Work Text
When the members of BTS decided to do anonymous dares for one another in an effort to make their polyamorous relationship more exciting, they knew it was going to either be be the best or worst idea they ever had. Right now, Min Yoongi was leaning towards the latter. His eyebrow twitched as he read the typed note: Dress as Yoonji one more time (with tights). Below it, 7 PM was typed, meaning that would be when the dare writer would enter the room, to see if the dare had been completed or not. Yesterday, Jin had made Jimin walk around all day with a vibe pressed to the base of his cock via a cock ring, and the poor dancer had been an absolute wreck by the time Jin ended the dare. Yoongi had to admit that was pretty hot, but this dare... It was either Jungkook or Hoseok, he already knew. They were the ones who dug into him the most about being in the outfit. With a sigh, Yoongi lowered the note and looked to his closet. Slowly, he walked over, sliding the door open. Behind a few clothing bags at one end was a familiar uniform, the rapper pulling it out. He hadn't worn the outfit since 2017... He still remembered nervously asking the stylist to let him keep it, and fudging a reason why when she asked. He supposed he could blame ARMY, with their fanarts made of his 'Yoonji' persona, with the overwhelming insistence that he looked cute in the outfit. But that came after the episode aired; he asked for the outfit right after filming. He really had no excuse. He laid the outfit on the bed before going back to the closet, digging for and finding a small box. Inside was the black wig he'd worn. The stylist had given him the entire outfit, after all.Deep down, he knew why - he liked it. The feeling of the soft blouse on his skin, the tights around his legs, the skirt against the back of his thighs, the soft hair caressing his jaw... It made him feel... warm, somehow. He'd never say it aloud, because he knew he'd never hear the end of it, but secretly, he was glad he was dressing up again. Yoongi took a deep breath as the current time shifted to 6 PM. He had an hour to decide to either do as asked, or take a punishment. Truth told, he already knew which one he was picking. At 7 PM sharp, the door to his room clicked open. Yoongi had decided to sit and read on his bed, clad in full uniform. His ankles were crossed, wig pinned firmly to his head; being styled for five years allowed him to pick up a few tricks. "Took you long enough." Yoongi muttered, flipping a page as he heard the door close and lock. "Was beginning to think you-" He was cut off by weight shifting his bed, his book being pulled away. He caught a glimpse of a face, surprise coming over his own as he saw who it was. "Taehy-" He was cut off by lips on his, stealing his words and his breath. *** Taehyung no longer regretted the dare. He came to that conclusion as he opened the door, seeing Yoongi not just in a skirt and blouse, but in the very uniform Taehyung had fevered dreams about when he was horny and had nobody available to help. It's not that he wanted to imagine Yoongi as a girl; far from it. He liked Yoongi just the way he was. It was just something about seeing Yoongi like this. Granted, Yoongi had gotten softer over his time with BTS, and it had shown, but just something about him in that uniform got Taehyung's heart to race, sent blood rushing to places it shouldn't. He wanted nothing more than to take the older rapper, to devour his lips and make him unleash one of his rare moans. Tae planned, initially, to take it slow, tease Yoongi a bit, but seeing him in the uniform sent those plans out the window. Tae was dressed to match the best he could, in a dress shirt with rolled up sleeves, a tie, and slacks, but it didn't hold a candle to the absolute perfection Yoongi was wearing. He closed and locked the door, not paying a damn bit of attention to what Yoongi was saying as he moved to the bed, soon climbing over the shorter man and kissing him firmly on the lips. It only took a few precious seconds for his lips to part and slant against Yoongi's, the vocalist feeling relief as Yoongi responded, tongues soon meeting. As one of Yoongi's hands slid up to tangle in Tae's hair, the younger man moved one of his one strong hands under Yoongi's back, pulling the shorter body more firmly into his own, already moving his hips slightly. Head spinning, Yoongi slowly broke the kiss, panting some. "Acting like you haven't gotten any in a week." He muttered, moving his lips to Tae's ear, giving the brunet a small nibble to the earlobe, grazing his earring. "You like seeing me in a skirt that much? Going at me like a horny teenager." His deep rasp got a shiver to rock Tae's body. "Mmn, Yoongi, don't tease me." Tae groaned, trying to buck his hips. "You look incredible... The night after that episode of Run BTS, I..." He moaned as Yoongi bit into his earlobe a bit harder, one hand curling into Yoongi's back, the other clinging to the sheets. Despite that, Yoongi managed to flip them, Tae soon on his back, Yoongi smirking down at him, his dark hair hanging around his face. His hands moved, strong fingers moving to grip Tae's wrists and pin them to the mattress. "You what, Tae?" Yoongi canted his head some, his legs straddling Tae's hips. "Tell me..." Tae was usually the dominant one when he was with Yoongi, so to get him this flustered was rare. Tae swallowed hard, forcing himself to look up at Yoongi through his blush. "I masturbated... Thinking about you dressed like this... I came so damn hard, Yoongi..." The last words were almost a whine as he tried to roll his hips up into the older's. Stifling a sound, Yoongi raised a brow. "Just thinking about me dressed like this? You really are like a horny teenager." "N-no, not just... dressed." Tae swallowed hard, licking his lips. "I thought about fucking you while you dressed like this... not taking off anything..." Yoongi was a bit surprised, but true to form, he didn't show it much. "Clothed sex? That's different. And tame, for you." Yoongi teased. With a growl, Tae pulled his hands from Yoongi's grip, moving them to slide his hands up Yoongi's tight-clad legs. When one hand found Yoongi's crotch, the older stiffened as the younger smirked. "Says the guy with a raging boner in his tights." He began to curl his hands in the fabric. Yoongi smacked his arm lightly. "If you rip these, I'm not buying a new pair." "I will." Tae replied, near instantly. "I'll buy as many pairs as I have to." The tell-tale ripping noise hit the air, Yoongi gasping softly at the feeling of his cock brushing against the skirt he wore. Hearing that, it was Tae's turn to smirk. "Do you like that?" One hand moved outside of that skirt, pressing the cloth to Yoongi's erection and curling his fingers, wrapping the older's cock in the fabric before slowly moving up and down. It was throbbing so hard he could feel it through the skirt. Yoongi's breath hitched despite his best efforts, eyes narrowing some as his teeth gritted a bit. "S-shut up, Tae." "You're already making a mess of yourself. The way you're denying it is so cute... I may just buy you a few more skirts if you keep this up." Tae murmured, only to blink as Yoongi's hips jerked into his hand right after. Looking up, he saw Yoongi's face was flushed deep red, his eyes half-lidded and lips parted as he panted for air. Tae felt his eyes go wide. "Shit..." "Again... shut up." Yoongi nearly breathed the words. He hated the fact this was turning him on; hell, he never even thought about doing this while dressed like a girl, but now that it was happening... He wanted - needed - more. Tae smirked again. "You wanna ride me, babe? I know you're already stretched for me." Whenever Yoongi knew he was getting some, he tended to prep himself the day before. He hated most lube, and kind of liked the burn, too. As Tae thought about some of Yoongi's kinks, he realized he shouldn't have been so surprised at how Yoongi was reacting to this. He stopped the movements of his hand as he looked up at Yoongi. "Well? Tell me..." Yoongi fought a whine as the stimulation stopped, looking down at the younger. "P-please... Can I...? I wanna ride you..." He was getting desperate, he knew; he rarely ever asked to do anything, especially when Taehyung was usually so eager. Tae grinned, slipping his hands under Yoongi's skirt. Before Yoogi could even process what was happening, he felt something warm and wet press to his entrance, a hand gently pushing his hips down. Yoongi gasped some at the feeling, which melted into a soft hiss as he sank down, slowly, onto Tae's cock. "J-Jesus, Tae, I think you're bigger than usual..." "Mmn, fuck that... You've never been this tight for me..." Slowly, he bottomed out, hearing Yoongi gasp at the feeling. The pair just panted, gazing at each other for a few moments before Tae moved his hands, gripping Yoongi's hips, hands over the clothes as he gave the rapper a gentle kiss. "Go ahead and ride me, babe." Yoongi nodded, using just his legs at first, Tae not helping any. He could get a quarter the way off Tae's cock before gravity pulled him back down, his skinny legs not having the power of Hoseok's or Jimin's, but that was part of why Tae loved fucking Yoongi; it was part of his charm. Eventually, Yoongi gave up, and with a frustrated half-growl, he lowered himself just a bit to use Tae's stomach and chest for leverage. However, Tae had different plans, and soon grabbed Yoongi's hands with his own, lacing their fingers together. "Try this." The younger muttered the words, his smooth baritone voice making Yoongi shiver. Yoongi felt his fingers curl into the younger's hands, and just like that, it got easier to ride him. He was already uncomfortably warm thanks to his arousal, but the uniform, the fabric pressing on nearly every nerve, the hair bouncing around his face... It was a lot - and he loved it. As much as Yoongi tried not to be vocal in bed, after a particularly harsh thrust into him, he froze, his back arching some as he let out a moan - not a grunt, gasp, or whine, but a full on moan from the depths of his throat. Tae let out a deep moan of his own, soon moving his hips again, doing the same deep, rough thrusts over and over. "Do that again, babe... Nice and loud..." Yoongi could do nothing but exactly that, the sounds higher in pitch, the sweetest music Taehyung had heard all day. That, paired with the way Yoongi's insides were trying to tense around the younger's cock, made it all the harder for Tae to hold back. The singer was stubborn, though; he wanted to see Yoongi wrecked, for him to be hoarse by the time all this was over. He wanted him to fall apart at the seams. Yoongi was mortified; every other member was going to hear, the way he was going. The thought made his dick throb under his skirt, made him move his hips even more eagerly. "G-guh, fuck, fuck... You're doin' it too hard, Taehy-ah!" His eyes snapped wide as Tae pushed his hips up, then kept them there, hands pulling away from Yoongi's own to curl around those hips. "Louder." The word came from Tae in a low growl. "Let everyone in the dorm know who's wrecking you." With that, Tae moved again, holding Yoongi's hips in place and bucking up into him in rough, deep thrusts. Those delicious moans spilled from Yoongi's throat as his head tilted back, his eyes shut tight. "Aaah, God, oh God, Taehyung, Taehyung~!" The last utterance was a near whine, high-pitched and needy and so un-Yoongi... But the older man didn't care as Tae's thrusts got faster and turned more shallow, Yoongi knowing he had so much pre dribbling from his own cock that he was soaked. It just all felt so damn good. "Gaaah, Tae, you're amazing, I love it...!" Tae knew he was panting, but also knew he had Yoongi right where he wanted him. "Wanna come, babe? Wanna come the same time I fill you up?" Tae lifted himself some, not content to leave without a few bruises on Yoongi's neck, his lips latching on to any skin he could get. Yoongi's arms wrapped around Tae, nails curling into the back of his shirt, fingers tangling in his perfect, soft, chocolate brown hair. "Yes, God, yes! Fuck, so good, Tae, p-please, please, make me come, make me-!" He choked on his words, an unintelligible sound, almost like a scream, tearing out of his throat as his orgasm hit him so hard it took his breath away. He had never come so hard, not even when he was topping Tae. White danced in his vision, and he could barely hear Taehyung's deep groan as he lost it as well, filling up Yoongi as his own orgasm hit. The next thing Yoongi registered was Tae gently pulling out of him, pulling him down to lie at his side. Just by the mess of sticky, white warmth on Tae's pants and dress shirt, Yoongi knew that the inside of his skirt was just absolutely drenched. "Oh my God, Tae..." He groaned as the younger beamed, pulling him close. "We'll dry clean everything." Tae insisted. "And I'm buying you so many more skirts and tights." He chuckled as the rapper buried his face in the singer's chest, Tae content to hold him close for now. *** The next morning, before breakfast... Tae raised a brow as he looked into the living room, Yoongi still asleep in the bedroom (as usual). "So, you guys just had an impromptu orgy out here?" Hoseok looked up from the messy tangle of limbs on the floor, couches and chairs pushed out of the way, clothes everywhere. He frowned. "Well, with the sounds you two were making, one thing just led to another!" Tae chuckled and shook his head, moving to make some coffee as Hoseok snuggled into the cuddle pile again.---
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hello. This is Pari.
This is something borne out of an idea I've had in the back of my head, which spilled out into a Notepad document over three nights of little sleep and high anxiety. Turns out, writing smut relieves stress. Who knew?
I'm trying to do some pairings outside the normal Taekook/Yoonmin/Namjin that I've already written or hinted at, but I can't guarantee they won't show up in these drabbles. Little smutty one shots are okay for me to do and don't require the intense thought and planning my other fics like Golden and It's Your Game require. So, consider these my gift to you while my actual plot-filled stories are on Slowatus.
Please, feel free to give feedback and send me suggestions for these drabbles! I read every one.
ARMY, as always, I purple you~!
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung were so thirsty for one another it was ridiculous.The only ones that didn't seem to notice were Jin and Taehyung themselves.It had started off small at first, the 95 liner engaging in a bit more skinship with his eldest hyung, especially on camera or in front of fans. Said fans, of course, ate it up, but they didn't see what the other members of the band did.When Taehyung almost always went to sit next to Jin in the van on the way to or from a concert, electing to lay his head one of the hyung's broad shoulders to nap as they traveled.When Tae would always slide as close as he could on the couch to Jin when they all watched movies together. And Jin enabling it by feeding Tae candy or popcorn.When Jin would chase Taehyung for swiping food from the kitchen while he was cooking, only for them to both laugh and smile like fools when the eldest grabbed Tae around the waist and lifted him into the air.And the staring... Good lord, the staring. They stared at one another so much it was a wonder they had time for hobbies.One time, Taehyung was sitting at the kitchen counter, his head in his hand as he simply watched Seokjin shuffle around the kitchen while he made lunches for everyone; they were having an outing the next day. He idly petted Yeontan as Jungkook ran over, grinning. "Hyung! Wanna play some Overwatch?""Mm, I'm good for now, Kook." Taehyung muttered, never taking his eyes off Jin as his head tilted some. "Maybe later..." He was acting like watching Jin cook was the most interesting thing in the world, like a perfect film or a piece of art.Jungkook rolled his eyes some and walked off, muttering under his breath about 'stupid hyungs'.Jin was no less guilty; when they had the episode of Run BTS! at the sauna, it was hard to keep his eyes off Taehyung once filming had ended. They were all soaking wet, but something in particular about Taehyung being soaked to the bone, paired with the impressive time he'd spent holding his breath... Jin's imagination went crazy. He actually had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom and take care of his erection.Course, he didn't know Tae had to do the same not too long after, only he got hard just from seeing Jin soaking wet.It was simmering, the energy between them. Never crossing the borderline, but always there, a steady, slow burn that went on for months.And then came the concert.For the most part, Tae and Jin kept it reeled in, much to the relief of the other members. But the encore... As par usual, 'So What' was part of their encore, and that meant a moment of Seokjin and Taehyung singing lines to one another. They always just went a little bit extra with it, enough to make the fans scream, but never crossed the line. But with all that had been happening lately, none of the other members were sure what would happen tonight.They performed it all as normal from the start, the crowd feeling it, jumping and chanting along. Two minutes and 33 seconds in though, Jin looked across the stage, his eyes locking onto Tae's. "We are, we are, we are... Young and wild and free..." Of course, he was on the camera, but nobody could tell for sure he was looking at Taehyung, especially when he looked back over the crowd with that signature smile of his as he continued to sing.But Taehyung knew. And he shivered at the look he saw in his hyung's eyes, even as he tried to cover it by clapping and running around, just as he usually did. Tae was thankful the sunglasses he was wearing hid how his own eyes looked, wide and sparkling as he fought a blush. But he knew what was coming.So when the beat dropped out about a minute later, and Tae found himself face to face with Jin, he pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head, bringing his mic to his lips. "Somebody call me right one..." He was amazed he was keeping his voice steady, with how his heart was pounding. Had Jin ever been this close during this bit?Jin's eyes were dead focused on his dongsaeng as his hand found the bottom of Tae's t-shirt, then ghosted upward, over his stomach and chest as he lifted his own mic. "Somebody call me wrong..." His hand, then his arm, draped over Tae's shoulder, wrapping around him some. He never took his eyes off Taehyung's face, watching the younger struggle to keep it steady. Jin was an actor; he could keep a steady expression no matter what. But watching Tae struggle ignited something inside him.Jin was playing dirty, and it was all Tae could do to fight a sharp hiss as he breathed in. He moved his own free hand, curling it in Seokjin's caramel locks at the back of his head. Not enough for pain, but enough to let the older know Tae wasn't out of it yet. "I don't want to care..." God, if that wasn't true. He wanted to kiss his hyung so bad, right at that moment, in front of everyone, but he also knew he didn't dare.Oh, the hair grab was a low blow, but Jin also loved that. His beloved dongsaeng misbehaving... Before Tae could lower his mic, Jin leaned in, their foreheads pressing together as he sang into it. "So how about you, too?" His lips curled into a smile.You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife.The fans were absolutely screeching as the pair slowly turned their gazes back to the crowd. Soon enough though, their voices rang out, their lips curling into smiles. "SO WHAT?!" The poppers went off, and the pair sprang away from one another, the energy seeming to snap right back to normal.But it hadn't. Not for them.***The hotel wasn't far from the venue, thankfully.The elevator door dinged as it reached the top floor of the hotel; BTS being who they were, they had the whole floor of expensive, exclusive suites to themselves. As Seokjin pulled Taehyung off the elevator by the arm, Namjoon scowled, now that they were out of the sight and ears of the staff. "You two want to explain what the hell that was on stage?!""Nope!" Seokjin was the one to reply as he quickly unlocked the door to the suite he shared with Taehyung. The younger flashed his boxy grin and a 'V' with his fingers at the group as they vanished from view, the door closing and locking behind them.Namjoon seethed, only to freeze as he felt an arm around him, a familiar face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Come on, Joonie." Hoseok murmured in his ear. "I'll take your mind off it..."Namjoon immediately felt himself slip, Hoseok's hand sliding to the end of his t-shirt and slipping under, gently trailing over his abs. Licking his lips, the leader nodded absently as his sunshine led him down the hall.***Taehyung was instantly on Jin, not caring they were both still dressed and slightly sweaty from their performance. The taller man easily lifted the younger and pinned him to the closest wall, their lips meeting in a wet, heated, sloppy kiss. Jin tugged off Tae's shoes before nudging off his own, four soft 'thuds' heard as shoes met the floor. Hands curled in caramel brown as Tae deepened the kiss, his eyes shut tight as he tried to take control. Jin had his number, though, and was soon expertly toying with the blond's tongue and squeezing his thighs. Despite the fact he wasn't in control, Tae was the one to break the kiss with a soft mutter. "Mmn, Namjoon was mad."Jin pulled away, biting gently at Tae's lip. "And whose fault was that? You were being damn naughty on stage, Taehyungie~" Jin smirked, kissing him again. They had made out before (well, more than made out), in secret, away from prying eyes, but touching and kissing... that's all they ever did. Not tonight. Tonight had been the night they'd been waiting for. Last concert for a few weeks, no commitments for the next few days, and for tonight, nobody to walk in and interrupt them. Jin wanted Taehyung so bad he could barely stand it, and he knew the younger felt the same way. But they would take their time, enjoy the slow burn and build as much as possible. He felt Taehyung's long legs wrap around him, Jin moving his hands under Tae's t-shirt. After some effort (and a bit of a whine from Tae as the kiss was broken), the shirt was off and tossed to the floor. After tugging off his own shirt, Jin slid his hands down the tight denim around Tae's legs, muttering for him to hang on as he moved them both to the bed."Hyung..." Tae murmured as he kissed at Jin's neck. "Remember our first kiss?""How could I forget?" Jin replied softly, soon lowering till they were both on the bed, still kissing and touching each other all over. "You cornered me in the kitchen.""You were ignoring me." Taehyung seemed content to keep moving his mouth up and down his hyung's neck, his tongue and teeth gently easing into the mix and making Jin shiver."Only to keep myself in check." Jin assured the younger as he closed his eyes, tilting his head to give the blond, younger man more room to work. He slid his hands down Tae's body, finding the top of his jeans and expertly undoing the button and zipper. "I did ask you if you were gay, and your response was to kiss me until I couldn't breathe."Tae chuckled some, shifting to wriggle his hips and help Jin pull off the skintight jeans. He paused in his devouring of Jin's neck to card his fingers through his hyung's soft, caramel-colored hair, pushing it back and showing his forehead. "Thought that was enough of a response. Aren't you gay?"Jin eyed Tae as he bit his lip a moment. "No. I just like you." Jin grinned and they both chuckled, kissing each other again.Neither of them were sure how long they laid next to each other, just using their lips on one another, but as time passed, the kisses got heavier and lasted longer. Whispers of 'love you' and 'so cute' shifted to soft whimpers and short moans. Tae gasped softly as Jin broke the kiss, moving his lips down Tae's neck and shoulder to return the favor. "Mmn, hyung..." The words came out softly in an exhale, Tae moving an arm to wrap around the older man's back, sliding up to his shoulder, tracing over the skin. He curled his fingers around Jin's broad shoulders, sighing and shivering. "Please, hyung... Want more...""Hm? You want more, baby boy?" Jin lifted his head and shifted till he was atop the younger, grinning some as Tae whined at the nickname. "You're so cute like this though..." He ran his hands down Tae's chest and stomach, finding the top of his jeans. As he slid his fingers under the waistband, he heard Tae's breath hitch, felt his back arch some.As his hands moved down to grasp the bedsheets, Tae released his sharp intake of breath in another soft moan, feeling Jin's fingers undo the button and slowly pull down the zipper. He couldn't remember when he fell in love with Jin; he thought, maybe, it was love at first sight, but then he remembered how Jin looked during the War of Hormone video. That was the moment, Jin with eyeliner on, reddish hair, and pants that made his ass look great... That was when Kim Taehyung fell arse-over-tit in love with his hyung, and never looked back. Of course, Jin was observant, and after confronting Tae about all the staring he was doing, the younger had admitted his crush, and Jin thought it was was adorable.Jin, for his part, hadn't counted on liking Taehyung in the same why, but after seeing just how earnest, eager, and devoted the younger was when nobody else was watching... Jin fell just as hard (though he'd never admit it).A tracing of cold air below the belt brought Taehyung out of his memories, and he flushed red as he remembered that he had been in a rush to get dressed, and decided to go commando for the encore. Meaning most of the audience in the front row probably saw him pop half a boner during 'So What'
thanks to Jin's... acting.No wonder Namjoon had been pissed.Jin raised an eyebrow, then snickered, breaking down laughing. The familiar, windshield-wiper-like sound made Tae laugh too, the younger reaching down to smack his hyung's shoulder. The tension eased into something more comfortable. "S-shut up! I was rushed and didn't have time-"The older shook his head, cutting him off with a wave of his hand. "Yeah, yeah, I get it." Pants tossed to the side and forgotten, Jin licked his lips slowly, moving so he was between Tae's legs, one hand curled around the base of his length. "Just relax and enjoy, baby boy." Jin nearly purred before he began to lick the tip of the blond's erection. Tae groaned, pushing himself up on his elbows. There were fewer things sexier than watching his hyung while he was doing this, and Tae didn't want to miss anything, even as his erection was teased.Jin may have not had claim to the 'tongue technology' that Yoongi boasted, but that was because his whole mouth nearly made Tae's brain short-circuit. It didn't take long for soft licks and caresses to become more, and soon, Jin was slowly moving his mouth up and down, and Tae felt a swear or two fall from his lips as he realized Jin was deep-throating him. Once he felt his hyung's nose press against his lower stomach, Tae's eyes rolled back, a hand flying up to his mouth to muffle his loud moan, teeth digging into his knuckles so much he almost broke the skin.Jin fought a smirk at Tae's reaction, keeping his mouth right where it was, swallowing and sucking slowly, not enough to get him further along, but enough to keep him rock-hard. Jin pulled something out of his pocket, giving Tae's length a deep swallow and using the resulting moan to down out the sound of a cap being opened, of liquid being squeezed out.Tae panted some, wondering just when Jin was going to start moving again, only to freeze as he felt a warm, wet finger slide into him. His breath hitched as his eyes closed, his hand falling away as his elbow gave out, the blond falling to the bed. "F-fuck, Jin...!" He tried to buck his hips, but Jin's mouth kept him pinned, the older moaning around Tae's cock. Of course, that sent a whole new series of feelings right to Tae's brain, and he quivered as a second finger slid in.As slow as Jin wanted to keep this, his cock was achingly hard in his pants; he had wanted Tae for far too long to deny himself this. Slowly pulling his lips off (with one of the filthiest slurps ever, he was certain), Jin panted, watching Tae's cock twitch and throb. He kept working his fingers, slowly, in and out, then scissoring, spreading. It was a bit easier than expected, and Jin could only theorize Tae had done something the night before that he wasn't privy to. "Taehyung." Jin's voice already sounded a bit rough; thank god they weren't performing anytime soon. "Want another finger?" Tae replied with a whimper and a nod, and Jin slowly slid in a third. Tae may have had the biggest hands and longest fingers, but Jin was no slouch in that department either, his fingers curling up and slowly pressing against Tae's prostate.If Tae though he was done before, he was terribly wrong. The slow press of Jin's fingers got him to gasp, but the pressure stayed, Jin slowly moving his fingers against the sensitive flesh in slow circles. Moaning deeply, Tae curled one hand in the sheets, the other tangled in his blonde hair as he twitched. He was tying not to move his hips, knowing if he did one wrong thing, Jin would stop. After what felt like hours, the fingers pulled away from his prostate, and somehow, the feeling of the stimulation stopping was just as intense as when it started. Tae felt like the breath had been knocked out of him, the younger tilting his head back, his hand sliding from his hair to the sheets. The cry he released was broken, needy, desperate. "H-hyung! Jin-hyung, please...!"Jin was a little in awe as he looked down at Tae, slowly sliding his fingers out of the blond. His skin was tanned, smooth and flawless; one of Jin's massive pet peeves was the fact they were almost always whitewashed in photos, but looking at Taehyung like this made the older a little bit thankful. Nobody else deserved to see him like this. Tae already looked wrecked; his hair was fanned out under his head, the golden locks looking like a halo. His eyes were barely open, the normally sharp brown eyes now cloudy and unfocused. His lips were parted as he tried to catch his breath, the tip of his soft, pink tongue just barely seen. "P-please, hyung..." A cracked whisper came from the younger. "Need you..."Running his tongue over his own lips, Jin finally moved, needing to get off the bed for a brief moment at least to take his own jeans off. Tae whined some at the loss of contact and warmth, Jin soothing him with soft murmurs until the cursed, too-tight denim and stifling boxers were both off and kicked away. He crawled on top of Tae, one hand caressing the younger's face as the other spread his tanned thighs apart. "You look so good, baby..." Jin breathed the words out, lathering a bit more lube on his cock. They were both clean, and neither of them were really fans of condoms. Jin was the biggest out of all the members (he remembered Jungkook asking which god or demon Jin made a deal with to get that big when he first saw it), and Tae knew this was going to be a little bit of a challenge when he only had fingers one time before (it was with Jimin, and they were experimenting). But he wanted it; Jin could see it as his eyes opened a bit more."Hyung..." Tae whined as he felt Jin shift, the older taking one of his hands and lacing their fingers together before placing them on the bed, by Tae's head. The heated, throbbing tip of Jin's cock pressed to his entrance. Jin lowered his head, resting his forehead against Tae's."M'going slow." He murmured, and sure enough, the slow pushing began. Tae's eyes widened, his head tilting back as his loud moan filled the room. He was soon silenced by Jin, whose free hand guided him into another deep kiss, partially to distract him, partially because he needed to distract himself. Just having one-third of himself inside the younger made him want to come for days, and he needed to keep the urge in check. He felt Tae's free hand scramble, tangling in his hair, and Jin couldn't fight a small moan at the resulting tug. He moved his head, kissing down the younger's neck and shoulder.For his part, Tae felt like he was being split in two - and loving every moment of it. He was trying to relax, breathing in deeply, exhaling with a shaky moan. And Jin was moving slowly, even though Tae knew they both wanted each other so badly. Tae felt his toes curl, his legs wide and bent at the knee. He could see Jin's hand curled around his out the corner of his eyes, his soft, milky skin standing out against his own honey-shaded. He loved that about him; Jin was bitter because he always burned, never tanned, but Tae loved every bit of the man on top of him. He tried to keep that focus, but the thickness spreading him open made that impossible. He whined some, only to gasp as Jin suddenly slid the rest of the way in, their hips meeting."Amazing." Jin murmured, his free hand moving to gasp Tae's sliding up his arm till their fingers were laced together. pressing it to the bed in a match to the one he already had captured. "You're so warm, baby... Warm and wet and tight." He nearly choked on the last word, lowering his head to pepper Tae's face with kisses as the blond shuddered and panted.Tae was nearly gone, Jin's hands and words the only thing keeping him on earth. The cock so deep inside him felt heavenly, but just having it in there resting wasn't enough, even if it throbbed in time with Jin's heartbeat. "Jin-hyung..." Tae nearly whispered the words. "P-please, start moving..."All too willing to oblige the younger, Jin slowly moved, pulling almost all the way out, ontly to sink all the way back in. Another moan graced Jin's ears, Tae's back arching some off the bed. After doing the same thing a couple more times, Jin finally started to move in earnest, feeling that Tae was ready to accept a faster pace. Things started to blur together after that. Hands separated, but hands were never not touching something. Tae's hands were all over Jin's back and shoulders, curling , pulling, even lightly scratching as moans of "Jin" and "hyung" tumbled from his throat. Jin's own hands fanned across Tae's chest before grasping his hips, giving himself better leverage. He leaned down to put a few deeper marks on Tae's chest, trying to avoid his shoulder blades. No need for cameras to catch something that could start talk. One day though, Jin was determined to leave a hickey on Tae's neck, right where his neck and shoulder met, dark and a little painful; enough to bring Tae memories of how he got it.Tae wasn't even sure what was happening. All he could register was feeling, sensation, and every ounce was so pleasurable that he felt like he was suffocating in the best way possible. He gasped, he cried out, he bucked his hips into Jin's every time he slid inside. He wanted all of it, more of it, anything Jin was willing to give to him. Even if it got too much...Jin lost the little control he had with the way Tae was reacting, and before he knew it, his lips had moved upwards, licking and nibbling over the juncture where Tae's neck and shoulder met. After a particularly rough thrust, he bit down, sucking so hard he knew the are was going from red to purplish-blue.Tae nearly lost it. "Oh, God, fuck, Jin-!" The words drowned into a moan, the younger bucking his hips even harder into Jin's, begging for harder, faster without any words. And Jin responded, doing exactly what Tae wanted.Moans got louder, whines and pleas for more mingling in the air. But one word made Tae come undone. The word was whispered, a tongue tracing the bruise left behind as Jin sped up his thrusts one more time, determined to make Taehyung come. "Jagi..."That tore it. Taehyung cried out Jin's name, pulling him down and burying his face in the older's broad shoulder as his nails curled into flesh, coming almost violently against their stomachs and chests. Jin was right there with him, releasing deep inside the blonde, the warm sensation giving Taehyung a second orgasm right on the backside of the first, nearly knocking him out from the sensation.As his eyes fluttered open, Tae heard himself pant, feeling sweat along his skin as hie eyes flickered upward. Jin looked as fucked out as Tae felt, panting himself even as he stayed firmly inside the younger. As Jin slowly pulled out as he went soft, Tae made a quiet sound, then smiled. "Love you." He murmured in his signature low voice, hands sliding to curl around the back of Jin's neck. "C'mere..."Jin flashed a smile back before lips met, Jin's eyes closing yet again as he kissed his younger love in return, running a hand through the sweaty blond locks, not caring about the feeling.The pair kissed one another till they drifted off, both knowing they'd wake up in about half an hour and take showers. Jin would change the sheets and they both would then truly sleep, curled around one another in a tangle of limbs, comfortable and warm.***The next morning, in the elevator going down to the lobby...An agitated leader. "I can't believe you left a hickey, hyung. It's damn near a bruise!"A slightly rough vocalist. "And you have rope burns around your wrists, Joonie, but we aren't giving you shit about it."A baritone-voiced dancer. "I like it. Besides, my collar's high enough just for getting through the airport."A bored, tired rapper. "I'm the only one with self control here."An amused youngest. "You had me and Jimin up your ass at the same time last night, you kinky hyung."An exasperated vocalist and dancer. "And you recorded it, you kinkier maknae." A sigh and a smile of sunshine as the doors dinged. "I'm glad we're all getting along."---
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Remember when I said porn without plot?
I lied.
Sorry not sorry, these two make me soft.
Don't worry, I'll be back to my usual filth next time. Let's just say it involves Namjoon, Hoseok, and rope, and leave it at that.
As for me... Yep, it's been over a month since I posted that Taegi. Yep, It's Your Game and Golden are still on Slowatus. Yep, I'm still moving. Yep, wishing for death daily because adulting is hard but kpop makes it a bit better.
I purple you, ARMY~