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American talk television is always so boring, they always ask such soft questions when Namjoon is on them. They always have to fill a required ten minutes with boring fluff questions before getting to the meat of the interview. This one is no different, smiling and soft balling questions at Namjoon like he needs a warm up. Where’s the fun? Introduce a dunk machine, throw someone in a pool, making him perform manual labor so he can flex or whatever.
Maybe Jungkook is a little sleep deprived and just wants Namjoon to put him in a headlock for a while.
"Your newest novel is about a single father, have you ever thought about children?"
"Children? Yeah, I love kids! They're so full of possibility and imagination right? I would love to have one, or five, but I really don't think I'm in a place for it. There's so much I want to do and see and children really complicate a lot of that. Some people just aren't meant for kids and the older I get the more I think I'm one of them, and I'm alright with that." Namjoon smiles and laughs with the interviewer, the questions finally turning away from his personal life and onto the good stuff: his new novel.
Already a contender for best seller lists internationally.
He's dressed soft, dark hair loosely styled and allowed to fall over his forehead, pale cream sweater unzipped just enough to show his collar bones. They tried to make him look smaller, because he's a romance writer, he can't be six foot and stacked when he's talking about writing emotionally vulnerable queer men. Even his glasses are thinner frames instead of his normal thick nerd glasses that Jungkook likes. His audience overseas happens to be a majority of female readers, he needs to present for them. He needs to look soft and approachable and like every woman's wet dream of a man who can both bench press them, but also talk about his feelings and rescue puppies or whatever. There's a funny texture on his jeans for some interest that Jungkook wants to pick at but the stylists probably frown on that sort of thing. Jungkook watches the whole interview while horizontal on the couch in the apartment they both share in a shirt two sizes too big and shorts too short to wear in public. His floppy bunny ears nearly turned inside out and haphazardly pulled into his hair with a soft silk scrunchie.
The honest answer is expected, Namjoon is known to always give such honest, heart in his hand, sort of answers. Short and sweet and self aware or long and meandering around the question like a hedge maze, there was no in-between. Jungkook knows the answers to most of the questions Namjoon gets asked, in most languages, because he watches all his interviews. If Namjoon can attend all of Jungkook’s dance competitions then Jungkook can consume all of Namjoon’s work stuff too. He knows Namjoon’s favorite food, his thoughts on fanfiction, his big ideas about creative writing being taught in schools, favorite season, color, person. What Jungkook didn't expect was how that little admittance about kids would turn him inside out.
Namjoon wanted kids, and so immediately Jungkook’s brain, at 5am because he's still in Seoul and Namjoon is doing this interview in New York, jumps to the most logical conclusion: I could put a baby in him.
Now contrary to all the niche fetish erotica and hentai manga that Jungkook has consumed in his life, he is very well aware that he cannot, in fact, put a baby in Namjoon. But he can damn sure try! Make a real college effort at it. Do some hands on research just to be sure, maybe a couple times, you know, to get enough data or whatever. He pulls out his phone and texts Hoseok, one of his hyungs that works at the same dance studio.
"Do you think I could get Namjoon pregnant if I fuck him hard enough?"
For the first time in Jungkook’s life Hoseok leaves him on read.
Which is probably for the best. No one needs to feed Jungkook’s insomnia addled brain this late at night, or is it considered early morning? Jungkook isn't sure but he's hungry and horny and has a phone call scheduled with Namjoon in an hour. It's a small thing, just verifying Namjoon’s flight number, when he'll be in, if he really doesn't want Jungkook to come get him.
He doesn't.
He really wants Jungkook to sleep normal human hours but it's been three weeks that Namjoon has been in the states or Europe or for a couple days in Japan and Jungkook worries about everything because he listens to true crime podcasts way too late at night. He hates book tours but they happen so rarely he figures he can put up with them for now.
Sure last year he got to go to London with Namjoon but that doesn't matter because he couldn't go this year thanks to work at the studio. He also doesn’t care about all the souvenirs that Namjoon picks up for him, not even a little bit! (This is a lie, he cares a lot about them.)
"You should be asleep baby," Namjoon says when Jungkook debates grabbing another package of noodles because he's finished one and could still eat.
"I don't sleep good when you're not here," Jungkook pouts, his lisp thick because he’s tired and Namjoon doesn’t make fun of him when he stumbles over his words. He actually thinks it’s cute.
"I know baby, but you should try."
Namjoon talks him down eventually, easy like always. He pulls out the draft for his next novel, already a new one brewing, a science fiction one this time. It's bare bones, just a lot of notes, but there's several long, rough draft level stretches of prose he's had to scribble in already. Big swathing descriptions of a space station and an artificial sun. None of it will end up in the final draft, never does, but it’s about getting the idea on paper. Jungkook loves his boyfriend's writing, he does, but he still falls asleep at some point while Namjoon is explaining some big plans he has for an artificial habitat or something. He wakes up still thinking about that same wild thought from the interview: he needs to put a baby in Namjoon.
The thing with the two of them is they're very much type casted. Namjoon is broad and tall and Jungkook is smaller, leaner, his long hair curling around his soft cheeks, all his own muscle hidden in oversized clothes. Sure he can pick Namjoon up and carry him but why would he when Namjoon would tote him around instead. He's very much the baby girl of their relationship and he really does like being a moaning little pillow princess and he’s mastered the art of the reverse cowgirl on his boyfriend's impressively big dick. Namjoon calls him his little housewife when he finds him folding laundry or cooking them dinner or doing the dishes when he emerges from his latest hyper focused twelve hour writing sprint. He wears pretty clothes for Namjoon sometimes, has even worn a long skirt in public on grocery trips without really thinking about it much because it was nice weather for it. So people always just assume they know them. Jungkook knows this, but he also knows that despite what people think of them they do switch it up pretty frequently.
They switch it up because sometimes Jungkook has to fuck Namjoon so good he cries. This is one of those times.
It's late when Namjoon gets home that night, looking ready to collapse from the jetlag and being crammed into a plane for thirteen hours just to have to fold into a taxi and then trundle into their apartment.
"Do you want kids?" Jungkook asks, standing in the entry hallway holding a basket of laundry he needs to load into the washer in the entryway hall closet.
Namjoon stares at him blankly for several long seconds before looking down at his feet to step out of his sneakers and socks. His carryon bag lands on the floor gently, his big suitcase rolled out of the way of the door and the shoe rack to be dealt with later. He takes off his bucket hat and his long coat still speckled with water droplets from the coming rain storm brewing outside. The hat has left him with a messy mop of hair, no longer styled, all soft like Jungkook likes. He cleans his thick nerdy glasses and then finally looks back up at Jungkook.
"What?" He finally asks, Jungkook giggling as he walks closer to set the basket on the washer and give Namjoon a kiss hello.
Maybe he should have dressed better, maybe put on something nice for putting a baby in your boyfriend, but he couldn’t be bothered. Two hours ago he brushed his teeth and his baggy shirt is clean, that’s about as much as Namjoon is getting. It isn’t like he’s going to be wearing it for long anyway.
"Do you want kids? You mentioned it in the interview when you were on TV yesterday."
"Oh. I mean in theory yeah, sure, but not really in practice. Did you want any? Can we talk about this when I have more brain power? I don't want to do future planning after a plane ride," Namjoon whines, slumping over into Jungkook’s arms, his frumpy old hoodie swamping him, making him look so soft, but not hiding the strength in his squeezing hug.
Namjoon never sleeps on a plane, he thinks on planes. Writing and reading and anything really. When he sleeps in moving vehicles he has nightmares, only sometimes on long road trips down to Busan when Jungkook drives. Wakes looking lost and shivery, smaller than Jungkook knows him to be, but smiles when Jungkook touches him. Because Jungkook will keep him safe.
"I don't want any. Kids scare me. But no, I think I should try to put a baby in you, for science. You know?"
Namjoon is silent for another long stretch of seconds and Jungkook can hear his brain trying to start like an old car engine.
"Is this you asking to fuck me? Is this a new meme?"
"No, it's asking to fuck you so hard you get pregnant, cause you deserve it, you know?" Jungkook shrugs and drags Namjoon further inside their apartment.
"Deserve it?" Namjoon is laughing now, still confused, but he also sounds amused. That amused tone he gets when Jungkook launches into another two hour lecture on the importance of giant robots in anime or whatever new special interest of the month he's acquired against his will.
"Yeah! Cause you're so smart. And pretty. And would look hot holding a baby. Like figuratively, like if one of our friends has a baby you should hold it once for posterity and then give it back," Jungkook explains, dragging Namjoon through their apartment to the bedroom.
"Baby, you're the pretty one between the two of us, but thank you," Namjoon smiles as Jungkook bodily pushes Namjoon into their bed to start stripping him naked.
"We can both be pretty," Jungkook decides.
Namjoon is draped across their bed, now naked, with an exhausted smile just for Jungkook teasing his soft mouth, his deep matching dimples. He's gorgeous, despite how often he flushes and brushes off the complements that he is. All golden skin with long legs and delicate hands, a strong frame but just that bit of give in his belly that Jungkook loves to lay on. And an ample chest from afternoons at the gym, can't forget those tits when he's waxing poetic about how handsome his boyfriend is.
"So what's this about putting a baby in me, huh? Walk me through it if you want me to play along," Namjoon coaxes, patting his own thighs where Jungkook eagerly takes a seat.
"I want people to know you're mine, that I fucked you so good you got knocked up. That I breed you so well that it actually worked. So I'm gonna fuck you, and then let you sleep, and then in the morning I'll fuck you again. To make sure it takes, obviously," Jungkook explains, sitting on Namjoon's naked thighs and smiling down at him.
Namjoon's throat works, swallowing, his eyes darting down to Jungkook’s shorts, his narrow waist that Jungkook lifts his shirt to show off, then back up to his face. He goes so red sometimes.
"Yeah sure, sure yeah ok alright, alright, alright," Namjoon nods.
"You're cute when you're tired," Jungkook giggles, flopping over next to Namjoon. His tail won't stop wiggling and he has to fight not to grind his teeth and pur. He hasn't put his retainer in.
"And you're hot when you're being possessive," Namjoon sighs. "Will you make breakfast in the morning if we do this? I ate on the plane, but I want breakfast in bed. Going to the states always makes me want hotteok. Better than pancakes."
For all the gender norms and toxic masculinity Namjoon is fighting in his romance novels, even his regular novels, he still likes it when his own boyfriend gets jealous of people talking too long with Namjoon. Jungkook worked for this happy ending! No one is taking his man! Jungkook will cook and clean and provide for his objectively more successful boyfriend as long as he still gets to be called baby and fucked stupid on the weekends.
"Yeah, just brown sugar?"
"Please?"
"Sure. Gotta keep you happy and healthy. For the baby," Jungkook snickers and Namjoon snorts, rolling to his side.
He feels tired even just in his body language, mostly dead weight when he rests an arm over Jungkook’s still clothed body. Despite that his cock is starting to chub up, interested in what Jungkook is offering. It still gives Jungkook a little pause, his horny brain taking a brief backseat.
"But for real you're good? I can do all the work, promise," Jungkook nuzzles against Namjoon’s throat, pressing closer underneath that heavy arm now curled around his back.
"If you're good with not doing it doggy, then yeah. Too tired to stay up on my knees."
"We can do it on your belly, you sleep good that way anyway," Jungkook agrees, leaning closer to suck bruises into Namjoon’s throat. He wants everyone to know he's taken. This is Jungkook’s perfect man, everyone else can get their own.
"That works. Go get a towel please, I’ll shower real quick. I smell like an airport," Namjoon agrees, sighing and dragging himself into the bathroom. He doesn’t even bother to close the door, Jungkook standing in the doorway to watch him lather up before Namjoon shoos him off.
Jungkook reluctantly leaves, hurrying to gather a couple towels and their lube while Namjoon finishes cleaning up. He left the lube in the bathroom from the last time he used it fucking a dildo in the shower. The tile walls hold the suction cup better than their headboard does. He found it out by trail and error after pulling a dick off the headboard mid fuck. Nothing ruins a mood more. He has to pause, briefly, to lean into the shower stall and offer to help Namjoon when he catches him washing his dick. Back in their bedroom he strips out of his own clothes and sets up. It’s not much, just piling up a few pillows covered in a towel, laying Namjoon over them when he wanders out only barely dry, hips raised up and legs spread.
There’s some rearranging, getting him at the right height, adjusting his dick so it’s tucked back between his legs instead of up pressed against his hips and the towel. It gives Jungkook enough room to mouth at him, get his dick a little more interested.
When he settles Jungkook crawls back up to sit beside him, greedily sucking more bruises into his tailbone until Namjoon tugs on one of his long ears to get him to focus.
"Baby?"
"Sorry, you're just so yummy and I've been thinking about you since your interview. I might need to come a couple times, you just get me so hot when you're being smart and worldly on TV," Jungkook sighs, massaging Namjoon’s lower back. "I'll head to the bathroom after you finish, ok? I know you're sleepy."
Namjoon hums, looking so content on his belly, ass up and ready to get gently put into the mattress. Or roughly, either way. Jungkook just wanted to fuck him so full.
"You can use me, baby. I may just fall asleep while you do and that's fine. I'm tired, but I know you sleep better when you can finish off with me instead of by yourself. And you know I like it when you get a little reckless."
Namjoon knows him just as well as Jungkook knows Namjoon. He knows Namjoon travels easier when he gets his dick sucked just before leaving. Their own little way of saying “I love you.” They were still constantly horny for each other years after getting together, sue them. Maybe the honeymoon stage would never end or maybe it would whenever one of them finally got arthritis. It was an exciting thought to think regardless because even boring vanilla scheduled on a shared calendar missionary sex sounded great.
Everything sounded great when it was with Namjoon.
"Gonna pump you so full hyung, gonna breed you. I'll be so good," Jungkook rumbles, thrilled beyond making sense anymore.
"Good boy, hyung would be so happy with your baby," Namjoon answers back and Jungkook bites where the curve of one small ass cheek meets Namjoon’s thick thighs. His man may not have had much of an ass, but he had the best legs Jungkook had ever seen. "Am I doing it right? The talking you want?"
"Yeah, yeah, just want you round with a baby, marked up with me inside you," Jungkook groans, leaving several more sucking kisses before grabbing the lube and finally working Namjoon open.
"Can you put on music baby? For the noise?" Namjoon mumbles, looking over his shoulder just as Jungkook’s wet fingers start to massage around his clenching hole.
Ah, right, he doesn't like the wet sucking noises they get when Jungkook starts fucking him after coming inside him once or twice. Maybe at first he was going to do one and done, but he's running too hot, it's going to be a long night in Namjoon’s hole.
"Requests? You're definitely going to fall asleep before I'm done tonight. I promise to ask first in the morning, in case you're too sore. But you gave me permission and now I wanna use you," Jungkook manages to lean up, blanketing Namjoon’s arched back with his body to reach his phone on the side table while still sliding one finger inside to the first knuckle. Just a little tease.
"Just something easy. Lofi maybe? No, no I work to lofi, piano?"
"I can do piano."
"I like when you use me," Namjoon mumbles, a quiet omission he rarely gives.
Usually it's Jungkook who likes to get surprised, to have his shorts pulled down in the middle of doing laundry or reading or playing video games, always an open hole for his hyung in the privacy of their apartment. Sometimes their friend's apartments depending on who it was. Maybe it's weird to be open enough to let your friends watch you have sex sometimes, but it’s been working out for them for over a decade so none of them are really willing to question it.
Maybe Namjoon needed a turn being a hole sometimes.
They debate the playlists he finds back and forth while Jungkook continues to slowly figure fuck Namjoon open. By the time Namjoon is panting into the pillow under his cheek and they've decided on music they both like, Junkook has fit three fingers inside Namjoon’s tight heat. He's still trying to wiggle in a fourth, just for fun. Jungkook has a nice dick but it isn't a monster like what Namjoon carries around. He still likes to loosen Namjoon up, just for safety. It isn't the size, it's the frequency. Jungkook is a bunny, his long silky ears dragging over Namjoon’s back like a reminder while he kisses every notch of his spine, so when he really gets going he fucks for a while.
Everyone had stereotypes, human and hybrid alike. Busan men were manly, cat hybrids were lazy, and bunny hybrids could fuck for hours. They weren't always true, obviously, but some things had a nugget of truth in them, and while Jungkook couldn't go for hours he could at least go long enough to ruin Namjoon for other men. When they'd finally hooked up, after that first night when Jungkook cried and they held hands and whispered a hundred different I love you's to each other, that second night had proven it. It had been weeks into dating, when they were finally trying to learn what each other liked, Jungkook had gotten a little too hot after finding out Namjoon liked to bottom. Fucking Namjoon across every hard surface in his apartment until Namjoon was left panting, sweaty, and so fucked out Jungkook called out of work to take care of him hadn’t been the plan, but it was definitely a touchstone moment in their relationship. You have to make sacrifices when you leave your boyfriend dripping in your own come and ruined for another dick.
You also have to call out because after one earth shattering performance your boyfriend demands an encore, and a second, and then you both get a little wild and crazy with your toy drawer.
"Can I put it in hyung?" Jungkook finally asks, grinning.
"Please," Namjoon slurs, mouth clumsy with arousal and maybe sleep. "I'm ready."
"Ready for what hyung?" Jungkook teases, pulling his fingers out and making sure Namjoon’s hips are comfortable. He expects some mumbled request for dick, some embarrassed little admittance that maybe big dick Namjoon likes to be the one getting fucked too.
"For the baby, come on, if you breed well enough we could have a spring baby," The look in Namjoon’s eye over his shoulder is smoldering, it lights a bonfire in Jungkook’s belly. "Come on daddy."
Jungkook chokes, bursting with laughter so loud he has to stop and sit down on his heels, eyes scrunched up and wheezing. Even his ears are perked up tall in surprise. Namjoon is smiling at him over his shoulder, cheek pillowed on his crossed forearms when he can finally blink the tears out of his eyes.
He looks so fucking pleased with himself.
"Fuck, please don't call me that," Jungkook giggles.
"Awe, but you want a baby in me so bad, you'd be a daddy," Namjoon rumbles. What a tease.
"Hyung," Jungkook whines, crawling over Namjoon to get closer to his face, pouting. "Come on, I'm trying to be sexy here."
"You're always sexy, baby," Namjoon says, tapping one finger to his own lips.
It's not a hardship to give him the kiss he's asking for, all gentle and soft.
"Can I fuck you now?" Jungkook asks while their lips still touch. His tail is aggressively wiggling, betraying how cool he's trying to be, he's just so desperate to fuck his guy.
"Yeah, go ahead sweetheart, I'm all empty."
"Can't have that."
One more kiss, then one more, and Jungkook crawls back to sit between Namjoon’s spread knees. He takes his time to stroke lube over his dick, admiring his work, Namjoon’s hole shiny and clenching, begging to be filled over and over again. Almost a shame to see Namjoon’s dick big and full, tucked down over the pillows he's propped up on and already leaking, but not get to use it. Jungkook thinks about it, for just a couple seconds, about riding Namjoon’s dick and then fucking him stupid, but only for a couple seconds. He's on a mission tonight: put a baby in Namjoon.
In his fist his own dick drools at the thought.
"And I can go until I'm done, right hyung? You don't want me to stop if you fall asleep?" Jungkook nudges himself forward, letting the tip kiss up behind Namjoon’s heavy balls.
"Yeah baby, I don't mind. You can use my body all night if you need to. Trust me I'll let you know if I'm done. I've woken up to pause you before," Namjoon nods, angling his hips to try and push Jungkook’s dick inside.
They do this more often than most, fucking each other while they're asleep. They're both probably more into being free-use for the other than they might admit given how horny they both always are, and getting fucked while asleep is included in that. Namjoon has woken up mid fuck to ask Jungkook to politely wait a couple hours so he could finish his nap. He woke up afterwards, stretched, sucked Jungkook’s soul out of his dick, then went to work in his office looking like a million dollars.
So Jungkook smiles, trusting his boyfriend to know exactly what he wants, and slides his dick in to the root.
Namjoon sighs, deep and content. They shift a little, getting Namjoon comfortable and at the right angle.
"Comfy?"
"One second," Namjoon mumbles, shifting the way he's holding a pillow to better rest his neck. "Alright, fuck me, please. My dick is so hard it hurts."
Jungkook whines in sympathy, his own dick throbbing in Namjoon’s tight little asshole, so hot it feels like melting. How could a guy this big have the tightest little asshole Jungkook has ever had the pleasure of fucking? His first few thrusts are slow, deep, finding his footing as he gets his knees anchored, just enjoying the way Namjoon seems to try sucking him back in every time he pulls all the way back to just the tip nestled inside. Pretty quickly he increases the pace, starting to chase his first orgasm.
There would be several before he was done with Namjoon.
The first orgasm is always the quickest for Jungkook, his whole body shaking with it when it hits him like lightning, tears forming along his lashline as he grinds his hips. Barely any time at all, but Namjoon still hums, pleased.
"Ok?" Namjoon mumbles, flushed but still glancing back, checking in.
"Yeah, I just missed you a lot, sorry. I don't like when we have to travel," Jungkook complains, nodding and pulling his dick all the way out with a pop. He turns the music up just a little bit, moves his phone closer to Namjoon so he doesn’t have to listen to the slick noise. "Still ok?"
"Great. Fuck me please," Namjoon nods, eyes sliding closed.
Who was the pillow princess now?
"Think your tits would get bigger after I knock you up?" Jungkook asks, pushing his dick back in, picking back up the same rhythm.
"I'm not rolling over," Namjoon rumbles back, gasping when Jungkook hits him just right.
Maybe it was too much to hope for, but it was worth a shot. Jungkook sighs, angling his hips down to thrust directly over Namjoon’s prostate, fucking into it even easier when he gets up into a slight crouch. With the edge taken off he goes longer, anchoring both hands on Namjoon’s hips and pressing him down on the pillows beneath him. He whines and moans, eyes closed and mouth open, a wet dream beneath Jungkook. He even smells fucking incredible.
Normally Namjoon smells more like his own cologne or soaps, woodsy and like vanilla or bergamot, but underneath he's all Namjoon. Jungkook’s brain wants to translate it to green, but that doesn't make a lot of sense. But not much about people's specific scents does. Yoongi smells like honey and Seokjin smells like candy. Taehyung smells like what winter feels like and Jimin is maybe a flower or maybe a peach. Hoseok smells clean and that's the best explanation Jungkook can get. And while getting fucked Namjoon blooms bright emerald, which he has tried to walk Namjoon through, like nature or summer but not quite either of them or something more specific. None of it makes much sense and better hybrids online have explained it to more success but Namjoon always smiles when Jungkook, out of nowhere, mentions he smells brighter, happier, like seafoam instead of sage.
Jungkook leans down, pressing his nose into the back of Namjoon’s neck to take him in. He holds himself up on his hands and knees, fucking down into Namjoon’s eager hole. He always clenches up so tight when he's close to coming and it's already like trying to fuck into a vice.
"You gonna come before you fall asleep on my dick yeobo?"
"Yeah, yeah gonna-" Namjoon nods, just enough to see, his whole body limp beneath Jungkook, like he's barely holding on to being awake. Just holding out to come.
Jungkook gets back up on knees and presses himself deep and stays there, just grinding his hips in tight circles to churn up Namjoon’s inside. Just until Namjoon is whining and starting to shift, then he gives in, reaches around his own dick, and strokes Namjoon’s leaking cock. The angle is weird, and he can't get his wrist going just right, but Namjoon still moans and jolts, coming into the towel beneath him.
The clenching of his hole while Jungkook starts fucking into him again is enough to start his own second orgasm, a deep sigh bursting out of him. He doesn't take the same break between, his dick still hard and throbbing.
"Baby," Namjoon mumbles, barely audible.
"It's ok hyung, I have you, sleep if you need to. I'll take care of you."
A quiet hum, his eyes finally opening again, just barely, glancing over his shoulder at Jungkook still mounting him.
"Love you," Namjoon says, quiet, mouth barely moving.
Jungkook bites his lip, ears flopping down, embarrassed, and Namjoon grins. His dimples are still cratered into his cheeks when he turns his head back into his pillow, comfortable.
“Not too much?” Jungkook asks, one last check in.
“Perfect,” Namjoon murmurs, barely gets the word out.
Jungkook focuses back down on watching his own cock fucking in and out of Namjoon’s stretched open rim, concentrating on how his body clings to Jungkook’s on every pull out. He pulls his dick completely out periodically, just to see the obscene pop and feel how Namjoon tightens up but then gives in to let him back in when the tip kisses his furled hole. Come is starting to leak out of him as he's fucked, the wet noise of it drowned out by the gentle piano still sitting close to Namjoon. Jungkook’s hearing is too good, he still hears it, and it’s obscene, the constant wet sucking sound as Namjoon gets even wetter the more Jungkook leaks into him.
By his third orgasm Namjoon’s moans have quieted down, his hips no longer clumsily trying to rock back and meet him, his dick still soft after his own orgasm, and when Jungkook looks back up he's asleep. His breathing has evened out, deep and content while Jungkook continues to fuck him. Even going hard and deep he doesn't stir, a little hiccup of a moan when Jungkook manages to slide into his prostate again the only signs of still knowing he’s being fucked, somewhere deep in his dreaming.
He stays like that, sleeping soundly while Jungkook continues to fuck him, completely trusting in his favorite bunny to take care of him. To know how to treat him in sleep. Jungkook cries while he comes again, always so easy to get choked full of emotion. Tears slide down his cheeks as keeps fucking, hips snapping up against Namjoon’s ass, lips dragging over his sweaty spine, pushing him deeper into the pillows keeping his hips up. Over and over it feels like as soon as he stops coming his balls are already tightening up again with another load. He has to pull back briefly, his dick dripping wet and Namjoon’s hole starting to get puffy and drooling Jungkook’s come.
Despite how long he can go, dick still hard and ready, his legs need a stretch and he takes the couple minutes he needs to get down closer to Namjoon’s groin, suckling on the soft head of his dick, smiling when it drools over his tongue. Even while sleeping he was interested in Jungkook’s mouth.
Jungkook giggles, kissing his way back up Namjoon’s body to mount him again, to get right back to where he left off.
"Love you hyung, love you so much," Jungkook moans, mouth hanging open to pant into the small of Namjoon’s back as he shivers through another orgasm several minutes later. More come is pumped as deep as he can get into Namjoon, his brain begging to roll him over, to see him get big and round with it. He knows it isn't that serious, doesn't want to wake Namjoon up either, so he just keeps fucking to get it out of his system. He lets his brain do the unhinged mental gymnastics of pretending Namjoon really would get knocked up, marked in a permanent way by Jungkook’s dick. He'd stake a real claim in him, claim him in the most base and animal way he can.
Is this what all the weird werewolf porn he reads mean when they say someone is in heat? Maybe he’s in heat, sure that’s not a thing and Jungkook has never had one before, but maybe he is right now while fucking Namjoon so many times he’s bound to get knocked up.
"Gonna get you pregnant, promise. I'll do so well, take such good care of you and the baby," he babbles, quiet so as not to wake his lover. It was a long flight and Namjoon looked so tired, he had such a long trip. He deserves to sleep and be taken care of the whole time.
It has to be over an hour since Namjoon even fell asleep, his groin dripping in his own come he's been fucking in and out of Namjoon, thighs slick, strings of it keeping them connected even on the back stroke, when he finally finishes. The last orgasm is the hardest, like his whole body narrows down to his dick shooting his last load into his already overflowing boyfriend. His voice cracks on a high moan and he stills, afraid he's been too loud.
Looking up he snorts. A bus could hit the apartment and Namjoon would probably sleep through it, flushed and sweaty, but asleep.
Namjoon snuffles in his sleep, Jungkook panting and grinning, dick finally starting to go soft. He has to be careful now, he knows what's coming, they've done this before. Normally Namjoon is awake the whole time, crying and begging while Jungkook fills him over and over. Now that he's asleep it would be a shame to let him miss it. Jungkook’s phone is still in reach, still playing soft piano, and he grabs it without jostling Namjoon, turning the camera on as soon as he has the shot lined up to show the wet sticky mess he's made of his boyfriend. His free hand pulls one of Namjoon’s cheeks over to get a really good look at his puffy hole still gripping Jungkook’s slowly flagging dick. He pulls out, moaning softly when the head pops out and with it follows a thick gush of come, all of it drooling out of Namjoon.
"Definitely pregnant. But I better try again, to be sure," Jungkook mumbles, just loud enough for his phone to pick up. He plays it up a little, sticks his fingers back into Namjoon just to get covered in come and drag down Namjoon’s dick.
Sometime during his fucking Namjoom got fully hard again and it would be so mean to leave him hard in his sleep. Using his own come to ease the glide he strokes Namjoon while filming it, recording when he comes. Nothing but a deep, content, huff of air, his body still heavy with sleep. Jungkook makes sure to tilt the camera up, to show the full extent of his mess and that Namjoon has been asleep the whole time. He rubs his hand over the head of Namjoon’s dick, collecting his come and fucking it into his own hole a little, just until he feels his own dick try to jump, before he finally stops recording.
He has to clean him up. He could go again but even Jungkook has limits.
Gently crawling out of bed he pads into the bathroom to wash the mess off his own hands and groin; it's a bit of a disaster. Even a trip to the kitchen sounds like too much time away from Namjoon so he drinks a few handfuls of water directly from the tap. He grabs a few towels and washes off a plug for Namjoon after fishing one out of the basket of rarely used toys kept under the bathroom sink. It hadn't been in the plan to leave him plugged full of Jungkook all night but really only a shower is going to clean that out so the plug will at least keep him from leaking all night.
He walks back to the bedroom, smiling at his sleeping boyfriend, and gently pushes the plug in, just a simple silicone one, not the curved metal piece that Jungkook prefers, then gets to work. He's running a cloth up the backs of Namjoon’s thighs when he notices the light of a message blip on his phone. Might as well multitask.
"Did Namjoon make it home alright?"
It's Yoongi, his and Namjoon’s mutual hyung. He and Jungkook took a photography workshop together one weekend several years ago and made fast friends. He actually introduced Namjoon to him.
"Yeah, all tired out. He's sleeping."
"Did his flight get delayed?"
"No, he got home a couple hours ago. I've had him occupied. Had to get him pregnant."
"Ah, so Hobi was telling the truth."
"Yeah :)"
Jungkook smiles down at his phone then down at Namjoon as he slowly cleans up his mess, being as thorough as he can with damp hand towels instead of an actual shower.
"Well did it take?"
Jungkook stares down at his phone and huffs a laugh, ears wiggling. Yoongi understood him so well. He sends the video he took of the aftermath before going back to cleaning Namjoon up.
Namjoon is cleaned up and mostly dry and Jungkook is gently rolling him onto his side to pull away the soiled towel and the pillows when Yoongi responds. It’s really hard to control his laughter when he sees Yoongi isn’t the one who’s responding, it’s Seokjin. Jungkook knows this because he’s got an image of Seokjin giving the camera a model worthy smile while barely in frame Yoongi’s head is in his lap, obviously sucking dick.
“Thanks, congratulations on your new brood. Tell Namjoon I said welcome home and we’d like to have lunch when you two are done fucking.”
He also sends several kissing emojis because Namjoon is Seokjin’s favorite despite how much Yoongi pouts about having to be the favorite because they’re dating.
Namjoon murmurs in his sleep, stretching and settling again when Jungkook sets a hand on his chest, soothing him. The apartment is starting to get cold now that they aren’t stuck together and Jungkook doesn’t want him catching a chill. Now that they aren’t fucking and his phone isn’t playing anything he can finally hear the rain pattering against the windows. He shoots back his own collection of emojis before setting his phone back on the charger to forget about until tomorrow. Maybe the day after depending on how their morning ends up going. If Jungkook has his way he’s going to be spending some quality time with Namjoon’s asshole and then after a breakfast break, his dick just to make sure it feels included.
Until then he tosses the pillow cases and the towel, shoves new covers on the pillows and puts on his retainer before quickly cuddling up with Namjoon, teeth grinding in an almost pur when Namjoon pulls him closer in his sleep.
He always sleeps so easily when Namjoon is there to hold him, even more so when he finally lets himself feel as fucked out as he really is. Sleep finds him immediately and with a vengeance. They both sleep in till almost noon.
“Baby,” Namjoon groans, stretching around Jungkook’s body.
“Nnff?” Jungkook replies, intelligent as always while barely awake.
“Baby get up. It’s late,” Namjoon complains. He’s always been an early morning kind of guy.
“Don’ wanna. Comfy,” Jungkook whines.
“Baby I’m getting up to get a shower,” a statement, not a suggestion, “and once I’m clean you better have hotteok started so I can eat one before you try this breeding thing again.”
One tall rabbit ear goes straight up, suddenly alert, his tail wiggling beneath the blankets.
“You’ll let me?”
“Yeah, gotta get it out of your system, told you I would. Besides, I missed you. I’d like to be awake when you fuck me this time and we have like four days before I have to start actually working again to meet new draft dealines,” Namjoon says through a yawn, dragging himself up to sit, quickly frowning. “Did you put a plug in me?”
“So you wouldn’t leak,” Jungkook quips, grinning up at him.
“You’re horrible, but I guess thank you. I needed sleep more than a bath,” Namjoon sighs, looking amused and fond as he slides out of bed. His back pops when he stretches again before walking down the hall. “I mean it about the hotteok!”
Jungkook is quick to hop to it. They aren’t quite done when Namjoon gets back, but it’s close enough. Namjoon still lets him have a round two, after all, Jungkook didn’t put a baby in Namjoon the first time so maybe the second time was the charm.