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“Side effects may include nausea, fatigue, decrease in sexual libido, although some patients have reported hypersexuality as a side effect as well, so it can go either way.” Dr. Jung is so matter-of-fact that it makes Yoongi feel ridiculous for the way his face heats up as soon as sex drive is mentioned.
So many side effects just to feel more like a normal human being emotionally? Is it better to be depressed rather than deal with things like hypersexuality?
He thinks back to the long nights spent staring at the ceiling, listening to his dorm mate lightly snoring, until shadows grew on the walls and light started to flood in. He thinks about the days where his stomach ached for food but sleep sounded better.
Yeah, fuck that.
“That’s fine.” Yoongi tells Dr. Jung, waving off the side effects. “Let’s just do it.”
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The changes are subtle, but little by little Yoongi starts to feel.. Normal. Ish.
His mood starts to regulate, where his lows don’t feel as low anymore, and he remembers what highs feel like. He finally goes out with his friends again, their excitement over “having the old Yoongi back” seeping into his chest and nestling into his heart. It feels good, being a normal college student. He even goes to the library with his roommate, Namjoon again. The slightly younger man eagerly helps him study and catch back up from his slump until finally Yoongi feels like he’s not on the verge of failing all of his classes. He has a chance.
But as with most things in Yoongi’s life, things can’t just be smooth sailing.
It doesn’t take long for him to realize just how much the medication is affecting his.. Jerking off schedule. As in, he can’t seem to get enough.
It’s the worst at night, when he’s tucked away in bed, painfully hard without the aid of any visual or mental stimulation it just happens. And there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it with Namjoon sleeping across the room. Because Yoongi is too much of a chicken shit to do anything in fear of waking him up, even though he knows Namjoon is a relatively heavy sleeper.
Sometimes he sneaks out to the communal showers late at night when no one’s there to find some relief, but it always comes back with a vengeance only hours later.
The blissful rest he’s started to grow accustomed to again starts to slip from his fingers like water. Effortlessly and all at once.
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The door crashes open and Namjoon stumbles in, still breathing heavily and sweaty from his time in the gym. Yoongi startles from his place at his small desk, hand flying to his chest. “Shit Joon, you almost gave me a heart attack!”
With a sheepish smile, Namjoon slides the towel that was hanging around his neck off of his body and dabs at the beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. “Sorry, hyung.” He says, a little breathlessly. “The door is starting to stick. Should I call maintenance?”
“Don’t bother.” Yoongi answers, trying to ignore the way his muscles shift and ripple as he reaches up to hang his towel up on the hook in his closet. He wastes no time in stripping off his shirt, the damp material sticking to his skin and practically peeling off of him. Yoongi’s mouth runs dry as he nearly chokes on his next words. “I’ll fix it later.”
Namjoon beams at him, those dreadful dimples showing themselves and he approaches his desk and grips him by the shoulders, giving a little squeeze and nearly making Yoongi seize up in his seat. “Is there anything you can’t do, hyung?” He asks, a slightly teasing lilt to his voice, but genuine all the same.
‘Ask you out’, Yoongi thinks. “This paper.” He says instead.
Coward.
He stands so close behind him, so close that Namjoon’s chest is nearly pressed against the back of Yoongi’s head. He feels hot, feverish even. He can smell the sweat on him but it doesn’t bother Yoongi at all, there’s something almost primal about the way it makes his stomach clench with want.
He may or may not be slightly attracted to his roommate. But that’s a line he’s not going to cross.
“Tell you what,” Namjoon says, fingertips idly tapping against his shoulders, perfectly oblivious to the horny struggle happening in Yoongi’s brain. “I’m gonna go shower and then maybe we can see if I can help you get out of this slump, okay?”
Yoongi relaxes under his hands and nods with a small smile that Namjoon can’t see. “Sure. Thanks.”
Namjoon retreats after one last squeeze, and Yoongi lets out a deep breath as soon as the door closes behind him.
He’s fucked.
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Yoongi tosses and turns in bed, the sheets tangling into his legs with each movement. Sweat gathers on his brow, his breathing becoming heavier with each passing moment as his cock steadily hardens in his pajama pants.
It’s so hot and there’s an unscratchable itch just beneath his skin. His cock feels impossibly heavy between his legs, aching to be touched in any way. He needs. He needs so much.
He snakes a shaky hand down his chest, to his navel, to dip between his legs and palm at his erection, the friction making him buck into his own hand. He licks his lips, over and over, trying to unsuccessfully sate the dryness. A breathy whine escapes his lips as he digs the heel of his palm down his dick, before twisting his hand and gripping hard, squeezing at the head. The sensation feels so good but hurts at the same time, and the moan that escapes him is loud enough to make him freeze, heart pounding in his ears, wary eyes glancing at the still figure across the room.
Namjoon doesn’t move. His breathing is still slow and deep, soft snoring mingling with Yoongi’s harsh breathing.
Yoongi takes a deep, grounding breath. He’s always been a bit louder when it comes to his pleasure, never really mastering the art of being quiet. He slowly rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face into his pillow as he gives another experimental squeeze of his cock, moaning into the pillow. It’s muffled, much quieter and Yoongi sighs in relief. This could work.
He rolls his hips into his hand, but pain begins to seep through his arm from the weight of his body and the awkward angle as he reaches between his legs. If he continues like this, he'll be so sore come morning.
With a sigh, Yoongi pulls his hand from beneath himself and blindly reaches out for one of his pillows, the one he usually hugs at night, plush but slightly firm. He drags it closer to him and lifts his hips up just enough to shove it underneath. He slowly lowers himself back down, bracing his elbows on the mattress as he gives an experimental roll of his hips.
The friction feels so good against his aching cock, so much so that he forgets to muffle his next moan. He's already slipping away into that special headspace, one where everything feels soft around the edges, and all he can do is feel.
He pulls back and angles his hips a little differently before thrusting forward again, the head of his cock pushing hard against the edge of the pillow, making him gasp. He buries his face into his other pillow, biting down on it as he starts a steady rhythm, ignoring the subtle squeaks his bed starts to make from his movements.
He's so desperate for relief that he can't even find it in himself to be embarrassed that he's dry humping his pillow like a hormonal teenager. Hell, he hasn't felt this horny since he was a hormonal teenager.
His mind starts to drift, imagining large hands running down the length of his back, before pressing down on his hips, urging him to hump the pillow harder and faster. He imagines dark eyes watching him pleasure himself, hands still lightly massaging his hip before delving lower, underneath his pajama pants, between his cheeks, to ghost over his hole.
Yoongi tilts slightly, bearing his weight down on one arm as he reaches behind himself to mimic his imagination, slipping his own hand beneath his pajama pants, between his cheeks, to tease his fluttering hole.
He whines into the pillow, hips stuttering as he continues to tease himself. If he imagines hard enough, he can nearly feel soft plush lips running down the length of his back, a hot tongue dipping through the crevices of his lower back, teeth biting and bruising his unmarked skin.
He's so far gone that he doesn't even notice that the snoring coming from Namjoon's side of the room has stopped.
Yoongi pulls his hand from his pants and messily spits into it before he returns his fingers to his hole, sticking himself up with his own spit. He imagines it's someone else's finger teasing at his rim before slowly slipping inside. It burns a little, not nearly lubricated enough but it still feels fucking amazing. Every time he rolls his hips against the pillow, he subtly fucks himself on his own finger and he wishes it was someone's cock instead.
"Harder.." He whispers into the pillow, pleading with no one in particular. "Feels suh-so fucking good." He can feel the familiar heat pooling low in his abdomen, the clench of his thighs as the heat climbs higher and higher until-
His hips falter, before pressing hard against the pillow, his finger pressed deep inside himself as he comes hard into his pajama pants. The moan that he smothers into his pillow is absolutely depraved, leaving him shaking with white spots dancing in his vision.
When he finally comes down from his high, he shakingly rolls over and off the bed, stumbling to his closet to shuck off his soiled pants and changing into fresh ones.
He glances towards Namjoon, but all he can see is the lump of him in the darkness, perfectly still.
His body melts into the mattress as he settles back down, blissed out for the first time in a long time.
It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep in the uncharacteristic silence of the room, blissfully unaware of the eyes watching him from across the room.
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"You look well rested today." Namjoon says from across the table at the library, sipping on the hot tea he had gotten from the small cafe nearby.
Yoongi hums around the straw poking out of his iced americano, and he peers up at Namjoon through his lashes. There's something odd about the tone of his voice, his normally bright and friendly eyes now narrowed and calculating. It makes Yoongi shift awkwardly in his seat, averting his gaze.
Does Namjoon know what he did last night? Was he awake for that?
No. Yoongi heard him snoring. He was definitely asleep. Besides, he was quiet. The pillow muffled him perfectly.
He's just being paranoid.
"I slept pretty well last night." Yoongi says with a dismissive wave of his hand. He wraps his lips around the straw again, lightly fiddling with it with his tongue, not noticing the way Namjoon hyperfixates on the movement.
"Good. That's.. Good." Namjoon lowers his eyes back to his books and silence falls over the pair again. But it's not the normal comfortable silence, it's a little awkward. Namjoon fidgets in his seat, his cheeks slightly pink, his tongue excessively wetting his lips as he tries to concentrate on his homework.
Yoongi finds him so fucking endearing. And devastatingly hot.
He catches himself watching Namjoon study, the way he pushes his horn-rimmed glasses up the slope of his nose with the tip of his finger, the way his lips silently move along with the words on the page, the way his long fingers drum against the table when he's thinking.
On days like this, when his bangs are swept up and pushed off his forehead he looks so much older and sophisticated, it just adds to his charm.
God, when did he get here? Is he really this far gone?
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He's already sweating.
He feels that familiar stirring deep in his gut, heat coiling tight over his abdomen and between his legs, bringing his cock to life with absolutely no effort.
He wonders if he should ask the doctor to change his prescription. Will he always be perpetually horny?
There's soft snoring coming from the other side of the room. Namjoon must have been exhausted, he fell asleep relatively quickly tonight. Which is a fucking relief because Yoongi is aching.
He reaches between his legs and palms at the front of his pajama pants, breathing harshly at the friction. He can already feel a damp patch forming at the front of his pants. He's absolutely leaking.
He grabs the pillow from last time and hugs it to his chest this time, burying his face against one end while he lifts his hips to brush his covered cock against the other end. He sighs softly, the friction not nearly enough but it still sends delicious tingles down his spine.
He hooks one leg around the pillow and uses the heel of his foot to press harder against his crotch, rolling his hips upwards and pretending that someone is caging him in, pressing down on him, hard cock pressed against his.
He imagines a particular person sliding between his legs and shoving his knees apart with strong, powerful thighs. He imagines a large hand trapping his wrists and holding them above his head as his larger body presses him into the mattress, grinding his hips against his.
"God, please." Yoongi whimpers into the pillow, picturing those dark piercing eyes staring into his as Namjoon fucks him, slow and deep.
Namjoon.
He pauses his movements, his heart thundering in his ears. How did he forget that the object of his fantasies is literally sleeping on the other side of the room?
He forces his breathing to calm, straining his ears to listen for the snoring, but..
It's silent.
With shaking arms, Yoongi slowly pulls the pillow from his face and subtly glances to the side, and -
Oh. Oh.
Namjoon is staring right at him, eyes hooded and unblinking.
Yoongi swallows the lump around his throat, and turns back to stare at the ceiling, his heart plummeting into the pit of his stomach.
There's no way Namjoon doesn't know exactly what Yoongi is doing. It's pretty fucking obvious. And yet he's watching. He hasn't spoken, hasn't yelled at Yoongi for being inconsiderate or for waking him up.
How long has he been watching him?
Is he getting turned on from this?
Yoongi feels his cheeks burning at the possibility.
Would it be totally insane to keep doing this? Yes.
Is his cock practically throbbing at the idea of having Namjoon watch him get off? Absolutely.
Yoongi takes a slow, steadying breath before he slowly rolls over with the pillow until he's on his stomach, trapping the pillow beneath him like last time. He props himself on his forearms, bracing his knees on the bed before he rolls his hips forwards, rocking against the pillow. He moans into the open air, not muffled by anything, soft and breathy.
He can feel the heat of Namjoon's gaze from here as he begins a slow yet steady rhythm of dry humping the pillow, though he puts more of a conscious effort to stick his ass high in the air when he rocks back, wanting this to look good for Namjoon, to look appealing.
He turns his face towards Namjoon, pressing the side of his face into the mattress, as if someone were holding him down. His lips part, and he barely cracks his eyes open enough to see that - yes, Namjoon is still watching and there's movement.
He keeps his eyes as hooded as possible as he watches the slow up and down motion coming from underneath Namjoon's blanket. Rapid heat, coarse and unyielding burns through Yoongi at the sight and he grinds harder against the pillow, making himself gasp, eyes rolling back. His pajama pants keep sliding down with each thrust, making the head of his cock peek out from the waistband, so that there's now no layer between his cock and the pillow.
God, Namjoon is definitely touching himself. Jerking off to him . He never thought something like this would ever happen. It feels surreal, and he wishes desperately that Namjoon would get up, cross the room, and take him right here when he's on his stomach and defenseless, rough and relentless.
"Fuck.." Yoongi moans, a little louder this time as he rolls his hips in a circle. "S'not enough.." He slurs. "Fuh-fuck, more - more."
He can't stand Namjoon not knowing that he's fantasizing about him, not knowing that he knows that he's watching him.
He takes a calming breath. There's no way this will go down in flames, right? Obviously Namjoon is attracted him or he would be fucking jerking off while watching him hump a damn pillow.
So Yoongi slowly opens his eyes all the way and locks his gaze with Namjoon's.
He sees the moment Namjoon's breathing abruptly stops, his hand completely stilling, his eyes suddenly wide and guilty.
Yoongi blinks slowly at him, licking his lips, before he resumes the slow grinding of his hips, keeping his eyes locked to Namjoon's the entire time, letting his moans fall freely from his lips this time, because there's absolutely no hiding now. They're caught.
Namjoon seems frozen in time, as if he can't quite believe his eyes as he watches Yoongi, until finally he heaves a deep breath and the movement under his blanket resumes.
Fuck, it's so hot.
No, seriously, he's sweating his ass off.
With a grunt of frustration, Yoongi kicks off his blanket all the way, leaving him exposed, his pants now halfway down his pert ass, leaving the slope of his backside bare.
He hears the softest, "fuck" come from Namjoon's direction. Yoongi's dick twitches.
Yoongi decides that if he doesn't get his hands and mouth on Namjoon that he'll die. Absolutely keel over.
He slows his hips down, catching his breath and meeting Namjoon's eyes again. He swipes his tongue across his lips and smirks.
"Joon-ah," He rasps. "C'mere."
Namjoon sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes going comically wide, but he gets up surprisingly fast, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
Even in the dark, Yoongi can see the huge fucking tent in them. He practically salivates.
He eyes him as he slowly takes the few steps into Yoongi's side of the room, until he's standing right next to his bed and Yoongi has to crane his neck to look up at him through hooded eyes and thick lashes.
"Hyung.." Namjoon sighs, sounding unsure. "You-"
Yoongi cants his hips forward, moaning at the delicious friction against his cock, making Namjoon curse under his breath.
"T-Touch me." Yoongi gasps, propping himself up on his hands and knees and then leaning his upper body down and forming a perfect arch with his ass pushed into the air, earning another curse from Namjoon. "Puh-please, Joonie."
Finally, finally, he feels a warm hand on the fleshy part of his ass, fingers roughly kneading and making Yoongi whimper with want, before that same hand slides up his back and to the soft strands of his hair, tangling in the locks before pushing his face down into the mattress, stealing Yoongi's breath away. The sudden thrill he feels is like a zing of electricity straight down his spine. How many times has he dreamt of this exact scenario?
“You look so beautiful.” Namjoon whispers in awe, using the hand that’s not holding Yoongi down to nudge his thighs apart, brushing his fingertips along his taint and making the elder whine into the mattress. “So whiny and needy. What’s gotten into you, hyung?” He wonders, ghosting his fingers along the underside of his balls, making him twitch and shiver. “All this time and I’ve never even caught you jerking off before. Now this is the second night I see you humping your pillow like a horny teenager.”
Yoongi whimpers, wiggling the lower half of his body, chasing Namjoon’s fingers, needing them inside him or he might pass out. “I-It’s my medicine.” Yoongi gasps, fisting the sheets beside his head. “H-Hypersexuality is a suh-symptom.”
Namjoon suddenly pauses, his hand disappearing from between his legs, making Yoongi nearly cry in desperation. “Hyung.” He says gently, the rough hand in his hair suddenly releasing its grip to pet Yoongi’s hair instead. “I don’t want.. Can you consent like this?” He asks worriedly, and Yoongi forces the horny haze to clear from his mind long enough to really consider the question.
Namjoon is always so gentle, always wanting to make sure that everyone around him feels safe and comfortable. Right now is no exception - he’s putting Yoongi first, and Yoongi absolutely melts .
“Joon-ah,” Yoongi hums out, still sounding fucked out but incredibly fond. “I’ve had a crush on you for so long.” Normally a confession like this would give him a panic attack, but given the position they’re in.. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out, but I’m.. A nervous wreck usually.”
He hears a warm chuckle from above him, then soft lips are brushing against his lips, making goosebumps erupt all over his skin. “I like you too, hyung.” He whispers in his ear and Yoongi can’t stop the big gummy smile from spreading over his face. “We might be doing things backwards, but.. Let me take you out on a date tomorrow night?”
Yoongi feels like he must combust, from the pressure building in his nether regions, to the swelling of his heart. “O-Okay.” Yoongi breathes out, peeking up at Namjoon’s smiling face, dimples loud and proud. “But hyung is paying.”
Namjoon scoffs, his fingers tangling in Yoongi’s hair again. “We’ll argue about it later. For now..” His other hand dips down the slope of his back, his fingers dipping between his cheeks to rub over his hole, making Yoongi gasp and tense on instinct. “How about you be good for me and let me make you feel good?”
Yoongi whimpers, trying to push back against his hand, craving those long fingers deep inside him (among other things). He feels plush lips kissing along his back, a teasing tongue flicking out to collect the swear that’s gathered in the crevices of his back muscles. “I’ll be right back.” Namjoon murmurs against his skin before his hands leave him all at once, leaving Yoongi a trembling mess alone on the bed. He watches Namjoon as he returns to his side of the room, digging into the bedside table before returning with a bottle of lube and a condom.
Holy shit. This is really about to happen.
“Joon-ah..” Yoongi sighs, propping the upper half of his body up with his forearms. “C’mere.” He crooks a finger at him, smiling as Namjoon immediately obeys, staring down at him with a heat in his gaze that immediately makes him want to get on his knees in front of him and do whatever he asks of him.
There’s a massive tent in Namjoon’s boxers and Yoongi reaches for it, gently palming over his cock and making the younger man groan. “Wanna suck you off.” Yoongi whispers, looking up into his eyes. “Can I?”
“Fuck - yes.” Namjoon breathes, reaching out to thread his fingers through his hair again. He uses his free hand to push his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free and - shit, it’s a beautiful cock. Long, thick, the mushroom head a ruddy pink and already dripping with precome. Yoongi has to swallow down the spit that rapidly gathers in his mouth at the sight of it. He wants that cock in his mouth, inside of him, fucking his thighs, he wants it everywhere.
“Well?” Namjoon’s already fucked out voice snaps Yoongi back to the present. “Are you just gonna look at it?”
Yoongi can’t help but giggle, fucking giggle, and he lifts a hand to wrap around the base of his cock, holding him in place as he leans forwards and sticks out his tongue, teasingly tapping the tip against his flat tongue, the soft smacking sound of it practically echoing around them. Namjoon’s fingers tighten in his hair, he’s making an obvious effort not to thrust his hips and fuck into the waiting heat of Yoongi’s mouth.
“Fuck, hyung you’re such a tea- oh, shit.” He gasps as Yoongi’s lips close around his cock and he suddenly pushes himself forwards and takes him all at once, right to the back of his throat, his nose brushing against the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. Namjoon’s thighs go taut, his fingers gripping his hair so tightly it’s borderline painful, not that Yoongi minds at all. He sees Namjoon’s eyes roll back, a deep moan rumbling from his chest, the sound making Yoongi’s flagging cock come back to life with a vengeance.
“Holy fucking fuck, do you not have a gag reflex?” Namjoons asks in disbelief. Yoongi only moans in response, the vibration of it making the younger man gasp, his hips pushing forwards to make Yoongi take him a little deeper. He must look like quite the sight, tears already gathering in his eyes, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded and pupils blown wide, lips stretched obscenely around Namjoon’s cock, completely and utterly debauched.
Yoongi taps on Namjoon’s thigh and the younger immediately pulls out, letting Yoongi catch his breath. “Fuh-fuck my mouth, Joon-ah.” He takes him back into his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip and collecting the salty precome there, making Namjoon toss his head back and moan. “God, you’re gonna kill me.” Namjoon chuckles in disbelief. “Tap me if it’s too much.”
Yoongi hums around him in response and Namjoon starts to roll his hips forwards, shallowly fucking into his mouth and Yoongi lets his eyes futter closed, enjoying the heavy weight of Namjoon’s cock sliding against his tongue. His jaw aches a little since it’s been too long since he’s done anything like this. He always loved having a cock in his mouth.
Namjoon uses the grip on his hair to keep his head still as he starts to thrust faster, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat over and over and Yoongi still doesn’t gag. Spit gathers around the edges of Yoongi’s mouth, spilling out the sides and down his chin, the whole thing very wet and messy but that only seems to spur Namjoon on, he likes it messy. The lewd sounds of slurping and gasping moans fill the dorm room, each sinful treble going straight to Yoongi’s cock.
“Fuck, you’re pretty.” Namjoon gasps as he pushes forwards hard, forcing Yoongi to take him all the way. Yoongi swallows around the throat, the sensation making Namjoon moan loudly, a proud feeling settling over the older man. He’s making him feel this good. “How the fuck are you real?” Namjoon asks with a breathless laugh.
He pulls out and Yoongi gasps for air, coughing slightly and Namjoon is ever patient, gently stroking his cheek with the pad of his thumb. “So good, hyung.” He praises gently. “You take me so well. You’ll take me so well when I fuck you, won’t you?”
Yoongi whines, nodding his head. “Y-Yes.” He rasps, his voice hoarse from his throat being so abused. “I’ll be suh-so good for you.”
Namjoon smiles down at him warmly, leaning down to press their lips together, their first kiss wet and messy and swollen but it feels so good. Namjoon forces his lips apart and licks into his mouth, tasting himself on his tongue. All Yoongi can do is whimper into the kiss, letting the younger man dominate the way their tongues slide together.
When the kiss breaks Yoongi is left gasping for air, his heart running a million miles a minute. “Now,” Namjoon sighs, straightening up. “Think you can keep my cock nice and warm while I prep you?” He asks, his voice deep and dripping with honey.
Yoongi nods eagerly, excited at the prospect of finally having his fingers inside of him, and he opens his mouth and lets his tongue loll out, blinking up at Namjoon innocently.
“Such a good hyung.” Namjoon purrs before he presses in, gently feeding his cock into Yoongi’s waiting mouth, until he’s nestled deep into his throat once more. He hears the click of the lube bottle opening and Namjoon leans over his body, forcing his cock deeper into his throat.
Yoongi concentrates on relaxing his throat muscles, ignoring the strain on his neck in this awkward position, he just takes it like the good boy that he is. He closes his eyes and relaxes himself, though he does jump a little when he feels the sudden press of a lubed finger circling his rim.
One hand spreads one of his cheeks, the other slowly pushing a finger inside his tight hole, making Yoongi moan around his cock, hips squirming. “So tight, hyung.” Namjoon whispers, wiggling his fingers as he coaxes the ring of muscle to relax for the intrusion. “Gonna feel so good around my cock.”
Yoongi whines as a second finger joins the first, gently scissoring him open, getting him nice and ready for his cock. Namjoon is definitely bigger than average, it’ll burn a little no matter what but Yoongi wants it. He wants to feel every bit of sensation as that gorgeous cock glides along his inner walls.
By the time a third finger joins the fray, Yoongi is a whining, whimpering, shaking mess. He’s drooling all over Namjoon’s cock and himself, soaking the sheets underneath them. If he weren’t so worked up he would be so embarrassed, but the only thing that registers in his system is want. Pure, unadulterated, burning want.
He taps on Namjoon’s thigh and he immediately pulls out with a pop. Yoongi’s head immediately drops down onto the mattress, the tension in his neck finally getting some relief, and he sucks in lungfuls of air. “M’r-ready.” He says, pushing his hips back to force Namjoon’s fingers in deeper. “N-Need your cock, Joonie.” He begs. “Wuh-want you to fuck me. Wanted it for s-so long.”
“Okay, baby.” Namjoon soothes, his other hand leaving his hair and instead smoothing down the length of his back. “I’ll take care of you, hyung.” His fingers pull out and Yoongi whimpers at the sudden emptiness, aching, needing to be full again.
He hears the tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper ripping open, then the squelch of lube as Namjoon slicks up his cock. The bed dips, and then there’s a warm weight on top of him, strong thighs bracketing him. Namjoon hovers over him, leaning down to kiss and nip at the side of Yoongi’s neck, his body forcing its way between Yoongi’s legs and nudging his thighs apart, leaving him spread open and ready for the taking.
“How do you want it?” Namjoon purrs in his ear, running his tongue along the shell of his ear before sharp teeth nip at the lobe.
“H-Hard.” Yoongi chokes out in response. “Wuh-wanna feel you for days.”
Namjoon hums in affirmation, before he feels cold lube dribbling over his exposed hole, making Yoongi flinch. The cold is quickly replaced by the warmth of Namjoon’s cockhead rubbing against his hole, spreading the lube around, before it catches on his rim and slowly eases inside.
And - holy shit, Yoongi has never in his life felt so full. None of his past partners or his dildos have even gotten close to the way Namjoon completely fills him and continues to fill him inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt. He pauses, giving Yoongi time to adjust, pressing soothing kisses to the back of Yoongi’s neck.
It burns a bit, but it’s a good kind of burn, exactly the kind he wants to feel for days to come. “God, you’re so fucking tight.” Namjoon moans in his ear, his voice strained as he holds himself back from just jack hammering into his tight heat. “You feel amazing, hyung.”
Yoongi takes deep breaths as he adjusts to the sheer size and girth of his roommate, tears already leaking from his eyes. “Y-You too.” He murmurs. “M’so fuh-full.” He sighs, peeking up at Namjoon over his shoulder and smiling as the younger man immediately leans down to kiss his lips. The angle is awkward, but it still feels so nice. “Okay.” Yoongi breathes with a smile. “You can move now. I’m ready.”
He rests his cheek back on the damp mattress, not really caring how disgusting that actually is at the moment. All he cares about is the delicious way Namjoon’s thick cock is pulsating inside him.
Namjoon presses a sweet kiss against the back of his ear before he slowly pulls back nearly all the way before smoothly gliding back in. The drag feels so warm and delicious, and they both moan simultaneously at the sensation. Namjoon keeps it slow but deep for a little while, still being so considerate, letting his hyung get used to him.
“Joon-ah..” Yoongi moans, trying to push his hips back to take more of him. “C-Come on, fuck me..” He whines petulantly. “Harder baby, I can tuh-take it.”
Namjoon chuckles darkly, there’s the pull, and then -
Yoongi chokes on a moan as he slams inside of him, making his entire body rock forward and the bed squeaks underneath them. “Y-Yes, yes, yes, ju-just like that!” He gasps and Namjoon delivers beautifully, fucking into him with reckless abandon, equally depraved moans and grunts escaping him as he fucks the ever living life out of his hyung.
And all Yoongi can do is lay there and take it, sobbing around his moans as the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the room. There’s no way these thin walls are hiding anything, it wouldn’t be surprising if the entire floor was awake, listening.
The thought of it urges Yoongi on, spreading the liquid fire in his blood.
“Oh god, oh god, you’re su-so big, feels so g-good.” Yoongi babbles as Namjoon shifts so that he’s laying over Yoongi’s back, putting his weight on him, making him feel more helpless in the best way as he pistons into him over and over again and simultaneously making his cock rub harder against the pillow still trapped underneath him.
“That pillow feels even better now, doesn’t it?” Namjoon growls into his ear, as he sucks marks into the side of Yoongi’s neck. “Pretty baby just needs a nice big cock filling him up, hm?”
Yoongi whimpers, nodding his head at his words, his fingers gripping the sheets near him so tightly that his knuckles turn white. “Y-You feel better than the p-pillow.” Yoongi gasps out, earning himself a particularly deep thrust that makes his toes curl and his vision go blurry around the edges.
The heat in his core is rapidly building to explosive levels, his spine tingling, his toes feeling a bit numb, he already can tell that this will be the hardest he’s ever come in his life.
“M’close, Joonie.” Yoongi slurs. “Suh-so fucking c-close.”
He feels Namjoon reach out and grasp one of Yoongi’s hands, tangling their fingers together and pinning it to the bed as he uses that leverage to angle his hips and thrust right against his prostate, making Yoongi scream, his blood roaring in his ears.
“Come for me, hyung.” Namjoon pants. “Come all over that pillow like the desperate baby that you are.”
His words knock him right over the edge, the world spins on its axis, all he can hear is white noise in his ears, and his vision goes white as he explodes, coming all over the pillow, his entire body shaking. He hears a distant scream, maybe it’s coming from him, who knows?
He feels like he’s entirely made of jello as Namjoon continues to mercilessly pound into him, his thrusts becoming more frantic and stuttering. He’s an oversensitive, whimpering mess but he still takes it, letting Namjoon take his pleasure, just like he always dreamed.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me hyung, taking me so well, gonna give you the fucking world fu-fuck!” He buries himself deep inside as he comes into the condom, his hips twitching. He collapses on top of Yoongi, nearly crushing him but it feels good, like a super weighted blanket.
Yoongi barely registers him pulling out, barely hears his own whimper escaping him. Namjoon hushes him gently and whispers reassurances as he quickly returns with a damp cloth and turns Yoongi over so he could clean the come off of him.
Afterwards, he’s being lifted into the air as Namjoon carries him to his side of the room instead, into his clean sheets. His filthy sheets can wait until the morning.
He feels so warm being cocooned in Namjoon’s arms like this. He blinks blearily as he slowly comes back to himself, full dimples all he can see. “There you are.” Namjoon whispers, brushing his damp hair from his face. “You alright? It wasn’t too rough was it?”
Yoongi smiles dopily, shaking his head groggily. “Could’ve been more rough, actually.” He mumbles, making Namjoon bark out a laugh. “It was so good, Joon-ah.” He sighs, nuzzling into his chest.
Namjoon hugs him tightly, pressing a kiss into his hair. “It was. You’re perfect, hyung.” He whispers sincerely. “So.. That date..?”
Yoongi grins and leans up to peck his lips. “Pick me up at 8?”
“Deal.”
They fall asleep in each other’s arms, completely sated and ready to start this new chapter.
Right after Yoongi calls his doctor and changes his prescription, of course.