#bottom yoongi

[vminhoes]

My taegi fics:

And they were roommates!

Yoongi is a tired businessman stressing over his subordinates and Taehyung is a tired college student stressing over Yoongi’s ass. Specifically, how bad he wants it.

(Explicit ✧ roommates au ✧ student taehyung, businessman yoongi ✧ roommates with benefits ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Spoils of War

After the Kim pack nearly wipes out the human kingdom, Prince Yoongi is captured and brought back to Prince Taehyung as a gift.

Taehyung just wants to be left alone, and Yoongi just wants to go home. Of course they hate each other, but Taehyung will not hesitate rip anyone who touches Yoongi to shreds

(Explicit ✧ royal/hybrid au ✧ human yoongi ✧ hybrid/alpha taehyung ✧ enemies to lovers ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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You scratch my back, I'll blow out yours

Yoongi is the newest up and coming musician hot on the scene. At just 23, he’s an ingenious producer, phenomenal rapper, captivating performer, and overall he’s one badass motherfucker who doesn’t take shit from anyone.

That being said, he may or may not need to sleep with his record label’s son Taehyung, who’s been pining after Yoongi for months, if he wants a chance at making it big.

(Explicit ✧ coffee shop au ✧ frat boy/barista taehyung, rapper yoongi ✧ blackmail ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Flower boy

Yoongi had seen far too much and done even worse to be affected by anything else life had to offer. That is, until the handsome owner of the flower shop down the street gives him a few daisies and a new outlook on life.

(Explicit ✧ mafia au ✧ drug lord yoongi, florist taehyung ✧ mutual pining ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Why don't you say "I love you" back?

A little drabble based off of Yoongi’s vlive where Taehyung says “I love you” and refuses to leave until Yoongi says it back

(rated: G ✧ canon compliant ✧ yoongi's vlive - "i won't leave until you say that word" ✧ fluff

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So cute

Yoongi just wants to bang but Taehyung can’t be serious for two fucking minutes

(Explicit ✧ college au ✧ boyfriends!taegi ✧ smut, fluff)

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[taesjoon]

BTS Reaction: Losing Their Virginity To You

Pairing: BTS x Male Reader Dom Top: Male Reader, Sub Bottom: BTS Tags: Loss of virginity, anal sex, nervous but excited BTS, no condoms (reader has been tested for STDs), dirty talk, mentions of homophobia, internalized homophobia

RM | Kim Namjoon

Namjoon was nervous even though he initiated it

Forced you to get STD tested again even though you showed him your last test results and assured you hadn't slept with anyone else since you got them

"What if you got drunk and forgot?"

"Namjoon, I took that test just after I started dating you. I didn't cheat on you."

"How can you be sure!?"

He trusted you, he was just anxious

Sure, he could've just got you to wear a condom, but he wanted to feel you without a piece of latex getting in the way

When the day finally came, his nerves had settled somewhat

He got on all fours and let you pour lube on his ass and finger him until he felt he was ready for your cock

"Okay, take it. Take my virginity forever, M/N." he would state, just a shred of nervousness still laced in his voice

You made sure to fuck him slowly at first, waiting for him to adjust to having something inside him

And by the end of it, he was begging for more

Jin | Kim Seokjin

Coming from a traditional (homophobic) family, Jin was scared of the implications having sex with you would bring

But he sure as hell knew he wouldn't be losing his virginity to some girl he wasn't even attracted to

And besides, he would have to get over the internalized homophobia at some point, right?

What better way to do that than to get a dick shoved up your ass?

He was super duper worried that he wouldn't even like anal, or that your cock wouldn't fit inside him

So he bought lube and started fingering himself every day, until he could fit his whole fist up his asshole

And that's when he announced to you: "M/N, I'm ready to have sex with you."

"What got you over your fear?" you questioned

"I can fit my whole fist inside myself now!" he would chuckle, almost like it was one of his bad dad jokes

Your cheeks flushed red and you directed him to the bedroom, both of you getting undressed

Jin moaned so much that night that he couldn't talk in the morning

Nor could he move the bottom half of his body without getting ass pain from the harsh way you fucked into him after visualizing him stuffing his whole fist inside his asshole

Suga | Min Yoongi

Yoongi was surprisingly shy when it came to sexual matters

So shy that you didn't even know he was still a virgin until three months into your relationship

Not that you were judging him, you were just... shocked

He would quietly ask "M/N, what does anal feel like?"

And you'd be far too shocked to answer, just staring at him wide-eyed with your jaw dropped

Once you'd got over your initial reaction, you'd explained to him that it felt good, as long as the person you were fucking worried about your pleasure just as much as their own

His curiosity got the best of him one day, as well as the growing bulge in his boxers, and he finally asked you to just fuck him

You questioned him more than once about if he was truly ready, and his reply was always the same; "Yes, I'm ready."

So you got him to lay on his back naked as you fingered warm lube in and out of his untouched asshole, before lining your cock up to him

"Be a good boy, baby." you whispered in his ear seductively

Not expecting him to moan out "I'm your good boy!" as you thrusted in and out of him

J-Hope | Jung Hoseok

Hoseok was like a needy baby

He had begged you to fuck him countless times before

But whenever you actually tried to, he would get too nervous and ask a million questions until you gave up

This time, however, he was for real

You walked into your shared bedroom to find him laying there naked

And your first thought was "Did you get too hot, baby? I can turn the AC down."

He pouted, only now realizing you didn't think you'd ever actually get to have sex with him

But also smiled a little, because you didn't expect it from him like the people he'd tried to date before

"I'm hard." he stated

"Oh, sorry, baby. I'll go away." you replied, thinking he wanted to masturbate

But as you turned around to leave, he would whine

"Wait! Fuck me?"

You hesitated, thinking of all the times he'd asked you before

"I mean it this time, I promise! I'm ready."

"You've been ready before."

Hoseok sighed and got up, grabbing you and then the lube you kept in the bedside table

He dragged you on top of him and handed you the lube

"I'm ready."

You went to pour lube on your fingers, but he told you not to

"Just put your cock in me."

And that you did

Jimin was the type who wanted you to take his virginity desperately

If he had the choice, he would've slept with you the day he met you

But you were surrounded by other people, so that wasn't gonna happen

Every time you went to his apartment, he couldn't take his hands off you, so ready for you to be with him the way no one else had

Yet you figured he was just an overly affectionate person

So one day, when he was sick of you not taking the hint, he got on your lap

He started kissing down your neck and unbuttoning your shirt

Grinding against you until he was sure you could feel how hard he was

Then he looked in your eyes and said "Fuck me."

You wasted no time in carrying him to the bedroom and getting naked

Grabbing the lube and scissoring your fingers in and out of him as fast as you could

Jimin moaned when you hit his prostate

"Just fuck me!"

You smirked and got on top of him, lining your cock up to his hole

Kissing him before pushing in

You fell asleep that night with scratch marks down your back and Jimin covered in hickeys

V | Kim Taehyung

Taehyung was another that came from a homophobic family, although not as traditional as Seokjin's

You being his first boyfriend, he was still nervous around you

Still hearing what his family said to him when he told them he was gay, let alone what they said when he told them he was dating you

It was already a year into your relationship when he gained the courage to talk to you about sex

"M/N, I've been thinking..."

"About?" you prompted him

Taehyung sighed, knowing it was necessary to continue

He wanted to share everything with you

"I've never orgasmed before. I tried to masturbate once, but since I didn't like girls, I was trying to think about guys, but then it felt wrong because my family always told me it was wrong."

"Where are you going with this, baby?"

"I want to have sex with you. I want to do it right now. But I'm scared."

You hugged him before holding his hands gently and looking in his eyes

"Sweetheart, I know it's difficult. But what your family said to you is not true. You're perfect just the way you are, and I hope that I can say this without being wrong: you love me, and that's all that matters."

"I do love you. So much."

"If it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to have sex. Ever. But if you want to do it, then I'd be more than happy to."

Taehyung nodded and kissed you, getting up and pulling you to the bedroom

The fact that you loved him enough that you would respect his boundaries like that was enough for him

He let you finger him, trying his best to get over his nerves

Before getting himself so worked up that he was practically begging you to fuck him 'til he couldn't walk

Jung Kook | Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook was comfortable with himself by now

And completely obsessed with your body

Although you had seen each other naked plenty of times, something always ended up getting in the way of you sleeping together

But tonight, Jungkook wasn't gonna let it

As soon as you got home from your date, he pushed you into the bedroom

Kissing you heavily as he tried to pull your clothes off

As soon as you were in the bedroom, he grabbed the lube and handed it to you

"Make it quick," he said, in reference to prepping him, "and then fuck me so hard I can't walk."

He hastily took his clothes off as you removed yours, laying on his stomach so you could finger him

"M/N, hurry up! I want you..."

You did as told, speeding up before pushing your cock inside him

He moaned and whined, torn between pain and pleasure from the stretch

You hesitated as you bottomed out inside him, waiting for him to say something

His only words were "Don't stop! Just fuck me."

So you started thrusting in and out of him

Revelling in his moans and the way he yelled out your name

"Oh my god, M/N! I'm gonna cum!"

Jungkook never wanted to take his hands off you again after that

#bts #bts x male reader #top male reader #bottom namjoon #bottom jin #bottom yoongi #bottom hoseok #bottom jimin #bottom taehyung #bottom jungkook #internalized homophobia

[sopeecoffee]

The Wall(s) Between Us

Two bedrooms, two boys madly in love with each other, and the wall which stands between them.

pairing: sope genre: mutual pining, modern au, roommates tags and warnings: explicit 🔞 bttm!yoongi, top!hoseok, hook-ups between sope and strangers, light dom/sub, cunnilingus, blowjobs, pegging, anal sex, light voyeurism current word count: 3,579 status: ongoing

[Chapter 1: Yoongi] 💟 [Chapter 2: Hoseok] 💟 [Chapter 3: Together]

#my fics #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #sope #sope fic #sope fanfic #bts jhope #jhope #bts suga #suga #jung hoseok #hoseok #min yoongi #yoongi #yoonseok #yoonseok fic #yoonseok fanfic #bottom yoongi #top hoseok

[managementnotfound]

to be hidden away, away

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Panting, Taehyung looked down at the smaller man, he was still holding up one of Yoongi's legs but having pulled back so he was kneeling on the bed and not covering Yoongi like a blanket Taehyung was able to push his hair back from his face with his free hand.

"Doll?" Carefully calling out to the man Taehying waited for a response, a noise, something but when nothing came he grinned, rolling Yoongi onto his back he found the man with his eyes closed and mouth open, tears and snot and drool smeared all over his face. Crooning Taehyung pushed Yoongi's leg to the side and up, holding the other one down.

Moving him so much meant that the cum he had stuffed him with oozed out from around his cock, clicking his tongue Taehyung pressed his still hard cock further into Yoongi. "Don't go wasting it, every drop counts, pet."

Slowly rolling his hips Taehyung threw his head back at the feeling of Yoongi's wet velvet walls snug around him, seeing as the man was passed out he couldn't clench down at will, leaving his body to react to the stimulation. Growing impatient he let go of Yoongi's leg and grabbed tightly onto his waist with both hands and slammed him up to his cock, ignoring the wet mess the cum being pushed out of him was making. Smirking Taehyung licked his teeth, only Yoongi's shoulders were on the bed, his limbs hung over the bed as he used the older man to pleasure himself.

this is a little bit of what i have written for “to be hidden away, away” the second installment of “there’s you but he loves me, me, me” which you can read under the name “in the night so hush, hush, hush”  

#managementnotfound #me x3 #bts #taegi #taehyung x yoongi #bottom yoongi #top taehyung #bts fanfic #rated unsuitable

[derireo-galge]

Royal Service | 4k | yoongicest✍🏼

Yoongi was only going to meet up with someone, taking advantage of the temporarily closed palace but didn't expect to end up kneeling for the king, who, though obviously older, looked exactly like him.

[ blowjobs, handjobs, hair-pulling, first time, come play, face-fucking, yoongicest! ]

He has always thought that the night time is his time of the day. Ever since he could remember himself.

And it had almost nothing to do with him being the notorious leader of a certain organization, rather with his biological rhythm, with how he felt more active and energized once the sun has set.

He was a man of certain habits and wasn't going to change them anytime soon. Hence why he arranged a midnight meeting in the middle of a sleeping city.

The palace stood before his eyes, just as royal, just as grand as in the light of the day. Usually open for local visitors and tourists, it was now closed for reconstruction, making it a perfect place to meet up undetected.

One of his many personal informants was supposed to meet him there. Yoongi checked the data sent through a safe channel and locked his phone, hiding it in his jacket pocket

It was almost time but seemed like there was noone around. Well, it happened sometimes, no big deal.

Still deciding to check the palace just in case, he moved from a room to a room, staying alert, yet still marveling at the beautiful decor and old paintings, touched with a hand of time. Where was he when this building saw its best days? Was he a commoner or was he one of the royals?

Yoongi definitely wasn't a young soul. And a thorough look into his family history hinted on his ancestor being one of the royals, but truly, it was hard to believe. So many years has passed, who knows what exactly was there now?

He entered one of what he assumed was private wing bedrooms. It was spacious and had luxurious furniture for that time. A plate next to the entrance stated it was the king's quarters and Yoongi smirked to himself.

Nowadays Agust D was the king of Seoul.

Should he build himself a palace? It wouldn't make much difference, for everyone in this area knew where their headquarters were.

While he was walking around the room something caught his attention. A tall wardrobe with an intricate pattern that ran trough the wood panels of it.

Oh, he loved furniture. He definitely should have one of those. He touched it with his fingertips and wondered: how was this made?

Yoongi opened the double doors that barely creaked, showing the piece was in good condition, or at least well kept. He followed where that pattern was going with his eyes.

It was too dark to see so he stepped inside, letting go of the both doors. He almost jumped into the air when they closed behind him and he hurried to open them again. He didn't fancy being trapped in there.

He didn't manage to do it right away, maybe because the mechanism was still old, and with a third push he all but fell out of it, landing on his hands and knees with a grunt. To his surprise, he felt a soft carpet under his fingers that wasn't there before.

The second thing he noticed was light. Soft, casting the corners in shadows. The dark, almost empty room that he was strolling just a couple of minutes ago was now lit up. Even though it was a soft kind of lighting it was still a big contrast for his eyes. He needed some time to adjust.

The third thing he noticed when his eyes stopped hurting and opened properly was a glint of a sword, aimed towards his neck. He looked up and saw a figure before him, holding the dangerous steel, dressed in the dark fabrics that flowed from the air coming off the open window.

- Name the one who sent you and your ending will be swift.

What the fuck, he knew that voice. But for that moment it rendered him speechless.

The sword raised a little, making him tilt his face up and look at the man who had him at the end of his deadly weapon. But maybe it would have been the best to not know, because it was his own spitting image that was frowning at him.

- Huh, - he uttered, still keeping the blade aimed at his neck, - Interesting.

To Yoongi it was clear the person before him was a kind of a royalty. With his, Agust's, face. Was he the king?

- Where am I? - he asked in a faint voice.

The man in flowy traditional attire smirked dangerously, showing his little teeth. Gods, he himself looked exactly like that when he did it.

- At His Magesty's King Min's private quarters. And you're still alive just because I'm curious now. Where did you think you were? If not inside my clothing space?

Yoongi audibly gulped through the lump in his throat. He was now more surprised than scared.

- At the royal palace. But it's more like a museum now.

- A museum now, - the king, obviously it was him, moved the blade and touched an array of silver hoops in Yoongi's ear, making them emit soft metal clinking.

- It all looked empty just five minutes ago. And nobody sent me. I used that place for noone goes there at night. It's a tourist attraction.

Just as he said those words he had a pinch of regret. Maybe he should have worded it better. But Min didn't seem to be phased by that.

- I have faced witchery before, - he mumbled as if to himself, - So this does not amaze me as much as it could have.

Should it somehow made Yoongi feel better? He didn't know. He didn't even think.

King Min went to pick up a chair that stood close to his enormous bed and pushed it towards the kneeling man. And then he moved the tip of his sword again, in a gesture that was hard to misinterpret.

Yoongi raised slowly, not to anger the person with a weapon, and sat on the simple looking chair. Any ounce of fear he might have had was now replaced with adrenaline. His hands started to shake.

- Nevertheless, - the king continued, - You have broken into my chambers. So you will sit there prettily and wait until I get back.

Yoongi almost growled when he saw the man so identical to him getting some ropes from the bedside drawer. He surprisingly carefully bound his new captive and then checked if it was a tight enough hold.

It was reminding him too much of all the instances where he has been tied up to the somilar chairs. Multiple times. Mostly, they ended up with fun, especially if it was Kitty who did it.

But unfortunately, Kitty wasn't here. There was noone for a while and then king Min returned with another person in tow. And holy shit if that person didn't look like his long time friend and a brilliant advisor Hobi.

- Ah, your Majesty! Nothing to worry about! - he exclaimed, seeing the sight before his eyes.

Yoongi didn't really want to listen to all the scientific nonsense, he was never very good with all of that but he was knowledgeable enough to understand, this shit happened here before and he will soon be going back home.

That there had been such instances before and the two men from joseon era nonchalantly talk about time portals like they were discussing breakfast menu. As far as Agust knew, it was an unknown fact even in modern times.

What a fucking quest.

- So you'll be gone by the morning, - the king said, coming closer to the bound man, who he was now one on one, - That's good news.

- Believe me, - he grunted, - I'm thrilled about that too.

And then the royal's face changed. It lit up with a smile so sweet, it was almost bizarre to see it on his "own" face. It's like he lost a decade and seemed more youthful, closer to what Yoongi himself was.

- Let's get to know each other then, soon as you're not here to assassinate me.

He sat on the bed, crossing his legs and setting his elbow on one of them. He was supporting his face in his palm and his long blond hair fell forward like a silver-golden waterfall.

Agust wanted to laugh at the irony. Because that would be the kind of job his team would actually take.

- My name is not important. But everyone knows me as Agust D. Twenty-eight, Pisces, enjoy classical music. Happy? - he spat out, looking like am angry kitten.

- Sassy. - the king rubbed at his chin, - I like that. I know exactly what to do to you.

He stood up and unsheathed his sword again, pointing at the younger man. Yoongi didn't even blink and all the ropes around his torso loosened, falling down his body, having been precisely cut by one swing of the blade.

- I'm quite curious to see such a younger version of me, who I can do whatever I want with and have no consequences. That's, if you don't deny your king. Hmm?

Min put the weapon away and leaned back on his arms, motioning "come here" with his finger for the other man.

Agust wasn't going to deny neither him, nor himself. He moved to brush the cut ropes off his body but was unable to move his hands. His wrists were still tightly bound and were starting to get numb.

- I can't- can't move my hands, - he uttered in a hoarse kind of voice.

- You only need your knees to get closer to the king, - the man on the bed drawled in his deep voice and Yoongi didn't think twice.

He got on his knees and crawled towards the other slowly. His mind was already getting hazy and he blamed Kitty for that, who methodically made his body learn to respond to certain submissive actions.

When Yoongi got close to the king, the older man parted his thighs, spreading his knees as wide as he could. He looked truly majestic and the younger didn't feel out of place kneeling before him.

- You have such a pretty face, - he complimented, making Yoongi blush, - I wonder if you know what I'm about to do with it?

That's where he finally realized where all this was going. He himself was hard and didn't get phased by the sight that was awaiting for him between Min's legs. The black shiny material was tenting and he rubbed his bulge, pulling on the strings of his pants.

He pulled his cock out and moved closer to the edge, touching Yoongi's cheek with the hard tip, tapping on the pink mouth that the younger opened out of habit.

- Want to fuck that doll face. Paint it with my cum. What do you think, pretty thing?

Yoongi took a sharp breath and almost coughed from how sudden it was. He didn't expect to hear anything so explicit out of the mouth of the calm and collected person that captivated him literally and maybe metaphorically too.

- And it doesn't bother you that I look so much like you? - he asked with suspicion.

- Oh, - the king leaned in, still fisting his cock, - That's actually what makes it even more entertaining.

Yoongi wanted to laugh. But he also wanted to have this experience. And noone had to know. Right?

- Feed me then, - he sassed and received an intense gaze from the elder, full of lust and fire.

Min guided his length between the parted lips and thrusted in one motion. It was warm and wet and he glided in and out slowly, gradually increasing his pace.

Lewd sounds filled the room and the king grabbed the younger's hair for leverage. He pulled on the dark strands, tugging the man onto his shaft repeatedly, doing exactly was was proposed. He fed all of his length to the younger tho, in turn, gladly took every inch.

Yoongi silently took everything he was given. He relaxed into the grasp on his hair and opened his mouth wide, feeling the cockhead penetrating his throat again and again. He watched the older man from under his eyelashes and admired how he moved his body, looking so ethereal in the soft lights of the chamber.

He almost missed the moment he pulled out and fisted his cock fast, soon releasing white ropes of come onto his face. Yoongi stuck his tongue out to get whatever he could inside and licked whatever he could reach with his tongue.

Min leaned in and helped him clean the come with his own mouth before ever so softly kissing him. The feeling of warm lips on his was surreal, the gentle moves contrasting with how harsh his face was fucked just a minute ago. His hand ran through his hair, ruffling it even more.

Then Agust was prompted to raise from his knees and his legs trembled from being in his position for so long. He tried to stay as upright as he could while the man released his wrists and rubbed at them with his long cold fingers, soothing the reddened marks.

- Come here, little one. You did so well for your king. Now it's my turn to serve you.

- I'm not little, - Yoongi grumbled, hearing the endearment but nevertheless pleased with the way he was treated, - But... I can't wait to see what the king is capable of.

He was coaxed to lay on top of the elder, who freely spread in the middle of the bed. Slowly, piece after piece he was rid of his clothes, so unfitting for the royal chambers. Min squeezed every curve of the younger's naked body, kneaded his buff pecs and biceps, pinched the pert nipples and twisted them, circled his sinched waist tenderly.

Yoongi practically melted in the strong arms of the king. His touches, his embrace felt so secure, powerful, even though the moves were now careful and slow. Soon he was straddling the half naked man, being completely bare himself with no ounce of shame.

He leaned back, watching the intricate patterns running through the ceiling and pushing onto the muscular thighs behind him with both his palms. He grinded on the thick shaft that was coming back to life underneath him, feeling its hardness against his balls. Long calloused fingers wrapped around his own girth and there were slick sounds of oil that the king lathered his cock with.

Softly, swiftly, the palms twisted on every upstroke, making Yoongi moan deeply and thrust into the welcoming grip with more and more fervor.

- Look what a cute birdie the witchery brought here, - Min murmured, - It's singing so so beautifully for me.

Agust moaned louder as he came, splashing his come all over the both of them. He then was carefully lowered onto the cool silky sheets and they felt amazing against his sweaty back.

The older man gathered whatever landed on his abdomen and belly and then mixed it with more scented oil. He lathered it all along Yoongi's entrance and prodded at it, holding both of his dainty ankles high in the air with a strong grip of his other hand.

Yoongi pawed at the sheets helplessly as his sensitive hole was prodded and thrusted into with two slicked up fingers. They would pull out slowly, circle around the rim and thrust inside fast and deep, again and again, curling just right to graze the sensitive prostate.

The grinds became more and more insistent and Yoongi grabbed the lapels of the royal gown, getting to wrap his fingers around the wrist of the hand that was literally fucking him.

- I'm- if you don't stop - please, I'm close, - he whined, crying out at every jab to his gland that was punching air out of his lungs.

- Isn't that the point though, birdie? - the king crooned and continued his movements until the younger man exploded with climax, dribbling cum on his tummy where his hard cock rested.

- Please? - Agust asked again, taking a hold of his own legs and bending them at the knees.

He hooked his arms under them and spread before the king with his face absolutely burning with shame and excitement. He was presenting for the man like he thrived to do this, pliant, ready for taking in any way the figure in power wanted.

- You want me to take you? Even after you already came twice? - Min chuckled, taking more oil and sticking up his cock, - You're such a greedy little one. But I should be hospitable to my unexpected guest. Are you ready? Yoongi-yah?

Yoongi could only nod as the sound of blood pulsing in his ears got louder. He felt both spent and aroused, wanting to be filled to the brim and fucked into that mattress. The older had similar size to him and the thought of his cock inside was making him shiver, making fire ignite in his insides.

- Spreading so well for me, - the other commented, - Keep your legs like that. Feel them while you still can.

With that kind of warning he rubbed his cockhead over the puffy ring of muscles and pushed inside, filling Yoongi's hole to what seemed like the limit, with no more space left. He nestled inside so easily like he was always supposed to be there, plugging the younger man with himself tightly.

The moment he started moving Agust cried out wantonly, loud. It was a feeling like he was being split into two but it was very welcome, painless, fulfilling. Long blond hair cascaded onto his chest and he let the strands run in between his fingers, spreading the scent of sandalwood and something floral.

- Do you like it? Wanna pull on them? - he smirked seeing Yoongi's affirmative nods, - Maybe I'll let you after I'm done with you.

The younger scrambled to hold on to anything he could reach as the king increased his pace, pounding into him with all his might. Skin slapped on skin and that sound rang loudly in his ears.

He felt himself being on the brink of his orgasm, overstimulated and wired to every touch to his body when Min stilled deep inside him and came, shallowly thrusting a dozen more times. Yoongi felt hot come filling his hole and whined as he didn't get to finish. His hand went to his cock but was slapped away right then.

- Not yet, pretty thing, behave, - the king's tone was firmer, - It's now my turn to try you out.

The younger man attempted to gather his chaotic thoughts and when he finally came to his senses and realized what exactly he had just been offered, he sat up with a grunt and pushed Min on his shoulders.

The other easily lowered himself on the sheets, spreading his hair in golden waves and passed Agust a bottle with oil. Yoongi took some of those strands, tugging at the mix of silver and gold locks teasingly.

- Have you done this before? - he asked quietly and for the first time throughout the night he saw the king's face adorned with a rosy blush.

- Well, - he shrugged his elegant shoulders, watching intently as Yoongi poured the scented liquid and parted his legs to fit between them, - There's this dancer.

- A dancer? - Yoongi raised his eyebrow in question.

- The one that I'm very fond of. We've met recently and I was about to ask him for a walk. All those affairs, you know. And I've heard some rumors... so I've been preparing myself for certain things.

- Let's open you up for that boy then, your Majesty. - Agust laughed fondly, thinking of a certain dancer of his own.

- Now you're addressing me properly, boy? - the king laughed too with his deep pleasant voice.

- Exactly now, - Yoongi replied as his fingers moved inside the tight hole.

He laid his body over the king's and got closer to his face. He guided himself in after a slow and thorough stretch, moving languidly and carefully. Min moaned through gritted teeth until Yoongi bottomed out and stilled, giving the other time to adjust.

- How is it? - he whispered.

- Mm, good. Keep going, - the king said and Agust moved, performing slow and deep thrusts.

He kissed the elder, licking along his parted lips, coaxing him to open up wider to taste him on his tongue. His hands cupped the king's face and gently thumbed at his high cheekbones.

- So good, little bird, - Min sighed into the caressing mouth, - Ah, right there!

He himself pushed his hips to meet the thick cock that stretched him so well from the inside. His crossed wrists were pinned to the bedsheets securely and he enjoyed that, not even trying to set himself free.

The long excruciating seconds he was coming untouched his body was arching off the bed, fighting the weight laying and moving on top of him. He didn't have any tme to breathe as the younger pulled out and pushed at his legs right under his knees, bending them close to the king's chest.

The action exposed his pink entrance that quivered before releasing milky trickles of come. Yoongi eagerly lapped at them, hungrily licking up everything with his tongue. Then he moved onto the front and licked the older man's cock clean before settling on top of his body again, pecking his doll like lips.

- Gods, I've never had it quite so...intense, - he breathed out, weaving his arms around Yoongi's neck.

- I'm sure that dancer boy will appreciate some experience, - the younger said, fighting the immediate urge to close his eyes and sleep the exhaustion off.

He didn't though, not right away. Not before him and the king kissed breathless, intertwining their legs and touching each other's sweaty bodies as if wanting to study every curve and line of them.

Yoongi woke up to a change of temperature. He was sure he was freezing and now something warm was thrown over his body.

He opened his eyes slowly and for a moment saw nothing but colorful spots. The dominant colours, unsurprisingly, were pink and black.

- I know you have this certain lifestyle, Agust. And that somewhere deep inside your heart you're an artist. But for the love of all good in this world, why do I find you here sleeping like a homeless man?

The voice was obviously pissed but the layer underneath it, the one only Yoongi could uncover, was laced with worry.

- Kitty, baby, - he rasped and coughed at the stinging feeling in his throat, - What is my arch nemesis doing here?

- Working. As your personal nanny. Should I bend you over my lap and spank you? Will you then call me mommy?

That woke him up quickly. He scrambled to stand up and saw Jimin in all his leather clad glory, holding out Yoongi's own gun to him.

- Finders keepers, but I'll let it slide. Take it and don't, - he looked around the room where the elder peacefully slept, sitting inside the tall wardrobe and leaning on the wood, - Sleep in weird places.

- You just need someone to kidnap and torment, am I right? - he chuckled, wrapping himself tighter in the warm quilt, - Wait, are you leaving?

Jimin turned around, obnoxiously chewing on a pink - surprise - gum and cocked his hips, adorned in a spiky belt. He looked over Agust's curled frame and dark circles under his eyes that made his scar look even more ominous.

- Any suggestions then? - maybe he'll take pity on the man who rules the city with an iron grip. Just for today.

- You said finders keepers, - he rasped, feeling how actually sore his throat was, - So do it? For now.

- For now. - the younger parroted.

- I'll be of use, - Yoongi scrunched his nose at how that sounded but then he smirked because his opponent had a too thoughtful face.

And if Kitty was thinking, there would be trouble. After last night he thought he was more ready for it than usual.

- Do not utter a single word to anyone about this, got it? - the younger threatened but it was half hearted.

He wrapped his arm around Yoongi's back and led him outside of the palace. The sun was rising, the city was waking up as Yoongi was clutching onto Kitty's muscular back, sitting behind him on his brand new motorcycle that was taking them both into a new day.

The end.

#bts suga #bts au fic #bts fanfction #top yoongi #bottom yoongi #yoongi #ai-ee au yoongicest #ai-ee au #agust d

[dafishi]

Um so I’m pretty damn sporadic and I operate by IST (Indian standard time) so I’m also a day too late 🙃 do do a monthly prompt. But it’s fine and I’m feeling like doing a prompt week since I need to get myself out of a writing slump so, for whoever is open to it, I was going to do my own Yoongi week next week and feel free to join if you wish! (Ps yea I’m a Yoongi stan yea I think he’s a bottom, what about it 😃)

Monday, June 6 : Post-concert High

Tuesday, June 7: Piercings

Wednesday, June 8: Pajamas

Thursday, June 9: Cooking

Friday, June 10: College Graduation

Saturday, June 11: A Night Out

Sunday, June 12: Raising Kids

#idk what i’m doing #Yoongi week #We love yoongi #if you know me irl and you see this no you didn’t #I’m looking at you amixii #bottom yoongi #not actually a smut week but I like bottom Yoongi better so….

[koolibrary]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V Characters: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Seokjin | Jin Additional Tags: Joseon Era AU, Historical AU, Slave!Jimin, Noble!Yoongi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Past physical and emotional Abuse, Homophobia, First Times, Forbidden Love, Very Very Slow Burn, Anxiety, ableist slurs, mentions of past prostitution but rly nondescriptive, Explicit Sexual Content, Bottom Yoongi, Top Park Jimin Summary:

"Remember what I told you. You are mine now and I take care of my things."

Joseon Era AU: Jimin, a low born, catches the attention of nobleboy Min Yoongi.

#yoonmin #historical au #hurt/comfort #angst #bottom yoongi #top jimin #slave jimin #noble yoongi #homphobia #forbidden love #slow burn

[vminhoes]

Count me in

Jimin has had it with his boyfriends fucking without him.

#vmin #taegi #yoonmin #taegimin #top taehyung #bottom jimin #bottom yoongi #top yoongi #dom taehyung #sub jimin #switch yoongi #vmin smut #vmin fluff #vmin angst #taegi smut #taegi fluff #taegi angst #yoonmin fluff #yoonmin smut #yoonmin angst #park jimin #kim taehyung #min yoongi #taehyung smut #jimin smut #yoongi smut #jimin fanfiction #taehyung fanfiction #yoongi fanfiction #bts

[yourmanz-sodapop]

BTS reaction to being jealous/insecure of your ex

Jin:

Him and your ex meeting was a complete accident.

You never wanted them to meet, your ex was something.

When they met you were dining in a nice restaurant to celebrate their latest mv.

Your ex just suddenly popped up out of nowhere grabbing your shoulder in the process.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Jin.

Your ex just suddenly got to talking with Jin. He brought up a tattoo you had that Jin loved. It was a small tattoo behind your ear. Three stars, your ex mentioned how he was the one to convince you to get it.

“Oh, did you?” was Jin’s response.

This could not have gotten any worse.

You were so very wrong.

Then  your ex suddenly brought up your engagement, to him of course, not Jin. Something Jin didn’t even know about. All he knew was that your ex had cheated on you with your cousin and lied about it.

The entire ordeal was uncomfortable, and he didn’t remove his hand from your shoulder.

When it was obvious he wasn’t going to leave, Jin stood up and grabbed your hand, quickly heading to the front to pay.

Your ex followed, it seemed he had taken quite a liking to bothering Jin. He even followed you both to your car.

“You know I never stopped loving y/n.”

“If that’s so true you wouldn’t have cheated in the first place, but I have to thank you because I am never letting him go. Have a good night. ” Jin said with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen on his face..

Jin wasn’t by any means a mean person but there were lines that no one should cross and your ex crossed them. 

Yoongi:

Yoongi knew that your ex and you didn’t break up on bad terms. Rather unfortunate terms. 

You were only starting to build your business, he wanted a lot of time and you just couldn’t give that to him.

His family were still friends with your family so when he learned that he would be at your sister's wedding as well, he lost a bit of excitement.

He knew you still talked, not often but he knew every once in a while you would talk on the phone.

In all honesty he was dreading the next day. Where he would have to not only meet your family for the first time, your whole family, but also worry about your ex just coming and snatching you up.

He was scared, he had to admit he had Jimin stalk your ex on instagram a bit, he still had pictures of you from your time in university, when you guys were dating.

There was one particular one that bothered Yoongi.

It was a picture of you sleeping, it was obvious to Yoongi that you both just got done doing the deed.

It’s one of those things you really only know about your partner if you've been dating them for a while. Just little details that you notice over time.

To the world it might just look like you're sleeping, but Yoongi knows you. You NEVER sleep on your stomach. You think it’s the most uncomfortable position.

The only times you sleep on your stomach are when you're too tired to move.

And no he’s not overreacting. 

He of course didn’t bring it up, he knew you would get a kick out of it and tease him over being jealous.

But logically he knows he has nothing to worry about, what happened between you and your ex, was a long time ago. you’ve moved on even if he hasn’t.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was such a happy person. So he tried his best to be happy when you ran into your ex at the park. In the hidden area he was sure no one knew about.

The same park coincidentally that was his favorite, and that you both went to all the time.

Was he being paranoid? Probably but he had every right to.

We’re talking about the man who was your first. Not your first boyfriend or kiss but your first first. 

As in your first time, he ‘turned’ you into a man, or whatever it is that people say about first times. Or did that only apply to hetero relationships? He doesn’t care

It didn’t help that once your ex saw you, he wouldn’t stop hugging you.

Or that he started to yap about the old times when you were still together.

Like ok he didn’t need to know that one time you ate a worm because of a dare.

Or that your love language was gift giving.

First of all, it wasn’t, if he knew you as well as he claimed to, he would know that you love physical touch.

Most of your days off are spent lying around, Your head on his chest whilst he plays with your hair. Your light snoring making him smile.

Just being there and hugging him was enough for you.

It was one of his favorite things.

He knows that there have been plenty of firsts for you both as well.

It was safe to say he wasn’t exactly the fondest of your ex. He was a little jealous and insecure.

But it’s ok because when you got home you made sure to get rid of any and all insecurities he may have had.

Namjoon:

Despises your ex, No questions asked. 

Your ex was an absolute piece of trash.

Namjoon knew your family had money, and so did your ex.

But you were so ‘in love’ with your ex that you never noticed his love for your money.

You were the kindest person Namjoon ever met

Like even Namjoon lost his patience every once in a while for whatever reason

But you, God, you really never got angry, you never attracted problems or drama and stayed away from it

You were a big influence on your younger siblings, you always told them to not be pushovers but also to never start problems or fights

Namjoon was just so in love with you, you were kind, outgoing, talkative, but you also liked reading and painting, and you took workshop in your junior years which means you were very handy at a lot of things.

Like how can a person be all that

And then there was your ex, who used you, abused you and cheated on you multiple times

I mean how badly ‘in love’ do you have to be to let someone give you a scar and still take them back (don’t answer that)

But eventually after the 15th time you caught him cheating you just moved on

Yea Namjoon was in on ALL the tea.

Thankfully you met Namjoon not long after, but now here you were in a museum in Italy, and just his luck, your ex just happened to work there.

“Y/n?” that pesky voice, Namjoon immediately intertwined his fingers with yours and leaned against you

“Oh my God, Y/n, I haven’t seen you in years.”

Yeah, he was totally going to make a scene if he got too close.

Namjoon deliberately pulled you away from him, enough for him to know you were avoiding him, making sure your ex watched as he kissed you. 

Jimin:

Jimin loathed your ex. 

Why did he have to be so damn bubbly, and more importantly why did he have to make it so hard to dislike him.

He was just all smiles and laughter like Hobi. 

Which marks the question, why the hell did you break up with him?

You mentioned once that it was because you lost feelings for him, but you guys were high school and college sweethearts.

All and I do mean all of your friends and family had mentioned how they were so sure you would marry him. 

It kind of irritated him… no, it for sure irritated him.

He told you that he was uncomfortable that you all slept under the same roof during reunions. (Your family’s loaded.)

You had told him that just because his family and friends thought those things a few years back doesn’t mean it was going to come true, nor did it mean your feelings for him would magically reappear.

He wanted to get along with him, he really did.

But it was just so hard for him when he knew that this man had you the same way he has you.

That he’s seen you, all of you. Experienced everything before him.

He can’t help it. It’s pure jealousy. Jimin is a very jealous and possessive person. 

But he would never put you in a tough situation, he understood that you and him were just friends.

Taehyung:

Your ex was a straight up psycho.

He had DM'd him on instagram harassing him to no end.

Spouting nonsense, but I mean you did technically leave him for Tae but still all nonsense.

I mean he had you cut off from your family, you being the fool in love, you believed everything he said to you.

Then you met Taehyung on a business trip.

Your ex believes Taehyung turned you against him.

I mean you can’t say he’s not crazy, your ex threatened to fly out all the way to Korea to ‘get you back.’

Taehyung, although he would never voice this outloud did fear that you would leave him for your ex.

Your ex was an excellent manipulator.

He was also handsome and very feminine looking.

He found a picture of you on his instagram where you're holding hands and he could only note how small his hands were in yours, or how he was significantly shorter than you both and you would lean down to kiss his cheek.

Basically everything Tae wasn’t.

His hands were big, and when it came down to it he was only two inches shorter than you.

You and your ex were the perfect instagram couple, but he was batshit crazy.

And well you know what they say, don’t believe everything you see on the online.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was completely insecure about your ex.

First of all, you were a bisexual male. So that alone meant he had more competition than if you were just gay.

And second you were married before him, with kids!!

You left your wife a long time ago before your kids were born, because you both just could never have peace.

You fought all the time and she would walk out on you several times to ‘scare you.’

You were both very toxic in that relationship, you decided for the sake of happiness and safety of your kids you would separate and have shared custody over them.

It’s better than the kids growing up in a bad home environment and watching their parents fight all the time.

Therapy hadn’t worked so what else could you do.

They would spend the school year with her and stay with Jungkook and yourself over the summer.

So far things were going great, now that the kids were starting to understand things they didn’t seem to have a problem with anything. They were happy.

There had never been a problem… with the kids.

It’s been very clear to him that your ex wife still had some kind of attachment to you and vice versa. 

She was the mother of your children, you would always have a special love for her.

That’s where the insecurity comes in.

Legally there are no ties between you and him. Hell you don’t even live together yet and you’ve been together for 6 years now. Your twins were eight.

(You met Jungkook two years after your twin's birth, yes you are older than him.)

So there was nothing stopping you from getting back with her and cutting him loose.

It was kind of a given that Jungkook worried that one day he’d wake up only for you to tell him that you were going to give your marriage another try. 

That was his biggest insecurity, that you would go back to your ex.

His other insecurity is that your ex would give you an ultimatum, him or the twins. He already knows where you stand.

You’d choose your twins over anyone and everyone.

He tolerates your ex but isn’t the biggest fan, especially at reunions. 

That’s where he’s the most jealous, you look like the picture perfect family. 

But at the end of the day he knows that you love him and the twins love him, and even though your ex can’t stand being in the same room as him, he has nothing to worry about. 

#bts x male reader #bangtan #bottom bts #bts imagines #male reader #jin x male reader #seokjin x male reader #yoongi x male reader #suga x male reader #jhope x male reader #hoseok x male reader #namjoon x top male reader #namjoon x male reader #rm x male reader #jimin x male reader #taehyung x male reader #V x male reader #jungkook x male reader

[borathae]

"They’re best friends, drunk on wine and with Hoseok's pornos running on TV. It was supposed to be a silly thing to pass the time while outside it storms. Hoseok suggested it and Yoongi agreed. What bad could come out of it? It’s just silly, little porn starring his best friend fucking someone who looks scarily simliar to Yoongi."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Vampire!Hoseok

Genre: Smut, hinted polyamory!AU, best friends with benefits

Warnings: Dom!Hoseok, sub!Yoongi, watching of Hoseok’s pornos, Yoongi being a shy blushing mess and Hobi being way too into him, exhibitionism in the form of Hobi confidentally being hard and rubbing his clothed dick, sex on a couch & against the wall & on a chair, multiple positions, drunk sex, making out, gentle finger sucking, neck worship, clothed frotting, handjob, anal fingering, big dicks because Hobi has his vampire dick out, slight anal fisting, passionate anal sex, lube kink, he stuffs Yoongi with so much lube, dirty talk, Hobi goes a lil feral, Yoongi drools like a happy bottom, and cries from pleasure, strength & slight size kink, hair pulling, creampies, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (Yoongi receiving), male squirting, cockwarming, slight subdrop at the end but Hoseok helps him get down gently, emotional conversations afterwards, also lmao the ending is funny hehehe, they’re just two best friends having drunk sex <3 we love them <3

Wordcount: 11.4k

a/n: i do not know where this idea came from. i do not know why it suddenly appeared. and i also do not know how ooc this feels for both of them but i honestly don’t think that it does <3 they had those vibes with each other in MV and i will now think about this smut wherever i go. have fun besties, or should i say good luck because help fnadnsf

Hoseok looks up from his phone, following Yoongi with his eyes as the latter walks back into the living room with a confident swing in his hips.

“The sweater looks good on you”, Hoseok says, sitting up.

“It’s scratchy around the neck”, Yoongi says, tugging the collar away.

“It’s real wool.”

“It’s itchy.”

“I know, that’s why I’m avoiding that sweater.”

“Why did you give it to me then?” Yoongi asks in a laugh, sitting down on the sofa. He pulls his legs up on the cushion, getting comfortable that way.

“Because all my other stuff is in the wash.”

“Yeah sure”, Yoongi scoffs, “fashionista Jung Hoseok ran outta clothes.”

Hoseok laughs and hands Yoongi a glass of the red wine he prepared. It was one of the many bottles of the witches’ wine he took with him. Laced with their magic, they are sure to make them as drunk as humans get on normal wine. Maybe even a little tipsier.

“Take this as my apology”, he says.

“Thanks”, Yoongi says, accepting the glass with an amused sparkle in his eyes.

Hoseok lifts his own glass and clinks it with Yoongi’s.

“Here’s to a hard day of work.”

“Mhm yeah.”

The two vampires have been working diligently the entire day. Hoseok wants to renovate his place and he asked Yoongi for help. The latter agreed instantly, arriving at Hoseok’s doorstep an hour later in his work clothes and cans of paint.

You and the others weren’t there to help. Seokjin and Emma were back in Gordes, running her perfume shop while the rest of you went on a romantic autumn holiday in New York. Yoongi didn’t really want to come and neither did Hoseok. The latter because of renovations and the first because he wanted to have some time alone. Not that he has been having a lot of alone time ever since you left three weeks ago. He spent almost every day at Hoseok’s place helping him with renovations. He was planning on going home tonight and watching a basketball game on TV all alone, but the weather had other plans.

So now here he is, sipping enchanted wine with Hoseok whilst outside it felt like the world was ending. Hoseok lit a fire in the time Yoongi showered upstairs and changed out of his dirtied work clothes into something comfortable from Hoseok’s wardrobe. The latter took a shower as well, even going so far as to spray new cologne onto his neck.

“So what you wanna watch?” Hoseok asks.

“The game, I told you. I don’t wanna miss it”, Yoongi says with a slight pout on his lips.

“Don’t worry”, Hoseok turns on the TV. The right channel switches on instantly, “I already prepared it.”

Yoongi glances at him, sending him a shy yet grateful smile. It was only really a lift of the corners of his lips, nothing more.

The two vampires share the bottle of red wine as the game progresses. They cheer when their teams scores, complain about the opposite team and talk about the game whenever someone did something really impressive.

By the time the game has finished, the weather got a little better, but they are properly drunk. Their cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and they are talking just a little louder than necessary. Hoseok also keeps giggling with every second word Yoongi says, throwing himself all over the place as if Yoongi was the funniest motherfucker he ever met. Bear in mind that Hoseok was a terribly sleepy drunk, but witches’ wine is special, leaving one happy and giddy no matter what kind of drunk you were. It was, after all, a magical intoxication.

So they two vampires have been properly happy, giddy and talkative. And in Hoseok’s case, also very creative.

“Hoba. What’s that?” Yoongi asks, watching the younger vampire stumble back into the living room after having disappeared upstairs to get something.

“My porn collection. You’re watching some.”

“Seriously? Why do I gotta watch your porn? Come on”, Yoongi whines, laughing as he does.

“Because they’re good”, Hoseok answers him, squatting down in front of the television, “now what decade are we talking? Nineties? Two thousands? The twenty tens?”

“You shot porn in the twenty tens?”

“I’m still shooting porn from time to time. What’s your point?” Hoseok says, looking over his shoulder.

Yoongi studies his face, scoffs and throws himself back on the couch, “nothing. You’re one strange motherfucker.”

“Fine. Nineties it is. Bear in mind, the nineties were a weird time for porn.”

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re making me watch your shit”, Yoongi mumbles, rubbing his hand up and down his face.

“You’ll like it”, Hoseok says as he slides a cassette into the player. He stumbles back after pressing play and drops on the sofa.

The movie starts playing. A cheesy porn music track introduces Hoseok and his co-star. A lady with obvious fake tits.

“That’s not even sexy. What is that editing? Why are you guys on the screen with seventy percent opacity?” Yoongi says between laughter. He is laying on the couch with his feet facing Hoseok and his own hands rubbing his tummy mindlessly. Every now and then, he runs one of his hands through his hair or reaches to the floor to lift his wine glass for a sip.

“Because it was the nineties, man. They were a weird time, okay?” Hoseok answers him, mirroring his position with the only difference that he is resting on his side and with his legs pulled into fetal position.

The movie isn’t as bad as Yoongi thought it would be. The storyline was nonsensical and dumb, but that was to be expected of porn. The acting was good however. Bear in mind that the moment Movie-Hoseok took off his clothes, the older vampire looked away and sat up just to kick real Hoseok gently.

“You’re so fucking weird for making me look at your dick on a big flat screen TV”, he hisses.

“Would you rather me show you the real one right now?” Hoseok throws back.

Yoongi glances at it, flusters and plops down again.

“Whatever”, he murmurs, switching his eyes back to the movie, “ah god, why do they gotta zoom in so close?”

“Yeah right?” Hoseok laughs.

It continues just like this. Yoongi watches the movie, sits up to complain about it to Hoseok only to end up watching again. The movie is a rather generic porn movie about a woman stealing the man’s (in this case it was Hoseok) carrots and him having to punish her for it. It was totally stupid, the dialogue was cringey and the camera work borderline criminal, but it was still very obvious that Hoseok knew what he was doing. By the time, the fourty minutes were over, Yoongi hadn’t complained about anything for fifteen minutes.

“And?” Hoseok sits up.

Yoongi glances at him. He is resting in fetal position by now, with his hands between his knees.

“Are you hard?” he gasps, widening his eyes in shock.

“Yeah duh”, Hoseok says, “shit makes me hard. Why? You’re not?”

“No?” Yoongi scoffs.

“Show me.”

“I’m not gonna show you my dick right now.”

“Well then, I’ll think you’re hard as fuck and just hiding it from me.”

Yoongi frowns. Hoseok drinks his wine with a cocky smirk on his lips.

Yoongi gives up with a sigh, rolling to his back to show off his crotch. He was – just as he had said – flaccid.

Hoseok pouts, “well, that’s disappointing. I thought my stuff is hot.”

“No offense, but it’s the nineties and I don’t like it when women get shoved around like that.”

“In my defence, I only did what I was told to do and I made sure she was good afterwards.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“It doesn’t make it hotter.”

“Yeah? I can change that. I got something else”, Hoseok says and gets off the couch. He takes out the cassette and switches to the DVD player, sliding in the right disk.

“Hoba no, I”, Yoongi sits up, “I watched your stuff. Why do I gotta watch more? It’s not gonna turn me on.”

“Yes it will, trust me”, Hoseok says as he switches around aimlessly in the start menu.

“Why the fuck do you wanna turn me on either way?”

“Cause I want you guys to finally accept that my shit is hot.”

“And I gotta be your first victim?” Yoongi asks in a laugh.

“Yes”, Hoseok says and presses play.

“Fuck, you’re such a weird dude”, Yoongi murmurs, resting back against the cushions in defeat.

The movie starts. Judging by the increased quality in both sound and picture, it must be one of his newer ones. Maybe early twenty tens.

“This one is kinda cool”, Hoseok explains as he hurries back to the sofa, “there’s five movies on there with different storylines, but the same theme and they’re all sorted into chapters.”

“Okay? And do I gotta watch all of that?”

“Yeah, you do. It’s just two and half hours.”

“Two hours and a half hours? Are you insane?” Yoongi almost yells the words, sitting up straight, “I don’t wanna look at your dick for two and a half hours.”

“Relax, we’ll just watch the first one and then go from there.”

“How long is the first one?”

“Just twenty minutes. They’re all of different lengths.”

“Fine”, Yoongi gives up, resting back against the pillows. He has his legs on the ground and his arms crossed in front of his chest, “the first one and that’s it.”

“Deal.”

The movie finally changes from showing the environment to showing Hoseok and his co-star. A man this time around. He is similar to Yoongi as far as his figure and height was concerned. He also shared the same hair colour as him.

Yoongi glances at Hoseok. The latter is grinning at him boyishly.

“Seriously?”

“What?” he asks, wiggling his brows knowingly.

Yoongi points at his own face, waving his hand around and widening his eyes, “seriously?”

Hoseok laughs, “only you see him like that.”

“Yeah sure”, Yoongi says and looks back at the movie.

The first chapter wasn’t very story heavy. It was just Hoseok and his co-star starting it off by covering each other’s bodies in oil and then rubbing various body parts against each other in a slippery battle for pleasure. It begins with heavy petting and making out, changes to mutual handjobs and frotting until his co-star gets on all fours and Hoseok begins exploring his hole.

That is when the real Hoseok glances at Yoongi. The latter notices instantly and looks at Hoseok.

“What?” he hisses, “don’t look at me.”

“You like it, don’t you?”

“Not like this. The camera work is good”, Yoongi says and looks away. He gulps down more wine and even goes so far as to prepare himself a new glass.

Hoseok watches him with a cocky grin on his lips and his hand rubbing his clothed boner mindlessly. It’s fun to watch Yoongi fight the power of the movie. Hoseok knew that starting a movie where the co-star resembles Yoongi will work. Especially when it’s one where his co-star is the one submitting. Hoseok watched Yoongi interact with you enough times to know that the Creator might not be as demanding and bossy as he lets strangers on. But Hoseok is not a stranger anymore. He took over for the role of best friend and knows Yoongi way too fucking well.

The movie changes from kinky anal exploration to Hoseok fucking his co-star’s ass fast and hard. Hoseok keeps sneaking glances at Yoongi, but the latter does an incredible job in hiding his emotions. Hoseok even keeps glancing at Yoongi’s dick, but not once does the older vampire seem to grow harder. Even if he sometimes catches his hips doing a little squirm on the cushion.

The movie ends with Hoseok creampieing his co-star and the camera zooming right in on it. Yoongi pulled a grimace of faux disgust as that happened.

“And?” Hoseok asks once the black screen fades in.

“It was okay, I guess”, Yoongi says dryly.

“Wanna watch more? It’s with the same dude”, Hoseok asks whilst in the background the second chapter already starts.

“I mean, it’s already started hasn’t it? You’re not gonna stop it now”, Yoongi hisses, but Hoseok knows better. He wants to continue watching.

“Yeah true, I wouldn’t have”, Hoseok says and does the unthinkable of turning up the volume.

Hoseok lets the movie run, watching it with his hand still massaging his own cock. He doesn’t care that Yoongi could catch him. On the contrary, the thought of being caught gets him off even better.

The second movie is about an experienced gay (in this case, Hoseok) wanting to help his shy roommate experience his first anal orgasm. It starts off with them kissing on their bed and Hoseok sucking on his neck. The making out scene goes on for about seven minutes and then switches to Hoseok fingerfucking his co-star’s mouth gently.

Hoseok sneaks a glance at Yoongi and widens his eyes. Yoongi is watching the movie intently and with his fingers tracing his own lips mindlessly. His cheeks are reddened. Hoseok can’t seem to look away. Yoongi, who instantly feels his gaze, looks at him.

“What?”

“You’re flushed.” 

“No, I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. You’re flushed.”

Yoongi pulls the sleeves of his sweater over his hands and cups his cheeks.

“No, I’m fucking not.”

“Yeah, you are”, Hoseok is smiling, scooting closer to Yoongi, “you’re flushed.”

“No, I’m not. It’s the wine.”

“You like it, don’t you? You like my movie.”

“I’m not flushed, okay? It’s the wine and it’s fucking hot in here and I’m wearing a stupid sweater”, Yoongi lies, tugging at the collar of his woollen jumper. 

Hoseok closes the distance between them until his chest touches Yoongi’s arm and he can rest his bent legs on his lap.

Yoongi stops fumbling with his clothes, tensing up at the contact. His eyes stare at the front almost obsessively, he is holding his breath.

Hoseok places his fingers under Yoongi’s chin and with a soft nudge, turns his head so he would face him. He travels his fingers from his chin along his reddened cheek just so he can tug a strand of hair behind Yoongi’s ear. Afterwards he travels his touch back to Yoongi’s chin, holding it safely between two fingers.

“You’re blushing”, Hoseok rasps, looking at Yoongi’s lips. Even they are pinker than usual, glistening in the dim lights, “I can see it.”

Yoongi doesn’t know what to say. He forgot how talking works. How breathing works. How anything at all works. He is hyperaware of two things only. Hoseok’s legs on his lap and his fingers holding his chin. In the background, Hoseok’s praises in the movie are filling Yoongi’s ears. They aren’t making it better. 

Hoseok looks up to meet Yoongi’s gaze, only to realise that the older vampire has his eyes lowered in utter coyness. The flush on his cheeks has intensified.

Hoseok looks back at his lips, glides his hand to Yoongi’s cheek to cradle it and closes the distance. 

The kiss is gentle. Nothing but lips against lips. Yoongi tenses up and gasps because of it. Hoseok feels how his lips tremble against his’ before they break away. He knew that Yoongi wouldn’t allow the kiss to last long, so he doesn’t feel surprised by it. 

He looks up, finally meeting Yoongi’s gaze even if it was clouded by embarrassment.

“Why did you do that?” he asks with his voice shaking slightly.

“Because I wanted to”, Hoseok answers him.

“Why?”

“Your lips look pretty tonight.”

Yoongi’s eyes flit down. His left hand comes up to rub the side of his neck. It was still hidden in the sleeve of his sweater. 

“Pink. And soft”, Hoseok continues, sliding his thumb over Yoongi’s upper lip, “and so tender”, he rasps, tracing his lower lip even if that makes Yoongi lower his head. 

Hoseok tilts it up with his other hand and two fingers under his chin, “I watched you play with them as you watched my movie.”

“No I didn’t.”

“I know you aren’t aware of it, but I noticed”, Hoseok whispers, pushing his thumb past Yoongi’s lips just enough that his teeth grace against it.

Yoongi tries to tilt his head away but Hoseok keeps him hostage with merely two fingers on his chin. He pushes deeper into Yoongi’s mouth until the tip of his tongue presses against the pad of his thumb. He feels wet and soft against him. Softer even than Hoseok imagined his tongue to feel like. 

He pushes further. Just past his knuckle. 

Yoongi lets out a small sound and moves away. His thumb slips out, leaving behind a string of spit down Yoongi’s chin. The latter reaches up to touch his own lips, doing so with both hands and only his pointer fingers peeking out of his sleeves. 

Their gazes meet and while Hoseok’s eyes are tainted in dark desire, Yoongi’s glisten in shy embarrassment. 

No words are exchanged. Yoongi forgot how to talk while Hoseok doesn’t want to waste time talking. Instead, he slides his right hand to the nape of Yoongi’s neck, forcing the latter to gasp and tilt his head back from the strong grip. Just enough that his lips part naturally and Hoseok can claim them in a kiss. 

A real kiss this time around. A real and passionate kiss. The kind of kiss which forces Yoongi to squeeze his eyes closed and to push at Hoseok’s chest as an attempt to flee. 

But Hoseok doesn’t let him flee. No, Hoseok slides his other hand to Yoongi’s cheek and uses the grip he has on him to push him down into the pillows. Yoongi falls against his will. The impact knocks out a small whimper, even if he didn’t want to whimper. 

Hoseok swallows it hungrily, sucking and nibbling on Yoongi’s lower lip while his body naturally finds its spot between Yoongi’s legs.

He pushes against him and begins grinding instantly. Yoongi breaks the kiss to gasp and tell him to stop, but he doesn’t get to because Hoseok kisses him again before he can. Yoongi squeezes his legs together, resulting in his cock to bulge more and therefore rub better against Hoseok’s. 

The small and helpless whimper he lets out taunts him as much as it turns Hoseok on. He releases Yoongi’s lower lip and dances his tongue over it. It feels swollen under it. Yoongi whimpers again. His lip is throbbing so much. Hoseok made it so sensitive. He parts his lips to gasp for air, but regrets it instantly as Hoseok claims his moment of vulnerability to feed him his tongue. Languidly and terribly sensual, he massages Yoongi’s tongue with his own, forcing the latter to reach up and grab a bundle of his sweater. 

Hoseok feels the older vampire shiver under him and then, as if someone pushed a button, he finally kisses him back. 

The feeling makes Hoseok moan. So that’s how Yoongi kisses. Holy fuck. Hoseok pushes him deeper into the cushions and increases the pressure of his grinds. Yoongi gasps and mewls shyly, but Hoseok doesn’t stop. He keeps rolling his swollen, hard cock against Yoongi’s equally as swollen cock. He thinks it’s such a turn on that he is so hard already. Finally, he can’t deny anymore how needy he is. Hoseok growls into the kiss and pulls Yoongi’s head closer with his hand on the back of his neck. It forces a trembling sigh to slip past his lips and for the kiss to break just enough that a string of saliva keeps them connected.

Hoseok opens his eyes, coming to the conclusion that Yoongi is staring up at him. His stomach churns in desire. Shy, yet utter submissiveness glistens in his dark brown eyes. Hoseok knows that Yoongi isn’t aware of the state of his eyes. Just as he wasn’t aware when his fingers played with his lips as he watched the movie. The flush of his cheeks has turned into a deep red by now. He is out of breath and clearly messed up. If he still had a heartbeat, Hoseok knows that it would be hammering against his ribcage right now. 

He lowers himself just a little, feeling his tummy flutter when that makes Yoongi tilt his head up and part his lips as he thought that he would kiss him again. Closer. Just a little. So he can watch it happen a second time. Yoongi isn’t even aware that he does it. Hoseok feels dizzy in desire. 

Who would have thought that the Creator looked so good like this. Hoseok was so scared of him in the past and now he has him gazing up at him with submission in his eyes and colour on his cheeks. 

He can’t bear it anymore. He has to kiss him again. And he does. Oh, how he does.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut and hooks his shaking hands behind Hoseok’s neck. He feels so dizzy. His lips are so sensitive and his cock is so swollen. And on top of that, Hoseok keeps feeding him his tongue in sensual kisses. He tastes like wine and desire. Yoongi feels so dizzy. Oh, he is so dizzy. 

Hoseok drops Yoongi’s head gently for the sole reason of needing to touch him more. He runs his big hand down his neck and collarbones, along his pecs and down his tummy until he has his waist between his fingers. Hoseok uses the grip to pull Yoongi against him and therefore send electric pleasure through their cocks. 

Yoongi mewls and grips Hoseok’s shoulders, while the latter growls and grips his hip. Just for one second because then he gets too desperate for more and begins tugging at Yoongi’s shirt. He knows that he has to work fast. If he gets Yoongi to think too much, he’ll get embarrassed and Hoseok doesn’t want him to be embarrassed. He wants him to feel ecstatic because of him. 

The kiss breaks because Yoongi broke it. 

“I don’t want this.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Is this a convince me ‘cause I pretend that I don’t care no or an actual no?”

“I don’t like being shirtless”, Yoongi confesses even if that makes his eyes burn in embarrassment.

“I get it”, Hoseok says and slides his sweater back down his torso. He grabs his pants instead, “is that okay?”

Yoongi closes his eyes and exhales shakily in nervousness in sync with his hips lifting off the pillows. 

Hoseok takes his consent and tugs down his pants, including his briefs. He doesn’t want to waste any time. Not when he is so delirious in desire. He shimmies down the couch between Yoongi’s legs as he takes off his pants. Once they are off, he throws them on the floor and takes the chance to take off his own pants. His eyes flit to Yoongi when his pants are just down enough that his well-groomed pubes are visible. The older vampire is staring at him with hunger in his eyes, pressing his sweater paws to his own cock to hide away. His eyes carry the same amount of desire they did when Hoseok caught him watching the movie. Speaking of movie. A new story started already, filling their ears with corny porn dialogue about how Hoseok’s cock can cure any kind of anal ache. Yeah, it’s corny. But neither of them really take it in. 

Hoseok because he is mesmerised by how hypnotised Yoongi seems by his cock and Yoongi, well, Yoongi because he is fucking hypnotised by Hoseok’s cock.

The latter changes into his favourite pose and makes a show out of taking off his pants. He has decades of practice, resulting in Yoongi to squeeze his legs together and part his lips. 

Hoseok’s cock springs free and hits his stomach. 

Yoongi gasps.

Hoseok wraps his long fingers around it and jerks it off slowly, letting out a languid moan. He squeezes the tip just so he leaks onto the couch. The scent of his arousal taints the air sweet. Yoongi gulps because of it. 

“So fucking hard”, Hoseok rasps and drops his heavy cock to instead take off his shirt. He feels no shame in being naked, showing off his body in sensual stretches. 

His shirt ruffles up his long hair a little, Hoseok’s fluffs it up again with his left hand while his right slides back to his cock. He poses by thrusting his hips into his own fist.

Yoongi is panting for air at the view. Hoseok thinks it’s adorable how mesmerised he is. His widened eyes follow his fingers obsessively and his cheeks are pink in desire. 

Hoseok climbs up the sofa again, connecting his hands with Yoongi’s waist just so he can feel him up. He does so with enough pressure that he feels Yoongi shiver and squirm.

He slides his hands over his pecs and past his shoulders, propping them up on each side of Yoongi’s head. 

Yoongi is wheezing for air quickly, looking up at him with nervous eyes. Hoseok thrusts his hips into Yoongi’s, forcing his cock to rub against his balls.

Yoongi lets out a gasp, reaching up to hold Hoseok’s wrists.

For just a second because then, Hoseok guides his right hand down to their middles to grab his own cock and guide it to Yoongi’s hole.

“Stop”, Yoongi gets out and grasps his hand.

“What?” Hoseok asks, holding Yoongi’s hand, “have you never been touched before?”

“Of course I have, don’t be ridiculous”, Yoongi hisses, squeezing his hand.

“So have you ever been touched like this before?”

“Yes, why do you care?”

“Well then, have you ever been touched there by a man?”

Yoongi lowers his eyes and Hoseok understands. 

“Relax. I’ll take it slow.”

And with that, he connects his lips with Yoongi’s neck. He slides his hand out of Yoongi’s faltering hold and places his palm over his cock. It is terribly hard, twitching into Hoseok’s hand upon first contact.

“I know what to do. You don’t gotta worry”, Hoseok whispers as he leaves kisses along the shell of Yoongi’s ear. He massages his cock skilfully, switching between fondling with his balls and rubbing his tip. It leaks each time Hoseok squeezes it. He picks up the sweet pearl of pleasure whenever it happens, using it to massage Yoongi where it feels really good.

Yoongi didn’t want to make sounds, but by the time the corny porn dialogue turned into sounds of a passionate handjob, it is getting hard not to. Yoongi glances at the television while Hoseok is lapping at his neck. The Hoseok in the movie is jerking off the co-star who looks like Yoongi while his fingers are in his ass. That is when Yoongi lets out the first moan.

Hoseok lifts his head, checking up on Yoongi. His eyes are racing over the pictures on the television. Hoseok sits up and then down on his heels, looking at the television as well. Of course Yoongi would moan at that. Now that Hoseok is massaging his cock. He looks at him now that Yoongi is distracted. Flushed and veiny. Of course. Dark, well groomed pubes against fair skin. Flushes of pink and red are scattered all over Yoongi’s inner thighs. Hoseok thinks that he looks so much better than his co-star. He picks up his cock and picks up the rhythm he has going on in the movie.

Yoongi writhes because of it, attempting to close his legs which results in them rubbing against Hoseok.

“Ah.”

The sound is filled with surprise and ecstasy, followed by a terribly shaky exhale and his hand falling over his eyes in embarrassment. It was still hidden in the sleeve of Hoseok’s sweater and right now, Hoseok wants to fucking rip it off of him for looking so good in it.

But he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t, because Yoongi doesn’t want to be shirtless. Instead he slides his left hand in between Yoongi’s legs and touches his rim. Yoongi tenses up and flinches away, reaching for his hand again.

“Don’t be nervous”, Hoseok whispers, “I’ll be careful.”

“You, you’re not d-doing that dry”, Yoongi stutters.

“Yeah right, I wasn’t planning to. I just wanted to get you used to it”, Hoseok says and abandons him on the couch, “lucky for you, I got lube in my movie box. Doctor Love knows what’s up.”

Yoongi watches him with a dizzy head. What the fuck is he doing here? What the actual fuck is he doing here? Yoongi feels nervous and jittery. He reaches down to get his wine. He finishes it in one go, even if he knows that he will regret that. He is already so drunk and that was so much enchanted wine. He’ll be such a mess. But then. Nothing will mess him up as much as what he does right now. He is letting Hoseok touch him. What the actual fuck.

“You won’t even feel a twinge of discomfort”, Hoseok says as he struts back to him confidently. His hand works skilfully to lube up his fingers.

Yoongi doesn’t answer him because he can’t. He has to keep concentrating on the warm buzz of alcohol in his head and not the nervous lump in his tummy.

Hoseok gets between Yoongi’s legs again. He wastes no time, connecting his lubed up fingers with Yoongi’s hole to massage it slowly.

Yoongi presses out a nervous “mh-hm” and squeezes his eyes shut, tilting his head back as his body instinctively tries to flee. 

His trembling fingers close around the pillows, holding them for support. 

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay”, Hoseok whispers soothingly, leaning down to kiss Yoongi’s neck again. He noticed that this makes the older vampire relax. Right now is no different. His once very clenched hole, relaxes within seconds after Hoseok starts kissing his neck. The latter continues what his lips are doing without speaking a lot, knowing very well that being spoken to would probably throw Yoongi off. Instead, he keeps kissing and sucking on his neck as his skilled fingers massage his hole and jerk off his cock. He keeps doing so until it feels heated and flushed under his fingertips and Yoongi’s cock keeps leaking onto Hoseok’s fingers and his own clothed tummy. 

He slows down his kisses on the spot where his ear meets his neck and pushes. Two of his fingers slip inside, knocking a surprised and very helpless “ahng”, out of Yoongi. 

“Relax”, Hoseok whispers, distracting him by massaging his frenulum, “you’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

Hoseok pushes inside until the last knuckle and begins searching for Yoongi’s prostate instantly. There shouldn’t be a chance for Yoongi to grow shy. He has to feel and experience the sensations and not rationalise them until he gets scared by them.

“Fuck.”

It was whispered and shaky. Nothing else follows from Yoongi’s lips.

Hoseok moans against Yoongi’s jawline, listening to the new vulnerable sound of pleasure the older makes. It was so quiet and filled with so much nervousness that Hoseok feels bad enough to lift his head and check on him.

Yoongi’s eyes are squeezed shut to the point of wrinkles and his puffy lips are gasping for air. His cheeks are glowing rosy and his forehead is carrying a faint layer of sweat. 

Hoseok’s cock throbs at the view. He wasn’t uncomfortable, he was enjoying this. 

Hoseok moans in ecstasy and connects his lips with the other side of Yoongi’s sensitive neck. Then he begins pumping his long fingers in and out of his hole, still searching for the spot which will make his legs shake. And Hoseok knows that his legs can shake. Yoongi gives off that kind of energy. Maybe not in the past, but Hoseok’s been his friend long enough to know better these days. He is sure that he can make him shake. 

He curls his fingers, massaging Yoongi’s walls. He is so warm and soft inside. Hoseok can’t wait to feel them around his cock. 

By now, the movie has progressed so much that the graphic sounds of Hoseok sucking a cock fills the air. It is so nasty that Hoseok almost loses his rhythm, while Yoongi doesn’t hear it because of his pounding head and the intense pleasure throbbing between his legs.

One move of Hoseok’s fingers and the pleasure explodes inside him with such intensity that his legs shake and his throat produces the most fragile moan. 

Yoongi feels Hoseok smirk against his neck, but he can’t do anything against it. He just has to take the constant wave of unbearable pleasure as Hoseok massages his prostate in a skilled and quick rhythm.

He found it. Hoseok knew that he could and yet the achievement still leaves him with an aching cock. Yoongi’s legs are shaking so much, his voice sounds so nervously submissive and his fingers can’t seem to stop grasping his arms desperately. He knew that he could get him like this, but he didn’t plan on it so soon. Not with the first touch already. Not so goddamn soon.

Hoseok wonders if it is because Yoongi has never been touched like this before and as he wonders, his cock throbs and the unbearable urge to make him see stars overcomes him. He slides another finger inside, pressing it against Yoongi’s prostate instantly before pumping his fingers in and out of him quickly. He makes sure to never break contact with his prostate and to start the movements from his wrist. It feels smoothest like this and way more intense than if he used his arm for it. And as he does, he makes sure to fuck his cock with a tight fist around him, using his slick for it.

Yoongi arches his back and scratches down Hoseok’s arms. Another helpless sound of pleasure slips past his lips. His trembling hands reach down and close around Hoseok’s wrist. They squeeze tightly, feeling clammy against his skin. He tugs and tugs until Hoseok has to let go of his cock to instead press his hand into the pillow beside Yoongi’s head. The latter moans and squeezes his wrist gratefully. The desperate clenching of his hole gets less and Hoseok wonders if Yoongi did what he did to prevent an orgasm. 

“Fuck, so hot”, Hoseok gets out in a breathy whisper, fucking his fingers even deeper. The thought that Yoongi might have been close already turns him on so much.

By now, Hoseok isn’t kissing his neck anymore but instead is blatantly staring at his face. Yoongi looks ruined from pleasure. Skin glistening and flushed, pouted lips constantly parted, dark lashes against tender skin and black long hair messily sprawled on the pillow. Hoseok thinks that Yoongi looks so much more delicate and pretty than he normally does. Like a pretty doll. Hoseok knows not to call him that, but if he could he would. A pretty, flushed doll. Made to shake and blush and squeeze around his fingers. 

Hoseok feels feral in lust. And because he does and Yoongi feels so relaxed around his digits, he slides another finger inside. His pinkie. The last one before Yoongi would takes his entire fist. Like this, his thumb presses into Yoongi’s swollen balls and his walls pulsate around him, desperately sucking him in for more.

Yoongi arches his back to its breaking point and then whimpers one word. One single word and it is enough for Hoseok’s vision to blur and for his lungs to fight for air.

He whimpers his name. Once. Quietly and with his voice pitched. 

And Hoseok swears that in this moment, he wants to take him until he can’t speak anymore.

He pushes his fingers deeper into Yoongi. He can feel him struggle around him. He knows how close to fisting this comes. He knows that Jungkook is into it and that he and Yoongi regularly do it that way, but Yoongi’s confession from before was enough that Hoseok is also aware that the latter never took a fist himself. So to watch Yoongi react by squeezing his wrist and moaning his name while his hole convulses in pleasure, makes Hoseok dizzy. 

“I wanna fuck you”, he presses out, grinding his wet cock against Yoongi’s shaking thigh. He twists his fist inside Yoongi’s pulsating hole, eliciting a pitched moan of pleasure from him. He is so tight around him and yet he is moaning so freely. “Please”, Hoseok pleads, “I promise I’ll be careful.”

Yoongi nods his head. This is everything Hoseok needed. Consent. He treasures that shit like nothing else.

“Fuck, thank you”, he moans and slips his fingers free. Yoongi’s hole closes slowly, pushing out the lube which Hoseok once fisted into him.

Another word leaves him, which forces Hoseok’s lungs to gasp for air.

“Please.”

It was whispered. Whimpered.

And Hoseok swears he can barely open the lube bottle because of it. He manages to do so with trembling fingers, spreading it on his cock messily. He is huge in his hand and it’s Yoongi’s doing. Hoseok normally has perfect control over his cock, growing and shrinking his cock whenever he wants to. So to stare at his full vampire cock, over which he had no control in its growing, fills Hoseok with an uncontrollable surge of pleasure. He is going to fuck this huge cock into Yoongi and show him what he is doing to him. He furrows his brows and stares at Yoongi’s middle. The latter has his eyes closed as he is fighting for air. His legs are propped up and squeezed closed in a way that would almost hide him from Hoseok. Even now he is so shy. Hoseok lets him stay in this position because the part he wants to ruin is so painfully exposed to him. His hole. He is so pink and wet. Hoseok can barely guide the lube syringe to his hole from shaking so much. Even there Yoongi is flushed. Hoseok has to swallow down the most sinful of words in order not to scare him away.

He slides the syringe into Yoongi’s hole and pushes. The latter finally reacts with a scared gasp and his legs closing further. He even reaches down and tries to feel for what Hoseok is doing.

“Relax. Don’t be scared”, Hoseok whispers.

“What…you doing?” Yoongi gets out and touches the syringe. He feels it up with trembling fingers, clenching around it.

“I know the lube’s cold, but I’ll warm it up soon. Just gotta make sure that you’re lubricated”, Hoseok tells him as he slides out of him, “when we were shooting porn, we always shot lube up our asses between takes to make it glide painlessly. Trust me, I know what I’m doing”, he explains as he sucks up another round of lube with the syringe. Once it is filled to the brim, he guides the tip back to Yoongi’s hole. He nudges his grabby fingers away from it and slides inside. Once deep deep inside, he pushes, covering Yoongi’s walls in an even thicker layer of lube.

“Stop”, Yoongi whimpers, shaking desperately at the sensation of being pumped full of cold lube, “it’s, it’s too much.”

“It’s not too much, you’ll love it. Trust me”, Hoseok assures him, sliding the now emptied syringe out of him.

Yoongi’s hole pushes out enough lube that it soaks the pillow. He clenches nervously, squeezing his legs together.

“It’s too much, it’s leaking out of me”, he complains in a shy whine.

“Hush, I know”, Hoseok says, closing the distance between their bodies, “that’s why I’ll be there. Relax”, he says and nudges his clenching hole with his cockhead.

Yoongi presses out a shaky, “fuck” and relaxes his muscles.

“There we go”, Hoseok says, wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s legs to use his once shy position to his advantage. He squeezes around them, forcing his legs to bend by their knees. Once folded in half, Hoseok uses his leverage on them to lift his hips until they rest on his lap. And then, only then, does Hoseok part Yoongi’s legs to guide them around his waist.

Yoongi opens his mouth to complain, but he doesn’t get to because Hoseok shuts him up by sliding his cock into him slowly. Carefully. Inch by inch. He fills him out with his cock. His hands caress his inner thighs, his abs continuously flex as he clearly fights his urges to drill him violently.

Yoongi feels tears escape his eyes and a whimper slip from his tongue. He squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back as best as the cushion allows him to. His hands search for Hoseok’s. The latter meets him in the middle and allows him to squeeze him to the point where it hurts just a little.

“Does it hurt?” Hoseok asks.

Yoongi shakes his head vigorously.

“Mhm, it’s new. I get it”, Hoseok speaks soothingly, caressing Yoongi’s knuckles while his cock still slides inside. Almost done. The amount of pressure around his cock drives Hoseok crazy, but he knows not to rush, “I’m almost in.”

Hoseok bottoms out. By now, the movie has switched to the fourth chapter. Hoseok is talking in the background about how he is known for taking shy boys’ virginities.

The sentence rings in both their ears. Yoongi peels his eyes open to see if Hoseok is looking and closes them right away because their gazes met.

“It’s true, you know?” Hoseok says and places himself over Yoongi’s body. He takes his hands with him, pushing them into the cushion above his head, “and I’m so gentle with it”, he whispers.

Yoongi rolls his head to the side, spilling silent tears. Hoseok leans down and kisses them away, abandoning his hands to instead caress the crown of his head in sync with his hips finally beginning to move.

Slow. Terribly slow. Just small movements back and forth. To get him used to it. He is so tight. Yoongi reacts by lifting his head off the cushions just once before dropping it again and letting out a nervous “ahmhm”. 

“Relax. You’re okay. Everything’s okay. You’re okay”, Hoseok whispers, “does it hurt?”

Yoongi shakes his head, letting out another shy sound. His hands lift from the cushions, grasp Hoseok’s shoulders, squeeze and drop into the cushions again. So nervous. He doesn’t even know what do to with his hands. Hoseok rewards him with deeper movements and his fingers scratching his scalp soothingly.

“Ah.”

“You’re good. Everything’s okay”, Hoseok whispers, letting out a desperate moan, “that’s it, you’re doing so good.”

His hips show Yoongi exactly what he has been missing out on. What any of your little poly family has been missing out on. Yoongi may be the first to experience it, but Hoseok knows for a fact that soon he’ll have you and the others come knocking on his door as well. Good. He doesn’t want to be excluded from all the fucking. Not anymore.

He moves smoothly, using his decades old experience as a dancer to his advantage. Deep and strong. Not fast. Calculated. And with enough strength behind them that the impact of his body against Yoongi’s is loud. Skin against skin. The drenched nature of Yoongi’s hole adds wet squelching sounds to the sinful music. Truly, he is so wet inside. Hoseok is glad that he went with two portions. Truth is, one would have been enough, but Hoseok is a sucker for filling his bottoms with lube. They get so wet and so relaxed because of it. No ounce of friction, just wet, slippery fucking. And he wanted to give Yoongi the wettest fuck ever. He deserves it. He deserves to get his hole fucked by huge cock, but for it to happen without even a second of discomfort. And he knows that Yoongi isn’t hurting, because despite his supernatural size, Yoongi hasn’t clenched in discomfort once. All he has been doing is tremble and flutter and pulse around his cock while he is scrambling up the lube inside him.

He chases the pleasure it brings him, because trust that Hoseok feels high right now.

“You’re so tight”, he rasps against Yoongi’s neck, “and you wanted to tell me that I used too much lube. Hah fuck”, he laughs deeply, gliding his tongue up his neck until he can whisper against his ear, “if I didn’t fill you up, you’d just be way too tight.”

Yoongi shudders and lets out an embarrassed whine. His legs shake around Hoseok’s waist, his feet rest on his back and his toes keep curling each time Hoseok slams his cock against his prostate. He can feel how wet he is. Hoseok is fucking it out of him. His cock is so huge that it was unavoidable. There is just too much in his hole, lube was bound to squirt out of him eventually. It’s just so embarrassing because it happens each time Hoseok bottoms out. The wet sin is sticking to Hoseok’s pubes and is smearing all over Yoongi’s buttocks. Yoongi doesn’t know what else to do other than whine again and throw his arms around Hoseok. Not to hug, but to dig his nails into his back.

“That’s it, hold onto me”, Hoseok encourages him and rewards him with faster movements. He still keeps them deep and strong, but he adds just enough rhythm to them that the once two seconds of bliss where his tip hit his prostate turn into a constant wave of ecstasy. And as that happens, Yoongi swears that he loses a part of himself because holy shit it feels so good that he doesn’t know what to do anymore. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t.

“Hoseok.”

His name leaves Yoongi as the only thing his body was able to do. His nails leave marks down his back and up again. They heal within seconds, but the deep burn remains.

“Yeah, you just keep moaning my name. I fucking love that”, Hoseok speaks in a dark voice. The kind of voice, which doesn’t sound like him at all and which makes Yoongi wish for his friend back. This isn’t him. This isn’t Hoseok. Not him. When he talked about being Doctor Love and starring in porn, Yoongi expected his movies to be goofy and borderline cringey. He expected his perverted and way too funny friend to be just as goofy and perhaps even a little terrible in bed. Can one blame him? Doctor Love is a ridiculous name.

So to be brought to the point of shaking legs and a non-functioning brain by none other than him feels like a fucking acid trip to Yoongi.

This isn’t Hoseok.

But then. This isn’t him either. All of this. This isn’t Yoongi.

He is taking cock up his ass. Not strap, but actual cock.

The Hoseok in the background movie is currently talking about how tight the boy’s virgin ass feels and here lies Yoongi with his legs around Hoseok’s waist and his virgin hole filled out by his cock as the Real Hoseok is growling against his neck. Why Hoseok? Out of all the men in his life it was Hoseok who was going to take this first? Holy fucking shit, Yoongi’s life became a series of unforeseen and twisted events.

And the most twisted part of it all?

He fucking loves it so much that he is crying messy, pathetic tears and enjoying every fucking second of doing so. He begins to meet Hoseok’s movements, doing so sloppily and with little coordination. It feels so good. It feels so fucking good.

“Stop that”, Hoseok orders him, slowing down his hips, “you’re messing up my rhythm.”

“Deeper, I need it deeper.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” Hoseok says and picks him up. It is hilarious. The two vampires are relatively the same height and build and yet right now, Yoongi feels tiny and fragile in Hoseok’s arms.

He falls into Hoseok, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in the crook of his neck. This isn’t him and yet he can’t stop. Not when Hoseok turned off any sense of sanity with just one press against his prostate.

“That’s it, hold onto me”, Hoseok encourages him and climbs off the sofa. He uses his powers for a second to get to the next best wall as quickly as possible. He couldn’t bother to walk, all he wants is to fuck Yoongi against a wall.

And he does. Oh how he does. Yoongi wails up in ecstasy, throwing his head back and gripping Hoseok’s shoulders as the latter bounces him on his huge cock. He is naturally taller than Hoseok in this position, feeling the latter nose at his clothed chest. He hates that he is wearing a sweater right now, but he is too weak to say anything. It feels so good to be fucked.

Hard, fast and rough. Hoseok doesn’t hold back anymore. Or maybe he is, but even if he is, Yoongi feels in heaven, letting the younger vampire bounce him on his cock gladly.

“I fucking love that ass”, the Hoseok in the movie moans.

“Yeah, that’s right”, the real Hoseok agrees, “fucking love that ass.”

“Ah, please”, Yoongi begs and shakes like crazy. His legs aren’t working anymore. They are flopping around each time Hoseok moves. The only thing still keeping them in this position is the hold Hoseok has on them. His cock keeps rubbing against Hoseok’s stomach. His skin feels so smooth against his cockhead, his muscles are so defined. Yoongi doesn’t want to, but is constantly leaking white, creamy desperation because of it. Or maybe it’s because Hoseok is drilling his ass to the point where Yoongi is scared that he might gape afterwards. He knows from fucking Jungkook that roughly, how open and loose hole can get if you fuck it hard enough. And he also knows that Hoseok has his vampire cock out, because unless Hoseok’s human cock is crazy huge, the cock in his ass feels massive. He thinks of his near future for a moment. Once both of them orgasmed and the sex had to end. That future. He thinks of how he is going to gape and how he never gaped before. He feels painful embarrassment then. For only a second because then Hoseok fucks his cock into him again and his brain turns off.

Yoongi collapses into Hoseok. His face naturally falls into the crook of Hoseok’s neck, drool escapes his mouth, he can’t stop it from happening. He has his eyes half lidded and he knows for a fact that they are just a little crossed. Thankfully nobody sees him right now.

“Hoseok”, he whimpers.

“I fucking love my name like this”, Hoseok growls, “fuck, you drive me fucking insane. Say it again, fucking say it again”, Hoseok encourages him, thrusting into his ass in three deep and angry strokes. He needs to punish him for making him feel so good that his legs are shaking.

“Hoseok…”

“That’s it. Fuck yes”, Hoseok moans, tightening the grasp on Yoongi just so he can change positions. It’s getting too hard to stand. He uses his powers again. Fucking like this is amazing. So freely and without any restraints. No human fragility has to be considered or even the tenderness of younger vampires. This is Yoongi. The one who created the vampiric race and whose body can withstand far more than the rough handling of a seventy year old vampire. And Hoseok feels drunk on power.

He hurries to the armchair, turns it so the backrest was facing the television and places Yoongi atop of it by his knees. He bends him over so he has to hold onto the edge of the backrest. Then he steps onto the chair with one foot and fucks his cock back into Yoongi’s gaping hole.

Yoongi takes the new position with shaking gratitude. His vision is blurred by tears of pleasure, but focused on the television in front of him. Just nine feet from where he is getting drilled, he can watch Hoseok’s veiny cock stretch open flushed hole and in this moment, it feels as if he is watching a livestream of what is being done to him.

“I’m cumming”, he wails and buries his face in the edge of the backrest.

“Fuck. Shit. Do it”, Hoseok spits, gawking at Yoongi’s hole. He knows his movies are hot, but to think that this is what would set off Yoongi makes Hoseok want to nut right with him. Not that he is going to. No, he isn’t done with him.

“Now”, Yoongi screams and begins shaking so uncontrollably Hoseok feels bad for a second. He looks so fragile and vulnerable like this. Hoseok feels so, so bad to drill him that hard. Only for a second though, because then the feral urge to fuck and fuck and fuck him overcomes him. Yoongi’s pink hole is pulsating around his huge cock. He can see it so perfectly. And between Yoongi’s trembling legs a puddle of white cum is forming on the armchair, telling him just how hard the older vampire is climaxing. He is also terribly tight, but Hoseok keeps fucking. He bruises Yoongi’s hips because of how hard he is gripping him, pulling a grimace of angry pleasure as his long hair is getting more and more soaked in sweat. It’s running down his torso as well, giving his abs and perky nipples a sinful glow to it. The shine of the television only accentuates his shape. Hoseok stops admiring his own body to instead admire Yoongi’s. Fragile torso still hugged by his sweater and buttocks flushed from impact, he looks so utterly destroyable. Hoseok looks at the way his pink hole moves around his cock. It is still tight, but less than before.

Hoseok picks up speed again, forcing Yoongi to arch his back and throw his head back.

“I know. Tight”, Hoseok growls, “put I fucked enough Gluttons to know that you guys aren’t satisfied with one, so take it. It’s worth it.”

“Please”, Yoongi hasn’t talked much ever since this started, but what he said has always been honest, “please don’t stop.”

“Fuck”, Hoseok didn’t expect that.

Yoongi begins fucking back, doing so with his ass presented in a perfect arch and his fingers gripping the chair to the point of ripping it.

“Shit, hah”, Hoseok’s voice pitches as his hips stutter. This he expected even less. For Yoongi to willingly beg for more and for his body to showcase his desperation. It’s messing with his head, “holy shit”, Hoseok presses out and grabs a bundle of Yoongi’s soaked hair. He uses the leverage to push his head down and into the edge of the backrest. Like this, Yoongi rests on his cheek and drools all over the cushion.

“I wanna break you, I wanna fucking ruin you, holy fuck I’m so fucking into you”, Hoseok chants with ruby eyes and his cheeks covered in dark veins, “I’m so fucking into you. Holy fuck, Yoongi. Fuck, your name sounds perfect like this. Yoongi, argh Yoongi.”

He keeps talking as he keeps fucking. Angrily and like an animal. No human could withstand this. How the chair is still keeping up with it, will always stay a mystery. But Yoongi can. Yoongi with his gaping, wet hole and tears streaming down his face can withstand this. Yoongi with his fingers ripping the armchair and his cock continuously leaking thick white pleasure wants to withstand this. And Yoongi with his scalp burning from getting his hair tugged and with his lungs working just a little less well because Hoseok keeps pressing him into the chair hopes that this won’t ever stop.

The movie has stopped by now. Now, only the start menu stares back at Hoseok. Him with his hard cock out whilst in the background snippets of the movies repeat over and over again. A hundred and fifty minutes. He has been fucking Yoongi for two hours and thirty fucking minutes and it hasn’t gotten boring at all. And here Yoongi wanted to complain about the length. 

“I have to cum”, Yoongi confesses with his voice so not entirely his’. Hoseok knows Yoongi as someone with a deep voice. A calm voice with a timbre that feels as if it could lull you to sleep in relaxation or make you cum with just a few words. Not in a million years would he have imagined him to produce such squeaky sounds. And he loves it, fucking him even harder just so he can make him squeak as he cums.

Yoongi begins convulsing and shaking, “now, please, now.”

“I’m not stopping you”, Hoseok encourages him and the last thing he does before Yoongi breaks is write his name against his swollen prostrate.

Yoongi orgasms with a squeak. Just like Hoseok wanted.

“Yeah that’s it, that’s fucking it”, Hoseok growls with his fangs on display. He slams into Yoongi, pulling his fragile hips onto his cock to make it ever more intense.

“Oh god”, Yoongi chokes out and begins sobbing, “I have to- I’m sorry.”

“What do you- oh”, Hoseok feels lost for words. Yoongi’s once white cream changes colours, turning more and more into translucent liquid until it is all that is left. It leaves Yoongi’s cock each time Hoseok fucks into him and therefore makes his body convulse. It is already running down the chair by now, soiling Hoseok’s foot and the floor.

“Ah, ah I’m sorry, ah, oh god, ah”, Yoongi wails, shaking against his will.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit. You. Are. The hottest motherfucker ever”, Hoseok moans and throws his head back. He squeezes his eyes shut, “holy shit, you’re making me cum”, he growls and overcome by one last surge of power, he tugs Yoongi up until he can wrap his arms around him and press his lips against his sweaty neck. He smells like his cologne, ecstatic pleasure and fresh sweat. Hoseok inhales the scent like an addict. Like this, his fangs tickle his skin.

Hoseok climaxes just like this. Holding Yoongi, inhaling his pleasure-drenched scent and making him squirt until Hoseok drew out even the last harsh movement.

The two vampires fall on the floor afterwards. It was Hoseok’s doing. He lost balance and tugged Yoongi right with him. The latter is his little spoon, shaking in his arms as Hoseok purrs and kisses his neck. His cock is still plugging him up, hard but very obviously human sized. It honestly feels like nothing is in his ass right now, until Hoseok moves it just right and rubs it against his abused prostate. Yoongi flinches each time it happens, but he doesn’t want it to end. It feels so good and once those bolts of overstimulation stop for good, it will mean that Hoseok slipped out and his hole is gaping. Filled with lube and cum, it is most definitely going to leak. Yoongi is scared of that happening.

“This was fucking amazing”, Hoseok lulls, kissing the shell of Yoongi’s ear, “was it good for you?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi croaks. Shame begins to bubble in his stomach. Shame for showing himself like this.

“That’s good to hear”, Hoseok says and lets out a content sigh.

“Hoba, I’m dropping”, Yoongi chokes out.

“You are? Hey”, Hoseok gasps and tries to slip out.

“No. Don’t leave. I-I’ll leak and, and gape and, and I c-can’t do, do that. I can’t. I-“

“Okay, hey I get it”, Hoseok assures him, pressing himself as close as possible just so Yoongi can feel how stuffed he still was, “do you feel that? You’re still filled up.”

“Don’t stop”, Yoongi gets out and rolls to his tummy just enough that his nose is pressed against the floor.

Hoseok chases him, making sure to keep his cock inside as he snakes his arms around him. He pulls him against his chest, rubbing his tummy gently.

“I won’t stop. I can stay hard for a really long time. Promise, you can warm my cock for as long as you need to. Doctor Love can be Doctor Aftercare as well.”

Yoongi laughs even if he thinks that the joke was dumb. Like this, he doesn’t feel ashamed anymore. As a matter of fact, he even feels good. Hoseok laughs with him.

“Fuck”, Yoongi presses out, “fuck, you’re such an idiot.”

“Yeah, probably. You gotta admit though, I can fuck.”

“I guess.”

“What do you mean I guess? Dude, I just made you squirt.”

Yoongi nudges Hoseok’s stomach with his elbow.

“You’re a fucking ass. Don’t make fun of me”, he hisses.

“I’m not”, Hoseok assures him and takes his once attacking arm to instead pin it onto the floor by his wrist, “it’s just that I’ve never made a man squirt before. That shit was hot as fuck.”

Yoongi likes having his hand pinned down, he also likes feeling Hoseok’s cock move as they play wrestle and he likes the conversation. Hoseok doesn’t judge him for the kind of things he is most ashamed of doing in front of someone who isn’t you. Yoongi won’t ever tell him, but it means the world to him.

“Yeah well, I’m not a man.”

“Yeah right, you’re a slut.”

“Shut up”, Yoongi hisses and tries to fight Hoseok again.

The latter laughs and pins him down. Yoongi merely did it so he could feel his cock shift inside. He won’t ever confess it. He wiggles again, but Hoseok pins him down and begins nibbling at his neck. Yoongi grows slack, closing his eyes.

“I still can’t believe that I was your first.”

“You weren’t my first. ___ was.”

“Yeah right. I was still the first man.”

“Whatever.”

“How come?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re officially dating Kook. Why didn’t he take you first?”

“Because… I don’t know”, Yoongi is whispering, “I’m scared to show myself like that in front of him.”

“He wouldn’t judge you.”

“I know, but I’d feel weird. He looks up at me. I feel…weird at the thought of being like this with him.”

“I get it. It’s a power thing. You don’t wanna be the one he has to take care of ‘cause until now, you were always the one to coddle him.”

Yoongi cranes his neck to look at Hoseok.

“What?” Hoseok asks.

“Since when are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like…not a constant idiot pervert.”

Hoseok furrows his brows, “ouch”, he says, nudging Yoongi, “I know I suck at being serious, but damn you really had to hit me where it hurts the most, didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry”, Yoongi says honestly, “I didn’t wanna hurt you. I just…” he studies Hoseok’s face. It is sweaty and glowing from sex and his long hair is sticking to parts of it. Yoongi always thought that Hoseok was handsome, but tonight he feels almost unbearably drawn to him, “…I get it. I’m bad at it too. I act cold to cope and you joke around. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

“I accept your apology”, Hoseok says and grins, “no but seriously, it’s okay dude. I know you didn’t mean any harm in it.”

“Good”, Yoongi says and turns away to relax while Hoseok cuddles into him.

“We could open another bottle of wine. What do you think?” he suggests.

“I gotta leave soon.”

“You’re not leaving tonight. It’s storming like a bitch again and you’re still too drunk to drive.”

“Then I’ll walk.”

Hoseok laughs, “don’t be ridiculous. You’ll get wet and cold. I can make you wet and blissed out.”

“You want me to stay over?” Yoongi asks as calmly as possible even if Hoseok’s words make his head dizzy.

“Yeah, stay over. Drink more wine, get drunker, maybe watch another one of my movies and fuck again”, Hoseok says and rolls his hips gently, “let’s not get sober already.”

Yoongi understands what Hoseok means by that. Being sober means that this is gonna end. The ruthless, dumb fucking is over once their heads are cleared from the wine. Maybe Yoongi doesn’t want this to happen yet.

“Fine”, he says, “but you gotta promise me not to tell anyone. Just once please keep it to yourself.”

“I promise. I’ll keep it a secret.”

“I trust you on that.”

“When have I ever broken your trust?”

Yoongi stay silent.

“Exactly”, Hoseok says, “now tell me how long you still need to cockwarm me ‘cause I’m thirsty for more wine.”

Yoongi scoffs, “you’re a fucking idiot. Just get up, but don’t look.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Despite Yoongi’s dreams of keeping their night a secret, it gets exposed the next day. Not by Hoseok – hell, this man was ready to take the secret to the grave – but by none other than you and the others returning from your holiday and running to check on them after hearing very worrisome noises from his bedroom. Yoongi didn’t come home. He didn’t pick up his phone. Of course, you went looking for him at the place you figured he would be. Hoseok’s renovations were known to you all, just as much as Yoongi’s willingness to help. You all ran, taking two steps at the time. The door opened easily, revealing the probably most shocking view to your eyes.

Yoongi and Hoseok tangled under the fluffy duvet in rough missionary, three empty bottles of wine scattered on the bedroom floor and their bodies drenched in sweat. By now, Yoongi was wearing one of Hoseok’s tanktops while the latter was still naked. They never went to sleep, their bodies were still buzzing in booze. You all screamed, then yelled, then they complained while you stuttered in shock until it ended in laughter and you leaving them to finish up.

Yoongi stays out until late into the night. He hopes that you are sleeping already. You aren’t, calling him into the sitting room, the moment he passes it.

“So, you and Hobi. Wanna tell me how that happened?”

“Why did you stay up? Go to bed, this is so embarrassing to talk about”, he whines.

You wiggle your brows, “Boongie, go on tell me everything.”

“No. I’m hungover. We drank five bottles of the witches’ wine, I’m dying.”

“And you don’t think that it could be because he has been railing you for one night and an entire day?” you ask him, studying his ruined form. He wasn’t even able to button up his pants properly.

“Fuck, shut up.”

“I’m not shutting up until you tell me how that happened.”

“We got drunk, okay?” Yoongi is embarrassed, but not ashamed. You know him. He is blushing like crazy, not only from the afterglow of the wine and the sex, but also from being shy, but he wasn’t ashamed. Not in front of you. Never in front of you, “he showed me his pornos and I just…they excited me, alright?”

“Ooooh okay, that’s shocking”, you get up to hurry to him in happy skips, “don’t tell me that his films are actually good”, you say and touch his tummy.

This simple touch was enough to break Yoongi’s composure. He is with you again. His safe space.

“I kid you not” he says and giggles, “they were really fucking hot”, he whispers as he shares the secret with you. He even leans in to whisper it into your ear. You tilt your head so he can reach you better.

“Yeah?” you giggle with him, “I can’t believe that they actually are. And is he a good fuck?” you are whispering too.

“Yeah, a really good one. He fucked my ass. Multiple times. I think I actually saw god.”

“Ooh Boongie, that sounds amazing. Tell me more. Wait. Doesn’t that mean that he was your first real cock? Holy moly, it does! Oh my god, Boongie tell me everything”, you say as you drag him to your magic kitchen by his hands, “tell me, tell me, tell me.”

“Do I gotta? I’m so hungover, I just wanna knock out”, he whines, following you gladly despite his complaints.

“That’s why I’ll be making you something while you talk. I promise, I know just the remedy against witchy hangovers. You talk, I cook and then I tell you all about New York as you fall asleep. I’m still jet lagged as fuck anyways, I can’t fall asleep.”

“Okay fine”, he gives in with a happy skip in his steps, “but I wanna lie on your couch as you work.”

“Of course, I’ll even tug in your horny ass.”

“Don’t call me that”, Yoongi complains, making you snicker.

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[namjoonboo]

Can you write a suga x male reader where him and Bts are practicing for their performance and male reader is watching suga dances and he starts to feel horny, also suga is a power bottom in this

Interesting dances..

Suga x male reader

Warnings: power bottom! Suga, sub top male reader, smut, daddy kink, praise kink, edging, overstimulation, horny! Male reader, teasing.

A/N: sorry for not responding to this request,, I have been busy lately and I'm making this fic with my silly friend 😇

Support my silly friend guys1@!!1:

@ang3lcutie

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Suga was practicing for a concert about one of their songs from 2016 called "Youth" with the other members. Suga was teasing Y/N right now before their practices. Suga put his knee on Y/N's crotch and rubbed his knee. "Oh my god Suga.." Y/N said closing his eyes and suga had his head on Y/N's neck. Y/N could feel Suga warm breath.

"When we and the others are done practicing, the video will be up on YouTube. I hope you watch it." Suga said in a teasing voice pulling Y/N closer to him. Y/N blushed deeply as Suga left hickeys on Y/N's neck.

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Y/N opened up YouTube on his phone. And he went to Bts's new video. Since Suga told him to watch their practice video. Y/N clicked on the video to be surprised with their dancing moves. "Woah" Y/N thought to himself and flushed. But Y/N's eyes landed on Suga. Y/N couldn't keep his eyes away. Y/N gulped and pressed his thighs together and bit his lip. "God dang.." Y/N said quietly as he watched Sugas moves.

Y/N's hand slowly went down and down and down slowly. Y/N took a deep breath and started to, well tease himself. "Ahh..~" Y/N said deeply as he took his cock out of his boxers. Y/N started to pump his cock up and down as he saw Suga dancing so sexy..

Y/N heard the door open and Y/N quickly turned off his phone and Y/N looked up to see Suga looking at him. "Wha- why are you here..?" Y/N said shocked taking his hand off his cock. "What are doing..?" Suga said questioning. He then saw Y/N's cock out of his boxers and Suga then gave Y/N a teasing smirk. "Ooh~ Y/N? Are you touching yourself without me? Oh you naughty boy..~" Then Suga started to walk towards Y/N to tell him to get out from his chair. And to wait for him to get the lube. "This is what you get for being a bad boy Y/N~" Suga said finding his lube bottle and going towards Y/N.

Suga told Y/N to stay right were his is and Y/N obeyed him. Suga pushed Y/N on their bed. And Suga crawled up to Y/N and put his lips against Y/N's own lips. Suga pulled Y/N more closer and roughly kissed him. Y/N moaned and put his hands on Sugas shoulder's. "What's my name baby?" Suga said making Y/N look at himself. "Daddy.. your name is daddy.." Y/N said looking into sugas eyes. "Good boy.~ but I'm still going to punish you for touching yourself without me.." Suga said taking off the cap of his lube and putting some on his hand and putting some on Y/N's big cock and his hole.

Y/N moaned deeply as he could feel Suga going down on him. "Daddy!!~" Y/N said trying to keep in his moans. Suga went more rougher and deeper. "Ur so big baby~" Suga moaned out in a deep voice. Y/N was about to cum but then suga said "uh uh, you aren't going to cum now.." Suga was basically edging the hell out of Y/N. "Now come here good boy~"

After all of this, Y/N's cock was very sore. But Suga enjoyed edging him.

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Made by namjoonboo on February 15th 2023

#bts #dom male reader #male reader #bts x male reader #top male reader #smut #fanfic #suga yoongi #yoongi #suga #bt21 #sub top male reader #power bottom

[kithtaehyung]

ahhh here are the freebies by me and @/7bogoshipda (twt!) an army reached out to us and asked permission to make them free prints, so we okay’d them beforehand. if you’re going to the bangkok shows and manage to find them, i would love to see pictures. they came out so well!

#i made all the top ones except top right #and then the bottom two of the lower pic are also mine #laura made the rest #ahhhh i’m glad to still be on tour🥺 #*ryengfxtalk #studioryen #suga agust d tour #agust d #yoongi #bts

[bubblegumbunn]

His touch was electric. Good girl. Stemming from his fingertips into the very center of my being. Every touch, every breath, every glance fueling the fire inside until i implode. An passionate inferno fanned by his words. Just like that. My body, like live wire, thriving on his energy. His very presence igniting my soul and setting my body alight. His hands holding me with a firm but gentle caress as he nips and mouths at my skin. Just give in. His voice calls me deeper into him as his scent pulls me farther into that hazy bliss. Bound to him, I offer myself in reverence to his love. I want you just like this willing and open to me. I want to ruin you for anyone else. I believe him. No one will ever be able to entrance me like he has. How could they? My body reacts to him like no other man has ever done. You’re mine. Mine to hold. Mine to fuck. Mine to break and build up. Mine to love and cherish. Only mine. He claims me as his own. I am His and as He is mine.

I tried really hard on this hope you enjoy.

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[oniysugatop]

he’s perfect

#bottom hoseok #topyoongi #dom yoongi #hoseok

[tkymficrecs]

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