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𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘖𝘯𝘦 :
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁
Jeongguk rolled over in his bed, stuffing his face into his pillow and groaning. He’s so fucking tired of waking up hard. Alone in his bed and so incredibly turned on-- with no one to help him out, no one to make him feel good. He’s never been with anyone-- even now, weeks after his 18th birthday, he’s never even had his first kiss. Not that he hasn’t wanted to kiss anyone, he’s just never been given the chance.
He’s the maknae, Bangtan’s golden boy; their baby. None of the members show interest in him, which Jeongguk blames on his innocence. He’s seen Tae and Jimin kissing, he’s seen Namjoonie and Jin kissing as well. Hobi-hyung lays low, but Jeongguk has seen him getting pecks on the lips from Jiminie and Taetae as well. It’s tough being the baby of the group, especially when the rest of the members are giving each other sweet kisses and god knows what else.
The pre-cum that dripped out of his cock brought him back to reality, causing him to rut his hips against his mattress. God, he wanted someone here, wanted someone to make him feel good. He wasn’t too sure what he was interested in kink-wise, but he knew what kind of porn he liked to watch, so maybe his preferences would be the same in real-life. He knew he liked seeing a man who was stronger, a man who was ‘in charge’ taking care of one who was smaller. He definitely fit the 'smaller' character, but he was curious as to if maybe his Yoongi-hyung would fit the other.
Yoongi was gentle, always making sure Jeongguk got his rest and was fed properly. He took care of him, which made Jeongguk’s knees weak. Sure, he loved all of his hyungs, but Yoongi held a special place in his heart. He’s had a crush on Yoongi ever since he met him, just hours after watching his cute audition video. The group laughs about it now, doting on Yoongi for his hair and his high-pitched voice, but Jeongguk blushes at the thought. Although he was young, seeing his hyung’s dedication and passion made him fall head over heels for the older boy, his pretty features and delicate attributes made the fall much quicker.
Jeongguk ground his hips against the mattress at the thought. Yoongi’s lips, his hands, /fuck. Literally, everything about him made Jeongguk weak, so being around him made it even tougher for him to be around him. Typically shy and reserved, Yoongi’s comments would make the younger blush and he was unable to look at him in the eyes. Yoongi made him flustered beyond belief.
Jeongguk closed his eyes and groaned. He’s not in the mood to feel shy. He grabbed his phone from his nightstand and pulled up Yoongi’s number, sighing at his contact picture. He’s so handsome, but Jeongguks a coward. He’s very cowardly and nervous, but today? Today, Jeongguk wants to be brave and step out of his comfort zone. He wants to come off as confident to Yoongi-hyung, wants him to see him as a man and not as a baby.
Before he allowed his self-consciousness to take over and ruin plan, Jeongguk tapped on Yoongi’s number, and held it up to his ear, listening to the ring and to his own heart pounding in his chest. The ringing continued for 4 long seconds before Yoongi picked up, his scratchy, sleepy voice coming through the younger’s speaker.
“What, Koo?”
Fuck. He must have still been sleeping, and Jeongguk is already regretting this decision. Before he can hang up, Yoongi’s voice-- now a bit more clearer, cut through his regret.
“Is everything okay, bun? What’s going on?”
Jeongguk was reminded of the aching need below his waist, suppressing a whimper at the name. Yoongi has always called him ‘bun’, making the younger melt inside and out.
“Y-yea, hyung, ‘m fine.”
“What’s up then? It’s early.”
Jeongguk giggled softly after checking the time. “Hyung, it’s almost 11’oclock.”
Yoongi groaned around a laugh, “Yeah, bun, too early for me. Why’d you call? Wanna get lunch or something?”
Jeongguk pushed his hips against his bed again at the name, closing his eyes and thinking about what he wanted to say.
“I- uh, I kinda wanted to, ahh-” the younger shut his eyes in embarrassment. “Was gonna a-ask you for help with something.”
Yoongi stayed silent on the other end of the phone, like he was trying to figure out what exactly Jeongguk meant.
“Gotta be a little more specific, Koo. What do you want hyung to help you with?”
Jeongguk rutted his cock against his sheets, biting his pillow to suppress another groan. He shut off the part of his brain telling him to hang up, telling him that this was a bad idea. This was a good idea. This would be so fucking good.
“I- I need help, hyung. ‘m so-” Jeongguk allowed himself to let out a tiny whimper, “I’m really h-hard, hyung. I’m tuh- tired of helping myself.”
A short silence loomed once more on Yoongi’s end of the phone.
“Jeongguk-- what is it you're asking for? Just- just tell hyung what you need.”
The younger felt as if a dam had broken loose. He freely let out a whine, feeling completely lost to Yoongi’s now deeper voice, wanting his hyung to completely ruin him and make him feel good.
“W-want hyung to help me. Will you h-help me, Yoongi? Talk to me, t-tell me what you like? I want you to talk me through it, hyung~”
The elder groaned into the phone at the question. God, his innocent, sweet Jeongguk? Asking Yoongi to do what, exactly? The older boy could do so, so much to the younger, make him feel things he’s never even imagined, but the internal conflict and the thought of corrupting the poor boy makes Yoongi hesitant.
“Baby,” Yoongi spoke softly into the phone, deciding this was the best route to take with the younger. “You want hyung to talk you through it? Want him to tell you what to do?”
Jeongguk whimpered into the phone and reached his hand around to his ass, slipping his finger in between his cheeks to tease at his rim. “Mmmph, yea, hyung, please.”
“Sound so pretty, bunny. Didn’t know you made such cute noises.” Jeongguk felt his cheeks heat up. He sounded desperate, but Yoongi’s words made him feel less embarrassed.
“Tell me, bunny. What’s making you sound so pretty? You already touching yourself?”
Jeongguk ran his finger over his rim again, pushing the tip in slightly, not enough to hurt but to give him a little bit of a stretch. “I’m- I’m not touching m-my cock.” He groaned at his own words, knowing that he sounded so incredibly flushed and desperate.
“Oh?” Yoongi sucked in a breath, “Touching yourself somewhere else, baby? Does it feel good? You have your fingers nice and wet, right?”
Jeongguk whimpered and shook his head into his pillow. “N-no, I don’t have any lube or ahh-” a wave of pleasure made him tense as he spoke, “don’t have any lube, hyungie. ‘m barely touching.”
“Baby,” Yoongi spoke softly, “Don’t hurt yourself, okay? If you’re not touching yourself, how’re you making yourself feel good? Tell hyung how dirty you’re being.”
“Mmph, hyung, I’m- I’m rubbing my-myself on my bed.”
“Aw.” Yoongi’s soft voice made Jeongguk rub a little quicker. “That’s cute baby. Is that how you wanna get off? Do you wanna cum like that, Koo?”
As much as the younger boy was desperate to get off and feel good, he shook his head once more. “N-no, hyung. Wanna--” He let out a whimper at the dirty thought, not wanting to voice it.
“Come on, pretty baby, gotta tell hyung what you want. This is all up to you, sweet thing. Whatever you want, hyung will do.” He paused to listen to the younger’s whimpers before he continued, “What are you thinking about, Koo? What made you wanna call me, hm?”
“Ahh- hyung always treats Koo so well, he- he always takes care of me, always makes sure I’m okay. Want hyung to m-make me his, too.” Jeongguk continued to ramble, “Wan’ him to make me his, make me feel guh- good, want him to- to ruin me.”
“God, baby, you sound so good for me. So pretty, so honest.” Yoongi thought about his next words carefully. “Does my good boy want hyung to take care of him on the phone? Or does he want hyung to come over? Make him feel good, hmm?”
Jeongguk whined loudly at the questions. /Yes, fuck yes he wants Yoongi to come over. “Puh- please, hyung? T-teach me, make me your good boy?”
“At those words alone, Yoongi jumped out of bed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, yeah if that’s what baby wants. Be good, Koo, let hyung play with you before you cum. Can you do that, sweet thing? Be good for me?.”
After a fit of whimpers from the younger, Yoongi promised the younger boy he’d be over quickly, and a few minutes later, Yoongi had brushed his teeth and gotten dressed. He walked out of his door and down the hall, eager to make his pretty, innocent boy feel good.
𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘛𝘸𝘰 :
𝐼𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒
Yoongi stared at the sight before him, feeling his already throbbing cock leak in his briefs, confined behind the sweats he pulled on before leaving his room. He stood in the doorway of Jeongguk’s bedroom, flushed at seeing his sweet, innocent maknae rutting shamelessly against the bed. He must not have heard that the older boy opened the door, as he was still on his front, turned away from the door, his slim hips canting languidly into the mattress.
His sweet boy, his sweet baby, worked himself up to a whine, whimpering out Yoongi’s name, begging for his hyung, begging for something. The older boy walked over to the bed, unable to hold off any longer than necessary.
“Baby,” Jeongguk flinched at the older boy’s words, whining in realization that he was finally there. “You- you look so fucking good, you feel good? Does Gukkie feel good?” Yoongi wanted to touch so badly. Wanted to feel the younger’s skin, wanted to touch his beautiful body and make him squirm— but Yoongi wasn’t one to go around groping people, and he wanted Jeongguk’s certain permission.
Jeongguk whimpered and turned on his back, giving his hyung a clear picture of his front side. His hard, leaking cock rest in a puddle of pre-cum on his abdomen and his eyes already teary, looking up at him with desperation written across his face. Yoongi almost felt bad for him-- his poor innocent baby didn’t know what to do, he just knew that he wanted his hyung.
“Baby, can hyung touch you? Would you like that?”
“Y-yeah, baby wants h-hyungie-” Jeongguk hiccuped around his words, wanting nothing more than for the older boy to make him feel good. He wanted to show him that he wasn’t a kid— he wanted this, and he wanted his hyung.
Yoongi made his way up on the bed, kneeling between the younger’s spread thighs. He ran his hands up and down his legs, feeling the muscles quivering with anticipation. He ran his hands up to his abdomen, letting his fingers explore the divots of his toned stomach all the way up to his pectorals. Damn , his boy is fit.
“Baby, you’ve been working out so much, huh? Got all of these muscles, such a big, strong boy, aren’t you?” Yoongi teased him lightly with his chided words, not expecting them to have such a heavy effect on the younger.
“Y-yeah, hyung, Gukkie’s—” Jeongguk hiccuped again as he stuttered his words out. “Gukkie’s strong, he’s- he’s not a baby anymore, h-hyung.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow at that. It was interesting to hear the younger speak in that way, switching to third person so easily under the circumstance. He clearly didn’t want to be considered a baby, but really? He’ll always be Yoongi-hyung’s baby.
“You sure, sweet thing?” Yoongi ran his hands up to the boy’s pink, pert nipples, teasing them lightly as he spoke. “You don’t wanna be my baby? Cause I think you’d be such a pretty, pretty baby.”
Jeongguk’s internal conflict flared at that, head thrashing to the side of the pillow as he let himself cry.
“Don’t- don’t wanna be treated l-like a baby, hyung. Don’t want— hmph, don’t wan’ the other guys to treat me like a buh- baby…”
“Oh?” Yoongi leaned forward to brush the younger’s hair out of his eyes. “You just want your hyung to treat you like his baby, huh? Is that what my Gukkie wants?”
Jeongguk nodded quickly with some stray tears staining his flushed cheeks. Fuck , he’s the most beautiful thing Yoongi has ever seen. Even as embarrassed and frustrated as the younger felt right now, he was absolutely breathtaking. Everything about him— from his rosy, puffy cheeks to his sparkly doe eyes. From his cute little bunny smile to the scar on his cheek. Everything about him was breathtaking, but what sealed the deal was his bubbly personality.
Jeongguk is hilarious, and he teases his hyungs and makes them laugh on a daily basis. He has the most precious mannerisms and he could make anyone fall in love with him. He has the voice of an angel, most beautiful voice in the world as long as Yoongi’s concerned. Everything about him drives Yoongi crazy, and having him like this— actually makes Yoongi incredibly nervous.
“Sweetheart, are you sure you wanna do this? Hyung doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Jeongguk shook his head fiercely, looking upset at the fact that Yoongi had even mentioned it.
Yoongi knew that Jeongguk was a virgin. He absolutely had to be, with him never hooking up with any girls and the rest of the members love him too much like a brother to do anything. But Yoongi knows better, and he’s nervous and worried that he’ll be corrupting his precious baby if he goes as far as to kiss his red, puffy lips.
“Tell me, pretty—“ Jeongguk immediately blushed at the name, covering his eyes with his arm. “Oh, but you are, though, aren’t you? Hyung’s pretty boy?” Yoongi pulled Jeongguk’s arm away from his face to find the boy pouting and nodding, confirming that he was in fact, Yoongi's pretty boy.
“Yes you are, Gukkie.” Yoongi thumbed at the boy’s cheek, wiping away stray tears in the process. “But I need to know, baby. Have you ever done anything before? Ever let anyone touch you?”
Jeongguk blushed once more and shook his head shyly, looking up at his hyung with teary eyes.
Yoongi exhaled nervously.
“Have you let anyone kiss you, baby?”
Jeongguk pouted his lips again and shook his head.
Yoongi felt a rush of heat flood his body, pooling in his abdomen and sending a jolt to his system. God .
Feeling his heart beat out of his chest, he leaned forward and brushed his hair out his baby's eyes once more. He leaned down, directly in front of Jeongguk’s waiting lips. He ran his thumb softly along the younger’s plush bottom lip, with the boy looking at him with curious eyes.
“You're gonna be good for hyung, yeah?”
Jeongguk nodded, his eyes never leaving Yoongi’s.
“Gonna let hyung make you feel good?”
Jeongguk nodded once more before allowing himself to sutter out a response.
“Gonna be h-hyung’s good boy. Wan’ you to fuck me, make me yours.”
Yoongi kept his composure, but died on the inside.
“Good boys say ‘please’, baby.”
The younger smiled softly as he uttered out the sweetest ‘please’ Yoongi has heard, before he took the older boy’s thumb into his mouth, looking at his hyung as he sucked at it lightly.
Yoongi nearly came in his pants at the sight. Holy fuck , he’s going to fucking ruin Jeongguk.
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𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 :
𝒞𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓊𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃
Jeongguk sucked on his hyung’s thumb for a moment longer before it was pulled from his mouth. He made a sound of despair, wanting to keep it in his mouth for whatever reason he wasn’t aware of.
“Aww, baby, you just want something in your mouth, huh?”
Jeongguk felt himself nod at the question. He bit at his lip, looking up to his hyung with soft eyes.
“Know what that’s called, sweet thing? When you just need something in your mouth?”
The younger shook his head, keeping his gaze locked on Yoongi. “What’s it called, hyung?”
Yoongi ran the tip of his pointer finger along Jeongguk’s plump bottom lip, biting his own as he did. Jeongguk wanted to Yoongi to teach him--so that's exactly what he'll do.
“It’s called an oral fixation, angel. Means you wanna have something in your mouth-- wanna suck on something.”
He dipped his finger into the younger boy’s mouth and he latched on immediately, suckling on the digit lightly. “Think you have that? Just wanna suck on something, don't you baby?”
With the finger still in his mouth, Jeongguk nodded his head. He’s never sucked on anything before. Other than candy or suckers, he’s never been inclined to. But Yoongi’s fingers? Jeongguk felt his cock leak against his tummy. It was hot, and all he could focus on is putting something else of Yoongi’s in his mouth.
“H-hyung,” Yoongi pulled his finger from the younger’s mouth and trailed his spit along his bottom lip, “I- I think I wanna--” Jeongguk covered his eyes again, throwing his arm over his eyes in embarrassment at his own thoughts.
Yoongi had to admit, seeing the younger boy so flustered was really fucking cute-- but he wants Jeongguk to be comfortable and not so nervous. Sure, his baby’s actions were innocent-- but his mind? Yoongi’s beginning to think it’s not so innocent.
“What is it, sweet thing? Tell hyung.”
Jeongguk whined, shaking his head, “It’s- it’s dirty, hyungie.”
The older boy chuckled at that, moving the other’s arm away from his face. “But that’s why I’m here Koo. Isn’t it? So you can be dirty with your hyungie?”
Jeongguk looked up to his hyung once more and shrugged his shoulders, innocently batting his eyelashes in the process. “Was t-thinking about suh- sucking your cock, hyung.”
“As good as that sounds, I think I wanna make you feel good first, baby.” Yoongi smiled as he spoke.
“But Gukkie, I’m here so we can be dirty, right baby? Wanna be your hyung’s dirty boy, don’t you? It’s okay if you do.”
The younger looked conflicted for a moment, but then whined and nodded his head. Yoongi could already tell that Jeongguk enjoyed the filth slowly leaving his mouth. He’s already beginning to tell what the younger likes, what turns him on, and his kinks.
“You know, baby, you can be both.” Jeongguk gave him doe eyes as Yoongi continued, “You can be my dirty boy, as well as my good boy. Hyung would say mean things to you, call you filthy and slutty, but you’d get praised as well. Kisses and cuddles and sweet names. Would you like that baby? Do you want hyung to be a little mean to you?”
Jeongguk thought about it for a quick moment. Sure, he wanted to be hyung’s good boy, but the thought of being called slutty made his cock twitch. He nodded his head and whimpered out a ‘yes, hyung’.
Yoongi hummed at that, looking into his baby’s pretty eyes. “Think I could do that, baby.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the younger’s lips. He pulled back only to kiss him again, this time slowly and sweetly. It’s his baby’s first kiss-- he wanted it to be sweet.
“Gukike, I need you to understand something, okay?” The younger nodded and waited for him to continue. “If hyung does anything that you don’t want, make sure you tell him to stop. Just say ‘stop’ or ‘wait’ and we’ll stop. Okay?” He nodded again at the question, but Yoongi wanted to hear his sweet voice.
“Tell me, baby.”
“Y-yeah, hyung. Baby understands.”
As soon as the name left his mouth, Jeongguk blushed and tried to hide his face again, but Yoongi wouldn’t let him.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. You’re very, very cute, okay?” Yoongi kissed the younger’s forehead, “Hyung’s cute baby.”
Jeongguk let out a giggle at that before speaking, “Is- what’s that called hyungie?”
Confused at the question, Yoongi tilted his head, “What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“Th- that I like you calling me sweet names?” The younger asked curiously, “L-like how you said that I have an oral f-fixation?”
Yoongi smiled at that, because how fucking cute can this boy be?
“That just means you’re my baby, sweetheart. You like being called sweet names, there’s nothing wrong with that,” Yoongi brushed the younger’s hair out of his eyes. It’s gotten longer and more curly-- the look really suits him. Makes him cuter and makes Yoongi’s heart weak. “You sure you’re okay with mean stuff, baby? Hyung doesn’t wanna hurt your feelings.”
“N-no, hyung. I- I think it’ll be okay. I’ll tell you if it’s not.”
Yoongi leaned in and kissed him once more, relishing in the softness and the plumpness of the younger’s lips. “Such a good boy, you know that? Hyung’s gonna make you feel good now, okay? Just relax, baby.”
“B-but I want hyung to feel good too!” Jeongguk weakly protested, “Aren’t you-- hyungie, aren’t you gonna use me to feel good, too?”
Yoongi felt his cock jump at the words. Fuck, his boy is something else.
“If that’s what you want, sweet thing. You want hyung to use you to get himself off?”
“Y-yeah...but, uh- but I wanna lay here and watch you-- it that okay?”
“Don’t wanna do any of the work, baby?” Jeongguk smiled and shook his head at that. It was clear he wanted to be taken care of-- and who’s Yoongi to say no to that? He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the younger’s neck, humming softly. “Know what that means, angel? When you just wanna lay there and be pampered?”
Jeongguk felt a chill down his spine from his hyung whispering so close to his ear like that.
“Wh-what’s it mean, hyungie?”
Yoongi held himself over Jeongguk’s naked body and kissed at his neck again, making the younger whine out at the foreign sensation.
“Means you wanna be a pillow prince, baby. Wanna just lay back and have someone make you feel good, like the little prince you are.” Jeongguk whimpered and whined at that. Yoongi followed by sucking at the skin below Jeongguk’s ear, pulling pinks and reds to the skin, essentially marking his baby up. “That’s fucking cute-- you’re gonna bruise up so easily baby. Gonna wear hyung’s marks so beautifully.”
“Y-yeah, hyungie, gonna- gonna be yours. Everyone will know~” The younger whimpered around his response, sneaking one hand up to pinch at his own nipple.
Yoongi felt his heart nearly beat out his chest. How the fuck did he get so lucky-- lucky enough to be here? With his precious baby-- his sweet, sweet boy, whining and thrashing around on the bed. He’s so enamored by this boy.
“Hyung, please, do- do something! M-make your prince feel good, puh- please?”
Yoongi leaned back and let out a giggle at that, “You know how cute you are, baby? Yeah, I’ll make my little prince feel good. Turn over, Gukkie. On your tummy.” The younger promptly obeyed, flipping over onto his belly, waiting for the older boy to do something.
“Gonna play with your pretty little ass, okay baby?” Yoongi straddled the boy’s legs just to grip at his ass cheeks. He pulled them apart and felt his mouth water at the sight. Jeongguk really is pretty everywhere. The boy’s pink, untouched, waxed hole was there, begging to be filled, ruined, and corrupted. Yoongi swears he’s never been more turned on.
He listened to the boy’s whines as he ran a dry finger across the puckered hole. Fuck. How do you express to someone how fucking pretty their ass is? "So, so pretty down here, you know? Always keep it this pretty, sweetheart?"
Jeongguk giggled at that. "Wanted you to l-like it, hyungie. Wanted you to think I was-- I was ready for you."
“So, so pretty angel. I brought lube with me. Want hyung’s fingers?”
Jeongguk had his head turned to the side with hair in his eyes, so Yoongi reached up and brushed it out of his face, repeating his question. “Do you, angel? Or do you want hyung’s mouth first?”
Jeongguk nodded into the mattress as he answered, “Yes! Yeah, I- uh, I watched a video once, I th-think I’d like that, hyungie.”
“Oh? You watched a video, huh? Tell me about it, baby. What were they doing in the video?” Yoongi asked, but he had already started to kiss at the younger’s cheeks, biting them slightly, sucking to bring out more pinks and reds.
Jeongguk didn’t answer as his hips stuttered, grinding into the bed impatiently.
Without a second thought, Yoongi slapped at his ass, not hard enough to hurt but definitely hard enough to sting a little. The action pulled a moan from the younger, a type of moan that Yoongi hadn't heard from him yet. A type of moan that meant he liked it-- meant he really liked it.
“You liked that, didn’t you baby?” Yoongi smacked his ass again, this time a bit harsher than the first. “Know what that makes you, sweet thing? When your little cock gets wet from a bit of spanking?"
Another whimper came from the younger, “Nuh- no, hyungie-- tell me?”
Yoongi leaned in and let spit fall from his lips, landing directly on the younger's pink hole before spanking him once more, “Means you’re just a sweet little pain slut, angel."
Jeongguk whimpered at that. He liked the idea of being a slut, liked the feeling of Yoongi’s hand spanking his ass. He was already infatuated by the idea of Yoongi ‘teaching’ him, but this far more than he had imagined. Yoongi was teaching him things that he would have never known that he liked, and the younger boy is already in heaven.
“Tell me, baby. Tell hyung what you saw in that video and maybe he’ll do the same for you.” Yoongi surprised the boy by kissing wetly at his hole, just before giving the rim of it an innocent kitten lick.
“Ahh-- the, uh- there were two guys, and th-they were like we are...except the bigger one was on his knees--”
Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, Yoongi had shifted and pulled him to his knees as well, smoothing a large hand down his back and pushing his chest to the bed. Seeing Jeongguk like this made Yoongi groan. His ass in the air, his tight, virgin hole on display-- back arched perfectly-- his pretty face pushed into the mattress, all of it was so fucking cute and sexy at the same time. Yoongi rubbed at the bulge in his shorts before ridding himself of them, leaving himself in just his tight briefs.
Leaning back down, he kissed at the younger’s ass cheek, “So the bigger one was getting eaten out? Like us, right? Cause you’re bigger and stronger, right baby?”
Jeongguk whimpered in response, nodding his head slightly.
“Keep going, sweetheart.”
Jeongguk nodded again and kept talking-- well, babbling more like. He talked about how the one who was eating the other out started out softly, licking and sucking at his little hole, peppering kisses on his cheeks and thighs.
With each recollection that left the younger’s mouth, Yoongi followed suit and did the same, giving his baby exactly what he had seen in the video. From light sucks on his rim to slipping is tongue in completely, Jeongguk was absolutely lost to the feeling.
Yoongi kept him feeling good, kept him moaning, and kept him on edge. Jeongguk was bound to come any second.
Jeongguk told Yoongi that the smaller one in the video eased fingers into the submissive, silently hoping that his hyung would do the same to him. He was desperate for it.
Yoongi didn’t quite give him the pleasure of mimicking that action. He teased him lightly, licking and sucking at his balls and perineum, making the younger beg and cry for more-- something to push him over the edge towards his orgasm.
“P-p-please, please hyungie, don’t t-tease, need—” Jeongguk’s words were cut off with a drawn out moan, caused by Yoongi sticking the tip of his finger into his now spit soaked hole.
Yoongi giggled into the younger’s thigh. “What, sweetheart? Gotta use your words. Let hyung know what you need.” He kissed at Jeongguk’s thighs as he spoke, ultimately wanting to calm him down, but tease him in the process.
Jeongguk ground his hips into the bed, groaning and just thrashing his head from cheek to cheek. Yoongi was mean. Mean, mean, mean hyungie. Jeongguk huffed at the thought. He’s already begged, already asked him not to tease-- at this point, hyung was just being difficult.
“Oh? My little prince thinks I’m mean, huh?”
Jeongguk gasped at the words, not realizing he had said them out loud. Yoongi didn’t seem offended, so he used his slip up to the best of his ability.
“Y-yea, hyungie won’t give baby what he wants.”
Yoongi grabbed the lube from the bedside table, getting his fingers wet as Jeongguk spoke. He trailed his wet fingers up and down the younger boy’s crack, letting himself feel the puckered rim get even more slick.
“And what is it that baby wants? I keep asking you, but you can’t answer me. Hyung’s got you that worked up already, sweet thing?” Yoongi decided that Jeongguk needed some relief, so he eased a single finger into his tight entrance.
Yoongi himself groaned at the sensation. He was so incredibly tight, already stuffed to the hilt with one finger in his ass. Jeongguk let out a long sigh, finally feeling better, knowing that his begging and whining had paid off. The younger moved his hips back slightly, ready for his hyung to move.
“H-hyung, move, you-- you can move your finger, I’m okay.”
Yoongi smiled at that. “My good boy, telling me before I even asked. You must really want this, huh? Your tight little hole, though-- you sure you can handle it baby? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“N-no, hyungie, I’m good, baby usually-- um, I’ve used t-two fingers before.”
Yoongi groaned at that, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. Fuck. The image of Jeongguk fingering himself open with two of his little fingers would be engraved in his mind for the rest of his life, and he needed to see it in person one day.
God, fuck. All the things that he wants to do with Jeongguk has his head spinning.
Focusing himself on the task at hand, Yoongi squeezed out some more lube, soaking the younger’s hole completely, letting it drip from his stretched rim down to his balls, all the way down his thighs as well. Jeongguk whined and pushed back again, grinding onto his hyung’s long fingers, somewhat searching for his spot. He crooked his finger in search of the younger’s prostate, finding it quickly and rubbing against it gently, letting Jeongguk feel it-- the bundle of nerves possibly being stimulated for the first time ever.
Jeongguk let out a high-pitched whimper at the sensation, panting as he spoke, “Hyung-- is, is that my p-prostate? S’that my special spot?”
The wording had Yoongi cursing. “Yeah, baby, that’s your special spot. Feel good? I’m not going too hard am I?”
Jeongguk whimpered, “Yes, hyungie, feels r-really good- mmmph, no, I like it, like it lots~”
“You do this a lot, Koo? Open yourself up on your fingers?” Jeongguk shook his head, whimpering as Yoongi added a second finger. “Tell me, sweet thing. You don’t play with your pretty hole that often?”
“Nuh- no, hyungie, it’s- ahhh, it’s just r-really tight!” Jeongguk whimpered at the new stretch. He felt his cock leak out loads of precum at the intrusion, and he did his best to will away his impending orgasm. “It- it hurts sometimes, so I don’t do it too often.”
God, fuck. Yoongi can’t seem to get over that-- the tightness around his fingers, the little whimpers escaping his sweet boy’s mouth, the overall idea that he’ll absolutely /ruin Jeongguk has him in shambless. He wants to make the younger cry for his cock, beg him for release, and then ask for it all over again. Yoongi wants his name to be the only name that ever leave Jeongguk’s in a whimper again. At first, he was hesitant about taking his virginity, nervous as to the fact that maybe he would regret it-- but now? Now, Yoongi’s set on the idea of corrupting his sweet boy, filling his mind with dirty thoughts and the need to bounce on his hyung’s cock whenever he wanted it. The idea of turning his sweet, innocent Gukkie into a cockslut made his stomach tighten and his cock leak in his briefs.
Lust and infatuation aside, Yoongi knows for a fact that he’s always had feelings for the younger. Ever since he’s met him-- he’s thought that he was an angel. Jeongguk came into his life at the most perfect time, bringing the older boy up and out of sad moments of his life, making him smile and making him believe in happiness. Once the two got older, Yoongi’s feelings for the boy blossomed into something stronger, something protective. He wanted to keep his sweet boy under his wing, protect him from the harsh world, and ultimately make him happy in return. It’s what he did for his hyung, so it just makes sense for him to do the same.
Ever since the beginning, every single day, Jeongguk makes Yoongi believe more and more in fate-- and more and more in the idea of soulmates.
The younger’s pretty whimper brought Yoongi back to reality. The younger now had worked up a sweat as he fucked himself back onto the elder’s fingers. If the sight in front of him wasn’t the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen-- Yoongi would be a lying asshole. His sweet, sweet boy was fucking himself, whimpering and whining, begging for the older boy to do something, make him cum, make him feel good-- anything. Yoongi swallowed and gently added another finger, stretching his boy more than he has ever been stretched before.
“Oh! Oh, h-hyungie, I’m-- I’m gonna cum! C-can I? Please, please, please, lemme cum-”
Before Yoongi could open his mouth, Jeongguk’s hips were stuttering and a long moan ripped through him. His tight asshole got impossibly tight around his fingers, causing Yoongi’s cock to dribble out more precum.
Holy fuck. Yoongi backed up off of Jeongguk, letting the younger flip over onto his back. He flipped over, avoided the puddle of cum and looked up at his hyung with lust-blown eyes.
“Was that good, sweetheart? You did so, so well-- you know? Best boy.” Yoongi smiled at his pretty baby, flushed skin making him glow even more than normal. He was uncomfortably hard underneath his tight briefs, cock now properly straining against the fabric.
“Yeah, hyungie. Was s-so good.” Jeongguk smiled back at his hyung, just before he ran his finger over the tip of his slick cock, still wet from his release. With his own spunk now coating the tip of his finger, Jeongguk brought it up to his own lips and licked it off, maintaining eye-contact throughout the entirety.
Yoongi choked on air at the sight, only to choke again at the words that fell from his pretty baby’s innocent mouth.
Jeongguk let the finger fall from his lips, a small smile gracing his face as he spoke softly.
“Hyungie’s still gonna use me until he comes, right?”
𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳 :
𝒯𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑀𝑒
“Hyungie’s still gonna use me until he comes, right?”
Yoongi stared down at Jeongguk, his words processing a little too slow for his liking. He cursed and shut his eyes, willing away any sense of pre-mature orgasm he had in him bubbling to the surface.
“Hyungie’s guh-gonna teach me what he likes, right?” Jeongguk spoke voice was slightly slurred, his precious tone dipped in a bit of sexiness, just adding to his innocence. It fucked Yoongi up, the duality of his sweet thing. His sweet, sweet Jeongguk has said some of the filthiest things, been suggestive and made lewd, almost perverted comments, but it was still so incredibly innocent—just in this single day. The younger wanted to be ruined, and who’s Yoongi to deny him of that?
“Yeah, sweetheart.” Again, Yoongi willed away any sense of an impending orgasm and did his best to speak confidently—wanting to let Jeongguk know who was in charge. “Hyung’s gonna show you how to take his cock. Use you until he cums.” Yoongi stroked himself, squeezing at the base as he spoke, “Let you cum again, bun. Let you cum on my cock. Want that baby?”
Jeongguk dipped his finger down towards his belly button once more, playing with his spunk, keeping his eyes trained on Yoongi. He nodded, eyes going wide and doe like at the words. “Y-yeah, hyungie, please? Wanna be good for you.”
“You’re already so, so good, sweet thing.” Yoongi ran his fingers through the mess on his tummy as well, just before lifting it up to his own mouth and licking at it lightly. The action pulled a strained whimper from the younger, his hips canting wantingly. “Lift your hips, angel, this’ll make your back feel a little better.”
Jeongguk obediently held himself up long enough for Yoongi to slide a pillow underneath, allowing him to feel much more relaxed. “Is that better, sweetheart?” Yoongi leaned down and dropped a soft kiss to Jeongguk’s lips, allowing the younger to nod at the question.
“Now, baby, I want to make something clear.” Yoongi pulled back to look at Jeongguk, with the younger staring back at him with wide eyes. “I’m glad you wanna make hyung feel good, but if there’s anything I do that you don’t like, please baby, please tell me. It isn’t just about me feeling good. Want you to feel good too.” Yoongi reached out and grazed the younger’s cheek with his thumb just as he nodded at the question. “Uh-uh, baby. Let me hear you.”
Jeongguk closed his eyes and leaned into the touch as he spoke softly, “I’ll tell you hyung. Baby wants to feel good too. I- I trust you.”
Yoongi couldn’t help but smile. His sweet, sweet Jeonggukie-- was laid out in front of him, sweetly nuzzling into his touch. He’s such a good boy, so obedient and so pliant to be used for his hyung’s pleasure-- it’s almost too much to handle. In mere minutes, Yoongi will be corrupting the younger in full-- taking his innocence and making him squirm, and Yoongi can’t help but to get worked up at the thought. He needs to get inside Jeongguk-- like now.
“Okay, pretty, hyung’s gonna stretch you out a little bit more. Don’t want to hurt you, okay, baby?” Jeongguk nodded again, relaxing further into the mattress. Without a second thought, he moved his arms up, holding them above his head, submitting to Yoongi fully without even realizing. The sight made Yoongi choke on air-- seeing his sweet boy with his legs spread and his arms up-- hold still puffy and wet, cock still semi-hard from his first orgasm-- his lips bitten red and puffy. He was a sight for sore eyes-- and Yoongi couldn’t help but feel undeserving.
He uncapped the bottle of lube once more and squeezed some out onto his fingers, dripping some directly onto Jeongguk’s hole as well. The cold lubricant made the younger squirm and giggle, but Yoongi soothed him quickly with a few sweet kisses to his pretty thighs. He rubbed his fingers around the puffy, spent hole before delving in-- two fingers first, letting the younger adjust to the feeling once more.
“Tell me when you’re ready for another, baby.”
Jeongguk whimpered at the intrusion and nodded, already feeling his cock fill up once more. Yoongi worked his tight little hole, scissoring his fingers to allow for more of a stretch, letting the younger feel every shift and every tilf of his thick fingers. He needed to get him further opened up--the younger boy’s pink little asshole still far too tight.
“T-think I’m ready for-- ahhh, for another, hyung.”
Yoongi kissed at his thigh again before moving up to his now full cock, licking at the head lightly before suckling at the head. As soon as he felt Jeongguk let up on the vice-grip his hole was squeezing around his two fingers, he slipped another in, holding them there to let the younger adjust to the stretch.
Yoongi bobbed his head a few more times, getting the entirety of his cock wet before pulling off, looking up at the younger’s blissed out reaction.
“You good, bunny?” Jeongguk immediately nodded, smiling to himself at the question. “Feels good, huh? Like being filled up?”
“Y-yeah, hyung-- it’s so good.”
“Mmm, my bunny’s so tight though,” He started to pull his fingers out, just to push them back in, letting the younger accommodate to the sting. “How’s hyung gonna fit?”
Jeongguk tilted his head back further into the pillows, whining out at the dirty talk. He worked his fingers in and out avoiding his prostate, making Jeongguk borderline desperate for more. The younger was whining, tears brimming his eyes as he asked, “Please, hyungie, think I’m ready.”
Yoongi pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in a few more times to test the stretch--making sure he wouldn’t hurt the younger boy in anyway.
“Think you are ready, sweetheart. Let me take off my pants, okay?” Yoongi stood up from the bed and stripped down, stroking his cock lightly and hissing at the immediately relief he felt.
Fuck. He wasn’t gonna last.
Jeongguk laid back and look at him with wide eyes, his gaze dropping from his eyes down to his dick. The act made Yoongi smirk. For now, in this situation, he’ll allow himself to be cocky. “Hyungie’s got a big cock, doesn’t he baby?”
Jeongguk nodded immediately, staring at his cock and licking his lips at the sight.
“It’s s-so big, hyung. Bigger than mine, b-bigger than the ones I saw in the videos.”
His cheeks immediately pinked up at the confession, but Yoongi just smirked again.
“Is it, sweetheart? Bigger than you’ve seen before?”
The younger nodded once more, looking up at his hyung with his wide, pretty eyes.
“C-can I touch it, hyungie? Wanna taste it--if that’s o-okay?”
Yoongi got back on the bed, kneeling up by Jeongguk’s head. “You wanna taste, baby? Wanna let hyung use your mouth for a minute?”
Enthusiastically, Jeongguk whined and nodded, “Yeah--please, use me~”
Yoongi giggled and moved to straddle the younger’s chest.
“You don’t even have to move--my little pillow prince. Know what hyungie’s gonna do? Know what this is called, angel?”
Jeongguk looked up and shook his head. “Teach me, hyung?”
Yoongi stroked himself before running the tip of his cock along the younger’s bottom lip.
“Hyung’s gonna fuck your mouth. You’ll just lay there and take it, right baby? Like a good boy, hm?”
Jeongguk nodded quickly and stuck his tongue out, presumably something he’d seen in a video. The action made Yoongi mutter a curse just before guiding his cock into the younger’s mouth. Jeongguk kept his eyes open, looking up at his hyung as the elder used his mouth.
He was gentle, not pushing too far into his baby’s mouth, pulling out occasionally and giving him a moment to catch his breath. He cared so much about this boy--cared so much for his baby; Yoongi would do anything for him. Would never want him hurting or uncomfortable, would always want him happy and satiated. He’s so incredibly in love with Jeongguk--it’s unreal.
He used his mouth for a few more minutes--stopping only because he felt himself teetering on the edge of an orgasm. He pulled his cock out of the younger’s mouth and got off of his chest. He leaned down and kissed Jeongguk fully, working his tongue into the younger’s mouth.
Pulling back, he whispered, “Such a good boy, sweetheart. Did you like it?” Jeongguk nodded, smiling up at his hyung. “Words, bunny.”
“Y-yeah,” the younger’s voice had a particular rasp to it, which in turn made Yoongi knees remarkably weaker. “L-love your fat cock.” The words fell from his mouth unabashed. He was ready to get fucked--ready to please Yoongi.
In turn, Yoongi choked at his choice of description. He loves his ‘fat cock’. Holy fuck. Who the fuck taught him that? With very little willpower holding him back, Yoongi responded.
“Yeah? Little cock slut, hm?” He decided to tease him, “Only like hyung for his fat cock, huh?”
Jeongguk giggled at the name but shook his head, “Nuh-uh, I like hyungie cause he takes care of me. His fat cock is a p-plus.”
Yoongi smiled at that and leaned in for a kiss. “Yes, sweets, I’ll always take care of you, if you’d like.”
He stared at the younger just a moment longer, the two holding eye-contact in an almost loving manner.
“I think--I think I want you to take care of me...forever.” Jeongguk boldly whispered. He’s not sure where his confidence has come from tonight, but he’s thanking whatever has blessed him with the trait. “Do you--do you want that, hyung?”
Yoongi sighed and leaned in once more, kissing the faint pout on Jeongguk’s lips away.
“Yeah, baby. I want that. Wanna take care of you--as long as you take care of me, too. Can you do that, sweet thing?”
Jeongguk smiled against Yoongi’s skin and pulled him down onto him, crashing their lips together once more. The younger initiated a deeper kiss, slipping his own tongue into Yoongi’s mouth, pulling back to nibble on his bottom lip lightly.
“I can do that, hyung. Wanna take care of you, too.”
It was Yoongi’s turn to smile at his words, connecting their lips in a filthy kiss once more. Yoongi fought the younger for dominance over his mouth, earning it quickly and sucking at his tongue harshly, pulling a sweet whimper from the younger. Yoongi pulled back to look at his sweetheart, noting that his lips were now a deep, plush red and his cheeks were fit to match.
Jeongguk bit at his own lip before speaking out, this time with grave confidence.
“Yoongi-hyung, please--please quit teasing and just make me yours.”
The older boy groaned at the words, hastily repositioning himself to be in between the younger’s spread thighs. He ran his hands down Jeongguk’s chiseled abdomen, stopping at his prick to stroke him gently.
“Gonna be good for me, right angel?” Jeongguk nodded at the question. “Gonna let hyung fuck you nice? Show you how well you deserve to be treated?” He nodded once more, grinning at the indirect praise. Yoongi kissed at his abdomen, trailing his way down to his cock, leaving a kiss directly on the head. “My little prince. Just lay back, okay? Let me do the work.”
Jeongguk smiled and nodded, wanting nothing more than to finally be taken care of. This whole process of getting Yoongi into his room and ruining him has taken far too long--longer than he anticipated. But with the confessional of feelings and lessons that were taught, he doesn't regret it for a second.
Yoongi leaned back and slicked up his cock with the remaining lube from the tiny bottle, wiping the rest directly onto Jeongguk’s asshole. “Be sure to tell me if it hurts sweetheart. We’ll stop and I’ll stretch you a little bit more, okay?”
“Yeah, hyung. I’ll tell you.” Jeongguk replied, already feeling as if he were floating. He braced himself for the worst, doing his absolute best to relax his muscles and in turn, make it easier for Yoongi to work his cock in. The older is so, so big, and Jeongguk’s ass is too tight, but he wants this. He wants his hyung to make him feel good, and in return, he wants to make him feel good, too.
Yoongi took his cock in his hand and tapped the head against Jeongguk’s puckered rim. Looking up at his sweet boy, Yoongi pushed in, earning a gasp from the younger. He had stretched him for so long--stretched him so well, but he was still undeniably tight.
“Is it okay, bunny? Be honest.”
“Yeah- ahh, mmm, I- just need a second. Go slow?”
“Anything, baby. Tell me when you want me to move.” He ran his fingertips along Jeongguk’s thighs, soothing the younger and relaxing him into the intrusion. “So pretty, baby. Really--you’re so so pretty. Hyung’s pretty boy, huh?”
Jeongguk’s bottom lip wobbled as he pouted, nodding his head at the question. He really was hyung’s pretty boy.
“Want you to move, hyungie. M-make us feel good?”
Yoongi shifted his hips further, inching his cock into Jeongguk slowly. He was doing such a good job, relaxing into the mattress, letting Yoongi do what he needed. The older boy reminded him throughout the entirety how good he was, how well he was doing.
A few moments later, Yoongi was able to build up a steady pace, thrusting into the younger deep with each shift of his hips. “Take it so well, baby. Don’t even have to teach you--you already know how to handle hyung’s cock.”
Jeongguk thrashed his head back and forth, losing himself to the repeated pressure applied to his prostate. Yoongi was fucking him so well, making him feel things he’d never felt before.
The younger eventually held his thighs up, Yoongi having him almost sandwiched in half as he fucked into him quicker and quicker. The sounds that left Jeongguk’s pretty mouth left Yoongi desperate to cum, desperate to make the younger cum.
“Baby-- baby, I’m not gonna last. Are you close? Gonna cum getting stuffed with hyung’s cock?”
Jeongguk nodded quickly, babbling almost incoherently, “Please, please- mmmph, hyungie, fill me up! Make me yours--just w-wanna be yours. Want you to- ahhh, ruin me~”
The younger’s words sent Yoongi over the edge, hips stuttering to a stop as both came. Jeongguk’s cock spurted weakly on his tummy-- completely untouched. Yoongi emptied his load right in the younger’s tight hole, which was fluttering around his spent cock, both attempting to recover from their orgasms.
“Baby,” Yoongi panted around his words, utterly spent, “You did so well. Took my cock so well, angel.” He pulled out gently, leaving the younger whimpering and whining about ‘being empty’. The comment made Yoongi grin. He’s most definitely ruined his baby--in the best possible way.
He grabbed a towel from the hook on Jeongguk’s door and returned to the bed, cleaning up Jeongguk’s sticky skin as best as he could. The spunk from his first orgasm had already dried on him, leaving him needing a shower to get completely clean.
“Come on, sweet thing. Let me clean you up.” Yoongi reached out and took Jeongguk’s hand in his own, pulling him up off the bed and towards the bathroom.
He stood behind the younger as they waited for the water to warm up, hugging him from behind, holding him close. Yoongi rested his chin on Jeongguk’s shoulder as he hummed. “You know, angel. You’re so good for me, did so well.”
Jeongguk leaned his head back to rest on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Really, hyung? I- I just wanna make you happy.”
“You always make me happy, Jeongguk. You don’t even have to do anything, you know? Everything about you...your little quirks, the way your nose scrunches up when you think something’s funny.” Jeongguk had started to blush at the compliments. “Your pink cheeks! Oh--sweet thing, your pink cheeks are so precious.” Yoongi pinched at his cheeks, making the younger giggle. “Jeongguk, you being you makes me happy.”
Jeongguk smiled at that. “You make me really happy, hyung. I meant everything I said. I wanna-- wanna be yours.”
“Want you to be mine, too, baby. You’re perfect for me, bunny.” Yoongi couldn’t help but feel his heart inflate. He’s always loved Jeongguk. Ever since he was younger, Yoongi’s been protective--wanting to keep him from harm and ultimately make him happy. Now as adults, Yoongi wasn’t nothing more than to make him his. He wants to hold Jeongguk every night, listen to him sing softly in his ear, run his hands through his soft, dark curls. He wants to make Jeongguk feel loved, and finally expressing his feelings towards the younger is making his heart swell more than it’s swelled before.
With a quick, hot shower and further discussion of what their status was, the two got into bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Cuddled up next to his hyung, Jeongguk couldn’t help but smile.
For once, he’s proud of himself--being brave paid off.
Being who he was, paid off.
Being exactly who his Yoongi-hyung fell in love with--most definitely paid off.
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