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When someone knocks on the door, Jungkook already knows who to expect and a soft smile spreads on his lips. He doesn't need to say a word that Namjoon gets in with a glass of milk. Since the beginning of the week, Namjoon has set this new habit and Jungkook can't say he is unhappy.
He hasn't been in this apartment for long but Seokjin and Namjoon take good care of him, each in their own way. Namjoon may not know how to cook well - how can someone burn rice in a rice-cooker ? - but he helps him with his assignments when Jungkook asks well-enough. Pouty lips, big doe eyes and fidgeting with his shirt ; that's how he makes Namjoon give in.
Namjoon caresses his hair as Jungkook gently drinks the milk. It's still cold but not freezing cold, the right temperature for Jungkook's delicate throat. Somehow, it fills his chest with a warm feeling ; he truly is well-taken care of.
Jungkook allows himself to close his eyelids and enjoy the moment. His eyes hurt from too much screen exposure. Gratefully, his hyungs don't let him spend his whole life on it like he used to in his former apartment-share. Seokjin has made a rule that no one should work after dinner and as he cooks for them all, they eat together whenever they are home.
"Is it good?" Namjoon asks him with his low velvety voice.
Jungkook feels a bit groggy as he opens his eyes but he still gives a strong nod. "Your milk is the best." Even if Namjoon certainly only opens a pack of it and pours it into the glass, it still means a lot.
Namjoon seems to puff out his chest at the compliment, a dimpled smile brightening his face. "You do like it a lot." He passes his thumb on the corner of Jungkook's mouth, collecting a drop. "You don't want to waste any of it, though."
Jungkook closes his lips around the digit and, for an embarrassing instant, finds himself sucking it. He immediately moves back, blushing warm- What is he doing ?
Instead of looking bothered, Namjoon only licks Jungkook's saliva off his thumb and takes back the empty glass. "Good boy," he says, caressing the side of his neck before leaving the room.
Jungkook struggles to go back to his assignment. His neck is warm where Namjoon touched him and the taste of milk lingers on his tongue. He licks his lips clean, feeling like the finger still is pressed between them, needing to sucked good. He swallows down his saliva but his mouth remains excessively wet. He swallows again. And swallows one more time.
His cheeks gets shamefully warm when he realizes that he is salivating. But what is he salivating for ? Namjoon's thumb was no food to eat and he has already finished the milk. He sniffs the air but it doesn't smell like food either.
He decides to push that strange reaction aside and actually focus on the screen. His concentration doesn't last long, though, as the salivation keeps distracting him. To dry out his mouth, he parts his lips, breathing in an out.
It helps.
A little.
He wipes the drop of saliva that runs down his chin and starts nibbling at the sleeve of his sweatshirt.
-
As always, when Jungkook is called for dinner, his plate is already full of food. He struggles to understand why Seokjin doesn't just leave the dishes in the middle for everyone to pick from it, but he doesn't bother to complain. Seokjin says that he prefers it that way, so neither he nor Namjoon eat Jungkook's portion.
And yes, if not for this technique, Jungkook might end up without enough food for himself. His room-mates' eating ability is something that never fails to surprise him ; he is musclier than them but they eat twice as much. If he was his younger self, he would take it as a challenge but he is past that stage of his life. He accepts their superiority on this field.
"Come sit next to me," Seokjin tells him.
Jungkook obeys without a question, resting his back against the couch as Seokjin wraps his arm around his shoulders. When he holds him that way, Jungkook always feels kinda small. There is a strength in the way Seokjin holds himself. A protective aura that makes Jungkook want to rely on him.
"You forgot a pair of chopsticks," Jungkook points out as he looks for his own. He is about to stand up but Seokjin keeps him down.
"You can use mine," he says, already picking the food and directing it toward Jungkook's mouth.
"Hyung, I can-" His complain falls into deaf ears and he helplessly looks at Namjoon as Seokjin feeds him.
"Be a good boy," Namjoon smiles, not weirded out by the sight of a twenty-two years old getting hand-fed.
Maybe, Jungkook is over-reacting. He shouldn't make such a problem of it.
His new-found compliance has Seokjin caressing his neck - a touch his room-mates always make when they are content with him.
"Open your mouth, Jungkook-ah."
The chopsticks go deep inside, this time, and Jungkook flinches, doing his best not to retch. Seokjin wouldn't like for him to choke out the food he put so much care into cooking. With teary eyes, he swallows everything until only the chopsticks are left on his tongue. They linger for a little longer before Seokjin retrieves them.
"Isn't it too spicy ?"
"No, it's okay, hyung." His throat does burn a little but he has known worse.
Seokjin sees right through his lie, though, and exchanges a look with Namjoon who stumbles up on his feet. Jungkook smiles at the eagerness of his moves but he gets distracted by a new mouthful of food.
Namjoon comes back after a long minute with a glass of milk. Jungkook holds out his hand but Seokjin is the one who takes it.
"It's mine !" Jungkook looks at Namjoon for confirmation. Seokjin can't take it from him, that's unfair-
"I know it's yours," Seokjin rolls his eyes. He approaches the glass but doesn't let Jungkook hold it. Once again, he finds himself getting fed, his hands lying useless on his thighs and a warm feeling in his chest. It starts with a thin flow, at first, but Seokjin eventually dips the glass further. Jungkook drinks and drinks and drinks, trying to gulp fast but unable to keep everything in his mouth. It trickles down his chin, down his spasming throat and under his sweatshirt.
By the time the glass is empty, Jungkook is breathless and shaky. Seokjin doesn't give him recovery time, though, running his thumb up the trail of milk and pressing it between Jungkook's lips.
Without a second thought, Jungkook starts sucking. He doesn't know what he is chasing after - the taste of milk ? the sensation of having his mouth filled ? - but he closes his eyes and focuses on it. His heart calms down, his mind quietens, his breath deepens. He likes it. He likes it so much.
When Seokjin slides his finger out, Jungkook follows it but freezes when he realizes what he is doing.
"I'm sorry-" he startles, slapping a hand over his wet lips.
Namjoon still is standing and there is dark edge in his gaze that makes Jungkook feel infinitely small.
"Take off your sweatshirt," Seokjin says as if nothing happened. "You've got milk under it."
Jungkook's hands shake as he does as he is told.
"Namjoon, go find me some paper towel."
Namjoon finally seems to snap out of it. When he comes back, Seokjin takes the paper towels and slides his hand under Jungkook's shirt, wiping his chest efficiently. Jungkook startles as he brushes over a nipple, realizing how hard and sensitive they feel. He swallows. Again, he is salivating. This time, he can fault it on the smell of food, even if his mouth doesn't ache for it.
When Seokjin starts feeding him again, his tongue lingers on the chopsticks, licking them and giving them a few suckles. Somehow, he takes the most pleasure of it and his belly feels full and tingly. Seokjin doesn't make a comment, even when a string of saliva links his lips to the chopsticks. He only gives him more food and Jungkook eats it all like a good boy.
-
Jungkook's struggle doesn't ease up with time. On the contrary, whenever Namjoon brings him the glass of milk, he finds himself salivating in anticipation. He imagines his fingers in his needy mouth. He imagines sucking them as he looks up at Namjoon, feeling small but useful. He imagines so many scenarios but nothing happens and the fleeting touches only work him up further.
Nights are filled with blurry dreams that leave him hard and achy, rutting into the bed, sucking on two fingers, wishing they were bigger, longer, thicker…
During the day, he barely feels the strength to go to his classes and study. His friends give him worried looks but he brushes the inquiries off. They look even more suspicious when he refuses to eat with them and heads back to his apartment where Seokjin's food waits for him.
He is right to do that, because the one time he doesn't go home for lunch, he spends the whole afternoon squirming on his seat, unnerved and snappy. Sucking on a pen doesn't calm him down, thinking about Namjoon's fingers doesn't calm him down- he just needs Seokjin's food to properly satiate him. That day, he has needed two glasses of Namjoon's milk for his nerves to soothe.
But it's okay, because Namjoon is kind and happy to fill another glass for him.
-
Jungkook wakes up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth and an emptiness in his stomach. He doesn't mind it too much, at first, as he goes to the kitchen and drinks a glass of water. Strangely, it doesn't quench his thirst. His mouth still feels dry.
He forces himself to think about Namjoon's fingers or Seokjin feeding him and letting him suck the chopsticks, but none of that makes him salivate like it usually does. With a shameful blush, he lets his mind go further. No fingers. No chopsticks. Just their… cocks… What he imagines in the darkness of his dreams. On his knees for them. Skillful for them.
He holds on the edge of the sink and shakes his head. It does work a little with making him salivate but it's more embarrassing than it's worth.
He opens the door of the fridge ; milk will help.
He fills his glass and drinks it but it lacks something. What does it lack ? He doesn't understand. His tongue doesn't feel velvety like it does after having Namjoon's milk. The taste doesn't linger. It's dull and unsatisfying.
As he opens the fridge again to put back the bottle, something catches his attention. At the back of it, there is a metallic bottle with Namjoon's name written on it. What if… Is it the milk Namjoon gives him ? Does he have some favorite brand that he keeps hidden ? Jungkook's chest feels warm at the thought of being allowed to drink it.
He grabs the bottle and takes a sip-
-and practically spit it out.
He forces himself to swallow down but it burns his throat and leaves an itchy aftertaste. It's so thick that he can feel it flowing down his esophagus. It's… weird… Definitely not milk. Must be some kind of tonic to take in the morning. People tend to drink weird things to start off the day.
He carefully closes the bottle and places it back in its place.
It's only when he is back in his bed that he realizes that he isn't thirsty anymore. And that he is salivating again.
-
"Jungkook has found it," Namjoon says with a grim look. The hot chocolate fumes before him but he doesn't make a move to add the final touch to it. "He found it," he repeats as he shakes his bottle under Seokjin's nose, something akin to displeasure seeping in his scent.
Seokjin snorts, "How can you know ? It's still full." He stirs their breakfast, stealing a look at the clock - Jungkook will be up soon.
Namjoon gives the bottle a sullen look. "I filled it to the brim, last night."
"I told you not to keep it in the fridge."
"Where do you want me to keep it, then ? It's the only place I can put it in or it'll go to waste."
Seokjin heaves out a sigh, "Just do it like me, make it for immediate use."
Namjoon groans, "Three times a day, sometimes more." He lowers his voice. "You want my dick to fall off ?"
Seokjin gives him an unimpressed look, "You're younger than me. If I can do it, you can."
Namjoon doesn't look convinced but his worries are bullshit. Seokjin has known him for long enough to know that Namjoon is a horny beast. Really, milk ? Couldn't he make it more obvious ? Luckily, the kid doesn't seem to have such a perverted mind.
In a way, Seokjin isn't sure what he wants anymore. He was the one to give the idea of using their cum to spark Jungkook's desire, but it's starting to get very exciting to see Jungkook cluelessly eating and drinking, enjoying how it makes him feel. Werewolves' cum is addictive but it also seems to have some aphrodisiac effects on Jungkook. A scent of arousal always clings to him, these days, and his pajama shorts always are stained with pre-cum in the morning.
"Good morning, hyungs," Jungkook mumbles as he enters the kitchen, still half-asleep.
Gratefully, Namjoon has already put his bottle back into the fridge. Jungkook takes the hot chocolate he is given and drinks it like he hasn't drunk for months. Namjoon's scent fills with pride and Seokjin can't help but feel attacked in his ego.
Even if Jungkook will be theirs, Seokjin will have him first.
-
Namjoon is snoring when Seokjin leaves their shared bedroom. There is little chance that he will come bother him. Tomorrow, he will certainly get whiny when he smells Jungkook, though.
Seokjin bites back a smirk as he walks toward the other bedroom. His cock twitches at the thought of what he is about to do. He slowly massages his bulge, trying to ease the ache but it will only truly ease once he has Jungkook's pretty mouth on it. How many night has he dreamt of doing it ? Getting in the room, sliding into the bed and showing Jungkook how much he wants him.
Holding himself back for so long is hard, all the more when Jungkook likes to walk around him in his tight night shorts. They mold his ass perfectly, strong asscheeks asking to be grabbed and slapped. But it isn't as insolent as the way his cock and balls dangle free behind the thin cloth. The brave little things. They would redden if they were to face Seokjin's.
Human males always take great pride out of their sex but it lacks a knot and their cum is too scarce. The way Jungkook tries to show it off is cute. Seokjin wants to give it an encouraging pat and a little caress before grabbing it firmly and showing it its place.
He is rock hard when he decides to walk inside the bedroom. It would be dark and silent for human senses but Seokjin hears Jungkook's soft breaths and sees his sleeping figure. He only frees his cock as he goes to stand by the bed, grazing the tip under Jungkook's nose. The reaction is immediate, Jungkook starts wetting his lips and parting them a little.
"Good boy," Seokjin whispers as he rubs his pre-cum on his cheek and Jungkook slowly turns his head toward it.
Seokjin decides to stop teasing and give him what he wants, kindly sliding the head of his cock into his mouth. Jungkook immediately latches on it, salivating even more and breathing louder. Even in his sleep, he is just a needy cockslut.
Seokjin slowly slides it in and out, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook sucking harder, not wanting the cock to leave. If he could, he would keep it there all day. Seokjin is sure that's what he dreams of at night, and what he wants when he sucks on the chopsticks. He wants a thick cock inside of his mouth, to fill him up and eventually feed him.
When Seokjin gives a strong thrust, Jungkook chokes and whimpers but his little sounds of helplessness have Seokjin keeping himself there, deep and present. Jungkook eventually calms down and adapts. His gag reflex massages the tip of his cock but his tongue starts caressing him again.
"Even if it's uncomfortable, you just want to please. Are you that desperate ?"
Seokjin thrusts deeper, until Jungkook's stretched out lips are grazing the swell of his knot. He won't knot his pretty mouth tonight, but he will do it one day, that's for sure. He will be his perfect knot-warmer.
When he slides out, his cock is glistening with saliva and it drips down Jungkook's cheeks. He is so wet and gross. So good for his hyung. His lips remain parted, ready to take him again. Seokjin gives him the head and jerks off the rest, trying to keep himself in control. He wants to take in the sight of the pliant human, sleeping but still sucking like it's his only purpose in life.
His pleasure is subdued and he doesn't give it much mind. All he wants is to give Jungkook his cum, have him choke on it and drink it from his cock. He can feel it coming closer. He can't hold it back and he won't.
"Here you go."
Jungkook sucks harder as the cum enters him. His face scrunches up in concentration and Seokjin caresses his cheek, soothing him and encouraging him to take it.
"Don't waste a drop, you need it all."
He wraps a hand around his knot, pumping it as a breeding channel would. It makes him spurt even harder inside of his pretty human, feeding more of his thick cum.
"Soon, you won't be able to live without it. You'll come begging at us, all needy and desperate. What a sight you'll make."
Seokjin strokes his rapidly gulping throat, feeling very proud of his efforts. That is until he meets Jungkook's gaze, hooded, unfocused and delirious.
"Oh, you weren't really sleeping, in the end," Seokjin snarls even if he doubts Jungkook is conscious enough to understand a thing. It's the first time that he is having fresh cum straight from the dick, the effect is at its fullest. It must fuck up with his brain. Seokjin hopes he will still keep it as a dream-like memory.
Next time they will see each other, Jungkook will know how Seokjin's cock feels inside of his mouth.
When Seokjin notices moves under the sheets, he lifts them and sees Jungkook pawing at his bulging crotch.
"Excited just from sucking some dick," he sighs, letting the sheets fall back on the pathetic sight.
He slides his cock out of Jungkook's mouth and tucks himself back into his pants. The human doesn't look away from his crotch, as if expecting it to come back for him. The little slut certainly hopes for it. Seokjin is done for tonight, though.
He leaves the bedroom without a look back, the image of Jungkook's desperate face embedded in his memories.