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“So, are you finally going to seduce him?” Hoseok asked as he sat down on his couch next to Jimin, making sure the front camera captured the both of them for Taehyung to see.
“That’s a given opportunity to use your charms, since you’re going to be with him for two months straight,” Jimin added.
Taehyung could only roll his eyes at his best friends. “You guys really think I am that desperate?”
“You? Desperate? For your, I quote ‘cute precious adorable also very fucking hot with his pouty little lips and that round little ass’ roommate?” Jimin cocked his brow. “Oh, absolutely,” he said and both him and Hoseok burst out laughing.
“I hate you, guys,” Taehyung grimaced. “Unbelievably thankful that we won’t see each other for the next two months.”
“Come on, Taehyung-ah, we all know you’ll miss us after two days tops.”
“I don’t know, pretty sure he won’t make it past half a day without me,” Jimin smirked, knowing he was right.
“Try me.”
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“I hate you,” Yoongi groaned at the thought of having to spend his whole quarantine with his (hot) roommate.
“All I did was say that you were finally going to get some dick, don’t be a drama queen,” Jin rolled his eyes. “Jungkook, hold the phone for me, please,” he asked and the younger complied, bringing it close to his face.
“Hey, Yoongi hyung. How are you feeling on this fine day, knowing you’re going to spend that much time with your crush?” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows.
“One more word and I’ll hang up.”
“Hyung, but for real. How are you feeling about it?” Yoongi heard Namjoon ask.
He shrugged with a sigh. “Normal? It’s not like we’re complete strangers. It might be a little awkward, but who knows maybe this will help us get a little closer.”
“As close as having his dick up your ass?” Jungkook asked, making Jin snort. Namjoon was about to say something as well, but Yoongi chose to hang up.
“I need new friends,” he muttered to himself as he left his phone on the desk and threw himself onto his bed face down. “It’s not like I would even have a chance with him. And I don’t like him that way, I’m just not blind,” he rolled to his side and groaned. “Fuck, am I actually talking to myself?”
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The very first day, Yoongi realized that he was fuсkеd. Utterly so.
“Hyung,” Taehyung had knocked on his door. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
And agreeing was his first mistake.
They were having some fancy wine, which the older could then blame for the pink tint of his cheeks, while watching some romcom the younger chose. Yoongi wore shorts and that was his second mistake. He thought he was doing okay until Taehyung scooted closer to him and started tracing a line up Yoongi’s left thigh with his index finger.
“You have quite a few moles on your legs, hyung,” the younger smiled innocently. “That’s cute,” he whispered and his hand squeezed Yoongi’s thigh gently, right before he let go to reach out for his glass, acting like he’d only been focusing on their TV screen.
Yoongi gulped and felt his cheeks turn red. “I- uh.. yeah.”
Suddenly, it was really hot in the room.
On the second day, Yoongi had to admit that, maybe, he was more attracted to his roommate than he’d thought.
It was only 1PM and Yoongi was in the kitchen drinking his 3d cup of coffee. (Don’t blame him, he was just going through it.)
Since their living room and kitchen were connected you could have breakfast while watching the TV, or watch the TV while having breakfast. Same thing, but you pick your order.
The thing is: Yoongi wasn’t watching the TV. The whole time he’s been watching Taehyung sit in the chair, reading a book. Yoongi was watching the younger use his slender and long fingers to turn the pages, making sure to lick his digit every time he turned one.
Yes, Yoongi’s been staring and yes, he might’ve had the idea of asking Taehyung if he needed any help. But who in their right mind would ask Hey, do you need help turning the pages? Cause I could lick your fingers for you.’
So he just sat there, holding his cup, and bored his eyes into his roommate. That was until Taehyung lifted his eyes from his book to look at Yoongi, making the latter jump in his seat.
“Hyung”, he smiled widely, “could you please make me some tea?”
Yoongi cleared his throat, hoping his voice wouldn’t crack when he’d answer. “Sure.”
“You’re the best, hyung.”
The third day went by pretty fast since Yoongi was busy with work. He hadn’t left the room since the morning, but when he did God did he regret it.
Before his eyes stood a very sweaty (and delicious looking) Taehyung who was chugging water. A few drops had spilled, wetting his jaw and neck, and in addition to that he was wearing shorts that exposed half his thigh. He had no shirt on and his hair was in a bun. Taehyung’s muscles were tense and veins were quite visible on both his neck and arms.
Yoongi gulped. He was suddenly thirsty, but he wasn’t sure whether it was thirst for water or dick.
Taehyung’s dick, to be precise. But of course, he wouldn’t admit to it .
Yoongi told himself that something needed to be done. He needed to let the steam out, because he was simply going crazy.
“Oh! Hyung!” The younger one noticed him. “You’re finally out of your room. Are you hungry? I was gonna cook something.”
“Uhm, yeah I guess,” Yoongi bit the corner of his cheek. “Why are y-“
The younger followed his hyung’s gaze and it was obvious the older’s eyes were settled on his bare torso. “Oh sorry, I got done with my designs so i decided to workout a little.”
“I see...” Yoongi hummed.
“I’m gonna hop in the shower and then cook something. Okay?”
“Sure,” Yoongi smiled and the younger returned it. When Taehyung walked away, he let out the breath he was holding and realized that he had been frozen in place and most likely stared at his roommate during their whole conversation, or whatever that was.
As it turned out, Taehyung couldn’t cook. Like, at all.
“I’m sorry, hyung. I wanted to do something nice.” He pouted, eyes not meeting Yoongi’s. And, for some reason, the latter felt svery endeared.
“It’s okay, just don’t do anything that could burn us along with the apartment next time, okay?” The older looked up and shot him a gummy smile.
Taehyung chuckled and approached Yoongi, helping him tie his apron.
“I could do it myself, you know?” He turned around.
Taehyung is a bit too close, Yoongi thought.
“Just wanted to be at least some help in the kitchen,” he lifted his hand to brush back some of Yoongi’s hair with his fingers. “Your hair is getting longer,” he stated with a calm voice.
All Yoongi could do was look at Taehyung’s moving lips, trying his best to just breathe.
“It looks cute,” the younger started, eyes locking with his. “ You look cu-“
Yoongi’s phone rang and cut him off.
The older shook his head and smiled apologetically.
Another thing that happened on day three: Yoongi blocked Jungkook’s number.
Day four. Thursday.
Yoongi wished Thursday never happened.
Kitchen, 9:49AM
“Quite a show you put on last night,” Taehyung smirked as he walked in.
“What do you mean?” Yoongi lifted his eyes to look at him.
“I get thirty during the night quite often and... Well, just make sure your door is closed next time. You never know when I’ll get out of my room to go grab a glass of water,” Taehyung winked at the older and went to put his cup in the sink while Yoongi’s eyes shot wide open.
‘No way, no w-‘
“Don’t worry, it’s not like it’s the first time I heard you.”
Yoongi’s mouth fell wide open. “W-wha- Y-you-“
His stuttering made Taehyung laugh. “You know, it was just quite tempting,” he bit his lower lip, “since the door was open.”
Yoongi stared at him, unable to let a word out of his mouth.
Taehyung burst out laughing. “Hyuuung, I’m just playing with you.”
The younger flashed a cheeky smile at Yoongi, who was still looking at him as if he were a ghost.
And then his face flashed with the realization. “Wait... hyung, were you really-“
“NO!” Yoongi shouted, getting up from his seat. His cheeks were read as he longed for the ground to disappear from under his feet and take him along with it. “No, stop I’m-“
“Oh my god! Your cheeks are so red!” Taehyung couldn’t hold back and let out a giggle.
“They’re not! And I just-“ Yoongi clenched his fistst and started walking to his room without continuing his argument. Simply because he didn’t have one. He walked out of the kitchen not even finishing his breakfast as he was far too embarrassed.
“Hyung, what about your bre-“
“I’ve work.”
Day 5: 7PM
Yoongi sighed as he still didn’t want to see Taehyung after what had happened the day before.
He was embarrassed, and not because his roommate pranked him and told him that he heard him jerking off, but because he wished Taehyung had actually heard him, caught him.
The thought of the younger walking in on him excited him, made the heat in his stomach unravel. Yoongi wished Taehyung had joined and ruined him in every way possible.
His thoughts got interrupted by a knock on the door. “Hyung?” he heard Taehyung call behind it, but didn't reply.
“Hyung, come out,” the younger boy pleaded but Yoongi remained silent.
“I haven’t seen you all day. I miss you,” he whispered.
No, Yoongi’s heart did not do a flip in his chest.
“I have wine.. and whiskey.”
That’s all it took for Yoongi to stand up and open the door. Getting drunk always helps. “Should’ve mentioned the whiskey right away.”
But, perhaps, Yoongi was wrong and alcohol ould only make it worse.
8:17PM
“No way!” Taehyung exclaimed “You took dance classes? Wouldn’t take you for a dance type of guy.”
“I’m not,” the older shrugged. “My friend, Jungkook, needed a partner for this one gig and asked me to help,” Yoongi took a sip of whiskey, and it was already his 4th glass. He thanked the universe for not being a lightweight.
“Let’s dance,” the younger suddenly proposed.
Yoongi blinked twice. “What?”
“I said,” Taehyung stood up and approached Yoongi, taking the glass out of his hand to put it on the table, and reached his hand out, “let’s dance.” A beaming smile spread across his face.
“No way” Yoongi laughed and looked up at him. “Wait.. you’re serious?”
“Yeah.”
“No.. no way I-“ He wanted to say no, he really did, but it wasn’t possible. Not with the way Taehyung was looking at him. Yoongi realized then that resisting wasn't even an option.
“Okay then,” he grabbed the younger’s hand and stood up.
Taehyung’s cheeks were quite red from the wine he had previously drank and Yoongi found it adorable. He also became aware of the fact that he was holding Taehyung’s hand.
“Uhm, so uh..” He cleared his throat. “No music?”
“I can put some of my classic music on, if you want?”
The older knitted his brows together. “You wanna slow dance?”
“Well, yeah?” Taehyung’s eyebrows rose and the corners of his lips slightly quirked up.
“Oh, okay.”
The younger let go of Yoongi’s hand, which actually somehow upset the latter, and grabbed his phone to pick a random track from his playlist.
When Taehyung turned to him again with a soft smile on his face, Yoongi’s heart started beating faster.
“So, are we going to dance or are you going to just stand there?”
“I-“
“God, come here.” Taehyung grabbed Yoongi’s arm and pulled him closer to himself.
Too close .
One hand was holding Yoongi’s the other rested on his waist.
“Is this okay?” The younger asked gently.
“Y-yeah.”
No, absolutely not . Taehyung’s touch burned and Yoongi’s heart was beating too fast.
He realized he wasn’t even moving.
“You know,” Taehyung started and turned Yoongi around. His front was firmly pressed to the older’s back, hands on his hips, “usually, when people dance, they move,” he chuckled and Yoongi could feel Taehyung’s breath on his neck, his lips were so close to the pale skin.
That night Yoongi kept thinking about his roommate’s hands on his body as he fell asleep in a mess, being a mess himself. Cheeks flushed and body exhausted after using one of his favorite toys, with the image in his head where Taehyung was the one to play with him until he couldn’t take it anymore.
On the seventh day, Yoongi was already sure that the Universe was against him.
He woke up with neck pains and Taehyung offered him a massage. He offered to massage Yoongi.
“So?” The younger asked with an obvious excitement in his tone. “Hyung, I swear I’m good!”
“I don’t know-“
“Come on! Don’t you think you’ll regret missing the opportunity of having my hands on your neck?”
Taehyung smiled playfully and reached his right hand out to trace a line on Yoongi’s skin, just like he did on the first day, but this time it was a line from his jaw to his collarbones. His eyes never left Yoongi’s.
“Y-yeah totally,” Yoongi gulped.
“Hm?”
What was he getting himself into? Well, he was bound to find out. “I- uhm mean..Yes, a massage is totally a good idea”.
It wasn’t.
Taehyung made Yoongi sit on the sofa, while he himself got behind it.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
No .
“Prepare to ascend to heaven.
Yoongi would laugh at that, but laughing was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment. His thoughts were focused on Taehyung who was about to give him a massage. He was about to give Yoongi a massage.
His roommate was about to touch his neck, which is very sensitive. The second Taehyung’s hands touched Yoongi’s skin — the older froze.
“Hyung, you’re too tense. Relax,” his hands squeezed Yoongi’s shoulders gently.
Easier said than done .
“Sorry,” the older muttered instead.
“It’s okay. Just close your eyes and don’t think about anything.”
“Okay. I’ll try.”
And, somehow, it worked. Yoongi relaxed into Taehyung’s touch. The younger started with the shoulders, put pressure with his hands but it was still gentle and relaxing.
“You didn’t lie when you said you were good at it,” Yoongi admitted with his eyes closed, melting more and more into his roommate's touch with each second.
“I’m no liar, mister,” Taehyung smiled and
his hands worked their way up to Yoongi’s neck, as the latter responded to his every touch, eyes still closed.
“Feels good?”
“Mhmmm. Yea-ah..” he hummed. “God.. Tae...”
And it was only when Taehyung froze that Yoongi realized what had just happened.
He moaned Taehyung’s name.
On day nine Yoongi decided that he wholeheartedly hated Kim Taehyung.
He was more than sure that his roommate’s been making him suffer on purpose. He wasn’t sure why the younger male was doing it, but if his goal was to make him feel like a horny teen and have himself live rent free in Yoongi’s head — he succeeded.
Moaning Taehyung’s name was by far one of the most embarrassing moments in Yoongi’s life. And yet, he wished to go back to that moment, and not to prevent the whole massage thing and save himself from the embarrassment, no.
He wanted to turn back time to stop himself from running off to his room, to try moaning again, try doing something more to see how easy or hard it was to rile up his roommate.
Yoongi longed to know if Taehyung wished to ruin him in as many ways as he himself wished to be ruined.
None of his toys were enough, not after he had accidentally walked in on a naked Taehyung getting off in the shower.
Did he leave the door open on purpose? Everything felt like a set up at this point.
“Hyung, don’t pretend like you didn’t hear the water run . ”
That asshole.
But that wasn’t not the point. Taehyung was big. And that was all Yoongi could think about.
He was sure that he wouldn’t survive the rest of the quarantine, at least not without having Taehyung stuff him with his cock.
All he could think about was his roommate pounding into him like there was no tomorrow, digits digging so hard into his skin it would bruise later.
But imagining getting ruined by Taehyung, while he oh so desperately rode his biggest toy, wasn’t enough. It wasn’t big enough. Not thick enough. Most importantly — it was not Taehyung’s dick.
And it wasn’t just hat. Yoongi wanted to be touched, wanted his roommate’s pretty hands all over himself and to be fucked deep into the mattress.
“Fu..cking... ngh.. ah-asshole” he groaned as he rolled his hips once again, going down on his toy as deep as possible. “Not... enough...beca- ah... because of him.. not.. -ah.. fuckk fuckkk... No... please, no.” Yoongi was on the verge of crying. He’s been trying to come for the past hour or so, but every time he thought he was finally close — the feeling just went away.
He was frustrated, mad and horny.
So, yes. Yoongi wholeheartedly hated Kim Taehyung.
And if he wasn’t going to sit on Taehyung’s сосk right there and then he was literally going to cry.
Taehyung didn’t think he could hold back any longer. He could hear Yoongi’s moans and he knew the latter was more than aware of it, and that’s what’s been driving him crazy.
Yoongi’s been driving him crazy.
When they just became roommates, Taehyung immediately discovered a soft spot for the older male. He wouldn’t stop thinking about how cute his marshmallow cheeks were and how cute he looked when he poted.
And then... Then he heard Yoongi for the first time. He was loud and his moans were desperate. The older must’ve thought that Taehyung had already been asleep, but that wasn’t the case.
Since then, Taehyung’s been wanting nothing but to have Yoongi in every way possible.
“Fuck it,” he breathed out when he heard yet another one of Yoongi’s moans and rapidly got out of his be. He was prepared to risk it all just like that. There’s only so much a man can take.
But right when he opened the door to leave, he was met with Yoongi standing in front of his room with his fist up, ready to knock.
“Oh..hyung?”
“Y-you didn’t come,” the older stuttered out with a shaky breath.
“What do you m- Is that my shirt?” When Taehyung finally took a good look at Yoongi, he noticed how flushed the older’s cheeks were, and that the only thing he was wearing was Taehyung's white Celine shirt, that he’d been looking for the whole morning, by the way. It looked only slightly oversized on him, barely covering the upper part of his thighs.
Well fuck . That was definitely a view Taehyung could spend his whole life looking at.
“You didn’t come,”Yoongi repeated again, eyes slightly glossy. “I waited for you to come, but you didn’t..You..” He stepped a little closer, checking out a half naked Taehyung. “You’re hard,” Yoongi pointed out and Taehyung smirked, seeing the change of expression on the older male’s face.
“Yeah, you weren’t exactly quiet out there.”
Yoongi just stared, eyes filled with lust.
“Like what you see?” The younger smirked. He definitely liked the reaction.
Yoongi licked his lips and breathed out a quiet “Yeah.”
Taehyung walked to stand behind the older. One of his hands circled around his waist, the other traveled to lift the shirt up a little as he pressed their bodies together, making sure his erection was firmly pressed against Yoongi’s exposed ass. Only the fabric of his briefs separated them, making the older male’s whole body burn.
He kissed Yoongi’s neck softly, sending shivers down his spine. “Why were you so loud, hyung?” Kiss. “Wanted me to hear you?” Bite. “Wanted me to come there and fuck you? Hm?”
Yoongi could only mewl in response.
“Use your words, little one.”
“Ple.. yes.. please.” Yoongi made sure to push his ass back into Taehyung’s clothed erection, making the latter groan.
“Look at what a good boy you are, hyung. Asking me so politely,” Taehyung whispered as he slowly walked them both towards his bed, not changing their positions. After they reached it, he stepped back a little, making Yoongi whine from the loss of contact.
“Shirt off,” he ordered and Yoongi complied. He took it off and just stood there waiting while Taehyung got rid of his briefs and sat himself on the edge of the bed, his dick pressed flat to his stomach. And that’s all Yoongi could focus on, his whole body was shaking in anticipation.
The second Taehyung’s eyes landed on his hyung’s fully naked body, his mouth watered. “So, so pretty.” His hands reached out to touch the soft skin of Yoongi’s thighs and he noticed how wet they were from the lube he had used and all the precum that must’ve dripped down while he was desperately riding his toy.
God did he want to ruin him. And by the looks of it, Yoongi was more than happy to get wrecked.
“Why don’t you get down on your knees and show me just how much you want my cock, pretty thing?”
“Yeah... fu... yeah.. okay.” Yoongi didn’t even think twice and dropped to his knees. positioning himself in between Taehyung’s thighs. He spread them a little wider and his mouth watered at the sight. “Fucking finally,” he muttered and put his hands on Taehyung’s thighs.
The younger grinned. “So desperate to have your mouth stuffed with my cock, aren’t you?”
“Shut up and just give it t-“ Yoongi didn’t get to finish his phrase, because Taehyung grabbed his face and leaned closer so that their lips were almost touching. Almost.
“Don’t talk to me like that, darling. You don’t want me to be mean, now do you?”
And Taehyung’s tone only turned Yoongi on even more, making him press his legs together and his dick twitch freely between his legs.
“Are you going to just stare, or are you going to put your pretty mouth on it?” Taehyung questioned as he started stroking himself with a slow pace, using his free hand to draw Yoongi closer, tilting his head down to his crotch.
So the older, after wetting his lips, wrapped them around the head of Taehyung’s dick and started sucking on it desperately, making the younger male groan with pleasure.
He helped himself with one hand, the other stayed on Taehyung’s thigh, supporting his body.
He kept his eyes locked on Taehyung’s face, wanting to see just how good he made him feel while he bopped his head up and down his length, taking him deeper in.
“Fuck.. hyung.. Yeah, just like...feel so good.” Taehyung threw his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head from how heavenly Yoongi’s mouth feels.
For a second, the older stopped and took his mouth off Taehyung, making him shoot his eyes open from the sudden loss of touch.
“Wha-“
“W-watch me...” Yoongi pleaded and got back to it, eyes locked with Taehyung’s, who was
still a little taken aback.
“Fuck, baby,” He grunted. Yoongi was a whole sin. Looking up at Taehyung so innocently while he was gagging on his dick, sucking so messily. “Look so- so fucking pretty taking my cock... prettiest.”
Yoongi’s cheeks were flushed and he moaned around Taehyung’s dick at the praise.
He was so turned on, and has been on edge for so long, that when he felt Taehyung pulsating in his mouth, it sent him over the edge. He came just like that, untouched, moaning with his lips still around Taehyung’s cock while his body shook in pleasure.
“Holy shit, did you just..Fuckkk” When Taehyung realized what happened he came almost instantly, spilling into Yoongi’s mouth, the latter swallowing every single drop.
“That was so hot, fuck. Come here.” Taehyung grabbed Yoongi by the waist and got him to straddle him.
“D-did I do good?” The older asked, his eyes hooded and lips red and shiny.
“Yes, baby. So good,” Taehyung assured him and his eyes traveled down to steal a glance at his hyung’s lips. He wet his own,looking in Yoongi’s lust filled eyes and after getting a little nod from the older — he kissed him. Taehyung didn’t think he would ever be able to stop kissing Yoongi, not after he’s finally had a taste. The man tasted so sweet and innocent, yet so sinful. His lips moved hungrily against his own and Taehyung felt like he was suffocating, both from how messy it was and how overwhelming it actually was to kiss Yoongi.
When he came back to his senses and broke the kiss — both of them tried to catch up their breaths.
“And now, if you ride my thigh and come again — I’ll give you exactly what you came here for.”
“I think… I will be too sensitive,” Yoongi breathed out.
Taehyung moved them a little, so they were more comfortable. “Yeah, I know,” he whispered into his jaw, leaving a tender kiss there. “But it will feel so good.”
“But- Ah” Yoongi didn’t get to finish because Taehyung gripped the base of his dick, putting pressure to it and making him shudder. “Didn’t you come here for me to make you feel good? Hm?” Taehyung whispered as his mouth traveled down to Yoongi’s nipple. The latter’s response got replaced by a whimper, because the younger bit down on the bud, licked it and sucked on it. “Wanna ruin you for everyone,” he said and gripped the older’s sensitive dick even harder. “Make you mine,” he practically growled out the last word.
Another wave of arousal hit Yoongi as he started getting hard again in Taehyung’s hand. “I want.. Please.”
“What do you want, kitten? Tell me.”
“Ruin me,” The older breathed out.
“Then,” he let go of Yoongi’s cock, the latter’s hips bucking up, chasing his hand, “be good and come for me.”
Yoongi went slow at first, a little too sensitive, but Taehyung whispering compliments into his ear, telling him how good he was doing, sucking on the sensitive skin of his neck — had him rutting on the younger’s thigh like he was an animal in heat.
He gripped Taehyung’s shoulders for support while the latter kept his hands on his hips, helping him keep up his pace.
At one point his thighs started shaking, and that’s where Taehyung grabbed his face with one hand to kiss him, while the other wrapped around Yoongi’s dick, helping him chase his release.
Yoongi’s eyes were getting glossy as they got filled with tears. And the younger kept stroking him with a fast pace. It was too much, but it felt so good. Taehyung felt too good.
“nGh..P..plea-aah...se..fuckkk” he bit down on his lower lip.
“Don’t hold back.”
And Yoongi complied. He moaned loudly into Taehyung’s mouth as he came, making a mess on the younger’s hand and thigh. When he opened his eyes he noticed Taehyung’s cock being hard again and twitching against his stomach.
“You’re so hot, did so good. Gonna make you come one more time. Yeah? My baby can take it, right?” Taehyung kissed his forehead.
My baby . Yoongi was a goner. “Yeah.. I can.. will take it... so well... ple- ah” he whined when he rolled his hips down on Taehyung’s, feeling too fucking sensitive.
He didn’t know how the fuck he was going to survive it, but he was way too excited to finally have Taehyung rearrange hisbguts that the pain from being overstimulated was the last thing he was going to worry about.
Taehyung reached his hand to the side and Yoongi’s eyes followed his movements. He saw the younger take out a bottle of lube and a condom from the top drawer of his night stand.
“I want you to fuck me raw,” he suddenly blurted out and Taehyung’s head instantly snapped in his direction. “I mean,” his eyes were low as he felt awkward all of the sudden, “I’m clean and if you-“
“Me too, I got tested recently.”
“Oh then-“ Yoongi reached to grab the bottle Taehyung
was holding.
“But you already-“
“It’s not for me,” poured some on his hand. “Can I?” Yoongi asked and lowered his hand to Taehyung’s abdomen when the latter nodded. He lifted his eyes to look at the younger when he wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly, making sure to spread the lube well.
There it was again: the innocent look on Yoongi’s face, as if his hand wasn’t going up and down Taehyung’s pulsating length at that moment.
“F-fuckk, stop,” he groaned, but Yoongi didn’t listen. Instead, he just quickened the pace. “I said. Stop.” Taehyung’s voice was low and raspy as he grabbed Yoongi’s wrist to stop him. “Don’t get on my bad side.”
What he didn’t expect was for Yoongi to pout at him.
“But Taehyungie’s all talk and no action.”
“What?” He blinked.
“Told me he wanted to ruin me, but he’s taking so long that I’m thinking that maybe..”
“Maybe what, pretty?” Taehyung was curious.
Yoongi shrugged. “Maybe, you just can't .”
The sudden change of attitude had Taehyung’s blood boiling under his skin. He grabbed Yoongi by the hips, turned and practically threw him face down on the mattress, ass in the air. Not waiting a second longer, without teasing and without any warning Taehyung just aligned his dick with Yoongi’s pink hole and thrusted into him, as deep as he could. making the older literally scream his name and grip the sheets under him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Taehyung groaned and pulled out fully before smashing back in. He smashed in so hard that Yoongi was sure he was going to rip him apart.
With the pace that Taehyung eventually set, fast and brutal, Yoongi’s whole body burned. It hurt so much, but so good that it had him screaming Taehyung’s name whenever he wasn’t choking on tears.
“Said I couldn’t ruin you, but here you are, crying under me, crying because of my cock filling you up so good,” Taehyung slowed down, thrusted in deep a few times and stopped, balls deep in Yoongi, his cock pulsating while the older clenched around his length.
He circled one hand around his waist and pulled him up while the other traveled to grab the older’s face to kiss him. So wet. So desperate.
Taehyung started thrusting up slowly, his lips never leaving Yoongi’s. He kissed them, licked them, bit them, swallowed every sound leaving the older’s mouth.
“Nghh...hurts...” the older mewled with tears running down his face.
“You’re doing so good.”
It felt like torture to Yoongi, but he loved it. His body was shaking and Taehyung’s thrusts were getting sloppier so he could feel that the younger was close, too.
Yoongi came so hard and so painfully in the best way, that he could barely hold himself up anymore, so his upper body fell back on the bed with Taehyung still thrusting into his clenching hole. But it wasn’t long till he came as well, filling the older up with his cum.
The younger fell on top of Yoongi, both of them panting, worn out and exhausted.
“Wow.. that was-“
“ Yeah, I know.”
After some time, they got off the bed to get cleaned up to avoid going to sleep all sticky. Taehyung couldn’t help but think that the older was probably going to return to his own room and the thought of that, he admitted, upset him. But to his pleasant surprise, Yoongi walked back into his room, picking up the long forgotten Celine shirt from the floor.
He plopped himself on the bed, ready to put it back on when he caught Taehyung’s eyes on himself. “What? You owe me cuddles.”
“No I-... You’re gonna put it back on?” Taehyung pointed at the shirt.
“Well, yeah? I mean, if you don’t mind?”
“Not at all, you look cute in it,” he approached the bed and lowered himself as his hands reached out to cup Yoongi’s face. “And small,” the younger pecked his lips. “Next time, I’m gonna fuck you with it still on,” Taehyung whispered into Yoongi’s lips and kissed him once more as he let his hands drop to his sides.
“I’d like that, but like, in a couple of days, when my ass doesn’t feel like it’s been ripped apart,” Yoongi all but complained and the both of them chuckled.
“Not even sorry, you asked for it.”
After that night, after falling asleep in each other’s arms like it was something they were used to — they got much more comfortable around each other and their relationship became more domestic.
They cuddle, hold hands a lot, because Taehyung has made a note of Yoongi enjoying it. And he does, too.
They sleep in each other’s beds, or on the couch, when their making out sessions get a little more heated than expected.
They don’t know what they are, or what they’re doing even, but they know that they like whatever is happening between them, so they just let it be.
Until two weeks later, when Yoongi’s riding Taehyung in their living room, his legs shaking and the roll of his hips getting messier.
“You’re so pretty, hyung.. Fuck.. So good for me..”
He watched Yoongi go up and down on him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head whenever he lowered his hips, taking all of Taehyung in.
And Taehyung was completely mesmerized with the sight of him. So dumbfounded that he didn’t even realize when he let the three words slip out of his mouth.
“I love you.”