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Abyss 💫 4: I don't think I can wait any longer

Campus fuckboy Taehyung likes to break hearts. After Jungkook falls victim to Taehyung’s games, Seokjin—who is in love with Jungkook—decides to take revenge by making Taehyung fall in love, and giving him a taste of his own medicine.

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💫 Seokjin x Taehyung, Seokjin x Jungkook

💫 word count: 11.3k

💫 friends & strangers to lovers, college au, hurt comfort, smut, angst, poly, nsfw, 18+

💫 warnings: rough blowjob, degradation, humiliation, daddy kink, impact play (slapping and spanking,) primal play, play fighting, pain play, breath play, anal play with toys, anal sex, orgasm control & denial, bad aftercare practice (aka none when there should be some!) catching feelings, welcome home cheater.

💫 note: the smut in this chapter is very intense, with a lot of pain play. please proceed with caution.

💫 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

💫 posted may 2022 | read on ao3

Seokjin wakes and stretches his arms, letting the hints of light that creep past his blinds help to adjust his eyes. He should get up, make coffee, and try to get some errands and other small tasks taken care of before the morning slips away from him, but it is beginning to get cold enough outside for it to make waking up in the mornings difficult.

Beside Seokjin is stirring, a deep groan, and shifting under the blankets before warm, soft arms wrap around Seokjin's waist and pull him close.

"Hey, pretty," Seokjin mutters, turning toward the warmth and wrapping his arm under the nuzzling head.

"Not ready to wake up yet," Taehyung grumbles as his leg helps to pull Seokjin even closer still, engulfing him in a warm, sleepy hug.

Seokjin chuckles and relaxes into Taehyung's hold, running his fingers through the soft, somewhat tangle of dark waves. He supposes he could stay in bed a little longer and closes his eyes, breathing in the hints of cologne that linger in Taehyung's hair and the musk from sweating all night. Jungkook wouldn't be back from Busan until much later, anyway.

Seokjin: We should do something this weekend

Jungkook: Like what?

Seokjin: Anything Maybe get out of Seoul for a night

Jungkook: I wouldn't mind a nature hike if you're up for it

Seokjin: A nature hike sounds perfect Do you have anywhere in mind, or can I pick a place?

Jungkook: Surprise me, hyung 🥰

“I haven’t seen your not-so-secret admirer here in a while,” Jimin mutters as he sets his heavy book bag down.

Seokjin stands straight, having been hunched over the student literary journal again; he has read Taehyung’s piece Stargazers several times already, just this morning, alone. Seokjin closes the volume, pushing it aside to face Jimin.

“For the best, I suppose,” he responds.

But Taehyung is in the library; he is just concealed a little better in a corner and actually working on an assignment rather than loitering to gawk at the librarian. Seokjin takes a cart of books, many of which coincidentally need to go back to that same corner of the library, letting Jimin know he is off the hook from stocking because he would like to stretch his limbs. Jimin just shrugs, pulling some homework from his bag; he cares very little about most things.

Taehyung: I need to see you again ASAP Please, hyung I can't stop thinking about you

Seokjin: You just watched me stock the shelves for twenty minutes, baby

Taehyung: I need you alone, in my bed I've been so distracted thinking about you Your tongue must be spun from gold, hyung

Seokjin: That good, eh?

Taehyung: Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before…

Seokjin: You've never had your booty hole eaten like groceries, baby?

Taehyung: 😳😳😳 Hyung!

Seokjin: I could pencil you in for Wednesday if you would like to meet again

Taehyung: Ooh, on a school night? Such a rebel, hyung

Seokjin: I have to leave town this weekend, so I won't be able to see you on our regularly scheduled Saturday

Taehyung: I won't complain about the chance to see you sooner I'm not the best cook, but I would be happy to host this time if you'd like

Seokjin: Ooh, going to invite me for more stargazing, baby?

Taehyung: You tease me so much If you'd like me to suck your dick on the roof, just say so

Seokjin: Hmm, now that you mention it 🤔

Taehyung: We can make it happen if you so desire

Seokjin: I do so desire, as a matter of fact

Jungkook: Friday udon at the regular spot? Or will you get tired of seeing so much of me in the same weekend?

Seokjin: I couldn't dream of being tired of you Friday at the regular time and place sounds great

Jungkook: 🥰

Taehyung is stunning with his hair curled, hanging in front of his eyes playfully. Dangling from his ears are long, delicate gold earrings, and he wears a simple red satin button-up shirt tucked into tight black jeans.

Seokjin opted for satin and tight jeans, as well, dressed head-to-toe in black. His button-up top has small silver studs around the collar and lapels, and Taehyung instantly rubs them between his fingers, distracting Seokjin, who attempts to remove his shoes, nearly toppling over.

"I mentioned I'm not a great cook, so I put together some charcuterie plates and various healthy snacks, as well as a dish of fresh-cut fruit." Taehyung blushes; he looks so vulnerable about his efforts.

"You are so fucking charming, Taehyung," Seokjin mutters as he looks over the snacks laid out on a small dining table.

Taehyung lightly slaps Seokjin on the arm and nibbles on his bottom lip. "Don't pick on me hyung."

At this, Seokjin's heart swells with joy, and he turns to Taehyung, gently taking him by the arms. "I'm not picking on you, baby. You really are incredibly charming, and all of this looks delicious. I can tell you put a lot of thought into this."

Taehyung blushes even deeper, and Seokjin brings his arms up to Taehyung's shoulders, pulling him in for a loose hug and twirling his fingers in his hair. Taehyung's eyelids have a light dusting of black eyeshadow, and Seokjin thinks he can detect mascara on his lashes. "You wore makeup, baby? How pretty."

"In case you make me cry," Taehyung responds coyly.

"What am I going to do with you?" Seokjin mutters, gently pulling Taehyung in for a kiss.

"Somehow, there are fewer stars visible tonight than last time," Seokjin jokes as he sits on Taehyung's comforter, gazing up at the polluted night sky.

"Don't worry, hyung, I'll make you see plenty of stars," Taehyung mutters playfully as he squats and straddles Seokjin's thighs, bringing with him a floral-print blanket that is draped over his shoulders.

Seokjin chuckles and sits back, leaning on his elbows.

"You really wanna suck my dick on the roof, Tae?" he asks, cocking his head.

"I wanna suck your dick anywhere, hyung," Taehyung grins, leaning forward to smash his lips into Seokjin's.

It is difficult to keep their hands and mouths off of each other now that they have gone a little further, and it makes Seokjin's head spin. He wants to fuck Taehyung so badly; it is all he can think about. He wonders if, now that he and Jungkook are in the beginning stages of something, he should just fuck Taehyung and get it over with and let the chips fall wherever they may.

Taehyung moans into Seokjin's mouth as he eagerly licks and flicks Seokjin's tongue with his, and Seokjin lays back slowly so he can wrap his arms around him and pull him close.

In this position, Taehyung behaves like a dog in heat, eagerly rubbing their clothed cocks together and whining loudly from the friction. Seokjin grabs Taehyung's ass in both hands and grinds his cock against his in return, and Taehyung's back arches as he growls into the night sky.

"Hyung, please," Taehyung whines. "You drive me crazy."

"Gonna start howling at the moon, baby?" Seokjin teases.

Taehyung whimpers and takes two handfuls of Seokjin's hair, squeezing tightly, grinning as Seokjin's hips rut into him, whining from his hair being tugged on. It sends sparks throughout Seokjin's body—makes him want to slam Taehyung into a wall and carve pretty patterns over his skin with his fingernails. If Taehyung likes it rough, he can give the boy rough; all he has to do is ask.

"You're so fucking hot," Seokjin groans while Taehyung's mouth trails down to Seokjin's jaw, nipping at his skin. "You have no idea how badly I wanna fucking ruin you, baby."

Taehyung anchors himself on his hands against the duvet-covered rooftop and slides himself down Seokjin's body, under the blanket, wiggling onto his knees between his legs. He wastes no time unbuckling Seokjin's belt and opening his pants, and Seokjin doesn't complain; he lays back with one hand under his head while the other lifts the blanket enough to look at Taehyung's wavy hair.

The feeling of Taehyung's long fingers teasing Seokjin's hard cock before tugging it free from his briefs sends a wave of excitement through him, and he reaches with his free hand to stroke Taehyung's hair, smiling when Taehyung looks up at him with lustful mirth swimming in his eyes.

"Gonna make you feel good, hyung," Taehyung mutters with a grin.

"I know you are, baby. Show hyung how talented that throat of yours is."

Taehyung gasps, and, as always, his eyes widen, making Seokjin smirk. Then he angles his head back down and swallows Seokjin's cock with a groan that Seokjin can feel vibrating through him. Seokjin gasps, letting out a strangled moan, and although they are alone, he worries about making too much noise in such an open space.

Eagerly, Taehyung sucks Seokjin's cock, swallowing him into the back of his throat until he lightly gags, then slurps as he pulls out, only to suck back until gagging again. Seokjin can't help but picture Taehyung's beautiful face streaked with tears and his hips gently rut.

"Fuck, you're amazing," Seokjin moans, tightening his grip on Taehyung's hair. "I wanna fuck your mouth so bad."

With a loud slurp, Taehyung pulls off of Seokjin's cock and rasps, "Do it. Please, hyung."

Seokjin releases Taehyung's hair to lift the blanket and look at him, and just as he imagined, there is moisture under Taehyung's eyes, smudging his makeup around the edges. "You sure, baby?"

Taehyung nods emphatically with a smirk, and it is all the encouragement Seokjin needs.

"Okay, baby, just pinch me if it's too much, got it?"

"Yes, hyung." Taehyung whimpers.

"Yes, what?" Seokjin growls, wondering if Taehyung wants to bring out the other nickname he used the other night, or if that was only something Taehyung did while he was intoxicated.

"Yes, daddy," Taehyung whimpers, opening his lips around Seokjin's cock and keeping his head still.

Seokjin takes a handful of Taehyung's hair and pushes Taehyung further onto his cock, angling Taehyung's forehead into his tummy before rocking his hips up, slowly at first, then picking up a pace. He can feel drool gathering around his cock, some of which Taehyung manages to slurp up while the rest slowly pools. Taehyung's throat is warm and soft and feels fucking amazing, and Seokjin moans and hisses as he uses it like a toy.

"Are you my pretty little cocksleeve?" Seokjin groans, rutting his hips hard.

Taehyung gags, then whimpers a muttered mmhmm, and Seokjin allows his eyes to roll back, mouth falling open and gasping, sucking in the night air.

"So good for me. I bet you're so fucking pretty when you cry, baby."

More muffled noises come from Taehyung's throat, and Seokjin picks up his pace, feeling his high build. Taehyung has his hands braced on Seokjin's thighs, and he digs his fingers into the skin.

"Don't forget to pinch me if you need to, baby. I'm getting close, but I can stop if you need."

Taehyung mutters again and sucks his cheeks in, sending a spark through Seokjin's body, and he fights the urge to arch his back, wanting to keep a consistent angle and motion for Taehyung's sake. His movements are quick and rough, and he is surprised Taehyung can handle him.

With a string of particularly harsh thrusts, Seokjin is teetering on the edge of euphoria and, he is certain, insanity.

"Gonna cum, baby," Seokjin groans, more of a warning than anything. His hips begin sputtered, rough movements, forcing gargled whimpers out of Taehyung's mouth that only serve to push Seokjin over the edge faster.

Seokjin groans and whimpers as he cums, pushing Taehyung's head down as his release sprays straight into the boy's throat. Taehyung's fingernails dig into Seokjin's skin with a force that makes Seokjin wonder if he will bruise, and once the bulk of his release is out, Seokjin lets go of Taehyung's head, dropping his hands to his sides.

After how forcefully Seokjin fucked his mouth, he half expects Taehyung to come up gasping for air, but instead, Taehyung slowly readjusts and continues to gently lick and suck Seokjin until he becomes oversensitive and takes Taehyung by the hair to pull him off his cock.

Seokjin holds Taehyung's head in place while opening the blanket with his other hand, and the sight before him is absolutely stunning. Taehyung's eyeshadow and mascara are smeared around his eyes, globs of black imprints from wet lashes stain his cheeks, and his face is wet from tears and drool.

"I want to commit this sight to memory," Seokjin mutters, pulling Taehyung by the hair, making Taehyung anchor himself on the ground and crawl to Seokjin. "You look devastatingly pretty."

Taehyung falls into Seokjin, crashing their lips together, smearing drool and tears onto Seokjin's face as they kiss, and he pulls Taehyung close, holding his hair and nape in both hands.

"I want to fuck you," Seokjin whimpers, surprising them both.

Taehyung gasps and pulls from the kiss, staring at Seokjin with wide, eager eyes, and Seokjin swallows thickly at the realization of what he has let slip.

"Only if you're sure," Taehyung says softly, "only if you're ready."

Of course, Taehyung is sweet and understanding and wouldn't hold it against Seokjin if he took it back, if he said he wasn't sure he was ready now, just that he wants to in general. But the thought of fucking Taehyung is so present and overwhelming, Seokjin isn't sure he wants to say no.

"I'm ready, baby. I don't think I can wait any longer."

Taehyung's face beams brightly—certainly brighter than any of the measly stars he can see in the sky tonight, and Seokjin smirks, unable to shake the swell of affection and need that bubbles in his tummy from Taehyung.

"Fuck the rooftop; I need you in my bed, now," Taehyung says, haphazardly sitting up and adjusting his pants. Seokjin nods and reaches to adjust his own, to put his soft-but-already-excited cock away long enough to get back downstairs and into Taehyung's apartment.

Taehyung bunches the blanket that is over his shoulders up until it doesn't drag on the floor, and Seokjin collects the comforter they had been lying on, and they make their way from the rooftop down the short flight of stairs and through the hallway. Taehyung is all giggles, and when they reach his apartment door, he throws Seokjin into it, pressing his body against him to tease his cock with one hand while he keys in the door code with the other. His fingers on Seokjin's already growing bulge feel heavenly, and he bites back a moan.

Once inside, Taehyung throws the blanket from his shoulders onto the small brown couch in his living room, then grabs the comforter in Seokjin's arms and does the same. He takes Seokjin by the hand and leads him through his small apartment past the remnants of their food into a room lit only with a dim bedside lamp. Paintings, photographs, knickknacks, and books cover every inch of the walls and surfaces, and Seokjin has to fight the urge to explore, knowing damn well that now is not the time.

Although Taehyung lives alone, he closes his door behind them, then turns and leans against it, gently taking one of Seokjin's hands in both of his. Taehyung appears shy, almost vulnerable, especially with dried mascara lines running down his cheeks.

"Hyung," Taehyung mutters, and Seokjin closes the gap between them.

"Yes, baby?"

"I want you to be rough with me," Taehyung admits, tilting his head just enough to gaze at Seokjin through his sticky eyelashes, and Seokjin feels a spark ignite inside of him.

"How rough?"

"Hurt me. Bite me, scratch me, pull my hair until I cry. I want to feel your presence on my skin for days; I want to ache for you."

Seokjin can't help the growl that comes from his throat, almost animalistic at the request.

"Nobody has ever fucked me as hard as I need it," Taehyung pouts. "Everyone is scared to hurt me. I need it to hurt. I need you to humiliate and degrade me. Please, daddy. Please make me cry."

In a swift movement, Seokjin takes Taehyung's jaw into his hand and slams Taehyung's head into his door, making a sound that is much too loud for how little it probably actually hurt. Taehyung gasps, body going stiff and then pliant in Seokjin's hold.

"Is that so, baby?" Seokjin sneers.

Taehyung is trembling, eyes wide and mouth agape. "Y-yes, daddy."

"Green means you want more, red means stop. I'll check in from time to time, but you can also tell me without being asked, understood, little pet?"

"Y-yes, daddy."

Seokjin tightens his grip on Taehyung's jaw and stares at Taehyung with as much anger and intensity as he can muster, and Taehyung begins to relax further, still trembling. With his free hand, he paws at Taehyung's cock over his pants, pressing hard into it, making Taehyung hiss and whine.

"How do you want me?"

"F-fuck me, daddy. Please."

"Awe, does baby not want to use his pathetic little cock on daddy?"

Taehyung pouts and shakes his head, eyes pleading.

"I bet you couldn't even make me cum with this thing if you tried, is that right, baby?"

Taehyung nods his head emphatically. "It's useless, daddy."

Seokjin squeezes Taehyung's cock—which is larger than average and definitely something Seokjin would love to feel his ass stretched around any time Taehyung feels so inclined—and Taehyung cries out.

"This little cock is so pathetic it came completely untouched last time," Seokjin chides. "Just made a mess all over while hanging uselessly between your legs while I tongue-fucked that tight little ass of yours."

Taehyung is practically cross-eyed, and when Seokjin releases his grasp from both his dick and jaw, Taehyung whimpers, his body moving slightly forward as if searching for more touch of any kind. Seokjin takes a fistful of Taehyung's hair and pulls hard, bending Taehyung's body, forcing a cry from his throat. Taehyung's hands begin to move up as if to stop Seokjin but then fall to his sides.

"Color, baby?"

"Green, daddy," Taehyung hisses.

Seokjin pulls Taehyung by the hair through his room. At Taehyung's bed, Seokjin pushes him by the head shoves his shoulders down harshly. Taehyung falls to the edge of the mattress, nearly sliding to the floor, looking at Seokjin with an expression that appears torn between fear and arousal.

"Still green?"

"Fuck yes," Taehyung mutters.

Seokjin slaps Taehyung across the mouth. "You'll address me when you answer me, little pet."

"And if I don't?" Taehyung raises an eyebrow, smirking as if he is real fucking proud of himself.

Taehyung is a mess of disheveled hair and smeared makeup, and Seokjin wants nothing more than to ruin him further. With a hand around Taehyung's throat, Seokjin leans in until their foreheads touch.

"Is this shirt vintage?" Seokjin asks softly.

Taehyung shakes his head, eyes squinting questionably. "It's new."

"Good. I'll buy you a new one," Seokjin mutters.

Taehyung cocks his head, and Seokjin responds by tearing his fingers through the openings between the buttons and pulling, ripping at the shirt until there is enough of an opening that he can grab the other side and rip it open further in both hands. Buttons clatter against the floor and hang limply from pulled threads, while some are still intact near the throat and at the bottom. All the while, Taehyung gasps—begins to pant as if feral, watching Seokjin with wide eyes. There is a hint of anger that makes Seokjin sneer.

Seokjin takes Taehyung by the throat once more and squeezes. "Disobey me again, little pet," he growls.

Taehyung lifts a leg, placing a foot over Seokjin's hip, and grunts as he shoves him, pushing Seokjin off balance, nearly making him fall. Seokjin gets his footing a few feet away, stands up straight, and grins, running a hand through his hair. He watches as Taehyung attempts to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way with shaky fingers. Taehyung stares at Seokjin as if he is a predator—as if his life is in danger.

"Color, baby?"

"Green, daddy," Taehyung says in a tone that almost sounds teasing.

In two long strides, Seokjin clears the gap and takes Taehyung by the throat again, throwing Taehyung back against the bed, pushing him into the mattress. Taehyung whimpers and claws at Seokjin's hand, and Seokjin grabs one of Taehyung's hands, pulling it over his head while straddling Taehyung and kneeling on his other arm, pinning him to the bed. Taehyung grunts and kicks his feet, causing his body to slowly begin to slide off the bed, and Seokjin laughs down at Taehyung.

"Pathetic," Seokjin sneers and spits on Taehyung's face, white saliva bubbles painting the bridge of his nose, and Taehyung stops struggling, looking stunned. "Color?"

"Green," Taehyung whimpers weakly.

"Promise?" Seokjin says softly, releasing his hold on Taehyung's throat enough to let the blood circulate into his reddened face.

"On my life, daddy," Taehyung rasps.

Seokjin slaps Taehyung across the mouth. "Are you going to keep disobeying me?"

"M-maybe."

Taehyung's voice is weak; he groans and grunts, flexing his arms, trying to break out of Seokjin's hold. Seokjin slaps him across the mouth once more.

"That the best you can do?" Taehyung groans through gritted teeth.

"Want me to fucking punch you, little pet?" Seokjin asks with raised eyebrows.

Taehyung chuckles. "You're too much of a pussy to punch me, hyung."

This makes Seokjin laugh. He squeezes Taehyung's jaw, lowering himself to spit into Taehyung's mouth. "I can't punch such a pretty face, dummy," he mutters sweetly before letting go of Taehyung's jaw and slapping him again. Taehyung's cheek is turning a bright shade of red, and there's a hint of blood on the inside of his lip.

"Can you taste your own blood, you fucking brat? Is that what you wanted?"

Taehyung tongues the inside of his lip as if collecting the blood and turns his head to spit off to the side, and Seokjin slaps him again, causing Taehyung to stare up at him once more. Then he scoffs and tries harder to break free from Seokjin's hold.

Seokjin releases Taehyung and steps back; with the way Taehyung's body has ended up on the edge of the mattress, he falls straight to the floor on his ass. He takes Taehyung by the hair before he can adjust and yanks him up, and Taehyung yelps, hands gripping onto Seokjin's wrist, though not making much of an attempt to make Seokjin release him.

Seokjin pulls Taehyung back onto the bed and pushes him back against the mattress, then gets onto the bed and straddles his hips and rips his shirt away at the neck. With the shirt only buttoned near Taehyung's belt, Seokjin open-hand slaps Taehyung against the chest, causing him to cry out.

"Color?"

"Green, daddy."

Seokjin strikes Taehyung on the chest, again and again, watching as red marks bloom beautifully on his golden skin. Taehyung cries and moans each time their skin connects, and Seokjin thinks he sounds just as good as he looks.

"You look so fucking pretty marked up," Seokjin says before landing another slap. "Sound so pretty when I hurt you."

"Please, hyung," Taehyung cries, hands raised above his head, "it hurts."

"Color?"

Taehyung whimpers and responds, "Green, daddy."

"That's what I thought," Seokjin sneers with a slap over Taehyung's pec. Taehyung bucks his hips up, rubbing his cock against the underside of Seokjin's thigh, and Seokjin snickers. "That useless cock of yours feeling left out, little pet?"

Taehyung growls, gnashing his teeth as he shakes his head impatiently. "Please, I need you to fuck me."

"After you kicked me across the room, you think you deserve my cock?"

Seokjin slaps Taehyung over a particularly red spot on his ribs, and Taehyung yelps. "Please!"

"You're lucky I don't wrap my fingers around that pretty throat of yours a squeeze the fucking life out of you, little pet."

"Please, daddy! I'm so needy. I want your cock, please!"

Seokjin stands up and backs away from Taehyung. He slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, and Taehyung angles his head up quickly, watching with his mouth wide open as Seokjin takes an agonizingly long time removing his clothing. When Seokjin finally shrugs the fabric to the floor, Taehyung is panting and staring at Seokjin as if captivated.

"Get undressed, then," Seokjin mutters flippantly as if he is bored by the entire ordeal. "Let me see that useless little cock of yours."

Taehyung scrambles to his feet and undoes his belt and pants quickly, ripping the last of his shirt open and letting it fall to the floor. He pushes his pants and briefs down, and Seokjin watches as his pretty, hard cock slaps against his tummy.

Seokjin licks his lips, otherwise attempting to appear unaffected, then undoes his own belt and pants and steps out of them, fisting his cock as he watches Taehyung—drinking in his long limbs and perfect skin.

When Taehyung steps out of his pants, Seokjin approaches. He grabs Taehyung’s dick and squeezes, squinting at Taehyung as if disappointed. Seokjin spits down at his hand and rubs it over Taehyung's cock head, and Taehyung groans a deep, broken sound.

"What a joke to think you can please anyone with this," Seokjin mutters, tugging roughly on Taehyung. "I bet you couldn't make me choke on this pathetic cock if you tried."

Seokjin drops to his knees and takes Taehyung into his throat, sucking his cheeks in hard, and Taehyung's body trembles as he moans a broken, stuttered sound. Seokjin has very little gag reflex, making it easy to pretend Taehyung's rather impressive dick is just as pathetic as he says it is as he slurps loudly and sucks hard, using one hand to squeeze his balls. Taehyung whimpers and hisses, struggling to stand on his own two feet, body jerking and trembling more as each minute passes.

Right when Taehyung seems on the verge of bliss, moaning loudly and gripping onto Seokjin's hair, Seokjin pulls Taehyung out of his mouth and sneers at him with a spit-slicked chin.

"Please," Taehyung whines, "I'm so close."

"You can't even make me gag and you think you deserve to cum?"

Taehyung grips Seokjin by the hair tightly and shoves his cock back into his mouth, fucking his face roughly, and Seokjin allows it to happen, keeping his eyes on Taehyung, letting drool pool at his lips and run down his chin. It is quite amusing to Seokjin how hard Taehyung tries to make him gag with an angry, brow-knitted expression. With a petulant growl, Taehyung holds his cock in Seokjin's throat, pushing without pulling out, cutting off his airway, and giving him a light slap to the cheek.

Only then does Seokjin gag, and Taehyung slaps Seokjin on the cheek once more with a sneer before pulling his hips back and bucking roughly into Seokjin's mouth. Taehyung doesn't warn Seokjin he is going to cum, but Seokjin can tell from the changes in his breathing and his inconsistent thrusts.

Seokjin feels the first of the sticky, tangy release on his tongue, which gets pushed deeper into his mouth as more is shot straight into his throat, and he swallows hard, hollowing his cheeks with the intention of making Taehyung overstimulated and begging to be released.

Taehyung whines and grips Seokjin's hair hard to remove himself from his mouth, then falls back onto the bed, panting heavily and covered in a nice sheen of sweat. Seokjin stays on his knees.

"You cheated," Seokjin mutters, wiping the drool from his chin.

"Still made you choke," Taehyung pants.

"How do you feel, baby?"

"Electric," Taehyung grins, looking down with makeup-smeared eyes at the handprints on his chest and stomach. "I wasn't sure you could actually hurt me; you're always full of surprises."

"I could whip you with your belt if you'd like."

Taehyung bites his bottom lip and smiles. "Choke me with it, too."

"We should hydrate before I fuck you," Seokjin suggests, running a hand through his hair.

Taehyung's eyes widen, and he stands. He takes Seokjin's face in his hands gently, bending to connect their lips into a soft, delicate kiss that has him whimpering into Seokjin's mouth.

"Be right back," Taehyung says as he leaves the room.

Seokjin stands and gets onto Taehyung's bed. He feels a bit dazed by everything that just happened and does his best to get his bearings, leaning back onto his hands. Taehyung returns with a glass of water and stops in his tracks as he stares at him. Seokjin grins and reaches a hand out to ask for the glass, and Taehyung snaps out of his reverie and approaches, handing it over. The water is cold and coats Seokjin's throat as it goes down.

"God, you're stunning," Taehyung says. "Like, so fucking hot, hyung."

Seokjin raises an eyebrow. "You're one to talk, baby. Look at you. Do you know how hard it is to call a cock as delicious as yours useless?"

Taehyung blushes and grins and Seokjin hands the water off to him, which Taehyung drinks from one last time before setting it on his bedside table.

"Do you want me to continue hurting you?" Seokjin asks.

Taehyung nods. "Please, hyung. You're so good at it."

"Was there any point when you had almost reached your limit?" Seokjin asks.

Taehyung turns his lips down and shakes his head. "No. I was starting to get light headed from your hand on my throat, but you let up before it became cause for concern."

"Alright, good. Get some lube and some toys, then. Something to prepare yourself for my cock," Seokjin commands.

Taehyung opens a drawer on his bedside table and pulls out a metal buttplug and a glass dildo. The dildo is fairly thick but not compared to Seokjin's dick, and Seokjin scoffs when he holds it up.

"Size queen doesn't have anything bigger?" Seokjin teases.

"I do," Taehyung responds with a smirk, then approaches Seokjin and straddles his thighs. Seokjin sets the dildo aside and puts his hands on Taehyung's waist, and slides them down, over his hips and ass. He spreads him open and uses a finger to gently rub over his rim, and Taehyung groans and bites his lip, his eyes falling closed.

"And where are these toys of yours, baby?" Seokjin asks, applying pressure to Taehyung's rim.

"Ah—I want it to hurt when you stretch me around your cock," Taehyung whines.

"On your hands and knees for me, baby," Seokjin commends, dropping his hands from Taehyung's ass.

Taehyung whines and crawls away from Seokjin's lap, getting into the center of the bed on his knees with his face against the comforter and his ass high in the air. Seokjin gets on his knees behind Taehyung, spreads his cheeks, and bites into one of them with enough force to make Taehyung whine and tremble beneath him. Seokjin slaps him on the opposite cheek, causing him to whimper, commanding him to, "Stay still."

Seokjin licks over Taehyung's rim, and Taehyung moans, falling even further into the mattress. The sweet, heady musk of Taehyung's skin drives Seokjin wild, and he plunges his tongue inside to taste more, turning Taehyung into a whimpering, shaking mess. Seokjin groans as he tongue fucks Taehyung's ass, holding his cheeks open in both hands, digging his fingers into the soft skin. Taehyung's voice is muffled by the comforter, but he whines and moans nonstop.

Although Seokjin could happily make Taehyung cum like this, he doesn't want to push him too much, so Seokjin stops with one final, slow lick over Taehyung's ass, then takes the lube and squirts it straight onto his rim. Taehyung whimpers and ruts his hips.

"Cold," he wines.

Seokjin slaps Taehyung on the ass harshly, in the same spot as before. "I said, stay still."

Seokjin presses one finger into Taehyung's ass, and Taehyung moans loudly. He can hear the sounds of Taehyung's hands bunching up the blanket beneath him. Although Seokjin wants to take it slow and stretch Taehyung properly, he knows he wants it rough.

"Color?"

"Daddy, please, make it hurt!" Taehyung whines.

"That's not a color, baby."

"Green!"

Seokjin fingers roughly, pushing past his knuckle, delighting in the sight of Taehyung swallowing him so eagerly, then slowly inserts a second finger. Taehyung's whimpers become louder and Seokjin fingers faster, slapping Taehyung roughly on the ass to make him yelp.

"Green, daddy, please!" Taehyung shouts, muffled by his blanket, and Seokjin snickers before pulling his fingers out of Taehyung, watching his hole clench around nothing.

"Daddy!" Taehyung shouts, waving his ass in the air, and Seokjin slaps it so hard it stings his hand, making Taehyung scream.

"I said stay still!" Seokjin shouts, and Taehyung stills his hips with a whimper.

Seokjin picks up the metal butt plug and touches it to Taehyung's hole. The surface is cold and Taehyung gasps, flinching from the feeling but appearing to do his best not to move too much. Seokjin twirls the edge of the toy in tiny circles over Taehyung's rim to gather lube, then pushes it in slowly.

Taehyung lets out a strangled cry, and Seokjin spits onto his rim to add a little more moisture before applying more pressure, pulling and pushing the toy deeper each time.

"That's it, baby," Seokjin says softly, "relax so daddy can stretch you."

Once at the thickest part of the taper, Seokjin squirts more cold lube directly onto Taehyung's ass and moves the toy gently in and out to coat it before pushing it in, forcing Taehyung to take the entire girth. Taehyung's legs tremble, and his moans have quieted to gasps and grunts.

"How does it feel, baby?" Seokjin asks.

"Good," Taehyung mutters.

Seokjin tugs on the toy, pulling it out of Taehyung's ass with a pop, making Taehyung moan, then pushes it back in roughly, making him cry out.

"F-fuck, green, so good, daddy," Taehyung whines unprovoked, and Seokjin pulls the toy out before pushing it in roughly once more.

Satisfied with the stretch, Seokjin removes the plug and tosses it aside onto the bed. Taehyung whimpers and clenches his hole, and Seokjin takes both of Taehyung's cheeks and spreads him open, marveling at the sight of his pink inner walls.

"So pretty," Seokjin groans as he pushes two fingers inside Taehyung, scissoring them open and spreading him with his other hand to see inside. Taehyung whines and claws at his sheets.

Seokjin picks up the glass dildo, which has a series of bulbous sections, each bigger than the last, and Seokjin starts with the smallest end, pressing it against Taehyung's hole without applying too much pressure, just to make Taehyung whine from another cold touch.

Seokjin slaps Taehyung on the ass and pushes the tip of the dildo in enough to make Taehyung whimper. He needs more lube, and Seokjin intends on squirting more on before pushing the dildo much further, but he wants to give Taehyung just enough rough friction to satiate his desire to be hurt without hurting him too much.

"Daddy," Taehyung whines petulantly.

"Yes, yes," Seokjin mutters, grabbing the lube and squirting more onto his hole.

Seokjin twists the tip of the dildo to coat it in the liquid and then begins to slowly work it in and out, gradually stretching him open. Taehyung whines and mutters nonsense into the comforter, and Seokjin alternates quick, shallow pushes and slow, longer movements, stretching Taehyung over the first section. It tapers to a thin girth before becoming thick again, and Taehyung swallows the first part of the dildo with a deep groan.

"I know I promised to hurt you, but I can't be too rough just yet," Seokjin says as he smooths a hand over Taehyung's lower back, running it over his ass and giving it a nice slap. Taehyung yelps.

Seokjin takes Taehyung's inability to speak as an indication that he is doing well, and now that Taehyung has had a chance to adjust to the stretch, Seokjin begins to slowly pull the dildo out and push it back in, up to the end of the first section. Taehyung moans loudly into the blankets, legs trembling.

Gradually, Seokjin works the second and third sections, and Taehyung cries out as Seokjin twists the toy and fucks it into him. It is roughly the girth of an average-sized cock, perhaps a little smaller, and Seokjin picks up the pace, fucking it into Taehyung while slapping his ass, always in the same spot, causing the red mark that has bloomed on his skin to raise and get darker.

"F-fuck," Taehyung whines, clenching onto the blanket. His face is turned, mouth squished from his cheek pushing into the bed. "G-gonna make me cum, daddy. B-but I need your cock!"

Seokjin fucks the toy into Taehyung harder and faster, and Taehyung's legs shake so much that Seokjin worries they will give out and topple him over. Loud moans combine with a squelching sound so lewd that Seokjin's cock aches against his tummy. Taehyung trembles and his hips begin to rut uncontrollably as Seokjin continues to push him to the edge.

"You close, baby?"

"Y-yes, daddy."

"Tell me when."

Taehyung whines and mewls sounds as if he is attempting to form words but has forgotten halfway through what words even are anymore; he sounds utterly lost and blissed out and so ready to burst. Seokjin rubs a hand over Taehyung's ass, trailing it over his hip, then grabs onto the base of Taehyung's cock, sending a strangled moan from Taehyung's mouth.

"F-fuck, gonna, c-cum," Taehyung whimpers, and Seokjin squeezes just below Taehyung's head and pulls the dildo from his ass, stopping Taehyung's orgasm in its tracks.

"Wh—daddy, why!" Taehyung sobs petulantly, and Seokjin chuckles, tosses the dildo aside on the bed, and squirts some more lube into his hand.

"You wanted to cum without me? Naughty boy," Seokjin teases as he slaps the tender skin on Taehyung's ass, making the poor boy squeal.

Seokjin pumps his cock with his lubed hand and considers taking Taehyung's belt and fashioning it into a collar, remembering Taehyung's desire to be choked. But it is too risky, Seokjin decides; he can use his hand to apply some pressure while they fuck. He doesn't need to risk killing the guy just to make him nut a little harder.

Once his cock is slicked up, Seokjin sits high on his knees and rubs his non-sticky hand delicately over the welts on Taehyung's skin, watching Taehyung shudder as he hisses, deciding what to do with him.

"On your back, baby," Seokjin gently instructs. "I wanna see that pretty face when I stretch you around my cock.”

Taehyung more or less falls onto his side before flopping around onto his back. His limbs are clearly stiff, and Seokjin grins as he watches, waiting patiently for Taehyung to get into position and catch his breath.

Gently, Seokjin spreads Taehyung's legs and kneels between them, leaning low over Taehyung to lick his lips and taste his spit, swallowing each whimper and moan that his languid kisses pull from Taehyung's mouth.

"I promise to be rough with you, baby, but only if you promise me not to go too far, okay? If it hurts too much, please tell me, and we'll adjust. I want to hurt you but I do not want to injure you, understand?"

The look on Taehyung's makeup-smeared face is one of unabashed affection, which makes something in Seokjin's guts flip-flop. He tries not to overthink it too much because if it is a look of love, then Seokjin has to swallow that reality, and right now, he is so far beyond wanting to break this boy's heart, he can't consider that his plan to do so might actually be working. At least, not until he is done fucking Taehyung; that is far too messy, even for him.

"I understand, hyung," Taehyung mutters softly, pulling Seokjin into another kiss, this one heated and deep. "Thank you for taking such good care of me."

Taehyung's voice is dulcet and gentle and full of honey, and Seokjin can't bear to listen to it anymore.

"Good," Seokjin sneers as he grabs Taehyung by the jaw and squeezes. "Be a good little fuck doll for daddy and maybe he'll let you cum from that pathetic little cock of yours, hmm?"

Taehyung gasps, eyes widening with anticipation, and Seokjin sits up, still holding onto Taehyung's face as he angles his hips and rubs the tip of his cock over Taehyung's rim. Taehyung's eyes are wide and needy, and Seokjin scoffs.

"So fucking desperate. Look at you laying there, begging with your eyes to be fucked."

Seokjin pumps his cock again, then presses it to Taehyung's rim and slowly pushes, breaching his tight, eager muscle just enough to make Taehyung wince and hiss in pain, then backs out and presses again. The squeeze around just the tip of Seokjin's cock is incredible, and he wonders if he is going to be able to fuck Taehyung at all.

"You're too fucking tight, baby," Seokjin groans.

Taehyung wraps his legs around Seokjin and pulls him close, attempting to force Seokjin into him more, and Seokjin releases his hold on his cock to spread Taehyung's legs, slapping his inner thighs harshly with both hands, forcing a sob from Taehyung's mouth.

"Disobeying me already, baby?" Seokjin sneers.

"Need your cock!" Taehyung shouts, pouting.

"Good boys are patient."

"I'm not a good boy," Taehyung mutters with a smirk. "I'm a slutty little fuck toy. Use me, daddy. Make me your pretty little whore. Stretch me around that fat fucking cock and make me cry."

Seokjin bites back a grin and shakes his head, deciding he needs more lube. "The shit that comes out of your fucking mouth."

"You weren't complaining about my mouth when you were cuming in it earlier, daddy," Taehyung teases.

After squirting a generous amount of lube on his cock, he lines it up once more and pushes in, stretching Taehyung around his tip. Taehyung's body goes stiff with a groan before he breathes heavily and attempts to relax, and Seokjin pulls out then presses in more, breaching his hole with the head.

"F-f-f-fuck," Taehyung whines, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping onto the blankets.

"At least I found a way to make you shut the fuck up," Seokjin teases as he pulls out and pushes in, inching more of his cock inside of Taehyung's tight warmth.

Seokjin begins to slowly thrust his hips, languidly pushing into Taehyung further and further. Taehyung squeezes Seokjin tightly and sucks him in so eagerly, making Seokjin dizzy. When Seokjin looks down at Taehyung's beautiful face, his hips stutter to a halt, and a terrifying pang hits him in the guts.

Taehyung opens his eyes, knitting his brows. "Something wrong?"

Yes, Seokjin thinks. Everything is wrong. Everything about this situation is fucking wrong.

"N-no, sorry," Seokjin clears his throat, "just making sure I'm not pushing too far."

Taehyung smiles, and it is absolutely fucking devastating. "Feels amazing, hyung. Can't wait for you to make me scream."

Seokjin decides to pull his eyes from Taehyung's face, cursing his stupid decision to have Taehyung on his back in the first place, and stares instead at his throat. Then, he continues to slowly thrust his hips until there is less friction, and, in one rough motion, Seokjin pushes his entire length into Taehyung and stills his hips, listening to Taehyung's moans and checking his face to make sure he is still happy.

The fucked out expression of bliss on Taehyung's face is so pretty. Seokjin has to remind himself that he is just here to use Taehyung and not to fall victim to his overwhelming beauty, so he begins to fuck him. The deep, strangled sounds of pleasure mixed with pain that rise and fall in Taehyung's chest and throat send a chill through Seokjin. He is enjoying this way too much; he needs to assert more control and snap the fuck out of it.

Seokjin sits all the way back and holds Taehyung's thighs open, rutting his hips roughly against Taehyung's ass, biting back moans. Taehyung grips onto his thighs to hug them closer and open himself more, and his head pushes into his pillow as he moans and whimpers, mouth hanging open.

"P-please," Taehyung whines. "Please be mean with me."

Seokjin leans forward, changing his angle, and Taehyung cries out, squeezing his thighs tightly. He slaps Taehyung on the face, watching with a sneer as Taehyung's eyes open wide.

"You like the way daddy fucks you?" Seokjin growls.

Taehyung bites his bottom lip and nods his head, and Seokjin slaps him again.

"Use your fucking words."

"Ah—I love the way daddy fucks me!"

"Tell daddy how good it feels."

Taehyung whimpers. "S-so good."

"That's all?"

Taehyung shakes his head, eyes wide and pleading. "The best! Daddy fucks me the best."

"Yeah? How many boys does my greedy little slut let fuck him?"

Taehyung gasps and looks at Seokjin with a confused, almost worried expression. Seokjin picks up his pace, fucking Taehyung as if doling out a punishment. With one hand, he grabs onto Taehyung's throat and gives it a squeeze, and Taehyung's moans become louder.

"F-fuck—ah, daddy!" Taehyung cries. "I'm gonna cum!"

"That's strange; I never said you could cum, baby," Seokjin growls, squeezing a little tighter.

"P-please!"

"No."

Seokjin continues to fuck Taehyung and he sobs and whines beneath him.

"I c—I can't hold it, please!"

Seokjin halts his hips completely and watches as Taehyung pouts and writhes around petulantly.

"Daddy!"

"You will cum when I say you can."

Seokjin lets go of Taehyung's throat and slaps him on the chest, over marks that were once bright red, and Taehyung screams.

"I want to cum!" Taehyung shouts, dropping his hands from his thighs to wiggle his limbs around in a tantrum. He moves his hips, slowly sliding his ass up and down Seokjin's cock, and Seokjin slaps Taehyung on the chest once more, smirking down at him as he cries out and continues to act childish.

"Unless you can hold me down and fuck yourself on me, you'll cum when I say you can."

Taehyung's head snaps forward, eyes wide and blazing with mirth, and he grins. "Is that so?"

Seokjin swallows hard and braces himself, In a swift motion, Taehyung sits up, pulling Seokjin's cock out of him in the process, then takes Seokjin by the shoulders and wrestles him down onto the mattress. Seokjin lands on his side, and he fights Taehyung, who is straddling his thighs, attempting to get Seokjin onto his back. Seokjin reaches up to grab Taehyung by the throat, and Taehyung slaps Seokjin's arm away, then slaps Seokjin across the mouth, leaving a stinging warmth behind.

Startled, Seokjin gasps, and Taehyung pauses to assess whether he has taken things too far, so Seokjin smirks and puts up more resistance, nearly toppling Taehyung over before he gets his bearings and asserts control once more.

"Stop, Taehyung!" Seokjin shouts, and Taehyung sneers down at him.

"Color, hyung?"

Seokjin scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Green, you little shit."

"That's what I fucking thought,” Taehyung grunts as he manages to get Seokjin's hands above his head, pinning him to the bed.

Taehyung sits back on Seokjin's cock without warning, and Seokjin groans loudly, falling pliant under Taehyung, eager to let him fuck himself on his cock for a little while. Taehyung grabs onto Seokjin's throat with one hand while holding Seokjin's hands down under the other and squeezes just enough to make him feel dizzy. Taehyung's ass feels so fucking good.

With a moan, Taehyung leans forward and spits into Seokjin's face, chuckling when he gasps and looks up at Taehyung incredulously.

"Hyung likes how I use his big fucking cock, doesn't he?" Taehyung whimpers.

"Fuck," Seokjin whines, squeezing his eyes shut and allowing his head to roll to the side; it feels incredible. Taehyung grips onto his jaw and forces Seokjin to look up at him, making Seokjin wince.

"Look at me while I fuck you, hyung," Taehyung growls.

Seokjin tells himself to gain control back and get the upper hand, but the rocking, swaying motion of Taehyung's hips has Seokjin feeling intoxicated, and he does not want it to stop.

"Gonna cum, hyungie," Taehyung moans. "Gonna cover you in my release and make you all sticky.”

"You think so, huh?" Seokjin groans. He feels himself getting close to his own orgasm, and he does not want to stop just yet.

Taehyung hums in agreement and bites his bottom lip as his head lolls back. When Taehyung makes eye contact once more, Seokjin feels the breath pushed from his lungs, feeling himself falling once more for his beauty.

Seokjin struggles and Taehyung pushes his hand down harder to restrain him. One hand is not enough, however, and once Seokjin pulls an arm from Taehyung's gasp, he grabs onto Taehyung's throat tightly enough to force his hands to release him, then he pushes Taehyung to the side and slams him into the mattress.

Taehyung crumbles, one of his arms hanging off the side of the bed, and Seokjin releases his hold, gets onto his knees, and towers over him. Taehyung scrambles and gets into a seated position, but rather than pinning Seokjin down, he sits with his back against the wall amongst his pillows, hugging himself as if suddenly, he is cowering away.

"Did I hurt you?" Seokjin asks, unable to read Taehyung's expression, which has fallen from excitement to something flat and distant.

"We're play fighting," Taehyung says slowly.

"Y-yeah," Seokjin responds, gradually crawling to where Taehyung sits.

Taehyung somewhat robotically nods his head. "So you're not rejecting me."

Seokjin cocks his head and studies Taehyung, knitting his eyebrows, asking himself what just happened while his heart kicks like a drum against his ribs.

"Why would I reject you, baby?"

There is a thick tension that hangs between them, and Seokjin swallows a lump in his throat, waiting for Taehyung to continue. Taehyung clears his throat, then blinks a few times as if snapping out of some dark place he just let his mind wander off to.

"Sorry," Taehyung mutters. "I don't know what came over me."

Seokjin lets out a sigh of relief. "Should we stop?"

"No," Taehyung shakes his head. "No, I don't want to stop, I just—I think some wires got crossed somewhere, and my brain went haywire."

Seokjin nods, taking a guess. "The pain mixed with the play fighting put you into a negative headspace, and you began to interpret the scene differently, feeling insecure?"

Taehyung's breath hitches, and he looks at Seokjin with wide, surprised eyes.

"Yeah, I understand," Seokjin says.

"Can we try again, and go slower this time?" Taehyung asks shyly.

"Of course," Seokjin says as he crawls on his hands and knees to Taehyung.

Seokjin spreads Taehyung's long, gorgeous legs, tugs him down until Taehyung is slouched enough that Seokjin can enter him once more, and pulls Taehyung into a kiss. His cock is still half-hard, only needing a few pumps to get it erect enough to slowly press into Taehyung's wet warmth, and both men groan as Seokjin gently licks into Taehyung's lips, holding him close.

"I'll fuck you nice and slow, baby. Does this feel good?"

Seokjin moves his hips in deep, languid movements, and Taehyung turns to putty in his hands, moving his hips forward to give Seokjin a better angle and allowing him to get deeper. Although Taehyung is scrunched up in a ball, his head falls back, softly hitting the wall, and he moans loudly.

"Cum for me, baby," Seokjin says softly, "you feel so fucking good, I won't last long."

"Fuck me harder, hyung," Taehyung whines, and Seokjin picks up his pace, spearing Taehyung hard enough to have them both whimpering and trembling.

Seokjin grabs onto Taehyung's cock, gathering the precum pooled on the tip, and lightly strokes it, making Taehyung whimper, "Please, hyung. Feels so good, please don't stop."

A messy swirl of emotions floods Seokjin's mind, tying his guts into knots, and he tries not to mull it over too much, doing his best to focus on bringing himself and Taehyung to orgasm so he can clean himself up and get the fuck out of here. Taehyung feels amazing, looks breathtaking, and is so wonderfully vulnerable that all Seokjin wants to do is run away as fast as he can and never look back.

"Fuck, hyung," Taehyung whimpers, "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, baby," Seokjin purrs, picking up his pace.

Taehyung lets out a series of sobs and moans, then cums with a gasp, spraying himself on the chest and getting remnants of his release on Seokjin's hand. When Seokjin is sure Taehyung is finished, he releases his cock and pulls his hand to his mouth, licking Taehyung's heady, salty mess from his fingers.

"Fuck, hyung," Taehyung whines with wide eyes and mouth agape.

"Where should I cum baby?" Seokjin mutters, feeling the coil in his guts tighten, ready to snap.

"In my mouth, hyung, please."

Seokjin nods and pumps his cock roughly into Taehyung’s tight, perfect asshole once, twice, three more times before pulling out and fumbling to reach his mouth. Taehyung slides down on the bed, curling himself further to find an angle in which to reach Seokjin's cock, then swallows him eagerly, groaning as Seokjin's hips rut.

"Fuck," Seokjin whines, "fuck, baby, that's it."

Taehyung hollows his cheeks and slurps Seokjin's cock down, watching him through his sticky eyelashes, and Seokjin cum hard, moaning and grabbing onto Taehyung's head to still his movements while his hips tremble and buck against Taehyung’s mouth. Seokjin pulls his spent cock from between his lips and sits back on his heels, trying to catch his breath and stop himself from spiraling.

"Wow," Taehyung mutters, straightening himself out.

He has managed to wiggle himself out from under Seokjin. Seokjin hums in agreement, staring ahead dazed.

"You okay?" Taehyung asks.

Seokjin clears his throat. "Yeah, just spaced out," he lies. "That was a lot."

Taehyung chuckles. "Yeah, it sure was. Thanks, hyung. You're truly amazing, and well worth the wait."

Taehyung smiles so widely, so brightly, that Seokjin feels burdened by it—nauseated.

"I hate to fuck and run, baby, but I have work in the morning," Seokjin mutters, running a hand through his hair.

Taehyung nods, expression turning blank. "I understand, hyung," he says, crawling close and pulling Seokjin into a soft kiss.

Seokjin feels like sobbing and swallows it down, squeezing his eyes shut. He can't believe fucking Taehyung has made him harbor so many feelings for him. Taehyung licks into Seokjin's mouth, and he does his best to reciprocate, then smiles softly when their lips part.

"Okay, hyung. Get home safely and sleep well. I'll miss you."

With a nod, Seokjin pushes himself to get out of Taehyung's bed. He stands on trembling legs and gathers his clothing, dresses quickly with his eyes trained on the floor before blowing a kiss in Taehyung's direction and walking himself to the door.

Thursday morning, Seokjin calls out of work. He states he has a family emergency and that he will not be able to come in until Monday. His student assistants can handle the duties without him for a few days, so nobody causes a fuss or asks too many questions.

Seokjin sighs with relief and curls in on himself in his bed, trying to think of anything but Taehyung's skin covered in red marks and the look on his face when he came on Seokjin's cock. Try as he might to pretend it never happened, small yellow bruises on Seokjin's thighs say otherwise. Seokjin closes his eyes and tries to picture Jungkook instead, deciding that, for the rest of the week, he needs to completely avoid seeing Taehyung.

Taehyung: Not in the library, hyung?

Seokjin: No, I've been out running errands and visiting nearby schools for some facility planning and other boring shit

Taehyung: Boo, I miss you I guess it's best for me to be less distracted

Seokjin: You'll see me soon, silly

Taehyung: I hope so, hyung 😰

The noodle bar is busier than usual this Friday afternoon, but Seokjin and Jungkook manage to sit in their regular booth in the corner against the window. Seokjin scoots in toward the wall, and Jungkook sits next to him, this time a little closer than usual. There is a soft blush that covers Jungkook's cheeks, and he doesn't make eye contact easily.

"You're so transparent; it's adorable," Seokjin mutters, reaching over to gently caress Jungkook's hand, which is gripping tightly to his thigh. Jungkook's breath hitches, and he looks surprised but relaxes into the touch and even slowly moves his hand to entwine his fingers with Seokjin's.

"I've had time to do some thinking," Jungkook says as he stares absently at the menu in front of him.

"What's on your mind, pretty?" Seokjin asks.

Jungkook swallows hard, then turns slightly toward Seokjin with a soft smile. "You. Us. Everything we discussed the night I confessed over several bottles of soju."

Seokjin hums in acknowledgment.

"I guess we should discuss our expectations and all that, but...I don't know how to go about it. And I don't know if we even have the same expectations." Jungkook looks down, head tilted as if he is suddenly ashamed, and Seokjin squeezes his hand tighter.

"Let's get some food in you, and we can discuss all of that, okay? But don't look so worried. I told you I have feelings for you too, and that means I want to hear you out and take your wants and needs into consideration. I already expect that whatever we do moving forward will be a little difficult, but we can continue seeing each other the way we have been until the time comes that we feel comfortable with being in a public relationship."

Jungkook chuckles and rubs Seokjin's hand with his thumb. "It's so silly," he mutters.

"What's silly, Jungkook?"

Jungkook turns to Seokjin with damp, wide eyes and a soft smile, and his heart pounds in his chest. Jungkook is so pretty, even in his oversized gym clothes.

Just as Jungkook opens his mouth to speak, the server comes by with their food, and Jungkook drops Seokjin's hand, thanking the employee before tearing apart some wooden chopsticks. Flustered by this common occurrence, but also quite hungry, Seokjin decides whatever Jungkook was about to say can wait and picks up his own chopsticks to take a bite.

Taehyung: Safe travels, hyung! Have fun this weekend!

Seokjin: Thanks, baby! Have fun with whatever you're doing, too

Taehyung: Studying, meh Perhaps I'll paint to pass the time

"Wow, this place is amazing, hyung!" Jungkook says as he walks with a basket in his hands, eyeing his surroundings.

It feels like deja vu bringing a pretty boy to picnic along the river, and Seokjin tries to block out memories of the first time he was here, making sure to lead Jungkook to a different spot under different trees than the ones he sat under, not long ago.

Jungkook curls up to Seokjin's side on his comforter and picks at the snacks they prepared together this morning, and Seokjin cracks open the first of several bottles of soju.

"Tomorrow we hike," Seokjin slurs as they pack the blanket and basket, "and do whatever else you want. There are food carts and a night market down the way."

Jungkook grins, eyes shining brightly. "Sounds good, hyung."

"I rented a hanok for us to stay in, not far from here. Do you want to go there now and turn in early or do you want to explore the area?"

"Let's turn in now," Jungkook responds with a yawn. "The soju made me a little sleepy, and it's starting to get cold out."

"Sounds good," Seokjin says as he stands with a groan.

They make their way back to the car, chit-chatting about the river and how the sunset shines pink and orange across it. Jungkook is in a chipper mood tonight, and Seokjin can't help but grin widely as Jungkook points to every bird and rodent he sees, squealing with delight. The leaves have all changed to deeper shades of yellows and reds and fall around them, and Seokjin breathes in the autumn air, feeling grateful to be in this moment with Jungkook.

In the car, Jungkook holds Seokjin's hand while they drive the short distance to their rental home, and once they have gathered their luggage and have settled inside, Jungkook links their hands together once more, tugging Seokjin to the cushions in the main room.

"Wait, let's grab some water before we melt into the couch," Seokjin suggests, pulling Jungkook to the kitchen. The rooms are designed to have a traditional feeling while providing modern amenities, and Seokjin marvels at how charming the space is. Jungkook doesn't seem impressed, gazing only at Seokjin.

With a glass of water in hand, they return to the main room and settle into a couch that is low to the ground and consists mostly of thick, satin cushions. Seokjin sits with a groan, his limbs feeling tired and weak, and Jungkook plops down beside him.

"Hyung," Jungkook says, scooting close to Seokjin. "Thank you for bringing me here.”

"Of course," Seokjin says, taking a drink of water and doing his best to ignore the eager look on Jungkook's face. He wonders if all that soju was a mistake. "I'm glad to be in such a beautiful place with such a beautiful man."

Jungkook pulls the water from Seokjin's fingers, takes a drink, and sets it aside, then hoists one leg over Seokjin's lap, straddling his thighs. Seokjin gasps, looking at Jungkook with wide eyes.

"Jungkook—" Seokjin mutters, but Jungkook shushes him.

"Hyung," Jungkook pauses while his cheeks flush. "I need to kiss you. Please."

"But, I thought we—"

"We can. We will. We'll take it so, super slow. But I need to kiss you before I go crazy, hyung. Please."

Seokjin's hands hold onto Jungkook's impossibly tiny waist through his zip up hoodie, and he does his best to stop his heart from pounding so hard, taking slow, measured breaths.

Jungkook leans down with a smile and softly presses his lips into Seokjin's, and as Jungkook's cologne and musk flood his senses, Seokjin closes his eyes and pulls him closer, wrapping his arms around him. Seokjin darts his tongue out to lick at Jungkook's bottom lip, and Jungkook groans as he opens his mouth, flicking his tongue out as if to beckon Seokjin inside.

Kissing Jungkook is better than Seokjin could have imagined. Jungkook whimpers as he melts into Seokjin, his tongue shyly exploring before allowing Seokjin to take the lead and lick into his mouth. Pitchy, high moans fall from Jungkook's lips, and Seokjin swallows them whole, tightening his grip around his back and pulling him closer.

Without thinking, Seokjin slides his hands down to Jungkook's ass and squeezes, and Jungkook mewls as his hips rock, sending a wave of pleasure over Seokjin's cock. Jungkook runs his hands over Seokjin's chest and squeezes his pecs, and Seokjin whimpers from the friction over his nipples.

"Fuck, Jungkook," Seokjin mutters against Jungkook's mouth. "We're supposed to take it slow."

Jungkook whines and rolls his hips, deliberately rubbing his ass over Seokjin's cock. "Fuck slow, hyung. I need you."

Seokjin gives in long enough to let Jungkook lick into his mouth more aggressively and rock his hips down harder before he comes to his senses, pulling from the kiss. Jungkook is undeterred, nibbling along Seokjin's chin, down to his neck.

"Wait, baby, wait." Seokjin says, grabbing Jungkook gently by the ribs and pushing him just far enough away from Seokjin that they can look each other in the eye. Jungkook's lips are swollen and red, and he looks absolutely sinful.

"Call me that again," Jungkook smirks.

"Baby," Seokjin says sternly. "Are you sure you want to do this? You said—"

"I know what I said," Jungkook huffs, leaning forward enough that Seokjin releases his hold. It is futile; Jungkook is a lot stronger than he is. "I want you to fuck me. Please, hyung. I've wanted it for so long."

Seokjin wraps his arms around Jungkook's ribs. "I know, baby, I have too, but we should think about—"

"No, you don't understand. I haven't just wanted you since I came to college, hyung. I've always wanted you. I applied to that university because of you."

Seokjin clears his throat, feeling a pile of emotions hit him all at once. He is far too intoxicated from both the soju and from Jungkook's eager hips and spit-slicked lips to process this information.

"I've been in love with you for so long," Jungkook whines, pulling Seokjin into a kiss. Seokjin melts into the feeling, but his heart picks up its pace, making Seokjin feel dizzy.

"Please," Jungkook whines, rolling his hips over Seokjin's cock.

"Baby—"

"Hyung, I'm not a kid anymore. I want you so bad. Please, I can make you feel so good."

Seokjin's phone vibrates, causing him to flinch, and he pulls it from his pocket and tosses it aside. Whoever is messaging right now can wait. Jungkook goes back to nibbling on Seokjin's neck, this time a little harder, hands trailing down over his ribs to his waist. He shifts his hips back and runs his hands further down until they are both resting over the bulge in Seokjin's pants, and Seokjin whimpers softly.

"So hard for me, hyung," Jungkook teases, and Seokjin snickers.

"Of course I am."

The screen on Seokjin's phone lights up once more, vibrating on the cushion, and Seokjin does his best to ignore it as Jungkook's fingers make quick work of his belt, button, and zipper.

"Hyung is popular." Jungkook teases, biting his lip as he opens Seokjin's fly, eyes widening as they land on Seokjin's hard cock pressing against black briefs.

Seokjin scoffs, "It's probably nobody."

The phone buzzes again, and Jungkook rolls his eyes as he sits back on his heels, sighing dramatically. "Tell whoever it is that I want to suck your dick and that you'll respond later."

"You wanna suck my dick, huh?" Seokjin teases, and Jungkook pouts.

"I do, but hyung's phone keeps distracting me."

Seokjin grabs his phone, looking at the screen briefly before he decides to just turn the damn thing off, doing his best not to blush. Jungkook lets out a humorless laugh and takes the phone from his hand before Seokjin can shut it down, and Seokjin gasps, reaching feebly for it.

"Jungkook—"

Jungkook clears his throat, reading the messages on the screen aloud, "Thanks for being such a perfect muse and helping me break out of my funk, hyung. I owe you the world. I was right, by the way; you really are pretty when you cum."

Seokjin feels nauseated, swallowing down the taste of bile in his throat, and Jungkook sets his phone down beside him, sitting on the floor. The silence is terrifying, but Seokjin doesn't know what to say, so he says nothing.

After the longest minute of Seokjin's life, Jungkook tugs his mouth into a straight line and says, "I'm going to bed. Sleep well, hyung," Then he gets up, and walks away from Seokjin.

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fireproofdemigoddess · 1 year

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My You

Jungkook has encountered countless versions of Seokjin. Blond and red and purple and brown. All of them tall and broad and handsome as hell. And madly in love with Jungkook, of course. Always.

“So, you’re the guy who ripped up the whole time-space-continuum?”

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or: Multiverse-traveler Jungkook tells Seokjin about all the different ways the two of them fall in love in every single alternate universe.

#jinkook au #jinkook fic #jinkook #kookjin #kookjin au #kookjin fic #bts aus #bts ff #bts fanfic #seokjin x Jungkook #Jungkook x Seokjin #my fics

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here4theheartbreak · 2 years

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The Performance (Under His Mask c.6) - JJK+KSJ

Relationships: Jungkook x Seokjin Genre: fluff, smut | mutual pining, camboy au, strangers to lovers Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~ 5.5k Final Tags: (may not all be applicable in each chapter) Fluff, Angst, Smut, Camboy AU, Mutual Pining, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Trans!Jin, Camboy!Jin, Sex Work, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Masks, University Student!Jungkook, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Strap-Ons, Phone Sex, Rough Sex, Anal, Oral, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, Barebacking, Bottom!Jungkook, Top!Jungkook, Bottom!Seokjin, Top!Seokjin

Summary: Jungkook’s luck is on his side when he wins a raffle hosted by his favorite camboy. The winning prize is a chance to sleep with him on camera. But when Jungkook finally gets to meet the handsome performer face to face, they realize they aren’t the strangers that they thought they were.

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Despite his anxiety, Jungkook found himself at ease in Jin’s presence the next morning. It was just something about him that made things seem… Less bad. The two ate a breakfast cooked by Jin, then did the dishes together, despite Jin’s argument that Jungkook did not need to help. Following that, they sat far too close on the couch while playing video games, letting the hours tick by – enjoying one another’s presence. Lunch was ordered when both decided they were too hungry to cook – though it was Jungkook that paid this time, and – though Jungkook promised himself he’d keep things casual – a few hours after lunch was spent sharing space and touches while they made out like teenagers in Jin’s bed.

It wasn’t until well past dinner time – and another of Jin’s fantastic meals – that Jungkook finally removed himself from the apartment, sharing another kiss that made him ache before the door was opened.

“I’ll see you in church,” Jin said as Jungkook walked away – that teasing tone warming his face and tying his belly into knots the entire drive home.

As promised, Jin did see him in church, though they both remained professional and heterosexually distant, save for that one soft smirk that Jin wore when their eyes met as his father preached about the modern sin of promiscuity.

Jungkook had no time to spend with Jin the following week; school and his own work keeping him busy, on top of things his father needed him to do, and spending time with his friends, lest they think he abandoned them. But they shared texts at least a few hours a day – sometimes simple memes that made one another laugh, other times ranting about this or that, and at times suggestive comments, as casual as a good morning. None of it was doing anything for Jungkook’s attempts to not fall deeper in love with the handsome camboy. No, he was well and truly fucked. And as Friday crept closer, anxiety about the after grew.

Friday morning, Jin texted him with information of how to prepare for the show – simple stuff of course, that Jungkook already knew, but the reminder was nice. They chatted over text while Jungkook was still in bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes. When would Jungkook arrive, did they want to grab dinner beforehand – simply making plans, as any two friends would. Of course, most of the time those plans didn’t involve getting absolutely railed in on screen for hundreds of strangers – but otherwise, a perfectly normal conversation.

And a conversation – Jungkook realized – that he simply could not get out of his head. Classes were pointless; he could barely retain information that was mentioned five minutes before, too focused on the upcoming event. He skipped his final class of the day, opting instead to sit in the silence of the library and do his best to relax before heading home. A quick hello to his parents, up the stairs to shower and prepare, and then out the door after letting his parents know he’d be out with friends and might stay the night with them.

Jin never stopped stealing Jungkook’s breath. Every time he saw him, no matter how casual, it was like a vision of heaven.

Jin ushered him inside and pressed a kiss to his temple. “You feeling good?”

“I’m okay.”

“No second thoughts?” Jin was walking away as he spoke, heading toward the kitchen. The smell of cooking food wafting from it was mouthwatering.

“None,” Jungkook said as he tugged his shoes off, following after Jin. He leaned on the counter, watching him stir the food in the pan. “Nervous, but I’m ready. I think.”

“You’ll do fine,” Jin assured him, smiling brightly. “Will you grab bowls?”

Jungkook obeyed, familiar by now with Jin’s kitchen set up. Jin served the food and went to the table. They ate in a comfortable quiet, casual questions about one another’s day, all carefully avoiding the impending event.

“About ready,” Jin said, poking his head out of the bedroom. “I have your mask.”

“Do I need makeup?”

“Only if you want it. A little eyeliner, maybe, but the eyeholes in this one are somewhat small, so I don’t think it’s necessary. And you’ve got a beautiful complexion, so I think you’ll be alright.”

Jungkook nodded. “Do I need to change?”

“You wore those jeans,” Jin said with a smirk. “You don’t. You look great. Just…” He strode over to Jungkook and pulled him up off the couch. Their faces nearly touching, Jin carefully unbuttoned the top three buttons, baring Jungkook’s chest. “There. And bare feet, if you don’t mind.”

“Preferred,” Jungkook admitted. He tugged his socks off and shoved them into his shoes. Jin took his hand and led him into the bedroom. On the dresser were two masks – the kitten one that Jungkook loved Jin wearing, and a bunny one, made of sleek molded plastic colored soft pink with one flopped ear.

“I got it for you,” Jin said, picking it up. He held it out. “May I?”

Jungkook nodded. He didn’t want to raise his hands from his sides, afraid they’d show the shaking. Jin carefully slid the mask down over Jungkook’s head, pulling at the straps to tighten it just so and fixing his hair around it. He grinned. “Can you see well?”

Jungkook nodded, his head feeling a little off balance from the mask. It covered his face just past his nose, and he could feel the edge only a few millimeters from his top lip. “It won’t fall off?” He worried, touching the side of it.

“It shouldn’t. But if you feel it slipping, just turn your face toward the wall that the side of the bed is against and fix it; there’s no good camera angles there so it’ll hide any slipping.”

Jungkook nodded again. He touched the bottom of the mask where it was near his lip. “I can’t kiss you.”

“Afraid not, the masks would get in the way. Sorry,” Jin looked sheepish. “I didn’t think about that.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sure the viewers don’t care much about kissing anyways,” Jungkook said, laughing a little. He looked over at the bed, the sheets a rich burgundy color tonight.

Jin stepped up behind him and rubbed his shoulders. “You’re gonna do great, JK. I know you will.”

“I’m nervous,” Jungkook whispered. “What if I mess up?”

“You can’t. Try not to focus on the cameras. I’ll be controlling all that, you have nothing to worry about. You just worry about feeling good, okay?”

“And making you feel good,” Jungkook said softly.

“You don’t have to try to manage that, you always do that.” Jin pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s neck. “I’ll start the show and have you come in after a few minutes, okay? Just stand off to the side of the bed and I’ll wave you on.”

Jungkook nodded again. He leaned against Jin’s firm chest, trying to force himself to relax.

“And don’t be afraid to be loud. Moan if it feels good, don’t try to stifle it or hide it. We’re gonna have fun tonight.” Jin kissed his neck again and walked away. Jungkook stepped up to the side of the bed, leaning against the wall. He watched Jin prep the cameras and lights, moving in almost the exact same way he did the Friday before. It must have been muscle memory by this point, Jungkook figured.

Jin pulled his mask on, taking a moment to adjust his own shirt – a nearly see through white button down a pair of light blue jeans. He unbuttoned the jeans then and unzipped them, revealing a peek of black boxers. He looked over at Jungkook and smiled. “I’m gonna start… Anything last minute?”

“No. I’m ready,” Jungkook said softly.

Jin nodded once and sat down, grabbing the little remote he used to start the show. His grin brightened immediately when the camera turned on. Jungkook was able to get a better look at the viewscreen this time; reading the comments as people said hello to Jin, asking a hundred questions it felt like. It was overwhelming, trying to read them all, despite the large font size on the screen. Jin seemed to manage though, responding to people every few comments. He turned on music softly, letting his body sway to it as he spoke in gentle, soothing tones. Jungkook pulled his focus away from the screen and back to Jin, listening to him.

“I’ve been so excited about tonight,” Jin was saying. “I met our lucky winner a few weeks ago, shortly after we made contact about the event. He’s so handsome guys, you have no idea. An amazing body. I think you’re going to be really really pleased. Of course, he’s never performed on camera before – so please make sure to let him know how good he is, okay?” He paused, reading a few comments. “I know, well, let’s not keep you all waiting. Cooky?”

Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat. He met Jin’s expectant gaze, but it took a few seconds for his legs to cooperate with him. He nearly tripped, his cheeks burning, but managed to step around the bed and sit next to Jin without any major humiliations.

“Hi,” he said softly, hating the sound of his own voice suddenly. He tried to smile, but could see himself in the screen – he looked terrified, even with the mask.

Jin smiled regardless. He reached over and slid one hand over Jungkook’s chest. “Take a look,” he said to the camera. “How lucky did I get?” He looked at Jungkook. “Why don’t you show us a little more?”

Jungkook nodded. He carefully undid the remaining buttons and paused before letting the shirt fall off his shoulders. He wanted to see the comments, but couldn’t bring himself to. What if they hated him? Jin didn’t let his thoughts linger however. He grinned broadly.

“See?” He asked the camera. “Stunning, right? And even better… Look what I found out.” He reached up and slid his hand over Jungkook’s bare chest, stopping a moment to pinch his right nipple.

Jungkook gasped involuntarily. Jin tugged again, then leaned forward, sliding his tongue over the little erect peak. Jungkook moaned softly, his eyes slipping shut. Jin pulled back. “Sensitive,” he purred. Jungkook knew he was talking to the camera – the hundreds of viewers – but he tried to ignore it. He reached over, sliding his hand up Jin’s thigh slowly, opening his eyes just enough to see Jin.

“Mm… Right to the main event?” Jin teased. He grabbed Jungkook’s hand off his thigh and brought it up to his mouth, kissing the back of it. “They’ve seen me a hundred times… Why don’t you show us your cock instead, bunny boy?”

Jungkook stood and reached for the button of his jeans. Jin shook his head. “Changed my mind.” He stripped his shirt off as well and sank to his knees, reaching over to change the angle of the camera as he did. Only Jungkook’s belly down was visible now, stopping just past his knees. Jin confidently reached out and grabbed the waist of his jeans, undoing them and peeling them down to his calves. He gasped aloud. Jungkook glanced down, his body going cold. Oh God, he’d forgotten to tell Jin about that. In an effort to be sexy, Jungkook had foregone his normal boxers in favor of a pair of lacy black panties. His cock was stiffening despite his anxiety, pushing the front of them out obscenely.

“Surprise,” he tried to sound confident, fearing the worst. What if Jin was pissed? He should have asked.

“Are these for me?” Jin purred, stroking his fingertip along the frilly waistband.

“Yeah… Thought you might like your prize all packaged up nice.”

“Oh, my prize?” Jin teased, looking up at Jungkook. “Wasn’t my bare hole your prize?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said. He smirked a little. “But you’re gonna be the one coming on my cock. Seems like it’s a prize for you too.”

Jin’s eyes shined with pride. “You’ve got a good point… Been a long time since a cock this nice fucked me good. Have you saved yourself for me?” He asked. He ran his finger along the ridge of Jungkook’s cock, hooking it in the waistband and tugging until the reddened tip peeked from the panties. “Made sure to keep a nice big load in these for my first creampie?” He cupped Jungkook’s balls where they were trapped in the panties. Jungkook nodded.

“Haven’t touched myself for a week,” he whispered.

“Good boy. I wanna be filled up so nice for my first time.” He pouted then, widening his eyes to give him an innocent look. “I wanna suck your cock but these panties are so nice… I don’t wanna take them off yet.”

Jungkook ran his fingers through Jin’s hair. “Maybe I should suck yours first then.”

Jin whined and bit his lip. “Yeah? Wanna suck my dick, Cooky?”

Jungkook nodded. “Gonna make you come with my tongue before I stick my cock in you. Wanna feel how wet you can get for me first.”

Jin moaned softly. He slid his hand down over his crotch, pressing his palm down. “Fuck, I’m already aching,” he whispered.

Jungkook lowered himself to his knees, ignoring the sound of the tip jar as best he could, despite its increase in volume. He met Jin’s gaze.

“Make me suck it,” he whispered. “Make me suck your dick, use my mouth to come.”

“Fuck, Cooky,” Jin whispered. He stood up, his crotch directly in Jungkook’s vision. “Go ahead then. Make me come. Earn the right to fuck my hole bare.”

Jungkook smirked at the challenge. He tugged the already undone jeans down, letting Jin kick them off. He slid his hand up Jin’s thigh and over, finding his center through the fabric and pressing. He chuckled. “You’re already dripping,” he teased. He pulled the shorts down then, taking a moment admire Jin’s body.

Hair closely trimmed on his pubic mound, shaved elsewhere. Full, smooth outer folds, plump, ruddy inner folds, already slick with his arousal and just a bit too large to fully hide inside. His dick was just peeking from the top of his slit, a tease that Jungkook couldn’t wait to get more of. Firm thighs, a toned belly… Jin was perfect.

Jungkook shifted to make sure he wasn’t blocking the camera. He used his thumbs to spread Jin’s slit, revealing his arousal pinked inside, shining wet. His hole was a small gape, no bigger than Jungkook’s finger…. So far.

“You’re so tight,” Jungkook commented. “I’m gonna gape your hole, Jinnie.”

Jin whined, and his hole fluttered, a dribble of arousal escaping and dripping between his legs.

“Fuck. I can’t,” Jungkook groaned. He dove forward, pointing his tongue and driving it into Jin’s tiny hole.

Jin groaned, throwing his head back. Jungkook began to thrust his tongue, driving it deep. He alternated the thrusting with gentle grazes of his teeth and licks across Jin’s folds and up, over his dick. Jin’s arousal dribbled freely from his center, his moans increasing in intensity. Jungkook let him step back and sit down before diving back in, this time taking his dick into his mouth and sucking hard. Jin screamed happily, his fingers tangling in Jungkook’s hair. His hips began to twitch forward. Jungkook smirked. He let his teeth graze the sensitive tip, earning a high squeal from Jin and a gush of fluid from his hole.

He pulled away, letting the camera catch the desperate fluttering and twitching of Jin’s hips and hole.

“God, look at this tiny thing,” Jungkook mumbled, teasing the edge of Jin’s hole with his pinkie. “I wanna sit you on my cock right now… Watch this sweet little space stretch wide… Force it to take my cock deep.”

Jin whined, one hand fisting the sheet next to his hip.

“Then do it,” he panted. “Fuck me, Cooky.”

“Not yet,” Jungkook argued. He sank back down, thrusting his tongue back into Jin. He closed his eyes, focusing only on Jin’s pleas, his hands in his hair, urging him on - begging him to stop, too much, but pushing his head forward at the same time. Jin’s dick was nearly throbbing when Jungkook moved up to suck it, slipping one finger into Jin’s hole while he did. He stroked the soft, spongy mound, smirking when Jin’s thighs tightened around his head for a moment.

“Please!“ Jin gasped, yanking at his hair.

“I know, I’ve got you,” Jungkook encouraged. “Come on, Jinnie. Let it feel good.”

Jin groaned, his head falling back on the mattress. Jungkook licked him again, pushing his tongue a little deeper into Jin’s hole. Jin whined softly, deep in his chest. Jungkook forced himself to focus only on Jin’s sounds, the hitches of his breath and way he moved just so, indicating when something felt good.

He swiped his tongue the sensitive skin and drove it into Jin’s center, flicking and thrusting it along the spongy walls. Jin’s hole fluttered and clenched, his arousal dribbling out every few thrusts to linger on Jungkook’s tongue, making his cock throb desperately between his legs.

Jungkook moved up, his nose brushing Jin’s stiff dick playfully. He grinned when Jin gasped, hips twitching up.

Jungkook wrapped his lips around it, sucking firmly. He treated it in every way like any other cock he’d had in his mouth, flicking his tongue under the sensitive little flared ridge; alternating between gentle and firm sucking, and slight bobs of his head that let the shaft slip in and out of his lips.

Jin shouted, his hands flying out. He grabbed Jungkook’s hair, twisting his hips up until Jungkook’s face was buried in his soft pubic mound, hair tickling his nose. Jungkook smirked as well as he could, tightening his lips around Jin’s dick. He let Jin thrust, moving his own head just enough to keep the tip between his lips, the shaft sliding in and out.

Jin’s moaning increased in volume, and the sound of the tip jar in the room was increasing in speed; they were enjoying the show. Jungkook glanced up. Jin’s eyes were shut, his mouth pulled back into a wide grin as he thrust his hips. Jungkook wondered if he could come just from a blowjob like this, or if he’d ever had the chance to try; he’d have to remember to ask later. Right now though, he had to focus.

Jungkook let his mouth fall open, still keeping pressure on Jin’s dick. The spit that had been gathering behind his lips ran down toward Jin’s hole. Jungkook moved his right hand, catching it on his fingers and sliding two smoothly into Jin’s slick center.

Jin’s moan shifted into a shout, his grip on Jungkook’s hair becoming painful for a second before disappearing. Jungkook pulled away, his chin wet. He was surprised to see Jin’s dick, far more swollen and erect than he’d seen it before. He shifted over, remembering a camera behind him to catch the close-up angle for this. A glance at the screen along the wall confirmed it; Jin had switched the angles and the viewers could now see a semi-close up of his opening, Jungkook’s fingers buried to the last knuckle. He moved his fingers back slowly, watching it on the camera. Spreading them, Jin’s vibrant, spongy hole came into view; where he’d be buried in a very short while. He moved up alongside Jin, kicking his jeans off as he did and leaving himself in just his panties. He pressed kisses to his shoulder as he began to finger him, stretching him slightly and pulling out every little bit to shift and stroke his hard dick.

Jin whined and moaned, his head thrown back as Jungkook pleasured him. Jungkook took a moment to watch the screen again, reading some of the comments as they flowed in. Most were encouraging his orgasm, some requested harder or more fingers, some were expressing a wish that they were in Jungkook’s place. He smirked at those, pride spiking through him.

Jungkook pressed a kiss to Jin’s ear, wishing the masks weren’t in the way.

“You’re so warm, Jinnie,” he growled. “So tight…”

Jin whined, arching his hips. Jungkook began to thrust his fingers faster, using his thumb to constantly stimulate Jin’s dick now.

“Please—“ Jin whined.

“Maybe we should let your viewers help,” Jungkook suggested. He pulled his fingers free, taking a moment to admire the fluttering of Jin’s hole on screen and the desperate cry from Jin. He reached over and grabbed the pink bullet, holding it up. Jin smirked. He changed the camera angle to the one parallel to the bed and moved over, sitting on the edge of the bed a moment before lying flat and pulling one foot onto the mattress. Jungkook watched the screen, letting Jin zoom in to the right level to see his hole clearly, but still give a little peek up along his flat tummy to his face, head propped on pillows.

Jungkook turned the toy on and added lube before sliding it into Jin’s wet hole. Immediately Jin jerked. The tip jar sounds increased almost comically, and Jin’s body shuddered and writhed as they caused the intensity to skyrocket. Jungkook leaned down, careful not to hide Jin’s hole from view. He began to suck his dick, surprised that he could feel a dull vibration from the toy even on his lips.

“I can’t—“ Jin gasped when the delightful torture continued another five minutes.

“Yes you can,” Jungkook said. He moved up, sliding his hand down to play with Jin’s dick instead. He nuzzled his ear.

“Come on, Jinnie. Come for us. Show me how desperate you are… Let it go.” He nipped his ear before continuing. “Come and make yourself nice and wet for my cock.”

Jin gasped, grabbing Jungkook’s wrist, pushing down. Jungkook obeyed, rubbing and pinching harder. He could feel Jin shuddering, edging closer.

“Want my cock, Jinnie?” He continued.

Jin nodded, his mouth hanging open. “Please—“

“Then come. Come good for me, gorgeous. Come so I can fuck you. Fill you like you deserve.”

Jin bucked, his breath catching. His dick throbbed under Jungkook’s fingers. Jungkook glanced up, watching his hole clench rhythmically, fluid dribbling around the bright pink device. Jungkook reached down and grabbed the end of it, pulling it out with a wet pop. Jin cried his name sharply, hips jerking up hard enough that it pulled his body away from Jungkook. Fluid rushed from his hole as he shuddered through his first orgasm of the night. Jungkook turned off the toy, setting it aside before reaching out and stroking Jin’s shuddering belly, looking down at him. “So good for me, Jinnie,” Jungkook purred. “Want my cock now, baby?” He felt somewhat silly saying it - but knew that playing up the audience was important.

Jin looked over, his gaze shifting to something Jungkook couldn’t immediately read.

“No,” Jin said. Before Jungkook could gather enough coherent thoughts to respond, Jin was up. He flattened Jungkook onto the bed hard enough to knock the wind from him. His cock jutted up against the fabric of the panties almost comically, stiff and aching.

Jungkook could see Jin’s release slicking his thighs as he straddled him, hovering just barely above Jungkook’s cock. The heat of his body was almost unbearable, not softened at all with the barely there fabric.

“Jinnie—“

“I’m going to have your cock. It’s my turn to tease, you little brat.”

Jungkook’s grin spread so wide his face ached. He bucked his hips playfully, meeting Jin’s gaze. “Then take it,” he whispered. “Use my cock and make yourself come again, pretty boy.”

Jin moved off Jungkook’s legs and grabbed the panties at the waistband. He yanked hard, and Jungkook heard a satisfying ripping sound even as Jin tore them down his legs. He tossed them away and re-straddled Jungkook’s waist, moving just enough to let Jungkook’s tip catch on his hole. That predatory Cheshire smile returned once more.

Jungkook whined softly.

“Yes…” He reached for Jin, but Jin smacked his hands away. Jin reached between them and grabbed Jungkook’s cock, angling it upward. He leaned over him, teasing his tip for a few moments. Their eyes locked as Jin finally sank down, burying Jungkook’s entire length in his body. Jungkook gasped, a shout catching in his throat. He was overwhelmed with the wet heat and tight squeeze, a velvety soft clench that was both too much and not enough, thumping to match Jin’s pulse. Jin leaned back, moaning happily as Jungkook’s cock bumped his upper wall, nudging his sensitive spot. He began to ride him immediately, barely giving Jungkook a moment to adjust.

He gasped, grabbing for Jin’s waist once more. This time Jin pushed his hands back down to his sides and pinned them.

Their gazes met. “You made me come,” Jin panted as he rode Jungkook hard and fast. “You teased and edged me, and now it’s my turn. I wanna make you scream, pretty bunny.”

Jungkook’s moan choked off in his throat, his cock throbbing hard enough that even Jin noticed and laughed.

“Oh he likes it,” he said, looking at a camera. “He’s so hard and keeps twitching in me, it’s so nice - he’s got such a big cock.” He pulled off suddenly, the wet squelch of Jungkook’s cock leaving his hole loud and obscene.

Jungkook blinked, forcing himself to focus. His cock was wet from root to tip, the head purpled and dribbling precome.

“Please—“ He choked, looking desperately up at Jin.

Jin shook his head. He moved back and spread Jungkook’s legs. Jungkook’s ass clenched, his heart skipping a beat as his mind instinctively shifted, wondering if Jin was going to top him.

Instead, he put Jungkook’s legs over his broad shoulders and went up on his knees, lifting Jungkook’s hips.

“You okay?” Jin asked softly. Jungkook nodded, his eyes wide.

Jin reached between the gap in his thighs and grabbed his cock, stroking it once before gently pushing it down, toward his balls. Right before it reached the point of pain, Jin stopped and spread his own legs. He pressed his hips forward, against the back of Jungkook’s thighs, and pushed Jungkook’s cock into his hole.

Jungkook whined softly. The pressure on his cock plus the new angle inside Jin was just as overwhelming as the initial penetration.

Jin grabbed his legs and began to thrust his hips. Glancing at the screen, Jungkook realized what he’d done; the new position made it seem that Jin was the one fucking into Jungkook‘s body. Jungkook moaned low and long at that, letting his head fall back onto the pillow.

“Fuck me,” he moaned softly.

“What?” Jin teased.

“Fuck me, please Jinnie—“ He repeated.

“Little louder, if you would bunny boy.” He squeezed his thighs together, keeping Jungkook’s cock from sinking deep enough.

Jungkook sobbed brokenly. “Fuck me!” He shouted. “Use me and make me come please, Jinnie—“

Jin giggled brightly. “That’s what I thought you said.” He relaxed and picked up speed, his hole squeezing around Jungkook’s aching cock. His dick, still hard and jutting from the top of his slit, rubbed along Jungkook’s slick cock on each thrust, the sight making Jungkook’s balls throb with need.

Jin gave him no time catch his breath or relax as they fucked. Jungkook was both overstimulated and not enough. The angle - though arousing in visual - had one side effect that he was confident Jin had done on purpose; he couldn’t come. The downward angle pinched just so that all he could do was reach that edge, his balls tensing and throbbing, the tangled knot in his gut tense enough to snap - and then nothing.

Jungkook was shouting with pleasure after fifteen minutes, and nearly sobbing after twenty. The tip jar was going crazy, taunting Jungkook. Every time he glanced at the screen the comments were egging Jin on, encouraging him to edge Jungkook until he cried, fuck him until he couldn’t handle it, and more. The viewers loved this side of Jin that they hadn’t been able to see before. And so did Jungkook.

Jin was stunning, his skin wet with sweat and nearly glowing, eyes shining with pride and pleasure. Jungkook would have edged for days if this was what he got in return.

But, all good things end, and after thirty minutes, Jin shuddered. He clenched hard around Jungkook, pressure seeming to build in intensity.

“I can’t—“ Jin gasped. “Gonna come—“

“Come,” Jungkook encouraged. “Let it out.”

Jin pulled back. “Sit up.”

Jungkook nodded. He sat on the edge of the bed like he’d seen Jin do a hundred times, his cock wet and hard. Jin straddled him, facing away from him. Jungkook pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade and grabbed his cock, holding it steady as Jin sank down onto it. They both moaned.

Jin began to ride him, his hands braced on Jungkook’s knees. Jungkook thrusted up, meeting Jin’s hips with a wet smack as their bodies collided. He wrapped an arm around Jin’s belly when the other began to shake, worried about him falling.

“Harder, Cooky—“ Jin gasped.

Jungkook obeyed, bracing his feet on the floor and slamming his hips up into Jin’s wet hole. Jin’s head fell back. He screamed in pleasure and clenched his body around Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook gritted his teeth, forcing his way deep into Jin despite it. Jin’s release began to gush out around the shaft, soaking Jungkook’s lap and the bed as Jin shuddered through the orgasm, his silken walls milking Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook’s body wasted no time.

Jungkook gasped, his fingers biting into Jin’s warm skin. “Oh fuck, I can’t— Jinnie, I can’t stop it—“

“Don’t,” Jin panted, still shuddering. “Let it happen. Fill me up, Cooky.”

Jungkook shouted against Jin’s shoulder, driving his cock up. He shoved Jin down, burying himself to the balls. He could feel Jin’s dick throbbing as it rested against his sack, obscene and arousing. One more shallow twitch of his hips, and the thread inside finally snapped.

This orgasm was just as - if not more - intense than the previous one he’d shared with Jin. Sparks brought tears to his eyes, blurring his vision as his balls throbbed painfully. He could feel his cock twitching, the small slit struggling to squirt his release deep into Jin’s body as quickly as his balls were urging.

Jin moved and Jungkook held him tighter, sobbing weakly as his body shuddered. He could hear him talking, something about feeling it, so much, so full - but couldn’t focus long enough to react. Instead he whined softly, reaching one hand down to squeeze his aching balls gently, shuddering visibly.

Jin’s laugh dragged his focus back slowly. He let his grip around his waist relax.

“All good, Cooky?” Jin purred. Jungkook nodded lamely.

“Wanna see what you did to me, handsome?” Jin jutted his chin toward the screen. Jungkook looked up. The angle a semi close shot of their connected bodies, little trickles of milky white running down Jungkook’s balls.

“Lay back when I do,” Jin whispered.

He pushed his back against Jungkook’s chest and Jungkook went back, keeping his eyes on the screen.

His softening cock slipped out of Jin’s gaping hole. It was immediately followed by a gush of milky fluid, both clear and white, that would have looked fake had Jungkook not experienced it. It dribbled over his cock and legs, hot and sticky. He moaned and reached down at the same time Jin did. They both sank their fingers into him. Jin moaned softly, relaxing against Jungkook as they fingered his used body lazily.

Jin sighed, gently pulling his fingers out. Jungkook followed suit and helped Jin sit up on the bed. He sat up as well, smirking when he saw a thin trickle of his come still dribbling from Jin.

“Talk about a prize that was worth it,” Jin joked, looking at the camera. “I hope all of you enjoyed that as much as I did. And thank you all again for all your support. And a great thank you to Cooky, for all his time and effort today.” Jungkook blushed, looking over at Jin.

“Thank you for giving me the opportunity,” he said softly. Now that the arousal had worn off, he wasn’t sure what to say. Jin didn’t seem bothered. He grinned and looked back at the camera.

“Now, we have a good mess to clean up, so I’ll talk to you all soon.” He rose and blew a kiss to the camera before ending the stream.

The room was silent for a painfully long moment. Jungkook looked down, watching a trickle of his release running lazily down Jin’s thick thigh.

“I—“

“That was amazing,” Jin said, cutting him off before he could say anything stupid. Jin tugged his mask off, flattening down his hair before wandering around the room to turn off the lights and extra cameras. Jungkook pulled his own mask off. He watched Jin quietly, his heart squeezing painfully. That was that, right? They’d done it – contract complete.

#thebtswritersclub #networkbangtan #bangtanarmynet #jinkook #seokjin x jungkook #jungkook x seokjin #jin x jungkook #jungkook x jin #mywriting

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yoonsnymph · 7 months

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2. 8-bit Zombie 🧟

Spooky Scary 2023 Challenge

Prompt: 2. 8-bit Zombie

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Kim Seokjin / Jeon Jungkook

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, PWP without Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Top Kim Seokjin | Jin, Bottom Jeon Jungkook, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Cock Warming, seokjin is a gamer, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, Dom/sub Undertones, Hair-pulling, spooky scary 2023, October Prompt Challenge

Words: 1078 Chapters: 1/1

Ao3: 2. 8-bit Zombie - yoonsnymph - 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS [Archive of Our Own]

The game isn't quite realistic enough to be scary, but something about the tiny zombies with bloody faces and orthopedic moving bodies is catchy enough to make Seokjin's mind forget about his surroundings, that is until he gets startled by a hand sliding up the inside of his thigh.

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The room is dark, Seokjin has his headphones on at almost max volume, enough to not hear anything but the game he's been focused on for two days. The lights are completely turned off for ambiance.

He jumps back on his chair, making it roll back far enough for his headphones to fall off his head, "What the hell are you doing?!" he asks breathlessly, focusing again on the game for a brief second to make sure his character won't die as he frowns at Jungkook hiding under his desk.

Jungkook chuckles, "Nothing," he says, pulling Seokjin's chair closer, and sliding his hands up Seokjin's thighs until he reaches the waistband of his pants.

"Koo, I can't pause the game, give me two minutes," he pleads, reading into Jungkook's intentions.

Surprisingly, Jungkook obeys and sits back on the floor with a pout. Seokjin smiles and messes his boyfriend's hair up before putting his attention back on the game.

He plays for long enough to get lost in it again until Jungkook presses his cheek against his knee, letting him know it's been well over two minutes.

"Sorry, baby," he says, pressing the buttons of his keyboard with one hand and using the other to take his dick out of his pants, pumping it a few times with his hand, "Take it, honey, but don't distract me from the game, ok?"

Jungkook hums in understanding and takes Seokjin's shaft in his hand, toying with it softly, almost unnoticeably until it's completely hard and then he wraps his lips around the tip and suckling on it lazily.

The feeling is familiar to Seokjin, but he still can't help the grunt that escapes from the back of his throat.

Jungkook likes to play with Seokjin's cock as if it was a sucker. Sometimes focusing only on the tip and suckling like he's milking it, the bitter taste is one of his favourite things in the world and almost wishes he could have it in his mouth forever.

He closes his eyes and leans his head on Seokjin's thigh, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric of his sweatpants against the skin of his cheek, "Baby wants to cock-warm me?" Seokjin asks, taking Jungkook out of his dreamy state when the game stops on a loading screen that tells Seokjin he's fine getting distracted for a few minutes while the millions of little, badly rendered zombies are done generating for him and his team to be able to play.

Jungkook looks up at him without taking his mouth away from Seokjin's dick, "Do you want to sleep with it in your mouth?" Seokjin asks, "You're gonna hurt your knees," he explains at Jungkook round eyes, "It'd be more comfortable if you seat on it, eh?"

The excitement in Jungkook's face when he gets his mouth away from Seokjin's cock to get out from under the desk makes Seokjin chuckle, "Are you open, baby?" he asks and chuckles again when Jungkook nods proudly, blushing bright red, "Show me."

"Hyung," Jungkook mumbles after letting his pajama pants fall to the floor along with his underwear and his shirt, "Can I make you come first?" he requests cutely, fidgeting with his own fingers, "I'd really like to be filled while I sit on it."

Seokjin feels a rush of electricity run down his spine, "I can't say no if you ask that nicely," he concedes, caressing Jungkook's cheek with the palm of his hand, "Come on then."

Jungkook smiles and takes the lube from Seokjin's desk to make sure he's open and sleek enough for him. Three of his fingers slip past his rim easily and he moans, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling his own dick pulsate.

He doesn't dwell too much on having to take his fingers out too quickly, using the same hand to rub the leftover lube around his cockhead before turning around and sitting on it, slowly taking it in while Seokjin grips his waist, digging his nails gently into his skin.

They both hold their breath until Jungkook is fully settled around Seokjin and they grunt together. Jungkook bites down on his lower lip and stares at the computer screen, begging for it to keep loading, until he's done because if Seokjin's starts playing again before he's finished, he's afraid the frustration might kill him.

When he gets used to the feeling of fullness, he stays still and clenches around Seokjin once, teasingly, moaning as Seokjin rubs all over his insides, pushing against his prostate after a few tries. The warmth of a building orgasm pools quickly at the bottom of his belly, making his breathing harder. He doesn't care to last, he wants to make Seokjin come before the game starts again, so he moves fast, riding Seokjin's cock the way he knows he likes, shallow and tight.

Seokjin hods onto Jungkook's waist, not to guide him but to have something to ground himself while his boyfriend dutifully takes what he wants. He pushes his lips against the back of Jungkook's shoulder and bites him there, earning a cute gasp from the other.

It takes no time for them to start moving in unison, the slaps of skin against skin loud in the dark room. Seokjin tangles his fingers on Jungkook's long locks and pulls his head back hard, attaching his teeth to the flesh of his exposed throat. Jungkook's movements become erratic and the chucked-up noises he's making are drowning Seokjin's mind as he thrusts up to meet Jungkook's hips, his own orgasm making his entire body tense up before he's coming inside Jungkook's tight hole.

The warm, runny semen against Jungkook's walls always make him feel scared for a second that he's having an accident, so he sits still, flushed against Seokjin's body until he feels good to pull back to turn around and straddle his hyung's lap, facing him this time and sliding his softening cock back inside his hole with a quiet gasp. He holds onto Seokjin and leans his cheek on his shoulder, making sure there's enough space for Seokjin to look at the screen and keep playing while Jungkook drifts off to sleep.

#writeblr #seokjin #jungkook #not sfw #bts fanfic #jinkook #jinkook au #seokjin x jungkook #finished

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marxy-06 · 4 months

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Favorites Fic Recs 5

Thank you to all the amazing writers <3

Kim Seokjin

Broken happy ever after (@taexual)

Of bears and bonds (@yoonia)

Switched (@i-am-baechu)

Scale (@shina913)

Kyoho (@jeonqkooks)

End of the line (@kookslastbutton)

Min Yoongi

Only for you (@beautifulfuckup99)

Fix you (@casuallyimagining)

The one that I adore (@gimmethatagustd)

Man of the year (@raplinesmoon)

Wishes (@i-am-baechu)

Set me free (@casuallyimagining)

Jung Hoseok

Flower (@readyplayerhobi)

Dinner plans cancelled (@souryoong)

Close call (@xjoonchildx)

Bloom (@7deadlysinsfics)

Kim Namjoon

My girl (@beautifulfuckup99)

Like couples do (@jinkookspencil)

Face sitting (@euphoricfilter)

B.S standards (@katnisspeetaprim)

Pregnancy insecurity (@katnisspeetaprim) NAMJOON

Park Jimin

Love Bug (@httpjeon)

Photograph (@i-am-baechu)

Wanna watch a sex tape (@gimmethatagustd)

Into you (@phenomenalgirl9)

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Still waters run deep (@btsmosphere)

Something blue (@moni-logues)

A human touch (@snackhobi)

Let love be enough (@jingabitch)

My tears ricochet (@augustbutwinter)

Goodbye (@jjksblackgf)

Wanna watch a sex tape (@gimmethatagustd)

That Irish barista (@i-am-baechu)

Race to your heart (@jjkeverlast)

Loverboy (@kookslastbutton)

Jeon Jungkook

Do it right (@rerefundslocals)

Gold is dull (@kookluvre) -> (hasn't been updated in awhile but def worth the read)

Best friends (@trivia-yandere)

Need you (@archivedkookie)

Across a crowded room (@monimonimoon)

A little reminder (@beautifulfuckup99)

University superstar (@jungkookstatts)

But we loved too young (@jl-micasea-fics)

Skirt chasers (@1kook)

Big enough for both of us (@btsmosphere)

Bodywork (@angeljeonjk97)

Deep in the woods (@angllicjk)

Angel in the marble (@venusjeon)

Was it better (@gyukookswhore)

97 (@rrjkive)

Lemon sherbet (@extravaguk)

The m-word (@hansolmates)

Head over skates (@mercurygguk)

Gun (@kooeater)

Café o lay (@taesspark)

Guilty pleasures (@kookslastbutton)

Purple car (@fruitmins)

Until my last breath (@iamjungkooked)

Don't want your sympathy (@sketchguk)

Couples shoot (@katnisspeetaprim)

What we need (@jungkookstatts)

Praising (@neo-percs)

Show you what devotion is (@euaphoric)

Pluto (@katnisspeetaprim)

Cherry candy (@bonny-kookoo)

OT7

Before I leave you (@hollyhomburg)

#bts namjoon #bts x reader #fanfic #fanfic rec #bts fanfic #writing #bts taehyung #bts jhope #bts #bts jungkook #bts jimin #seokjin #jimin #taehyung #namjoon #bangtan #bts army #min yoongi #bts jung hoseok

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euphoricfilter · 7 months

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

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☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)

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☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

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☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

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☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

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☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

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☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting

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☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge

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☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy

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☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

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☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)

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☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

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☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

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☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun

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☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie

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☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!

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☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

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hellbornsworld · 19 days

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(12).° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

🪩 Miracle Of The Season | Angel Jungkook x Fallen Angel F!Reader | OneShot | @cybrsan

🪩 There’s Only Me When There’s You | Jungkook x Reader | OneShot | @koostattoos

🪩 PRINCESS TREATMENT | JK X Reader | Series | @2hightocare

🪩 best friends..? | best friend!Jungkook x fem!reader | Series | @just4koo

🪩 Home for the Holidays | jungkook x f. reader | OneShot | @jjungkookislife

🪩 Closer To You | Rich, spoilt brat!Jeongguk X Doctor! Reader | OneShot | @back2bluesidex

🪩 First type of Soul Mate: The Soul Crossing Mate | Prince!Jungkook X Reader | @beautifulfuckup99

🪩 What he wants, he gets | Jeon Jungkook x Reader (idol au) | OneShot | @wildestdreamsblog

🪩 Debut | sunbaenim!JK X Reader | OneShot | @yankpop

🪩 Cruel Beast | idol yandere Jungkook x Idol Y/n | OneShot | @kangmoon27

🪩 PREDESTINED | Mortal/commer jk x goddess reader | OneShot | @keen-li

🪩 ＤＥＡＴＨ | Yandere! Dark! Android! Jeon Jungkook x Widower! Fem! Reader | @pynkgothicka

🪩 Daddy Daycare | Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader | Series | @bunnyhugs77

🪩 Yours Truly | popular jungkook x tsundere f reader | @solemnreads

🪩 Cherry Flavored | Biker!JK X Reader | OneShot | @jungkookstatts

🪩 Oath | JK X Reader | Mafia AU | Series | @bangtan-yeonghon

🪩 too young | single dad!jungkook X Reader | series | @jeonggukookies

🪩 How to Get Rid of Your Virginity | badboy!jungkook x theaternerd!reader | OneShot | @strvngeweather

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Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 2

Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)

Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.

Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: This idea came to me when I went to the mountain and saw a love potion wine thingy being sold there. I think it's just the name of the wine, anyway! I really, really tried so hard to finish this in one post but it's already almost 8kish and we aren't even near the end sksks Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you'll like my gift for you <3

“Am I that hopeless?”

“What?” your friend asked in faux innocence, blinking her eyes owlishly at you. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, sweetie-“

You glared at her as you pointed in an exaggerated manner at the expensive pink tumbler she handed you mere seconds ago. The tumbler was too fancy, something that you wouldn’t buy for yourself and something that a certain handsome but infuriating CEO of yours was fond of carrying around.

However, what was insulting was the content of the said tumbler.

“I just gifted you that because you mentioned that it was beautiful-“

“Do you really think I’d end up alone?!”

“I don’t understand-“

“You literally just said that you put the love potion you bought in the mountains here!” you hissed lowly, keeping your eyes around the conference room as your department waited for the seven CEOs to arrive. You attempted to smile which more or less came out as a grimace at one of your colleagues who looked at you weirdly because of your mini-outburst. You weren’t exactly meek in nature, nor were you shy. However, you weren’t really keen on letting anyone overhear that your close friend bought you a love potion just because she thought you would end up alone.

That was embarrassing, even for you. So nope, you would for sure keep this under wraps.

Her brows furrowed harmlessly, although you could see a hint of smile on her lips, “You’re welcome?”

“I’m not thanking you-“

Just then, all the seven CEOs walked in the conference room, their presence commanding and silence reigned through the whole room. The first to enter was Min Yoongi. He was strolling in the room with his hands in his pocket. He was said to be the ace of the group who could smell bullshit despite it being miles away. He honestly looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here right now, though. It was the complete opposite of Jung Hoseok, also known as the sunshine of the group. He was smiling widely as he greeted the department and some employees by their names, yet you weren’t fooled by his beautiful smile. He was the strictest of them all. He was perfectionist down to the core and he was the last to forgive any mistake. The last of the hyung line to enter was the Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It was like the room literally lightened up when he stepped in, like the birds sang melodically the moment he opened his eyes. His tall form and his movement were precise as he confidently sauntered to his seat which just so happened to be beside yours. He placed his pink tumbler on the table, so eerily similar to yours sans the engraved of his name on his tumbler. The beautiful asshole didn’t even spare you a glance. Your back unconsciously straightened when the lead CEO, Kim Namjoon, locked eyes with you for a moment when he entered the room. He was said to be one of the most intelligent man in the whole country. You didn’t even doubt it one bit. He was capable, and his leadership was on another level. Should he decide to run for a political seat, you would undoubtedly vote for him. He had what it took, you thought. He was charismatic, calm and he knew when to listen.

The CEOs were dubbed by the employees to be divided by two: the Maknae and the Hyung line.

Finally, the maknae line entered. The three of them could always be found together. Park Jimin, the eldest of the line, who had one of the most beautiful smiles you ever saw. In fact, you once overheard your colleague that he interacted with her once and it left her thinking of what they really were. He was followed by Kim Taehyung and also labelled as his soulmate. He was expressionless as he entered, only cracking a smile when he turned to Jimin. You always thought that he could be a model or an actor if he wanted to. He definitely had the looks for it. Last to enter was the muscular Jeon Jungkook, also known as the golden maknae of the group. There were no contracts, mergers or acquisitions that he couldn’t convince the other party of signing. Not only was he capable of everything, but he excelled in everything. Thus, his nickname. However, despite the way he held himself during the negotiations, you observed him to be shy and highly reserved. All of a sudden, he looked up from his seat as though he could feel your eyes on him, his doe eyes curious as he took you in. He held your eyes for a moment until he blinked owlishly and looked down at his hands in curiosity.

Kim Namjoon sat in the middle, the others sitting beside him as they regarded the room with a powerful look.

“Shall we begin?” Kim Seokjin asked, his eyes focused on the slides reflecting in the projector.

Several headaches, passive aggressiveness from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin, disappointed sighs from Jin and Yoongi, difficult revisions ‘suggested’ by Taehyung, and corrections of miniscule errors of calculations by Jungkook later, the meeting finally ended.

You were weary as you trudged out of the conference room the CEOs were still in. They dismissed the department, expecting revisions within the day after tomorrow before discussing among themselves. It was honestly not a lot of time and you could already feel the lack of sleep you and the department would further experience under their tyranny. You willed yourself not to fall asleep as you walked to your desk, your close friend who was equally tired as you sat down on her seat beside your desk.

“I’m so tired. It’s like my soul and all the happiness I was able to experience in my young life were sucked out of me,” she lamented, her head resting on her desk. “If only the pay isn’t so greaaaat. ”

You nodded at what she said, already likening the CEOs to dementors in Harry Potter. Interacting with them made you aged several years. Additionally, meetings with them made you reconsider whether you needed a roof over your head, whether you needed to eat at least twice a day, whether you needed to drink clean water-

Speaking of…this wasn’t your tumbler.

The horrifying realization made you stood up abruptly. You lifted the pink tumbler to your widening eyes, and by that name there was no denying that this wasn’t yours. Your sudden movement awoke your friend from her own misery, yet you didn’t have the time to explain. Without any further thought, you ran back to the conference room, screaming and crying about how you were definitely going to get fired.

Of course, the elevator was under maintenance.

Of course, you had to run numerous flights of stairs.

Of course, it was just your luck that you ran into your manager just when you reached their floor.

And of course, the moment you opened the door, there they were, innocently drinking from a glass, the tumbler emptied as it sat in the middle of the table.

“Don’t drink that!”

Taehyung was the first to turn to you, his dark expressionless eyes meeting yours with intense stubbornness. He kept his eyes on yours as gulped the contents wholeheartedly.

Oh heavens, no.

He put the glass down with a resounding thud which felt like a nail to your coffin. You turned to look at the other CEOs with shaky eyes and it was apparent that they definitely drank their fair share of whatever was in the tumbler. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure if it was really safe for consumption. You were going to kill your friend for her prank!

Their eyes were focused on you. You couldn’t even blame them. You shouted at them all while looking like a lunatic with your disheveled hair and huffing breaths like you did a marathon. Oh wait, yes you probably did by the amount of running you did today. They were probably thinking that you were mentally unfit for this job and oh my God you were going to lose your job.

“May we help you, Ms. Y/N?” Hoseok asked you politely, his eyes never wavering from yours which was…unusual. Despite him being the image of kindness and approachability, he never looked at his employees for longer than necessary. He was a man that possessed such discipline when it came to his time. This… was absolutely an unnecessary length of time for eye contact.

“T-that’s my drink,” you finally said after tearing your eyes from Hoseok’s. You pointedly looked at the empty pink tumbler, not minding the intense look Namjoon was giving you.

“We apologize, little one,” Namjoon broke the silence, his deep voice awakening you from your stupor. “Yours looked like hyung’s.”

Little one???

Jimin smirked before running his hand through his blonde locks. His eyes were on yours as he looked up at you. “Yours undeniably taste better, though.”

Before you could even blink, Yoongi pointed at you with a rare smile on his lips. “You looked thirsty. Would you like to go to my office and drink with me?”

Was that…an invitation?!

You felt a hand tugged your sleeve. You turned, only to find beautiful doe eyes looking up at you from his seated form. “Hi! What year were you born?”

“199x-,“ you answered absentmindedly, you eyes roaming around the room when he tugged your sleeve again for your attention.

“You’re older than me!” he gasped; his excitement palpable as he stood up. He towered over you, his grin pleasant and you thought at that moment that he looked a lot like a bunny, or a kangaroo with the way his chest muscles were bulging over his office clothes. “Then you’re my noona! I can call you ‘noona’, right? Come on, take a seat here!”

He pulled the chair closer and tapped on it eagerly.

This was wrong, you thought. Was that thing really effective?! You dreaded to think that it was and you had a certain someone to torture once you get out of this room.

You were shaking your head before he could even pull you and you watched as his expression fell. Suddenly, he looked like a child that lost his toy with the way he was pouting. And nope, you couldn’t deal with that today. You looked at the man who hadn’t spoken one bit before smiling sheepishly at him. You placed his pink tumbler in front of him.

“I apologize. I must have switched yours with mine-“

His jaw tightened as he leaned in. Heavens, he was even more handsome this close. Kim Seokjin looked up at you with his ethereal eyes before resting his chin on his hand. “I’ve been drinking yours since the meeting, my love. It’s absolutely not your fault. Mine was coffee. This-“ he lifted the empty tumbler, “-is, I presume, a juice.”

Confusion further painted on your face, “You knew? Then why did you keep on drinking-“

He shrugged his broad shoulders, “It’s…addicting.”

“O-okay, then I’ll just leave yours here-“

“Tell me, my love. Do you like your job?”

Welp, here it was. You were so going to get fired. Oh my God, how were you going to feed your cat? He had such an expensive taste!

“I-“

“Because there’s an opening in my office. Would you like to be my secretary-“

“But hyung, you already have one-“

“Shut up, Taehyung,” he hissed at the now pouting man before turning to smile at you as though he didn’t berate his co-CEO in front of you. Chaos ensued as the boys fought and bickered for who would be your direct boss as you inched closer to the door.

“I’m just gonna go,” you whispered and before you could even reach the door, Taehyung looked up at you with his sharp eyes.

“Where are you going!”

“I-I have to finish the report this week, right?”

Namjoon stood up before declaring that he would finish it for you. And when you shook your head, “I am officially moving the deadline to next month! No need to stress, my little love!”

You blinked owlishly before doing what was best for you and your sanity- you ran away.

“So, they drank it?”

“Are you even listening to me?!” you shrieked over the phone, walking back in forth in front of your cat that was now looking at you as though he wanted to be adopted by a sane person and not you. “I just told you. They all drank it. All seven of them!”

You could hear the laughter in her voice which was not helping your panic, “I thought you didn’t believe love potions?”

“I-I didn’t! You didn’t see how they were acting! It was so peculiar!”

“Well, honey, how did they act?”

“Kindly! And it’s so weird!”

She paused, her silence making your heart beat faster. “Holy shit. It’s definitely effective. I need to go back there and buy another one for myself-“

“Focus! Is there an antidote or anything?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my grandmother that lives there. I’ll let you know, but for the meantime, hold on very tight, okay?”

“What do you mean?!”

“Uhm. She said it’s very potent? I thought she was kidding. We’ll observe them tomorrow, okay? I’ll fix this.“

You were only able to sleep for two hours last night for two reasons: your work that you accomplished at eleven in the evening, leaving you six ample hours to sleep, and second, them.

Your phone didn’t stop ringing last night. You didn’t know how they obtained your number, and you dreaded to think that they used their position to direct the Human Resources department to give your personal number (yup, they definitely did).

You were about to fall asleep when your phone wouldn’t stop, and when you opened your eyes, you wished to all that was holy that you threw away the tumbler as soon as she handed it to you. Or that you didn’t choose the sit next to Seokjin.

You wished to God that your phone wasn’t blowing up now, but it certainly was.

Kookie: Hi, noona! Welcome to the Bangtan groupchat!

You squinted your eyes as the glaring screen illuminated with several messages from them.

Jwehope: Darling, are you a sprite? Because you've got the right amount of fizz to make my heart pop!

Jiminie: That’s so corny. I, for one, think that little one is a magician.

Jiminie: Because everytime I look at her, everyone just disappears.

V: Do you want to disappear, Jimin? Because I can arrange that.

Joonie: Ms. Y/N-shi, do you have a moment? I asked because I would like to discuss something.

At that, your trepidation grew. Among five, the lead CEO definitely held a serious tone. Did they find it as weird as you did that they were paying you attention? Did they trace it to that drink? Were you now in an even bigger mess than you initially thought?

You replied tensely: Yes, I am available, Kim Daepyonim.

WWH Jin: Why are you still awake? Beauty sleep is essential, my love!

Joonie: Great! I’d like to discuss the exponential growth of my feelings for you.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Suga: You’re all so hopeless. My Y/N would never fall for that.

Suga: On the other hand, would you like some Samsung stocks?

And that was why you never got to sleep peacefully last night. You sighed as you got on the bus. You opted to leave at an earlier hour because you wanted some time to think without the noise of the world and the buzzling movement of people commuting. You could feel a headache coming, but you prayed that it wouldn’t come through.

You should have known your prayers were seldom heard.

A vacant seat on the backside of the bus greeted you, and you were only too elated to finally sit throughout your commute. Peace, finally, you thought. You had barely settled in, barely breathed a sigh of relief when the once empty chair beside you was filled in by none other than him

“Fancy running to you here!” Taehyung noted in a deep voice as though this was not part of his plan, as though he didn’t wake up at a godforsaken hour just to ‘run’ to you.

You blinked, astonished by his presence. This was the last place you expected him to be. Hell, you didn’t even sure he ever experienced riding a bus! What the fuck was he doing here? Where was now your peace?!

“You-You’re here…” you trailed off, your eyes widening in shock as your brows furrowed in disbelief. You had foolishly thought that maybe, once they slept it off, then it would slowly be flushed out of their system. Oh, how wrong could you be. “Why?”

Taehyung smirked at you, his dark eyes taking you in. His dark hair was gelled up, his suit impeccable and without any crease in sight. He was somehow manspreading and you weren’t stoic enough not to notice the way his thick thigh was touching the side of yours. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’re so…honest.”

He didn’t even look embarrassed by his honesty. It didn’t displace him; what did was the annoying pain in his heart as the hours passed by and you weren’t in his arms nor his sight. He hated it. It felt wrong!

The other boys weren’t fairing any better but oh well, to each of his own. He may or may have also drained their cars of gas so they couldn’t leave. He thought that no one needed you as much as he did.

“I surmised that you wouldn’t believe if I say I frequent this path just for the hell of it, correct?”

You nodded dumbfoundedly as speech eluded you. His candor was definitely out of this world, and he seemed to not care as he only stared right at you.

“Now,” he whispered before tucking your hair behind your ear. “Now I feel at peace. The annoying pain finally stops.”

What pain?!

Before you could even ask him to elaborate, his head leaned on your shoulder.

“Daepyonim Kim-“

“Just stay like this for a while. I didn’t get to sleep, my love,” he answered in his hoarse voice, his eyes already closed as he dozed off. You didn’t know why you let him. It absolutely was not due to the fact that you felt your heart skipped a beat when he laid his head on your shoulder. Nope.

You managed to run away from Taehyung once the two of you arrived at the company, simply by practicing your non-existent ninja moves and awkwardly slipping out of the elevator just as the doors closed, his face an image of betrayal and panic. You breathed a sigh of relief before running out of the building. You still had an hour before you were needed, you for sure wouldn’t spend it inside that establishment or you would end up crying.

You were focused on your phone as you read real life stories of love potions. The sharing of stories kept on increasingly became more serious and scarier. You had yet to find a post about antidote. You weren’t 100% set on it being real, but the way Taehyung acted today was not right.

For heaven’s sake, the man barely said any word to you for the whole year you worked in their company. He had only looked at you before, and now he was outright going to you. But maybe, the other CEOs weren’t affected?

It was a hopeful thought, and you felt yourself smile a little- which of course vanished just as quickly when you looked up from your seat in the coffee shop to see Park Jimin sitting in front of you. You didn’t even know how he moved so smoothly and quietly. He was smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. His blonde hair stood out as the sunlight hit his hair perfectly.

“Good morning, beautiful!”

“Daepyonim Park,” you gasped both at shock and well, his beauty. His smile turned wider before he tried to hide it as he sipped from his coffee cup.

“Just Jimin, little one. I presume Taehyung- the bastard who will soon be six feet underground for what he did, by the way- already went to see you?”

You nodded, “He did…”

He scrunched his nose before resting his chin on his hand as he leaned into you. His pouty lips were protruding even more as he looked over his long lashes to you. My God, this man was so charming and his movements seemed so sensual. You didn’t know what it was about him, but you finally, finally understood your coworker who had a major crush on him for years based on one interaction.

“He’s so bad, my love. Did he tell you that he drained all our cars’ gas tank at two in the morning?” he asked in a conversational manner as though it didn’t faze him. His other hand reached to yours, slowly entangling them together and giggling a little at the slight size difference. He found them perfect and cute.

God, you were so endearing, he thought to himself.

“He did what?!”

He nodded slightly, holding your hand up to inspect further before quietly taking a picture of your clasped hands. You were so out of it that you just let it be.

“What Taehyung failed to account for was the existence of taxis. He only managed to anger six men, so good luck to him today. But enough about him,” he stated before looking into your eyes. Being the sole focus of Jimin was just too much, you thought. He was bigger than life, and his inherent appeal was palpable that even girls around the coffee shop kept on stealing glances on him. “I miss you so much today that my heart and head hurt so much, yeobo. I thought that I was going to die if I don’t see you.”

Your brows furrowed in concern before pulling your hand from him and you could have sworn you heard him whimpered. You laid the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to see whether he had fever today. He felt fine, you concluded, as you looked closer to see if he looked sick.

Maybe the ‘love potion’ caused these symptoms? Taehyung did mention experiencing pain.

You managed to escape from Park Jimin when he insisted on buying you pastries, and you in turn ran to the exit like your life depended on it. And perhaps, it did because you were running late. You only had fifteen minutes and the coffee shop you went to was not fifteen-minute away from the office. You were running like a lunatic, waving at the taxi that finally took pity on you. You were about to open the door when a large and tattooed hand slammed it shut.

You looked up in anger, ready to berate the man who did such a rude gesture when you recognized who it was.

Right then and there, and despite it being barely eight in the morning, you already met the entirety of maknae line. Jeon Jungkook looked like a badass with his all-black getup, his hands wrapped in motorcycle gloves, and his hair carelessly falling around his face. Despite all that, he looked innocent with the way he grinned at you, his nose all scrunched up when he greeted you.

“I’ll give you a ride, noona. Come on,” he stated as he gestured at the black motorcycle haphazardly parked on the side. You had never ridden one, and you didn’t want to start now. On the other hand, the taxi was already driving away and you could only look at it with longing.

You decided that you could afford being late just this once instead of riding with him. You were shaking your head.

“But you’re going to be late. I’m going there, too, so it’s no bother if that’s what you’re thinking-“

“No it’s just… I like to walk during the mornings…really.”

He frowned at you as he removed his gloves, “Didn’t you read the memo about tardiness, Y/N?”

“What memo?”

He was typing rapidly on his phone, “About how there would be 50% deduction of the salary should there be any tardiness this month…didn’t you know?” he asked innocently as he finished typing, his doe eyes trained on yours. Coincidentally, the moment he pocketed his phone was the moment your phone dinged.

“I don’t think that’s legal, though. I haven’t received the memo-“

You looked down at your phone, and there it was, an email about that. How could it only reach you now?!

You looked up in panic, and he looked at you with a hint of satisfaction before covering it with an innocent smile. “Shall we? I promise I don’t bite.” Yet.

He drove like a lunatic and you thought that you would really rather be late than experience a thrill such as this. Of course, it was only natural that you didn’t want to put your arms around him. You technically didn’t know him at a personal level and Jungkook did know that.

So, of course, like the intelligent man that he was, he only did the thing that made sense. He sped up, and he chuckled as your adorable screams reached his ears. Your equally lovely arms were now wrapped around him as they should always be and for once since yesterday, the ache in his heart eased. He felt at peace.

He giggled when you finally realized that this was not the path to the office, but in his mind, his other hyungs already got to spend time with you. Shouldn’t he too?

Jungkook helped you get off his bike, his eyes closely watching your expressions as you took the scenery around you. It was quiet despite the busy world below. The overlooking garden he brought you to was enchanting and it remained untouched by the quick-pacing world below. Jungkook couldn’t help but mirror your smile.

“It’s even more beautiful at night, noona. I come here when things get quite overwhelming.”

You turned to him as the two of you sat down. He had laid his leather jacket for you to sat on, a true gentleman you would think if only you weren’t aware that he drank the potion. “The golden maknae gets overwhelmed, too?”

He scrunched his nose at you before softly pinching your nose, “Of course, I do. I’m only human. I was trained when I was only thirteen…it gets too much sometimes. But it’s okay. I like it, and I like the hyungs, too. That’s why I cannot get mad at Tae.”

“He didn’t just empty the gas tank, but he also hid the keys. For added measure, he deflated my tire. He only did that to me. Should I be mad, little one?” he asked with the perpetual charming and shy smile on his face. “Ahh, but I cannot stay mad at him. I do understand him.”

“You do?”

He nodded eagerly, “I would have done the same thing if only he didn’t do it first. You do make us crazy, little one. Why is that?”

It was an eventful morning, and you weren’t foolish enough to think that the rest of your day would be any different. You friend was still yet to be found as she was preoccupied with researching for further information about that potion, which she should have done before giving it to you!

You sighed for the million time as you stared at your food. You were sitting alone in the company’s cafeteria as you were eating your late lunch. The workload was just too much today despite Kim Namjoon’s departmentwide directive that the revision would be presented the following month. Your superiors did find it peculiar and thought that the head CEO was simply playing with them and that he would cruelly demand the output the next day. See, even his reputation preceded him, you thought. It wasn’t in his nature to be lenient when it came to deadlines.

The sudden gentle thud of food a lunch box made you jumped from your seat, your eyes widening as you saw that it was none other than the eldest of the CEOs, Kim Seokjin. Disbelief held you captive. It was an unexpected sight – the CEO, whose tailored suits and polished demeanor spoke of boardroom authority, now standing before you with a container of something that smelled absolutely delicious.

He smiled at you as he took the empty seat in front of you. He busied himself with laying and opening the numerous food containers in front of you. Your eyes widened at all the homecooked meals in front of you.

“I got up at four in the morning to prepare all these. I still don’t know what your favorites are, but we’ll figure it out as we go, right?” he asked, busying himself with putting food on your plate. “Always eat on time, little one. It’s bad to skip meals.”

“W-why did you cook all these?”

He blinked owlishly at your question; surprise written on his face. “Well, my love, I couldn’t sleep and I felt this stabbing pain by the mere thought that you weren’t eating enough.”

“You don’t have to do that-“

“So from now on, I decided that I’ll always cook for you,” he declared strongly before lifting his chopsticks with vegetables to your mouth. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you.

How could you forget that you were in the company?! Your head turned, looking at the employees who were all watching your interaction with the unobtainable CEO. They were whispering and you knew by the end of the hour, everyone in the company would know of this. How could you live once they had the antidote? You could already hear the rumors about how you were just for their entertainment once they tossed you aside.

You were about to stand up when Seokjin gently gripped your chin. He turned you to him, his beautiful eyes willing you to listen to him. “Don’t mind them, little love. Pay attention to me only. Nothing and no one matter outside us, okay?”

It wasn’t okay because none of this was real. On the other hand, the meal tasted heavenly…

---

If they weren’t going to get sick, you definitely would. You felt like you would collapse any moment.

The amount of stress was taking a toll on you. You felt like you needed to be on your guard, lest another CEO would ambush you. You were just human! And they all looked like they stepped out of a photoshoot, or that they were ethereal beings that decided to go down on the mortal realms. The way they were showering you with attention and declaring their attraction to you and the way they said that not being with you felt like a stabbing pain in their hearts were all getting to you, damn it!

You were just a girl.

And once this all ended, you were dreading to think of what would be left of you now that you saw them on a closer and more personal level. You wanted to think that this couldn’t get any worse, but it did as you read the most elusive of the CEOs’ email to you.

Hi, my little one,

I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to request your presence at a meeting in my office to discuss my growing feelings for you today at 2:00 pm. Your insights and expertise on this matter would be highly valuable to the discussion, and I believe your input will contribute significantly to our objectives of being together forever and ever.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and I look forward to our discussion.

Best regards,

CEO Min Yoongi

He had this faraway look on his face when you were led by his secretary in his office. His hands were in his pocket as he looked at the bustling city from his floor to ceiling window. His black long hair was sleeked back, revealing his stoic face. The dark suit he was wearing did nothing but compliment his form. You had never noticed how broad his shoulders were until now.

He looked like he was not paying attention, yet he turned around the moment that the door closed behind you. Min Yoongi looked at you for a moment too long that you started to shift uncomfortably. His attention was just too much, and you couldn’t act like you were no longer affected by any of it.

And from the looks of it, the moment you blushed was the exact moment his face softened. He gestured for you to take the seat in front of his desk. He mirrored your movement, now sitting on his expensive swivel chair. He clasped his hands and rested them on the mahogany table.

“Daepyonim Min-“

He held his finger up, asking for your silence before spilling what you thought to be both outrageous and the most beautiful and heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to you in this life. “You’re beautiful, and not just in the way that you look. No. You’re beautiful in the way that the sun finally shines after a month of storms; you’re beautiful in the way that the waves keep on going back to the shore even after they were pushed away in the desire to kiss the sand; you’re beautiful in the way that flowers bloom after the unforgiving winter coldness. And that is why I’m giving you Samsung stocks.”

Confusion settled over you like a fog. You had almost melted from what felt like a poetry when he once again brought up his stocks idea from last night.

“I-I really don’t need Samsung stocks, Daepyonim Min…”

He looked aghast at your statement, before reaching over the table and holding your hand in his particularly large ones. “Call me Yoongi, my love. Or better yet, call me your other half,” he implored you and he only let go when you nodded in confusion.

“Also, nonsense! Everyone needs that stock, little one. Besides, nothing speaks more about my love for you than giving you all my Samsung stocks. And above and beyond, it filled me with this immense pain knowing that you’re just out there not owning any of their stocks. I couldn’t breathe with the mere thought of you going without.”

“Excuse me?”

And with a stoic face, he said, “Congratulations, little one. You’re now a millionaire."

At six in the evening, the head CEO finally made an appearance. You did find it peculiar that you had a fairly quiet afternoon after meeting with Yoongi. Your brows were pinched together as you were lost in thought when the elevator opened, revealing the head CEO. He had yet to notice you, his large and imposing form leaning against the side of the elevator. His eyes were close. You noticed that his white sleeves were already folded, his tie already loosened as his black suit laid on his thick forearms.

Kim Namjoon was the image of weariness, and you thought he looked quite pale. Your growing concern for him was what made you stepped inside the lift rather than running away yet again. The sound of your heels as you stepped in was the only sound in the elevator. You pressed for the ground floor and you saw that the floor for basement three was already pressed. Perhaps, the head CEO was going home now. Now that you were standing almost next to him, you only further affirmed how small you were next to him. He was already larger than life, and the way he always held himself exuded confidence made him more striking…and manly in your eyes.

The ride was fairly quiet, and through it all, he had his eyes closed. You kept on stealing glances, thinking that maybe among the other CEOs, he took in the least amount of potion. You felt lighter with that thought. At least you only had five men you needed to find the antidote for. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen the sunshine of the group, Jung Hoseok yet.

The elevator dinged, signifying your floor. You had taken merely a step when you felt a large hand completely encircling your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving. You automatically turned, startled to find him with his eyes trained on you. He looked way too alert for someone who had his eyes closed for the past minute. You gasped when he pulled you closer to him as he pressed the close button.

“Daepyonim Kim,” you called him as you craned your neck to look at his draconic eyes.

“Leaving so soon?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a subtle mix of amusement and curiosity.

You hesitated, the words tumbling out of your mouth as he caught you off guard. “I... uh, yes. I was heading to the lobby. I’m about to leave for the night," you stammered, attempting to regain composure.

A playful smile curved his lips as he completely blocked the exit. leaned against the elevator frame, effectively blocking your exit, which sounded successful as the door closed. “I missed you,” he breathed as he took you in, his thumb gently running over the inside of your wrist as though touching you brought him immense comfort. “A lot. It was hell without seeing you the whole day.”

You blinked owlishly and you wanted nothing but to hide your face from the intensity of his gaze, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he smiled so gently at you, the dents on his cheeks making an appearance which made him more charismatic that you couldn’t say no when he told you that he would take you home.

But he didn’t exactly say which home because you ended up in what turned out to be the CEOs’ huge ass mansion. Your eyes roamed around the mansion, the high ceilings and the fancy marble flooring all screamed wealth that you didn’t even dare of dreaming to have. He confidently led you to what appeared to be a grand dining room. The room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The delicate flames danced gracefully, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across the table. The air carried the subtle fragrance of the candles, a mix of vanilla and subtle hints of lavender.

The dining table was adorned with crisp, white linen, and the flickering candles were nestled in elegant holders, their glow reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Each flame seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle melody playing in the background, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the space.

He pulled a chair for you, and instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. He chuckled lowly when he caught your questioning eyes, “I have been apart from you for so long today, little one. I need this to feel alive.”

You straightened up in vigilance that the other CEOs would show up. “Are the others here, too?”

He looked at you like you said something funny. The chef he hired today gently laid all the dishes he made, explaining about each dish before wishing the two of you an enjoyable night. Namjoon told you that he wouldn’t feed you any of the food he made unless he enrolled himself in a culinary school first, hence the chef. He waited for the chef to leave before turning his full attention to you.

“I shipped them off to Antartica.”

“You what?!”

“I simply said we were flying to Japan for a quick meeting. They believed. I lied. End of. So anyway, how many children do you think we should have?”

My God, you wanted so bad to lay on your bed and sleep the whole night. You though about filing for sick leave tomorrow, you were long overdue for a leave, anyway. Kim Namjoon was kind enough to drop you off. However, it was only after you promised him that you would talk about possible schools for your future children that he let you go.

On the other hand, your friend finally called and you were sorely disappointed to know more about what she gathered today. Her grandmother had to ask the other folks that lived in the mountain about your situation and it somehow appalled you that you weren’t the first to experience this.

It was, at the same time, sad to see people resort to this from loneliness.

Was an artificial, forced love and companionship better than being alone?

There were both an instant and quite a long-term effect of the potion, she said. The instant was mostly upon ingesting the liquid. Once they locked eyes with the owner of the potion which so happened to be you since she technically gifted it to you, then the immense attraction would start. You thought that this explained why the seven of them all acted that way in the conference room.

The long-term effects were what caused you to groan all the way up to your apartment. And right then and there, you saw what the long-term effects were. As you trudged up to your apartment, you felt the exhaustion to your very bones. You were looking forward to a hot shower in an effort to wash away the problems that stemmed from a simple prank when you saw who was leaning against your front door.

The last of the CEO, Jung Hoseok, was leaning against the door, his head bowed down as he clutched his heart. He looked like he was in unfathomable pain, his lips almost the shade of white. And your friend’s words echoed in your mind.

‘Prolonged non-contact with the object of their desires will cause them to be physically ill.’

You hurried up to him, holding his shoulders as you looked at him. You were crouched down in front of him, peeking up at his pained face.

“S-sir, are you okay?”

His chest tightened, his face contorted, a mask of agony etched with lines of distress. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the intense effort to draw in even the smallest amount of air. The hallway fell silent, save for the raspy, labored breaths that escaped him.

‘They may try to fight the unexplainable feelings they have, and this will only cause them harm. In fact, if they go without you for a long period of time, their body will suffer for a long time.’

“Hoseok? Can you hear me? I’ll call for help, okay?” you tried to make yourself sound calm for his sake, but seeing him struggling, desperate to gasp for air was making you panic. Your negligence did this, you thought. You should have made sure that you were holding the right tumbler that day.

You were about to turn to call for help when you felt a hand pulled you closer, and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. He was still breathing hard, but you noticed that the shallow breathings were farther and apart as though he could finally breath. The moment you touched him, the moment you looked into his eyes was the exact moment that a wave of relief swept over him as the oppressive grip on his chest began to loosen. The moment that you called his name was the moment that the torment that had shackled his every breath gradually lifted, replaced by the sweet release of a deep, calming respiration.

“Don’t leave me.”

‘However, every interaction with you would only make their attraction grow further.’

You placed a glass of water in front of the man who now looked perfectly fine as though he wasn’t fighting for his very life outside your apartment. He was offering you reassuring smiles as he gently watched you. He was surrounded by sacks of expensive cat food, toys, and vitamins. And of course, your cat was only too happy with them, evident by the excessive purring he was emitting as he climbed on the CEO’s lap.

“I did hear that you have an adorable son int the form of a cat,” he started as he petted your spoiled cat. “As his future daddy, I would like to provide for him as early as now.”

You didn’t pay attention to whatever he was saying, and instead, you sat next to him to see if he was really fine. The paleness was now exchanged by a healthy look on skin. It was as though that didn’t happen.

“Hoseok, listen…the reason that you are all acting this way to me, the girl you didn’t even notice before this, was because-“

“Because of that drink, right?” he interrupted you, wearing a soft smile that conveyed he harbored no anger.

“Y-you know…”

He nodded before tilting his head, “I do. It’s weird, as you said. The thing is, all of us suspects the same thing. You, little one, only confirmed it.”

“I didn’t mean for any of these to happen-“

The soft look he had was now dropped, revealing the strict CEO that everyone knew him to be. “Regardless, little one. You need to take responsibility over your actions.”

“H-how?”

“You’re going to live with us until all of this fades. You’re going to take responsibility over us, my love.”

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rainbowsuitcase · 8 months

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Fanfic Rec Friday #4

Linked are the fics and the authors' tumblr or other social media accounts

willow by KimchiNoona - Jimin x Jungkook, 54 007 words, M - Fantasy AU, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Secrets

Jungkook is chased from his home for the horns on his head, but fate brings him to the door of one Park Jimin.

is this love? by sweetbubble3 - Seokjin x Yoongi, 9 372 words, G - Exes to Lovers, Famous AU

Four months after breaking up, Yoongi logs into his and Jin’s Stardew Valley co-op farm only to find that Jin has been playing without him.

spring will come back by sopemoon - Yoongi x Everyone, 6 203 words, T - A/B/O, Pack OT7, Pack Omega Yoongi, Misunderstanding, Hurt/Comfort

Yoongi thinks his pack doesn't care about him, so he starts getting close to another pack, looking for comfort. His pack is not happy about it.

The Guardian verse by captainmentalstability - Hoseok x Jimin, Yoongi x Jungkook, Namjoon x Taehyung, 656 568 words, E/M - Bullying, Bigotry, Violence, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending

A very beautiful series about broken boys helping each other, with the help of a heavenly guardian. A lot of triggering topics, please check the tags.

Charming the Librarian by thestarskeepfalling - Yoongi x Namjoon, 21 799 words, E - Fantasy AU, Discrimination, Hurt/Comfort

The Seoul School of Sorcery's new professor Kim Namjoon is a popular one. Unlike Min Yoongi, whose only safe space is the school library.

More Than Enough by thestarskeepfalling - Hoseok x Taehyung, 40 181 words, T - A/B/O, Past Mpreg (Tae has a child), Unhealthy Relationship (Tae x OC), Hurt/Comfort

Taehyung's alpha spends too much time working and not enough time with him or their child. It hurts, but maybe his alpha's coworker Hoseok can make it better.

Boop by aprofessorstale - Yoongi x Jimin, 19 849 words, G - Soulmate AU, Cat Yoongi, Cat Jimin

Yoongi turns into a kitten when someone boops his nose. Jimin boops his nose.

Category Is: Soulmate Realness by vminsklaine - Jimin x Taehyung, 2 006 words, G - Drag Race AU, Celebrity Taehyung, Fluff, it's so cute istg guys

Jimin is a contestant of Drag Race and celebity judge Taehyung is blown away by him.

BONUS - Seokjin x Jungkook Twitter AU - 167 parts, Idol/Barista, Angst and Fluff

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jjkilll · 4 months

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JJK RECS II

thank you for all the support on my first rec!! so let me show you some more!!

white lies - @noteguk

honestly one of my fav pics on this app.

2. brother's best friend - @lavishedinjimin

oh em gee this fic is so amazing and this pairing is just too good.

3. new girl - @jjkeverlast

new girl is the best show ever so I love this fic, jk is very nick coded.

4. risqué - @mercurygguk

this fic is insane and reading it for the first time made me want to live it actually.

5. addicted - @sparklingchim

im addicted to jungkook too. (real)

6. seven days - @jvngkoos

I love this fic, its pure filth BUT I love it and it has a pt2 linked within :)

7. and my man, thank you to my man - @darklingjeon

sugar daddy jungkook always makes me weak in the knees, ive read a fic like this for jin (sugar - @wwilloww), its too cool too.

+ pt iii

#bts #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bangtan #bts army #bts ot7 #ot7 #namjoon #taehyung #hobi #jungkook #jimin #kim seokjin #yoongi

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btschooseafic · 3 months

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AO3 Recs

in your fantasy, dream about me by JINKOOKER [completed]

seokjin x jungkook (jinkook), college au, meet cute, mind reading

jungkook is having a really bad day when he sees a hot guy on the train and dreams about them getting married. but what if he isn’t the only one enjoying his dream?

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic recs #archive of our own #ao3 #seokjin x jungkook #jungkook x seokjin #jinkook #kookjin #college au #meet cute #mind reading #JINKOOKER

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Abyss 💫 5: I'll be here when you're ready

PREVIOUS | INDEX

💫 Seokjin x Taehyung, Seokjin x Jungkook, Seokjin x Taehyung x Jungkook

💫 word count: 12k

💫 friends & strangers to lovers, college au, hurt comfort, smut, angst, poly, nsfw, 18+

💫 warnings: public blowjob, degradation, humiliation, daddy kink, bondage, anal play with toys, anal sex, overstimulation, hate sex, mmm threesome, loss of virginity, slightly happy ending?

💫 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

💫 posted may 2022 | read on ao3

Seokjin wakes to the smell of coffee and bacon and wonders groggily if he imagines it. They had stopped on the way yesterday to pick up groceries so that they would have home cooked breakfast and lunch, but Seokjin assumed when he hobbled off to a vacant guest room last night that Jungkook would want to leave first thing in the morning.

He can't imagine why Jungkook would be going to the trouble of making breakfast unless he was only making enough for himself, which still feels like too much trouble to Seokjin.

Last night, before going to bed, Seokjin left Jungkook's luggage outside the door to the room he was sleeping in and took his own into the next room over. He left his door open so that Jungkook wouldn't feel shut out—not that he expected Jungkook to come to him; he just didn't want to make the kid feel worse.

Seokjin stretches and gets out of bed wearing a sky blue pajama set, and he rummages through his bag for his toothbrush and toothpaste. The bathroom is between the bedrooms and the main room, and Seokjin hopes he will be able to begin his morning routine without disturbing Jungkook in the process.

Nervous, Seokjin peeks out into the hall, squeezing his heavy lids closed before pulling them wide open in hopes of becoming more alert. He tiptoes past the first guest room and reaches the bathroom, and slides in, closing the door quietly behind him. With a sigh of relief, Seokjin braces himself against the sink and stares at his reflection while pep-talking himself in his head, telling himself that no matter what, Jungkook's feelings are valid, and he will hear him out and do whatever Jungkook needs, including leaving as soon as possible so he can take Jungkook home.

After brushing his teeth, Seokjin quietly opens the bathroom door and does his best to sneak out, but Jungkook is standing across the hall with his arms crossed over his chest, and the sight makes Seokjin jump; he was not expecting to see anyone there. Jungkook's mouth tugs from a flat line into a wide smile, and it is not lost on Seokjin that Jungkook is wearing his stolen pink pajama set.

"Hyung!" Jungkook beams, "Come, I made breakfast."

"Uh—oh, okay," Seokjin stammers, turning to set his toothbrush and toothpaste onto the bathroom sink to pick up later.

Jungkook pads into the kitchen before Seokjin and grabs a plate of eggs, carrying it to a low dining table and setting it next to bacon, sliced fruit, and kimchi fried rice. Seokjin walks to the kitchen to retrieve the coffee, but Jungkook shoos him away, insisting on serving him, so Seokjin turns and hobbles back, sitting on a cushion.

"Did you sleep well, hyung?" Jungkook asks brightly, with absolutely no hint of disdain in his voice. Seokjin eyes the food suspiciously, wondering if Jungkook is capable of poisoning him.

"Not really," Seokjin mutters.

"Oh?" Jungkook asks, standing above the table with two mugs of coffee and his mouth turned down into a concerned frown. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Seokjin feels dumbfounded and is unsure sure what to even say, so he stares and blinks at Jungkook. Is this some kind of joke? Jungkook doesn't strike Seokjin as a very good actor, but he seems to be selling the shit out of this role.

With a smile so soft that it makes the hairs on Seokjin's arms stand up, Jungkook sets a mug of coffee in front of Seokjin, then squats next to him, picks up Seokjin's bowl, and begins to scoop rice into it. He tops the rice off with some bacon and an egg, and places it down, then gently takes Seokjin's jaw in his hand and rubs a thumb over his cheek.

"Eat up, hyung," Jungkook says with a soft smile, then stands and rounds the small dining table to sit across from him.

Seokjin malfunctions. Brain empty. He watches Jungkook take his bowl and serve himself with nary a thought between his two ears, just static buzzing around and making him nervous. The sound of Jungkook's voice pulls Seokjin's soul back into his body, and he blinks and hums with a confused tone, hoping Jungkook might repeat himself.

"How is it, hyung?" Jungkook asks, holding his chopsticks.

It occurs to Seokjin that he needs to take a bite, and he lifts his utensils. "Uh—oh, um—"

"Gotta eat up, we have a big day!"

Seokjin breaks his egg yolk and tears the egg a bit, scooping a little of everything into a bite, then pauses. "We—we do?"

Jungkook hums. "I found two trails nearby. One's a little harder, so I thought we could do that one, then stop for lunch and see how we're feeling about doing the other, since we still have an hour drive back home, and it would be nice to stargaze a bit before heading back."

Though bewildered and having to force his limbs to move for him, Seokjin brings the bite of food to his mouth. It tastes great; whatever Jungkook did to the rice is perfect. Jungkook smiles and digs into his own food, breaking up his egg and devouring two hearty mouthfuls. Then, Jungkook's words begin to catch up to Seokjin and register as words he understands in a sentence that is grammatically sound, and he freezes once more.

"Wh—wait, you still wait to hike?"

Jungkook looks up with cheeks full of food and wide, curious eyes. He knits his eyebrows and tilts his head, and Seokjin interprets that as Jungkook asking him to elaborate.

"Jungkook, if you want me to take you home, I understand."

Jungkook chews quickly and swallows, then chases it with a gulp of coffee, shaking his head.

"I don't want to go home."

"But—" Seokjin doesn't want to bring it up, but it is the elephant in the room, and eventually, someone will have to. "Jungkook, the messages. You were understandably upset."

Jungkook stares at Seokjin incredulously, then chuckles. "You fucked Taehyung, whatever. It's fine, you were planning to anyway. Besides," Jungkook scoops a mouthful into his cheek and mutters, "who hasn't?"

The air doesn't feel tense anymore, but Seokjin thinks it should. Right? The air should feel tense? So why doesn't it? It makes him very uneasy. Realization hits, and Seokjin squints at Jungkook, who swallows his food and looks at Seokjin as if waiting for him to speak.

"You're gonna kill me aren't you?"

Jungkook scoffs and looks confused.

"The hiking trip! You want to take me up into the mountains and shove me down, right?" Seokjin pinches his brow and squeezes his eyes shut. "Ah, really, it all makes sense."

"Hyung, I'm not throwing you off a mountain."

"I said shove, Jungkookah, not throw. You couldn't throw me."

Jungkook's eyes glimmer with something mischievous. "Yes, I can."

Seokjin takes a gulp of coffee and waits for Jungkook to stop looking at him in such a frightening manner. "You cannot," he mutters.

Jungkook scoots back on his cushion and stands quickly, and Seokjin cranes his neck to look up at him. Even in pink pajamas and with slight bedhead, Jungkook is awfully terrifying when he gets in a competitive mood.

"Stand up hyung," Jungkook says, motioning his hand upwards.

Seokjin does no such thing, shaking his head. His food will go cold if they don't stop messing around, for one thing. Jungkook rounds the table, stands beside Seokjin, and pulls him up by the elbows, making Seokjin yelp and drop his chopsticks. Hands on Seokjin's hips spin him around, and he nearly loses his footing, but Jungkook is already bending and wrapping his arms around Seokjin's thighs, lifting him up. With a surprised grunt, Seokjin wraps his arms around Jungkook's shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Seokjin complains, and Jungkook just smiles and turns, carrying Seokjin into the first guestroom.

Seokjin hardly has a chance to register what the room looks like when Jungkook says, "Tuck your chin, hyung," and bends at the knee before straightening out, sending Seokjin flying onto the bed. Seokjin shouts, doing his best to tuck his chin and protect his head. He lands awkwardly in the center of the bed and attempts to get his bearings, but Jungkook pounces onto the mattress and straddles Seokjin's hips, pinning his arms down with his hands.

"Jungkook, what—"

"Told you I could throw you," Jungkook teases with a smirk.

"S-so you do plan to throw me off the mountain, then?" Seokjin huffs as he struggles uselessly to get free from Jungkook.

Jungkook chuckles and leans forward more, resting his forehead on Seokjin's forehead. "I told you, hyung. I'm not mad at you."

Laying pinned under Jungkook on top of bedding that smells like Jungkook makes Seokjin's head spin and his cock hard. Given everything that has transpired, Seokjin doesn't exactly want his cock to be hard at a moment like this, and he really hopes Jungkook doesn't notice.

As if he is able to read Seokjin's mind, Jungkook rolls his hips, pressing into Seokjin's budding erection; he notices. Seokjin whimpers.

"You like it when I hold you down, don't you, hyung?"

Seokjin opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, just croaked sounds that die in his throat. Jungkook snickers.

"Maybe later, I'll tie you down," Jungkook mutters, raising his eyebrow before releasing Seokjin and sliding off the bed.

Blood rushes to Seokjin's head, warming his cheeks and he lays dazed with his hands above his head. He cannot, for the life of him, process anything that has happened since he has woken up, save for brushing his teeth, and he sits up slowly and pinches himself on the thigh to make sure it is not a dream. Then, when the realization hits that he is definitely awake, he leaps out of bed.

"Yah!" Seokjin shouts, "My egg is gonna be cold!"

Taehyung: ☹️ Reception must be bad where you are Call me when you can? I miss you, hyung

It really is the perfect day for a hike, and Seokjin is surprised Jungkook isn't bounding ahead of him since that seems like the Jungkook thing to do. Instead, Jungkook walks at a leisurely pace next to Seokjin, carrying a backpack full of food and water that they packed. Seokjin still feels awkward about everything, but Jungkook doesn't seem interested in bringing it up, so Seokjin doesn't either.

They reach a clearing with a field that is lined in yellow and red-leaved trees, and Jungkook finds a large rock tucked in the tree line to look out over the grass and catch his breath. There is nothing particularly spectacular about the view, especially now that chill autumn mornings are claiming the flowers, but Jungkook smiles as if he is gazing out into a vast universe.

"This is nice, hyung," Jungkook says.

Seokjin hums in agreement and reaches for the water bottle in Jungkook's hands, doing his best not to graze his fingers over Jungkook's. There is a bite to the air turning the sheen of sweat that covers them cold, and Seokjin shivers, pulling his shoulders in. Jungkook stands, removes the backpack, sets it on the ground, then climbs onto the rock and sits behind Seokjin, wrapping his arms and legs around him. Seokjin leans into Jungkook and instinctively closes his eyes.

"Am I deserving of your warmth?" Seokjin mutters, half expecting Jungkook to chide him.

"You deserve much more, hyung," Jungkook responds. Lips touch Seokjin's neck, and he can't help but tilt his head to give Jungkook more access to his skin.

"I shouldn't have lied to you."

Jungkook's lips continue kissing, up to Seokjin's ear, then down. "Why did you lie to me?"

Seokjin sighs and allows himself to lean back further into Jungkook's warmth. "Honestly, I was being selfish. And stupid. I didn't realize you harbored such feelings for me until you had confessed, and by then, I was already enjoying the time I was spending with Taehyung. Which I also lied about because I guess I thought you were only acting weird about it because maybe you still had feelings for him. I'm sorry, Jungkook. I should have just been honest with you."

Jungkook hums and nuzzles his face against Seokjin's neck, squeezing him tighter. "I was upset last night, but the more I thought about it, the less it bothered me. Imagining the two of you together...the only thing that upsets me now is not being able to see it, myself."

"How did you spend so long being shy, and then suddenly become so..." Seokjin trails off.

"So...what?"

"Bold? Sexy? I'm a little surprised. I've never seen you date, or hang around other people with any sort of interest, aside from Taehyung, I guess; it never really occurred to me that you're a person who has sex. Is that weird?"

Jungkook's arms around Seokjin tense before relaxing, but he says nothing, just chuckles softly, and continues to kiss along Seokjin's neck. They sit like this for a while longer until Seokjin's butt is numb from the rock below it, and they decide to continue their hike.

"At the next rock, we'll have lunch?" Jungkook suggests.

"Whatever you want, Jungkookah."

"Jungkookah," Seokjin gasps, leaning against a large tree trunk in a heavily-wooded area. "What are you doing?"

Jungkook gazes up through his lashes as he drops the open ends of Seokjin's belt and starts undoing his pants. "You said earlier that I can do whatever I want."

"I was referring to lunch," Seokjin gasps, feeling Jungkook's fingers on his clothed cock, sending sparks of arousal all over his body.

"And I wanna choke on this fat cock of yours, Jinie-hyung," Jungkook says with a smirk, and Seokjin truly can not believe his ears; who taught the boy next door to have such a filthy fucking mouth?

"Fucking hell, Jungkook," Seokjin whines as his cock is pulled from his briefs and stroked gently in Jungkook's hand.

Seokjin has never seen Jungkook with so much lust in his eyes. Even last night, when he was on his knees between Seokjin's legs in the hanok, he was mostly glimmering with intrigue. It takes the breath right out of Seokjin's lungs, and he can't help but stare down at Jungkook.

"Fuck, hyung, I might not be able to fit this in my mouth," Jungkook whines.

He leans forward and licks a stripe from Seokjin's balls to his tip, and Seokjin lets out a stuttered gasp, gripping onto the tree behind him. He is hyper-aware of the fact that anyone could come stumbling into this section of the woods and see them, but he doesn't let that concern force him to stop any of this from happening.

Jungkook takes Seokjin's cock into his mouth, swallowing down as much as he can, which is only about half, gently stroking the rest of his length in his hand, pulling a strained moan from Seokjin's throat. He hums as he sucks his cheeks in and swirls his tongue in such a familiar motion that Seokjin's eyes fly open, and he confirms that it is Jungkook on his knees and not Taehyung. Then Seokjin curses himself for thinking about Taehyung while his cock is in Jungkook's mouth,,,but their technique is so similar, it genuinely gives him pause.

"Fuck," Seokjin whines. "Your mouth feels so good, baby."

Jungkook hums around Seokjin's cock and sucks harder, and Seokjin gently grips Jungkook's hair, squeezing but attempting not to tug. Jungkook sucks Seokjin's cock with a lot of enthusiasm, slurping and moaning while stroking and squeezing, and it doesn't take long for Seokjin to feel the tight, intense feeling building.

"I won't last long, baby," Seokjin whines, "you feel so good."

Ever the competitive boy, Jungkook seems to take Seokjin's praises as a test to see just how fast Seokjin can cum and speeds his hands and mouth, sucking his cheeks in harder. Seokjin feels himself very quickly beginning to unravel.

"F-fuck. I'm gonna cum if you don't sl-slow down."

Jungkook pulls his mouth off Seokjin's cock and uses both hands to tug and gently twist over Seokjin's length while he looks up at Seokjin through tear-slick eyelashes. Seokjin drops his hands from Jungkook's hair and grips once more to the tree behind him.

"Feels so good," Seokjin mutters, allowing his head to loll back against the tree; he's so close. "Fuck, that's it, I'm gonna cum."

"Hyung," Jungkook mutters as he continues to tug on Seokjin's cock, and Seokjin looks at Jungkook with a gasp, feeling his orgasm beginning to flow over him. "Did you call Taehyung baby too?"

Seokjin cannot clearly identify the myriad of feelings that rush over him, but the most present is overwhelming bliss mixed with guilt. Jungkook just smirks, tugging streams of release from his cock which spill all over his hands as Seokjin moans and whimpers, trying to keep his trembling body upright through the height of his orgasm.

"Jungkook, what the fuck," Seokjin gasps, digging his fingers into the rough tree bark.

"Just wondering," Jungkook shrugs.

Jungkook gently squeezes Seokjin's length as if pulling the last of his cum from the tip, then releases it to flop down against Seokjin's pants. Seokjin lets go of the tree to shove himself back into his briefs and considers complaining about Jungkook's unorthodox behavior until the sight of Jungkook licking his release off his fingers and palm rips every single thought from Seokjin's head.

Without waiting for Seokjin's response, Jungkook picks up the backpack and continues down the trail, and it occurs to him once more that the chances of Jungkook picking him up and throwing him off the mountain are never zero. Not when he is so unpredictable.

Taehyung: I'm sure my insecurities are entirely unfounded since I don't know the circumstance of your silence, but it's beginning to weigh on me that we had very intense sex with no aftercare, and then you disappeared Did I do something wrong?

"Do you want to do anything more before we head back?" Seokjin asks, eyes on the shy. To his right, the river sloshes, and, once again, Seokjin tries not to think too much about the first time he was here.

Jungkook tilts his head up to look at Seokjin, and Seokjin cranes his neck to look down at Jungkook, who uses his tummy as a pillow.

"No. We hiked all day; I'm satisfied. We should leave soon so we can rest before another busy week with work and school."

"Should I drop you at home tonight?"

Jungkook rolls over, off Seokjin and onto his elbows, then wiggle-crawls up to Seokjin, nuzzling his face into his neck. "I want to stay with you. Just to sleep. I'm tired."

"Are you done with the stars?" Seokjin asks.

Jungkook hums in agreement, then lets out a sleepy sigh.

"Alright, let's get us home," Seokjin says, poking Jungkook in the side and sitting up.

Seokjin: Baby, I'm so, so sorry I've been in the mountains and haven't been getting your messages, but I'm on my way home now, so if you'd like to talk tomorrow, we can

Taehyung: He lives

Seokjin: I owe you an apology for the lack of aftercare, and it deserves more than a text message, but I do want to say that I deeply regret not being there for you after such an intense session; I got too far into my own head, and it's no excuse, but I think we both needed some kind of care after that, and my leaving failed us both

Taehyung: I was starting to think you forgot about me

Seokjin: I'm sorry, Tae I hate that my absence made you sad

Taehyung: Whatever It's fine Have a good night and drive safe

Seokjin: It's not fine, just let me know when you want to talk

Seokjin wakes up to Jungkook climbing into his bed. He must have fallen asleep while waiting for Jungkook to get done showering. Fruity, floral notes of shampoo hit Seokjin's nostrils, and Jungkook cuddles up to his side and wraps his arm around his waist, resting his head on his chest. Seokjin appreciates that Jungkook dried his hair before coming to bed.

"Smells nice," is all Seokjin mutters before falling back asleep.

"Welcome back, hyung. Hope your family emergency was good."

Seokjin turns to Jimin with his brows knitted. "You hope my family emergency was...good?"

Jimin waves him off, unpacking a textbook from his backpack. "Whatever, you know what I mean. Resolved? Uneventful? Not too traumatic?"

This kid is too much, Seokjin thinks to himself as he packs his bag. His shift is ending, and Jimin has come to take over and help the last of the students before the library closes in a few hours. It has been a rather uneventful day with both of the students who have been weighing on his mind being absent.

Seokjin feels grateful for the peace. If anything, he has work to catch up on after spending so much time attempting to covertly flirt with one of them; stocking shelves isn't exactly a priority duty for him.

With his messenger bag slung over his shoulder, Seokjin waves goodbye to Jimin and makes his way through the library, giving it one last scan to ensure everything is in order, when he hears footsteps running behind him.

"Hyung!" a familiar voice calls out.

Seokjin turns to find Hoseok approaching with his backpack slung over his shoulders. His shift ended almost an hour ago; why is he still here?

"Hey, Hoseok."

"Mind if I walk out with you?" Hoseok asks with a wide smile.

"It's fine. What are you still doing here?"

Hoseok blushes, but he shrugs, "I was going over some research. I study better here than in my dorm."

Seokjin has literally never seen Hoseok study in the library before, but he nods. "Makes sense."

"So, what's up with that student who was into you?" Hoseok asks in a hushed tone as they exit the building, walking past small clusters of students milling about. "I haven't seen him around. He's pretty."

Seokjin clears his throat. "I don't know. I guess he had a crush on me, so says Jimin."

Hoseok hums. "Do you have a crush on him?"

This stops Seokjin in his tracks, and he turns abruptly, trying to look stern without seeming angry. "I don't have crushes on students, Seok. I'm too old for that kind of shit."

"You've never had a crush on a student, hyung?"

Seokjin shakes his head and continues walking toward the parking lot. "No."

"What about that starry-eyed boy who comes in for microbiology texts? The one who's friends with Jimin? You two always seem to be speaking some language that nobody else is privy to."

"Jungkook? He was my neighbor growing up. Our parents are best friends."

"Ooh," Hoseok beams, "boy next door!"

"Why are you asking me about this?" Seokjin huffs; he feels exasperated.

Hoseok gently takes Seokjin by the arm, stopping both of them in the middle of the path. The parking lot is close but not close enough, and he is still out in the open where anyone can see him, so he takes a step back and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I just thought, maybe if you were into students, we could get a drink some time," Hoseok says softly.

"Hoseok, I'm seven or eight years older than you."

Hoseok bites his bottom lip and smiles, and Seokjin is sure he has never seen the boy light up like this before. "I know, hyung."

Seokjin sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Hoseok, you seem like a great guy, but you should focus your efforts on men your age, alright? Or at the very least, not faculty; I could lose my job."

Hoseok nods, humming in understanding. "Alright, well I appreciate you for telling me, and for being kind about it. I won't be a student forever, though."

With a wink, Hoseok skips off, and Seokjin takes a moment to let his mind settle before walking the rest of the way to his car.

Jungkook: I'm slammed with exams this week, but I want to keep our noodle date Friday if you're down? Maybe go back to yours after and stay the night?

Seokjin: Sorry, I only got as far as "I'm slammed" and blacked out; what is it you need?

Jungkook: I was saying I would like to be slammed on Friday night, after our regularly scheduled noodle date, hyung

Seokjin: I should be able to pencil you in

Jungkook: So generous of you

Fridays with Jungkook are easy because Taehyung goes to the club on Fridays, so all Seokjin needs to do is find a day when he and Taehyung can sit and talk before then. Although Taehyung's silence is more or less giving him an out, and he could just leave things as they are, there's a part of him that feels guilty for still wanting to go through with actually breaking his heart. At the very least, he should apologize for how their night went the last time they saw each other.

Seokjin sends Taehyung a text—

Seokjin: Hey pretty, is there an evening this week that would work for you to meet up? For drinks, or just to chat?

—then he settles into his couch for dinner and an anime marathon. He is surprised when the first hour goes by without a response; typically, Taehyung is a prompt texter. Seokjin considers calling but ultimately decides against it. If space is what Taehyung needs, then space is what Seokjin will give.

Perhaps his plan is working itself out already, and Taehyung will decide not to contact Seokjin again. Seokjin hates to admit that it would make things much easier for him.

"Well, well, look who it is," Jimin's voice beams, sounding brighter than usual, making Seokjin look up from what he is reading and turn his attention to the counter.

Jungkook is standing on the other side, with his wavy hair covering his eyes and a tight black tee showing off every delicate curve of his chest and shoulders. He is holding a small stack of books and smiling widely at Seokjin, who clears his throat and feels the sudden urge to adjust his tie so he can breathe more easily—like the air is too thin.

"Find everything alright?" Seokjin asks, but his voice comes out shaky and affected, and he can tell Jimin notices, feeling his gaze hone in on the side of his head. With Taehyung, it was easy to stay calm and pretend not to know who he was, but Jungkook is, well, Jungkook, and Seokjin suddenly feels like he is sinking into an undertow of his own lies and affection.

"Always, hyung," Jungkook responds softly, and now Jimin is really staring at him.

Seokjin turns to Jimin, feeling his ears redden from Jimin's incredulous stare. "Relax," Seokjin mutters, "we literally grew up together. I've told you this, before."

Jimin hums in acknowledgment, but there is a lilt at the end, a hint of sarcasm that Seokjin doesn't mistake.

"How was your birthday, Jiminie?" Jungkook asks, and Seokjin begins to reach for Jungkook's books to check them into the system since all Jimin seems to be good for at this moment is staring at Seokjin.

"Fine," Jimin says, and Seokjin can hear the shrug in his voice. "Would have been better with you there, but the party did get a little out of control, and I had to stop Taehyung and Namjoon from fucking in my bathroom, not once, but twice."

Interesting, Seokjin thinks. He wonders if Taehyung and Namjoon were together when Taehyung texted Seokjin about how pretty he is when he cums. "When was your birthday, Jimin?"

"Saturday," Jimin responds to Seokjin, then turns to Jungkook. "How was your family thing?"

Seokjin gazes up in time to watch Jungkook blush, to watch Jungkook's eyes flutter to Seokjin, then fall to the counter.

"It was good," Jungkook mutters. And Seokjin doesn't need to look at Jimin to know he is staring at him once more because the energy around them shifts, so Seokjin continues to check Jungkook's books in as if nothing has happened, then slides the small stack across the counter, wishing Jungkook a good day.

Once Jungkook leaves, Seokjin goes back to what he was reading, but he can still feel Jimin's eyes, so he turns and says, "Yes?"

"Interesting how you didn't ask for Jungkook's student number," Jimin says.

"I told you, we're lifelong friends. Is it really that strange that I know it?"

Jimin's gaze focuses before it relaxes, and he shrugs. "Whatever it is, just don't be stupid about it. It's obvious to me, god, and everyone that Jungkook has a thing for you. I don't know anything else and I don't need to know."

And with that, Jimin walks over to the cart of book returns and begins to wheel it off to a nearby shelf. Seokjin lets out a deep sigh and continues on with his work, thankful for Jimin's apathy.

Taehyung: Sorry, hyung, just need some space, I guess I have a big project looming Talk soon

Seokjin: You never need to apologize for needing space, baby Thank you for letting me know I'll be here when you're ready

By the time they return to Seokjin's apartment from their Friday evening noodle date, Seokjin is exhausted. He is not sure why; this week went by relatively fast, especially without all of the distractions he had grown accustomed to. But he feels weighed down, as if he is caught in some kind of compression machine, getting the life force slowly squeeze out of him. Being full of carbs probably isn't helping.

"I might need a nap," Seokjin mutters, slinging his grey blazer over the back of his couch and loosening his pale blue necktie.

"Maybe a shower will help you relax?" Jungkook suggests sweetly, placing his palms over Seokjin's chest and closing in on him to lean in for a soft kiss.

A shower sounds nice. "You're probably right."

So, Seokjin takes a shower. He had considered asking if Jungkook wanted to join him, but Jungkook seems more put together than usual for a Friday evening and not disheveled as if he had just come from the gym. The hot water on Seokjin's back feels good, and he is glad to have a moment of alone time—a moment to breathe.

When Seokjin finally drags his ass out of the shower, he dries his hair, applies some moisturizer, and returns to his room with his towel around his hips. His intention was to get into something more comfortable for lounging around in, but instead, he finds Jungkook sitting on his bed in only tiny black briefs.

"You promised I would get slammed, hyung," Jungkook pouts.

Seeing Jungkook in so little clothing makes Seokjin's head spin. Jungkook's chest, abs, and thighs are muscular beyond his wildest dreams, and Seokjin has a hard time tearing his eyes back up to Jungkook's face.

Jungkook pats the mattress beside him. "Come here, hyung."

Seokjin approaches the bed and sits on the edge, watching Jungkook, who sits up. Jungkook takes Seokjin's shoulders and guides him down onto the mattress, and Seokjin swings his legs up, surprised when the towel doesn't fall from his hips as he moves. Jungkook swings a leg over Seokjin, using his knee to nudge his legs to straighten out, then straddles Seokjin, pulling his hands over his head.

"We shouldn't be doing this; what if someone hears us? They'll know you're fucking a student," Jungkook says in a fake whine.

"Then you'll have to be quiet and good for me, otherwise I'll have to reprimand you," Seokjin responds with a smirk.

"Reprimand me, how? You're the one who would lose your job."

"How would the dean feel about one of his star students seducing a faculty member? Imagine what your mother would say when he calls her."

Jungkook smirks. "My mother would be thrilled if it was you, hyung."

Seokjin feels his heart skip a little at the compliment, though he is not sure if that is the truth or if Jungkook is just teasing him, although he is certain that now is not the best time to ask.

"Close your eyes, hyung. I have a surprise for you."

Seokjin closes his eyes, feeling Jungkook lean forward. Jungkook licks over his lips and moans as Seokjin's mouth falls open. Although Jungkook lets go of Seokjin's hands, he is so lost in the moment that he leaves his arms up. In a swift movement, firm cloth wraps around Seokjin's left wrist and is tightened, binding him. Seokjin opens his eyes and attempts to pull his second hand down, but Jungkook is too fast and too strong and restrains him in seconds.

"Jungkook," Seokjin whines. "How—"

"The straps are under your mattress. I put them there while you were showering. I told you I wanted to tie you down, hyung. Are you up for it?"

There is an evil sort of lustful glint in Jungkook's eyes, and Seokjin is definitely hesitant, but he can't imagine Jungkook would do anything to actually hurt him, so he nods his head.

"Is this part of the role play?" Seokjin asks.

"Nah, I don’t care about the role play. I just want to fuck."

"Alright, I trust you," Seokjin responds, feeling an excited heat pool in his tummy. "Even though it means I can't touch you."

Jungkook smirks. "Does hyung want to touch me?"

"Very much. Your body is amazing, Jungkook."

"Where does hyung want to touch me?" Jungkook asks, sitting up and rubbing his hands over his neck.

"Your chest," Seokjin responds, and Jungkook's hands move down over his pecs.

"Your abs," Seokjin says, watching Jungkook's hands go down, dancing over his abdominals before going back up, over them.

"Those fucking thighs," Seokjin all but whines, and Jungkook moves his hands down, rubbing over his legs.

"Hyung likes my thighs?"

Seokjin nods emphatically.

"Where else?" Jungkook asks with an eyebrow raised.

Seokjin's eyes fall to the bulge in Jungkook's briefs, and he is shocked by its size. He wonders how pretty Jungkook's cock must be. Jungkook pulls his hands up to the top of his thighs, and one keeps going, roving over his clothed erection. Seokjin feels his own cock twitch, and he gasps at the sight of Jungkook touching himself.

"What does hyungie want to do with my dick?"

A gasp leaves Seokjin's mouth as he tears his eyes from Jungkook's hands, watching Jungkook bite down on his bottom lip. He is not used to Jungkook looking so devastatingly sinful, and arousal warms him from head to toe.

"Whatever you'd like, Jungkookah," Seokjin mutters.

Jungkook leans forward, caging Seokjin in with his arms, and rolls his hips so that his and Seokjin's clothed cocks rub together. Seokjin moans a breathy, low sound, and Jungkook lets out a stammered breath of his own.

"What if I want to fuck you?"

"You assume I only top?" Seokjin asks, and Jungkook raises his eyebrows with a smirk. "I like everything, baby. Anything you need."

"So accommodating, hyung," Jungkook leans further, licking over Seokjin's lips and smiling as he gasps. "Yeah, I did think you'd only top."

Seokjin struggles, attempting to pull his bound hands down, and the straps do have some give to them, but not enough to move Seokjin's hands past his face. "I can't stretch you anyway without my hands, so you'll have to fuck me if you want to keep me bound."

Jungkook hums as if he is considering what Seokjin is saying, then responds, "Maybe."

He sits up and slides down over Seokjin's thighs and reaches for the towel around Seokjin's hips. Jungkook tugs the towel open and bites his lip as he reveals Seokjin's hard cock. Seokjin's breath hitches, and he lightly ruts his hips.

"Beg me to touch you," Jungkook says, smirking down at Seokjin.

"Please," Seokjin whines quietly. "Touch me, baby."

Jungkook watches Seokjin silently and waits for more begging, so Seokjin continues. "Please, Jungkookah. I need you to touch me. Please."

"Do you deserve it?" Jungkook asks, and Seokjin shakes his head and mutters, "No."

"Then why would I touch you, hyung?"

Seokjin is desperate, knitting his brows. "I want you to use me to make yourself feel good, baby. Please, anything you want."

Jungkook shifts his weight onto one leg to wedge the other between Seokjin's thighs, then gets between Seokjin's legs, pushing them up to expose his ass.

"Anything, I want, hyung?" Jungkook asks as he runs a finger over Seokjin's tight hole, biting his lip when Seokjin squirms.

Seokjin whimpers a weak, "Yes."

"Keep your legs open for me, hyung," Jungkook says as he gets onto his belly and spreads Seokjin's ass with his hands. Jungkook's legs are bent, feet swinging playfully in the air, and Seokjin can't help but smile over how innocent it seems in contrast to what Jungkook is doing.

Jungkook's tongue licks over Seokjin's rim, and Seokjin whimpers; his legs shake as a spark of arousal flutters through him. Another lick, long and slow, and Seokjin moans, staring ahead at the ceiling while his eyelashes threaten to flutter closed.

"You like that, hyung?"

"Yes, Jungkook. It feels amazing; please don't stop," Seokjin whines.

"Beg me some more," Jungkook groans, nibbling on one of Seokjin's thighs. The nibbles tickle and Seokjin tries not to wiggle too much; he wants to be good for Jungkook.

"Please, Jungkookah, please don't stop."

"Don't stop what?"

"Don't stop licking me. Please, your tongue feels so good, baby."

Jungkook licks over the spot he nibbled on. "Like this?"

Seokjin chuckles, "No, baby, I want you to lick my ass. Please."

Jungkook's mouth travels slowly, tongue laving over skin as he teases Seokjin, getting closer to where he wants him. With a quick flick, Jungkook's tongue makes contact with his rim, and Seokjin whimpers, feeling his entire body tremble; the sensation is amazing. Jungkook hums and groans as he licks Seokjin's ass and presses his tongue into the tight hole, gently stretching him.

Seokjin whimpers and moans, feeling himself dissolve from Jungkook's ministrations. A finger traces over Seokjin's hole beneath Jungkook's tongue, and he gasps, readying himself for the burn and stretch, but Jungkook just teases him, drawing circles over the rim.

"Please," Seokjin whimpers.

Jungkook hums a question.

"Want you inside me, baby."

Jungkook presses his finger into Seokjin's ass slowly. He seems to have drooled a considerable amount onto his finger, but the stretch still burns, and Seokjin hisses.

"Lube, baby," Seokjin whines, "in the drawer here."

Jungkook drools more onto his finger, helping to ease it into Seokjin's ass, then slowly pulls out and sits up on his knees. Seokjin still cannot believe his eyes when he watches Jungkook stare back at him; it is hard to imagine this buff, hot man is the same Jungkook he knew all those years ago. Jungkook gets off the bed and walks to the bedside table, opening the drawer. Inside is lube and various toys, and he rummages around, muttering to himself before taking out lube and a plug.

"Can I use this on you, hyung?" Jungkook asks, holding out the metal toy.

"Baby, you can use anything you want."

Jungkook raises an eyebrow and opens the drawer more, and produces a small bullet vibrator. He holds it up and presses a button on it several times until it is buzzing loudly, and Jungkook's eyes widen with excitement before he turns it off and returns to the bed with it.

Seokjin has kept his legs open for Jungkook, and seconds after hearing the lube bottle open, Seokjin feels a cold, wet metal plug on his rim. He flinches from the feeling and considers scolding Jungkook, but when he looks up at Jungkook's face, the boy has a devious grin, confirming that he did that on purpose.

"Gonna stretch you till you cum, then fuck you while you're an overstimulated, whimpering mess. Does that sound good, hyung?"

Seokjin's heart pounds against his ribs; considering he is bound, he has no reason not to believe Jungkook will do just as he says, and it is not as if he could make him stop—not that he would want to, really.

Jungkook moves the toy away from Seokjin's rim, and Seokjin scrambles to mutter, "Y-yes, Jungkookah. You can use me however you want. Please don't stop."

Slowly, gradually, Jungkook uses the toy to stretch Seokjin, already turning him into the whimpering mess part of Jungkook's earlier promise. He uses the vibrator against the round base of the plug, and Seokjin mewls—he can't control the bucking of his hips, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to hold his legs open for Jungkook. Seokjin desperately wants Jungkook to touch his cock and make him cum, but he lays and takes what Jungkook gives him because he wants to be so good for him.

"Is hyung gonna cum?" Jungkook asks in a mocking tone, as if able to read him.

"Y-yes, baby," Seokjin mutters. "Faster, if you touch me."

Jungkook grabs onto Seokjin's cock and squeezes the head, rolling his palm over the polled precum. "Like this?"

Seokjin moans loudly, hips bucking and trembling; the feeling is incredible. "Y-yes, fuck, just like that, baby."

Jungkook strokes Seokjin's cock while using the vibrator to push against the plug in Seokjin's ass, creating just enough friction to make him unravel, and Seokjin squeezes his eyes shut, feeling his high rush through him.

"Eyes on me, hyung," Jungkook commands, and Seokjin's eyes slam open, wide and desperate as Jungkook jerks him off and makes him sends him straight to the precipice of bliss.

Seokjin trembles and whimpers, voice cracked and broken. His release hits his stomach, and once he has no more to offer, Jungkook takes the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the hole, and Seokjin's legs slide out from beneath him; he can no longer hold them up.

Jungkook drops Seokjin's cock and leans forward, licking the mess he made on his tummy and humming to himself. Seokjin attempts to watch Jungkook's tongue peek out and collect his viscous release, but it is too much, and Seokjin's head falls back against the pillow. He is teetering on the edge of overstimulation, and Jungkook continuing to vibrate the plug is doing nothing to stave off the feeling.

Seokjin fights the urge to whine and beg Jungkook to ease up when there is a knock on the door. No, not a knock—someone is pounding on the door. Seokjin's entire body stiffens, and he holds his breath—for what reason, he is unsure of.

"Hello?" a familiar, deep voice calls from the hallway, and Seokjin panics.

"One moment!" Jungkook responds over his shoulder, turning off the vibrator and dropping it between Seokjin's legs.

"Wait, Jungkookah, stop," Seokjin whispers frantically, yanking on his restraints, but Jungkook climbs off the bed and walks through the bedroom door into the living room.

The sound of the door opening has Seokjin flinching, curling his legs up in hopes of hiding himself—not that Taehyung hasn't already seen him naked, but he suddenly feels so exposed.

"God damn, look at your body," Taehyung mutters from the living room, and Jungkook chuckles softly. "Still can't believe you didn't let me finish what we started."

That sentence ricochets around Seokjin's mind at a dizzying pace, and he can't for the life of him parse what Taehyung means.

"If you're good, I'll let you have me tonight," Jungkook mutters so softly, Seokjin nearly misses it, and he feels his body go cold, goosebumps covering him.

"If I'm good?" Taehyung responds teasingly, his voice getting closer to the bedroom. "I'm the one who won our little bet; you owe me that pretty cock, Jungkookie. I want you to hold me down with all of your strength and make me scream your name."

"Always so demanding," Jungkook teases, appearing in the doorway to Seokjin's bedroom. Taehyung comes up behind Jungkook and rests his head on his shoulder, grinning at the sight before him.

"Hey, daddy," Taehyung says. "Miss me?"

Seokjin struggles against his restraints, lifting one knee to cover his cock, which—despite his duress—is growing hard at the sight of the boys.

"What's going on?" Seokjin mutters.

Jungkook sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "Sorry, hyung, but you're not the only one who lied."

"W-what did Taehyung mean when he said he won the bet? What bet?" Seokjin asks. There is a tremble in his voice that makes him cringe inwardly.

"Ah, that," Taehyung responds with a chuckle, then he turns to nuzzle his nose into Jungkook's neck, and Jungkook leans into it, blushing.

"Does he know yet?" Taehyung asks, voice low and alluring. Jungkook shakes his head gently, biting his lip. Taehyung's eyes are back on Seokjin. "Ah, well, we'll explain later, then; don't wanna ruin the surprise."

Jungkook and Taehyung walk into the room and stop before the end of the bed. Seokjin watches with bated breath as they turn to one another, and Taehyung pulls Jungkook into a deep kiss. Jungkook whimpers as Taehyung's tongue licks at his lips, and a tingle of arousal starts at Seokjin's cock, spreading throughout his limbs.

Taehyung is wearing blue jeans and a white tee with a denim jacket over top, and Jungkook pushes at the collar of the coat, urging it away. With a light chuckle, Taehyung shrugs it off onto the floor, and Jungkook's fingers immediately reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, up, up over Taehyung's head.

Seokjin's breath hitches at the sight of both men standing shirtless in his room. As Jungkook's hands rove down Taehyung's neck, down further over his pecs, Seokjin wishes he could touch them too.

"Like what you see?" Taehyung asks, and Seokjin meets his eye, surprised to see Taehyung looking at him. "Too bad you can't touch yourself, hmm? Looks like your cock is begging for us."

Seokjin looks down at his throbbing erection resting hard against his tummy, dribbling precum. He wants to touch himself so badly—or, better yet—have one of the boys touch him.

"Can you blame me?" Seokjin mutters, looking between the two of them.

Jungkook's hands move further down Taehyung's torso, and Seokjin's mouth falls open as he watches the movement. Fingers reach for Taehyung's button and fly, opening them before taking the hem of his pants and pushing down. Taehyung's dick is hard, tenting in tiny, blue lace briefs, and Seokjin feels his heart once again pound in his chest.

"Fuck, you're both so pretty," Seokjin whines.

"Will this be your first time?" Taehyung asks, and Jungkook nods with a shy smile, then looks at Seokjin. "Go get him, then."

Jungkook walks to the bed and kneels on the end, crawling slowly to Seokjin. He takes Seokjin's ankles and pulls them, straightening his legs, and Seokjin lets him, laying pliant for him.

"I'm gonna fuck you hyung," Jungkook says, cocking his head to the side. The stern look in Jungkook's eyes gives Seokjin chills.

"Anything for you, baby," Seokjin responds.

"I thought I was your baby," Taehyung pouts and stands at the end of the bed behind Jungkook.

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow and grins. "I knew it," he mutters.

Seokjin wants to say something in response, but nothing comes into his brain, so his mouth trembles around air. Jungkook leans forward onto his elbows and pushes Seokjin's thighs open, then presses on the plug in his ass, and Seokjin whimpers as a small wave of pleasure rushes through him.

Behind Jungkook, Taehyung gets onto his knees and tugs Jungkook's briefs past his hips, down to his thighs. Jungkook's cock remains covered, but his ass is exposed, and Taehyung leans forward, pushing his face into it. Jungkook's head falls forward, and his body trembles and Taehyung's hands squeeze Jungkook's ass, indenting his skin.

"F-fuck, Tae," Jungkook whines, breathing heavily.

Seokjin can't see what Taehyung is doing, but he can wager a guess, and the sight of it has his cock twitching.

"Kookie tastes so good, daddy," Taehyung says, eyes wide and staring at Seokjin. There is a darkness to his gaze—a seriousness that Seokjin can't quite read.

"I wouldn't know," Seokjin mutters, and Taehyung snickers then closes his eyes and goes back to work behind Jungkook.

Jungkook tugs on the butt plug, moaning loudly, and Seokjin moans in tandem, finding it hard to keep his focus on the scene before him. He wants to eat Jungkook's ass—wants to taste him so badly. He wants to watch Taehyung's tongue work over the tight muscle. He wants so much that he is hopeless to have.

The sounds of Jungkook's moans make Seokjin so needy. His chest heaves as he watches Jungkook tremble with his head down against the mattress, long dark waves dancing over the comforter.

"Doesn't he sound so sweet when he moans?" Taehyung asks, once again glaring in Seokjin's direction. Seokjin nods his head weakly. "He tastes even sweeter."

Fuck, Seokjin is going to lose his mind watching the two of them, especially with Taehyung taunting him like this. He wants to beg to be included, but he doesn't want to feel even more powerless than he already does, and he is certain that begging Taehyung for anything will make Taehyung do the opposite, so he says nothing.

Taehyung must lick a long, slow stripe across Jungkook, judging by his head movement and by the way Jungkook whimpers. Taehyung brings his head up, into Seokjin's view, with his tongue sticking out flat and licks along his upper lip with a grin, then gives Jungkook's ass a little slap and stands, getting off the bed.

Jungkook takes a moment to compose himself, and Taehyung leaves the room. His back has fresh scratches from shoulder blades to hips, and the briefs tug his ass so tightly, Seokjin isn't sure where to look, but he has questions he is not sure whether he is allowed to ask.

When Jungkook sits up, his face and neck are flushed and his hair is so beautifully disheveled, it makes Seokjin's breath hitch—he doesn't understand how someone can be so disarmingly pretty. Taehyung returns, carrying a chair from Seokjin's dining table, and sets it on the side of the bed towards the end. He takes a seat and then puts his bare feet onto the bed, crossing one ankle over the other.

"Give me a good show, baby Koo," Taehyung sing-songs, though his eyes are on Seokjin, and there is no hint of playfulness on his face.

"A-are you upset with me?" Seokjin asks, and Taehyung raises an eyebrow.

"Sorry, daddy, but nobody gave you permission to speak to me, so unless you want to be punished, I recommend you shut the fuck up."

"Yes, baby," Seokjin mutters and moves his eyes from Taehyung to Jungkook.

Jungkook is on his knees, and his briefs are pulled down over his ass, still and straining against his cock. Rather than adjust the fabric, Jungkook leans forward once more and takes the end of the butt plug in his fingertips, and tugs on it, causing Seokjin to moan and drop his head back against his pillow. Jungkook twists the toy and pulls it out slowly, and the stretch around the thickest part of the bulb makes Seokjin hiss.

"Get on your knees for me, hyung," Jungkook instructs in a flat tone, making Seokjin gasp. He does as he is told, rolling onto his side before turning over with his wrists crossing over one another, then anchors himself onto his elbows before wiggling up onto his knees.

Seokjin hears the sound of the lube bottle open and get used before clicking shut, and he wishes he could see Jungkook's cock, but Jungkook is too close to him now, and it is too difficult to look back. Jungkook presses two slick fingers into Seokjin's hole and Seokjin trembles from the pleasure, falling forward onto his arms with his ass still in the air.

Only briefly does Jungkook prod and scissor his fingers before he pulls out and adjusts behind Seokjin. Although Seokjin is probably not prepped enough for Jungkook's cock, he likes it when it stings and does not protest.

Jungkook pulls on Seokjin's hips to get him into position, then rubs the slick tip of his cock over Seokjin's rim, and sparks fly throughout his body, already causing him to tremble. Slowly, Jungkook pushes the head of his cock into Seokjin's ass, hissing and moaning. Seokjin whimpers, doing his best to keep his ass still despite the burn. Jungkook pulls out slowly, then presses in more, and Seokjin wonders if he might black out—Jungkook is much thicker than he expected.

"Jesus, baby, how big is your cock?" Seokjin whines and Jungkook chuckles but does not answer the question.

Instead, it is Taehyung who mutters, "Big enough to make my jaw sore."

The lube bottle is opened once more, and Seokjin feels cold liquid hit his ass, flinching from the feeling. Jungkook pulls out once more, then pushes back in, and this time the slide is much easier, making Seokjin cry out from the pleasure-pain f the stretch. It feels as if the air is being punched from Seokjin's lungs, and he balls his fists tight.

"Slow, baby," Seokjin whines, "fuck, your cock is too fucking big."

"You're one to talk," Taehyung chides, and Seokjin feels his ears go red at the reminder that Taehyung is watching them.

With one more long, slow press of his hips, Jungkook's thighs rest against Seokjin's ass, and Seokjin forgets momentarily how to breathe before his body is tensing and he is gasping for air. Jungkook's fingers grip hard into Seokjin's hips, and he slowly pulls out before pressing back in, dragging through Seokjin's tight walls and making his head spin.

"So tight," Jungkook whimpers, "I can't believe how good this feels."

"Just wait til you bottom, Kookie," Taehyung says sweetly. "I have a feeling you're going to love it."

Several questions float into Seokjin's head, but he doesn't have a chance to ask them before Jungkook pulls his hips back and slams them forward, crashing into Seokjin with a loud slap. Seokjin lets out a choked cry, wondering if Jungkook's cock is somehow up in his stomach, rearranging his organs. Jungkook rolls his hips and finds a rhythm, but it is shaky and imperfect, and Seokjin wonders how many times he has done this before.

"How does Kookie's cock feel?" Taehyung calls, and Seokjin lifts his head enough to whine, "Amazing," before dropping it back into his arms.

Taehyung hums and mutters, "Jealous."

"Ah—I'll f-fuck you too if you want, Tae," Jungkook groans as he digs his fingers more into Seokjin's hips.

"Yes, please," Taehyung all but moans.

Jungkook's pace steadies, and he pulls back with his hands to slam his and Seokjin's bodies together. It is dizzying, and a little painful, and absolutely euphoric, and Seokjin knows he won't last. Jungkook reaches and wraps his hand around Seokjin's cock and strokes him dry, which still feels amazing, and Seokjin moans loudly into his arms.

"Gonna cum," Seokjin whines. Though it is muffled, Jungkook grunts in response and says, "Me too."

Seokjin lets go—as if there was anything to hold back anyway—and cums hard on his bedsheets and on his own stomach, moaning and crying out as Jungkook's cock continues to punish his ass. Jungkook mutters a string of profanities, then pulls out, and Seokjin's knees give out, causing him to crash into the bed, landing in his own cold release as Jungkook's warm cum sprays his ass and lower back. Seokjin can't help but chuckle at the thought of how fucking sticky he will be.

The mattress shifts beneath Seokjin, and a tongue laps at the mess on his back, and he shutters at the image of Jungkook eating his own cum—how fucking debauched and hot the imagery is. But when he turns his head, Jungkook is standing next to him, stroking his semi-limp cock. Seokjin gasps at the realization that it is Taehyung cleaning Jungkook's mess, and before he can say anything, Taehyung grabs Seokjin by the hips and pulls him back onto his knees.

"How was it?" Taehyung asks.

Jungkook takes Seokjin by the hair and yanks his head up, pulling his face towards his dick.

"It was amazing," Jungkook mutters.

"Daddy, did you like how Kookie fucked you?"

"Yes," Seokjin mutters, "Jungkook felt so fucking good."

Seokjin opens his mouth, holding out his tongue, and Jungkook slides his half-hard cock in, moaning deeply. The heady taste of Seokjin's ass and Jungkook's cum coats his tongue, and he sucks his cheeks in, willing Jungkook to get hard in his mouth.

"Not bad for a virgin, huh?" Taehyung asks, and at this, Seokjin's eyes fly wide, and he does his best to look up at Jungkook, who is holding his cock firmly in Seokjin's mouth.

"I lied about Taehyung fucking me and breaking up with me," Jungkook says with a smirk. Seokjin attempts to ask why but only a muffled sound comes out of his mouth, and he gags around Jungkook from lack of oxygen.

"Jungkookie enlisted me to teach him how to fuck," Taehyung says from behind Seokjin, squeezing his ass with both hands. "But he was hopelessly in love with you and wanted you to take his virginity, so I only got as far as to teach him how to suck dick."

Now Seokjin understands why Jungkook's technique was the same as Taehyung's. But it doesn't explain why Jungkook more or less pushed him into Taehyung's arms.

"The thing is, I wanted you too, hyung," Taehyung continues. "So we thought it would be fun to see who could fuck you first. We figured you'd want to defend Jungkook's honor by trying to break my heart in return since Jungkook said it was painfully obvious that you were in love with him. Whereas I had to throw myself at you, Jungkook must have just used his hot body and genuine feelings to get into your pants. So sweet."

Jungkook releases Seokjin's head, and Seokjin gasps for air as drool connects his lips to Jungkook's cock and drips down his chin. He finally looks at Jungkook naked and can't believe how thick and pretty his dick is, though he knows he shouldn't be surprised.

"So all the while you were playing me, not the other way around," Seokjin rasps, throat feeling sore and overused.

Jungkook hums in agreement, then yanks Seokjin's head back to his erection. The sound of the lube bottle opening and squirting from behind Seokjin is alarming, but Seokjin is powerless to do anything, and he is not sure he would ask Taehyung to stop whatever he wants to do anyway. Two slick fingers prod into Seokjin's ass, and he whimpers. Then they find his prostate, and he cries out.

"Still gotta turn you into an overstimulated, whimpering mess," Jungkook groans as he begins to fuck Seokjin's mouth. Seokjin relaxes his jaw and lets Jungkook use him. Drool pours from around his lips as he whines and cries out from Taehyung's fingers working him over. Seokjin attempts to beg Taehyung to slow down, but words don't come past his lips, so Jungkook pulls his cock out of Seokjin's mouth.

Seokjin gasps. "Please, baby, it's too much!"

Taehyung hums as if considering Seokjin's request, then says, "I don't remember asking you. And you know what your safe words is, daddy."

Jungkook shoves his cock back into Seokjin's mouth, and Seokjin lets Jungkook fuck his face while Taehyung overworks his prostate. Then, suddenly, Taehyung pulls his fingers out, and Seokjin feels his heart begin to even and his lungs begin to properly process the air inside them, thankful for relief.

The lube bottle opens, squirts, and closes once more, then Taehyung's cock is lined up with Seokjin's ass before pressing deep inside in one swift thrust. Seokjin gags on Jungkook's length as the air is ripped from his chest, and Jungkook lifts Seokjin's head off of him as he adjusts to being fucked, once more.

Taehyung's cock isn't quite as thick as Jungkook's, but the stretch is still overwhelming, and he cries out as Taehyung rocks his hips back and snaps them forward. Then, Taehyung changes his angle and thrusts his tip against his prostate, and Seokjin sees stars, screaming out from the intense sensation. Taehyung fucks Seokjin with practiced strokes, hitting the sensitive spot inside him over and over at a punishing rate, and Jungkook grips onto Seokjin's hair tighter, thrusting back into his mouth as he whimpers before shooting cum straight into Seokjin's throat without warning.

"That's right, swallow Kookie's cum while I use your tight little hole," Taehyung spits, making Seokjin whine.

Jungkook's release tastes tangy and a little sweet, and Seokjin happily swallows, milking Jungkook empty. When Jungkook pulls himself from Seokjin's mouth, he swallows the rest of Jungkook's cum and cries out from the feeling of Taehyung punishing his prostate. With Jungkook out of the way, Taehyung snaps his hips harder and faster, making Seokjin scream.

"Baby, please," Seokjin screams, gripping his pillow with both hands, still not overstimulated enough to use his safe word. "It's too much, it's too much!"

Taehyung slaps Seokjin's ass so hard it stings, making Seokjin yelp. His legs tremble beneath him.

"Daddy can't handle my useless little cock?" Taehyung teases.

Jungkook leaves Seokjin's side, and Seokjin doesn't have the energy to find out where he is going. Taehyung's punishing cock has another orgasm ripping through Seokjin at an alarming pace, and all he can focus on is not having a heart attack—not that he could stop his heart from exploding if it wanted to, but he attempts to breathe in a measured, steady way, all things considered.

Seokjin cums hard, screaming and shaking and doing his best to keep his legs from collapsing once more. It is as if he has been pulled down by an undertow, and his lungs have filled with water; he is so fucking overstimulated he worries he might actually die.

Taehyung adjusts his position, and suddenly, Seokjin's face is being pressed down into the mattress hard. He can't see what is on his temple, but judging by the size of it, he guesses it's Taehyung's foot.

"You're lucky I don't fucking break you in half after the way you treated me," Taehyung spits angrily. The tone of Taehyung's voice actually makes fear bubble around Seokjin's guts, but the feeling of being fucked so hard takes precedence, and all he can do is whimper and moan as Taehyung uses him.

He knows that, at any point, he could tell Taehyung that he is red and that Taehyung would stop, and he does not want that. He wants Taehyung to take his aggression out on him; he deserves it.

"You ignored my texts all weekend, you fucking asshole," Taehyung goes on. Seokjin squeezes his eyes shut, and his cock begins to grow hard once more. The idea of having to cum again almost scares him more than Taehyung's anger—he worries it'll come out dry at this rate.

"S-sorry," Seokjin mutters, and Taehyung presses his foot harder into his face.

"I didn't fucking ask you, did I?"

Seokjin has never been hate fucked before, but it feels incredible, and he hopes Taehyung can last a lot longer. Something about being completely physically incapacitated and degraded in this way excites him more than he would care to admit. He almost wishes Taehyung would hurt him more. Maybe he can push Taehyung to strike him.

"N-no but I am," Seokjin mutters.

Taehyung removes his foot from Seokjin's head, much to his chagrin, and pulls his cock out, throwing Seokjin by the hips into the bed. "Roll over," Taehyung commands, and Seokjin complies, haphazardly twisting his body, further tangling the restraints above his head. Taehyung lifts Seokjin's legs, wrapping an arm around them and slamming his cock back into Seokjin's aching hole, causing him to scream from the sudden rough intrusion.

Then, Taehyung leans forward, pressing a hand over Seokjin's mouth. With Taehyung's weight leaning into his hand, this actually hurts. Taehyung fucks Seokjin hard, eyebrows knitted, and his eyes full of fury, and it feels fucking incredible. Seokjin screams and moans, struggling to keep his eyes open, allowing them to flutter shut. Taehyung's hand lifts from Seokjin's mouth and slaps him across the face.

"Eyes on me, daddy," Taehyung commands.

Seokjin does his best to keep his eyes open, but the pain mixed with pleasure is too much. He is so overstimulated and sensitive, he can feel tears fall from his eyes. Taehyung leans once more to hold his hand over Seokjin's mouth, and the angle turns Seokjin into a mess of moans, whimpers, and tears. Everything is too much, and it hurts so badly and feels so, so good.

Jungkook comes into view, crawling onto the bed. His cock is hard and hangs heavy against his tummy, and Seokjin can't tear his eyes away. Although Taehyung is angry and trying to hurt him, he can't believe how lucky he is to have both of them.

"You're gonna cum again and then swallow Taehyung's load when he's done," Jungkook commands. He reaches up, over Seokjin's head, and begins to undo the binds that hold him—Seokjin is surprised to hear it was velcro keeping him in place all along. Once his hands are free, Jungkook straightens his arms out before pinning him down.

"You're not free yet," Jungkook says with a smirk.

Being held down by Jungkook while Taehyung fucks him is easily one of the best things Seokjin thinks has ever happened in his life. Sure, he was a great student who always impressed his professors and his parents, and he landed his dream job pretty easily, but those things feel useless next to this.

His jaw was already sore from sucking Jungkook's thick fucking cock, and now it hurts from Taehyung pressing into it so hard, and Seokjin can't think of a better position to be in; he is already planning what kind of cake to bake for them as a way to say thank you.

Taehyung moves his hand from Seokjin's mouth and squeezes his throat, and Seokjin sees stars. Everything in the room becomes hazy and distant, and Seokjin feels his orgasm rush over him, building much faster than it had been before. Seokjin whimpers and moans and tries desperately to keep his eyes on Taehyung, and when he cum, he screams. It hurts, and it feels amazing, and he is instantly so overstimulated that his body begins to tremble, or rather, convulse.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so hard," Taehyung whines and lets go of Seokjin's throat, pulling out of his ass and dropping Seokjin's legs around him. Jungkook releases Seokjin's arms and pulls him by the shoulders to sit up, which Seokjin struggles to do.

"Open," Jungkook commands, pulling Seokjin's arms behind his back to hold him in place, and Seokjin does as he is told, opening his mouth and holding his tongue out flat.

Taehyung moans and whines as he strokes his cock, spraying his release onto Seokjin's lips and tongue. Seokjin wants to suck Taehyung's cock and angles his head forward as if to ask for it, and Taehyung shoves it into Seokjin's mouth with a low groan, pushing the cum into his throat.

Seokjin swirls his tongue and eagerly swallows Taehyung, milking him of every drop he can get. When Taehyung pulls his cock out, Seokjin mutters, "Thank you, baby," with a smile.

Taehyung sits back with a sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. He is covered in a sheen of sweat and looks breathtaking. Jungkook releases Seokjin's arms and also sits back, and his cock is still so hard, Seokjin considers begging to let him suck it again. First, though, Seokjin wants to attempt to make things right with Taehyung and opens his arms. Taehyung squints and cocks his head.

"Not fucking hugging you," he mutters under his breath.

"Baby, please, I want to apologize for hurting you."

"Why?" Taehyung asks. "It was literally your plan from the beginning to hurt me, so why bother?"

Seokjin sighs. "I know, but then I fell for you, and now I feel terrible."

Taehyung's eyes widen. "You f—what?"

"I feel awful for lying to both of you; you've both been amazing to me, and I have such strong feelings for you," Seokjin confesses, looking between a bewildered Taehyung and an equally bewildered Jungkook. "I know I don't deserve either of you, but I'd treat you both so good if you'd let me. I don't even care that you lied to me, too. It's kind of poetic, to be honest, how everything fell together."

Silence hangs over them, and Seokjin slowly drops his arms; they are too tired to hold up if Taehyung won't accept his hug. He doesn't feel discouraged, and he waits patiently for a response.

"I'm still gonna fuck other people," Taehyung finally mutters.

"That's fine."

"I want to properly date you," Jungkook says. "And also fuck Taehyung."

"That's also fine."

Taehyung crashes into Seokjin, wrapping his arms around his neck. He lets out a deep, exasperated sigh, and Seokjin holds Taehyung tightly.

"I felt like I was falling through a never ending abyss. Sinking and sinking and crying until I was out of breath. I needed to talk to you, and you weren't there for me. I hated you so much, Jin-hyung."

"I'm so sorry, Taehyung," Seokjin responds, running a hand over Taehyung's hair.

"I don't forgive you."

"That's okay, baby, you can hate fuck me into oblivion for as long as you need."

"I want to hurt you the way you hurt me."

"Hurt me worse, baby. I can take it."

Jungkook sighs, "Alright, are you done yet? I wanna fuck Taehyung."

The impatience in Jungkook's voice makes Seokjin chuckle. "Can I help?"

"Only if you make me a bubble bath when we're done and you let me stay the night, and Jungkook stays too," Taehyung whines into Seokjin's neck.

"Of course, baby, anything for you."

Taehyung releases Seokjin from his hug and shoves him back, hard. Seokjin's back hits the wall, and he winces before sitting forward, taking Taehyung by the throat and slamming him down onto the bed and onto Jungkook's knees. Taehyung groans and hisses and struggles under Seokjin's hold.

"You're gonna fucking pay for that," Seokjin threatens as he squeezes Taehyung's throat.

Jungkook wiggles himself from underneath Taehyung and grabs onto Taehyung's jaw, squeezing hard. It is clear that Taehyung is fighting the urge to smile.

"Gonna fuck you till you cry then hyung's gonna finish you off," Jungkook says, then spits into Taehyung's mouth. "Think you can take two big cocks? Or is that slutty ass already so stretched from use that you won't even feel us?"

"Holy shit, Jungkook," Seokjin mutters admirably. A chill goes down his spine and straight into his dick. "When did you get so fucking filthy?"

"Taehyung told me how much he liked it when you were degrading him," Jungkook smirks. "Didn't you, slut?"

Taehyung whimpers and hums in agreement between squeezed lips.

"I'm not sure I deserve to have both of you in my bed," Seokjin mutters, loosening his grip on Taehyung's throat so the poor boy can breathe.

Jungkook pulls Seokjin into a sloppy heated kiss, still holding onto Taehyung's mouth. "

You don't," Jungkook mutters against his lips. "And if you hurt either of us again, I'll make sure the schoolboard knows you like to fuck students."

Seokjin considers feeling worried, but he knows he is never doing anything again to lose the trust of either one of these boys—not when they make him feel so alive, even if it is so intense that he also feels like he is drowning.

wow, here we are at the end. i really was not planning on making this one a happy-ish ending until i got there and was like "ugh, no, this is cute," so all of you who were rooting for one, consider yourselves lucky this time.

please let me know what you think! comments and likes and reblogs keep me writing. i am so emotionally attached to this story that it's so bittersweet to see it end.

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