Thread by @rmonolisa

Have we ever talked about jungkook walking in on Namjoon humping a plushie because I would like us to talk about it

Ok wait

Jungkook didn't knock because he never does - Namjoon's door is always open for them, it's what makes Jungkook feel like he can come in and bother him with his trouble at any time of the day. There's music playing softly in Namjoon's room and the door is already half open.

He pushes it open and only gets to put one foot in Namjoon's bedroom before his brain freezes him and empties of all thoughts. He forgets what he's here for and what was troubling him. It doesn't matter - at least it can't matter more than the vivid daydream he walked in on.

Namjoon is laying on his bed, pants on the floor but still clad in underwear and a white FG sweatshirt. His socks are dirty black and usually Jungkook would balk but as it is he doesn't care, frozen in place by the sight of Namjoon rolling his hips against the bed.

Or--- not against the bed

There's something obnoxiously pink under Namjoon, something that looks soft and furry, something like the dozens of cute plushies littering his bedroom. Something that Namjoon is currently very much rutting on, hips dragging slowly against the toy.

Jungkook can see all of Namjoon where he stands - from the way his ass clench under the fabric of his underwear to the way his long body is curled on the bed, knees pulled up and honey thighs on display.

Namjoon rolls his hips down and stills, body tight.

He moves again after a second, a content sigh escaping his lips, the sound muffled by a pillow.

Jungkook watches Namjoon's toes curl and his back bow, one of his arm sneaking under him to press on the plushie, and when Namjoon flattens himself back on the bed he actually moans.

Jungkook's head is empty of all rational thoughts and that sound echoes in his head, loud and liquid as it drips in his veins, vibrates under his skin. His heart drums in his ribcage, and he assumes that's the reason why his hands are so shaky all of sudden.

Namjoon is humping a stuffed toy.

Namjoon is humping a stuffed toy, and while he knows his leader to be a lover of sex and of all things cute, none of these words make sense.

Namjoon is humping a stuffed toy. Namjoon is pressing a plushie against his crotch and moaning.

Namjoon. Namjoon!

The name itself is enough to fuel Jungkook's dreams, but this is the stuff of nightmares - delicious, delirious nightmares.

Namjoon moans again and Jungkook startles, feels as sluggish and slow as if he was drunk.

It does look like something he'd come up with when he breathes more alcohol than oxygen and nothing is stopping him from fancying himself his leader's lover.

The undulations of Namjoon's body are sinful, mesmerizing, tantalizing to watch as his hips rock gently and teasingly.

He's taking in time, in no rush as he grinds against the pink plushie, hips kicking down before he stills and wriggles his ass. His voice gets clearer, rougher when he turns his head towards the door where Jungkook is standing, eyes closed and lips parted to let out pretty sighs.

There's the slightest of frowns on his face, and he moves his arm, arching as he repositions the toy under him, moving it so the plumper part of it fits right under his crotch.

Jungkook can see two bright pink ears peeking under Namjoon's stomach when he bows his back now.

The realization hits Jungkook like a cold shower against his heated skin, and the warmth that follows burns as strongly as fire.

It's a Cooky plushie. Namjoon is humping a Cooky plushie, the bright pink muscle bunny Jungkook had designed himself. Namjoon is humping it.

Jungkook whimpers.

He can't help himself, the high pitched sound catching in his throat and disturbing the silence, because Namjoon humping Cooky feels like he's humping him, and Jungkook feels the ghost of hips grinding against him, the drag of rough underwear against his skin.

Jungkook doesn't have time to process the noise or the thoughts that go with it because Namjoon opens his eyes and stares right at Jungkook's panicked face.

He sits up immediately.

He sits up and it's worse for the brief second Jungkook can see the head of his dick caught in the elasticband of his underwear. Namjoon scrambles to cover himself, using the plushie, using Cooky, to hide his crotch. He's breathing fast and Jungkook feels awful.

He didn't mean to watch his hyung get off silently like a freak but everything was so surreal he forgot reason for a second and now Namjoon looks as panicked as he feels.

"Jungkook," he breathes out. "Jungkook fuck what- the door- door was-"

"O-open," Jungkook squeaks out.

Namjoon grips the stuffed toy tighter. "Idiot," he mutters, talking to himself.

Jungkook wants to say sorry, he's ready to apologize and get on his knees to beg and then cry because he's dumb and he's a pervert and he didn't mean to.

His knees wobble and he's ready to enact step one of his apology plan and grovel on the floor but before he can do much Namjoon speaks again.

"I'm sorry," he says, stealing the words from Jungkook's mouth. "I'm so- I thought the door was locked. You look so freaked out, god."

"I-I?"Jungkook stutters.

"I swear I didnt want you to see, this must look so disgusting--" Namjoon looks down at himself to appraise how disgusting this must look - that is to say, not in the slightest - and he stills as he looks at the plushie. He squeezes the shorter ear.

"God this is getting worse and worse," Namjoon mutters, big frame cowering on the bed. "I swear I didn't know it was Cooky, I just took the first thing I found, I didn't realize-- this must look so disgusting to you, I can't believe you had to see this, I'm so sorry-"

Namjoon says mean things about himself and it doesn't add up with how hot and bothered seeing him hump a stuffed toy made Jungkook.
Maybe that's what prompts him to speak, the need to make Namjoon realize Jungkook is infinitely creepier than him.

Jungkook stutters. "W-wa, I-"

He can't get the words out but at least Namjoon is listening to him, a worried look on his face.

"C-C-" Jungkook tries again but the words fail him, the knowledge of what he's trying to say choking him up. He swallows and points at the toy clutched in Namjoon's long fingers.

He steels himself.

"Can I- can I watch," he says and he can't quite believe it himself.

He regrets it and the past five minutes of his life as soon as it's out, the desperate urge to rewind back time making his hands shake, but at least Namjoon isn't insulting himself anymore.

Namjoon doesn't say anything, staring silently at him, which - that's fair.

Jungkook wouldn't know what to say either.

He fully expects Namjoon to yell at him, and he's trying to ready himself for that blow. It's not like he loves Namjoon an unusual amount, he's sure he won't be too heartbroken if Namjoon says he hates him.

"You-" Namjoon finally speaks and Jungkook holds onto his sweatpants, resolutely looking at the floor so he doesn't have to see the look on his face. "You want to watch. You want to watch me doing- that."

Nothing transpires from his voice, neutral if a bit curious.

"Jungkook," Namjoon calls, coaxing him to look up. Jungkook feels his face heat up with shame and embarrassment, but he lifts his head. It's hard not doing what Namjoon wants him to do. "It doesn't creep you out?"

Jungkook can't find it in him to answer so he shakes his head.

Namjoon bores holes into his face, lingering a second before his eyes trail down. Jungkook watches, helpless, as Namjoon gazes lower and lower until he reaches his crotch and stops there.

"Oh."

Jungkook doubts he's ever been this red or felt this mortified in his entire life.

Namjoon blinks, taking in the very obvious bulge in his pants. His posture relax and his eyes turn from doubtful to curious. Jungkook doesn't move an inch, standing there and letting himself be observed, ears red and burning.

After a minute, Namjoon speaks again.

"Ok," he says.

And when Jungkook fails to react because clearly his heart is beating too loud and it's covering the sound of Namjoon's voice and distorting his words, he repeats.

"Ok," he sounds more confident this time. "Yeah ok, you can watch."

Someone whines, and that someone is Jungkook. There's no way he's not dreaming this. There's no way this is real.

"Come in," Namjoon says, fidgeting behind the plushie he's still holding. "Close the door."

Jungkook may not be able to process Namjoon's answer immediately but his body knows how to follow orders and he finds himself stepping fully inside the room, locking the door and pressing his back against it for support. For all his muscles he feels pathetically weak right now.

He stares, wide-eyed, at Namjoon, trembling with anticipation. He waits.

Namjoon's eyes are bigger now, something shy and almost pleased as he watches Jungkook make a fool of himself with how eager he acts. He looks down at himself briefly, at the pink toy clutched in his hands.

His fingers clench and unclench, pawing hesitantly at it like a cat before he slowly, slowly pulls the plushie away from his crotch.

Jungkook whines again.

Namjoon's lips part at the sound like he's trying to drink it in and Jungkook watches Namjoon and wants to drink him.

His cock is a bit softer than when he last caught sight of it, but it's still hard, caught in the waistband of his underwear, shiny head nestled under his navel.

There's a small wet patch on the pink fur of the plushie as Namjoon arranges it, setting it so he's facing Jungkook.

He shakes the toy, shaping it again so it's plumper, Cooky's ears pointing towards Jungkook. He shuffles closer to it when he deems it good enough, until it fits between his knees and his clothed balls rest against the squishy toy.

He seems to hesitate on where to put his hands but he ultimately grabs onto the plushie's ears.

He glances up Jungkook's face then, like he's checking he's still watching.

He looks him in the eyes, defiant and heated, and grinds down.

Jungkook thinks he'd fall if he wasn't leaning so heavily on the door.

It's different. The position is different - Namjoon is more on display than he's covered, dick showing above the sweatshirt caught between it and his belly. He can see his face, sweaty and so pretty.

Namjoon looks embarrassed, something shy in the way he rocks his hips at first, but he must see something he likes on Jungkook's face because his face grows more open, his reactions more honest and more played up at the same time.

He sighs softly, starting on a slow pace.

He rolls his hips lazily against plushie at first, building his full erection back up, but his arms twitch, hands gripping at Cooky's ears when he starts getting into it again.

He huffs, lips parting beautifully, and his hips rock a bit harder against the stuffed toy.

He looks down, watching his own cock as he rubs himself into the pink fur, and from the way his hips jerk, it's a sight he likes which - Jungkook can relate to that.

He put a hand on his mouth not to make any embarrassing noise, and he shakes with desire as he watches Namjoon.

It's Cooky. It's Cooky between Namjoon's legs, Cooky he's smearing sweat and precum on, it's Cooky and everytime Namjoon rolls down against it Jungkook feels it in his skin.

Namjoon uses his hold on its ears to press it towards him, moaning when he rolls his hips down again.

Jungkook feels every jerks of Namjoon's hips, every twitches of his legs, every pulses of his cock, like he were grinding against him, like he was the toy Namjoon was rutting against, as ready and willing to be used if not more.

God he wants Namjoon to use him too.

Jungkook is so painfully hard, only finding salvation in the fact he's wearing sweatpants as opposed to tight fitting jeans. He wants to touch himself but he doesn't want to ruin it, doesn't want Namjoon to kick him out now.

So he bites the inside of his cheeks and covers his mouth and when Namjoon closes his eyes and throws his head back, Jungkook tries not to moan too loudly.

He's doing a poor job at it but Namjoon reacts to the sound and that's a wonder in itself. He shudders and moans back.

His skin is starting to shine with sweat and he keeps making those soft, rough little noises in his throat as he humps the plushie, carefully picking up his pace. His body is tight with arousal but his expression is so relaxed, so content and careless.

Namjoon tenses up, stilling and pressing the toy so harshly against himself his knuckles turn white. He's trembling a bit and Jungkook fears he's coming but then he loosens his grip and pulls back, and when he grinds down next he stills to wriggle against the plushie.

He lets out a small, pleased 'ah' when he resumes the action, hips circling against Cooky to tease his pleasure out of himself.

Jungkook has no idea how he's controlling himself not to rut blindly. Jungkook can't even stop himself from bucking up uselessly into thin air.

He moans, too loud behind his hand and Namjoon's eyes open again, eyelids heavy and stare heavier. It drags down the length of Jungkook's body then back up and Namjoon lets out a sultry 'uh' and curls in on himself. He curves over the plushie, bowing beautifully on the bed.

He humps the toy more roughly, shirt sliding slightly down his sweaty back, and Jungkook wonders if the change of pace is for him or because of him, if seeing him made Namjoon needier or if Namjoon is trying to make him needier.

"Shit" Namjoon curses, grinding down hard enough that the bed shakes, and he bounces a bit on the bed. "Shit shit shit"

He moans and one of his hands release Cooky's ear to wrench in the sheets. He pants and rests his forehead against the mattress, voice muffled.

He grows more impatient in that position, actually rutting now, and Jungkook can only imagine him leaking on the soft pink fur of the plushie.

"Jungkook," Namjoon calls, voice hoarse, and Jungkook flinches, dick twitching just from this. "Touch- fuck."

Namjoon's back arches.

He grumbles like something displeases him and after a second, raises himself on a shaky hand, so he can actually look at Jungkook from the bed.

His eyes on him are so heated, so lustful and feverish, Jungkook thinks he could cry.

"Touch yourself," Namjoon says, voice rough.

Jungkook's heart misses a beat.

"Hn," he whines out, tries to make it sound like a question.

"Touch- touch yourself, show me," Namjoon says, and he doesn't need to be told twice this time.

He keeps a hand on his mouth and fumbles to shove one hand down his pants.

He almost sobs with relief.

"Feels good?" Namjoon asks, and Jungkook has to close his eyes because the relief is too good and for a second he's afraid he's going to come. "Tell me Kookie."

He nods blindly, and moans. "It's wet," he says behind his hand.

He is so wet, so damn wet and leaking precum even though he didn't touch himself. God, what was Namjoon doing to him.

He hears him moan, a long drawn out ah that has him opening his eyes again.

Namjoon is watching him, watching him as he humps the plushie, watching only him.

He's never felt so hot, never felt so aroused in his life. He grabs his cock clumsily, palms at himself more than he jerks off. He can't focus on his own pleasure and on Namjoon at the same time - which is fine because watching Namjoon is pleasure itself anyway.

He can catch glimpses of the tip of his cock now that he's holding himself up on his forearm. His other arm is fully under him, under the plushie, pressing it back against his dick, and from the way he's rutting, Namjoon must be getting close.

He breathes out, quick series of ahs and uhs, biceps visibly shaking from holding himself up. He grinds down hard and fast, chasing after his orgasm, dragging his cock over the soft pink fur with desperation that Jungkook has never seen on him.

He has to squeeze the base of his cock not to cum - Namjoon is close and he doesn't want to miss it. He swallows back and muffles all the sound he makes, attentive to every twitches of Namjoon's body, every hitches of his breaths.

When Namjoon finally comes, it's beautiful.

He gives a few hard thrusts, then stills with a gasp, body taut and lips parted, and after a second he grinds against Cooky again, slower, more sluggish.

Jungkook comes with him, biting on his hand not to whine when he gets to watch Namjoon's pupils blow wide with bliss.

Namjoon slumps forward, body lax, and Jungkook's legs give out.

He slides against the door until he's sitting flat on his ass, hand still stuck inside his dirty boxer briefs.

Jungkook watches Namjoon pant on the bed and he tries to catch his breath behind his palm.

It hinders him but he's unwilling to take off his hand, because his breathing sounds whiny and he doesn't want to disturb Namjoon when he looks so peaceful.

After a minute Namjoon sighs and sits up. There are a few drops of semen on his shirt, but it's nothing compared to Cooky.

Namjoon lifts the plushie and pulls a face, and that's when Jungkook gets to see the patches of wet fur, the white spots on the soft plushie, and his dick hurts again in his hand.

Namjoon throws Cooky on the floor and tucks himself back in. Then he sets his eyes on him.

Namjoon takes him in his form, small and cowering against the door, and he slowly gets up from the bed. His legs are shaky at first but he advances towards him, and soon enough Jungkook has to look up at him.

Namjoon crouches down when he reaches him.

He gazes down at the hand still stuck in his sweatpants and he grabs his wrist, gently pulling it out.

"Your hand is dirty," Namjoon says softly. He seems to hesitate a second, biting on his lips before he brings Jungkook's hand to his mouth and sucks on his pinky.

All the air is punched out of Jungkook's lungs. He watches, frozen, as Namjoon carefully takes each of his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean of his cum. When he releases Jungkook's thumb, his lips are shiny and Jungkook feels very close to crying.

He licks his lips and he leans in, pressing his lips against the back of Jungkook's hand, an innocent peck where his mouth is hidden.

When he draws back, he pulls Jungkook's hand away from his mouth, and he smiles, a bit awkward but more happy.

"That was a weird right?" He says, laughing.

Jungkook nods but says, "I liked it."

"Me too, but that doesn't make it any less weird," Namjoon says, cheeks still flushed from his orgasm, smile still gentle on his face.

"Since we're being weird..." Jungkook mumbles, "if I ask you if I can keep the plushie, what at the chances you'll say yes?"

"Zero!" Namjoon says, beaming brightly. "But it was worth a try. Hey, don't pout."

"I'm not pouting," Jungkook says, though he is, in fact, pouting.

And maybe that's the weirdest part - not Namjoon humping plushies, not Jungkook being turned on by it - but the ease with which Namjoon talks to him afterwards and the fondness in his eyes even now.

It makes him wonder if one day he could be the one Namjoon is humping against.