Peephole

AN:Hi. This chapter…well…this chapter is …aa...read it with the door closed. The next ones will be…much different in many ways, but the door will need to remain closed as well. So, I don't like when I get spoiled, which is why I don't like how many tags I have, I want to get rid of some soon, but not after this chapter though, but after the next. The next one since I will need to add new ones (I don't know what to do with my tags though, help) Eh, and that's all I'll divulge. I hate spoilers. But this is my way of letting you know I'm turning up the heat for a bit, just a bit. Hopefully, you'll forget all about it until the next chapter which will be in 8 days or the one after... Anyways, the first-time readers don't get a lot of spoilers from tags cause...I am adding some as I go obviously. But don't get scared Smokers, and enjoy:

"Salt?"

"No, thank you."

"Water?"

"I'm fine, Jungkook. Really."

"You don't look fine."

"Better than yesterday," Mona reminded him with a sigh.

"But you look…"

"Ahem…" And presented the palm of my hand. Both of them stared at it without a word, "I'd like some salt."

Jungkook handed it to me slowly. As if afraid that if he passed the salt shaker any faster, either it or I might break.

"Thanks." I chewed out.

It was quiet until Mona got up and sprang towards the bathroom.

"Wine?" I asked Jungkook, to which he just shook his head. "Sorry, that's all I got," I admitted with a forced smile.

He put the fork down way too fast, looking angry instead of saddened for once.

"I don't need anything from you, Namjoon."

"You don't?" I mocked, frowning.

"I don't."

"Oh, right. You got Fred and that mystery dealer to help you." I kept mocking with a grin.

"That's not what I meant!"

"Then what did you mean?"

"I don't need to get something in return for being with you. That's…not the way I am."

His cheeks were suddenly red and as cute as that made him look, a trembling Mona managed to get into the corner of my eye before she sat down, mumbling: "False alarm."

We carried on eating dinner without speaking. Like the true dysfunctional family that we were.

Then I quickly returned to my spot by the door while Mona went back to her room after complaining about her symptoms, her brother still not being here, and her overall horrible life. And Jungkook stayed in between the two locked doors to wash the dishes. But Mona had no business watching him like I was. As if he was the most interesting movie ever made.

I didn't even react when he turned around to ask me something. He was clearly taken aback by the eyes that were staring directly at him.

"…did I do something?"

'Depends…'

I thought but shook my head instead.

"Why? What do you want?" I asked while trying to dig the salad pieces out of my teeth.

"Is there anything that Mona can take to make it more…bearable?"

"Yes," I answered in one breath.

"Do we… have it?"

"No."

"Can we get it?"

"No."

"Can we get someone to get it?"

"No."

"Ok…why not?"

"Because her brother is currently punishing her." I deadpanned.

"Oh." He averted his eyes, soothing the edge that the voice had a second ago.

"You don't think she deserves it?"

"I don't know…what exactly…did she do?"

"She didn't tell you?" His innocent expression had me smirking, "Well, she's sold confidential information she's misheard to the wrong person to get her fix. That Brilliant idea caused a few people to lose their lives. Fingers crossed that Fred's still alive. And ah, I got it!"

The silence kept stretching until he was too curious:

"…w-what did you get?"

"The salad piece."

I showed it to him without bothering to make any facial expressions.

He nodded as if he understood something and then parted his lips only to shut them back. Looking straight at me and then at the wall.

"Ask."

"…ha?"

"If you want to say something. Say it."

"I don't mean to pry, but...when was the last time you took a shower?"

I thought about it and honestly responded with: "I don't remember."

"The last time you brushed your teeth?"

"No idea. Why? Can you smell me from over there?"

"You don't smell."

"That's good. I'm assuming?"

"But not washing your teeth must be uncomfortable."

"I'm not moving, Jungkook," I stated, calmly.

"But I can move."

I tilted my head and then watched him going to the bathroom and coming back with a seemingly unopened toothbrush and toothpaste.

'Pulling the curtain to hide the decomposing body seems to do wonders…'

"And how do you…" I started asking mockingly, but then swallowed the rest of the words as soon as he started filling up a blue plastic basin with water. Some of it was lost on the way, but most of it made it before me. A clean towel and a cup did as well.

"Thanks." That was all I could say before he went into Fred's room. I felt like apologizing for keeping him locked in Mona's room for two whole days before letting them out. And then ignoring him, especially.

'But at least I'm calm now. Well…calmer.'

I splashed a lot of water on my face and body. Washed my teeth. Yet, I didn't expect that this small act would leave me feeling so refreshed.

And then he appeared like he magically knew that I was done, with a change of clothes that I assumed could only be Fred's.

"I can bring some more water and soap too. So, you can wash a bit more…if you want." He stuttered a bit.

I stared at him, bored.

And took advantage of his undivided attention by taking the jacket and blouse I was wearing off, all in one go. He turned around like a child. Like he had never seen me naked, nor was he allowed to.

"I really don't smell at all though. That's kind of strange. Don't you think?" I shoved the jacket with the key into the corner that was right by the door. Then swiftly stepped up to him and went as far as to raise my arms when I demanded his attention again: "Do I smell bad?"

He was holding onto Fred's clothes for dear life when he went up on his toes and audibly inhaled.

"No?"

"You're not sure?"

"It's surprising, but you don't smell like anything…at all."

While he was still looking at me in awe, I took the chance to take off the pants and boxers in one go as well.

He immediately turned around as if burnt. Red, up to the ears that were sticking out of the long hair.

I tapped twice.

He answered as if I knocked on the door that is his shoulder: "Ah, yes?"

"Clothes?"

He raised them above his head but dropped them at the sound of Mona's screech.

"Why are you naked?! Gross! In front of my room and ah! Just tell me to shut the door you… animal! God damn it!"

And she shut it loudly with one swing.

Jungkook's hands were now holding nothing on top of his head. So, I joined our hands instead, only to hold him still while I was looking down.

"Your reaction was better, but just as offensive."

"Whhy was itt offensive?"

"Well, you clearly don't want to see me naked either."

"I do." He quickly, but shyly admitted, attempting to walk away after the realization had sunk in.

But he completely forgot that I was still holding his hands. So, all he managed to do was walk one step before I turned him back around. And then pushed on his chest for the rest of the steps until Jungkook's back hit the same door that my back had been against for days in a row.

"Liar," I whispered while holding both hands on each side of his blushing face.

"I'm not lying."

"Then look at me." And he did.

"Lower."

'Not at my neck.' I thought in anger.

"Come on, don't be such a kid. And look."

And he did look at my toes and then back at my face quickly. It made me smirk without knowing why.

"If anyone saw this, they'd think we've never had sex once, not to mention all the times we've jerked off toget…"

"Shh."

"What are you shh-ing me for? It's ridiculous. You sucked me off, and licked your own c…"

And he kissed me. Not fully on the lips since he couldn't reach the entirety of the top part. But it made contact and then his tongue. His tiny pink tongue peeked through and hit my teeth. He gave them a lick.

I opened my mouth and let him touch my tongue with his, shyly. At some point, he started pushing against it with his, in a wordless plea for it to move. When he got nothing, he proceeded to lick all around my mouth, trying to get a reaction, but I forgot to even close my eyes since I was watching his eyelids instead.

'You're such a bad liar.'

I let him suck on my tongue and despite the fact that all I wanted was for him to suck lower, I enjoyed it. I was hesitant to move as if that would make it end.

Let him kiss the lower part of the neck, let him nibble on all he could reach, let him lick my chin, and then the part below my ear. He did all of this with his eyes closed.

He even wrapped his arms around my naked torso and then it all came to a halt.

"That's all you've got?" I asked, genuinely curious.

He exhaled as if he was preparing himself for a marathon and then he gave my lips one peck. Proceeded to kiss the front part of my neck, licking his way down to my chest, which he kissed as if it was the face of a teddy bear. He went lower, bending his knees while holding himself up by the sides of my abdomen, which he kissed and licked for a while until I got ticklish. And then he was fully on his knees, face to face with the erect penis that his mouth was never able to fully suck all the way to the balls, nor get his mouth around it without hurting himself.

My hands were still in the same spot, but it felt as if I was holding myself up by keeping my hands on the door, rather than trapping him in between.

Licking my lips while he gave the penis a long lick. Eyes still shut.

Stopped breathing when he circled the cock head with his tongue and slurped it mostly in one go. He tried opening his mouth wider, but the dick itself got bigger while it was still inside, so he took it out and tried again. Only to give up and keep it against my stomach from the tip so he could lick it up and down again and again.

It only made my impatience grow. But something within told me that the moment when I'll grab his head to shove myself in without caring if the sides of his mouth split open a little bit, he'll stop moving altogether.

The open palms against the door's wood now turned into fists. I dug my nails into my own palms to have some kind of distraction. Moreover, forcing myself to peek outside the door's peephole when he started sucking on my balls. One of them almost fitting perfectly into his mouth while he cupped the other.

'I can't fuck him.' I told myself while looking out the empty, dimly lit hallway.

He kept caressing my balls during his second attempt at sucking me off. This time, he tried coming from above and keeping his jaw slack and tongue out which got more in successfully. It wasn't much, but enough to let me feel the wet warmth of the inside of his mouth closing around it.

'Think of something else. Like the fact that Fred's sister is in the other room. Losing her mind, only to hear me fucking Jungkook until he loses his mind. Yeah, that thought fucking helps…'

He choked and retracted quickly, eyes fluttering open for just two seconds until he was blind to what was before him all over again.

I was now looking away as well, keenly aware that I've been staring at him the entire time.

He used his hands to stroke it up and down while licking the tip and occasionally sucking on it. Letting his saliva slip out of his mouth and using it as lube for the small palms.

'Just stop trying so hard. All you need to do is take your pants off, turn around and shove it in!'

I yelled at no one, only to look down just in time to see him spitting in the middle of it as if he thought there was not enough spit coating the base.

Bit the inside of the cheek and fixated my eyes on the ceiling. But it was impossible to keep me from thrusting forwards when he shoved it into his mouth despite all the resistance of his throat. I was now feeling the inside of his neck and no breath coming out of his nose. He got it out and forced it back in two more times before coughing.

'Why have I been staring like a creep? I just need to walk away…He'll never make me cum like this. Not in a fucking million years. Fuck.'

He reached down between his legs while sucking on one ball, and slipped a hand inside his pants.

And that's the image that got me seeing red.

I forgot to look out the peephole of Fred's door or that it was Fred's door.

The little moans he failed to suppress sent vibrations around the balls while he was shyly jerking himself off. His facial expression had my cock throbbing.

Jungkook didn't have the guts to pull it out so he just moved his hand inside the tightness of his pants with one hand while he jerked me off with the other. Now licking the spot under my balls, so far down that his whole face was blocked by my genitals.

And then our eyes met. It was brief. Since he shut his at once, lightly trembling from somewhere around his stomach to the tip of his fingers for one moment because of whatever he was making my gaze mean.

'I'm going to hell and I don't even care…'

I gave up on lying to myself. But I still wanted to see what else he'll be doing so my right hand was now hanging awkwardly in the empty space between my head and his. I wanted to grab his hair so much that the longer fingers brushed it barely, but the moan that escaped through his parted lips had me hiding that hand behind my back. Hoping he didn't notice it.

Yet now I had a clear view of him reaching climax from his own masturbation while he frantically, fervently, and clumsily licked my hard dick from where he could reach to the balls. As if he was hungry for it.

'I shouldn't allow you to finish…but…fuck…I want to see…'

His head hit the wall behind him in the moments he'd lost himself to the orgasm entirely. Body trashing around, swollen lips contorted into a silent cry. A slim string of saliva dripping down his chin. The tip of his knees touching. And suddenly, the hand ceased any movement. His eyes slowly opened, but they weren't seeing me or seeing anything at all. They rolled in the back of his head quickly, but I caught that very moment since I couldn't risk blinking.

Bit my thumb as hard as I could and felt how dry my eyes were.

His tongue was sticking out as if he needed to do that in order to close his eyes. He proceeded to lift the hand from his pants to reveal all the cum that he's gathered on it. The substance fell straight onto his pants.

He witnessed it, as if it wasn't his, and then put his tongue back into his mouth as if he remembered that it was out. And despite all of the mental resistance, I couldn't stop myself from demanding: "Swallow it."

He looked up, all innocent and dazed. Suddenly ten times more ashamed that I was there to demand anything of him. But when his eyes met mine, he immediately looked down. However, the tip of his tongue did touch the white substance before he closed his mouth.

"All of it."

He made a sound that I thought it could only mean that he was not enjoying that idea. But he got a bunch in one lick and then he let it go down his throat, making a face that looked strikingly similar to the times he had to take bitter medicine.

"It's not sweet?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"Is mine, sweet?"

He looked up, forgetting that he was boring into my wide eyes while he was trying to recall the taste of my cum.

"I'll help you remember if you want."

He rubbed his thighs together in response and while his hand still had some of the white liquid on it, pulled a bit of the pants down as if they were causing him pain. But I could bet all my money that he didn't mean to let me see the small, half-hard, pinkish cock while it was still helplessly twitching.

My hand grabbed his hair without thinking.

I pulled on it and he got up whether he wanted to or not.

As soon as he was standing, I let go so I could grab his neck instead. Ending whatever sound he was making out of surprise.

"Didn't I tell you to swallow all of it?"

He looked almost apologetic, hesitantly lifting the hand up to his lips. I let him lick it all off.

The hand fell limp afterward like it had been held up by the cum alone.

"Keep your eyes open."

He did that hesitantly.

"Do you want to remember what my cum tastes like?"

His lips parted, but no sound came out.

"Talk."

A sound of some kind had me squeezing tighter.

"Does your neck hurt from sucking?"

He nodded and reached for the lower part of his neck; I lightly pushed that hand back down.

And leaned in so close that I could feel him breathing on my lips.

"Do you want me inside you? …tell me."

I felt him swallowing all the cum that was previously resting on his tongue.

"Jungkook, I'm so hard that it hurts like hell. Talk faster. Do you want me to fuck you or not?!"

A slow nod. That's all I needed to pick up the keys from the jacket and grab him by the hand and lead him to Fred's bedroom.

"Take your clothes off."

And that's all I said before walking out and locking Mona into her bedroom without bothering to tell her a thing.

Rushed back into the bedroom when he was still in the process of taking his shirt off. Locked the door to this room as well without skipping a beat.

Threw the set of keys in the corner of the room and headed straight towards the blushing boy with the white shirt somehow stuck above his head.

"Really?" I sarcastically asked, close to his ear. Right before I pinched both exposed nipples from behind. He arched his back in response so his ass went straight against my genitals.

My hand traveled down to his waist. Turned us both to the left and with a slight shove, caused him to fall headfirst into Fred's bed.

Ass up, head down, black hair sprayed out onto the white blanket. He was looking at me with those black, round eyes, and all I could do was part his ass cheeks, get on my knees and lick his asshole while getting as much saliva inside it as I could.

"Nam…" The raspy voice had me licking it faster.

"What?"

"That's…don't…"

"Don't like it?"

He started moaning as soon as I parted enough to get my tongue to slightly penetrate him. It wasn't much so it was surprising when he started getting hard from that alone.

Jungkook was covering his head now, hiding his face with the help of the position alone, but I could still see the red ears and neck when I stood up.

I spit once on his hole and on the tip of my penis a total of two times before shoving half of my dick in his ass.

He sprung forwards so I simply pulled him back by the arm that I'd secured against the small of his back. And then buried the rest of my dick back in.

"Nam…ah…Jun!"

"What?" I asked with no inflections.

He mumbled something, but I was far too busy keeping myself still by watching the muscles of his back contorting beautifully in the dim light of the room to care.

I pulled it out, spit once on his ass, once on my dick, and pushed it back in as far as it could go which was not deep enough. I repeated this process with him moaning louder and louder each time. Toes curling and freehand digging its nails into the covers.

And when I was finally all in and I could tell that if I entered the last few centimeters he might start bleeding, I pulled back out. Spit one more time on his hole and once on myself before letting go of his right arm and grabbing his head instead, so I could pull all of him back into my waiting erection.

"Ahh!" He screamed like a crying child, out of pain or pleasure. I couldn't tell at this point.

But I leaned forwards, bit the back of his right shoulder, and started going in and out slowly at first.

Controlling the pace and keeping his body still. Keeping myself calm by listening to the moans I was certain that it meant some pleasure was involved.

He lifted himself up a bit, which I took as an indication to go faster, and faster until I was sure Jungkook's screaming was louder than any screamo singer that Mona had in her playlist.

It was so warm, so tight and warm inside him that I even told myself that if today is the day that I die then so be it. I simply wanted to make sure that I have him tell me whether I taste sweet or bitter before my soul leaves this sinful body.

But when Mona's music did get a bit louder than before, I shoved his face into the mattress and climbed on top of him to close the little distance that was between us to have our bodies touching. However, he was trembling under me from the hard thrusts he had just received.

It was all nice and slow until I reached the end of him and bit the left side of his shoulder so hard that he screamed out of pain, and so lovely that he was distracted enough for me to truly go in as far as to hit something. And then I did circles inside of him, spreading him out, spitting on my hand, and wiping it on his asshole. Pounding him until all I could feel were his walls contracting.

"…too…ah…much…"

He dared to complain after I had tried my best to be considerate by stretching him out.

"Then hold it up."

"What?"

"Your ass. Lift it higher and spread it open."

An eternity later, he did get his knees up on the mattress with his hands on each side of the ass cheeks, but the more I was thrusting into him, the more his hands faltered and reached to hold onto the mattress instead. I was fully standing on the bed at this point, squatting down on top of him, holding him up by his waist mostly, sometimes hips.

He just laid there, mouth agape and salivating while I went in and out of him.

My balls started making more sounds than I would've liked as they hit his own while his now, leaking cock was swaying back and forth rapidly.

The more I fucked him, the lower his ass went, despite the many attempts at holding him up. I was literally pounding him into the mattress, but what I truly didn't enjoy was that his cock was jerking itself off by rubbing against the blanket after he ended up, belly flat on it.

"Turn around."

"Mmm…"

"That's not a word."

I pulled out, spit on his hole, turned him on his back, and leaned in, trapping his head between my arms.

"Lost your voice already?"

He weakly nodded.

"I'm closer now, so moan softly into my ear."

It sure started that way since I went inside him with caution, paying attention to fucking the inside of his ear with my tongue and the inside of his mouth with two fingers.

Fingers which he obediently sucked. The same fingers I used to wet him more and stretch him further.

But he got tighter instead for some reason.

It started to hurt in a sick, enjoyable type of way.

"Are you forever a virgin? Huh?"

I joked, but he continued to moan as if I'd said nothing, eyes unfocused and unresponsive to words. However, perfectly responsive to the fucking.

Licked the red, saliva-filled edges of his mouth and pinched his nipples until they were up, hard and a shade of deep pink so I could bite them while I slowly rocked him back and forth. He seemed to like that since one hand went down slyly, reaching for his cock.

"No, no."

He had a visible, negative reaction to me denying him another orgasm.

His fist hit the sides of the bed with each thrust or pull of the abused nipple. Either way, he was pouting and moaning at the same time.

"You want to cum?"

He nodded decisively.

"But you already came."

His moans were losing strength and all hope for him to talk was forgotten.

What was not impossible was this guttural noise that was an obvious childish complaint.

"Does your cock hurt?"

He nodded. I chuckled.

He didn't like that, so he reached down again, but I caught the hand and bit the perked up nipple at the same time.

He used a moan that he has never made ever before and I felt his cock twitching under me.

"So, you want to come?" I teased further. Trying to distract myself from fucking him like mad with mind-numbing conversation.

He nodded a bunch of times as the cum that leaked out was making the tip of his cock stick to his stomach just barely before it bounced back up.

"Then sit on top."

He seemed confused. I rolled my eyes, although I knew that he couldn't possibly have seen that.

Lifted him up by the waist, prompted my back against the bed's headboard, and with his back facing me, had him go up and down nicely. Cock swaying up and down freely in the air while he remained seated, trying to hold onto the soft material of the headboard just to keep himself up.

Regardless, he barely did any of the squats since I was the one who lifted him up by the waist and pushed him down further than he wanted sometimes. It was when he went fully in and exclaimed out that I started pounding into him, so I could focus on teasing the abandoned little cock that was screaming for much-needed attention.

I pulled on the whole cock, pulled its foreskin, and his balls, and then pushed my pinkie inside his piss hole. The swaying back and forth that he was doing on his own was more of a protest now than anything else, but it made more room for me inside him so I kept doing it until his own hand wanted to take control and that's when I held him by the chin and started fucking him as hard as I wanted to until he fell face first forwards once again, screaming with a newfound voice.

"No…no…no..." He talked for the first time in a while when he got on his knees. I wasn't pulling fully out this time since there was not enough space and it appeared like that was what had him ejaculating without either of us jerking him off properly even once.

All over Fred's bed.

I held that pose for a long while. In and out, back and in, hitting the same spot that had him mewing. Squeezing his thighs when he wanted to run, immobilizing his arms when I wanted to go deeper instead of faster.

But at some point, he just collapsed, without making any sound while I went in and out deeply, at a comfortable, fast speed.

The insides of his ass were arranging themselves to my shape, at last. And I was ready to keep going like this for hours. But Jungkook didn't seem to feel the same.

"Too…full…tired…Nam…ah…no…"

As soon as he started talking, I grabbed a hold of his neck and shoved my tongue inside his mouth since his words were just moans that sometimes sounded like words. I kept fucking his mouth while I kept fucking him. But he just had to lightly push me. So, with a sigh and a groan, I humored him:

"What?"

"Can we..a..break.."

"You want a break?"

He nodded, so I bit his tongue.

"a..w…."

"But I didn't cum once."

"…s.ow..rrah..y..a.."

"That's all you got to say?"

He didn't respond.

"You're not even moving. All you have to do is let me fuck you. And you don't even want to do that?"

He didn't respond to that either, so I asked, with a second sigh, while fucking him harder, feeling that going slow or fast wouldn't change how he felt at this point: "Does it hurt?"

"..N..ah…n..ooo..."

"Are you lying?"

"Aaa…n…oo..a..."

'Liar.'

"Then?"

"…feah…fel…fullah."

"What's fullah?" I copied the sound with a small smile.

"…F…ull."

"And you don't like being filled by me?"

"N…ot…at..h….tah.."

I bit the left side of his chin lightly.

"Will you help me cum first?"

He nodded.

I grinned.

"Hhoooowowow?" He tried asking when I started pounding him while forcing his ass back by pulling onto both hands by the wrists, horizontal to the mattress until he sounded like one ongoing monk chant.

But that didn't do anything for me.

However, I kept pounding him, at the same time letting him believe that just fucking him senseless was going to cut it.

And after more or less half an hour of just going in and out of him without mercy, he started figuring out that I was merely enjoying doing what I was doing, and that ejaculating was not a priority on my list.

"How?" Jungkook asked in one breath.

'Why do you sound like you've been running when I am the one who's doing all the work?' I thought.

"I don't know."

Furrowed brows, closed eyes and a salivating mouth had me smiling without him knowing once again.

"Whattt dooahoo aaahh yyouuu emmahm meah meaaan?!"

"It takes me a long time to cum." I confessed.

"No shit." He deadpanned, coherently for once.

"So, you'd have to do something that really turns me on to make me cum faster than…I don't know…one to two more hours?"

His upper lip joined the lower one for the first time in the past two hours.

"Lilloalke ike whhaaat?!"

"Hmm…Do you like being spanked?"

"Doahhn knooahw…"

I turned him on his belly and spanked him as softly as I could.

"Tell me when it hurts. Soapy something. What was our safe word again?"

"Aah, again."

"Are you sure it's again? I could swear it was about something from the bathroom…"

"Spaankk agaaain…"

"Aa, you liked that? No can do. Tell me, what's our safe word?"

"Bubbbbbllle?"

"Nah."

"Shoheoooweer?"

"Don't think so." I shook my head.

"You're just…buying time to fuck me more, aren't you?!"

I was grinning when I let out a playful: "Bingo."

I spanked hard, one after the other, the skin around his ass was getting redder and it stood out against the white so much more. But it was only making me realize how much I liked fucking him so I started talking while his tongue was out, hands outstretched, and cock hard once more:

"I can't believe we forgot our own safe word. We only had one so far. It's not like we had ten and can't remember which one…"

"Nahahmjun."

"Ha? What did you say?"

"Cum."

"Me?"

"Me."

"Oh."

I turned him on his back, went inside him deeply in one go, and started spanking his hard cock without targeting any specific part of it. Not even six spanks in and he was spraying up to his belly bottom.

"Not fair," I complained while he was still at the mercy of his orgasm.

But after that, he seemed content with just laying there, moving up and down slightly in tandem with my thrusts, eyes shut, scooping some of his own cum on one finger to show me how he sucked on it like a good boy. He even licked the liquid slowly and then swallowed it all. He went as far as to stick out his tongue while I lightly choked him enough to change the color of his face.

"Your cock is so small and red now." I let him know.

"Namjoon!" He sounded angry but didn't move one bit.

"You say you're too full, huh…"

I pulled out of the deliciousness that was his now red, swollen hole and climbed on top of him, balls on his nose. Lips aligned to my asshole perfectly.

"Lick then."

For a few moments, he didn't move. Hell. I couldn't even feel him breathing.

And in that silence, it dawned on me that what I wanted to orgasm was to punish him. I never wanted anyone to lick my asshole or even come anywhere near it, but this was not about that.

This was making him do something that he'd never forget. Something he'd never agree to unless he felt guilty about something. Something to let me know that he was indeed sorry. An act that was submissive enough to make me shoot everything I had straight into his pretty little mouth.

To my relief, Jungkook licked. Shyly at first and then with much-needed pressure. For sure, aware that the better job he did, the faster it will be over. He kept licking and with little movement on my part, the tip of his tongue went in. I started pumping myself to let him know that he had to do that again and again, and again.

Until his tongue was fucking my asshole as deeply as a tiny tongue could.

And I did not enjoy the sensation, nor did it make me want to fuck him.

But it made my stomach tingle and turn, thinking of emotions that I was imagining he might be currently feeling.

And when I looked back and saw that he was hard, I felt like I would've cum on the mattress instead of his mouth if I jerked myself just a little bit harder.

That's when I shoved my dick inside his mouth, and he tried to move away since my cock was hurting his throat. His teeth were hitting the sides as I went in and out with small movements a few times before letting all of the cum go down his throat.

I was hearing him gulp it down in the silence. Struggling to breathe and swallow at the same time.

I was half-sitting on his chest while he was still catching his breath.

My half-soft, half-hard dick was still spread straight onto his chest while I jerked his hard-on with one hand. It took only one finger occasionally going in, and a few strokes for him to orgasm one more time.

'You got hard from that, huh…'

I let him ride it out only to lay down next to him, and enthusiastically ask, when it looked like he was seconds away from falling asleep: "Bitter or sweet? Hey. Don't go to sleep yet and tell me."

He swallowed dryly and talked, without opening his eyes, nor moving a muscle: "Both."

"What does that taste like? Hey. Tell me something that's similar. Jungkook...? Already asleep? Pff…But I want to do it again."