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baby, admit it – day 28

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Kim Taehyung

➵ Prompt: Humiliation    ↪ content: btm!hoseok, name-calling, humiliation kink, stepping on cock

➵ Word Count: 2,822 words

Hoseok was a strong man, mentally and physically. He was pretty reliable around the house, always helping Taehyung to lug around heavy boxes or moving furniture around. His boyfriend loved fawning over his biceps and the magnificent lines of his stomach, even taking it a step further by worshipping them with his tongue when he felt like it. And that was often.

“Babe,” he grunted, rolling over, “can you turn off the alarm for me?”

Taehyung wasn't moving—hell, he didn't even wake up from his sleep. Taehyung always fell into the realm of the dead in the night, never could be moved from his unconscious state. Fuck. Hoseok wanted to smack himself but instead he rolled his boyfriend off the bed.

The resounding thump was loud enough to have Hoseok cackling, clutching his stomach as he turned over to tuck himself back into bed. Sunlight was already streaming through the curtains, bits of day filtering into the dimly lit room. But it was his day off and all he wanted to do was—

“You piece of fucking shit,” Taehyung growled, bouncing on top of him. He nearly did an elbow drop on his chest but Hoseok was quick to dart away with a laugh bubbling from his throat. “You’re such an ass, what kind of boyfriend wakes their beloved one like that?”

“First, you’re an ass for not waking up, and second, I don’t love you that much.”

“Baby, don’t play with me,” Taehyung rasped, a different glint in his irises that had Hoseok clamping his mouth shut. He crawled on top of Hoseok, throwing his long legs on either side of the man and gently, tantalizingly leaning down to press a kiss on his lips. Fuck morning breath. Taehyung always woke up smelling like he had been eating mints in his sleep, fresh and sweet with a little bit of spicy. Something came up his throat and Hoseok wasn’t sure why but Taehyung started to move his hips against Hoseok and all his worries disappeared.

Hoseok flinched, “T-Tae, come on, it’s too early for—”

“Too early for what, babe? Aren’t you always hard for me anyway?” Taehyung grinned, a malicious tinge in the curl of his lips.

“I mean—I, um—” Hoseok stammered. While it was true, he wasn’t going to give in to his fucking boyfriend.

“Strip your boxers off and on your knees,” Taehyung said, sliding off the man easily and cracking his head as he waited. Hoseok knew where this was going, knew that whenever he ventured down this path, he would always end up sobbing with the biggest and most painful boner he would ever experience. So he bit his lip and hesitated.

Wrong move.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest, “Did you hear me?”

“Yes,” he murmured quietly, eyes shying away from the man’s stern gaze.

“Then why aren’t you moving?”

Hoseok wanted to reject him, wanted to challenge him, but at the same time, his entire body was giving him the instinct to obey and be defiled. He conceded to his body every single time. With pursed lips, he quickly shimmied out of his pants, the only thing he had left to cover him, and kneeled on the bed before Taehyung.

“Floor,” Taehyung merely said, pointing to the space on the ground before him.

The elder swallowed his dignity and did as he was told, legs folded and knees planted on the floor. His hands awkwardly placed themselves on his thighs and he certainly didn’t miss how his cock was already hanging half-hard between his legs. Curse his hormones.

“What’s your safe word, babe?”

Hoseok pursed his lips, hiding his smile. Taehyung was always careful, albeit almost too careful at times. “Vagabond.”

“Good,” Taehyung nodded approvingly before crouching down to Hoseok’s level. “Why can’t you be a good little slut for once? Do I need to repeat myself each time?”

He bit on his lip, keeping them sealed because he wasn’t sure whether he should be—

“Christ, again? What did I just say?” Taehyung asked in exasperation, “Do I need to repeat myself, slut?”

“N-no.”

“That’s right, you don’t want me to repeat myself. You’re my little slut, you can’t have be distracted, understand?”

Hoseok nodded solemnly.

“And look at you,” Taehyung scoffed a laugh, “look at that cock of yours. You’re already so hard and we’ve barely done anything. You’re such a fucking slut.”

A small whimper escaped his lips as he felt his cock twitch with his words.

The younger let out a small chuckle, flicking the member. Hoseok flinched away but kept his mouth shut. “So fucking hard for shit like this, you’re so desperate.”

God, he was. His cock was beginning to pulsate with need, begging for attention that Taehyung wasn’t offering him. However, Taehyung quickly rejected that notion when his fingers wrapped around the length, squeezing tight that pulled a squeak out of the elder.

“Such a slut, always so hard and wet, aren’t you? Do you need a plug up your ass so you can always be ready for me?” Taehyung giggled, “We can keep a vibrating one in you, fill your ass up with lube, and whenever I need a good fuck, you just open that cute ass up for me. How does that sound?”

Hoseok gulped the lump in his throat, breath hitching. His cock was aching so goddamn badly and Taehyung only stared at him with lips thinned in disappointment. Hoseok quickly opened his mouth to respond. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, it sounds good,” he uttered honestly.

“Of course it does,” Taehyung smirked, releasing his cock and giving it a light slap. The member bounced against his thigh. “You’re a slut, you would absolutely love that. You could just wait around at home for me like you always do, keep that ass wet and slicked up so I can slide in easy while I eat my dinner.”

Hoseok’s lips quivered, eyes widening. He fucking hated sometimes how quickly he reacted to things, how ridiculously fast Taehyung’s words affected his libido. His chest tightened as the mere image of his being used as nothing more than a toy fueled his increasingly growing desperation for Taehyung’s touch.

Taehyung placed a finger on his chin, tipping his head up so his eyes met his. “Tell me. Would you like that? I can just sit on the couch while you bounce your ass on my cock, get yourself off while fucking your own hand.”

Holy shit. His cock jerked again, becoming more persistent in its demand for more, more, more. “T-Tae, please.”

The younger laughed again, “So cute, so desperate.” His palm pressed down against the round tip, the head angry and throbbing red. Hoseok whined, fingers itching to jerk himself off or push Taehyung down so he could do exactly what Taehyung had imagined for him. He has ridden Taehyung’s cock before and definitely wouldn’t mind doing it again. He didn’t have fucking dancer hips and legs for nothing.

“Taehyung, fuck, plea—aaah, shit.” Hoseok’s voice broke off into a moan when Taehyung began stroking him very slowly, tugging on his cock with merely two fingers and his thumb. Hoseok was a far cry from small size-wise, but even then Taehyung would always find ways to make him feel even more miniscule than he actually was.

“A cock like this—shit, Seok-ah, you’re always so hard, such a filthy slut. Do you jack yourself off to me when I’m not around, hm?” Taehyung questioned, tightening his hold around the man’s cock. Hoseok let out a small whimper, fingers scrambling to pry Taehyung’s hand off of him. Taehyung was jerking him hard and fast, stimulating him at a pace that had him panting into his hand, his body arching forward as he ducked his head into Taehyung’s shoulder.

Hoseok breathed against his neck, hot air kissing his skin as Taehyung continued to work on his cock. “S-shit, Taehyung—hnnng fuck, oh shit, that feels so good.”

Taehyung snorted, turning his face to nip Hoseok’s ear playfully. “You’ve got a dirty mouth on you, babe. Why don’t you tell me? Will you admit to me how you touch yourself to me? You probably can’t go a day without thinking about my cock filling your tight ass.”

It was true. It was fucking true. God, he would jack off to Taehyung whenever he was away for too long or when his hormones went haywire from a stupid, sexual text his boyfriend sent him during work.

“Come on, Seokie, tell me.”

“Yes, fuck, I do alright, I do,” Hoseok admitted, warmth creeping up his cheeks as he squirmed in his position. His thighs were beginning to ache, his legs falling asleep, but everything else was overwhelmed by the fact that Taehyung had his hands on him. That was the only thing running through his mind.

“Tell me, baby, what do you think about?”

This was embarrassing beyond belief. Taehyung knew perfectly well that Hoseok had his share of varied interests in bed and knew that Hoseok hated talking about them because it always ended with Taehyung teasing him. He was doing this on purpose.

“You can’t back out now, babe. Who’s going to get you off? We know the only one who can do that really well is me, no? Or do you want to do it yourself, I can leave you to it—”

Taehyung had just begun to rise from his position when Hoseok’s hand halted his movement, fingers catching the younger’s wrist as he looked at him with an amalgamation of a glare and an expression crying for help. It was desperation mingled with anger, a common emotion when he dealt with Taehyung. “Wait, okay, just fuck—stay.”

Bingo. The younger knew he had succeeded so he didn’t bother to wipe the smug grin off his face as he tilted his head as if awaiting Hoseok’s next move.

“I just—God, I just picture you sometimes, just fingering my ass and—ah shit—fucking me open,” Hoseok muttered.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, unsatisfied. “You think that’s the best you can do? Then do it yourself.”

“N-no,” he stilled Taehyung again, “please just—give me a second. I-I don’t know how to talk about this. Please. Can you please just fuck me, Taehyung? I just really need your cock in me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

The teasing lilt was a blow to his ego as Hoseok’s teeth caught his bottom lip. Taehyung remained silent, anticipating his boyfriend’s words. “I’m—I mean, I like to picture you holding a vibrator, one of those really thick ones the size of your cock or bigger—Christ, and y-you’d use it inside of me, turn it up slow at first.” His breath hiccuped in his throat, words faltering somewhere in the void as Taehyung started moving his hand along his length again, only this time he had his fingers drenched in lube.

Squelch, squelch, squelch. The noises were lewd and sloppy, slow movements generating a slow build of the fire deep inside the pits of his stomach. “Go on,” Taehyung urged.

“I-I’d be on my back because y-you like to see my face when I’m begging you to—goddamn—” he paused to hiss when Taehyung’s finger dug into the slit, pushing down on it as if he was about to open it up with his thumb “—begging you to fuck me with your fat cock, just fuck me so hard until I cry.”

It was Taehyung’s turn to moan at the image now ingrained into his mind. He made a mental note and filed it away for future reference. “You’re doing well, baby, keep going.” Hoseok lit up at the praise, glad that he finally made some progress. “That’s right, you’re a good boy, now come on, tell me more.”

“Mm, you’d just keep fucking the toy into me, keep notching the settings up higher until I’m shaking all over. M-my cock would be leaking so much and y-you’d—oh fuck—that feels so good,” he moaned, dipping his head slightly and jammed his eyes shut. He could come at that moment but he was holding himself back. He wasn’t going to give into the temptation so soon.

“Don’t stop now, Seok,” Taehyung chided, giving his cock a firm squeeze as a warning. “What do I do next?”

Hoseok nodded obediently, his lips parted as short, hitched breaths escaping. “I’m—and you’d tell me to be a good cocksleeve for you, to sit on your dick and ride you.” Hoseok didn’t miss the profanity Taehyung let slip. “I’d—fuck, hnnng—I’d like that so much. I wanna keep your cock warm, Tae, wanna make sure you’re buried snug in my ass.”

“Such a cockslut, Hoseok,” Taehyung cursed under his breath, “you’re so desperate for my cock. If you could sit on it all the time, you probably would. Do you think about it in class too? When the professor is talking up front, do you wish that I was underneath the desk sucking your cock? Or do you picture yourself sitting on my lap, my dick inside you as you try to bounce without getting caught?”

Fuck, fuck. Hoseok released another low groan at the painted image in his mind. The taboo thought of fucking in such a public space, his classmates all around him and his professor just rows away—goddammit. “T-Tae, please, fuck, I need your cock. Need you to fuck me right now.”

Taehyung stood up with such ease and began stripping his pants off. He had done it so smoothly, so teasingly that Hoseok’s mouth watered when he bent down to pull them from his feet. His ass, tanned, gorgeous caramel skin, was in full view. He could basically reach forward and lick a stripe up that to that pretty hole of Taehyung’s.

However, his fantasies were quickly crushed when he felt a pressure against his cock. His gaze dropped to the sudden pang to see Taehyung’s foot there. Oh God, oh shit. Hoseok held in his breath, urging himself not to react to such a demeaning action.

Taehyung pressed down harder, his feet firmly against his cock. It stung a little, but Hoseok’s heart lurched to his throat. “What? Are you getting harder?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow proudly, aware that Hoseok was this close to spilling his load with Taehyung’s foot on his dick.

“N-no—fuck.”

The younger had applied even more weight, Hoseok’s breath switching to a timid squeal. “Are you lying to me?” he laughed, “you think you can hide how big of a boner you have right now? You’re so dirty, Seok-ah. I have my foot on your cock and you’re still popping a hard-on that’s even worse than before.”

“Tae, please,” the elder whispered, desperation clinging to his voice, “please fuck me. I just really need you to fuck me.”

“Then tell me the truth.”

Hoseok kicked away the nauseating feeling inside of him as his gaze wavered ever so slightly. His mind was a muddled mess, his desire overwhelming his senses all too obviously that he could barely see straight anymore. “I like it,” he admitted quietly.

“What was that?”

“I like it,” he said, setting aside his pride, “I like you stepping on my cock, Tae.”

“Why?”

“Because it makes me feel like a needy slut that’s always waiting for you, always needing your cock. I want you to step on me and make me feel like a whore,” Hoseok groaned. Everything he said, despite his innate survival instincts kicking in, was true. Every last bit of it.

Taehyung’s eyes flashed with something dangerous as he smirked in complete self-satisfaction. He walked over to the bed, giving Hoseok a great sight of his ass once again. Hoseok wanted to ask if he could eat him out, could have a taste of that sweetness, but Taehyung was already giving him what he wanted, he couldn’t ask for more. Not then at least. Maybe after. “Get on your feet, let’s see if your exercising can be put to good use. No time to waste, slut, come on.”

He then realized he was still frozen on the floor, his cock dripping with lube. Jostling out of his thoughts and onto his feet, he could feel his legs shake from the actions earlier. He wanted to come so, so badly. His cock was dripping all over the place, so desperate for some relief.

Taehyung grinned at him coyly, “On your knees, baby. I’ll bury my cock in you just the way you want it. Maybe I’ll even step on you some more, get you even harder before I fuck you open.”

“Shit, Taehyung,” Hoseok breathed, cheeks flushed with desire.

“And what will you say if I do that?”

Hoseok smiled earnestly, “Thank you.”

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surprise? – day 12

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Mutant!Jeon Jeongguk x Min Yoongi

➵ Prompt: Tentacles      ↪ content: tentacle handjob and ‘sounding,’ anal, double penetration in one hole

➵ Word Count: 3,639 words

Jeongguk was shy. He was shy when Yoongi first found him, cowering in a corner, drenched in rain and sobbing. He was shy when Yoongi took him home and dried him, fed him warm soup and placed him near the heater. He was shy when he got curious about Yoongi’s line of work, peering over his shoulder curiously. He was even more shy when he had asked Yoongi out for the first time, a blushing, stuttering mess that bloomed warmth in the pit of the elder’s stomach.

However, he never expected Jeongguk to get even shyer. Maybe he should’ve questioned why Jeongguk had been where he had been when Yoongi found him that time, should’ve questioned why he never went looking for his home.

“That’s because I can’t really just,” Jeongguk paused, thinking, “go back.”

“And that’s because you’re… an alien,” Yoongi tested the word. He didn’t like that label, didn’t like identifying his boyfriend as a foreigner in his world, because he wasn’t. Jeongguk fit in fine with the rest of South Korea, integrated perfectly. In all the years, five to be exact, that Yoongi had spent with him, this had been the last thing he had expected as a confession from the boy.

“Not really,” Jeongguk pursed his lips, “I just have sort of a, what do you call it, mutation? I can hide it though, which is something I can’t say for a lot of people I was with.”

Yoongi took a deep breath, “Hide it? What do you mean?”

He bit his bottom lip, bunny teeth peeking out. “Promise me you won’t freak out.”

“Uh,” Yoongi blinked, “no guarantees.”

“Just—I promise I won’t hurt you, I would never do that,” Jeongguk insisted. There was a determined look in his eyes with a flicker of fear. It was as if he was more afraid of Yoongi’s judgment rather than Yoongi attacking him. Yoongi didn’t know what to do at first as the two stood in silence, staring at each other. It wasn’t until he heard the very light sound, like slick sounds and a bit of rustling, that he saw the thing—or rather, things—that appeared from behind the boy.

The things (he wasn’t quite sure what to call them yet) were long and thick, colored an inky shade of purplish black, extending towards him very slowly and cautiously. Yoongi tried not to panic, but they were coming towards him. He took a step back, the things stopped. His eyes moved to Jeongguk whose gaze wavered, the things quickly retracting back.

“No, wait—” he blurted out, Jeongguk freezing with his words. “D-don’t,” he cleared his throat, “don’t pull them back—just, just go slow. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, hyung? I can just—”

“No, it’s fine,” he said, trying to calm his racing heart. This was Jeongguk. The Jeongguk he had spent years raising and loving. Jeongguk would never hurt him.

Jeongguk still looked a bit hesitant but the limbs began drifting towards him again. There were five—no, six. They all differed in sizes, some thicker than others. One of them inched towards Yoongi’s hand first, nudging it. He leapt and it quickly backed away.

“N-no, sorry, I’m—I’m okay,” Yoongi tried to assure himself more than Jeongguk. The younger seemed to control the thing again, moving the blunt tip towards Yoongi’s hand. He tentatively reached up to touch it, surprised by how soft and smooth it felt. The thing seemed to like his hand, nudging into it and seeming to curl in pleasure. “C-can I ask what these are?”

The younger’s expression morphed to one of confusion. “I’m not quite sure myself. They’re sort of like tentacles, they feel like extra limbs and I can control all of them at once.”

“How did this happen?” Yoongi whispered, stroking the tentacle that was still in his hand. The action seemed to calm his boyfriend so he kept doing it.

“It was in a lab. They tried it with a bunch of us—children—and raised us there,” Jeongguk cleared his throat, “then something happened and a handful of us escaped. I made it here, some others—” he stopped, swallowing, and Yoongi offered a sympathetic look. “But yeah, I survived and that’s when you found me.”

Yoongi was silent as he continued to touch the long limb before murmuring, “You were seventeen when I found you, Guk. How long did they keep you there?”

Jeongguk shrugged, “Can’t remember when they brought me in. I don’t like thinking about it.”

The elder pressed his lips together before approaching the boy, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face in his chest. It was ridiculous how fast Jeongguk had grown in his care, how healthy and sturdy he became. Sometimes, Yoongi felt as if he relied on the boy more than Jeongguk did him. Jeongguk returned the embrace and sighed, leading them to the couch and seating the two of them there.

“It’s really fine, hyung, it was a while ago. These—these things don’t hurt, they’re actually pretty helpful, especially when I’ve got that one itchy spot on my back,” Jeongguk chuckled, attempting to lighten the atmosphere. Yoongi gave him a look and he only grinned. “It’s really fine now. I’m okay. I’m safe with you.”

“Still,” Yoongi huffed, “I wish you told me sooner, I can’t believe you hid this from me for five years.”

“I wanted you to like me,” Jeongguk beamed, his face seeming to indicate his comfort with the situation. “I can’t really go out and tell you, hey, hyung, so I’ve got these tentacles, kinda freaky but they’re pretty cool, you know.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the younger, slapping his thigh playfully. “Don’t sass me when I’m trying to lecture you.”

Jeongguk giggled, cuddling closer to the elder and kissing his neck. Yoongi held back a moan when Jeongguk dragged his hot breath up his skin and to the back of his ear, his teeth catching his earlobe and nibbling. “And you know the best part about these, hyung? Do you want to know what I use them for?”

“What?”

“When you’re gone, I fuck myself with them.”

Yoongi’s breath hitched in his throat at the revelation. The image of Jeongguk fucking himself using these tentacles, his ass stuffed with the limb and his mouth full, would be forever imprinted into his brain, scorching like a neon light.

“If you want,” Jeongguk started and Yoongi noticed one of the thinner limbs going to Yoongi’s pants to untie the knot, loosening the sweats and tugging on the waistband. “I can help you too, hyung.”

The two of them had had their fair share of experimentation, switching from time to time and just relishing in whatever pleasure they could get their hands on. But this—this was different. Yoongi’s heart leapt to his throat when the tentacle wrapped around his cock, squeezing ever so lightly. “G-Guk,” Yoongi muttered, “fuck, I—”

Jeongguk grinned, shushing him, “I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise, to thank you for taking care of me all this time.”

Yoongi’s hand stilled the tentacle and him, and it had taken him great restraint. “Don’t do that, don’t do this just because I took care of you because that wasn’t why.”

“I know,” the younger softly said, “and that’s why I want to do this for you, why I love you so much, Yoongi-hyung.”

The shorter boy’s response died in his tongue when Jeongguk began to stroke the length, the thick tendril curling around it and squeezing and moving. It was smooth and soft, avoiding any painful friction.

“Another thing,” Jeongguk giggled as he started to unbutton Yoongi’s shirt, hands and tentacles working together. “They lubricate themselves, so we can save up on lube.”

“Jeongguk!” Yoongi chided, face flushing a deep scarlet.

As if to prove his point, Yoongi felt wetness begin to wrap around his cock and he looked down to see that his cock had been released from the confines of fabric, slick with moisture. The length twisted around, holding onto him tightly and working to stimulate him as much as it could.

Meanwhile, Jeongguk worked on tugging Yoongi to straddle his lap, the elder’s pants forgotten somewhere on the floor so Yoongi’s bare ass was directly atop his thick thighs. He leaned forward to take one of Yoongi’s nipples into his mouth, hot breath fanning across his pale skin. “You’ve got the prettiest skin, you know, hyung,” Jeongguk smiled, teeth grazing over the sensitive peak. One of his tentacles drifted to the other nipple and wrapped around it, secreting the similar, clear liquid to dampen his sensitive bud.

Yoongi let out an involuntary whimper when the tentacle around his cock tightened, running over the leaking tip. “G-Guk,” he whined, “feels so good, hyung feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Jeongguk smiled, seeming a little smug, “maybe we should’ve done this earlier, huh?”

He couldn’t comprehend anymore words when the tentacle kept stroking and tugging on his cock, slowing down then speeding up, tightening and dancing along the length. It seemed to know just how to touch Yoongi to have him gasping and swallowing back his moans. But then again, this was still Jeongguk. His Jeongguk.

Jeongguk’s hand wandered around him, circling his torso before sliding down to cup his ass. His large hands spread his cheeks apart, Yoongi feeling his rim being opened up ever so slightly before being pushed closed again. Jeongguk repeated the motion until Yoongi craved more friction, more contact.

“You’ve got such a nice ass, hyung,” Jeongguk smirked, hand creeping further inwards to the space between his cheeks. He ran his finger lightly over the rim, earning an adorable shiver from his boyfriend. “You like being touched here, love being filled up and stuffed with my big cock.”

“J-Jeongguk,” Yoongi stammered, lips quivering as his pupils dilated. His mouth opened in a small gasp as Jeongguk began prodding at his entrance. The tentacle was still working away at his cock, seeming to suckle and slurp up the thing, while Jeongguk focused his attention on the soft flesh in his hands.

The younger reached for the bottle of lube they kept spare in a drawer in the living room, popping it open as he laid Yoongi down on the couch, pushing his legs up and over his shoulder.  His little friend hadn’t once left Yoongi alone even as they shifted positions, still stroking away and teasing the slit leaking with precome. Jeongguk drizzled a good amount of the liquid onto his fingers, rubbing them together until it warmed before placing them at Yoongi’s entrance. He started to slowly nudge it open, pushing two fingers past the right ring until Yoongi closed his eyes and moaned with the delicious satisfaction. While keeping Yoongi distracted by sliding his digits in and out of the boy’s hole, his tentacle joined Yoongi’s hands above his head, pinning them down so Yoongi was bare for the taking.

What a beautiful sight he was. Pale skin glimmering underneath the room’s fluorescent lights, nipples pink and perky, cock dripping onto his tentacle that hasn’t relented its ministrations. Jeongguk scissored Yoongi open, feeling the tight muscle loosen as he spread the elder’s insides.

“Enough, Guk,” Yoongi grumbled, voice breaking into a hiss when the tentacle around his cock thinned at its end to slide slightly into Yoongi’s opening. “H-holy shit, it can do that?”

Jeongguk wanted to say that it had a mind of its own, but that excuse wouldn’t pass. “Yeah, learned a trick or two,” he grinned shamelessly.

The tentacle had shrunk enough to barely make it into the head of Yoongi’s cock, sliding in and had Yoongi writhing and whining on the couch. He tried to wrangle free but his arms were trapped with the other limbs tying him up. “S-shit,” Yoongi cursed, “fuck—hnng, goddamn, that feels—oh god.”

Jeongguk took advantage of his diverted state to position himself before Yoongi’s gaping hole. He pushed in little by little, observing how every muscle on Yoongi’s face contorted with pleasure with the multiple stimulations done to him. Jeongguk held onto his boyfriend’s hips as he began a slow, rhythmic pace, just enough to give Yoongi the right amount of pleasure to fuel the flame in his gut. It was excruciatingly slow, but the pace complemented the gestures around his cock.

When Jeongguk thrust into him faster, pounding into Yoongi until his body was shifting on the sofa, trembling and shaking with how hard he was moving inside of him, the tentacle around Yoongi seemed to get the cue and slide even deeper inside of him. Tears welled up in Yoongi’s eyes, short, choked gasps clogging in his throat. “Fuck, hyung, you’re so tight, you feel so good,” Jeongguk grunted, words punctuated by every thrust. “Look at your ass stuffed deep with my cock, I’m balls deep inside of you. But that’s not enough for you, is it? You want to be stretched wider, want to be fucked harder?”

“Jeongguk, s-shit, oh my god,” Yoongi groaned, squirming in the tentacles. The one around his cock finally relented and moved back to stroke his cock, expanding again and circling his cock to stop him from coming. “I really wanna come, Guk, please.”

Jeongguk chuckled, sweat dotting his forehead, as he leaned forward to give Yoongi a quick kiss. “You’re so cute, hyung, and as much as I love you, not yet. I’m not even close to being done with you.”

Yoongi let out a frustrated moan, the tension coiling in his stomach tightening around him like thick vines. Jeongguk’s free, eager tentacles went again to toy with his nipples. They thinned enough to curl around the peaks and squeezed, pinching and fondling.

It was too much. There were so many things going on, too many touching him. Yoongi felt his chest tighten up, overwhelmed by the amount of attention. He felt the tears slip down his cheeks and that was when he felt Jeongguk pause—which proved to be even more excruciating. “H-hyung, sorry, are you—”

“I’m fine, fuck, I’m fine,” he snapped, albeit too harshly, but all he wanted to do was come and everything felt so good and he wasn’t sure how the fuck he was supposed to react to his boyfriend having tentacles that were doing wonders for him. He certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Hyung, color—”

“Green,” Yoongi said with no hesitation, “bright, neon fuckin’ green. Keep going.”

Jeongguk let a laugh slip past his lips as he did as he was told, his hips moving again and his tentacles starting to stroke and touch him again. Every inch of Yoongi felt wet and hot at the same time, it was as if he was burning underwater and there was no escape from this delicious, pleasure-filled prison. “Gonna do one last thing, hyung,” Jeongguk muttered.

Then Yoongi felt it—a prodding at his rim. But that wasn’t possible. Jeongguk was already—oh. Oh fuck. “G-Guk, I don’t know if—if I can fit that in.”

“You can, baby,” Jeongguk smiled, cupping his face and kissing him again, “I know you can.” He started licking at Yoongi’s lips, tongue twisting and wrangling against Yoongi’s. It kept him distracted enough for Jeongguk’s tentacle to produce a generous amount of natural lubricant to slowly make its way into the tightness of Yoongi’s tunnel. The younger captured every gasp, whimper, and whine from his boyfriend, comforting him with soothing words through the blinding pain that pierced through him.

“I-I can’t, too big, you’re so big,” Yoongi babbled, lips parting to let out small squeaks.

Jeongguk kissed him again and again, peppered his cheeks and nose with soft, butterfly kisses. “You’re doing so well, hyung. You’re taking both so well.”

And in the midst of the haze of lust, Yoongi felt the fullness. He could feel how he was completely filled out and stretched open, his ass screaming in pain but also delighting in how complete the sensations were. Jeongguk slowly moved himself in and out, timing it perfectly with the tentacle that also pushed its way into the elder. They squeezed in past the tight rim and created a burning friction that brought about a gratification Yoongi had never experienced. The feeling of being absolutely full, filled up and fucked out, was intense.

“Do you want to come, hyung?” Jeongguk panted, his cock throbbing inside his boyfriend.

“Yes, p-please,” Yoongi stumbled over his words, the feeling so mind-blowing.

“Come for me, hyung,” Jeongguk whispered huskily, releasing his tentacle’s grasp from around his cock and pounding into him faster and deeper, finding his prostate again and again with his dick and additional limb.

Yoongi came with stars exploding before his eyes, the galaxies swirling before him as white poured out of his cock in copious amounts onto his stomach. His body quaked with the sheer pressure of his orgasm, mind going completely frazzled with how fucking good everything felt. He could barely comprehend Jeongguk spilling into him, his own come filling Yoongi’s insides and dripping past the thickness of his cock.

Jeongguk’s groan rumbled low in his chest, as Yoongi breathed heavily, drinking in the gorgeous sight of Jeongguk at his peak. He truly was beautiful and Yoongi was fucking blessed to have met him, to have found him that fateful night.

The younger finally slumped forward, pulling out of Yoongi as all energy drained from his body. He puffed out hot hair against Yoongi’s neck, tentacles retracting back inside of him as he wound himself around his boyfriend.

“Guk,” Yoongi grunted, “you’re heavy. Let’s get cleaned up.”

“You didn’t tell me to leave” were the first words out of Jeongguk’s mouth.

His thoughts broke Yoongi’s heart and he instantly held the boy closer to his chest. “Why would I tell you to leave?”

“Thought you’d think it was weird.”

“It is pretty fuckin’ weird,” Yoongi admitted. Jeongguk’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, chin tipping up to look at his boyfriend. “But you’re still Jeongguk and you’re mine and I’m yours. I love you, tentacles and all.”

Jeongguk let out a delighted giggle that put Yoongi’s heart at ease. “Love you so much, hyung. So glad I met you.”

“Me too, Jeonggukie, me too.”

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little pet – day 27

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Kim Taehyung

➵ Prompt: Pet Play ↪ content: bottom!guk, literal pet names, plug, dirty talk, mirror sex

➵ Word Count: 3,350 words

“You want to try what?” Jeongguk asked, his expression giving away the entirety of his stupefied state. Taehyung shifted cutely in front of him that Jeongguk wanted to kiss him and whisk away his worries. But he was buried in his own worries—worries that sourced from the man in front of him who had dropped an interesting request.

“We don’t have to,” Taehyung clarified, “was just an idea.” Jeongguk hated it when Taehyung shrunk into himself, shied away from him and curled smaller. He didn’t like feeling guilty that he had made his boyfriend feel guilty.

Jeongguk licked his lips, “Can you run that idea by me again one more time?”

“You know,” Taehyung shrugged, eyes looking everywhere except at Jeongguk. “I kind of wanna try pet play. With you.”

“And who will be the pet?”

Taehyung’s gaze flickered to meet his, a small smile on his lips and that familiar devious twinkle in his eye. “You.”

Weird. This was weird, right? Jeongguk wasn’t supposed to think that this was fine. But Taehyung looked so hopeful that the thought of it being remotely strange didn’t even cross his mind. “And you want me to be a…”

“Bunny!” he squealed and, fuck, Jeongguk was so whipped. So goddamn whipped you could hear the metaphorical cord striking his ass. Taehyung’s eyes were glittering in excitement.

“Okay, okay, we can try that.”

Then his boyfriend’s eyes widened, turning as big as saucers as he shook his head. “It’s really okay, Guk. It was an idea and we don’t have to try it—”

But Jeongguk was okay with it. He liked bottoming for Taehyung, liked being submissive and compliant in the elder’s hands. He also really liked making Taehyung happy and, if he had to act like a bunny for it, then he sure as hell would do it. Besides, how bad could it be?

—

Jeongguk was whipped. Too fucking whipped. He couldn’t believe that he was actually in this position and that he was enjoying it. He figured this was the aftermath of spending too much time with his boyfriend and his strange kink talks.

“That’s my good bunny,” Taehyung cooed, petting his head from where he sat back on the balls of his feet, knees planted on the floor. He keeled into the elder’s touch, purring pleased with how gentle Taehyung was. “You’re such a good baby, aren’t you? My favorite bunny,” Taehyung giggled.

The sound was music to his ears it put all the Broadway shows he had seen to shame. Jeongguk wiggled closer. Big Mistake. The plug Taehyung had bought for him, one with a tuft of white attached to its end as a makeshift tail, pushed deeper inside of him. Jeongguk bit on his bottom lip, bunny teeth showing as he tried to hold back his sound of pleasure. He could feel the lube beginning to leak past where his hole was stuffed with the plug. Taehyung had fingered him open nicely earlier, preparing him to accept the toy.

Then he had stripped out of his pajamas under Taehyung’s insistence because “what bunny wears clothes, baby?”  On top of that, Taehyung had purchased a pair of white bunny ears to place atop his head, the ear slightly crooked. It was cute. He looked cute, or at least Taehyung thought so and that was the only thought that mattered.

“Tae—”

“Bunnies aren’t supposed to talk,” Taehyung interrupted, a sweet smile on his lips as his hand continued to stroke Jeongguk’s ears—well, “ears” but he still liked Taehyung touching him. There was an underlying threat in his tone that had Jeongguk clamping his lips shut. “My good bunny, you listen so well,” Taehyung praised.

God, this was bad. If Taehyung kept complimenting him, kept talking so gently and nicely to him, he might just come on the spot. His cock was already standing thick and heavy between his legs, curving up and bobbing every time he nudged closer to his boyfriend.

Jeongguk nuzzled his face into Taehyung’s lap, onto his bare skin. He started pressing soft kisses on the insides of his thighs, feeling the soft flesh underneath sink before his lips. Taehyung was so pretty, marks he had left from weeks before had faded into nothing, leaving him with pure, sun-kissed skin.

Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat as Jeongguk worked his way north, kissing and sucking on the supple skin as he moved up. “Such a naughty bunny, teasing me like this,” he breathed through his nose.

The younger smiled delightedly at the adorable way Taehyung kept squirming underneath his touch, how he could feel Taehyung swallowing back his whimpers. Now, Taehyung usually fucked him, but it didn’t mean he always had full control. Jeongguk loved having Taehyung begging for him, begging for his cock, as he rode the boy into the night. “So pretty, hyung, love your body,” Jeongguk murmured softly, stilling when he reached the hem of Taehyung’s boxers.

“Do you want my cock, bunny? Want to have it in your mouth?” Taehyung asked breathlessly, one finger tipping his chin up so Taehyung was looking directly into his eyes. Jeongguk nodded enthusiastically, mouth practically salivating at the thought of having his boyfriend’s weight on his tongue. “Well, you have to be patient for it.”

Jeongguk’s face crumpled, a sour pout gracing his lips. “Want your cock.”

Taehyung’s mouth curled. He tickled Jeongguk’s chin like he would an actual pet, stroking the boy’s cheek lovingly. “You’re a good bunny, aren’t you? You can only have it once you’ve earned it. Can you be a good bunny for me?”  

He didn’t hesitate to agree, eagerly inclining his head in approval.

“Turn around, bunny, let me see your tail.”

Jeongguk scrambled to do so, to have his ass facing Taehyung who was sitting on the couch. Taehyung traced his opening where the toy joined his body, feeling Jeongguk shudder as he pressed his face into the carpet. “T-Tae,” he mumbled quietly.

“You’re so pretty, bunny, such a good pet,” Taehyung smiled, the tip of his finger barely grazing over his stretched rim. He watched in mesmerization as Jeongguk seemed to tighten his ass, sucking the plug in deeper. A moan slipped past Taehyung’s lips as he used his fingers this time to push the plug in further.

The younger jerked forward, a whine pulled from his throat. His cock twitched against his belly, aching and pleading to be touched. But Taehyung only toyed with the plug, pulling it out ever so slightly, watching his opening stretch even more around the bulbous tip. Fuck, fuck. Jeongguk slammed his eyes shut as he immersed himself fully in the sensation. Taehyung had gotten a big one this time, not as big as Taehyung’s cock, but enough to have Jeongguk muffling his voice into his palm.

“Let me hear you, bunny,” Taehyung said with a teasing lilt in his tone. “Don’t hide it from me, bunny. I want to hear you make your cute, little sounds.”

Jeongguk was obedient, removing his hand from his mouth and allowing the noises to escape his throat. Taehyung stroked the tail, which in turn pressed it deeper inside of him. Jeongguk could feel it brushing against his prostate. It rubbed up against the sensitive tissue and, the more it touched it, the more sensitive he became. “T-Tae,” Jeongguk stammered, “please, it feels so good.”

“Does it, bunny? You’re so cute, I bet you’re so hard right now too, aren’t you?”

God, he was. He really fucking was. His cock was throbbing and pulsing, the head red and angry. But he knew he couldn’t touch it, not without Taehyung’s permission.

Taehyung got on the floor next to him, his fingers still tugging and pushing on the toy. Jeongguk was whining and whimpering, so close to thrashing around in a tantrum so Taehyung would give him the attention he needed. He peeked down to Jeongguk’s cock, giggling. “You’re so cute, bunny. You’re so thick and long, look like you’re going to burst any second.”

Jeongguk bit back another moan.

“You’re a filthy bunny, so wet for me. Naughty, naughty bunny,” Taehyung taunted playfully. “You love being like this, don’t you? All ready for me to fuck you, bunny.”

Never in his life would he expect to be so turned on with a literal pet name. Taehyung kept cooing how filthy he was, how much of a dirty slut his bunny was. Bunny, bunny, bunny. Jeongguk felt his stomach twist as pleasure coiled around his lungs and tightened, squeezing the breath from his chest.

“Tell me, bunny, tell me how you feel.”

“I—” he paused “—bunny feels really good.”

Taehyung’s movements halted and Jeongguk chanced a glance over his shoulder to see the elder had his lips parted, pupils dilated. Taehyung tongued his cheek, letting out a labored breath. “T-that’s right, bunny.” This was it.

Jeongguk smirked. He was in control again. Even with fucking bunny ears and a plug in his ass, he could still make Taehyung whimper desperately for him. “B-bunny loves it,” he purposefully stuttered, “bunny loves you toying with my ass. Feels so good and full.”

“Yeah, bunny?” Taehyung’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, his throat suddenly dry. “What do you want, baby?”

He gave his ass a little wiggle, the plush fur inside his ass shaking. He even crinkled his nose for effect and gave Taehyung his best look of longing. “Pretty please, will you fuck bunny?” Taehyung’s breath audibly hiccuped in his throat, his fingers trembling and loosening its hold on the tail. Jeongguk bit on his bottom lip, crawling around so he was facing Taehyung who was planted on his ass, legs spread apart. He inched in between his long legs and offered a sultry look from behind his lashes at Taehyung. “Will you please? Bunny want my ass full of your cock.”

Taehyung couldn’t suppress satisfied groan that bubbled from his mouth. “Fuck yes, bunny, I can give you that. Do you want to ride me or do you want me to fuck you, bunny?”

Jeongguk mulled over it for a second, before grinning up at him adorably. “Want you to fuck me hard and fast from behind. In front of that mirror.” He pointed coyly to the mirror in the corner of the room.

They had bought a body-length mirror to share in the living room from when they moved in together. It was actually for Taehyung to check on his reflection in the morning, make sure that he was dressed right. But they’ve had their fair share of fun with it. Jeongguk especially loved it when Taehyung could see his ass bouncing on the elder’s cock whenever they rechristened the couch.

The elder breathed through his nose to control himself before nodding, gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw as he led Jeongguk there. The younger even had the nerve to crawl ahead, giving his lips a little shimmy as he flashed a dangerous wink his boyfriend’s way. Taehyung laughed, giving him a light slap. “Fuckin’ tease,” he huffed.

Jeongguk giggled. “You love me.”

“I really do,” Taehyung smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss on his lips—one that was sweet and full of yearning, full of affection. He moved behind Jeongguk then, leaning down to peer at the tail again before yanking it out.

The sudden loss inside of him left Jeongguk feeling empty, eliciting a gasp from him. Taehyung observed, entranced, the way the liquid trickled down his thick thighs. He wished he could take a picture of this. He stuck his fingers back into the hole, filling it up temporarily. Jeongguk’s back arched as his lips parted, drawing in a quick breath. Taehyung fucked him loose first with his fingers, feeling the tight tunnel open up as he stretched the boy’s rim open. Jeongguk cried into the floor, groaning at how fucking great Taehyung’s fingers were inside of him.

“That’s my cute, bunny,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, too focused on the fact that Jeongguk was writhing in his hands, ass nudging backwards to push his fingers in deeper into him. “My pretty bunny, you’re so good to me, baby.”

“I’m a good bunny for you,” Jeongguk affirmed in a low moan, “so good for you, hyung.”

Taehyung giggled, patting his ass thoughtfully, “Silly bunny, you’re my pet, but I love you just the same.” Jeongguk whined a little in complaint to the title, but more so because he just needed Taehyung to fill him up and fuck him good.

“Please, please fuck me,” he moaned, fingers twisting together on the carpet. His elbows were beginning to burn with the chaffing against the rough material, but it couldn’t compare to the desperation that tightened around his being like thick, unrelenting tendrils.

“Okay, bunny,” Taehyung nodded. Wetting his lips, Taehyung ripped open a new packet of condom and rolled it on, stretching the elastic over his length. He thanked God the plug and lube had prepared Jeongguk earlier because his patience was wearing thin and all he wanted was to revel in the physical pleasure of burying himself deep inside of his boyfriend.

Jeongguk squirmed again, giving his ass a little shake, “Do your worst.”

Taehyung laughed. That was a challenge if he ever heard one. He positioned himself before Jeongguk’s entrance, preparing to fuck him, but he waited one second then five then ten, until Jeongguk finally opened his mouth in protest, looking over his shoulder. However, Taehyung was faster, thrusting his hips forward and sinking balls deep into the boy. Jeongguk jerked forward with the sheer force of the movement coupled with the element of surprise.

The elder didn’t wait a moment before he was pounding hard and fast into Jeongguk, his hands bruising the bunny’s hips as his fingers dug into the soft skin. His cock burned with determination and a gratification that felt like molten lava soaking his entire body. Jeongguk’s tunnel was hot and wet, allowing him to fit snugly in as the younger clenched around him with every gasp. Every pulse of his ass seemed to send a new round of jolts through Taehyung, squeezing the pleasure out of him as he continued to move his hips into the boy.

“Fuck, bunny, you’re so tight, got such a nice ass for me,” Taehyung grunted, low moans slipping past his lips. “Look at this ass, wet and dripping, always so ready to be fucked. You’re such a filthy little bunny, aren’t you? You love getting your ass wrecked like this.”

Jeongguk panted heavily, his chest heaving in need of clean air. But everything had began to smell like sex, feel like sex, sound like sex. The overwhelming stimulation in his ass was driving him over the edge, his entire consciousness taken over by everything around him. The sound of skin against skin, Taehyung’s hips smacking against his own, sloppy, slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of Jeongguk’s wet hole, Taehyung’s murmurs of encouragement for his little bunny.

The younger looked up at the mirror, watching Taehyung as he persisted hard and fast in his thrusts. The man’s brows were furrowed in concentration, but his expression was one of pure bliss sinking into his bones. With his lips parted and eyes glazed over, Taehyung looked absolutely magnificent. Jeongguk didn’t give a damn that Taehyung was nearly fully dressed. He was still fucking into Jeongguk six ways from Sunday.

“Do you like this, bunny? Do you like getting your ass split open by a cock? You’re such a dirty little slut, always so naughty for me,” Taehyung chuckled darkly, a hint of maliciousness laced in his voice. When Jeongguk didn’t—couldn’t respond, too caught up in the pleasure, Taehyung brought his hand down on his ass, just hard enough to have it sting. “Tell me, bunny.”

Jeongguk lurched forward with a satisfied groan. “B-bunny loves it. Bunny loves your filthy cock fucking me.”

“That’s my good boy,” Taehyung grunted, “your cock is leaking all over the place. You’re always making a mess, bunny. Such a naughty thing, you like being treated like this, don’t you, my pet?”

He did. God, he fucking did. He never knew how hot this would be but Taehyung continued to surprise him. “Y-yes, I’m s-sorry for making a mess—hnng aah, love your hot cock in me.”

“Fuck yes,” Taehyung hissed and Jeongguk watched the elder’s eyes widen in a desperate glare, an indication that he was getting closer to his peak. “Do you want to come, bunny? You’re dripping all over, why don’t you make a bigger mess, hm? Make—aah, fuck—a mess on the floor with your come. Do you want that?”

“Yes, yes,” Jeongguk repeated, “I want that so badly. P-please, please let me come.” His cock was throbbing and hanging hard between his legs, weighing heavy as it dangled and thinly scraped against the floor.

“Then come, bunny, go on,” Taehyung instructed, “come like the dirty bunny that you are. You’re a fucking filthy pet, such a little cockslut.”

Jeongguk couldn’t drag his eyes away from Taehyung whose face held a sneer that had his cock twitching even more, had his cock throbbing painfully. With Taehyung’s permission, he leaned his forehead against the floor and came with a long, throaty groan. His cock convulsed as it poured out white liquid all over the floor, creating a messy pool that the tip of his cock touched when he slumped against the floor.

God, his muscles were aching and the utter contentment that filled him was nearly instant. However, he wasn’t done yet, not until his boyfriend came along with him. “F-fuck me harder, Tae, fuck me until you come.”

His ass felt raw and sensitive, overstimulated by everything Taehyung had done so far, but he would be damned if he left Taehyung hanging. He nudged his ass back as if to spur the elder on, and that action seemed to work when Taehyung’s eyes flared with renewed vigor. He nodded promptly, gritting his teeth as he chased after his own orgasm. His thrusts became faster, harder, hitting deep inside of him each time. Jeongguk sobbed against the floor from how tender he felt, but it felt so, so fucking good to be fucked like this even when his cock was quickly softening.

Taehyung was already so close. So, so close. His tongue peeked out from between his lips as he continued to jut his hips forward over again, burying his cock into his boyfriend, his little pet. God, the idea of Jeongguk as a bunny was still fucking with him. Not to mention, the boy looked like a whole meal with the ears still neatly tucked on his head and his face puffy red with undisguised, unmistakeable pleasure. The sight of Jeongguk looking so fucked out seemed to be the driving force, the last push before his libido was tipped over the end and he came in warm spurts that filled up the latex layer around his cock.

His orgasm crashed over him in waves, rolling over him and knocking the breath right out of his lungs. He squeezed his eyes shut as he focused on the extreme high he got from the climax, letting himself come and come and come until he could feel himself weakening inside of Jeongguk.

When the high finally began to fade, Taehyung quickly tugged a weak-in-the-knees Jeongguk into the shower. He prepared a warm bath and guided his boyfriend in. Jeongguk hissed at the sting of the heat but was thankful for the relief it provided. Taehyung leaned forward by the tub, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“How are you feeling?” Taehyung whispered, touching his forehead against his boyfriend’s.

Jeongguk beamed brightly, tired eyes beginning to droop. “Like I’m on cloud nine.”

Taehyung giggled, bumping their noses together. “You’re so cute, Guk-ah,” he grinned.

The younger tilted his chin up so he could kiss Taehyung again. “Love you so much, Tae.”

“Love you too, baby bun.”

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sweet dreams – day 22

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Jung Hoseok

➵ Prompt: Somnophilia     ↪ content: thigh fucking, blowjob, consensual somnophilia

➵ Word Count: 2,801 words

Hoseok was a restless sleeper to say the least. The boy tended to twist and turn in bed until he found the perfect position, would talk at times in his sleep and wiggle around until he settled down. Yoongi had been on the receiving ends of his sleep karate kicks, flopping onto the floor whenever the younger got too aggressive in bed—and not in the good way.

Of course, the suffering didn’t end there. Because what better way to leave Yoongi stressed out of his rational mind in the early hours of dawn than with a raging boner that his lovely boyfriend gave him when the asshole was asleep?

This didn’t only happen once—no. If it had only happened once, Yoongi could’ve quickly jerked it in the shower and get it over with. But Yoongi was beginning to see a pattern whenever he woke up to pitch darkness and his cock twitching because Hoseok was whimpering close to him, his own crotch rubbing up against Yoongi’s thigh.

The next morning, when Yoongi would greet him bitterly, Hoseok would guiltily realize what he had done. Again. “I’m sorry, hyung,” he said sheepishly, ducking his head. This in turn filled Yoongi with his own share of remorse. He knew Hoseok didn’t mean to do it, he just did.

“It’s alright, Seok-ah, it’s not your fault.”

Hoseok’s face flushed a shade of scarlet that had Yoongi’s lips twitching in amusement. “It is though!” he paused, clearing his throat, “I know it’s hard on you so I was wondering if you… wanted to take advantage of it.”

Take advantage. Yoongi tilted his head in confusion with his words. “What do you mean?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Maybe he wasn’t awake yet, maybe that was why he figured Hoseok was actually asking him to take advantage of him sl—

“Like my sleeping, take advantage of it. You can do whatever,” Hoseok uttered with a shrug as if he hadn’t just dropped a mind-blowing proposition in his boyfriend’s lap.

Yoongi choked on his coffee, sputtering a little bit with watery eyes as he tried to process what in the world Hoseok was saying. “Y-you want me to take advantage of you when you’re sleeping? What the fuck?”

Hoseok bit his bottom lip, looking a little shy then. “Yeah, I think it’s kinda hot. I mean, that’s if you want to, of course. We can set boundaries and shit and—”

“Seok-ah,” Yoongi started and he could practically see Hoseok’s mood falling, like puppy ears drooping. “Look, it’s not your fault. It’s not like you purposely rile me up in the middle of the night. I’m fine, I can handle it. Don’t feel guilty—”

“It’s not about guilt,” Hoseok quickly defended, “I promise it’s not about guilt.”

“Then, why?” Yoongi couldn’t help his curiosity but it boggled his mind why Hoseok would even offer to do such a thing. It seemed like such a strange concept. Though the idea did stir up something inside of him, he certainly wasn’t going to make his boyfriend feel uncomfortable because of it.

Hoseok cleared his throat, holding onto his mug tightly, “Um, I’ve been thinking about it. I know I act up a lot in my sleep, but if you sort of use me, you know, I find it kind of, I don’t know, hot?” The bashful smile on Hoseok’s lips was enough to have Yoongi’s heart fluttering in his chest. This man was really like no other. “Just stick to like the usual stuff, I don’t mind—I kinda wanna try it honestly.”

“So you want me to mess around with you when you’re sleeping?” Yoongi asked again, his tone giving away hints of his incredulity.

Just like that, Hoseok seemed to deflate, the light disappearing from his eyes. “Forget it, it’s stupid,” he coughed, “I’m just going—”

“N-no,” Yoongi swiftly stopped him, blocking his way. “That’s not what I meant. I just want to make sure I’m not misunderstanding you in any way. I love you—” Hoseok’s face softened “—and I want to make you happy but I want to make sure that you’re okay with this.”

“Yeah, I’m cool with it. I don’t usually remember things the next morning but if you tell me, that’ll be good jack off material.” His grin was absolutely blinding and unapologetic, this was the Hoseok he knew.

Yoongi nodded slowly, still trying to balance his emotions between wow-this-is-interesting and holy-fuck-is-this-really-happening. "So what are you thinking? What do you want me to do?"

Hoseok nibbled his lip again, thinking deeply. "I-I think I want you to have free reign. Do whatever you want." Yoongi frowned at that. "Obviously nothing too intense, like I don't want to wake up tied up on some BDSM table or anything," he laughed, "but I don't mind if you touch me and, you know, mess with my cock."

It was cute seeing his boyfriend who naturally exuded so much confidence get flustered. He stepped up next to the man, sliding an arm around his waist. Hoseok instinctively leaned in, dipping his nose in Yoongi's soft hair. "I'll do my best then. I'm hoping you wake up though at least halfway through just so you can enjoy it as much as I will."

"You kinky fuck," Hoseok smirked.

"You suggested it!"

--

That night, Yoongi had awoken to the sound of rustling sheets once again and the feel of a blistering heat pressed up against him. Hoseok was the type of sleeper who would kick the blanket off the bed some time during the night, leaving him exposed in his unsexiest pair of cartoon boxers and a t-shirt. Hoseok turned again, this time with his back facing Yoongi as his hand reached out, seeming to seek for some form of contact.

This was it. He was really doing this.

Yoongi sidled up behind the man, his front against Hoseok's back. Hoseok's movements stilled for a little while, his breathing calming. However, this peace didn't last long because, before he knew it, Hoseok was bumping his ass back. He kept shifting and pushing, the soft hardness of his behind against Yoongi's growing bulge. The elder swallowed back his moans while Hoseok, in his state of mindlessness, didn't even attempt to hide his little whines.

"Holy shit," Yoongi moaned quietly when Hoseok began to rhythmically and systematically move his ass back, grinding against the boner Yoongi was trying hard to suppress in his own pair of briefs.

But it felt so good. The fact that Hoseok was completely unaware of his actions had his heartbeat quickening, amplifying whatever pleasure he had felt towards the situation. The plushness kept pushing up against him, rubbing him in all the right ways until Yoongi's hands was finding purchase on the boy's hips. He tugged Hoseok back a little as he began to move his own hips, shifting it forward slowly and dragged his covered cock along the crack.

The friction felt so fucking amazing. Although he and Hoseok had messed around like this before, this was different. Yoongi had complete control over the situation, drank in every whine that left Hoseok's lips. He could feel his dick getting harder in his pants with every grind.

"H-hyung," Hoseok cried quietly. Yoongi froze. For a second, he thought Hoseok had woken up but the return of his evened breathing indicated otherwise. Yoongi's heart had stopped for a beat before he let out a small exhale.

"That's right, Seok," Yoongi muttered quietly, his lips touching the back of his boyfriend's neck before moving around it, nibbling and biting.

Hoseok was so pliant in his arms, so submissive. "Hnng, hyung, f-fuck—feels good, feels so good," he moaned, moving himself back again to meet Yoongi's cock. This was perhaps a time to be thankful for Hoseok's tendency to sleep talk, his mumblings proving to fuel the fire igniting in Yoongi's body.

"Such a good boy for me," Yoongi growled, digging his fingers deeper into his boyfriend's hip. Hoseok released small whimpers of need, each sound getting more desperate by the second as Yoongi moved to grind his cock against Hoseok.

Yoongi couldn't handle the burning anymore. Everything felt warm and humid, his skin with flames licking up his body. He eased out of his briefs, leaving him in a thin shirt and his cock hanging hard in his hand. He rubbed the tip on the line he could trace between the mounds of Hoseok's butt. Precome collected at the tip and he could see the traces of white it left along the dark fabric of his boyfriend's shorts.

"You're so pretty," Yoongi murmured, dragging his cock along his boyfriend's mounds. His heart thundered his chest as he shifted slightly downwards, moving his member to Hoseok's thighs. His legs looked creamy and thick, the space tantalizing. Yoongi grabbed his lube from the drawer and slicked up his length nice and wet, watching it glisten underneath the room's dim lighting. He stroked his cock, getting it to its full hardness before slowly sliding them in between his boyfriend's thighs.

God, it was incredible. The heat that engulfed his dick, covered it from the sensitive tip down to the weight of his balls. Hoseok's thighs were made to be fucked. Yoongi began to slide in and out, pulling it back only to shove it back in and let out a low moan from the rumble of his belly. The sensations had him gasping as he closed his eyes, imagining that this was Hoseok being his needy little boyfriend.

Hoseok himself had said he liked being used and the idea that Hoseok was completely open for the taking, even when he was unconscious, was a concept Yoongi never expected to turn him on. He worked his cock in between the meaty thighs over again, squeezing it past the tight space. "Hoseok, Hoseok," he groaned the boy's name quietly, "you feel so perfect, baby, so nice and tight for me. Fuck, if only you were awake for this, see how well I'm using you as my little fuck toy."

As if he heard the filthy coaxing from Yoongi's lips, Hoseok whimpered, nudging his ass back again to meet Yoongi's hips. Fuck. "Mmph, Yoongi-hyung, fuck me so good," Hoseok mewled, his ass bumping against Yoongi's stomach, "'m feelin' so good, so hot."

"You're right, baby," Yoongi responded quietly, slowly tugging his boyfriend's shirt over his head and casting it aside. Hoseok gave a little shiver as the cool air kissed his skin, but Yoongi was quick to press flush against him, his warmth radiating heat to keep the boy comfortable. "You're so hot, Hoseok, so fucking good for me. Look at your thick thighs, so good for fucking," Yoongi muttered, "so fucking pretty too. You'd look even prettier with my come all over your thighs."

"Hyung," Hoseok sounded again, his voice giving away his dripping need. With trembling fingers, he slowly worked Hoseok's boxers off, reluctantly removing himself temporarily from his boyfriend's heat. Yoongi took Hoseok's cock and stroked it in his hand in tempo with his movements to fuck his boyfriend's thighs. It felt so good to imagine this, to imagine how tight Hoseok's ass would feel, how hard Hoseok's thighs were. "Mmm—haa, feels so great, love your cock so much." His words edged Yoongi closer to his climax. Yoongi could practically taste the desperation for that peak on his tongue, beading sweat upon his skin as he squeezed his fingers around Hoseok's cock, drawing a pitiful whimper.

He continued to slip in between his thighs, fucking it harder and faster until the friction burned liquid desire in his cock. He could feel it coming, feel his stomach twisting up in bunches—God, he was so close. He thrusted into the space, feeling it tighten around him as Hoseok seemed to respond, hardening his muscles to squeeze Yoongi's cock.

"Love you, hyungie, love you so much, Yoongi-hyung," Hoseok murmured. That seemed to be the last string to break because Yoongi was then spilling, his cock twitching to messily pour out white strings all over his boyfriend's thighs and on his sheets. He forced himself to keep pushing between the boy's thighs, milking his orgasm for what it's worth.

"S-shit, so good, fuck—Hoseok, fucking love you, goddamn—hnnng fuck me." A slew of curses strung past his lips as he huffed, chest heaving with the sheer pressure of his climax. "Holy shit," he breathed and closed his eyes, relishing in the pleasure.

He barely had two seconds to breathe, to immerse himself in the fact that he just fucked the thighs of his still asleep boyfriend, before Hoseok was whining again. This time, he rolled over to his back, whining as he lifted his hips. His cock stood rod straight, fucking the air and seeking friction. Hoseok was still out cold, the frown marring his beautiful face had something rousing inside of Yoongi again.

Crawling shakily to his hands and knees, he moved to straddle Hoseok's legs and leaned down to nose the base of his boyfriend's cock. Juices were beginning to leak out of the head, dribbling down and exuding a scent that was so uniquely Hoseok and masculine. "Smell so good, Seok-ah," Yoongi groaned, sensing his cock twitching again. He mouthed hungrily at the length, licking up whatever liquid had dribbled down the shaft. His tongue dragged up along the length, picking up that little droplet and tasting the tanginess.

His lips wrapped around the throbbing head before he dipped his head down and took him deep into his mouth. Hoseok let out a delighted moan that propelled Yoongi forward, motivating him to take Hoseok into his throat, his cock filling up the hollows of his cheeks. He slurped up the cock, lewd sounds from where his lips stroked against the length. He lapped up all the precome that escaped, drinking in every bit of pleasure that Hoseok let out.

"Fuck, hyung, shit," Hoseok groaned. His voice was a little different this time as he buried his hand in Yoongi's thick locks. "Shit, that feels so good." There was a grogginess to his voice, sleep still weighing in heavy in his tone. Yoongi glanced up, not once releasing Hoseok from his mouth as he bobbed his head down on him. Hoseok had peeked his eyes open, eyelids still heavy with slumber but he willed himself to stay awake to enjoy the sight of his boyfriend taking his cock ravenously.

Yoongi stroked what he couldn't swallow into his mouth with his hand, pumping the thick, pulsing meat. Hoseok tossed his head back, unable to hold back his desperate groans. He panted, jerking his hips up to meet Yoongi's mouth.

"Just like that—yeah, fuck, take my cock. Haaah hnng, that feels amazing. God, what a way to wake someone up," Hoseok grunted, his hand pushing Yoongi's head down to suck him harder and deeper into his mouth. "My thighs feel all sticky too, what have you been doing with me, hyung?"

The elder smirked up at him, releasing his cock with a small pop. The cool air really was a slap in the face to his boner and Hoseok moaned in complaint, nudging his hips up for more. "Fucking your thighs," Yoongi answered simply before stuffing his mouth full of Hoseok's cock again.

His tongue ran around the tip, circling it like a prey before pressing down on the slit. A dot of precome oozed from it but Yoongi was quick to catch it in his mouth, emptying out his cheeks to suck Hoseok harder. It wasn't long before Hoseok was shooting his load down Yoongi's throat as the elder continued to drink him dry, ducking his head down to take Hoseok's oversensitized cock deeper. Hoseok's legs stuttered as his lips quivered with the force of his orgasm.

"God, that was so good. Wow, fuck, you should wake me up like that all the time. Ten out of ten will get out of bed," Hoseok grinned, tugging Yoongi up to smack a wet kiss on his mouth. Hoseok could taste himself on Yoongi's lips but he couldn't give less of a fuck when Yoongi's pink, flushed cheeks graced his expression.

"I can work with that considering you never wake up when I tell you to anyway," Yoongi grumbled, swatting the younger's chest affectionately.

"So, how was it?" Hoseok asked curiously, his eyes sparkling with interest. "Touching me when I was asleep."

Yoongi cleared his throat, feigning nonchalance, "It was alright. Not that bad."

"Fucking liar," Hoseok cackled, "my thighs feel all gross, you came all over me, didn't you?"

A glare was the only response he received and the only one he needed. It seemed like this wouldn't be the last time they would be doing this.

[storytaeme]

worth it – day 23

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin

➵ Prompt: Prostitute/Sex Work    ↪ content: rimming, fingering, anal sex, very soft prostitution theme

➵ Word Count: 3,706 words

Being the busy man that he was, Namjoon barely had any time to spare for romantic endeavors. Quick fucks were done on times when he so desperately needed a release, but otherwise, he preferred to remain on his own and focus on work. His friends, of course, were unaccepting of this.

“Hoseok, listen,” Namjoon started, pressing his fingers against his temple, “I don’t have time for celebrations—”

“It’s your thirtieth birthday, Joon!” Hoseok chided, harrumphing in disapproval. “We’ve got to celebrate.”

Namjoon gave him a look, “There really is nothing to celebrate when it’s just another day of me getting closer to my golden age.”

“Even I’m with Hoseok on this one,” Yoongi shrugged, “think it’d be nice to take a breather from the office. It looks like you’ve been living and breathing here, kinda gross.”

So Namjoon had been cooped up in his office for about two weeks now. It wasn’t as if he did it on purpose, he just got carried away whenever he was in the zone. Being in the zone meant that he tired out quickly and ended up crashing on his table before his secretary woke him up for the next day. Then it was a repeat of the cycle.

“Come on, dinner and then a few drinks at a bar, what do you say?” Hoseok asked, this time his eyes glimmering with so much hope that Namjoon would be plagued with eternal guilt if he were to refuse.

“Fuck, fine. I can work with that,” Namjoon grumbled, “no singing or surprises though.”

Hoseok grinned, “No singing guaranteed, surprises to be determined.”

“You’re an asshole.”

—

Namjoon lugged Hoseok by the shoulders as Yoongi wrapped an arm around the boy’s waist. This was fucking ridiculous. He was thirty, he shouldn’t be babysitting his drunk friend on his birthday. “Never again,” he growled, tossing a glare over Hoseok’s tilted back head to Yoongi. Hoseok was incredibly intoxicated, cackling all the way while dropping dad jokes he had apparently picked up from his coworker.

“Hey, hey, Joonie, guess what—”

“No more, Hoseok, please,” Namjoon huffed, his patience wearing thin.

“No, no, you’ll love this,” Hoseok insisted, flailing his arm off Yoongi to swat Namjoon’s chest.

Next to him, Yoongi visibly paled, “Hoseok, don’t tell me you—”

“That’s right!” Hoseok exclaimed, making ringing noises. “I got you a surprise.” Namjoon was already concerned enough as was with Hoseok’s state of mind, but couple that with the look of incredulity of Yoongi’s face, he knew this wasn’t a good sign.

Namjoon eyed him suspiciously as they made their way to the hotel elevators, supposedly making their way to the room Hoseok had booked for them for the night. “What is it?”

“Hoseok, please don’t,” Yoongi sighed, shaking his head, “Ignore him, let’s just crash in our room.”

“No, fuck you, Yoongi! I told you this was a fan-fucking-tastic idea.” Hoseok beamed as he tugged on the lapels of Namjoon’s coat to tug him out of the elevator and down a hallway. He counted past every room happily before stopping and yelling out a “ta-da!”

The only thing Namjoon could do was stare in disbelief at Hoseok who was already leaning against the wall, wailing some exciting tune about sex. What the actual fuck was his friend? "Okay, what is this?"

Yoongi grunted, shouldering past Namjoon to take hold of his other friend by the shoulders. "Listen," he started, looking at Namjoon this time, "I told him it was a bad idea. A really fucking bad idea. But he kept telling me it was cool and he did this without talking to me so I will not be held responsible."

"Don't worry, Joonie, I got you the best of the best," Hoseok giggled, twirling his finger into the air.

"What the hell did you get me?"

"A prostitute."

For a second, Namjoon was stunned into silence, blinking into space as he tried to process the bomb his friend had just dropped on him. "Uh, what?"

"Like a really good one. Top notch guy, gets around with the higher class. If he had a Yelp page, he would get five fucking stars for his blowjob skills alone," Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, but the implications of his words were too obvious to ignore.

"Hoseok, what the fuck?"

"I told you it would be a bad idea!" Yoongi snapped, "Look, you don't have to—"

"Uh, yes he does. That guy costs a lot per hour. I'm giving Namjoon the treat yo' self treatment so, my friend, mi amigo, please. Please make it worth my crying bank account."

Namjoon slapped his forehead and let out a sound of displeasure. "Seok-ah, fuck, just cancel it. I don't want a prostitute."

"He's really good, Joon, like holy fuck. I've seen the guy take dicks and he's just… wow. Goddamn," Hoseok let out a low whistle. "For my sake, please just try it."

"For your sake, you better start running," Namjoon bit back. Instead of whacking Hoseok like he wanted to, Namjoon instead turned to Yoongi, "Take him to a room, yeah? I'll join you guys once I deal with this guy."

Hoseok whined a complaint but Yoongi quickly shut him up with a hand to his mouth. "Got it, I'll text you. Let me know if there are any problems." With that, Yoongi dragged away a kicking and screaming Hoseok all the while bitching in his ear for being fucking stupid.

Namjoon took a deep breath and looked at the key card Hoseok had shoved into his hands. Here goes nothing. He knocked out of politeness, wasn't sure why, but he did it anyway. When a "come in" sounded from the other side of the door, he tapped in and walked down the narrow corridor to—

Holy fucking shit.

"Hey, baby, looking for someone special?" The guy—the goddamn beautiful angel with the softest pink oversized hoodie that looked way too much like Namjoon's to be a coincidence—smiled, his bare legs stretched out across the bed's white sheets.

Holy fucking shit.

"Uh," Namjoon started dumbly, ignoring the sudden appearance of the frog in his throat that was preventing him from saying anything at all really.

"Lost for words, honey?" the guy grinned, which drew Namjoon's gaze to his perfectly plump pink lips. Oh God. He was so fucked. "It's okay, we don't have to talk." It was then he realized the man had gracefully slid off the bed and stood in front of Namjoon. The man was only a couple of centimeters shorter than Namjoon and—wow, his lips looked even softer up close.

"Uh," he said again.

"I thought you were supposed to be the articulate one, that's what I heard at least from your buddy," the guy smiled, a devilish twinkle in his eye, as his hand took hold of his suit to tug him forward.

Namjoon cleared his throat, "I—uh—just yeah—you know."

"I don't know, darling, why don't you tell me your name first."

"Kim, Kim Namjoon."

The guy's eyes danced with mirth, lighting up like fireflies. Namjoon could stare at them all day. "Like Bond, James Bond."

"Nah, just like… Kim Namjoon," he finished lamely.

"Not used to my clients giving me their real names," the guy cocked an eyebrow curiously, "well, to make it fair, I'm Seokjin. It's a pleasure to meet you, Namjoon-ssi."

"Just Namjoon is fine," Namjoon coughed again. What was he here to do again? He wasn't quite sure. His brain was sort of a puddle at the moment and he wasn't sure why he was suddenly feeling chilly—"oh."

Seokjin smiled again, a sweet quirk of his lips that momentarily distracted Namjoon from the task at hand (which was what again?). "Surprised?"

He hadn't even realized how long he had been staring at the man's face until he felt the sudden hit of air conditioning on his exposed chest where his shirt had been unbuttoned. "Yeah, wow, you work fast."

"You charge me a lot by the hour, honey, not sure if you want to waste more time," Seokjin winked. And wow, Namjoon couldn't wink for the life of him but this man made it an art. It was really amazing. Namjoon was mildly impressed.

"Wait, shit," Namjoon halted his hands that had begun to roam all over his body. His front felt like it had been kissed by flames with Seokjin's touch, but he had to do what he had to do. "I came here to tell you that we're canceling. Yeah, canceling." He repeated with more spirit.

Seokjin paused, eyes flicking up almost accusingly at Namjoon. "Canceling," he echoed in question.

"Yeah, it's just my friend thought this was a good idea and I'm sorry you came all the way here, I'll pay you whatever for the hour but I'm sorry." Wow, this apology was coming off ridiculous. How did Namjoon ever win over anyone with his speeches when he couldn't even talk to Seokjin properly? Then again, nobody he ever talked to looked as beautiful as Seokjin.

The removal of his touch from Namjoon's body had Namjoon at a loss, he could feel himself growing disappointed. "I have to say I'm kind of disappointed, Namjoon, I was expecting more from you, especially from what your friend told me."

Namjoon gulped, "What did my friend tell you?"

Seokjin smirked, leaning close to brush his lips along the shell of Namjoon's ear. "That you've got a really nice cock," he said with emphasis on the last word and a grab of Namjoon's crotch.

The other man could only swallow and hold back the electricity that coursed immediately through his veins. Desire seemed to build up at record speed, filling up his body with warmth as blood shot south between his legs. He could feel his dick harden in his pants, begging for attention that Seokjin could give. "Um, I—fuck, I can't really—I don't know, uh."

Real mature, Namjoon.

Seokjin smiled, running open-mouthed kisses from the back of Namjoon's ear where he was so, so sensitive, and down his neck, tongue darting out to drag along the skin. "So was he wrong?"

"I, um, I don't really know—I'm not—oh shit," he mistakenly let a moan escape past his lips when Seokjin sank his teeth down into his shoulder, the pain eliciting a pained but pleasured reaction from him. Seokjin's hands began to move again, touching all over his chest and around, scraping his nails down Namjoon's broad back.

"How about you let me be the judge of that? We don't have to do much, but I can make it worth your time," Seokjin smiled, flipping them around so he could shove the CEO onto his ass on the bed. Namjoon could only flop rather unelegantly, hands planted on the clean sheets as Seokjin stood before him. The man tugged on the collar of the hoodie, closing his eyes as he sniffed it, "Your friend lent this to me. Said it was yours."

Fucking knew it.

"You really do smell this good," Seokjin smiled, "good taste too, especially in men."

Namjoon wanted to say that he hadn't chosen Seokjin but rather Hoseok. However, he wasn't in a place to argue when he literally lost his sense of purpose the second he laid eyes on Seokjin and his creamy thighs.

"Can I eat you out?" Namjoon blurted out.

Seokjin stilled, blinking in surprise. "What?"

"Just—uh, can I eat you out? Like taste your ass? Stick my tongue—"

"I know what eating out is, Namjoon," Seokjin laughed, "just didn't expect you to want to do it for me."

"I mean, I can't see your ass but you look like you have a great one and I kind of want to taste it." He was babbling then, he was definitely babbling and making a fool of himself.

But Seokjin made no comments regarding his incessant rambling, instead smiling softly and nodding. "How do you want me, honey?"

"Hands and knees, I really want to see your ass," Namjoon coughed.

Seokjin nodded and climbed onto the bed. He stood on his knees, hiking Namjoon's hoodie up around his waist to show the pert, cute ass. His skin was so clean and unblemished, free of any markings, free for Namjoon to mark. Namjoon's breath hitched in his throat as the man threw a lascivious, smoldering look over his shoulder before slowly bending down, pressing his face into the sheets.

Oh fuck.

Namjoon could feel his cock stir in his pants at the gorgeous sight. Seokjin really was pretty and he had an even prettier ass. His hole puckered and tight, his balls shaven clean. "Fuck, I forgot to bring, I mean I didn't come—"

A bottle of lube flew over Seokjin's shoulder and landed straight in Namjoon's open hands. "That's what I'm here for," Seokjin winked, "now do your worst, babe."

He was going to die. He was going to die out of sheer bliss from the perfection that was Seokjin. Namjoon could only wordlessly nod as he set aside the bottle for now. Instead, he dipped his head down, running his nose along the soft skin of Seokjin's ass and lowering himself to place soft kisses along Seokjin's thighs. Even his thighs were perfect, such delicate skin where he could plant purple and red blooms with his teeth and lips. He felt Seokjin tremble slightly before him and he continued to teeth at his skin, nibbling and running his hands all over his inner thighs.

Namjoon worked his way up to the man's balls, pushing Seokjin further into the bed so he could reach his mouth onto the man's cock. Taking it in his hand, he felt it pulse a soft shade of red, a quiet plea for attention. Namjoon spit in his hand before stroking the cock again, spreading the slick along the length as his mouth latched onto his balls and sucked.

"Oh God," Seokjin gasped in front of him. Namjoon was pleased and continued his ministrations, taking his balls between his lips and circling his tongue around the soft tissue. Seokjin's legs quivered, threatening to give out as Namjoon did so. He could hear the silent whimpers the man tried to hide but Namjoon drank it all in, appreciated how much Seokjin was reacting to his movements.

"You've got such a pretty ass, baby, got pretty balls too," Namjoon murmured. "Cock feels so hard, are you hard for me already?"

"Got myself pretty excited thinking about you, honey," Seokjin threw right back, not missing a beat.

Namjoon growled, the vibrations shooting energy straight through Seokjin. "Fuck, your balls taste fucking amazing. Your ass is going to be even nicer." Namjoon dragged his tongue all the way up from Seokjin's balls up to the puckered hole before sticking it all the way in. He buried the muscle deep, wiggling it around to stroke at the walls.

Seokjin muffled his cries into the sheets, toes curling in pleasure. "Unnngh, yeah, just like that. Oh it feels so good, your tongue is so wet," he moaned.

The other man grinned proudly but continued to tongue at the rim. He used his hands to spread Seokjin's ass, leaving the tight opening to stretch ever so slightly for him. The action had Seokjin whimpering again and Namjoon traced the rim, barely dipping it in to tease him.

"Shit, like that, Namjoon, hnnng your tongue feels fantastic," Seokjin mewled, his body quaking with the desire that spread all throughout his system. The room suddenly felt incredibly warm, his body lighting up with Namjoon's mouth all over him. The man even teethed at the opening, tugging on it gently and just enough to have Seokjin gasping his name in pleasant shock. "Oh God, where'd you learn to do that—shit, your mouth—so hot," Seokjin jabbered incoherently, his mind too fuzzy to comprehend anything.

Namjoon wasn't even going to deny himself of the pride he felt blossoming in his chest. "A great ass is a great meal, baby," Namjoon groaned, sticking his tongue back in even deeper and pushing it up against the thick, stubborn walls. He reached for the lube this time and soaked his fingers in them, letting the gel warm before he pulled his mouth away and began to fuck the man open.

Seokjin was more than surprised by the sudden intrusion but had no qualms about it because Namjoon was moving his fingers fast, fucking him filthy and spreading his fingers out inside of him to open him up. The squelches were lewd, the sound of Namjoon's fingers sliding in and out of his hole had Namjoon twitching in his pants. As he worked his long digits in, he fiddled with his belt and pants enough to push them down to his knees so he could fist his cock.

The touch was a welcome change, the warmth of his palm on the heat of his cock. The head throbbed red and angry as he tugged on his cock, running his thumb over the slit as he ducked his head down again so he could dance his tongue along Seokjin's entrance.

"Do you hear that?" Namjoon asked as he poured lube all over his cock, stroking it with such ease as the sloppy sounds bounced off the walls of the room. "So hard for you, baby. Eating you out has me so fucking hard right now, wanna fuck you so badly."

Seokjin let out a sultry whimper, one begging for more. "Do it then, God, just fuck me. I want your cock in me."

With a low growl, Namjoon turned Seokjin onto his back, releasing his ass of the torment Namjoon had put him through. His cock, pink and pulsating, looked about ready to burst. He pushed up the hoodie higher so he could expose the gorgeous sight of Seokjin's pale chest. Namjoon gripped his hip as he positioned himself at the man's hole. He rolled on a condom and teased the tip of his cock around it at first, making Seokjin cry for his member inside of him.

"Okay, baby," Namjoon nodded, trying his best to restrain himself from pounding into Seokjin like he wanted to. He pushed his cock in slowly, watching the head disappear into the tightness. The heat that engulfed him was indescribable, squeezing tight around him, resisting. Namjoon groaned as he felt his entire length sink into Seokjin, his ass taking up all of Namjoon. It was mesmerizing to watch how much of him Seokjin managed to take in.

He didn't waste any time, fucking into Seokjin at a speed that had the other man gasping, breath hiccuping in his chest as he tried to get his composure together. Seokjin kept pleading Namjoon to go faster and harder, to fuck him open until he couldn't walk. And Namjoon delivered, his fingers burrowing into Seokjin's soft flesh as he mercilessly pushed into the man over and over.

"Mmmph Namjoon, oh fuck, that feels so good, just like that," Seokjin choked, hands scrambling in the sheets to seek some form of support for the intense pleasure coursing through him.

Namjoon muttered filthy words under his breath, ones he knew would fuel Seokjin's libido. "Such a tight ass, baby, made to be fucked," Namjoon muttered as his cock filled Seokjin up again, the friction lighting a fire inside of his belly that had him arching off the bed. The man was undoubtedly so beautiful, so fluid in all his movements. Namjoon couldn't help his breath being taken away when Seokjin came untouched, spilling white all over his pretty stomach. He dragged on the orgasm for as long as possible, stroking Seokjin's insides and rubbing against his prostate until the man was shaking all over.

He followed soon after, a rumbling moan slipping past his lips as he filled the condom with the result of his sticky pleasure. He rolled over onto his back, panting, and seemed ready to get some rest, but Seokjin had other ideas. On weakened knees, he straddled Namjoon, sliding his cock back inside of him. Namjoon tossed his head back and groaned. "You might be done, old man, but I haven't had my way with you yet," Seokjin grinned with a nip of his teeth on Namjoon's neck.

--

Namjoon woke up the next morning aching all over his body. He looked down to his chest to find a smattering of hickeys from the night before. Even on his goddamn neck and jaw, what the fuck? This was going to be a bitch to cover up for work. It was then he realized that the other side of the bed was cool, no body in sight.

He tried to ignore the falling disappointment in his stomach. Seokjin was hired after all. They could've had a great night, but that was it. He had been paid. Fuck, Namjoon was an idiot. Maybe his love life has been too dry. Fumbling for his phone on the desk, he found a bunch of missed calls from his friends. That he could deal with later.

The knocking on his door however he couldn't.

"Alright, fuck, I'm coming!" Namjoon called out, loosely shrugging on his slacks as he reached to yank open the door with a glare to the person on the other side. Hoseok was smiling at him stupidly while Yoongi eyed his body with curiosity.

"You look like you had a fun night," Hoseok winked, releasing a small whistle from between his lips. "Damn, that guy must've been really good for him to do a number on you like this."

"Piss off," Namjoon grumbled, still bitter that Seokjin had left without saying anything. Or maybe he did and Namjoon had been too exhausted to hear.

The two entered and Yoongi instantly scrunched his face up, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This damn room reeks of sex, gross."

"Well, that was thanks to you guys," Namjoon huffed.

"Yo, what's this?" Hoseok asked, picking up a piece of paper with a scribbling on it.

Namjoon frowned. He hadn't noticed that on the bed earlier. Snatching it from his friend's hand, he quickly read over its content.

Fun night. If you ever need another, give me a call – xx, S.

God, he was so fucked.

[storytaeme]

Welcome to storytaeme’s attempt at Kinktober 2017!

Every day, a new drabble will be posted based on the prompts in this kinktober post with some adjustments. All of them will be rated NC-17/Explicit so bear that in mind. 

* Note: Kinktober is done! Because I missed the first five days (and two extra days in the middle), I will eventually be writing them but they won’t be once a day anymore :D

** also if any of these make you uncomfortable, then please do not read!!! Prompts and warnings are there for a reason. 

Voyeurism – namseok

Aphrodisiacs – N/A

Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles) – N/A

ABO Ruts/Heat – N/A

Cuckolding – N/A

Size Difference – vmin 

Crossdressing – namkook

Roleplay – taegi

Feminization – taekook

Fucking Machine – tae x everyone

Hybrid – taejinkook

Tentacles – yoonkook

Lactation – jihope

Titfucking – minjoon

Incest (stepbrothers) – vmon

Public – yoonjin

Masks – maknae line (taekook-focused)

Intoxication – junghope

Degradation – N/A

Daddy / Masturbation – N/A

Groping – taekook

Somnophilia – yoonseok

Prostitution – namjin

Church Sex – sugamon

Age Play – jinkook

Exhibitionism – yoonmin

Pet Play – taekook

Humiliation – vhope 

Frottage – vmin

Flashing – jikook

Supernatural – taekook

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[storytaeme]

late nights – day 21

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Kim Taehyung

➵ Prompt: Groping      ↪ content: public, handjob in the subway, mild exhibitionism, brief name-calling 

➵ Word Count: 2,400 words

➵ NOTE: I missed two days due to traveling, sorry for that! D: I’ll be making up for it (hopefully!)

Jeongguk wouldn’t say he had a penchant towards PDA. He was rather disgusted by it at first, didn’t understand why people would suck faces in public, hands all over each other when everyone could damn well see. It made other people uncomfortable, with the exception of a few who had enjoyed the performance. But this was also when he had been sexually frustrated.

Now that he was with Taehyung, it was another story altogether.

“Guk, come on,” Taehyung smirked, flashing his eyes dangerously at him. Jeongguk gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to throttle his boyfriend right then and there.

Rush hour was always the worst commute and, just their luck, they had ended class later than usual and ended up having to pack themselves into an overflowing train. It was terrifying really. But Taehyung was lucky to have his boyfriend—his very strong boyfriend with a very wide set of shoulders. With his back pressed up against Jeogguk’s front, the two struggled to breathe and wondered how much longer it would take for them to finally reach their destination.

“Tae, I swear on my fucking life—” Jeongguk started, propping his chin down on his boyfriend’s shoulder with a subtle dig as a threat.

Taehyung clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Don’t swear, baby, it’s not good for your health.”

“You’re miserable for my health,” Jeongguk grumbled, eyes blazing with burning anger.

It really wasn’t his fault that he was tossing profanities at Taehyung. His boyfriend has been on the far end of the mischievous spectrum as of late and it certainly still was the case when he felt Taehyung nudge his crotch again with his ass.

This was playing dirty. Taehyung knew that Jeongguk was an absolute sucker for Taehyung’s ass, would worship and eat the fuck out of those plump mounds everyday if he could. But he was in a crowded train this time, was squeezed into Taehyung by the other passengers. This was hardly the time nor place to be physically flirting on something that was borderline exhbitionism.

Taehyung pushed back again, Jeongguk’s dick sliding nicely between his ass crack. “Fuck, Tae.” Jeongguk’s fingers wrapped around Taehyung’s bicep, urging him to stop.

“Scared of a little attention?” Taehyung challenged with that familiar sly grin. “Don’t worry, nobody’s looking.”

While it was true everyone was focused on their own tasks, reading, listening to music, constantly glaring at their watch, it didn’t mean that the two of them were absolutely invisible.

Jeongguk’s hands grasped Taehyung’s hips, stilling his movements. His boner was already scaring the fuck out of him. It was pushing against the teeth of his zipper, begging to be freed. He couldn’t let this go on any longer, otherwise, who knows when his restraint might snap?

Or his zipper.

“Tae, for the love of fuck,” Jeongguk growled, digging his fingers into his boyfriend’s skin.

“Maybe not fuck, too cramped,” Taehyung giggled quietly.

Jeongguk huffed, reaching around to cup the bulge between Taehyung’s legs. The following squeak was definitely a satisfying one. Now the ball was back in his hands. Literally.

“Not so cocky now, are you?” Jeongguk bit Taehyung’s earlobe, eliciting another whimper. “God, you feel so hard, baby. You got like this just by rubbing your ass on my dick?”

Taehyung looked over his shoulder, a pitiful look in his eyes that seemed to only leave Jeongguk wanting more. “Can’t help it, l-love your dick.”

Fuck. Jeongguk palmed him harder, rubbing his hand against the hardness. He could feel it getting heavier, weighing down on his palm as Taehyung trembled against the wall. Taehyung could be cute when he was teasing Jeongguk, but he was downright irresistible when pliant in his hands.

“That’s right, baby,” Jeongguk whispered, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses on his skin. The two of them jostled along with the train as it made a turn, Jeongguk’s hand involuntarily adding more pressure to the aching Taehyung was suffering from. “Can’t help it, can you? Being so horny and hard all the time. You’re such a desperate little baby.” Jeongguk growled, tugging Taehyung flush against his front. His own hard-on was pressing up against Taehyung’s plush ass, grinding into the softness.

“C-call me that name, Jeonggukie, just call me the name.”

Jeongguk smirked, teeth sinking into Taehyung’s neck. The effect was almost instant. Taehyung gasped, hand slapping over his mouth to muffle his moans as Jeongguk began to lap at the mark with his tongue. The two of them were still inconspicuous enough, hiding in a corner as Jeongguk slowly began to yank on the zipper of Taehyung’s slacks.

When he felt the cold air hit his free cock, Taehyung had to hide another squeak into his fist, biting down on the skin to stop himself from being too obvious. “G-Guk, I take it back—oh god—I don’t think we should be doing this,” Taehyung whispered, but his desire was evident by the shudder that wracked his body when Jeongguk’s hand wrapped around his length.

Taehyung’s dick felt warm and heavy on his hand. He peeked over the boy’s shoulder to glance at the throbbing red length, practically pulsing with desire. “A little too late, don’t you think?” Jeongguk grunted, squeezing around the circumference and then moving his hand along the heat. “You’re a little slut, Tae. You’re such a slut for cock, would take it anywhere if you could.”

“God, yes,” he whined quietly, forehead leaning against the cool surface of the train as he tried to keep his desires in check. It was proving difficult when Jeongguk wasn’t letting up, his merciful side disappearing to be replaced by this insufferable, sexy man who wasn’t going to give Taehyung what he wanted. Not yet.

“Can you do me a favor? Keep it quiet for me. As much as I love your moans, I can’t have anyone else listening to them now,” Jeongguk whispered, his hands slipping underneath Taehyung’s shirt to rub his stomach, feeling his fingers sink into the plush skin. Taehyung nodded quietly, a promise forgotten when all he could think about was his boyfriend’s hand all over his skin.

Jeongguk thumbed Taehyung’s nipple, flicking it lightly at his other hand kept working on his cock. Even in the crowded setting, all Jeongguk could focus on was the subdued sound of Taehyung’s pleasure, seeping past his lips every once in a while. Taehyung couldn’t help himself. Jeongguk’s touch was like bolts of lightning shooting through him at an inhuman speed. It felt so good, so so good. The sensations were amplified by the fact that the two of them were stuffed into a crowded train filled with dozens of people who could easily spot them.

However, his boyfriend didn’t seem to care. His fingers didn’t relent as they curled around Taehyung’s length and stroked it fast and hard, enough to leave Taehyung with the desire to bang his head against concrete to get his shit together. But Jeongguk was good—he was definitely skilled, he knew just how Taehyung liked to be touched. Teasingly, squeezing. Taehyung loved that, loved it even more when Jeongguk’s control broke in order to grant him the pleasure he so desperately needed.

“Guk, please,” Taehyung whined, closing his eyes and praying to the heavens that this torture would end. He just wanted to come, he didn’t care about it lasting. He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone spotting him jerking off in such a public place with his boyfriend. However, he couldn’t deny how thrilling it all was, adrenaline rushing through his veins. “Fuck, want your cock.”

Jeongguk moaned quietly at Taehyung’s request, burying his words into his lover’s neck as he tried to keep himself in check. He was still in public. Anyone could see him. His eyes darted around the train to see if anyone had picked up on the all too obvious cues they were giving out. He pulled down his own zipper, pulling his cock out from his boxers and whimpering in relief at the sensation. It felt so good to be free and all he could think of at that moment was Taehyung’s ass before him. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t shake off the feeling that somebody was watching them—or maybe even multiple people. It was exciting, yet at the same time so horribly illegal they would never attempt this again.

The younger held onto his dick, running it along the cute mounds, tracing the circles and cutting straight through the middle. Every bit of Taehyung was hyper-aware of what Jeongguk was doing—his teasing was immaculate, his words spurred the screaming need inside of Taehyung.

“God, wanna fuck you so bad, baby,” Jeongguk moaned in Taehyung’s ear, the deep vibrations wracking through his entire being. “You’ve got an ass so tight, such a good fuck. Bet everyone else here would love to get a taste of you, bend you over the plastic seats and fuck you in turn, opening you up.”

Jeongguk knew his words had something to do with the fact that Taehyung was suddenly weeping in need. He really, really wanted Jeongguk to fuck him but even he knew that it would be impossible to keep his voice down. So he settled with the wondrous feeling of Jeongguk’s hand around his cock, pumping the length at a good speed that kept him comfortable. Taehyung released another desperate cry, wanting more from Jeongguk.

He could still feel everything. The feel of the tip of his cock rubbing up against his ass, brushing over his rim but never quite entering to leave him hungry for more. Jeongguk’s long, delicious fingers cupping his cock and jerking it for him—it felt wonderful, but he knew he needed to get out of there to continue.

However, the night was long and so was the ride.

It felt excruciatingly slow to have fucked into Jeongguk’s hand multiple times only to have been held back from coming, only to have Jeongguk tease him incessantly about how much of a slut he was for begging for it in public. “Look at you,” Jeongguk hissed, nipping on the skin of his neck, “fucking into my hand like this when everyone is around you.” The younger’s hand went to caress his ass, feeling the pert flesh underneath shiver when he touched him.

“Guk, I wanna—I really wanna—” Taehyung’s words died in his throat when Jeongguk thumb pressed down on his slit. He couldn’t breathe. The world seemed to be pulsing to the rhythm of his heartbeats, his heart thudding too loud in his ears as blood rushed through his veins.

“Shh,” Jeongguk hushed him, “keep it quiet, baby, you don’t want people to hear you.”

But he did. He really did. “Guk, I just—fuck, I really want to come,” Taehyung whined quietly.

“Can you do it, baby? Can you come with all of these people around you?” Jeongguk whispered huskily in his hear. His hand continued to jerk Taehyung, tugging on his cock and running over the opening that dripped with precome. His cock felt as if it were about to burst from the stimulation,

“I can, I can,” Taehyung leaned his head against the wall in desperation. His teeth caught his bottom lip as his heart beat, thundered in his chest. All he wanted to do was spill his load all over Jeongguk’s hands and get it over with, but the threat of anyone seeing them was still ever present, looming over his shoulder and waiting for him. “C-can you hide me?”

Jeongguk laughed, bitter, “Now, why would I do that? You’re the one who’s been teasing me, no? Why don’t you show the world what you really want, Tae?”

Taehyung was never one to compete with Jeongguk’s strength. It was hard to resist him when he was being manhandled just because it was impossible. His brute force alone was enough to turn Taehyung around, cock in full view as Jeongguk shielded him with his body. Jeongguk didn’t waste any time, however. He worked Taehyung’s cock again, ensuring that he stayed hard as he pumped the length in his hand.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Taehyung. You feel so hot in my hands. Do you like it like this? Like people watching you getting jerked off in the middle of the underground train?” Taehyung let out a small whimper, worried eyes darting all over the place to see if anyone had caught on. Jeongguk had been quiet enough, the rumbling of the train covering up his tracks. But his cock right there out in the open might prove to be a problem.

“G-Guk, please, I don’t—”

“You can come, baby, give these people a good show, yeah? I bet you’d love that. Love being watched like this, don’t you?” Jeongguk grinned, a devilish glint in his eye. Taehyung did. He really did. The risk of getting caught had blood rushing south even faster, had him hurrying to work on the adrenaline that pushed him through. “Tell me, Tae, what do you want?”

“I-I want to come,” Taehyung stammered, hands catching Jeongguk’s shoulders to support him. “Please, Jeonggukie, I want to come.”

“Do you want to come in front of all these people?” Jeongguk pressed again.

Taehyung squeezed his eyes before looking up desperately at him. “Yes, fuck yes, I just want to come, Gukkie. Please.”

“Okay, baby, do it. Come now, come on,” Jeongguk urged.

With the last few jerks and Jeongguk sucking on the skin of his neck, Taehyung let out a small gasp into his boyfriend’s chest before coming all over his hand. His semen spilled into Jeongguk’s hand, viscous and sticky, clinging onto his boyfriend’s digits. He had been so, so hard, and it felt so good to release everything. “F-fuck, Guk, oh my God.”

“That’s my good boy, you’re so good, Tae.” Jeongguk cooed as he continued to work Taehyung’s cock, milking the boy of his orgasm as Taehyung hid his whimpers in the broadness of Jeongguk’s chest. “You did well, baby, so happy to have you.”

“T-thanks, Jeonggukie,” Taehyung breathed, his lungs seeming to stutter in his chest.

The announcer called for a stop in their final destination and Taehyung quietly tucked himself back in and adjusted his pants. His face was beet red—from the orgasm or the embarrassment, he wasn’t quite sure. All he knew was that he enjoyed that much, much more than he’d like.

Maybe it was something to try again for another day.

[storytaeme]

big and small – day 6

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Park Jimin

➵ Prompt: Size Difference     ↪ content: hand job, blow job, riding, size kink, facial

➵ Word Count: 1,782 words

Taehyung had a thing for hands. Hands, to him at least, were the prettiest part of the human anatomy. One’s hand open in greeting, closed in rejection. Each carved line that spans across the palm like rivers in a barren desert. They said that the lines told a lot about the person, but Taehyung figured otherwise. Taehyung found it in the fingers. Every finger connected by joints, stretching long and curling. There was an elegance to long fingers that could dance over piano keys or aim for the sky in a splendid dance routine. Those were Taehyung’s own fingers—long and awkward, a little bit wonky, but still graceful in its own way. But Taehyung liked things softer, less prominent.

Smaller hands. Taehyung thought that it spoke a lot about the person as a character and he had found that in Park Jimin. Park Jimin and his shorter fingers, barely reaching half of Taehyung’s own length when they compared them to each other when they were giggling drunk. Park Jimin who was sweet and soft like cotton candy, but had a bite that could rival that of a ferocious canine.

Taehyung might’ve said that he saw the feistiness in Jimin coming through his hands, but maybe that was just an excuse for him to stare at the boy’s hands a little longer.

“Tae,” Jimin’s voice drew him out of his trance, his gaze flicking up to meet his friend’s, “are you okay? You’ve been staring for a while.”

Well, it was hard not to when Jimin’s cute hand was wrapped around his massive cock. Taehyung wasn’t going to lie, he was confident in the size of his dick. It looked like it could “split my ass into two” as Jimin had so eloquently said the first time he saw it. But it looked even better with Jimin’s fingers curled around it.

“‘M good,” he grunted.

Jimin smiled, eyes crinkling into crescent moons. He nodded before continuing to work on Taehyung’s cock. His hand, wet with lube, stroked slowly, his fingers twisting around Taehyung’s cock. His tongue peeked out between his plump lips, his brows furrowed in concentration. God, he loved how much effort Jimin put in to making him feel good.

They’ve had this arrangement for a while now, just to release pent up stress from days of grueling practice and building testosterone. It started off with sneaking soft kisses after a long day, then Taehyung’s hands had come to roam the expanse of Jimin’s abs. Finally, Jimin had snuck his hand down Taehyung’s sweatpants one day and the rest was history. While Taehyung liked hands, Jimin definitely had a thing for cocks—namely Taehyung’s.

“You’re so big, Tae,” Jimin licked his lips, whining a little as he squirmed.

Taehyung hummed in response, his fingers tangling in Jimin’s hair as the boy gave the tip of his cock kittenish licks. He held his hips down despite his desire to fuck Jimin’s mouth and gritted his teeth as he watched Jimin’s thick lips take in the tip, stretching to stuff the thick girth in. It was hypnotizing to see how much of Taehyung’s cock Jimin could take, how his jaw would slacken before taking in the throbbing head into his mouth and sticking the length deeper down his throat.

His teeth scraped the sensitive skin ever so slightly, leaving Taehyung to clench his jaw as he released a deep moan he had been swallowing. Jimin giggled at that, hot breath kissing his cock.

Jimin sucked cock like a champ, suckling and licking, making slurping sounds that he knew drove Taehyung crazy. He didn’t even try to keep it quiet, not even when the other members were just walls away from them. Jimin let out whimpers and whines, little mewls that only proved to painfully harden Taehyung’s throbbing member.

“Mmm,” he groaned, “you taste so good, Tae.” His tongue darted out to collect the bead of precum that had rolled down the length before dipping into the slit and pressing hard. Taehyung nearly jerked his knee into the other boy’s face, but instead he squeezed his eyes shut and relished in what was left of his sanity.

He took Taehyung in again, the long thickness filling up the tightness of Jimin’s mouth. It was incredible to see how Jimin’s small mouth could take in so much. Taehyung could feel his cock hit the back of his throat, Jimin gagging a little before he loosened his lips even more, sliding them over the length. The boy swallowed around the cock, his hand reaching to pump what was left of Taehyung’s cock that couldn’t fit into his mouth.

“J-Jiminie, come up here,” Taehyung fumbled, trembling arms gesturing for him to come towards  him. “W-Want my cock in you,” he muttered.

Taehyung liked foreplay, he really did. But days like these he was just too impatient and would rather bury himself in the tightness of Jimin’s ass rather than wait any longer. Jimin nodded obediently, shimmying out of his pants and tossing them carelessly aside. “I don’t need prep,” Jimin beamed, “did it myself earlier.”

Fuck, the image of Jimin fucking his own fingers—maybe in the bathroom of the dance studio, biting his lips to muffle his moans, risking getting caught by any of the managers or coaches. Fuck. All the blood in Taehyung’s body rushed south between his legs, causing his cock to twitch in demand.

Jimin was cute with his hands bunching up his sweater just above his chest, his pert nipples in full view, tantalizing. He quickly rolled down a condom down the boy’s cock before positioning himself, straddling Taehyung’s lean body. He slowly sank down on Taehyung’s cock, pupils dilating with every inch of Taehyung’s cock that filled him up. “S-shit, you’re so big,” Jimin whined, pushing down again until Taehyung was buried to the hilt. He sat there, eyes squeezed shut, his ass clenching Taehyung’s length. “Mmm, I’m so full,” he moaned, “want to be full of your come too.”

They’ve never fucked without a condom before, but Taehyung certainly wasn’t opposed to it. Maybe one day. Jimin started bouncing, his heavenly thighs exerting enough effort to lift him up and letting him drop again, each time allowing the tip of Taehyung’s cock to hit him a little deeper. He bounced and bounced, his small cock—fuck, his small cock—seeming to twirl in temptation.

Taehyung brought his hand up to cover the boy’s cock. God, the difference was something else. Taehyung’s hand could engulf the entire thing as he pressed down on it. Jimin let out a small cry of pleasure as he chanted “yesyesyesyes” and nudged his hips forward, cock into Taehyung’s hand.

“You’re so tiny, Jiminie,” Taehyung murmured, palming the tip of Jimin’s cock before using his fingers—his fingers were more than enough—to jerk Jimin off. Jimin started sobbing then, the good kind of crying that Taehyung was familiar with. “So small, look at you. I could use three fingers and it would cover up your tiny cock, baby.”

Jimin’s lips quivered, thighs quaking in response. “So small, I’ve got a small cock, Tae,” he whispered.

“Yes, baby, you’re so small. You can’t ever fuck me, can you? You can’t even fill up your own hand,” Taehyung hummed. Jimin’s lips parted in a gasp as he released another cry, rutting his hips up so Taehyung could touch him again. “Your cock is bouncing like that, but it’s tiny. It’s so cute,” Taehyung chuckled.

The slightly older boy groaned, riding Taehyung harder and faster. It felt so good to have Taehyung fill him to the brim while his cock was getting the right stimulation it needed. Taehyung kept cooing at his small cock, Jimin shaking on top of him as he sobbed, riding Taehyung faster to match the erratic beating of his heart.

“Jiminie, you’re so cute, look at you. What a good boy you are,” Taehyung pants, tossing his head back in satisfaction. Jimin preens at the comment, grinning as he continues to fuck himself on the boy’s cock. “Especially your small cock. Bet the other hyungs would love to taste your little cock, hm? Do you want them to watch you like this? See your cock so small and cute.”

“Fuck, fuck,” Jimin gasped, back arching as he whined again, his hands planting on Taehyung’s thighs behind his back. “Hnngg, Tae, f-fuck, I’m going to—”

“That’s right, baby, your little cock’s going to come?” Taehyung urged, “I want to see that. Be a good boy, Jiminie, come for me.”

Jimin dropped himself a few more times before his cock was twitching in Taehyung’s fingers, spilling spurts of white all over the two of them. Taehyung’s fingers worked on milking the length, pushing it and squeezing out every droplet of pleasure left inside of him. The entire time, Taehyung murmured what a good boy he was, what his cute cock could do.

Out of breath, Jimin pulled himself off Taehyung with a groan before yanking off the latex from the other boy’s length. “Come on my face,” Jimin said, lungs seizing up, “want your come all over my face, Tae.”

Fuck. Taehyung nodded and shakily got on his knees. Jimin nuzzled his face into Taehyung’s cock, sticking out his tongue from his small mouth, thick lips moistened with his spit. He wished he could take a picture and commemorate this moment, but there were more pressing matters at hand. His hand wrapped around his length, stroking and feeling his cock twitch. God, he was so hard and so close. Jimin was there before him, face so close to the tip of his dick, mouth open as if begging for liquid to sate his parched throat.

“I wanna taste you, Tae,” Jimin whined, “want your come on my tongue, on my face.” His hand rubbed his cock as he squirmed.

And that was perhaps the last straw and Taehyung pumped his cock a few more times before white strings splayed across the other boy’s face. It was like a work of art; Jimin’s creamy skin layered with abstract streaks, over the curve of his swollen, pink lips and his long, pretty lashes. The greatest paintings of the seventeenth century could never compare to how magnificent Jimin looked in that moment. He looked absolutely euphoric, eyes closed and relishing in the sensation.

“Thank you,” he murmured. Taehyung leaned forward, meeting his lips to the other boy’s. He could taste his own come and, rather than feeling revolted, he could fee his cock stir again.

“Really?” Taehyung chuckled against his lips, glance dropping to Jimin’s small hand wrapped around his cock again.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

[storytaeme]

put your ass on me – day 29

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Park Jimin

➵ Prompt: Frottage    ↪ content: slight intoxication, grinding, spanking

➵ Word Count: 4,364 words

Taehyung was a slut. That wasn’t news. Any dick he could get his hands and mouth on, you can bet your ass that he would be on it in a blink of an eye. He had had his fair share of cocks in his college career—from that sexy senior who fucked him good and hard in his studio, to the clumsy graduate student TA who had a penchant for calling him a baby boy, and the freshman who could toss him against a wall with a finger. He liked them all.

But there was nothing he loved more than a teasing cock, particularly one that pressed up against his ass snugly. There was one person who could mess with him and fuck with his head, and Taehyung would be thanking him for it and kissing his feet.

Park Jimin.

Honestly, his cock was nothing special. An average sized thing that Taehyung could find in any other guy without the bonus of suffering through the games Jimin played.

Then again, Taehyung has always loved games.

Jimin was a friend he had picked up at a party he couldn’t place his finger on. The two had been on the further end of the intoxicated spectrum, had sucked each other’s dick, before parting ways the next morning with no awkwardness and each other’s numbers. Since then, the two had messed around a few more times—the times in which Taehyung learned that there were still people out there who were much kinkier than he was. Much, much kinkier.

He didn’t mind it though—exploring Jimin was always fun, safe and risky at the same time. But the boy seemed to know what he was doing and let Taehyung experiment on his own, which was great.

But Jimin always liked the thrill of the chase—that limbo between heightening sexual tension and getting his brains fucked out of his head.

So there Taehyung was, a little tipsy, a little sober, a little bit of both. None of that mattered though when he had Jimin pressed up against his back. The boy was shorter than Taehyung by a good two inches, but he somehow always managed to stick close enough, bend Taehyung down enough so his crotch was directly aligned with the curve of Taehyung’s ass.

The man’s smaller hands roamed freely across the expanse of Taehyung’s chest, smoothing underneath his silky shirt to run his hands over the softness of his stomach. Jimin was grinding up against him, the evident boner in his leather pants, barely restricted by the material, pushing up into the crack of Taehyung’s ass. Taehyung had long closed his eyes to completely immerse himself in the experience, in the extraordinary feeling of Jimin’s hardness in the soft plush of his ass.

“Fuck, Tae,” Jimin growled in his ear, fingers sinking into his short locks and tugging it back. He yanked back hard enough to pull a moan from Taehyung’s lips. His other hand was still cool against the warmth of Taehyung’s stomach. “Fuckin’ ass, so pert and full. Bet you love getting this little thing eaten, don’t you?” For emphasis, his hand smoothed down to cup Taehyung’s ass.

“Mmm,” Taehyung hummed happily, bumping his butt back against Jimin for more friction. They were still swaying to the music, the club pulsing with life as bass thrummed through the speakers. Bodies were crowded in the dance floor, pushing up against each other. But Taehyung could only feel Jimin. Nothing else existed except the thickness of Jimin’s cock against his ass. Not the guy who was trying to get handsy with him in front of him, or the sweaty, sticky mess of skins clinging against each other.

Jimin didn’t like other people trying to touch his things, especially not when he was planning to use them later. Like Taehyung. The short man threw daggers at the guy who was trying to catch Taehyung’s attention. “Why don’t you piss off, man? I’m fucking him tonight, get yourself another piece of ass to lay.”

Taehyung fucking loved it when Jimin got possessive. He felt a shiver snake down his spine as Jimin tugged him closer so his back was completely flush against the other boy’s front.

The guy only rolled his eyes, smirking, “Think tiny here can fuck you good, baby?” Christ, this guy had a death wish. “His cock is probably small, I can fuck your ass real nice.”

It was Taehyung’s turn to snort. This guy really had no idea what the fuck he was talking about. However, Jimin beat him to it, hand catching Taehyung’s hard-on in his pants, eliciting a squeak from him. With hooded eyes, Jimin ran his lips over Taehyung’s neck, sinking his teeth down in warning. Taehyung whimpered wantonly. “That true, baby? He thinks I can’t fuck your ass good. What do you say to that?”

In all honesty, his mind was too frazzled, his focus too concentrated on Jimin’s cock in the crack of his ass and his hand fondling Taehyung through the fabric.

“Tell him what I do to you, Tae,” Jimin urged again, squeezing his boner harder.

“H-he—fuck—he fucks me so good. God, his cock always fills my ass up,” Taehyung stammered quickly, stumbling over a rambling of his words. He wasn’t quite sure what he said, but it was something along the lines of Jimin fucking him into the sheets until he cried and Taehyung worshipping the hell out of Jimin. Whatever it was, it seemed sufficient to have the other guy’s face paling in the realization that he wasn’t even considered close to competition.

“It’s not about what you have, it’s about how you fucking use it,” Jimin snarled in finality, his eyes flashing with a warning that this was the end of the conversation. The guy spat out a fuck you before squeezing past the throng of bodies and away from them. Jimin chuckled, breath hot against the cool sweat on Taehyung’s neck. “That’s my good boy, you only love my cock, don’t you? Look at you so needy.”

Taehyung nodded eagerly, lips parting to release desperate pants. “Yes, oh shit, fuck, Jimin.”

“You like to twerk don’t you? Why don’t you use that ass of yours for something good for once aside from being my cocksleeve?” Jimin growled, jerking Taehyung’s head back again by his hair. “Come on, Tae, why don’t you rub that ass up against my dick?”

Fuck. Yes, yes. Taehyung didn’t even hesitate before he crouched slightly, hands on his knees as he stuck his ass up to push it against Jimin. He could hear Jimin release a groan, the sound buried underneath the rise after a beat drop. Everyone was jumping around them and Taehyung moved along with the current. He shook his ass, bounced it against Jimin’s hard-on. Fuck, it felt so good. He moaned on his own as his hold on his legs nearly slipped. He continued to shake it up and down, the bulge in Jimin’s pants rubbing up against him. God, he wished he didn’t have pants on so he could feel every bit of it on his rim, feel the bulge pressing up against his hole.

“That’s right,” Jimin hissed, hands loosely hanging on Taehyung’s hips. He let Taehyung have full control over his movements—that was Jimin’s tactic. This was all by choice, this was what Taehyung wanted. To be desperate for Jimin, to be so filthy in such a public setting. “That’s my good boy,” Jimin grinned.

Taehyung’s cock was throbbing painfully against his zipper. If he got any harder, he might just burst the seams. “Fuck, J-Jimin, please, I can’t take it—” His breath broke off into a gasp when Jimin grabbed hold of his hips, thrusting himself forward and grinding himself hard against Taehyung.

“What do you wanna do, baby?” Jimin teased, “we’re in front of all these people and you want me to fuck you here?”

Taehyung could feel the stares, of course. It was hard not to when the two were practically the center of attention with their step above public display of affection. Not that it was anywhere remotely near affectionate. It was pure lust. He wanted to scream yes, yes, he would rather have Jimin fuck him then and there rather than nothing at all. However, even his exhibitionistic tendencies had its boundaries.

“I-I—” he started with a gasp “—I want to ride your thigh,” he blurted out.

Jimin stilled momentarily, leaving Taehyung hanging on this limbo of despair. All he wanted was for Jimin to take him as his, mark him down and fuck him open. It wasn’t until Jimin yanked him back up, turning him around to slot their lips together messily, that Taehyung moaned into his mouth. “Didn’t know you could be so full of good ideas, Kim, come here.” Jimin’s fingers intertwined with his own, keeping them close as they managed to make their way to the sidelines.

Taehyung wasn’t sure how or why but Jimin always had access to the VIP booth. Like always. In every club they went to, the security wouldn’t bat an eye at Jimin who would shoulder past them with whatever company he had in tow. He probably came from money that Taehyung wasn’t sure he wanted to know about. Jimin could make do with public sex, but he also had a deep appreciation for the intimacy of privacy.

The leather seats were sleek and clean, glowing in the dimly lit room as Jimin settled himself on it. Taehyung was about to sit next to him or on him, his clouded brain had yet to decide, but Jimin held a hand up to stop him. Taehyung raised an eyebrow in question.. “Strip first, baby,” Jimin leaned back comfortably, folding his hands together on his crossed legs.

Fucking fancy ass fucker.

Taehyung—ever the obedient pet—did as he was told. He didn’t waste time to shove his pants down, all the while pulling the shirt over his head, leaving him in his briefs.

Jimin smirked, “Should’ve worn panties today, would’ve loved to see that ass grinding on me with some pretty lace.”

Taehyung made a mental note to look for underwear the next time he went shopping.

“Come sit on my lap, baby,” Jimin crooked a finger towards him. As if he was a snake charmer and Taehyung was nothing more than a mere serpent, he drifted towards him absentmindedly. He watched, mesmerized, as Jimin parted his legs slightly, before he took his spot on one of his thighs.

Fuck.

Jimin’s skin was warm against his own, the heat radiating off their skins mingling together to produce a low flame that flickered teneion between the two of them. A small gasp slipped past Taehyung’s lips when Jimin flexed his thigh, tightening the muscle underneath so the other boy could feel it press against his ass. “You said you wanted to sit on my thigh, go ahead.”

Taehyung nodded, teeth catching his lip as he begun to move himself against the man’s thigh. Jimin only settled back and observed Taehyung do his own hard work. Taehyung didn’t mind in the least. He loved it when Jimin stared at him with darkened irises, pupils dilated in fascination as he watched Taehyung use him to pleasure himself.

He had his legs thrown on either side of Jimin’s thigh, his cock settling hard and heavy against the part of his leg that he couldn’t cover with his body. Taehyung shifted slowly at first, moaning at the slight friction he could feel against his opening. His rim puckered and tightened, seeming to insist for more. Little whines bubbled from his throat as he watched Jimin’s lips curl, his tongue digging into the inside of his cheek as if he was attempting to get his own libido in control.

The leather felt smooth against his ass, but created enough electricity to have Taehyung biting his lip and moving faster. His hips kept shifting and moving, his butt pressing down for more heat. His cock—fuck, his cock—was so hard. he could see the tip pulsating. With how hard he was, his cock was beginning to rise to attention, bobbing against his stomach.

“That’s a good boy,” Jimin murmured, his fingers finding their way to Taehyung’s back. They danced along his spine in a supposedly soothing manner, but Taehyung could only whimper towards the touch. It felt good to have him teasing his back like that, felt good to have Jimin smiling at him with an undeniable smugness. “You like my thigh, Tae? You like fucking yourself on it?”

Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat as he nodded, “Y-yes, I love your thigh. It—hnng aah, feels—fuck—feels so good. You’re so thick fuck.”

“Mhmm,” Jimin affirmed, running his hand down the boy’s back gently again. “So thick, muscles all over. You like that, don’t you? You like things hard so you can grind yourself against it. That’s why you like my cock too.”

The thought of Jimin’s cock had Taehyung whimpering. He could feel saliva pool in his tongue as if he could taste Jimin’s weight in his mouth, but he swallowed it back and willed away the sudden urge to suck the length. It didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate how Jimin was slowly building a tent in his pants though. The bulge grew increasingly bigger with Taehyung’s every shift, every whine.

“Fuck yes, Tae,” Jimin growled, his normally sweet voice fading into one of a predator. Taehyung was no more than a prey, one of many, but he’d be damned if he said he gave a flying fuck in that moment. “Just like that, baby, grind yourself down. Rub your ass on my thigh, fuck yourself on it. I want you hard and dripping for me. You can probably make yourself come from this alone, can’t you?”

He probably—no, he definitely—could. “Mmmph, so good, Jiminie, feels so fucking good,” Taehyung rumbled from deep in his chest, “w-wanna come all over you.”

“Dirty little slut,” Jimin jeered, “you want to get me all messy, don’t you? Possessive fucker. You just want to stain my pants so everyone will know that you’ve made yourself come on my thigh. Isn’t that right?”

Taehyung whined low again, “T-that’s right. Want everyone to know who made me come.”

“Get off, baby, I want you to ride my cock now.” Taehyung’s heart stopped beating. “Do you want that?”

Never in his life has he nodded this hard. He was quick to scramble to his two feet, knees still shaking as he tried to keep himself steady. Taehyung watched quietly, muffling his pants behind his hand and shyly covering his cock up with his other hand. Jimin smirked as he shimmied out of his pants, and then his boxers, and—oh fuck—Taehyung could see how his cock stood thick, its girth looking more tantalizing than anything.

“J-Jiminie,” Taehyung mewled, nipping his lip to silence the moans threatening to spill.

Jimin sat back down, snatching up a bottle of lube and drizzling it all over his cock. He sat with his legs closed this time, stroking his cock slowly to get all of the cool gel all over him. By the time he stopped to nestle back against the seats again, his cock was glistening underneath the room’s hypnotic lights.

Taehyung could feel his his heart lurch up his throat. “C-can I sit now?” he asked desperately, stepping closer.

“Yeah,” Jimin grunted, “but want your back towards me. Rub your ass up on my wet cock, will you? You can’t come until I say you can. Got it?”

He nodded in agreement again, albeit a little too eager this time. Jimin smiled, heart and cock swelling with pride at having Taehyung so putty in his hands. Taehyung turned around and backed himself up slowly, chancing glances over his shoulder before he approached Jimin. The other boy was much too impatient for Taehyung’s caution, instead hands taking action by grasping his waist. Taehyung stumbled backwards and managed to support himself just in time before he could land too hard on Jimin’s lap.

However, once he did, he felt Jimin’s cock warm in the folds of his ass. His cock was slimy with the liquid, Taehyung could slide on it all too easily but with just enough friction that had him groaning at the feeling. His legs trembled as he began to move his ass against the length. Taehyung could practically feel every vein thrumming silently. It felt so fucking good to have it in his ass, rubbing up and quickly dampening. The cock slid easily against his opening, always sliding past the sensitive hole.

Taehyung wanted so desperately to feel his cock pulsing inside of him, but the friction and the teasing, Jimin’s hand remaining on his hip as a reminder of his presence were more than enough to have Taehyung gasping every time Jimin’s cock slid in between. Taehyung’s hands flew to his ass to spread them apart as he ground down harder against Jimin.

Jimin let a groan escape at that. Taehyung’s ass looked so plump, a delicious peach that wrapped so snugly into his cock. The sounds that bounced off the walls of the room were sloppy and lewd, noises that fueled the fire burning in Taehyung’s gut. He didn’t hesitate to begin bouncing, adding a little rise and fall to each of his movements. On top of the wonderful friction, Taehyung could feel the slight rebound of his thick ass on Jimin’s dick.

“Fuck, that’s good, baby,” Jimin huffed, breathing deeply through his nose to avoid opening his mouth in the risk of moaning. “Just like that. You’ve got such a pretty ass, Taehyung,” Jimin snarled.

“S-spank me, p-please,” Taehyung begged. “I-I want to be all red for you.”

Fuck. It was Jimin’s turn to gape in surprise, breath stilling in his lungs. Taehyung was a goddamn perfect specimen. He couldn’t ask for anything more from him. “Okay, baby,” Jimin rasped, “ten, yeah? Count for me.”

He hadn’t waited for Taehyung to respond before the first slap came down hard against his ass. Taehyung jerked forward, more from the surprise and the sheer pain mingled with pleasure that propelled him. A small cry had escaped his mouth and his hand lifted to muffle the sound as he tried to get himself back down on Jimin.

“Keep grinding, Tae, or I’ll stop spanking,” Jimin threatened, inhaling a labored breath as he ignored the stinging pulse in his palm. In the darkness, he couldn’t quite see the print he had left on Taehyung but he so wished that he would have had hit him hard enough by the end of this that he could see the boy’s pretty, plump mounds glow red.

Taehyung gulped down the lump in his throat and nodded, moving his ass and bouncing it again on Jimin’s cock. He rubbed hard and fast, moving fast as he counted the second one with a scream when Jimin brought his hand down again. The sound was harsher this time, louder, as it echoed across the room. “T-two,” Taehyung muttered.

He panted as Jimin hit him again, his palm cracking across his other cheek. “Fuck, three!” he cried out, panting as he could feel his cock twitch desperately against his stomach.

Jimin hit him again, two consecutive smacks that had Teahyung sobbing into his hand. Tears pricked his eyes. He could feel a dull stinging coursing through his behind, a pricking every time he rubbed up on Jimin’s cock. The slickness was starting to fade, leaving him with a friction that felt tenfolds worse than when he started. With how sensitive his ass was, the pain felt even worse. Taehyung’s gaze dropped down to his cock where a bead of precome had oozed from the tip, slowly rolling down.

“That’s my good boy, Tae, that’s only five,” Jimin laughed, “think you can handle more? You look like your knees are going to give out.”

It felt like it too. His knees were wobbling so much he could barely keep himself steady as he ground down on Jimin’s thigh, feeling the thick rod sliding in between the pillows of his cheeks, up against his small opening that was just pleading to be fucked. “I can, please, J-Jimin, I want more.”

“Five more, babe,” Jimin reminded, “think you can come when we reach ten?”

“Y-yes,” Taehyung promised.

“Good boy,” the other boy murmured, his hand stroking Taehyung’s ass calmly to try and settle the painful remnants of a reverberation. “Keep moving, Tae,” he ordered.

Taehyung followed his instruction and kept shifting his hips, disregarding the obvious burn in his thighs as he continued to—crack! “Six!” he sobbed. The brief pause they had made the sting even worse. It had given Taehyung momentary relief before the pain came back to chase after him.

“Rub your ass, baby, come on,” Jimin snapped, “move your ass faster on my cock.”

He nodded, tears leaking and streaming down his face as he gasped in a breath past his lips. Jimin’s cock felt so, so good against his ass and all he wanted to do was to be fucked stupid. He worked faster, chasing after that sweet climax he was craving when Jimin hit him once on each cheek, one after another. The blows seemed to get more painful as he grew increasingly more susceptible to the sting. His ass felt as if it had been lit on fire, the burn incomprehensible as he tried to keep his composure intact. His mind was spiraling down a route that led him to despair, but his cock suggested otherwise as more precome began to seep from his throbbing head.

“J-Jimin, fuck, I need to come, please,” he whined pathetically, acknowledging how abso-fucking-lutely desperate he was in that moment. He needed the release, but he was holding it back. His stomach twisted uncomfortably wth a scorching upon his skin. His ass tightened every time he brought his hips to grind down against Jimin.

“Two more, you can hold it,” Jimin chuckled darkly, “keep moving that ass.”

Taehyung should’ve known that Jimin wouldn’t give it to him easy. He had been too generous, had let Taehyung done what he wanted from the beginning. Taehyung kept moving, kept fucking down on Jimin and felt the thickness slip comfortably between his cheeks. It felt so good but he was growing numb—the spanks he had been anticipating never coming.

This was it. This was his game.

Jimin loved to see Taehyung suffer and, if that meant, waiting out his orgasm, the release he could practically taste on his tongue, then Jimin would do it in a heartbeat.

“Jimin, please, fuck—mmph fuck aah,” Taehyung whined gutturally, his tone laced with absolute hunger and shameless desire. “Fuck, please, please, Jimin,” Taehyung begged, his voice descending into incoherency as he continued moving against Jimin’s cock.

“You have to wait for it, baby, you can’t come before you finish counting,” Jimin teased, his words borderline malicious as he knew how much Taehyung was enduring in that moment to keep himself in check. Taehyung could already begin to feel the start of his orgasm, the slow climb to his climax being suppressed by Jimin’s inability to give Taehyung what he wanted before torturing him.

Taehyung cried again, “J-Jimin, pleas—”

Jimin slapped him and that instantly shut him up, instead yanking a mix between a sob and a moan from his lips. Jimin frowned, clicking his tongue in disappointment, “Look what you made me do. I wasted one, now you have one left.”

“Jimin, please—”

“I don’t see your ass moving, slut,” Jimin hissed, his fingers digging into Taehyung’s hips. He barely grazed the edge of his ass and Taehyung already flinched from the pain. It felt so painful and his cock was twitching miserably, on the edge of that release.

Taehyung kicked away his pride and need to whine and throw a tantrum, instead giving in to Jimin’s request. He built up the pleasure again, built up the miserable throbbing of his cock with all his pent-up frustration. He gasped every time his ass pushed down a little too hard against Jimin, mewled each time Jimin’s cock brushed over his entrance.

“Do you want to come, Tae? Do you want to come all over, baby? Fuck, look at your cock making a mess already,” Jimin groaned, one of his hands reaching up to tangle his fingers in Taehyung’s hair. He tugged it back hard enough to have Taehyung gasping, his dick leaking out another drop of come.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Taehyung chanted, his voice fading into a whisper as he could barely hold it back anymore. “Yes, please, God i want to come. I want to make a mess all over, Jiminie. Please l-let me come.”

Jimin breathed, “Are you sure—”

“Fuck, yes, okay, plea—” Taehyung never got to finish that sentence because Jimin was already bringing his hand down one last time, the tenth slap, and Taehyung jerked forward. What took him aback even more was how Jimin’s fingers quickly wrapped around Taehyung’s length, pumping the length in his fist as Taehyung chased after his high.

His body convulsed, hitched chokes escaping his mouth, as his cock twitched violently in Jimin’s hold. White liquid poured all over the other boy’s hand, Taehyung’s own itching to peel his fingers away. Every part of him was overstimulated, oversensitive to each of Jimin’s touch. But Jimin kept working on his shaft, tugging on it quick and fast, flicking his wrist to make sure that Taehyung released the last of his orgasm. He milked him hard, milked him dry. Taehyung was panting, slumping back against Jimin by the end of it as his member twitched, spilling the last drops onto Jimin’s come-covered hand.

The other boy whispered words of praises in Taehyung’s ear, hot breath fanning his sweaty skin. “You’re such a good boy, Tae, always so obedient for me. Look at how much you came for me. You’re such a good boy.”

“T-thank you, Jiminie,” Taehyung whimpered quietly. “Thank you.”

“Always, baby.”

[storytaeme]

screw me – day 10

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Everyone

➵ Prompt: Fucking Machine   ↪ content: gangbang, handjobs, blowjobs, swallowing, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, barebacking, 

➵ Word Count: 4,000 words

Taehyung liked attention, that was no news. He likes dressing in nice things, liked being admired and stared at. The fans were especially good in indulging him of his desires, showering him in endless, sweet compliments and taking a billion photographs to post on their respective social media. But that wasn't enough—no.

Taehyung wanted more.

This was true especially in days when all he wanted was for his members to coddle him like a precious baby, love him and pamper him, give him the attention he craved. These were days he would be—even he would admit—annoyingly sticky. He would come to bother Namjoon and Yoongi in the studio, beg Jimin to cuddle with him in front of the television, whine until Seokjin made him his favorite food, and urge Hoseok and Jeongguk to play games with him. As adorable as he was, there was a limit to patience—and Taehyung might've just tested everyone’s.

“Tae, we have to talk,” Namjoon started, crossing his arms over his chest. The other members were gathered around, sharing Namjoon’s same look of disapproval that had Taehyung cowering into himself.

He sat quietly, fingers twisting on top of his lap as he awaited his judgment.

“We noticed you've been very… demanding as of late,” Namjoon started slow.

Yoongi laughed bitterly, “I think the right words you're looking for is attention whore.”

Taehyung might've pushed Yoongi a little further than the rest, but then again, that wasn't really an accomplishment with his short temper.

Namjoon elbowed the shorter man. “What we’re all trying to say is that I think you should find a better way to channel your needs.”

There was a shift in the air then, a very subtle one that Taehyung would've missed if he didn't know his friends that well. The others began to fidget, some of them seemingly holding knowing smiles to a secret Taehyung wasn't aware of.

“What's that, hyung?”

“We've prepared a little gift that you might enjoy,” Namjoon smiled, but it wasn't the soft one Taehyung was used to. There was a devilish twinkle, one Taehyung had only seen on very few occasions, most of them ending up with him crying and coming. He felt his ass clench around nothing.

A gift as punishment? Taehyung should be worried but instead, he felt an excited thrumming in his veins as he anticipated their next words.

“Follow us,” Namjoon instructed and began walking down the hallway to his room. Taehyung was the last of the group to enter, the others having formed a circle around the bed, and he didn't know why until he saw it. “What do you think?” The elder’s voice cut through his thoughts. All of them seemed to shift nervously, awaiting his reaction.

Taehyung blinked, his gaze drifting over to the small machine by the bed. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it initially. The small box was black and metallic, and it wasn’t until he traced the long silver rod to its end that he realized what they had been so shifty about. The thing that had his mouth drying and a lump forming in his throat was a dildo attached to the end of the silver rod.

A fucking machine.

Having delved deep into the realm of porn, Taehyung was aware of what the machine was, what people used it for and how it worked. Taehyung also knew that he was about to get his ass wrecked by the thing. He swallowed his nerves, glance darting over to his friends as he shifted nervously. “I–um–wow?” Because there was really nothing more he could say. The device was sleek and new with a toy at the end at the perfect length. Perfect for him.

“You don’t have to,” Jimin blurted out, more concerned about his best friend, “it was just an idea all of us had and we figured you would enjoy it.”

“N-no,” Taehyung started, “I mean, I want to–I want to try it.” His teeth caught his bottom lip again as he eyed the machine warily again, but with greater curiosity and desire this time. He could feel his heart pump in his chest, beating aloud in his ears.

Hoseok grinned, “Let’s get started then.”

Jeongguk had appeared behind Taehyung, arms slipping around his body and beginning to unbutton his shirt. Taehyung gave a little squeak but seemed pliant in the younger’s arms. “Gonna strip you, hyung, want you all pretty and naked for us.” The room was a little chilly, sending a shiver down his spine as the shirt slid off his shoulders and onto the floor. Seokjin had smiled sweetly at him before unbuckling his belt and tugging down his pants, leaving him in nothing but his briefs.

“You’re sure you’re good with this, Tae?” Namjoon asked again, his voice still dripping with concern.

“Yeah,” he said more confidently this time, “I’m sure.”

“Get on the bed, baby.” It was Yoongi this time who spoke softly, but with a lilt that signaled his mischievousness. The last person anyone would expect to use pet names was Yoongi, but the man surprisingly had a penchant for sweet nicknames—baby, babe, angel, slut. Taehyung did as he was told, crawling onto his bed on his hands and knees. “‘M gonna prep you, yeah?” Yoongi muttered and Taehyung heard the familiar opening click of the bottle of lube.

It was no secret in the household that most of them messed around with each other. Otherwise, how else were they supposed to release sexual frustrations and keep it out of the media? Taehyung had caught some of them in the act, had participated as well. Yoongi was one of his favorites, his fingers were so pretty and could always curl just enough to hit all the right spots inside of him. Which was exactly what he was doing then.

Taehyung let out a low moan as Yoongi twisted two of his fingers inside, stretching out his tight rim, scissoring to spread his muscles. It felt so good and knowing that the other members were right behind him, watching him, was a fact that only added fire to the low flame burning in the pit of his belly.

“So pretty, Tae,” Seokjin murmured, having walked around and hand moving to brush his bangs aside. The younger boy let out a pitiful sound that had Seokjin leaning down to kiss him sweet on the lips. The eldest of them took in every small gasp Taehyung released whenever Yoongi stuck another finger in, enough to open him up.

When he could feel his ass gape, Yoongi pulled his fingers out, leaving a sort of cold emptiness that had him whining. Namjoon gave his ass a slap, watching the soft flesh jiggle. Someone let out a moan behind him—could’ve been Hoseok but he couldn’t really tell. Taehyung could feel each of their gazes burning into his opening.

He peeked over his shoulder to see Namjoon working on preparing the machine, which was basically drenching the toy with lube before positioning it behind Taehyung. Jimin moved forward and bent down and Taehyung saw as he snapped on a cock ring at the base of Taehyung’s length. God, he could already tell this was going to be torturous. Jeongguk and Jimin then moved in front of him, while the rest of them stayed behind Taehyung. Taehyung puckered his lips, begging for a kiss. Jimin giggled and humored him, crouching down to level his face with Taehyung’s before joining their lips together. Jimin’s lips were so soft and plush, like a pillow he could kiss for eternity. His erratic heart calmed down ever so slightly as he melted into Jimin’s kiss. Jeongguk made a noise of displeasure before scooting Jimin aside to kiss Taehyung himself, his tongue slipping in between Taehyung’s lips to tangle with the elder boy’s. While Jimin liked gentle, slow kisses, Jeongguk nipped and moved his lips against Taehyung’s quickly.

Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat when the toy he had been anticipating began to nudge at his opening. He squirmed a little, shifting his ass back, but Jeongguk was quick to distract him with his mouth again, his tongue licking up the insides of his cheeks. The toy pushed in completely into him, filling him up full.

When Yoongi flipped the switch to the lowest setting, Taehyung released another deep groan indicating his satisfaction. The silicone toy pushed into him at a very slow pace, sliding in and out. “Goddamn,” Hoseok hissed behind him, “that looks so pretty.”

“Mm, did you hear that, Tae?” Namjoon smiled, placing his hand on Taehyung’s butt and rubbing it soothingly. “You’re so pretty, Hoseok’s already so hard for you, darling.”

A small whimper slipped past his lips. Hoseok’s cock was definitely one of his favorites, long and curvy, always able to hit all the right spots. The image of him being stiff and ready had his mouth watering. “W-wanna see Hoseokie-hyung’s cock,” he pleaded.

As a response, Hoseok stepped around, pants already gone as he began to palm his dick through the thin material of his boxers. Taehyung could see the tip peeking out from the hem as Hoseok smirked, nudging his crotch in the boy’s direction. As if on instinct, Taehyung’s tongue stuck out to trace the outline of the elder boy’s cock, fingers scrambling to tug on the fabric. Hoseok eased the process for him and kicked away his boxers, leaving his cock for the taking. Taehyung whimpered at the gorgeous sight, watching intently as Hoseok began to stroke his cock with his slick hands.

“Like my cock, Tae?” Hoseok teased, “want it in your mouth?”

“Mmmph,” Taehyung sighed, “yeah, want your cock, hyungie.” The dildo pushing into him at a numbingly slow pace wasn’t doing much for him anymore. Hoseok smirked, stepping forward as Taehyung opened up his mouth, tongue sticking out. He smacked the tip of his cock against the boy’s lips, smearing precome on his tongue. Taehyung whined in protest, wanting more. However, before he could say anymore, Yoongi clicked on the remote to up the setting two levels.

He jolted forward with a choked gasp that bubbled up his throat, groaning at the furious intrusion into his ass. The dildo fucked him harder and faster, Taehyung sliding back a tad further just so the makeshift cock could reach deeper.

Namjoon appeared within his periphery then, muttering praises about how good of a boy Taehyung was, how he was taking the cock so well. He had also gotten rid of his pants, stroking the length in his hands, thrusting his hips to the rhythm of Taehyung’s movements whenever the dildo slid into him. “God, you look so good, Taehyung-ah, so pretty. Look at you taking the cock so well,” Namjoon hummed, running his fingers through Taehyung’s hair.

Taehyung had his elbows planted on the bed, arms shaking, weak with pleasure. Every inch of his being felt as if it had been lit on fire, his body trembling with how incredible everything felt. Yoongi showed up then as his eyes became slightly blurry, gaze clouded with lust. “Such a good little slut,” the shorter man groaned, burying his hand in Taehyung’s hair to jerk his head back. He nudged at Taehyung’s closed lips with the tip of his cock, urging the younger boy to open up. Taehyung did and let Yoongi cup his face as he slowly fucked his mouth.

He loved it. He loved every single second of it. With Yoongi calling him a dirty, cockslut and fucking his hollow cheeks, Namjoon and Hoseok seemed to take pleasure in Yoongi’s filthy words as they jerked their cocks close to his face. Taehyung could smell their masculine scents oozing with sex.

Seokjin meanwhile had stopped halfway down the bed, his body crouching down as his hand reached up to fondle Taehyung’s sensitive nipple. “Got such pretty tits, Taehyung,” Seokjin cooed, flicking the perky bud. Taehyung let out a whimper, pushing down his chest for more contact. Seokjin’s hands toyed and pinched his pink peaks, quickly stiffening with how good it felt for the eldest to touch him like that. “You’re so cute, look at your nipples. They’re so stiff and hard for us, aren’t they, Tae?”

Taehyung released Yoongi’s cock with a pop long enough to respond with a guttural moan to Seokjin. “Hnnng, yeah, hyung. My nipples are—ah!—so sensitive. L-like it when you play with them.”

“That’s right, baby, the prettiest nipples,” Seokjin crooned, his fingers still twisting and squeezing. Delicious pain shot through Taehyung’s veins with every touch and he could see Seokjin’s other hand wandering down between his legs from the corner of his eye.

Yoongi growled and loosened his hold on Taehyung only to be taken over by Jeongguk. “H-hyung,” the younger boy whimpered, “want you to suck my cock too.”

“So needy, Jeonggukie-ah,” Taehyung chuckled, “come give me your cock, baby. I want to suck you until you’re coming down my throat.”

The youngest let out a small whine at the thought, quickly replacing Yoongi to take his spot in front of Taehyung. He sucked Jeongguk’s cock hard, rounded the head with the press of his tongue and stroked up from the base to the tip. Jeongguk moaned in pleasure as Taehyung deep throated him, gagging slightly around the thick cock. “Such a nice fat cock, Jeongguk-ah,” Taehyung groaned around the boy’s member.

Namjoon took Taehyung’s hand and wrapped it around his own cock. “Come on, love,” he sweetly said, “stroke my cock, yeah?” Taehyung nodded and, with his lips still enveloping Jeongguk’s cock, started to tug on Namjoon’s length. He watched, mesmerized, by the uncut skin of his friend’s dick, observing how the foreskin would shift back to reveal the head only to disappear again into the layer.

It wasn’t long before Jeongguk was coming down Taehyung’s throat, warm semen slipping down as he swallowed every last drop. Jeongguk was always the fastest, never being able to control himself for long when it came to sex. It was cute and innocent, just the way all his hyungs liked it. Jeongguk stepped back then and let Taehyung focus his attention on pleasing Namjoon and Hoseok, who took Jeongguk’s place and began to fuck into his mouth. While Jeongguk had let Taehyung take control, Hoseok was more aggressive, pushing into Taehyung’s mouth, past his tongue, and enjoying how great it felt to choke Taehyung with his dick. Sweat beaded his forehead as he pushed into the younger boy’s mouth, panting heavily. “Fuck, Tae, your mouth is so hot and so good. You’re such a cockslut, like all of our cocks don’t you? You’d probably take all of us at the same time if you could. We’d fuck all your holes, baby.”

Taehyung trembled with his words, thighs shaking. The stimulation in his ass already had him shaking, his hand and mouth busy entertaining his friends. He felt so, so filthy being used like a little fucktoy, but he loved every second of it. It was true he absolutely loved having his holes filled, being fucked out of his mind, but damn if the attention from all his friends didn’t drive him to the edge.

Namjoon spilled into his hand then, white coating his digits as Namjoon fucked out his orgasm between his fingers. He breathed heavily and placed a soft kiss on Taehyung’s forehead, thanking him quietly, before joining Jeongguk on Namjoon’s bed. Taehyung watched as the two started to kiss and make out, Jeongguk letting out whines that echoed across the room.

Seokjin was stroking his cock near Taehyung’s face, his lips stained with Jeongguk’s and Hoseok’s come and his hand grossly humid with Namjoon’s. However, Seokjin paid it no mind and instead used Namjoon’s come to lubricate his cock again as he let Taehyung shift his hand up and down. Taehyung’s thumb traced the throbbing head of Seokjin’s cock, digging into the slit and pressing down. He knew Seokjin liked that, knew that Seokjin was close, and he was right when the eldest came with that familiar high-pitched moan. His come only added to the thickness that already coated Taehyung’s fingers, making his hand drip with white like paint.

His mouth was still busy, stuffed full with Hoseok’s cock. “Fuck, baby, just like that, yeah suck it,” Hoseok muttered, swinging his godsent hips just the right way to fuck into every corner of Taehyung’s mouth. “Such a pretty mouth, Tae, made to eat cock,” Hoseok groaned, “but I don’t want to come yet. Not yet.” He said the last part more for himself than Taehyung as he slipped out, holding the base of his cock and squeezing his eyes shut. The elder had a thing for denying himself orgasms and Taehyung couldn’t really complain because he knew how gratifying it was to wait it out.

Taehyung nearly forgot why he was there in the first place until the toy began to drill into him. The machine was relentless, fucking into him at a furious pace that had him writhing and crying into the sheets. Yoongi chuckled behind him and Taehyung glanced over his shoulder to see the elder staring at it so intently. Taehyung could’ve imagined what a fucking sight he must’ve been. A toy pounding into him, sliding in at an inhuman tempo that had him mewling and crying tears. Everything felt so overwhelming, his lungs tightening in his chest, and he wanted to come so, so badly but the cock ring was holding him back.

Yoongi was the next to finish as he fucked his hand hard to the sight of Taehyung’s ass getting split open by the machine. It truly was a magnificent piece of art and Taehyung being pounded in such a way should’ve been displayed in a museum. He jerked his cock a few more times before he was painting Taehyung’s pretty, tanned ass with streaks of ivory. His moan resounded through Taehyung’s body, stiffening his body even more and fueling his desire to come. “Good boy, Tae, you did so well,” he grunted, giving his butt a light slap.

The machine was still fucking into him, leaving no room for mercy until Jimin took it upon his own hands to release Taehyung of his misery. The boy was quiet as he switched it off and helped Taehyung move with his jelly-like limbs, and Taehyung didn’t know why until Jimin pulled Taehyung onto his lap, the slightly younger boy letting out a squeak as he did so. His ass was still raw, his hole hanging open, and Jimin slipped into him easily.

“Can I fuck you, Tae? Want me to finish you off, baby?” Jimin murmured softly. Although most might think that perhaps Yoongi had the most sadistic side of the group, Jimin had to be on top of that list. He had a delighted twinkle in his eye seeing Taehyung squirming in pain, tear streaks down his face.

“P-please, Jiminie, I want to c-come.”

Jimin gave him a look of feigned sympathy, brushing his long bangs away from his face as he placed a deep kiss on Taehyung’s lips. For a second, Taehyung thought that he was done, that he would get what he wanted. But instead, Jimin whispered against his lips, “Not yet, baby.”

His entire body tensed at his words as he stared at Jimin incredulously. “W-what? Why?”

The man blinked at him as if the answer was obvious. “Well, Hoseokie and I haven’t come, have we? You’re our little fuck toy, baby, so you can’t come until we do.”

Taehyung let out a small, hopeless whimper. He knew, of course, that he could safeword out anytime and that all of them would be quick to stop, but… he didn’t want to. He nodded obediently and Jimin smiled, softly whispering how he was such a good boy for listening.

“Now, once you ride me and I come inside you, and Hoseok finishes too, you’ll be allowed to come. Sound good?”

“Y-yes,” Taehyung stammered.

Jimin gave his ass a light pat to go ahead. Easing Jimin in and out of him turned out to be a feat. His legs were so sore and so was his ass, but it still felt so good to have Jimin’s big cock filling him up again. It was just the right size to fit into his ass, his rim seeming to mold around the length. He slowly rode the other boy, letting his cock slide in and out of his fucked out hole. It was mind-numbingly good to have an actual dick inside of him after being screwed senseless by a piece of machinery. Jimin’s cock felt warm and snug inside of him, felt so good and filled him up real tight. Jimin kept his hands on Taehyung’s hips and helped guide his rise and fall. However, he then began to pick up the pace by lifting up his hips in tempo with Taehyung’s sinking down on his cock. It hit deep inside of him, hit him hard, and it happened over and over again.

Taehyung slammed his eyes shut and lost himself in the pure, unadulterated sensations that drove him to the brink. But fuck if that cock ring wasn’t a pain. While Jimin filled his ass with the heat of his pleasure, Taehyung was left dryly unsatisfied once again, writhing in pain as his ass tightened around Jimin and milked him dry. He leaned forward, breathing hard against Jimin’s shoulder.

“You did so well, Tae,” Jimin murmured softly, “you’re almost there, baby. Thank you for this.”

“Anytime, Jiminie,” he said—or so he thought, because he figured his voice sounded like garbled gibberish at that point. Jimin slipped out of him, come dripping out of his hole lewdly, and stepped aside.

When Taehyung looked up in desperate seek for Hoseok, the elder looked about ready to combust. He quickly pulled Taehyung to his lap, allowing Taehyung to straddle his body. Gently, he tugged the ring off, finally releasing Taeyung of his misery as he wept in appreciation. Hoseok wrapped both their cocks in his hand, stroking them together and tugging on the lengths. It felt so good to finally have some friction on his cock as blood began to return his ability to feel. Hoseok curled his fingers around and jerked them both hard and fast, the two panting in synchrony with the beating of their hearts.

Taehyung could practically taste his climax. It was so close. He could just—oh fuck. Hoseok poured out his come first before Taehyung followed suit, their liquids mixing together into a pool that drenched Taehyung’s sheets. Hoseok kept going, pumping their cocks together and drawing out their orgasms for as long as possible. Every part of Taehyung was aching and screaming, but everything felt so fucking good that he really couldn’t complain.

“H-holy shit, hyung,” Taehyung whined, weak fingers trying to get Hoseok to relent, but the elder wanted Taehyung to get the most out of it, wringing his cock of every drop of come.

“Good job, Tae, you did so fucking good, baby,” Hoseok smiled, tired as he finally slumped back, hand hanging limp by his side.

Taehyung was about to fall asleep from the exhaustion that drained every fibre of his being. However, he was alerted awake when he felt the ground disappear from beneath him. He looked up lazily to see Namjoon smiling softly at him, the world swaying before him. The elder gently lowered him down into a tub filled with warm water to soothe the pain, Taehyung letting out a hissed cry with his skin touching the heat. “We’ll get you all cleaned up and tuck you into bed, Taehyung-ah,” Namjoon said, grabbing the softest sponge they had as he began to scrub Taehyung clean of all the grime.

“T-tired, hyung,” Taehyung mumbled, sleep weighing down heavy on his eyelids.

Namjoon smiled as the others lurked behind them, preparing everything Taehyung needed to settle into bed peacefully. “You did well today, Tae. We’ll take good care of you.”

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watch me – day 26

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin

➵ Prompt: Exhibitionism ↪ content: camboy, blowjob, rimming, spanking

➵ Word Count: 3,047 words

“Good evening, everyone,” Yoongi smiled at the camera. His laptop screen displayed a small rectangular frame that showed him how he looked to his audience. And he looked fucking delicious if he had to admit. He had moisturized his skin nicely with some of that fragrant body shop stuff from one of his viewers, stuck on a worn-out t-shirt that his audience loved, and a pair of cotton panties his boyfriend had gifted him last Christmas.

Perfect.

The comments began rolling in, stacking atop one another to welcome back Yoongi into his channel. He smirked at the attention, basked in it. The main reason Yoongi made his account was due to his desperation for money. The second was because he adored being adored. It was simple really—a double win situation for him.

"It's nice to see you all back here with me," he gave a little wave, greeting some of the usernames that stood out to him, mainly those who had been around for much longer that Yoongi tended to recognize them in the message box. "Today, I've got something special planned for all of you."

Yoongi on camera was a brat. He acted like a brat who needed to be punished, reveled in the punishments and instructions thrown his way by his viewers who loved seeing him cry into his sheets as he split his ass open with one of his many toys. Or two at once if he felt like it.

However, it was different with his boyfriend of two years. "I've got a very special guest with me. Now, it's taken me very long to convince him to come on so I hope you all give him a very warm welcome. Baby, come here." Yoongi offered an open hand out to Jimin who was shying away on the side, watching his boyfriend curiously. He fidgeted for a while and Yoongi quirked an eyebrow in question, as if asking if he was okay.

With a newly resolute smile, Jimin nodded and stepped into the camera. He was clad in one of Yoongi's shirts, a pink one that matched the shade of his hair and the softness of this skin. And soon, the glow of his ass.

"That's right, this is my boyfriend, Jimin. Say hi, baby," he nudged Jimin lightly with his shoulder with an encouraging smile.

"Hi," Jimin whispered shyly.

Yoongi chuckled, sliding an arm around the boy's waist. It always seemed to comfort Jimin and it was no different this time when he felt his boyfriend melt into him. "Louder, baby."

"Hello, I'm Jimin," Jimin beamed, eyes crinkling this time into adorable crescents.

The comments section blew up, beginning to fill up with small tips, minor donations to urge them continue. Everyone was praising Jimin for being so cute and brave, for being so pretty. Jimin went wide-eyed as he attempted to keep track of what everyone was saying. It was proving difficult considering Yoongi had thousands of subscribers and hundreds of them were active in the comments at the same time.

"Look at that, baby," Yoongi brightened proudly, "everyone thinks you're so pretty, they love your thick lips."

Jimin blushed shyly at the praise, tugging on the hem of his shirt. "Ah, thank you so much. I appreciate all your comments."

"Now, you guys get to decide what I'll be doing to Jiminie here today," Yoongi nuzzled his nose into his boyfriend's neck, breathing in his sweet scent. "We're going to have so much fun today so we'll leave it up to the highest bidders. Of course, we're only going to be doing those that we're comfortable with so try to go easy on us today."

Yoongi's sweet voice seemed to appease his audience as they began commenting easier suggestions, ones that seemed to put Jimin's heart at ease. They talked for a little while and Jimin would introduce more of himself to Yoongi's viewers as they tossed questions his way. It was endearing to see how the two parts of his life mingled together.

He had been nervous when he told Jimin about what he was doing but his boyfriend had taken it in stride (that was, after panicking for a good amount of time about how it was holy shit, this is big news). However, they made a pact. As long as Yoongi didn't touch anyone else, Jimin didn't mind if Yoongi kept his show going.

"Alright, let's see what we have," Yoongi skimmed through the requests, scrolling down the list and rearranging it by bids. "So highest bid is for… a collar." Yoongi turned to look at Jimin then whose lips parted in surprise. "What do you think, babe? Think you can handle it?"

Jimin bit on his bottom lip and nodded, his shy smile masking his eagerness.

Yoongi chuckled knowingly, "Jiminie here loves chokers and necklaces, so getting a collar won't be a big deal for him." He moved down the list again, "And second we have rimming. Perfect, I love eating Jimin out. Good job, taestydick." Jimin giggled cutely at the username.

After reading out the last of it and picking out the ones they can and would like to do, Yoongi pointed down to his lap, which would display on the screen as a signal to click on the premium channel. "Now, if you all are ready, follow us to the premium channel and we're going to give you a very good time."

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Jimin let out a small whine when Yoongi tugged on the strap, the black leather tightening around his neck and cutting off his air flow. However, the younger followed suit, crawling over to Yoongi and slotting their lips together. Their tongues battle together, wet and sloppy, Yoongi swallowing every one of Jimin's gasps as his hands roamed his boyfriend's chest. He was growing impatient, quickly tugging the shirt over his head and flinging it aside carelessly.

"H-hyung," Jimin whimpered, "want your cock in my mouth."

God, Jimin was always such a little minx in bed. He never thought his boyfriend could be any sexier than when he was a tease, but Jimin begging was in another league altogether. The boy would lean forward on his hands and knees as Yoongi faced him. The two of them were situated in front of the camera, too clouded by their hazy lust to pay attention to the comments filling up with compliments for the couple.

"Okay, baby," Yoongi murmured, hands reaching down to tug his panties off. He had given his audience a good show earlier, shaking his ass and lifting up his shirt tantalizingly so they could get a good glimpse of his pert ass. Then he had shown off Jimin's—Jimin's perfect, supple, thick ass that he loved to nibble on. His boyfriend had a grade A ass that anyone would tap, that was a fact.

Jimin barely spared a glance at the lens that kept adjusting to focus on him. The only thing he could keep his eyes on was Yoongi's pair of underwear. A pretty striped one with pastel pink and pure white, completed with a pink bow in the middle. If he didn't know that Yoongi could fuck the living daylights out of him, he would be attempting to fuck the living daylights out of Yoongi.

"Wait," Jimin halted his movements and instead shifted forward, nosing into Yoongi's crotch. It stirred something in him to see the pretty head of Yoongi's cock, pink and throbbing, peeking out from the hem. Yoongi was decently sized, big enough to always have Jimin whimpering whenever he slid in for the first time. But seeing the length stuffed into such a tiny piece of lingerie had Jimin moaning internally. "You're so pretty, hyung, so cute like this. Your cock looks so nice all framed pretty like a picture," he giggled, toying with the head lightly with the tip of his finger.

Yoongi released a deep moan when the pad of his finger pressed down against the slit, Jimin swirling it around and pressing his sensitive cock against the pair. "J-Jimin-ah, come on. Hyung wants your mouth."

The younger nodded, smiling tauntingly at his boyfriend, before he opened his mouth and his teeth caught the lace trimming. He pulled it down slightly, hands-free, just enough to have Yoongi's cock popping free. The thick shaft bobbed lightly against Yoongi's stomach as the elder squeezed his eyes shut to the gorgeous sight of Jimin's eyes widening in delight, his full lips separating in an anticipatory sign.

"So pretty," Jimin murmured thoughtfully, his hands lifting to wrap around the length. Jimin—Jimin had small hands, adorable hands. They could barely manage to wrap around the cock as Jimin began to stroke him slowly, brows furrowed in concentration as he zoned in on every twitch of muscle Yoongi produced, every escaped choke he let out. Jimin knew the ins and outs of Yoongi's pleasure, knew how to curl his fingers, twisting them ever so lightly and tightening to squeeze a satisfied moan from the man's lips.

However, Jimin was even better at giving head. His lips—God, his fucking gorgeous lips—slid over the head, stretching around the bulbous tip to accommodate it into his mouth. Yoongi watched, dazed, as his member disappeared, inch by inch, ever so slowly into the tight, overwhelming heat of Jimin's mouth. The slickness of his saliva coated his cock almost immediately, layering it with liquid that eased his process of sliding the shaft in and out of his mouth. Jimin circled his tongue around the length in swirls, hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked Yoongi deep into his mouth. His jaw relaxed as Yoongi began pushing into his mouth, hips moving slowly as he fucked the insides of his cheeks.

"God," Yoongi purred, "you look so pretty sucking my cock like this. Look at everyone watching you." He nodded his head to his screen where the comments were blowing up. "They love you so much, Jiminie. They think you're so pretty taking my cock like a good boy."

Jimin moaned around his cock, the hum sending electricity shooting through his veins. It almost felt like having one of his vibrators attached to his cock. Fuck. Jimin seemed motivated by Yoongi's words, sucking him in harder and faster, had Yoongi's toes curling into his sheets as his fingers buried themselves in Jimin's thick locks.

"That's right, baby," Yoongi cooed again, "everyone loves how well you take my cock. You're such a good boy." Jimin shivered at the phrases of praises leaving Yoongi's mouth, delighting in them. He smiled around Yoongi's cock as he suckled and licked up his boyfriend's length. What he couldn't fit into his mouth, his hands would cover, stroking down to the base and tugging on his balls. Yoongi hissed when Jimin scraped his teeth lightly over the skin, pulling his head back by a yank of his hair. "Fuck, baby, you're going to make me come like that. I don't want to come just yet."

The younger whined slightly, lips jutting out in a protesting pout. "I want to suck your cock again."

"Won't let myself come yet, baby," Yoongi grinned, "I want to taste that pretty, thick ass of yours first." He patted Jimin's cheek, urging him to shift positions to get on all fours. Jimin did as he was told, this type with his ass facing the camera. Yoongi kneeled on the side for a little while, hands spreading apart Jimin's ass to grant his subscribers a magnificent view of his puckered hole stretching and closing with every movement. "Isn't he cute, everyone? His hole is so tight, just begging to be fucked open." Messages of agreement filled the chat box along with gracious donations from appreciative viewers. "God, Jiminie, you're such a tease. Everyone loves looking at this gorgeous ass of yours," Yoongi crawled off the bed to shift the camera closer to his ass, giving everyone a nice close up of Jimin squirming around uncomfortably.

Jimin tossed a look over his shoulder, one of desperation and pure hunger. "H-hyung, please. Can you eat me out? I-I wanna feel your tongue buried deep inside my ass."

Yoongi took a deep breath and nodded, settling himself in front of Jimin's ass and leaning forward. First, he pressed his tongue against the base of Jimin's cock where his balls were, teasing them as he pushed Jimin forward into the bed. Then he dragged it all the way up to the hole, shoving it in and eliciting a pretty suqeka out of his boyfriend who hadn't been expecting the sudden intrusion. Yoongi worked quickly, tongue expertly swirling around to stretch out his opening, then pushing in again to fight against the tightening muscles.

Growling, he let his hand fly and come down on Jimin's ass. The crack resounding throughout the room and surely to be picked up by the microphone on his camera. He could see the skin beginning to turn a subtle shade of red and the caveman in him growled in excitement. It was so pretty, too pretty. He loved how fast Jimin's skin caved to color, how the soft creaminess glowed a brighter red with every blow he landed unsparingly on his boyfriend's ass.

Jimin jerked forward with every hit, gasping a choked breath as he tried to keep his cock from reacting too much to the spanks. But it was near impossible when Yoongi was unrelenting, barely giving him two seconds to catch his breath and control his desire before bringing his hand down on his skin again. His ass was stinging, throbbing. It was so, so sensitive, but that made it even better for Yoongi who was taking pleasure in the fact that Jimin was whining and mewling uncontrollably.

His ass was so pained, aching with the lasting imprint of Yoongi's palm on his skin. But that action had amplified his sensitivity, making every cool touch of Yoongi's tongue even more worth it each time. The pain was too much, his skin was burning like the sun had kissed him. Yoongi soothed it gently with his palm, softly, sweetly. However, his mouth was merciless as he buried his nose deeper into the crack of his ass as his tongue delved deep, stroking the walls and forcing it open.

"Yoongi, Yoongi," Jimin panted, "I'm going to—fuck—I'm going to come, baby."

Yoongi pulled away long enough to take a breath of fresh air, grinning proudly as he looked back over his shoulder to check the comment box. Everyone was enthusiastic, talking about how pretty Jimin's voice was all high-pitched and raspy with desire. "Look at you, honey," Yoongi beamed smugly, "everyone fucking loves you. You should be here all the time. You love being watched anyway, everyone would love to see you get your ass wrecked."

"Y-yeah, oh God, I want that," Jimin panted hungrily, nudging his ass back for more stimulation. Judging by the way his cock was dripping precome messily all over his sheets, twitching uncontrollably, Jimin was close to his climax.

"Okay, baby, think you can come for all of us?" Yoongi detached the camera from the tripod, ushering Jimin to switch position and lie on his back, legs lifted up over Yoongi's shoulder. Instead of having the camera settle, Yoongi held it in his hand as he hovered it above Jimin, giving the viewers a complete view of his abs that flexed with its line shifting as he took deep breaths. "So pretty, Jiminie baby," Yoongi praised and Jimin's face scrunched up in delight.

"Hyung, please, please, wanna come," Jimin pleaded.

Yoongi lifted the camera to give a glimpse of his face, cheeks puffed up, eyes blown wide, lips swollen. God, Jimin really was a sight to behold. "Ask them, baby, ask them if you can come."

Jimin moaned in annoyance but knew he had no other choice. "Can I pretty please come? I really, really want to come for hyung."

His boyfriend chuckled, pleased, and glanced to his screen. Their audience were quickly throwing in their donations and tips, urging Jimin to come and thanking him for being such a good boy for all of them. "Okay, baby, let's finish you off, yeah?" Somehow, Yoongi managed to maneuver into a position where he could hold the camera up to Jimin's cock, a wonderful picture of the member leaking and pulsating painfully, as he mouthed at his rim again. Yoongi's teeth caught onto the entrance, tugging lightly as he sank his tongue back in, swirling it harder and faster.

Jimin came with heavy breaths then, come streaking across his chest and stomach in an abstract design that deserved to be framed in a modern art museum. Yoongi continued to eat him out, pushing him to milk more of his orgasm out for his viewers. The boy's labored breathing caused his chest to rise and fall as he tried to regain his composure, legs still quaking with the force of his orgasm.

He slumped back, hair matted against his forehead with the sweat that had collected on his face. Yoongi chuckled, proud of having gotten Jimin to get off on his very first (and hopefully not last) cam show. He shifted upwards to come face to face with his boyfriend, leaning forward to place a sweet kiss on his lips.

"You did good, babe," Yoongi whispered, hopefully small enough that only Jimin would catch this intimate moment and not the rest of his watchers.

Jimin's eyes softened, his face visibly relaxing as it did every time he was coming down from his high. Yoongi felt a thudding in his chest, his heart beating aloud his love for this wonderful, incredible boy whom he was so lucky to have. "Yeah?" he murmured back, "did they like it?"

Yoongi smirked, rolling his eyes. "Do you even need to ask? You were fuckin' wonderful, you killed it. We raked in a lot, I'll treat you to a nice dinner sometime."

"Mmm," he hummed happily, "sounds like a good deal. But for now—" Jimin snatched away the camera from Yoongi's grasp before flipping them around, holding the device up so it would catch Yoongi's face. "I'm going to finish sucking you off and you're going to come for everyone. Okay, baby?"

Yoongi has created a monster.

He laughed, "Okay, baby."

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i’m yours – day 31

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Jeon Jeongguk

➵ Prompt: Supernatural   ↪ content: vampires, blood drinking/play, handjob, addiction 

➵ Word Count: 3,477 words

There was almost something ephemeral to the experience. The action in and of itself was already something to cock an eyebrow at, the question of its ethicality raised in the midst of the blinding, authenticity of the sensations. But Taehyung was never one to ask a lot, or consider too much, about things he enjoyed.

The existence of such beings had been debated over centuries, arguments and ideas passed down over generations. The possibility of supernaturals—creatures unlike themselves—was a topic that people would rather not touch upon, in the chance that they might actually be true.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was fascinated by it. Ever since he was a child, perhaps he had always had a penchant towards the mythical and the strange. This included the monsters that his parents so pathetically despised. It was always the fear ingrained in them, rather than the actual loathing, that turned them away from the otherworldly beings. While they joined forces with the townspeople to supposedly rid the world of such a presence, raising their stakes and screaming their cries of freedom, Taehyung had done some investigating of his own.

It was due to his inquisitions that he found The Den. It wasn't a lair per se, no, vampires knew how to mould themselves into the community in order to eschew suspicion. The Den was somewhat of a safe haven, a place to gather for the children of the night. Taehyung had stumbled upon it one night after having trailed the traces of a human who had been running his mouth with the enthusiasm about the foul creatures. The kid had always been a little too mad, too obsessed with them. The villagers quickly and quietly found their way to banish him. Taehyung was smarter, of course, and ensured that his curiosity was never more than quiet questions whenever his parents were feeling especially manic about the issue.

Taehyung stepped into the bar filled with drunken patrons and jolly music. These were the humans who believed that The Den was a place that only served to cater to their needs for alcohol and feasts. Behind the bar stood Seokjin—a man Taehyung had grown accustomed to with how welcoming he was unlike the others. “Taehyung, here again?” he smiled, wiping down glasses, “I was expecting you tomorrow.”

“Figured I’d pull through today, I need to help my parents with the farm tomorrow,” Taehyung replied easily, tugging on his knapsack. That was half a lie. He still had time tomorrow to come to The Den, but he had an itching to go that night as well.

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, suspicion beginning to gnaw at his mind. “Tae, are you—”

“I’m fine,” he interrupted, “really.”

Seokjin had warned him very early on into his contract that there was an addictive aspect to the job. Taehyung knew that, was perfectly aware of how good everything felt when he was on that high. But he had always been more stubborn and resistant, he figured it wouldn’t be too bad. He should’ve known better. Now that he’s had a taste or two of the absolute euphoria, it was difficult to distance himself from it. However, he offered another reassuring grin at Seokjin who still looked doubtful.

“Alright,” Seokjin conceded, “make sure to tell Namjoon that I’m limiting you to one tonight. You had two the other day, we should give you some time to recuperate.”

Taehyung laughed, waving away the man’s worries, “I’m fine, hyung. I bounce back pretty fast.”

“I mean it,” the elder shot him another stern look, “tell Namjoon. If you don’t, I’m restricting your access.”

Swallowing the threat and letting it sink, Taehyung nodded obediently. “I will, cross my heart,” he promised. Seokjin gestured for him to enter down the dark hallway that had been marked off to everyone else. The passage wasn’t very long, but it went deep enough to hide the secrets behind closed doors. Taehyung pushed it open to be greeted by the receptionist and self-proclaimed manager, Namjoon. “Hey, hyung.”

“Taehyung, I wasn’t expecting you today. Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” Namjoon asked, tilting his head. What was it with everyone? Taehyung wasn’t a baby, he wasn’t fragile.

“I’m good, ready to go again.”

Namjoon stared at him with a deeper frown than Seokjin’s. He had always been the more observational one, more peculiar about noting people’s quirks. Taehyung forced his face to remain stoic as he regarded Namjoon in return. “Um, okay, I guess we can take you. We don’t have anymore clients for the night except—oh, this one’s your favorite.”

Taehyung’s heart lurched to his throat. His favorite. He already knew who it was. “Yeah? He’s coming tonight?”

The elder’s lips tipped up in a smirk. “Considering he only ever wants you, he must’ve sensed that you were coming.”

“I bet,” Taehyung murmured, “I’ll  be with him then. Is he here already?”

“Right here, darling.” The voice came as a whisper that snaked a shiver down Taehyung’s spine before he felt the cool touch of the vampire against his back. Taehyung stiffened. “Good evening, Namjoon, I see Taehyung has arrived.”

His words seemed to trigger another inkling of hesitation in Namjoon. Taehyung watched as the two regarded each other with cool eyes, expressions that meant nothing good for either of them. Namjoon was older than Jeongguk and stronger, he could easily take the man down. But Jeongguk was faster and had the built that could easily fling Namjoon across the room. “Jeon, did you—”

“Shall we set up?” Jeongguk smiled, baring his teeth seemingly innocently. Namjoon squinted at him again. “I’ve got a long night ahead of me.”

“The private room, I assume,” Namjoon said, running the pad of his finger down his sheet of booked and open rooms. “Fourth room on the west wing,” he recited, snatching up a key from behind him and tossing it over.

Jeongguk caught it without even blinking. With one last satisfied smile, he led Taehyung down another hallway. Taehyung could feel tingles lead up his arm from where his fingers were intertwined with the vampire’s, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Warm, alive. Unlike Jeongguk’s. His had been dead a long time ago. The room was a constant for the two of them—where they would meet and interact, leaving the two of them with a feeling of utter bliss that couldn’t compare to any other sensations. Taehyung seated himself comfortably on the bed and Jeongguk had closed the door with a small click, before turning around to face him. The kid was younger, had been turned when he just reached adulthood at the raw age of 19. Taehyung—Taehyung was still aging. He didn’t know how old Jeongguk really was.

There was a near predatory look in Jeongguk’s eyes as he scanned Taehyung from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. Taehyung shrunk in his seat, wondering if he should be doing anything until he felt a slight breeze brush past him and Jeongguk was already seated by his side, hands working away at his buttons as he hummed happiliy to himself. If Jeongguk hadn’t been a vampire, he perhaps could’ve passed as a siren. His voice was soft and melodious, the kind of voice that could soothe you down and render you impotent, ready for the taking.

“You’ve got the prettiest skin, Taehyung,” Jeongguk murmured softly. He coaxed Taehyung back onto the bed, sheets silky underneath his fingertips, mattress allowing him to sink into the material. Taehyung felt himself relax considerably before Jeongguk hovered above him, nose running over the sensitive skin of his neck, up to the back of his ear. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent that was so uniquely Taehyung. “Such nice skin, even nicer blood. I can hear it, baby,” Jeongguk’s lips twitched, flashing a hint of his sharp teeth.

Taehyung swallowed around nothing, hoping to calm his racing heart, but even then he could already feel his skin start to tingle in anticipation. His heart thudded louder in his chest and he knew, he just knew, Jeongguk could hear it too.

The kid smiled, pressing a soft kiss on the column of his neck that had Taehyung tilting his head further, hoping that he could offer more of him to Jeongguk. “Nervous?” he questioned quietly.

“No,” Taehyung responded earnestly. They had done this times before, maybe even a dozen times. Taehyung had lost count. However, each and every time, Jeongguk would never fail to leave him in a state of utter rapture. The feelings would sink and imprint onto his very bones, etching onto his skin like a temporary tattoo for a few days before the high would disappear again.

“Good,” Jeongguk grinned, teeth in full view this time. Taehyung eyed his fangs carefully, cautiously, with a gaze filled with curiosity. “I’m going to drink you up, baby,” Jeongguk whispered onto his skin again, hot breath ghosting over his weakest spots. He dragged his lips up to meet Taehyung’s, fixing them together so they could move in sync to the tempo of Taehyung’s heartbeat. As his heart echoed in his eardrums, Taehyung could only focus on the soft feel of Jeongguk’s lips against his.

Despite the man’s cold-hearted character, Taehyung could always feel heat emanating from his mouth whenever they kissed—puffed, warm breaths shared in between parted lips. “G-Guk,” Taehyung stuttered, tipping his chin further to the side so Jeongguk could have more access of his neck.

Jeongguk chuckled, bumping their noses together in a seemingly innocent gesture. The wildfire in his eyes indicated otherwise, they signaled the hunger swirling in his irises and thrumming through his veins. “Ever the eager one, are we?” he teased, teeth barely grazing over Taehyung’s skin. It certainly wasn’t enough to hurt, let alone slice through the surface, but it was enough to have the elder’s back arching in excitement. Taehyung released a small whimper when he realized that Jeongguk was only toying with him.

“You’re mean,” Taehyung pouted, bottom lip jutting out adorably.

He couldn’t resist. Jeongguk leaned forward and captured it between his teeth, sinking his teeth down ever so slightly to break the thin layer. Taehyung let out a small gasp as the tangy taste of blood coated his tongue. Jeongguk was quicker though, tongue swiftly darting out to lap up the intoxicating liquid. One he had been craving for quite some time. A guttural moan slipped past his lips, the sound almost animalistic. The taste of Taehyung’s blood on his tongue was like sugar, an addicting ingredient crucial to his every meal. While he relied mostly on blood bags and animals, there was nothing better than the flavor of fresh blood directly from the source.

Vampires were still creatures after all, they were far from human, and much too different from faunas Taehyung often spotted in the woods. They had their instincts and their share of interests. Their carnal urge relied heavily on feasting upon those half of their kind. Humans. Jeongguk had enough self-restraint to halt himself from massacring entire villages to delight himself in the occasional dessert. So he relied on places like The Den, places that catered to the sporadic desire to give into his survival tendencies.

“Sweet,” Jeongguk muttered, licking up Taehyung’s lips as the elder wrangled his fingers into Jeongguk’s shirt to pull him closer. “You taste even sweeter today, maybe it’s your desperation talking.”

“Jeongguk, fuck, please—”

“You’ve got a filthy mouth on you, baby,” Jeongguk smirked, teeth baring once again as he ran them over the vein pulsing in Taehyung’s neck. He could practically smell the blood, hear it pumping at a good pace through the boy’s system. “Do you want my hand on you today?”

Taehyung bit on his bottom lip, regretting it almost instantly when he felt the sting from the newly recovering wound. “Y-yes, please.”

Jeongguk aimed to please, after all. Taehyung had always given him what he wanted and went even beyond, so this was the least Jeongguk could do. Especially since the boy was a kinky little fuck who got off on being drank from. The younger helped Taehyung shimmy out of his pants, leaving him bare from waist down. “No underwear?” Jeongguk quirked an eyebrow.

At that, the elder blushed slightly. “Got too excited, I barely woke up before I stumbled over.”

“Cute,” Jeongguk laughed, a delightful sound that had Taehyung’s heart bubbling with joy. “Ready, baby?” he asked, searching Taehyung’s eyes for any sign of hesitation. He never found it, not in all his appointments with the boy, but it didn’t hurt to make sure. Taehyung gave him the nod.

If Jeongguk had a heart, perhaps it would be beating aloud, threatening to fall out of his chest with excitement. However, for now, he would settle on the other physical sensations. His teeth sank down on Taehyung’s flesh, the sharp fangs immediately catching and ripping through the skin. Blood almost instantly poured out of the lesion. The sweetness that flooded his mouth was almost unbearably delicious. Every touch of blood upon his tongue was like a new form of enlightenment.

Taehyung, on the other hand, could feel the blinding pleasure that came with the feeding. On his side, he could feel his insides warm and tremble. Every inch of his being felt as if he had been placed in the most paradisiacal place anyone could ever imagine to exist. It was like the touch of heaven, like God himself had come down to place a doting hand on his shoulder. The world seemed to glitter before his eyes as Jeongguk continued to mouth at the opening, the scarlet fluid trickling into his mouth in small doses. “Mm, J-Jeongguk, f-feels so good,” Taehyung whined, a little breathless.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” Jeongguk growled, arm sliding underneath the boy to pull him closer. The monstrous side of him came to take charge, overwhelming him with the compulsion to drink, drink, drink. He wanted to drain Taehyung of every drop of blood, wanted to savor the taste on his tongue as the man continued to give him what he wanted.

The elder went pliant in his arms, limbs softening into jello and body weakening with the sublime sensations. It was as if his soul had left his mortal presence to ascend into the heavens. The taste of death has never been sweeter and Taehyung would happily embrace it if needed. The warmth seemed to travel down south, his blood running to the thickness between his legs.

Even before he arrived, he could already feel himself hardening, the desire for his master accumulating in the erection he held. Jeongguk had it then, fingers wrapped around it skillfully as he began to stroke the length. The pure gratification that came from Jeongguk’s mouth drinking him dry mingled perfectly with his hand’s ministrations around his cock. Jeongguk knew just how to twist his fingers, how to curl them around his shaft and tug with enough pressure to have Taehyung gasping and whining desperately.

Pleas fell from the elder’s mouth as he attempted to keep his desire in check, but it was proving rather difficult when Jeongguk’s teeth on his skin was still leaving him in a state of absolute ecstasy. His heart beat erratically in his chest, jumping to his mouth when Jeongguk ran his thumb over the slit, finger pushing into it ever so slightly. Taehyung thrust his hips into Jeongguk’s hand, desperately seeking the release he could practically taste.

While he has had the opportunity to come to a climax on his own, there was nothing better than having the young vampire’s touch on his skin, searing a mark so beautiful and permanent yet invisible upon his very being.

“Do you know why, Tae?” Jeongguk grinned, tongue dragging heat across his neck. Taehyung whined quietly, his cock still sliding in between Jeongguk’s fingers. “Do you know why you wanted to come here today?”

“B-because I had time,” Taehyung lied.

Jeongguk snorted disdainfully. Of course, he was never one to buy such pathetic excuses. Not when he was the one who understood Taehyung’s needs best.

“Because I wanted this—wanted you,” the eldeer whispered more honestly this time. Jeongguk rewarded him with cool kisses against his neck and teeth catching the shell of his heart. The younger was already working on closing up the wounds by licking up his skin. Just when Taehyung felt as if he was about ready to rest, his heart sounding a little quieter, Jeongguk’s fangs dug back inside and provoked another burst of blood into his mouth.

Fuck, Taehyung let out a wanton moan. His cock swelled painfully in Jeongguk’s hand, throbbing more achingly each second. Jeongguk giggled cutely, the kind that one would find adorable on young children, however strangely menacing when coming from a man—a monster—such as Jeon Jeongguk. “That’s a good start, do you know why you want me so much?”

Because he liked this. Because he liked the thrill and the high and everything that came in between. Because he liked Jeongguk and his teasing and his perfect hands and mouth. Because he liked being used like a little toy, a human blood bag that these powerful supernaturals could take advantage of and make him feel small.

There were so many reasons—too many even—to list. These were things that Taehyung would maybe never admit aloud, but Jeongguk would comprehend. They were one and the same, but at the same time severely different.

Taehyung’s cock pulsed angrily in the boy’s hold, actively seeking release as he jerked his hips up so Jeongguk could continue to stroke him. However, his next words might just be what set him off.

“Because I own you,” Jeongguk whispered. Owned. Jeongguk owned him. The thought was terrifying yet at the same time, taboo enough to have his blood rushing at an inhuman pace to satisfy Jeongguk who was still drinking his saccharine nectar.

“Y-you own me?” Taehyung echoed, more of a question in surprise. He was much too delirious at that point to understand anything remotely complex, and this perhaps seemed like an issue much better settled if he were sober. Yet, at that moment, he could barely care less.

“I own you,” Jeongguk grunted, squeezing his fingers tight around Taehyung’s cock. “I own you, every part of you, for now and for eternity. I’ve been drinking your blood so often, you’ve had my touch, my bite on parts of you that would leave scars. We are a part of each other, we are bound, Taehyung. You and I.”

Oh fuck. Oh God. Taehyung had heard of such myths, had heard of folk lores passed down through his family and through the townspeople, but not once had he listened. He had been too busy fulfilling the prophecy himself.

“I summoned you here tonight,” Jeongguk growled, eyes flashing a dangerous shade of red. His eyes had always been brown and soft when unharmed, but when his other side was prompted, Taehyung could see the flecks of ruby in his irises, a glow that was undeniably otherworldly. “I made you come here. I planted a seed in your mind, but you nurtured it, you let it grow, until you came to the conclusion that you wanted to come here yourself.”

Christ. What has he done? Taehyung knew that a part of him did want this, did desire the entirety of Jeongguk’s presence and actions. But the younger’s disclosure had rooted a doubt that perhaps—perhaps this wasn’t all him.

But he and Jeongguk, as the man said, were bound then. They were soulmates, blood with blood, skin on skin. They were two beings connected as one.

“You’re beautiful, you’re wonderful, the sweetest thing I have ever feasted upon,” Jeongguk snarled, fingers jerking faster. The rate at which he was stroking Taehyung’s member had the elder writhing into the sheets and sobbing desperately, crying for that high he needed. “But most of all, you are mine.”

There was nothing that could enamor Taehyung more than the idea of being loved and protected, but being owned was in its league of its own. The mere concept of Jeongguk having the entirety of his soul had his heart pumping a different rhythm, his cock pulsating before he was chasing after that climax and reaching his peak. White liquid flowed from the reddened head of his cock, pouring out and coating Jeongguk’s pale fingers with the viscous liquid that could easily be hidden by the color of his digits. It was a pretty sight and Taehyung wished—he could only wish—that he could have this everyday for the rest of his life.

Then again, he and Jeongguk were entwined, their existences secured with a link.

Jeongguk smiled as he stroked Taehyung’s hair afterwards. “What are you, baby?” he whispered, voice soft and gentle, unlike the terrifying growls he had earlier.

“I’m yours.”

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hands down – day 8

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Min Yoongi

➵ Prompt: Roleplay (Police Officer)    ↪ content: spanking, rimming, sucking & fucking object, anal

➵ Word Count: 2,734 words

Yoongi slammed his hands down on the cool hood of the car, palms splayed out as the officer pushed his face down. His cheek pressed up against the metallic surface and he bit his tongue to stop himself from spitting in the guy's face.

"Just your standard procedure, doll,” the officer's baritone voice sliced through the muddled irritation inside his mind.

“Standard my fucking ass,” Yoongi spat, tossing a scathing glare over his shoulder.

The officer smirked, leaning back while keeping two fingers on Yoongi's back as a threat to stay down. “Your ass is above the standard, doll, don't worry. I approve.” 

“Why don't you go fuck yourself?” he hissed when the man began to run his hands down Yoongi's sides, his back, his legs, before smoothing up again. Yoongi couldn't see the cop from his position but growled anyway when the man poked at his ass with what Yoongi guessed was his baton.

It wasn't until he felt the warm breath hit his neck that he realized the officer had leaned over him, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “I'd rather fuck you,” he whispered. His words sent chills snaking down Yoongi's spine. “What's your name, doll?”

“None of your fuckin' business,” Yoongi growled when the man gave Yoongi a smack with his rod.

“Cute name,” the officer chuckled, pushing away from Yoongi again, "I'm Kim Taehyung. Officer Kim Taehyung."

Yoongi threw another dirty look at the man. “Why should I care about that?”

Taehyung smiled, a twinkle in his eye as his hand began to rub slow circles on Yoongi's ass cheek. "So you know what name to scream."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, facing forward again. In the lighting and against the dark window of the car, he could see Taehyung's reflection shift. The man stood back, seeming to peruse Yoongi with his eyes. Yoongi could imagine what a fucking sight he was. Jeans hanging low on his hips, ass up with his bent over position.

“Open your legs for me, baby,” Taehyung instructed.

“Why should I?" Yoongi snarled back, “I don't think this is standard protocol.”

Taehyung laughed, a deep rumble that had Yoongi's stomach warming. “Trust me, if this was standard protocol, I'd have my cock buried inside you by now.” Fuck. Yoongi hated how quickly he reacted to those words, thighs squeezing and cock twitching involuntarily. “Mm, you like that, doll?”

Yoongi wanted to spit in his face, curse him out, and tell him that he had more dignity and pride than that.

But Yoongi didn't.

Have dignity nor pride, that was.

Instead, the officer took his silence as a good response. He pushed open Yoongi's legs and spread out his hand as he stroked up Yoongi's skinny legs, trying to find something, anything. Yoongi's breath hitched in his throat when the man cupped his crotch. “Found it,” he giggled. Dear god, he was going to—

A moan slipped past his lips when Taehyung began to massage the hardness between his thighs.

“Doll, you must be hiding something down here.”

“H-hiding what?” He was a little breathless, squeezing his eyes to attempt to get his boner down. How in the world he was enjoying this idiocy was beyond him.

“Mm, who knows,” Taehyung grinned, “maybe your big, fat cock.”

Oh god. Yoongi jerked forward with his words, teeth biting down on his bottom lip to keep his mouth shut.

“You like that, doll? You want me to see your fat cock? Maybe play with it a little.”

“Over my dead body.”

Taehyung smirked, “Necrophilia isn't my thing, sweetheart. Straighten up.” Yoongi did as told, not wanting to play into the officer's hands—although he literally was when the man rubbed over the front of his shirt and then sliding underneath, his touch cool against the heat of his body. Yoongi have a little shudder and it was due to the fact that the officer's hands were cold, certainly not because his fingers had brushed over his sensitive nipples. “Cute,” Taehyung murmured, before pulling away. Yoongi kicked away the irrational disappointment at the lack of contact. “Why don't you drop your pants for me?"

Yoongi scowled at him again, asking why he should do that.

“Just gotta double check you're really not hiding anything down there.”

“Christ, what could I be—”

Taehyung's hand darted out to catch the bulge between his legs, his words dying in his throat as the officer literally had him by the balls. “Do as I tell you, doll, or it won't be pretty.”

Yoongi found his voice then. “What if I don't want to?”

"Hands on the hood again, doll," Taehyung ordered, a sternness in his voice that had Yoongi complying. He flattened his palms on the car as Taehyung's arms circled him. He swallowed when the officer worked on unbuckling his belt. He didn't say a word when the man tugged his slacks down, revealing his boxers. And he definitely wasn't complaining when Taehyung removed those too, leaving him bare hips down.

Taehyung gave Yoongi's ass a little smack that jolted him forward. The officer placed both his hands on the cheeks, spreading them apart over and over, watching how hypnotizing the soft flesh was moving. Yoongi whined a little at the feeling of his rim being opened up. “Fuck, doll,” Taehyung hissed, “you look so fucking tight, I don't know if I'm going to fit in there.” He ran his index finger lightly over the opening. Yoongi bit back a gasp as his ass squeezed around nothing.

“Who says I'm going to let you?” Yoongi defied.

Something dangerous flashed in Taehyung's eyes, a little teasing, a little menacing. His lips curled into a grin as he raised his baton again, nudging at his ass with it. Yoongi grimaced at the chill from the metal, but more so the feeling of the stiff rod prodding lightly at his opening. “If I don't fit, maybe I can still fuck you with this. You want that, don't you? Get your ass split open.”

Imagining the long thing sliding inside his tight hole, filling him up as his ass clenches around it, had him whining.

“Dirty little fuck, aren't you, doll,” Taehyung laughed. “Hands together on the hood and don't move them.”

“Or what?”

“Or I'll cuff you.”

Yoongi gulped. The idea was tempting and he had half a mind to challenge Taehyung for it, but perhaps he was fearful for further repercussions. Taehyung certainly wasn't against anything that would have Yoongi begging and crying. Not that Yoongi was either.

“Good boy,” Taehyung purred, slipping out a bottle of lube from his pocket and popping the lid open. He squeezed a bit out onto his fingers, giving a dramatic pause in which Yoongi's heart threatened to beat out of his chest, before he immediately pushed a finger into the elder.

A choked sound escaped his mouth. No warning whatsoever. Taehyung moved fast, fingering him with such expertise, adding more fingers and alternating between dancing his fingers around the rim and fucking him open with them. Yoongi was moaning and gasping within a minute, taking way too much pleasure in how quick Taehyung was moving.

“You're so fucking pretty,” Taehyung breathed, eyes wide as he watched Yoongi's ass swallow his fingers. His fingers were buried to his knuckles and he had four inside Yoongi at that point. Yoongi was whimpering and squirming at the delicious sensations that wracked his body, the sounds only encouraging Taehyung. “Bend over, doll, ass up.”

Taehyung rubbed Yoongi's ass at first while shoving his fingers in a furious pace in and out of the elder. Then the resounding crack echoed across the empty space, jerking Yoongi forward as he pressed his cheek against the car. He could practically taste the metal as Taehyung continued to deliver smacks that had his ass stinging and sensitive. Every blow Taehyung delivered only made Yoongi harder and harder, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. Once his ass was ripe and red, Yoongi noticed from his blurry periphery Taehyung crouching.

Holy fucking shit.

Taehyung had leveled his face with Yoongi's cute pink ass before his tongue darted out to push inside the elder's opening. The thick muscle prodded and stroked, forcing itself inside to enjoy every bit of his ass. Taehyung pushed his fingers in and twisted them again and again, the ministrations had Yoongi mewling into his hand that muffled the sounds of pleasure he made. Everything felt fucking incredible. Taehyung was tracing his rim, stuffed full with his fingers, with his tongue. His ass felt so raw but it felt so fucking good to be eaten out like this.

“Doll, you taste so goddamn sweet,” Taehyung commented, his voice dropping a pitch lower, raspy with desire. “I could have your ass everyday.”

Taehyung grabbed his baton again from his belt and walked around the hood to reach Yoongi's face. The younger pushed the tip of it against his lips. “Suck, babe.”

Yoongi's breath caught in his throat. “W-what?” He hated how weak he sounded, more of a pathetic squeak than a question.

“Come on, open up that mouth of yours.” Taehyung insisted, tapping the metal against his closed mouth.

Yoongi swallowed the lump in his throat but did anyway. He parted his lips, tongue heavy inside as Taehyung slid it inside. His lips closed around the tool, letting the tangy taste settle. He hollowed out his cheeks and imagined a cock—Taehyung's cock—and bobbed his head back and forth. He tongued the thing, all the while his gaze zeroed in on the officer who watched as if he was under a spell. The younger man's lips were open, soft pants leaving his mouth as his hand traveled to palm his cock through his thick slacks. Taehyung looked absolutely mesmerized, seeing the ebony stick disappear into the elder's mouth.

He pulled it out with a pop, Yoongi making a sound of protest. Taehyung returned to his initial position behind Yoongi, throat dry as he commanded, “Remember, don't move your hands, doll.”

Taehyung sank down again to his knees, this time poking at his hole with the stick, wet with Yoongi's saliva. He poured more lube onto it, rubbing it just far enough down the length, before eyeing Yoongi's hole. It was slightly wider than when they started but it would still be tight around the metal. Taehyung held back a moan at the thought. Slowly, he eased the tool inside the smaller man, observing how Yoongi's thighs stiffened, his back tensing. “You're taking this so well,” Taehyung muttered.

He pulled it out again, watching how the hole stretched around the girth. He started a rhythm, slow enough to allow Yoongi to adjust, then picking it up so the elder could enjoy the fuck he was giving. Yoongi writhed uncomfortably at the foreign object and gasped and groaned. Taehyung could hear expletives leaving Yoongi as he started to fuck Yoongi harder with the rod. It was like being fucked for real, but the rod was rock hard and Yoongi could feel his ass squeezing tight around it.

“Good job, doll,” Taehyung crooned, “you're doing so fucking well. Look at you. God, you'll look even better takin my dick.”

The certainty of the future of Taehyung's dicking made Yoongi moan again, enjoying how the starting pain had subsided into a deliriously incredible stimulation. It felt so, so good and so wrong at the same time. His lungs closed up on him as his cock continued to twitch in response. Fuck, it was coming.

“P-please,” Yoongi pleaded, tears now welling up in his eyes and beginning to stream down his face.

Taehyung stopped with the sound, quickly letting the object clatter to the ground, as he rushed to the elder's side. His large hands held Yoongi's face as he kissed him deeply, sweetly. “Babe, stay with me.”

“I-I'm good,” Yoongi gulped.

“Color, baby, give me your color.”

“Green, I'm green.”

Taehyung breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, good.”

It was embarrassing for Yoongi. Every time sex got a little too overwhelming, he would choke up and cry. Everything just always felt so good with Taehyung and he was so considerate and loving.

“Please,” Yoongi repeated, “I want you to fuck me. Please, Officer.”

The confirmation of his wellbeing was enough for Taehyung to let his mask slip back into place. He placed a finger on the boy's chin and tipped his head up, grinning. “You're a demanding little thing, doll, but I'll give you what you want.” He walked back behind Yoongi and dropped his pants to pool on the floor. He stroked his cock, adding more live only for Yoongi to groan.

“You've prepped me enough, I've got a fuck ton of lube already.”

Taehyung laughed, slapping Yoongi's ass more playfully this time. “You're so impatient, doll. Want my cock in you that bad, huh? Want me to fuck you with my fat cock and fill you up?”

“Yes,” Yoongi nodded without a shred of hesitance.

The younger moaned behind him, couldn't believe how fucking lucky he was to have Yoongi. He positioned himself behind the man before pushing in. Then he settled his hands on Yoongi's soft hips, squeezing to give Yoongi the signal. Taehyung thrust inside Yoongi over again, the elder's ass taking it so well and tightening with every push. Yoongi's breathless moans only fueled his excitement as he pounded relentlessly into the boy.

“Such a good ass, doll,” Taehyung grunted, “such a great ass.”

“Why don't you fuck it like you mean it then?”

That was perhaps the right thing to say because then Taehyung's blood burned with motivation. He drove into Yoongi faster and harder, his cock hitting his prostate again and again.

“You're a little slut, aren't you, doll? You're just letting some cop fuck you on the hood of his car, ass ready for him.” Taehyung breathed, fucking him harder and faster, grounding his hips to bury himself in Yoongi to the hilt. He was spewing out so many questions that only worsened Yoongi's already overworked libido.

“I love your cock,” Yoongi responded, tasting the saltiness of his tears, “fuck, your cock feels so good inside me.”

“Yeah, it does. This ass was made for me to fuck, for me to ruin. Isn't it, doll?” When Yoongi didn't respond, Taehyung's hand came down on him again. “Tell me.”

Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut. The humiliation of being fucked over like this had his cock painfully hard. It was red and leaking, dripping against the car. “Yes, yours. My ass is yours, Officer.”

“That's my good doll,” Taehyung smiled, his lips looking a little feral. “Your cock is so hard isn't it? Do you want to come?”

He nodded eagerly, desperately. “Please, I w-want to.”

“Then come for me, doll.”

With Taehyung still pounding into him, the younger's words snapped what little restraint he had left as he spilled all over the concrete floor, white liquid pooling on the ground. Taehyung wasn't done though, he kept pushing into the boy until he was dry.

“Where do you want me, doll?”

“I-inside,” Yoongi choked, energy drained.

“Fuck,” Taehyung muttered, sweat rolling down his face. He enjoyed the last moments of fucking into him before releasing his load into Yoongi.

The elder's lips quivered. He could feel the warmth of Taehyung's semen coating his insides, filling him up and making him full. “S-shit,” he cursed.

Taehyung breathed heavily, chest constricting. He let his shaky hands fall to the hood to bolster his weight. His cock was still twitching the last of his orgasm, spurting the warmth of his come inside Yoongi.

“Oh my god,” he breathed then giggled, light chuckles turning into full-blown laughter.

Yoongi glared at him, his own face red and puffy from the exhaustion. “The fuck you laughing about?”

“Came untouched, hyung. That was the hottest shit.”

Even Yoongi couldn't argue against that.

“How about we try doctor and nurse next?”

Yoongi winced as Taehyung pulled out, his own come leaking out of Yoongi's gaping hole and onto the floor, mixing with the elder's own. Taehyung had gone hard on him this time, he wasn't sure he could even walk straight.

His assumptions were proven right when his started to tremble. Taehyung swooped him up easily, holding him by the waist. His legs felt like jelly.

“Okay, maybe in a few days.”

“Make that months,” Yoongi sighed.

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looking pretty – day 7

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Kim Namjoon

➵ Prompt: Crossdressing     ↪ content: anal fingering, praise kink, spanking, hand job

➵ Word Count: 2,608 words

It wasn't as if Jeongguk didn't notice how his boyfriend's eyes tended to linger. He knew, of course, of most of Namjoon's kinks—he was in the receiving end most of the time after all. The majority of them were no problem. Call him sir? You got it. Fuck him with his friends just a room away? Jeongguk was on his dick in a second. Bondage? Tie me up, baby. But Jeongguk knew that barely touched the surface of everything Namjoon wanted to explore.

Jeongguk supposed the oppressing factor that kept Namjoon from spilling everything was fear. Fear that he would fuck it up. Fear that Jeongguk would get hurt. Fear that the two of them might dance on a fine line between dangerous and erotic. However, if that were the case, he should've been beyond insulted. Being with Namjoon the last few months had been like being reborn and rediscovering the world through his eyes. Jeongguk had never been more thankful for the elder's presence in his life.

But Jeongguk had seen his boyfriend's gaze last a little too long in some displays whenever they went shopping. Namely on the pretty dresses that ornamented windows. Jeongguk wasn't sure what to make of his actions. 

It wasn't until his curiosity got the best of him that he asked, "Hyung, you keep looking at that."

Namjoon seemed to pull himself out of his daze, blinking at the younger in surprise. "Huh? Looking at what?" 

"The skirt." 

Jeongguk had never seen anything like it before—the way Namjoon's face flamed from his chin to the tips of his ears. He shyly ducked, clearing his throat. "Just thought it was pretty," Namjoon muttered. He added something else that Jeongguk couldn't catch. 

"What was that?"

"Would look prettier on you," Namjoon said quietly, eyes peeking up at the younger as if to gauge his reaction.

Jeongguk's mouth dried as he stared incredulously at the older. "What?" 

"Nothing, forget I said anything," he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, but the light didn't quite reach his eyes. It wasn't anything he was used to—Namjoon forcing happiness that was. It made his stomach churn.

As Namjoon led him towards a food stall, he couldn't help but glance back one last time at the display. 

Jeongguk must be crazy. He really must be. Maybe he needed to lighten up on his Overwatch games, the radiation must be getting to his head.

There he was, standing awkwardly in the fancy, hustle and bustle of the department store. Maybe making a visit on a weekend hadn't been the best idea, but then again, neither is the fact that he's going to buy a fucking skirt. The lady stared at him as he stared at the selection for a while before approaching with the sweetest smile. "Can I help you?" 

"Uh." He fumbled with his hold on the hanger. "Yeah, what's the biggest size you have for this?" 

The lady seemed more than delighted to help, showing him all the colors and styles, the latest models and what's in and not. Jeongguk tried to figure out what Namjoon would like, the plaid or the plain, shorter or longer. When he finally decided, he took it to the cashier and paid for it. A little pricey but considering the look on Namjoon's face he was expecting, it would be worth it. 

"Sir," the same lady started, "may I just say how sweet you are for doing this?" Jeongguk blushed, murmuring his thanks. "I'm sure your girlfriend would love it."

"Huh," he blinked, "oh, no, this is for me."

One of these days, his honesty will be the end of him. Leaving the lady staring into the supernova stunned, Jeongguk went on his way back to his shared apartment with Namjoon.

Namjoon wouldn't say he's easily surprised. He was rather composed actually in everything he did and the situations he faced. However, the last thing he expected was this.

Jeongguk figured he must've looked a bit funny but what did he expect? He wasn't particularly skilled in dressing in the first place, how was he expected to work a skirt? He started at the tight top he had dug up god knows how from inside Taehyung's closet and a pair of heels from Jimin he often used for dance. He stood staring at his reflection, at the shirt that seemed to squeeze him in, the white pleated skirt that ended halfway down his thigh, and the stilettos that were hell. Mad respect to people who do this shit every single day. He had been attempting to get the heels—and well, everything—off before Namjoon came home, bending over to work on the buckle. 

"Wow," the voice behind him jolted him forward, him stumbling in his footsteps.

"H-hyung, why—what're you doing back?" he squeaked.

Namjoon was surprised but he certainly wasn't complaining. After a miserable day at his internship, this was as good a "welcome home" as any other, maybe even better. 

Jeongguk with his ass exposed in a tiny skirt. Heels that made his legs look even longer. Thick, strong thighs flexing underneath the fabric. Just…

"Wow," he said dumbly again. 

"Fuck," Jeongguk nearly toppled his entire being onto the floor but Namjoon caught him just in time, hand on the small of his back where his skin was bare. Heat rippled through him as he ducked his head in embarrassment. "I wasn't expecting you back so soon," he mumbled.

"Um," Namjoon began, "if I didn't then would you not have worn this in front of me?" 

Jeongguk looked a little sheepish. "Not for now, not until I get the hang of these hell on wheels."

"You–you're doing fine," Namjoon coughed, "you look great." 

With his doe eyes and a sweet gaze, Jeongguk looked up at him and Namjoon could practically see the universe in his irises. "Really?" he asked shyly. 

Yes, because you look like every wet dream I've had but ten times better. That was what Namjoon wanted to say but he bit his tongue. "Really," he affirmed.

"Okay."

Jeongguk seemed to curl small as he always did around Namjoon. The elder always made him feel so protected, so loved, it was hard not to want to fall into that state with him. 

"You look beautiful, baby," Namjoon breathed, finally stepping back to give Jeongguk a good look. "Give me a twirl?"

Jeongguk thought he might break his neck if he tried to walk in these heels again but what a sweet death it'll be. So he did. The skirt lifted lightly with his movement, showing Namjoon more of his perky ass and his dick that hung limp between his legs.

No underwear. Christ. If he had slipped on a skimpy pair of panties, he knew Jeongguk would look delectable. Namjoon didn't know what would be worse.

His hand raised to Jeongguk's ass and slowly rubbed it through the fabric. The younger visibly flushed as he fiddled with his fingers in front of him. "You did all this for me?" Namjoon asked softly.

"Mhmm," he hummed, "thought you might like it."

Namjoon was the luckiest man on earth. "Oh, baby, I love it. Thank you." He took Jeongguk's hand and led him to the couch, sitting down and then patting his lap. "Come sit with me, baby."

Jeongguk tinted again but obeyed, carefully maneuvering his ass to plant on Namjoon's long legs. His arm immediately flew to the back of the sofa behind his boyfriend's head for support and his other hand awkwardly settled on his lap. Namjoon brought his hand up to stroke Jeongguk's meaty thigh. His hand was warm and it radiated heat between the two of them. He gently rubbed the outside of his thighs then inside, slowly parting his legs as he shifted higher and higher. With every inch of his skirt pushed up, Jeongguk's breath hitched in his throat. "H-hyung," Jeongguk whispered.

"Getting shy on me, Guk?" Namjoon teased. With no further response from the other, he worked Jeongguk's skirt higher to expose his cock. He was only half-hard but he still looked so deliciously big. Namjoon's long fingers wrapped around the length, giving it a good squeeze. Jeongguk let out a little whimper that sent blood flying to Namjoon's dick. "You're the cutest baby, aren't you?" he cooed.

Jeongguk blushed again, shaking his head. "N-not a baby."

"Mmm," he hummed, "you seem like a good baby, Guk. You're doing so well." Namjoon grabbed the bottle of lube they kept spare in the living room and drizzled a little bit on his hand. He rubbed it between his fingers and waited for it to settle before returning his hand to Jeongguk's cock, stroking the member slowly at first but firmly. "You're a good boy, baby," Namjoon compliments again.

His praise has Jeongguk whining and nudging his hips up, his toes curling into the soft tickles of the carpet. "Hyung," he gasped when Namjoon ran his thumb over the sensitive slit. A bead of precum had collected on the tip and Namjoon used it to slacken up his hand even more. He poured a little more lube into his hands to ease the job he was giving his boyfriend. 

Jeongguk looked absolutely delighted and frustrated at the same time, his face scrunching up in pain but his parted lips giving away how good everything felt. The lewd sounds of Namjoon's hold around his cock, slurping and sloppy, had him whining and burying his face in Namjoon's neck.

"That's a good boy, you're such a good baby, Guk-ah. Look at you so hard and wet for me," Namjoon urged, his grip on Jeongguk's length unforgiving. "You look so pretty in your skirt. Hyung loves you in this." 

"Y-you do?" Jeongguk's voice sounded smaller.

"Yes, of course, I do. You selected this especially for hyung right?" Namjoon smiled and Jeongguk nodded, muffling his moans in his boyfriend's skin. Namjoon twisted his fingers around the cock before falling to toy with his balls that hang heavy. "Hyung really likes it, Jeonggukie. You did such a good job I want to reward you." 

Jeongguk's big eyes blinked slowly at him this time, pupils blown wide and glazed over with lust. "Reward?" 

"Yes, reward. Do you want it?" Jeongguk didn't even hesitate to nod eagerly. Namjoon grinned, dimples appearing, as he patted Jeongguk's ass. "Turn around, baby, ass up. I'll make sure you feel so good."

The younger scrambled into position, body stretched across the couch and over Namjoon's lap. 

"Okay, baby," Namjoon softly spoke, running his fingers over the gorgeous curve of Jeongguk's ass. He slipped his hand between the mounds, finding the tight opening and dragging his finger over it.

Jeongguk quivered and sighed. 

Such a good boy. Namjoon spilled a generous amount of lube on his fingers before sliding them inside the boy. It felt warm and tight, Jeongguk clenching around his fingers as he let out a delicious whine, wriggling his ass backwards for more friction. He pulled his fingers out for a moment before sliding them back in, repeating his movements ever so slowly. With sweet nothings whispered in Jeongguk's ear, Namjoon stroked his insides, fingers scraping against the walls and stretching him out. He moved cautiously and slowly, more to tease Jeongguk than anything. This was why, when Jeongguk started rutting his cock against his thigh, he yanked out his fingers and his hand flew to give his boyfriend a light slap. The crack sounded across the room, coupled by Jeongguk's strangled cry of surprise. 

"Baby," Namjoon clicked his tongue, "did I say you could do that?" 

"N-no."

"Do you want to just hump my thigh? I don't need to fing—"

Jeongguk's protest came quickly. "No, please! I want your fingers, hyung, want them filling me up and fucking me open."

"That's my good boy," Namjoon chuckled, a deep bass that had Jeongguk squirming in his lap. It probably should've been humiliating that Jeongguk had been put across the knee in a fucking skirt when he was a grown man, but having Namjoon's hand on his ass made the entire experience worth it.

Namjoon dipped his fingers in and out of his ass, his other hand stroking his hair lovingly almost as if he were a pet. He kept muttering words of praise to the obedient boy who was beginning to shift uncomfortably again, his cock needing more friction than what it was offered. Jeongguk couldn't help himself, couldn't help rubbing his sensitive, weeping cock against Namjoon. But his movements were brought to a halt when Namjoon brought his hand down. A gasp squeezed out of his throat as he jerked forward, ass clenching around his boyfriend's digits that were still buried deep inside of him. For a second, Jeongguk couldn't say anything. "Shit, Guk, was that—"

"Again," he breathed, "do it again."

‘Cause fuck if that stinging in his ass wasn't amplifying the feel of Namjoon stroking his insides. Namjoon laughed and nodded, slapping his ass again without a second warning. "Good boy," he uttered, "do you like getting spanked, baby? Like getting punished for being such a naughty boy?"

Jeongguk mewled quietly as Namjoon soothed his ass before cracking his palm down again. "F-fuck, hyung, yes."

"You're so naughty, baby. Wearing this skirt and teasing hyung. You like seeing hyung hard, don't you?"

"I do, I do," Jeongguk repeated over and over as Namjoon continued to alternate between rubbing his reddened behind and splotching it with more color. 

"Hyung's very hard for you, Jeonggukie," Namjoon smiled, kissing the top of his head, "so hard." 

Jeongguk bit on his bottom lip, gaze falling to the bulge in his boyfriend's jeans. He let out a small whimper, could already taste Namjoon on his tongue.

"But you have to earn my cock, okay," Namjoon said, smearing the lube around his rim before shoving them back inside. Jeongguk's ass felt raw, he could still feel pangs in the soft flesh from where Namjoon had spanked him. "Hyung wants you to come first, can you do that for me?" Namjoon asked softly.

"Yes," Jeongguk nodded.

"Yes what, love?"

"Yes, Jeongguk will come for hyung."

Jeongguk referring to himself in third person, all childlike and innocent, stirred Namjoon's member in his pants. He took a deep breath. "Good boy, now come ride hyung's fingers while I play with your cock, yeah?"

The younger nodded numbly, moving to straddle Namjoon as the elder inserted his fingers back into the boy. Jeongguk began to bounce, skirt hiked up around his hips and the sight was too incredible to even describe. Namjoon's throat clogged up as his free hand wrapped around the boy's cock, now fully hard and ready. The head was throbbing, tip dripping with precum. It looked as if it were about to explode. 

"That's it," Namjoon encouraged, "that's a good boy. Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby. You look so good in that skirt, want to bend you over and fuck you in it, Jeonggukie." 

Jeongguk gasped, tears welling up in his eyes with how fucking fantastic everything felt. He was surrounded by Namjoon. Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon. His scent, his fingers inside him and around him, his kisses on his neck. 

"You're such a good boy. Hyung loves you so much."

With one last stifled gasp, he came. His legs were trembling as his cock spilled loads of white onto the two of them. Namjoon stroked his cock slowly, squeezing out every last drop until Jeongguk slumped his forehead on the elder's shoulder. His boyfriend only chuckled, hand coming up to stroke the boy's back.

"That good, baby?"

"I'm going to wear this skirt fucking everywhere."

Namjoon laughed again.

BONUS: wow this happened the day after i posted i feel so blessed

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kitten & bunny – day 11

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Kim Seokjin x Jeon Jeongguk

➵ Prompt: Hybrids  ↪ content: threesome, fingering, blowjobs, facial

➵ Word Count: 3,638 words

Owning a hybrid was never part of Seokjin’s agenda, let alone two. Two very loud, rumbuctious hybrids who couldn’t settle for even two minutes to listen to Seokjin’s scolding. Taehyung’s orange kitty ears twitched while Jeongguk’s fluffy white ones drooped with his owner’s words. After living alone for too many years, Namjoon had cleverly suggested that Seokjin adopt a hybrid.

So adopt a hybrid he did.

He had gone to the adoption center to meet all the possible candidates for his future household companion. Taehyung had approached him rather cautiously at first, eyes curiously wide as he tiptoed closer towards Seokjin with Jeongguk in tow. The caretaker of the center had given Seokjin a rather disapproving look when Seokjin regarded him with interest.

“They’re rather… grown,” the woman had advised rather bitterly, “and yet still so immature. They are lovely and active though if you’re looking for the sort.”

Seokjin couldn’t bear to handle to hear the judgment in her voice, immediately putting his foot down and demanding the papers. He still wasn’t sure if he regretted his impulse decision then. “Taehyung,” he sighed, exhausted. Work had been long and all he wanted to do when he got home was to sit back and relax in a bubble bath. Instead, he was greeted with a broken flower vase and ripped slippers. “I told you so many times not to bite these.”

“Sorry, hyung,” the feline grinned, far from apologetic about his mistake.

The elder had no energy for this, letting the ruined pair drop into the trash, before wandering down the hallway and into his bedroom. Of course, Seokjin’s glumness didn’t go by unnoticed by the two hybrids who looked at each other in confusion.

Jeongguk was the first to crack and smack Taehyung. “This is your fault, why do you keep ruining his stuff?”

“I can’t help it, my old toy is broken,” Taehyung pouted, “hyung hasn’t gotten around to buying me a new one.”

"Well, you can't just bite his things. Go apologize," Jeongguk grumbled, pushing the boy forward and muttering something about hating it when Seokjinnie-hyung was pissed. The two tottered along the hall, following after Seokjin.

Taehyung softly knocked on the door. "Hyung?"

"Do you need food? Give me a few minutes, Tae, just need to rest." Even in his voice, Taehyung could tell that Seokjin was exhausted. He knew how hard his owner worked to keep their bellies full and their bodies warm, and he did feel guilty about the slippers.

The elder of the two pried open the door and popped his head inside, an evidently remorseful expression on his face. Seokjin propped up on his bed, sighing when the two tiptoed shyly inside and kneeled submissively by his bedside. The elder smiled weakly at them and Taehyung was quick to jump on the head rubs, loving it when Seokjin petted his hair. "'M sorry about shoes, hyung," he mumbled.

"It's alright, Tae, I've been meaning to get new ones anyway." Seokjin smiled softly and stroked the kitten's ears. The hybrid seemed to curl, the gentleness of Seokjin's touch comforting him in a way no one else could. He crawled up onto the bed and cuddled into the elder's body, letting himself sink into the mattress. "You're such a needy kitty," he chuckled.

Jeongguk, who had been the good one of the two, sulked with the lack of attention, huffing by his bedside. He reached out his arms to Seokjin like a child, poking at his stomach. "Me too, hyung, want cuddles."

Seokjin's lips twitched. He really did have his hands full with these two, but he loved them nonetheless. "Okay, come here, baby."

The youngest of them seemed to delight in the nickname as he bounced onto the bed and nestled close to Seokjin. The elder reached up both his hands to stroke his companions' heads and ears, watching as they curled even deeper into him with little, desperate whines in seek of more attention. Seokjin smoothed his hands down the boys' backs, touching their tails this time because he knew that they enjoyed being caressed there too. Perhaps he had been too distracted by the soft textures to fully comprehend his actions, but by the time he realized, the boys were panting lightly, their hips moving to hump against his legs.

He yelped and quickly pulled away, a blush on his face. "S-sorry, didn't mean to—"

"Hyung," Taehyung whined, "you have to take responsibility now." He was about to climb atop the elder, but Jeongguk beat him to it, already straddling Seokjin's skinner thighs and face leaning down to kiss him.

Jeongguk, like the bunny that he was, liked soft things. He liked soft kisses, soft touches. He especially liked Seokjin's soft lips. Seokjin was quick to reciprocate the boy's movements as he pressed down on his owner, his mouth moving in sync with Seokjin's. His desire was evident by the bulge that was quickly expanding in his pants, making it all too obvious what he wanted.

"P-please," Jeongguk whined, cheeks tainted red as his lips parted in desperate gasps. "I want you in me, hyung, want you to take me."

Goddamn. Seokjin loved how Jeongguk always held onto that contradiction and fine line between innocence and filth. With his ivory ears and cute short tail, he held onto that projected image of purity, but the monstrous member hidden underneath his pants seemed to say otherwise about his character. The youngest was already scrambling to loosen up Seokjin's pants.

As he was busying himself with the task, Taehyung took this opportunity to tilt Seokjin's face so he could kiss him. Taehyung was a little different, his tongue a little wilder, his kisses a lot sloppier. Not that Seokjin was complaining because the boy was doing wonders, sliding his tongue in between Seokjin's full lips, stroking the insides and twisting against Seokjin's own muscle.

"Fuck, hyung," Taehyung groaned, "you're so pretty. W-wanna fuck you so badly, wanna shove my thick cock in your ass."

Seokjin released an involuntary whimper at the thought, his asshole clenching around thin air to seek some form of friction. "O-okay, Tae, we can do that."

By then, Jeongguk had successfully tugged down his owner's pants, leaving him in crinkled work shirt, loosened tie, and a pair of white briefs. The front of it was already stained dark with what Jeongguk assumed was precum. The sight only stirred Jeongguk's length as he moaned and crawled downwards. He sniffed the bump through the fabric at first, releasing a small whimper at the scent of lust emanating from the cotton. Jeongguk tentatively closed his lips around the bulge, sucking it in and tracing the outline of it with his tongue. His gaze slid upwards to see Seokjin watching him with hooded eyes and parted lips, clearly relishing in the show Jeongguk was providing. He focused on Seokjin again, mouth and tongue moving in response to all of his twitches and little moans.

Taehyung captured Seokjin's lips again as his deft fingers swiftly unbuttoned the elder boy's shirt and tugged off the silk around his neck. He pulled the shirt open, revealing Seokjin's soft chest, devoid of any marks or stains. Pure. Taehyung absolutely loved that. He ghosted his lips along Seokjin's jaw and down his neck, pausing to bite and nibble on the sensitive skin there. Seokjin liked to say that he hated being mark, mainly because his work required him to be professional, but it was difficult to say no when Taehyung's tongue stuck against his skin and traveled south to his nipples.

"You're so pretty, hyung," Taehyung murmured, one arm sliding underneath Seokjin and around him to reach his nipple. "Look at your pretty tits, all pink and perky. You're so cute." His hot breath skimmed over his bud for a brief second before his lips closed in around it. His mouth suckled and his tongue swirled around the stiff bud, drawing it in hungrily. He licked and licked until Seokjin couldn't feel his nipple, and then moved on to the other one, giving it an equal amount of attention.

Seokjin couldn't breathe. Every part of him was on fire, burning a flame inside of him and scorching his skin like the sun would. With Taehyung focusing his ministrations on his tender nipples and Jeongguk still mouthing hungrily at his cock through his boxers, Seokjin felt overwhelmed by the amount of stimulation he was receiving.

It got even worse when Jeongguk marveled at the hardness and length of his cock when the boy pulled it out. Jeongguk whimpered, looking up at Seokjin, "You've got such a nice cock, hyung."

"Yeah?" he panted, swallowing the lump in his throat as Taehyung continued to work on his nipples, his chest feeling raw. "Like my cock, baby bun?" Jeongguk seemed to preen with his words, his toes curling and his eyes lighting up like fireworks. He loved the nickname, loved it when Seokjin called him pet names and made him feel small. "Why don't you give it a taste, baby? Be a good bunny and take hyung's cock."

Jeongguk nodded obediently and hesitantly gave it a lick, an action that had Seokjin lifting his hips for more. The bunny looked too cute doing it, too innocent for Seokjin to resist. But he let out an aggravated grunt and pinned his hips down again. "Like this?" he asked sweetly, knowing full well that his act was worsening Seokjin's libido. He gave yet another small lick, tongue sticking out ever so slightly.

"Y-yes, bunny, just like that, but more," Seokjin urged, "put it in your mouth, baby."

The youngest grinned, his big teeth in full view, rendering Seokjin completely immobile with how adorable he was. "Okay," he nodded cheerfully and finally began to slurp at the tip, licking up the drop of precome that had escaped. He let out a small giggle, "You taste good, hyung, want more of your milk."

Milk. Christ, Seokjin was going to combust if the boy didn't let him live.

Taehyung wasn't quite happy with the turn of events. Seokjin was giving Jeongguk too much of his attention, leaving Taehyung with nothing. So he pouted and instead pulled Seokjin up to settle between his thighs. He yanked off the shirt and tossed it aside, leaving Seokjin completely naked. "T-Tae, what are you doing?" Seokjin asked. The movement had Jeongguk releasing his length with a pop and a following pout.

"I want to rub my cock in your ass, hyung," Taehyung grinned, his teeth baring a little too dangerously as he slid his mouth along Seokjin's neck. His hand pushed down his own pants aside so he could pull his length free. He positioned Seokjin to kneel so Jeongguk could get his cock fix while Taehyung could run the head of his dick along the crack of Seokjin's ass. The skin was so clean and unblemished, adorably pert and creamy enough to have Taehyung's mouth watering.

Seokjin released small gasps as Taehyung's arm circled him and his fingers began toying with his nipple again. His other hand rubbed up his cock between the plump cheeks of his butt. Taehyung spread his ass open and groaned every time he rubbed the slit of his cock along the elder's rim. The hole would pucker even tighter with every touch, a mechanism that indicated Seokjin begging for more.

Jeongguk was eagerly taking in Seokjin's dick into his mouth, licking along the length and fingers fondling his balls. He took him so deep, gag reflex practically nonexistent as he buried his nose into the curls at the base of Seokjin's cock.

"H-hyung," he whimpered wantonly, staring up at the elder with a desperate look. His pupils were dilated as he turned around and pressed his face into the sheets. The elder stared at the boy in awe, his ass up in the air as his fingers danced along the curve of his perfect bubble butt. "Watch me okay," he pleaded as he slipped two fingers into his ass. Seokjin moaned at the magnificent sight. When Jeongguk pulled his fingers out, Seokjin could see that they were slick and glistening. He whined and stuck them back in, fingers buried to his knuckles as he continued to fuck his ass back to meet his hand. "S-so wet for you," he garbled, voice muffled by the bed, "want you to fuck my ass, hyung. Want you to fill me up with all of your come."

"Oh, Jeonggukie," Seokjin breathed. Taehyung released him long enough, his cock dripping wet onto the pale sheets, for Seokjin to shift forward and run his hand along the bunny's ass. "You've got the prettiest hole, you know?" Seokjin smiled softly, pushing his fingers in and observing the way the rim closed in around his digits. His fingers, like Jeongguk's, came out soaked. He bit back a moaned as the stretched the boy open while gesturing for Taehyung to get a condom from his drawer.

He continued to finger the bunny who whimpered, tail shaking with pleasure and his ears pinned down against his ears. He looked so cute Seokjin wished he could take a picture of this. When the boy was opened up enough, Seokjin expertly rolled on the elastic and positioned himself behind the boy. Slowly, gently, he slid in until Jeongguk was whimpering and shaking, ass tightening around the thickness filling him up.

"Feels so good, so full," the hybrid mumbled incoherently. Seokjin began slow, agonizingly slow that Jeongguk's toes curled in desperation. "M-more, hyung, want your cock to fuck me open. Please."

"Okay, baby bun," he cooed before moving his hips faster. He jerked his hips forward, propelling the younger deeper into the sheets with his every thrust. Jeongguk felt so tight and snug, warm enveloping his cock nicely every time he slid into the bunny. Jeongguk let out little squeaks of pleasure and pain every time Seokjin's cock hit a sensitive part inside of him.

Seokjin could feel Jeongguk shaking with excitement, feel his blood warm beneath the surface of his skin. He reached up and began to rub his white, bushy tail, earning a yelp from the bunny. Both hybrids were sensitive there, loved being touched there before anything else. He rubbed it again and again, until Jeongguk was writhing underneath him.

"Such a good baby," he crooned sweetly, "you look so good like this, Jeonggukie, my sweet bunny. You like having my cock inside you, hm?" Jeongguk could only manage a nod, breath hiccuping in his throat. "Such a pretty baby, you should always be stuffed with cock, bunny."

"I love your cock, only your cock," he whimpered. That was probably a lie considering how many times Taehyung and Jeongguk messed around whenever he was out of town. They would call him into their 'playdates' and made him watch as they fucked each other stupid while Seokjin was left to entertain himself with a bottle of lube and his right hand.

Seokjin almost forgot about Taehyung until he could feel the rage radiating from behind him. Taehyung was quick to dart close, his movements as elegant as the feline he was a part of. "I'm not done with you yet, hyung," he hummed and he was true to his word when Seokjin could feel a sudden chill in his opening. Taehyung nudged the hole open, pushing past the tight ring until he could bury his fingers inside his owner. Seokjin let out a moan, his hips stuttering as he nearly slipped. "Keep pounding Jeonggukie, hyung, I'll make you feel good."

The kitten didn't need to do much. He stepped back a little to allow Seokjin room to pound into the bunny who was then crying out for attention, for more friction. However, every time he pulled back, Taehyung's fingers slid back in and filled up his tunnel. They never quiet left and Seokjin was left to squirm uncomfortably, alternating between getting his ass spread open and spreading Jeongguk's open. The double stimulation did feel so good and he couldn't help himself from moaning and picking up the pace of his thrusts to satisfy both of his erogenous zones.

Taehyung was incredibly smart, Seokjin had to give him that. Not that he had any doubt in the first place considering the cat knew exactly how to drive him to the edge, crying. The motion was repeated over and over until Taehyung could fit four fingers inside of the elder, ensuring that he was prepped and ready.

"Such a pretty open hole, hyungie, it was made to take big cocks like mine," he grinned, nipping the man's earlobe playfully. Taehyung hovered at Seokjin's entrance before slowly easing the thick head of his dick in, inch by inch. Taehyung was big, could easily fill Seokjin up without even being fully hard. "Gonna fuck you so good, fill you up with my come and get you pregnant."

Seokjin swallowed the lump in his throat, freezing for a second at Taehyung's words. Seeing as he was human, it was impossible of course, but the thought still had his mouth drying as Taehyung took his tense body as a good response.

"Make you so full, hyung," Taehyung moaned, his velvety voice vibrating through Seokjin's veins. "Wanna breed you so bad, fuck you until you have all my milk inside you."

"Y-yes," Seokjin muttered, chest heaving at the thought. God, he wanted it so badly. He wanted Taehyung to coat him with his come, wanted him to fuck his petite hole open until he couldn't walk the next day. Work be damned. "Fuck me, Tae, please fuck me."

"Good boy," Taehyung purred before he pushed himself all the way into the elder. He had to slide in and out a few times until Seokjin adjusted, until he could feel his stomach pressing up against the man's ass. He could hear Seokjin choke when he hit that deep spot inside of him. Considering how long Taehyung's cock was, it was a miracle he could even squeeze it past the rim. "Now, be a good boy and fuck Jeongguk for me okay and I promise I'll fuck you just as well."

Seokjin nodded, sweat beading his temple as he started a slower pace again to fuck into Jeongguk. He had to ensure that Taehyung wasn't going to fuck a hole into his ass while also guaranteeing that Jeongguk wasn't going to suffer from any hip jerks or dick aneurysms on his side. They began slow, which didn't bode well with Jeongguk who "want to be fucked raw and hard, fuck me open, hyung." Taehyung slid into him from behind, hands holding onto Seokjin's hips, as the eldest man pushed into the bunny to match Taehyung's movements.

It took them a little while, but once they got the hang of a suitable tempo, Taehyung began to move faster, wanting more friction with every grunt and moan, every “fuck, hyung, your ass is so nice and tight, I could screw it all night.” Seokjin shivered a little with Taehyung's words that proved to fuel his drive as he pounded into the bunny before him. The bunny was whimpering, his fingers twisting into the sheets as he moaned each time Seokjin slid all the way in and hit his sensitive spots. Taehyung was a master at hitting the prostate, angling his hips just right so he could hammer into Seokjin with great efficiency each time.

After a few minutes of fucking back and forth, taking the dick and and giving the dick, Seokjin could feel the tension building inside his stomach, crawling up his chest and squeezing his lungs as he started to feel the orgasm coming. Taehyung was moving faster and faster, filthy words leaving his lips to urge Seokjin to come, to have his babies and take his milk.

Jeongguk was the first to cave, white spilling onto the bed with his cock untouched. His hole felt so raw and sensitive but Seokjin wasn't done, kept moving into the boy until he could feel that ugly, delicious feeling curling inside of him. But he didn't want to come… not yet. Not until Taehyung did.

The two of them seem intent on being the last to reach that peak, slowing down and dragging it on for as long as possible. Taehyung fucked Seokjin harder and deeper while Seokjin clenched his ass around Taehyung tighter. But Seokjin knew he had won this round when he could feel Taehyung faltering behind him, hear his hitched moans and broken gasps. Soon enough, he felt warmth filling his insides, layering every inch of his hole. There was so much milk that it began slipping out of his hole and onto the bed. Seokjin stroked his own cock then, panting as he thrust into his hand to reach that climax so he so desperately craved.

Jeongguk crawled in front of him again, waiting anxiously as he took Seokjin's cock and stroked it himself. There were stars of wonder in his eyes as he watched the throbbing red of Seokjin's cock, the head pulsing with need, before it shot out strings of white across the bunny's pretty face. Jeongguk looked surprised at first, lips forming an 'o' before he opened his mouth wider, sticking his tongue out to get as much of it as possible. Seokjin groaned at how beautiful he looked as come continued to pour out of his cock.

"Mmm, you taste good," Jeongguk giggled cutely.

Seokjin smiled, patting his head and rubbing his ears again. "You did well, Jeongguk-ah."

"Me! How about me, hyung?" Taehyung insisted, coming around him to hook his chin on Seokjin's shoulder.

"You too, kitten," Seokjin chuckled, offering as much affection to Taehyung as well. Taehyung nuzzled his nose into the elder's neck shyly.

Seokjin really couldn't have been luckier.

[storytaeme]

my baby – day 9

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Jeon Jeongguk

➵ Prompt: Feminization    ↪ content: feminine terms, dirty talk, crossdressing, anal

➵ Word Count: 2,711 words

Jeongguk laughed, a full blown laugh that warmed his stomach and tickled his heart. He picked up his phone and fired up the camera app, snapping away a plethora pictures. Taehyung sulked, glaring at him as the rest of his friends continued to cackle on the floor.

So he had lost a bet. It was one bet.

It started off with his challenging Jeongguk on whether or not the boy could finish an eating competition to finish a massive meal package in one go. Jeongguk was a big eater but he wasn't that big. Boy had Taehyung been dead wrong.

"Time to pay up, bitch," Jeongguk had licked his lips of the salty remains of his massive burger, a stupid smirk curled on his lips and even had the nerve to toss a fry into his mouth for extra measure. Taehyung had just been left to gape, disbelief clouding his features. "When do you want to do this?"

Taehyung had promised to parade around in a mini skirt for an entire block in their apartment complex if Jeongguk could do it.

Big Mistake.

So there he was, sashaying down the street looking confident as fuck in his skirt and cute top, swaying his ass as his friends tossed catcalls his way while simultaneously immortalizing the moment in their phones. He's got to be in at least five snapchat stories by now. Even nearby walkers were eyeing him incredulously, mothers shielding their children’s eyes from the possibility of his flashing them something unwanted.

He turned around, flipping them off, which only proved to trigger another round of laughter. Assholes. He needed new friends.

When he finally returned to the safety of his apartment that he shared with his soon-to-be ex-roommate Jeongguk, his face was flushed from both the summer heat and the humiliation that had accumulated inside of him.

"You, my friend, are a dick," he glared at his best friend.

Jeongguk only grinned, eyes crinkling. "You made the bet."

"I didn't think you were that big of a glutton alright," Taehyung huffed, plopping down on the couch and switching on the television.

After Taehyung's walk of shame, the rest of their friends—whom Jeongguk had invited without his prior knowledge—had dispersed, leaving the two alone again.

Jeongguk cocked an eyebrow. "You're not going to change?" He settled himself next to his roommate, arms touching in the humidity.

"Too lazy," the elder groaned, "skirts are actually really fucking comfortable. No wonder girls like them so much."

The younger gave the hem a little flick, pushing up further Taehyung's thigh. The elder had picked out a pastel pink one to put on, courtesy of his sister who had no energy to question Taehyung's odd request. Jeongguk had to admit that if anyone from his friend group could pull off a skirt, it would be Taehyung and he was right. The man looked damn good in the little thing, the skirt covering not even half his thighs. Jeongguk licked his lips and tried to ignore the sudden stiffening of his pants.

It was one thing to stare at Taehyung in a skirt with his friends, it was another thing to have him at close proximity looking fine as hell.

Taehyung stood up to walk over to their movie collection somewhere halfway through the show they were watching. He bent over to dig through the pile, completely unaware of the fantastic view Jeongguk was getting.

The skirt had lifted up from the back, leaving Jeongguk with a very good glimpse of the curves of Taehyung's pert ass. He swallowed the lump in his throat and grunted as he adjusted his seating, hand moving to cover the bulge slowly pitching a tent in his shorts.

"Hangover or High School Musical?"

Taehyung's question flew right past his ears. He was too focused on how cute Taehyung's ass looked to listen to the man's voice past the incessant thrumming of his heartbeat.

"Guk," Taehyung called again, standing upright this time.

Jeongguk scowled when the lines of his butt disappeared again beneath the skirt. "What?"

"What're you doing spacing out?"

"Looking at your ass," Jeongguk said unapologetically.

Living together with someone for so long lowered down a lot of boundaries and restrictions for said relationship. Taehyung and Jeongguk just went a step further, having fucked out their sexual frustrations during exam season while maintaining their status as the best of bros. So, a comment like that from Jeongguk was nothing compared to the things they've done.

Taehyung smirked, turning his back to Jeongguk again and giving a little shimmy. "Can't touch this, Jeon."

Jeongguk pouted, smacking Taehyung playfully. "Come on, I haven't gotten dick in so long."

"Is that a proposition for me, baby?" Taehyung giggled, coming up to the man and straddling his lap. Jeongguk's hands immediately landed on his hips, squeezing the soft skin.

"Really want you on my dick, Tae."

Taehyung laughed again and leaned towards him, closing the gap between their lips and meeting in a sweet kiss that had his brain going fuzzy. Jeongguk liked fucking Taehyung, but kissing Taehyung was even better. The man had a tendency to let his hands roam from the broadness of Jeongguk's shoulders to the expanse of his wide chest. Jeongguk smoothed his palms down to cup Taehyung's ass, squeezing.

"You wearing anything underneath?" Jeongguk asked, a little breathless, as Taehyung's teeth began to nip at the skin of his neck.

As an answer, Taehyung flipped up his skirt revealing a pair of cream panties ornamented with a little bow in the middle. His cock was peeking out the top of the piece, head red and throbbing.

Jeongguk made an incoherent sound of surprise and satisfaction, running his thumb over the lacy hem. "Fuck me," Jeongguk muttered. The innocent little piece of lingerie compared to the filthiness of Taehyung's hard cock was enough to set his blood rushing down to his own dick.

“No, fuck me,” Taehyung grinned with a wink.

“You’re so pretty,” Jeongguk breathed, burying his face in Taehyung’s neck and taking in his scent. His hands groped Taehyung’s behind again, kneading the soft tissue and letting the flesh sink into his fingers. Taehyung let out small moans as he squirmed against Jeongguk’s touch. He pushed aside Taehyung’s panties, letting his finger skim over the little puckered hole. He knew Taehyung hadn’t been fucked in a while which meant that he was going to be so tight. The thought only seemed to spur his hunger even more. “Look at this ass, bet your hole is even prettier. Mmm, can’t wait to fuck it open, baby.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Then what are you waiting for?”

“Not going to pop your skirt open for me, baby?” Jeongguk grinned, a twinkle in his eye. “How about opening that pretty cunt of yours for me?”

His reaction was almost instant. His entire body stiffening out of surprise towards the term, but he narrowed his eyes at Jeongguk. They had talked about this before. It was something Taehyung had been curious about, wanted to try but never got the chance to. However, he wasn’t about to let Jeongguk go all alpha male on him without putting up a fight. “Who do you take me for? You’ve got to earn it, Jeon.”

Jeongguk laughed, one of disbelief. “Sure, baby, whatever you say. We all know you’re always going to have your legs spread open for me, pussy dripping wet.”

Fuck. Jeongguk talking like a dirty porn star was something else. Taehyung could feel the heat creep up his cheek as he scoffed, “Yeah right. I wouldn’t open my legs for the likes of you.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to open it myself, hm,” Jeongguk bit back, pressing up his crotch against the outline of Taehyung’s cock. The elder let out a moan. He fucking loved it when Jeongguk got dominant on him. The younger separated Taehyung’s legs further, hand wrapping around his cock and stroking it as the other, fingers coated with lube, began to prod at his entrance. They worked simultaneously, working on both of Taehyung’s erogenous zones. Couple that with Jeongguk pushing up his shirt and his mouth opening to tongue at his nipple, Taehyung was getting edged further and further towards his climax.

Jeongguk laid Taehyung back against the armrest of the couch, stretching his body out along the seat. He spread Taehyung’s legs, hitching the skirt further around his waist. What a sight. Taehyung, face flushed, cock leaking, panties pushed down to his ankles, legs in the air. His ass was open for the taking and Jeongguk’s tongue darted out to wet his lips again. He pushed Taehyung’s legs up higher so he could fully see the boy’s puckered hole clenching around nothing.

“G-Gukkie, please,” he whined.

“What do you want, baby?”

“I-inside,” Taehyung whined, “inside me.”

“Inside where, baby?”

His condescension was beginning to grate on Taehyung’s nerves, especially when his body was already buzzing in anticipation. “My ass.” When the man did nothing and only raised an eyebrow, indicating that that had been the wrong answer. Oh my god. Taehyung blushed, taking a deep breath before muttering, “My pussy.”

“Hmm, what was that?”

Holy shit. “My pussy, I want you inside my pussy, Jeonggukie.”

“That’s my good girl,” Jeongguk smiled proudly, patting his ass for good measure. “I’m going to fuck your pussy good, yeah? You want me to do that, baby?”

Taehyung only whimpered and attempted to squeeze his thighs together. Jeongguk’s lips twitched again as he kept Taehyung’s legs open. The elder nodded slowly, eyes looking at everything except for the man before him.

“Tell me.”

“W-want you to fuck my pussy.”

Jeongguk let out a pleased sigh. “That’s right, baby,” he said as he slipped a finger inside Taehyung. The tunnel closed in around his digit, resisting, but Jeongguk pushed through until he could feel his finger completely buried. Then he pulled it out again, watching in mesmerization as the length disappeared into the opening. When Taehyung was stretched out enough to take in two, three more fingers, Jeongguk started a slow rhythm that had Taehyung’s thighs tensing, his body quavering. “That’s my good girl, you like my fingers in your pussy?”

“Mmm, yeah,” Taehyung whimpered, closing his eyes to immerse himself fully in the sensations and delicious stroking of Jeongguk’s fingers inside of him.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me,” Jeongguk mumbled, his hand sliding along the length of Taehyung’s cock. The elder’s member was leaking and twitching, the tip seeming to bulge painfully as Jeongguk ran his thumb over the opening of his cock, pressing down on it and had Taehyung whining pitifully. “I can’t wait to bury my fat cock in you, Tae, you’re so, so pretty. Your pussy is dripping wet for me.”

Taehyung draped an arm over his eyes, both embarrassed by the situation but also to hide his unadulterated wanton desire. “‘M so wet, so wet for you, Gukkie. I want you to pound into me.”

“Are you ready for it, baby? Your cunt wet enough for my cock to fill you up?” Jeongguk egged on as he went to position himself in front of Taehyung. He released Taehyung’s cock for his own, much to Taehyung’s disappointment. Though that sadness was short lived when he saw how delicious Jeongguk looked tugging on his own cock, circling the head with his fingers and toying with his balls. Ripping open a foil packet with his teeth, he rolled the condom along his cock before drizzling a good amount of lube along the length. He stroked it lightly, waiting for it to warm up before nudging the tip to Taehyung’s opening.

For a little while, he teased Taehyung, dancing the head of his cock around his rim, nudging and pushing but never sliding in. The elder could only whimper, staring up at Jeongguk desperately with his lips parted and gasps escaping. “P-please, Jeongguk, w-want your cock.”

Jeongguk grinned as he inched himself inside of the boy. He watched Taehyung’s rim stretch and widen to accommodate his girth, filling the tightness with his thick cock. At first, he gave Taehyung time to adjust to his size again, moving slowly in and out of the boy until Taehyung was writhing uncomfortably.

However, Taehyung looked far from pleased. “Fuck me harder,” he whined petulantly.

“Don’t want to hurt you, Tae.”

“I’m not going to get hurt. Please, Guk,” he pouted, an adorable expression that had Jeongguk instantly putty in his hands.

The younger released a deep sigh, “Fine.” He moved his hips a little faster, thrusting into Taehyung harder. Taehyung’s mouth opened as cries and whimpers bubbled up his throat, the pleasure constricting his lungs as he tried to grasp onto some form of self-control. His nails scraped against the couch as Jeongguk fucked into him relentlessly, his cock pounding into him at a furious pace that had Taehyung’s saliva collecting on his tongue.

“Hnng, just like that—oh god, yes—mmm fuck, Gukkie, you fuck me so good.”

Jeongguk laughed, his movements ceaseless. “‘Course, I do. Love your cunt, babe, love your pussy all wet and gaping for me. Going to fuck you so loose, bet you’d like that. You like spreading your legs for me, right? Like me fucking your tight cunt open.”

Taehyung squeezed around him with his words, breath stuttering in his chest as he took Jeongguk’s cock over and over. “T-tell me how good my pussy feels, Gukkie.”

“Your pussy’s so tight, Tae,” Jeongguk grunted, “so fucking tight for me, but so wet. Look at how easy I’m fucking you right now. You’re already so open for me, baby, always so ready for me. Your pussy belongs to me, babe.”

“Yes, you,” Taehyung echoed in a choked gasp.

“Should come inside you next time, fill up your cute pussy with my cum. Wouldn’t you like that, hm? Want my come all over you, inside of you.”

The idea of Jeongguk filling him up, the warmth of his semen spurting inside his ass had Taehyung closing his eyes, swallowing the lump of pleasure that had him all breathless. Everything felt so, so good. Jeongguk’s cock was incredible, fucking into him, splitting his ass open like a good bitch.

“Fuck this cunt,” Jeongguk moaned, each word emphasized by every thrust he pounded into Taehyung. “Fuck this cunt so good, baby girl. You have such a good pussy, Tae, perfect for me.”

Taehyung could feel his stomach coil and twist, every fibre of his being seeming to yield to Jeongguk’s actions. His ass tightened around the boy’s cock, gut flipping, as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. Jeongguk, sensing this, quickly curled his fingers around the boy’s cock, stroking it in rhythm with every one of this thrusts. The two stimulations had Taehyung crying out soon enough, white painting across his soft stomach and over his skirt.

“That’s right,” Jeongguk murmured softly, “come for me, baby. Look at your pussy gushing out all that come. You’re so good to me.”

“Mmmph,” Taehyung mewled quietly as Jeongguk continued to squeeze out the last of his orgasm. Jeongguk hadn’t stopped fucking into him, his cock still sliding smoothly in and out of his ass. His biceps tensed every time he moved, his hands moving to grip Taehyung’s hips. His hold was brutal, surely to bruise the next day, but the only thing on his mind at that moment was chasing after his own sweet high.

When he finally reached that peak, his cock twitched inside Taehyung, filling up the elastic that covered his cock. He let out a long groan, leaning forward to bury himself as deep as possible inside the elder who only whimpered, body oversensitive after his climax. “F-fuck, Tae, you feel so good,” he muttered, breathing heavily and chest heaving.

He pulled out slowly, disconcerted by the sudden coolness of the air, while Taehyung whimpered at the emptiness. He flopped down next to Taehyung, lying down and curling around him. Contrary to popular belief, although Jeongguk was the one who fucked Taehyung brainless, he always demanded to be the little spoon.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around the younger boy, humming happily. “You’re such a kinky fucker.”

“I learn only from the best,” Jeongguk chuckled.