Jeongguk is going through his ‘touch my butt and buy me pizza’ phase, and all he really wants to do is sit on Taehyung’s dick and hold his hand.
Is that really too much to ask for?
Or : Jeongguk wears small shorts and tempts Taehyung till something snaps.
#it’s really cute #love their dynamics #kinda pwp #but cute ya know #sub!kook in booty shorts #makes tae go into gay panic #ao3 #4k
☆ WHO: Min Yoongi x Jeon Jungkook
☆ CHAPTERS: One Shot
☆ GENRE: 🔞 Smut
☆ WORD COUNT: 3615
☆ CROSS POSTED : AO3
Mornings are the worst, aren’t they always? Regardless of the few in Bangtan that fans normally equated with sunshine and roses, no one on this team ever got enough sleep to live up to that definition when they woke up for early ass schedules. But can you blame them? No, you probably can’t and that’d make you smart. Good.
Still, the comeback everyone was waiting for hadn’t happened yet, though it was on the horizon and preparations were underway the likes of which only BTS were capable. But did Jeon Jungkook let that get in the way of quality time with his boyfriend? Not if he could help it.
When he’d talked to Yoongi the night prior about waking up a few hours early just to take out their high-quality cameras and spend some time in the quiet of the morning together taking photographs it was nice in theory. Sure it was. But if you don’t think that Yoongi was ‘tching’ the whole idea of being separated with his bed ( wife ) that they’d moved into Jungkooks room to save Seokjin the horror of walking in at an inopportune time then you’re very, very wrong.
Jungkook had of course tried to make it as appealing as possible and the genius himself asked him if the maknae was even capable of waking himself up before he truly needed to, the boy being one of the hardest in the group to stir from slumber. But when Jungkook wanted something, when he felt any sort of air of competition, it was game on strong, even with his boyfriends warning of possible grumpiness to be dealt with.
But that could be rectified with the right kind of wake-up call, couldn’t it? Jungkook had thought of it fleetingly before he’d fallen asleep, arms around his boyfriend, face lost in the column of his neck while the older boy slept soundly as soon as his head had hit the pillow. So before the alarm had gone off Jungkooks internal clock set by serious determination had his head rising with eyes closed, a bare arm reaching across the span of Yoongis equally bare chest to shut the thing off before the horrible sound could do its job to have his lover stirred from sleep; the younger boy had a plan.
He laid there for a moment motionless, his focus becoming clearer as sleepiness started to fade from tired brown eyes and the excitement from plan he’d hatched started to take over instead, a slow smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth to bring forth that singular dimple that turned any smirk into a boyish grin regardless of his intentions. Because you see, dear reader, there was nothing innocent about his plan, not by a long shot.
When Jungkook was certain that Yoongi was still no where near the land of awake he started to move, studying the rappers features beneath a mess of bedhead that laid over his forehead while he slowly, ever so slowly began his descent. He was so careful, using what felt like every muscle group not to shift the bed too much, as if he was trying to go through a maze of lasers to not to hit one that would sound off an alarm that meant game over. If he could pull this off, there’d be no way Yoongi could be angry, no way that there’d be any grumpiness, and maybe Kook could put in an application for boyfriend of the year.
Thankfully, in this situation only, morning time had a way with the male bodily make up. Testosterone was at its highest when a guy was coming out of a deep sleep, enough to cause one to pitch a tent in some awkward situations, but this was not one of those situations, it was a fucking blessing, so when Jungkook maneuvered his way between Yoongis thighs he already had a lot to work with and a lot less clothing to deal with due to the couple rules the boys had already established when Yoongi had his move in day.
Notorious for his clothes coming off in the middle of the night, it was no secret that the maknae ran hot as it was in the way of body temperature; so in an effort for comfort and also to prevent a night shirt from ending up in his boyfriends face while Kook was tossing and turning to strip off his clothes in dead sleep, the couple had a set rule for bedtime and it wasn’t a hard one to keep. Briefs only, just briefs were allowed to be worn, and as lean fingers curled ever so slowly into the band Yoongi wore Jungkook told himself he’d thank the rapper later for following this rule to a t.
When Yoongi shifted, Jungkook held his breath and stilled himself, big brown eyes blinking rapidly upward toward the slightly scrunched up face of the rapper and prayed to every available higher source he didn’t fuck up here. He wasn’t ready for him to wake up, not yet, he’d barely even gotten started. That held breath was released silently when the features of the eldest of the raplines face relaxed, sleep seemed to be refound, and now he could work his magic.
A smirk dancing at the corners of his mouth, Jungkook ducked his head in to press the flat of his tongue to the base of Yoongis shaft, right at the underside and slowly, ever so slowly licked all the way up to the tip. It was hard not to chuckle low when he heard that grunt from up above, but he only had moments, mere moments before he knew those beautiful eyes would be open so he had to work fast. One more lick, one slow sweep of the flat of his tongue from shaft to tip before Jungkook took that tip past his lips to suck on it lightly and it was game on. Paler thighs shifting by his sides, a mumble lead into another groan, Yoongis back side shifting, and to ensure he wouldn’t lose the hold he had Jungkook gripped the rappers sides to keep him steady while he lowered his head centimeter by slow, succulent centimeter.
“Fuck-“
And my friends, Min Yoongi was awake.
The blanket that was still very much covering the bare back of the maknae was slowly pulled down to expose his lewd actions, taking his hyungs hard cock into his mouth with careful bobs of his head and fuck if the kid wasn’t right, there was no way Yoongi could be any sort of mad to wake up to something so incredibly beautiful. “Shit baby, good fuckin’ morning-“
Fingers slipping down the front of his own abdomen, the Daegu native slid them through the wild tresses of Jungkooks hair while his hips rolled up to fuck against that tongue that lapped nice and slow against his skin, teeth bared just slightly to suck in a breath through those pearly whites as Jungkook picked up his pace.
Spreading his thighs all the more, feet pressed to the mattress, Yoongi fisted those dark brown locks to thrust just barely, and the low tenor moan muffled around his size sent vibrations through his skin, up his lower abdomen to swirl heat white hot and make the muscles there contort. “Mmn-“
Jungkook chanced a glance up at his boyfriend whose otherwise sleepy features now held a look that had his own length throbbing against dark red briefs that rode low on his hips, gazes locked as he increased his motions, jaw relaxing, throat relaxing too, taking that tip as deep as he could alongside another moan that made the rapper fist his own hair too, bleached locks a gorgeous mess in a silver ring clad fist as Yoongi fucked nice and slow down his throat.
But the maknae was in this to win this, going above and beyond in every facet of his life, so it was no matter that his jaw was aching or his gag reflex was starting to rear its ugly head, it was mind over matter, and this kind of view was worth every single inch of discomfort, and Yoongi was losing his chill.
Chest heaving, patience thinning, the rapper released his own hair to grip the back of Kooks head with both hands now, guiding him down on his pulsing, glossy size and hips jutting up to thrust with more vigor but make no mistake, Jungkook took it like a god damn champ. The moans that left the rappers parted lips were guttural in nature but that didn’t make them any less beautiful, matched with the wet sounds of Kooks mouth, the slip of the sheets spilling from that broad tan back, the heavy breathing, morning time music and beautiful to the producers own ears.
Jungkook was all about submitting to this hyung, to this man that stole his heart long ago to make it his own, but if he was known for anything it was being a pain in the fucking ass some days – so while he let Yoongi fuck down his throat with more gusto, while he didn’t mind the fact that the rapper was using a good amount of force to pull his head down to take his size, that didn’t mean he wasn’t using his own strength to cant his head right, then a slow left, corkscrewing his mouth while he sucked and licked and groaned around the rappers size like it was all his to do with as he liked, and he did.
Brow furrowed and kissed with sweat, Yoongis head fell back against the pillow behind it, features contorted in pleasure unimaginable that flooded his veins to make him high without any sort of narcotic. Jungkook never showed any sort of mercy when it came to the physical and this was no different, so if Yoongi was going to OD, he was happy to go down this way. “You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, shit-“
And Kook was taking that as a job well done, pushing himself to the max as only Jungkook could do, feeling droplets of sweat start to trail down his own neck as he worked, one fist curling around the base of Yoongis shaft to stroke its entire size from hilt to tip when his head lifted to look up at his boyfriend, licking slow from corner to corner of his glossed over, swollen lower lip, “Did you sleep well, dear?”
Yoongis head lifted from the pillow, dark eyes like fire locked with Jungkooks as he gripped the boys chin, “Get up here, now-“
And he did, Jungkook crawling up on his hands and knees like a panther ready to be tamed and Yoongi met that submission with a lingering kiss to his mouth, palming slow down the span of the maknaes smooth, contoured back over his ass to grip at the briefs he wore and tug them down. “Good boy-“
It didn’t take long, a split second at most where the man dubbed Motionless by a fandom that would never be blessed enough to see this facet of his personality flipped the maknae onto his back to perch over him like some kind of hunter. Pulling open their side table drawer, the rapper had the lube like he was on a caffeine high, Kooks bare legs up toward his chest, thighs spread, ass exposed and Yoongi poured the warming lubricant over what was rightfully his.
“Shit-“ Jungkook hissed, gripping the backs of his own thick thighs to keep himself folded like a god damn piece of paper, length throbbing against his own lower abdomen to trail droplets of prerelease over taunt, tan skin. He’d started this, it was all his doing, so there should be no surprise that the rapper was taking his sweet fucking time in massaging over Kooks tight heat, making the tight ring of muscle clench under the touch that would give him no instant satisfaction that he wanted, no, needed, right then and there. “Don’t make me beg-“
That laugh, that throaty, thick laugh that Yoongi was famous for was all the more sexy, all the more sinful, drunk with lust and still laced with sleep. “You did this not me-“ He muttered low, watching the way his fingertips looked all slick with lube tracing over the entrance he’d soon occupy, all the while his aching hard size drew light little lines of taste Kook had left behind on its skin when it brushed across the boys bare backside; and Jungkook was a complete, utter, absolute goner.
“Please, fucking please, dammit baby-“ And Jungkook was gripping Yoongis fingers with his own, something that might have gotten him punished before, yet the rapper seemed content to watch the boys hands become just as soaked as his, guiding Yoongis fingers of his own accord inside his aching heat to fuck himself on the digits, eliciting a breaking musical tenor in the still dark room. Head cocking toward his shoulder, the eldest rapper of Bangtan pressed the tip of his tongue to the corner of his parted mouth, watching the show intently with dark eyes, Jungkooks desperate fingers working Yoongis into his heat over, and over, and over, making the boy gasp in what could only be painful pleasure.
“Easy baby, easy-“ It was all Daegu dialect from here on out, the hand that gripped Jungkooks bare, beautiful ass to keep it spread instead gripped the hand that gripped his own, pulling it free from the boys control to guide it back over his head on the pillow, keeping it there with an iron grip as he worked his own fingers inside that heat. “I’m gonna give it to you baby boy, I swear, be patient for me-“
“This is why people wanna sue your ass-“ Was the pained reply, tightening his heat on purpose around the older boys fingers which prompted a throaty chuckle that was about to send the boy further into a spiraling, panting mess of a sexually frustrated man.
“Take me to court then-“ And just to be more of a hot, beautiful bastard, Yoongi removed his fingers to grip his own slick shaft, trailing his tip in slow, slower, painfully slower circles around Jungkooks worked open heat, pressing in just a little, then out, in just a little, another circle, only to thrust his entire shaft across instead of inside the boys tight little hole to make him groan.
“I’m about to, I’m fucking about to-“ Jungkooks bicep flexed as he fought against the hold Yoongi had, features drunk in sexual frustration as he ground himself against the length that taunted him, his toes curling above his head while his cock pulsed against his six pack.
“Whatever, I still win-“ And with a shift and a push, Yoongi thrust hard and deep inside Jungkooks desperate entrance to fill him to the hilt, making Jungkooks mouth drop, head roll hard on the pillow, his lower half jolting upward to take it, to take all of it while Yoongi groaned low in return.
“You win, fuck, fuck you win, shit-“ And there was no more banter to be had, not yet, because there was no losers here, and Yoongi wasn’t going easy which was just how Kook liked it.
Gripping both of the maknaes calves to bend the boy like origami, Yoongi was standing on his knees, taking in the sight of his lover just as he always did, because how could he not? Jungkooks entire body was like some sort of masterpiece, every curve, ever dip, all Min Yoongis, glossed in sweat and marks the rapper had gifted him like a copyright symbol.
Hips pistoning, the sound of damp skin slapping against damp skin filled the room like a soundtrack to their moans, to the curses native of different province’s becoming one until the bed was moving so hard its head board was starting to slam against the wall behind it, causing framed décor to shake due to their motions.
“Mouth, I want your mouth-“ Jungkook had learned from his hyung to take what he wanted, you see, and Yoongi couldn’t help but be proud of his influence when the boys legs spread to shift the angle he was pushing in at, making it possible for him to grab at the back of the rappers neck, pull him down and kiss him on the mouth with a fire that could set the room ablaze. Teeth, tongue, desperation and hunger fueled with the curve of each tongue sweeping around one another barely in the confines of the others mouth.
It was like the rev of an engine with a foot hard on the break, every position, every speed an increase on the gas because no matter how hard Yoongi went, no matter how he gave himself to his boyfriend, no matter the position or pace, Jungkook was an animal when it came to his strength unbridled – and at some point the seal would rip, break pedal released, and this would end up just as it always had; Jungkook overcome with an all-consuming adrenaline fused hunger and taking over the pace which Yoongi was more than fucking pleased to let him do.
Yoongi was on his back, all but tossed to the other end of the bed and Jungkook was soon to follow, mounting his boyfriends lap, slamming his hips down, and Yoongi could only hold the fuck on and enjoy the god damn ride. Hard, fast, if the bed was shaking before it was screaming now, yet the rapper held no remorse for his number one prized possession as Jungkooks heat was milking his cock like it was trying to draw out his seed with a force unbridled.
Head jerked back with the maknaes grip, Jungkook rode Yoongi in short bursts to make it possible mark over his neck, to teeth up the skin to nip at the earrings adorning a scarred ear and tug while the man who bore it moaned, gripping the boys ass to keep him spread so there was nothing hindering his depth, every fall of those gorgeously cut hips taking every inch, every centimeter to the hilt to meet with a grind to make them both shake in all consuming pleasure. Temporary tattoos were lines of red down Yoongis back, matched with ones on Jungkooks lower as they shifted, as mouths were met, until Jungkook had no ability to stop the delicious friction of the pounding of Yoongis size, riding it with reckless abandon, faster, deeper, pillows spilling from the bed as Yoongi gripped the boys chin to force his attention to the reflection of the mirror to their side. “Beautiful… look how fucking beautiful-“
And as Kook barely paused until the sentiment, gazes meeting as they kissed, the energy of their connection sent him into his overdrive, working his hips to slam down again and again until he saw the gates of utopia opening just for them flash behind clamped shut eyelids. “Baby, baby I’m, go-gonna, fuck-“ And no sooner did the curse leave Jungkooks mouth before he coming apart at the seams, ribbons of white spilling across his own abdomen and Yoongis chest, pulling the rapper into his high to fill him with hot seed as they held onto each other for dear life.
They breathed into each other while Yoongi fell back to the bed, both boys a soaked, fucked out, beautiful mess of slow massages, lewd kisses, trails of their seed making the connection of skin on skin so much more intimate and so much more beautiful.
“I love you, you know-“ Jungkook murmured against Yoongis mouth with one more kiss before his sweat soaked face came to rest at the curve of the older boys neck, bringing about a sweet albeit tired grin while he massaged down Kooks back.
“I love you more, enough to go take these fucking pictures already-“ Yoongi sighed as he massaged over his boyfriends hips tenderly, letting a quiet, peaceful silence follow suit for just a few moments until he swore Jungkooks breathing was just a little too relaxed. “Yah..”
Brow raised, Yoongi shifted underneath Jungkook to look over his face, and if you guessed that the maknae had passed out then you’d be completely correct. “You’ve got to me shitting me, yah. Jungkookah-“ The rapper gave the maknae a swift slap on the ass but it was to no avail. Out. Jungkook was out like a light.
Head going back as he groaned, Yoongi maneuvered himself out from underneath the maknae, moving to stand with a face of obvious displeasure as he gripped the boys ankle to give it a slight shake, “Did you want to go take pictures of birds and shit or not, this was your idea-“ But all he was met with was the boy turning over, face in the mattress, and was he fucking snoring?
How much did he love this kid? There’s no words in any dictionary, in any language to really tell you my friends, but after standing there a hot minute, it could be seen just how much when in a small, gummy like grin that broke out on his face when he caught a look at Kooks, shaking his head while he went over to take his own camera from the nightstand the maknae had laid out the night before. “Punk..” And with one solitary picture of the sleeping boy the rapper loved so much lost in slumber, Yoongi set the camera back down then moved back to the bed, curled against his favorite alarm clock that seemed to set himself on snooze – and that was okay with him.
well hello there. i was wondering if u knew any dom jm fics? i love u and ur blog (: ❤️
Hello ;) As a matter of fact I do! Here you go, if you’d like more dom!jimin or just bottom!kook I have other recs here ♡ And thank you ♡( ˘⌣˘ )Title: Eat Me for BreakfastAuthor: graesunLength: 1–5k wordsRating: MatureGenre: Fluff, SmutSummary: Jungkook thinks this whole “moving in together” thing is going pretty well, if blow jobs against the kitchen counter are anything to judge by.Title: I Know I Can’t Have Him (but I Want Him Anyways)Author: ShealezzRating: ExplicitLength: 15–20k wordsGenre: Smut, Slight AngstSummary: Jimin, sex addict, is having trouble in health class. Jungkook, his innocent underclassman, is the perfect tutor.Title: It Must be Fate (or You’re Stalking Me, Who Knows)Author: jiminniexmochiRating: ExplicitLength: 5–10k wordsGenre: SmutSummary: Jungkook meets the Sweater-Pawed Cutie™️ while standing in line to check into his hotel and figures out they have way too much in common but also, said sweater-pawed cutie is also the definition of ‘cutie in the streets, senpai in the sheets’ and Jungshook™️ just wants a black hole to swallow him.**BONUS: SERIES**Series Title: Look Here (Don’t Run Away)Author: pxdustRating: ExplicitGenre: SmutTitle: A Little DeathLength: 1–5k wordsSummary: Jeongguk dresses up as an angel for Halloween. Jimin fucks the innocence out of him.Title: Primal UrgesLength: 1–5k wordsSummary: It’s been two months, and Jeongguk is as horny as hell.**EXTRA BONUS: ANOTHER SERIES**Series Title: Teach Me a Lesson, HyungAuthor: Yoonmin_TrashGenre: SmutTitle: Teach Me a Lesson, HyungRating: MatureLength: 1–5k wordsSummary: If someone told Jungkook a year ago that he would be lying on his bed, hands tightly bound to the bed posts, fingers working desperately to try loosen the knots and be able to feel, Jimin two fingers deep, looking at him with a predatory gaze that has Jungkook’s stomach clenching with need, wanting nothing more than to have his hyung fuck him senseless and completely wreck him, he would’ve laughed, “Jimin? No fucking way, he’s too much of a prude.” He was so wrong. Title: Take Me, Hyung Rating: ExplicitLength: 5–10k wordsSummary: If somebody told Jungkook a year ago that he would be pining after Jimin, trying absolutely everything to get the older male to notice him, to just touch him, to be with him in the most intimate way possible, completely disregarding the consequences it could bring to Bangtan, only caring about him and his hyung - or more like his hyung in him - then he would’ve laughed. “Jimin? No fucking way. I’d rather bang Jin than him” But oh my god was he pining.
Do you have any hybrid jungkook or bottom jungkookie that you recommend?
Hi! I actually answered some similar asks here (hybrid!kook) and here (bottom!kook) if you’d like to take a look, but if you’ve already read those then I suppose I’ll just have to rec more now ;)**HYBRID JUNGKOOK**Title: Bunny BoyAuthor: Kdog618Rating: MatureLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: FluffSummary: “This is so cute, Jimin hyung is the absolute sweetest” Jungkook says affectionately as he puts the hood on and slips his ears through each hole, he turns around to see his tail sticking out the bottom only to see written on the back in red swirly cursive the words “Bunny Kook”Title: Play House (Put My Favorite Record On)Author: rapsuckaRating: ExplicitLength: 25–50k wordsGenre: Fluff, SmutSummary: Namjoon isn’t exactly sure how he went from being a bachelor in an apartment with a spare bedroom to being the owner of two hybrids.Note: Threesome (also has hybrid!jimin)Title: Tell Me (What is Love)Author: hikigane & lilkookiebunRating: MatureLength: 10–15k wordsGenre: Slow Burn, Angst, FluffSummary: It’s been a long time since Jungkook has lost his trust in humans. Jimin is no exception - or at least he shouldn’t be.**BOTTOM JUNGKOOK**Title: 100%Author: miskeenRating: ExplicitLength: 5–10k wordsGenre: SmutSummary: jungkook’s one man mission to get jimin to finally top himNote: Part 5 for the “Hook” series, find the rest hereTitle: I’ll Tame YouAuthor: thefabulouserenRating: ExplicitLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: SmutSummary: Jimin, demon of charm, is hungry and craves to feed his desires. Jin, his summoner, isn’t having any of it and in attempts to distract the demon so he can study in peace he summons the demon of strength, Jungkook. Jimin is more than delighted, having always lusted after the younger, thinking it’s about time someone tamed the rebellious demon once and for all after rejecting his several advances.Title: Look Here (Because Soon You’ll Want Me)Author: graesunRating: ExplicitLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: SmutSummary: Jungkook knows it’s a bad idea the second Jimin drags him into a closet.
Can you recommend some bottom!kook fics with fluff and smut? Thanks in advance. Btw I am in love with your blog! Being a jikook enthusiast, this is my 'holy' shrine. <3
Anonymous said:hiiiiii! do you have any bottom jk recommendations? or sub jk?? thank you! :))Hi there! Ahh thank you so much, and it’s nice to meet a fellow jikook enthusiast ♡ But here you go! And if you’re interested I have some other bottom!jungkook recs here :)Title: And if You Like Causing Trouble Up in Hotel Rooms Author: SerenitySummersRating: MatureLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: Smut, FluffSummary: Jeongguk is scared to have sex with Jimin, and Jimin teaches his dongaseng that sex is not all thrusting and pounding, and there is a lot Jeongguk has to learn.Title: CologneAuthor: bunnyjeonRating: ExplicitLength: 5–10k wordsGenre: Fluff, SmutSummary: In which Jungkook is in denial, and Jimin just can’t resist how good the boy looks tonight. He even sprayed cologne onto himself, you can’t blame Jimin for losing control, right?Title: Dirty LaundryAuthor: wordcoutureRating: MatureLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: Fluff, SmutSummary: “his dirty laundry isn’t something i can keep clean”Title: LovelaceAuthor: empressiumRating: ExplicitLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: Fluff, SmutSummary: jimin discovers jungkook’s “secret” stash of lingerieTitle: Sweet Like HoneyAuthor: graesunRating: MatureLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: Fluff, SmutSummary: we’ve been making shades of purple out of red and blueTitle: Workshop TheoryAuthor: baekhyunRating: ExplicitLength: 5–10k wordsGenre: Smut, FluffSummary: Jimin hosts his first contemporary dance workshop on campus. A young, beautiful stranger shows up.**BONUS: PURE SMUT**Title: As I Told YouAuthor: jellyfishesRating: MatureLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: SmutSummary: Jungkook feels his back hit the wall before he even sees who’s pushed him. When he looks down, he sees Jimin’s small hands pressed firm against his chest, holding him in place. Or Jimin thinks Jungkook looks really good in a hockey jersey
☆ WHO: Min Yoongi x Jeon Jungkook
☆ CHAPTERS: One Shot
☆ GENRE: 🔞 Smut
☆ WORD COUNT: 4081
☆ CROSS POSTED : AO3
Listen, Jungkook was going to post another video for Yoongis birthday, I promise. What had happened was....
Jungkook had known him since he was what, thirteen? So you think he’d be used to this by now, but he wasn’t, and probably never would be.
Yes, it was Yoongi’s birthday, and yes, the man was in the genius lab regardless of the invites from the rest of the guys and the sunbaes that the rapper called friends to go do something celebratory in honor of him. Even with all that said the only thing the self-proclaimed genius had done besides put pen to pad and make beats on his day of birth was fulfill a promise long since passed to a fan once about sending food their way who’s face the other guys couldn’t remember but he did, he always did, and in typical Min Yoongi style – he went above and beyond in sending delicious meat to a number of orphanages along with signed albums to celebrate ARMY instead of himself; only one of the reasons why the boy making his way toward the lab loved him so much.
It was no secret that Jungkook happened to “forget” the twitter password for months on end, but he’d been pretty good every year on Yoongis birthday to do something in honor of the man he looked up to in more ways than he could count – putting jokes in videos, confessions of love, a bunch of ridiculous things he knew only he was lucky enough to get away with. If you were to ask anyone why, they’d tell you it’s cause he was the maknae, the youngest, the one who had a get out of jail free card with no expiration date when it comes to the notorious grumpy rapper of Bangtan. To this day members still tip toed not to wake Yoongi should he be taking a nap or had a lack of one – but Jungkook knew better, his hyungs know better, and the only thing sucked about this beautiful connection was that everyone was unsure if they’d be able to share what handful of strangers on the internet have only guessed at in their lifetime.
Jungkook was in love him, Yoongi loved him back, and there’s no way youngest of the group was going to let his boyfriend spend the entire god damn night in his studio when he had other plans in mind.
“Yah-“
Kook’s fingertips found the familiar keys of the door lock pad to let himself inside to see the rapper where the maknae knew he would be, hunched over the sound board, backwards hat and messy strands of blond pushed back away from his brow only to stick out randomly underneath it’s edge, focus coming off his body in waves. The youngest of Bangtan had seen this a million times, but it still got him, how gorgeous the rapper turned producer was when he was doing what he loved most. The taller of the two stopped only briefly, the door shutting behind him while he toed out of his Timberlands, looking over the side profile that wasn’t giving him any kind of attention; yet. “It’s almost midnight- and I wanna post this video soon. If you still wanna watch it before I put it up on twitter-“ Kook waved the flash drive just barely while he made his way over to his boyfriend, one arm slipping around his upper body while he ducked down to press a light kiss to the slope of his neck “-speak now or forever hold your peace.”
“How gay is it?”
Jungkook knew Yoongi didn’t need to see the smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth to know it was there, one of his own pulling at those lips that the younger boy loved to kiss. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
The rapper sighed, but the look on his face was counterproductive to the definition of a sigh in every way – that smirk not going anywhere and giving a playful glint to his eyes that finally focused on Jungkook as he sat back in his chair to look up at the younger boy. “So basically everyone’s gonna know we’re fucking –“ a deep, throaty chuckle spilled past his grin as he gripped Kook’s wrist to pull him to sit between spread legs which the maknae did all too willingly – the boys cheeks flushing just barely beyond his control while he tried to play it cool.
“Listen, it’s not that bad-“ It should have been easy, a simple task to reach over stick in the flash drive and load up the video Kook had spent weeks on with new techniques he’d studied in their barely there off time. He bought new software, did all the tutorials, tried to make it as cool as he could even though the sentiment behind it was, you know, soft- anyway the point here is that it wasn’t. Why? Because Yoongi smelled amazing. Because Jungkook could smell everything and anything which was a blessing and a curse and god, it did something to the boy that truly can’t be put into words.
Shifting slightly Jungkook finally stuck the flash drive in the port then took the mouse to retrieve the video, and of course the ever perceptive Yoongi knew that his younger boyfriend was having difficulties, of course he did, Kook could feel it in the gaze set on him that seemed to burn throughout his body, how the set of arms wound a little tighter around his waist, and if that wasn’t enough – that mouth that drove Kook fucking crazy on the regular was pressing to his neck over, and over, and over in soft, slow brushes.
“You forget how to work a computer Jungkook-ah?”
A click of the tongue was always Yoongis signature sound when playfully affronted, but Kook’s came off pretty well even though he was turning into fucking goo and his cheeks burned even in the dim light of the room. “No, shut up-“. Yoongis response was only that throaty laughter that made everything ten times worse. God Jungkook missed him. He lived with Yoongi, saw him every day, but he missed him, he missed alone moments, time away from everyone else, this kind of attention Kook couldn’t get with so many eyes on them constantly and even more responsibility.
Finally, Kook hit play and leaned back to get comfortable against Yoongi’s chest – palms coasting slow over the rappers’ forearms until his fingers laced between the spaces of ones that were the star of many ARMY’s wet dreams when the short film the young aspiring videographer made sprang to life. Kook couldn’t watch it though, not when this genius that chose to love him for some reason he’d never understand was appraising his work, his gift that the maknae wanted to share with the world.
It wasn’t until he saw it, that gummy smile flash across Yoongi’s features that never failed to sparkle through his eyes that Kook was relaxing all the more, a smile of his own still very much prominent while he leaned in to brush a kiss to the birthday boys cheek, then one over his jaw, over to his ear to kiss the space behind it.
“I’m trying to concentrate-“ The light slap to Kooks thigh was supposed to reign him in, but if you didn’t know, Jeon Jungkook was a glutton for punishment when it came to shit like this. How much could he get away with? A lot. But how much? And not to mention, how cool is it that he could make this man melt and lose his focus when one of the things Yoongi was famous for was being a stone wall when it came to focus to begin with?
“Whoops-“ It was low, kind of soft, the sound of fake regret lost behind his ear where Jungkook pressed yet another kiss, pulling back just enough to drag his soft lips across the two rings of silver that pierced the rappers skin. Yoongi was doing well, the slow rise and fall of his chest not picking up in pace once, no more sounds or reprimanding, but somewhere along the line this had become a game – and Jungkook always liked to win.
A little teeth, nipping at the earrings to give a slight tug while Yoongi tried to retain his stature and frankly he was doing well; only this kid here was very much his kryptonite, and there was no hiding what was growing behind too tight jeans right against the curves that were flush against him. “Whoops, huh?”
Jungkook recognized that tone, could feel the heat growing right against his backside, and just to spread the flames and continue his act of apologies dark brown doe eyes glanced over his shoulder to meet the set that stared back while he ground nice and slow against the bulge he was responsible for, “Did I make you hard, hyung?”
The hard grip on his waist made Kook’s breath hitch and the grind he’d started Yoongi was now in complete control over, the rappers hips grinding in return to trail his hardening size over the curves of him in answer, “You tell me,” he breathed in signature deep drawl, thick of Daegu and sex, and if the maknae wasn’t a complete mess already, he was now.
“I think it’s time to unwrap your other gift-“
“Done-“ And mouth’s collided over Kook’s shoulder, draggy and hot, lips parting to make way for the thick wet muscles of a tongue that spat fire and one that crooned in obvious appreciation of the others taste. Jungkooks hands reached behind himself to grip Yoongis button and pull it undone, yanking at the flap of fabric to send the zipper cascading down while the rapper’s hands were busy doing much of the same thing, working all too expertly over Jungkooks jeans to slip his thumbs under the bands of denim and briefs to push them down thick, muscular thighs as far as his own arms could reach.
“Your video could use a better soundtrack-“ Yoongi murmured when Kooks head went back against his shoulder, a reaction given when the rappers fingers wound around the maknaes shaft to stroke it slow from base to tip in slow rises and falls of a tight fist, the pad of his thumb sweeping over the slit to create music in the way of a smooth tenor moan.
What the fuck were words? Jungkook didn’t know, his eyes closed while he fucked slow into the fist that was slowly but surely torturing him in the best kind of way a person could be tortured, “Fuck- baby you’re the expert- what ever you think.”
The deep, sultry laugh that followed was the kind that could set speakers on fire, all Agust D style and way too hot to be fair, and whatever he wanted, whatever Yoongi asked, Jungkook would give it all to him if he’d just keep touching him just like this.
When Yoongi hit record on the mic, Jungkook couldn’t tell you, honestly he couldn’t tell you his own name as he only knew one when suddenly his shirt was off and he was bent over a sound machine and computer keyboard, the chair both men had occupied having catapulted toward the couch while fingers worked over his back the way they’d slip over ivory keys of a baby grand piano. “Beautiful,” Yoongi breathed against Kook’s pierced ear as he massaged down over gorgeously cut hips to a backside he planned to take up residence in for the rest of the night, “my baby’s so fuckin’ beautiful.”
And he was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, muscles like ropes under taunt tan skin shifting underneath Yoongis paler chest due to the grinds their owner was giving to the length that throbbed against him. The rapper spread what belonged to him, shifting his own hips so he could slide his now pulsing size over the tight little hole he was eager to fill repeatedly in slow thrusts and he couldn’t help but watch the show, head canting toward his shoulder as the tip of his tongue swept from corner to corner of his plush lower lip in a hunger he couldn’t deny for the boy that writhed underneath him.
“Yoongi- f-fucking, please, please baby-“ The items on the desk Jungkook gripped shifted as his fists slid across their length in a strength that strongest member of Bangtan couldn’t help, head rolling between his shoulders as heated need flooded his insides to make precum spill from his tip that ached neglected between his thighs, but thankfully – his boyfriend was just as needy as him, and what Yoongi usually saw as foreplay when it came to teasing wasn’t on the agenda this evening; the confirmation of that being fingers slicked of warming lubricant taking the place of his cock that had been sending Kook to an early grave while it brushed over what the younger boy wanted to be completely full.
“Since you asked so nice-“ And two fingers were pushed past the tight ring of muscle that clenched with a gasp from the maknae who jolted underneath them. It was painful, it always would be just a little painful, but Kook lived for the sting. Teeth grit, eyes clenched closed under a veil of dark black bangs that had already started to cling to the skin of his forehead, Jungkook held on through the sharp pain until it was a dull throb, the sensation something he yearned for because it was a promise that soon pleasure would break in the form of the man he loved being inside him, and nothing was more beautiful than that.
Two fingers became three, scissoring slightly, twisting clockwise then counter ever so slowly to coat the tight walls that clung to the slick digits and the wet, lewd sounds the actions caused were almost as sexy as the ones spilling past the maknaes mouth. It was hard to be patient, so fucking hard to be patient, wanting to be responsible for those sounds in another kind of way but going too fast and not enough prep was not nor ever would be an option, hurting his baby boy being the only sin Yoongi would refuse to commit.
It was only when Kook was grinding, only when he was fucking himself on Yoongis fingers in dire need to have that knot of nerves reached did the rapper slip his fingers out to grip himself instead – the residual lubricant spread over his shaft making him hiss through grit pearly whites cause fuck, he was so hard, he was so god damn hard he was sure he’d break if he wasn’t hilt deep into that worked open hole now- and right now. Reaching behind his own shoulder, Yoongi fisted a hand full of the fabric of his shirt with his clean hand to yank it over his head, sending his backward cap and the shirt itself to the floor to leave him just as bare as the panting boy underneath him. “You’ve been so good baby,” The rapper pressed a kiss to Kooks shoulder, sending more up his neck to teethe at his ear then tug at the gauge there while he gripped his size once more, tip to heat; and with a slow, steady push, he filled Jungkook to the hilt with a groan; both boys seeing stars and streaks of light while moans flooded the soundproof walls like a gorgeous harmony.
“Ahh, fu-fuck, Yoongi- shit-“ It would be hard to gather what the fuck Kook was moaning, the curses and words all Busan groans almost unintelligible if the eldest rapper of Bangtan hadn’t heard it time and time again, but he had, yet it was still so fucking beautiful to the point Yoongi swore he’d never love the sound of his own name as much as he did when it came from this boy underneath him. He rewarded the maknae with a grind as he let him adjust, palming down the center of his chiseled chest, the curves and lines of a well worked out abdomen to grip the size that he’d abandoned in lieu of preparation, “Baby boy, relax for me, huh?” He panted by his ear knowing full well his own actions weren’t helping, but that didn’t make him stop, stroking Kooks length that twitched in his hold while he waited for a slight give to the heat that clenched around his own cock like it was trying to hurt him.
“Mmmnn-“ Head going back, chest heaving and already glistening in sweat, Kooks hand reached behind himself to grip the flaxen tresses of Yoongis hair, sifting through their softness to grip and tug slow as he tried to nod, “I’m ready, baby I’m ready, fucking please-“
And that was all Yoongi needed to hear, because denying Jeon Jungkook anything just wasn’t in his fucking dictionary.
It was a slow thrust to start off, hips pulling back so just his tip was encased in slick, swollen muscles for him to push forward with a groan. Over, and over, and over still, starting the kind of rhythm only a producer and a musician could create and Kook matched it blow for blow. There wasn’t a single part of Kook Yoongi didn’t touch, paying special attention to one sensitive nipple, and then the other, all the while the maknaes body moved underneath him like a well oiled machine, slamming his hips back to meet the slam of Yoongis like a dance until damp skin slapping against damp skin was just as loud as the noises, the grunts, the hitches of breath that filled the room which the overly expensive microphone to their side picked up on as it was crafted to do.
A shift of his hips, fucking into his baby boy this way and that yet always, always hitting that place, that knot of nerves deep inside Jungkook designed to drive him crazy. Min Yoongi never missed his mark and the sounds due to his accuracy was the most beautiful music the rapper swore he’d ever produce in another human. “I wanna see you, let me see that face huh-“
Did it suck? Yes, that emptiness he felt instantly when Yoongi pulled out only to flip him around, Kook gripping the desks edge to hoist himself up while the rapper spread those thighs like butter on breakfast toast to take up the space between them once again. Kook gripped the rappers ass to pull him forward, watching the space between them disappear through sweat soaked strands that dripped in slow beads down his face, mouth ajar, and when Yoongi was aligned and fucked forward Kook used the muscles he honed in his biceps to pull him forward to help him fuck into him harder. “Christ-“
The curse was just released when Yoongis mouth claimed his, arms hooking under Kooks legs to pull them up and tilt the boys hips so he’d have better entry and the boy fought to fuck himself on the older boys size with all the strength he had that his position would allow. The kiss they birthed was a mess of teeth and tongue, drinking down the others taste to swallow greedily until both pairs of lips were a swollen, glossy mess much as the two toned skins drenched in sweat that continued to collide. It felt like only moments, but a half hour had gone by until heat white hot had set them both on fire to drive them close to crazed – items knocking onto the floor, the mouse to his computer now on the floor by the keyboard to the left, the desk legs shaking with the brute force both men exuded until the maknae finally parted just barely from Yoongis mouth, “Lemme ride you, I wanna ride you-“
The request was obviously granted, dark eyes locked with the sweet pair of Jungkooks with a slow smirk before another kiss was given and with a grip to the boys ass he was pulling him from the desk and moving back until they were both a tangle of limbs on the floor, Yoongi sitting up just as Jungkook took his place on his lap to straddle him, gripping the rappers length to align it to his heat while the older boy leaned back on his hands to watch the beautiful show that was his alone to view. Brow furrowed, mouth slightly ajar, head cocked, Yoongis set the soles of his feet flush to the carpet to use them as an anchor to thrust up just as Jungkook drove his hips down, and there was no more spectating to be had when the rapper was encased in such a delicious heat. “Fuck, baby-“
Strong grip on Kooks ass to keep him spread, Jungkook rode Yoongi like he stole him, like it was his full time fucking occupation, strong arms tight around the blonds shoulders while they kissed against moans and groans of breath. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Yoongi only slowed Kooks strides to mark what belonged to him and make the make-up noonas earn their paycheck this comeback – brilliant shades of dark red blossoming over the curve of Kooks neck until the rapper pulled him tighter to his own chest. Kissing down in a line of heat, licking over one nipple when the rise of Kooks hips make it possible, face to face with a sculpted chest that would put the timeless sculptures to shame, to suck the hardened flesh into his mouth, only for Kook to tremble and slam his hips down to make the overload of his senses cease - gripping hard at Yoongis hair to tug his mouth back to his own. “I’m close, baby- I’m gonna..”
It was Yoongis birthday, but the unbending rule in his book was that Jungkook would always come first and today would be no different; besides, watching an orgasm sweep through the body he'd memorized every inch of was in and of itself a gift he treasured year fucking round. “Come for me-“ He breathed as he met the eyes that stared down at him with hues drunk in pleasure and heat, using his grip to help Jungkook ride out this high he was joining him on rather quickly, and with a few more hard strides, ribbons of white spilled across Yoongis abdomen while Kooks head went back, a sound more beautiful than one ARMY’s could ever pray to hear swept past his parted lips, adams apple disappearing and reappearing with a harsh swallow as he picked up his already rapid pace to pull his lover with him into their personalized nirvana.
And he came, he came with no mercy, filling Jungkook to the brim to coat his insides with his seed until it was spilling from the heat that milked him for all he was worth, slipping down the insides of those thighs that bared fading marks of times before that sometime soon the rapper swore he’d rejuvenate. Falling slowly backward to pull Kook on top of him as he kissed him, the boys slowed any motion to simply hold each other, a gorgeous mess on the floor, holding onto each other as they floated back down to earth from their own, beautiful utopia.
Kook lifted his head to glance up at the clock after a moment, puffed out cheeks deflating through a pushed out breath between pursed lips, “So uh… it’s two am..” He laughed soft and looked back to his boyfriend while he brushed the blond strands away from his sweaty brow, “I didn’t get to upload the video.”
Rolling his eyes a little, Yoongis amusement and obvious happiness couldn’t be held back for long when with a smirk and a slight slap to Kooks ass he was moving the younger boy off him to get to the strewn about controls of his computer, setting them straight. “Well.. we can’t release it with it's newest soundtrack anyway.” He muttered with a few quick key presses to play back the video, moans and curses filling the speakers to cause Jungkook to burst out laughing and roll over onto his stomach, forehead to floor, a chuckling mess while he playfully dropped a loose fist to the floor. “Dammit..”
“Yah-“ Yoongi hit stop to make the sounds pause before he headed slow over to the couch to grab a pillow and blanket from it's cushions then toss it on his boyfriend with a raise of a brow, “The gift is for me anyway, right? I got it, and that’s all that matters-“
Jungkook shifted slow onto his back with a tired but still slightly amused grin, laughing low under his breath while he put the pillow under his head and adjusted the blankets right when Yoongi moved to lay beside him; Kook taking the opportunity to drape himself across the rapper as the only blanket that really mattered, “You’re right, besides.. I like this version better.”
So you see, dear reader, don’t be disheartened. Jungkook did not by any means miss his boyfriends birthday, they celebrated, well, in a much better way.
