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“Hey babe, your phone’s ringing,” Namjoon calls to where Jeongguk’s playing Overwatch on the TV. He has his headset on and Namjoon figures that’s why he didn’t hear it in the first place. He laughs at the TV and Namjoon thinks he hears Taehyung’s laugh coming through the headset as well.
Namjoon uses his toes to nudge at Jeongguk, getting his attention. When Jeongguk shifts his eyes to him Namjoon holds up Jeongguk’s phone, shaking it a little.
“You can check it,” Jeongguk spares Namjoon a few seconds for an answer before returning his attention back to the television.
Namjoon unlocks Jeongguk’s phone with his thumbprint (Namjoon had silently withered away when they set it up. The trust! The responsibility! Namjoon would treasure his phone access like his own first-born child. Jeongguk hadn’t thought about the whole thing twice.) and waits for the message to open.
Except when the phone unlocks he doesn’t see a message, or even the selfie Jeongguk uses as his background from their anniversary date a few months ago. It’s a… word document? Namjoon doesn’t mean to read it, but he can’t help his eyes taking in the information. It’s just there. Then he starts parsing what exactly he’s looking at.
Lena forcefully pushes Amelie down on the bed in front of them before climbing on after her. ‘A bit mouthy aren’t we?’ she says, caging Amelie on the bed.
Oh. Okay. He knows these characters so this is...fanfiction? Namjoon hums quietly; he always knew Jeongguk wrote, mostly poems and song lyrics, but this isn’t too surprising either. He didn’t realize he liked Overwatch enough to write fanfiction (if Namjoon was pressed to guess he would’ve thought maybe Marvel fanfiction with Tony Stark and Captain America). This must be the thing Jeongguk’s been typing on his phone late into the night lately, tucked into the corner of their couch, staring down at the little blue screen until Namjoon climbs out of bed to gently bring his boyfriend to their bedroom and tuck him in.
His thumb goes toward the bottom of the phone to bring back up the homescreen and it’s honestly an accident when the document scrolls quickly a few paragraphs down. His eyes skip over the new words.
Amelie cries out as Lena’s hand comes down firmly over her ass where it’s perched on her knee. The smack echoes around the room but Amelie’s moan is even louder. ‘Count for me, baby.’ Lena says and Amelie lets out a shaky ‘One.’ Lena runs her hand over Amelie’s reddened skin, ‘Good girl.’ She shivers under Lena’s touch, whispering, ‘Please, hit me again.’
Namjoon lets out a strangled sound between a gasp and a cough, and suddenly the phone slips through his fingers like a hot coal. He fumbles for it and ends up throwing it down onto the throw pillow beside him.
Jeongguk cuts his eyes over to Namjoon while his character flies across the screen. Namjoon almost chokes when he notices it’s the same character that was getting spanked in the fanfiction.
“Who is it?”
Namjoon just stares at Jeongguk with wide eyes. Jeongguk reads this kind of fiction? Jeongguk writes this kind of fiction? It’s fine, Namjoon thinks, like totally fine and he’s not making any kind of moral judgment here but. Does...does Jeongguk want Namjoon to do these things to him? His mind is spinning, thinking about Jeongguk taking the character’s place. The one who was—who was getting...spanked.
He doesn’t realize that he hasn’t answered Jeongguk.
“Joon?”
“Uh!” Namjoon shakes himself, silently willing away the heated flush he can feel on his cheeks. God he’s so hot, it’s hot in here isn’t it? This totally isn’t Namjoon having an incident, it’s just a little hot in here. “Just, um, Seokjin.” Namjoon recovers just in time, he could tell by the set of Jeongguk’s shoulders that he was about to forfeit his place in the game to turn his full attention on him. “He was just wondering if we wanted to come over for dinner later.”
Jeongguk hums a bit, mashing buttons on the controller. Namjoon watches him get a headshot on another character. “No, not really. Do you? I kind of just want to stay in tonight. Tell him I’m hanging out with you.”
Namjoon recovers enough to type the text out to Seokjin. A reply comes almost immediately.
“He said ‘Ugh, gross, stop being so domestic and in love.’” Namjoon chuckles.
“That’s rich,” Jeongguk retorts, “considering he’s probably sitting on Taehyung’s dick like, right this second.”
Namjoon thinks he can hear Taehyung screaming at Jeongguk through his headset. Based on Jeongguk’s sly giggling Namjoon thinks he’s probably correct. Before Namjoon can even think about maybe mentioning that he accidentally read some fanfiction Jeongguk was writing, a second text message comes through.
From: Jin Hyung
“‘Tell Jeongguk we’re not fucking right now!!!! We have some decorum!!!’”
Jeongguk guffaws when Namjoon reads it, and he can’t help but feel a little fond when Jeongguk’s perfect nose scrunches in delight.
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So maybe Namjoon thought it was not a big deal, but the way his insides have been twisting the last few days means that subconsciously he thinks it’s a very big deal.
Namjoon’s big on trust. He trusts Jeongguk with things he doesn’t even whisper to Hoseok, despite having been best friends for the last ten years. He wasn’t being overdramatic when he almost had some kind of attack the day Jeongguk programmed his fingerprint into his phone. Namjoon angsted like a teenager for a week before he finally asked Jeongguk if he wanted to be his emergency contact at the pilates studio he frequents.
So, he takes it very seriously. Which is why he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the fact that he accidentally read something that wasn’t for his eyes. He should’ve just swiped away from the document and pulled up the text message but instead he skimmed it and...that was bad.
Nevermind the fact that that night in the shower he had, also accidentally, thought about Jeongguk maybe, also, draped across his knees like the character in the story. And also how it would feel to—to—sp—do that to Jeongguk. How he would probably flush so pretty, a wave of scarlet all over his body, but especially over his ass where Namjoon would have just brought down his palm with a resounding smack and Jeongguk would’ve jumped then whimpered and—.
Namjoon came brutally in the shower that night, fingers scrabbling into the wall tile, before using the showerhead to wash away all the evidence of his terrible transgressions.
He knows he could bring this up to Jeongguk in a casual, nonchalant way. It doesn’t have to be a thing. But since when has Namjoon ever been able to make a potential thing not a thing. So coming home after work one day to see Jeongguk lying on the couch with his nose stuck into a gaming guide, Namjoon says “Jeongguk-ah, I need to talk to you.”
Jeongguk sits up immediately, setting the magazine to the side. He’d been growing his hair out for the last few months, so it’s longer than it’s ever been while they’ve dated. It’s pulled into a haphazard bun on top of his head, obviously just pulled back to stay out of his way while he read, but Namjoon’s breath catches anyway. He loves Jeongguk’s long hair, could run his fingers through it for hours, scritching his scalp, doing clumsy braids that he learned from his sister.
“Joon?”
He hadn’t realized he’d gotten stuck thinking about Jeongguk’s hair and hadn’t spoken for the last 30 seconds. No wonder Jeongguk’s face has shifted from curiosity to slight concern.
“Sorry,” he shakes his head a little before settling onto the couch.
Jeongguk’s turned to Namjoon, and he’s doing that face that makes Namjoon weak. The one where his eyes are wide and he looks so earnest and like he’s prepared to listen to Namjoon for hours, just like when they were kids in college and Jeongguk had the hugest crush on him and and and. It makes Namjoon feel even worse.
He takes a deep breath. Better to just say it.
“Jeongguk, last week when you were gaming with Tae and Seokjin texted you?”
Jeongguk nods once.
“I…” Namjoon’s heart is beating right behind his eardrums. God, Jeongguk is going to be so disappointed in him. “When I unlocked your phone, I saw what you were writing, the—the,” his voice drops quieter and quieter until he whispers, “fanfiction.”
Jeongguk nods again, waiting for him to continue. Namjoon stares at him, waiting on the pain, the betrayal, to cross his face.
Namjoon begins to feel confused when Jeongguk doesn’t say anything else, just puts his hand on Namjoon’s knee like he’s encouraging Namjoon to continue.
“Um,” Namjoon clears his throat, eyes shifting around, “that’s it. I saw the fanfiction you were writing.”
“Joon, what?” Jeongguk says, leaning back from Namjoon a bit in confusion. “What about it?”
Namjoon sighs, dejected. “I’m sorry, Kook. I didn’t mean to look, it was just on the screen already.” He can’t bear to look at Jeongguk right now, his eyes downcast.
Namjoon feels Jeongguk’s eyes on him, and when he takes a peek, Jeongguk’s staring strangely at him. “Namjoon, are you serious? Or are you joking with me?”
When Namjoon doesn’t answer, just continues looking sadly at the throw pillow Yoongi got them last Christmas, Jeongguk chuckles. “Namjoon, baby, love, it’s not a big deal?”
At this Namjoon throws his hands out a little, “But it is! I invaded your privacy, and I’m so sorry.”
Now Jeongguk’s smiling at him, cheeky bunny teeth on display, and reaching out to take Namjoon’s hand. It’s comforting. “Namjoon, it’s fine, honestly. If I didn’t want you to see something I just wouldn’t put it on my phone, where you already know the passcode and have both thumbs programmed in.”
Jeongguk squeezes his fingers and he begins to relax a little, finally realizing that Jeongguk’s serious and isn’t going to be upset at him.
But there’s more. And Namjoon needs to completely clear his conscience.
“It was the…” God, he’s going to have to say it, isn’t he? “The fic with the,” Namjoon chokes a little bit, “spanking.”
This time Jeongguk does react, and Namjoon can see the blush spreading out from the apples of his cheeks, tinting the top of his ears red. When he speaks his voice trembles a bit at first before settling.
“Oh,” he says, “okay.” Namjoon watches him and it looks like he’s processing everything for a second, but then he continues. “That’s still not like, a huge deal.”
Namjoon knows the words about to come rumbling out of his mouth should definitely not do that, but he’s thought them now and it’s too late. “Is that… is that something you want to… explore?”
The blush that was a light dusting sets Jeongguk's face aflame like wildfire. “Oh my god, Namjoon, why are you asking like this—”
“I just want to make sure you’re sexually fulfilled—”
“Oh my god,”
“—in our relationship and—”
“Joon, PLEASE”
“—kinks are perfectly normal and if-if you want me to spank you then—”
Jeongguk reaches over and places his fingers gently over Namjoon’s lips.
Probably for the best, they were both beginning to spiral there.
The expensive analog clock over their front door that Namjoon bought himself as a birthday present ticks a few seconds into the silence.
A giggle bumbles over Jeongguk’s lips and he scrunches his eyes closed. Namjoon can’t help but giggle when Jeongguk giggles and soon they’re both laughing and the tense air dissipates around them. Namjoon rests his forehead against Jeongguk’s.
“God why is this so awkward?” Namjoon mumbles.
Jeongguk’s voice is high, “You started it!”
They laugh themselves into a soft silence. Namjoon speaks, voice low, “Okay, Jeongguk-ah,” he reaches up to run his fingers softly over Jeongguk’s hair, playing gently in his ponytail. “What’s up? You usually just ask for things you want, and you know I have no problem giving them to you. So what’s different about this? Do you really want to try it?”
Namjoon trails his hand down and gently cups Jeongguk’s cheek. Jeongguk nuzzles into it. “I do.” Namjoon’s a little surprised at the certainty there, but then he continues. “But. I don’t know, it feels…” Jeongguk trails off, and Namjoon waits patiently, running his thumb over Jeongguk’s cheek. After a breath he continues. “It’s not just the physical part of it.”
“Can you explain a little more, baby?”
Jeongguk shivers. “When we...when we make love, I like feeling like… vulnerable? Open?” Namjoon nods for him to continue. “But the thought of you spanking me,” his voice trembles and he shivers a little at the thought, “It’s next level. It’s a lot. And I know spanking is weird,”
At that Namjoon trails his hand down to grip Jeongguk’s fingers in his hand, squeezing them hard. “It’s not.”
“I know you’ve seen me at my absolute weirdest but maybe that...would be too much?”
Namjoon squeezes Jeongguk’s fingers again, harder, “Jeongguk, don’t ever, ever worry that you’re too much for me, okay?” Jeongguk’s looking away, avoiding Namjoon’s eyes and Namjoon can’t help but falling forward and placing a soft kiss on his nose, then his closed eyelids. “I love you, all of you, including your quirks and kinks and anything you worry is weird. All of it. All of you.” He kisses Jeongguk’s lips softly, sighing into it.
“I even love your weird fanfic preferences.”
Jeongguk pinches Namjoon’s side.
“Okay, I’m kidding,” Namjoon chuckles, “but I really do love you, and I want to try this with you if you want to try it.”
Jeongguk beams at him, throwing himself forward to capture his lips in a long, enthusiastic kiss. “Yeah, I do.”
“Okay, then let’s do it.” Namjoon smiles at him, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk’s waist and pulling him closer, so close they feel like they melt into each other.
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Namjoon rides the wave of enthusiasm about trying something new with his boyfriend for about 24 hours before the panic sets in.
Unfortunately the wave crashes when he’s sitting on Hoseok’s couch, taking a break from the article he’s writing for work.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes, “I’m going to hit Jeongguk.”
Hoseok whips his head around so fast Namjoon wonders if he doesn’t get whiplash. “What the fuck?”
The look he’s giving Namjoon is a mix between extreme confusion and the look Namjoon imagines you’d get from a bear about to kill for her cubs. Then Namjoon’s mind catches up with what he just said.
“Wait, that’s not what I meant,” he amends, “he wants me to hit him.”
Hoseok relaxes only marginally, still staring, before motioning for Namjoon to continue.
Namjoon sighs, "You remember a few months ago when Jeongguk asked me to edge him?"
Hoseok grimaces, "Unfortunately."
"Well," Namjoon starts to explain despite Hoseok looking increasingly uncomfortable. Namjoon would stop if only he didn't know that Hoseok was being dramatic and actually loved being the go-to person for sex things among their friends. Despite how much he pretended to protest, Hoseok was happy to share any knowledge he gained at that club that he, Yoongi, and Jimin attend but never talk about.
"And so, in conclusion," Namjoon starts to wrap up, feeling a bit like he's giving a speech, "Jeongguk wants me to sp-spank him and what the hell am I supposed to do with that?" He only stumbled over the word spank once, and he considered that a definite improvement from where he started.
"Well that's interesting," Hoseok says lightly, "let me know how that works out for you." He turns back to where he was marking student papers.
Namjoon whines a little bit; he doesn't do it often but sometimes he milks the 7 month age difference between them. That combined with Hoseok's protective instincts makes him particularly susceptible to puppy dog eyes. "Hobi, help me."
"Not a chance, Namjoon," Hoseok moves on to the next paper. "You came over to keep me company while grading, not for a crash course in intermediate BDSM."
Namjoon turns up the eyes to eleven, pouting even harder. He doesn't even have to say anything.
"No, I'm not looking at you Namjoon. I know the face you're making and I'm not gonna fall for your tricks."
"Please, Hobi Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope," Namjoon almost laughs at how hard Hoseok cringes, recalling his college nickname, "be my spanking Jedi Master."
Namjoon does laugh when he sees Hoseok break, sighing and finally setting his papers aside. "First off, don't ever speak those words to me ever again." Hoseok can't even keep the laugh out of his voice. He pushes Namjoon over a bit on the couch before snatching up his laptop. "Second, get over here loser, we're going to Wikipedia this shit."
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"Okay, so, you'll want to watch your thumb," Hoseok says, gently manipulating Namjoon's fingers, "whether you do it open-handed or cupped, if you knock your thumb joint too hard it'll probably hurt you and your partner."
Namjoon nods fervently, brain racing after the last hour of absorbing information. But he works hard to commit the positioning to muscle memory.
Hoseok gives him a few more exercises to try so his wrist doesn't get tired, and then he pats Namjoon's hand gently.
"And that's it," Hoseok wraps up cheerily, "watch those videos I showed you and read those articles, and you should be good to go. And talk to Jeonggukie of course, too."
Namjoon looks from his hand, in awe of the power it now holds, to his best friend. A soft wave of gratitude and affection washes over him.
"Have you ever thought about teaching BDSM classes?"
"Aw, Joon," Hoseok says, smiling so hard his eyes turn upward, his voice endeared, "you really think I could?"
Namjoon smiles back, "Absolutely."
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Namjoon does his assigned homework diligently, and makes notes in his journal of what he doesn't want to forget (this is very serious information, he thinks about making flashcards for a split second before realizing Yoongi and Seokjin would definitely make fun of him if he ever found out). He and Jeongguk have a very serious talk over lunch one day and decide that they are, indeed, ready.
Maybe it would make the most sense for their first time to be more romantic than what actually happens. Perhaps after a very sweet date where Namjoon takes Jeongguk out and woos him before they fall into bed in a heated embrace.
Instead it's 2PM on a Tuesday, a day they both happen to have off, and they're sitting on the sofa in their house clothes, minding their own business. Namjoon's trying to catch up on some reading he's been putting off lately, reading his book and stopping periodically to make notes in his journal. He's cozy, fuzzy sweater and grey joggers, and Jeongguk's feet are tucked under his thigh to stay warm. He looks over and it's very cliche to say, but when he sees Jeongguk his heart thud-thud-thuds in his chest. He's not even doing anything, hair tied on top of his head again in a messy bun, nose scrunched as he works on terraforming his animal crossing island. But these are his favorite moments, those times where they can just be alone, but together, a steadying and warm point of contact between them somewhere as they go about their own thing. Not to mention how cute Jeongguk looks when he's concentrating, lip pulled between his teeth and little wisps of hair falling down and framing his face, eyebrows furrowed.
Jeongguk must feel Namjoon's stare, because he glances up then does a double take after a quick pause of the game.
"What?" A small smile pulls at the corners of Jeongguk's mouth.
If this had been years ago Namjoon would perhaps feel bashful at being caught out, but now he just smiles at Jeongguk, feeling the warmth spread through his chest. He's settled into his love. He runs his hand gently up Jeongguk's shin. "Nothing. Just... you."
Jeongguk's smile grows, and his eyes curve up into cute crescents. "What about me?"
"I just. Love you a lot, I guess."
"You guess?" Jeongguk's teasing and Namjoon knows this. Jeongguk probably expects Namjoon to tease back, but Namjoon is feeling especially honest today.
Namjoon's wide hand lands on Jeongguk's knee and squeezes there. "I mean, I know I do. I just. Love you a lot right now especially." Namjoon chuckles when Jeongguk gets flustered, holding his switch up in front of his face, but it doesn't hide how his ears have gone red.
"Namjoon," he whines, "I'm not even doing anything. I'm still wearing my pajamas."
"Yeah, I know," Namjoon moves his hand slowly down Jeongguk’s shin, stopping to poke gently at his bare ankle. “But they’re cute pajamas. Little bunny rabbits on them. They’re cute. You’re cute.”
They slip into quietness, Jeongguk wiggling his toes contently on Namjoon’s thigh and Namjoon idly playing with Jeongguk’s leg. He’s not really thinking about it, he mostly just likes the way Jeongguk’s skin feels under his fingers, but his fingers have inched up the bottom of Jeongguk’s pajamas and then Jeongguk makes a small choking sound.
Namjoon looks up, a little alarmed, until he takes in Jeongguk’s blown pupils, looking at Namjoon intently with… oh. Honestly, Namjoon wasn’t trying to, well, start anything, but there’s always a steadily thrumming low layer of horniness running through Namjoon at any given time so subconsciously he was maybe… but it’s Jeongguk’s leg, not even...but on the other hand, now that he’s thinking about it he was stroking it. Anyway, it doesn’t matter because it looks like Jeongguk’s on the same page whether Namjoon realized he was on that page or not.
Namjoon’s fingers stop abruptly as he processes all this, but Jeongguk’s looking at him with his lip bitten, just the beginning of a flush on the tops of his cheeks, and well. What is Namjoon to do?
Jeongguk makes the decision for him. “Namjoon, I wanna try the thing.”
Namjoon isn’t following him for a split second, but then understanding washes over him in a burning, simmering wave.
“The,” Namjoon looks at him with wide eyes, “the thing?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk whispers, “the thing with the…”
Namjoon’s voice is so quiet he wouldn’t be surprised if Jeongguk was mostly reading his lips at this point, “spanking?”
A full body shiver runs through Jeongguk’s body at the word and Namjoon could swear that Jeongguk has to swallow a moan.
“Right now?”
Jeongguk bobs his head, breathing heavily, whispers, “Yeah, right now, fuck, you want to?”
Namjoon takes a second to scream internally about how they got this worked up in the middle of the day on a regular Tuesday but then a voice is bringing him back to reality.
“Okay, well,” Yoongi stands from where he was working at the table in the adjoining dining room. Namjoon, spotting the headphones around his neck, wonders when he took them off. “I’m leaving immediately before this gets even more awkwardly sexual, so.” Yoongi closes his computer and packs it into his messenger bag. “I’ll be at Jimin’s.”
Neither Jeongguk nor Namjoon move as their eyes follow Yoongi to the door. The door slams and they sit in silence for a second more. Jeongguk leaps first, flipping over the length of the couch to push Namjoon down, pinning Namjoon down with his body weight. There’s not a space where they’re not touching, and Namjoon opens his legs on instinct so Jeongguk can settle even closer.
A low rumbling groan escapes Namjoon’s lips where they’re pressed insistently against Jeongguk’s; his lips are soft, so soft, molded against Namjoon’s own. Namjoon’s hands roam along Jeongguk’s back, fingers trailing gently up under Jeongguk’s tee shirt. He squeezes at Jeongguk’s waist, which makes Jeongguk moan and give a little grind forward. Namjoon gasps and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to slip his tongue between Namjoon’s lips.
They make out for a bit, the afternoon sun filtering through the living room blinds and burning into their skin. Namjoon’s enjoying the slow and unhurried grind they have going until Jeongguk stops kissing back. Namjoon is about to ask what’s wrong when Jeongguk pulls back and attempts to muffle a chuckle into Namjoon’s neck. Namjoon joins him in giggling before Jeongguk can even explain what he’s laughing at.
“We have to stop doing that to him, he’s going to hate us.”
Namjoon’s slow arousal hazy brain takes a second to catch up to who Jeongguk’s talking about. “You know Yoongi could never hate you, Jeongguk-ah.”
Namjoon’s brain is getting twisted trying to keep up with Jeongguk’s train of thought and the slow, steady movement of his hips that hasn’t ceased. “True, but he may start spraying us with Wasabi’s spray bottle if he catches us again.” Jeongguk’s hand sneaks inside Namjoon’s sweats and cups him hotly. “We should apologize.”
“Yes, yeah,” Namjoon agrees quickly, bucking into Jeongguk’s hand, breath hitching, “I’ll buy him a coffee or something.”
Jeongguk laughs at Namjoon, dipping forward, starting to suck a bruise into the soft skin of his neck. His breath washes against him. “Take me to bed.”
Relief swirls inside Namjoon along with the heat of arousal; he’s glad to have a clear direction that he can follow. Fuck Jeongguk. Yes, he can do that.
Namjoon’s been spending a lot of time at the gym these last few months. When he needs to parse some information he’s been studying, his favorite way as of late is to do it while weight lifting. Jeongguk had maybe commented on how big Namjoon’s arms had gotten (“My big strong man Joonie,” he had said, causing Namjoon to hide his blushing face behind his hands) but Namjoon hadn’t actually put his new muscles to use until now.
He scoops his arms right up under Jeongguk’s ass as he lifts them off the couch in one smooth motion. The laugh Jeongguk lets out is musical, making Namjoon flush. Jeongguk muffles his giggles into Namjoon’s neck, softening the laughter with wet kisses as they make their way down the hall to their bedroom. “God that’s so hot, Joon. I can’t wait until you can fuck me against the wall.”
“Baby, please,” Namjoon’s voice takes on a pleading tone. He lowers Jeongguk to the bed before crawling over him, caging him in. “When you talk like that I feel like I’m going to short circuit.” And Jeongguk knows this, knows that his tongue is Namjoon’s weakness (in more ways than one).
“What, Joon-ah, when I tell you I want you to fuck me so hard that I’m drooling?” Namjoon muffles his groan into Jeongguk’s mouth, mashing their lips together in something too excited to be a proper kiss. Namjoon’s clumsy fingers try to pull Jeongguk out of his pants. “Want you to spank me, Joonie,” Jeongguk continues as his fingers wind in Namjoon’s hair before easing down to grab his ass. He pulls them into a nasty grind. “Until all I can think about is that thick cock of yours making me cry.”
“Jesus,” Namjoon pants. He finally gets Jeongguk naked enough to circle his fingers around his dick. He gives him a few strokes, but the way Jeongguk is bucking into his fingers tells him he doesn’t need to be worked up, he’s already there. Namjoon decides they can skip the foreplay this time.
Regardless of the fact that Jeongguk wants to get spanked today, Namjoon knows how Jeongguk gets sometimes when he’s feeling good. Knows that he’ll keep thrusting into Namjoon’s hand until he comes, mind on one track, then be pouty that he didn’t get to do the thing he set out to do. (Usually this is not a problem to Namjoon, it means they just get to go again, but sometimes Jeongguk will genuinely be annoyed at himself.)
With strength he didn’t know he possessed, he pulls away from Jeongguk’s lips. Jeongguk lets out a whine when Namjoon moves his hand, only to turn into an excited grin when Namjoon moves to the headboard of the bed. “Alright, Kook-ah,” he pats his lap invitingly, “just like we talked about, yeah?”
Jeongguk nods enthusiastically, then flops himself sideways over Namjoon’s lap. And that’s. That’s a lot, Namjoon gulps, he’s seen Jeongguk’s ass lots of times, even seen a few others before, he guesses, but nothing quite like this. It’s so round, literally the perfect shape, it’s well sculpted, all the hard work of Jeongguk’s dance practice just lying there, waiting on Namjoon and wiggling slightly and Namjoon is ready to fucking feast—
“Joon?”
“Uh, right, yes!” Namjoon’s tongue feels too thick, but then he realizes it’s just the effect of being presented with an ass seemingly crafted by angels. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. Distantly he thinks about how Hoseok had stressed that Namjoon needed to really commit to being in the leader role. The… the dominant role, if they were going to do this. That didn’t mean he had to be mean (although, Hoseok said, they definitely could work up to that if they wanted to) but it meant that Jeongguk was relying on him to make this good. He trusted him.
Namjoon runs his hand slowly over the ass in front of him, watching a minute shiver run through Jeongguk’s body. “I’m going to start out slow, alright?”
Jeongguk hums, agreeing easily.
“Ten to start? Then we can do more if you want, okay?”
Jeongguk hums again.
“And promise me you’ll say something if it gets to be too much, right? What do you say if you need me to slow down?”
“Yellow,” Jeongguk shakes out, and it seems that the reality is beginning to set in, that he’s about to get something he’s wanted for a long time.
“And if you want me to stop?”
“Red,” Jeongguk says quietly. Namjoon lets a little breath go in relief. “Or Space Jam.”
“Or Space Jam, you brat.” Namjoon chuckles, and brings his hand down on Jeongguk’s ass just a little bit, not even a real slap so much as a tap, but the reaction is immediate. Namjoon watches Jeongguk gasp, thrust back toward Namjoon’s hand, rut forward, and moan all in quick succession.
Oh shit, Namjoon realizes, he is fucked.
He takes a deep breath, runs his hand over the cheek closest to him and watches the shiver run up Jeongguk's spine. He has to admit, Jeongguk looks so good like this, splayed out for Namjoon to enjoy.
He brings his palm down over the roundest part of Jeongguk's ass; it's not incredibly hard, Namjoon did say he was going to start out easy, but still Jeongguk gasps and bucks back toward Namjoon's hand.
"One," Jeongguk shakes out, voice trembling, and weirdly, hearing Jeongguk's voice devolve from one spank sends a trill up Namjoon's spine. He was doing this mostly for Jeongguk, or well, he thought, but the way he feels heat pooling in the pit of his stomach says that maybe he's feeling more into it than he thought he would.
He brings his hand down twice, one after the other, and Jeongguk barely has time to cry out between the two. Namjoon pauses and admires the scarlet that's started to bloom over Jeongguk's cheeks.
Whenever Namjoon brings his hand down Jeongguk moans or yelps before counting, and it's good.
"Five," Jeongguk pants, and his whole body is trembling. He's rutting forward into Namjoon's thigh, fingers digging into the dark red bedspread they have. When he's not counting, his moans are ringing throughout the room, and he thrusts back as if waiting for Namjoon's hand. Namjoon can tell that he's desperate and if this had happened earlier in their relationship Namjoon might not have recognized the little tingling inkling deep down. Jeongguk grinds forward again and grunts in frustration; Namjoon runs his hand down Jeongguk's spine and rests on Jeongguk's ass. Yes, Jeongguk's desperate, but it's not sexy desperate, but more like...
"You're not into this," Namjoon says, and his voice is gentle but by the way Jeongguk whines Namjoon knows he's gotten it right. "What's wrong, Kook-ah?"
"I am," Jeongguk says shakily, "I am, I’m...trying." When Namjoon doesn't respond Jeongguk keeps going, "just harder?"
Namjoon nods and brings his hand down harder, and Jeongguk cries out "ah!" in surprise. But then that's all.
"Okay, no," Jeongguk concedes. "Your hand is good but it's not..."
Namjoon watches Jeongguk's shoulders lift and fall in a huge, defeated sigh.
Jeongguk rolls off Namjoon's thighs and pulls himself up to face Namjoon. Right, Namjoon could tell that Jeongguk wasn't feeling it and he's glad that he noticed and called it out, but it still doesn't feel that great. He just wanted to make Jeongguk feel good.
"It's not you, babe, I promise," Jeongguk says, reading the look in Namjoon's eyes. He reaches his hand up to Namjoon's cheek and Namjoon nuzzles into it. "It's just," Jeongguk furrows his eyebrows, trying to piece the right words together. "It's not what I expected?"
Namjoon nods, feeling a little awkward now that the sex act they came here to do is apparently not happening; he’s feeling a little lost, a little unmoored.
Luckily Jeongguk’s the best at pulling Namjoon out of his own head. “Hey, we can talk later,” he soothes, “but I would really like it if you still got me off.”
And yes, that’s something Namjoon can do, something he genuinely enjoys doing, so yes. Mission: Get Jeongguk Off. Yes.
Namjoon nods and leans forward to capture Jeongguk’s lips in a soft kiss before laying him down gently. He kisses down Jeongguk’s body, nibbling at his collarbones, his (frankly ridiculous) abs, his hipbones, before swallowing him down.
He’s probably not the best at giving head, but damn does he love doing it. When Jeongguk clutches his hair and holds him down, his thighs clamping around Namjoon’s ears, voice climbing to a stuttering crescendo until Namjoon has swallowed all that he’s given him? Namjoon lives for that feeling.
He pulls back to wipe his mouth, looking up at Jeongguk. Jeongguk lets out a gusting moan before pulling him up. “Goddamn, you’re good at that. I love you so much baby.”
Okay, so he can still get Jeongguk off, even if the spanking thing didn’t work out. His pride is bolstered a little at seeing Jeongguk still unable to fully move all his limbs.
He can move enough to make grabby hands for Namjoon’s dick, though. He can tell that Jeongguk’s feeling a little bit pillow-princessy because he doesn’t actively reach for it, but when Namjoon places it directly in his palm Jeongguk gets to work. And it never really takes Namjoon a lot, especially after getting wound up from getting Jeongguk off. So when Jeongguk keeps flicking his wrist in that way that makes Namjoon’s toes curl it doesn’t take him long to come across Jeongguk’s stomach.
Namjoon flops down beside Jeongguk, panting, and they lay there for a second coming down slowly. Namjoon holds Jeongguk’s hand as their hearts slow down. He’s still riding the high from both of their orgasms, but there’s a little something niggling at the back of Namjoon’s mind.
Jeongguk can always tell when Namjoon’s spacing so he leans into Namjoon and places a soft kiss to his shoulder before throwing his arm and leg over Namjoon’s body.
“I still had fun, Joonie, don’t worry about the spanking thing.”
Namjoon huffs a little, “Yeah, but….” He furrows his eyebrows.
“Joon, any time I get to spend with you is a good time, you know that.” Jeongguk places another kiss on his cheek, then his nose, then his chin, then his lips. “I wouldn’t have even needed to come and I still would’ve had a fun time.”
And okay, yeah. Jeongguk is right. They’ve had this conversation many times and they know that when they do this it’s about feeling closer and having fun, not the endgame. (Not that either of them are the type to leave a partner in want, there’s plenty of orgasms for everyone.)
Namjoon nods and finally sighs before kissing Jeongguk’s nose. “Yeah, I know. Can you tell me what about it didn’t work for you, though?”
Jeongguk hums. “Hmm, I don’t know for sure? I guess, maybe I built up too much anticipation and the actual hits weren’t…” he stops for a second, sighing through his nose. “I didn’t want to keep asking you to hit me harder.”
Namjoon thinks for a second, the silence settling around them like a warm blanket. Then the lightbulb goes off.
“What about if I hit you with something else?”
“What, like a paddle?” Jeongguk laughs a little, as if he can’t imagine Namjoon wielding a paddle.
“Exactly like a paddle.” Namjoon confirms.
Jeongguk jerks up to stare down into Namjoon’s eyes. “Are you serious?”
Namjoon shrugs a little bit. “I mean, yeah, if you wanted I could do that. Hobi did tell me—” Namjoon cuts himself off, eyes wide and the beginning of a blush on his cheeks.
“What? Namjoon.” Jeongguk narrows his eyes down at Namjoon, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Did you ask Hobi about domming me again?”
Namjoon covers his face and speaks through his hands. “You know he’s good at this stuff! He’s been a member of that nightclub since we were in college.”
“I can’t believe you keep going to Hobi for BDSM lessons, he’s like your domming yoda. He should teach a seminar.”
“Oh my god, that’s what I said too!” Namjoon laughs and flings his hands away from his face.
They laugh for a second before Namjoon clears his throat a little. “Does it… does it bother you that our friends know so much about our sex life?”
Jeongguk snorts. “I know a ranked list of all of Taehyung’s kinks and Jimin routinely tries to take us to what I’m pretty sure are pet play parties. Yoongi asks us for opinions of every sex toy he buys in our group chat. Namjoon, we're all a little codependent and it’s fine.”
Namjoon laughs. “Okay. Do you want to look at paddles with me?”
“Yes,” Jeongguk hisses in excitement before flopping over Namjoon to reach his phone on the nightstand. He snuggles further into Namjoon’s side and balances the phone on Namjoon’s chest.
“Hey Siri, show me pictures of BDSM paddles.”
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To: Hobihobihobi
Soooooo, we bought a paddle.
From: Hobihobihobi
Omg, are you guys going on that work sponsored camping trip? Good luck to you, you couldn't pay me to stay in the woods. I should've known JK would want to try kayaking.
To: Hobihobihobi
No! I mean yes, we are going because JK wants to satisfy his inner wildman and try cooking food on an open fire.
But we bought a paddle from a shop on Etsy called RubyBackPorch so. Not a kayaking paddle.
From: Hobihobihobi
Oh! Joon!! 😏 Well, Yoongi and Jimin are the experts on receiving, so if you want tips you should totally ask them! they'd love to help!!
Namjoon snorts. His friends would love to help figure out how to paddle his boyfriend, of course, totally normal conversation among friends.
To: Jiminie, Yoon
Hey so, I have something I wanna talk to you guys about, wanna come over this weekend? I'll bring out the good wine.
From: Jiminie
Oooh, Yoongi the good wine! Must be important.
From Yoongi:
Oh shit, what now?
To: Jiminie, Yoon
🥴 I'll see you Friday night
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It takes Jimin approximately 1.5 glasses of wine before he pins his gaze on Namjoon and says, "Okay, so spill. Why did you ask us over?" He's smiling in that way that is a little scary, a little disarming, the way that says "Yes, I am 5'9" but you should absolutely still fear me."
Namjoon had expected to be ambushed before he ever took the snacks out of the oven, so this is a welcome reprieve.
Yoongi places his hand on Jimin's leg, and Namjoon expects that to calm Jimin but then Namjoon sees a light flash in Jimin's eyes as if he's suddenly remembered something. Somehow he looks even more borderline feral.
"Oh my god, Hobi talked to you about it, didn't he?" Jimin looks positively gleeful, Namjoon feels nothing but confusion, and Yoongi groans before covering his face, whispering "Jimin no, shut up," under his breath.
Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow, “About what?”
A lot transpires in a quick second and almost simultaneously: beside Jimin, Yoongi is reaching across the couch, hands waving, desperately trying to get his boyfriend to shut up.
“Jimin, no.”
“About the orgy idea,” Jimin leans forward with a gleam in his eye.
“I’m sorry?” Namjoon chokes, voice getting strangled as he tries not to inhale his wine.
“Oh my god, Jimin.” Yoongi is trying to sink into the couch, his hands covering his face.
Jimin’s eyes scan over Namjoon’s face, taking in his bug eyes and the way his eyebrows have risen into his hairline. He sits back primly, “So not the orgy idea? Okay, continue.”
“What orgy idea?” Namjoon’s voice rises in bewilderment.
Jimin smiles lightly, waving his hand in dismissal as Yoongi's voice comes muffled from behind his hands. “Joon-ah, it’s not important, I promise, please just continue.”
Namjoon glances from Yoongi, who’s finally removed his hands from his red cheeks, to Jimin who’s sitting back, legs crossed, patiently waiting for Namjoon to continue.
“Uh, okay,” Namjoon concedes, “but we’re going to come back to this after I’m done.”
“Of course,” Jimin agrees quickly and easily, “now tell us what’s on your mind.”
Once he’s been given permission, it’s like the words spill out of him. Namjoon finishes his glass of wine as he’s telling Yoongi and Jimin about the spanking (and he only stumbled over the word once, even if his face was on fire) and how they bought the paddle but Namjoon was feeling nervous about using it.
“Oh, baby's first paddling session, I remember my first time fondly,” Jimin says, clapping his hands in glee.
Namjoon feels like he may cringe out of his skin, but he’s saved by Yoongi asking seriously, “Can we see which one you bought?”
“It’s not here yet,” Namjoon digs his phone out of his pocket before navigating to the shop where they purchased the paddle, “but it’s this one.”
Yoongi takes the phone from Namjoon, and reads through the description quickly, nodding his head. “This looks well made, I’d trust it.”
“And it’s so pretty,” Jimin agrees, “the inset will make a really pretty pattern on Kook’s skin.”
Namjoon’s mind is suddenly assaulted with pictures of Jungkook’s skin looking red with intricate impressions over the roundness of his cheeks and it takes all of Namjoon’s willpower to shake his head and keep from biting his lip.
“Pricey, but I think it’s worth it,” Yoongi finishes, pushing the phone back in Namjoon’s (trembling) fingers.
“Yoongi buys all of our sex toys, so I’d trust his judgment,” Jimin’s hand finds Yoongi’s and squeezes lightly. Namjoon doesn’t know if he should be endeared from the show of affection or embarrassed from the TMI.
“Thanks,” Namjoon sighs. He scratches the back of his neck, looking off to the side.
“There’s something else,” Yoongi says. It’s not a question, he’s been able to read Namjoon like a book since they first met all those years ago.
“I…” Namjoon starts, stalls out, tries again. “How does it feel to be…on the receiving end?”
“Fucking awesome,” Jimin says at the same time that Yoongi says, “Pretty excellent, actually.”
Namjoon nods, gazing down where he’s twiddling his fingers nervously, “Okay, good.”
“But what are you really asking?” Yoongi says bluntly.
“Ah,” Namjoon’s caught out, “I just…what if he doesn’t like it? Or what if I hurt him? What if it’s too much?” He lets out a big sigh. What if I can’t do this, he thinks.
“Joon-ah,” Yoongi says, sympathy coloring his words, but Jimin leans forward to knock his knuckles against Namjoon’s knee in admonishment.
“You and that big brain of yours, Joonie.” Jimin is smiling at him, even if he does look a little exasperated. “You’re worrying over this.”
“Well, yes, because what if I—”
“Joonie,” Jimin says, his soft hand squeezing Jimin’s knee where he’d knocked it before, “you talked about this with Kook-ah, yes?”
Namjoon nods vehemently, looking a little like a bobblehead.
“Talked about boundaries, limits, wants, needs, all that good stuff, right?”
Namjoon nods, yes, of course, of course.
Jimin sighs and smiles, “Then,” he shrugs, “have fun. Let me tell you from experience, and Yoongi hyung can probably back me up, but trust is the best part. There’s nothing quite like giving yourself over to someone and trusting them to wreck you in the best way, then kiss you back together again. That’s the most important part.”
Namjoon gulps, but a shaky smile lifts the corner of his lips.
“Jeongguk knows you could never intentionally hurt him.” Yoongi thinks about what he’s said for a second, “Or well, hurt him more than he can take. He trusts you, Joon-ah. Now you just have to trust yourself.”
“Oh that was a good one, hyung,” Jimin says, giggling at Yoongi. Namjoon watches as Yoongi shoves Jimin’s shoulder, and he thinks he hears Yoongi admonish him and call him a brat, but Namjoon’s too caught up in his own thoughts to be sure. He can probably do that. Kiss him back together? Namjoon wants to kiss Jeongguk literally all the time, 24/7 Jeongguk kisses. No, he can definitely do that. He loves making Jeongguk feel good, and that’s what this is, isn’t it?
Namjoon spends a while digesting everything they’d talked about, and Yoongi and Jimin seem content to entertain themselves and finish off the bottle of Namjoon’s wine. Later, after Yoongi guides a sleepy Jimin into a cab and says their goodbyes for the both of them, Namjoon gently shuts the door behind them and realizes he did, in fact, forget to follow up on the orgy comment.
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This time, it’s a Thursday evening and Namjoon is trying to finish up some work tasks before the start of his long weekend, so he’s got his head buried in an academic journal and is taking notes to the side when Jeongguk throws open the front door.
“It’s here!” He holds a nondescript brown box above his head, and Namjoon swears that if this was one of Jeongguk’s video games, there’d be a beacon of light beaming from it.
Jeongguk holds the box aloft as he tumbles over the back of the sofa, landing with his head against Namjoon’s thigh. A small smile tugs at Namjoon’s lips, he’s washed warm with a fondness for this goofy boy.
Namjoon stretches, pointing and wiggling his toes, and Jeongguk tears into the box. There’s a cute note there with a drawn smiley face from the shop owner that just somehow communicates that they know exactly what fun Namjoon and Jeongguk are going to get up to. His cheeks heat up a little bit as he thinks about it, but the embarrassment is overshadowed when he sees the glee in Jeongguk’s eyes. He opens the black, velvety drawstring bag and pulls the paddle out. Namjoon can tell that Jeongguk’s breath gets stuck in his throat when his eyes land on it; can tell because he feels the exact same way, his heart bumping up against his ribcage.
“Wow, Joon,” Jeongguk gulps, wide eyes staring down at the paddle in his hands. He runs his index finger delicately along the gold trim, admiring the way it contrasts with the midnight blue there, sliding his finger along the pretty groove and Namjoon. Oh god, Namjoon’s thinking about how that groove would imprint on Jeongguk’s skin, leave him all pretty rouge and stinging and—
“Baby,” Jeongguk says quietly, a hint of teasing running through his voice, “are you already hard?”
Namjoon looks down at his dick as if he’s just remembered that it’s there, and oh hell, he is already hard, when the fuck had that happened?
“Ah, uhm,” Namjoon stammers, “I mean—it’s very pretty and I was just thi—I mean, you would look very pretty with—um.”
Namjoon bites his lips to stop the stream of embarrassment falling from them, and mercifully, blessedly, Jeongguk takes pity on him. A laugh bubbles from him as he stands, Namjoon looking up at him, and takes Namjoon’s hand gently. He pulls him up and leads him to their bedroom, paddle in hand.
When Jeongguk shuts the door quietly behind them he places the handle of the paddle in Namjoon’s palm. Namjoon’s wide eyes follow as Jeongguk goes to the side of their bed and bends over it, chest flush with their plush duvet. He then looks over his shoulder and up at Namjoon, raising his eyebrow.
Namjoon tries to gulp and gasp at the same time and ends up choking a little at the sight of Jeongguk there; sure, he’s still got all his clothes on but the message is clear as fucking day, eyebrow cocked at Namjoon and dark eyes saying everything that his mouth’s not.
Message received, loud and clear, directly to Namjoon’s dick.
He crosses the room, kneels down behind Jeongguk, and pulls his joggers down over the swell of his ass cheeks. The black boxer briefs underneath hugs the curve of him so well that Namjoon’s mouth waters immediately. He can’t help himself when he leans forward and bites right over the round of one cheek. Jeongguk yelps, then dips face first into the duvet to muffle the moan that flows from his lips.
Namjoon chuckles lowly under his breath while he pulls the boxers down to pool around Jeongguk’s ankles.
“Jeongguk-ah,” Namjoon grabs at Jeongguk’s ass, squeezing the handful there. Jeongguk hums in response, and a thrill goes through Namjoon as he notices that Jeongguk sounds a little shaky already. “Grab a pillow for your hips,” Namjoon spreads Jeongguk apart, eyes zeroing in his prize, “I’m gonna be down here for a while.”
Before Jeongguk can even move, Namjoon is swiping his tongue slowly over his hole, and he delights in the whiny “Oh, fuck,” Jeongguk tries to bite back. He can feel Jeongguk pulling up and away a little to reach for the pillow, but Namjoon grips Jeongguk’s hips and pulls him back; he tastes almost sweet, and Namjoon can’t get enough. His tongue dips into the ring of muscle and Namjoon can tell that Jeongguk’s given up on being quiet. He lets out a sob as he grinds forward then thrusts back on Namjoon’s tongue.
He works between Jeongguk’s cheeks, and it sounds so filthy he thinks for a second he should be embarrassed: the sounds of his slurping and groaning ring around his ears. But it’s nothing compared to the sounds that Jeongguk’s making, whiny moans and loud panting. When Namjoon pulls back to gasp a breath he can see the way Jeongguk’s toes are curling and digging into their carpet, and if he looks up he can see Jeongguk trembling as he grasps at the comforter.
Jeongguk’s cock is hanging down between his legs, rosy red and shiny at the tip; Namjoon takes him into his hand and strokes once, twice, before swirling his fingers around the head. Despite their…stamina training sessions, Jeongguk is still a relatively quick shot. So when he lets out a loud moan followed by “Joon, Joon, mmm, fuck,” Namjoon recognizes it for what it is and snatches his hands away before Jeongguk can shoot across the side of their bed.
Namjoon runs his hands up Jeongguk’s thighs, feeling him shiver underneath his fingertips as he stands and makes quick work of his own clothes. Jeongguk looks over his shoulder at Namjoon, panting hotly against the bed and taking him in. Something shifts in Namjoon. Like a stone dislodging from his chest, or maybe settling into place. He thinks back to what Hoseok said about taking control, and suddenly everything feels easier.
His fingers trail along Jeongguk’s back as he gently shifts his shirt up and off. Jeongguk whines and arches into Namjoon’s touch.
“Please,” Jeongguk whines, eyebrows pinched and pleading, “wanna come.”
“I thought you wanted me to spank you?” Namjoon says lowly, raking his blunt nails down Jeongguk’s spine.
Jeongguk whimpers, nodding his head.
“Then ask for it, baby.”
At this Jeongguk digs his face into the comforter and shakes his head, then peeks one eye up at Namjoon. It’s just enough for Namjoon to see the blush burning the tips of his ears red. “Can’t,” he mumbles into the blanket.
“ ‘Course you can, baby,” Namjoon’s croons, and the lilting undercurrent of teasing there makes Jeongguk shiver again. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.”
Jeongguk jolts at the words; Namjoon sees the way his grip tightens on the bedsheets, the dirty way his hips stutter forward against the bed, and something else settles into place.
“Oh, you like that, baby? Like being called sweetheart?” Jeongguk mewls and Namjoon keeps going, “Like it even better when I tell you how good you are, huh? Isn’t that right, sweetheart? I’ll give you what you want, you just have to be good for me and tell me.”
Jeongguk shudders under Namjoon’s grip, and finally, voice running on the edge of broken and creaky, “Please,” he says, looking up at Namjoon, “Please spank me.”
Namjoon smiles down at Jeongguk, but seeing him writhing under his hand, flushed all over and pleading for Joon, it makes something white hot run under his skin; oh he wants to see him ruined.
“Good job,” Namjoon praises. Jeongguk digs his face into the comforter and Namjoon can see the pretty flush over his ears and neck, light rouge over his shoulders. He can practically feel the embarrassment radiating off Jeongguk’s heated skin.
Namjoon’s addicted.
He grabs the paddle from where he tossed it onto the bed. It really is a work of art, he thinks as he turns it over and over, the gilding catching and sparkling in the light. He takes the paddle and gently, so lightly, runs the edge of it down Jeongguk’s spine, over the curve of his ass. The full body tremble and panting whine Jeongguk lets out, a single, needy “please,” completes the beautiful scene in front of him.
“Of course, baby, so good for me,” Namjoon whispers, “Just five to start, okay? Count for me.”
Jeongguk sniffles, nodding, his cheek rubbing against the bedspread.
Namjoon gets a good grip on the paddle, the handle fitting comfortably in his hand. He runs it over Jeongguk’s ass cheeks once more before pulling back and snapping forward. The contact makes a resounding smack that rings around the room and the way Jeongguk’s round cheeks bounce from the hit is poetry in motion. It’s a light hit, really just a warmup, but Jeongguk’s reaction is immediate.
“Oh, shit,” Jeongguk gasps, and Namjoon can see the way he twists his hands into the blanket underneath him.
“Baby?” Namjoon says, breaking character slightly to check in.
“Good,” Jeongguk says breathily, “good, good good good.” He gulps and thrusts backwards, body pleading with Namjoon. “One.”
A flush of relief runs through Namjoon, and he grips the paddle a little harder. “Good boy.”
Namjoon thinks he hears a muffled “fuck” in response, but it gets a little lost in the sound of another smack.
“Two.” Jeongguk’s voice is shaky, reedy and ends in a pleasured hum.
By the time they reach five, Namjoon feels stuck in a feedback loop of pleasure. Jeongguk writhes under him, moaning loudly into the blanket as he grips the bed under him. He’s hard, cock hanging between his legs and each time the paddle connects with his backside he thrusts forward, getting the tiniest bit of fleeting friction.
“Feeling good, baby?” Namjoon asks lowly; the skin under his hand where he rubs Jeongguk’s blush-stained ass cheeks is warm to the touch. When he runs the pads of his fingers against the heated skin Jeongguk trembles as if he was electrocuted.
Jeongguk nods his head, pleading, “Keep goin’ Joon, please, please, more.”
“You sound so good, sweetheart, of course.”
Namjoon pulls back again, wiggling his fingers around the handle of the paddle, and swings forward again. The way Jeongguk’s wiggling around and panting must mean he’s ready for a little more, so Namjoon gives it to him. It’s a harder hit, and Jeongguk cries out loudly, voice ending in a sob. Namjoon sees where there’s a light imprint of the ridging of the paddle on Jeongguk’s ass and the blood surges beneath his own skin, headed straight to his dick.
“Number?” Namjoon prompts.
Jeongguk sobs and gulps. “S-six.”
Namjoon brings the paddle down again before the word even leaves his mouth, and the way Jeongguk seems to crumple even further under Namjoon has his head spinning. Jeongguk finally seems to remember he can do more with his hands than desperately grip the bedspread. He thrusts a hand under him to grip his cock, desperate for relief, but another smack from Namjoon stops him in his tracks.
“Ah ah ah,” Namjoon tuts, “No touching until I say so. Don’t you want to be good for me, Kook-ah?”
“Please,” Jeongguk keens. When he turns to look up at Namjoon, he can see that Jeongguk’s eyelashes are all stuck together with tears, delicate little triangles and his cheeks are wet. “Wanna be good, wanna come.” His voice shakes in another sob.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Namjoon brings the paddle down again. “Number?”
“Eight,” Jeongguk sobs, “Joon please!”
“Good boy,” Namjoon whispers, “almost there.”
Namjoon runs the paddle against Jeongguk and he’s so sensitive he jerks at the contact. He brings the paddle flat against Jeongguk again and Jeongguk’s sob bounces around the walls of the room. He thrusts back, grasping at the blanket and eager for his last hit. “Nine!”
A lot happens in a short amount of time on Namjoon’s last smack. It’s the hardest smack yet, Jeongguk’s ass jiggling from the impact. He sobs the last count, back arching as a full body shudder works its way through him. “Fuck, fuck,” he wails, face mashed into the covers, as he thrusts twice against the bed, and comes messily along the side of the mattress.
Namjoon is mesmerized, entranced by the way Jeongguk’s entire body ripples. So beautiful, Namjoon thinks dimly. He runs his hand down Jeongguk’s back, skin heated and sweaty and Jeongguk can feel the way the pleasure contracts his muscles, wave after wave.
Usually after Jeongguk has an orgasm, regardless of what they’re doing together (or the few, but extremely hot, occasions where Namjoon’s been told to just watch and not touch), he tends to melt. He gets droopy and relaxed, content to become a puddle as the feel good chemicals still course through his brain. This time, to Namjoon’s surprise, Jeongguk seems somehow even more worked up. He’s panting desperately as he climbs onto his knees and elbows on the bed, back dropped into a delicious arch.
He turns his head, twin tracks of tears running down his face, as he pleads with Namjoon, “Please, please Joon.”
Namjoon’s not exactly sure what they’re doing, he planned to spank Jeongguk and he did that and now there’s no plan really but with the way Jeongguk’s looking up at him like he holds the answer to everything Jeongguk’s ever wanted…Well, Namjoon’s willing to give him the whole world on a silver platter.
“Of course, baby boy, did such a good job, sweetheart,” Namjoon says, “what do you need?”
“Please,” Jeongguk says in a rush, words tumbling over one another, “fingers—ah—inside—please.”
Namjoon launches himself off the bed towards their nightstand. He narrowly avoids faceplanting as his feet get tangled in the fluffy forest green rug he insisted on getting so Jeongguk’s toes wouldn’t be cold when he got out of bed in the morning. His hand goes straight for the lube as if working by muscle memory, and it only takes a couple seconds for him to flip the cap and cover his fingers.
When Namjoon sinks two fingers directly into Jeongguk, the scream Jeongguk lets out takes Namjoon by surprise. Jeongguk’s never been quiet in bed really, but he’s never screamed. The way the scream dissolves into a sob and the way his toes curl lets Namjoon know it’s definitely not a scream of pain.
Namjoon immediately curls his fingers, rubbing up against Jeongguk’s prostate, and coherency quickly devolves for both of them. Jeongguk’s whining, clutching the bed under him, voice high and shaky, “Oh fuck, Namjoon,” he gets stuck repeating Namjoon’s name over and over, like his brain is a skipping record. Namjoon’s entire body flushes as the words go straight to his (already incredibly hard) cock and he can’t help but continue to rain praises down on Jeongguk. “Yeah baby,” he pants as he continues to fuck Jeongguk mercilessly with his fingers, “so fucking good for me, yeah, feels good, yeah? Taking my fingers so well.”
A violent shiver runs through Jeongguk and he cries again, “Keep going, keep going, fuck, Namjoon, harder,” and Namjoon would absolutely be content to spend the rest of his life making Jeongguk feel good like this. He thrusts his fingers harder, wrist on the verge of cramping, as he makes an effort to drag his fingers against Jeongguk’s prostate every time. He reaches under Jeongguk to take his neglected cock in hand, moving over the heated skin and collecting the wetness dripping from the tip. Jeongguk lets out a stuttering wail, “Oh shit, don’t stop don’t stop oh fuck I’m c—” Jeongguk’s voice cuts off in a strangled groan and Namjoon feels the warm wetness flowing over the grip he has on Jeongguk. His entire body contacts under Namjoon before it snaps like a rubberband, and Namjoon thinks it’s beautiful the way he can see the waves of pleasure moving through Jeongguk’s trembling body.
This time Jeongguk does what he normally does, slowly sinking flush with the bed as he lets out a last warbly sigh. Namjoon knows he needs to move on to the next thing, get ready to give Jeongguk the aftercare that he spent so much time researching, but he’s just witnessed what is maybe the absolute hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life, so he can’t help it when he raises to his knees and takes himself in hand, using Jeongguk’s own sticky come to ease the friction. It only takes one, two, three pumps of his cock before he’s rocked with an orgasm so hard he has to put his hand down on the bed to keep from toppling over. It’s breathtaking, and the way his come lands in white stripes across Jeongguk’s ass pleases something so deep and primal inside him that he’s captivated. Namjoon doesn’t think he’s ever had any sex that’s overwhelmed him so completely; he’s not working with his full people brain when takes the fingers he was fucking Jeongguk with and scoops up the come decorating Jeongguk’s cheeks, pressing it deeply into Jeongguk’s ass. Mine, his primordial hindbrain thinks as he continues to slowly fuck his come deep inside Jeongguk with his fingers, Jeongguk’s ass clenching occassionally with overstimulation.
“Yours,” Jeongguk whines, and it’s then that Namjoon realizes he must’ve said that out loud, “Yours, Joon.” Namjoon finally sits up and the other words Jeongguk’s whining at him sink in. “Keep it in keep it in keep it in.”
Namjoon looks down at Jeongguk’s face, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, cheeks puffy from crying and pupils blown wide. Namjoon lets out a little gasp as he realizes that Jeongguk Is still floating in space, riding the waves of pleasure. When Namjoon processes what Jeongguk’s saying, he reaches into the bedside table again, retrieving the simple black plug they keep there. He lubes it up a little before easing it into Jeongguk, the squelching sound seeming especially obscene now that the peak of activity is done. But when it’s in, Jeongguk seems to finally, finally, fully relax.
Jeongguk obviously didn’t have energy to move after being hit with back to back orgasms, so he rests almost halfway down the bed, feet hanging off the end. Namjoon reaches toward the head of the bed and retrieves one of their fluffy pillows. He gently lifts Jeongguk’s head and slips the pillow underneath; he takes a second to lovingly run his thumb over Jeongguk’s cheek, wiping away a few stray tears. Then he lays down beside Jeongguk, but scoots closer, closer, until he’s got Jeongguk wrapped up under his side, and they’re warm and together, skin to skin.
Jeongguk sniffs again and lets out another tiny sob, and Namjoon just runs his hand soothingly along Jeongguk’s back, fingers dancing along his spine. Namjoon’s murmuring quietly as Jeongguk cries, used to Jeongguk’s post-orgasm tears as usual. “So good, baby, good job, such a good boy for me.”
He reaches behind him to flip the covers over them, the underside of the bedspread on top. When he gets settled again, Jeongguk leans forward to kiss him, deep and intimate. He pulls back and Namjoon can see awareness in his deep brown eyes again, finally moored from the sea of endorphins.
“Holy shit,” he says quietly, voice in awe.
Namjoon chuckles, “You can say that again.”
“Holy. Shit.” Jeongguk says again, making Namjoon laugh, then he presses his face further into Namjoon’s neck.
“Are you okay?” Namjoon checks in, pulling Jeongguk closer, “You’ve never done that before.” Jeongguk makes a questioning noise. “Come twice like that, shit, I didn’t even know you could do that.”
“Well, you’ve never dommed me quite like that either, so we’re both full of surprises,” Jeongguk says. His voice is light and his fingers are playing softly along Namjoon’s neck, but Namjoon still tenses a little bit.
“Was it too much?” he asks, “How’s your ass?”
“Stinging,” he responds, “But good stinging. God, Namjoon, I feel so good right now.”
Namjoon’s immediate instinct is to ask “are you sure” but the way Jeongguk’s looking at him, so content and tired and blissed out, it’s a little easier to placate that little voice that’s always in his head.
“I love you,” Jeongguk says, as if he can hear that voice trying to pick at Namjoon, “so much.” He squeezes Namjoon tight, and the voice fades to the back, lost behind one overwhelming, immediate thought.
“I love you too, Kook-ah.” He digs his nose into the top of Jeongguk’s head as he brings him even closer, “Love you love you love you,” he whispers, “so much.”
Jeongguk gives one last squeeze before he sighs, happy to nap right here in Namjoon’s arms. Later Namjoon will wake them up so they can take a shower, later Namjoon will make Jeongguk japchae and they’ll watch Iron Man under a throw blanket on the couch. But here, right now, he can’t imagine any other place he’d rather be than wrapped up in their love.