JK x BTS Oneshots

Tight Grip (Namkook)

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

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With the habit of peeking through blinds and over corners and doors while his hyungs were showering, Jungkook's punishment was inevitable. Most of the times the others chose to ignore him knowing he is being playful, but, one night, Namjoon thought of another reason he might be so intrusive lately.
Something... less innocent and playful... a rut.

Author's POV:

The work made Namjoon physically and mentally exhausted. He just got up from his chair and walked over to the bed, flopping in the middle of it, sighing heavily as if he landed in heaven. He closed his eyes and laid his head against the soft sheets, getting into a more comfortable position, melting into the warmth of them. He yawned and knew that he would doze off for a while, but with dinner already eaten and the small breeze coming from the window, he found no reason to push away this tiny rest.

45 minutes later...

A little dizzy and confused, Namjoon opened his eyes and groaned, finding himself in the same position as when he fell asleep. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock, twisting and scrunching his nose as he saw it showing only 3:20 am. He clicked his tongue against his teeth and forced himself up from the fluffy sheets, sitting up and walking to the wardrobe. From there, he picked up a clean shirt and some shorts. At this time, he knew that nobody would bother or hurry him in the shower. Plus, a quick wash was going to help him relax and maybe even gather some more thoughts on the current project. By the time he started walking through the hallway, he was already thinking he might be going crazy and workaholic. So, he decided to focus on the shower and on relaxing.

He settled the clothes on the shelf after entering the bathroom, taking off his current outfit and stepping in the shower, turning the tap on and soon finding himself under a warm bliss. He closed his eyes and peacefully started to slowly wash himself. He began humming a song, with a quiet and soft tone, in order to not wake up the others. He had a whole atmosphere going on, nothing seeming to be strong enough to disturb his peace. Besides, that late at night, it was obvious that it was only him awake.

It was impossible for anyone else to be awake...

Right?

As he turned his head to the door, still doubtful and only wanting to confirm that he was being paranoid, his eyes locked in place. With the shock, he dropped the sponge and blinked a few times, hoping it was just an illusion. The door was creaked open, the maknae peeking from behind the door, quickly wanting to run away, but Namjoon was quick enough to step out of the shower and catch him. Jungkook wanted to scream, and he squirmed into Namjoon's arms, yet the elder covered his mouth and dragged him inside, locking the door and pushing him under the shower.

"H-hyung-ah...!" He struggled to grab onto anything that came in his reach, but the other was forcing him under the shower, slamming him against the wall, pulling down the only piece of clothing covering his body ㅡ his boxers.

"Shut up, Jungkook." Namjoon threw away the wet boxers, placing Jungkook right under the shower, soaking him wet with the hot water, holding him by the waist, holding his hands with his free hand, placing one leg in front of his, keeping him from moving. The younger whimpered and twisted weakly into the strong grip of the other, whimpering and crying out, but quickly draining out his energy, the water making him even limper. He kicked his legs dizzily, shaking his head and trying not to get the water in his eyes.

"Namjoon-ah, it stings... Please, let me go...!" Jungkook sobbed and struggled in agony, trying to free his hand and wipe his face, soon crying and trembling in his hyung's arms.

Namjoon pushed him forward, pressing him against the wall, his own chest tightly squeezing the other's chest against the wall. His crotch was pressing right against the other's thighs and ass cheeks, making his knees lose their strength with each part of his body being squished harder and harder. His cries turned into moans as Namjoon moved his hand from his waist to his belly, rubbing and pressing it firmly, feeling its tightness, his other hand gripping the younger's neck from behind, forcing his head backwards a bit. He leaned closer to Jungkook's ear and whispered huskily.

"Why are you peeking and sneaking on us, huh? Can't hyungs shower in peace? You're misbehaving, maknae..."

"B-but please listen... Hyung-ahhHH...! Pl-lLLLeaseEEE..."

The younger's breath got blocked in his throat as the other squeezed his neck, digging his fingers into his airways, applying pressure right on his sweet spots, his other hand going even lower, rubbing his under belly as his body was trapping him against the cold shower wall. He began twitchy as the other was sinking him into submission, towering and imprisoning him for his sins.

"You grew up and you can't help it, is that right? Can you name what it is, little one? Do you know how- this...-" he said and made a pause, sinking his hand against the younger's belly until he squeaked in pain, releasing it a bit, but still holding his hand pressed against him. "- do you know how it's called, hm?"

Jungkook whimpered and shook his head slowly, begging the other to let him go as he started rubbing his hard cock against his ass, shoving it between his ass cheeks and pressing his wet tip and length against his clenching hole. The younger was dazed by the mix of sensations in his body, tingling and leaking unconsciously, his dick hardening and his belly swirling inside, convulsing against Namjoon's hand.

Namjoon chuckled, feeling the younger flinching and hearing him slipping moans and mewls, also catching a few glimpses of his dick getting hard and his slit slipping tiny drops of precum.
"I want an answer, maknae."
He leaned to his ear and then lower to his neck, sucking and biting it, straightening his back and sticking the other against the wall, flattening his body between his chest and the tiles. His arched his hips more and prodded his leaking slit against the other's tight hole, soaking it in precum as he was talking.

"N-no, hyung-ah.. I don't know...how it's call- mmm...called..."

"You're such a slutty needy one, yet so innocent... You know you have a rut, baby bunny?"

"Koo can't sleep, hyung-ah..." Jungkook whispered before yelping as the other sunk his teeth into his sweet spot, sucking on the milky skin, drowning into his taste and smell.

Namjoon's hand went lower and grabbed on his dick, holding it tightly, his body not letting him move an inch. "Do you know how this can be cured? Do you know that, little bun?" He heard the other gulp and saw the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. The elder's eyes softened a bit, so he added with a small tone. "Hyung will take care of you hun... You promise to not sneak on hyungs from now, yeah? You come to me, and I will take the pain away, you know that..."

"Y-yes, hyun-ngGG... Y-yeEEessSS... Koo will ask his hyung for help from now on..."

"Let me hear you ask then. Beg for it, little maknae."

"P-please... help me, it hurts... Koo will do anything, please hyung-ah, touch and fuck Koo's hole to the core, use it as y-you please..."

Namjoon gritted his teeth and let go of Jungkook's dick after pulling and forcing all the juices out of his slit, rubbing his wet fingers on his already soaked hole, slipping his fingers inside, thrusting and curling them. The younger moaned loudly, quickly hitched and cut off by a strong grip squeezing his neck once again.

"Shh-shh, be quiet. Don't wake up the others, baby." Namjoon said, continuing to thrust his fingers and stretch the younger's insides, pulling his fingers out slowly, giving it no time to gape and clench. He aligned his cock against it and pushed it inside slowly at first, slamming all his length at once, making the other whimper and cry. His body was shaking from the wide, rough stretch, yet Namjoon started moving slowly and rubbed himself against his velvety walls, loving how the other was struggling to moan, his throat convulsing into his hand.

By minute, he fastened his thrusts and dug his cock deeper and deeper, bulging the younger's belly and ripping his walls apart, bumping his tip into his spot, smirking and huffing against his swollen neck each time he sensed him twitching. In the meantime, he kept placing tiny kisses around his shoulders and behind his ear, brushing his lips around his cheeks, licking him slowly.

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Jungkook flinched feeling the other's cum filling his insides, his cock reaching deep and poking through his belly, making him reach his second orgasm. Namjoon whispered praises into his ear, humming and rubbing his dick as he was dripping out, chasing after his lips, licking and pressing his own onto them, kissing him passionately. Despite the exhaustion, Jungkook kissed him back, gripping the wall tighter, bringing one hand behind and slightly holding onto Namjoon's hair, his fingers not being strong enough to tangle and tug on it. Namjoon deepened the kiss just enough for him to lick and slurp the younger's drool, growling at his taste.

Still, he noticed the weakness of his body and he pulled out, turning him around and cleaning both their bodies under the shower, making sure to wash the other properly. He placed several kisses on his face, pecking his lips and holding him tightly before picking him up, wrapping him in a towel, placing him on the counter. He spent a small amount of time wiping the water off himself and the floor, grabbing the clean clothes, putting the shirt on Jungkook and the boxers and shorts on himself. He picked the younger up once again, covering him in the towel, carrying him to bed. But of course, to his own room.

"Jungkook-ah? Are you feeling alright?" He asked as he stepped inside the room. There was no answer which made him look down and notice that the other was asleep. His head and arms were curled against his chest, his eyes closed and his breaths even as ever. They were fanning against his bare chest, but he still was cautious enough to put some boxers on him as well, laying him down right after.

He looked at him while he took a shirt for himself, pulling it on and then climbing in bed beside the sleeping maknae. He wrapped his arms around him and held him close, spooning him protectively, covering them both with the blanket, kissing his nape and nuzzling into his hair, whispering. "Good night, little one..."

To his surprise, Jungkook whispered back, but Namjoon knew he was more into dreamland than in reality.

"Good night, hyung-ah... I love you..."

"I love you too, my tiny baby..."