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“Oh fuck, Joon,” Yoongi tried to keep his voice down, but the desperation was soaking through. Namjoon was moving too fast, driving too deep to stay quiet, especially while he held Yoongi’s hands stretched above his head and was muttering the filthiest things in his ear.
“Guess I should’ve gagged you, baby?” Namjoon grunted, panting against his neck, “You know I love it when you’re loud but we can’t.”
“I fu-fucking know that, jerk,” Yoongi fought to keep his voice normal, but it cracked, “Slow the fuck down.”
“Not gonna happen,” Namjoon grinned wickedly, “You’re just gonna have to stay quiet.”
Of course, that little shit, instead of slowing down, he actually picked up the pace, bed squeaking in protest.
“Joon, Joon, goddammit,” Yoongi wriggled out of his grasp to drag his nails down his back, desperately trying to get a hold of him, “I’m gonna fucking come.”
Namjoon didn’t let up, fucking hard into him and craning his neck to make out messily with Yoongi, spreading spit all over their lips and chin. It muffled Yoongi’s moans a little. Hopefully.
“God, fu-uck,” Yoongi moaned gutturally, arching his back and coming all over his own stomach.
“So fucking good for me, baby,” Namjoon was smirking, the bastard, groaning as Yoongi clenched around him.
Yoongi’s mind was hazy, fucked out and tired, more than happy to let Namjoon take his body over completely.
“Hmm, did you just call me daddy?” Namjoon asked, slowing his hips some as Yoongi grew more sensitive, kissing along his jaw, “Cause I didn’t think either of us were into that but I’m kinda here for it, babe.”
“What? No?” It took a second for Yoongi to process his words, confused, “I didn’t say anything.”
“What the fuck?” Namjoon froze, locking eyes with Yoongi.
There was a faltering knock on their bedroom door, followed by a loud sniffle and a sleepy voice, “Daddy?"
“Fuck, fuck, shit,” Yoongi pushed Namjoon off of him with a yelp.
“I had a bad dream,” the voice trembled.
“I’m coming, honey,” Yoongi called, wiping cum off his stomach with a towel from the floor and searching blindly for his sweatpants.
“Yoongi, you can’t just leave me like this,” Namjoon whined, dick still slick with lube in his hand.
“You know how to fucking jack off,” Yoongi hopped into his pants, hissing at his husband, “We’re talking about…whatever that was later. And change these sheets so he can sleep with us.”
Namjoon grumbled but Yoongi ignored him and tugged on a sweatshirt before swinging the door open to find Jungkook, clinging to the doorknob with tears running down his face.
“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay, baby,” he scooped him up, petting the back of his head that way Namjoon always did for him, “I’m right here, it’s okay.”
