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Yoongi whined.Hoseok’s mouth felt so good around his cock, tight and wet and deep as he slid himself slowly to the back of his throat, his hips jerking against his will, small kicks that had Hoseok grinning into his soft pubic hair. The younger man pulled back with a slurp, saliva and precum strung between the head of Yoongi’s flushed cock and perfect loveheart lips, and raised his brows teasingly. Yoongi shuddered.“Don’t cum yet,” Hoseok murmured, slim fingers firm around the base of Yoongi’s throbbing cock, the other hand caressing his balls gently, squeezing them against the heat of his palm. Yoongi’s head dropped back on his shoulders and he tried to resist the urge to jerk forward, to force his cock back into the perfect warmth of Hoseok’s mouth.“Hobi--” He was so close, could feel it escalating inside of him, bursts of heat and desire searing in his stomach.Hoseok tsked.“Hold it up properly Yoongi, or you’re not allowed to cum at all.”Yoongi hadn’t realised his hands had slipped from where they held his shirt, pulled taut and high above his chest, hard nipples on display. He lifted it higher, hands shaking, desperate to weave their way into Hoseok’s dark hair instead, knowing he mustn’t, that he’d be punished if he disobeyed.“Good boy,” Hoseok purred, stroking the hand on Yoongi’s cock back and forth slowly, so slowly Yoongi wanted to yell and fuck himself into Hoseok’s wet hand, sticky with drool and tight, almost painfully tight, clenched so hard around his aching length.“My good boy is so pretty when he’s waiting to cum.”
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“Tae--”“Yeah?” Taehyung breathed, pressing his nose into Jungkook’s neck, inhaling deeply as Jungkook whined and shivered beneath him. “Does it feel good baby?”“Mm--” Jungkook could barely string together his words as Taehyung’s hips shifted and rolled forward, forcing his cock to press hard against Jungkook’s prostate, sending drool leaking from parted red lips. He was so full, so so full, and Taehyung was grinning into his neck, sucking a harsh dark mark beneath his jaw line.Another slow thrust had Jungkook keening loudly, hands scrabbling against Taehyung’s tensed shoulder blades, gripping for dear life, nails sinking into tanned skin, and Taehyung was laughing, sliding out, sinking back in, so slowly that Jungkook wanted to scream. But when he was filled back up, over and over, he could only lay there and take it, eyes rolling to the back of his skull with tiny whines slipping up his throat.“Baby, are you nice and full? You’re so tight around me, can you feel it all?”“Oh--” Jungkook could feel it so deep, pressing so far inside him, enough to have his hips jerking from the mattress, his own cock twitching and leaking as Taehyung fucked him deep and slow, nipping the shell of his sensitive ear. “Fuck, y-yeah, hyung, ‘m full--”Taehyung was so huge inside him, stretching Jungkook so wide that it almost hurt, almost, feeling every single inch of the older man as he throbbed inside his ass. Jungkook felt like a toy, unable to move as Taehyung used him, his eyes unfocused as the elder pushed his thighs closer to his heaving chest, to spread him more, spread him wider for his thick cock.“Kookie, you’re so good for hyung, aren’t you?”“Mm--”“So good, so pretty for me.”Another slow, teasing roll of the hips, dragging back as Jungkook sobbed, taking his time to fill the younger back up.“You take my cock so well.”“Y-yeah--”“Such a good boy for hyung.”“Tae--” and Jungkook tried to reach for his cock, to jerk himself to completion, teetering on the edge of his orgasm, but Taehyung grabbed his wrist and pushed it back into the soft mattress as Jungkook cried.“Naughty,” Taehyung taunted, deep voice forcing shivers to lick up Jungkook’s thighs, up and up his spine, and he shivered repeatedly as Taehyung smiled. “I know you can cum just from this.”“P-please--”“Come on baby, show hyung how good you are, I know you can do it.”Taehyung picked up his pace, slamming his hips harsh and fast, and Jungkook couldn’t hold in his stuttered wail, pleasure brimming hot in every nerve of his body, so full, so fucking full. He could only lay there and let Taehyung fuck him, pliant and whiny with his legs pressing to his chest from where Taehyung had folded him in half.“Fuck--” and Jungkook heard how incoherent he sounded, his voice jumping and falling in pitch as Taehyung fucked him stupid. “F-fuck, h-hyung, ‘s good, good, g-good--!”Jungkook came with a shout, Taehyung pressing their parted lips together, groaning into Jungkook’s panting mouth as he chased his own orgasm, licking down every oversensitive whimper the younger couldn’t swallow. Jungkook could tell Taehyung was close, so close, seeing his dark brows furrow beneath his shaggy hair, and when he pulled back and out, releasing all over Jungkook’s stomach and spent, wet cock, Jungkook giggled, breathy and absolutely fucked out.“So much,” he murmured, watching the way Taehyung’s cum pooled in his belly button, in the dips of his pelvis and lean abdominal muscles. “Tae, you came so much.”“Yeah,” Taehyung panted, stroking the last of his orgasm out onto the boy beneath him, tilting his head back to catch his breath. “It’s your fault.”“Oh?” Jungkook smirked, cute teeth peeking through flushed, bitten lips. “My fault?”Taehyung grinned back.“You heard me.”“Is it because you think I’m cute? Hmm, Tae?”Taehyung slapped his thigh hard, and Jungkook yelped.“No,” Taehyung smiled sweetly, his cock softening between his thick thighs, still so big, so big. “It’s because you just lay there and take it, like the good little slut you are. Makes me cum so hard, when I fuck you so good you can’t even speak.”“Shut up,” Jungkook blushed, averting his eyes.“You asked,” Taehyung murmured, and he kissed at Jungkook as the younger boy pouted, annoyed, aroused, wanting to be filled, again and again and again, so empty now, so empty.Sigh.“Just hurry up and get hard again, ‘kay?”“What’s the magic word, hmm?”Jungkook sighed, and rolled his eyes.“Please, get hard again. P-please.”Taehyung nuzzled his cheek and kissed there softly.“I’m gonna fill you up so well Jungkookie, I promise.”Jungkook grinned.“Good.”
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Jimin made it impossible for Yoongi to cry out like this, with a strong arm wrapped around his neck.Yoongi almost felt as if he’d been caught by a high school bully, putting him in a headlock after chasing him around the school grounds, but it wasn’t a bully, it was Jimin, pretty, sweet Jimin, and he hadn’t chased Yoongi-- Yoongi had chased him instead.Yoongi had teased him all night, pushing each and every single one of Jimin’s buttons, rolling his eyes when Jimin spoke to him, scoffing when Jimin joked around with him, and he’d watched as Jimin grew increasingly more agitated, more angry as the night wore on.Just the way he liked Jimin to be.“You fucking brat,” Jimin was hissing in his ear, forearm pulled hard across Yoongi’s throat, wet and shiny from where Yoongi had drooled all over him. “Is this what you wanted, huh?”Yoongi could only wheeze in response, his hips jerking beneath the weight of Jimin’s strong but lithe body, pressed into the soft mattress as Jimin fucked into him, sharp, rough thrusts sending pathetic mewls spilling past his gasping lips.“Yeah, you wanted it, didn’t you hyung?” Jimin laughed, hot breath burning against the back of his ear, teeth nipping at the shell, at the silver that was stapled into his lobes. “Acting out in public like a bad boy, you wanted me to fucking ruin you, didn’t you?”“J-Jimin--”Yoongi could feel the edges of his vision wobble, but it felt so good, the way his breath fell short in his lungs, the way his body tried desperately to suck in air as Jimin deprived him of it. Jimin was panting into his hair, arm still locked around him, not letting him go, holding him down to use him as he pleased.“Hyung likes it hard, don’t you?” Jimin teased, his stray hand wandering down to Yoongi’s shuddering hips, pressing down, halting Yoongi’s weak attempts as he tried to fuck himself back against Jimin’s thick cock. “That’s why you made me angry, because you like it when it hurts, right?”Yoongi’s whimper of agreement had Jimin giggling into him, sweet and gentle, so different from what his hips were doing, punishing his ass with powerful rolls, his thick thighs heavy against Yoongi’s own as he was smothered into the bed sheets.“Ngh--”“You’re so lucky,” Jimin was grinning, even though Yoongi’s couldn’t see it. He knew, he knew. “So lucky I didn’t put you in place in front of everyone.”Yoongi’s body jerked at the idea, of being bent over the dinner table at Seokjin’s house, all their friends watching as Jimin showed them how good he took a cock in his ass, how he cried for it until he was full with it, and Jimin was laughing, body shaking above Yoongi’s own.“Oh?” Jimin’s voice was breathy from his laughter, flushed with desire. “You got so tight all of a sudden hyung, was that a nice thought?”Yoongi didn’t have the breath to respond, but he didn’t need to, because Jimin knew his body too well, knew his own cock was making their sheets so wet, so wet.“I wish I’d spread you wide for them all to see,” and Yoongi yelped as Jimin bit hard at his jewellery, teeth tugging on the silver ring in his ear. “Wish I could show them how slutty you get when you’re stuffed full and choked out, hmm?”“Jimi--”“Make them so jealous,” and Jimin was growling now, the sharp edges of his pelvis digging into the soft of Yoongi’s trembling ass cheeks, red and tender from where Jimin had spanked him before, before he’d fingered him wide and sank his cock inside the elder. Yoongi knew he’d be bruised from Jimin’s eagerness, from his anger, but he’d wanted it like this, wanted Jimin to fuck him up so perfectly in his throes of irritation. “Show them how hard you cry when you cum around my cock.”Yoongi could feel the tears already, spilling down his flushed cheeks, meeting the corners of his parted lips, mingling with his spit as his whimpers came out raspy and desperate, and he was so close, squeezing hard around Jimin inside him. Jimin didn’t slow though, only pulling his arm tighter around Yoongi’s throat, tilting his head back so he take in Yoongi’s unfocused gaze.“Hyung,” Jimin was getting there too, brows furrowed, sweat gleaming beneath his long fringe. “You gonna cum?”“Mmf--”“You are, aren’t you?” and sometimes Yoongi hated how much Jimin teased him, a fitting punishment for riling him up all night. “Gonna cum thinking about them watching, huh? Dirty boy hyung, that’s so fucking dirty.”Yoongi whined, low and long as he came, light headed as he soiled the sheets, thighs twitching, ass clenching hard as his body jerked, caught between the bed and Jimin’s firm body, unable to escape the tremors as Jimin fucked him through his orgasm, so overstimulated, so pliant. Jimin’s arm pulled away from his neck, opting to take his hand, fingers locked together, pressed into the bed. Yoongi whimpered into the sheets as Jimin nipped the nape of his neck hard enough to send tears spilling from his eyes, and then Jimin was coming with a groan, those strong hips slamming into him, stuttered, chasing his pleasure.“Fuck,” Jimin was panting, free hand pulling at Yoongi’s flushed ass cheek, spreading him apart to watch his cock soften inside the elder, thick lips pulling back into a prideful grin. “Fuck, Yoongi.”Yoongi was too exhausted to respond, throat raw, so sore, so fucking good, only able to lay still and shiver as Jimin’s cum leaked from his hole, down his shaking thighs. Jimin slapped his ass once, twice, and then leaned down to bite the imprint he’d left behind, laving his tongue over the indents of his teeth as Yoongi purred.“Was that what you wanted?” Jimin asked, reaching for the towel on the floor, bringing to the mess they made all over their bed. Yoongi turned, eyes glittering, pretty pouty lips turned up in a smirk.“Yes.”Jimin shook his head, laughed, and threw the towel at Yoongi’s face.“Fucking brat.”
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Namjoon sobbed.“Fuck.”A giggle answered his curses, a cheeky giggle, high pitched and laced with lust, all breathy and almost as fucked out as Namjoon felt. He knew Jimin was enjoying this far too much, having his hyung at the mercy of his small hands, as he dripped bright red wax down Namjoon’s heaving chest.“J-Jimin--!”“Does it hurt, Joonie?” and Namjoon couldn’t see, with the blindfold tight across his scrunched eyes, but he knew Jimin was grinning, wide and perfect and beautiful. It made his heart ache, and his dick twitch, neglected between his shaking thighs. He pulled lightly against the bindings holding him to the chair, and cried out again as another hot splash of wax landed on his nipple, so hot, cooling rapidly. It was almost torture, how good it felt, when the wax cooled and shrunk, pulling at his sensitive flesh.“Y-yeah,” Namjoon murmured, wriggling in his seat, hips bucking slightly as those tiny hands brushed teasingly past his aching cock. “L-like it though--”“I know you do,” Jimin cooed, straddling Namjoon slowly, squeezing his strong thighs for leverage, and Namjoon whimpered, wanting Jimin’s to touch him where he needed it, wanting Jimin to rut hard against him, to cum all over his stomach. Namjoon wished he could see Jimin’s face right now, see how wet his thick lips were, stare into his lust-lidded eyes. He could hear Jimin licking at his lips, taking in his hyung with a gaze that had Namjoon breaking out in goosebumps. Namjoon bucked again, unable to control his hips.Jimin tsked.“My little pain slut, hmm Joonie? Want more?”The hot, thick almost liquid was poured into the dip of Namjoon’s collarbone, leaking downwards slowly as Namjoon wailed, wetting the fabric across his eyes with burning tears. Fuck, it hurt, it felt so fucking good, so good--“Your tits are getting all red,” Jimin was laughing, tugging on the one nipple that was exposed from the waxy mess he was making. Namjoon was almost writhing now, Jimin’s small fingers pulling him apart at the seams, making him babble, making him drool. “So red and pretty for me.”“Fuck, f-fuck--!”Jimin was grabbing at his chest now, his tiny hand harsh at his pec, digging through the sticky wax, and Namjoon felt precum pearl and spill down his length, his hips disobeying his mind as he tried to rut against Jimin, tried to chase some kind of pressure. Jimin was pinching his nipple, squeezing his tit with eager fingers, slapping the reddened skin with an almost delirious giggle, and Namjoon flushed hard with shame.He was sometimes embarrassed about his body, about how fat somehow wanted to store itself in his chest and stomach, not going to the nicer places like Jimin’s did. Jimin had a perfect ass, delicious thighs, yet somehow, Jimin still loved Namjoon’s soft body, in all its marshmallow-ey glory. Those small fingers were pinching at his tummy now, and Namjoon whined, tried to curl into himself, but Jimin huffed in irritation, and growled low in Namjoon’s ear.“Baby, if you don’t stay still and let me play with you, you’re gonna reeeeeally regret it.”Jimin never made idle threats. Namjoon willed his body to still, even though his cock was still weeping desperately.Namjoon could hear Jimin breathing, loud, borderline panting, and he wished he could see, see what the younger looked like, see if his freckled cheeks were flushed pink, if his brows were pinched with focus. Namjoon wanted to kiss him, wanted to feel those fat pink lips sucking at his tongue, wanted to feel Jimin’s teeth bite at him, but all he could do was whine as another hot stripe of wax was dribbled down his stomach, dipping inside his belly button, cooling fast.“That’s a good boy,” Jimin whispered, breath hot against the shell of Namjoon’s ear. Namjoon winced as Jimin licked at his lobe, bit the ring dangling there, pulling back with a harsh slurp. “So good Joonie, I can feel you trembling.”And he was, Namjoon could feel his entire body shaking beneath Jimin, thighs clenching and jittery, an orgasm building hot at the bottom of his stomach. It was embarrassing how easy it was to bring him to the edge like this, a bit of praise, a bit of pain, but Jimin loved unravelling him like this, and he couldn’t deny how good it felt, more hot wax licking down past his abused dark nipple. God, he wanted to cum, he wanted it--“J-Jimin--”“Mm?” Jimin was teasing, knowing exactly what Namjoon wanted, needed. “What is it?”Namjoon whimpered.“I… w-wanna cum, please--”“Oh?”Namjoon gasped at the feeling of Jimin’s tongue licking at his parted lips, those pretty crooked front teeth nipping hard before he pulled away.“Okay then,” Jimin sighed. “You can cum.”They kissed, hot and wet and frantic, Namjoon whining into Jimin’s mouth, Jimin growling back, before Namjoon’s whines turned to sobs at Jimin’s small hand gripping his cock hard. It barely fit his girth, fingertips unable to touch, and it made Namjoon’s skin flush and burn. Sometimes he forgot how small Jimin was, how delicate and tiny, so pretty, so perfect, so good at making Namjoon his.Jimin was smiling into the kiss now, smiling hard, a breathless giggle breaking past his plumped up lips, and Namjoon felt confusion first-- and then a moment of unbelievable pain, before coming with a broken shout into Jimin’s grinning mouth.Jimin had poured the wax down his cock, from the flushed dark head, dripping and sliding down his shaft, and it had hurt and burned and he’d cum from the pain, from the searing pleasure, gasping and trying to catch his breath as it cooled, as his cum mixed and hardened with the red waxy liquid. Jimin was still kissing at him, all spit slicked lips and tongue, and Namjoon could only sit there and take it as his entire body vibrated against the chair.“Fuck,” Jimin panted, finally pulling the blindfold from Namjoon, wiping at his wet eyes with his clean hand. “Joonie, you’re so pretty, so good, fuck.”“I’m gonna die,” Namjoon whined, so sore, so oversensitive now, body still jerking from the aftershocks of his orgasm. “I’m dying--”“Oh shut up,” Jimin laughed, slapping his waxy chest playfully, earning himself a pathetic whine from his hyung trapped beneath him. “You’re being a baby.”“I thought we talked about wax on the dick,” Namjoon found the energy to grumble. “Now it’s all stuck in my pubes. I’m gonna have to pull it out and it’s gonna hurt.”“Aww,” Jimin cooed sarcastically, brushing back Namjoon’s blonde hair to kiss at his sweaty forehead. “You’re a big boy, you can handle a little more pain.”Namjoon pouted dramatically.“Can we shower right now please?”“You’re always so cranky after this,” Jimin smiled, saccharine and sweet. “My poor, cranky pain slut.”Namjoon flushed bright red, the restraints falling loose, arms dropping to his sides. Jimin was eyeing him with that look again, THAT look, and Namjoon swallowed nervously.“Let’s get you cleaned up, big boy,” Jimin murmured, kissing Namjoon softly, pulling him from the chair, and Namjoon knew his night wasn’t over yet. “I kinda wanna eat you out until you cry.” Namjoon had never raced to the shower faster in his life.
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“God, look at you.”Jungkook heard the strangers voice, deep, velvety, and brimming with desire, before he felt hands on him, gripping his hips over his skin tight jeans. Large hands, strong and hot, burning into his flesh, one glance down rewarding him with glimpses of silver rings and tanned skin.Yum.“What about me?” Jungkook spoke, loud enough to be heard over the club music, letting the man behind him pull them flush, gasping at their contact, feeling something hard pressed up against his ass. When Jungkook tilted his head back, staring up at this mystery man, he shivered.Shaggy brown hair covered dark lidded eyes, paired with pretty down turned lips, a long nose dotted with a perfect freckle, and Jungkook wanted to drown in this man’s gaze, wanted to stay under forever. He could see where sweat was beading and falling from the stranger’s hairline, and he wanted to lick it up, swallow it all.“Fuck, you’re hot,” Jungkook found himself panting, letting the music flow through him, grinding his ass back into the man, grinning as fingers sank hard into his hip bones.“You’re one to talk,” the man grinned back, hips rolling in reply to Jungkook, sensual and slow, teasingly so, and Jungkook wanted to know what else his hips could do, how fast they could go. “Out here looking all pretty, teasing everyone with your body-- do you know how good you look?”Jungkook did, in fact, know he good he looked.He’d pulled on his tightest jeans, his sheerest shirt, splashed on a dash of eye shimmer and some lip tint, and hit the clubs looking for a fuck. Jungkook knew the clubs weren’t the best for finding a good lay, but he had a delicious feeling about this stranger, and he was so horny, had been for weeks. He needed it so badly.“Mm, do I?” Jungkook teased back, letting his body work it’s magic, hitting each beat to the song thrumming through the air, feeling the stranger grow harder against him.The man let out a small chuckle, pretty lips curling in a smirk.“What’s your name?”“Jungkook.”“I’m Taehyung.”“Ohh,” and Jungkook found his fingers interlocking with Taehyung’s, pulling them against his stomach, Taehyung digging his thumbs beneath the waistband of his jeans. Jungkook was getting hard now too, the fabric painful against him as it grew tighter, and when Taehyung gently dragged his knuckles across his trapped erection, Jungkook felt his knees wobble, almost give out from under him.“Sensitive,” Taehyung murmured, breath so hot against the jewelled shell of Jungkook’s ear, making the man beneath his touch tremble. “Sensitive and gorgeous-- how are you real?”“Just am,” Jungkook managed to gasp, fingers still locked inside Taehyung’s now diving beneath his jeans. He wanted to buck into the touch, but instead he focused harder on dancing, on making sure his hips kept rolling to the beat of of the boosted bass, letting it thrum through his blood, spurring him on. Taehyung was growling in his ear, nipping at the pretty chains that dangled from his soft lobes.“I’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep this up,” Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook had to bite back a moan. “But that would be a waste, don’t you think?”“Yeah,” and Jungkook agreed entirely. “Want it on my face.”Taehyung’s hands gripped so tight, around his fingers, against his hip, and Jungkook whined, a little from the pain, but mostly from the way Taehyung was panting behind him, so eager, sounding so close.“That’s… fuck, that’s slutty.”“Bathroom,” Jungkook whined louder, leaning his head back against Taehyung’s broad shoulder, glimpsing the handsome stranger again, licking his lips. “Take me to the bathroom.”“It’s dirty in there,” Taehyung replied, but his eyes were gleaming in the strobe lights, and his cock was pulsing against Jungkook’s ass.“I don’t care,” and Jungkook didn’t, he really didn’t. He needed Taehyung right now, didn’t want to risk losing this beautiful stranger to another, not when this was exactly what he’s come out searching for.It was so perfect, the way Taehyung pressed him up against the door when it was finally locked behind them, scooping Jungkook into his arms with a strength that had Jungkook sighing. Taehyung was gripping at his thighs, pulling Jungkook’s legs to wrap around his thick waist, and then those pretty, silver adorned hands were digging into the flesh of Jungkook’s ass. Jungkook whined.“Are you a crybaby?” Taehyung said, pulling away from their previous kiss, lips all spit slicked and swollen from where Jungkook had nipped at them. “Are you gonna cry when I cum all over your pretty face?”“P-probably,” Jungkook licked at the taste Taehyung had left on his lips. “Is that okay?”“God,” Taehyung kissed at him again, small soft presses of lips, almost sweet. “Baby, you’re like a fucking dream come true, has anyone ever told you that?”Jungkook laughed, knocking his head back against the wooden door.“You want me to cry? That’s weird.”Taehyung smiled, and it was brilliant, all perfect white teeth, boxy and bright. Jungkook felt his heart skip a beat.“Well, I’m weird, so.”“Hot people can’t be weird, that’s not how it works.”Taehyung kissed him again. Soft, sweet, and then drew his tongue up Jungkook’s parted lips with a groan, and Jungkook whimpered, hurting with his want for this stranger.“Stop kissing me,” Jungkook was gasping. “Stop kissing, let me s-suck you off, I want--”“Why are you so impatient?” Taehyung teased, wearing that beautiful grin. “Can’t I worship you first?”“Worship me when I’m messy.”Taehyung couldn’t argue with that.It didn’t take long for Jungkook to find himself on his knees, desperate hands coming to pull at Taehyung’s worn leather belt, slipping the strap from the buckle, pulling out Taehyung’s cock while the pretty man hissed under his breath. Jungkook stroked it with awe, once, twice, admiring the girth in his hands, how heavy it was, how big. There was black hair at the base, curling up beneath Taehyung’s shirt, and Jungkook couldn’t hold himself back if he fucking tried.Taehyung’s cock was salty and kinda sweaty, but Jungkook swallowed him up eagerly, sucking away the taste greedily, letting his tongue lay slack inside his mouth. Taehyung was moaning, low and deep and it rumbled through Jungkook’s pulse like thunder, spurred him on, made him force Taehyung further into his mouth, until his nose was tickled with coarse pubic hair.“Holy fuck,” Taehyung was gasping, way too loud, too loud, but knowing someone might hear them had Jungkook shuddering with excitement. “Fuck, f-fuck--”Taehyung was so close, Jungkook wanted to laugh, but he knew he’d been teasing him out on the dance floor, knew Taehyung was only human. He pulled away with a wet slurp, sucking the beads of precum at the tip of Taehyung’s cock with a hum, and then started to pump him, hand all wet and sticky with drool. Taehyung was staring down with wide, wide eyes, his mouth parted, his hips jerking slightly from Jungkook’s touch.“Do it,” Jungkook murmured, blinking up beneath long lashes as he pressed Taehyung’s cock to his cheek, running the head through the tracks of tears the deepthroating had forced from him. “Do it, please.”Jungkook yelped when the first hot spurt dashed across his cheekbone, hit his eyebrow, dirtied his fringe and his ear, but then he grinned and mewled, letting his mouth fall open, catching some on his tongue, in the Cupid’s Bow of his parted lips, and Taehyung was shuddering and heaving through his orgasm, long, pretty, perfect hands coming to smooth through Jungkook’s fucked out hair.“Come home with me,” Taehyung rasped, his voice so rough, still tainted with lust. “Please, Jungkook, come home with me.”“Why?” Jungkook asked, blinking through the mess on his face, meeting Taehyung’s warm, sleepy eyes.“You said I could worship you when you’re messy, but… I don’t want to do it here.”Jungkook giggled.“A bathroom is too low for your standards, huh?”“No,” Taehyung grinned. “It’s too low for yours. Pretty boys like you deserve better than dirty bathrooms, didn’t anyone tell you?”“No.”“Well,” Taehyung ran a thumb through the wetness, dragging the soaked digit to press between Jungkook’s swollen pink lips. “You’re not talking to the right people then.”Jungkook sucked until all he could taste was himself, and when he reflected on Taehyung’s words, he felt lighter. At peace. Weird.“Take me home then,” Jungkook whispered. “Take me home and worship me.”Taehyung knelt to kiss him, soft cock still hanging out of his jeans, wet, catching the low bathroom light, and Jungkook was still hungry, he still craved it so badly.“I’m not gonna let you sleep,” Taehyung replied.“Good,” Jungkook smiled, eyes creasing, pretty teeth peeking out from pretty lips. “I don’t want to sleep.”“I’ll worship you from dusk until dawn.”“That’s fine.”“And I’ll make you cry again.”“I like crying.”“You’re perfect,” Taehyung laughed. “Are you an angel?”Jungkook giggled. “You’ll never know.”
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It’s hot in the club, hot and sticky, the air feeling like syrup as Hoseok met each beat from the speakers with slow movements, brushing damp strands of red hair from his eyes as he smiled.It had been a while since hitting the clubs, since his job had allowed it, but now, with time to spare, he couldn’t pass up the chance to get back on the dance floor with his friends, to be up past midnight, to maybe, maybe get laid, for the first time in fucking ages.Namjoon was shyly grinding against some guy to his left, all blushed and dimpled as his hands wrapped around the guy’s tiny waist, and to his right, Jimin and Taehyung were kissing furiously like horny teenagers, all hands and tongues, no finesse. Sometimes it amazed Hoseok to remember that they’d been dating for basically forever, given the way they acted.The music was loud and almost violent as it pulsed through his body, making every nerve twitch, the deep bass thrumming right through his core to sit heavy in his groin, weirdly arousing, making him almost pant, reaching down to re-adjust as the fabric there started to grow tight.And that’s when they locked eyes.Fuck, that’s a pretty boy.Black dishevelled hair, skin glowing with sweat, a glittery thick choker wrapped tight around a pale neck, paired perfectly with a sharp, focused stare; Hoseok was enamoured.Then the pretty boy was glancing down, seeing Hoseok’s hand on his crotch, trying to fix his pants.Shit.But pretty boy only smirked, the peek of a cute pink tongue darting out to wet his doll-like lips, and Hoseok was making his way over hastily, trying not to look too desperate as he slipped through the crowd of heaving bodies, jolting in time with the booming music.Pretty boy was even prettier up close.A soft freckle on his cheek, sleepy yet demanding eyes, pale and perfect, dressed like sin. A sheer shirt unbuttoned down to expose some of his soft chest, tight pleather pants, a jacket made of silk. Hoseok wanted to touch it all.“Hi,” Hoseok found it in himself to talk, leaning into the pretty boy’s space probably a little too much, but the beautiful stranger didn’t seem to mind, leaning in as well.“Hey. Took your time.”Ohh. Confident. Hoseok liked that a lot.“Sorry,” and now they were touching, Hoseok slipping his hands around pretty boy’s waist, pretty boy meeting him, now flush to one another. “Let me make it up to you?”“I’m Yoongi,” the boy said with a curl of his perfect lips, staring up at Hoseok from beneath matted hair and long, wispy eyelashes. “Make it up to me, if you can.”“Hoseok,” was all Hoseok was able to breathe back, Yoongi now rolling his hips to the beat, gently and not with a tonne of grace, but fuck it was hot, his tiny body brushing past Hoseok’s now definitely hard cock, small, teasing movements that had Hoseok’s fingers pulling harsh into that silk jacket. “Tell me how, and I’ll do it, pinky promise.”“Hmm,” Yoongi was actually adorable, with his button nose and his pouty lips, cheeks tinged with pink from dancing, breath sweet like some kind of strawberry cocktail. “I don’t like giving orders.”Yoongi was hard too, rutting gently against Hoseok’s thigh, lips parted, tiny huffs slipping out as he wrapped his slim arms around Hoseok’s neck, standing on his tippy toes to get closer. He was fucking perfect, and Hoseok would do anything to have him, even if it was only for tonight.“That’s okay baby,” Hoseok grinned, brushing his nose to Yoongi’s, wanting to desperately to taste. “I’m good at being in charge.”“Only good?” Yoongi teased back, gaze flickering back and forth between Hoseok’s mouth and his eyes, biting down on that plush lower lip.“I’m the best.”“Prove it.”The kiss was sticky and sweet, Yoongi tasting like candy and all of Hoseok’s dirtiest dreams, all tongue and spit and whiny gasps that Hoseok greedily swallowed as he slid his hands down, to grip into the swell of Yoongi’s ass. The pretty thing was tiny, but it was deceptive almost-- Yoongi’s ass was fleshy and soft, same with his thighs, same with his solid waist. It made Hoseok drool, being able to sink his fingers into the plump parts of Yoongi’s body, wanting to see what he looked like under all the tight clothes, wanted it so badly--For all his big, confident words, Yoongi looked a mess when they finally parted, eyelids heavy, lips slick with Hoseok’s kisses, and he was pliant beneath Hoseok’s sunkissed hands, wriggling in desperation, palming Hoseok through his pants.“Come on,” the pretty thing whined, blinking cutely, the silver in his ears gleaming like stars when the strobe lights hit them. “Tell me what to do, you said you were the best.”Bratty. Bratty and pretty and sweet, just the way Hoseok liked.“You’re so impatient,” but there was mockery in Hoseok’s voice, wanting to rile up the sweet thing, kinda wanting to see him beg. It was a dangerous game, because Yoongi could leave, find another, but Yoongi let out an almost sob instead, long fingers tracing the hard outline of Hoseok’s cock.“I was watching you for so long though-- don’t wanna keep waiting for your cock, want it now--”Hoseok didn’t wanna keep waiting either, not with Yoongi so eager, so beautiful staring up at him like that.Yoongi was giggling as Hoseok grabbed his wrist and dragged the smaller man behind him, bee-lining for the bathrooms, shoving the pretty boy into an empty stall before locking the door with haste. Yoongi was back on him in seconds, mewling against Hoseok’s lips, sucking on his tongue with a rasped groan, and Hoseok didn’t waste a second, slipping his thigh between Yoongi’s so the pretty thing had something to rut against.“Shit,” Yoongi growled, low and soft, letting his head fall back to expose slender collarbones, a thick neck, the choker glittering in the dim lights. “Hoseok-- yes--”“You’re so fucking pretty,” Hoseok had to tell him, had to let Yoongi know how ethereal he was. “God, I wanna fucking worship you.”Yoongi blushed but laughed, low and rumbling, still rolling into Hoseok’s thigh like it was all he ever needed.“We should fuck,” Yoongi murmured, unzipping Hoseok’s trousers slowly, staring up with stars in his pretty black eyes.“Should we?” Hoseok replied breathlessly, wanting to laugh, unable to do so.“Don’t make me beg,” and Hoseok’s cock was in Yoongi’s hot hands now, Yoongi swallowing audibly, giving it a long, purposed stroke, base to head and back.“I think you should beg,” Hoseok didn’t know where his words were coming from, but Yoongi’s cock was jerking inside those tight pants every time Hoseok opened his mouth, so he didn’t question it for too long. “I wanna see that pretty mouth beg for me.”Hoseok reached up to touch them, Yoongi’s lips, surprised when the boy licked at them, luring them into the wet heat of his mouth with kittenish flicks of his tongue. Yoongi sighed around them, sucking hard, letting his tongue slide between the digits as he pumped away at Hoseok’s cock, and Hoseok wondered if he was dreaming.There was no way this was happening, there was no way this beautiful boy was swallowing down his fingers like he needed it, no way those perfect hands were actually wrapped around his dick--“Please,” Yoongi mumbled from around Hoseok’s fingers, pulling off, drool slipping down his chin. “Give me your stupid cock before I lose my mind.”Hoseok huffed out a laugh.“Maybe I don’t fuck rude boys.”“I bet you do,” Yoongi grinned back, pretty gums visible even in the shitty bathroom lights, perfect teeth on display. “I bet you fuck rude boys the hardest.”Oh.Fuck.Yoongi squealed when Hoseok spun, pinning him to the bathroom door, tearing at that stupid fucking shirt to expose pert pink nipples, pinching at them enough to have Yoongi a mess in his arms.“I’m going to ruin you,” Hoseok was lost to desire now, sliding a hand down Yoongi’s trousers, past his briefs, squeezing hard at his stiff cock as the pretty boy wailed. “I am going to fucking ruin you.”“Bet you can’t,” Yoongi still found the energy to tease back, and Hoseok might have fallen in love right then and there, with this fierce, bratty, beautiful thing.“Wait and see,” Hoseok kissed him, breathy and wet, Yoongi smiling against his lips. “I’ll ruin you and then I’ll take you home, and ruin you more and more and more.”Yoongi’s eyes were so wide, pupils swollen with lust, licking at his flushed lips with need, and Hoseok couldn’t hold back any longer, stripping Yoongi of his trousers, his briefs, the shiny fabric pooling around a slender ankle on the somewhat clean floor. Yoongi was panting, cute cock hard, curling up to his tummy, pale thighs shaking, long elegant fingers pulled tight into Hoseok’s gold jacket.“Please, please tell me you h-have lube,” Yoongi whined, arching against the door, lashes fluttering.“Sure do,” Hoseok felt so fucking relieved he’d grabbed a packet and a condom before leaving home, ‘just in case’. Better to be safe than sorry, he’d always thought, even though nothing this impulsive had ever happened before to warrant lube or condoms. Fuck, he felt lucky. “How do you wanna do this?”“From behind,” Yoongi hummed, turning himself to face the door, presenting his perfect ass, curving himself beautifully, the dimples on his lower back dashed with shadows. “Fuck me from behind--”Hoseok was kinda disappointed, wanting to see Yoongi’s face as he slid himself balls deep, but he couldn’t deny the fact that the view was still incredible. Yoongi’s pale ass pushing up against Hoseok’s desperate cock, the way the fabrics of the remaining garments shaped him so well, slim hands pressed to the door, his profile consisting of pouty lips and long, long lashes.Yoongi seemed to sense it though, turning his face slightly, forcing their eyes to meet.“Feels good this way,” his voice was almost shy. “Makes me feel small.”Fuck, he’s so cute.So be it.The slap Hoseok sent down against Yoongi’s creamy ass cheek had Yoongi groaning, knees shaking, making Hoseok want to hit him again, see how much he could take before he was a fucking mess against the tiled floors, but watching his handprint bloom pink against milky skin was Hoseok’s unravelling. He needed to be inside the pretty boy, didn’t want to keep playing and teasing, even though it was fun. The packet of lube tore easily, falling to the ground after Hoseok poured it down Yoongi’s crack, fingers slipping through the wet to gently press at Yoongi’s entrance, before being swallowed inside greedily.Yoongi shuddered at the intrusion, but his body followed Hoseok’s fingers when he pulled back slightly, like he didn’t want to be empty, and Hoseok pushed back inside slowly, thrusting gently, not wanting to cause discomfort. Yoongi scoffed.“I’m not fragile.”Hoseok was getting whiplash of the best kind, seeing Yoongi flip between the extremes, pliant and whimpering one moment, fiery and bratty the next. He slapped at Yoongi ass again, revelling in the way Yoongi’s hole squeezed around his digits, eager to feel it around his cock, and Yoongi hissed, head falling forward to knock against the door.“I’m sorry baby,” Hoseok murmured, blanketing Yoongi as he leaned forward, nosing at the damp hair plastered to Yoongi’s nape. “You wanted to be fucked hard, right?”“Come on,” Yoongi was rutting himself back against Hoseok’s fingers now, pressing back to Hoseok’s chest, and he really was so small there, tilting his head back, staring up with glassy eyes, glazed over with pleasure and desperation. “Ruin me.”The condom rolled on with ease, Hoseok using the lube that spilled down Yoongi’s thighs to slick himself up, and then he was pressing himself to Yoongi’s hole, gasping as Yoongi slid back, forcing him to the base hastily.“Shit,” Hoseok growled, gripping Yoongi’s soft hips for dear life, Yoongi mewling as Hoseok held him still, the pretty thing wanting to move so badly. “Yoongi--”“Hurry up and fuck me,” and it sounded like Yoongi wanted to come across bossy with his words, but instead he drawled them pathetically, and it had Hoseok hot beneath his clothing, skin prickling with need.“No ‘please’?”“Please shut your pretty mouth and just fuck me, Jesus--”Hoseok smirked.“You think my mouth is pretty?”“Yes,” Yoongi was still trying so hard to roll his hips back, whining as Hoseok crowded him closer to the door, pressed totally flush to the wood. “Pretty, like a heart--”“Aww,” and now Hoseok shifted, just a little, enough to tease Yoongi with a promise of what was to come, and Yoongi was already falling to pieces, tiny gasps, tiny moans spilling from behind gritted teeth. “You’re so sweet. Can I eat you out later?”“H-here?”“Couch, my house, after this.”“Mmf--” Yoongi bit his lip, trying to keep his sounds from escaping. “I want that--”“Yeah, me too.”And then Hoseok was fucking him hard, steady, deep thrusts that had Yoongi gasping as his breath was punched out of him, pale thighs trembling. It was hypnotising, the way Yoongi’s ass bounced back against him, soft flesh jiggling on impact, rippling to the points where Hoseok’s fingers were sunk into Yoongi’s thick waist, and it was unbelievable how hot the sounds were, the slap of wet skin, the lewd squelches, Yoongi’s raspy voice rumbling up a stretched throat.“Yes, shit--” Yoongi’s voice was cracking between syllables, reaching back with one hand to grab Hoseok’s thigh, trying to pull him deeper, faster, lips wet from where he’d licked them. “Hoseok--”The way Yoongi’s hand scraped at his thigh, trying to hard to pull him closer had Hoseok’s eyes almost rolling to the back of his head, taking it between his own hand, slamming it back against the door as Yoongi wailed. Yoongi arched like a bowstring when Hoseok’s free hand slid past a puffy nipple, down, down the soft curves of his tummy, settling around the base of Yoongi’s cock with a gentle squeeze.The hair there was soft against his palm and Hoseok stroked Yoongi slowly, paralleled to the way he was fucking into the pretty boy, hard and violent, just the way Yoongi had asked for. Yoongi was perfectly vocal in the way he was falling apart around Hoseok’s cock, chest heaving, breath ragged.“So good,” Yoongi sounded like he was trying to swallow back drool, words mumbled and wet, spit bubbles popping on his lips as he uttered nonsense. “Hoseok, your cock is so fucking good-- give it to me h-harder, g-gimme more, I need it more, m-more--”Hoseok was embarrassingly close now, forced to the edge by Yoongi’s needy ramblings, the way his tight little hole was trying to keep him deep, the way Yoongi’s soft skin was gleaming beneath weak yellow lighting-- it was like a vision from the best wet dream he’d never had, and as much as he didn’t want it to end, there wasn’t much of a choice in the matter.Luckily, Yoongi was drooling precum all over his hand as he pumped the length, agonisingly slow, knuckles and the webbing between his fingers all sticky and wet as Yoongi grew close too. His hips had stilled to let Hoseok have his way, the hand interlocked with Hoseok’s against the door clenching hard, and then Yoongi was letting out a shuddered sob, twisting to try and face Hoseok, pretty eyes sparkling as the hint of tears started to build.“K-kiss--” he managed to utter, lips parting, all swollen and red and wet, Hoseok unable to resist.Yoongi still tasted like that strawberry cocktail, sweet and addictive, and then Yoongi was coming hard, body seizing beneath Hoseok, gasps and pants leaving flushed lips to be swallowed down by Hoseok greedily. Hoseok had to slip his arm around Yoongi’s torso to hold him steady as he filled the condom with his own orgasm, licking at Yoongi’s tongue, nipping at his pretty doll lips.“Fuck,” Hoseok managed to utter, brushing his nose to Yoongi’s, breathing each other in as the pleasure thrummed through their stilling bodies. “You… you’re so fucking beautiful, Yoongi.”“You are,” Yoongi nuzzled back so sweetly, smiling gently from beneath his messy black hair. “You and your stupid heart mouth.”“Can I still take you home, please?”Yoongi laughed.“Only if I can borrow some pajamas-- I need to get out of these fucking clothes.”“Deal.”And so Hoseok took Yoongi home, waving bye to Namjoon and his handsome catch-of-the-night, hugging Tae and Jimin fondly before he escorted Yoongi to a taxi, and when they got home, showering and putting Yoongi into some far too large pajamas, they kissed and kissed and kissed. They kissed and kissed and kissed until they were asleep in each other arms, cradled by couch cushions, nature documentaries muted in the backdrop on the television as the sun started to rise.And then Yoongi became a constant in Hoseok’s life, and they fell deeply in love and started to merge their shit together; first their socks, then their CD collection, and finally their fur babies, two homes becoming one. And all Hoseok’s friends loved Yoongi more than they loved Hoseok, to Hoseok’s amusement and disdain.
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It was date number five, and Seokjin was borderline terrified.Not of Taehyung, of course-- never terrified of Taehyung. Kim Taehyung was sweet, fun, quirky and flirty, not to mention the most beautiful human being Seokjin had ever laid his eyes upon.But there was one problem, and just thinking about it for long enough had Seokjin sweating behind his knees, palms clammy and hands shaking.Taehyung was a bottom.And… Seokjin had never topped before, not once in his entire life.God, he’d wanted to, he’d wanted to top so badly. But previous partners had never really entertained that idea, had always scoffed a little, stroked his hair, kissed him softly.“But you’re so beautiful,” They always said. “You deserve to be worshipped and fucked hard.”So Seokjin had always let them. And sure, he liked it, and at the time, had loved his partners, but now, having met Taehyung--It was stirring something weird in him.Thoughts that were becoming more desperate through each date, each text, each phone call.Taehyung would look at him with those pretty eyes, all dark and framed with impossibly long lashes, perfect teeth biting down on his perfect lips, and Seokjin knew.He wants me to fuck him.And I want to, god, I want to.But… I’ll let him down, I don’t know how, I don’t know how--Seokjin felt scared tonight.It was a warm evening, the sky lit up outside the restaurant in purples and pinks, stars blinking into life above the clouds, and Seokjin could barely swallow down his meal, creamy pastas and crisp salads, Taehyung staring at him from beneath soft hair, a coy smile pulling at his flushed lips.“Distracted?”“N-no!” Seokjin almost shouted, sweat starting to bead beneath his fringe, threatening to spill. “I’m sorry, no, I’m just--”“It’s okay to be distracted,” Taehyung smiled, boxy and cute, soft cheeks bunching up. “It’s beautiful outside tonight. Maybe we should be stargazing instead of eating.”It was always hard to tell whether Taehyung was joking or not, but Seokjin laughed nervously anyways, swirling his fork in his pasta, just to give his hands something to do.“Next time,” was all he could muster up the courage to say. “W-we can stargaze next time.”They ate and made small talk, Taehyung tilting his head, the slim chains in his ears dangling and catching the light, and he was truly a vision, so breathtaking, so handsome. Taehyung looked like caramel and lust, his silky blouse unbuttoned down past slender clavicles, an expensive chain slipping down his throat, and he eyed Seokjin with intent, like the man before him was more delectable than anything the waiter could put on the table.Yeah, Seokjin was terrified.Terrified of how badly he wanted Taehyung splayed out underneath him, kissing and whining into Seokjin’s mouth with desperation, filled up with cock, begging so sweetly for more.Terrified of what would happen should he try, and fail, to make Taehyung feel good.Taehyung might laugh at him, right to his face.Taehyung might start to ghost him, and ignore all his calls.Seokjin shuddered suddenly, gasping, feeling Taehyung’s foot slide up his leg, up, up his shin, past his knee, pressing just enough into the softness of his inner thigh, and Taehyung was grinning from across the table, wine glass in hand, eyes black and swollen with want.“Seokjin,” He murmured, voice smooth, like velvet, low and dangerous, and Seokjin swallowed loudly. Oh no.This was it.Taehyung looked so pretty, so happy.“Come home with me tonight?”It was impossible say no, not wanting to disappoint pretty, happy Taehyung, in all his silks and his jewellery, smiling so perfectly.And so, they left the restaurant, and made their way to Taehyung’s home.Taehyung lived in an apartment that overlooked a park and a river, and now, with the moon high in the sky, the water was sparkling in the distance, and everything the light touched through the window was bathed in soft whites. Seokjin felt Taehyung slide up behind him, nosing between his tense shoulder blades, arms wrapped tight around Seokjin’s waist.“Jin.”Seokjin swallowed nervously.“I love you.”Seokjin couldn’t stop the trembling, as tears threatened to fall. He sucked in a harsh breath, and Taehyung was pulling away, pulling Seokjin to meet his eyes, all wide and scared and glittering with moonlight.“Shit,” Taehyung was trembling now too, hand retreating from Seokjin’s, horror dashed through his pretty features. “I-I’m sorry, I… t-too soon--”“No, Tae,” Seokjin had to comfort the younger man, taking his hands, kissing at them frantically. “No, it’s okay-- I love you too, don’t apologise--”“Ahh, I didn’t want to say it like that,” Tae was laughing now, shaking his head, earrings tinkling. “Fuck, I had it all planned out and everything, damn it.”Seokjin knew he was blushing, could feel it burn from his cheeks right to the top of his ears, and Taehyung was grinning, reaching up to touch the red, the fear in his eyes gone, now replaced with dangerous want.“Wanna go to the bedroom?”Seokjin wanted too.But god, he was so scared.“Tae, w-wait--”That fear was back in Taehyung’s eyes again, and it made Seokjin’s heart ache inside his ribs.“Oh,” Taehyung looked heart broken. “It’s-- if you don’t w-want to, it’s okay! I just thought, s-since I invited you up, you wanted--”“I want to,” Seokjin took Taehyung’s face in hand, getting so close, bodies flush against one another. “I want to, so, so badly, but I--”Seokjin sighed, screwing his eyes shut in embarrassment.“I-I’ve never t-topped before and I’m s-scared I’ll let you d-down...”It made Seokjin’s heart stutter, seeing the look on Taehyung’s face.Oh.Taehyung--“I’ll teach you,” the pretty boy murmured, pulling Seokjin closer, soft lips pressing to the sharp of Seokjin’s jaw as he spoke. “Can I? I wanna teach you, teach you how to fuck me so, so good.”“Umm,” Seokjin felt dizzy from the rush of blood travelling down to make his dick start to harden beneath his tailored slacks, leaning into Taehyung’s embrace willingly. “Y-yeah, umm, yes--”He didn’t know how it happened, but they were soon in Taehyung’s room, and Seokjin was suddenly being pushed down into Taehyung’s mattress, soft velvet sheets smooth beneath him, and Taehyung was kissing him, straddling him fast, thick thighs spread wide over Seokjin’s lap.“Jin,” Taehyung was whining against his lips, tongue peeking out to lick at them teasingly, long lashes fluttering from beneath messed, fluffy hair as he nipped and sucked and kissed. “Jin, you’re gonna make me feel so good, I can’t wait, I’ve wanted you for so long--”“I wanted you too,” Seokjin was grabbing at Taehyung’s thick waist, soft and hot beneath his large hands, Taehyung giggling against his lips. “Was so nervous, n-nervous you’d hate me--”“Why would I hate you?”“For not knowing w-what to do--”“That makes it more fun though,” and Taehyung looked like sin, eyes gleaming from the fairy lights strung across the headboard of the bed, thighs stretching the tight fabric of Taehyung’s trousers. “Means I get to be the first person in the world to be fucked by the Kim Seokjin.”This had Seokjin blushing again, gasping and trembling as Taehyung rutted against him slowly, hips curving as the younger man was grinding himself against Seokjin’s crotch. Their cocks were straining their trousers, Taehyung giggling into Seokjin’s ear.“So hard, hyung,” he murmured, deep and breathy, nipping at the red blushed shell of Seokjin’s ear, relishing the way the elder squeaked and jolted beneath him. “I wanna ride you, just like this... can I?”“Yes,” Seokjin felt lost for words as Taehyung’s kisses trailed down his cheeks, his jaw, sucking a mark against his throat as Seokjin’s hands came to slip beneath Taehyung’s silken shirt. “I want that, p-please Tae--”“I love you,” Taehyung was kissing him again, pulling at Seokjin’s tie, his shirt, hooking fingers through to unbutton the fabric, and Seokjin felt so pliant beneath Taehyung’s touch, no longer so nervous, not when Taehyung wanted him so badly. “I love you so much--”“Love you,” Seokjin could barely form words as Taehyung stripped him from his shirt before tugging off his own, soft caramel skin gleaming in the lights, pretty tummy bunched up as he bent to unzip Seokjin from his trousers hastily. “Taehyung, I love you, you’re so perfect--”“Need you inside me,” Taehyung was lost too, lust clouding his pretty eyes, tearing off Seokjin’s pants, his own following, leaving only a thin strip of laced underwear behind. It sank into the soft parts of his hips, doing nothing to conceal his cock straining against the fabric, and the sight of Taehyung like this, dressed up and flushed with arousal had Seokjin throwing his head back into patterned pillows with a low whine.It was almost too much-- knowing he was going to be inside Taehyung, that he was going to fuck Taehyung. Almost too much. Taehyung was reaching for the bedside drawer now, pulling out lube, and Seokjin didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to do.“Relax,” Taehyung was cooing, pretty hands stroking Seokjin from above his underwear before leaning down to bite at the elastic waistband, letting it flick back with a loud snap that had him grinning, had Seokjin gasping. “Let me take care of you hyung. Let me teach you.”Taehyung’s mouth was hot and wet, having pulled Seokjin’s cock free from it’s confines, sucking it down with ease, tongue teasing the sensitive spot beneath the head before digging it into his slit as he tried to chase the taste. Seokjin couldn’t stop his hands from lacing into Taehyung’s silky hair, knuckles catching on the knots where it had been messed, trying to hold back from bucking himself up into Taehyung’s pretty mouth.He was so lost in the pleasure, in the slick, loud sounds of Taehyung taking his cock to the base, that Seokjin almost didn’t notice Taehyung fingering himself open, arm stretched back, hand working fast to prepare for Seokjin’s cock. It had Seokjin’s skin feeling hot all over, heart racing, seeing Taehyung so eager to be fucked by his hyung.“Pretty,” Seokjin uttered, petting at Taehyung’s hair, awed, mouth dry at the sight of it all. “You’re so pretty Taehyung, Tae, so p-pretty--”“Cute,” Taehyung had pulled back, lips swollen and wet, eyes lidded and heavy. “Hyung, are you gonna fall apart for me?”“Think so,” Seokjin didn’t wanna lie now, not after keeping in so much for so long. “Might not… b-be able to last that long--”“It’s okay,” Taehyung winked. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”Then Taehyung was climbing back into Seokjin’s lap, kissing him sweetly, all warm lips and a hint of tongue, breathing heavily, soft chest heaving.“I’m ready,” Taehyung whispered, slipping his finger into the thin laced straps of his pretty panties, pulling them to the side as Seokjin could only watch on in absolute wonder. “Can I?”“Please,” Seokjin felt like he was begging, hands clenched into the bed sheets, stomach taut as he held himself back from rocking up, from getting closer to the sunkissed boy that was straddling him so perfectly. “Tae, p-please--”Whatever Seokjin had expected, all his daydreams and all his endless pondering-- they didn’t even come close to what it felt like, sliding his cock deep into Taehyung’s ass.It was so hot, tight and wet, and Taehyung was a vision of the ethereal kind, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks like butterfly wings, a glistening sheen of sweat making him shine in the low lights as he sank himself down on shaking thighs. The younger man was gasping, throwing back his head as he slid down slowly, honeyed thighs shaking, and Seokjin didn’t know what to do with his hands, what to say, what to feel.All he could do was whimper and whine, unable to pull his focus from the soft parts of Taehyung’s tummy, staring, before Taehyung was touching his cheeks, his chin, pulling his gaze up to meet sparkling, wide, wide eyes.“You alright?” Taehyung managed to breathe, stroking back the hair that was stuck to Seokjin’s forehead, leaning down to kiss. “Feels good?”“Yes,” Seokjin groaned, now grabbing Taehyung’s hip, forcing him to be still while he struggled to take in air. “Please, d-don’t move yet, I’ll cum--”They kissed gently while Taehyung sat against Seokjin’s groin, flush completely, his ass swallowing every desperate inch of Seokjin’s cock while it twitched inside him, and Seokjin was kinda struggling, trying so hard to pull his thoughts away from how incredible he felt right now.Taehyung’s tongue was insistent against his own, and it was making him breathless and lightheaded, so overwhelmed, so good, too fucking good--“Can I move?” Taehyung was basically begging, shivering with anticipation, running a hot hand up Seokjin’s chest. “Please, it’s okay if you don’t last, just need to feel it--”“Okay,” Seokjin loved how soft Taehyung was beneath his palms, skin tanned and silky and clear, only faint streaks of stretch marks visible on his hips. “Y-yeah, okay.”The first roll of hips had Seokjin’s stomach feeling tight, toes curled into the bed sheets, biting harsh into his lower lip. Taehyung was gorgeous above him, tanned thighs tensing with each drop and rise against Seokjin’s own, long neck exposed, throat bobbing as he swallowed. The movements were slow, deliberate, Taehyung humming with glee.“Jin hyung, it’s so deep, does it feel good?”“Yes,” Seokjin wanted to thrust himself up into Taehyung more, wanted to pull something other than soft sounds from the pretty boys mouth-- wanted him to whine and moan and be loud as he took Seokjin’s cock so well--He didn’t want to cum like this, not like this. Not with Taehyung doing all the work.“Tae, lay back, l-let me try.”“You sure?” Taehyung was already breathless, cocking a dark brow in surprise.“Yeah.”The loss of Taehyung’s tight heat made Seokjin whimper, but then Taehyung was crawling up, kissing him, laying down into the soft covers before guiding Seokjin to the space between his open, wet thighs. The younger man was a sight, spread out and grinning, pink flushing his cheeks, his chest, the head of his cock curling up against his tummy, and nothing in the world could stop Seokjin from pressing Taehyung’s thighs back, sinking into his hole once more.Taehyung let out a pleased hiss, licking his lips, letting his legs become pliant beneath Seokjin’s touch as they pressed towards his chest, and Seokjin briefly wondered how flexible Taehyung was. Wondered how many ways he could bend Taehyung to take his cock, wondered if Taehyung would look just as beautiful with ropes around his long limbs, tied to the bed for Seokjin to use--The first thrust felt awkward, Seokjin not really sure how much strength to put behind it, not sure if he would hurt Taehyung, but Taehyung gasped loudly and his eyes sparkled, pretty hands reaching out to grab Seokjin by the hips.“Hyung, yes--”Oh, it felt good.Seokjin was getting into a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts, panting as he fought away the urge to fill Taehyung, knees cushioned by soft sheets as he watched himself disappear into Taehyung’s wet hole. Taehyung’s pretty cock was leaking against caramel skin from beneath his panties, and Taehyung was beaming, pearly teeth gleaming from behind swollen lips, smiling so wide Seokjin wondered if it hurt.“Angle u-up a bit,” Taehyung murmured, using his hands to guide Seokjin’s grip against him, showing the older man where to hold and how, Seokjin catching on quickly. A single thrust had Taehyung whimpering, loud and high, Seokjin unable to keep the grin from gracing his lips.“Like that?”“God, yes--” Taehyung was quickly falling apart, a sight Seokjin had never seen, and one he intended to see every day from now on, if Taehyung would allow it. Kim Taehyung was always calm, collected, flirty to an almost fault, and Seokjin felt so proud in this moment, reducing the pretty boy to a pliant, whining mess.Whatever intimidation Seokjin had felt before, at the idea of pinning Taehyung down and fucking him hard, had all disappeared in the face of Taehyung’s pleasure. Dark lashes were fluttering to kiss Taehyung’s honeyed cheeks, lips parted, his soft tongue peeking out to wet them. It was almost unreal for Seokjin, daring to take his eyes from Taehyung’s face to glimpse down at where Taehyung’s hole was taking him in greedily, so hot and tight and wet--“Hyung,” Taehyung usual rumbling voice was jumping in pitch, soft and whiny, stuttering his words as Seokjin fucked into him harder, Taehyung’s elegant hands grasping at the sheets to ground himself. “Hyung, h-hyung, please, I-- I’m really close--”Those words nearly threw Seokjin over the edge himself, but he grit his teeth and tried not to focus on Taehyung’s soft belly, on his dark, pert nipples, on the way his pretty cock drooled into the soft curls of hair nestled at the base. His orgasm halted enough to give him the strength to reach for Taehyung’s cock beneath the fabric, stroking it gently, Taehyung wailing and shivering and arching from the covers.“Jin, yes, so good, f-feels so good--”Taehyung gasped and then he was coming into Seokjin’s hand, sticky and hot and so, so much; it splattered Taehyung’s chest, his tummy, dribbling down his balls to join the mess of lube where they were joined, and it was the hottest thing Seokjin had ever seen, had him thrusting harder, chasing his own release.“Oh--” Taehyung was laughing breathlessly, head lolled back, his entire shuddering form dusted with a pink blush beneath sweet tanned skin. “Hyung, y-you-- lasted longer than me--”“I did,” Seokjin couldn’t help but smirk, pushing Tae’s thighs closer to the younger man’s chest once more, Taehyung making cute “ah, ah, ah’s” as over sensitivity started to take over. “I’m gonna cum soon though--”“In,” Taehyung raised shaking arms to loop around Seokjin’s neck, pulling him down so they were nose-to-nose, lips brushing one another as Taehyung whispered. “Want it inside me, w-wanna feel it--”Taehyung’s words shattered Seokjin’s self control instantly, hips jerking to as stop before he was coming, and Taehyung was kissing him heatedly, wet sounds of slick lips meeting, tongues licking at one another, and Taehyung’s thick legs were locking around Seokjin’s shoulders from where he was pressed in half, trying to keep his hyung as close as humanly possible.“You did so well,” Taehyung breathed against Seokjin’s lips, kissing him gently, smiling. “You didn’t have to be nervous at all, see?”“I’m sorry,” Seokjin whispered, feeling silly, blushing in belated shame. “We… we could have done this sooner, I’m sorry--”“Shut up,” and Taehyung was unwrapping himself from Seokjin, long limbs coming back to the bed sheets with a roll of his pretty eyes. “Being sad after sex isn’t a good look hyung, even on you.”“I’m not sad!” Seokjin gasped, snuggling himself up to Taehyung with a pout. “I’m just dumb is all. So, so dumb, for not having you beneath me sooner.”“Technically, we did start with me on top.”“I liked that a lot,” Seokjin smiled into Taehyung’s neck, the tips of his ears blazing with embarrassment. “I wanna do it like that again next time.”“Baby, I’ll ride you for hours, if that’s what you want.”“Yeah, I want it.”“Later,” Taehyung grinned, licking his lips, pupils starting to swell with lust once more. “Lets take a break first. Wanna see my farm on Stardew Valley?”“On the Switch?”“Yeah!”“Hold on,” and Seokjin scrambled from the bed, naked as the day he was born, to jog out into the lounge and retrieve his bag. When he pulled out the Nintendo Switch before Taehyung’s very eyes, the younger gasped loudly.“Hyung, you play??”“Year 6, three million gold, a dog, seven pigs, and a husband.”“I have a husband too!”“Who did you pick?”“Alex!” Taehyung grinned so wide, cheeks puffing up, and Seokjin was in awe.“Me too!”“No fucking way!”“It’s the bomber jacket and the bad boy attitude paired with the underlying soft heart,” Seokjin was back beside Taehyung now, snuggling with each other beneath the covers, naked and warm, Nintendo Switch’s in hand. “Couldn’t resist.”“You know, I have a bomber jacket,” Taehyung lidded his eyes, sultry and dangerous seductive, biting down on his lower lip. Fuck, Seokjin was definitely ready for a Round Two.“Do you have a bad boy attitude paired with an underlying soft heart?”“No… but I can be a bad boy for you in my bomber jacket? With my soft ass swallowing up your cock?”“Ohh,” Seokjin was definitely ready for a Round Two. “Yes, please--”“I’ll go grab the jacket.”Stardew Valley can wait, Seokjin thought, watching his love dash away to hunt down the mysterious bomber jacket.It can wait.And then we can play multiplayer, and a build a farm together. With a dog. Or a cat, it didn’t matter.Seokjin smiled.He was so happy to have met Kim Taehyung.
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“Stop staring.”“Hmm?”Taehyung rolled his eyes, giving Hoseok a pointed look.“You’re not subtle hyung. How he hasn’t noticed is beyond me.”Hoseok blushed bright red, arms folding over his chest defensively.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Uh huh,” Taehyung poked Hoseok in the stomach Hoseok squeaking in surprise. “How many times have you bought your car in for a service this month? Twice? Three times?”Hoseok didn’t wanna tell Taehyung it was actually closer to six or seven-- didn’t wanna give the younger the satisfaction of being right.“Look,” Hoseok began to reason with his best friend, his fellow racer, someone who could never deny the importance of a check-up. For safety reasons. “Gotta be ready for the big one. In fact, you should probably be bringing your car in more often too. Safety is important, Tae.”“You sure it’s not that?”Taehyung gestured, and Hoseok shouldn’t have allowed his gaze to follow his hand. Jesus fucking Christ.Namjoon.Fucking Namjoon.Now that he was looking again, Hoseok regretted it, feeling a small whimper catch in his throat, all too aware of how his thighs tensed beneath his leather uniform. Taehyung caught on too fast as well, laughing behind his hand.“Cute, hyung.”“Shut up.”Namjoon was inside the hood of his car, and all Hoseok could see were thick thighs bulging beneath dark pants, strong arms working a wrench with tiny grunts, tank top tight and sweat drenched, sticking to Namjoon’s soft chest. There was grease streaked across tanned skin, dashed dark across collarbones, up his forearms, a hint of it black in the deep dent of Namjoon’s dimple, and Hoseok wanted to cry.The mechanic was like a walking wet dream, and Hoseok had no idea what to do about it.“You should just like,” Taehyung was still giggling. “I dunno, talk to him or something.”“We talk!” Hoseok tried not to raise his voice, tried not to disturb Namjoon’s work, didn’t know if he could handle those soft, warm eyes looking at him right now. “Sometimes he offers me water! Or gum!”“Hot.”“Tae--”“Hey, Hobi!” Namjoon called out suddenly, beaming that brilliant smile, all dimples and pearly teeth, grease streaked up past his nose as he wipe the sweat away with the back of a blackened hand. “Your tracking is out a bit, I’m just gonna fix your tires and get everything realigned. Shouldn’t take too long!”“O-oh,” Hoseok smiled, tucking his hands behind his back shyly. “Great, thank you N-Namjoon!”“Any time,” Namjoon grabbed at a cloth from his holster belt, wiping down his hands, Hoseok trying not to stare at the way sweat beaded and slipped down caramel skin from beneath mousy brown hair. Fuck. “It’s fun to work on a car that’s so looked after. Makes it easy.”“I can imagine,” Taehyung was smirking, pulling his arm over Hoseok’s shoulders. “Maybe I should bring mine in for a check up too. Big race coming up soon. You should come watch, Namjoon.”Namjoon’s eyes creased, and Hoseok wanted to cry at how cute he was.“Maybe I will. I wanna see Hoseok kick your ass.”Hoseok nearly choked, and Taehyung raised a brow, scoffing.“You think Hoseok’s gonna beat me?”“Of course,” Namjoon gave Hoseok a shy wink, and Hoseok noticed a slight blush, the tremble of Namjoon’s dirty hands as he wiped them against his stained tank top. Hoseok could glimpse dark nipples beneath the white fabric, and swallowed. “Hoseok’s the best. I’m putting my money on him, every time.”Hoseok flushed red, and tried to resist the urge to hide behind Taehyung.Yeah, he was good. Yeah, he always beat Taehyung too, and wasn’t shy about his skill, about his victories.But knowing Namjoon had faith in him felt better than every trophy on his shelf, every interview and every ounce of recognition from the world. Namjoon’s praise made every hair stand on end, made his heart race, chest hurting, like sharp butterflies were dancing inside his ribs.Taehyung sighed loudly.“Yeah well, you’re gonna be out of pocket soon-- this year, it’s mine. I can feel it.”“I’ll cheer for you too, Taehyungie.”“Thanks,” Taehyung grinned, ruffling his hair with pride. “Hobi better watch out. I’m coming for your trophy hyung!”“You can try.”“Whatever,” Taehyung was pulling Hoseok now, the leather of their racing outfits sticking together fast. “Let’s stop bothering poor Namjoon and get some food. I’m starved.”Hoseok followed him begrudgingly, waving bye to Namjoon shyly, watching the handsome man return to fixing his car. He thought of Namjoon as he swallowed down his burger, he thought of Namjoon as the taste of cola flooded his tongue. Namjoon was ever present in his mind, all long strong limbs and tanned skin stained with his hard work. Hoseok tried not to wonder what it would feel like for Namjoon to touch him, hands rough, calloused, holding tight to his waist--“God, you are so fucked.”“Huh?” Hoseok snapped out of his daydream fast, blushing. Shit.“Namjoon,” Taehyung laughed. “You’re so gone for him. Had to get you out of that garage before you drooled all over your boots.”“I know,” Hoseok groaned, honest now, face in his hands. “He’s so--”“Hot?”“Yeah,” Hoseok flushed. “And cool. Kind. He works hard and is always so sweet.”“I get it,” Taehyung added, pushing soggy fries into his mouth greedily. “Namjoon is a meal on legs. I’d go there.”“You better fucking not,” Hoseok tried not to raise his voice, hearing it wobble with uncertainty. Taehyung was attractive, insanely so, and Hoseok didn’t know if he’d stand a chance, competing against his fellow racer like this. He could leave Taehyung’s ass in the dust on the track but-- Taehyung was the one with adoring fans, with the offers of modelling contracts and sponsorship's for massive labels.Hoseok was just a fast racer, nothing more.Taehyung grinned, pushing back his shaggy hair, the way he did for the cameras, and Hoseok almost wanted to choke him out.“Don’t stress,” the pretty boy winked. “I don’t want your man, I got my eyes on someone else. Besides, I don’t think Namjoon would be interested anyways.”“Why not?”Taehyung rolled his eyes.“Gee, I dunno. Maybe because he wants to fuck some dumb-ass named Jung Hoseok.”Hoseok blinked stupidly.“No he doesn’t.”“Yes, he does,” Taehyung sighed loudly, reaching for his cola. “You’re both stupid as fuck.”“You’re stupid.”“Nu uh,” Hoseok watched the way cola raced up Taehyung’s straw. “I’ve got a date actually, whereas you’ve just been pining over the mechanic. Stupid, dumb dumb Hobi.”“Don’t be mean,” Hoseok whined. “I’m not like you, it’s not that easy--”“Oh my god, tell me you’re joking.”“No?”“Look,” Taehyung leaned in close, suddenly looking far too serious, and Hoseok swallowed nervously. “You didn’t hear this from me but… Namjoon really wants to take you out. Like, on a date. Also he apparently said your ass looks cute in your racing pants.”Hoseok felt heat race from his face downwards, filling his chest with more of those stupid, sharp butterflies.“Where the fuck did you hear that?”“Yoongi.”“Yoon--?”Oh.Min Yoongi. Mechanic. Works along side Namjoon.Wait--“Why would Yoongi tell you that?”Taehyung smirked, biting at his straw.“It slipped out by accident when I mentioned your name.”“Why were you talking to Yoongi about me?”“I dunno.”W-wait--“Why were you talking to Yoongi at all?”Taehyung raised his brows suggestively.“Why do you think?”Oh.“You’re… dating Min Yoongi the Mechanic?”“Yup. He’s cute. Good with his hands. Mechanics, Hobi-- so fucking good with their hands.”“Jesus Christ.”“Anyways,” Taehyung was pulling out his wallet now, slamming a crisp bill down on the table. “Let’s get you back to the garage-- I’m sure your tracking’s been fixed by now.”It was fixed.And Namjoon was there, dirtier than before, a damp bandanna pulled tight around his forehead, sweaty tank top streaked with grease-- Hoseok swore he could die. Namjoon grinned, bright and perfect, waving at them, dimples hollowing out in that soft skin, and Hoseok felt his knees wobble, smiling back shakily, Taehyung at his side.“Enjoy your food?” Namjoon asked, slightly out of breath.“Yeah, so good,” Taehyung petted his stomach, licking at this teeth as if food was trapped there. “Is Yoongi around?”“Out the back, pretty sure?”“Nice,” Taehyung winked at Hoseok, slapping his ass as Hoseok squeaked. “Catch you on track hyung. Seeya Joonie.”“Bye,”And then it was just Namjoon and Hoseok, averting their gazes shyly, Namjoon clearing his throat loudly.“Did-- did you enjoy your food too, Hobi?”“Y-yeah,” Hobi swallowed loudly. “Tae paid for it, so that was nice.”“He’s a good kid,” Namjoon smiled, digging his hands into his pockets nervously. “Took him ages to win Yoongi over, was fun to watch.”“He had to win Yoongi over?” That wasn’t like Taehyung to chase someone-- they usually fell at his feet instead.“Oh yeah,” Namjoon laughed, ducking his head. “He went at it for months. Yoongi’s really picky,”“Oh… that’s really sweet, actually.”“Yeah.”The silence was awkward, and then Namjoon was stepping forward slightly, rubbing the back of his neck with a small, shy smile.“Hey, so,” he started, gaze meeting Hoseok’s once, before darting away quickly. “We… well, I-- umm--”Hoseok didn’t move an inch, could barely breathe.“Y-you?”Namjoon was bright red, and Hoseok knew what Taehyung told him was true. Oh, oh god.“I-I’m gonna throw a party,” Namjoon blurted out, eyes slamming shut. “For after the race. Here! At the g-garage, and like… if you’re not too tired after you win, maybe you’d wanna come?”“A party?”“Yeah!” Namjoon looked excited. “Like, with drinks and music and stuff. To celebrate.”Hoseok couldn’t help but giggle, gazing up at Namjoon from beneath fluttering lashes shyly.“To… celebrate me?”“Of course,” Namjoon added, grinning, blushing, fiddling with his shirt nervously. “Who else?”“What if I lose?”“Nah, that won’t happen,” and Hoseok couldn’t stop staring at the way Namjoon’s pearly teeth peeked out from behind perfect lips, the way his sun-kissed skin was coloured with shades of pink. “I’ve heard you’re the best.”“But what if I lose this time?”Namjoon pondered, rubbing at his chin, leaving a dash of grease behind, and it was the most endearing thing Hoseok had ever seen.“Then come anyways,” Namjoon’s voice had dropped, almost a murmur, quiet and thoughtful and sweet. “Come, and I’ll give you a consolation prize for the loss.”Hoseok didn’t dare let his thoughts wander on that promise. So instead he swallowed, tried to fight back his blush, and stretched his hand out to shake.“Deal.”“Deal,” Namjoon repeated, eyes creased with happiness. They exchanged farewells, Hoseok leaving in his car with Namjoon’s well wishes and words of good luck, trying not to let the way his heart thumped in his chest affect his driving.That was gonna be harnessed later for sure.And then it was race day, and Hoseok barely remembered anything-- didn’t remember the way Taehyung stirred him up playfully before they climbed into their cars, didn’t remember the flag or the way his engine purred in anticipation.All Hoseok remembered, with his gaze focused on the track, with his heart pounding beneath his black and red leather, was Namjoon and his words. The promise of Namjoon liking him back, the invite to the party, the way Namjoon had been so confident with Hoseok’s victory.When that trophy was pressed into his arms, flowers joining it in his embrace, Taehyung scowling next to him with slightly feigned annoyance, Hoseok smiled and felt pride, and wondered if he was still going to be able to cash in Namjoon’s consolation prize.Hoseok hoped it was a kiss, and readied himself for the party with that in mind. Brushing his teeth twice, fluffing up his flat hair, pulling on the tightest leather pants he owned, and then Taehyung was at his door, shouting.“Come on hyung, I don’t have all night!”Hoseok rolled his eyes, gently patting a hint of glitter on his cheekbones, just for fun.“You can’t yell at me since I’m a winner, remember?”“I’ll shove that trophy up your ass if you don’t get out here in five minutes.”“Sore loser,” Hoseok mumbled, slipping into his boots.“I fucking heard that!”The garage was packed. The parking lot had been done up with old couches and plastic tables, bottles of booze on every surface possible. There were fairy lights and music coming from somewhere Hoseok couldn’t seem to find, and everyone was dressed to the nines.Hoseok recognised fellow racers, sipping from their red cups, waving at him from a distance before coming to congratulate him, and then Taehyung was nudging Hoseok, pointing towards a table in the distance.“Don’t die,” Taehyung whispered, but it was too late. Hoseok was dead.Namjoon was there, chatting to Yoongi and someone else, all dressed up, and fucking delicious. Jeans that hugged thick thighs, a black tee tight over that broad chest, paired with a dark leather jacket that glimmered in the fairy lights. Namjoon’s usually damp hair was slicked back stylishly, and Hoseok wanted to scream.Before Hoseok could run away, Taehyung was hooking an arm around his waist, dragging him closer, and then they were noticed, Namjoon grinning so wide Hoseok wondered if it was painful.“Hey guys,” Taehyung was the first to speak. “Sick party, nice work Joon.”Namjoon blushed.“It was nothing. Congratulations Hobi, I uhh-- came and watched today. You were really fast.”Hoseok melted, and Taehyung snorted loudly.“No shit, that’s the whole point of racing.”“Don’t be a sore loser,” Yoongi interjected, raising a brow beneath platinum hair. “It’s not attractive.”Hoseok had never seen Taehyung apologise so fast, flushed with embarrassment, stuttering out his apologies like a scolded child. Adorable.“I think it’s time for drinks,” Yoongi was grabbing Taehyung by the arm, the other kid too, leading them away. “Come on, you too Jungkookie, let’s get trashed.”And then Hoseok was left alone with Namjoon once again, both of them fidgeting nervously, Namjoon the first to speak.“You want a drink too?”Hoseok wasn’t usually a drinker, but Namjoon looked so good, and liquid courage was definitely required, if he intended to make his feelings known tonight.“Yes, p-please.”Two shots of vodka mixed with sprite later, and Hoseok was giggling at Namjoon’s side, leaning into the taller man without shame, letting their hips bump together as the music filled the air. Hoseok could feel a hot hand at his waist, holding him close.He wasn’t drunk, not even close, but the alcohol had made him confident, and soon Hoseok was on his tiptoes, whispering into Namjoon’s ear.“So, what was the consolation prize?”A weird growl rumbled up Namjoon’s throat, low, deep, the mechanic cocking his head closer.“That was only for if you lost.”Hoseok pouted, whining cutely, noticing the way Namjoon tensed.“But I’m so curious.”“You are?”“Mm,” Hoseok nuzzled a bit closer, deciding to be brave, sliding a hand up beneath Namjoon’s jacket to rub at his back. “Was curious all day. All week.”“It really wasn’t much,” Namjoon swallowed, throat bobbing, eyes hooding as he met Hoseok’s gaze. “But… you can still have it, if you want?”“Yeah, I want it,” Hoseok didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t matter.“Okay,” Namjoon tugged at his waist, smiling so perfectly. “Come on then.”It was dark in the garage, away from the party, remedied fast by a lamp clicking on. It looked the same as always, a car nearby abandoned mid work, Namjoon’s tool belt discarded on a bench, everything scented like oil and paint.Hoseok felt his stomach flutter now, alcohol wearing away, Namjoon still touching him, making him tremble.“Close your eyes,” Namjoon whispered, and Hoseok did, feeling Namjoon’s warmth leave him.“Hands out.”“O-okay,” and Hoseok obeyed, stretching his arms out, palms up. He squeaked when something fuzzy touched them, and then he was told to open, blinking fast, staring down at a giant, fluffy green teddy bear. The bear was holding flowers, and it’s big eyes sparkled in the lamplight. Hoseok could have cried.“It’s not much, I know,” Namjoon glanced away, playing with the ends of his jacket sleeves. “But… I saw it a-and thought m-maybe you’d like--”“Love it,” Hoseok murmured, holding it close, smelling Namjoon’s cologne on the fabric. “I love him, Namjoon, thank you so much.”“I’m glad--”And then Hoseok was pressing himself to Namjoon, bear squashed between them, kissing at the mechanic with a desperation that was mirrored by Namjoon, hands grabbing him fast, trying to bring them as close as possible.Namjoon tasted like cola and something sharp, delicious and hot, Hoseok seeking out more with his tongue until they were licking into each mouths with soft gasps. Hoseok wanted closer, wanted to feel Namjoon, and then Namjoon was pushing him back, pulling the bear from his arms, placing it on the desk behind them.“My bear,” Hoseok teased a little, breathless, chest heaving, Namjoon stepping back into his space once more, strong hands gripping at Hoseok’s hips.“Later,” Namjoon panted, stepping again, again, forcing Hoseok backwards, until he was pressed to metal, a car solid against his ass. “Later--”Namjoon was on him this time, all strong, eager hands holding him flush to the car bonnet, a tongue teasing at his lips to make them part, and then they were kissing fiercely, all moans and gasps and slick sounds as their mouths slotted together perfectly.Hoseok felt his thighs spread as Namjoon slipped between them, his own pressing into the space, hips fitting together so well, Hoseok felt his eyes roll. He could feel Namjoon’s cock, hard inside those tight jeans, and Hoseok whined against slicked lips, wanting to feel more.Namjoon groaned as Hoseok reached down between them to touch him, shaking fingers tracing the outline of Namjoon beneath the denim, slow and unsure, driven by his desires.Hoseok had been with men before, but it had always been fast and full of regret, no time to admire and explore the other person, so this was different, was new-- Hoseok wanted to admire and explore Namjoon, inexperience be damned.“Can I?” Hoseok managed to ask, Namjoon nodding almost deliriously, head falling back on his shoulders with a shudder as Hoseok started to unzip those tight denim jeans.Namjoon was thick in his hand, long and hot and fucking huge, and Hoseok couldn’t help the whimper that slipped up his throat, swallowed down by Namjoon’s eager lips. He stroked at the younger man slowly, carefully, relishing the way Namjoon quivered beneath his touch.“Hobi--” Namjoon’s voice was deep, breathy, warm against his mouth. “Fuck, H-Hobi--”“Is this okay?”“Yes,” Namjoon’s voice cracked, overwhelmed. “God, yes, can I touch you t-too?”“Y-yeah--”The noise Hoseok made when Namjoon was prying his pants down his thighs was almost pathetic, loud and high pitched, and then Namjoon’s rough hand was wrapped around his cock, jerking it slowly as Hoseok kissed at him.Hoseok could feel the scrape of weathered, well-worked hands, callous and dry skin, but it felt so fucking good, so right and almost too much, and he couldn’t help but squirm, his own hand falling lax around Namjoon’s length.Namjoon smirked against his mouth, and it made Hoseok breathless.“Is that nice? Hobi?”Hoseok nodded and licked at Namjoon’s plush lips, sucking the lower in between his own to bite at, arching like a bow string as Namjoon picked up the pace.He knew he was making a mess, could hear the squelches coming from where Namjoon was touching him, but the sounds just made him feel hotter, made him rock himself desperately into the tight heat of Namjoon’s clenched fist.“Joon,” Hoseok felt so close, so lightheaded. “Namjoon--”“What do you need?” Namjoon was so sweet, voice low and laced with adoration. “Are you close?”“Yeah,” Namjoon looked so good right now, hair falling out of style, tanned skin glowing from the dim lamp light. He was still in his leather jacket, in that tight shirt, looming over Hoseok as he was pressed to the car door. “I’m c-close… w-want umm--”Hoseok wanted Namjoon. Wanted him naked, wanted to touch.Wanted to feel Namjoon inside him, around him, holding him close as Namjoon filled him--“Tell me, it’s okay,” Namjoon stroked him slower, thumbed over the head of his cock gently as Hoseok shuddered. “Wanna make you feel good.”Hoseok didn’t have liquid courage anymore, but Namjoon was still hard, was leaking precum to the floor, and that was all Hobi needed to know that Namjoon wanted him too.“Fuck me,” his voice wobbled, thighs tensing as Namjoon gripped the base of his cock tight. “Want you, always wanted it, p-please--”Namjoon was wide eyed, bright red, lips parted, chest heaving like the mechanic had just run a marathon.“You… r-really?”“Yeah,” Hoseok felt embarrassed now, but it was too late to take it back. “Yeah, I’m s-sorry--”“No, shh,” Namjoon hushed him, stroking his cock again, harder, tighter, leaning down to nip at Hoseok’s jaw. “Baby shh, don’t say sorry--”“I’m not drunk,” Hoseok had to tell Namjoon, had to let the younger man know he wanted this for real, that he wanted Namjoon sober, wanted to remember this. “I’ve a-always wanted you.”“Always wanted you too,” Namjoon sounded dangerous as he growled the words against Hoseok’s throat, letting sharp teeth drag over the sensitive skin as Hoseok rutted himself into Namjoon’s hand. “Wanted to ask you out, w-wanted to tell you that you’re so, so pretty--”“Joon--”“Wanted to fuck you on the hood of your fucking car, make you cum all over that tacky paintjob--”“’s not tacky--” Hoseok moaned, so close, so close--“It’s tacky,” Namjoon sucked a mark to the side of Hoseok’s throat. “Lemme fix it for you?”“Only if you fuck me now,” Hoseok was so impatient as his orgasm threatened to throw him over the edge, stomach tense and shuddering, curling into Namjoon’s body with his own. “Please--”Namjoon looked up at him, eyes wide and unsure, blinking so cutely.“You… sure?”“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m taking that bear and leaving, and you’ll n-never see me or my tacky car again--”Suddenly Hoseok was flat on the bonnet of the car, out of breath from how swiftly Namjoon had shoved him there, and then Namjoon was kissing him again, heated, all tongue, wet and slick and tasting like cola.Hoseok felt his boots being pulled from his feet, the tight fabric of his trousers dragging down his legs as they met the pavement below, and then his shirt was being pulled high, up and over his head, Namjoon staring down in awe.“Beautiful.”Namjoon kissed him, once and softly, whispering to his lips.“You are so beautiful, Hoseok.”“You too,” Hoseok felt Namjoon’s lips brush against his own. “Wanna see you more, take it off--”Hoseok tugged at Namjoon’s clothes, and then Namjoon was pulling back, pulling everything way as fast as possible, to join Hoseok’s things on the floor. Hoseok felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight, felt like he might faint and die.Namjoon was broad, nipples dark against his soft chest, one cute mole dotted to the left, and even in the poor lighting, Hoseok could see the fucking tan borders, left behind from the tank tops Namjoon always wore.Caramel and cream met in solid lines over Namjoon’s collarbones, dipping down his chest to meet in the middle, and Hoseok wanted to lick at that stupid line, wanted to taste where the sun had kissed Namjoon, bite it and swallow it down.And then he was distracted by black smudges of car grease Namjoon must have failed to wash away, dashed beneath a pectoral, down the soft part of his stomach, and Hoseok groaned, endeared and so fucking aroused.“W-what?” Namjoon asked, suddenly self conscious, pulling away slightly, arms covering himself. “Am… am I bad?”“Fuck no,” Hoseok pulled Namjoon back, wrapping his legs around that firm waist to bring them flush once more, biting his lip as Namjoon gasped at the contact. “You’re so hot, car grease and all.”“What?”Hoseok pointed, Namjoon glanced, and then cursed beneath his breath, flushing bright red.“Thought I got it all, fuck, sorry--”“It’s hot,” Hoseok licked his lips again, legs tighter around Namjoon’s waist, loving how heavy Namjoon’s exposed cock pressed against his own. “So hot Joonie, so dirty--”“Fucking hell.”Suddenly there was a packet of lube in Namjoon’s hand, and Hoseok wanted to question where it came from, but Namjoon was kissing him again, tearing the plastic, letting it spill into his hands, splatter down across Hoseok’s tummy by accident. He kissed away Hoseok’s startled gasp.“This still okay?”“Yes,” Hoseok was leaking like crazy now, anticipation driving him wild, feeling shameless like this, naked against the hood of the car, spread wide with Namjoon between his thighs. “Please--”He jolted as a wet finger stroked down past his balls, sinking down the space between himself and Namjoon to brush gently at his hole, slow and firm, both holding their breaths as it started to slide deep. Namjoon was inside him, fuck, fuck--There was no way to hold the whimpers in as Namjoon started to fuck him, one finger at first, slowly adding another, stretching him in intervals, softening the intrusion by showering Hoseok with slow kisses, and then Hoseok was relaxed, swallowing up another finger with ease.It didn’t hurt, Namjoon was so gentle, so attentive, and Hoseok yearned so badly to filled properly, bucking his hips in urgency, letting small whines meet Namjoon’s tongue.“Now,” Hoseok could hear his own desperation, could feel the way Namjoon’s precum beaded and dripped to his own taut stomach, messy and wet and perfect. “Joonie, n-now--”“P-protection?” Namjoon sounded tiny, worried, his clean hand fumbling at his jean pockets, coming up bare.“I’m clean, I’m clean,” Hoseok was, wanted to feel it all so badly.“M-me too--”“Hurry, h-hurry--”Hoseok moaned, loudly, drowning out the distant music, as Namjoon sank into him, right to the hilt. It burned a little, Namjoon was so big, thick and hot inside him, but it felt so fucking good too, made Hoseok’s heart race, adrenaline spiking.“Hobi,” Namjoon was sweating, hands clammy and wet on Hoseok’s waist, holding him to tight Hoseok almost didn’t dare to breath. “Hoseok, Hobi, Hobi--”“Yes,” Hoseok knew he was trembling, bringing his legs up again to lock around Namjoon’s waist once more, holding him deep. “Come on, Joonie, fuck me--”“Thought you were shy?”“Thought you were too.”“Hah,” Namjoon smirked slightly, hands sliding up to grip the thighs pulling tight at his waist. “I was only shy around you,”“Me too,” Hoseok whined impatiently, squirming. “Don’t wanna wait anymore, please, fuck--”Namjoon fucked liked Hoseok dreamed he would.Rough thrusts, rough hands on his skin, pulling and claiming him as that thick cock filled him over and over and over. It was making Hoseok shake and shudder, his own cock spilling mess with each aggressive roll of hips, bringing him so close, so quickly.Hoseok didn’t know where to focus his gaze as Namjoon fucked him hard, unable to pick as it flitted between Namjoon’s chest, the soft of his tummy, the strain in his arms, the focus in those dark eyes. He could glimpse where his body took Namjoon inside, and it was too much--“Joon, fuck--” Hoseok managed to gasp, voice strangled and shattered, hands reaching to lace around Namjoon’s neck, as if he was scared to fall, Namjoon holding him as well, warm around his back. “I’m gonna c-cum--”“Oh,” Namjoon groaned, deep, breathy, hot against Hoseok’s ear. “Baby, really?”“Mm,” Hoseok arched into Namjoon’s embrace, kissed at his jaw, mouthed gently at where Namjoon’s throat bobbed. “D-don’t stop, please, ‘s good Joon--”Namjoon somehow managed to drive his hips faster, deeper even, the sharp points of his pelvis smashing hard into the flesh of Hoseok’s ass in a way that hurt so perfectly, and then Hoseok was curling in on himself, on Namjoon, coming with a low, muted whine.“Fuck,” Namjoon was close now, thrusts stuttering, staggered and sloppy, honey thighs shaking. “You came untouched, f-fuck--”Namjoon pulled out hastily, gripping his dick as he pinned Hoseok to the car, jerking himself to completion to join the mess on Hoseok’s tummy. There were glittering stars in his eyes, Hoseok could see them, twinkling with awe and affection, tan lines shifting as Namjoon struggled to catch his breath.They stared at each other in the aftershocks of their orgasms, blinking stupidly as they swallowed up the visuals, Namjoon sweaty, tanned skin gleaming, Hoseok pliant and absolutely fucked out, draped over the car bonnet.“Pretty,” Namjoon’s voice was soft, sounded the way Hoseok felt-- in love, maybe. “You’re so pretty.”“I’m messy,” Hoseok laughed in reply, not wanting to move, not wanting to spill come all over the car. “Can you get me a towel?”“Oh!” Namjoon blushed, racing to the desk, pulling a white towel from a drawer, embarrassed. “Yeah, lemme--”It was sweet the way Namjoon cleaned him, gently, so soft, totally different from the way he fucked, from the way he worked. Hoseok could have cried then and there when Namjoon smiled at him, dimples appearing, flushed and freckled and gorgeous.“Better?”“Yes,” Hoseok sat up to kiss, brushing his thumbs over Namjoon’s dimples. “Thank you.”“Hey,” Namjoon averted his gaze, bringing it back with fear in his eyes. “I… really like you. This wasn’t just a… thing, y’know?”“A thing?” Hoseok teased, endeared, watching Namjoon bite the inside of his cheek nervously.“A one time thing,” Namjoon continued. “I… wanna go out with you. Like b-boyfriends.”Hoseok pondered jokingly.“Do I get a special discount, if we become boyfriends?”“No,” Namjoon caught on fast, kissing at Hoseok’s nose. “But I will strip your car for free and give it a makeover.”“But I like the red,” Hoseok pouted.“We can make it red,” Namjoon stroked Hoseok’s hair back from his eyes. “I have an idea.”“Tell me.”“Red, retro,” Namjoon kissed his forehead. “With quirky colours, purples, neon greens, blues. Like a mural, with some clouds… like the car is it’s own world.”“She’ll need a new name with a makeover like that.”“Hope World,” Namjoon grinned. “Sounds cool, right?”Oh yeah, that sounded… right. So right.“You’ll really do it for free?”“Yeah,” Namjoon smiled, bright and perfect. “For my boyfriend.”“Boyfriend.”They giggled, kissed some more, and Hoseok blessed this day, searing it into his memory for good.A victory and a boyfriend.Not bad, Jung Hoseok.Not bad at all.
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Yoongi tried to hold off for as long as possible.It was their routine, when life got too much, when it got too stressful, when it started to drown Yoongi, started to weigh him down.He would message Jungkook, and Jungkook would come to him, would help him.But Yoongi tried to hold off, for as long as possible.He didn’t know why he did that-- Jungkook was always perfect and eager, wanting to help his hyung, wanting to kiss Yoongi, to touch him and whisper sweet things into the elder’s ears, but Yoongi always held off until it was near breaking point, until his ribs felt like they were cracking beneath the pressure, until he could barely breathe.Yoongi liked it, he guessed, being so weak, being broken enough for Jungkook to remedy him.And it was time, he couldn’t take it much longer.Yoongi texted with shaking fingers, typos auto-correcting themselves quickly, tears spilling down his cheeks.
Jungkook, can you come to me?
He sniffled pathetically and wiped at his eyes, so wet and sore, chest heaving as he held his screen against it. There was a vibration, a ding, a reply from Jungkook, and Yoongi knew the younger would be here in a heartbeat, so he didn’t need to check. He only needed to wait.And when Jungkook appeared, bursting through the door with his wild hair and his wide, glittering eyes, Yoongi shuddered and curled into himself, sobbing hard into his knees, his desk chair cradling his shaking frame.“Hyung,” Jungkook was before him in an instant, kneeling to be close, warm hands finding Yoongi’s cheeks, cupping him softly. “Hyung, don’t cry.”“S-sorry,” Yoongi hiccuped, letting Jungkook thumb away a stray tear, eyes screwed shut in shame. Even though Jungkook saw him cry often, when things got too much, it was still embarrassing. He was the hyung, Jungkook was the maknae-- he was supposed to be the reliable one, but--“Stop.”Yoongi opened his eyes, and Jungkook was looking at him with worry, adoration, admiration, the stars in his eyes full of it all, and Yoongi clutched at his chest, heaving, so overwhelmed because he felt it all too.He loved Jungkook, and Jungkook loved him, but it was still too much sometimes.Everything was too much sometimes.“Stop thinking,” Jungkook whispered, slipping his hands from Yoongi’s tear-streaked cheeks downwards, to hold his hyung better, to slide him from the chair and into Jungkook’s strong arms. “Stop thinking Yoongi, it’s okay. It’s okay.”“I fucked up--”“No, you didn’t, you never do,” and Jungkook was kissing him now, the crown of his head, the tips of his ears, his fingers and his pink nose, and Yoongi couldn’t help but whimper from it. “Hyung, it’s okay, stop thinking, I’ve got you.”Yoongi curled into Jungkook’s chest, taking in the scent of fabric softener and perfume, something cotton-y and sweet, something so very Jungkook. Like home, like comfort, forcing Yoongi’s heart to slow, a calm washing through him on every inhale. He gripped into the fabric of Jungkook’s hanbok, navy and soft, and stilled.It was so nice here, wrapped in Jungkook’s arms, so small, treated to delicately, and Yoongi blinked up now, staring into warm brown eyes, saying nothing.He never had to say what he wanted, what he needed-- Jungkook always knew, and Jungkook always gave.“So pretty,” Jungkook’s voice was deep, husky, almost tired, but not quite. “Yoongi hyung, you’re so pretty.”Yoongi gasped and felt Jungkook shift beneath him, coming to stand with Yoongi in his arms, and Yoongi felt heat course through his blood, setting his tummy on fire, making his spine burn with arousal. Jungkook was so strong, could carry him anywhere, could do anything to his hyung if he wanted.Jungkook could hold Yoongi to the nearest wall and fuck him stupid, Jungkook could hold Yoongi down and use him how he pleased. Sometimes, when Yoongi was up for it, he would let the younger do it, would let Jungkook go a bit wild, give the boy an outlet for his energy.But these moments were different, and Jungkook knew what Yoongi needed.Needed to be praised, needed to be told he was good. That he was pretty and perfect, and that he was safe.Yoongi needed so badly.He was still in Jungkook’s lap when they got to the couch, Jungkook leaning him against the arm rest, crowding him in against the cushions. It was smothering, intense, but Yoongi liked it, needed it, whimpering as Jungkook surrounded him entirely.Hands started to creep beneath his clothing, Jungkook’s gaze unwavering from his own, large hands that burned deliciously, sliding up his stomach, up to brush across his ribs. Yoongi bit back a whine when thumbs pressed against his nipples, once, again, teasing them to hardness, and Yoongi was already lost to the sensations, hips jerking against his will.“Let me see,” Jungkook whispered, and Yoongi did, raising his arms for Jungkook to pull his clothing from, hoodie and shirt gone in an instant, leaving him vulnerable to Jungkook’s gaze. It trailed from his lips downwards, past his hard nipples, past where the soft of his tummy bunched and folded, and down again, until Jungkook was staring at the strained fabric of his jeans.Sometimes Jungkook teased, about how fast Yoongi got hard, about how eager he was. Hyung, he would giggle, stroking at his cock over the fabric, mischief in those doe eyes. Hyung, you’re hard already?But when it was like this, when Yoongi needed more, Jungkook never commented, never said a word, touching Yoongi as he cooed instead, stroking against the denim gently. It was rough but good, Yoongi feeling his head fall back against the arm rest, breathing deeply, and then the jeans were being pulled away fast, sliding down the points of his hips, down his thighs.Jungkook leaned back to tug them down and over his ankles, let them be discarded to the floor with his jumper, and then Yoongi was exposed, clad only in soft blue socks, shivering from the cold, from the thrill, from being naked while Jungkook was fully clothed.“Look at you,” Jungkook was breathing heavily, voice laced with arousal, rumbling up his throat as he eyed Yoongi with want, not blinking once, long curls falling across his brow. “So pretty, so perfect for me.”“Jungkook--” Yoongi was almost panting, almost begging, body tense with anticipation, unsure how to voice it all. “Jungkook--”Fingertips pressed to Yoongi’s bottom lip, pulling at it gently, tracing the plumpness to the very corners and back, before Yoongi opened wide, invitingly, Jungkook sliding two fingers into the wet heat without hesitation. Jungkook shuddered and Yoongi moaned, eyes rolling back, head against the cushions. He loved it so much, his mouth being full, being used, lips coming to close and suck, tongue sliding between the digits.Jungkook’s other hand was stroking at Yoongi’s cock while he watched his hyung suck, slow, dry strokes, gentle yet rough, Yoongi unconsciously rolling his hips up into the loose grip around him while he mewled against Jungkook’s fingers, swallowing them down to the knuckles greedily.It was an oral fixation of sorts, Yoongi guessed, that gave him so much peace when something was in his mouth. He’d never really noticed it, always biting on pens, on straws, chewing on his lips and nails until they broke and split, assuming it was just a bad habit, until Jungkook had pointed it out.“Why do you always bite on things?” the younger had asked, cuddling up to Yoongi, naked in Jungkook’s bed. Yoongi was sleepy from the sex, thighs wet and brains addled, sighing into Jungkook’s chest.“I dunno… feels good.”“Like how?”“Like...” Yoongi shrugged, yawning. “Like I can’t think properly. Makes me mindless. Peaceful.”The next time they’d fucked after that, Jungkook slipped his fingers past Yoongi’s lips, and watched his hyung come from it, eyes glassy, panting around wet fingers desperately.Yoongi stopped biting on things after that, to his relief.He could feel an orgasm starting to build, Jungkook’s hand getting tighter around his aching length, made wetter with the spill of Yoongi’s precum, and Yoongi didn’t fight it, tonguing at Jungkook’s fingers as his body tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. His toes were curling, chest heaving, drool leaking down his chin, and just as he gasped to warn the younger, the hand gripped him tight, halting his orgasm in its track.Before Yoongi could whine about it, his mouth was made empty from the fingers, and filled once more with Jungkook’s tongue, kissing at him without grace and skill, all frantic licks and the hint of sharp teeth. It was breathless and Yoongi was twitching in Jungkook’s hand, body arching to taste more, lips wide so Jungkook could use him.More drool bubbled and spilled from his mouth, Jungkook pulling away to lick it up, a low rumble building in his chest as if the maknae was growling, and it was so hot, insanely so, Yoongi gripping to Jungkook so hard it hurt his hands. He let Jungkook kiss more, let Jungkook’s tongue flick against his own before the kisses trailed downwards, down and down and down.Jungkook mouthed at his clavicle, at the soft flesh of his chest, his pink nipples, leaving a wet trail behind as he kissed down Yoongi’s soft tummy, and then he was sucking red marks to the insides of Yoongi’s white thighs, dangerously close to where Yoongi needed him most.“Please,” He begged, hands in Jungkook’s pretty hair, tugging with urgency. “Please, fuck, p-please--”“What is it?” Jungkook breathed against him, hand firm around his cock still, looking like the devil in between his thighs. The younger was flushed, hair dishevelled, eyes fierce and dark, mouth wet and red. “Does my pretty hyung want to cum?”Was so weird still, hearing Jungkook talk like that, so confident, so sultry and sure, nosing beneath Yoongi’s cock to lap at his balls instead, Yoongi whimpering and jolted his hips desperately. So weird, for the maknae to talk filth like that, while being so sweet, being so gentle.“Answer me,” Jungkook’s tone was stern, the way Yoongi needed, making him pliant and obedient, letting Jungkook shoulder all his stress. Another gentle suck to his ballsac and Yoongi felt tears fill his eyes, felt them leak with every blink.“I want--” Yoongi hiccuped as his voice wobbled, hands coming from Jungkook’s hair to cover his eyes, but Jungkook pulled them away, hand tight around Yoongi’s wrist, holding him captive.“Don’t hide from me,” Jungkook murmured, breath hot against Yoongi’s cock. “Let me see how beautiful you are.”So Yoongi did, letting his hands fall back to Jungkook’s curls, spreading his thighs wide, watching with awe as the younger boy slid those red lips around the head of his cock, and sucked.It was so much so fast, Yoongi gasping in air as he arched against the couch, Jungkook taking it all easily, tongue hot and flat on the underside of Yoongi’s length. Yoongi could barely keep his eyes open as Jungkook bobbed his head, slurping loudly as he moaned around the cock buried in his throat, and then he was pulling away, lips slicked with spit, drool dripping from his mouth.Before Yoongi could complain over another ruined orgasm, Jungkook was sitting, pulling a hair tie from his wrist, running his hands through his hair before pulling it back, and Yoongi wanted to cry at the sight, all those curls tied away. Jungkook looked so handsome, older even, all strong brows and focused eyes, skin gleaming with a flush beneath the slight tan.Yoongi didn’t grab his hair this time, when Jungkook took him back into his mouth, gripping at the couch instead. It was easier to see now, with his wild hair pulled away into a loose knot, the way Jungkook sucked him off, wild and eager and greedy, pretty lips shining in the dim lights from the studio equipment. Yoongi couldn’t help but focus on the way long lashes fluttered, on the way Jungkook’s tongue peeked out when he licked at the beading precum, and then Yoongi was coming hard, body writhing, held down by strong hands.“That’s it,” Jungkook’s mouth was wet with it, cum in his Cupid’s Bow, licking it from his swollen lips, eyes creased and gentle. “Good boy, hyung, so pretty, so so pretty when you cum for me.”“More,” Yoongi sobbed, resisting the urge to curl into himself. “More, p-please--”The tears were falling again, and Yoongi wondered why he was such a cry baby today, wondered if Jungkook was disgusted by his snivelling and his sobbing, but Jungkook was kissing him and it tasted like salt and spit, hot and wet, all heat and love, no judgement or repulsion.Jungkook was reaching into his pockets and Yoongi knew, didn’t need to look, only wanted to focus on Jungkook tasting the inside of his mouth.Sometimes, Jungkook could bring him to the edge with just his fingers.They were long and wide at the knuckles, reached so far inside Yoongi that sometimes the saw stars when Jungkook pressed the right spot. But today, Jungkook knew he needed more, so Yoongi was prepped quickly, distracted from the stretch by Jungkook nibbling at his lips.Yoongi wanted to beg for it, but Jungkook was faster, tugging down the elastic of his hanbok trousers, cock hard and dark with need, peeking out from the comfortable fabric. Yoongi wanted it inside him, wanted to taste it in his throat, wanted to make Jungkook cum with his hands, wanted everything all at once, but his thighs were being pressed wide, falling around Jungkook’s own, and then he was being entered fast, taking Jungkook to the base in mere seconds.Jungkook didn’t wait.He fucked Yoongi hard, almost punishingly hard, and Yoongi squealed from it, hands scrabbling for a grip somewhere, anywhere, anything to give him stability. They found their way to Jungkook’s hanbok, grabbing the fabric as strong hands swallowed his waist, and then he was being raised, ass pulled from the couch, Jungkook’s arms strained from holding Yoongi up.It was so hot that Yoongi felt like he couldn’t breathe, held up for Jungkook’s use, arms falling to his sides pathetically as the pleasure started to take over. His cock was hard against his tummy, leaking down past his belly button from the angle, and Jungkook looked fierce right now, hunched over him like this, grunting quietly with each deep roll of hips.“You’re so tight, hyung,” Jungkook’s eyes were bright, bunny teeth bared as he growled out his words. “Feels good, you’re so perfect--”Yoongi wasn’t perfect, but Jungkook made him believe he could be.He wrapped his legs around Jungkook, begging him to be deeper, to be closer, so Jungkook shuffled to have Yoongi pressed to the couch end once more, leaning down to kiss messily, rutting into Yoongi lazily as their slick lips slotted together with hunger.Yoongi sucked at Jungkook’s tongue with tiny whimpers, let his useless arms come back to lace around Jungkook’s neck, and he gasped small pleas of yes, of please, of more.“Beg for more,” Jungkook huffed to Yoongi’s mouth, lips brushing each other. “Ask for it harder hyung, ask me with that pretty mouth.”“More,” Yoongi managed to gasp, voice high with need, whiny. “Jungkook, I need you--”“Need me to what?”“Need to you fuck me more,” Yoongi hissed, trying to glare, failing. “Fuck, f-fuck me more--”“Shh,” Jungkook soothed him, kissing his nose and his cheeks, Yoongi falling apart in his arms. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you, hyung.”The words made Yoongi cry again, overwhelmed again, with Jungkook’s gentleness and the way he fucked Yoongi faster, and soon Yoongi was sobbing and holding Jungkook as close as possible, every limb trembling.“You are mine,” Jungkook whispered to Yoongi’s throat, against his ear, over and over. “Mine hyung, you’re mine, and I’ve got you.”It felt so nice to be Jungkook’s, to be safe like this, the stresses of the real world washing away as Jungkook held him still and fucked him hard. Felt so fucking nice.Jungkook’s hips were starting to stutter, his thrusts getting sloppier, and Yoongi knew the younger wasn’t going to last much longer, if he kept up this punishing pace.“Can you t-touch me?” Yoongi asked, begged, whispering under his breath, and Jungkook nodded and let Yoongi rest back against the couch, moving hands from that slender waist to stroke at his cock instead. It was insane how fast it happened, the way Yoongi’s orgasm punched through him, leaking through Jungkook’s fingers, all over his tummy, in the soft hair at the base of his cock.Jungkook cooed, looking awed, looking wild.“Do you need to cum again?”Yoongi whimpered.“N-no,” he managed to reply, not need to be pushed that far, not today. “Just… need--”Yoongi opened his mouth, and Jungkook knew.Jungkook came inside Yoongi as Yoongi licked around his fingers, sucking them back to taste his own release, and Jungkook was watching, as the aftershocks of his orgasm shuddered through him, filling Yoongi so well. They panted against each other, Yoongi sticky with sweat, Jungkook pulling out carefully, wiping Yoongi down with his discarded shirt, Yoongi not caring about that right now.“Hyung,” Jungkook finally spoke, arms wrapped around Yoongi as they cuddled, as everything came back to the real world. “Why were you crying?”“I fucked up,” Yoongi replied, calmer now, more level headed now that the stress had been fucked from his body. “I mislabelled a file, and deleted the vocals we were gonna use for a new track. Yours and Taehyung’s. You’ll h-have to record again, a-and I know they t-took so long--”“Hey, that’s okay,” Yoongi could hear the smile in Jungkook’s voice, could hear the playful lilt. “That doesn’t matter.”“It does--”“No, it doesn’t,” Jungkook pulled him close, kissed at his nape playfully. “If we re-record, we can do it better.”“But it was perfect.”Jungkook giggled, and pulled Yoongi around to face him. Jungkook’s hair was still pulled back, his cheeks were still blushed, and he looked so happy, smiling with his pretty teeth, kissing Yoongi softly.“The only thing that is perfect is you,” Jungkook whispered, right against his lips. “Just you.”“Just me?” Yoongi couldn’t help but giggle back.“Just you.”Sometimes, in Jungkook’s arms, Yoongi really did feel it.Love, happiness, home. He felt perfect.
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It was a game, really.Yoongi could spot them easily, at clubs, parties, even on the streets – virgin alphas.It was like they reeked with their desperation, nostrils flaring whenever an omega would pass by, eyes growing wide, pupils swelling with desire.Yoongi loved it.Namjoon was a surprise to him.Namjoon was an alpha that worked behind the counter of a juice bar in the shopping complex near Yoongi's flat, and Namjoon was perfect. Tall, broad, shy and handsome – and that paired with the fact that he was an alpha yet to knot someone... oh yes.Yoongi would lay on the charm as thick as he could – would pick up his melon juice with fluttering lashes, would brush his finger across Namjoon’s hand, just to watch the alpha tremble, would lick his lips wet until Joon fumbled with his words and flushed red, and Yoongi felt powerful."Thanks again," Yoongi said, his fifth week of toying with the pretty alpha, watching those shy dimples pop out against tanned skin. "You're the best, Joonie.""N-no problem!" Namjoon blurted, blushing, scratching his arm nervously.And then it happened."Do you..." Namjoon swallowed loudly. "I mean! W-would you umm... wanna go out for dinner sometime? W-with me?"Yoongi shuddered, arousal singing in his blood, and from the inhale and wide eyes, Namjoon could sense it too."Yes," Yoongi smiled cutely. "I would love that."They traded numbers, and before Yoongi was even out the complex, he'd received three cute, nervous texts.
*Where should I meet you tonight?*
*What do you like to eat?*
*I think you're really cute, I want to buy you ice cream*
Yoongi couldn't wait to bring him home.The day passed quickly in a flurry of excitement, Yoongi exchanging messages between coursework assignments, feeling something weird swell in his chest at each ding from his phone.He ignored that feeling of course, opting to imagine what Namjoon would feel like instead.Namjoon was huge compared to Yoongi, shadowing him in every sense of the word, and that's how Yoongi liked his alphas too, so meeting Namjoon felt like a blessing. Namjoon being handsome and shy was just an added bonus, those dimples too cute, especially paired with the blush...By the time evening rolled around, Yoongi couldn't fathom the idea of dinner, of the promised ice cream. Namjoon showed up at his door, soft hair slicked back, a leather jacket cinched in around that thick waist, and Yoongi wasn't going to fuck around anymore, didn’t wanna wait--"H-hi!" Namjoon was swallowing loudly, trying not to drag his gaze down Yoongi's body, and Yoongi knew he was dressed to impress-- ripped jeans, fishnets beneath, a tight shirt showing off his tiny frame. It was basically Alpha Bait; Yoongi had perfected this trap to a T."Hey," Yoongi leaned into the door frame, crossing his arms, tilting his head, almost presenting his scent gland, and Namjoon's scent spiked, deep and heady, like moss in a forest, and Yoongi felt heat flood his stomach. "Come in, Joonie, I'm nearly ready to leave.""O-ok."As soon as the door was closed behind him, Yoongi was on Namjoon. He tried to keep back his aggression, his need to be filled, to steal Joon's virginity overwhelming, but the way he laced his arms around Namjoon's neck and kissed the alpha was borderline feral, all wet and messy.Namjoon squeaked in surprise, gasping against Yoongi's eager mouth, large hands coming to squeeze at Yoongi's waist, moaning against Yoongi's wet lips.Yoongi mewled, felt slick start to dampen his boxers, and one inhale from Namjoon had the alpha growling into his ear."Y-Yoongi--" Namjoon's voice was rough with desire, eyes slammed shut, and suddenly Yoongi was being shoved away gently, the wall behind him cold against his back. "W-wait--""Why?" Yoongi trailed his hand down that soft broad chest, licking his lips. "Don't you want me?"Namjoon flushed red."Yes!" he gasped, hands on Yoongi's face, eyes wide. "I do, of course I do! It's... it's j-just--"Say it, Yoongi dared him. Say it.Namjoon swallowed again."I'm... I've never-- I don't w-wanna let you down--"Virgin.Yoongi felt himself get wetter."You won't," Yoongi soothed him, stroking his arms, stepping back into Namjoon's space to shower that cute face with reassuring kisses. "Joon, please-- wanted you for so long--""R-really?" Namjoon seemed in disbelief, starting to return the kisses now. "You wanted me too?""Yes," Yoongi was trying so hard to remain sweet, to hide his aggression, his desperation to be knotted. "Want you... wanna feel you inside--""Oh my god," Namjoon shivered beneath Yoongi's touch, knees threatening to give out."Wanna feel your knot, alpha, come on--"Namjoon broke.Yoongi gasped, shoved hard against the wall, Namjoon kissing him fiercely, sucking at his tongue, biting his lips, and Yoongi was in heaven, running his hands through Namjoon's styled hair."Yes," Yoongi whined. "Joon, alpha, alpha--"Namjoon growled, overwhelmed with being called alpha like this, with an omega trapped in his grip, the scent of slick cloying the air. Yoongi was such a pretty omega too, all soft blonde hair and lithe limbs, doll lips and sleepy eyes-- and Yoongi was begging to be knotted--Then Namjoon whined, hips jerking as a warm hand stroked him over his jeans, tracing the outline of his hard cock, Yoongi huffing against his throat as the omega pressed kisses to skin there."So big," Yoongi sounded awed. "Fuck, yes, want it now Joon, now, now--"Namjoon was nervous. Said he'd always wait for someone special, would save himself for the omega he would mate-- but Yoongi was soft and pretty, was always kind to him when he ordered his juice, had a gummy smile, and smelled like lemon and sugar... Maybe it was love.And if it was love, then it was okay."Okay," Namjoon managed to force out the words, skin burning with arousal, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. "Y-yeah, okay--"Yoongi grinned at him, and it was something feral, almost scary, the omega taking Namjoon's hand to led him away.Yoongi's bedroom smelled like Yoongi, lemon and sugar, and Namjoon wondered if he was frothing at the mouth, wondered if Yoongi would be turned off by the growling that he couldn't seem to control, but Yoongi was pushing him to the plush mattress, crawling atop him, kissing him--And then Yoongi was stripping, pulling that white shirt over his head fast, mussing his hair into a fluffy blonde mess, pink nipples hard against the milky skin of his chest, and Namjoon whimpered.How did he get so lucky? Yoongi was a dream come true--"This is your first time?" Yoongi asked, confirming once more, and Namjoon nodded, blushing again, drool gathering beneath his tongue as his gaze travelled to where the band of Yoongi's fishnets sank into the soft flesh of his waist."Y-yes.""First time with an omega?""First time with a-anyone," Namjoondidn't wanna lie, didn't wanna set expectations he couldn't meet. "I'm sorry--""It's okay," Yoongi was breathing heavily, chest heaving, everything flushed pink and pretty. "I'll look after you, I promise.""You w-will?""Uh huh," Yoongi was so perfect as he smiled, leaning down to kiss Namjoon, pulling Joon's belt from the notches in his jeans. "I'll teach you, so don't be worried. Teach you what it feels like to knot someone."Namjoon's hips kicked up desperately, unable to bite back his groan."I want that," Namjoon felt like he could cry. "P-please--"Yoongi giggled, kissing Joon again, nipping at his soft lower lip."Are you begging? What a good alpha you are."Yoongi slipped from his jeans and boxers hastily, left only in his fishnets, and Namjoon gasped."Fuck."Yoongi knew the fishnets always did the trick-- how the black contrasted so well with his pale skin, how his cock looked so sweet trapped beneath the tight threads-- and Namjoon was bucking his hips for friction, chasing it without even realising.Namjoon was so cute.So cute, Yoongi might have felt guilty, if he thought about it long enough. But now was not the time."Yoongi--"Yoongi was unzipping Namjoon from his jeans, pulling them down delicious tanned thighs, drooling from Namjoon's scent, whining from it.Namjoon was half naked now, stripped from the waist down, thighs and cock bare, the slight softness of his tummy quivering as Yoongi pulled his gaze down Joon's body.He was perfect really, Yoongi's ideal, soft yet big, handsome, smelling so good... no.Can't think like that.You wanted to take his first knot, Yoongi told himself. That was your mission, so just fucking do it. No guilt, no butterflies. He's just a dumb alpha after all.
This is all he wants from you anyways.
Yoongi kissed Namjoon, and reached for his drawer.The sound of a condom packet had Namjoon whimpering, and three strokes to Namjoon's cock had him ready. Yoongi rolled the condom down with ease, moved to straddle Namjoon's hips, and then reached back to tear at his fishnets, Namjoon's eyes rolling at the sound of fabric ripping.And then Yoongi was pushing himself back onto Namjoon's cock, slick and messy from the teasing, from how pliant this alpha was beneath him with the promise of being able to knot, and Namjoon's hands were clammy as they gripped his thighs, trying not to push the omega to the base.The noise Namjoon made was strangled, when Yoongi finally sank himself down, Namjoon filling him up so perfectly, hole stretched so wide around the alpha.But this was just the start, and Yoongi shivered, anticipation making his own cock leak beneath the fishnets.Namjoon looked a combination of blissed out and terrified.Yoongi felt his heart ache, but he brushed it away."Feels good?"No words, only a shaky whine came from Namjoon's wet mouth, head nodding slightly, styled hair now a mess across his sweaty forehead."Joonie, you're so deep in me," Yoongi wanted to stir him up with more words, wanted to watch Namjoon blush and squirm beneath him, wanted to see his power over this alpha as he straddled him in his skimpy tights. "Can't wait to feel your knot.""Oh," Namjoon whined. "F-fuck--"Yoongi started to ride him now, rolling his hips in slow, dirty circles, watching as Namjoon started to lose his mind. Those big hands were sinking nails into Yoongi's thighs, fishnets tearing more, and then they slid up to Yoongi's waist, gripping for life as Yoongi gasped.Namjoon was thrusting up, small, desperate, uneven kicks of his pelvis, those hands holding Yoongi still, and even though Namjoon was inexperienced, Yoongi couldn't deny how incredible it felt. So thick inside him, reaching so deep, making him wet and pliant- oh no, this was bad--Namjoon smelled incredible too, that forest scent dashed with lust and affection, wide eyes staring up at Yoongi in awe, Yoongi now noticing small things on Namjoon's face – cute freckles, the way his dimples deepened when Namjoon clenched his jaw--Shit.Bad, this was so bad.The sounds were lewd and filthy, going right to Yoongi's dick, Namjoon's deep moans making him twitch and leak, and then Joon's hands gripped tighter, his body tensing, and Yoongi knew this the signs, knew this was it – Namjoon was going to knot him."Yes," Yoongi whimpered, wanting it so badly, all thoughts fleeing his mind at the prospect of finally being filled. "Fuck yes, Joon, alpha, knot me, a-alpha please--"Namjoon looked scared. Yoongi kissed him to ease the fear."Please, I want it, w-want you Joon--"And then Yoongi was shivering, feeling the knot swell at the base of Namjoon's cock, hot against his rim, pressing so insistently--Yoongi squirmed and mewled as it pushed past, slipping into him slowly, every muscle in his body jerking as he was finally sated.Oh god, it felt so fucking good--"Yoongi,' Namjoon was pulling him down, was leaning up, kissing the omega, all smiling and dimpled, beaming with happiness. "Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi--"And then Namjoon was cumming, Yoongi squealing, the feeling sending him over the edge.He dirtied his tights, his tummy, Namjoon's hand that had made it too late to jerk him to completion, and Namjoon was inside him, making him so full, making him feel whole, complete--
No.
No, no, no.
"Yoongi, you are so... so perfect--"Guilt.
No.
"I'm not--"The guilt was so strong, oh god--"You are.""No!" Namjoon swallowed nervously, and Yoongi knew he couldn't escape, not with Namjoon knotting him, not while his body yearned to keep the alpha inside him.Why the fuck was he saying this?"Yoongi?"Yoongi wanted to cry. Wanted to scream.Yoongi wanted to undo this.Namjoon was good, too good for this. Too good for Yoongi."You're--"Yoongi paused, and blinked back tears."You're so fucking stupid, Namjoon."The reaction was instant.Namjoon flinched, his pretty lips trembling."W-what?"Yoongi felt like shit. Wanted Namjoon to see what a piece of shit he was. Wanted to take it all back."This is what I do, don't you get it?"Namjoon was trembling now, eyes filling with tears.Namjoon shook his head.Yoongi swallowed back his self disgust."I find alphas like you. I find virgins, and I fuck them. I take your first knot, because it's fun."Namjoon was soft inside him now, knot starting to shrink, slipping out of Yoongi with a wet squelch.But Namjoon didn't shove him away, didn't punch him out, didn't shout--Namjoon only sobbed.Yoongi felt his heart shatter, then and there."Oh," Namjoon managed to gasp between his wet breathes, chest heaving in his sorrow. "I-Im... s-so stupid, of c-course--"Of course?Namjoon tried to fake a laugh, but it was pitiful, slinging his arm over his eyes, trying to hide his tears."Of course y-you wouldn't want me f-for real--"What?"I s-should have known this w-was too good to be t-true--"Wait--No.Yoongi wanted to cry, but-- nothing was happening.Then Namjoon was sitting up, Yoongi flinching, scared of being hit, knowing he would deserve it, but instead, Namjoon kissed him gently, only once, pulling away with swollen, red eyes."At least I got to k-kiss you," Namjoon breathed, blinking another tear down his face, lips tilting in a sad smile. "I wanted to so badly s-so... we both got what we wanted, I g-guess--"And then Namjoon was pulling his clothes back on, leaving without a word. Yoongi cried then. Two weeks passed since Yoongi last saw Namjoon-- since Namjoon left in tears from his room, pants not even zipped up, soft hair messy as he covered his handsome face in shame.Yoongi felt sick remembering it, felt like he could throw up just from the memories.All the other alphas Yoongi had slept with, had stolen their first knots, first times... they had never reacted like Namjoon had.They'd be angry with Yoongi, sure, being used by an omega triggering every aggressive nerve in their bodies and Yoongi found it hilarious. But Joon--Namjoon had kissed him and cried and left, and Yoongi didn't know what to do.The first week, he tried to ignore the way his chest ached, the way his skin crawled when he thought back on what he'd done.He tried to laugh it off, another mission accomplished.The second week, Yoongi cried in the shower, touched his fingers to his lips and remembered how Namjoon had smiled at him, how Namjoon's tears had tasted in that last, final kiss.And then two weeks became three, and Yoongi knew he had to do something, or he would go insane.It seemed too little to text the alpha, to apologise like that, so Yoongi decided to go to the juice bar, and set things straight in person.Sure, he trembled, lacing his shoes, throwing on his hoodie-- but he knew he had to do it, had to at least say sorry and explain.Yoongi didn't expect an apology, but he just had to get the words out, had to make Namjoon know that it wasn't... that Yoongi hadn't meant to hurt him.He had to tell Namjoon that the alpha wasn't just a conquest, a notch on his belt.That Namjoon was special, was different.That all the stupid alphas Yoongi had stolen first times from had been out of spite, done in revenge.That Yoongi had given his virginity to an alpha that pretended to love him, but had lied. That this alpha was on a mission to knot virgin omegas, and Yoongi had fallen victim.Yoongi had wanted his revenge, but that soon turned to pleasure and games, and even when his stupid misguided spite had disappeared, he still loved seeing alphas lose their mind beneath him, still relished in that control.But Yoongi had royally fucked up now, with Namjoon.Namjoon wasn't like those other alphas, didn't want to take control of Yoongi, didn't want to fuck into him like a useless toy--Namjoon had been good beneath him, had let Yoongi take the reigns and teach him, and as an alpha, that took a level of trust Yoongi didn't deserve.He'd flirted for weeks with Namjoon, and now he could admit that he'd fallen for the alpha, could admit it without shame.His heart hurt so much as he left his house.His chest ached with fear on the bus towards the shopping complex.His hands trembled violently with nerves.The juice bar was ahead of him now, and Namjoon was there, looking tired, looking handsome, an apron tied tight around that thick waist, and then their eyes were meeting, Yoongi stopping in his tracks, heart slamming to a halt inside his ribs.Yoongi wanted to cry.But then Namjoon turned away, head ducked down, and he was speaking to someone, someone waiting beside the counter. They were small, delicate looking, soft hair, soft lips, and Yoongi felt envy grow inside his heart.An... an omega?No, no--The omega was staring at him now, drink in hand, and then Namjoon was putting a "closed" sign on the counter, leaving, before Yoongi even had a chance to utter a word.He wanted to call out for Namjoon, but that omega was approaching him now, beautiful, eyes filled with anger."Hey!" the omega shouted, drawing attention, all eyes turning to stare. "Yoongi, right?"Yoongi could only nod timidly, smelling the aggression from this pretty omega in sharp spikes of floral and citrus, unable to back up fast enough before the omega was face-to-face."You have no right to show your face, after what you did."Yoongi knew."I just wanted to talk to him, explai--"Yoongi shuddered, soaked in fruit juice, watermelon and lime, gasping loudly in unison with their growing audience.The omega growled from behind those plush lips."Don't EVER come near my alpha again, you understand?"My alpha.Namjoon.. had someone now?Yoongi felt his heart break, and knew now what he had done to Namjoon, knew how much it hurt.Fuck.He couldn't help but cry, lost for words in the face of this perfect, pretty omega."Okay," Yoongi managed to force the words out, juice making his skin sticky, making his eyes burn, hoodie drenched and smelling sickly. "I won't, I'm s-sorry--""Good," the omega spat, stepping away now, fury harsh in his gentle features. "Go knot hunting somewhere else, whore."Whore.The word stayed with Yoongi, even after a long shower, after a long bath, feeling sticky and dirty no matter how long he stayed in the water and scrubbed.Whore.It hurt so much but... it was true, right? Yoongi knew he was no innocent omega, but... was he a whore now?He supposed it made sense. He couldn't even count on one had the amount of knots he'd taken, virgin or not, so, whore seemed fitting.It hurt though.Hurt enough for Yoongi to cry and decide to text Namjoon, give him just an ounce of the apology he deserved.
Namjoon, it's Yoongi.
I'm so sorry for how I treated you.
I'm so sorry for what I said. I can't take it back, but I wish I could, and it's too late.
I'm sorry I made you leave work early.
Your omega is really beautiful, you deserve someone that beautiful.
I'm so, so sorry.
The wait was agonising, and Yoongi couldn't focus on his work, on the TV. Could only stare at his phone and wait.Then, a text buzzed through, and Yoongi whimpered.Namjoon.But...?
*What do you mean, "my omega"??*
What?
*The one at the juice bar... the one who dunked fruit juice all over me... watermelon?*
Another tense moment, and another text came through.
*Fuck, please tell me he didn't do that...*
Yoongi scoffed.
*He did, and I deserved it*
BZZ.
*He's not my omega, Yoongi*
*Then why did he say he was?*
Yoongi nearly wet himself when his phone started to ring, Namjoon's name on the screen, and he picked it up with shaking hands, voice cracking as he answered."N-Namjoon?""Hello, Yoongi. Are... a-are you alright, after what Jimin did?""Yeah... It was humiliating but... well earned, so, its fine--""He's my cousin."Oh.What?"Cousin?""Yeah," Namjoon continued, his voice soft and sad, even through the receiver. "I went to him, after-- y-know... d-didn't know what to do, so I w-went to Jimin--"Namjoon let out a weird laugh."He said he'd kill you, if he e-ever came across you... I freaked out today, s-seeing you, so I guess he wasn't lying to me about that--""I guess not.""Are you really okay?" Namjoon sounded close to tears.Yoongi sniffled."No... I'm not… Namjoon, I--" and Yoongi knew he had to be truthful here, no matter what. If he was forgiven, if he was ignored, he had to tell Namjoon the truth he deserved."Yoongi--""I'm so sorry," Yoongi couldn't hide the way his voice trembled as tears fell. "I'm so fucking sorry--""I didn't lie," Yoongi continued. "About finding virgins, l-letting them knot me... it was f-fun, I dunno... but you--"Yoongi paused to collect himself, breath shuddering."I think I l-love you, and I g-got scared... I wasn't s-supposed to feel like that—I wanted to s-scare you away, because you're too good for me... Your cousin called me a w-whore and he was right, but it h-hurts so much, my heart h-hurts so much--""I'm coming over.""W-what?" Yoongi felt fear seize him. "Namjoon, n-no, you don't have to see m-me--""See you soon."And then Namjoon hung up, and Yoongi was left to the sounds of his sniffling and his heart racing, bringing his pajama sleeve up to wipe at his nose.Shit.Yoongi tried to look presentable, tried to tidy up, but his door was being knocked at, and he wanted to run.When Yoongi opened the door, Namjoon was there, sweaty, brows furrowed, that jaw clenched to show those perfect dimples, and Yoongi wanted to touch them, wanted to kiss them and tell Namjoon they were beautiful."Joon--""You said you loved me?" Namjoon's voice wobbled.Yoongi was lost for words, gaping up at Namjoon while his heart hammered away."Yoongi?" Namjoon asked again, desperation in his eyes, written through his entire body. "Do you?"Have to tell the truth."Yes--""Do you... do you m-mean it? For r-real?"Tear started to gather and spill from Yoongi's eyes, but he couldn't turn away from Namjoon's gaze."Yes, f-for real, I mean it Joon. I'm s-sorry that I h-hurt you, I'm so s-sorry--"And then lips were against Yoongi's own, harsh yet sweet, tasting like rain and ice cream.It surprised Yoongi, making his gasp, lips parting wider as Namjoon deepened this kiss. There was a gentle hint of tongue, just enough for Yoongi to melt into the alphas hold on him, and then he was being picked up, strong tanned arms holding him close."Joon--""It's okay," Namjoon whispered to his lips, kissing him between each word. "I forgive you, i-its okay--""'s not--" Yoongi sobbed, wriggling in Namjoon's grip. "I don't d-deserve this--""But we love each other, Yoongi. And I forgive you."Yoongi kissed him hard."I'll undo it," Yoongi murmured against Namjoon's mouth. "I'll make it right, I'll make it right--""Tell me you love me again," Namjoon's voice was so soft, full of affection, yearning. "Tell me, p-please--""I love you," Yoongi kissed again. "I love you so much, Namjoon--"Namjoon made a sound from the back of his throat, a strange sob, but those dimples were back, his pretty eyes were creased with happiness, and when Namjoon nuzzled at Yoongi's neck, kissing his scent gland gently, Yoongi started to cry."I love you, love you, love y-you Joon.""Can I take you out?" Namjoon chuckled beneath his breath, holding Yoongi so close, so warm against him. "For ice cream, like I wanted?""Yes--""And maybe some dinner? Movies?""Yeah--""No sleeping together on the first date either?""Anything you want--”Namjoon smiled."I've got what I want, right here in my arms."Yoongi's heart skipped a beat, but he forced a weak laugh."That's corny,""I'm a sap," Namjoon giggled. "Didn't you know?"Of course Yoongi did. It was one of the many reasons he loved Namjoon.So many, many reasons after all."Thank you for apologising to me," Namjoon whispered."Thank you for forgiving me," Yoongi replied."Can we start from the beginning?"Yoongi wanted nothing more."Yes," was all he could muster to say. "Yes, lets do that."So they went on their dates, kissed and kissed and kissed, and while Jimin took a loooong time to come around to it (after much grovelling from Yoongi), he had eventually forgiven Joonie's omega boyfriend too.... Eventually...Yoongi never pressured Namjoon, never even hinted at anything until Namjoon would finally decide when he was ready to do anything further.It felt good.Yoongi finally felt proper control in his life, and he was in love with the most perfect alpha in the world.Three months. It took three months before Yoongi and Namjoon slept with each other, after their first time, after Yoongi had hurt him and Namjoon had left in tears.It was a long three months, in Yoongi’s opinion, but he wasn’t going to push Namjoon, wasn’t going to force him or pressure his alpha to do something he didn’t want to do.Not that Namjoon didn’t want to fuck Yoongi-- Yoongi could smell the alphas arousal every time they kissed, every time they cuddled on the couch together and watched movies. Namjoon was almost perpetually horny to be honest, but that didn’t mean he was ready.So Yoongi waited patiently, even though the small acts they did do together, the kissing and the touching would make him so slick and wet that it was borderline embarrassing.But it was okay, Namjoon needed time, needed to build up that trust and feel safe, so Yoongi let him, and they pay off had been worth it.Namjoon was so shy when he’d hinted at it, when he’d pulled Yoongi close and nosed at his omegas scent gland, sniffing at it, licking, before grazing it with the points of his teeth.Namjoon had whined into his ear softly, pretty murmurs of “Yoongi hyung, I-I think I’m ready--”And it had been incredible, Yoongi taking his alpha to Namjoon’s room, to Namjoon’s bed, his forest scent left on the sheets, making Yoongi feel hot and lightheaded as he rode Namjoon to completion.Namjoon had blushed and gasped and whimpered, and Yoongi took his knot happily, kissing at Namjoon’s lips, cheeks, his hands while telling him how well he’d done, how perfect and how loved Namjoon was.And then they fucked again.And again. And again and again and again.Namjoon was still shy about it, no matter how often they did it, preferring to let Yoongi take the lead, to give Yoongi the reigns and tell him what to do, tell Namjoon how to be good for him.Yoongi loved it that way too-- being in charge as an omega was nearly unheard of, and even more so for an alpha to allow that to happen.But Namjoon loved it, loved when Yoongi called him a “good boy”, loved when Yoongi shoved him down and straddled him with desire flooding those soft, sleepy eyes.It was a match made in heaven, basically. “I still hate you, just so you know.”“Yeah,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, flicking crumbs from his cake at Jimin, Namjoon’s pretty omega cousin. “I know, you don’t gotta keep telling me. I thought this was supposed to be a fun cafe date?” “What, you’re not having fun?” Jimin grinned, pearly teeth peeking out from between pink, plush lips, tilting his cotton candy hair, showing off his newly acquired mating bite mark.Yoongi didn’t want to admit his envy, so he glanced away, and downed his milkshake hastily. “Sure. I love hanging out with arrogant, mated omegas. Super fun.”“Aww, so cute when you’re jealous. I’m sure Joonie will mate you one day.”It made Yoongi’s stomach feel hot, the thought of Namjoon mating him, sinking sharp teeth into him and growling-- “Yeah, I dunno. He’s still… pretty reserved, when it comes to sex. He’ll bring that up when he’s ready.”“You know that’s your fault, right?”Yoongi shrunk in his seat.“Yeah… I know...”Jimin sighed, and gave Yoongi a gentle pat on the back. “Sorry I just… I was so angry at you. I’m still mad, to be honest. I’ve never seen Namjoon that upset before. I was ready to kill you.”Then Jimin laughed, and carved his spoon through his cake, pushing it towards Yoongi’s lips. Yoongi opened wide and swallowed it down. “But I’ll get over it. You’ve been good to him, and he loves you. And Joonie’s happiness is the most important thing to me. If you make him happy, then I know we can become the best of friends.”“I’ll keep doing my best.” Yoongi still felt guilt, sure, but Jimin’s words, no matter how harsh, were always laced with sweetness, and Yoongi knew Jimin was just warning him, making sure that Yoongi knew-- a single toe out of line, and Jimin would be merciless. “You’re doing good, Yoon. I forgave you a long time ago, so… it’s okay.”“Thank you Jimin.”Then Jimin was giving him a sly look, sipping back his juice with a grin.“So… Joonie’s shy huh? Doesn’t that suck?”Yoongi flushed red. “No?” He averted his eyes. Sex talk with Jimin was weird, because Jimin was far too open, in a way that made Yoongi cringe. Usually he didn’t mind getting in depth, trading stories with pals, it was fine, but Jimin and his alpha mate Taehyung-- they got up to some crazy shit, and hearing about it always just left Yoongi lost for words. “But it’s fun when alphas go wild, don’t you think?” Jimin’s eyes were sparkling, licking at his lips. “When they can’t think of anything else but getting balls deep. Fuck, it’s the best, right?”Yoongi swallowed.“I kinda prefer being in control, to be honest...” Jimin raised a brow.“Oh, even in heat? Isn’t that impossible?”Yoongi froze in his seat. Heats.He hadn’t had a heat in years.Suppressants kept them away, which had been an absolute godsend. Yoongi hated having his heats, hated what he became, when they hit him. Whiny, needy. Wanting to fulfil a biological desire that his male omega body couldn’t do.Yoongi recalled nights alone, rutting into his pillows, filled with his fingers, with toys, begging an imaginary alpha to knot him and breed him, and he fucking hated it.
Alphas are stupid, they don’t deserve my heats, don’t deserve to see me like that.
But that was before Namjoon and Namjoon was sweet, Namjoon loved him.The thought of Namjoon fucking him hard in the throes of Yoongi’s heat had Yoongi shuddering where he sat, and Jimin noticed. “Yoongi?”“I’ve...” Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut. “I’ve never shared my heat with an alpha before. O-or anyone, for that matter--”Jimin gasped.“Oh Yoongi… you are missing out on SO much, oh my god.” Yoongi blinked.“I… am?”Thinking back on heats, Yoongi remembered how much they fucking sucked. Restless nights of being covered in his own slick, whining against his will, craving nothing but the desire to have his hole filled. He felt weak, pathetic, with no control-- All the things he hated most.“Yes,” Jimin basically purred, licking at his lips. “Fuck, that feeling when you’re so wet and desperate, when they finally get their knot inside and growl dirty shit into your ear… nothing in the world feels better.” The idea of Namjoon growling filth into Yoongi’s ear seemed so foreign, but it made his toes curl in his boots anyways, made his stomach tense and his cheeks burn.Namjoon was too shy for that though-- “Heats do weird things to alphas,” Jimin said, as if he could read Yoongi’s mind. “It turns them into animals.”“It does?”“Uh huh,” Jimin grinned, and it was feral. “They get all like… possessive. Makes ‘em wanna breed.”Oh fuck.Yoongi’s big secret, his biggest desire. Male omegas couldn’t have pups, couldn’t fall pregnant, and that was okay, Yoongi didn’t want kids anyways.But… the words always fell from his lips when heats hit, stuffed full with knotted toys, begging to be bred. But that was pathetic, just a stupid, omega trait that he didn’t want--Picturing Namjoon holding him down, telling him to take it, telling Yoongi that he was gonna breed him and make him full, had Yoongi whimpering.Then Jimin’s grin got wider, and Yoongi feared for his life. “I have an idea,” Jimin giggled.“Oh no.”“Oh YES,” Jimin was leaning close now, smelling so sweet, the mark on his neck so obvious now, Yoongi feeling jealous. “You, Min Yoongi,” the pretty omega continued, breath smelling like melon juice. “Should give your first heat to Namjoonie, to make up for stealing his first knot. Like a weird, fucked up trade-off.”It made sense.But it also scared Yoongi. Scared him with how much he wanted that, scared him with showing Namjoon his pathetic, needy side. Would Namjoon still want him after that? Would Namjoon be able to take care of him?Namjoon was sweet, Namjoon was shy. Namjoon still stuttered and blushed when Yoongi rode his big cock, and still whined when his knot slipped into Yoongi’s tight heat.Could Namjoon sate him properly, if he allowed a heat to happen? “Do it,” Jimin laughed, tipping back the rest of his drink happily. “You won’t regret it. You’ll get on your knees and thank me once it’s done, I pinky promise.”“What if I regret it?”Yoongi swallowed back his nerves.“What if… what if Namjoon hates me after?” “Why would he hate you?”“I’m needy, in heats,” Yoongi hid his face in his hands. “I c-can’t take control, I just cry and make a mess--”“Alphas love that. It’s in their nature, in their entire biological build.”“Yeah?” “Yeah,” Jimin smiled, giving Yoongi a knowing nod. “Give him a chance to be in charge and take care of you-- let him prove himself, and then you can strike a nice balance.”That made sense.That made too much sense. Yoongi did baby Namjoon a bit-- and maybe that’s why Namjoon was still reserved, still shy. Maybe Yoongi was holding the alpha back at letting him go a bit wild.Maybe it was time.“Fine,” Yoongi muttered. “I’ll do it, just watch.”“You won’t regret it!”“I’ll kill you if I do, Park Jimin.”It felt weird not to take his pills upon waking, Yoongi had to hide them from his beside table, inside a drawer on the other side of his room to make sure he didn’t take them by accident.Yoongi thought he’d fall into heat immediately, expected it to hit the second he ignored his pill, but that wasn’t the case.It didn’t hit the next day either, or the next.In fact, five days passed, and still nothing, though Namjoon was sniffing at him more often, was more handsy, touching his tummy and the sensitive gland on his neck.“You smell weird.”“I do?”“Mm,” Namjoon nuzzled into the side of his throat, inhaling deeply. “Like, good weird. Different.”Then, the heat hit, when Yoongi was alone and not expecting it, waking up in his slick drenched sheets, gasping as his eyes fluttered open.Everything felt hot, unbearably so, the shirt and briefs he wore to bed being ripped off with shaking hands, whining loudly as his stiff cock rocked into the damp mattress.“F-fuck--”Namjoon.He needed Namjoon now, needed him more than he’d ever needed anything in his life--It was almost impossible to reach for his phone, to dial the number, sweat running from beneath his hairline to sting the corners of his eyes. The phone grew wet beneath his ear, placed against his pillow, and Yoongi prayed.Namjoon answered, voice soft and sweet, full of happiness, and Yoongi keened loudly.“Yoongi? What was that sound? Are you okay--”“Joon, please,” Yoongi gasped, reaching back to feel how wet he was, his ass and thighs wet to the touch. “A-alpha, h-help--”“Help? Yoongi, you’re scaring me--”“H-heat--” Yoongi’s voice cracked as he sank two fingers inside himself, relieving none of the pain burning inside. “I’m… i-in h-heat--”“Oh,” Yoongi could hear Namjoon swallow, could picture his face- jaw tensed, eyes black, pupils dilated wide. “Can… c-can I come and h-help you through it?”“Yes,” Yoongi hissed desperately, and he was fingering himself so loudly, wet squelches filling the room. He knew Namjoon could hear them, from the hitch in his alphas breath. “Please, a-alpha, Joon, J-Joonie help m-me--”“I’m coming,” Namjoon breathed. “I’ll be there soon, it’s okay--”Namjoon hung up, and Yoongi could only lay there, writhing and waiting, his hole begging for more than just his fingers. The promise of Namjoon’s knot had him drooling, had dumb whines slipping from his lips, and when he heard the front door being opened, he sobbed.“I used the key f-from beneath the-- oh,”Namjoon was in the doorway to his room now, eyes wide, face pink, chest heaving rapidly, and Yoongi couldn’t stop his fingers from fucking into himself, couldn’t stop the mewling.“Fuck… Yoongi--”Yoongi whimpered. Namjoon inhaled loudly, and something dark flickered through his eyes, something that made slick leak from Yoongi’s hole, made his thighs wetter, made him want to submit.“You.. you smell so fucking good--”Yoongi felt an urge, his instincts screaming inside him, so he pulled his fingers out, arched his back, and begged.“Fill me. Joonie, f-fill me--”Namjoon was across the room in seconds, and Yoongi felt his heart stutter in excitement, wanting to be knotted, wanting his alpha buried deep inside--But then he squealed, cheeks pried apart, Namjoon burying his face there instead, lapping eagerly at his puffy rim. There was no finesse, no technique-- Namjoon ate him out like the alpha was starving.“Fuck!” Yoongi wailed, arching more, feeling his cock leak in tandem with his hole, with the way Namjoon fucked him with his hot tongue, licking up every fresh burst of slick. “N-N-Namjoon--”“So good,” Namjoon whined, a low, desperate noise. “Tastes so good Yoonie--”“Hhh,” Yoongi felt his legs seize up, his stomach tense, the urge to cum rushing through his body to sit hot in his gut. “G-gonna--”“No.”Yoongi’s orgasm slammed to a halt, and he whimpered loudly, panting desperately, cock twitching between pale thighs.“Yoongi… t-tell me what you want me to do. D-do you wanna cum like that?”Yoongi sobbed.He didn’t know.He wanted lots of things. Wanted to cum, wanted to be knotted-- wanted Namjoon to breed him, make him full, make a mess out of him--But it was embarrassing, the words wouldn’t come, no matter how hard Yoongi shuddered and breathed.“D-dunno--” Yoongi sobbed. “D-dunno, h-help--”“I don’t k-know either,” and even though Namjoon was smelling like fierce lust and desire, and his big cock was tenting his track suit pants, Namjoon still held back, still waited for Yoongi to tell him what to do.“This… my f-first heat with s-someone--” Yoongi reached for Namjoon with shaking hands. “Joon-- you’re m-my first, s-so… I d-dunno what to d-do--”Namjoon looked caught between wanting to cry and wanting to fuck, pupils dilated with lust, shining with threatening tears.“I’m… your f-first?”“Uh huh,” Yoongi interlaced his fingers with Namjoon’s, watching the alpha inhale deeply, watching those beloved dimples pop out. “It’s… o-only fair, right?”“I love you.”Yoongi sobbed.“L-love-- l-love you t-too--”“Now,” Namjoon sounded a little different, a little more demanding, crawling up the bed to loom over his shaking omega, strands of dirty blonde hair falling across his gaze. “Tell me, what do you want?”It was past want now. Yoongi needed, and all his shame was gone, in the face of the alpha he loved.“Knot me,” Yoongi begged, unable to move, the heat flooding him rapidly in unbearable waves. “Knot m-me… w-wanna be bred--”Namjoon’s breath hitched, and there was a weird sound coming from within the alphas chest, that Yoongi soon registered as a growl. It made him wetter, made him whine and writhe and cry.“You want me to breed you?”Fuck, it sounded so good coming from Namjoon’s mouth, so sweet with that deep voice, gentle yet tainted with lust.“Yeah,” Yoongi confirmed, tilting his head to the side, presenting, letting his scent cloy the room more. “Want my a-alpha to breed me--”“Fuck.” When they kissed, Yoongi could taste his own slick, and it made him harder, wetter, made him lick more desperately into Namjoon’s mouth. The alpha was stripping himself of clothing desperately, shirt and then pants, huge cock springing free.Yoongi whined at the sight, curved his back, presented his ass, and Namjoon sent a slap down against the soft milky flesh, biting back a growl.“Mine,” Namjoon sank his fingers into the flesh, pulling Yoongi’s cheeks apart once more, leaning in to lick a hot tongue against his rim. “Mine.” Possessive.Yoongi loved it.“Breed me,” He was crying now, hot tears mixing with his sweat. “Fuck me, J-Joon-- n-need--”And then Namjoon was sliding into him, hot and thick and stretching him so wide, the burn so good, Yoongi squealing as an orgasm punched through his quivering body.“You are mine,” Namjoon breathed against his ear, nipping the silver in his lobes, voice rough. “Gonna breed you so g-good, Yoongi--”Yoongi thought the orgasm would settle him slightly, but all it did was make him greedier, wriggling himself back on Namjoon’s cock, forcing it to the base as the alpha hissed. Yoongi tried to roll his hips, tried to make it work, but his body was too weak, too shaky.Namjoon kissed at his nape, and cooed.“Baby, shh,” Namjoon stilled Yoongi’s sad attempts, pushing his omega to the wet mattress by his waist, holding him steady. “Don’t, it’s okay. Let me take care of you,”Yoongi shuddered.“K-kay,” was all he was able to whisper. “Y-yeah--”“So good, so pretty,” Namjoon kissed his cheek, his neck, his sweaty mess of blonde hair. “Gonna take my knot so well, aren’t you?”“Mm--”“So perfect, Yoongi, such a good boy.”Oh god.Yoongi whined.That’s what he called Namjoon, that’s--“Yeah,” Namjoon could feel the way Yoongi grew tight around him at the praise, and took this as his moment to start, rocking his hips slowly, Yoongi’s hands scrabbling in the sheets for purchase. “My good boy, can’t wait to fill you--”“Joon,” Yoongi was drooling into the pillow beneath him, felt lost to his pleasure, to the delicious drag of Namjoon’s cock inside him, to the slick sounds coming from behind. “Joonieeee--”“So wet for me,” Namjoon sounded so awed, and Yoongi could sense the twinkle in those beautiful eyes. “Ready for my knot.”“Knot me,” Yoongi sounded demanding, voice shattering around every heavy breath, body tensing, needing to cum once again. “P-please--”“I wanna see your face--”And then Yoongi was empty, sobbing at the sensation, growling and writhing against the mattress until he was being flipped onto his back, legs were being pressed to his sides, and Namjoon was spearing him on his cock once more.Yoongi came hard, unable to even lift his arms, painting his tummy, Namjoon watching as it splashed up Yoongi’s pretty pink nipples with a gasp.Not enough.Needed more--“Joonie more,” Yoongi felt mindless, felt his words falling out of his wide mouth, lips parted and slicked with spit, eyes unable to focus. “G-gimme--”Namjoon complied with a deep thrust, and another and another, slow and agonising, heat pooling in Yoongi’s gut once more, making him want to scream.Namjoon looked feral above him, no longer that shy alpha that needed Yoongi to tell him how to fuck. Namjoon’s instincts were kicking through all that, his need to sate his omega more powerful than his insecurities, and Yoongi could grow used to this for sure.Jimin was right.Fuck.He could feel Namjoon’s knot starting to form, catching on his rim now with each thrust, and Yoongi gasped and whined and felt tears leak, needing nothing in the world more than Namjoon filling him up, pushing that knot into him and keeping him stuffed.“Mine,” Namjoon was huffing into his neck again, baring his teeth, growling, “N-never gonna let another alpha touch you, you belong to me--”Yoongi did, he wanted to. He wanted to be Namjoon’s.He wanted Namjoon to be his too.“M-mark me,” Yoongi whimpered. “Claim me. Breed me, Joonie--”Namjoon, ever polite, the love of Yoongi’s life.“You sure?”Yoongi could barely force a nod.“Yes… I love y-you… we belong to each other--”Yoongi screamed as his third orgasm shuddered through him, Namjoon’s knot forcing past his used rim, pumping him full as Namjoon came, sharp teeth snapping onto Yoongi’s scent gland hard enough to break skin.It felt so fucking good, the way Namjoon bit down on him, the way he groaned and growled as he emptied himself into his omega, never breaking his grip on his neck once. But then the alpha was pulling back, slight traces of red on his lips.“B-bite me too,” Namjoon urged, brushing his nose to Yoongi’s, eyes filled with adoration. “Claim me too.”That was so unheard of-- alphas letting someone mark them, but Yoongi didn’t question it, just opened his mouth, waiting for Namjoon’s scent gland to be pressed to his waiting bite, and then he did it, as hard as he could.Namjoon whined now too, hips jerking slightly, knot trapped inside Yoongi, small, pleased gasps leaving his mouth, and they took turns at licking each others mark, sharing kisses, waiting for Namjoon to finally be able to pull free.Cum and slick stained the mattress and sheets, but it didn’t matter.“I love you.”Yoongi smiled.“I love you too.”“Do you-- d-do you feel better?”“A little,” Yoongi did, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. His heat would return full force soon, and after not having had one for years, he didn’t know how long it would last this time. “Still gonna need you, hope that’s okay--”“Yeah,” Namjoon kissed his forehead, his nose, lips and then his new mark, Yoongi preening beneath him. “I called in sick from work, I’ll t-take care of you for as long as you need.”“How are you this nice?”Namjoon winked.“Just am.”It took three days of fucking for Yoongi’s heat to finally subside, and when he finally had enough strength to pull himself from bed without Namjoon’s help, he wandered to the kitchen for water, kissing his sleeping alpha on the cheek twice.Then he checked his phone.
PARK JIMIN (UGH)
*so… guessing ur gonna be bowing down to me and thanking me sometime soon right? Lmao, get that knot!*
Yoongi texted back with a smile, touching lightly at his new mark, at the thing that bound him and Namjoon together, for the rest of his days.Yep, he sent back, no emojis for Park Jimin. I’ll bow before you. Thank you Jimin.
BZZT.
PARK JIMIN (UGH)
*omg!!!??? I need deets like asap*
Yoongi left his buzzing phone on the counter, returned to bed hydrated and happy, and kissed at his sleeping mate, watching those pretty dimples hollow out beneath soft tanned skin.Yoongi had never been happier in his whole life, and he wanted to cry from it.“I love you Joonie,” he whispered, and Namjoon smiled in his sleep, whispering back.“Love you too...” And Yoongi kissed him twice, curling up to his alpha, knowing everything would be alright.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
They were already an hour and fifteen minutes late, and Yoongi was fucking livid.He paced his lounge room, phone clenched in his fist. The contractors weren't even answering either, and Yoongi briefly wondered if it was possible he mixed up the days.He checked his phone.Nope, he was right.Where they fuck were they??Yoongi stared at his laptop set up by the couch, knowing he had to make a start on his writing soon, had to get the column for the magazine done asap, but it was impossible, too on edge, waiting for the workers to show.Working from home was a goddamn blessing, and Yoongi loved every second of it, never having to get out of his pajamas, never having to catch the busy train into the busy city-- the only downside was the low pay, just enough to rent this shithole of an apartment.Yoongi sighed.It was probably good it was getting repairs done, even though it was annoying.The bathroom sink leaked, the shower sprayed water backwards sometimes, and the carpets were... ugh, bad. They were so fucking bad.There was a lot to fix, and Yoongi was grateful but--He'd been here for over four years now, and the timing just couldn't be any worse.His first big break with this magazine, writing a sex column of all things, fun, exciting, and his deadline was being pushed hard by impeding construction.He sighed again.And then there was a loud knock, over and over, banging hard on his front door, and Yoongi nearly jumped out of his skin, nearly dropped his phone, racing to the door quickly, wanting them in, wanting them to work, wanting them gone, as fast as possible.He glimpsed himself in the mirror quick, hair a mess beneath his beanie, looking a bit sleepy, a bit cranky, the long legs of his pj pants dragging across the floor boards.Whatever, he thought, opening the door hastily.It's just some boring contractors, they won't care--Yoongi had made a fatal mistake.Jesus fucking Christ.The contractors were actual walking wet dreams, straight out of Yoongi's most haunting fantasies, all muscles and big chests and long hair and sharp jaws.Both in caps too, something that was weirdly horny, and both in red tartan, looking like fucking lumberjacks.Oh, my god.Tanned biceps bulged from beneath torn sleeves, and Yoongi wondered if this was actually a dream, or maybe the start of a porno, or literally anything else that wasn't his flat actually being renovated.Yoongi mentally checked to see if it was his birthday.It wasn't.Then, the taller one began to speak, smiling, deep dimples hollowing out his cheeks. Yoongi swallowed loudly at the sight."Are you Min Yoongi? Sorry that we're so late... Jungkook got lost driving.""Uhh," Yoongi wondered if he was drooling. "I'm... yes? That's.. I'm Yoongi--""Oh, good!" Dimpled man smiled again, brighter, and it hurt to look at. "I'm Namjoon, this is Jungkook. Again, so sorry we were late, I hope it didn't throw off your plans too much?"Even if Yoongi had plans, he'd cancel them in a heartbeat, just to sit and watch these two work."Not at all," Yoongi stepped aside, gesturing them in, cringing interally at the fact he was in a beanie and pjs. "I uhh, work from the flat so... I was just gonna hang out.""We will try not to be too loud then," Namjoon was chatty, cute, Jungkook nodding silently.It was hard to focus on the article, with the two workers coming back and forth from their van parked out the front, bringing up toolboxes, ladders, weird machines and other shit that Yoongi had no clue about.They were getting sweaty too, and Yoongi kinda wanted to die.Namjoon would shoot him a smile every time he passed, and Yoongi would return it eagerly, trying to look cute from where he sat, hoping he did.Jungkook on the other hand though, didn't even shoot him a glance. Yoongi found it insanely hot, though he didn't know why. Whatever.He assumed they were probably younger, wondered if perhaps they were even related, judging by the almost matching clothes.It was kinda weird, if Yoongi was honest, but he wasn't gonna complain. The tartan shirts were hot, manly, made Yoongi wanna beg--"Umm, just letting you know, we're about to turn off the gas, so, you won't be able to shower or anything for at least a few hours," Namjoon spoke up, breaking Yoongi from his trance, laptop on his lap, not a single word typed.A shower?"Why would I shower if you're working in the bathroom?" Yoongi blurted out without thinking, and Namjoon flushed bright red, lips parting in a silent gasp, clenching hard around the wrench in his hand."Oh, right!" his voice cracked. "Hah, umm... s-silly me--"Namjoon was dashing away fast, and Yoongi sat confused, blushing as well, wondering what the hell just happened.He definitely didn't picture himself showering, putting on a nice, soapy show for Namjoon and Jungkook, watching him from behind the glass.Nope. Didn't picture it.He could hear them chatting away, catching hints of Jungkook's voice, soft and shy, betraying his appearance, all long curls tucked away behind his pierced ears, arm inked black.Soft and shy.How cute.Yoongi wondered what they were talking about.Wanted to find out.He decided it wouldn't harm to take them something to drink, raiding his fridge and his shelf, pouring out two glasses of soda, walking down the hallway towards the bathroom, and before he could speak up, offer the drinks, something stopped him dead in his tracks."Hyung," Jungkook was whispering, Yoongi straining to hear, keeping out of sight, hidden by the wall. "Isn't he, umm... d-do you think he's THE Min Yoongi?""Hmm?" Namjoon replied, and Yoongi could hear the tap dripping still, not yet fixed. "The Min Yoongi?""Y'know," Jungkook's voice was soft, melodic, so, so pretty. "The... the one who writes the uhh... s-sex column... in that magazine."Yoongi could hear the way Namjoon froze, as if realisation was dawning on him.Yoongi was surprised, wanted to laugh, wanted to laugh so bad."Nah," Namjoon swallowed loudly, as if in disbelief. "Nah... the stuff in that column is wild... no way it's him that... does all that, right?""Why not?" Jungkook replied. Yoongi could hear Namjoon shrug."He's wearing pajamas. That's not... sex column author clothing.""Everyone own pajamas, hyung.""Yeah but... can't be, right?""I dunno.""Go ask him, Jungkookie," Namjoon teased, and Jungkook made a strange noise, like a whine being snapped inside his throat. "Dare ya.""Y-you go ask!"Yoongi decided this was the perfect time for soda.When he popped in the doorway, glasses in hand, the two workers looked like they'd seen a ghost."Soda?" Yoongi smiled, wide, tilting his head, catching the way both these huge men blushed. "Thought you might be thirsty... from all your hard work.""T-thank you so much," Namjoon's blushed reached the tip of his ears, flooded down his neck, chest, and Yoongi briefly wondered how far down it went. Wanted to find out. "That's... very nice of you.""Of course," Yoongi handed a glass to Joon, a glass to Jungkook, lashes fluttering."H-hope we aren't being too l-loud," Jungkook spoke this time, head tilted down, eyes hidden by his cap. So cute."Nah, it's okay," Yoongi watched them drink, waiting, waiting. "Writing for magazines is super easy, so noise never bothers me."Jungkook choked on his soda.Namjoon looked mortified.It was endearing."I didn't mean to eavesdrop," Yoongi lied, giggling, watching Jungkook wipe soda from his chin, still coughing, pretty eyes wide. "But you are right, I do write for that column. Didn't know I had fans though.""Jungkook showed it to me!" Namjoon was pointing at the younger boy, Jungkook making a noise in utter betrayal. "Uhh--""Hyung!""Well, you did!" Jungkook was rendered speechless, his built chest heaving in panic. Yoongi didn't want that."Did you like it?" Yoongi asked, putting on a soft voice, trying to hush Jungkook's panicked breathing, smiling as gently as he could. "That makes me really happy, Jungkookie."Jungkook was bright pink, trembling, the piercings in his ears shaking. So fucking cute."H-hyung liked it more," and then Namjoon was pulling his cap down over his eyes, ashamed, knowing he deserved the attention back on him, after trying to throw Jungkook under the bus. "Joon hyung reads all your c-columns now.""Does he now?"Namjoon was so tense, so, so tense.Yoongi decided to push his luck."Which one did you like best, Namjoon?"Most of the time, Yoongi made up stories for his column. Sure, sometimes he go hunt for a lay when inspiration was low, but Yoongi wasn't too huge on casual sex-- they had to be really special for that.And Yoongi wouldn't lie to himself-- inspiration was hard to come across lately too, deadlines looming, not having been laid in months... hmm.A story about being obliterated by two hot contractors might put him back in his boss' good books.And fuck, they were really hot too.Namjoon was silent, and Yoongi pouted."You don't have one? I work really hard on my column you know. Sometimes, the stories are even real. Could you guess?"Jungkook was frozen with his eyes wide, and Namjoon's breath was coming in ragged waves.Oh yes."I--" Namjoon started to speak, voice cracking. He looked so embarrassed. Yoongi wanted to step on him. "I liked the one w-with the... club sex-- in the b-bathroom--"Oh, that was a filthy story.My, my, my, Namjoon. Dirty boy."And what about you, Jungkookie?" and once glimpse at Jungkook, hands clasped nervously, trying to hide the way he was growing hard beneath his loose slacks, was enough to have Yoongi licking his lips. "Do you have a favourite too?"Jungkook, in all his muscles and his long hair, piercings and tattoos, looked so, so small right now, hard in Yoongi's bathroom, bright pink, lips bitten and flushed.Yoongi wondered if Jungkook would be a soft kisser, or if he would be ravenous, like an animal.Finally, Jungkook broke the silence."The one," he whispered, tucking his head down shyly. "W-with... the t-threesome--"Namjoon inhaled sharply, and Yoongi felt his dick twitch with interest.Oh.Ohh.Yoongi had never had a threesome.But he wrote about it well, after his boss demanded it.Something spicy, she'd told him in an email. Something intense.Yoongi always thought it would be intense, to have a threesome, so he wrote it, hard the whole time, wishing it was real.It was fun, how the things you put out into the world, can manifest in funny ways.Yoongi eyed Jungkook, and Jungkook was trembling."You ever had a threesome, Jungkookie?" Jungkook shook his head hastily.Yoongi turned to Namjoon."And what about you, big boy?"Namjoon looked so cute like this, put on the spot, nervous and red, fiddling with the hem on his shirt."Umm," Namjoon averted his eyes, staring at his dirty boots. "I... I haven't..."It wasn't often Yoongi had a chance to dominate, so he didn't want this to slip away."Do you wanna?"Both Namjoon and Jungkook made strangled sounds, shooting each other panicked looks, pupils swelling in the dim lights of the bathroom.Then Yoongi gasped."Wait... you two aren't related, right?""No!" Namjoon shouted, a little too loudly, making Yoongi and Jungkook flinch. "W-we're just friends!"Jungkook nervously played with his earrings, before whispering. "We f-fooled around once... a f-few times--"Oh, that was... Yoongi felt his heart skip a beat, felt his cock twitch beneath his pjs, at the thought of Namjoon and Jungkook touching each other, wondering how far they went, when they fooled around.Oh, my god.Yoongi wanted to play too."How far did you get, Jungkookie?" Yoongi loved to tease him, loved how shy he was, how hard he was, trying so desperately to hide it. "Did you get to see Namjoon's cock?"It was filthy, his words, but Yoongi was in his element, fuelled by lust, these men his playthings now."Yeah," Jungkook was looking at Namjoon now, eyes filled with stars, cheeks pink, lips parted. "I... I saw it--""Did you touch it?" Yoongi pressed, feeling the tension between the two, delicious, crackling through the air like static."Y-yeah--""Tell me how."Yoongi made his tone stern, watched a shiver run from Jungkook's head to his feet, and Namjoon was frozen off to the side, only his chest heaving as he panted loudly."J-jerked him off, after we read your s-stories--""Was Namjoon big?""Y-yeah--""Did you like it?""Yes--"Ahh, Yoongi understood now.The matching clothes, the glittering eyes.Jungkook was enamoured by his hyung. Not love, but hero worship maybe, dressing to be like Namjoon, trying to be big, strong like Namjoon.Cute.It was too cute."Can I see?" Yoongi asked, smiling, watching Jungkook lick his lips at the idea. "I wanna see, how you touched hyung's cock to my story. Can I?""Yeah," Namjoon and Jungkook said in unison, beet red, like shy virgins.Perfect.Yoongi led them to his room, not wanting to watch these gorgeous men jerk off in his broken bathroom, and as soon as the door was shut behind them, it felt so hot in the room, heavy, everyone panting in anticipation.Yoongi watched on eagerly."Go on," he smiled. "Touch him."Despite Jungkook's timid demeanour, he was ripping Namjoon's belt off fast, Namjoon surprised, gasping, the gasp turning to a groan as Jungkook's hand slid beneath the waist band of black briefs.Yoongi guessed they probably did this a lot.Hot.Namjoon's hips were trembling as Jungkook worked at him beneath the fabric, and Yoongi watched on in awe, taking in the brief glimpses of Namjoon's happy trail, of the softness of his tummy, slightly folded over his waistband.His skin was tanned there, and it made Yoongi drool."How often does Jungkookie jerk you off?" Yoongi wondered aloud, watching as the two men before him pressed closer to one another, Jungkook's head to Namjoon's chest, looking down as he freed his hyung's cock.Huge.Yoongi licked his dry lips hungrily."Uhh--" Namjoon was so loud as he panted, hands clenching by his sides, as if unsure what to do with them. "Often--""You like it? When Jungkook touches your cock?""Yeah," Namjoon almost whined. "We... work a lot, d-don't get a chance to... y'know--"Too busy, don't have a chance to find a good fuck, have to rely on each other for some relief.Yoongi felt so blessed right now."Does Jungkookie ever let you fuck him?"Jungkook looked scared, in that moment, hand stilling on Namjoon's cock, wet from precum, sticky and loud."He's... not into that," Namjoon gasped, more precum spilling from his slit, hips kicking desperately into Jungkook's tight fist.Two tops, so hungry for touch, affection, not able to fuck each other. Yoongi felt very goddamn blessed.He was going to get ruined for sure."What are you into then, Jungkookie?"Jungkook was staring at Yoongi, eyes dark, something primal flickering behind the stars that glittered there, tattooed hand working Namjoon slowly.And then Jungkook growled, only a single word spilling past red lips."You."Yoongi shuddered as heat licked between his thighs, clenching, cock so hard against the fabric of his patterned pjs. Then Namjoon was staring too, tilting his head, caramel skin flushed, and Yoongi wanted.He smirked for them."Then have me."It almost winded Yoongi, how fast he was pulled close, Jungkook's lips pressed against his own, chapped but soft, insistent, Jungkook tasting like soda and spit. He was a greedy kisser, like he was trying to steal Yoongi's breath, and it was working, fuck, Yoongi feeling dizzy.Namjoon was at his back too, Yoongi feeling the hot curve of his cock trying to rut between his clothed cheeks, hot breath against his ear, before wet kisses were being pressed down his nape.Large hands gripped his hips to rock against him hard, and Yoongi mewled, overwhelmed."You're so cute," Namjoon was huffing to his skin, pulling Yoongi back on his cock, words dripping with desire and awe. "Look so pretty letting Jungkook kiss you--"Yoongi wanted to reply, but Jungkook was aggressive, kissing like a punishment, making Yoongi whine instead.Then a tongue was teasing at the seam of his swollen lips, Jungkook nipping to make Yoongi gasp, licking into his mouth, groaning as he gained access. Yoongi arched as Jungkook pulled him in by his waist, Namjoon pulling him back by his hips, and wondered if he might tear in two."Can we fuck you?" Namjoon asked shyly, slipping his thumbs beneath the worn elastic of Yoongi's pjs, pulling them down a little, enough to drag down the sharp points of his hips, to glimpse the cute dimples on his lower back, and Yoongi would die, if they didn't fuck him soon."Please," he didn't mean to whine it, but Namjoon's cock was leaving wetness on him as he rutted, and Jungkook was squeezing so tight at his waist, Yoongi's voice coming out ruined. "Please, p-please--""Oh," Jungkook lapped at Yoongi's lips, eyes wide. "Hyung--""What is it?" Namjoon replied, Yoongi silenced as he listened, feeling so tiny, pressed between them."I wanna," Jungkook whined, kissing Yoongi again, sucking back Yoongi's lower lip gently. "I'm so h-hard--""Wanna what, Kook?""Wanna fuck his mouth--"Yoongi groaned."Ask Yoongi nicely," was all Namjoon said, and Jungkook flushed with embarrassment, strong hands digging hard into Yoongi's waist, making Yoongi squeak. Jungkook was at loss for words.Yoongi decided to be sweet, to poor, shy Jungkookie.He pushed Jungkook backwards, the younger splayed out on his bed, cap falling off, long curls dishevelled against the bed sheets. Jungkook looked softer this way, wide eyes, lips parted, legs spreading as Yoongi joined him on the mattress between them.As much as Yoongi wanted to take in the beauty of this gorgeous boy, he also wanted his throat stuff full too, so he unbuckled Jungkook's belt, seeing the outline of his hard cock twitching, desperate, and then it was free, warm and hard in Yoongi's hand, so wet already.Yoongi wasted no time sucking him down, Jungkook crying out loudly, hands flying to Yoongi's head, knocking his beanie to the side."Fuck!" Jungkook's voice wobbled, his hips buckled up, and Yoongi knew it was coming, relaxed his jaw, Jungkook sliding all the way to the back.Yoongi was good at sucking cock, he knew he was, and he loved seeing boys fall apart beneath him like this, Jungkook's head thrown back, hips shaking, Yoongi's nose pressed into the soft wet hair at the base of Jungkook's cock."Oh," Jungkook sobbed. "Jesus Christ, h-hyung--"Yoongi almost forgot about Namjoon, just for the split second of Jungkook slipping down his throat, remembering now, as Namjoon joined them, leaning over Yoongi, holding him down on Jungkook's cock with a gentle hand."Good?" Namjoon asked, and Jungkook nodded, shuddering."'s good," Jungkook whined, tiny 'uh, uh, uh's falling from his pretty lips as Yoongi's tongue lathed at a pulsing vein on the underside of his cock. "Hyung, so good, g-good--""Yeah?" and Namjoon's tone changed a little, pressing Yoongi down harder, Yoongi gagging a bit.Then Yoongi was being pulled back, Jungkook groaning, spit and precum wet across Yoongi's chin. Namjoon was arching him back, twisting him to kiss, and Yoongi let him, lips parted wide, letting Namjoon taste the mess Jungkook had made inside his mouth.Namjoon kissed gently but deeply, slotting their lips together slowly, tongues brushing, but only slightly, and Yoongi was breathless, was too warm, too eager--"Give it to me," Yoongi whined to Namjoon's lips, reaching back to grab his cock. "Wanna be fucked, come on--""Lube?" Namjoon asked, lips still pressed together, sliding Yoongi's pants down his thighs gently."Beneath the pillow--" and Jungkook reached beneath his head, pulling it free with a puzzled look, Namjoon taking it from him as he showered Yoongi with kisses."Wanna be naked?" and Yoongi was nodding, leaning up so Jungkook could slide his shirt free, Namjoon tearing his pants from his slender ankles, no briefs underneath. The two men inhaled sharply at the same time, and then Yoongi was gasping, attacked suddenly.Jungkook was biting down his chest, scraping cute teeth over his clavicles as that inked hand worked Yoongi's length softly, enough to tease, enough to make him wet, and Namjoon was lubed up, sliding two fingers down between his cheeks, nipping the silver in Yoongi's earlobes.Some teasing at his rim, and then Namjoon was sliding a finger inside, Yoongi whining as Jungkook sucked at his nipple, pinching the other one, making Yoongi tremble on his knees between them, cock leaking mess across the lettering on Jungkook's knuckles."Hyung, he's really wet," and Jungkook sounded more confident now, with Namjoon joining in properly, his hyung taking the lead, leaving Jungkook to tease while Yoongi was prepped to be fucked."Is he?""Yeah," Jungkook was awed, breathless. "It's really hot, hyung.""Bet we can make him cum untouched," and just the casual tone of Namjoon's words had Yoongi leaking more, gasping, hands finding purchase on Jungkook's broad shoulder. The boy felt like fucking concrete beneath his touch, firm and strong, skin burning beneath his tartan shirt."Dare you to try," Yoongi teased, and was met with a firm slap to his ass, jolting forward into Jungkook's chest, holding tight as his ass and cock were being worked at slowly.It was torture, kinda, but the best kind, the kind that made Yoongi needy and squirmy, desperate."Wanna watch you fuck him," Jungkook breathed, hand growing lax around Yoongi's cock as he got distracted staring at Namjoon, watching as Namjoon fucked another finger into Yoongi's hole, Yoongi mewling. "Hyung, hurry, wanna watch you fuck him--""He's so tight," Namjoon laughed under his breath, and then Yoongi's lips were being captured by Jungkook once more, all tongue and teeth. "So tight, Yoongi, kinda makes me think that your stories might be fake, hmm?"Yoongi wanted to retort, but another finger cut him short."We can help you though," Namjoon was grinning to the back of his neck, inhaling the hair at Yoongi's nape, chuckling. "We can make them real."There was the sound of a wrapper crinkling, Yoongi distracted by Jungkook's soft tongue, and then Namjoon was pressing his cock down between Yoongi's cheeks, pressing at his rim, sinking in as Yoongi groaned.Yeah, Namjoon was huge, and it kinda hurt, kinda felt so fucking good--"Oh," Namjoon uttered, sliding in further, hands strong on Yoongi's waist, grounding him as he pushed in more. "Wow, you're... so tight, shit--"When Namjoon finally bottomed out, Yoongi was panting, cock drooling all over his sheets, wet and messy, close to breaking."Fuck his mouth," Namjoon whined, not moving, even though his cock twitched inside Yoongi, begging for friction, for anything, Yoongi wanting it too. "Jungkookie, fuck his mouth--""'kay," Jungkook murmured, awed by the sight, tattooed hand around his cock, Yoongi's mouth wide.This was a first, and Yoongi never wanted it to his the last, ass stuffed full, lips wide around Jungkook's pretty cock, and finally Namjoon was moving now, shallow thrusts, careful, easing Yoongi into it like a good boy would.Yoongi felt a bit useless, a bit used, Jungkook's hands in his hair, Namjoon's hands prying his ass apart to watch as his cock was swallowed down. It was a good useless, the lazy kind, where Yoongi got to be their toy, and listen to them fall apart from him.No more dirty talk, no more teasing, just the lewd slap of flesh, the squelch of lube, the sticky sounds of Yoongi gagging around Jungkook's cock as it worked its way down his throat repeatedly, and then Jungkook was whining, hips stuttering now, sloppy, hurried.The poor baby was gonna cum.So cute."Hyung," Jungkook sobbed, voice jumping in pitch, and Yoongi wished he could see the desperation in those galaxy eyes, wished he could watch as Jungkook's orgasm shattered through that perfect body. "I'm--""Come here," Namjoon was breathless. "Come here--"The sound of them kissing above Yoongi was too fucking much. Wet, loud, Jungkook gasping as he came, whimpering into his hyung's mouth. Namjoon swallowed down his moans, and Yoongi swallowed down his cum, throat bobbing, Jungkook getting soft against his tongue.When Jungkook pulled free, he was gone, leaning back against Yoongi's headboard, boneless, exhausted, watching on with tired curiosity.Oh, that's right. Yoongi was supposed to cum untouched.He wondered if Namjoon could do it.But he didn't have wonder for long.He was pulled back against Namjoon's chest now, big, thick arms wrapping around him, and then Yoongi was squealing against his will, Namjoon fucking into him fast, precise, big cock pounding his prostate with an accuracy that was making Yoongi feel utterly mindless."Oh my god," Yoongi slurred, head falling back to Namjoon's shoulder, body seizing, and orgasm threatening. "Ohhh my fucking god--"Namjoon was working too hard to reply, sweat leaking from beneath his dark hair, brows furrowed, a single dimple popping out, focused.It was fucking hot, Namjoon was fucking hot, and Jungkook watching with sleepy dark eyes, cock still out, plumping back up at the sight had Yoongi's eyes rolling back, writhing as he came.He came hard too, white splashing up his tummy, his chest, hitting Namjoon's tanned arms."Told you," was all Namjoon whispered, nosing at Yoongi's neck, kissing him gently as Yoongi turned to jelly in his hold, thighs shaking, cock wet between his legs. He whined as Namjoon jack hammered into him, fast, sharp thrusts, grunting as he came inside the latex.Yoongi let himself be held, let himself be kissed at, and then Namjoon was pulling them up the bed, to lay down beside Jungkook, snuggling them all together.Fuck, it was weird, but nice too, Yoongi rubbing his face to Jungkook's chest, letting them blanket him."So," Namjoon cleared his throat, awkwardly, a nervous smile coming to his pretty lips. "That... was wild.""Fun though," Jungkook yawned, eyes closed, pulling Yoongi in close. "Yoongi is so small."Yoongi was too tired to retort. He was small, no point in arguing."What... do we do now?" Namjoon kinda sounded scared now, like he'd fucked up, so Yoongi reached to hold his hand, and even kissed his knuckles, trying to calm him."We order pizza," Yoongi murmured, content, warm, sandwiched between his big boys. He could get used to this."I love pizza," Jungkook sounded half asleep, so pretty with his dark hair falling across his face lips parted. "Pepperoniii~""It's on me," Yoongi giggled. "Since you made me cum untouched. And because I distracted you from work.""Good distraction though," Namjoon kissed his hair, and Yoongi preened beneath the attention. "Best distraction.""A distraction you'd let happen again?"Namjoon and Jungkook shared a smile, and then both kissed at Yoongi, smothering him as he laughed."Distract us, Yoongi," Namjoon smiled, and Yoongi felt safe, happy, inspired and enamoured. "Distract us as much as you want."Yoongi never found out whether his flat got done up or not, moving out soon after, finding a nice place, rent shared between his two, handsome, strong boyfriends.He never felt lost for inspiration again, and his column boomed in popularity, along with a pay rise."Come distract us," Namjoon called from the bathroom, naked with Jungkook, voices teasing. "Yoongi, come distract us." So he did.
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Namjoon sometimes thought it was barbaric, if he pondered on it for long enough-- the annual Hunt.Alphas had now evolved past the need to hunt and claim an omega, settling for asking them out on dates instead, respecting a no if unlucky in their pursuit of love, so the Hunt--It just felt weird.Wrong, maybe, but then again, it was run on a volunteer basis, and most entrants sighed up with it pre-planned with a partner, making it an exciting way to court and mate with their chosen alpha or omega.Sure, Namjoon wouldn't deny that the idea excited that primal part of his alpha biology, the idea of a chase and then of mating his omega, out there in the woods, under that full moon.But Namjoon didn't have an omega, didn't have anyone to mate, to chase under the full moon.All he had was a silly crush on the villages most sought after omega, who he was even too scared to look at.Jungkook was pretty, soft peach hair, soft pink skin, lightly tanned from the sunshine, with a smile that made Namjoon's heart murmur and skip beats.Jungkook was also clever, was kind, was brave and was adored, and that made him the top of the list, for every single alpha in the village.Namjoon thought it was cool, how Jungkook cared for none of that.Jungkook didn't want an alpha, he didn't want the chase.And that was admirable, and Namjoon loved him for it.Jungkook was the village's free spirit, who would never ever be tamed, and Namjoon wanted to tell Jungkook that he was amazing and wild and perfect.But Namjoon was shy, despite his alpha status, despite his size.So Namjoon kept his admiration and love under wraps, keeping it to himself as best he could, and watched Jungkook from afar, blushing if their gaze ever met, unable to handle the sweetness that glittered there, bright in Jungkook's starry eyes.Jungkook was free, and Namjoon never wanted to change that, no matter how fiercely he yearned.So it was to Namjoon's utter shock and absolute horror, when Jungkook signed up for the annual Hunt.All the unmated alphas were shocked too, speaking to each other in hushed whispers, desire heavy in their tones, and Namjoon felt so sick, so unsure.Jungkook... wanted to be mated?Jungkook wanted the chase?After so many years... why would Jungkook want that now?Namjoon didn't want to think about the way his insides churned at the idea of Jungkook, wanting the chase.Didn't want to think about hunting him down and claiming him, cute smile bright beneath the midnight sky.Didn't want to think about kissing him after the capture.And Namjoon DEFINITELY didn't want to think about the competition, of how many alphas he'd be up against, just for a chance to show pretty Jungkook how he felt.Namjoon wasn't the fastest alpha, didn't have the best endurance, when it came to running.He was strong, yes, brilliant and witty too--But it was called the Hunt for a reason, with the purpose being to track and chase, to capture and claim, and Namjoon trembled at the thought.He wasn't fast enough to capture Jungkook, compared to the others. There was no way.But he had to try, fuck, he had to try.Jungkook was amazing, and Namjoon wanted to tell him that, every day, for the rest of their lives.And even if he failed, if he lost to another alpha-- at least he would have done his best. At least he would have given it his all.So, Namjoon trained.Waking up before the sun was even in the sky, when the mornings were bitter and cold, when the grass was dewy, Namjoon would strap on his trainers, and run.Every day, he'd try and push a little further, go a little faster, panting and sweating, feeling it burn in the corners of his eyes.He wasn't great, the fallen branches in the forest ever an obstacle, struggling to run and keep his eyes on the surroundings.But with time, it got easier.He got faster.He made it out further. He could jump branches and rocks and upturned roots, and still keep his gaze ahead, and Namjoon was proud of himself was proud of his progress, the Hunt mere weeks away.It made chills run down his spine at the idea of actually catching the omega, wondering is his skin was as soft as he looked, wanting to smell that delicate scent of cotton up close.Namjoon wanted to mate him too, make the pretty boy feel good, watch him cum over and over.But Namjoon knew he'd never force Jungkook, that he'd never claim him without asking.Namjoon would check with Jungkook, would make sure it was okay--And if he faced rejection, then so be it.The idea of rejection was frightening, horrifying--But Jungkook being caged up like a pretty bird, stripped of his freedom...That was Namjoon's greatest nightmare, worse than rejection, maybe even worse than death.Jungkook was meant to be wild, untamed, racing around in the nature of their village home with his wide smile and his galaxy eyes, and Namjoon would kill anyone who stole that from the world.So, he trained.And trained.And trained.And then it was the day of the Hunt, and Namjoon wanted to cry.The festivities started at dawn, markets set up, selling food and fabrics and all sorts of fun trinkets, kids in the streets dressed up in wild outfits, fashioned in the spirit of the Old Times, wooden beads and grass skirts, paint dashed down their baby cheeks.There were puppet shows, music and even a parade, filling the day until the main event, and it was hard to enjoy them, Namjoon so on edge, body so sore, having pushed himself so hard."It's gonna be okay," Yoongi reassured him, his best friend, a mated alpha. Namjoon whined."Is it?""Yeah," Yoongi patted him on the back, before devouring his corn-on-a-cob. "You've been working hard. Poor Jungkookie doesn't stand a chance.”Namjoon rolled his eyes, but Yoongi was right, he had been working hard, training at every moment, ready to chase and capture.But when it was time, when the stars twinkled into life beneath the dying sky, they made their way to forest edge, where the starting line began."Oh shit," Yoongi muttered. "Joon. Look. Shit,"There were more alphas this year than usual, to be expected but--Shit."That's fucking Kim Taehyung. Shit.""Oh god, Namjoon," Yoongi looked grief stricken already, and Namjoon felt his heart sink into his stomach. "Bro, I'm so sorry."No.Namjoon wasn't ready to doubt himself. Not yet.Not yet."I can beat him," Namjoon spoke, a quiet prayer. "I can outrun him."Yoongi nodded in support, but Namjoon could see the sympathy in his sleepy eyes."Yeah," the alpha said. "You can Joonie. You can."Kim Taehyung was fast, it was widely known.He was the perfect alpha too, tall and handsome, broad yet still pretty, rich too, living on the outskirts.He only came into town once a month, and never for the Hunt.Shit.Of course Kim Taehyung would want someone as perfect as himself, like pretty, pretty Jeon Jungkook.Namjoon was scared, but he wasn't giving up. Jungkook would be taken away, to the village outskirts, cooped up in that fancy house, if Taehyung caught him--Not a fucking chance, could Namjoon let that happen.So he approached the starting line, with Kim Taehyung, with all the others, and waiting.The omegas were starting to file in too, ready for the Hunt, giggling between themselves, and that's when Namjoon spotted him.Jungkook was a vision, soft hair blazing in the moonlight, lithe and perfect, dressed in all white.It was custom after all, every participant for the Hunt to wear white, the symbol of life, of new beginnings--Of virginity.And Jungkook looked ethereal.Yoongi left Namjoon with wishes of good luck, and then it was happening.The omegas were given a head start, half an hour to gain distance and hide, and Namjoon watched Jungkook jog away, white fabric billowing in the breeze, so pretty in the night, like a fallen star.And then Jungkook turned, Namjoon froze, and their eyes met, for the hint of a moment.Namjoon wondered if it was a figment of his mind, the twinkle there in that galaxy, the way pretty lips curled into a smirk, the tilt of Jungkook's head, peach hair falling across his face.Of course it was, Namjoon told himself, heart racing frantically beneath his own white garments, hands clammy, thighs tensed and aching. Of course it was.He doesn't know me.Doesn't know my name.He's Jeon Jungkook, and I'm the nobody who loves him.The other alphas looked strong and ready, Taehyung bouncing on his heels even, ready to fucking sprint, and the time had passed so quickly, the horn sounding loudly in the night sky, startlingly Namjoon, making him trip in his haste to run.Fuck.Grass stains were dashed down his knees, his elbows, ruining the cloth, and Namjoon felt his body burn in shame, before making it to his feet fast, taking off behind the others.He couldn't even see the alphas anymore, having all split in their search, long gone now.Namjoon felt panicked now, chest sore in his embarrassment from the fall, legs shaking from the stumble, wet from the mildew on the grass.But he had to find Jungkook, that was his mission, his purpose for it all.It didn't matter that he fell.He had to find Jungkook.Namjoon took a moment to pause, raising his gaze to the sky, seeing the stars, the moon, and inhaled deeply, sniffing in every scent he could.He could smell alpha desperation, he could even smell omega slick somewhere too, making his body heat up, stomach feeling tight.But then the faintest scent of cotton drifted through all that arousal, and Namjoon knew he was growling slightly, locking onto that scent in a way that only predators did, and he ran after it, like his life depended on it.Jungkook had been here.Namjoon sprinted forward.There was the distant sounds of mating coming from somewhere, Namjoon honing in on them, knowing with certainty it wasn't Jungkook, if the pitch was anything to go by.At least that was one alpha down and out for the count, and a wave of relief washed over him, cool, reassuring.Then Jungkook's scent was there again, stronger this time, like fresh laundry, and to Namjoon's horror, arousal. It smelled like cotton and slick, and it was impossible to stop the drool gathering beneath his tongue, even though Namjoon was scared.Did... Did someone find Jungkook?Is someone mating him?It made Namjoon feel sick as he powered on, stomach churning, but the scent was making his dick swell, so good, so fucking good--And then he heard a yelp, and powered on, chest heaving with adrenaline.It didn't take long, to find Kim Taehyung.But--Namjoon burst into laughter at the sight.Taehyung, in the grass and dirt, caught in a fucking rope trap. His leg was pulled from the ground, lower half dangling in the air, and the alpha looked pissed off, trying to free himself fast, head falling back to the floor, failing.When Taehyung noticed Namjoon, he sighed."What the fuck," Taehyung uttered, frowning, crossing his arms over his elevated chest. "This sucks.""What happened?" Namjoon couldn't stop giggling, seeing Taehyung like this, but not wanting to free him yet."That omega," Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Jungkook, the pretty one. I followed his scent, got caught in this trap, and he laughed at me before running away."That made Namjoon's heart swell for some reason.Cheeky, feisty Jeon Jungkook.How he loved him so."Oh," Namjoon couldn't hide his smile, even though he tried. "Yeah, he's a bit... free spirited.""No shit," Taehyung seemed calmer now, sighing. "Listen, can you untie me? I don't really wanna do this anymore."Oh?"You're not gonna keep chasing?" Joon asked cautiously."Nah," Taehyung tried to shrug. "My parents kinda forced me, I'll just hide somewhere 'til it's over. I'm not ready for mated life anyways."Oh."Yeah," Namjoon nodded. "Okay."When Taehyung was untied, he gave Namjoon a pat on the back with a weird look, smiling, kinda."He's why you're here, right?"Namjoon blushed."Y-yeah."Taehyung nodded, slapped him on the back again. Namjoon winced."All the luck in the world to you then," and Taehyung was strolling away, before turning back to shout. "And keep an eye on the floor! He's got traps!"Traps?Yikes.Namjoon proceeded on with caution, eyes peeled, jogging after that scent still, feeling it get closer, closer, and he wondered.Why traps? The point of the Hunt was to be caught, to be mated--Did Jungkook really not want that after all?Namjoon suddenly felt guilty, felt unsure.He'd trained for this, he'd worked hard--But was this against Jungkook's will?Suddenly, he flinched, something small hitting him in the back of his head, and when Namjoon turned around, Jungkook was there, grinning and perfect, white outfit unblemished.Holding a pile of pebbles.Namjoon jerked back, as another hit him in the stomach, confused."W-what--?""This is a really poor chase," Jungkook laughed, tossing another pebble, Namjoon flinching again. "I thought alphas were supposed to be the perfect hunters?"Jungkook smelled incredible, like sex, cheeks flushed, small tongue peeking out to lick at his red lips.Oh, how Namjoon ached for him.One step forward, and Jungkook giggled, stepping back, meeting each advance from the alpha, dropping his pebbles to the floor."Are you gonna put up a fun chase, Namjoonie?"Namjoon froze in his tracks, and Jungkook teased him with a smile.Jungkook knew his name?What?"Come on," the pretty omega murmured, looking so delicate in his whites, so perfect. "You wanna catch me, right?""Yes," Namjoon couldn't stop the growl, ripping up his throat."Then try," Jungkook giggled. "Do your best, Kim Namjoon."And so, the chase began.Namjoon sprinted like his life depended on it, feet pounding the forest earth, Jungkook ahead of him, gaining distance fast. He could hear Jungkook giggling, heard himself growl as the distance between them grew--And then Jungkook was out of sight, the smell of cotton and slick so heavy in the air, it almost made Namjoon cry.He ran until he couldn't anymore, chasing the scent, chasing Jungkook, but the omega was gone, and Namjoon let out an annoyed whine.He trained so fucking hard.So fucking hard, and he'd even come face to face with Jungkook himself, could have had him, if Namjoon had been better, been quicker.He could have told Jungkook how he felt, if he'd just been a bit fucking faster--"Giving up already?"Jungkook's voice was lilted, melodic, sing-songing as he teased from behind a tree, poking his head from behind it. It almost hurt more, knowing Jungkook was toying with him like this.But Namjoon didn't want to give up.Jungkook laughed as the chase resumed again, and Namjoon could feel the ache in his thighs, the burn in his stomach, the way his body was hot from the rush and from his growing arousal, Jungkook's slicked scent making him feel almost delirious.Not giving up, not yet, not yet--But Namjoon was never that good at running, even though he'd worked so hard, and soon he was slowing again, pausing to breathe against a tree, shirt sticking to his chest from the sweat.Jungkook was still ahead too, panting, grinning, baring his sweet bunny teeth.God, it was insane, how good the omega looked.His hair was a curly mess of peach, sun kissed skin flushed pink and pretty, and his shirt was stuck to his frame, all lean muscle and soft chest, outlined by sweat-slicked fabric.Namjoon wanted to cry."Why are you so fast?" Namjoon called across the clearing, aroused and yet exhausted, huffing against the tree trunk."You're not the only one who trained," was all Jungkook retorted, breathing hard, but bouncing, still full of energy.Namjoon could see his nipples. Hgh.Then Namjoon frowned."Why... would would you train to outrun an alpha, and then sign up for the Hunt?"Didn't make sense.Jungkook grinned, slightly feral, tilting his head to mock."Wouldn't you like to know?""Yes," Namjoon whined pathetically. "I would.""I want to be mated," and the words coming from Jungkook's mouth made Namjoon's cock twitch beneath his pants. "I want to be chased and caught.""I'm trying," Namjoon whined again. "But... you're too fast--""I had to be," Jungkook sounded softer now, voice quiet, full of truth. "I... I don't wanted to be mated by just anyone. I wanted to have a choice."Oh.Namjoon could have cried."Then can we stop this?" Namjoon tried to stop his voice from wobbling, tried to hide his sorrow. "I'm... I'm so tired, I don't wanna do this anymore."Jungkook was the one who looked sad now, and Namjoon didn't understand--"Do you... not want to mate with me?"What?When Namjoon met those starry eyes, it hurt. Tears were gathering fast, threatening to spill--"I do," Namjoon inhaled sharply, confused, confused. "I do, I do--"Jungkook looked so small, as he held in his tears."I trained so I could choose," Jungkook wiped at his eyes, shuddering hard. "And I chose y-you--"It didn't make sense."But why?" Jungkook laughed, nose pink."Because Namjoon," the omega continued, blinking up, breathtaking. "You're the only one who sees me as I am."Namjoon froze, and Jungkook stared at him, eyes wet, sniffling."What am I?" Jungkook asked.Namjoon knew."Wild," he murmured, chest still heaving. "Fierce. Free."Jungkook's sorrow turned to glee, and he grinned, pretty eyes crinkling."So come catch me," the omega demanded, ready to run once more. "Come catch me, Kim Namjoon."Namjoon sprinted.Jungkook sprinted.Namjoon still wasn't fast enough, but it was okay."Fine," Jungkook laughed, ahead of him still, waiting, leaning against a tree. "Fine, I'm done too, just have me, I give up--"Jungkook didn't run, when Namjoon pressed him to the tree, didn't dodge the heated kiss.Jungkook only moaned, letting his lips part, arms wrapping around Namjoon's neck, pulling the alpha closer. Jungkook was sweet to taste, and his scent was cloying too, overwhelming yet crisp, making Namjoon pant against his tongue.Then he remembered."W-wait," it felt impossible to stop kissing, as Jungkook whined and pouted."Is this okay?""Yes?" Jungkook's brows furrowed, trying to get closer, closer."I--" Jungkook kissed at his jaw, and Namjoon gasped. "I p-promised I'd only tell you my feelings, we d-don't have to mate, if you don't want--""I want," Jungkook growled, and it sent a sharp jot of arousal zipping down Namjoon's spine, hips kicking forward. "I want it now."Couldn't argue with that, even if Namjoon wanted to.Jungkook's tongue was hot against his own, and the omega was rutting against him, slipping Namjoon's thigh between his own for something to rock on, Namjoon feeling his trousers grow wet."Ohh my god," Namjoon uttered, in sudden disbelief, pretty Jungkook fucking slick against his thigh, making soft noises against his lips. "Jungkook, fuck--""Fuck me against the tree," Jungkook whined, eyes full of stars. "Know you can, I've see what those arms can do--""When?" Namjoon was strong, sure, but--"I watched you too," was the only reply he got, before Jungkook was nipping at his jaw. "You're so blind, y'know?"Oh."The tree?" Namjoon doubled checked. "Don't wanna wait for a bed or something?""Fuck me in the dirt, I don't care," and Namjoon's thigh was soaked with slick, Jungkook's cock hard as it rubbed against him. "I don't care, I just want you now--"Couldn't argue.Okay.Jungkook whimpered as his shirt was torn away, pants ripped down perfect legs fast."W-want... want me to prep you?""No," Jungkook sounded so cute, so impatient, pink cock hard between his wet thighs, skin flushed pink all over. "Prep is for losers."Fuck.Jungkook was ripping at his pants, and Namjoon hissed, cock free, Jungkook gripping it with a grin."Big boy huh?"Namjoon flushed, felt precum leak from his cock, down Jungkook's gentle hand. Jungkook giggled."Come on Namjoonie," the pretty thing whined, flush to the smooth bark of the tree, tilting his head, neck on display. "Come on alpha."Sliding into Jungkook was nothing short of heaven. Tight, hot, sucking Namjoon's cock in greedily, and Jungkook huffed out a pleased laugh, groaning at the intrusion as Namjoon pushed past his soaked rim."Yes," Jungkook mewled. "Ah, yes, Joonie--""Jesus," Namjoon was shaking, holding Jungkook's thigh up with a hooked arm, pressing in further, further, agonisingly slow."Come onnn," Jungkook was being bratty, wriggling, trying to fuck himself onto Namjoon faster. "You're taking forever--""I wanna be gentle," Namjoon whispered. "Don't want to hurt you.""I didn't sign up for the Hunt to be treated like a pillow princess," there was challenge in Jungkook's voice, Namjoon's lips parting in understanding. "I signed up so you would fucking destroy me."Oh."That's hot," Namjoon gasped."Yeah, I know," Jungkook replied, fluttering his lashes teasingly. "So fucking do it."Namjoon pushed so far inside Jungkook, he could swear he was maybe inside his tummy. Jungkook came with a surprised squeal."F-fuck!""Like that?" Namjoon asked, watching Jungkook's cum splatter to the grass, down his thigh, joined by slick running down Jungkook's leg as his ass seized up around his cock."Is that better?""Yeah," Jungkook sounded so fucked out already. "Yeah, more, again--"Jungkook wasn't light, but Namjoon held him against the tree with ease, the omega so flexible, raised leg coming to rest on Namjoon's shoulder as the alpha fucked into him, again and again and again."It's good," Jungkook whined. "You're so good--""Yeah?""Mm," Jungkook's lips were swollen from kissing, red and slicked with spit, cheeks flushed. "I like it--""Me too," Namjoon groaned, burying his head into Jungkook's neck, inhaling as he rocked his hips into Jungkook's heat. "Jungkook--""I like you."Namjoon felt his heart swell, and he rutted harder, the slap of wet skin filling the forest air, Jungkook's panting joining it, lewd and filthy, a sharp contrast to Jungkook's sweet words."I love you," Namjoon whispered to his skin, lips pressed to Jungkook's scent gland, sucking and licking with the threat of teeth, turning Jungkook limp in his hold."Yeah," Jungkook managed a weak giggle, hands brushing through Namjoon's hair, holding him close. "Love you--"They kissed again, and Jungkook was so wet, drooly even, lips wet, ass and thighs wet, and Namjoon was getting overwhelmed, an orgasm approaching fast now, feeling a growl rumble up his chest to sit at the back of his throat.His omega.His."Alpha," Jungkook cooed, nipping his lips, his jaw, tugging into his hair, on the wrong side of gentle. "Joonie, alpha, are you gonna knot me?"Namjoon whined, rutting hard, nodding frantically, the base of his cock swelling as his orgasm raced closer.Jungkook giggled."Do it," the pretty omega was basically begging, baring his neck in submission, Namjoon groaning at the sight. "Knot me and mark me, wanna be yours--"Namjoon couldn't hold back, even if he wanted to.Jungkook wailed through his second orgasm as Namjoon knotted him like this, pressed to the tree trunk, sharp teeth snapped onto his neck, Namjoon growling like an animal as he bit down and came hard.Jungkook's scent made his eyes water and roll back into his skull, and Jungkook was sniffling, tiny "uh, uh, uh's" huffed into Namjoon's hair, and it was so hard to pull away from his omega, so hard to stop biting--"Kiss me," Jungkook whined. "Kiss me, Joonie."It was gross, spit and the metallic tang of red, but Jungkook kissed eagerly, desperately, body still shivering in the aftershocks of his orgasm.Namjoon was still filling Jungkook even now, cock twitching, joined together, mated and bonded, forever."Oh my god," Namjoon was shaking now, tired, muscles aching. "Wow.""That was impressive," Jungkook sounded playful again, only the hint of being fucked out in his tone. "How's your arms?""Sore.""How long does your knot last?"Oops."A while.""You gonna be able to keep holding me like this?"For Jungkook, Namjoon would suffer any hardship."Uh huh.""So cute," Jungkook cooed, kissing Namjoon's nose, touching the indents of his dimples. "My big, strong alpha."Mine."Love you," Namjoon whined, licking at Jungkook's mating mark, arms shaking, overwhelmed with the reality of the situation. "I love you so much.""You said that already.""I'll be saying it forever.""Me too then," Jungkook let him lick."I'll love you forever too."The look on Yoongi's face when Namjoon returned with Jungkook, hand in hand, clothing dishevelled, Jungkook's neck adorned with a harsh mark, was something Namjoon would never, ever forget."What the fuck?" the small alpha exclaimed, shocked, eyes wide. "You fucking FELL at the finish line, how the fuck--""He was so fast," Jungkook didn't embarrass his alpha, even though Namjoon could tell he wanted to. "Didn't stand a chance."Yoongi looked suspicious, didn't argue, eyes narrowed as they walked away.Namjoon and Jungkook had been the last pair to come out, and most of the crowd had long headed home, Yoongi wishing them a goodnight, before leaving soon after."Wanna come to mine?" Jungkook looped his arms around Namjoon's neck, on his tip toes, cute and perfect, and all Namjoon's. "My bed is really soft.""Is it now?""Mhm," Jungkook kissed him once, twice. "It's soft, and probably more comfortable for fucking. You in?"Namjoon could never say no to that.Jungkook's bed was soft, and it was perfect for fucking in. It smelled like cotton and home, smelled like Jeon Jungkook, and Namjoon kissed him to sleep, nuzzling into Jungkook's warm arms."Thanks for chasing me," Jungkook whispered, half asleep. "Thanks for liking me.""Thanks for letting me catch you." Namjoon was drifting away too. "Thanks for going easy on me."Jungkook huffed out a weak laugh, and then he was asleep, so soft in Namjoon's embrace. And they lived happily ever after, and Yoongi never let Namjoon live it down, when Jungkook finally told him the truth of the story, much to Namjoon's shame.
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It only took three months, for Seokjin to fall in love.It was almost too easy really, to dive head over heels this fast, so enamoured and overwhelmed by every aspect of Park Jimin, to the point where Seokjin doubted his mind, doubted his own intentions, in the beginning.It is just because he’s beautiful? Am I being tricked? Surely Jimin can’t really be so perfect, surely a person like this doesn’t actually exist, right?It had been scary, something Seokjin tried to hide, something Jimin dragged out of him, two months into dating, showering his hyung with kisses, tears in both their eyes.“You think I would trick you?” Jimin had whispered, cheeks soft and damp, long lashes glittering. “Hyung, are you not happy with me?”“No,” Seokjin had felt that small frame shudder within his hold, that tiny waist and tiny chest seized with fear, eyes wide, Jimin so, so terrified. “Jiminie, no, you’re just… you’re so perfect. I feel undeserving, I feel like you’ll realise and leave for someone better.”“Don’t be dumb,” Jimin giggled, a sad giggle, brushing his nose to Seokjin’s as he swallowed back his sobs. “I’ve always liked you, I’ve had a crush on you for so long. I’m the unworthy one, y’know? I don’t want to leave.”They talked it out, kissed it out, the sadness making them desperate, and Jimin was on his knees, between Seokjin’s thighs, sucking his cock, for the very first time. There had been no exchange of words, but Seokjin tasted himself on Jimin’s tongue, and Jimin preened happily in his lap, blonde hair stroked with gentle fingers, so tiny, so, so precious.Another month and Seokjin was professing his love, not often, not good with words and feelings, but enough for Jimin to coo happily at him, reply with an excited “I love you too!”, plant those plush lips to his own. Jimin was cute like that, happy and smiley, bread cheeks bunched, eyes like crescent moons, and Seokjin didn’t know how to put into words, that he wanted to give Jimin the world.There was something about the younger man that was so pure, so innocent, even though oftentimes Jimin was a tease, was naughty, liked to act out and make Seokjin put him back in place, a glimmer of sweetness that hid beneath all the dirty sex, all the dirty words, all the things Jimin would whine when Seokjin was balls deep inside him.If Seokjin was honest with himself, it was uncomfortable sometimes, like whatever that innocence was was something secret, was something Seokjin wasn’t allowed to see, and he didn’t know how to bring it up, didn’t even know what the fuck it was, so he tried to ignore it as best he could, tried to do his best, tried to make Jimin smile in any way he could.All it took was one fateful shopping adventure, for Seokjin to finally understand.It was nearing their six month anniversary, and Jimin wanted to celebrate properly, wanted to do something memorable, something for just them.“I wanna dress up for you,” he’d whispered in Seokjin’s ear, nipping at the silver ring there, tugging it back between charming crooked front teeth. “Can I, hyung? I wanna look pretty, and you can do whatever you want to me.”“Whatever I want, huh?” Seokjin had purred back, a shiver running down his spine, heat pooling in his groin, television drowning everything in a faint, fake light. “That could be a dangerous thing to say.”“Oh, does Seokjinnie want to do bad things, hmm?”“I’m not sure yet,” Jimin’s ass was in his lap now, soft and delicious, grinding down against where he knew he was getting hard. “Maybe I’ll surprise you.”“Can I still dress up?”“Yes,” Seokjin groaned, hands on that impossibly tiny waist, pulling Jimin closer. “Are you gonna surprise me too?”“No,” Jimin looked devilish, grinning, dewy skin highlighted with LED colour. “I want you to help me pick… Is that okay?”It was more than okay, and after saying goodnight, after walking Jimin to the bus stop and giving him soft goodbye kisses, his phone went off with two text messages-- both from his pretty boyfriend, one saying he got home safe, and the other asking Seokjin if tomorrow worked for a shopping spree, to pick out “something special.” Sounds good to me, Seokjin texted back fast, a little too excited at the prospect of the next day. Can’t wait to see you again, I love you. I love you too , Jimin texted back immediately, with a wall of heart emojis. Don’t miss me too much! That was impossible, because Seokjin missed Jimin every moment they weren’t together, but soon sleep came, and then it was the next day, a Saturday, their shared day off to spend together at the shopping centre. Seokjin managed to get in early, park in a close spot, pick up breakfast donuts, much to Jimin’s delight. They ate them happily in the morning sunshine, and Seokjin had to dust the icing sugar from Jimin’s puffed lips, licking it from his fingers as Jimin called him gross.The mall was packed already, families and couples filling the corridors and shop fronts, window shopping or coming out with bags in their happy hands, and Seokjin smiled as Jimin linked their fingers gently, the younger still a little shy with public affection. It was hard to gauge what sort of store Jimin was interested in checking out though, the pretty boy gasping at everything and racing to the windows, pointing at shoes, at shirts, at fancy sunglasses.“You’re so fashionable,” Seokjin laughed, ruffling Jimin’s bleached waves, enamoured entirely by the way Jimin’s eyes lit up from all the cool and pretty things. “You wanna buy a new wardrobe or something?”“Nah, just one thing today,” Jimin grinned back, pearly teeth on display. “It’s just fun to look is all. Maybe I can even pick out some nice things for hyung one day?”“Ooh, a Park Jimin makeover? Sign me up.”A little more wandering before they bee-lined for bubble tea, a small break after all the walking, taking a seat by a window and sucking tapioca from straws, and then Jimin was biting on his lip, looking sly, eyeing Seokjin with a look that Seokjin knew to be dangerous.“I think I spotted what I want to buy.”Seokjin nearly choked on a boba pearl.“O-oh?”“You still happy to give opinions? Help me decide properly?”Seokjin couldn’t have said yes faster.The store seemed rather generic, aimed at young people and brimming with all the basics for both genders, shirts, jeans, dresses skirts, nothing particularly eye-catching, but Jimin was pulling Seokjin towards the back of the store, towards the change rooms, shoving a pair of jeans into Seokjin’s waiting arms.“What--”“Pretend you’re trying these on, and I’ll meet you in there! Don’t wanna look suspicious, y’know? The store clerk might think weird things.”“Weird things?”“Yeah,” Jimin’s smile was sultry, lashes fluttering. “Like, we’re sneaking into the change rooms to have sex or something.”“That’s kinda hot.”“Today is just window shopping for you, I’m afraid,” and Seokjin pouted, a small finger coming to boop his nose. “You can look, but you can’t touch-- not yet.”“Tease.”“You love it.”He did.Seokjin took the last curtain in the changing hall, pulled it shut, and waited on the little stool. The store jeans were hanging from a hook in the wall as he thumbed away at his phone, eagerly waiting for Jimin to appear in whatever the younger had picked out. Seokjin wondered what it could be.Six months together had come up fast, but sexually, Jimin was still a bit of a mystery. They’d had sex countless times, among other things too, but no kinks had ever been brought up, so Seokjin just assumed maybe Jimin didn’t have any. The younger was a bit of a brat sometimes, a bit demanding when they’d fuck, but Seokjin never minded, liked Jimin’s cheeky giggle and pout, liked the way Jimin rolled his hips down onto the elder’s cock.Still, sometimes it felt weird too, wrong even, a glimmer of something in Jimin’s eyes afterwards, when they’d cuddle and kiss, like Jimin was uncomfortable, like something was amiss. Seokjin never knew how to bring it up though, thought maybe it was something that needed to be revealed with time, and so he gave that to Jimin, to decide if and when he wanted to bring up any secrets.“Seokjinnie?” Seokjin broke from his trance as the curtain was shook slightly, like someone was wiggling it from the outside. “Is this you?”“It’s me.”“Can I come in?”When Jimin stepped inside the small change room, all breath fled Seokjin’s lungs.Seokjin knew he shouldn't stare like this, knew he shouldn't be so blatantly drooling, but Jimin was before him, his sweet, sexy Jimin, arms laced behind his back almost shyly, standing proud in a pastel pink skirt.Thick thighs bulged as Jimin stepped closer, small, timid steps, and Seokjin's eyes followed the hem of the pleated fabric, watching it flutter, tempting him to run his hands up soft skin and beneath--"Do you like it?" Jimin asked, voice breathy, looking down at the older man, still sat on the tiny seat. "Is it hot, Seokjinnie hyung?" It's so fucking hot, Seokjin wanted to say, wanted to pull Jimin into his lap and jerk him off, watch him cum inside his pretty skirt. But the words that came out instead were softer, sweeter, and that's when all the pieces came together, that's when Jimin finally made sense in his entirety."You look so beautiful," Seokjin murmured, not daring to touch, even though Jimin's eyes seemed to beg for it. "Jimin, angel, you look so, so beautiful."It was like something passed through Jimin, a full body shudder, head to toe, eyes glazing slightly, pillowy lips parting as the younger boy breathed."What?""You," Seokjin touched now, hands on Jimin's waist, pulling him close, feeling the way the high waist of the skirt dug itself into Jimin's softness, tight and sweet, Jimin whining. "Look. So. Beautiful."He recognised it immediately, the heavy flush in Jimin's freckled cheeks, the breathing, the way his eyes seemed unable to focus, a pink tongue darting out to wet red lips."I... do?"Subspace.Jimin was entering subspace, and Seokjin felt like he'd had an epiphany, like everything was a little brighter, like everything made a little more sense.All the times Jimin shied away from compliments, all the times Jimin acted up in bed, telling Seokjin to be rougher, putting on a brat persona to cover up what he really wanted.Park Jimin had a praise kink, and Seokjin felt like a fucking idiot for not realising sooner.But this was not the place for Jimin to fall deep into subspace, nor was it the place to have a conversation about something that maybe Jimin himself was barely aware of, so Seokjin let go of that tiny waist, ignored the little whines and pouts, and stood up to kiss Jimin's forehead, cupping his blushing cheeks, smiling."I like this skirt on you, do you think you wanna buy it? Is this the one?""Umm," Jimin looked a little hazy, a little confused, a little rejected, which broke Seokjin's heart. "I... yes, I like this one. Are... are you sure you like it? I can pick another, i-if you want?""I love it so much, please get this one? I'll buy it for you, because I love it so, so much.""Hyung--""It's a treat for my boyfriend, you can't deny my generosity!"Jimin blinked twice, smiled, and it was like the mist in his gaze was gone, reality finally settling back in."Really?""Yes. You want anything else, while we're here?""...more bubble tea?"One skirt and a bubble tea later, and Seokjin was driving Jimin home, Jimin staring out the window, looking a little forlorn. He sighed twice, and Seokjin knew he had to say something, even if this wasn't the right place, nor the right time."Do you wanna talk about it?"He could see Jimin's pouted lips out of the corner of his peripherals, trying his best to keep his eye on the road, despite Jimin's apparent sadness."About what?""The changing room," Seokjin shot Jimin a glance, trying to be reassuring, to let Jimin know that this was a safe space, that everything was okay, that Seokjin could be trusted with the truth. "Do you know what happened?"Jimin started to sniffle immediately, and Seokjin wanted to hug him, wanted to pull over somewhere and let Jimin cry into his chest instead of those small hands, eyes pressed into palms, trembling in the passenger seat."You, uhh--" Jimin's voice cracked a little, high with shame and nerves. "You d-didn't wanna touch me, y-you didn't like the skirt--"Oh shit, that's... not what Seokjin expected to hear."No, Jiminie, no," He felt a little panicked himself, looking for somewhere to pull over, spotting a turn off for a park nearby, indicating quickly. "What made you think something like that? I loved the skirt, I said that.""I thought you'd w-wanna do stuff.. when you saw me in it..."The car park was empty, which was a relief, because Jimin was crying into his hands like a scolded child now, and any onlookers would probably make it worse. Seokjin parked, unfastened his seat belt, and reached across to Jimin quickly, pulling away those cute hands, making the younger look him dead in the eye.There was so much sadness there, and Seokjin knew he had to be so careful-- Jimin might never have entered subspace before, and there wasn't much aftercare he could give right now, in the front seat of his car in broad daylight."Jimin," Seokjin spoke softly, thumbing through the wetness of Jimin's falling tears. "Jiminie, listen to me, okay?"Jimin sniffed, nodded, eyes wide and full of tears. It hurt to see him like this, and Seokjin wanted to kiss it all away."I LOVED the skirt, I loved it so, so much, and you wore it so, so, so beautifully. You stole my breath away, didn't you see? I was so awed.""But I thought you'd want to touch me, y-you didn't... w-want to--""Touch you like how, angel?"Another shiver ran through Jimin's tiny frame, and Seokjin made a mental note to remember that pet name."Like... u-under the s-skirt... I know that's kinda bad but... I just w-wanna do stuff with you all the time hyung, I want you all the time...""I wanted to touch you," Seokjin kissed the tip of his small nose, over and over and over. "I wanted run my hands up your thighs, I wanted to touch your cock so bad, wanted to fuck you against those mirrors, make you take my dick, just like that.""You could have," Jimin was still snuffly, nose pink, cheeks flushed and eyes starting to swell from crying. "Why did you hold back, i-if you wanted to do it too?""Because you went into subspace, Jimin. And I don't think you know what that is, or... why it happened."Confusion flickered through Jimin's features, nose scrunching, lips quirking."I… went into subspace?""Umm, I think so," Seokjin felt a little unsure now, taking Jimin's hands into his own to squeeze gently. "You got this look, when I complimented you. Like you were somewhere very far away.""But you call me sexy all the time, and I don't go into subspace from that."Ahh."I didn't call you sexy in the change room though," and Seokjin watched as Jimin's eyes went round, listening so intently. "I called you beautiful, Jimin. I called you beautiful, and your eyes glazed over. Your chest was heaving so hard, I thought you were gonna pass out."Jimin was blushing again now, proving Seokjin's point in an instant, and so he kissed at Jimin's shaking knuckles, letting him know he was safe."It felt weird, when you said it," Jimin admitted, his voice a shy whisper. "I think... it's because I was in the skirt. It made me feel... small.""Was it a bad weird?""No," Jimin's pupils were blown wide, and Seokjin wished they were home, wished he could test Jimin a little more, see how worked up the pretty boy could get from just a little praise. "I liked it, I want to be small for you. Small, a-and pretty, and--""Good," Seokjin finished the sentence for him. "You want to be a good boy for hyung, don't you?""I w-want to be good for hyung," Jimin was starting to slip again, just a little, just a bit. "Am I good?""You are so good for me, so beautiful and perfect, such an angel for hyung."Jimin gasped, let out a small whimper, thighs clenching, hips twitching beneath the confines of his seat belt. Seokjin knew Jimin would want to touch now, would want some relief to whatever it was the praise was making him feel, but it wasn't the time or place, and Seokjin had to let him down gently."I'm gonna drive you back home now okay? Or, do you wanna come to mine tonight instead?""Yours," Jimin was sniffling again, and Seokjin felt so bad, watching Jimin's face contort with so many feelings. "Can I come home with you, please?"Jimin was quiet on the drive, but he didn't cry, just stared out the window with a blank expression, like his brain was switched off, or like he was pondering too hard; it was impossible to tell. Seokjin carried Jimin's bags inside, his satchel and the shopping he'd bought on their mission, and pressed a soft kiss to Jimin's forehead, over and over and over."What are you in the mood for?" Seokjin whispered, cupping Jimin's face between his hands. "We can watch a movie, or we can order some food, or--""Can we talk?" Jimin looked scared, looked a little sad still, blinking, eyelashes fluttering. "About today? Please?""Of course, of course Jiminie, anything you want."They sat on the couch together, cups of hot tea steaming on the coffee table, not being touched, and Jimin fiddled with the hem of his sweater, looking so small, so shy.Jimin was the first to speak up, meeting Seokjin's eye with a slight frown, brows furrowing."What you said today made me feel weird," the younger started, sucking his lower lip back behind white teeth, eyes darting the room as if searching for the right words. "Like..."Jimin shrugged, gaze dropping to his lap."I've been called things like that before, beautiful and whatever, but I never... had a reaction like that before. Usually I try and be sexy, I try so hard to be attractive for you, but in that moment... I just wanted to be good. You said beautiful, and I wanted to be taken care of."Seokjin reached out to pat Jimin's knee, and Jimin shuddered."You never need to try and be anything for me, or anyone else," Seokjin felt so bad, to know that Jimin tried this hard. "You are attractive, and sexy, and beautiful, and perfect, and none of those require effort at all. Jimin, I just want you to be you, I just want you to be happy.""I am happy," Jimin whispered back. "You make me so happy, Jin hyung. You make me feel so special."There was a weird feeling in the air, like lightning was about to strike, a tension between them, an unspoken agreement as Jimin crawled into Seokjin's lap to kiss. Seokjin groaned into it, Jimin tasting like grapefruit tea, lips sweet and juicy, inviting him to suck, and Jimin was mewling in a way he'd never heard before, needy and desperate, slim arms looped around the older man's neck like he was clinging to life itself."I need you, wanna be good, please." Jimin was gasping, lips shiny and sticky, eyes blown wide with arousal. "Can I please, hyung, p-please, please--"He couldn't say no to Jimin, not now, not knowing that Jimin was so eager for him, that Jimin was aware of what would send him into subspace, that Jimin would trust Seokjin to take him there and keep him safe."My good boy," Seokjin breathed back against plump lips, nipping at them with gentle teeth. "My angel, you want to be good for hyung?""I want to," Jimin whispered back, pupils blown wide, checks freckled and flushed pink. "I want it so much."Seokjin gave him one last chaste kiss, and then let his kisses start to dive, scattering down Jimin's throat as the pretty boy swallowed, hands coming to sink into the flesh of his plump ass. He couldn't help but groan from it, fingers sinking into the softness, prying it with eagerness. Jimin's ass was almost unreal, perfect and firm, round and bouncy, something that could make Seokjin wild if he touched for too long.That's when he remembered."Angel," Seokjin pulled Jimin firm against him, letting his hips shift and roll upwards, letting Jimin know how hard he was. "Jiminie, can hyung see you in your skirt now?"Jimin's breath hitched, and he met Seokjin's movements with his own, rocking himself down hard, grinding his ass to Seokjin's strained cock."The skirt?""Please," Seokjin almost whined, sucking pink marks down Jimin's neck with reverence. "Wanna fuck you in your pretty skirt.""Okay," and Jimin's legs wobbled when he came to stand from the couch, shaking slightly, looking breathless and excited and nervous. "I'll c-call you in, when I'm ready?"It didn't take too long, five minutes and then Jimin's sweet voice rang out down the hallway, calling Seokjin into his bedroom, the older man almost jogging to reach his love. He was still hard, knowing Jimin was waiting for him, knowing Jimin would be dressed up so pretty, knowing he could shower the younger man with praise until Jimin was writhing from it all.Seokjin was rendered speechless again, for the second time that day, because of that pastel pink skirt, and he couldn't hold in the groan, the low noise that rumbled up his throat, the urge to kiss and mark and whisper sweet filth into Jimin's pierced ears.Jimin was sprawled out on Seokjin's bed sheets, the waist of the skirt tight beneath his rib cage, delicious thighs spread wide, two fingers working himself open as he sighed and sighed and sighed. Seokjin didn't miss the additional accessories either, tall white socks that climbed Jimin's long legs, sinking into his skin, small ribbons dripping from the edges, and it was enough to break Seokjin from his trance, skin burning beneath his clothing, fingers twitching with the desire to touch.Their eyes locked, Jimin whimpered once, and then Seokjin was on the bed beside him, kissing the younger into the plush covers greedily, their lips meeting over and over with desperation. It was heaven, to feel Jimin’s slim arms pull him closer, to have those cute hands bury into his hair and pull, all made sweeter by Jimin’s soft noise, when Seokjin sank his fingers into Jimin’s stretched hole.“Angel,” Seokjin cooed, watching Jimin’s creamy skin break out with goosebumps, watching the way Jimin’s pupils swelled, eyes glazed over, slipping into subspace yet again. “Jiminie, you look so pretty in your skirt for hyung.”Jimin blinked slowly, as if trying to blink away the lust in his eyes, failing fast, thick lips parted wide and wet as Seokjin teased at his rim.“Hyung likes m-my skirt?”“Hyung loves your skirt,” and then he was pushing three fingers deep inside, lube squelching around his knuckles, Jimin growing tight and whiny. “Wanna see you ride me like this, Jiminie, in your pretty outfit.”“I can,” Seokjin loved the pitch of Jimin’s voice, high and fervent, his small body arching from the sheets as he tried to meet Seokjin’s hand with every thrust. “I can, wanna feel hyung’s cock, wanted it all day--”“I know,” Seokjin whispered, sweet and gentle, nipping at Jimin’s trembling lips. Cute hands were fumbling at his belt buckle, at his zip, and then Seokjin’s cock was freed, stroked gently as Jimin pushed him back into the bed sheets, straddling him between thick thighs. It was Seokjin’s favourite place to be, made so, so much sweeter with the pastel pleats of the skirt, riding up to expose the soft skin there.The skirt was a tease too, hiding away Jimin’s cock, only hinting at it with a small bump in the fabric, and it distracted Seokjin so much that by the time Jimin was aligning and sliding down his cock, he couldn’t hold in his moans, couldn’t disguise how fucking amazing Jimin felt, wrapped so hot around his length.“Ah, Seokjinnie,” Jimin mewled, skin flushed with pinks, his legs shaking beneath his soft socks as he eased himself lower. “’s good, feels good--”And then Seokjin was balls deep in his gorgeous boyfriend, hips twitching with the urge to thrust upwards, wanting to make Jimin fall apart above him, wanting to hear those soft whines, see those delicious thighs clench and quiver. Jimin was panting too, like it was already too much, so Seokjin pushed a little, hands coming to his clothed waist, holding the younger man down on his cock as Jimin squirmed."You take it so well," Seokjin wanted to praise, wanted to watch Jimin slip into subspace like this, wanted to take care of him and make him feel so, so adored. "So perfect, you take my cock so well, Jiminie.""It's good?" Jimin breathed, fucked out already, bouncing in shallow movements, ever the tease."Hyung, it's so big--""I know," Seokjin heard it every time they fucked, Jimin praising how big his cock was, how well it filled him up. "But you can take it, like a good boy, right?"It was so cute, the way long eyelashes fluttered, the way Jimin's head fell backwards with his groans, cute nipples pebbling, ribs visible beneath honeyed skin as he breathed. It was cute because Jimin was so overwhelmed already, after just a few pet names, after a little bit of praise.Usually by now, Jimin would be whispering filth into Seokjin's ear, would be begging Seokjin to fuck him harder, just the way he loved. But the Jimin in his lap right now was a blushing mess wrapped in pastels, begging with his gaze instead, for sweet words, for attention and adoration, and Seokjin was more than happy to oblige.When his hands drifted from Jimin's waist and downwards, pressing into the muscle of his thighs, Jimin let out a little whimper, confused, before Seokjin forced him down, ass to pelvis, planting his feet into the mattress to slam himself upwards, fucking Jimin as hard as he could. The squeal Jimin let out was almost as delicious as the vision above him, the vision of Jimin's lips wet with spit, of his pretty eyes watering, freckles appearing dark beneath his furious blush.“Hyung,” Jimin’s voice wobbled, his small hands, reaching to touch Seokjin’s, to touch himself gently over the fabric of the skirt. The pale pink was being stained dark with precum, and every inch of Jimin’s skin was hot to the touch and shivering with pleasure.“You can do it,” Seokjin murmured out encouragement, the slaps of his hips meeting Jimin’s thick ass making his stomach clench, lewd and wet and sticky. “Come on angel, use those pretty thighs and ride me, you can do it.”He almost protested, when Jimin pulled up and away, almost, but then Jimin was guiding Seokjin to the bedhead, soft against his back, before turning completely, straddling Seokjin backwards.Oh.It was hard to admire the contrasts of Jimin’s back, smooth and sharp, shoulder blades catching the light, the dips in his spine alluring, when Jimin was pulling the skirt up and sliding back down Seokjin’s cock in one, slow descent. The cleft of his ass was soaked with lube, and Seokjin could see his puffy pink rim swallow at his cock greedily, making him groan the sight, pulling Jimin’s cheeks apart to watch without shame.The sight was beautiful, and Seokjin had to tell him.“Jiminie,” Seokjin knew he sounded awed, Jimin’s ass flush to him once more, the skirt held around his waist by small, dainty fingers. “You are so gorgeous, so pretty, how did I get so, so lucky?”Jimin clenched at the praise, whimpering, getting so tight, and when he arched himself, craning his slender neck to glance backwards, tears were in his bright eyes, looking to his hyung for approval.“I love you, w-wanna make you feel good--”“I love you,” Seokjin breathed back, coming to grip his tiny waist again, watching Jimin rise up on his knees. “You make hyung feel so good, you make hyung so happy.”It didn’t take much for Seokjin to finish like this, with Jimin’s tiny mewls as he fucked himself up and down on Seokjin’s length, the sight of his ass and his socked thighs and the way his petite body curved sending the older man over the edge faster that he’d wished. He came with a grunt, with his big hands holding Jimin down against him, pulling the pretty boy back to kiss at, lips and tongues meeting gently.“Perfect,” Seokjin whispered against Jimin’s wet mouth. “Beautiful Jiminie, you are perfect.”Jimin came with a sob when Seokjin stroked at his cock, reaching beneath the fabric to wrap his hand around it, feeling cum spill down his knuckles, trailing down his wrist. Jimin was sniffling, was starting to cry, feeling too much, feeling the high of his arousal and orgasm start to fade, and Seokjin knew it was time to look after Jimin properly now, slipping himself out from beneath the shuddering boy, pulling Jimin up into his arms instead.Jimin was clingy as he ran the water for a shower, not wanting to leave Seokjin’s side, not wanting to let go, and Seokjin showered him with kisses and gentle words, not enough praise for him to slip back into subspace, but enough warmth in his words that Jimin was able to halt his tears.“I’m sorry I cried like that,” Jimin finally spoke, under the stream of water, naked and looking so, so small. “We had such a good time, and I just… I dunno what happened, I couldn’t control it.”“You were in subspace, and sometimes, coming back from it can be really intense,” Seokjin rubbed Jimin’s back down with a sponge, watching rainbow bubbles bloom against his skin. “The crying was a natural reaction, love, and you don’t have to feel bad, or ashamed. I’ll always take care of you afterwards, so don’t be scared of your reactions, okay?”“Okay,” Jimin turned slightly, a small smile tugging at his pretty lips. “Thank you hyung, I’ll remember that.”Jimin was so pliant and sleepy after that, stumbling around in Seokjin’s giant pajamas, snuggling close on the couch while a movie played, a mug of hot chocolate between his tiny hands, eyes struggling to stay open.“You can sleep,” Seokjin cooed, pushing away his fluffy hair, kissing at his forehead. “You had a big day, you can sleep. Hyung will take you to bed.”“’s a big day,” Jimin yawned, a hint of chocolate in the corners of his mouth. “I was good for hyung.”“You were the best, angel. Hyungs good boy.”Jimin preened, huffing out a pleased noise, and then Seokjin was taking his mug from him, watching the younger fall into sleep quickly, burrowed into his side like a puppy.“I love you,” Seokjin whispered, watching Jimin, watching his chest rise and fall, overwhelmed with how much he loved him. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.Perfect, pretty, amazing Jiminie. How he loved him so.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
It felt surreal.
Jungkook shuddered in front of a small fireplace, hands outstretched, not too close to the flickering flames but just enough to feel the hint of heat, enough to feel it seep past his skin and make his insides warm.
There were faint sounds of porcelain clinking from the kitchen behind him, a teaspoon stirring, a fridge opening and closing, and then footsteps. Jungkook almost didn’t want to turn around.
“
I didn’t have coffee, I hope hot chocolate is fine?”
Ah, that voice.
Jungkook could drown in it, deep and warm, rich, like he knew the hot chocolate would be, and so he turned from the flames, smiled weakly, and then tottered over to the small coffee table, taking a seat on the floor cushions with averted eyes.
It was surreal for sure, to be here in Namjoon’s flat, wearing Namjoon’s clothes, drinking a hot chocolate prepared by Namjoon himself, and it was making Jungkook’s heart race slightly too fast, was making him feel short of breath and dizzy.
He could still hear the rain pelting against the windows, the wind howling in the dark evening, the lights flickering slightly.
Namjoon was smiling at him, mug to his perfect lips, and Jungkook flushed.
“
Was the shower okay?”
“
Y-yeah,” Jungkook nodded timidly, fiddling with the handle on his hot chocolate mug, looking at the little pattern of cute dancing bears wrapping around the porcelain. “Thank you uh, for all this.”
Namjoon grinned, and those pretty dimples were showing, shadows from the fire making them seem deeper, making Jungkook’s heart race faster and faster to the point where he felt his chest heave violently beneath Namjoon’s sweater. Luckily the rain helped in his favor, drowning out his heartbeat, keeping it trapped under borrowed blue cashmere.
“
You don’t need to thank me, it’s fine. I’d be a really shitty boss if I let you stand out in that rain any longer. We can’t have you catching a cold, right?”
“
Right.”
Jungkook hated being reminded of what their relationship was, of what he was to Namjoon—just an employee, not worthy of thought outside the flower shop.
It pained Jungkook, Jungkook who was so desperately in love with Namjoon, who’d had this crush before he’d even scored the job, to be reminded that to Namjoon, he was just an employee. And not even a good employee either.
Jungkook wondered why Namjoon hadn’t fired him yet, wondered it on almost a daily basis.
He’d seen the help wanted flyer in the window of the small flower shop—tucked away on a back street that was lined with cafes—and had shrugged at it, not thinking much of it, until he’d stepped inside. Jungkook was only after flowers for his mom’s birthday, just whatever bouquet was in the middle range of price and fancy looking, but he’d become distracted fast by the gorgeous man behind the counter.
The man had introduced himself as Namjoon, had helped Jungkook pick the perfect flowers, and had caused him to walk out of the store with not only an arm full of lilies and snapdragons but also a heavy weight inside his chest, which he later came to determine as a very unfaltering crush.
Jungkook began to stop by the store at least once a week, claiming more birthdays to justify his purchases, feeling sad that all the flowers he bought would die in his room and shed petals all over his desk. The flyer was still up, even after a month, and it had taken all of Jungkook’s courage to ask Namjoon if he still needed someone.
Namjoon’s face lit up when he did, and Jungkook had almost cried from it, overwhelmed by Namjoon’s brilliant smile, overwhelmed by Namjoon’s joy. Jungkook’s first shift started the next day, and he felt euphoric being handed the apron, tying it around his waist with stars in his eyes, thanking whatever gods he could for the opportunity to be by Namjoon’s side inside the quaint and dainty flower shop.
That gratitude was short lived though.
Jungkook was, for lack of better word
—
fucking terrible at the work.
It was horrifying and humiliating how often Jungkook messed up orders and gave the wrong bouquets to the wrong people, embarrassing how often he smashed vases and let plants wither and die. It was shameful how he had to tell Namjoon, had to witness Namjoon sigh and pinch between his brows with disappointment, had to watch Namjoon somehow right all the wrongs Jungkook had committed.
Namjoon never shouted at him though, never scolded him, and somehow that felt worse in a way, like Namjoon couldn’t even be bothered giving Jungkook the time of day to tell him what a fucking idiot he was. Jungkook knew his affection for the older man would never be returned, especially now, but that didn’t stop his crush from developing deeper, and it was almost debilitating in its intensity.
Jungkook would think about Namjoon upon waking, would stare at him and ponder an imaginary life together at work, break something, watch Namjoon clean it, and then think about Namjoon all night, ready to repeat it come his next shift.
It was too much, yet not enough, and Jungkook didn’t know what to do about it.
Which is why he felt so fucking uneasy, being inside Namjoon’s home right now.
In Namjoon’s clothes, drinking from Namjoon’s mug.
It had been a long day, and Jungkook had nearly quit, so frustrated with himself as he watched a customer return with a bouquet in her hands, fuming angrily about pollen and allergies, berating Jungkook from across the counter. He’d tried to apologise, tried to give her a refund, a new bunch, and in the end, Namjoon had come to his rescue, had calmed the lady down and sent Jungkook into the small greenhouse at the back of the store to water the hydrangeas.
Jungkook turned the hose on without double checking the pressure setting, and watched with horror as the stream blasted the lilac petals from the poor plant, the stem now bare and snapped.
Fuck.
Namjoon had been there too, had watched it as it happened, and said nothing, only sighing, turning around to walk back into the storefront, and Jungkook wanted to melt into the floor and die.
So when his shift had finally come to an end, Jungkook had raced out the door without so much as a goodbye, and pondered writing up a letter of resignation, just to save Namjoon the effort of firing Jungkook himself.
That’s when the rain had hit, and Jungkook had been drenched and shivering in the chilly air, waiting for a bus that didn’t seem to be coming, clutching his backpack to his chest to protect the belongings inside.
Namjoon showing up with an umbrella had been a surprise, and Namjoon inviting him back to his flat to shower and warm up had left Jungkook speechless. But he followed Namjoon back to the flower shop, followed his boss up the staircase that lay behind a hidden door towards the back of the store, and then he was in Namjoon’s home, everything warm and clean, smelling like fresh sheets and a hint of cinnamon, reminding Jungkook of Christmas.
Namjoon had shown him to the bathroom, laid out a set of clothes that were miles too big yet fit in a way that had Jungkook’s heart aching, and now here they were, sipping at hot chocolates, Jungkook too shy to make eye contact.
They’d never really had this sort of chance, to sit face to face and just talk, and Jungkook still felt awful for the day’s events, still felt like maybe quitting was the best option here since Namjoon was obviously too full of pity to fire him himself.
“
Is it not good?” Namjoon asked, brows furrowed, gesturing at Jungkook’s mug. “I can remake it for you if you like? Or, I’ve got some marshmallows in the cupboard somewhere-”
“
It’s good!” Jungkook felt his voice jump and crack, tried to clear his throat awkwardly, timidly tucking his long hair behind an ear. “I just… is this okay?”
“
Is what okay?” Namjoon tilted his head, confused, placing his mug down to a coaster on the wooden table before him.
“
Me, being in your house,” Jungkook uttered, still not wanting to meet Namjoon’s gaze, not wanting to see the disappointment in those warm, beautiful eyes.
“
Of course it is,” Namjoon’s voice sounded soft with concern, and this made Jungkook look, winded instantly. There was a crease in Namjoon’s brow, his honeyed hair was no longer styled back but falling across his forehead, and his tanned skin seemed to glow like caramel under the soft lights that flickered with every lightning crack from outside the windows. “Why would this not be okay?”
Jungkook swore he could cry, just from the look of absolute patience on Namjoon’s face, despite how badly Jungkook knew he always fucked up.
He didn’t deserve Namjoon, as a boss, as a friend… as a lover.
Even though it was all he wanted, he knew he didn’t deserve it.
He couldn’t hold back the full body shudder, couldn’t keep the sob in the back of his throat trapped, so it crept up and out like a traitor, betraying him to Namjoon, unable to keep his insecurity buried any longer.
He sobbed, it was loud, and then he was hiding his face in his hands, hot chocolate abandoned on the tabletop as he tried to hide the impending tears.
“
I fuck up a-all the time,” Jungkook’s words were shaky, whispered through his palms like a scolded kid. “I ruin everything, I’m s-so bad at this job and you still keep me around and even let me in your house and-”
“
Jungkook, stop, it’s okay.”
Jungkook sniffled, too scared to look up once more, but he let his words die on his tongue, and waited, still buried nose deep into his hands, breathing heavily, feeling so panicked and weird and scared of what he could admit if he wasn’t careful.
But Namjoon was too hard to lie to, something about that soft voice, so full of care and gentleness, begging to be able to help, to be able to ease whatever Jungkook felt.
“
I’ve never seen you like this before, and you’re worrying me a lot. What happened, Kook? You can tell me anything, and I’ll try and help, I promise.”
“
You can’t help,” Jungkook was trembling beneath Namjoon’s clothes, face still hidden, long hair falling back from where it was previously tucked. “You won’t w-want to help-”
“
I might, if you tell me what’s wrong.”
Shit.
The words came out so fast, Jungkook could barely register his mouth moving.
“
I think I’m in love with you.”
As soon as he realised though, his stomach churned, and Jungkook wondered if he was going to puke all over the coffee table, wondered if Namjoon was going to laugh at him, throw him back out into the storm and fend for himself.
Jungkook wondered if he had ruined it all.
But as the silence got longer and scarier, Jungkook knew he had to look, had to peek between his fingers to stare at Namjoon from across the table, and when he did, the sight took him by total surprise.
Namjoon was blushed, just enough, pink beneath caramel skin, and his eyes were wide and shiny, the lights in the room making it look like all the stars in the night sky had a home there. Thick lips were parted wide in shock, Namjoon blinking, once, twice, and Jungkook wanted to disappear.
“
Oh god,” he whispered aloud, now unable to tear his gaze away from Namjoon, horrified with himself. “Did I really just fucking say that?”
“
Uh,” Namjoon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, and Jungkook wondered what it would be like to leave red marks all over Namjoon’s neck. “You did.”
“
Fuck, I need to leave-”
Jungkook went to stand but Namjoon reached across the table quickly, grabbing his arm, gaze unwavering.
“
Don’t go,” Namjoon’s voice was quiet, comforting, Jungkook melting. “Stay, let’s talk?”
“
But I made so many mistakes today,” Jungkook’s voice trembled. “I- I don’t want to add rejection to the bad pile as well.”
“
Who said I was going to reject you?”
Jungkook froze in shock, feeling his eyes flash wide open, unable to blink.
“
You- you have to,” was all Jungkook managed to get out, high pitched and almost panicked.
Namjoon blinked.
“
Why?”
“
B-because.”
Namjoon’s brows furrowed, confused, hand still gripping Jungkook, still keeping the younger man from leaving. Jungkook felt paralysed, like a deer in the headlights, all big eyes and locked limbs, waiting for the car to strike.
Namjoon pouted a little, and it was enough to make Jungkook want to melt away into the cushions.
“
But I don’t want to?”
Jungkook recoiled in shock, grateful for Namjoon holding so tight to his wrist, saving him from toppling over into the carpet.
“
You… you don’t?”
“
Yeah,” Namjoon smiled, dimpled and handsome, pretty hair catching the light. “I mean, you break all my stuff, and make silly mistakes, but… it’s endearing?”
“
It is?”
“
Mm, and it shouldn’t be,” Namjoon laughed, finally letting Jungkook go, running a hand through his hair instead, making Jungkook’s heart race. “But, I guess I like you so much, that no matter what you do, it makes me feel all weird and gooey. Like love, or something.”
Like love.
Shit.
“
Oh my god.”
“
You okay, Jungkook?”
“
Can we kiss?”
“
Oh!” Namjoon blushed at Jungkook’s sudden boldness, the question seemingly confident, despite Jungkook’s teary eyes and wobbly pouted lower lip. “That fast?”
“
Too f-fast?”
Jungkook squeaked when Namjoon crawled around the coffee table to get closer, brows raised suggestively, pushing away floor cushions to enter into Jungkook’s personal space. Namjoon’s hands were warm on him, rubbing up his shaking arms, cooing as if Jungkook was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.
“
We can do fast,” Namjoon’s smile was brilliant, and Jungkook was reaching to clutch into the fabric at Namjoon’s chest, panting already from adrenaline, every dream about Namjoon coming true before his very eyes. “Or, we can do slow.”
Jungkook whined at the way Namjoon’s tone dropped at those last words, deep and rough with desire, feeling the heat of Namjoon’s chest from beneath soft fabric, feeling overwhelmed and insanely unstable.
“
Whatever you want,” Jungkook managed to utter, awe in his wide eyes, cheeks flushing with pinks. “This feels like a hallucination.”
Namjoon chuckled.
“
Did I leave you in the rain for too long, Kook? Do you feel sick?”
“
No,” Jungkook tugged Namjoon closer, closer, basically crawling into the lap of the older man, desperate to take advantage of this moment, even if it really was a sickness induced fever dream. “I feel tingly.”
“
Tingly?”
“
Mm.”
Kissing Namjoon was awkward until it wasn’t, Jungkook surprising his boss by cupping his jaw and surging forward, all groans and wet lips. Namjoon gasped against Jungkook’s open mouth, and they struggled to find a rhythm for the first few moments before everything fell into place.
Their kisses were soft but deep, the slick slotting of lips, the brush of tongue to tongue, and Jungkook felt his face burning, felt his entire body heat up beneath the giant borrowed clothing. It was real, it was happening- Jungkook was actually kissing Namjoon.
The delayed realisation of what was happening hit Jungkook like a punch to his chest, suddenly breathless and panting loudly, arms pulled tight around Namjoon’s shoulders, legs coming to wrap around Namjoon’s sturdy waist. He could feel Namjoon smile, lips curling against his own, and it made a whine slip up his throat, swallowed down quickly by the older man.
Namjoon’s hands were so sturdy, warm on Jungkook’s back, holding him with a firm delicacy, skimming one up the ridges of his spine. It made Jungkook squeeze closer, thighs tense around Namjoon, so overwhelmed, heat prickling beneath every inch of skin.
It had been a long time since Jungkook had kissed anyone, and this wasn’t a random party hook up, wasn’t a fleeting fling that only spanned a weekend- this was Namjoon, Kim Namjoon, his boss, his unfaltering crush, and Namjoon was kissing him back.
Namjoon was kissing him back.
Everything was drowned out in the presence of Namjoon, the rain pelting against glass windows, the fire crackling, nothing even registering in Jungkook’s lust addled mind. Jungkook didn’t want to fight it, let it wash over him, let Namjoon’s touch and taste drown him, and there were no exchange of words, nothing to be said anyways, so Jungkook just kissed as if his entire life depended on it.
When Namjoon pulled away, Jungkook whimpered.
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook apologised, voice cracking, unable to tear his gaze from where his spit had left Namjoon’s lips slick and shiny. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” Namjoon’s breath puffed against Jungkook’s swollen lips, making him shiver from it, unable to stop himself from leaning close and letting their noses touch. “Can I kiss you more?”
“Yeah.”
Jungkook would have squealed if his mouth wasn’t busy sucking in Namjoon’s tongue, taken by surprise as he was pressed down into the carpet, Namjoon pressed on him, heavy and hot, hands cupping Jungkook’s face like he was delicate, desired. There was no thought when Jungkook let his thighs part, no thought when Namjoon slid one of his own between them, and Jungkook knew this was permission, knew what Namjoon was offering him-
There was no thought, as he took it.
Lightning cracked outside the window as Jungkook rolled his hips, small, slow wiggles as they groaned into one another, hands in fabric tugging, Jungkook and Namjoon both. Namjoon’s thigh should have been a grounding force, hard and sturdy, but Jungkook felt delirious as he rutted upwards, the friction between clothed muscle and his clothed cock already too much.
It was embarrassing how wet his cock was getting inside Namjoon’s borrowed trousers, but Namjoon only pressed his thigh closer when Jungkook tried to pull away, offering it so generously to the younger boy pinned beneath him.
“Fast or slow?” Namjoon managed to rasp again, pulling away once more to take in Jungkook’s face, pupils blown wide, cock heavy against Jungkook’s hip. “What do you want?”
“Fast,” Jungkook was surprised his words had any weight to them, voice coming out without a hint of that nervous lisp that sometimes happened when Namjoon was too close. “Want it fast.”
“Want what fast?”
“Anything,” Jungkook clenched his thighs around Namjoon, shuddering as his cock twitched, sticking to the fleece. “Please.”
Namjoon hesitated, just for a moment, and then went for it, throat bobbing in the firelight as he swallowed loudly.
“Can I… can I eat you out?”
Jungkook had never been eaten out before, so the words made him freeze on the spot, made his eyes shoot wide open, made a small, frightened noise push past bitten lips. Namjoon blinked, once, twice.
“Or something else,” the older man was blushing, but Jungkook knew he was mortified.
“No,” Jungkook pulled Namjoon further down, until he was practically squashed to the carpet, chests touching, arms pulled tight around broad shoulder. “You can, please, you can, I’ve just never h-had that before—”
“We don’t have to—”
“I want to,” Jungkook licked at Namjoon’s lips, a kitten lick at the seam of his mouth, suddenly so hot, so horny, at the thought of Namjoon spreading him wide with that talented tongue. “Does it feel good?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon growled, fingers sinking into Jungkook’s tiny waist, dragging his tensed thigh up and back, feeling Jungkook’s neglected cock jerk against the motions. “It feels so good, I promise. I’ll make it so good for you.”
“Never took you for an ass man,” Jungkook found the breath inside him to joke, and Namjoon pulled back and away, taking Jungkook with him before pressing him down into soft couch cushions. It was already embarrassing, face down over the seat of the couch, spine curved, ass presented as fleecy knees were comforted by carpet, like he was ready and desperate for a fuck.
Embarrassing to be face down and ass up for his gorgeous boss, for Namjoon, in his house, in his clothes.
Jungkook felt a hand smooth up his spine, over the fleece once and then coming to slide beneath it, stroking up the dip of his lower back, stroking up the bumps of his curved spine. It made his skin feel like it was vibrating, like a surge of heat was buzzing beneath it, and when Namjoon’s fingers came and tangled in his hair, Jungkook moaned loudly.
Namjoon let out a breathy laugh.
“You’re so sensitive, I never would have guessed.”
Jungkook didn’t know what to say in return, so he just arched more, felt Namjoon press closer, felt Namjoon’s cock rub up the crease of his ass as a hand gripped tighter into his freshly washed hair. They weren’t gonna fuck, but Jungkook rolled his hips against the length anyways, giving Namjoon a taste of what would come one day. Namjoon hissed.
“I can’t believe this is happening.”
Namjoon truly sounded awed, and Jungkook rocked back against him harder, grinding his ass to where Namjoon needed it, reveling in the way Namjoon tugged at his hair.
“Me either. Thought you were gonna fire me.”
“Why would I fire you?”
“Because I suck,” Jungkook flinched at the feeling of Namjoon’s hand carding through his hair, down his nape, fingers coming to trace the edge of his clenched jaw. “I break everything, even when I do my best to be c-careful
—”
“I thought you were doing it on purpose. Like, trying to get a rise outta me.”
“Really?”
Jungkook flinched again at the feeling of fingers slipping between his ass cheeks from over soft cloth, felt his face burn with the pinks that bloomed there. Namjoon’s breathing had gotten heavier, panting loudly as he traced where he knew Jungkook’s hole was, pressing gently, the other hand still teasing at Jungkook’s throat.
“I dunno,” Namjoon continued, ever the tease, voice rumbling like thunder. “Kinda wanted that to be the case I guess. Kinda hot to think about.”
Ah, it was kinda hot.
“Want me to be bad for you?” Jungkook questioned, voice shy but lilted with the hint of an attitude. “Want me to talk back?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon’s words were strained, like he wanted nothing more. “But another time? Let’s do stuff like normal people first. Kinks can come later.”
“‘Kay.”
Jungkook wasn’t usually so nervous when it came to sex, like the horny overpowered his shy nature, like his dick overruled his mind, but he was fucking nervous now, as Namjoon started to pull down those soft borrowed pants. So nervous, slamming his eyes shut, holding his breath inside his chest.
Namjoon gasped.
“Fuck.”
“W-what’s wrong?” Jungkook didn’t want to move, felt terrified, wondered if Namjoon was changing his mind, but the hands coming to grip his ass, prying him apart proved otherwise. Namjoon practically whined.
“Fuck,” the older man uttered again. “This is what you were hiding beneath those hideous cargo pants? These fucking thighs? Jungkook, Jesus Christ.”
Oh, right, Jungkook’s pride and joy. His thighs.
Jungkook liked to work out, found peace in the monotony of it, found it relaxing to break out a sweat and push his body to the max. It was never really for a great body, honestly, but that’s what came with it, and Jungkook had no complaints. Nor did Namjoon, it seemed.
There was reverence in his tone, as Namjoon’s hands slid down his tensed thighs, and Jungkook’s breath hitched as they traced inward, stroking the softness where his legs were spread, fingertips ghosting up his balls, what felt like a thumb pressing gently against his hole.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Then Namjoon slapped him, on the right ass cheek, not hard but enough for Jungkook to moan from the sting.
“You’re so fucking hot, Jungkook
—”
Jungkook could feel the scrape of teeth across the swell of his ass, could feel warm lips and tongue as Namjoon sucked, and he couldn’t wiggle, held flush to the couch by strong hands, taking whatever Namjoon gave him.
The hot kisses trailed down and down, down his thighs to suck there too, hard enough to pull whimpers from Jungkook’s parted lips, hard enough to leave behind dark reminders, and Jungkook felt his cock jerk against his tummy at the thought, trapped there between flesh and couch cushions.
Namjoon groaned, and Jungkook felt the groan, felt it vibrate right through his muscle to reach where heat pooled beneath his navel, sending tremors racing through his body. He’d never let anyone put their face down there like this
—and he wasn’t sure what to expect at all.
Jungkook worried it would tickle, worried it might feel even feel gross. Jungkook worried that he might have to ask Namjoon to stop, and see Namjoon’s disappointment in a way that would hurt him the most, but Namjoon was asking permission again, and Jungkook gave it with a breathy “yes”, eyes fluttering shut, waiting as his heart raced and his cock twitched.
And that was the moment when Jungkook’s entire world changed.
The first lick to the tight ring of muscle had Jungkook jerking forward, a startled gasp slipping up his throat, but Namjoon sighed and pulled him back, prying his ass cheeks apart to drag his tongue past Jungkook’s rim once more.
Holy shit.
“Ohh,” Jungkook felt his entire body shudder, felt drool start to pool inside his mouth fast. “Fuck.”
Namjoon didn’t reply with words, only let out a small grunt before that perfect tongue lapped at Jungkook’s hole again and again, slow, harsh licks that had Jungkook unravelling like a ball of yarn, and Jungkook couldn’t swallow the mewling, couldn’t hold back his sounds.
He could feel everything, the way Namjoon’s mouth was making him wet and sticky, the way Namjoon’s nose was buried in the crease of his ass. The sounds were intense too, soft, slick licks paired with Namjoon’s small groans, like he was the one being pleasured, like this was for him and not for the younger pinned to the couch.
And then that hot tongue was pressing harsher, slowly slipping through the tight wet muscle, and Jungkook sobbed, hands clenched tight to the fleece of the borrowed shirt, lips parting wide to make drool spill and leave a puddle beneath his face.
Oh my god, it felt so good.
“Joon,” Jungkook whined and canted his hips back gently, wanting Namjoon deeper, wanting to feel more of Namjoon’s tongue. “Fuck, Namjoon
—”
Namjoon smiled from the words, smiled as he licked and sucked, lewd sounds making Jungkook ache between his shuddering thighs, making him wish he could touch. Namjoon beat him to it though, sliding a palm between Jungkook’s legs, beneath his cock, resting his hand between Jungkook and the couch as an invitation that Jungkook would never pass up.
So, he rocked himself against Namjoon’s hand, back, forth, and whined.
“I’ll cum,” Jungkook babbled, tears stinging in the corners of his eyes as he rutted into Namjoon’s warm hand, so overwhelmed being touched like this by his boss, tongue buried in his ass, fingers cupping his cock. “I’ll cum, I’ll c-cum, I’ll cum—”
“Good,” Namjoon’s voice was raspy, as fucked out as Jungkook felt. “Do it.”
Jungkook sobbed again, toes curling into the carpet as Namjoon resumed eating him out, the hand between Jungkook’s thighs now curling around his length loosely. There was so much precum that fucking into Namjoon’s grip was so easy that it was almost humiliating, but Namjoon was panting against him, hot breath against his hole making every inch of Jungkook’s skin break out in goosebumps.
Every time the tip of that strong muscle dipped inside Jungkook, he squirmed and felt tears leak down his flushed face, felt them mingle with the spit that bubbled in the corners of his lips, felt his whole body follow, pushing back when Namjoon pulled away, curling in tight when Namjoon breached him once more.
It was beyond any expectations, to be eaten out, and Jungkook knew he would never get enough of Namjoon’s mouth opening him up like this, that nothing would ever compare—
Until the hand on his ass slid down, and a thumb was pressing to his hole gently. The tip slipped in alongside Namjoon’s tongue, burning a little but in a way that had Jungkook’s eyes rolling to the back of his skull, and then his hips were shuddering, jerking, cock spilling mess into Namjoon’s clenched hand.
“Shit,” Jungkook wailed, the pitch of his voice jumping and cracking. “Oh god, ah, ‘m sorry—”
“Shh, ‘s fine,” Namjoon slipped himself out from between Jungkook’s thighs, hands wiped against what sounded like his own trousers, before coming to cradle the younger man gently, guiding him back into strong arms. “Jungkook?”
Jungkook was crying, palms pressed to his eyes, curling up into Namjoon’s lap as the elder rubbed down his shaking back.
“I came on y-your couch—”
“That’s okay,” Namjoon’s touch was comforting, tracing a pattern up his spine and back. “I don’t mind. Is that why you’re crying? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” Jungkook sniffled, ashamed, feeling his cock soft and sticky between his thighs. “Felt so nice.”
“Yeah? You sure?”
“It was so fucking good, I can’t believe I c-came so fast.”
“Aww,” Namjoon cooed, forcing Jungkook to glance up now, smiling wide, dimpled and bright eyed. “Is that why you’re being a big baby? Are you embarrassed?”
“Yes.”
Namjoon brushed the hair from Jungkook’s face, eyes creasing, cuddling him closer.
“You’re so cute.”
“I’m not.”
“So, so cute. Cutest boy in the world.”
Jungkook pouted.
“Kiss me?”
Namjoon grinned.
“Lemme brush my teeth first, hey? You wanna stay the night?”
Jungkook wanted that more than anything, nodding with wide eyes. Namjoon held him tight.
“We can even close the store tomorrow, and watch movies, what do you say? I think this storm might keep up for a while.”
That sounded like heaven.
Namjoon brushed his teeth, returned with a new set of equally as fleecy pajamas for Jungkook to borrow, and kissed him softly, twice, noses brushing past one another.
“Love you,” Namjoon whispered, breath tasting like peppermint.
Jungkook grabbed Namjoon, pulled him close, and never wanted to let go.
“Love you too.”
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The first time Namjoon met Park Jimin, 22 years old and gorgeous, it had been a bad day.A reeeeally bad day.His ex-wife had called about some bill he'd never paid when they were still married, 6 months ago and counting, speaking to him over the phone like he was a child, like she'd always done. He'd promised to send the money soon, hung up, went to shower, and found his water cold.Milk was out of date too, and then he was running late for his accounting job, driving fast, halting on the breaks at a sudden red light, coffee spilling from the holder, down his shirt, his pants, ruining his socks.He clocked in, got a scolding, realised he'd left his packed lunch behind, and had nothing but black coffee from the horrible machine in the staff room, leaving him jittery, starving and depressed.What a fucking day.By the end of his work day, leaving in his stained pants, the sun was already gone, and Namjoon groaned, knowing he missed his favourite program, knowing the grocery store would be shut, knowing he'd have to go and get cup noodles to eat on the floor in his shitty make-do flat.I'll be able to live somewhere nicer soon, he kept telling himself, every time he thought about the one roomed flat, a mattress on the floor, a TV on a crate, a fridge that made weird noises that Namjoon was 86% sure was going to explode.Soon, a new place soon.But he knew that was impossible too, his wife taking the house, the fancy car, most of his money due to her expensive lawyers, and it was whatever, Namjoon didn't need those things, didn't care.Their love had fizzled out fast anyways, so all this loss; it was for the best.He tried not to think about her, lounging about on leather couches, with her new boy toy he'd already heard so much about, but it was hard, and he got jealous, curled up in the shitty sheet on his shitty bed.Not because he missed her though; just because he wanted someone too.No time for that though; Namjoon had to work.He had to work hard, so he could live somewhere nicer. Had to work hard to put proper food on his plates.Had to work hard to forget what a fucking shit-show his life was, to force it all somewhere he couldn't think about.So when he met Park Jimin, on that very, very bad day, Namjoon had been angry.He'd heard the sounds and followed before registering what it was, plastic bags in hands, full of cup noodles. Namjoon followed it down an alley behind the convenience store, the weird hissing, thinking maybe it was a cat, maybe it was something he could take home and love.But instead, Namjoon was greeted by a young man in very, VERY tight pants, lollipop in his pretty mouth, spray painting flowers and rainbows onto a brick wall.Jesus Christ.The young man didn't notice him at all, and Namjoon watched him crouch to finish of his alley art, shiny pants dangerous, ass perfect, spine curved beneath that fluffy jumper, and Namjoon didn't know what to do, now that he was here, staring, cup noodles in hand.He decided to shout."Hey!"The pretty boy flinched in surprise, not as much as Namjoon expected, rocking on his boots slightly, turning his head with wide eyes.His lips were pink, fat around the candy in his mouth, flushed cheeks bulging with it, and Namjoon swallowed loudly.Then, pretty boy smiled, sultry almost, giving Namjoon a once over."Hey."Too casual. Namjoon fidgeted nervously, wondered if he was gonna get beat up. The pretty boy smiled again, eyes crinkling into sweet crescents, and it was so cute, it hurt inside Namjoon's chest.Namjoon felt on edge, felt like he should leave.But he didn't."That's... illegal."Pretty boy cocked his head."You mean, the spray painting?""Yeah," Namjoon frowned, feeling his glasses slip down his nose, sweaty with the nerves of a possible confrontation. "That."Pretty boy laughed, and it sounded like tinkling bells, sweet and pure, and Namjoon wondered if he was an angel."Lots of things are illegal," the boy was standing now, small but lean, thighs thick, hair messy, running a hand through it as he sucked on the lollipop.Namjoon sucked in a breath, feeling overwhelmed, for no conceivable reason."I'll... I'll call the cops.""Oh?" pretty boy pouted a little, pillowy lips shiny in the dim street lights. Namjoon could spot spray paint on his fingertips. "But, I'm not hurting anyone, right?""Yeah but," Namjoon wasn't sure what the fuck he was doing here, threatening to call the cops on this poor guy. "It's... against the law--""You wanna try?" That made Namjoon freeze, brows pinching together in confusion."What?"Pretty boy stepped closer, smiling."I asked if you wanted to try."A hand was outstretched, a can of dark pink paint offered, and Namjoon scoffed, shaking his head, taking a step back."Why would I ever want to do that?"Pretty boy shrugged."Maybe it'll help you feel better. Like therapy.""I don't need fucking therapy."His ex wife told him to get therapy, when they'd filed for divorce. Said he was cold, said he was unlovable. Said he should talk out his issues.Pretty boy flinched back, and Namjoon wanted to die."I'm sorry," Namjoon tried to reassure, watching caution play through the boy's soft features, pinching his brow in embarrassment from the outburst. "Fuck, I'm sorry... rough day, I didn't mean--""It's okay," pretty boy sounded so gentle, so calming, offering a kind smile, eyes creasing again. "We all have bad days, I understand. That's why I'm here, actually.""It is?""Yeah," the boy laughed again, hand through his hair. "Bad day, spray paint it away. It works!"Namjoon couldn't help but crack a smile."That's illegal though.""So is being sad," pretty boy countered. Namjoon wasn't sure that was true, but he didn't want to argue anymore.He liked seeing this stranger happy, liked seeing that smile.Fuck."Is the offer still open?"Pretty boy grinned, perfect, front tooth slightly crooked, and Namjoon adored it. The paint was pressed into his hand, cold and kinda sticky, and then pretty boy stepped aside, faced with a mural of dripping flowers."Go wild, big boy.""Over your flowers?""Sure," pretty boy grinned. "Let's merge our frustrations."For some reason, it sounded hot, and Namjoon felt his spine tingle, felt his palms sweat.Let's merge our frustrations.And so, Namjoon sprayed that wall, growling the entire time, oblivious to it, as pretty boy watched and giggled.By the time he was done, pretty boy whistled and clapped, and Namjoon was mortified.YOU FUCKING BITCH, sprayed in pink, all over those pretty flowers.Fuck."Who's that about?" the boy asked with a laugh, taking the paint back, and Namjoon wanted to die from shame, burying his face in his hands."Ex wife.""Was she a fucking bitch?""Yeah. Like, the most biggest fucking bitch ever.""Ah," pretty boy seemed lost for words."But that felt good," Namjoon didn't want an awkward silence, after threatening to call the cops, after spray painting a wall like a feral teenager. "Felt freeing.""Right?" pretty boy crunched his lollipop, licked his lips, and Namjoon kinda wanted to kiss him.He didn't though.This wasn't a romance movie, and Namjoon wasn't a kid.Pretty boy went to say something though, but then his phone was dinging, pulled from those illegally tight pants, and he was smiling gently.Namjoon knew this was a farewell."That was fun, but I'm late for something, so--""Yeah I gotta get home anyways and... eat my cup noodles.""That sounds fun," pretty boy laughed, grabbing his bag from the floor, tucking the paint back inside."Not as fun as this was."Pretty boy paused, and he honestly looked ethereal, outlined by the soft street lights, fuzzy jumper, leather pants."I'm Jimin, by the way," he reached out to shake Namjoon's hand, and his fingers were so small, dainty and cute, engulfed entirely by Namjoon's own."I'm Namjoon.""Well, Namjoon," and their hand shake seemed prolonged, Jimin smiling, cheeks pink, voice dropping low. "Don't forget okay? Being sad is a crime-- don't break the law again."Shit, Namjoon really wanted to kiss him."Got it," was all he managed to reply.And then Jimin was racing off into the busy streets, throwing a glance behind him to Namjoon, who suddenly felt like he was devoid of light, stranded in the darkness, everything smelling of spray paint and sadness.Namjoon ate his shitty noodles thinking about Jimin.Went to bed thinking about Jimin.Woke up thinking about Jimin, and, as time passed, not a day went by, where he didn't think about Jimin.Sometimes he went pass the alley, just to see-- but Jimin was never there, and their merge of frustrations had been painted over, like it had never happened in the first place.It made Namjoon wonder if the encounter was even real-- thinking back, maybe it wasn't.Maybe he'd gone insane, maybe he imagined this perfect being, the random situation, how much he'd wanted to kiss that pretty boy, despite having never wanted a man before.It would explain why he spray painted a wall, losing his mind.That was very Un-Namjoon.So, Namjoon tried his best, to forget about it all.Threw himself into his work harder, staying late, sleeping at his desk once or twice, waking just to do it all again.Watched lots of TV, sent his ex wife the money she demanded, ate his cup noodles on the carpet.Same-old.And then, something new happened."You are coming out with me," Seokjin demanded, Namjoon's best friend from university, whom he adored but rarely saw anymore. Seokjin was knocking on his door aggressively. "Put on some nice pants and brush your fucking hair, let's go!""No," Namjoon shouted back, exhausted, under the single sheet on his mattress, trying to block out the world. "Go away, Seokjin.""Don't make me use my key.""You have a ke--?"Seokjin was ripping the sheets from him fast, handsome face twisted in disgust."God, look at you. Pathetic.""Don't be an asshole, I'm sad.""Aww, Joonie," the sympathy was feigned yet not, Seokjin notorious for covering his concern with sarcasm. "Does baby wanna sleep some more?"Namjoon rolled his eyes."I have work tomorrow. I'm not going out.""Listen," Seokjin was already arranging clothes onto a chair, examining jackets that laid unpacked in a cardboard box. "I'm sure that's fun and all, but you're being boring, and you smell like cup noodles, so get your ass in that shower and lets gooooo."Namjoon had learnt it was impossible to fight Seokjin and win."I look stupid." Namjoon examined himself in the bathroom mirror, hair slicked back by Seokjin's demands, wearing jeans that felt like cling wrap, a tight black tee, paired with his long forgotten leather jacket."Yeah, stupidly hot. Gonna have to beat the ladies away with a stick tonight.""No.""Oh yes Joonie, oh yes.""Where are we going anyways?" Seokjin was fixing his hair, grinning."Uhhh, gonna go watch a punk band perform."Namjoon froze."What the fuck Jin, no.""Yeah, it's gonna be fun!""I'm fucking thirty! I can't-- go watch a fucking punk band!""Why not?"Namjoon struggled for an answer, frowning, frustrated."Because I'm old!""Oh right, sorry, lemme take you back to the retirement home. Shut the fuck up Joon."Namjoon sighed."Why are we going to watch a band perform?"Seokjin grinned."We're going to support my cousin! His band is opening, it's very cute. Poor Jungkookie is so nervous."Oh. That was a little easier to understand. Namjoon almost wondered if Seokjin was having a mid-life crisis. Plus, Namjoon knew Jungkook-- cute kid, passionate and shy. It was kinda heartwarming, how Seokjin wanted to go and support.Namjoon couldn't deny him that.Namjoon regretted that instantly, when they arrived at the venue."This is a warehouse.""Yes.""Jin, what the fuck?""It's gonna be fun!""Jesus Christ."Namjoon sighed, looking around. People were lining up for tickets, and they all looked like children. Yikes."Should we go line up?""Nah, I got us VIP-- Jungkookie gave me them this morning.""And what does VIP include?""Uhhh... I dunno, we get to be at the front? Maybe someone will sweat on us.""Eww."VIP did mean the front, and Namjoon was uncomfortable, pressed to the stage, able to see everything. There was a drum set near the back, two mic stands, and about a billion cords, snaked all over the stage flooring.Made him feel anxious, like someone could trip and fall.Maybe even fall on him.He hoped if someone did, it wasn't Jungkook. He'd not seen the kid in a while, but he knew Jungkook was ripped as fuck-- didn't know if he'd survive being crushed under all those muscles.More people piled in behind them, and Namjoon grit his teeth."Stop that," Seokjin scolded, slapping his shoulder. "Just relax okay? We're gonna have fun! Like being young, all over again!""Oh god, you are having a mid-life crisis, aren't you?""No such thing, we could die at any time, who knows what the middle of our life is?""Stop," Namjoon whined, pushing Jin away as he wrapped his arm around Namjoon's waist. "Don't infect me with your crisis.""Says the man who spends every hour at work or in bed, hmm?""I hate you.""We should kiss when they perform, see if it makes Jungkook cry.""No."The lights blacked out suddenly, Namjoon jumping into Jin's side in surprise, and the crowd was starting to shout and chatter, Namjoon picked up odd phrases here and there.Girls behind him were saying some vulgar things, and Seokjin was laughing into Namjoon's ear."You hearing this?""Yeah.""Imagine if they knew Daddy Jungkook was gay.""Yuck."But the girls were loud, talking about what they wanted to do with the boys about to perform, Namjoon hearing names thrown about, Jungkook, Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin--Jimin?"I think I'm having a heart attack.""Don't be dramatic," Seokjin giggled, patting him on the back. "You're too young for that.""I'm going to die.""No.""Yes."And then a spotlight was beaming onto the stage, and Jungkook's band was walking out as the crowd screamed.And there he was, Namjoon's spray paint angel, pretty, pretty Jimin, strutting to the drum set, dolled up and feral looking.Tight ripped jeans slashed at his knees and thighs, black shiny boots, a sleeveless crop top that rode up his navel and--Fuck.Black ink marked into his strong arms, words and flowers, things that Namjoon wanted to see up close, examine properly, maybe while Jimin was naked, maybe not, and then he spotted something shiny on Jimin's tummy.A piercing dangled from his bellybutton, and when Namjoon dared to trail his gaze up, he could spot the outline of two more beneath the crop top, dashed through what would be Jimin's nipples, and Namjoon felt all air leave him.He really was going to die after all.Jimin was a sight as he straddled that stool, cracking his neck, hair styled away from his smoky eyes, impossibly thick thighs bulging in those tight pants, and Namjoon couldn't help but utter a curse.He was barely able to take in the other band members, with Jimin like this.Briefly Namjoon noticed Jungkook, tall, long haired, bass guitar in hand, and Jungkook was mumbling into the mic as the crowd screamed, probably introducing the band-- Namjoon, however, was too focused on Jimin putting a lollipop between those plush lips, drumsticks in hand.And then, it was happening.The music started, everyone screamed, and Namjoon didn't blink once, as the band performed for them all.Jungkook sang and sounded perfect, paired with the deep harmony from a pretty boy with a matching bass, and someone was going off on a keyboard, behind them, mint hair hiding his face.And Jimin-- well, Jimin was going feral on the drums, arms bare, sweat running down his face.He was smirking too, like he knew his effect, like he knew in this moment, he was wanted, like he was god. Some girl behind Namjoon screamed something about wanting to suck Jimin's dick, and Jimin was giggling around his candy, winking out to the crowd.Not for Namjoon, though.Now everyone on stage was sweating beneath the harsh lights, and it was kinda amazing, Namjoon thought as he watched, how powerful they looked up there, how gorgeous.It was kinda amazing how Jimin looked like sex on legs, kinda amazing how Namjoon wanted to kiss, like before.But Jungkook was young, which meant Jimin was young-- and Namjoon wasn't going to delude himself with fantasies, so as the songs started to end, he tugged on Jin's jacket, and frowned."I think I'm gonna go now.""Uhh, no, you're not, you're going to follow me backstage so we can tell my adorable cousin how well he did, and you're going to pat him on the head and be nice."Namjoon wanted to do anything else, but go backstage.But he loved Seokjin. And he should be polite."Ugh, fine."Namjoon felt his heart hammer inside his ribs as Seokjin dragged him away from the stage, towards the side of the vast room, tugging him behind black out curtains, and then they found the door, a sheet of paper taped to it, with the words "Band: Stigma".Seokjin pushed it open without warning, dragged Namjoon inside, and the door clicked shut quietly.Oh god.Jimin was here. Jimin was here in dangerous pants, and Jimin was stretching against a wall, ass curved, thighs tensed. They met gazes as Jimin glanced over.Oh god."Hyung!" Jungkook looked excitable as he dashed over, long hair falling into his handsome face, boucing around Jin like a puppy. "Did you like our set? We did so good right? How was the view? It was probably not great that close--""Wow, you are hyper," Jin laughed, patting his head. "It was so good, I think even Namjoon had fun. Hey, Joonie?"Namjoon was trying his best to avert his gaze from Jimin's knowing smirk, as if he remembered it all."Yeah, so good. I uhh... liked the first song best.""Ohh, Yoongi hyung wrote that!" Jungkook was pulling the man with mint hair over, Yoongi looked impassive, still sweating. "He's our leader!"They exchanged hello's, and then Jungkook was introducing everyone to everyone, ever excitable."And this is Jimin! He's our drummer, he lived with Yoongi and Hobi!""Hey," Jimin waved, eyes creasing, smiling at Namjoon. "Nice to meet you."Namjoon tried not to blush, but it was too late. He wanted to ask Jimin if he remembered him, but Jungkook was faster."And this is uhh... Taehyung," the two boys intertwined hands, and Jin gasped so loud Namjoon nearly jumped out of his skin. "My boyfriend--""Oh my god, he's so pretty Jungkook," Jin was before Taehyung in an instant, admiring him from every angle. "Nice work, I'm so proud."Taehyung seemed pleased, and Jungkook looked embarrassed, but all was forgotten when Jimin interjected, pulling his arm around Jungkook's shoulders. His shirt lifted, tummy on display, and the piercing jiggled, a small silver thing, a tiny heart glittering against tanned skin."We still gonna go out to celebrate? We should invite your friends."Namjoon wanted to be invited. God, he wanted to be invited--"Uhh," Jungkook laughed in disbelief. "I don't think they club anymore--""What the FUCK is that supposed to mean?" Jin raised a brow, mock anger painted all through his perfect features. "You calling us old?""We are old--" Namjoon tried to remind Seokjin, but got a slap to his chest instead."Shut up Namjoon, we're not old. We're... experienced.""Experienced, huh?" Jimin was giggling, and Namjoon felt shame and arousal flush down his spine."Yeah, you heard me," Jin was not backing down. "We can out dance all of you, and we'll prove it too!""I'm-- I'm gonna skip this and sleep," and then Yoongi was leaving quickly with a wave, to the younger boys protests."He just wants to go home and get laid," Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook gasped, scandalised, before turning back to Jin with a look of curiosity."You really wanna come?""Yes," Jin crossed his arms, like a child about to have a tantrum. "I wanna come."Jungkook turned to Namjoon."You too, Namjoon hyung? Don't you have work tomorrow?"He did have work tomorrow."I... I probably shouldn't..."And then Jimin was smiling at him, brilliant and bright, and Namjoon wanted to give him the world."We won't keep you out too late, if you wanna come," the pretty boy spoke, sounding so sweet, despite his intense outfit. "It'll be really fun! I'll even buy you a drink."Jimin, buying him a drink.Pretty, pretty Jimin, with his tattoos and his piercings and his illegal pants and illegal spray paints-- wanting to buy him a drink.Namjoon couldn't say yes any faster, and Jimin grinned, feral again, sucking another lollipop between his lips.The club sucked.Namjoon remembered why he never went to them-- too loud, too sweaty, too many people. But Jimin had been glued to his side all night at their table, as Taehyung and Jungkook destroyed Jin out on the dance floor.Jimin had bought him two drinks by now."So, did you really enjoy the music?" Jimin asked, swirling his lollipop around in a pink slushed concoction, licking it away with a soft smile. "You... kinda didn't strike me as someone who would be into that sort of thing. Since you yelled at me and all.""I didn't mean to yell," Namjoon tried to defend himself, a little light headed now, lips and tongue tingling from the vodka. "I just... didn't know what to do.""Hmm," Jimin paused, sipping, turning back to Namjoon. "So, then the music was good, right?"Namjoon didn't know how to answer.Maybe the truth was the way to go. The alcohol made his decision easy."I wasn't really able to pay attention, to be honest.""Oh?" Jimin looked curious, surprised, lips forming a cute circle. "How come?""Uhh... the pretty boy on stage. I couldn't focus well."Jimin looked like he knew, but something mischievous was glittering in his eyes."Who? Taehyungie?""Nope.""Oh, Yoongi hyung? He's taken though.""Nope.""Ohhh, Jungkookie?"Namjoon coughed on his drink."Fuck, no, he's like... my son--"Jimin feigned surprise, pointing at himself innocently."So, me then?"Namjoon blushed, gaze dropping to the table, mumbling into his glass."Bingo.""You know, you're pretty cute too."Namjoon scoffed."Nah, 'm not cute. Too old. And divorced too."Jimin leaned against the table, lips shiny with gloss, glitter on his eyelids. He was sultry like this, ethereal. Impossible."Well, how old are you then?""Guess.""45?"Namjoon's jaw dropped in horror."I'm not fucking 45, Jesus--""You told me to guess!" Jimin laughed, eyes turning into cute crescents. "I don't know, maybe you just have amazing skin for your age!""I'm 30!""Ohh," and the noise Jimin let out was akin to a purr, head tilting, stray strands of hair falling across his dark brows. "Nice.""Nice?""Yeah," Jimin opened his mouth for his lollipop, and grinned around the stick. "Nice."Namjoon felt like he was about to be eaten, but he kinda liked it too. Like... he was being desired by someone, for the first time in actual years.The alcohol made him speak."You into older men?""I guess you could say that."Oh, oh oh oh.Namjoon swallowed loudly."Are you into men at all?" Jimin asked in Namjoon's silence, stirring his candy back into his drink once more. "You said divorced. Called her a 'fucking bitch'.""She was a fucking bitch. Is, a fucking bitch.""I see. So, not into guys?"Namjoon wasn't sure, but he knew he wanted to kiss Jimin until they were breathless."I'm... I'm into you?"Jimin laughed, bright and cute, a total parallel to the way he eyed Namjoon."Not yet, you aren't."Fuck.Even in his heeled boots, Jimin was tiny, pressed up against the bathroom stall door, lithe arms coming to wrap around Namjoon's neck, giggling into his mouth as they kissed frantically.Namjoon wondered what the fuck had gotten into him, but it didn't matter right now, didn't--"You're so tall," Jimin whined, breath hot against Namjoon's lips as the kiss broke, spit shining on them, Jimin licking it away. "Fuck, so big--"Small hands were gripping hard at Namjoon's ass to pull him closer, and Namjoon didn't resist, letting the pretty boy have him.It was loud and wet, the way Jimin kissed, so different to anything Namjoon had ever experienced, blood pounding beneath his skin, racing down to fill out his cock beneath his stupid tight pants. Jimin made noises too, little gasps and mewls, groaning as their tongues brushed.Namjoon never would have imagined this happening, making out without someone in a club bathroom, making out so messily, making out with a boy--But it was happening and fuck, he loved it, how eager Jimin was, how he could feel Jimin hard against his thigh, rocking into him."Stop thinking so much," Jimin whispered to his lips, long eyelashes fluttering, staring up with a lidded gaze. "It's illegal not to have fun right now.""It is?""Mm," Jimin bit Namjoon's lower lip, and Namjoon growled. Fuck. "Don't break the fucking law--"Namjoon had never done this before-- but for Jimin, he would do his best.His hands engulfed Jimin's waist almost entirely, feeling the cool of the piercing against a thumb, teasing it just to double check, and Jimin mewled again, arching from the door."I love this," Namjoon muttered, awed, kissing Jimin in between words. "So pretty, this piercing--""Should see the other ones."Oh, that's right.Fuck.Jimin was hoisting his crop top to his armpits, before Namjoon could even utter a word.The nipple piercings, Namjoon inhaled so loudly, seeing them before his eyes. Silver, dashed through each nipple, gleaming in the dim lights-- he wanted to bite at them and see what noises Jimin would make. Instead, he brought his hands up to thumb at them instead, Jimin whining.Namjoon had never heard such a sweet noise, in his entire life. He kissed them out of Jimin's mouth as he played with the metal on his chest, and Jimin was rolling his hips against Namjoon's thigh now, small hands coming to Namjoon's front, squeezing at the outline of his cock."This okay?" Jimin managed to huff, and Namjoon felt lightheaded, nodding, seeing spit strung between them as he pulled back to catch his breath.Another squeeze, and Jimin was giggling breathlessly, squeezing his thighs around Namjoon's as he rutted."You're so big--"Namjoon was, he knew-- his wife had always complained, about how much it hurt. But Jimin sounded amazed, sounded like... he was desperate for it, and it made Namjoon groan, as Jimin rubbed his palm to Namjoon's clothed cock."Can I touch?" Jimin was polite enough to ask."Please," Namjoon all but begged, and then Jimin's hands were pulling at his belt buckle, at his zip, sliding down the soft of his tummy to wrap around the base of his cock, and Namjoon gasped and jerked forward in surprise at the feeling, Jimin laughing beneath his breath."Been a while?" the pretty boy asked, stroking slowly, hips shifting as he rolled them, Namjoon pulling Jimin's shirt back up to see it all."Yes.""When did you get divorced?""Six months ago.""So, six months?"Namjoon let out a bitter laugh."Try two years.""Oh."Namjoon let out a strangled noise, as Jimin stroked over the tip of his cock, and then Jimin's perfect lips were nipping at his jaw, grinning as he sucked red marks."Poor thing."It sounded nice, the calmness in Jimin's tone, the almost patronising way he talked."I'll make the wait worth it, I promise."It was already worth it, the feeling of being touched, of Jimin marking him, of that dainty hand milking precum into his fancy slacks. Jimin seemed to know that though, but he didn't tease anymore, just kissed, wet and messy.And then Jimin was pulling away again, lips slicked with spit, the glitter on his eyelids shimmering dangerously."Did your ex wife ever give you head?"Namjoon shuddered, dick twitching, just at the thought of Jimin wrapping those pretty lips around his cock.Jimin grinned, cocking a brow."Did she?"Namjoon grit his teeth, trying to stop his heart from racing."Like... years ago. On our honeymoon.""Fuck sake, she really was a fucking bitch, huh?"And then Jimin was dropping to his knees, and Namjoon was about to die."Yeah," Namjoon suddenly felt grateful, that all that was in the past. "She was.""That's okay," Jimin looked perfect, thighs straining the holes in his ripped jeans, cock straining against his zipper. "Lemme make it up to you."Namjoon could see the nipple piercings well from up here, able to see down Jimin's shirt from above, and then Jimin was pulling down his pants, briefs too, cock exposed before Jimin's awed face."A dick like this? Two years without anything? Feels like a lie.""I would never lie to you." And Namjoon wouldn't, said it softly, watching Jimin smile in return, before wetting his lips and parting them wide.Namjoon forgot, what it felt like to have his dick sucked.And Jimin-- Jimin was good at it.Jimin slurped hungrily, greedily, using his hands to stroke where his mouth couldn't reach, the other gently squeezing at Namjoon's balls, and Namjoon felt his eyes prickle with tears, overwhelmed, too fucking close."Stop," he gasped, ashamed. "I-I'm gonna cum--"Jimin didn't move an inch, glancing up with a sly look, shrugging, and then he was swallowing Namjoon to the base, as Namjoon's hands ran through Jimin's styled hair, making a mess of it, thighs shaking as he tried to fight off his orgasm.Jimin giggled around his cock, and that was enough to send Namjoon over the edge, the vibrations shattering his resolve, groaning and emptying himself down Jimin's throat. It was a harsh orgasm, the kind that came in waves, and Jimin didn't slow, licking at him as he grew soft.It felt so good, even as he grew sensitive, the way Jimin mouthed at his cock, and Namjoon wanted to stay here forever, never wanted to leave this stall, never wanted this to end.But it had to, it had to, and Jimin was coming back to his feet, smiling, a little shy now."Can we kiss?""Yes," Namjoon wanted nothing more. "Yes, yes--"It didn't bother him like he thought it would, the taste of Jimin's mouth after he'd filled it, salty, maybe a bit bitter, but there was strawberry cocktail and candy there too, and Namjoon was addicted."Don't you have to go home soon?" Jimin asked, teasing a little, but quietly, like he didn't want to overstep, now that Namjoon wasn't fuelled with lust."Yeah... work tomorrow--""What do you do?"It seemed hilarious to say aloud, after getting head from this gorgeous boy, a boy who played drums in a punk band, a boy with tattoos and piercings, a boy who spray painted alleyways to stave away the sadness of the world.Fucking hilarious."I'm an accountant."Jimin laughed in surprise."Really?""Really.""Is that... fun?""Not at all.""No wonder you went wild on that wall, you must feel so pent up."Namjoon did, he really fucking did. But Jimin was... somehow making it feel easier. Less painful. Less repressed.Jimin was wild, and it felt infectious."Why do you ask, about tomorrow?" Namjoon wanted to know, so badly, if Jimin was going to ask what he hoped.And he did."Was gonna see if you wanted to have a sleepover."Damn it.Without another word, Namjoon pulled out his phone, tapped a message quickly, sent it, and then pulled Jimin back in for another kiss. Jimin smiled against his lips, and murmured."What did you do?""Called in sick for tomorrow.""How long has it been since you last did that?"Namjoon didn't hesitate."Never."Namjoon knew the wolf whistles Jin threw at him when he left the club hand-in-hand with Jimin would haunt him forever, and so would the thumbs up from Jungkook, but Jimin was smiling and happy and eager to show Namjoon his room, and just like that, the world felt brighter."We can even watch a movie?" Jimin suggested, hailing a cab, opening the door for Namjoon. "When's the last time you watched a movie?""Do Netflix serial killer documentaries count?""No, and now I'm not sure if I should invite you over anymore," Jimin teased, seat belt on."Please! I'm sorry!""Fine, but you better not kill me tonight, promise?"The driver looked concerned, but Namjoon linked his pinky with Jimin's, and promised his life away."I promise."Namjoon felt his phone buzz, probably his boss concerned, Namjoon having never called in sick before, but that didn't matter, not with Jimin here, beside him, shining and brilliant.Jimin, who made him spray paint a wall.Jimin who gave him head in a bathroom stall.Jimin, who didn't care about anything or anyone outside his own happiness, and it was inspiring, amazing, and scary.Namjoon had already done so much, just from Jimin's brief presence in his life. And he couldn't wait to see what was next.
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“
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’s 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, making Seokjin strive 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 slight smirk, a slight laugh, and then Jungkook was stepping closer, Seokjin avoiding his gaze, clearing his throat as he spooned up more soup.
“
My mouth?”
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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 me.”
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 usually like it, didn’t 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?”
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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--”
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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.”
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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.
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Obvious.It was so obvious, what Taehyung was after tonight.It was a Friday, the day where Taehyung finished his work shifts by lunch time, where Jimin got home to greet his boyfriend in the evening, and usually it was an uneventful day, both tired, usually starving, leftovers heated up in the microwave for dinner, sometimes maybe takeout, if Taehyung whined enough for it.So it was obvious that Taehyung wanted something a little more than their standard Friday night, when Jimin got home, was greeted with nothing but a soft grunt from the couch.No 'hello'.No 'welcome home'.One grunt, eyes glued to the screen as adverts played, not even turning to greet Jimin, just letting his boyfriend stare at a mess of curly hair instead.Jimin narrowed his eyes.Hmm."Baby, did you have a nice day?" Jimin tried again, slipping out of his jacket, placing his bag on the counter, fishing out his phone to plug in to charge. There was no reply though, Taehyung either zoned out or ignoring him on purpose, the idea of either making something dark twist in Jimin's gut, a crossroads of irritation and heat.Brat.Jimin loved Taehyung when he was bratty.But being annoyed came before the fun, always, when Taehyung was like this."Taehyungie?"When Taehyung snapped his head around, he looked Jimin up and down, a quick flick of his pretty eyes, the strong but delicate curve to his nose and sensual lips highlighted by the LED's from the television, boredom slashed through all those gorgeous features."Hmm?""I asked if you had a nice day.""Mm,” Taehyung hummed, turning back to the television screen, scratching at his neck absentmindedly, and Jimin swore he saw a roll of eyes, swore he saw defiance there. “’s fine.”No ‘how was your day?’No ‘I missed you.’And then Taehyung was speaking again, the words falling from his lips stunning Jimin on the spot.“Is that slut still hanging all over you at the office?”Jimin inhaled sharply.Knew he shouldn’t have mentioned to Taehyung about the new intern, about Jungkook who was attractive and sweet, about Jungkook who had been so bold as to ask Jimin out for drinks and dinner, something Jimin had mentioned to Taehyung as something to have a laugh over.They had laughed too, Taehyung ever possessive though, crawling into Jimin’s lap to kiss and make fun, so big and heavy yet fitting so perfectly across Jimin’s thighs.“You’re mine,” Taehyung had mumbled into Jimin’s mouth, had licked into him and rolled his hips the way Jimin liked, hard and slow, his Taehyungie such a tease. “I’m not sharing you with anyone.”So it seemed strange for Taehyung to be bringing it up again now after weeks, a perfect picture of a scorned lover on the couch, as if Jimin had done him wrong, as if he was waiting for Jimin to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness.Jimin wasn’t one to play though, not like that, no matter how much Taehyung might pretend he wanted it.This was their game sometimes, Taehyung being pouty and snooty and mean, acting like he wanted Jimin to beg for him, like he wanted to be in charge, be the boss, call the shots and tell Jimin what to do. It was cute too, something Jimin liked to watch, like to watch all that confidence slowly chip away as Jimin put him in place, showed Taehyung again and again, what the younger man really wanted, really needed.Taehyung was the ultimate brat, who just needed a firm hand from time to time, and Jimin was ever willing to give it to him.So when Jimin dropped everything, phone on the counter, coat on a chair, and slowly walked over to the couch, Taehyung stilled where he sat, like he was trying not to breathe, trying not to shiver.It was easy to keep his footsteps slow and calculated, business shoes clacking against tile loudly, Taehyung almost flinching with each sound, and Jimin loved it, knew Taehyung loved it, the anticipation, the not-knowing of what Jimin could and would do.Taehyung had stirred him up from the moment he’d stepped through the door, and Jimin knew this was the plan, the trap, rile Jimin up and get something from it, but Jimin didn’t mind, didn’t care, only wanted to see Taehyung’s eyes go wide, wanted to see Taehyung beg and whine for him.When he stood before the pretty boy, his pretty, perfect Taehyungie, he took in the sight with patience, slowly, eyes dragging from his thighs upwards, Taehyung shivering from the attention.Taehyung looked good, he always looked good, was always well dressed, paid attention to detail and accessories, liked fashion and being on top of the trends, liked his brands and his patterns and his abstract coordinations. Everything Taehyung did was eye-catching in the best way, men and women alike always staring, always wanting, Jimin always swelling with pride that Taehyung was his.But this Taehyung, Bedtime Taehyung, that was a sight only Jimin got to see, a sight he cherished and revered.Taehyung liked comfort just as much as he liked fashion, each a contradiction to each other, so when the sun set and they were at home, away from judgemental gazes, Taehyung dressed down.Small shorts that showed every inch of caramel skin on those impossibly long legs, and a large, very worn shirt that was bleached by the sun. Of course it still looked stylish on him though, the tattered neckline of the poor tee falling down a smooth shoulder, the shadows in his clavicles making Jimin start to salivate.All the muscle in Taehyung’s thighs were tensed too, and standing above him like this, Jimin could make out the outline of Taehyung’s cock, soft but getting interested, legs clenching, the fabric of his shorts shifting to make room for it.Jimin remained slow though, really wanted Taehyung to feel the wait, wanted to see Taehyung’s big dick tenting those tiny fucking shorts before he even touched him tonight, pulling at his tie with practised precision, not blinking once.Taehyung was starting to hunch, like a scolded puppy, like he knew he was being bad, a bad boy, like he knew he was in for a telling off.Still, Jimin remained slow.The whimper Taehyung let out, when Jimin straddled him, when Jimin pushed those legs apart and forced their cocks together from over cloth, was one of Jimin’s most favourite sounds in the world.Low, needy, and maybe a little bit scared.It was cute, the way Taehyung flinched when Jimin grabbed him by the jaw, fingers and a thumb sinking into the softness of Taehyung’s cheeks, still holding his tie in the other hand, rolling his hips just a little, enough to have Taehyung buck against him.“It’s not nice to call people names,” Jimin cooed, squeezing a little harder, watching Taehyung’s dark lips pout forcibly, overwhelmed with the urge to bite them. “You don’t even know Jungkook, how would you know if he’s a slut?”The mention of the other man had that naughty glint come back into Taehyung’s eyes though, so Taehyung pouted harder, his false annoyance so so obvious now, Taehyung’s arms snaking their way around Jimin’s waist, holding his boyfriend down against him.Jimin knew he could tell Taehyung to stop, tell Taehyung off for rutting up against him like a horny dog, but he didn’t want to be too harsh on his love, especially if Taehyung needed it bad enough to stir Jimin up. So, the decision was made to be gentle.Try to be gentle.It was hard because Taehyung’s hips were jerking erratically, and he wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t apologising for calling nice Jungkookie a slut, was only sitting there with his big eyes and his petulant pout, so innocent and alluring, Jimin craving to kiss him into submission.Another squeeze to his cheeks and Taehyung whimpered sweetly.“Why are you being bad tonight?” Jimin got right to the point, could feel from Taehyung’s twitching cock that the younger man was desperate for something, as soon as fucking possible. “Was it a hard day at work?”The sigh of relief from Taehyung told Jimin all he needed to know.“Yeah,” Taehyung mumbled. “Sucked.”“Wanna talk about it?”“Later,” Taehyung’s eyes were starting to glaze over, getting heavy and lidded, skin glowing as his cheeks flushed with pink. “This first.”“I dunno what you want though,” Jimin teased a little, quirking his lips, sneering because he knew Taehyung liked it. “You didn’t ask for anything. I’m not a mind reader Taehyungie.”“Jimiiiin,” Taehyung whined, whined in that husky voice of his, blinking, dark lashes fluttering. “You knooow.”Oh.Jimin knew.But he still wanted Taehyung to say it though.It was a teasing touch, Jimin running his hand down Taehyung’s cheek, his thumb skimming past pouty lips, before sliding down the side of his neck, squeezing gently.Taehyung’s breath hitched.Jimin knew what the younger man wanted.But Taehyung always had to ask for it.“Please,” Taehyung’s voice was a deep whisper, his eyes wide and pleading, arching into Jimin’s touch, his whole body shaking. “Jimin, please.”Jimin squeezed a little harder, and Taehyung moaned like he was about to come.“Ask me for it properly.”Honeyed thighs were shuddering beneath Jimin, and Taehyung was panting now, his chest heaving rapidly, like he was trying to taste as much air as possible, before he would beg Jimin to steal it away.“Choke me,” Taehyung words finally came, broken and cracked with desire, so hard in his tiny shorts, his big cock restrained painfully by the fabric. “Choke me, please.”When Jimin went to drop his tie, to use both hands on Taehyung the way the pretty boy loved, Taehyung shook his head.“W-with it,” he asked, he begged, a shaking mess beneath Jimin, pressed into their couch cushions. “With the tie.”It was Jimin’s turn to gasp.Fuck.“With the tie?” he had to double check, had to make sure that’s what Taehyung actually said. “Taehyungie?”“With it,” Taehyung asked again, reaching for Jimin’s hand, pulling it towards where his neck was bared, head lolled back against the couch. “Please.”“ Fuck ,” a growl crept up Jimin’s throat, the hand still on Taehyung’s pressing harder still, and Taehyung’s hands were making quick but clumsy work between them, raising his hips to free his cock, unzipping Jimin from his work pants. “Tae, that’s fucking hot.”It was hard to suppress a groan when Taehyung’s warm hands finally managed to free Jimin’s cock from his slacks, and it was hard to suppress a gasp when Taehyung grasped them together, Jimin feeling Taehyung’s dick twitch against his own, burning hot and slightly sticky, like the younger man had been leaking in his pajamas.“I wanna kiss,” Taehyung whined, still leaving his throat exposed, like he was offering it to Jimin, not blinking once, just waiting patiently like a good boy. “Please?”The loosened tie slipped over Taehyung’s head with ease, the tail of it hanging down the back edge of the couch, and Jimin pulled it, just to test, to make sure it didn’t hurt.The black linen looked so pretty beneath Taehyung’s jaw, such a striking contrast against his flushed tanned skin, matching his swollen pupils, wide and dark and glittering. Jimin pulled on the tie harder, and Taehyung’s hand slipped down their lengths, palm warm and sweat slicked, gripping their cocks in a tight fist.“Kiss,” Taehyung rasped, jerking them off with slow, uncoordinated strokes, lips parted, eyelids fluttering. “Jiminie, please--”Taehyung always looked so pretty when he gave himself to Jimin like this, when he asked for Jimin to take his breath away, when he put all his trust into Jimin’s hands to give him something only Jimin could.It was barely a kiss, when Jimin leaned forward and let their lips meet, Taehyung gasping and trying to kiss, a wet tongue resting on his lower lip, drool starting to leak down his chin as the tie was pulled harder. The rasping was getting louder, and Taehyung was wheezing, a sound that put both fear and arousal in Jimin, loving the desperate attempts to suck in air while Taehyung looked like sin itself.Taehyung's hand was starting to falter on their cocks now, unable to keep a pace, strength leaving him slowly, and Jimin smiled at this, kissed at Taehyung’s parted lips, sucking on them, letting his tongue flick against Taehyung’s. Taehyung’s lashes were fluttering weakly too, like a dying butterfly, and Jimin knew he was close.A little more, and Taehyung would come.“My pretty boy,” Jimin praised him, Taehyung barely able to whimper, a fat droplet of precum leaking from the flushed head of his cock, bucking his hips as best as he could to rock their lengths into his loosening fist. “My good boy, Taehyungie.”“C-close--” Taehyung sounded the way he sounded when he’d deepthroat, fucked out and cracking in the highs and lows of his tone, his face starting to pale, eyes rolled back into his skull. “ Close , ah--”Taehyung was drooling like crazy, down his chin and his neck, the fabric of Jimin’s tie getting soaked, and it only took a few jerks from Jimin’s free hand around Taehyung’s cock to make him come, releasing the tie as soon as he felt that first splash of heat across his knuckles. Taehyung was gasping and moaning and using his arms to pull Jimin in, kissing him hard, wet on his lips, tears leaking down his cheeks.“ God,” Taehyung mumbled, his voice a shattered wreck as he opened his mouth wide against Jimin’s plush lips. “God, I love you--” “Love you,” Jimin mumbled back, breathless from Taehyung, from how fucking hot it had been to see him come like that. “Fuck.” Colour was returning to Taehyung’s face now, and he looked gorgeous, cheeky, something mischievous hiding in the curl of his lips.“You didn’t cum.”“Was too busy making sure you didn’t die.”Taehyung laughed, deep and delicious, hands running down Jimin’s spine, tilting his head. Harsh red lines adorned his throat, and it was sad to know they’d eventually fade away.“Wanna take me to the bedroom?”“To do what?” Jimin felt his own lips quirk, felt a craving for more kisses, for more anything, as long as he got to touch Taehyung.Taehyung shrugged.“You can pick something this time. Whatever you like. Since I was bad tonight.”Hmm.“You were bad tonight.”“Maybe you should punish me.”“Maybe I should.”Taehyung giggled, and it was so cute that Jimin swore his insides would melt.“Bedroom then?”Jimin kissed Taehyung, and then nipped at his lips, growling a little, the world full of possibilities, full of so many things he could do to his pretty Taehyungie.“Yes.”
Bedroom.
You’re in for a long night, Taehyung.