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Not a single one of Jungkook’s fans understood why he hated being called oppa. At first, he just expressed distaste for older women calling him this, and everyone assumed it was because the honorific was incorrect. It was a good guess on their part, but it wasn’t correct. Everyone became even more confused when Jungkook made a public statement via Twitter asking everyone to stop calling him oppa. There were a series of theories, but the whole thing eventually died down. Jungkook let himself into his luxury apartment, a sigh leaving his lips. He had somehow managed to survive another day filled with dreadfully boring meetings about his upcoming tour, and he really didn’t know how he’d done it. His brain felt like a pile of mush in his head, and he wanted nothing more than to relax. It seemed like his prayers had been answered when he heard the soft music coming from their bedroom. He knew exactly what was going on; Namjoon was getting ready. He simply slipped his shoes off and made his way into the living room. He knew better than to interrupt Namjoon during this. He had gotten home rather late today, so he assumed that his boyfriend was almost done. Jungkook settled down on the couch and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. He would know the second when his boyfriend was finished, and then he would set things into motion. After not even five minutes of Jungkook relaxing on the couch, the soft music stopped playing. He immediately straightened up, excited that the fun was about to begin. When he heard the bedroom door creak open and someone shuffle away from it he pushed himself off the couch and made his way in. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart.” Was the first thing that left Jungkook’s lips when he stepped into their shared bedroom. Namjoon was perched on the edge of the bed, his legs crossed in a dainty, feminine pose. His tan skin was adorned in peach-colored lace lingerie; a bralette, panties, and a pair of sheer, knee-high stockings. “My pretty little peach.” He praised, taking another step closer and connecting their lips in a sloppy kiss.
When they pulled apart, Namjoon scooted back onto the bed and leaned against the headboard. Jungkook took this as a chance to step to the side and start undressing. “What, can’t you speak?” He asked as he unzipped his jacket and slipped it off. Once Namjoon was given permission, he looked up at Jungkook with wide eyes. “Thank you, oppa, for saying I look pretty.” He said softly, his voice high and feminine.There it was; the answer to the question that had plagued the minds of Jungkook’s fans since the very beginning of his career. Not long after they had gotten together, Namjoon had proposed the idea of calling Jungkook this. He explained that he didn’t mind if the honorific wasn’t correct, it was just a power play thing, and that it pushed him so, /so/ far into his submissive headspace. Jungkook had agreed without a moment’s hesitation, and the title of ‘oppa’ had been reserved for Namjoon ever since that day. Jungkook was back on the bed next to Namjoon as soon as he had stripped, smashing their lips in a heated kiss. Namjoon’s cock was already pathetically hard in his too tight panties, and he was whimpering into the kiss. It was moments like this that Jungkook really savored. There wasn’t anyone around to scrutinize his every move, or to try and find some way to involve him in a career ending scandal; it was just him and Namjoon, who were perfectly content being wrapped up in each other's arms as they were off in their own little world. As much as he enjoyed the teasing - and he knew Namjoon did too - Jungkook was eager to move onto other things. He pulled back from the kiss, admiring the way Namjoon's lips were slightly swollen from the way they had been kissing. "Did you do what you were supposed to, baby doll?" Namjoon nodded vigorously. "Yes oppa. I did." He reached over to grab a short length of rope from the bedside table and then handed it to Jungkook. He then got onto his knees and turned his back to Jungkook. He was doing everything right, just like he always did. "I stretched myself as well."Jungkook just murmured a 'good girl' in response before he started to tie Namjoon's hands behind his back. He had gotten quite good at this - they'd been doing it for years now - and always made sure that the knot was secure enough to keep Namjoon's wrists bound, but would come undone with just one pull in a certain place from the submissive if he needed it to. Once Jungkook was content with the way his boyfriend's wrists were tied he moved back a little and tapped Namjoon's back so he knew he could turn around. "I'm going to fuck your throat, Joon. If I think you did well enough for me I might let you cum. Do you understand?" A weak nod came from Namjoon. Anyone observing the scene probably would've assumed that Namjoon didn't want this, but that was far from the truth. This weak, shy persona was nothing more than an act."Come on, then. My cock isn't going to suck itself." Jungkook said sternly, sitting down on the bed and letting his legs fall open. This was Namjoon's favorite part of their play. It was the point where Jungkook went from sweet to mean, throwing degrading words Namjoon's way until he was sobbing. Namjoon would've apologized if he could have, but after several harsh punishments he knew better than to speak unless he was given permission to or had been asked a question. He scrambled forward on the bed to get closer to Jungkook. No matter how many times he did this it never got any easier. It wasn't that he couldn't take Jungkook's cock in his mouth, it was the awkward position. He leaned forward on his knees as he tried to get the tip in his mouth without falling on top of his boyfriend. "Don't fucking tease!" Jungkook spat when Namjoon started to teasingly lick at the head of his cock. He tangled his fingers in Namjoon's hair, forcing him down further onto his cock. Namjoon gagged and instinctively tried to pull off, but Jungkook's hand held him firmly in place. Tears were already welling up in his eyes, which was just what Jungkook wanted.If there was one thing Namjoon was good at, it was sucking cock. Jungkook came embarrassingly quick the first time Namjoon had blown him and he really hadn't built up any more self-control since. Namjoon's throat was just too tight around him, and the way he incorporated his tongue the whole time drove Jungkook wild. After a few minutes of choking and Jungkook forcing him down further, Namjoon finally had Jungkook's entire cock in his mouth, his nose pressing against the toned muscle of Jungkook's lower abdomen. At this point Namjoon was already gone, so deep in his submissive headspace that he could do nothing but whine at the degradation and let his eyes roll back in his head on particularly deep thrusts."Such a filthy fucking whore. Everyone thinks you're a good girl, but here you are whining and choking on my cock like a cheap slut." Jungkook groaned, tightening his grip in Namjoon's hair. His movements were starting to get sloppy as he tried to delay his release, but he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "You better swallow every drop when I finish if you want to cum tonight. If you don't I'm going to edge you as many times as I want and you won't finish at all."Namjoon tried his best to nod, the task proving to be difficult with such a big dick stuffing his mouth full. He let out an especially needy whine in response in hope that would let Jungkook know he understood. He definitely didn't need to be told twice. Even if he hadn't been asked to, Namjoon would make sure to swallow every bit of Jungkook's cum he possibly could; not because he wanted to please his boyfriend, but because he absolutely loved the way it tasted. Tears were rapidly streaming down his face now. The throat fucking, hair pulling, and degradation were just so overwhelming that he couldn't help it.Jungkook assumed that the whimper was a substitute for a 'yes,' so he started forcing his cock in as deep as he could. A string of profanities spilled from his lips as he neared his release. When he finally came he pushed in as far as he could, yanking at Namjoon's hair before finishing with a shout of the older's name. He knew that Namjoon wasn't fond of breaks in the middle of a scene, so he tried not to waste any time recovering. He quickly pulled out of Namjoon's mouth and pushed the submissive backwards so he was laying on his back. He smiled when he noticed Namjoon was crying. "My baby did so well, didn't she?" He cooed, reaching up to cup Namjoon's cheek. When Namjoon was this deep in subspace praise often affected him even more than degradation. It made him feel like he was floating, which always led to him crying even harder. It was a wonderful mess of emotions that he loved so much. "Tell me what you want. You deserve a reward, pretty girl."Namjoon's mouth fell open, dumbly closing and opening as he tried to form a coherent sentence. "Fuck me with your fingers?" He managed to finally squeak out. It wasn't supposed to sound so much like a question, but Namjoon couldn't help it. He was such a mess right now. His eyes fluttered shut and he stuck his tongue out just to show Jungkook that he had swallowed everything. A condescending laugh came from Jungkook. "Of course darling. Let's see if you can cum untouched, yeah?" The words coming from Jungkook were sweet, but his tone was almost mocking, just to make Namjoon feel dumb and push him as deep into his headspace as he possibly could.Jungkook didn't bother reaching for lube both because he knew Namjoon had already prepped himself and because he knew it was better if it hurt just a little. He slipped a few of his fingers into Namjoon's still open mouth to gather just a bit of spit to ease the slide slightly. He brought his fingers down to tease over Namjoon's rim, pulling the panties aside. He was startled by the high-pitched whine that broke through the room. "Back in my mouth? Please?" Usually Jungkook would've punished Namjoon for speaking out of turn, but he could tell that Namjoon was too far gone to realize what he had done. With tears running down his cheeks and his hair wildly disheveled, Namjoon looked too prefect to deny. Jungkook didn't bother to reply. He started to drag his fingers along Namjoon's entrance again, bringing his other hand up to the submissive's mouth.Namjoon eagerly sucked a few of Jungkook's fingers into his mouth. Finger sucking was something he generally reserved for aftercare as it helped him calm down, but they had never involved it in a scene before. His eyes fell shut as he sucked on the fingers, soft moans leaving his lips as Jungkook worked his fingers into his ass.Even though Namjoon had prepped himself he was still tight. It took Jungkook a few minutes to work three fingers into Namjoon, but it was worth it when he brushed over Namjoon's prostate. His whole body teased, a sob ripping through him as he clenched around Jungkook's fingers. Jungkook smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to Namjoon's hip before continuing. With Jungkook continually hitting his prostate Namjoon was already close to finishing. Moans and whimpers were muffled slightly by the fingers in his mouth, but it was still obvious how desperate he was. Jungkook started to move his fingers as fast he could, encouraging Namjoon to cum as he did so.As soon as he was given permission Namjoon cried out - which sounded almost like a scream - and came, painting his abdomen with his own cum. He panted as he recovered from his orgasm, looking up at Jungkook with big innocent eyes. "I love you oppa." Namjoon murmured around Jungkook's fingers. He was so worn out that as soon as he let his eyes fall shut, he drifted off to sleep, leaving Jungkook to clean him up and make sure everything was alright. While Jungkook would've loved to spend some time cuddling and talking with his boyfriend, he wouldn't have changed this night at all.