Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/9213674. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V Character: Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Park_Jimin_ (BTS) Additional Tags: future_Taekook, Daddy_Kink, Hyung_Kink, Everybody_Loves_Jungkook, Shoplifting, Rich_Taehyung, everybody's_kinda_loaded, dirty_talking, usage_of_bad_language, taehyung_as_Namjoon's_half_brother, yeah_shameless smut, Top_Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Bottom_Jeon_Jungkook, Rich_Kim Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Sugar_Daddy_Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, little_plot much_smut Stats: Published: 2017-01-05 Updated: 2017-02-04 Chapters: 3/? Words: 8612 ****** Be Mean ****** by Akroma Summary College boy Jungkook just wants some thrill in his little mundane life, where he conveniently meets Namjoon one fine spring day. ***** Namjoon ***** September 2016   "Daddy..." Jungkook's voice quivered in frustration as Namjoon has two fingers slipped past his rim, wriggling inside him teasingly. He would pump them dangerously close to Jungkook's prostate, but never allowing the gratification the younger so desperately needs while his other hand was strategically placed on Jungkook's back, pushing Jungkook into the mattress.    Jungkook would give an experimental push of his hips, searching for any contact with Namjoon's digits because all he wanted at that moment was more and more and Namjoon just wouldn't let. "Stay down, baby." Namjoon growled into Jungkook's ear, breath hot and moist, voice commanding. Just like how Jungkook likes it.    Namjoon continues his ministrations, now adding in a third finger but much to Jungkook's dismay Namjoon just wouldn't rub them against his sweet spot. That selfish bastard basks in pure unadulterated happiness as he watches Jungkook squirm in frustration, taking pride in how he was the one who has gotten Jungkook this riled up and no one else. Jungkook also bitterly realised how Namjoon was low-key asking for the younger one to beg for it but just like how Namjoon has chosen not to indulge him tonight, Jungkook has refused to do it too.    "Fucking bastard, just fuck me already!" Jungkook hissed into the mattress as Namjoon's other hand has moved up to press his head against it, fingers tugging at his hair painfully but at the same time pushing the younger one down. Jungkook could only give Namjoon a sideway poisonous glare or what he hoped to be so, seeing as half of his face was hidden. "You like looking at me being helpless huh? Fucking enjoying how I'm looking, Namjoon?"   "Yeah, baby. Fucking love it." Namjoon's grin looked menacing with the help of the dim lighting, his figure enveloping Jungkook's in darkness.   "If you like it, then fucking fuck me daddy." Jungkook spit out his words childishly, teeth biting into his bottom lip in irritation as impatience slides its way into his spine as per usual.    "Not with that language, baby." Namjoon chuckled lowly, fingers now somewhat grazing against Jungkook's prostate with the result of Jungkook jerking at the pleasurable sensation. Jungkook moaned helplessly as he shut his eyes, finally enjoying his well-deserved pleasure after that torturous teasing from Namjoon. "More please." He breathes out, eyes squeezed tight as he concentrates on Namjoon's now rhythmic massage into his prostate that is slowly reducing him to a writhing, shameful mess that he is. All for Namjoon's taking.   "What is it that you want baby?" Namjoon asked as he sucks a hickey at his neck, reveling at how how it blooms on Jungkook's pale skin among others, a sense of satisfaction filling the air when he does so. Coincidentally, it reminded Namjoon of the time he first met Jungkook, when spring was in full bloom during the start of Jungkook's first semester in university. How romantic.   Against his better judgment, Jungkook's eyes begin to water when pain blooms on the surface of his skin as Namjoon nips harshly at his hickeys, marking his way into Jungkook. The sensation is strangely exhilarating for Jungkook as he feels his hardness against his abdomen, and Namjoon's massaging hasn't been doing much help to end his frustrations. He feels absolutely desperate and dirty as precome leaks from the tip of his hot flushing cock, and with Namjoon pinning him down there is nothing he could do to help himself.   "Please, please daddy! Fill me up with your hot throbbing cock and fuck me senseless. God, I need you in me daddy, please I'm begging you daddy." Jungkook babbles on, begging Namjoon like the slut that he is for him to bloody fill him up because even with three fingers inside he feels so empty and hollow. He needs more and more and only Namjoon could satiate his lust like the cockslut that he is. His cheeks are flushed as he feels absolutely flustered, eyes still watering up and at this point it was probably because he needs Namjoon in him so much and Jungkook did not care how shameless he looked under the older man.   Something carnal stirs itself within Namjoon, and Jungkook watches in arrogance as he sees how Namjoon's gaze has darkened considerably as he looks at Jungkook, eyes leaving hot trails on his skin and Jungkook could almost feel himself burning up under Namjoon's predatory eyes. "You do know that instead of watching you could just simply, say, I don't know daddy. Shove it in perhaps?" Jungkook asked teasingly as he runs his tongue from his plush lips to the corner of his mouth, internally urging Namjoon to just get on with it and even ravage him for all he may care. Jungkook's young and wild, and he couldn't care much what Namjoon would do to him. He never cares.   After a tense pause, Namjoon slides his fingers out of Jungkook's ass, wiping the lubricant that slides out with his digits on Jungkook's body as he turns Jungkook around to fully enjoy Jungkook's flushed out face. Jungkook whined as his ass clenched around nothingness, all the more desperate for Namjoon yet again. "I want you to look at me while we fuck. Can you do that for daddy?" Already, Namjoon is lifting and folding Jungkook's legs up from the mattress, spreading his cheeks wide open for him. Jungkook's erection is displayed against his abdomen, weeping for friction and attention. All beautiful for Namjoon to see and touch.   With his free hand, Namjoon takes both of Jungkook's arms and holds them above Jungkook's head, always the one holding the control over the other. If Namjoon wants Jungkook to take him in like his little good boy, then hemakes sure Jungkook does it. If Namjoon wants Jungkook to struggle against him, then Namjoon allows Jungkook to do so. Everything always falls under Namjoon's heavy control.   "Stay that way and take daddy in. You're not allowed to come until daddy says so Jungkook." Namjoon commands him as he lines himself to Jungkook's needy hole, pushing into Jungkook with the help of only the little amount of lubrication that Namjoon used earlier when he was fingering the other. Jungkook feels himself filled to the brim as Namjoon continuously pushes in, ignoring the painful burn as the other stretches Jungkook's walls stubbornly. Jungkook shudders as he feels Namjoon in him, pain and pleasure mixing themselves into this delicious sinful feeling that Jungkook constantly craves for, something that he has learned to depend on to survive. "Daddy's so big." Jungkook lets out the breath that he has been holding in since Namjoon pushed into him seconds ago, taking in deep breaths as he tries to adjust to Namjoon's girth.    Namjoon however, didn't allow Jungkook to even fully adjust to him before pulling back and slamming against the other, fingernails digging into Jungkook's hickeys on full display. Jungkook gasps for air in surprise as fingernails digs into his throat, unwillingly letting out a loud moan when Namjoon slams against his sweet spot roughly while he struggles slightly to catch up. Struggles for air. "That's it baby. Take daddy in just like the greedy slut you are." Namjoon speaks, voice deeper than usual as he watches Jungkook swim in delirious confusion and pleasure, pupils blown wide as he stares into Namjoon, obeying the other just like how Namjoon has instructed him earlier.    Jungkook's walls clenches around Namjoon in pleasure as Namjoon builds up a harsh rhythm, aggressively pushing into Jungkook and pulling back to just vigorously slam into the younger one. Namjoon could feel the familiar coil inside his belly as Jungkook's dirty moans fill the room, looking vulnerable and teary-eyed as Namjoon works his way into the other. He quickens up his pace, chasing for his release as a new sense of desperation engulfs his senses. Jungkook looks absolutely wrecked under Namjoon, feeling small and unconditionally dominated by the other as Namjoon has his way with him. Jungkook likes how his senses are filled with everything that is Namjoon, relishing in that feeling of hopelessness that circles around him where his thoughts are all shut off and the only thing he could think of is his precious daddy.    "Da-daddy... please. I-I need to.." Jungkook trails off only to let out a lovely sob as his eyes pleads at Namjoon, because he could feel himself coming undone soon even when his daddy specifically told him not to without his permission. His wrists struggles against Namjoon's weight, the urge to touch himself overtaking his senses because Namjoon just wouldn't touch him even when he's a hot mess under Namjoon. The older one has too much of a self- control much to Jungkook's dismay.    "I'm not going to last any much longer either, baby. You're so tight for me." Namjoon breathes shakily into Jungkook's ear, hand tightening its grip on Jungkook's wrists and the younger one could only whine in protest while Namjoon's hips moves at an erratic pace. At this stage, Jungkook's insides are practically breaking apart when Namjoon's other hand finally stops pushing at his throat so he could finally breathe as much as he could, having at least a little of control over himself. Jungkook arches against Namjoon searching for any friction, at the same time allowing the other to have a better access inside him and he finally comes undone, sounds of pleasure tumbling out from his cherry lips for Namjoon.    "Oh you're taking me in so well baby. So fucking well and fucking tight and hot, Jungkook." Jungkook's insides clenches around Namjoon even more, squeezing the other's dick and Namjoon is mumbling something else but he couldn't hear because his senses are so overloaded with pleasure. Namjoon is soon chasing after his own release, spurting come into Jungkook as he rocks into the other, finally filling Jungkook up that he so desperately wants. After a few moments, Namjoon pulls out and collapses into the other, where Jungkook could feel come spilling out of his ass, trailing to his thighs and everywhere below but he could care less.    He feels the familiar fatigue washing over him, the comfort of the mattress lulling him to sleep but he relents because he needs to go. Jungkook didn't want to overstay his welcome. As much as he likes pushing boundaries, this is something he didn't want to cross into. "I'll clean you up." Namjoon offers, and dutifully does so while the younger one watches over Namjoon wiping him clean, head cocked to the side as he enjoys his view.   "Thanks daddy." Jungkook flutters his eyelashes at the other, enjoying the attention that Namjoon provides him even though everything is just a contract. "I'll get going soon." He sighs as he stands up, wincing slightly as pain shoots into him but he chooses to ignore it as he throws on his clothes. As reckless as he could be, he never would overstay his welcome because it would have consequences. Consequences which he couldn't be bothered to deal with. "Need me to send you back home? It's pretty late." As usual, Namjoon offers but Jungkook would decline because their time's over. For now.   "I can definitely get a cab with this, Joonie hyung." Jungkook smirks at the other as he waves the envelope sitting on the bedside table at Namjoon, the elder one chuckling lightly at him. "Thanks by the way." And with that, Jungkook was gone from Namjoon's place.    The envelope sits somewhat heavily in his hands, and Jungkook gave into his curiousity as he closed Namjoon's apartment door behind him. Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise as he opens the white envelope, inside was a total of five grand and Namjoon has never given him that much before. Jungkook smirked as he concluded that it must have been the guilt eating away at Namjoon, seeing as the other has been sleeping with someone younger by six years than him. Someone who's freshly into the age of 18, so young and innocent but corrupted by none other than Kim Namjoon himself. All the more for Jungkook to take pride in.   As he walks into the chilly air outside, he plucks out his phone and calls his one and only best friend, Jimin and asks him to pick the him up because Jungkook hates taking the cab. Other means of public transportation also doesn't sit well with him because why take the public transportation when you have a fucking car? "Why didn't you drive in the first place Jungkookie?" Jimin would ask him and Jungkook would reply with the usual "Because of certain circumstances, hyung. So please, come and get me because it's cold out here." and Jimin always obliges.    Jungkook sits at the sidewalk as he reads through the messages that he missed out during his time with Namjoon earlier, humming a tune to fill the air of silence around him. His thumb slides over his iPhone, a gift from none other than Namjoon himself, the first one he has ever received from the other months ago when he first met Namjoon in spring.   Jungkook would describe their meeting as something oddly exhilarating because things could have gone wrong in so many ways but they didn't. Jungkook however, is absolutely glad at how things had turned out because if it weren't for Namjoon life would not have turned out to be so interesting.   His phone pings, and he smiles at the message from Namjoon: Meet me this Wed? After your class.   Sure. And he delightfully presses the reply button. ***** Namjoon ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes September_2016   Jungkook squirms uneasily in his seat as his professor peers over his shoulder, fingers twitching around his pen in mild irritation as he tries to pry his concentration away from the looming shadow over him, concentrating instead on the papers in his hands. Much to his embarrassment, his professor runs his hand over to his shoulder and gives an innocent squeeze of encouragement, continuing on to ruffle the younger's hair under the watchful eyes of 200 over students in the lecture hall. He hears a few snickers echoing in the otherwise silent hall, and all he could do was stay pliant under his professor's touch.    "You have your papers back," his professor drawls on, looking disinterestedly at the rest of his students with his hand still ruffling the younger's fluffy hair. Someone leaned over and whispered teacher's petmuch to Jungkook's annoyance, and he could only glare at his classmate in reply. Unfortunately, being the youngest in the class who constantly outperforms everyone else has more cons that its perks. Home schooling in Busan didn't prepare Jungkook to deal with the stupidity of the majority, including his professor. Why couldn't the old quack take a hint and lay off him?   "Once again, Jeon Jungkook here leads the pack. Very good job you've done there Jungkook, I'm very proud of your work this time around." His professor turns his head away from the class to grace Jungkook a smile that practically spills of his infinite adoration for the other, making Jungkook want to shrink into his seat even more but instead he forces a smile at the other as a polite gesture.     "Meanwhile, the rest of you lot here should at least try to show your potentials because I haven't seen any, apart from Jungkook's. And if you think you've tried, then try harder and learn to work smarter." His professor finally takes his presence away from Jungkook, walking over to the front of the class, only to turn back and let his eyes stray over to his favorite student from time to time.     "Look through the comments which I've written down on your papers and think of what I've said earlier. Thank you, and class dismissed." Immediately, Jungkook shoves his things into his bag and makes a beeline towards the exit in order to avoid any further embarrassment. With hundreds of students shuffling to get out at the same time however, wasn't easy for him and a figure from the side shoves at him, a loud whisper calling him the professor's little bitch. It earned a few giggles across the room and the next thing Jungkook knew was Jimin pulling him through the crowd, telling others to shut the fuck up you jealous dipshits and another voice replied asking why because apparently it's not rocket science that he's a cheating fag.    It took them a few moments to step out from the lecture hall. "Jungkookie," Jimin starts but was cut off when Jungkook tugged his arm away, saying not nowand walked off hurriedly, head cast downwards because of the stares. Jungkook plucks out his phone, teeth biting at his lower lip anxiously as he calls Namjoon because they were supposed to meet today and also because he needed the other.    "Hey, my class ended Joonie hyung." Jungkook couldn't stop the shaking in his hand as he pulls the phone close to his ear.   "I'm at the left corner outside your uni, Jungkook." Namjoon's firm voice flows through, to which Jungkook nodded his head in reply even though Namjoon wouldn't even be able to see him and a strange sense of calmness settles upon him. It was oddly gratifying. A striking matte black lamborghini sits next to the sidewalk, and Jungkook slides into the passenger seat gracefully as Namjoon opens the door for him. "Hello daddy." Jungkook smiles at the other, eyes crinkling at the corners as Namjoon runs his fingers over Jungkook's pale cheeks fondly.    Jungkook looks around curiously as Namjoon starts the engine, admiring the beautiful interior of the car under the gentle sunlight. From the outside however, everything was hidden from prying eyes, courtesy to the special film on the windows and other glass panels. His eyes eventually wandered off to Namjoon's figure, where his head was turned in a way that is just right, showing off his strong jawline as he reverses the vehicle out and it was quite a picturesque moment. Jungkook was internally fanning himself over it. Meeting Namjoon has always been somewhat exhilarating when he needs a shelter from reality.   "Where are we heading off to, daddy?" Jungkook asks sweetly, head tilted towards the passenger window as he watches other vehicles fly past the car while his fingers dance around Namjoon's thighs. A loud shrill from his phone jostles him awake from his daydream, his moment, and he mentally curses himself for forgetting to turn off the device. His hands slip, where his finger accidentally grazes at the green button and the next thing was Jimin's voice filling the small confinement of space and Jimin was being very annoyingly loud. "Jungkookie, oh god, I was so worried about you especially after -" and before he could continue, Jungkook had yet again cut him off and ended the call hastily. He sent a hurried text to his best friend of something like shut it for now Jiminand switched off the device promptly this time around. He groaned inwardly at himself. Namjoon's not going to let this pass.    "Rules, Jungkook. Have you forgotten them, pet?" Namjoon asks casually, but Jungkook knows how much the other hates it when their moment is interrupted in any way. "Sorry, I forgot to switch it off. Was in a hurry to see you. Won't you let this slide, daddy?" Namjoon chuckles, and Jungkook almost thought the matter was dropped until he said "Only if you tell me what happened today." Jungkook clenches his teeth, almost fuming when he spits out can we not angrily because the last thing he wanted was his idiot classmates getting in between Jungkook's time with Namjoon.    "Did you fail your paper or something of that sort, Jungkook? Because this arrangement wasn't supposed to affect -"   "It's not that alright? My studies are just peachy." Too peachy, in fact.   The car came to a slow halt, stopping among thousands of other vehicles on the road as the traffic became congested in central Seoul. "Watch your tone, pet." Namjoon warns, shifting his attention from the road to Jungkook only to catch the other looking slightly teary eyed.    "Baby?"   "It's just, it's just been a long day, okay?" Jungkook so desperately wants Namjoon to drop the subject, which the other actually obliged thankfully when Jungkook veers the conversation away by saying the magic words of so won't you please make it better for me, daddy?   "Well then," Jungkook catches a sly smirk playing on Namjoon's lips, and before he could react Namjoon had let one hand slip between Jungkook's inner thighs, cupping Jungkook's cock to which Jungkook let out a squeal in surprise. "Da- daddy!" Jungkook's heart races as his breathing becomes erratic, feeling overwhelmingly stuffy in the small confined space inside the vehicle. He felt strangely exposed, spotting other people stuck in their small confined spaces on the road just like them, eyes staring straight ahead, all oblivious to Jungkook and Namjoon's naughty deeds in their little private space.    Long fingered hand rubs over the clothed flesh dangerously close to Jungkook's crotch, kneading into the supple flesh and Jungkook just yearns. His tight leather pants did little to nothing to tone down the sensations, possibly even heightening his senses as they were practically eating into his flesh. Jungkook knew precisely what type of effect it would have on Namjoon when he chose his outfit earlier today. Namjoon gives his thigh a good squeeze, holding Jungkook in a heated gaze that feeds Jungkook's arousal. Instinctively, Jungkook spreads his thighs apart for Namjoon like the good little boy that he is, inviting the other to touch him more especially with the way he's been salivating for the other ever since he entered the car.    "My little slut, so ready to spread yourself wide open for me? Do you think you're going to get it easy now?" Namjoon chuckles smugly at Jungkook, always amused at how he has the other around his little finger who would ride it endlessly. Jungkook huffed childishly, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks as he realized how shamefully putty he is under Namjoon's control.   "But don't you want me, daddy?"   "You know that I do, especially when you're in that outfit. God, you look so fucking hot in that leather pants, Jungkook."    Namjoon's fingers however, trailed up to under Jungkook's loose sweater that exposes his collarbones beautifully. If Jungkook bent down enough, it would leave little to Namjoon's imaginations of what was hidden underneath and Namjoon was very pleased with it. He started from the bottom, fingers leaving a scorching trail over Jungkook's stomach muscles, gradually working his way up. Namjoon pinched at a nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger while giving it an occasional tug, all the while holding his steady gaze at Jungkook. Jungkook feels himself hardening up under Namjoon's skillful touches, feeling the painful constrictions in his pants and he mentally bashes himself up for wearing something so tight.   "Off." Wide, innocent looking doe eyes lock with Namjoon's familiar carnal gaze, and Jungkook asks coyly, "The top or the bottom, daddy?"    "You can keep the pants on Jungkook, but don't blame me when you've nothing to wear later to the restaurant because you're going to be very wet, darling."    A car honked loudly behind, forcing Namjoon to tear his hand away from a very flushed Jungkook as he shifted his attention back to the road, releasing a sigh at the temporary loss of contact. The traffic had unfortunately eased up slightly, where all other vehicles had practically moved on from their previous spot except for Namjoon's and all other vehicles behind him. Namjoon secretly blamed it all on Jungkook for holding up the traffic for wearing his extremely illegal looking outfit, conveniently skipping over the fact that their arrangement wasn't even legal to begin with.    "I hate you." Jungkook also hates the way his voice stammers as he grudgingly obliges Namjoon's order as usual, unzipping his leather pants and pulling it all the way off just as Namjoon wanted. Jungkook's heady arousal is apparent underneath his thin layer of boxers, and with Namjoon's full attention on the road he had nothing to help with his ache between his legs, except for himself of course.    "Mm, whatever you say dear." Namjoon answers simply, attention too far gone from Jungkook to the road instead. Not that Jungkook wanted them to get into an accident, heavens forbid, no, but couldn't Namjoon just use a little ingenuity to fucking help him?    "You started this, aren't you going to help me?" Jungkook feels ridiculous as he sits the leather seat of Namjoon's Lamborghini, cruising through the highways half naked. He would have rolled his eyes and laughed if this happened to someone else like Jimin for example, yet it's not Jimin but Jeon fucking Jungkook himself.    "Later Jungkook. Do you even know what's called priorities?" Jungkook wanted to spit the exact words back at Namjoon but decided against it.    Discreetly so (because daddy hasn't given him his permission to touch himself), Jungkook reaches underneath his boxers and just very slightly, uses his thumb to graze on his erection, and oh my fucking god.His eyes flutter shut as he greedily wraps his hand around his hot member, clutching to the image of Namjoon's fingers snaking around his erection instead and gives himself a few good pumps. Jungkook's breath hisses through his teeth as his thumb moves on a circular motion around the head, his hips jerking into his hand as he does so, no, his daddy's hand, and it would have felt infinitely better if there wasn't a seat belt restraining his motions.    "Ha-h-" Jungkook's stares at the man next to him as he exhales, eyes half- lidded as he drowns in the intoxicating lusts that always get the better of him. "What do you think you're doing, Jungkook?" Namjoon's biting tone didn't help a bit to ease his lust for the other.    "You know, Namjoon, being so loaded and all. Aah-" His fingers seem to have their own agenda as they pump faster at the sound of Namjoon's disapproving voice, because a disapproving Namjoon means a punishment time for later, and a punishment time means - fuckfuckfuck.He's already feeling wet down below as he smears precum all over his member, thumbing his slit like how Namjoon would, his actions getting more desperate because the thought of what's going down tonight or who's going downlater gets him a little too eager.   "As I - aah - was saying, daddy. Being so loaded and all -" His other free hand moves under his sweater to continue Namjoon's earlier work, tugging his nipples and leaving scratch marks all over his chest as he imagined Namjoon working on him. "Yeah, daddy, you should invest - mmf-" Jungkook bites into his bottom lip as he feels himself getting close, completely ignorant of his surrounding, like how Namjoon seem to have been clenching around the steering wheel like their lives depended on it (which maybe their lives did because one slip of his hand would send both of them crashing).    "Invest in those self-driving cars, daddy." Jungkook giggled breathlessly at his own words like how a drunk would, except that he isn't drunk like an alcoholic but drunk in his own lust, and with a final tug he lets out a harsh moan and sent himself spilling all over his hand and boxers. Fuck."Just so we could have sex in the car whenever you want to, Jungkook?" Coming down from his high, Jungkook finally focus on his surroundings and notice that Namjoon had already parked the car right in front of the restaurant. The older man had his head tilted as he observes Jungkook from the side, eyebrows shot up in amusement while Jungkook catches up with his breathing.    "Yeah."   "That was a good show, Jungkook."    "Mmm, thanks daddy. How do I look right now?"   "Illegal." Namjoon whispers. Sighing, he takes Jungkook's soiled hand into his own mouth, licking each digit clean as he stares into Jungkook, smirking. Jungkook's insides clenches tight as his breath hitches.    "Take off your boxers, sweetheart and let's get you cleaned up." Jungkook does as Namjoon instructed, feeling like a guilt-ridden child as Namjoon helps him out of his soiled article. Before Jungkook could protest, Namjoon had already taken Jungkook's boxers and used the clean side to wipe away the excess fluid on Jungkook, humming lightly as he does so.   "Wait, stop! What am I going to wear now, Joonie?"    "Your leather pants?"    "Underneath it, daddy." He hissed desperately, hoping Namjoon would at least be a little understanding of his situation.    "Why, nothing, Jungkook." Namjoon smirked at the other, the feeling of victory washing over him, bathing him in pure pleasure after what Jungkook had put him through on the road earlier. "Nobody's going to know, Jungkook. Now hurry up and get dressed."    "I hate you, daddy."   "Mm. Love you too, dear."   Chapter End Notes For those looking forward to Taehyung's appearance, we'll need about 2 more chapters to go ***** Namjoon ***** Chapter Notes This is a continuation from the last chap ~ See the end of the chapter for more notes "We should just order take-outs." Jungkook tugs at Namjoon's designer suit with an almost zero care at how the material wrinkles in his fingers as he glances around, trudging reluctantly behind Namjoon as they walk through a garden towards the ancient hanok converted to a restaurant. Everything around him screams expensive and posh, a small voice in his head telling him that he doesn't belong to a place like this dressed up like that. Definitely not a place for a poor university student like him, even though Namjoon's paying for his share.    "Nonsense. There's no way we're going back home right after driving through the shitty traffic, Jungkook."    "I don't feel hungry, Joonie hyung." Jungkook whines petulantly as Namjoon pulls him closer, preventing the other from hiding behind him as he walks towards the entrance of the restaurant, his fingers digging into the other's behind conveniently as he does so. One of Namjoon's finger presses into Jungkook's clothed ass cheeks and Jungkook's breath hitches at the tingling sensation, his words stuck in his constricted throat.   "Why suddenly so quiet, baby?" Namjoon asks, his voice laced with a kind of deceitful sweetness that Jungkook is all too familiar with. Jungkook's cute bunny teeth chew on his own lower lip as the other's finger prods lightly at the same area rhythmically, feeling the heat creeping up to his cheeks and ears under the unwanted attention on his ass. "You know, if we go home right now you could have me instead?" Jungkook whispers breathlessly into the other's ear as he playfully wriggles his ass back into Namjoon's finger, disregarding the fact that they're both in public because Namjoon's the one with the responsibilities while they're together. Any incident that they do potentially get into would fall into Namjoon's list of matters to handle, since Namjoon's the daddy.    "You won't have dinner out with me?" Namjoon shifts his hand away from Jungkook as he eyes the other, his facial expression unreadable.   "This place is spells adult and expensive." Jungkook pouts at the other.   "Then that's not even a valid concern. It is a birthday celebration dinner you know." A low chuckle reverberates in his chest as Namjoon once again pulls the other towards him, this time placing his hand appropriately on Jungkook's shoulder as they approach a uniformed woman standing at the entrance, ready to serve the customers. Namjoon nods at her as she ushers them into the place, walking them to a private room among others. "You mean it's your birthday today?" Jungkook finds himself shuffling closer against the other as they walk along the hallway, keeping his voice low as he asks because the whole place is eerily quiet except for the muffled laughter and Korean traditional music seeping through the gaps of the sliding doors.    Namjoon looks at the other funnily as they settle down in their private dining room, amused at how oblivious Jungkook can be at times.    "Dinner will be served soon, Mr. Kim." She smiles warmly at both Namjoon and Jungkook while giving a 90-degree bow, sliding the door close and leaving the two of them in their happy bubble. A flustered Jungkook bows back from his seat quickly, obviously uncomfortable with fact that a woman triple his age was bowing at him.   "Jungkook, for someone who's supposedly excellent in his studies you can be really dense sometimes."    "You mean we're not celebrating your birthday?"   "We're celebrating yours." Namjoon raises his eyebrows expectantly, mentally willing for the gears in Jungkook's mind to actually click and understand the moment.   "Oh. Oh." Jungkook's eyes widen in surprise, his voice turning extra soft like feather as the realization hits him while he stares shyly back at the other. "Thank you, daddy. You didn't have to." Jungkook takes the other's hand into his, leans in just slightly and places a chaste kiss to the back of Namjoon's palm, his eyes crinkling at the corners just as he does so. "I want to. I know it's a little late, seeing as both of us were caught up with something else last week, but it's better late than never. Hmm?" Namjoon flips his hand under Jungkook's hold, cupping the other's face as he thumbs at the other's cherry red lips, his thoughts drifting from how cute Jungkook looks right now to how he wants to ruin his pretty little boy later tonight. His thumb circles around Jungkook plush lips slowly, forcing the other to allow entry as he thrusts his thumb into the other's moist cavern, allowing Jungkook to close around him as he sucks the other languidly.    Jungkook's poor heart skips a little bit each time he spots a shadow passing by their place, secretly enjoying the thrill under the prospect of being seen by others. It's the unpredictability of the moment that sends his blood coursing through his veins, keeping his body alive and needy.    Just like Namjoon.   "Concentrate, Jungkook." Namjoon pushes the whole of his thumb further in, scraping against the back of Jungkook's throat as he spots how distracted the other has become. Cold, calculating fingers clasps around the other's chin firmly as Namjoon angles Jungkook's gaze towards himself, his own features expressionless while he watches Jungkook struggles to not cough as he continues rubbing the pad of his thumb at the back of Jungkook's throat. "You're expected to do better than that later tonight, Jungkook. This is just child's play." Namjoon speaks noncommittally as he slides his thumb out from the other, rubbing saliva on Jungkook's lips while appreciating how the other's lips glisten under the light.   "Yes, daddy." Jungkook answers dutifully as regards the other, this time taking care not to let himself be distracted, his urge to please Namjoon overtaking his senses. As much as Jungkook wants to be punished by his daddy, adding to the list of punishments would only spell trouble because Namjoon only tolerates his childish behavior to a certain extent. The last he wants is to be a disgraceful sobbing mess, denied of his pleasure because he's been a naughty little boy who haven't been listening to his daddy.    "Good boy." Namjoon ruffles the other's hair at the answer, and Jungkook thinks that he caught a hint of sadistic smile playing on Namjoon's lips at that moment but it was gone too soon. Dinner is served soon after, the table laden with an assortment of traditional dishes, mostly which Jungkook has only seen on the TV screen. They remind him of those dishes served to the royalty in the Joseon era. Everything suddenly looks daunting and oh god the dishes are so so pretty. Jungkook takes a tentative bite into his kimchi (one of the few things that he could identify much to his embarrassment) as Namjoon looks at him expectantly, only to have the other frowning at him in return.   "Jungkook."    "Yes?"    "I didn't take you out to eat just to have you munch on the side dishes, Jungkook."    "It's just, I've never tried these dishes before. They look pretty foreign to me. And they're too beautiful to be eaten up, daddy." His voice is small as he explains, staring at the food in awe because it's as if he's been transported back in time. Namjoon laughs loudly at his reaction much to Jungkook's annoyance, a carefree infectious laughter of that sort and Jungkook forgives him just a little, because it's one of those little moments that has Namjoon acting like his age, looking happy and contented with life.    "I can't help it if my pauper side decides to show up, Joonie." Jungkook huffs playfully as he looks at the other, only to catch Namjoon staring at him with a burning intensity and suddenly it's the old Namjoon back once more. Jungkook leans in as cold fingers stroke his cheeks softly, knowing better than to look away and instead he faces the other with a furious blush on his cheeks.    "Here, try this. It's my favorite." Namjoon picks at a dish and raises his chopsticks right in front of Jungkook's mouth, taking the full opportunity to enjoy himself as Namjoon feeds him. "And Jungkook, there's no such thing as a pauper side to you. You're just so-," he trails off as Jungkook picks at the dishes and places them on Namjoon's bowl carefully, trying to not mess up the intricate decorations adorning the dishes, already too distracted by the explosion of flavors in his mouth and his need to fill Namjoon's bowl up.   "Hmm?" Namjoon finds the words stuck in his chest as he meets Jungkook's bright innocent eyes, the other still chewing on enthusiastically much to Namjoon's delight. Jungkook can be so disarming at times, allowing that temporary moment of weightlessness to flood the other and Namjoon almost feel the reigns of control slipping through of his fingers.    "You're staring too much, Joonie." Jungkook smirks at the other, his tone teasing.   "Maybe," Namjoon whispers as he cups Jungkook's nape, pulling Jungkook close with unrivaled gentleness as he breathes his promise to the other. "Oh, you have no idea what daddy wants to do to his little slut tonight, Jungkook.", his tone deceivingly warm and light. Tonight. Tonight Jungkook will know who holds the control between them. He takes it upon himself to make sure Jungkook understands. Jungkook could feel a shiver run through his body as Namjoon whispers to him, making him swallow nervously, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth has become. Behind Namjoon's gentle facade however, Jungkook could see an obvious glint of restrained lust and wickedness in Namjoon's dark orbs, waiting to be unleashed at the right moment. Those orbs speak of desires too dirty to be spoken out loud and Jungkook could only anticipate. Lusty Namjoon, in Jungkook's view, is brilliantly handsome.   "Now eat, Jungkook. We have a whole night ahead of us." Namjoon breaks the silence between them, his tone commanding in a way that makes Jungkook wants to submit to the other.    "Yes, daddy."   ~~~   The moment the apartment door shuts with a soft click, Namjoon has the younger male pinned against it, slamming his entire weight against Jungkook in a demanding manner. Jungkook needs to be taught that only Namjoon may have control over the younger one, not the other way round. Naughty boys should not be allowed too much freedom in Namjoon's humble opinion.   Jungkook whimpers as Namjoon fists his hair harshly, yanking soft, fluffy hair down as he helps himself by nipping harshly at Jungkook's exposed neck. A low hiss escapes from Jungkook's soft lips as Namjoon rubs his knee up against the younger male's crotch, resulting in Jungkook gripping onto Namjoon's torso as if holding on for dear life as pain mixes with pleasure deliciously. Jungkook has that overwhelming desire to thrust his hips out against Namjoon to feed his needy desire for friction, except that Namjoon has somehow gained control over the other, setting Jungkook's senses on fire.    Oh how his neck burns as Namjoon's other hand scrapes into his milky white skin, leaving trails of the most unique shade of red around his neck, beautiful branches twisting around each other as he paints blooming cherry blossoms on them with his skillful mouth. Namjoon savors the metallic hint of blood on the other's skin that is mixed with cold sweat and tears, lapping it up with his hot tongue as he gazes down at the other, his eyes pooled with hidden emotions, mostly of lust and a tinge of superiority over the other male.    "Pain, daddy." Jungkook feels utterly dominated Namjoon as he voices out in a strangled sob, a new wave of confusion and helplessness sweeping over him, suddenly shameful of his arousal after what Namjoon has been doing to him.    "Accept it Jungkook, it's my other gift to you." His voice is firm and strangely sweet like honey, because Jungkook deserved what he got and he deserves more from Namjoon. Namjoon releases the other and cards his hands through Jungkook's dark locks, his newfound gentleness numbing the other. Namjoon slowly loops his arms around the Jungkook's smaller frame, hands massaging into the other's nape and scalp in a calming manner as Namjoon rests his head against the other's, dimpled cheeks finding their ways into Jungkook's vision. Only Namjoon, and no one else. What is he hesitating for?   "Yes, daddy."   "Yes and what else?"   "Thank you, daddy." Jungkook's neck still burns as a painful reminder of Namjoon's earlier careless treatment of him as he answers, his shameful arousal tight in his jeans while he anticipates eagerly.     "That's right. Naughty boys like you should accept their punishments without any objections." Namjoon smirks at the other in a condescending way, having the full intent of enjoying himself tonight.    "Tell me, Jungkook, what have you done wrong today to displease daddy?"    "I-I touched myself without daddy's permission."    "Not entirely accurate, pet." Namjoon grips the other's chin, forcing Jungkook to look up to him, eyes dreamy in a lust-fueled haze. Only Namjoon could make Jungkook look so ethereal.   "What else?" Namjoon demands, his adult patience thinning after what Jungkook has put him through earlier.   "I touched myself when daddy was driving?" Jungkook hesitates, unsure of what exactly Namjoon is trying to point towards, hoping that he answers it right being the good boy that he is.    "That's right." Namjoon smiles, removing himself from the other as he shifts to the living room, relaxing into the plush seat as comfortably as he can with a growing arousal between his legs. Faint glowing lights from the outside stream through the floor to ceiling windows, encasing Namjoon in a warm glow, as if the other male is emitting a faint radiance of his own.    "Strip." He orders Jungkook as he sits in his throne, watching the other with an aching longing as Jungkook pulls his sweater away from his skin, enjoying the way the other shiver reluctantly as the cold air hits his skin mercilessly. Jungkook's little tongue pokes out at the corner of his mouth as clammy hands undo the button of his jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper to allow his throbbing member spring free, and oh how his cock throbs as he feels a pair of deadly eyes on him, scanning his body like a product to be used thoroughly. "Daddy," Jungkook calls the other with a soft whine as he stands next to the door, rooted in his place as his daddy hasn't given him the permission to move.    "Come here." Namjoon pats his laps, enjoying the way Jungkook almost throws himself on the elder in his hastiness. "So eager to please daddy?" Long, skilled fingers pry open Jungkook's mouth before the other could answer, and Jungkook sucks on them prettily, savoring the saltiness in as he flicks his tongue around the other. A small moan escapes from his lips as Jungkook grinds his hips against the other, the small buckle on Namjoon's belt doing wonders on him as it grazes on his sensitive skin. "As pretty as you look right now pet, doing that won't earn you any brownie points. Focus only on sucking them long and hard, Jungkook. Don't blame daddy if it hurts later, I won't help." Namjoon growls dangerously at Jungkook, his other free hand pining the younger one down on his hips because greedy Jungkook wouldn't stop moving.    "I-I'm ready, daddy." Jungkook releases Namjoon's fingers as he tells the other a few moments later, a small trickling of saliva rolling down his chin and Namjoon could not help but lap it up with his burning tongue on the other.    "Yeah?" Namjoon's voice is raw and Jungkook spots a devilish grin on the other's face.   "Uh hu-Oh god, it fucking hurts!" Jungkook trembled and twitched as Namjoon shoves three fingers past his rim, his movements continuing in a slow and purposeful manner despite Jungkook's protests next to him, his head drooping down against the other's shoulder. "Breathe, baby." Namjoon continues his scissoring motion in the other, his other hand digging into Jungkook's hips to keep him still as Jungkook sneakily tries to wriggle away. "You're so tight, Jungkook. I can barely move my fingers." Namjoon coos at the other who has his eyes squeezed shut as pulsating pain thrums in his veins, lips parted only to leave harsh breath against Namjoon's shoulder. Fresh tears once again form at the corner of Jungkook's eyelids, threatening to spill and wash away whatever pride he still has in front of Namjoon. "You have to relax if you want daddy to go deeper, Jungkook."    "Ca-can you touch me please, daddy?" Jungkook cannot believe his own ears, him turning into a stuttering mess in front of Kim Namjoon like a girl confessing to her crush on Valentine's day. Still, his bottom burns and he definitely needs a distraction if Namjoon wants to be stubborn and literally break him.    "No, it's part of the punishment. Remember?"    Kim Namjoon can be so infuriating at times.   "What bullshit." Jungkook spits the words at the other as Namjoon denies his request, immediately regretting saying them as Namjoon's fingers thrusts deeper into him, filling his senses with a hungry burn. Jungkook sobs and gasps as Namjoon works his way through the other, finally venturing deep enough for him to crook his fingers towards the usual spot and Jungkook practically mewls in pleasure. "There, there! Please, daddy!" Pleading eyes stray to Namjoon's hungry ones as Namjoon graces the other with a rhythmic push and pull, taking in the sight of how Jungkook's facial features would contort from one of unbridled pain to one of pure ecstasy in mere seconds.    Jungkook's cock is hot and hard against his abdomen, knowing that for even the slightest touch and he would definitely be able to come if Namjoon would have some mercy on him. Except that Kim Namjoon isn't a generous soul when it comes to sex, and true to that, Namjoon removes his fingers from his inside without warning, leaving Jungkook's rim to clench around nothingness.    "Daddy-"   "Hush now." Namjoon locks his gaze with the other, his eyes dancing with a kind of dark humor that Jungkook's childish side wants to smack away. "Oh god, fucking-" Jungkook gasps as Namjoon replaces his fingers by pushing a vibrator up his ass, the vibrator turned to an agonizing low hum next to Jungkook's prostate that practically does nothing except to fill him up.    "That's fucking unfair." Jungkook looks absolutely crestfallen as his member throbs achingly between his legs, body arched in a non-helpful way because Namjoon wouldn't help him by moving the vibrator.    "On your knees and suck daddy off good, and we'll see what we can do about that huh?" Namjoon grins at the other. Jungkook nearly drops to the floor as he shuffles out of Namjoon's grip, his thighs trembling from all the exertion earlier. "Do it right this time around, Jungkook, and you'll receive your reward. So don't you fucking dare to stop in the middle of it, alright?"    "Yes, daddy." Jungkook murmurs as he shifts towards Namjoon's clothed cock, mouthing at the very obvious tent that has formed underneath it as his tongue nudges at Namjoon's erection, teasing it. Namjoon's groans makes Jungkook want to do better. Dutifully, he removes Namjoon's belt and heads for the button and zipper next, eyes trained curiously on what's beneath the zipper and what's beneath Namjoon's underwear even though he's seen it plentiful times, always curious and impressed with Namjoon's girth and length. Despite Jungkook's tendency to always hurry things up especially when they have to do with instant gratification, Jungkook loves taking his own sweet time unraveling Namjoon with his cute little mouth, ruining the elder one on those rare instances. Today's not one of those days, unfortunately for Jungkook who has a vibrator shoved up his ass pitifully.    "How do you want it, pet?"   "Hard and fast, daddy. Please?"   "Then get on with it." Namjoon snaps, his eyes lusty with dirty intentions. Without wasting any more of his precious time, Jungkook takes Namjoon's erection out, palming its underside as his fingers curl around it softly, his other hand pulling Namjoon's underwear and pants halfway off. "No cheating, dear." Namjoon hisses at the other, his tone warning Jungkook to not do anything funny because Namjoon only wants his mouth. "I'm no-mmf," Both individuals let out involuntary moans as Namjoon thrusts his dick right into Jungkook's mouth, cutting the other off because the rule to every fucking blowjob is no talking and Jungkook was taking too fucking long to do his job. "Relax your jaw, Jungkook. Breathe!" Namjoon groans again when Jungkook starts to cough as Namjoon hits the back of his throat, the bitter taste of precum mixed with saliva filling Jungkook's senses to the brim. Against his instincts to stop and push Namjoon off, Jungkook tightens his lips around the other's hard length, his fingers clenching tight around Namjoon's calves.    "That's right. Hah, hold yourself there, baby." Namjoon cards his fingers into Jungkook's hair, gripping the back of his head tightly as he fucks into the other, not trusting Jungkook to not let go. Precum mixed with saliva dribble out of the other's mouth despite Jungkook's attempt to have his lips locked around Namjoon's dick, but it didn't matter to Namjoon who has his head thrown back in bliss, his thrusts turning erratic. Namjoon cocks his head sideways to look down at his pet, who apparently is choking quite a bit, and like the generous soul that he is, Namjoon decides that Jungkook has had enough despite how close Namjoon is to coming in the other. Strong arms pull Jungkook up from the floor towards the other man, and with a hurried haste Namjoon has Jungkook pinned down against the sofa, this time intending on fucking his Jungkook right and proper. No more games, no more teasing.    Jungkook has his legs spread out wantonly as Namjoon removes the vibrator from his ass, only to have the elder male slamming into younger one, his thrusts rough and vigorous. Coherent thoughts fly out of Jungkook's mind at that moment, and his mouth could only release small moans and whines as his daddy wrecks him, both of them at nearing their limits after all of that earlier.    "Jungkook. Oh Jungkook, come for me, will you?" As Jungkook's name tumbles from Namjoon's lips coupled with a few tugs at his flushed dick, Namjoon finally grants his little boy his sweet release, Jungkook's harsh cry spiraling Namjoon into a sticky mess too as he comes undone. Soft breaths fill the otherwise silent room as Jungkook lies next to Namjoon, feeling utterly sore and definitely satisfied.    "My fucking ass hurts, Namjoon. I'm going to have a hard time moving."    "I know." Namjoon laughs, zero hint of regret in his tone.    "That's why you should stay the night here."      Chapter End Notes Hey there, I rly apologize for the super slow update. My January was busy and Feb is gonna be worse :/ I'll try to update if i have the time I think it's time to throw Taehyung in for the next chapter lol Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!