again I’d just like to say namkook fuck every night in their giant shared bed and nj is obsessed with coming inside his boyfriend thank you for coming to my ted talk

don’t shoot the messenger have you seen the dude

no but seriously like imagine jk getting fucked within an inch of his life to the point he’s sobbing and begging for joon to just come already, he wants to feel him dripping out of him

and joon obviously cannot think about anything beyond this so when he does come he replaces his dick with two fingers and with a squeeze from jk, fuck it’s /him/ that’s oozing out of his boyfriend

god ok but i also think joon would be the type of person to be so fucking filthy he just watches as it starts to drip and is super gentle with his fingers as he pulls out so he doesn’t disturb the flow

but obviously now his fingers are all wet and sticky so he just pads along jk’s taint and slides his fingers along his balls, cause god it’s /so/ fucking slippery he can’t get a solid grip for the life of him

while jk is just whining and losing his mind squirming on the bed, totally unaware of the mess he’s making as a mix of lube and come and sweat drench the sheets around him, he’s just so over sensitive he can’t think about anything but the very spots he feels joon on his skin

joon can see jk’s cock slowly (& painfully) standing to attention again so he puts his fingers back into use by sliding two right back into jk’s gaping hole, groaning when he hears the fucking squelch when he starts moving back and forth again

in and out and fuck, jk is devastating as he arches his back, trying to get joon /deeper/, and his moans are so breathy and sweet that joon can’t help but lean forward to kiss him as he starts scissoring his fingers, watching jk swallow loud groans as he stretches him even more

it really shouldn’t be so hot since joon was literally just inside him, but it IS. joon keeps stretching his fingers till his wrist hurts, and he wonders how jk will react to joon slipping his cock right back inside, stuffed with both dick and fingers as he takes more more more

“you think you can go again, baby?” joon asks, and it dawns on him that his voice is near gravelly, maybe the lowest he’s ever heard it. jk must notice too bc he keens, nodding his head back and forth so quickly, mouth barely forming around the word “please”

jk looks so beautiful like this, sweat making his hair cling to his forehead as little drops roll down his naked chest and prob his back, and namjoon knows jk will protest at what he’s going to do next, but he also knows his boyfriend is going to LOVE what comes after that

so he brings his other hand to jk’s belly, reassuringly gentle as he pulls his pruny fingers out of jk. ofc jk is petulant and whines again, kicking out a foot in protest, but joon just uses those same drenched fingers to rub reassuringly at jk’s ankle

jk freezes at the sensation, something slippery /there/, looking to joon with wide, surprised eyes. “you good?” joon asks again, and he nods slowly, eyes still hazy and slow as they flick back and forth between joon’s face and the fingers he’s tracing up his leg

joon has to keep jk on his toes but he doesn’t want to risk drying out his fingers, so he dips his fingers back inside jk and curls to press against his prostate before pulling out, only to again scissor his fingers back and forth, this time along the skin below jk’s belly button

all this time joon’s slowly been growing hard again, but he thinks he can ignore it a little longer before it starts to hurt. he gets off more at seeing his boyfriend fall apart, so this is worth subduing short term pleasure, knowing it won’t be long before jk starts sobbing

they’ve been together for years, joon knows that with a dry twist of jk’s nipple, he can make him scream so loud they’ll get a noise complaint, and digging his thumb and pressing up btwn his balls will have his bf howling as he sees stars. but that’s not what he’s doing today

jk mentioned wanting to do this before & it seems he’s caught on to what exactly joon wants to do bc he pointedly looks him in the eye & nods frantically as he shifts his hips, trying to sway joon’s hand into brushing his poor neglected cock, so red and angry near joon’s hand

“want it, want it, please,” he pants, and everything in joon is wired to make jk happy so he slides his still wet fingers, now slightly cooled, back into jk before reaching for his own cock, hissing at the touch before pressing straight into jk, sitting right on his own fingers

nj doesn’t think he’s ever felt his cock brush against the top of his fingers like this before, and he can’t get over how tight jk is, how /stuffed/ and full he feels, all from joon.

he’s biting his lip so hard from the pressure around his dick that he worries he’ll break the skin and leave a drop of blood and saliva against jk’s chest

he takes a second to gather his bearings bc he can’t leave jk to dry, but jk lifts his ankles to hook around joon’s hips, urging him closer that joon nearly stumbles and faceplants into jk’s neck but his saving grace is his two fingers, still a resting place for his aching dick

and then he has a thought. he spreads his fingers as far apart as he can, careful to not go to the point of hurting jk, but he doesn’t anticipate how good it feels for him too, ridges of his knuckles dragging against the underside of his cock

god it almost reminds him of how it feels when jk mouths along that same place, tongue rolling all over the head of his cock as his mouth slobbers all over, except it’s blunter somehow

he experiments with circling his hips where they’re pressed flush against the back of jk’s thighs, watching as his boy’s lips part right when joon thinks to press down with his fingers as his cock pulls up

jk gasps, breath caught in his throat as his head pushes back against his pillow to expose the length of his neck. joon wants to lean in and bite, mouth lazily at his skin while he tries thrusting his dick and his fingers in and out of jk in tandem

“more more more more,” jk whimpers, and what his baby wants, his baby will get. so joon leaves his fingers & leverages his weight into the forearm he presses against the mattress next to jk

then he pulls out slowly, takes a sec to twist and nudge against jk’s prostate to coax another breathy moan before slamming back in with all the force he can muster

it’s easy to pick up speed when jk tries so hard to meet him thrust for thrust, but joon realizes the time has come to pull his fingers out for good. he wipes them on the sheets, swears they’ll change them later, then readjusts to be fully on top of jk, arms on either side of him

“close,” jk finally whimpers, and while his voice stutters with the force of joon’s thrusts, it’s so close now that joon thinks he hears it in his throat. he quickens his pace, reveling in the steady uh-uh-uh-uh that fall thoughtlessly from jk’s lips

he’s close too, and the moment jk seizes and inadvertently tries to squeeze the life out of joon’s dick as he comes all over his and joon’s bellies with a groan, that’s when joon leans again to press a messy kiss against jk’s lips. he’s close enough to feel the tears on jk’s face

“again,” is all jk breathes, hiccuping as joon continues pounding right up against jk’s prostate like this. he’s so close, knows jk loves the electricity that runs thru his fingers and toes every time joon keeps pushing him past his breaking point

“tell me when baby,” joon manages to mutter, sliding a hand into jk’s hair to pull right at the crown of his head. “now hyu-ungh—nownownownow,” and that’s all it takes for joon to come a second time, pushing his cock as deep as he can and resting his forehead against jk’s

he hates being loud during sex, but the way jk squeezes him thru the aftershocks of his orgasm never fails to elicit the most guttural of groans from him. after a sec he uses his relatively clean hand to wipe at jk’s cheeks, wonders aloud if one day he can wipe his come here too

jk lets out a breathy laugh, fresh tears sliding down his cheeks that joon can’t help but kiss away. theyre salty against his tongue, but he wants to catalogue what jk takes like everywhere. “that’s not good for my skin,” jk whines, and joon also lets out a strangled laugh

jk hisses as joon slowly pulls out, digging his nails into joon’s bare shoulder as joon tries his best to be so so careful again. it’s the reason he forced himself in so deep on his final stroke, to ensure that no more than necessary would overflow when he did eventually pull out

toppling over to his side, jk doesn’t let him have a moment to himself before he immediately claws at his chest, not needing any words for joon to know that he wants to be held

“agghhh!” he suddenly cries, hand racing to his backside. & then joon realizes he’s cupping his hand against his hole to keep anything from spilling out. to keep /joon/ from spilling out

and it’s...it’s just so fucking funny after the intensity of what they’ve done that joon can’t help but laugh. he can’t use either hand to cover his face knowing exactly where they’ve been, but he just uses the opportunity to laugh into his own pillow while jk whines & protests

“hyung you can’t be mean to me when you used me as your rag doll!” but joon just wordlessly turns and reaches for his bedside table as he laughs. he waves around a pink sparkly plug for jk to see before shooing his hands away and sliding it in himself, pulling a loud gasp from jk

it situates itself with a plop! and jk rolls face down and snuffles against his pillow. “there isn’t a come shortage here, baby,” nj assures with a hand to jk’s ass, kneads at the doughy flesh. every time he gathers it in his hands, he’s greeted with a glimpse of the plug

nj makes quick work of thoroughly washing his hands and wetting a washcloth with warm water before returning to a lightly snoring jk. he cleans him up gently, tucks him under the covers, and pulls his boy close. “always so good for me,” he whispers. the sheets can wait.

END!!!!!! god this took so long I don’t even think I’m drunk anymore lmaooooo fuck