Taegi Smutty Smut Smut
Had this little I say little it’s like 4k words or more creation stirring up for a while and finally had it in me to complete it. May or may not be inspired from BS&T at one point
You have been warned… :P
Attention
In a hotel room, each boy is occupied with different things. The eldest, Seokjin, is making warm drinks for everyone and pours the freshly boiled kettle water into each of the seven cups on the unit in front of him. Jimin and Jeongguk are sharing a page on a colouring book, laid down at either side of the book on their stomachs. Namjoon is sat on the armchair, furiously typing on the laptop with his friend Hoseok looking over his shoulder, making the occasional suggestion for his work.
Yoongi is sat at the lounge table, legs crossed, pen in hand with a concentrated look on his face. However, he is finding it extremely hard to focus as the brown haired boy next to him is singing along to the music playing in his headphones.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Taehyung sings cheerfully and Yoongi doesn’t even need to take the headphones to know he’s playing Big Bang’s ‘Sunset Glow’. As much as Yoongi is fine with the rest of the boys doing as they please, Taehyung is proving to be a massive distraction and he has to speak up now.
“Taehyung, I swear to God…”
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Taehyung continues, clearly having not heard Yoongi’s comment towards him.
“Taehyung, I’m trying to focus, will you shut up with the Big Bang songs please?” Yoongi demands with a raised voice, slamming his pen down on the table, causing the other five boys to look in his direction. It is only when Taehyung can see everyone else looking at Yoongi that he takes his headphones out
“What’s going on guys?” Taehyung questions cluelessly.
Yoongi shakes his head in defeat and grabs his pen and notebook and storms off out of the hotel room and makes his way back to his own room and Taehyung’s eyes follow Yoongi’s every action, staring blankly and confused. The other boys continue with what they were doing and Seokjin carries through the first of the drinks, placing two cups on the coffee table in front of Namjoon and Hoseok, and then he does the same again for Jimin and Jeongguk.
Looking at the last 3 drinks on the unit, Seokjin wonders what to do with the spare drink
“Do any of you guys want Yoongi’s drink?” he asks the boys
“I’ll take it.” Taehyung responds immediately. “I should take it to him and apologize. I get the feeling I’ve annoyed him.”
“Yeah, that sounds about right hyung” Jeongguk chimes in. “I don’t think he fully appreciated your little performance of Big Bang’s greatest hits, you know…”
“Okay, okay, I gathered, I gathered.” Taehyung huffs, walking towards the remaining drinks made by Seokjin. He picks up Yoongi’s cup as well as his own and makes his exit also. “Right, I’ll go talk to him now.”
*
Unable to knock on the door of Yoongi’s room as his hands are full, Taehyung improvises and gently kicks the door three times, almost spilling the drinks on the last kick. He manages to regain balance just in time as Yoongi opens the door.
“What is it?”
“You didn’t take your drink hyung.” Taehyung reminds him.
“Ugh” Yoongi groans, practically snatching the drink off Taehyung and he begins to close the door, but the door fails to shut, halted by Taehyung’s foot.
“I’m sorry, by the way… I didn’t mean to distract you…”
Yoongi sighs. “It’s not just that Taehyung… it’s just sometimes I just… want to put my hands around your stupid throat!” he exclaims, followed by another sigh to try and calm himself down. “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that… I know you don’t mean it when you annoy me; you’re just being you… Ah, forget I said anything, I’m sorry.” he apologises, trying to shut the door but fails once again.
“How about you talk to me, yeah?” Taehyung offers, pushing the door back open and leaning on to it to prevent Yoongi trying to shut him out again.
“Must we?” Yoongi asks flatly.
“Yeah, why not?” Taehyung asks rhetorically, welcoming himself into Yoongi’s room and sitting himself on the bed, leaving his cup on the bedside table With yet another sigh, Yoongi slams the door shut and turns on his heel to face Taehyung. “You were right, you know… I really don’t mean to annoy you so much Yoongi. In fact, I… I really look up to you hyung.”
“Wow, I’m flattered Tae, I had no idea…” Yoongi replies, unsure of what else to say since he isn’t great with receiving compliments.
“… and I know it’s kind of strange, but any attention from you is good attention to me. Like, when you scold me for doing jumping aegyo on your bed, I’m fine with it!”
“Jumping aegyo… what the fuck is…?…”
Taehyung springs to his feet and climbs onto the bed and starts to jump around whilst pulling cute faces and doing cute gestures such as winking and finger hearts.
Yoongi soon gets rid of his mug of drink “Dude, get off! You’ll bust a spring! Dude!!!” he shouts, pulling at Taehyung’s arm to make him stop jumping, making Taehyung grin.
“See? And now I have your definite undivided full attention!” he giggles.
“You are a strange person Kim Taehyung” Yoongi states trying to ignore how adorable he thinks his friend looked just then.
“I think I’ve just learned something new about you hyung.” Taehyung tells Yoongi as he sits back down on the bed in front of a now standing Yoongi.
“Oh, what do you know?” Yoongi asks
“You’re tense. You have no way of releasing your emotions so you just act indifferently to us all, afraid we’ll think bad of you if you show any signs of stress.”
“Okaay… Let’s just say I was stressed then… you know, let’s just pretend, to humour you… how do you suggest I release these emotions?” Yoongi asks, arms folded.
Without a word, Taehyung brings himself to his feet to become face to face with Yoongi, tilting his head down slightly to match the elder’s height and placing a finger underneath Yoongi’s chin to make sure eye contact is made.
“Use me.” Taehyung bluntly instructs him, drawing his face closer to Yoongi’s. “Do whatever you want with me.”
Yoongi is highly confused, yet at the same time a small hint of excitement seeps into his mood. It has been a while since he has gotten any… ‘release’… But with Taehyung? He has no idea what kind of person Taehyung will be under his touch. But he swiftly comes to the conclusion that there is only one way to find out and he feels quite willing to go through with the said way…
Seizing the moment, Yoongi also draws his face closer, preparing himself for what may be about to happen. Their lips clash somewhat clumsily but the kiss soon turns passionate with Yoongi taking a firm grip onto Taehyung’s hips and Taehyung wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck.
As they explore each other’s mouths, Taehyung sinks his teeth into Yoongi’s lower lip, making Yoongi groan deeply, possibly in discomfort, and Taehyung pulls away briefly.
“See, I do nothing but annoy you and cause you discomfort… So what are you gonna do about it?” he asks menacingly.
Yoongi pulls Taehyung back in for another moment of passionate kissing before replying “Kim Taehyung…” he begins with heavy eyes, kissing Taehyung’s cheek, making a trail towards his ear. Upon reaching Taehyung’s delicate ear, Yoongi whispers “…you asked for this, just remember that.”
And at that, Yoongi pushes Taehyung down onto the bed, and with a great sense of urgency, Yoongi immediately goes to unbutton Taehyung’s shirt, with the younger beneath him being all too willing to let him. Taehyung’s chest raises up and down more heavily with each button coming undone eliciting an unreadable grin from Yoongi.
If Yoongi’s actions were urgent, Taehyung’s actions were desperate, reaching for the zipper on Yoongi’s jeans the instant Yoongi crawls over him.
“So impatient Tae Tae…” Yoongi smirks, yet allowing Taehyung to continue.
“I don’t see you trying to stop me.” Taehyung foolishly states, causing Yoongi to whack Taehyung’s hand away from his zipper.
“Don’t get cocky with me Taehyung” Yoongi grunts, pinning Taehyung’s wandering hand down onto the bed and above his head.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Taehyung repeats.
“If you’re gonna be an annoying little tease, at least come up with something new each time”
“I still want an answer though. How are you gonna deal with this? With me?… This… Naughty boy?… Maybe you could… What was it you said you wanted to do to me?… You said you could just put your hands around my throat and…” Taehyung leaves his sentence incomplete with a big smirk as Yoongi’s other hand wraps itself around his neck.
“You shouldn’t talk so much.” Yoongi interrupts.
“Okay fine, I think I’ve played my role enough so far anyway.” Taehyung tells him with a full blown smile to his face and Yoongi questions this expression in his mind for a brief second but soon comes to a realization about his hand around Taehyung’s neck.
He likes it.
“You like this, don’t you?…” Yoongi asks, slightly tightening the grip to show Taehyung what he is referring to.
“I don’t know, do I…?” Taehyung says with a lustrous gaze, observing Yoongi’s face.
“You’re a sick little boy Taehyung… Liking my indifferent attention, delighting in the feel of me choking you!”
“Anything to make you feel better Yoongi.” Taehyung tells him, stroking his face with his free hand.
“Is that so eh? Well in that case, you don’t call me Yoongi.”
“Daddy?”
“Daddy.” he demands,releasing the grip from around Taehyung’s neck. He trails his hand down Taehyung’s chest and strokes the younger boy’s helpless erection needing to escape from the confines of his shorts… but Yoongi has no intention of letting Taehyung get his release for now. After all, Taehyung did say this wasn’t for his own release but for Yoongi’s… and there can be a lot of fun in teasing.
Taehyung groans deeply at the touch of Yoongi’s hand and Yoongi can’t help but feel an increase in his pride and ego.
“You sound so fucking pretty” he tells him.
“I can sound prettier for you if you carry on like that.”
Yoongi shudders at this comment, now full of anticipation. Thinking he has taken too long at this point to get down to business, he neglects to take any more clothes off himself or the other boy. Besides, the more clothes that stay on, the better, he thinks. So instead, he finishes off undoing his jeans and leaves Taehyung confused as he doesn’t go beyond that and backs away.
“Up. Now.” Yoongi demands, Taehyung obeys. “Now, lay yourself in the middle of that bed so you can make even more pretty sounds for me.”
“Yes, daddy” Taehyung mumbles in delight, crawling onto the bed to position himself on his back, propped up by his elbows, now eager for more of Yoongi’s touch.
Yoongi pulls out a foil wrapper from his suitcase and something that looks like a small bottle to Taehyung. Taehyung’s jaw drops at the sight of Yoongi releasing his erection through his boxers, not expecting his hyung to be so… generous in size. Taehyung’s reaction does not go unnoticed by Yoongi.
Tearing the foil wrapper with his teeth, Yoongi slides the condom on, licking his lips at the sight of a desperate Taehyung.
“I don’t even need to ask how much you want this Taehyung; you’re so needy for me”
“Yes hyung”
“So I’m going to get you ready to be filled with me, but don’t think I’m going to show you too much mercy, yeah?” he tells Taehyung as he crawls back onto the bed, this time not leaning over Taehyung, but stopping between Taehyung’s legs, already open. Fortunately for Yoongi, Taehyung’s shorts are loose, making it ideal for him to do this exactly as he wants, and he grins devilishly at this thought as he pops open the bottle and coats his fingers.
With one hand, he pulls Taehyung’s shorts and boxers to one side, causing Taehyung to hiss slightly at the cold air that hits him, then causing Taehyung to groan once more when the feel of the cold liquid makes contact.
“Oh yes, you’re going to be ready for me in no time” Yoongi growls, inserting the first finger to open up the delicious boy beneath him
“Especially when you talk to me like that” is the whiney response.
“My god, you really are a messed up boy aren’t you baby?” Yoongi forces out, trying to focus on the task at hand.
“Yeah; I like that daddy. Now please punish me! You’ll only need to put in one more and I’ll be fine, I promise!”
Yoongi does as Taehyung instructs for probably the only time today, or ever. As Yoongi is working another finger into Taehyung, Taehyung lets out plenty of delicious moans to fill Yoongi’s ears and his ego. The ‘mm’s and ‘oh’s are enough to make Yoongi pull out without hesitation and get down to his ‘release’.
Positioning himself towards Taehyung’s entrance, it seems he has confused his younger slightly.
“Aren’t you going to take them off?” Taehyung asks, referring to his shorts and boxers.
Without feeling the need to say yes or no, Yoongi makes Taehyung aware of his plan “And you’re not going to take them off. You’re going to stay inside there, helpless and whining for me!”
“What if you make me come daddy?”
Before Yoongi answers, he rams himself straight into Taehyung, and as he said, with no mercy. “You mean, when I make you come. WHEN I make you come, you’re going to mess your little panties and my baby boy will have to change into something new now, won’t he?”
“Okay, daddy, whatever you say!” Taehyung promises. “Just as long as you start moving, please!” he groans deeply, waiting eagerly. Then, remembering the whole reason for this, he grabs one of Yoongi’s hands and guides it back up to his neck, abandoning all support from his own elbows “You can even pin me down for being such a bad boy.”
“So, so, messed up, yet so, so ready to get even more messed up by me.” Yoongi replies, allowing his hand to remain around Taehyung’s neck as he relentlessly begins to thrust in and out, still without mercy, going straight into being rough and aggressive with Taehyung, causing the younger boy to whine once again, only this time more regularly. Even Taehyung’s whines are deep and this fascinates Yoongi. The noises he is able to get Taehyung to make are so resonant and pleasing as well as pretty to him; it’s an added bonus that he can feel the vibrations of Taehyung’s noises too.
Yoongi knows he is in complete control now; he knows that Taehyung is whining because his helpless erection is rubbing against the clothes he is still wearing; he can feel Taehyung’s adam’s apple bob up and down occasionally under his firm grip; he can continue relentlessly and as aggressively as he pleases and the boy beneath him won’t say no.
It’s kind of a new concept to Taehyung, fucking with clothes on but he can’t help but become easily accustomed to it since there’s a great sense of normalcy and he knows the kind of thoughts he’s going to start getting just by looking at Yoongi every day… Taehyung isn’t exactly the most observant person in the world, but the black jeans and black shirt Yoongi is wearing right now, he knows he won’t forget.
Becoming aware of the sounds he is making whilst being fucked senseless by his elder, Taehyung covers his own mouth, hoping to mute the sounds, feeling close to the edge, but, as hot at even just the appearance of Taehyung’s fucked out eyes alone are, Yoongi has other ideas.
“No,” Yoongi tells Taehyung, removing the younger boy’s hand from his own mouth and replacing the cover with with his lips for a couple of more thrusts before continuing to speak. “I want the boys down the corridor to hear you getting your punishment for being such an annoying little bitch.”
“But Yoongi…”
Yoongi immediately stops the flow of thrusting and pulls out, Taehyung whimpering at the loss.
“Turn around. Now.” he commands. Taehyung does exactly as he is instructed, and places himself on all fours, unsure of what is going to happen next. “You called me Yoongi, Taehyung. This just won’t do.”
An echo fills the room from Yoongi’s hand to Taehyung’s tender butt, which soon tenses at the contact.
“I’m sorry daddy…”
Yoongi slaps him again.
“Bathroom. Now.”
Taehyung climbs off the bed and paces to the bathroom straight away, Yoongi following him with a more patient saunter, palming himself to keep up the pleasure.
Yoongi slams the bathroom door and pushes Taehyung down to the floor by his shoulder with one hand and he discards the condom with the other.
“You’re going to make me feel your delicious sounds, and…” Yoongi fails to continue his sentence as Taehyung clearly knows what his dominant was thinking of, taking in his elder’s full length, causing Yoongi to groan in delight and grab a clump of Taehyung’s hair.
The image beneath Yoongi is one he wants to remember forever; eyes shut, plump lips wrapped around him. Taehyung heightens all of Yoongi’s senses when he is in this way; Taehyung’s face is so beautiful to look at, his touch feels skilled and the moans he produces are sensual and do nothing but enhance this feeling of ecstasy.
“Oh God Tae, how do you manage to look so beautiful while I’m face fucking you senseless?” Yoongi utters, feeling close to his peak, forcing himself down Taehyung’s throat even further and with more power, and at one point, Taehyung has to take a strong grip on Yoongi’s hips to keep his balance. Sure, he would have liked to have received more of Yoongi’s touch, but the way he can make Yoongi groan is plenty to keep him highly aroused, and so he continues the groaning that sends shivers down Yoongi’s spine.
“Ugh, Tae I’m so close, I…” Yoongi loses all control, thrusts becoming sloppier and more clumsy as he seeks and reaches his high. A warm liquid hits the back of Taehyung’s throat, coating the moan that the younger boy makes as Yoongi pulls out.
Chest heaving with pink loose lips, Taehyung stares up at Yoongi, unsure where to go from here.
“You were so good for me Tae; so good to me. I think a reward is in order.”
Taehyung brings himself to his feet. “Why did you bring me in the bathroom? I thought you wanted them to hear.”
“I wanted them to hear you, not me…” Yoongi replies, kissing Taehyung gently on the lips “…and besides, I only want them to hear, not the whole building.” This confuses Taehyung since his moans were being muted just then, and in a room further away from the corridor, contrary to what Yoongi said. The boys engage in more passionate kisses, lips red raw, and Taehyung’s lips especially loose from being fucked by Yoongi’s cock.
“So about your reward…” Yoongi starts, backing away. “… run the water.”
Taehyung decides to continue obeying Yoongi’s orders, hopeful that he might be able to get some release also now, finally. He turns on the shower taps.
“And step inside.”
Taehyung steps inside and allows the water to hit him, droplets jumping off his hair.
“Perfect.” Yoongi smirks, also getting under the shower head.
This is extremely erotic for Taehyung, and his erection becomes almost painful at the sight of the wet shirt hugging Yoongi’s upper half as the elder brushes back his fringe. He inhales deeply when Yoongi’s hands palm his still clothed and twitching erection, but he is hushed when Yoongi’s lips press against his, tongue swirling deliciously in his mouth.
“Such a shame Tae; looks like you’re gonna have to get out of those clothes at some point…” Yoongi tells Taehyung, almost as if he could no longer resist the thought of Taehyung unclothed after fucking him with his clothes on
“You gonna make me?” Taehyung challenges.
“I could do…” Yoongi says, continuing to engage in multiple kisses, “… but I don’t think I need to. You’re desperate for daddy’s touch, aren’t you?”
Taehyung smirks, discarding his unbuttoned shirt and leaving it to soak on the floor. “I’ll just cut to the chase then” he states, taking a hold of Yoongi’s face to continue making out with him. In a turn of events, Yoongi assists Taehyung in releasing himself from his boxers, appreciating the sight that meets him: Taehyung is swelling with arousal, rock hard, and “so pretty” in Yoongi’s words.
“You seem to like pretty things…”
“Indeed I do, and I know exactly what I want to do with this one…” he replies, taking a firm hold around Taehyung’s cock, slowly pumping up and down, and Taehyung has to try so hard not to come there and then. “I want this pretty thing to open me up and reach places that will make daddy’s eyes roll out of his head.”
Whimsically, Taehyung turns his elder around and whips down both his jeans and boxers simultaneously, making Yoongi lean over onto the other side of the shower. With his arms up against the shower wall, Yoongi waits for Taehyung to retrieve the bottle from the bedroom, feeling the cold water hit his bare skin.
Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to carry on with business upon his return, opening Yoongi up, slicked up fingers entering one by one. Yoongi presses his face up against the wall as he hums in delight about being filled.
“I will fuck you so good daddy, it won’t even feel like my reward, it’ll feel like yours.” Taehyung tells Yoongi after inserting the third and final finger.
“That’s big talk Tae Tae: prove it.”
“With pleasure” Taehyung growls, positioning himself at Yoongi’s entrance and immediately slamming in and out, and Yoongi bites down on his lip so hard he almost draws blood. “Not feeling so dominant now, are we?” Taehyung asks, and before Yoongi can even respond, Taehyung is reaching round to pump Yoongi, who is surprisingly just as hard as he was in the bedroom, making him groan instead of uttering any words.
“Ah, Taehyung-ah; so good for me!” Yoongi manages to moan eventually. “So naughty, making daddy come twice”
Taehyung takes this as a signal to pace up, able to see the fucked out look in Yoongi’s eyes, indicating he is close to coming again.
The groans that fill the shower room are so deep that they probably wouldn’t wake a sleeping women if there were to be one sleeping in the bed of the next room. As both boys feel they are reaching their peak, Yoongi utters several low curses as Taehyung continues to grunt and whine as he fills up his elder.
“Hyung, I don’t think I can last much longer.”
“Then fuck me like there’s no tomorrow” is the blunt reply, yet it is an extreme arousal boost for Taehyung.
Taehyung’s thrusts become sloppy and less rhythmic as he reaches his high, ensuring though that he rides out both the boys’ orgasms when he can feel his hot fluid fill the condom.
“Hngh so good Tae” Yoongi grunts as the rush hits him, coming all over the hand that was still managing to pump him.
The boys take a moment to catch their breaths as Taehyung pulls out, Yoongi creating a louder sigh at the empty feeling as the cold water and air hits him. Yoongi keeps himself supported against the wall, slightly worried he might go dizzy if he moves too soon, but is lifted upright by Taehyung who hugs him from behind.
“Did I help daddy relieve his stress?” he purrs into Yoongi’s ear, grateful upon thinking how this most definitely earned him the attention of his hyung.
Maybe it was the hormones that had been released from the sexual activity, but in a slight change of character, Yoongi lovingly takes a hold of Taehyung’s hands with his own and leans his head back on the younger’s shoulder.
“That you did baby… Thank you.”
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
“Oh fuck” the two of them simultaneously mumble, climbing out the shower and scrambling for their clothes.
“Hyungs? Are you okay?” Jeongguk calls from the front door of Yoongi’s room.
“Crap! Yoongs! My clothes are drenched! What do I do?” Taehyung panics
“Uh… just hide for now!” Yoongi instructs, pointing at the shower curtain and gently shoving Taehyung back towards the shower
“But they know I came here!” Taehyung protests
“I’ll just say you nipped out or something, just trust me!” Yoongi tells him, swiping the shower curtain shut in front of Taehyung’s face.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
“Hello?”
“Just a second!” Yoongi calls out, rushing out of the shower room and straight over to his suitcase to find a fresh set of clothes.
Throwing on another black shirt and some boxers, Yoongi makes his way to answer the door, trying not to trip over his own legs as he slides on each leg of the boxer shorts as he walks along.
He turns the doorknob, not needing to look through the peephole, and answers the door as his usual self, as if he just hasn’t had mind blowing sex with one of his mates, and simply grumbles
“Aish, Jeongguk, I was in the shower, do you mind?” Yoongi complains, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Oh, sorry hyung, I thought Tae was here… he said he was coming here to apologize?” Jeongguk questions, peering into Yoongi’s room beyond his shoulder.
“Oh yeah, that… yeah that was ages ago… I think he went back to his own room.” Yoongi lazily points, not even knowing if he’s pointing the right way.
“Alright, thanks hyung, I’ll drop by…”
“Nah!” Yoongi sputters. “You don’t need to do that! He’s fine, I made sure of that….” he assures Jeongguk, knowing what he really means by that sentence and internally smirking.
“Hmm… I think I’ll just check incase, you know… I mean, he didn’t come back to us so maybe something is up…”
Unable to argue against Jeongguk without seeming suspicious or unusual in anyway, Yoongi simply nods back as if to say ‘okay’ as Jeongguk paces away.
“See you hyung!” Jeongguk waves as Yoongi shuts the door and races to the shower room.
Taehyung pulls the curtain back - “Is he gone?!”
“Let’s say yes and no…”
“Huh?”
“Put it this way, you either need to learn how to teleport like right now or you need to shimmy down the drainpipe and enter the hotel again and pretend you went out! He’s on his way to your fucking room right now!”
“Just give me some clothes first please, will ya? Because at the moment, if I pick either option, I’m going to get bleeding arrested!”
“Oh crap, sorry!” Yoongi apologizes, rushing out the shower room yet again to scramble for fresh clothes. He returns literally seconds later with a baggy sports shirt and matching shorts and passes them to Taehyung.
“Dude, boxers?”
“You’re the one that came here; your problem” Yoongi shrugs.
“I can’t go commando underneath baggy shorts, please?! Or I will literally rip off the ones you’re wearing right now!” Taehyung bellows, pointing at Yoongi’s lower half.
“Someone’s being a demanding bitch saying they were begging for his hyung’s cock not even 10 minutes ago…”
“Fine, I’m taking them…” Taehyung teases, reaching out for the waistband of Yoongi’s boxers.
Yoongi backs away, regretting his own nerve to try and make Taehyung go without pants and fetches another pair of black boxers.
“Do you own anything that isn’t black?”
“Quit complaining Tae and put them on!”
