Thread by @kumatokkii

uhh here is 1.3k of Jin getting sucked off in the kitchen while he cooks, by a very h u n g r y Jungkookie 👀🥺

((I wrote this at the start of the year, be gentle with me! ;-;))

“Kook-ah! Come taste this please!”

Seokjin sipped at the wooden spoon just once, smacking his lips trying to guess what it was that the broth was missing, frowning.

Something was off, there was something he needed to add to it, to make it perfect, make it good enough to bring that smile to Jungkook’s face.

Not that he ever admitted it out loud, but Jungkook’s happiness over Seokjin’s cooking was one of the things he looked forward to the most in the day, and the tastier the food, the bigger the smile.

It was like a weird, guilty pleasure, to be honest, maybe even slightly sexual, if Seokjin thought on it hard enough.

Jungkook’ moans when he ate, when he licked his cherry lips and let his eyes roll- it was a parallel to Jungkook being fucked hard, so similar that watching Jungkook eat was almost like watching porn, Seokjin striving for perfection, making him crave Jungkook’s satisfied groans.

But something was missing in the broth, too little salt, too little chilli, and Seokjin had been slurping at it for nearly a half hour, unable to figure it out.

So he’d called for help, shouting for Jungkook, needing the younger to taste and give him opinions.

Jungkook bounded into the kitchen, barefoot and in his lazy clothes, sweatpants and a dark shirt. It was casual but sexy, paired with messy hair and bright eyes, excited by the concept of being able to eat soon.

“You called me?”

“Yeah,” Seokjin tried not to drag his gaze down Jungkook’s body, tried to refrain from eyefucking in the kitchen. The kitchen was a sacred place, a clean place-- now was not the time.

“What’s up?”

Seokjin’s dick betrayed his brain though, blurting out the words before he could stop them.

“Need your mouth.”

Something dark passed through Jungkook’s eyes, matched with a smirk, a slight laugh, Jungkook stepping closer.

Seokjin avoided his gaze, clearing his throat as he spooned up more soup.

“My mouth?”

“To taste the broth,” Seokjin swallowed loudly, spoon full, waiting.

Jungkook dropped to his knees instead.

“W-what are you doing?” Seokjin jerked away, bumping into the counter behind him, trying to stop the liquid spilling from the wooden spoon. “Jungkook--”

“Tasting your cock, hyung. Like you asked.”

“No, that’s not what I fucking said--”

But Jungkook was pulling down his slacks, was diving in to suck the soft cotton of Seokjin’s briefs, tongue hot at the head of his dick, licking the fabric until it started to soak.

The wooden spoon was discarded back into the pot, simmering off to the side, as Seokjin’s hands found messy hair, gasping as Jungkook mouthed against him.

“Not in the kitchen,” Seokjin huffed, toes curling in his fuzzy slippers. “Jungkook--”

“But you asked me to taste,” Jungkook pouted, lips rubbed red from the cotton of Seokjin’s briefs, looking like a dream on his knees for his hyung. “And I’m so hungry.”

When the fabric was pulled away, pants and briefs yanked down Seokjin’s shaking thighs, Jungkook licked the head of his cock quickly, just once, before dragging his tongue down the length, coming to suck hard at Seokjin’s balls.

Seokjin hissed, pulled harder in Jungkook’s hair, and Jungkook giggled against him, lapping away at the underside of his cock, eyes sparkling with glee.

“Come on,” Jungkook whined, nosing at his dick, tongue lolled out and wet. “Feed me hyung, feed meeee--”

Seokjin could never say no to Jungkook, not when his eyes were so wide and pretty, lips parting, Seokjin running his hand from Jungkook’s hair to his own cock, guiding it inside gently.

“You’re a fucking menace,” Seokjin murmured, watching as his length was swallowed down happily, Jungkook preening, the stars in his eyes drowning in tears that had yet to fall. “Distracting me while I slave away in the kitchen for you, trying to make you yummy food.”

Jungkook muffled out something that sounded like a sorry, but the cock in his mouth made it hard to understand, spit frothing in the corners of bright lips, taking in more as Seokjin angled his face for it.

There was no way Seokjin wanted to admit that this was way more fun than cooking, not yet-- he liked seeing Jungkook squirm sometimes, like it when Jungkook flushed with shame.

“If this takes too long, your food is gonna burn, and I won’t be cooking any more tonight.”

Pretty eyes grew wide at the thought of no homemade food, of the thought of having to fend for himself, cheeks burning pink, jaw stretching wider.

Soon Seokjin was buried in the back of Jungkook’s tight throat, that dewy sloped nose pressing into the trimmed hair at the base of his cock, slick with spit bubbles, Jungkook huffing hard.

Seokjin couldn’t stop the groan that rumbled up his chest, the flutter of his own lashes, patting back Jungkook’s soft hair with reverence.

There was a weak whine escaping around his cock, and Jungkook pulled back with a sticky gasp, face wet with spit and tears, diving back in once the younger managed to pull in breath.

He worked fast, all tongue and moans and fingers, stroking Seokjin with determination, lapping away at the beading precum, not missing a drop, and Seokjin watched on with awe, hearing Jungkook suck loudly, hearing the broth bubble on the stove top to the side.

“Kook,” Seokjin was getting close, thighs shaking, pulling into Jungkook’s dark hair, tangling it around his hands. “Jungkook, wait--”

Jungkook didn’t like it much, didnt like having cum in his mouth, didn’t usually like to swallow, but he didn’t slow this time, just looked up with doe eyes and swollen lips, sucking Seokjin down greedily, hand milking his length, the other cupping and squeezing his balls gently.

Seokjin couldn’t hold back, even if he’d wanted to, not with that pretty gaze on him, begging so desperately.

The first spurt had Jungkook squeaking, surprised, nose scrunching, but he powered through it, throat bobbing, swallowing back as Seokjin gasped and gasped and gasped.

Jungkook didn’t let any spill, didn’t break eye contact once, just worked Seokjin until he was softening inside his warm mouth, sensitive and a little sore, Jungkook pulling back with a wet pop.

“I swallowed,” Jungkook rasped, voice shattered, looking proud of himself. “Did you like it?”

“Sure,” Seokjin didn’t want to give the boy too much praise, knew what it did for Jungkook’s ego, how smug the younger would get. “Can you taste the broth now, please? It’s missing something, I need your fickle taste buds.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes with a giggle, took the spoon into his hands, and sipped while Seokjin tucked his soft cock back beneath his pajamas.

Jungkook swallowed the broth, pondered a moment, and then grinned wildly.

“It’s too salty.”

Seokjin punched him in the arm, playfully.

“You just swallowed cum, of course it’s too salty! Get out, I’ll figure it out myself--”

“Hyung,” Jungkook wrapped strong arms around Seokjin’s waist, pressed a kiss between tensed shoulder blades. “It’s delicious, it’s really good. Everything you cook is perfect, so please don’t stress so much. I love your food, no matter what.”

“I want it to be amazing for you.” Seokjin stirred the broth more, watching it bubble. “Seeing you eat what I cook makes me so happy.”

“Then don’t try so hard, okay? Your food is always the best, I promise. Please don’t stress so hard?”

Seokjin sighed.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” and Jungkook’s lips tasted like salt and broth, the hint of chapstick, his perfect, sweet, naughty boyfriend. “Okay, I’ll relax more, I promise.”

Jungkook giggled against his mouth cutely, blinking with big eyes.

“Can you compliment me for swallowing now, please? I did a good job.”

Seokjin poked him in the ribs, loving his little squeaks and squeals, pushing him out of the kitchen.

“I’ll compliment you after you get the table ready for dinner-- it’s ramen time.”

“Oh fuck yes, ramen! You’re the best Seokjin hyung!”

Maybe the broth wasn’t perfect, in the end, but Jungkook ate so happily, looked so pleased and warm and full, and that was all Seokjin really needed in the end.

Nothing was better, than a happy Jungkook, after all.

✨✨The End uwuuuu✨✨