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The next morning comes with its own series of events.
Sleep comes easily for Yoongi for the first time since stepping foot out of the comfort of his own home. Taehyung and Jungkook blanket him like a warm shield meant to protect him from all things disrupting his peace. Even the hotel staff that come to give him his room service don’t reach Yoongi as he sleeps because his lovers make sure that he gets rest no matter what. At some point, Yoongi does get up to shower, a bit sticky from last night as he waddles into the bathroom.
Jungkook is knocked out. The older man had to wrestle his way out of the muscle cage that was Jungkook’s body. Taehyung, however, wasn’t there, leaving a cold indent of what was left behind.
The sky is still dark at six in the morning, but Yoongi is used to the darkness of the silent night traffic that bustles below.
Though, he pauses when he sees Taehyung in the living area connected to the bedroom. The suite is fairly large but not overly so. The maroon colored couch looks quite soft and cushioned but that’s not what surprises Yoongi.
Taehyung is laid on the couch, nude except for his winter bear fuzzy socks on his feet kicked up on one end of the sofa which he rests an arm behind his head on the other side. His skin shines like honey glaze under the yellow lamp light and it’s really the only area that’s lit up inside the room. The male has headphones on, not worried about anything as he lazily strokes himself— his cock clearly half hard in his hand.
The older male is speechless, flushing warm as if he’s interrupted something. Which he mostly certainly has.
Taehyung doesn’t seem to hear or see him as he moans low under his breath, his slender hand cupping his heavy balls. The sound is just audible where they are in this space. The deep silkiness of his voice is still gravely from sleep and much deeper than normal. It sends a shock to Yoongi’s system and it’s enough to make him snap out of it.
“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers, meaning to leave once he’s realized he was supposed to shower and then fall back in bed and go right back to sleep. But instead he stands there in his damn oversized tour shirt in the middle of the room.
His presence continues to go unnoticed and Taehyung makes a show to arch into his hand, panting under his breath, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his eyes squinted shut tighter.
His dick was long and big yet almost small looking in his hand as he cupped himself. Taehyung was also well trimmed, but now he clearly had let it grown in more. And what a shame that Yoongi had barely gotten a chance to look at it last night, completely out of it.
Now he was getting a full show.
Yoongi could feel his own dick start to harden with interest, his palms becoming sweaty and his breathing picking up knowing he was watching his boyfriend get off so blatantly without him knowing. It was one thing when they mutually agreed to it, but he was almost spying on him in the darkest area of the room where he was still somewhat hidden.
Or so he thought.
”Hyung, if you wanted to watch you don’t need to stand in the dark like a creep.”
Damn.
“O-h-h I’m sorry, I— Don’t mind me. I was just grabbing… this,” Yoongi picks up a fucking febreeze spray bottle, not knowing what the hell he’s doing right now being watched like a hawk by his insanely hot boyfriend. And to make things more humiliating, Taehyung doesn’t falter his stroking over his cock, even humming seductively like he was enjoying Yoongi’s little flustered dance around the room.
”Yeah?” Taehyung pushed his headphones fully off, titling his head to the side, showing off his neck.
”Yeah.” He gripped the spray bottle tightly.
”So you weren’t watching me, Yoongi?”
“No. I’m not a creep am I?”
Taehyung smirked, his breath hitching as he fiddled the head of his cock. Yoongi’s breath hitched too as his eyes flickered down to it weeping, begging for his attention. He knows he should be less obvious but this little game they were playing was making his skin prickle with heat.
”Of course you aren’t.” Taehyung gasped with a devious smile, “You’re so good, the purest and sweetest baby ever. You’re even better as my toy too aren’t you?”
Yoongi let out a whimper, dropping the febreeze bottle. He was getting hard incredibly fast and it was making his knees weak.
The younger man sat up, eyes wide with a dark kind of hunger as he sat back on his elbows fully displaying himself. His heavy cock bobbled back and forth like it didn’t know what to do before it flopped to one side, twitching under Yoongi’s watchful gaze.
“Yoongi.”
His body tensed and it took everything in him not to whine out loud and wake Jungkook up. Breathing out, Yoongi raised his eyes to meet Taehyung’s.
“You’re my toy aren’t you?”
Fuck yes.
Yoongi nodded, shifting on his feet, while slowly inching forward. The man on the couch sat quietly as he approached and dropped onto his knees, keeping his hands to himself before he wasn’t sure if he could touch. Something about this Taehyung, disheveled and soft from sleep yet uncharacteristic due to the early hours of the morning was like unleashing a new kind of side.
They didn’t often get mornings like these, especially when the maknae line often slept in on most days. So to get this kind of treatment so easy in the day was baffling yet thrilling.
“Go ahead, take it into your mouth.” Yoongi leaned forward with his hands bared on the couch, brushing his lips onto the softness of Taehyung’s thighs before wrapping lips around the head. It was met with a tiny bit of difficulty but he succeeded, earning a gasp from Taehyung.
Yoongi hummed, already losing himself in the taste, trying hard to bob his head, run his tongue down the length but it was hard without using his hands. Instead, he opted for giving it kitty licks, enjoying the warm flood of precome with each flick.
”Shit, so good and warm for me…” Taehyung furrowed his brows, clearly holding back his own noises as his hand cradled into Yoongi’s hair. “Are you gonna take me in deeper, baby?” His deep timber sent sizzles down his back.
A quiet whimper climbed up Yoongi’s throat as he nodded, trying to bob his head more enthusiastically. Taehyung’s thighs trembled as he brushed his lips into the slit, wiggling his head back in forth.
”Yoongi, fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” Taehyung whined lowly, panting as he gripped his dark locks tighter. He pushed on his head to slightly guide down his length as Yoongi relaxed his throat. A low cough can be heard from Yoongi but it doesn’t falter until he’s taken Taehyung all the way.
“Ah—“ Taehyung leaned down to throw his head into the arm rest, his low moans becoming more consistent. “I’m so close, feel so good.”
Yoongi moaned around him, heating up knowing he was doing what he finally missed out on the night before. Though, Taehyung was already on edge before he came in, Yoongi still enjoys the way he shakes under him. The way his hands curl into his hair and cradle his face tenderly as he thrusts shallowly into his throat.
The wet sounds echo a little bit and Yoongi almost fears that it will wake up Jungkook. But instead of actually feeling bad, it just makes him burn up more and he can’t help but to bring hand down to his neglected cock that hangs— now dripping onto the carpet.
As soon as his hand comes into contact with his cock, he tenses up, an explosion of shockwaves making his head spin. His jaw aches and Taehyung barely relents from his thrusting almost growing rough but he’s mindful not to go too deep to salvage whatever they can for Yoongi’s vocal cords.
”What a fucking perfect toy. Fits so good around me and performs so well— ah Yoongi, seriously I’m gonna come.” Taehyung sounds serious, and almost in a warning tone and Yoongi knows why. “I— I can’t hold it anymore.”
“‘S fine, please Taehyungie?” Yoongi croaks once he pulls off, eyes desperate. “Inside… my mouth?”
”Oh my god—“
Taehyung shakes, his head thrown back as he comes right into the other’s face earning a disappointed whine from Yoongi. He twitches, jerking off any last remnants of his orgasm before wiping some of it off in a apologetic manner.
”Sorry, baby… couldn’t stop once you looked at me with those gorgeous kitten eyes.”
Yoongi sighs, a blush making his face turn red as he smiled shyly.
“Figures—“ he goes to stand up and Taehyung stops him. ”What?”
“What do you mean what what? I wanna take care of you too.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah— oh.” A smooth chuckle turns Yoongi putty as the younger man pulls him closer. “Let me take care of you before we really wake up Jungkookie.” Taehyung whispers, tugging Yoongi into his chest, running an hand under his shirt where he needs him most. “And ya know it’s still too early to be dealing with a grumpy Jungkook. ”
Yoongi can’t argue with that logic.
⊹₊⟡⋆
Yoongi wakes up feeling more rejuvenated than he expected, the ache in his muscles from last night’s show still lingering but now the pent up anxiety is gone. Aided by the hands of two of his beautiful boyfriends that accompany him to the private airport landing.
They kiss him goodbye, but not before arguing who will get to visit him again on his tour, hopefully sharing their shared love on stage this time. The older male of the two can’t help but smile fondly and cave into their every request. He’d do anything to have them by his side. Of course, Yoongi is nonchalant about it.
”Alright, I’m sending you my good luck energy on your next music shoot Jungkookie.” He earns a swift readjustment on his cap and a kiss on his cheek that he assumes he’s supposed to pretend like didn’t happen. Of course, he knows it’s Taehyung’s doing. God, Yoongi’s gonna miss these two troublemakers. “Hyung will be waiting to see how you do.”
The maknae smiles warmly, lip rings tugging with his front teeth as he bites his bottom lip.
“I will gladly receive it, baby. Tomorrow is the shooting with Latto, but I won’t be performing it for another week in New York. I loved seeing you perform… I just really wish I could at perform with you during your concert like you wanted.” Jungkook sighs, his chest deflating a little on the exhale.
Jungkook had agreed to Yoongi’s not-so-subtle pleas to come perform on stage with him. Since he had some space in his schedule, he was able to but only if their manager was willing to move his events up earlier in the day. The younger man was an all-nighter type of guy, there was no way he would stand too many early schedules nowadays back-to-back like he did in their pre-debut days.
“I still have some stuff to finish for my album too.” Taehyung huffs ruffling his own messy brown hair, hands on hips. The horizon gleams over the edge of the mountains where the airport lies. Soon, the sun will be greeting them and it will be time for Yoongi to leave them once again. “I’m gonna miss you so much.”
Yoongi frowns, feeling a dull ache at the notion he will be left alone again once he steps onto the private jet.
“I’ll…I’ll miss you both too.”
Is all he can utter out, any other words lodged in his throat, riddled with emotions.
The two men don’t seem to catch onto Yoongi’s inner anguish and if they do, they do a great job at masking it. The air becomes warmer over the time that they stand there waiting for Yoongi the depart and soon they’re giving him their final goodbye hugs before parting finally. The rug gleaming with their group name leads a path way up the stairs to the landing, reminding him of where he really belongs. Yoongi isn’t meant to be on his own, despite the reserved persona he possesses and the will to live in quiet peace — Yoongi doesn’t deny that ultimately he never wishes to be lonely.
He can be alone in his apartment all day, or his studio drowning in the darkness of his craft as he sinks further into his inner thoughts, washing away his sorrows through lyricism.
But Yoongi chose this life, a life style surrounded in expectations and raw passion for music. The world doesn’t value his feelings or if he’s burnt out. What matter is the next song, the next interview, the next tour.
Min Yoongi is an K-pop idol, a rapper— singer, prouder like the rest of them. But there was no time to be scared to move on his own and be worried about the ache in his limbs and the longing of relaxation as tiredness crept up on him again. Unfortunately, he was without the help of his band members synergy pushing him forward.
A seat awaits Yoongi in the jet and he welcomes the plush cushions, relaxing back into the chair as a staff member offers him a fruit salad. For once, his mood brightens up only for a moment as he takes a tangerine into his hand. Though, the last view of his members blend into the background, waving him enthusiastically a farewell.
The orange, red hue of the sun peaks just above the horizon, but unfortunately it doesn’t give him any comfort. Now, he would be on another mission to give his all for the cause. A shift in the turbulence is enough to make his stomach turn when he tries to eat a piece of the tangerine.
God, Yoongi hopes Jakarta will be as fun as he expects it to be.
⊹₊⟡⋆
Jakarta turns out to be as beautiful as he imaged. The view is spectacular and honestly he wouldn’t mind coming here for vacation. The city is nice, but surprisingly the coral reefs turn out to be much more adventurous for Yoongi’s taste. The aquamarine waves are crystal clear and full of salty sea water. The fish swim almost happily, absentmindedly of their mini yacht that glides smoothly across the water. At some point the driver of the yacht cranks up the speed and the boat is bumping from the friction, making them all bounce within it.
Their company camera man that often films their content takes charge for today’s vlog Yoongi has decided to film. The crisp salty air blowing through Yoongi’s dark hair is enough to make him smile stupidly at the sheer freedom he feels. The sun rays are filled with welcoming warmth and he can’t complain if he gets a little sun burnt later because he loves how it makes him feel.
Suddenly, the rapper isn’t so worried about his life, plans, or any schedule anymore. The beach life is a nice change of pace and does well to keep him preoccupied to entertain and share these sweet moments with the fans.
Soon, the boat comes to a slow hilt and Yoongi’s hair is fanned wildly across his sunglasses but his gummy smile doesn’t falter.
”I love it here!” The beer helps to relax his nerves even further for the brief trip to the sea.
“I heard the species of fish here are very special in this area so I’m curious to see them.” Yoongi comments, tugging on his life jacket from the driver. “I’m going snorkeling. It’s been a while. I think the last time was when—“
He pauses.
The last time Yoongi went snorkeling was when him and the boys had their trip in Malta. Yoongi didn’t exactly get to snorkel because he had some personal issues to sort out back home, but he remembers watching them splash in the water happier than ever.
The ache in his chest comes tumbling back, making his grip on the goggles that are handed to him tighten. “How about we jump in? I think I could do it.”
The switch in subject comes out a bit awkward but he manages fine stepping up to the front of the yacht. Mind a little boggled by his inner turmoil Yoongi goes to jump, but gasps as his legs give out right as he pushes off the edge.
“Yah!”
Water blurs his sight and burns his nostrils as he fumbles to the top. When he breaks the surface, he can hear his staff members laughing at him and he flushes embarrassed that he couldn’t even jump off a damn boat.
Though, Yoongi doesn’t complain, letting the lightness of their laughter carry away whatever fog he seems to sink back into.
Snorkeling turns out to be simpler than Yoongi thought. His flippers help him swim faster and deeper if he wants. The wildlife proves to be extremely good for the soul with how serene everything looks. Yoongi can’t help but point out every fish or plant that sparks his interest — swimming until his skin begins to prune up.
He’s relieved when his phone doesn’t even glitch when a bit of water gets on it once he’s back on the boat. The selcas he took are coy and just cute enough to post. The urge to brag about the branding of his galaxy phone is strong, but he decides to leave that for his concerts.
At some point they offer watermelons and Yoongi accepts it eagerly. The watermelon washes away the saltiness on his tongue and he hums enjoying the coolness it offers. After finishing the first slice, Yoongi reaches for another one and he thinks for a moment — an idea swirling in his head. Deciding not to hesitate, he lifts his phone and presses the watermelon partially into his mouth, eyes wide comically, hair dripping wet — and snaps the photo.
He sends the selca immediately to the groupchat, a sliver of nervousness swarming in his belly. Since yesterday they started responding as soon as the morning hit — a flood of messages apologizing for their behavior. It was true that they all had a secret alliance to not spoil Jungkook and Taehyung’s visit, so they didn’t respond.
It’s silly the eye roll and flood of relief that Yoongi felt at the confession, but still he couldn’t help but think it had something to do with the distance between them or him. Luckily, it wasn’t either.
| Yoongi
Jakarta's coral reefs are pretty
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The response is immediate, leaving Yoongi’s heart pounding with glee.
| Namjoonie
OH… hyung that’s not the only thing pretty
wow…
you look so
| JK
cute? yes.
super hot? also yes…
he’s right you look so good, hyung.
I didn’t give you enough goodbye kisses. You’re the prettiest thing there.
| Namjoonie
yeah…
What he said. O.O
Also I’m jealous… I want goodbye kisses
Well… any kisses will do. Or I miss you kisses are always nice too.
Anyway, I totally agree with jungkook. 100%.
| Jiminie
I really love those kind too, the ‘i really fucking miss you kisses’
they’re the best 😘
| Taetae
right?? babeee, you should have been there!
Like hyung was more than just hot on stage! he was everything!! all of the above!
whose boyfriend is this btw? 😩
he’s a genius
| Yoongi
tae are you drunk?
| Taetae
idk maybe?
hyungie I only have two glasses of champagneee 😫🍾
but fr this photo is so sexy
| Namjoonie
sounds drunk to me
| Yoongi
Jesus.
Omg … guys
Please it’s just a picture & I look like a wet cat
-_-
| Jiminie
But you’re a sexy wet cat though??
Yoongi sputters, blushing profusely, smile wide enough to hurt his cheeks. He couldn’t believe he was in love with these idiots.
| Hoba
Are you kidding me hyung??
I’m seriously fanning myself rn
and anyone seeing that watermelon??
Can I be that fruit… DAMN
| Jiminie
I wanna be that jump suit 🤤
have you been working out hyung?
| Yoongi
a little :)
| Taetae
dont lie to the people’s, you are buff AF
titties.
i REPEATheh
The titties are tittying
| Yoongi
wtf is that
| Namjoonie
New slang, I would explain but I’m barely gen z smart but I could try…
| Taetae
Titty - ING implies that they were doing their damn job
they were POPPING, and i drooled
I slapped them a few times myself and hyung enjoyed it.
| Hoba
Well shit… I bet he did…
Our baby boy loves pain
| Jiminie
I really wish i had been there now…
I would have done unspeakable things to that chest.
| Yoongi
Fuck can you guys not while I’m filming?
It’s like you guys want me to combust on this boat infront of everyone.
| JK
Now gonna lie, I would probably pay to see that
*Taetae hearted JK’s message*
| Jiminie
ditto.
*Taetae hearted Jiminie’s message*
| Seokjin-hyung
Alright everyone, calm down before you start barking and drooling all over the place
No need to explain overwhelm our shy yoongi, I think everyone got it jajaja
| Yoongi
Thank god.
the last person with reason.
| Seokjin-hyung
I try, but they are speaking facts
| Yoongi
😓😓
| JK
I would like to say I had a very normal amount of horniness for my boyfriend. 😤
| Taetae
I second that, but I am not beside barking. If Army can do it, I can too.
i’ll be your pet any day, baby.
But while it’s not entirely my thing, We all enjoyed Yoongi hyung being our toy last night
I would even say he’s our little pet kitten now
Yoongi gasps quietly under his breath, blushing profusely at the blatant admission. He had now moved to a beach just a ways away from the lake. A piña colada mixed fruity concoction into inside a coconut bowl was handed to him as a sat at the small tropical bar on the bank of the beach. This bar was accompanied with lined accommodations for tourists to the left of the mini island.
His thumbs hovered over the keyboard to make a rebuttal at Taehyung’s dirty teasing, but their leader beat him to it.
| Namjoonie
well, okay.
I think I was quite normal.
So I thirdth ?? myself ?
I’ll shut up now but I will be adding this to the list. I would love to explore the idea of Yoongi as our kitten.
Yoongi could feel his body relaxing to the alcohol mixed into the drink along with the two beers he had earlier making his thought turn sluggish, his movements free. Though, the bashfulness of his dominants making him shy, small, and incredibly wanted so openly over text while he sat in public made his pants tighten.
Fuck, Kim Namjoon and his sexy interest in emotional intelligence.
| Yoongi
NO! *insert embarrassed cat gif*
Namjoon not the list please? :(
I don’t want my kinks on a goddamn list, it’s embarrassing
I am not a pet…
| Taetae
ofc, you’re not an actual pet beautiful ;)
But one thing is for sure you are ours to use aren’t you?
Our special toy?
| Hoba
OH MY GODSHS
I can’t wait till it’s my turn…
| Yoongi
oh my god indeed…
And yes taehyung
Fml… you know I’m weak for you guys 🥺
| JK
Look what you did to him, you broke him. 🙂
And you made him blush Tae?? honestly, I gotta applaud you 👏
You actually got him to use a pouting emoji, I might pass away
| Jiminie
Impressive… but that was a little mean even for you taehyungie
Lucky for them, he liked when they were a little mean to him. But he’s not sure he’s ever admitted it to them despite the way his skin tingled.
| Taetae
I told you i could :D
hyungie also proved us that his tongue technology is real
Yoongi groaned from both pure cringeworthy laughter and sudden arousal remembering how their maknae quivered over his tongue. If they had more time he would have begged Jungkook to sink right down his throat next… make him swallow down all his come while Taehyung fucked his sloppy hole.
Maybe Yoongi is still horribly horny even after getting his fill from two of his boyfriends from the last 24 hours. He must be so spoiled at this point.
”Uh… e-excuse me sir?” The bar tender snapped his head up, trying to get the older man’s attention but was met with silence. Having seemingly heard Yoongi’s outburst a second ago at the redness painting his face— it was futile. From the looks of it, Yoongi was definitely not being subtle with how flushed he was becoming himself.
| Seokjin-hyung
Okayyy
I know I must be the sane one here but that’s fucking sexy yoongi-yah.
I miss you sm I’ll certainly ruin you once I can get a day off
| Hoba
You’re telling me I’ll probably be able to get a day off the same time you will…
I’m sure the baby will understand how much we miss him
“Um Sir…?”
“Sir?”
“Mr. Min!”
“What the—” Yoongi too distracted by the sensual undertone of the text startled from the bartender’s voice, fumbling his phone while knocking his drink. Which was already falling— the coconut titled on the edge of the table, leaving its chilly contents to spill on his swimming suit.
“Damn it, I was just starting to dry off.” He whined, his trunks soaked for the second time today. Though the coldness of the drink was surely helping his emerging erection, making him hiss.
“What was it?” Yoongi asked exasperated. The bartender looked warily before answering, handing him a towel to dry himself with. “Did you want another drink sir?”
“Um— no… no thanks. Actually could you put this as my final order? I won’t be needing a full tab anymore.”
The young male nodded, looking away from Yoongi as he wiped away at a counter on the other side of the bar, probably just as embarrassed to witness a superstar in incognito making a fool of himself while he thirsted at his phone all day.
So much for a lowkey visit.
| Yoongi
This isbwkwkqnwj dr e mm
| Jiminie
Is everything okay honey?
| Yoongi
Shit…
that was embarrassing
I almost dropped my phone but I spilled my piña colada :(
| Jiminie
oh no that’s horrible, I hate that
| JK
That sucks ass… sorry babe ☹️
Were you able to save some of it?
| Yoongi
Barely… im sure the kid that’s the bar tender thinks I must be an idiot.
that or scoring a date bc I’ve had a couple drinks & I feel really good
Omg… still so horny
just need to get fucked so badly
Okay, maybe Yoongi is tipsier than he thought. His thumbs moving much faster to relay his inner thoughts before his brain could catch up. No wonder he was getting so clumsy.
| Namjoonie
Oh?… is that right sweetheart?
Seems like to me you need one of us
| Yoongi
fuck you
I didn’t mean to type that.
| Namjoon
Wow… how rude
I’m not sure what I’m misunderstanding, you made it very clear. And you’ve been speaking to me anyway you feel like huh?
Should I do something about that when I visit you?
Bring my paddle and teach you a lesson for misbehavior?
because I’ll be the last to come and you won’t be having such a vulgar mouth when I’m done with you…
Understand ?
| Jiminie
Uh oh you made Namjoonie mad
i’m mean but he’s meaner than me, might wanna apologize to him Yoongi
Yoongi curses under his breath, his trunks still damp but tight against his groin. He may have spoken too rashly now. The single text rendering him silent…
| Yoongi
Yes Namjoon… I’m sorry for speaking swearing at you
| Jiminie
Damn Joon I’m so turned on rn
| Hoba
So while I am totally frothing at the mouth after that interaction I’m still veryyy curious abt your night with the boys
I take it you enjoyed your night?
That is if Joon is accepting the apology?
| Namjoonie
Yes… I accept. But you will still receive punishment for it later.
| Yoongi
Yes sir…
I did enjoy myself, Hobi.
| JK
Are you gonna tell them how good you were for us?
| Yoongi
Well… they were amazing and so gentle bc I was still sore but it was good
I felt so good and soft… like being useful for you
I loved it more than I thought I would and I miss you all sm…
Yoongi pauses before sending what he’s about to send, his tongue poking at his cheek as he flushed hotly, his brain going a bit fuzzy around the edges from both the alcohol and the arousal.
I came so many times and I didn’t even get what I really wanted
| JK
And what do you really want Yoongi?
we went out of our way to take such good care of you… what were you missing hyung?
| Yoongi
you’re gonna make me say it?
you already know
| Seokjin-hyung
we would like to hear it, yes.
Go on.
| Yoongi
I needed you… yk that
| Taetae
Needed what?
| Yoongi
Don't be a tease.
Your cocks…
| JK
Whose cock baby?
Mine or his?
| Taetae
You got my cock in that pretty little mouth this morning.
it wasn’t enough for you?
| JK
OH HELL NAH
I knew I heard something… I thought I dreamed that.
| Yoongi
Sorry Jungkookie…
if you woke up probably would have sucked you off too
But I wanted both :((
| Hoba
Oh baby are you drunk fr?
I might be having a crisis in our bunk room but I’m here.
| Yoongi
so not not drunk ://
okay I lied maybe a little or a lot
or I mean
hobiii that bar tender looked like he wanted me
am I that hot?
| Jiminie
of course you are. The biggest hottie in the universe
so cute that I wanna do so many bad things to you
| Namjoonie
god… and what you were saying before
| JK
You’re the hottest ever !
so hot that I would end that guy whoever he is staring at you if I could climb through this phone.
And drink some water baby.
| Yoongi
it’s okay kookie he wouldn’t stand a chance anyway
bc no one makes me feel like you guys
you guys and your big hearts and your huge cocks, can’t handle it!!
but I can tho can’t I sirs?
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| Namjoonie
Fuck… look at that, you look so hard in your cute little trunks
You better not be touching yourself in public
I know I’ve been hard this whole time and I’m in a company meeting, fucking hell.
| Jiminie
Twinsies Joon-hyung !!
I’m probably in the next room over !
| Yoongi
that’s sooo hot
and am not just showing you
going back to my room on the boat
| Taetae
Good, baby.
But it’s too late for me… At a fashion show for Celine.
Ha ha, don’t snitch but these leather jeans are showing a little too much.
I'll okay tho ;)
| Yoongi
god I think I am drunk :(((
| Seokjin-hyung
yes, baby we discussed that already.
Our poor little kitten all got and bothered and no one to take care of it but himself :(
Hyung knows those little nipples must be so hard and pink for us aren’t they?
Without thinking much about it, Yoongi sat up from his bed to tug his damp shirt off. He had arrived back to his room on the yacht and was way too pent up to care anymore. Yoongi laid down on the bedding feeling his body begin to heat up with sweat as he saw himself in the phone screen— flushed pink down to his chest, dark hair damp across his forward fluttering in his eyes that were blown wide with arousal. Sighing as he pressed his left hand to his nipple, pinching it roughly as a sharp exhale came out— he snapped a photo of himself. The sound of the camera echoed in the room leaving him breathless at the admission.
Yoongi hit send and waited.
Of course, the dings were instantaneous.
| Yoongi
*insert photo image attachment*
Read by Seokjin-hyung, JK, and others at 4pm.
Will you also send photos ?
wanna see proof
im so hard and wet everywhere sirs, bettt you wan see where
| Namjoonie
shit… Yoongi
I’m really going to bring my restraints and my paddle when I come by…
Sluts should always be prepared…
| Jiminie
Surely he’ll be confident until he’s on his knees
I would actually like to see how wet you are right now…
Probably leaking like a damn faucet
| Yoongi
Yeahhh, am Jiminie
I am I mean
They’re all messed up, my trunks. But it feels good. glad I didn’t wear too many layers.
| Hoba
No underwear baby boy?
How naughty of you.
| Yoongi
I’m so naughty…
Wanna, can I touch myself?
| JK
Yeah go ahead baby… I’m definitely jerking off after this interview
I fucking love when you’re being honest with us. But something tells me there are only two of us controlling this conversation rn
| Jiminie
From what I see you’re already touching yourself
The baby boy wants to touch his cock?
| Yoongi
yes please Jiminie.
| Jiminie
Then he may.
| Namjoonie
And are you dry? Change out of them or don’t. You’ll make a mess anyway…
| Yoongi
Fuck sirs
I took them off for you.
I’m ok, just need to come. Touching myself rn
Tell me I can
pls??
| Seokjin-hyung
Okay, it’s okay sweetie.
You are good. So good for us and telling us how you feel.
We’re so proud of you.
How about you get comfortable out of all your clothes, and wait for now. Stop touching your cock. Lay out a towel for us on the bed once you’re done.
Once you’re done, I have a better idea.
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The afternoon spins off into a more amber glow as the day grows dimmer and once Yoongi gets back his hotel room. The video call with his boyfriends left him hot and tingly with a sense of need growing under his skin the more he thought about it.
”Show us your cock, baby. Don’t be shy.”
Yoongi had laid out a towel as told and gotten out of his damp clothes, reliving his skin of the pruny wrinkles that were trying to formulate across the surface. Seokjin had set up a 7 way video call on their laptop, him being the host for the call.
Though the kicker was everyone else would be tending to their tasks and plans as usual while Yoongi listened to their conversations all filtered into the background, some of them giving their whispers of approval. The debuachery of the situation left a sweet taste in Yoongi’s mouth and a hot glaze over his skin. And to make things even more scandalous, the only person who was off today, took command on their scene was Kim Seokjin.
Each camera was off expect for Yoongi’s to give the illusion that they were in a regular call, of course alas things were to become more explicit, the others were in relatively less public areas while Yoongi withered pathetically into the sheets.
Yoongi whined, positioning his laptop just so and lifting his shirt above his belly button, teasing where his cock lay hard and leaking. He heard a few gasps and curses and flushed even hotter, sinking down into the bedding with each flick of his pointer finger at the head. This was surely the most humiliating scene they had ever come up with but the thought of anyone potentially peaking onto any one of their phones to see Yoongi vulnerable and open was surprisingly thrilling.
They had never explored his kinks to this extent before, only in the privacy of their homes. Today was a different story.
Little gasps fell from his mouth knowing everyone was watching him. It had been so long since the seven of them had spent time together in any way, intimate or not. It felt good to be watched even if all he could see was himself.
The imagine was enough to make Yoongi spread his legs wider unconsciously.
”Such a pink cock… so pretty isn’t it?” A deep timbered voice muttered into the mic, sound muffled from his end as he spoke.
”Exactly, Taehyung-ah…” Hoseok replied, his voice raspier than Yoongi remembered it.
Yoongi stroked his fingers over his length, ordered to slowly tease himself. He was told to brush his fingers tips over his slit, rub until he leaked more, and sometimes pull it back and watch it snap back. Then another voice who he recognizes as Namjoon gives him a dirty order.
”Pull yourself open for us and show us that hole too.” He sounded like he was seconds away from touching himself if he hadn’t already been.
A groan fell deep from Yoongi’s chest as he spit on his fingers and hooked them inside to pull himself wider.
”Fuck, you’re still loose from his fingers?” This time Jungkook chimed in. He actually sounded like he was touching himself as he promised through text. He could almost hear his hand moving over his cock. “Spit on it.”
The thought alone made Yoongi dizzy and he did as told, his mind growing fuzzy knowing his seven doms were watching him fall apart just from a few touches and dirty talk.
He spat on his entrance, shuddering as he brushed the tips of his two fingers against it, listening to the wetness accumulate the more he spat down on himself, nearly drooling on his chest.
“You’re being so messy, baby boy. You always like being wet, hm? Like you have a pussy?” Jimin’s rasped.
Yoongi moaned out loud, holding his tongue out to let it dribbled more, rubbing it in. The squelch was a bit louder now as he rubbed only over his rim, squirming under his own touch as everyone began to pant at the display.
Jimin’s order filtered in as Yoongi began to whine.
“Rub that pussy baby.”
Yoongi rubbed over his hole, mesmerized by Jimin’s voice. Then he dipped his fingers in, whimpering when two slipped in without resistance.
“Was your pussy that empty? I bet you can’t wait to get a cock in there to fill you up.” Jimin hissed, his mic surely picking up his swift hand moving over his own length.
Yoongi felt a heat tighten in his belly and he clenched around his fingers as he added a third one.
“Ohh fuck, Jimin.” Yoongi panted, pumping his fingers in and out, trying hand to keep himself open, hooking his other legs around his arm.
”Not Jimin today.”
The older man whined, looking at the camera in a plea, more curses coming out.
”Oh, daddy please?” Yoongi whispered, his fingers digging in deeper trying to find that spot.
”Oh? So I’m daddy now? I thought our baby boy was being bad today—“
Yoongi removed his fingers, resisting the urge to cry. He was a good boy, he was a good boy.
“I’m not bad—“
”I’m still talking.” Jimin’s voice cut like a sharp knife, sultry and divine. The edginess to his voice despite being so soft made Yoongi shiver in delight. He wanted Jimin here. Wanted him to put him in his place, show him what happens to bad boys.
”I’m not finished, you will speak when I ask you too. Understand, baby boy?”
Yoongi nodded, obediently. “Yes, sir.”
”Good.”
Seokjin cursed, his camera accidentally flickering on before it went back off. For a glimpse, he caught the older man flushed and sweaty like he’d went on a run. Well, we know that isn’t true.
”It looked like you were about to come. Are you going to come?”
Jimin’s voice brought him back.
“No… I was close but…” Yoongi finds himself shrinking, making himself smaller. “I won’t, sir. I won’t come.”
”It’s not that I don’t want you to… rather we have plans for you. We want you to go about your rehearsals and the concert as planned.” He explained, his tone tense with anticipation like he couldn’t wait to get it all out. “How many shows do you have in Jakarta’s baby?”
Yoongi blinked, the stifle of his orgasm at the tips of his fingers still, but, he answered not without his voice coming out whiny.
“Three shows… why?”
“Oh poor baby…” and “He won’t like this,” echoed out on the video call which worried the older man to no end.
”Well, sweetie, we want you to wait. One of us will be coming down there to support you so and give you a reward for waiting so patiently.” Seokjin said.
Oh.
”I feel like there’s a but…”
”Isn’t our baby so smart?” Namjoon cooed.
“Of course, why do you think he’s our most important asset?” Hoseok answered.
”The ‘but’ is you’ll have one of us check in to make sure you’re not touching yourself. So we’ll call, text or whatever we can.” Jungkook explained, a softer tone coming out. “But whether you end of touching yourself or not is up to you. If you touch yourself but don’t come, you’ll still get rewarded but not without punishment.”
”And if you don’t touch yourself at all, then we’ll just shower you with praise.” Taehyung added in.
”A-And if I don’t touch myself… what if I come anyway?” A cute pout turned onto Yoongi’s lips.
Everyone went silent.
“Oh… well we hadn’t thought that far. Do you think you’ll come untouched at all, sweetheart?” Jimin asked.
”Mm… if I keep thinking about what you called my… my—“
”Your hole?” — Jimin said.
”Your cunt?” — Hoseok said.
Yoongi flushed, rubbing his hands in his thighs trying not to touch himself already. The word had sparked something in him he didn’t know existed and now the word slipping from Jimin’s lips was making him hot to the core.
“Oh? Is that it?” The younger man caught on ever so quickly. Yoongi could hear the smile in his voice. “Do you like when I say those words or perhaps if I call it my pussy?”
Yoongi’s breath hitched, earning a few whistles and chuckles.
“Hm, you really are our play toy.” Jungkook chimed in, his voice low and teasing. “A pocket pussy even? I bet our pussy works great too.”
Yoongi whined, squeezing his legs together.
Taehyung chuckled. “Whaddya think about all of us claiming your pussy for the rest of this tour?”
Taehyung and his damn mouth, always playing well with what Jimin wants.
With a curt nod and a squeeze of his legs tightly together, the older man ignored the teasing they all threw at him, cooing at his resilience to not touch himself for the sake of whatever surprise they had waiting for him again. Yoongi sits up dazed and slips on a comfy large tee shirt with sweats. The call ended miraculously by the interruption of someone’s phone dying during the conversation. Luckily, at that point everyone was starting to sober up from the lustful session they had endured and given Yoongi their good luck wishes for the next three days.
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City lights blind Yoongi’s vision as he exits his hotel room for the last time. It’s his final day in Jakarta and they will be heading to a restaurant before rehearsals later tonight. The hours move faster here, darkening the day in a chromatic night black filter, lighting the sky with its sparkle of star speckles. The rapper vlogs yet another video for his fans, his itch to share his first solo tour as a Korean idol rapper proves to be an interesting journey in itself. The need to have a camera showcase his other side, reserved and intimate plagues him, but he doesn’t mind it.
Ten years in the game, he isn’t afraid to have something filming him all day.
Though, his skin buzzes with a sense of wonder and urgency the more his phone pings with messages from his boyfriends. They seem to enjoy watching him squirm and turn pink to his very core when they poke and prod at him. Varying from seemingly innocent comments on Yoongi’s performance, asking about his day to verging on scandalous commentary on his thighs showing through his jeans or how hot he looks drenched in sweat.
Tonight, they eat and enjoy their meal as a crew. He tastes some unique dessert, frowning at the unfamiliar flavors but deeming it okay for a first timer. The dark chocolate tastes sweet enough and doesn’t take away from the bitter undertones that he enjoys.
Soon enough, Yoongi is brought to his car, readying his travel to the sizable arena he will be performing in tonight. His phone vibrates and he shivers when he sees whose name shines on the screen.
Clearing his throat, he glances at the screen separating him from the driver and sighs. “Jimin-ah? What’s going on? I’m on my way to the arena right now.”
”Nothing, hyung. I’m on my way to the venue too.” His soft voices radiated, melting the older male’s nerves. Jimin had called him yesterday telling him that he would be flying down to give a surprise performance for their fans, finally uniting for a unit song they haven’t done for years. It made Yoongi ecstatic to be performing with a member on his tour. He’d been missing their presence on stage for so many weeks. “The flight was good but I did sleep the whole way here.”
”Okay… that’s good. I was worried for a second. Glad the flight went well.”
Flights for Jimin are normally easy and uneventful, but he has a track record of forgetting his lounge much like Namjoon and his passport scares.
”It makes me so happy that you worry for me.” Yoongi can hear his eye smile from here. “I hope your day was good. I heard you ate at a five star restaurant today, how fancy.” The car pulls into the parking garage and Yoongi has to move quickly to avoid the hundreds of fans that perimeter the edge of the entrance. It’s slightly chilly in Jakarta at night, but nothing that should concern him or the people coming here.
“By the way, did you do what I asked you to do?”
A door is held open for him and he’s ushered to his dressing room to get changed into more comfortable attire for practice. Yoongi gives himself a look into the mirror and finds himself flushing pink. No surprise there.
”I did.” Yoongi breathed out, trying hard to ignore the deep ache that was now coming back with a force at Jimin’s silky voice. He had nearly forgotten about the smooth glass plug nestled inside him. He had promptly left himself dazed after quickly preparing himself, trying to treat it more clinically to avoid coming.
Because Yoongi was a good boy and good boys didn’t come without permission.
“How good of you. You listen so well.” The praise brushed over him, an echo in the phone speaker making him flinch. The door rattles for a second and Yoongi has to swallow down a gasp when he walks over to open it without hesitation.
Park Jimin stands in front of him, black hair combed neatly into a middle part, curling nicely at his neck. His smile is deviously gorgeous and his eyes glint as he clutches the phone to his ear before lowering it. And fuck, while the outfit he wore was casual the jeans were still hugging his thighs deliberately teasing Yoongi’s patience.
Of course, Jimin always hugged first more than anything. Yoongi was tugged into his embrace before he could get shy with his door wide open. He had missed his warmth, snuggling into it full bodied as they were the same height. The younger pulled away, his sparkling eyes making his face burn hot slowing inching closer. Yoongi held his breath, waiting for those plush lips to envelop him, turn him to mush, but it never happened.
”I missed you so much, Yoongi.” Hands slid to his neck, rubbing it affectionately before gliding down his back settling onto his waist, fingers teasing up the back of his shirt. Instead, plump lips brushed his making him gasp a quiet breath of desperation.
“Missed you too— so much,” Yoongi rasped, begging their lips to press together harder but Jimin relented. They were exposed, aware of the eyes watching them but pretending not to see what was happening out in the open. “It hurt so much, I couldn’t even sleep Jiminie.”
“Oh, baby. None of that, let’s go before you’re late. Sejin-nim won’t like that, hyung.”
The rapper groaned, closing his eyes as those sneaky hands glided over his skin at his waist, making him press closer. How he wanted to tug Jimin inside his room and drop to his knees. Make him shove his cock down his throat.
Something about Jimin made him ravenous and he was panting just thinking about all the dirty things they would be doing if he wasn’t being summoned on a stage in front of thousands.
The younger man chuckled, amused by the dark glaze in Yoongi’s eyes and patted his butt jokingly. “Don’t pout kitty, you’ll get your treat as long as you behave. You’re still our toy, don’t forget that.” The words were etched at the shell on his ear, making him shiver with new found determination.
The rehearsals go about as smooth as it could. Yoongi goes about as insane as a horny man can being flaunted around in his lust filled stupor with a gorgeous man like Jimin teasing him at every twist and turn. The younger man doesn’t ever stop touching him whether it’s a hand on his shoulder, neck, waist or simply grasping his own larger hand in a mock high five of approval— it makes Yoongi burn on the inside.
And to make matters worse, the singer kills their duo performance once the show gets well into his last stretch, lights bright with the glow of their fandom light sticks and Jimin’s voice loud in his ear piece growling out lyrics. Even Jimin’s outfit matches his persona, sparkly and bedazzled to the high heavens in Jean galore. Yoongi leaves the stage at some point to let his band member have the stage to himself.
Yoongi plops into the seat that’s ready for him when he exits down the stairs and the staff freshen up his sweaty, debauched makeup and changes him into a clean and dry outfit. His in-ears still connect to Jimin’s mic and he can hear the man singing and panting into it, leaving him intoxicated by his siren-like voice.
Eventually, he can’t stay there for too long and the song ends signaling that he will have to go back on stage now. Yoongi passes Jimin briefly on the way in the hallway and the other man couldn’t look anymore beautiful. He’s thoroughly sweaty and exhausted from the adrenaline rush— his name being chanted like a repeated mantra from inside the arena.
But damn, the dazzling smile is enough to make Yoongi stumble on his own two feet. Their fingers graze each others as they pass and Yoongi knows he can’t finish tonight off without giving his all, like he always does.
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Another show ends yet again and Yoongi is gritting his teeth at the ache in his muscles and joints. He thinks he may have slightly pulled something in one of his thighs, but he doesn’t have time to evaluate if it’s a cause for concern once Jimin is running up to him and cradling his face. Their eyes meet and Yoongi can tell the younger man is holding himself back, an unspeakable look glaring back at him.
”You did so good. I’m so proud of you! Let’s get out of here,” Jimin threads a hand into Yoongi’s and pulls him along, nearly dragging him down the hallway. Their staff surround them, effectively shielding them from the sheer screams that echo at their public show of affection. Jimin is not one to shy away from showing how he feels in the face of the public eye. It used to make Yoongi wary at being so blatantly obvious in their love, but now he doesn’t mind it.
In fact, Jimin’s possessive side is exceedingly why he craves the control shift in their intimacy. The way Jimin will tug him along without a care or kiss him on the mouth in front of an ex-lover is what Yoongi and the others love so much about him.
Once inside their shared car, Jimin makes sure the window is up, giving them privacy before turning to his lover. “Are you tired? I wanted to give you part of your reward.”
The older man perks up at that having previously slumped into the seat at the door closed shut. Yoongi’s throat runs dry and he shakes his head, his heart beginning to race as Jimin’s fingers teased his inner left thigh. His fingers grazed over his black jeans making his hips twitch as he clutched the seat, already starting to pant as they brushed up and down. The younger man seemed so unfazed as he stared out the window by his brazen behavior, touching Yoongi’s crotch so openly.
The ride went on for about ten minutes, the constant silence deafening Yoongi’s mind as Jimin continued to brush over his stiffening cock, up and down, up and down.
A gasp turns into a faint moan when Yoongi's cock begins to leak, wetting the front of his pants in a dark patch. His chest flutters when Jimin stops briefly, feeling the wetness leak through his jeans. A hum low and affirming could be heard from Jimin and soon his fingers were pulling his buttons undone, bringing his zipper down.
Yoongi panted, lifting his hips as Jimin’s eyes burned into his crotch as his jeans were tugged down just over his ass. His underwear was dark as well, doing well to hide some of the wetness, but doing nothing to keep the tent hidden.
”So hard and I’ve barely touched you.” Jimin frowned like he was trying to assess why that was, fingers still grazing over his length.
Yoongi whined, biting his lip hard to keep himself from becoming too loud over the faint music playing at the front.
“Do you like me touching you like this?” Jimin whispered, lips hot against his ear. He smiled widely as Yoongi nodded quickly.
“And what if I took you out fully?” His theft fingers fluttering against where Yoongi needed him most, the music seemingly growing louder to aid their mischievous effort.
A whimper cut at the back of Yoongi’s throat as he nodded again. The younger man cursed under his breath, his hair looking like he’d ran his hand through it a million times.
”Shit, in here Yoongi?” His lips grazed over his forehead, giving it a soft kiss before skimming over the hoops gleaming in his ear. “You want daddy to touch your cock in the car like a dirty little slut?”
“Please?” Yoongi begged lowly, letting his deep voice hitch up higher into the younger man’s ear. He could feel the way Jimin tensed, shivering as his lips ghosted his neck. The rapper flickered his gaze back over to the window separating them, feeling so dirty for wanting to get off in the car with one of their staff members present. But it turned him on so much. “Please touch my cock daddy?”
It had been three days. Three days since Yoongi had touched him, and four days since he had come. He needed it so badly. Everything had started to pile up again and consume him with no release whatsoever to soothe him back down.
“Fuck, Yoongi. Baby boy…” Jimin panted into his ear, barely staying quiet enough. “Lift your hips.”
He did, listening as his boxers were tugged down letting his dick slip out. Suddenly, the air in the backseat turned sizzling hot and he was panting out loud, his face burning more as Jimin kept looking at him like he was about to snap. Soon, the younger man held him into his hand, curling his fingers around his cock, barely fitting all the way around. The image was enough to make his eyes roll back as Jimin began to twist his hand up and down.
Jimin touched him with a need like he was getting off on seeing Yoongi unravel in the back of this car, their company car. Yoongi spread his legs wider, virtually cursing his pants that were tugging at his thighs as they tensed on the up twist of Jimin’s hand.
They foreheads pressed together as the faint sound of his weeping cock echoed between them like a reminder of how tense the situation was. Precum dibbled into Jimin’s hand so often that it was impossible to not hear it by now the more his hand twisted up, teasing the head that was red and throbbing.
“Oh-h-h please, sir. I’ll be good…” Yoongi whispered, panting heavily into Jimin’s neck and smelling his cologne. His hips were now lifting up in their own accord, letting Jimin’s hand and forcing him to jerk him off more earnestly.
“I know you will, but you’re being too loud in here, Yoongi. You’ll scare the poor man up front. Do you want him to know how much of a slut you are?” A smack at his hip sharp yet quiet landed there, making his skin burn hotly.
Yoongi shuttered, slamming his hips upward, unable to keep from sighing out more hushed moans as he neared his orgasm. His belly curled so hotly as Jimin continued to pull his hand over his entire cock despite scolding him on being too loud. It seemed he didn’t really care— lifting Yoongi’s shirt and using his other hand to play with his happy trail, rubbing his palm in circles.
The older man gasped, grabbing Jimin’s hand that was his belly now falling lower and pressing against the butt plug that he ignored on Jimin’s account. A moan all too loud punched out of Yoongi’s chest and he was spreading his legs wide as Jimin played with his ass, slightly tugged the plug in and out.
”Are you gonna give me an orgasm? God I can’t wait to ruin this pussy, it already seems ready for me.” Jimin said into his ear, shoving the plug back in, before moving his hand faster over the head of his cock. They had probably already been caught as the car was nearing the parking lot.
The older man threw his head back, shuttering as he came all over his head, gasping out a real moan once the driver opened the door and slammed it shut.
“Fuck sir— fuck I-I made a mess.”
“‘Course you did. We all knew you’d be such a dirty little slut. Just like Hoseokie said.” Jimin groaned, releasing Yoongi’s cock in favor of licking his palm clean, staring right into the older man’s eyes. He moaned, licking between his fingers and finishing off with the slurp of his thumb, smirking at the glazed over look in Yoongi’s eyes.
”You did so well holding out for us these last few days.” Kisses littered his face making him blush profusely. “For me…” A kiss planted on his lips, licked into his mouth leaving him intoxicated.
“Let’s go before we make a bigger fool of ourselves.”
The walk up to the elevators prove to be much more embarrassing than their earlier situation. Some of his own release got into his boxers and now he’s having to face the consequences of that. Luckily, it’s not long before they get to their room, the card activating the lock in record time.
The two men don’t waste any time as they crash together in a pile of limbs clothes flying away. Their kiss is nothing but filled with lustful desperation, turning absolutely filthy as Jimin licks into his mouth like a starved man. They end up both naked on the floor, with Jimin hovering over him as he lifts Yoongi thighs in favor of getting his hands on the plugs nestled between there.
Yoongi braces himself on the carpet, panting as sweat dripped down his face making his long hair fan across his eyes as the plug falls from his hole. He can’t help but clench around nothing as fingers press against the rim, giving way to the little resistance. Two fingers sink into him and he arches up immediately, feeling them press relentlessly at his prostate.
“Ah yes, yes, yes! Sir— your fingers are so deep inside me.”
Jimin grunts, seemingly entranced by them sinking into his hole, adding a third finger. “And yet you’re still so fucking tight around me.”
The filth makes Yoongi burn inside his chest as a sob comes tumbling forward as those same thick fingers, though small thrust into him harshly.
“I planned to be more patient but I know you don’t want that right now. Need something to fill this pussy up.” The younger man leans down to lick down the middle of his chest before ravaging his right nipple with his tongue and teeth.
Yoongi arches against, bending up into his warmth mouth, unable to keep the loud moans from spilling out as Jimin worked his wrist in fast circles like he couldn’t stop rubbing against Yoongi’s walls, making him tremble. His thighs burned from the exhaustion of tonight’s show but the strain only made Yoongi moan louder with more need.
His body jerked up suddenly as Jimin pressed his stomach down to keep him still from squirming as his legs twitched uncontrollably. Whimpers fell from Yoongi as each one was pushed out by Jimin’s fingers, the low squelch of left over lube matching them.
“Uh, I’m gonna come daddy. Gonna come on your fingers— make me, make me!” Yoongi cried as tears left trails down his face onto the carpet. It was like he was begging Jimin to make him do just that.
The younger man lifted up, exhaling a breath of air as his tattooed bender across his ribs. Body sculpted and toned up from years of performance. He was beyond beautiful.
“Yeah? If you come now you’re gonna come on daddy’s cock how ever many times I want.” Jimin’s eyes were so dark it makes Yoongi squirm almost like he had been burned, as he spread his legs wider, still clenching around his fingers.
“Whatever daddy wants…” The promise filtered out unabashed and vulnerable. The comfortability to let Jimin have him anyway he wanted left Yoongi dizzy with want and love for the man.
Jimin hummed, rubbing his hands over Yoongi’s belly affectionately. Ignoring the whine, thoroughly enjoying Yoongi’s torture at staving off his orgasm, Jimin leaned down giving his cock a little flick of his tongue. The older man squeaked, jerking up into his mouth as Jimin moaned giving his cock a good wet slurp, drooling over it.
“What if I wanna suck you off first?”
A lick over his slit.
“You can…”
Plush lips skim over his length, a smile pressing into it.
”And what if I want you to suck me off?”
Yoongi rolled his eyes playfully earning a smack on his thigh. “I would say please sir can I?” He fluttered his eyelashes knowing it would make Jimin go crazy.
”A vixen you are— God…”
Jimin ran a hand through his hair visibly affected by Yoongi’s presence alone, it left the older man vibrating from the inside out. Letting out a sigh, Jimin’s eyes flickered down to Yoongi’s chest, a light of want flashing through them, stripping back all of Yoongi’s layers.
”What about these, hm?” Hands skimmed up Yoongi’s stomach to his chest to squeeze his pegs close together emphasizing their thickness. Yoongi had gotten more lean in muscle, so his chest had started to fill out and plump from their strict dieting. Jimin pouted, his plush lips pushing into a cute beak. “I might want to play with these for a while. Might slide my cock between them.”
Yoongi groaned, his voice raspy and nearly wrecked from his arousal.
“You’d love to watch me fuck your tits wouldn’t you?”
A nod of his head makes Jimin laugh.
”And if baby boy gets overwhelmed?” He realizes them and leans over Yoongi’s thigh, resting his cheek into his palm. Jimin’s finger trails down his abdomen, making them tremble and to his soft cock that twitches at his touch.
“I admit, I’m greedy. Daddy just loves to fuck his baby boy like the good slut he is. I might get carried away,” Jimin pouts circling his finger around the head as Yoongi bites his lip, holding back from crying. “I want to fuck you until I’ve had my fun… ware you out until this big cock can’t come anymore.”
Yoongi gasped, his cock jerking pathetically as a small dribble of come shot out of it. Jimin’s hands encouraging— rubbed at his hips, soothing his thumbs on the outside of his crotch where his cock sputtered white semen onto his bellybutton, adding to the mess already there. The older man gasped out little hiccups, as his soft cock gave a bob connecting a string of his release to his stomach. Jimin let out a low moan, licking it from the head making Yoongi scream throwing his head back. He still shook uncontrollably but he held himself still so that Jimin could clean him up.
”That was so fucking hot. Baby boy… you still with me?”
After receiving a sound of agreement, Jimin made sure to lift Yoongi up slowly to ease them over to the bed. The older man winced at the soreness slowly radiating from his tail bone, whining as he had onto his back. “Are you feeling okay? How about we turn on our sides?”
Yoongi nodded, his tongue turning heavy in his mouth as he hummed in approval. Jimin acted quickly and circled around him to wrap the smaller man into his arms. The rapper was broadly than him and a bit more muscular yet, he fit so tiny inside Jimin’s arms as he sighed out a breath of relief.
Jimin pulled his left up to slip his between Yoongi to make it easier on his hips. His mission was so not let Yoongi left a finger for tonight. His baby boy had been so good that he didn’t have any other reason to drag this out any longer.
”More lube?”
Yoongi turned back slightly to stare into Jimin’s eyes pleading. That’s when Jimin indulged him and kissed him sweetly, still more tongue kissing if anything but it was exactly what the older man had been craving. Yoongi’s hands clutched Jimin’s tightly enjoying the brief moment of tranquility before the desire was filling up inside of him again. He bushed his ass over Jimin’s cock, whining for it. It was ridiculous that he had barely gotten any of it all night.
”Okay, alright. Is that a yes or a no?”
“Yes…” Yoongi sighed out, kissing him again. “Wan’ it soaking wet. Feels so good when it slips right in and I-I can feel it sliding down my thighs.”
“Fuck, just like a pussy you say?.” Jimin growled.
“Yeah, hurry up.” Yoongi wiggled his hips, hearing a gasp from behind him. “Are you gonna fuck m-my pussy, too, daddy?”
Jimin cursed, slapping his ass before reaching back to grab the lube that was suspiciously placed underneath the pillow already.
What can he say? Yoongi prepared well.
”You and your fucking dirty mouth. One day I’m gonna find something to keep it quiet while I fuck you.” Jimin gritted, slathering the lube, not caring if he was getting it everywhere. He couldn’t stop himself any longer to wait as he grabbed his throbbing cock, hissing as he lined it up to Yoongi’s entrance.
”Oh— shit, it’s so big.”
Yoongi stuttered on his words as Jimin entered him, sliding all the way inside to a hilt. His size with above average like many of his boyfriends, but unlike others who were varying in width Jimin’s was the thickest.
“Your fat cock,” Yoongi finally finished, gasping into the pillow forgetting that Jimin was right there to hear him choke over his own saliva. The younger man grunted, huffing at the rappers comment before pulling all the way out and slamming back in. The both shifted up at the force, making Jimin have to hold Yoongi tighter against his chest as he drove his dick inside faster.
He was unable to hold back how rough he wanted to be knowing Yoongi loved it and that he needed it having been holding back for days just to have him like this, raw and unadulterated. Moans turned to cut short screams as Jimin pounded into Yoongi with abandon.
“And do take daddy’s fat cock so well, I must admit, sweetheart.”
Yoongi cried into the pillow, now leaned more onto his front as Jimin leaned over his back, lips pressed to his ear as he grunted into it. His hips never seemed to slow down, his dancer hips moving him along as if it was another routine to conquer. And soon enough, Jimin found that spot inside Yoongi and laughed once the older man’s mouth dropped down in a silent yelp.
“Right there! D-Daddy right there, please!”Yoongi cried out, lube sputtered against his ass making it harder for Jimin to stay inside without slipping out from the force of his thrusts. He would pull out and tease the head over his rim, watching it fluttered before shoving it back inside in favor of Yoongi begging him for it.
”God, this tight pussy is really sucking me in.” On que, Yoongi clenched around him, gasped as Jimin moaned loudly, grinding his hips deeper.
”Yeah, now baby boy I need you to come for me. I wanna see your pussy clench while I fill it up with my come.”
Yoongi’s vision swam and he tensed as a blinding wave of pleasure crashed into him suddenly. He moaned almost like he was laughing, shoving his ass back to meet Jimin’s thrusts as he chanted, yes, yes, yes, coming!
“Like that, fuck coming only from my cock. Yoongi, shit, I’m gonna come! Right in here.” Jimin panted in a trance, his hair sticking to his forehead and his abs twitching tightly as he pounded his cock inside clumsily before tensing, falling over onto his elbows.
Jimin’s eyes rolled back as he grinded harder aided by Yoongi’s, “Come inside me. I-I want your milk so fucking badly.”
The younger man whimpered, twitching as he came inside of his boyfriend completely spent. Yoongi gave a weak moan at the feeling of warmth rushing inside of him, his dick giving an interested twitch it self. The orgasm came a lot harder than he expected, making him flop over him as his sensitive length slipped from his hole making them both wince.
After a moment, Yoongi came to his senses, his mind less fuzzy and his body thoroughly ready to collapse.
”So I take it you’re done for tonight?”
”I… I may have overestimated how pent up we were.” The look on Jimin’s face was comical as he stared wide eyed and flushed red, his dark hair sweaty and messy.
Yoongi chuckled weakly still shaking pleased by the kiss placed to his cheek. “So it seems, dad.”
“Okay, that’s enough out of you.”