at bay.

The lecture ends swiftly after that. Namjoon is quick to gather his things. Only when Jungkook taps his shoulder he turns to look at him.

All the confidence that Jeon Jungkook, the captain of the Soccer team had in him, seems to have boiled down to his voice when he asks, “can I get your number?”

Namjoon notices the blush coloring the captain’s cheek. A vibrant pink.

He smiles in return, sweet and small. A hopeless hope bubbling under his throat, maybe this is the solution to his already puckered hole. “Sure,” he says in return when taking Jungkook’s phone.

When it’s all done, Jungkook says, “thank you, I’ll need that for the lecture notes.”

Giggles that are music to Namjoon’s ear. The notes of course. Here he was hoping for a quickie. Bad timing Namjoon. It’s a shame how the innocence in Jungkook’s eyes twists something dark and dirty in Namjoon. He’s got to get over the boy.

That evening when none of the guys could satisfy his urge to get the fuck over Jungkook, he rode his large with complimentary synthetic cum dildo for ‘special occasions’ thinking how it’d overwhelm Jungkook. How with every thrust, his throat would close up making the moan choke on his tongue. While his eyes, his eyes would turn glassy as Jungkook would thread his fingers in Namjoon’s hair pulling him for a rough kiss.

The darkness in him grows by the second thinking of Jungkook’s teary eyes as he chokes on his own mixture of sobs and moans while he makes his cock fuck the life out of Namjoon. His cock twitches at that.

Chasing his high he strokes his useless cock that springs at the thought of Jungkook’s tears pooling on his lower back and his skin ready to soak in Jungkook’s every bit. Fuck!

He is so vile for these filthy thoughts about a virgin. He knows it. Jungkook being a virgin is something that makes his orbs darken.

Breaths turn to gasps and Namjoon knows he is close. He clicks on the cum spray for the feeling of fullness, for the feeling of being bred. He desperately tugs the foreskin on the shaft for some pain.

He cums at the thought of Jungkook biting his neck. He imagines the sweat that pooled on Jungkook’s forehead running down his face, mixing with the tears from under his eyes and ultimately falling on Namjoon’s stomach, in the pool of his cum.

Namjoon’s room smells of sex, cum, and sweat and the echos his phone’s message tone. Namjoon checks his phone, while he catches his breath. A text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey, can I get the notes?

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Surprisingly Jeon Jungkook came with big muscles and stupid jokes. Jokes that Namjoon would roll his eyes over but jokes that would tease out a giggle past his lips.

Namjoon would be laying in his bed surrounded by his class material, glitter pens, and neat transparent sticky notes when his phone would ring with texts from the captain. Sometimes it would be about class notes and sometimes just random pickup lines for late-night playground dates. This time it is for something else though.

Jjk: you up?

Knj: hello there

Jjk: hey

Jjk: I need your help with a paper that is due tomorrow

Knj: ah

Knj: my room then?

Jjk: yes please sociology is giving me blue balls

Knj: come over I’ll take care of it ;)

Namjoon puts his phone down on the nightstand. It would be a shame to say that he wasn’t disappointed. When the message tone dinged Namjoon was so sure it’d be some guy asking for the night. Seeing the innocent boy ask for help for his paper killed the last arousal in his body. Guess he’s staying in and studying the night.

Jungkook announces his arrival with a soft knock on the door. Namjoon, who has now changed to satin pajamas to a more decent tee and sweats, welcomes him with a smile.

“Come in,” he says, short and sweet.

Jungkook enters to find a cute room for a college student. Neatly stacked clothes from the laundry and fairy lights over the bed.

“Wow,” he says with a little sigh.

“Hm?”

“Cute,” he nods along.

Namjoon smiles in return, shy and pretty. Never in his entire time in the uni has someone complimented his room. Usually, they were quick enough to have him whimpering under the lights, damning the lights.

Namjoon takes a short breath in, “so sociology?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook begins to unpack his bag.

Namjoon sits stomach flattened on the bed, the corners of the tee riding high till his navel as Jungkook hits the submit button on the screen. His eyes travel slowly and steadily over Namjoon’s body. Jungkook swallows non-existing stuff, with a loud gulp, and Namjoon scoffs. When their eyes meet, Namjoon grins as Jungkook shuts his laptop and starts stretching. Namjoon helped Jungkook with the essay. The sole purpose of Jungkook’s visit was fulfilled. Citing extraordinary sources and recently concluded research, Jungkook is elated with how the essay turned out.

“I should uhh-,” Jungkook starts.

“Yeah?” Namjoon says, now sitting on his folded legs like the good boy that he is. The cotton of his shirt sticking to his sternum gives a look of fuller breasts that Jungkook can’t deny with his eyes.

“I should–,”

“You should?”

The next thing Namjoon knows is a loud thud and a speeding Jungkook stumbling out of his room. A giggle bubbles in his throat and Namjoon plucks a stray hair behind his ear. A sinister smile covers his lips, and a smirk for his trick is finally working.

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The next thing Namjoon knows is to visit fields at odd times hoping to catch the glimpse of the boy. The intruder from the Locker room has him feeling some type of way. The polite boy but with those protruding veins that run throughout his hands makes a part of him want to get choked. He imagines the innocent face moaning while Namjoon gives him the time of his life. In response, his hole purrs.

He sits on Hoseok, his hole grueling Hoseok’s length in excruciatingly slow moves a cigarette hangs to his lower lip. As he takes a drag of the poison, Hoseok moans. His red hands grasp the muscle on Namjoon’s toned thighs leaving handprints. Blood in his fingers moves towards the palm from the pressure, the tips white as snow as Namjoon scoffs at his face.

“I thought you were patient,” he giggles.

“I’m. Usually. Very Patient.”

“Yeah,” he laughs, “can see that.”

That was Hoseok’s last straw. In a quick move, he pins Namjoon on the bed. Legs around his waist as he thrusts deep not deeper enough to hit his bundle of nerves just enough for the tease. A hand rests on his chest pinching the light pink nipples.

Namjoon chokes a moan, tears slowly welling up in his eyes. “Sensi- sensitive”

“Yeah?” A growl forms in Hoseok’s throat, “you’re all talk baby”

Hoseok puts Namjoon’s leg over his shoulder meaning to find more depth. It’s funny how the brat is reduced to just whimpers and cries.

“Hhhnnnggg, deep deeper”

“Gotcha baby,” Hoseok says this time linking their lips in a kiss as his cock hits Namjoon’s prostate repeatedly.

“Gon-nnaa cum”

“Me too,” a rumbling in Hoseok’s chest. “Face or tits?”

“Face,” a choked moan answered.

Hoseok replaces his cock with his two fingers, nudging the prostate in steady hits. Namjoon gasps of over-sensitivity.

He uses the other of his hand to stroke his cock, chasing his orgasm. Namjoon sits in invitation stroking his own cock. Merely in seconds, white, hot ropes and ropes of cum cover his eyelids. The seed as if having a mind of their own slid down his face, some leaking to his tongue. Namjoon sighs dreamily upon tasting them.

Not being able to enjoy the cum on his face he strokes himself harder. Desperation evident on his face and a painful throbbing cock in his hand, he strokes and strokes, and strokes. When after a few tries he still doesn’t cum, Hoseok takes it upon himself to make the boy cum.

He kneels taking his cock in his mouth. Balls churning in his hand as he hears Namjoon’s moans elevate in the room. He holds Hoseok’s head and pushes into his throat chasing his high. Heavy breaths and sweats behind his neck are evidence of the time he’s having. Hoseok’s seed adorns his lips making them look glistening and pretty. “Jun—kooo”

And with a gasp, his cums filled every bit of his buddy’s mouth. The grip on Hoseok’s hair loosens while he swallows loudly.

Hoseok looks at Namjoon trying to catch his breath he rubs his back. He gets on his legs and kisses Namjoon on his shoulder blades. They both smile at one another.

Namjoon lays atop Hoseok the fragrance of his body wash still fresh on his skin. A hand lay on his waist while Hoseok dozes off. His face is pressed against Namjoon’s neck when he receives a text message. He moves slowly not wanting to wake Hoseok up towards the nightstand.

Ksj: 10 minutes to practice, on field

Namjoon has reached an agreement with the coach. He tells Namjoon about the practice sessions and Namjoon lets him fuck him in return. Easy bargain.

If he’s to pursue the eye candy of Soccer Captain, he needs this info. And Seokjin is happy to help. It’s better to have Jungkook fuck Namjoon than a random girl with the whole relationship drama.

Namjoon shuffles out of the bed to get changed. It wakes Hoseok up.

“Where are you going?” he grumbles.

“On the field, wanna join?”

“Not the captain again,” Hoseok sighs.

“If I'm to get in his pants then the field it is.” Namjoon throws a tee on Hoseok’s face. He rolls his eyes in return.

“Come on get up!!!”

Namjoon settles for his pleated black skirt, the one that showed off his ankle tattoo nicely, and a cute sequin top to go by. Hoseok looks at him as if someone hung the moon for him. Namjoon blushes.

They gather their books and sit on the benches along the corners of the field. Namjoon believes in method acting. So if he was going to ogle Jungkook from the bleachers might as well do it pretending that he’s studying for his tests.

The sun shines bright, a perfect day for an outdoor picnic Namjoon thinks to himself. He pulls out sunscreen from his bag and begins applying it. Some boys on the track that are passing by sigh heavily and Namjoon smiles to himself.

The boy that has caught his eyes though, stands secluded with his teammates not sparing him a single glance. Meanwhile, the coach enters and winks at Hoseok and Namjoon.

Jungkook, who now notice Namjoon shrugs at some comments by his friends.

Kim Seokjin blows a whistle and the boys assemble in their formation. Four lines of three players each ready to warm up for the practice match. Namjoon goes back to his iPad revising his notes.

Another whistle by the coach and the boys start jogging along the track. Namjoon goes by to his work, occasionally giggling with Hoseok over comments and lame jokes.

As the boys were approaching Namjoon and his friend, Jungkook heard the other guys whisper. He ignores it trying to calm his head and concentrate on his breathing. He hears snickers and sighs. Everything before his eyes is more important than Namjoon.

Namjoon on the other hand cannot keep his eyes off Jungkook. The guy with the oversized tee and sweats from class changed into more fitting shorts and jersey and Namjoon thinks he cannot possibly look away from him.

In Namjoon’s defense, Jungkook is built. He looks more defined somehow. The chest that huffs and puffs makes Namjoon feel some type of way. The arch of his bicep looks more pronounced. The thigh socks really don’t help Namjoon’s imagination. He shifts uncomfortably.

Jungkook takes the opportunity to take a look at Namjoon when they were on the opposite end of the bleachers. He can’t help but admire Namjoon’s courage to wear skirts on the field. The way the skirt hugs his waist doesn’t help Jungkook. It arouses uncertain emotions in Jungkook. Their eyes meet when Jungkook tries to take a deep breath and distract himself. Even from a distance, Jungkook can make out a smirk planted on Namjoon’s face. He scoffs at himself.

He hears some of the guys talking. Probably this will be a good distraction.

“Did you know the coach fucks him to relieve stress?”

“Wow, he must be really good at it.”

Jungkook knows how good Namjoon is at what he does. A perfection in sex, he has seen it for himself. That evening in the Locker room he witnessed Aphrodite in the curves and whimpers of Namjoon. He doesn’t accept how it turned him on. Hasn't accepted it till now. But the idea of having that sweetest thing across his thighs and fingering him till he’s desperate begging for a release has only multiplied in him since that day. Deep breaths Jungkook, deep breaths.

“I’m gonna get his number when we finish practice,” another one says, winking.

Jungkook doesn’t like to admit it when he gets jealous. But the idea of someone having the privilege of what he witnessed the other day brings out something darker in him. Another whistle and they start again.

This time when they pass the bleachers, Namjoon doesn’t look. His eyes remain close with the headphones in his ears. Namjoon looks like he’s soaking up the sun while listening to his lectures. Hoseok had already left. Jungkook takes a minute from the warmup to tie his shoelaces. And his eyes travel to Namjoon’s delicate ankle. A delicate line art tattoo sits there. It looks raw. An image of him running his tongue over the sensitive skin conjures up in his head. He shakes his head.

After a while when he’s had enough of that feeling rising in his chest he moves to the benches and begins to gather up his stuff. He picks up his phone to type in a text.

Namjoon’s phone blows up with another notif. He tsks at it while he picks it up.

Jjk: I’m leaving

Knj: and that bothers me how?

Jjk: the boys are gonna ask you for your number

Knj: thank you for letting me know Jeon but I don’t fuck football guys

Jjk: great

Jungkook scoffs at his screen. He turns to meet Namjoon’s eye across the field and instantly regrets to find him staring back at him. A mixture of relief and sadness fills his body. Relief that Namjoon doesn’t fuck football guys, sadness because he doesn’t fuck football guys.

Jungkook does that thing where he tries to trick his brain into thinking something else. He types another text, this time sitting his back towards Namjoon.

Jjk: Sociology? After college?

The reply comes in an instance and it bubbles up excitement in his heart.

Knj: sure, meet me by the cafe

Everything will be alright, at least he’s got this, unlike others who fight for Namjoon’s attention.

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Namjoon walks towards the cafe after his test, the test paper in his hand as he pushes his glasses over the nose bridge. He searches for Jungkook. Knowing him he’d find some aloof place by the end to avoid attention from passersby. Opposite to something is Namjoon, who likes to be the center of attention.

Heads already turning as he enters the area, he smiles to himself when he finds Jungkook under the tree skimming through his bag.

“Hey,” Namjoon chirps.

Jungkook nods in acknowledgment.

A bit cold, Namjoon thinks to himself.

“So what’s up with Sociology?” Namjoon tries again.

Jungkook doesn’t necessarily like to explain himself but his professor was tired of the series of flunking tests. His last essay went well thanks to Namjoon and naturally, it caught his professor’s eye. A phone call is all it took for the professor to set up Jungkook with a study session with Namjoon.

“I’m struggling with dialectics,” Jungkook’s shoulders slump as he says that.

“Ah… Marx or Socrates?” Namjoon wiggles his eyebrows.

“Marx,” Jungkook pulls out the test paper he flunked earlier, “See I know the concept, it’s the application of it that fucks with my brain.”

Namjoon can faintly breathe in the scent of amber and the protein shake as Jungkook spoke a sweet little combination. It leaves him a bit distracted.

Luckily he does catch on to the important bits, at least those that count. Namjoon pulls out his color pens and Jungkook is stunned because of the variety of them. He uses a pen to point out the main bits of the theory. He uses another pen to encircle what the question asks and what Jungkook has written. “as I said, dialectics is debate, where thesis and antithesis meet giving rise to synthesis. Marx uses this idea to understand history and what was man’s first act— to think or to produce.”

Jungkook looks at Namjoon intently as he writes on Jungkook’s notes. Namjoon steals a few glances at Jungkook, such as his lips curling around the pencil in his hand. His cute fingers play with the hem of the shirt and how his eyes follow Namjoon’s hand as he writes down some pointers.

Namjoon can’t help it, not when Jungkook looks at him so innocently, yet he keeps lewding at him. When the crystals of ice turned into melted sugar is still a mystery to Namjoon. Namjoon's curious gaze travels lower, where the top hugs the swell of Jungkook’s bicep, then even lower until the table blocks the rest of his view. Namjoon has no clue what has him acting this way, is it that he has been admiring Jungkook from afar after the locker room scene? Maybe it is that internalized need to corrupt, seeing Jungkook so sweet and tantalizing... he just wants to get his fill of Jungkook with longing and sinful desire.

His breathing staggers and the skirt suddenly feels too short for him. His usual calm demeanor begins to fall piece by piece thinking of how Jungkook’s bicep flexed when he was concentrating on the economic model. He isn’t shameful of the thoughts that keep popping in his head. He’s shameless for wanting to be in a dom/sub relationship. He’s shameless for wanting Jungkook to headlock him with his arms alone.

“It’s basic really, try out a few practice questions and I think you’ll be good to go,” Namjoon says, trying to even his breathing.

For the next hour, Namjoon went over a few of Jungkook’s flunked exams with him, gradually building him up to more challenging questions than Namjoon did in the first few minutes of tutoring Jungkook. Most of the time is spent watching Jungkook fidget; biting his lip, unconsciously bouncing his leg so close to Namjoon’s, he could almost feel him. Jungkook is mesmerizing, it almost felt like a treat for Namjoon because of the time he is spending helping Jungkook.

As Jungkook stands up, bringing his bag over his shoulders he misses how Namjoon’s gaze travels over the package. The bulge was HUGE, even while standing. It makes Namjoon visibly gulps as his thighs rub against each other. He opens his mouth to let the air in his mouth while a moan dies down on his tongue.

He quickly looks away, as Jungkook turns to him with that precious grin of his. His two bunny teeth are visible, “Thank you Namjoon. I hope this will help me in future tests.”

“You’re gonna do great little one,” Namjoon says as he ruffles through Jungkook’s hair. “Eww, why are you that sweaty?”

Jungkook grins, the front teeth visible, “practice”

He skips around and leaves Namjoon behind. Namjoon can’t help the adoration unfurling in his chest. He smiles, shy as he tucks his hair behind his ear, “cute.”

✿✿✿

Namjoon heads towards his dorm with little skips in his steps, for no reason. Or so he convinces himself only to have his aching cock throb in his pants as the fabric brushes past it. He is lucky he could hide his pesky arousal and the way his hole wettens itself at the thought of Jungkook, from the night and a few passersby. Either way, with him free from the tantalizing aura of Jungkook’s, he’s on a new mission to reach his room, across the corridor at record speed.

Jungkook on the way to his dorm doesn’t come across anyone but a few flickering lights on the pavement. He sees Namjoon make way to his room, the skirt hugging prettily to his skin, making his already perky ass look a lot more delicious. Jungkook involuntarily bites his inner cheeks as he feels his bottoms stretching up a little.

Jungkook lets out a frustrated sigh and thinks really? Now? The half chub in his pants seem to grow bigger by the second Namjoon moves away from his line of sight. Every time he tries to distract himself, his mind supplies him with the image of Namjoon plucking the straw between his soft, plump lips, suckling it slow and steady, unconsciously biting it down as he wrote the theory in Jungkook’s notebook. What if it had been his cock? Namjoon’s lips wrapped around the girth, eyes welled till brim by sheer thickness of it as he looks up at Jungkook giving soft tugs and kitten licks to the tip.

When he reaches his safe haven, the thoughts worsen… Namjoon who is all so tall and slender, spreads his legs for Jungkook, while the pink silk shirt is held between his teeth as he exposes his skin to Jungkook’s watchful eyes. His filthy little hole purrs as Jungkook fills it fully as he bounces on Jungkook’s dick. The scent of a mix of their sweat and slick fill the room little by little. The noises Namjoon’s deep but sugary voice would make as Jungkook would fuck the batshit out of him. The lewd scenario of his fingers teasing Namjoon’s bundle of nerves makes the tension in his pants unbearable. His fingers work at lightning speed, undoing the leather belt and getting the fuck over these perverse thoughts.

Jungkook changes into his pajamas, sweatpants hanging low on his hips since they will be tugged down in a moment's notice. The jock lays on his bed. Though, just as he gets his large hand wrapped around his well-endowed cock, his phone goes off.

He ignores it, but then it goes off a second, then a third time. The dinging becoming pesky, he assumes it might be the team group chat, but when an unfamiliar thought pops up in his head his curiosity is piqued. One hand still leisurely stroking his already semi-hard, pulsating dick, while the other opens the message with a widened gaze.

Knj: Jeon! Found some extra exercises on dialectics, attaching the document.

Right below that is a picture of a bright red hole blown out big and pink cheeks like he just had sex and a text that read, ‘come and get your dick wet baby!’

No doubt that the text was misplaced. But Jungkook can’t help the darkness that grows inside of him by the second. Pupils dilate and he curses under his breath.

"Shit..." He zooms into the picture, tracing the red skin smooth as ever as he imagines it to be. His pace picks up. "You stupid boy... fuck." Namjoon just had to send that explanation message now. He sits to open up the other text that read

Knj: Not for you sorry, but if it helps ;)

His engorged dick twitches at the thought that maybe the text wasn’t a mistake, already swollen after nearly an hour of just sitting and talking to Namjoon. He is starting to think Namjoon has some sort of trick up his sleeve, something about him is just so eye-catching. Maybe the way his thighs press together whenever he accidentally nudged his leg with Jungkook’s own, or the confident facade dropping down when he said Namjoon’s name.

"Namjoon-ah" He groans, staring at the arch of Namjoon’s back in the picture, then the pretty fingers, imagining them being the ones jerking him off, "Fuck, just like that, pretty boy... you like that?" He keeps his voice down, hushed and slurred, his head is so high on his walk to orgasm. Every stroke he gives himself, he pushes the image that it is Namjoon, smug and nasty knelt between his legs.

The thought alone of Namjoon’s smart mouth swollen from him nipping at them and kissing him roughly, swallowing him slowly with tears streaming from Namjoon’s puffy cheeks... all he wants is for Namjoon to break, whimper, beg, look up at Jungkook with that sweet little stare of absolute cluelessness. Every time he sees it he wants nothing more than to ruin Namjoon, make him see stars, and make him hungry for Jungkook’s cock.

"Fucking slut..." He seethes through his teeth, not even realizing how fast and rough he is fisting his dick until that spurt of sensitivity bubbles in his gut, "Yeah, baby... take that dick, just like that... don't let a single drop go to waste." His imagination, his own words, the picture of Namjoon he is still staring at, imagining that hole filled with his babies as Jungkook pulls him back for another of his rough kisses.

Then he spills over, his body hot and coated in a thin sheen of sweat, "Ah, fuck... shit, shit, shit, Namjoooonnn!" His hand is covered in a thick layer of cum, warm and sticky. He looks at the mess he created, a few drops falling onto his bare abdomen, "Damn... bred you full baby"

Jungkook realizes this whole time he had left Namjoon on read. He decides to ignore the nude he came to and types in a simple ‘thank you’ in response to the pdf. He sees the picture still open on his screen. It makes him feel guilty to have jerked off to Namjoon’s hole but he goes on despite that.

Jjk: thank you for the questions. Good night :)

✿✿✿

Namjoon lay spread on his bed as he sent that risky text to Jungkook. His skin soaked in a sheen of sweat, a teardrop rolling down his cheek from the intense orgasm he had after thinking of Jungkook fucking him against the wall. Namjoon was always curious about the tatts Jungkook had and getting a closer look today during the study session didn’t really help. Now all he wants is to kneel on Jungkook’s thick thighs while Jungkook finger fucks him.

The sexual tension between them during the session doesn’t go unnoticed by Namjoon and if the growing bulge and flexing jaw was any indication Jungkook wasn’t oblivious to it either. Namjoon isn’t usually the type to gruel on the tension. He’s the type to get anything and everything he wants. But with Jungkook, the tension seems delicious. The tension has him over the cliff only for him to breathe and pull himself back from asking the guy for a fuck.

Hence he gives himself another grueling session over the largest of dicks in his collection thinking about Jungkook’s fat cock and how it will split him open in two halves. Mid orgasm he gets the idea of sending his nude to Jungkook. In his defense, he contemplated about it for some five solid minutes and while his dick cummed from the tension over his bundle of nerves he pressed send.

What Namjoon didn’t expect was Jungkook giving zero shits about the picture. Disappointment fills him up as he read the last text. He chuckles dryly to himself. Is Jungkook playing hard to get? Why doesn’t an abused hole rile him up as it does to others? ‘thank you’? He scoffs at himself.

Namjoon throws his phone away in frustration. He sighs and clicks his tongue. Thank you? Fucking thank you as a response to a butthole?

He wants to scream and so he does. He turns and pushes his head into the pillow and screams.

✿✿✿

The next morning started early for Namjoon. The night prior he had listed his to-do list in his diary, circling and highlighting visiting his regular adult shop as a top priority. His recent interest in bondage can be blamed on the documentaries he’s been watching in his alone time.

One of the guys from school told him about a newly opened shop just downtown and he’s been waiting forever for a pair of handcuffs.

So after school, he quickens straight out of the shower putting on light makeup and a mask to avoid getting attention from unruly men on the streets. Inconspicuous shop with tinted windows and pink neon lights to announce where the shop was. He enters the shop, and the windchime clinging with a chime welcomes him.

A woman welcomes him with a smile so contagious that Namjoon can’t help but return the gesture.

“Hi, how can I help you?” the woman spoke. Honey-er in shade than an average Korean she had defined features such as big brown eyes and a pretty-pretty smile.

“Hi,” Namjoon breathes in the scented candles that are lit by the cabinet, “I’m thinking to experiment with Bondage, do you have something that can help?”

The lady quirks her eyebrow in interest and then with a little smugness, “I might just have the right thing for you. This way please”

Namjoon follows the woman’s lead. They end up in the handcuff section. Namjoon is stunned to find a variety of them. His eyes widen at a leather-coated one and a pearly one beside it catching his eye. Too pretty might snap in the session, his mind supplies. As if the woman could hear his thoughts, she replies, “it’s quite sturdy, wouldn’t break even after an intense session”

Namjoon quips with interest. It does look pretty and it’s not that he has an active dom to actually try it out. None of the guys he’s been with did something that he can’t handle. A smirk forms on his face.

“I’ll take the pearly one,” he says, keeping the leather-coated on the shelf.

The woman breaths, “great choice! Anything else?”

“Yes,” Namjoon nods enthusiastically, “anal beads actually”

“Oh, planning a little surprise?” the woman says, while she takes them to another section.

Namjoon laughs, the gleeful kind, the shy kind. “Not really”

She shows him beautiful pieces that would twist and turn and vibrate when inside. Nothing interests him other than a basic black string of growing beads. An idea pops in his head where he wears it for an entire day as a little surprise for Hoseok. He likes that idea.

As he moves toward the counter to pay he thinks he sees a familiar face. The man is shorter than Namjoon and moves around the shop clueless and shy. His face reminds Namjoon of a beautiful Hollywood star, the blonde in his hair really giving him a foreign look. Namjoon thinks he is sexy, not just pretty kind but the one that pulls your hair during knife play kind.

Namjoon is snapped out of his thoughts when the man meets Namjoon’s eyes. As if on instinct he smiles back. The man walks toward the counter clearly feeling out of place. He breaths slowly and steadily, trying to find words to introduce himself when Namjoon starts.

“Hello, Park Jimin”

“Oh shit, you know me?”

“Thanks to you being the most popular center-forward. Yeah, I know you,” Namjoon giggles, handing his card to the cashier to pay.

“Wow, I know you too,” Jimin starts rubbing his neck.

“Yeah. So what brings you here?” Namjoon says collecting his things.

“Oh nothing, just boyfriend came up with an unexpected demand,” Jimin says looking for someone.

“Ah! His Highness Kim Taehyung has asked for spice in the sex,” Namjoon jokes.

“Yeah,” Jimin says, shy, “Wait-”

“What?”

“How do you know it’s Taehyung?”

“What do you mean?”

“How do you know my partner is Taehyung? It’s supposed to be a secret” He whisper-shouts.

Namjoon giggles in return.

On his way out he asks the pretty lady from earlier to help Jimin. He tells her how his friend is clueless and requests her to suggest only good things to experiment with.

✿✿✿

The following day Jungkook wakes up determined. He has a jam-packed schedule starting from the gym at 7 and practice at 8 and lectures and retests in the afternoon. He also has a sociology workshop after school which he’s debating whether he should go to or not. If he does end up going, he’ll be able to see Namjoon. That only awakens a fear in him given what happened the night prior. Fear of losing his shit in Namjoon’s proximity.

He decides to make that decision when the time comes. He spends another half an hour in the shower deliberating why Namjoon has this effect on him. Coming to no conclusion another fear bubbles under his throat.

Calling it fear is really an understatement. It is more about how the darkest of desires rile up when he sees Namjoon. How his fingers twitch and how his jaw sets when he sees people not worthy of Namjoon touching him.

He gets his body wash from the shelf, puts a generous amount on himself he starts cleaning himself. He closes his eyes to an image of Namjoon standing in front of him. Well built is not a word he’d use to describe Namjoon, meaty and thunderous thighs sure are. The water drops slide from his beautiful face to the shoulder blades and Jungkook thinks, he’d like to kiss him there. While Namjoon’s head lies on Jungkook’s strong strong shoulder for support Jungkook imagines himself kissing red and purple marks on the unblemished skin.

He thinks of the ways he’d manhandle the pretty boy with an even prettier ass while his tongue rolls over Namjoon’s earlobes and he giggles. Oh, sweet sweet giggles. In Jungkook’s head, they are the cause of an instant burst of dopamine in his head. In Jungkook’s head, he wants to ruin Namjoon in the sweetest of ways that have him begging for release.

And when he ultimately focuses on Namjoon’s throbbing cock for release he wants to do it in the slowest, most painful ways. Jungkook wants to work hard in the gym, not that he’s been slacking. Nah, he’s very passionate about the gym. The urge to pick Namjoon and make him small in his arms wants him to work harder. He thinks Namjoon would like that while he whispers sweet nothings into his ears.

He doesn’t remember when his hand reached his cock but when it did, he isn’t surprised that his virgin cock chubbed up to half at the thoughts of Namjoon. He takes it into stroking. Deep sighs turn into ragged breaths and the next thing he knows his fingers are covered with ropes and ropes of white hot throbbing cum.

The picture of Namjoon’s asshole stares at him behind his closed eyes and he moans first thing. A nasty thought pops up in his head where he strokes the full-bred, leaking hole with his fingers. His dick twitches in response.

He cleans himself after catching his breath slow and steady. When he moves in front of his mirror looking for his moisturizer, he blushes a vibrant magenta. The red, abused hole picture might have helped him discover his kink.

Namjoon is going to be the death of him.

✿✿✿

Jungkook reaches the class at the last minute. He ran the better part of the staircase thanks to his coach holding them up for more than 10 minutes past two in the clock. He takes sits towards the back benches looking for people (looking for Namjoon but he doesn’t need to tell everyone). When the known whiff of cocoa shampoo doesn’t hit his nostril (in his defense, Namjoon’s shampoo is really strong with lots of parabens, he should advise Namjoon to switch to his), he brings his cellphone to type a text.

Jjk: where are you?

Knj: someone’s eager

Jjk: How long will it take for you?

Knj: 10 seconds save me a seat?

Namjoon giggles at the cellphone. He almost thinks that he can hear Jungkook’s eagerness in the texts and it just bubbles up another giggle under his throat. He’s giddy. He’s happy.

Setting the papers aside he takes his bag and walks down the hallway to the class. If some uncivilized guys pass comments on how beautiful his ass looks he fake smiles in return, the one with that crinkles around his eyes.

Namjoon enters, a frown plastered on his face. Jungkook slides the chair for him and Namjoon graciously sits on the seat offered. He mumbles a quiet thank you and Jungkook’s lip twitch upwards in return.

A few minutes pass in silence as the Professor keeps blabbering. It takes another 5 minutes for Namjoon to realize that it was Jungkook’s retest today.

He leans and starts, voice as light as feather, “how’d the retest go?”

Jungkook looks away. Embarrassed, he pulls out the test paper from his backpack. The hesitantly held-out test paper is covered with fewer red marks with a barely passing grade on the top right corner. Namjoon takes another short breath.

He begins examining every question to discover Jungkook managed to do newer mistakes. Grades are significantly better than last time but if Jungkook is to survive without failing, he needs more.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” Jungkook whines like a lost puppy. Namjoon scans more questions only to find crocked handwriting and rushed answers. “Sorry for wasting your time yesterday…” Jungkook says, disappointment evident in his voice.

It amazes Namjoon how easily the big, bad captain turns into a whiny puppy. He likes how that thought tastes on his tongue practically watering his mouth in hunger. The darkness only multiplied by the second. He takes a deep breath to distract himself from the eyes, the soaked, watery eyes. Get a grip Namjoon!

“It’s alright. we can try again today,” Namjoon mumbles.

“really?” Jungkook has surprise and happiness written in his eyes and Namjoon thinks if he could swim in them.

Namjoon nods, a small head tilt and he starts planning how he’d go about the session. He also chuckles to himself about how it took seconds for him to vanish the frown on Jungkook’s lips.

After the lecture, Jungkook turns towards Namjoon with big eyes and an even bigger frown on his face. Namjoon wants to ask him why is that but he decides otherwise. The overgrown puppy can ask his own questions.

“Where should we meet up though? The cafes are closed today,” he takes his test paper back, putting it back inside his back.

My dorm almost escapes Namjoon’s lips. The need to breathe into the insanity that is Jeon Jungkook surges in him. Having the big guy with sturdy thighs split him into two. A chill runs down his spine at the thought. He coughs trying to clear his throat.

As if he read Namjoon’s mind he replies, “may be at your dorm?” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck, and then. “only if you’re okay with that”

Namjoon gulps at the thought. Only if Jungkook knew how he’d bend over his bed panties hanging through his ankles, offering Jungkook his little ‘unused for a whole 24 hours’ hole.

“Only if you’re comfortable,” Namjoon gulps, seeing Jungkook’s shy blush, knowing well Namjoon gave into all the sinful desires in store for him. How is he to keep his hole from purring and involuntarily slicking, only his sinful hole knows.

Jungkook nods in an assertion.

They walk out of the classroom together.

“Did you get today’s lecture?” Namjoon enquires. A buzz of students flood the hallway, filling either to catch up on their extracurriculars or straight out of the building. “I got most of it, but it’d be really nice if we went over it once,” Jungkook says, slowly headlining through the crowd.

“We could do that….. Ouch,” Namjoon whimpers. He gets nudged by a student who doesn’t bother to look back and apologize.

“You okay?" Jungkook steps aside to take a look at Namjoon, "With your height, you'd probably never get lost in this crowd." He teases with a smile and Namjoon eye-rolls at him. "Let's get outta here before it gets worse." And then like the sweet boy that he is, Jungkook outstretches his elbow so that Namjoon can hold onto him.

Namjoon has a stupid smile plastered on his face when he takes Jungkook’s arms.

What is all this that he’s feeling?

✿✿✿

Jungkook holds open the elevator door for Namjoon. “Thank you,” Namjoon mumbles sweetly when they enter the elevator and Jungkook feels a thousand flowers bloom in the bottom of his belly.

“Why does your room always smell so nice?” Jungkook asks like a curious puppy as Namjoon unlocks his door.

“It’s cause I clean it. Daily.” Namjoon answers, with a wiggle of his brows. And no matter how well-kept Jungkook is, he teases, “Maybe I’ll teach you a few things so that your room doesn’t smell like sweat after soccer practice.”

“So you’ve seen me play?”

A growl so close to his ears, Namjoon jumps at Jungkook sounding so close to him. And then. “Been to any of my games?”

Namjoon gulps. He almost wants to admit how he took an interest in Jungkook. How Seokjin’s stress rambling had him feeling some type of way. It’s on the tip of his tongue.

“No… no..,” He begins to ramble and then in a single breath, “I mean I’ve been to them but I never really noticed you before until the locker room incident. You play really well, do you want to play professionally in the future?”

“Hmm,” Jungkook sings as if in deep thought, “I do.”

Jungkook places his back by the chair and soon locates the source of sweet fragrance in the room. The candles lit by the desk add to the already beautiful aesthetic meanwhile Namjoon curses wildly in the background.

“Shit! They’ve been burning since morning. Shit!” Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow in frustration.

“Chill out they smell nice,” Jungkook giggles, spreading himself on the chair. He stretches his arms which makes the stupid veins on his arms pop up. Namjoon looks away, embarrassed.

Jungkook sits beside Namjoon, with a cocky face smiling down at Namjoon. As if it ever mattered to him how flushed he made Namjoon feel. Namjoon leans back on his pillow and he might have caught a glimpse of something between Namjoon’s legs. It was Jungkook’s turn to blush.

Jungkook’s eyes provide him with images of Namjoon’s grabbable hips and how the skin over his thighs bleeds onto his hips and it really doesn’t help his cock that’s stirring inside his pants.

Namjoon pulls out the practice set he borrowed from one of his friends for Jungkook and starts flipping the pages. They start studying with Namjoon punctuating every single word with preciseness so that it gets drilled into Jungkook’s brain.

He goes over and over the theory so that he can quiz Jungkook on the application of concepts later on.

“Why would have Marx thought this?” Namjoon poses a question to Jungkook who dumbly stares at him. “well answer that.. don’t just stare at me,” Namjoon chuckles.

“Because of Hegel’s influence. Hegel said, the state is superior but Marx wanted to end the hegemony of the capitalist class, effectively end the state and create a classless society.” Jungkook answers, voice husky and deep. Namjoon looks away yet again, trying to hide his raced heart.

After a second, Namjoon nods. “That is correct.” The guilt of Jungkook’s presence makes Namjoon’s legs tremble, especially when he gives the most innocent of eyes expecting praises for correct answers. How would he feel about punishments for wrong answers? His eyes grow darker by the second.

“Was that.. good?” Jungkook asks meekly.

“Good boy,” Namjoon mumbles, this time unbelievably close to Jungkook. And then, “you’re a quick learner.”

Jungkook visibly gulps down at that. Namjoon smirks and returns to the test paper. Flipping through the pages he notices that they have covered all the possible questions, in every way possible.

“Looks like we’re done.”

Between the intense stares and the little touches of Namjoon’s pencil on Jungkook’s nose, he wonders if Jungkook has been feeling like Namjoon. If Jungkook can see how his husky voice makes the last hair on his body stand in attention. If Jungkook can see how his thighs beg to rub together.

Before Namjoon could process his thoughts, he sees Jungkook’s lips part. A whisper falls on his ears, “Fuck! Can I kiss you?”

Namjoon is about to say something but the words die on his tongue when Jungkook’s phone vibrates. Namjoon tells him to take the call but Jungkook just puts it on silent and goes back to look intently at Namjoon.

“Fuck,” Jungkook mumbles into his palm, “I’m sorry if I offended you. I totally wasn’t aiming for that,” he says then looking deep and sincere into Namjoon’s eyes.

The next thing Jungkook knows is being pulled by the belt hoops standing chest to chest, lips a breath apart. Namjoon doesn’t say a word. He gives Jungkook enough time to back out if he wants and when Jungkook doesn’t move an inch the corners of Namjoon’s lips twitch upwards.

Namjoon leans in and the next thing he knows is Jungkook meeting him midway. They start off slow, lingering at the moment. Jungkook’s hands find space to settle in Namjoon’s curves while Namjoon’s hands curve around Jungkook’s neck.

Even though he gets to kiss the most beautiful boy in his college, his hungry self only asks for more, and demands more. “Are you sure?” Jungkook mumbles, their lips pushed together foreheads touching, and heavy breaths fill the short silences.

“Never have been more ready,” Namjoon says as he let loose his tongue. It goes places Namjoon knows and he uses it just like that, leaving Jungkook breathless. They kiss with fervor and passion. All the pent-up lust comes out with silent moans. Namjoon’s soft moans only heighten the blood coursing through Jungkook’s veins and in moments his pants appear to strain. The kiss is wet, suffocating even, and Jungkook’s hand on his waist, holding Namjoon in his place.

It intensified quickly, greedy hands desperate for more than just touches. Jungkook wraps a hand around Namjoon’s waist, under his pretty sequin top. He feels the bra strap and his eyes widen with amusement.

Namjoon is quick to remove his glittery top, the remnants of which leave his skin glowy and glittery. Jungkook drools at Namjoon’s stronger, muscular frame. The thick arms accentuate as one moves from the wrist to the shoulder but has pretty and lean fingers for him to bruise his little hole. The manboobs stuffed prettily in the lacy bra only make Jungkook gulp. Ahh, he’s done for.

“You’re so beautiful Namjoon-ah,” Jungkook says, a growl in his throat as his kisses down Namjoon’s neck slow and steady. Namjoon gasps in return.

“Fuck,” Namjoon curses, “I haven’t had sex all day…” he squeals being pressed against the mattress. “You?”

Jungkook stops. With a hand on Namjoon’s boobs and another in his hair, he emerges out of the crook of Namjoon’s neck. He blinks twice with his mouth agape. And then in a small voice he goes, “this is my first time.”

Although, Namjoon knew about Jungkook being a virgin, something about Jungkook saying it only makes his eyes grow darker. He gulps. And then chuckles. In his sweetest voice, he goes, “and yet you’re making me a mess. Such a good boy.”

The praise blooms like pride in Jungkook’s chest swelling by the second. He grins, bunny teeth on display.

Namjoon looks intently, observing Jungkook and his littlest of patterns leans in for a small peck. His hands thread into Jungkook’s hair when he says, “It’s an honor to be your first baby”

Jungkook squirms, an inhuman voice leaving his lips. He leans in again in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, his hand finds Namjoon’s nipples, pinching and pulling he whispers, “tell me what you want Joonie”

It was Namjoon’s turn to whimper now. Jungkook has him in control so easily. So so easy.

“Need your cock,” Namjoon whines as his skin blooms purple and red, “but first eat me out like a good boy”

Jungkook swears his cock twitched, cold and heavy against his zipper. He moans as Namjoon commands, “On your knees”

Jungkook follows.

Namjoon, who has a very efficiently designed room also has a study table he likes to bend over and give himself a good fuck. He turns over, leaning over the table as Jungkook gets on his knees. He pulls down Namjoon’s panties only to be blessed by his ass, soft and creamy. The little hole that peeps from behind the globes demands Jungkook’s attention. He sucks in a short breath at the sight and a hand never leaving the skin.

“want to hit me?” The honey-laden voice falls on Jungkook’s ears. He nods frantically.

The room vibrates with a loud strike on his ass and Namjoon moans. “Ahh,” he breathes in slow. Jungkook starts to circle the stricken red skin. He leans and drops a light kiss. Namjoon smiles at the gesture.

“Tap the bed once if you need to breathe, okay?” Namjoon hums and Jungkook swipes a tongue over his lips.

Once the tongue meets the hole, Jungkook loses it.

Clawing down at Namjoon’s hips, Jungkook forces Namjoon onto his face, tongue immediately circling at Namjoon’s entrance, and Namjoon gasps at the sudden friction, fingers holding the table for dear life.

“Just like that,” Namjoon grinds his hips back onto Jungkook’s face while Jungkook moans lewd slurps.

His teeth make an occasional appearance, grazing the nearby skin and Namjoon moans hot and heavy at that. Namjoon’s hands find Jungkook’s hair again pushing and pulling as he eats him out.

A guttural moan leaves Jungkook at the sensation. Namjoon says, “fuck, Y-yeah you like that sweetheart? Like having your hair pulled as Joonie rides your face bunny?” Namjoon breaths out and Jungkook’s entire body jerks beneath him.

Chancing a glance between his legs Namjoon’s breath catches in his throat and he bites his lip to stifle a moan because Jungkook looks absolutely wrecked; his cheeks and lips are shiny with wetness and fuck even his nose tip glistens with Namjoon’s juices.

“You’re so good for me bunny,” Namjoon says, a finger on Jungkook’s chin.

Smiling warmly at his bun, Namjoon grabs Jungkook’s arm and coaxes his hole. He hisses as he circles his own rim with two of Jungkook’s fingers. He shuffles backward to straddle Jungkook’s face.

“finger me kiddo,” Namjoon hisses. Jungkook scrambles to obey, fingers thick enough to slide through Namjoon’s little hole while Jungkook’s tongue makes a contact with the skin. He licks eagerly around his cheeks and hole as his fingers work wonders on Namjoon.

After a few presses and Namjoon hissing and moaning under his finger’s touch, Jungkook finds the bundle of nerves. He takes the opportunity to maneuver Namjoon onto the bed, his strong hands grabbing and holding onto Namjoon’s ass while he digs deep in Namjoon’s mouth giving him a taste of his own juices.

Namjoon lays spread on the bed feeling delicate as if made of glass in the hands of Jungkook. He runs his eyes quickly over Jungkook’s physique, a tent forming in his pants and he gulps at the sight. He is large, Namjoon knows. It makes him want to rub his thighs in anticipation.

Jungkook dives straight in with his mouth on Namjoon’s hole and finger teasing his prostate. Namjoon groans, again and the thighs tighten around Jungkook’s head. Jungkook then adds another finger while he looks down at Namjoon biting on his lower lip. He sees how Namjoon’s cock glitches at Jungkook’s finger thrusts and presses. He feels his ears heating up.

“I want to… I want to suck your cock,” Jungkook stutters as the red creep over his neck, ears bright red.

Namjoon chuckles at the innocent eyes and then hisses as Jungkook pumps another nudge over his bundle of nerves. “Suck me Googie,” he says, eyes glistening as he bites his arm to keep his moans to a minimum. “You can do that right? In return for me tutoring you, you can suck my cock right Googie?” Namjoon says, punctuating his last words sweetly.

Jungkook sees the stars in Namjoon. He whimpers as he toys with Namjoon’s prostate, the vibrant red on Namjoon’s cheeks making him squirm. Namjoon can see how the bulb in Jungkook’s throat moves when he gulps. The next thing he knows is Jungkook’s mouth on Namjoon’s tip.

Jungkook is meticulous with licks, slurping every drop of precum while two of his fingers scissor Namjoon open. He strokes with his other hand while his eyes remain focused on Namjoon’s movement. The sounds he makes is music to Jungkook’s ears.

It’s all overwhelming. Too many emotions come to the surface all at once. The utter need to make Namjoon’s already brimming tears drop from his eyes makes his eyes sting. His cock throbs painfully confined in his pants. Fuck he wants to touch himself right now.

His pace intensifies and Namjoon moans grow louder. Jungkook sucks the fuck out of Namjoon’s useless cock. As if chasing his high Jungkook’s finger finds Namjoon’s nipples.

“Ahh.. sensi..tive,” Namjoon gasps out loud as his thighs tighten around Jungkook’s head.

Too caught up being good to Namjoon, a sudden gush of sweetness on his tongue catches Jungkook off guard. His eyes fly open before his entire world stutters to a halt. He comes completely untouched in his jeans with a needy whine, orgasm washing over him in waves. Cooing softly, Namjoon gently removes Jungkook's fingers from him and shuffles back down Jungkook's body, leaning down to kiss his neck as Jungkook whimpers and shakes through his orgasm.

After leaving a soft kiss on Jungkook's lips, Namjoon moves to straddle his lap, deft fingers working Jungkook's belt and pants off along with his boxers.

“Would you like to tie me when you fuck me, sweetheart?” Namjoon hums. Jungkook’s cock, which lay spent on his stomach twitches at the thought, and Namjoon chuckles.

“First drawer from the top,” Namjoon points towards his nightstand. Jungkook is good at taking directions. In an instant, he has his hands on the pearly handcuff. Namjoon smirks in return.

“I’ve never done this before,” Jungkook admits, scared he might hurt Namjoon. Namjoon only kisses his fears away. He brings Jungkook’s belt and says, “but you’re a fast learner and… I’m willing to teach.” He smiles into the last words.

Jungkook feels himself melting away at that. A honey-coated voice giving him instructions to lose his virginity. He can do that, he can take Namjoon’s hole and make him his, mark him his. Another rush of emotions washes through Jungkook and he ends up biting his lower lip, “fuck, I’d rail you anyhow.”

Namjoon chuckles. “Yeah? Tie me up first,” he says, teasing into Jungkook’s ego, toying with him just enough to have his dick inside Namjoon.

Jungkook clicks the handcuff with a click. He, next works with his belt tieing Namjoon up to his bed. Namjoon keeps uttering sweet nothings in Jungkook’s ear and when with a slight tug of the belt Namjoon whimpers, it was Jungkook’s turn to smirk. Jungkook goes on to kiss Namjoon’s lips one last time, he whispers to his lips, “I’m going to be so good for you Joonie.”

Jungkook positions to Namjoon’s hole and is only part away from entering into him fully. But it hurts, in the best way possible. Namjoon arches his back with a choked sob and Jungkook still isn’t in him fully.

“Tight,” Jungkook hisses. Namjoon eyes start rolling backward.

“Touch me,” Namjoon cries, desperate for having Jungkook’s hands on himself, “Touch me please”

Jungkook does just that, fingers dipped in lube start pulling Namjoon’s sensitive nipples. Namjoon moans, his hands trying to lose themselves as Jungkook pounds his ass.

“You’re so thick and so big, Jungkookie,” Namjoon bites his lips trying to keep himself from moaning, “Ahh.. Yes you fill me so good,” he chokes. Jungkook thrusts in slow drags and Namjoon is left like a moaning mess. He preens at the praises that fall from Namjoon’s lips, wanting to be useful for his first ever. He thrusts deeper with each drag nudging Namjoon’s prostate till it has Namjoon crying and cooing of exhaustion.

In another drag of his hips, he picks Namjoon’s leg for a better angle. His eyes land on the delicate line tattoo on Namjoon’s ankle. He runs his tongue over his soothing irritated skin. Namjoon sighs at the comfort of Jungkook’s tongue and immediately after letting the tears in his eyes fall freely because Jungkook’s cock overwhelms him.

“I clo-se, Namjoon…,” Jungkook slurs, his voice.

“Just a bit longer hunny…,” Namjoon whines, “You’re so good to me baby, can you do that bunny?” Namjoon groans sweet as sugar, he rubs his thighs together for greater friction. Jungkook nods, delirious, anything to please Namjoon.

The room reeks of sex, sweat, cum, and lube. Jungkook can’t get enough of it. He undoes the handcuff and shuffles Namjoon over his cock, in his lap. Namjoon protests but it all dies down on his tongue. The length reaching newer depths in Namjoon has him sweaty and sensitive.

“Yeah, deeper God… good Jungkook deeper…,” Namjoon screams, and Jungkook obeys, intensifying the pace. Fuck, he’s gonna leave him ruined for the other guys now. “Oh, so good baby, faster and deeper baby,” Namjoon slurs. Jungkook’s chest swells with another wave of pride. He bites down on Namjoon’s neck as Namjoon bounces on Jungkook’s dick.

Jungkook does nothing but lets Namjoon use him, ruin him, and push him closer and closer to another orgasm.

Namjoon’s hips stutter and he clenches around Jungkook, broken moans spilling from his lips as he rides him. Milking him for all he's worth. Another tug and Namjoon finds his hands on Jungkook’s neck, Jungkook staring right at his lips, Namjoon’s hips losing their rhythm as he gets close. Jungkook's close too, fingernails raking down Namjoon's chest, scrambling to find something to grab on to before he floats away, broken pleas and sobs spilling from his cherry lips.

Namjoon takes the opportunity to kiss Jungkook while he can. He breathes in the scent that is Jungkook and says, "Come with me, sweetheart."

Their lips join muting all the guttural moans that fail to escape their mouths. Namjoon groans and Jungkook takes it as a sign. He gives a few tugs to Namjoon’s cock while he kisses Namjoon slowly. Jungkook’s cock twitches inside Namjoon and Namjoon comes in warm white ropes of orgasm. It spills over where they are joined together and Namjoon giggles all spent and sweaty. That doesn’t stop Namjoon from clenching over Jungkook’s cock and Namjoon’s velvety voice in Jungkook’s ear pulls him easily over the edge, sweeping him under the gigantic waves of pleasure.

Chest heaving as they catch their breaths. Namjoon lays on his bed drenched in sweat not expecting all that just happened. Meanwhile, Jungkook zones out staring at where he is still joined with Namjoon. His dick has gone soft and that has the cum leak from Namjoon’s ass to his cock. Something shifts in him, he sets his jaw straight.

He moves to get his dick out and Namjoon whines about the emptiness. “noooo please noooo,” Namjoon whimpers. Jungkook chuckles, his tongue poking his inner cheek as he grinds his teeth, “What? Got so used to me?”

Namjoon rolls his eyes at Jungkook and then eyes never leaving Jungkook’s, with a sweet sweet voice, “You did so good Googie.”

Jungkook takes in a long breath and closes his eyes, Namjoon knows very well how to massage his ego. Namjoon starts, again, “How are you feeling?” He fumbles with his bra clip.

Jungkook stretches himself on the bed to get behind Namjoon. He has sweat running down his torso and Namjoon can’t keep his eyes off Jungkook. But Jungkook does the unexpected. He pulls Namjoon between his legs such that his back presses against Jungkook’s front. He then undoes the bra clip, leaving a little kiss on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“My head is spinning,” Jungkook’s voice is hoarse, rough, and raspy when he mumbles against Namjoon’s skin.

“Guess my hole is just that good,” Namjoon says, a smug grin painted on his face. Jungkook laughs, a rumble through his chest and Namjoon thinks if they stay like this more, he’ll start falling in love. He doesn’t do love.

Namjoon shuffles to get up from the bed, away from Jungkook. But Jungkook pulls him in, bringing him over himself, kissing his nose he goes, “Stay. Please.”

Namjoon can’t say no to those eyes, those big, beautiful eyes that plead before him. With a deep sigh, he murmurs something. Jungkook can’t quite hear it, but smiles when Namjoon snuggles next to Jungkook, a leg still hooked over Jungkook’s, an arm over his chest, and a shy smile on Jungkook’s cheeks.

“But you told me you don’t fuck footballers,” Jungkook says, a teasing smile playing over his lips.

“Guess you’re different,” Namjoon mumbles under his breath.

A blush blooms on Jungkook’s cheeks as he closes his eyes.

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