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Taehyung frowned, the crease in his forehead making his eyebrows furrow even more. The soft breathing of the Maknae curled up in his bed cuddling with his pillow wearing his jumper was enough to make his blood boil. Why does he always do this? It’s like the kid won’t leave me alone. Now he pulls this? Taehyung moved towards the bed, footsteps light as he traversed through the pile of clothes on the floor he had yet to sort out. Seokjin was supposed to be helping him, but it seemed that he had simply just fallen asleep instead. Taehyung had only left the room for a few minutes to fetch a few bags for his clothes he no longer wanted. Seokjin was Lazy. “Seokjin-ah? Seokjin. Wake up.” No movement. “Seokjin?” A light sigh, before soft snores, left his parted lips. “Seokjin wake the fuck up.” Nothing once more. Taehyung groaned, moving to take a seat next to him on the bed. He probably should let him rest, considering that the boy had been busy recently learning a lot of new dances with his Hyungs Jimin and Hoseok. The younger boy loved playing and working with all of the hyungs, but it was only Taehyung that Seokjin came to at night. Even though the boy roomed with Yoongi, more often than not he would slither into Taehyungs arms as he slept, thinking that the older knew no better. Then, in the morning, he would be gone before Taehyung woke up, not knowing that the older male knew he was there the whole time. Taehyung wasn’t blind. He could see the looks that the younger gave him, how he always wanted to sit next to him and how he played up their fan-service for the cameras and fans. Behind the scenes though, Seokjin was just as needy for Taehyung’s affection and love. Taehyung found himself actually enjoying it. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Taehyung had realized he was actually harboring a crush on the pretty maknae. He found the boy adorable in everything he did, be it cooking food for the members, winning Jeongguk in races on Mario Kart or simply singing to his sugar gliders and calling them ‘his babies’ when he thought no one was watching. That’s what made Taehyung so angry. What if Seokjin didn’t love him like he did? Seokjin shifted in his sleep, face pressed into the pillow under his head as the one hugged tight around his stomach now was more between his legs. His mouth was open and he was drooling slightly, but Taehyung didn’t even find it gross. In fact, he found it adorable. “Seokjin-ah~?” Taehyung tried to wake the male again, lightly touching the boy's shoulder. Seokjin stirred a little and a soft whine left his lips. The touches seemed to rouse the boy, so Taehyung let his fingers press into his shoulders a little more, trailing down to his thin waist and flared hips. He didn’t want to push it, but it was like his fingers had a mind of their own. He pulled back the sheets, eyes widening as he saw that Seokjin was wearing nothing but his little blue briefs and Taehyungs jumper underneath the blanket. Doesn’t this kid know how to not be a little tease? “Seokjin? C’mon, wake up.” His fingers gently ghosted down the back of Seokjins thighs, touch feather light as the glow from the desk lamp cast shadows all around the room. The younger boy remained illuminated though, as if he was in the spotlight. The most beautiful thing that Taehyung had ever observed. Seokjin stirred, turning over in his sleep with a huff. He was now facing Taehyung, and the older male wasn’t exactly sure that was a good thing. His plump lips were swollen from where he had bitten them a little in his sleep. His long eyelashes cast dark shadows on his cheeks and the remnants of eyeliner and makeup still stained his face. He must’ve been pretty tired to fall asleep without completing his rigorous skincare routine. Taehyung trailed a finger over Seokjins bottom lip, initially intending to wipe the remaining lip tint off of his lips for him. It seemed Seokjin had other ideas, however, as the sleeping boy opened his mouth to teasingly suck Taehyungs finger into his mouth, tongue swirling around his fingertip as if it was something else. That’s when Taehyung saw the little tent in the boy's briefs. Seems like the maknae is having a pretty good dream, huh? Seokjin mumbled something around Taehyungs finger before his hand came up to rest scarily close to the others crotch. It landed on his inner thigh and began gently massaging the skin there. It felt just like a cat kneading his flesh. Taehyung found the boy both arousing and adorable. It was becoming clear now that the maknae was just as innocent as you would expect, as his legs crossed and he let out a seemingly embarrassed whine. Taehyung couldn’t hold back anymore. He moved to push the boy's hoodie out of the way, focusing on getting Seokjins briefs off without waking him. In the back of his mind, he knew what he was doing was wrong. The boy had only just turned of legal age a few days ago, but Taehyung didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t. Not when the maknaes little pink cock stood stiff as soon as it was exposed to the cool air, boxers hanging off of one ankle He wrapped his hand gently around the others member, moving it slowly as he worked him to full hardness. His other hand ghosted across his thighs, making the skin rise with goosebumps and shudder under his skillful touches. The boy stirred again, a soft whimper leaving his lips. Taehyung stopped his movements, not wanting to wake him up just yet.
After all, We still have to get to the main event.
He spread the boy's legs and exposed his virgin hole to himself, a smirk gracing his features. Of course Seokjin would shave back here. The boy was obsessed with personal hygiene and had to keep himself looking perfect at all times. Taehyung trailed a finger over the exposed pucker, pleased with the shudder that rocked throughout Seokjins body. His hand sped up on the boy's cock, enjoying the pleased whimpers and muffled gasps he drew from the normally reserved and quiet maknae. His hips bucked slightly, and Taehyung knew he would probably start waking up soon. He dipped his finger in the boy's slit, drawing the foreskin back and playing with the sensitive head. His guesses were correct when the maknae squealed and bucked his hips, releasing over his stomach and soiling the hoodie he wore. Seokjin finally opened his eyes. Blinking blearily, he wondered why Taehyung was kneeling next to him, why his briefs were off and why he felt something drying on his stomach. He quickly put two and two together before he gasped loudly, tears springing to his eyes with embarrassment. Oh no! What had he done? “T-taehyung-Hyung! I-I...Hyung…” He pulled the hem of the hoodie down and over his wilted cock, wanting to shield himself from view as quickly as possible. He wasn’t that embarrassed about the horrific yet so pleasurable way he was woken up in. No. It was who he had woken up with. His crush. Yeah sure, Seokjin fell asleep on his bed in nothing but his hoodie and underwear. He wasn’t expecting Taehyung to actually act on him practically offering his virgin body to him. He wasn’t upset with his Hyung, just embarrassed. He was a huge crier and cried if he was sad, happy, overwhelmed, mad, embarrassed. The other boys found it too cute, and whenever he cried they’d shower him in love just to make him feel a little better. “Seokjin...I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted.” Taehyung baritone voice sent shivers down his spine and he held on tighter to the hoodie covering his modesty. “I couldn’t wake you up, and you started whimpering and sucked my finger in your sleep so I- You were hard too...I just assumed...I’m sor-Seokjin!” Taehyung was interrupted by Seokjin leaping up at the speed of light and tackling his Hyung to the bed, shaking his head quickly and covering his mouth. His eyes bore into the others wide ones, a frown set on his angelic features. “No! I wanted it! I’ve wanted it for so long but I was a stupid kid and I thought when I became an adult I wouldn’t feel the way I felt about you but I do! I know I’m still a stupid kid and a virgin but I’ve thought about it a lot and I really want my crush to be my first!”Taehyung was silent as he listened to Seokjins outburst. So he felt the same way about me? His hands came to gently rest on Seokjins exposed waist. The boy didn’t seem to care that he was naked from the waist down, too busy burying his head in Taehyungs chest as tears soaked his shirt. “Please...Will you be my first, Hyung?” “Of course I will...You don’t know how I’ve felt about you...For so long I’ve had a crush on you, but you’re right. You were a kid. It felt wrong to think of you as someone I wanted to date and someone I wanted to touch intimately. When you turned of age, however, God it was like I wanted you so much more. I couldn’t hold back. You’re so beautiful and I’m so lucky to even hold you like this, angel.” Seokjin sniffled, blinking up at the other with watery eyes and rosy cheeks. He took a deep breath and nodded, wiping his eyes quickly. “I’m...I’m the lucky one. I get to...Do things with someone as hot as you!” He gave a watery giggle before sitting up on the male's hips, straddling his waist. Taehyung noticed the boys cock, standing to attention once again and smirked, shaking his head at his short refractory period. “No way, my Prince. My sweet baby boy, Will you let me make you feel good? Even better than before?” Taehyung asked, sitting up with the boy still in his lap. Their faces were close now, hot breath puffing out onto each other's lips. Seokjin could smell Taehyung, rich and alluring, unable to breathe in anything else than him. Taehyung, on the other hand, thought Seokjin was sweet and fresh, an air of innocence and purity surrounding him that Taehyung almost didn’t want to break. Almost. “Can I kiss you?” A murmur ghosted across his skin, leaving him breathless. Seokjin nodded with fervor, head spinning as lips finally claimed his own, just like he had imagined for so many nights. Their lips moved together, time seemingly coming to a standstill as all the two could focus on was each other. Taehyung gently bit down on the other boys bottom lip, worrying the skin between his teeth as his tongue moved to explore the maknaes mouth. Hands flew to his shoulders and caressed the back of his neck, but all he could focus on was the soft gasps leaving Seokjins mouth and being swallowed whole by his own. “You’re ethereal. You’re everything in this world to me, Seokjin. I wish we had all the time in the world together right now...” Taehyung mumbled as he gently moved Seokjin to lay on his back, soft hair fanning around his face like a halo and casting an other-worldly shape upon the pillow. His long fingers trailed down Seokjns exposed hips, before Taehyung pulled away, humming. It’s not fair if I’m the only one still dressed. Seokjin appeared to have the same thought, sitting up once more to help Taehyung pull his shirt off before his crooked fingers withdrew and left him so cold once again. Seokjins own hoodie was on the floor within seconds, and Taehyung could breathe again once the fingers returned, ghosting along the hem of his sweatpants and tugging them down impatiently. Taehyung chuckled, running his hand gently over the boys smaller fingers and helping him to ease his pants and underwear off. They were flung unceremoniously across the floor, landing next to the hoodie Seokjin had removed. In the light from the lamp, the two looked at each other with piqued curiosity. Taehyung had already gotten a head start, having examined the boy already whilst he slept, but he still couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over every single detail of the angel before him. Seokjin followed the ripple of his muscles as the male moved to lean back on his arms, subtly showing off his toned chest and abs. “Hyung…” “I know.”Taehyung moved forward, helping Seokjin to lay back on the bed. Seokjin had a moment to recover and gain his bearings before his lips were once again claimed. This time though, Taehyung used the kiss as a distraction. The boy's legs were spread gently, and Taehyungs skillful fingers made their way down, down to Seokjins plump ass. His cheeks were spread and the ring of muscle was probed gently, prompting Seokjin to whimper and allow his legs to fall wider apart. “Since it’s your first time, I want you to be comfortable and I don’t want it to hurt that much…” Taehyung hummed, the susurration of his voice soothing Seokjin like the gentle rustle of a summer breeze. The maknae nodded, cheeks rosy and flushed from the attention to a place he wasn’t used to being touched. That being said, He didn’t exactly hate the sensation. Moments later, three fingers were gently pressed to his lips. He got the hint easily and let his lips fall open to take his fingers inside. He’d like to think that he made a good show of lubing his long fingers up, working his head and mouth in order to draw the low moans from Taehyungs lips. “Enough.” That one word sent Seokjins head into a daze, nodding obediently as he felt himself practically give up control to the man above him. He had him, like a simple puppet controlled by his twisted master and yet, Seokjin still didn't hate it. His control was his to give up, and that he did. Taehyungs eyes watched over the Maknaes face for any sign of discomfort whilst one of his wet fingers trailed around the edge of his entrance. It pushed in, and that was the start of the domino effect for the pretty maknaes undoing. A whine left his tainted lips, stained with sin forever and the man who caused it all simply smirked, nodding as if to encourage him in his descent into lust. A second finger joined the other, stretching his tight hole with gentle movements that felt like stabbings to Seokjin. His lower body was on fire, and the only thing that could save him was Taehyung. “H-hyung...Hyung please.” He didn’t know what he wanted. His head was a mess, delirious with lust and want for more. Taehyung seemed to know though, of course. He knew what was best for his little prince. He added another finger like it was simple, now three fingers deep in the boy who was taking it so well. Small gasps permeated the air as Seokjins grip tightened in the sheets, crumpling them beneath him and twisting them into tiny distorted shapes. The sounds leaving his lips didn’t sound like him at all. The moans and mewls were desperate and needy, and if Seokjin had any shred of pride left in his body he would have been embarrassed.“I think you’re ready for me. Hang on, I’m just getting a condom.”Hang on? Seokjin raised an eyebrow. If I hung on any tighter I’d probably combust. Taehyung returned back to the quivering boy on the bed, head tilted as he examined him carefully. From the way his chest rose and fell rapidly all the way down to where his legs, still spread, shook with anticipation. “Beautiful. My angel. Forever mine.” “Eternally Yours.” Seokjin watched with eagle eyes as Taehyung rolled the condom onto his thick length. Seokjin knew that the longer and thicker you were, the more it would hurt. But it also was more pleasurable in the long run. Maybe. He was relying on bad porn and Cosmopolitan magazines. Taehyung pushed in, and Seokjin felt Complete. He felt as though his entire body was engulfed in red hot flames, the burn as his cock slid into him almost enough to completely silence him. Fat tears streamed down his face as he adjusted to the burn and the pleasurable pain, but Taehyung was a patient man. He stayed stock still so his baby could adjust. He was given the okay with a short nod from the angel, and he began slowly thrusting in and out of him. His breath came out in short pants, but that was nothing to the breathy moans and gasps that Seokjin was releasing. The moans were sotto voce, but Taehyung still heard their perfect clarity, like the sweetest music to his ears. “Faster, my love.” “As you wish.” Picking up speed, Taehyung looked down at his young partner. His eyes were unfocused and glassy as if he was completely out of it. The way his prostate was being hammered relentlessly, he couldn’t blame him. His cheeks were flushed and had tiny black dots in a few places from his eyeliner that still hadn’t been cleaned off. His Seokjin was still beautiful though, and no imperfection could ever take that away from him. The two remained joined for an undefined amount of time, but considering it was Seokjins first time, Taehyung had no expectations about the male lasting longer than a few minutes. His orgasm was nothing short of breathtaking, white flashing behind his closed eyelids as a feral yelp tore from his throat. Taehyung followed quickly after, opting for a soft grunt as he filled the condom up with his load. Seokjin was practically catatonic, so the older male took it upon himself to clean the Maknae. He pulled out, throwing the condom in the trash after tying it and leaving to fetch a washcloth for the boy. He wasn’t gone long, but when he returned Seokjin seemed to be on the verge of tears, shaking in place as he curled in on himself. “Hey. My darling prince, what’s wrong?” Seokjin hiccuped and wrapped his arms around Taehyungs neck. He didn’t care if the two reeked of sex and sweat. He needed comfort. “I thought...I thought you just left. Maybe because it was my first time s-so I didn’t really do anything properly...” He was hushed with a gentle kiss to his lips, eyes wide as he pulled back to look at Taehyung in awe. “I came back, didn’t I? I’ll always come back to you, my love. I’ll never leave you for as long as you love me, I am yours.” “You’re so romantic. I fear I won’t be able to keep up with you...” Seokjin giggled, Taehyung smiling as he moved to wipe down the boy's soft stomach. He couldn’t help but lean down to press a gentle kiss to the now clean skin, sealing his kiss with a teasing lick. Seokjin formerly tasted like purity, a single dove on a bed of white lilies. Now he was tainted by Taehyung, lilies dripping black and red with desire and love. Taehyung wouldn't have it any other way. The two shared a final kiss, the hoodie being placed back upon Seokjin's shivering frame before they deemed themselves sleepy enough to retire to bed. With the lamp being switched off, Seokjin rested his head against Taehyungs chest, calming his racing heart with the steady beating of his. “Goodnight, my little prince.” “Goodnight, my only.”