dirty secrets ⁿᵃᵐᵏᵒᵒᵏˢᵉᵒᵏ

➢nineteen

Warning: knife play, blood, fisting, etc...

namkookseok

Jungkook, Hoseok, and Namjoon walk into their house in silence. Jungkook breathes through his nose trying to calm his anger simultaneously rubbing his forehead. Joon wraps his arms around Jungkook from behind resting his head on the younger shoulder trying to release his stress. Hoseok stood by their couch with his head down in guilt his shoes wet and soggy from the lake he forced them to jump into. "Get in our fucking room, Hoseok,"

Hoseok walked to their room swiftly shedding his soggy clothes. It was a very dingy house, something Namjoon wasn't used to. "Kookie, you know it was an accident, right?" he asked softly as Jungkook turned to hug him face to face.

"I know doll, but taking that wrong turn and pushing the button too soon caused us more trouble," he said "He needs to learn to listen to me,"

"Jackson was hurting me," Namjoon said softly trying to defuse the situation, which was usually Hoseok's job.

"Jackson was hurting all of us by touching you Joon bug," he said softly, "Why you don't you go in with Hoseok?" he said patting his wet clothed bottom. "A little welcome home gift?" he grinned despite wanting to punch a hole into the wall.

Namjoon nodded kissing his cheek and walking back with Hobi with a sigh, but at least Jungkook would release some of the stress.

When he was gone Jungkook sank to his knees dabbing his forehead with a tissue box from beside the bookshelf. He let out a shaky breath biting his lip hard to suppress the urge to cry. He was the strong one, so he should act like one, right? he pushed his wet hair back kicking off his shoes and standing walking back to the room taking off his tie and popping the buttons off his shirt and tossing it to the floor.

He pushed open the door seeing both of them already naked cuddling each other on the mattress that sat on the floor. He didn't have his toys with him, only a few things that he carries around.

He almost didn't want to force them apart, but he already committed to this.

"Namjoon on your back in the on one side of the bed," he said turning his back to them while he slid his belt off letting his pants fall down as well and kicking them away from him. Looking over his shoulder he saw Joon listened "Hoseok, on the other side on your stomach,"

Once both of them were in position Jungkook came over with bandanas covering their eyes. He didn't have all of his good instruments like noise-canceling headphones, instead, He used regular earbuds that had an adaptor allowing both of them to be connected to the same device. He put on a white noise and bound their hands above their heads so they wouldn't be able to move as much.

Hoseok wiggled more not liking that he wasn't in control, but allowing Jungkook to take the wheel, at least this time. He was always determined that he would dominate him once.

He stood up looking at the two of them seeing the pure beauty in both of them. Namjoon face up where he could see his dark nipples and his flushed cock coming to rest just below his belly button. And Hoseok, where he could see his two perfect ass cheeks with his cock pulled down between his slightly spread legs.

His pulse increased as his phallic member began to inflate. He walked around the two of them with a slight smirk on his face as he kicked the bed to startle them. Hoseok flinched a little bit and his shoulders tensed.

Chuckling at their timidness he walked out of the bedroom coming back with a wooden spoon and a wicked smirk. With all of his willpower not to just beat the shit out of them, he simply left soft stings on both of them.