Mark Up My Soul 11/?
Title: Mark Up My Soul 11/?
Pairing: Yoongi/Jungkook (BTS)
Rating: Eventual NC17
Disclaimer: They are slowly taking over my soul to the point that I almost feel like I might be able to own them.
Summary: Jeon Jungkook’s soul mark is a music staff tattooed on his forearm. Every now and then a flare of pain will burn its way up his arm and another note is added. The strangest thing about the newest mark is that it isn’t a note and it isn’t black. It’s just a smudge. Of color. Mint green in the center, fading to deep blue around the edges.
Min Yoongi’s soul mark tattoo is a smudge of dark ink with faded thin lines of white scratched into it. If he squints, the scars sort of look like a music staff. When a new burst of pain manifests as a mint green music note in the darkest spot of black, Yoongi curses fate and his inability to stay away from all things cute. Because soul marks lie, and fate is a cruel bitch from hell.
A/N: This fic isn't done. I'm not sure how consistent I will be with updates
Part 11:
God, that felt good. So good, and Yoongi hadn’t laughed at him. And Yoongi liked his body, and his dick. He remembers the look on Yoongi’s face, a combination of adoration and excitement, and it makes Jungkook’s skin flush again, his body tense up, and his cock jerk a little bit. Trying to keep his breath even, Jungkook slides his hand down his body, over his flat, taut stomach, and to his dick. Even just a touch has him tensing up, biting his lip against a moan. The tip is so sensitive. He curls his hand around his balls and his dick and squeezes a little. Something wet and goopy smears on his palm, and he blushes again. He tugs on his dick until he’s hard again, his palm curled around it in just the right way. Everything is swimming a bit again, but ...
God, that felt good.
He jerks at a touch on his leg, eyes flying open to see Yoongi climb back onto the bed. Naked Yoongi, completely bare. His skin flushes and a whine fights past his lip.
Yoongi climbs over him and kisses him. He jerks when something cold touches his side, but Yoongi doesn’t let him pull away for a moment. Jungkook involuntarily tightens the grip his has on his dick, his hand pulling at himself, jerking himself off.
“You look so good touching yourself,” Yoongi says against his lip. “I want you to touch me.”
Jungkook moans and finally releases himself. Both hands land on Yoongi’s hips again, bare hips, this time, and he freezes for a moment, not nearly enough daring to slide his hands either back to his ass or forward to his dick.
“Get some water, sweetheart” Yoongi says softly and then kisses at his neck and collarbones.
“Can’t ... can’t do anything when you do that,” Jungkook mutters.
Yoongi chuckles against his shoulder. “Sorry, but not really. I can’t help it. Your skin is just that tempting.”
Yoongi pushes himself up and sits back on Jungkook’s thighs.
Jungkook looks at his face first, the same smile and look of adoration on it, and then slides his gaze down his chest and stomach. Biting his lip, Jungkook lets himself touch, over his smooth chest and down toward his belly button. He doesn’t linger on the scars, like he did last time, but just brushes his fingertips over all of him. It’s addicting to watch the way his muscles jerk and the skin pulses under his touch. But Jungkook doesn’t keep going down, not yet, just up and down and side to side. In safe areas. Though his fingers do slide over Yoongi’s nipples causing the other to breathe a little deeper.
Yoongi tilts his head back with a sigh, and Jungkook finally looks at his erection, now that Yoongi isn’t looking at him. It juts out from his body, surrounded by a thatch of black hair. Short though, like Yoongi takes some effort into keeping it under control. He’s big, but not ... Jungkook doesn’t really know how to compare except to himself and he looks at least twice as long, and definitely wider.
Biting his lip, Jungkook lets his hand fall. He doesn’t grip him, not yet, but keeps the same soft touches up and down the length of it. It jerks and Yoongi gasps. Jungkook still doesn’t look up as he finally wraps his fingers around the shaft and pulls up a little. He presses his thumb to the wide head, like he does on his own, though his thumb doesn’t almost cover the entire thing.
Yoongi moans. His erection throbs and feels even bigger in Jungkook’s hand. His thumb is suddenly slick and Jungkook swipes it up and along the ridge.
“Water,” Yoongi gasps. “You’re supposed to be getting a drink of water.”
Jungkook smiles. “Do you want me to let go to do that?”
“Fuck no.” Yoongi grabs the water bottle and pops open the top. He tilts it a little too soon and cold water drips on Jungkook’s chest. He jerks, his hand tightens its grip, and Yoongi moans a little louder, putting his other hand flat on Jungkook’s chest to use as leverage and rock his dick into Jungkook’s hand.
“Drink,” Yoongi gasps and gets the mouth of the bottle on his lips.
Jungkook takes the bottle with his other hand, and Yoongi presses both palms over his nipples. He doesn’t have to move while swallowing the cool water. Yoongi does, moving forward and back into his hand. Jungkook snaps the lid back on and tosses the bottle to the bed.
Yoongi immediately leans down for more kisses. “Tighter, grip me tighter.” The last word is more of a moan when Jungkook immediately obeys.
“I love it rough,” Yoongi growls. “Just ... rough, and you’re so fucking strong, Jungkookie, but I don’t want to hurt you or freak you out, but just ... god, that feels so good.”
Smiling, Jungkook says, “I ... I wanted you to bite me, remember?”
With a moan, Yoongi leans down and attaches his mouth to Jungkook’s shoulder. The bite is sharp at first, a quick sensation that has Jungkook moaning and his eyes shutting. It feels good though, because ... because ... he isn’t sure why. The pain simmers but doesn't stop when Yoongi sucks instead of bites. Then the pain flares again, closer to his neck, and Jungkook whines.
“Hyung, don’t ... I can’t ... I have to hide the m-marks.”
Yoongi huffs through his nose as he softens the pull of his mouth on Jungkook’s neck. When he moves again, to just below Jungkook’s collarbone, his teeth are back. Jungkook barely realizes that he’s almost squeezing Yoongi’s dick too tight. But his hips are moving, his cock slick with precome, forcing its way through the tight curl of Jungkook’s hand.
Yoongi pops off his skin with a loud slurp, and Jungkook blushes at his own whine of protest. “You must like that,” Yoongi says and slides his finger down Jungkook’s small, hard dick.
Jungkook nods. “Yeah, feels ... intense.”
“If that’s intense, then you aren’t really ready for more. Fuck, I’m not ready for more. I had no idea you were going to be here, and I don’t fucking carry lube and condoms in my wallet like a playboy.”
Jungkook bites his lip. “Check the b-bag,” he jerks his head to the black bag that Tae had left in the corner. “Tae said they’d give me stuff.”
Yoongi looks down at him for a long time, his fingers touching the bite marks and sliding down to caress his chest. Jungkook doesn’t look away from him and keeps the strokes of his hand slow and steady.
“I definitely want an orgasm tonight,” Yoongi says, “but not ... fuck, kid, Just stop for two seconds so I can think with my brain and not my dick.”
Jungkook laughs. He gives Yoongi one more squeeze before letting go and then drags his fingertips up the shaft and to the head of his bobbing erection, sliding through precome.
“Fuck,” Yoongi gasps. “This is so hard to say no to, but I think if you weren’t a virgin, if you weren’t so ... anyway, I’d already be fucking you so hard that NamJin would bar me from their apartment for life, but I can’t ... not yet.”
Jungkook bites his lip and looks away. A firm hand on his cheek, pulls his face back.
“Don’t. Don’t do that,” Yoongi says. “I want you, sweetheart. I do. Don’t you ever think I don’t. You’re cute as fuck, and you know it.”
“I’m not--”
“Hush, you are. I’m not planning on letting you out of my life at this point, so there is no need to rush anything, especially when you’re still unsure.”
“The longer I’m laying underneath you, the less unsure I am.”
Yoongi chuckles. “I know, but that’s what I want. What I expect. I want you to be relaxed and willing and calm, but that doesn’t mean that the first time we’re naked together, we have to fuck. Especially when there are so many other ways to get an orgasm. Here, trade me spots and rough me up.”
“Huh?”
Yoongi’s smile widens. “I like it rough, kid. Always remember that. I want fingerprints and bites all over my skin, and you can make them anywhere you want because I don’t have to hide them.”
It takes a little bit of time before Jungkook has the courage to move. Yoongi says nothing, just lays next to him and takes his own drink of water. He uses the cold hand to grip himself and stroke. Jungkook watches.
Yoongi’s dick is so much bigger than his, and it has Jungkook flushing. But not in embarrassment, in anticipation. He understands how gay sex works now that he’s had his talks with Taehyung and Jimin, but ... well, butts. How the hell is that going to fit inside him?
Yoongi passes him the bottle of water and he takes another drink.
“You okay, kid?”
Jungkook snorts. “I’m not really sure you should be calling me that while we’re laying in bed naked together.”
Yoongi chuckles. “Yep, you’re okay, brat.” He pulls on Jungkook’s arm. “Come on. I want an orgasm.”
“You can give yourself one,” Jungkook mutters, but is following the pull and positioning himself over Yoongi’s body. He breathes a kiss to his ribs and then licks up toward his nipple. With a moan, Yoongi keeps pulling until their lips meet. His hands start at Jungkook’s shoulders, slide into his hair and then down his back. Blunt nails scratch down his side. Jungkook’s head goes light, his body warm and moving against Yoongi’s thigh.
“Hmm, you must be a dancer,” Yoongi whispers into his mouth.
Jungkook flushes and tries to say something intelligent about that, but his body is still rolling and his lips are suddenly against Yoongi’s neck. The kisses are light at first, barely there to feel, just soft touches of wet lips.
“Come on, sweetheart, bite me. You can. I want you to bite me.”
Jungkook bites his own lip first and resettles under Yoongi’s direction. His arm is under Yoongi’s head, his leg thrown over Yoongi’s thighs.
And then Yoongi tilts his head away and his fingers tighten on Jungkook’s back and he trails his other hand up his own chest and sighs.
Jungkook swallows roughly and watches his skin flush and twitch.
“Bite me.”
Jungkook lowers his head to Yoongi’s neck and opens his mouth. He can’t, not at first, still a little nervous, but he sucks lightly, judging that the whimper from Yoongi is a good sign and not one to stop. He sucks a little harder and then Yoongi starts panting and begging for a bite. It still takes just another long moment before Jungkook gathers the courage to obey. He sucks a chunk of skin into his mouth and bites.
“Fuck yes, sweetheart. Harder. Just gnaw on me. It’s okay. Please.”
Jungkook feels the skin flutter in his mouth and obeys, biting down, sucking, almost chewing, while Yoongi writhes and whimpers somewhere below or above him. Jungkook can’t tell. He pulls aways to take gasping breaths and Yoongi’s hand goes to spot just at his collarbones.
“Here. Right here next.”
Jungkook curls his body a bit more, head swimming as his dick is pressed against Yoongi’s thigh. He can’t help but thrust against him, body rolls and whimpers as he obeys and bites under Yoongi’s collarbone. Yoongi pulls his hair and the whine out of his throat is louder.
“Another. Another one, right here.” His fingers are high on his neck. And then his shoulder, and then his chest.
Yoongi directs. Jungkook obeys.
“Harder,” Yoongi demands with Jungkook’s mouth just below his ribs. “Harder, fuck. Bite me harder.”
Jungkook does and then jerks away when Yoongi almost screams.
“Fuck,” Yoongi says and his chest is heaving.
Jungkook watches, eyes wide as red blooms around the obvious imprint of his teeth. There are red and purpling splotches all over his chest too. He covers his face with his hands and mutters an apology.
Fingertips graze his elbow and Yoongi chuckles, though the sound is winded.
“Sorry,” Jungkook whispers. “That was too hard.”
“That was perfect,” Yoongi says.
Jungkook peeks through his fingers. “Huh?”
Yoongi lifts his arms over his head and stretches, body shifting under Jungkook’s legs. “Perfect. Delicious. There is nothing more thrilling than a sharp burst of pain with pleasure. Keep going?”
“You want more?”
“There’s an awful lot of skin that you haven’t chewed up yet,” he says and runs his hand on the other side of body, pale skin free of any marks. “And I still need an orgasm. And you look like you need another one.”
Jungkook blushes and turns to hide his dick that’s hard again, and Yoongi chuckles and sits up suddenly. His arms go around Jungkook’s waist and their lips touch.
“Why are you so embarrassed?”
Jungkook moans and hides his face in Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi rubs his hands up and down Jungkook’s back, light at first, and then a little firmer.
Jungkook stiffens in his hold when Yoongi slides his hands to his ass and lightly cups and then pats each cheek.
“Such a cute butt.”
“Aish, shut up, hyung.”
Yoongi laughs and grips him tight, kneading the muscles with his fingers.
Jungkook tilts his head back, eyes shut, and moves his hips. He means to just move back into Yoongi’s hands and his long fingers, but the tip of his hard cock brushes against Yoongi’s bare hip, and he moans and pushes a bit more into his body. The rub on his sensitive skin is addicting and he does it again, and then again. His breath catches in his throat when Yoongi turns, and his harder, larger dick is pressed against Jungkook’s hip. And his stomach, and his dick.
Jungkook wants to pull away again, but Yoongi kisses him firmly and grips Jungkook’s dick and balls in one hand and squeezes. His head goes light, and he moans, swaying in the hold that doesn’t release, just tightens and loosens, until his balls tighten up.
Yoongi loosens his hold and Jungkook’s moan of disappointment turns to a whimper when he feels Yoongi suddenly against him, his finger holding Jungkook’s dick against the curve of his own dick and the rest of his hand rubbing up and down.
Jungkook loses his balance a little and Yoongi spreads his legs and keeps stroking them. Or stroking himself, that single finger is enough to keep Jungkook’s small dick pressed against his larger one. And the movement of him stroking himself is enough to make his dick slide over Jungkook’s.
“Fuck, Kookie, fuck, you are so sexy.”
And Jungkook shakes his head, because he really isn’t, but Yoongi growls at him and says it again and again, louder and louder, with his strokes speeding up and the grip on Jungkook’s ass tightening.
The world flips and spins, and Jungkook’s back lands on the soft bed and Yoongi lands on top of him, kissing him. A hand curls around his neck and then up into his hair, yanking back and Jungkook whines at the pain, but keeps kissing, keeps his mouth open with their tongues touching. Yoongi moves against him, rolling his hips and grinding down on Jungkook’s crotch. It almost hurts, having so much pressure right on his dick. And it takes too many moments for Jungkook to realize that the pressure is mostly from Yoongi’s cock, his erection sliding up and down Jungkook’s, pressing down against him with every firm thrust and curl. His legs seem to spread on their own and then his knees bend, giving Yoongi more room.
Yoongi moans into his mouth and his other hand slides down Jungkook’s thigh and to his ass to grip tight again. He digs his fingers in, and Jungkook breaks away from his mouth with a gasp. His mouth isn’t taken immediately in a kiss and the next place Jungkook feels lips is on his neck, and then teeth. Pain flares up over his skin again.
It’s too surreal, too much, too ... but his own hands are gripping Yoongi’s ass, keeping their bodies pressed together, his hips are rising to meet Yoongi’s thrusts and his entire body feels like it’s clenching and unclenching, wanting more of something, but he has no idea what he wants, or what his body wants. His stomach hurts, his head is swimming, and he’s pretty sure he’s crying again.
The words “slow down” are on the tip of his tongue, just like Yoongi said, and then his voice is stolen as the pleasure around them snaps and his body shudders. His vision goes gray and there are something like stars painting the smirking face above him, and he’s coming between them, turning the rougher rub of bodies into something more slick, dirtier and obscene.
Somewhere above him Yoongi moans, and Jungkook barely reacts when Yoongi grabs his thighs and hitches them a little higher and pulls Jungkook to him, so his ass his sitting against Yoongi’s thighs. With his knees bent and his arms just hanging there, Jungkook is spread out for him, all for him, and he whines, trying to blink and formulate any thoughts. His breath shortens.
But so does Yoongi’s and it takes another moment for him to realize that Yoongi is jerking off, stroking his cock swift and firmly, his other hand is on Jungkook’s spent dick, fondling the softening shaft with only two fingers.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines because it’s hard to think and he tries to push Yoongi’s hand away from his dick that’s too sensitive, but he just tightens his grip and grunts at him.
Jungkook throws a hand over his eyes and his body shudders, the feeling not as intense as before but enough to get him to moan really loud and splurt a few more drops of come onto his skin.
Groaning, Yoongi leans over him, suddenly and swiftly moving his arm to kiss him. And Jungkook follows, that’s all he can do, follow and hang on for the sudden ride with Yoongi’s dick pressed against his stomach again, sliding up and over the bend of his leg and over his cock, through the mess of Jungkook’s come. His body jerks kind of like Jungkook’s did, and he moans into Jungkook’s mouth. There’s a sharper thrust of his hips and then he freezes for the moment before he’s splattering his release all over Jungkook’s stomach and dick and thighs and probably the bed.
Jungkook moans and finally gets his arms to move and wraps his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders and his legs wrap up and around his body. Yoongi’s dick slips because of the movement and slides down his thigh and along his ass, leaving a strip of come and the last eager pulse along his crack, and Jungkook blushes, and Yoongi moans, slowing his thrusts, but not moving, his dick just nestled against Jungkook’s body.
He feels his body clenching, imagines Yoongi sliding into him and whines. Because fuck, that ... that ... Jungkook doesn’t know.
Is that next? Will Yoongi want that next?
“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers. “I want a shower.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen and then he laughs.
“What?”
Shaking his head, Jungkook says, “Nothing,” and kisses the crown of Yoongi’s head since he’s resting against Jungkook’s chest and doesn’t really look like he’s going to move any time soon.
Except he does. Just his hips, forward and back, sliding his wet dick against Jungkook’s cleft again. The tip slides over his hole, and Jungkook shivers.
“Fuck, sorry, sweetheart.”
Jungkook doesn’t want him to think that his shiver was from disgust, but he isn’t really sure how without ... well, without just saying it.
Yoongi’s body tenses, like he’s going to get up and Jungkook tightens his hold, arms and legs, and twists his hips in a way that makes Yoongi’s dick move again.
“I like it, don’t move ... it’s okay. It f-f-felt g-good.”
With a sigh, Yoongi relaxes and kisses the skin under his mouth. His hands start moving. Soft against Jungkook’s sides and then on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. It tickles and Jungkook laughs a little and squirms.
“Keep that up, and I'm going to want another one,” Yoongi says, the sounds muffled by Jungkook’s skin.
Jungkook huffs. “Can’t help it.”
Yoongi finally lifts his head, chin digging into Jungkook’s chest. He smiles, though his eyes are hooded.
“Are you tired, hyung?” Jungkook whispers, lifting a hand to run through Yoongi’s sweaty hair.
“A bit. I didn’t really sleep last night.”
Jungkook bites his lip. “Me neither.”
“No? I was up writing lyrics. What were you doing?”
Jungkook shuts his eyes and says, “Thinking about you.”
Lips touch his. “Ah, so we were doing the exact same thing.”
Jungkook blushes and doesn't turn away. Doesn’t try to hide. He just keeps their lips together, kissing softly until Yoongi finally moves and peels himself away from Jungkook with a grimace and a moan. “God, we’re disgusting. Let’s see if we can get up without getting come everywhere.”
Jungkook shakes his head. “Already too late. I can feel come under my thigh.”
“Probably mine.”
“Probably yours. Which means you have to change the sheets.”
Yoongi sticks out his tongue. “Brat.”
Laughing, Jungkook slides himself over to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t try to do more than sit up. He sees the bottle of water and picks it up and takes a few heavy swallows. Yoongi grunts behind him and he holds out the bottle for him to take. It’s quiet, Jungkook trying to steady his breathing, and then Yoongi sits behind, much like earlier, pressed against his side. Except this time, they’re naked and Yoongi is sticky.
“You okay?” Yoongi whispers and kisses his shoulder, on a spot that flares with pain for a moment. He’s going to have a lot of marks on his body.
“I am,” Jungkook says. “I promise I'm not just saying that either.”
Yoongi hums. His mouth stays against his skin. His fingers trail down Jungkook’s arm and to the music staff. He bypasses the mint smudge, touching the other notes and then the black lines waiting for more people to influence Jungkook’s life.
But if the last few weeks are any indication, the soul mark doesn’t always say exactly who will influence your life. Seokjin, Namjoon and Hoseok-hyungs don’t have soulmarks on his arm, but they have been almost as influential as Yoongi.
Pleasure tingles along his skin and his dick jerks almost violently.
“Middle of an orgasm and it hurts so fucking good.”
Jungkook can only imagine. “You ... you should have told me. I would have touched it.”
Yoongi shakes his head. “I don’t ... it’s strange. I don’t want to talk about it now.”
Jungkook hums and grips Yoongi’s wrist. He leans back against him to make sure that Yoongi understands that he isn’t upset and that he doesn’t have to talk about anything he doesn’t want to.
“Come on, kid, let’s get cleaned up.”
Yoongi definitely can’t see his pout, but he can probably feel it, because he says, “What?”
Jungkook blushes and mutters, “Just ... you were calling me before ...” He trails off in embarrassment.
Lips touch his ear. “Sweetheart? You like that?”
Jungkook nods, almost too quick.
“Hmm, noted. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get cleaned up.”
Jungkook bites his lip and nods. “Okay, hyung.”
--- ☼ --- ♪ --- ☼ ---
Yoongi is really careful in the shower. He knows that Jungkook is embarrassed (the color of his cheeks when Yoongi pissed right in front of him rivaled that of the marks covering Yoongi’s neck), so he goes for efficient even though he desperately wants to play with his tiny cock again and slide his fingers up and down his cleft and tease his tight entrance.
Fuck, just that small feel of him clenching against Yoongi’s dick earlier was almost enough to say fuck it and just take the kid right there.
But he knows better.
This is going to go at Jungkook’s pace. He isn’t going to be a jerk about it. He.Will.Control.Himself.
Or at least control himself better than he just did. Fuck, he’s lucky he didn’t scare the kid away with his love of pain.
He allows himself only to rub his fingers on Jungkook’s nipples, laughing at the way he blushes and tries to knock Yoongi’s hands away.
They separate once the shower is over, and Yoongi stays in the bathroom to brush his teeth and Jungkook goes back to the bedroom. Jungkook returns wearing the tight tiny purple boxers and a oversized T-shirt, and Yoongi drops his toothbrush, splattering foam everywhere.
Jungkook looks over at him, and Yoongi looks away, hastily grabbing the toothbrush from the sink and shoving it back into his mouth. He.Will.Control--
Jungkook leans close to the mirror to inspect a mark on his neck and Yoongi mentally groans and tries to shut his eyes, but he leans back instead to inspect the way those purple underwear curve just perfectly over Jungkook’s tight little ass and how his thighs are tensed up from the position.
A position easily accessible for Yoongi to step behind him, grind against his ass, or drop to his knees and lick at his fluttering entrance ... Fuck, no.
He.Will.Control.Himself
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines. “You weren’t supposed to leave marks on my neck.”
Yoongi doesn’t trust himself to say anything but, “I’m going to fuck you now,” so he just spits out his toothpaste and rinses out his mouth.
“My mother is going to kill me.”
“I’m sure Seokjin has some makeup to cover it up,” Yoongi says, his voice deeper and gruffer than he meant it to be and he sees Jungkook wince in the corner of his eyes and he shuts his eyes and sighs and then hurries to finish what he was doing.
He leaves Jungkook in the bathroom, knowing the boy is a bit hurt and confused at his tone, but he can’t help it. Not right now with his dick mostly hard again, only a little hidden by the towel. Well, not really hidden at all. And it hardens further when he sees that the kid has left him clothes on the bed.
His clothes. His boxers, a plaid pair, and another oversized T-shirt and Yoongi knows it will drown him. He curses and flings the towel over to the other side of the room and then shoves his legs into the boxers. They’re loose. The material is really soft, and even though his brain is trying to forget, his dick is very aware of the fact that it is in the same space that Jungkook’s dick has been.
He.Will.Control.Himself.
But he’s curious. About that bag. The black one that Jungkook said Taehyung packed. He sneaks a glance out in the hall and the bathroom door is still shut and the water is still running.
Yoongi picks up the bag and rifles through it. There are a literal pair of panties in there and stockings and lube and way more condoms than Yoongi has ever used in his lifetime.
And there’s also a note, which means that Jungkook has not looked in this bag, because the note says, If you do not rock Jungkook’s world and give him all the orgasms, then I will personally tear you apart and flush your pieces down my toilet.
Definitely Taehyung.
Yoongi keeps the note and shoves it into his own pants pocket. And then he hides the panties and stockings in a drawer. He no doubt would love to see Jungkook in his muscled form wear them, but not on a fucking first time. With the bag mostly empty now, he discovers a cockring and a bullet.
That kid. Really. Where did he even get all this shit?
Yoongi drops the bag with a huff and pushes it closer to where it had been to begin with. And then he isn’t sure what to do, so he sits on the edge of the bed and looks at his phone. He has about eighty messages from Taehyung, Hoseok and Seokjin.
He only replies to the last one.
JinJin-hyung:
Ugh, you two are loud. Seriously, don’t break that bed.
Yoongi:
Or finish breaking it because of the threesome a couple weeks ago?
He isn’t expecting a reply but is shocked when his phone vibrates.
JinJin-hyung
Did you ahve to remind me of that? I’d thought I’d scrubbed the memory from my retinas.
Yoongi:
ONce you’ve seen Hobi’s ass ... well, there’s no going back.
JinJin-hyung:
I can try to replace it with something more pleasurable. Don’t come investigate if Namjoonie starts begging for anything to stop. My little puppy has a safeword.
Yoongi:
I am so adding that to the list of things I never needed to know. Fuck you.
JinJin-hyung:
MWHAHAHAHAHAHA
“You okay?” Jungkook whispers.
There’s a heavy moan from somewhere else and Yoongi shivers. “Yeah, just ... Namjin are about to get loud and kinky.”
There’s a shout and Jungkook hastily shuts the door. That thankfully mutes the sound a little bit.
“I guess we’re listening to music to sleep,” Jungkook says.
Yoongi smiles. “I guess so. What do you like?”
Jungkook shifts from foot to foot and says, “Is ... is classical okay? I mean, I know you played, but didn’t ... that’s not a good part of your life, right so--”
“It’s okay,” Yoongi says. “I listen to classical music all the time. It keeps me from falling into the cookie cutter bullshit that surrounds hip-hop.”
He fiddles with his music and plays his classical playlist. The soft notes of Baldassare Galuppi’s string quartets.
Jungkook smiles, but stays where he is.
Yoongi stares at him. He’s really very cute, the T-shirt covers his crotch so it doesn’t look like he’s wearing anything underneath. He tugs down the hem, his cheeks blossoming a pink color.
“So ... um, are ...”
Yoongi gets what he’s getting at and shakes his head. “Come sleep in the bed, sweetheart.”
The pink turns to red and Jungkook whines in the back of his throat. He hastily hurries to bed and climbs in on the other side and hides under the covers. He gave Yoongi just a brief shot of his ass.
“You’re so cute,” Yoongi says and kisses the mess of hair that peeks from the top of the blanket.
Yoong gets up and turns the light off, using the brightness of his phone to lead him back to bed. He climbs under the covers and slides close to Jungkook’s warmth. Jungkook stiffens for a moment and then relaxes. He grips Yoongi’s arm, fingers unintentionally touching his soul mark and Yoongi moans at the pleasure and happiness that radiates from something that caused him more pain than love in his life.
“Sorry,” Jungkook whispers and moves his hand.
“Don’t be, sweetheart,” Yoongi whispers with lips against his neck. “It feels so good when you touch your soul mark. It’s like a burst of happiness in my soul.”
It’s quiet again for a little while and with the violins and Jungkook’s warmth, Yoongi is almost asleep when he hears a very quiet, “Hyung?”
“Hm?” Yoongi replies.
“I ... I really like you, hyung,” Jungkook whispers.
Yoongi smiles against his skin. “I really like you too, sweetheart.”
“Taehyung told all the gossiping girls that I had a girlfriend, at another school, so they’d leave me alone.”
Yoongi snorts. “And you don’t think you’re attractive?”
“They’re ... they’re mostly the ones that know they don’t have a chance with Jimin or Taehyung.”
Yoongi smiles and doesn’t say anything. Jungkook is never going to believe him, so he’ll do his best to show him how attractive he thinks Jungkook is. He’ll start now, with fingers slipping under the T-shirt and tracing the top edge of the band of the boxers.
Jungkook shivers. “Does ... does that bother you?”
“Does what bother me?”
“That people think I have a girlfriend?”
“No. Does it bother you?”
“A ... a little. But ... Tae says it’s not worth coming out. Not so close to being done with high school.”
“Taehyung is right. There’s too much shit you’re going to have to go through with your classmates and parents and teachers. It isn’t worth it. Trust me on that.”
Jungkook sighs. “I don’t like lying.”
“I know you don’t, sweetheart, but it’s only a couple months right?”
“Yeah. But I still have to lie to my parents afterwards.”
“Not telling the entire truth isn’t exactly lying.”
“You’re such a bad influence, hyung.”
Yoongi chuckles. “Not as bad as Taehyung.”
“True, but Tae doesn’t have their hand almost on my dick while we’re trying to sleep.”
“He better not,” Yoongi says with a growl and slides his palm over Jungkook’s dick and pushes down, smirking at the heavy moan from Jungkook’s throat.
“Hyung, fuck. Stop.”
Yoongi gives him a bit of a squeeze and then moves his hand, under the T-shirt, and on his chest. Jungkook’s breath stays heavy for another minute or so. Once again it’s quiet until--
“Hyung?”
“Hm?” Yoongi says, floating toward sleep.
“Thank you so much.”
“For what?”
“For ... things. Just ... so many things. Thank you.”
Yoongi smiles and kisses skin again softly. “Thank you for the same things, sweetheart.”
Jungkook squeeze his arm and shifts back a little. Yoongi tangles their legs together. And Jungkook finally relaxes.
Yoongi wonders if he’ll ever be able to sleep alone again because this is the most comfortable and relaxed he’s ever been in his life, and if he isn’t going to be in the same bed as Jungkook then he might as well just stay up all night writing song lyrics about him.
Yep. He could definitely get used to this.
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Part 12: One More Thing
Part 10: First Time For Everything
Part 9: Mint Green Softness
Part 8: Sexy Things
Part 7: Breathless
Part 6: Dancing Around
Part 5: Confessional Kisses
Part 4: Cuddles
Part 3: Selcas and Secrets
Part 2: Music and a Heart
Part 1: Mint Green Smudge
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Pairing: Yoongi/Jungkook (BTS)
Rating: Eventual NC17
Disclaimer: They are slowly taking over my soul to the point that I almost feel like I might be able to own them.
Summary: Jeon Jungkook’s soul mark is a music staff tattooed on his forearm. Every now and then a flare of pain will burn its way up his arm and another note is added. The strangest thing about the newest mark is that it isn’t a note and it isn’t black. It’s just a smudge. Of color. Mint green in the center, fading to deep blue around the edges.
Min Yoongi’s soul mark tattoo is a smudge of dark ink with faded thin lines of white scratched into it. If he squints, the scars sort of look like a music staff. When a new burst of pain manifests as a mint green music note in the darkest spot of black, Yoongi curses fate and his inability to stay away from all things cute. Because soul marks lie, and fate is a cruel bitch from hell.
A/N: This fic isn't done. I'm not sure how consistent I will be with updates
Part 11:
God, that felt good. So good, and Yoongi hadn’t laughed at him. And Yoongi liked his body, and his dick. He remembers the look on Yoongi’s face, a combination of adoration and excitement, and it makes Jungkook’s skin flush again, his body tense up, and his cock jerk a little bit. Trying to keep his breath even, Jungkook slides his hand down his body, over his flat, taut stomach, and to his dick. Even just a touch has him tensing up, biting his lip against a moan. The tip is so sensitive. He curls his hand around his balls and his dick and squeezes a little. Something wet and goopy smears on his palm, and he blushes again. He tugs on his dick until he’s hard again, his palm curled around it in just the right way. Everything is swimming a bit again, but ...
God, that felt good.
He jerks at a touch on his leg, eyes flying open to see Yoongi climb back onto the bed. Naked Yoongi, completely bare. His skin flushes and a whine fights past his lip.
Yoongi climbs over him and kisses him. He jerks when something cold touches his side, but Yoongi doesn’t let him pull away for a moment. Jungkook involuntarily tightens the grip his has on his dick, his hand pulling at himself, jerking himself off.
“You look so good touching yourself,” Yoongi says against his lip. “I want you to touch me.”
Jungkook moans and finally releases himself. Both hands land on Yoongi’s hips again, bare hips, this time, and he freezes for a moment, not nearly enough daring to slide his hands either back to his ass or forward to his dick.
“Get some water, sweetheart” Yoongi says softly and then kisses at his neck and collarbones.
“Can’t ... can’t do anything when you do that,” Jungkook mutters.
Yoongi chuckles against his shoulder. “Sorry, but not really. I can’t help it. Your skin is just that tempting.”
Yoongi pushes himself up and sits back on Jungkook’s thighs.
Jungkook looks at his face first, the same smile and look of adoration on it, and then slides his gaze down his chest and stomach. Biting his lip, Jungkook lets himself touch, over his smooth chest and down toward his belly button. He doesn’t linger on the scars, like he did last time, but just brushes his fingertips over all of him. It’s addicting to watch the way his muscles jerk and the skin pulses under his touch. But Jungkook doesn’t keep going down, not yet, just up and down and side to side. In safe areas. Though his fingers do slide over Yoongi’s nipples causing the other to breathe a little deeper.
Yoongi tilts his head back with a sigh, and Jungkook finally looks at his erection, now that Yoongi isn’t looking at him. It juts out from his body, surrounded by a thatch of black hair. Short though, like Yoongi takes some effort into keeping it under control. He’s big, but not ... Jungkook doesn’t really know how to compare except to himself and he looks at least twice as long, and definitely wider.
Biting his lip, Jungkook lets his hand fall. He doesn’t grip him, not yet, but keeps the same soft touches up and down the length of it. It jerks and Yoongi gasps. Jungkook still doesn’t look up as he finally wraps his fingers around the shaft and pulls up a little. He presses his thumb to the wide head, like he does on his own, though his thumb doesn’t almost cover the entire thing.
Yoongi moans. His erection throbs and feels even bigger in Jungkook’s hand. His thumb is suddenly slick and Jungkook swipes it up and along the ridge.
“Water,” Yoongi gasps. “You’re supposed to be getting a drink of water.”
Jungkook smiles. “Do you want me to let go to do that?”
“Fuck no.” Yoongi grabs the water bottle and pops open the top. He tilts it a little too soon and cold water drips on Jungkook’s chest. He jerks, his hand tightens its grip, and Yoongi moans a little louder, putting his other hand flat on Jungkook’s chest to use as leverage and rock his dick into Jungkook’s hand.
“Drink,” Yoongi gasps and gets the mouth of the bottle on his lips.
Jungkook takes the bottle with his other hand, and Yoongi presses both palms over his nipples. He doesn’t have to move while swallowing the cool water. Yoongi does, moving forward and back into his hand. Jungkook snaps the lid back on and tosses the bottle to the bed.
Yoongi immediately leans down for more kisses. “Tighter, grip me tighter.” The last word is more of a moan when Jungkook immediately obeys.
“I love it rough,” Yoongi growls. “Just ... rough, and you’re so fucking strong, Jungkookie, but I don’t want to hurt you or freak you out, but just ... god, that feels so good.”
Smiling, Jungkook says, “I ... I wanted you to bite me, remember?”
With a moan, Yoongi leans down and attaches his mouth to Jungkook’s shoulder. The bite is sharp at first, a quick sensation that has Jungkook moaning and his eyes shutting. It feels good though, because ... because ... he isn’t sure why. The pain simmers but doesn't stop when Yoongi sucks instead of bites. Then the pain flares again, closer to his neck, and Jungkook whines.
“Hyung, don’t ... I can’t ... I have to hide the m-marks.”
Yoongi huffs through his nose as he softens the pull of his mouth on Jungkook’s neck. When he moves again, to just below Jungkook’s collarbone, his teeth are back. Jungkook barely realizes that he’s almost squeezing Yoongi’s dick too tight. But his hips are moving, his cock slick with precome, forcing its way through the tight curl of Jungkook’s hand.
Yoongi pops off his skin with a loud slurp, and Jungkook blushes at his own whine of protest. “You must like that,” Yoongi says and slides his finger down Jungkook’s small, hard dick.
Jungkook nods. “Yeah, feels ... intense.”
“If that’s intense, then you aren’t really ready for more. Fuck, I’m not ready for more. I had no idea you were going to be here, and I don’t fucking carry lube and condoms in my wallet like a playboy.”
Jungkook bites his lip. “Check the b-bag,” he jerks his head to the black bag that Tae had left in the corner. “Tae said they’d give me stuff.”
Yoongi looks down at him for a long time, his fingers touching the bite marks and sliding down to caress his chest. Jungkook doesn’t look away from him and keeps the strokes of his hand slow and steady.
“I definitely want an orgasm tonight,” Yoongi says, “but not ... fuck, kid, Just stop for two seconds so I can think with my brain and not my dick.”
Jungkook laughs. He gives Yoongi one more squeeze before letting go and then drags his fingertips up the shaft and to the head of his bobbing erection, sliding through precome.
“Fuck,” Yoongi gasps. “This is so hard to say no to, but I think if you weren’t a virgin, if you weren’t so ... anyway, I’d already be fucking you so hard that NamJin would bar me from their apartment for life, but I can’t ... not yet.”
Jungkook bites his lip and looks away. A firm hand on his cheek, pulls his face back.
“Don’t. Don’t do that,” Yoongi says. “I want you, sweetheart. I do. Don’t you ever think I don’t. You’re cute as fuck, and you know it.”
“I’m not--”
“Hush, you are. I’m not planning on letting you out of my life at this point, so there is no need to rush anything, especially when you’re still unsure.”
“The longer I’m laying underneath you, the less unsure I am.”
Yoongi chuckles. “I know, but that’s what I want. What I expect. I want you to be relaxed and willing and calm, but that doesn’t mean that the first time we’re naked together, we have to fuck. Especially when there are so many other ways to get an orgasm. Here, trade me spots and rough me up.”
“Huh?”
Yoongi’s smile widens. “I like it rough, kid. Always remember that. I want fingerprints and bites all over my skin, and you can make them anywhere you want because I don’t have to hide them.”
It takes a little bit of time before Jungkook has the courage to move. Yoongi says nothing, just lays next to him and takes his own drink of water. He uses the cold hand to grip himself and stroke. Jungkook watches.
Yoongi’s dick is so much bigger than his, and it has Jungkook flushing. But not in embarrassment, in anticipation. He understands how gay sex works now that he’s had his talks with Taehyung and Jimin, but ... well, butts. How the hell is that going to fit inside him?
Yoongi passes him the bottle of water and he takes another drink.
“You okay, kid?”
Jungkook snorts. “I’m not really sure you should be calling me that while we’re laying in bed naked together.”
Yoongi chuckles. “Yep, you’re okay, brat.” He pulls on Jungkook’s arm. “Come on. I want an orgasm.”
“You can give yourself one,” Jungkook mutters, but is following the pull and positioning himself over Yoongi’s body. He breathes a kiss to his ribs and then licks up toward his nipple. With a moan, Yoongi keeps pulling until their lips meet. His hands start at Jungkook’s shoulders, slide into his hair and then down his back. Blunt nails scratch down his side. Jungkook’s head goes light, his body warm and moving against Yoongi’s thigh.
“Hmm, you must be a dancer,” Yoongi whispers into his mouth.
Jungkook flushes and tries to say something intelligent about that, but his body is still rolling and his lips are suddenly against Yoongi’s neck. The kisses are light at first, barely there to feel, just soft touches of wet lips.
“Come on, sweetheart, bite me. You can. I want you to bite me.”
Jungkook bites his own lip first and resettles under Yoongi’s direction. His arm is under Yoongi’s head, his leg thrown over Yoongi’s thighs.
And then Yoongi tilts his head away and his fingers tighten on Jungkook’s back and he trails his other hand up his own chest and sighs.
Jungkook swallows roughly and watches his skin flush and twitch.
“Bite me.”
Jungkook lowers his head to Yoongi’s neck and opens his mouth. He can’t, not at first, still a little nervous, but he sucks lightly, judging that the whimper from Yoongi is a good sign and not one to stop. He sucks a little harder and then Yoongi starts panting and begging for a bite. It still takes just another long moment before Jungkook gathers the courage to obey. He sucks a chunk of skin into his mouth and bites.
“Fuck yes, sweetheart. Harder. Just gnaw on me. It’s okay. Please.”
Jungkook feels the skin flutter in his mouth and obeys, biting down, sucking, almost chewing, while Yoongi writhes and whimpers somewhere below or above him. Jungkook can’t tell. He pulls aways to take gasping breaths and Yoongi’s hand goes to spot just at his collarbones.
“Here. Right here next.”
Jungkook curls his body a bit more, head swimming as his dick is pressed against Yoongi’s thigh. He can’t help but thrust against him, body rolls and whimpers as he obeys and bites under Yoongi’s collarbone. Yoongi pulls his hair and the whine out of his throat is louder.
“Another. Another one, right here.” His fingers are high on his neck. And then his shoulder, and then his chest.
Yoongi directs. Jungkook obeys.
“Harder,” Yoongi demands with Jungkook’s mouth just below his ribs. “Harder, fuck. Bite me harder.”
Jungkook does and then jerks away when Yoongi almost screams.
“Fuck,” Yoongi says and his chest is heaving.
Jungkook watches, eyes wide as red blooms around the obvious imprint of his teeth. There are red and purpling splotches all over his chest too. He covers his face with his hands and mutters an apology.
Fingertips graze his elbow and Yoongi chuckles, though the sound is winded.
“Sorry,” Jungkook whispers. “That was too hard.”
“That was perfect,” Yoongi says.
Jungkook peeks through his fingers. “Huh?”
Yoongi lifts his arms over his head and stretches, body shifting under Jungkook’s legs. “Perfect. Delicious. There is nothing more thrilling than a sharp burst of pain with pleasure. Keep going?”
“You want more?”
“There’s an awful lot of skin that you haven’t chewed up yet,” he says and runs his hand on the other side of body, pale skin free of any marks. “And I still need an orgasm. And you look like you need another one.”
Jungkook blushes and turns to hide his dick that’s hard again, and Yoongi chuckles and sits up suddenly. His arms go around Jungkook’s waist and their lips touch.
“Why are you so embarrassed?”
Jungkook moans and hides his face in Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi rubs his hands up and down Jungkook’s back, light at first, and then a little firmer.
Jungkook stiffens in his hold when Yoongi slides his hands to his ass and lightly cups and then pats each cheek.
“Such a cute butt.”
“Aish, shut up, hyung.”
Yoongi laughs and grips him tight, kneading the muscles with his fingers.
Jungkook tilts his head back, eyes shut, and moves his hips. He means to just move back into Yoongi’s hands and his long fingers, but the tip of his hard cock brushes against Yoongi’s bare hip, and he moans and pushes a bit more into his body. The rub on his sensitive skin is addicting and he does it again, and then again. His breath catches in his throat when Yoongi turns, and his harder, larger dick is pressed against Jungkook’s hip. And his stomach, and his dick.
Jungkook wants to pull away again, but Yoongi kisses him firmly and grips Jungkook’s dick and balls in one hand and squeezes. His head goes light, and he moans, swaying in the hold that doesn’t release, just tightens and loosens, until his balls tighten up.
Yoongi loosens his hold and Jungkook’s moan of disappointment turns to a whimper when he feels Yoongi suddenly against him, his finger holding Jungkook’s dick against the curve of his own dick and the rest of his hand rubbing up and down.
Jungkook loses his balance a little and Yoongi spreads his legs and keeps stroking them. Or stroking himself, that single finger is enough to keep Jungkook’s small dick pressed against his larger one. And the movement of him stroking himself is enough to make his dick slide over Jungkook’s.
“Fuck, Kookie, fuck, you are so sexy.”
And Jungkook shakes his head, because he really isn’t, but Yoongi growls at him and says it again and again, louder and louder, with his strokes speeding up and the grip on Jungkook’s ass tightening.
The world flips and spins, and Jungkook’s back lands on the soft bed and Yoongi lands on top of him, kissing him. A hand curls around his neck and then up into his hair, yanking back and Jungkook whines at the pain, but keeps kissing, keeps his mouth open with their tongues touching. Yoongi moves against him, rolling his hips and grinding down on Jungkook’s crotch. It almost hurts, having so much pressure right on his dick. And it takes too many moments for Jungkook to realize that the pressure is mostly from Yoongi’s cock, his erection sliding up and down Jungkook’s, pressing down against him with every firm thrust and curl. His legs seem to spread on their own and then his knees bend, giving Yoongi more room.
Yoongi moans into his mouth and his other hand slides down Jungkook’s thigh and to his ass to grip tight again. He digs his fingers in, and Jungkook breaks away from his mouth with a gasp. His mouth isn’t taken immediately in a kiss and the next place Jungkook feels lips is on his neck, and then teeth. Pain flares up over his skin again.
It’s too surreal, too much, too ... but his own hands are gripping Yoongi’s ass, keeping their bodies pressed together, his hips are rising to meet Yoongi’s thrusts and his entire body feels like it’s clenching and unclenching, wanting more of something, but he has no idea what he wants, or what his body wants. His stomach hurts, his head is swimming, and he’s pretty sure he’s crying again.
The words “slow down” are on the tip of his tongue, just like Yoongi said, and then his voice is stolen as the pleasure around them snaps and his body shudders. His vision goes gray and there are something like stars painting the smirking face above him, and he’s coming between them, turning the rougher rub of bodies into something more slick, dirtier and obscene.
Somewhere above him Yoongi moans, and Jungkook barely reacts when Yoongi grabs his thighs and hitches them a little higher and pulls Jungkook to him, so his ass his sitting against Yoongi’s thighs. With his knees bent and his arms just hanging there, Jungkook is spread out for him, all for him, and he whines, trying to blink and formulate any thoughts. His breath shortens.
But so does Yoongi’s and it takes another moment for him to realize that Yoongi is jerking off, stroking his cock swift and firmly, his other hand is on Jungkook’s spent dick, fondling the softening shaft with only two fingers.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines because it’s hard to think and he tries to push Yoongi’s hand away from his dick that’s too sensitive, but he just tightens his grip and grunts at him.
Jungkook throws a hand over his eyes and his body shudders, the feeling not as intense as before but enough to get him to moan really loud and splurt a few more drops of come onto his skin.
Groaning, Yoongi leans over him, suddenly and swiftly moving his arm to kiss him. And Jungkook follows, that’s all he can do, follow and hang on for the sudden ride with Yoongi’s dick pressed against his stomach again, sliding up and over the bend of his leg and over his cock, through the mess of Jungkook’s come. His body jerks kind of like Jungkook’s did, and he moans into Jungkook’s mouth. There’s a sharper thrust of his hips and then he freezes for the moment before he’s splattering his release all over Jungkook’s stomach and dick and thighs and probably the bed.
Jungkook moans and finally gets his arms to move and wraps his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders and his legs wrap up and around his body. Yoongi’s dick slips because of the movement and slides down his thigh and along his ass, leaving a strip of come and the last eager pulse along his crack, and Jungkook blushes, and Yoongi moans, slowing his thrusts, but not moving, his dick just nestled against Jungkook’s body.
He feels his body clenching, imagines Yoongi sliding into him and whines. Because fuck, that ... that ... Jungkook doesn’t know.
Is that next? Will Yoongi want that next?
“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers. “I want a shower.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen and then he laughs.
“What?”
Shaking his head, Jungkook says, “Nothing,” and kisses the crown of Yoongi’s head since he’s resting against Jungkook’s chest and doesn’t really look like he’s going to move any time soon.
Except he does. Just his hips, forward and back, sliding his wet dick against Jungkook’s cleft again. The tip slides over his hole, and Jungkook shivers.
“Fuck, sorry, sweetheart.”
Jungkook doesn’t want him to think that his shiver was from disgust, but he isn’t really sure how without ... well, without just saying it.
Yoongi’s body tenses, like he’s going to get up and Jungkook tightens his hold, arms and legs, and twists his hips in a way that makes Yoongi’s dick move again.
“I like it, don’t move ... it’s okay. It f-f-felt g-good.”
With a sigh, Yoongi relaxes and kisses the skin under his mouth. His hands start moving. Soft against Jungkook’s sides and then on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. It tickles and Jungkook laughs a little and squirms.
“Keep that up, and I'm going to want another one,” Yoongi says, the sounds muffled by Jungkook’s skin.
Jungkook huffs. “Can’t help it.”
Yoongi finally lifts his head, chin digging into Jungkook’s chest. He smiles, though his eyes are hooded.
“Are you tired, hyung?” Jungkook whispers, lifting a hand to run through Yoongi’s sweaty hair.
“A bit. I didn’t really sleep last night.”
Jungkook bites his lip. “Me neither.”
“No? I was up writing lyrics. What were you doing?”
Jungkook shuts his eyes and says, “Thinking about you.”
Lips touch his. “Ah, so we were doing the exact same thing.”
Jungkook blushes and doesn't turn away. Doesn’t try to hide. He just keeps their lips together, kissing softly until Yoongi finally moves and peels himself away from Jungkook with a grimace and a moan. “God, we’re disgusting. Let’s see if we can get up without getting come everywhere.”
Jungkook shakes his head. “Already too late. I can feel come under my thigh.”
“Probably mine.”
“Probably yours. Which means you have to change the sheets.”
Yoongi sticks out his tongue. “Brat.”
Laughing, Jungkook slides himself over to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t try to do more than sit up. He sees the bottle of water and picks it up and takes a few heavy swallows. Yoongi grunts behind him and he holds out the bottle for him to take. It’s quiet, Jungkook trying to steady his breathing, and then Yoongi sits behind, much like earlier, pressed against his side. Except this time, they’re naked and Yoongi is sticky.
“You okay?” Yoongi whispers and kisses his shoulder, on a spot that flares with pain for a moment. He’s going to have a lot of marks on his body.
“I am,” Jungkook says. “I promise I'm not just saying that either.”
Yoongi hums. His mouth stays against his skin. His fingers trail down Jungkook’s arm and to the music staff. He bypasses the mint smudge, touching the other notes and then the black lines waiting for more people to influence Jungkook’s life.
But if the last few weeks are any indication, the soul mark doesn’t always say exactly who will influence your life. Seokjin, Namjoon and Hoseok-hyungs don’t have soulmarks on his arm, but they have been almost as influential as Yoongi.
Pleasure tingles along his skin and his dick jerks almost violently.
“Middle of an orgasm and it hurts so fucking good.”
Jungkook can only imagine. “You ... you should have told me. I would have touched it.”
Yoongi shakes his head. “I don’t ... it’s strange. I don’t want to talk about it now.”
Jungkook hums and grips Yoongi’s wrist. He leans back against him to make sure that Yoongi understands that he isn’t upset and that he doesn’t have to talk about anything he doesn’t want to.
“Come on, kid, let’s get cleaned up.”
Yoongi definitely can’t see his pout, but he can probably feel it, because he says, “What?”
Jungkook blushes and mutters, “Just ... you were calling me before ...” He trails off in embarrassment.
Lips touch his ear. “Sweetheart? You like that?”
Jungkook nods, almost too quick.
“Hmm, noted. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get cleaned up.”
Jungkook bites his lip and nods. “Okay, hyung.”
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Yoongi is really careful in the shower. He knows that Jungkook is embarrassed (the color of his cheeks when Yoongi pissed right in front of him rivaled that of the marks covering Yoongi’s neck), so he goes for efficient even though he desperately wants to play with his tiny cock again and slide his fingers up and down his cleft and tease his tight entrance.
Fuck, just that small feel of him clenching against Yoongi’s dick earlier was almost enough to say fuck it and just take the kid right there.
But he knows better.
This is going to go at Jungkook’s pace. He isn’t going to be a jerk about it. He.Will.Control.Himself.
Or at least control himself better than he just did. Fuck, he’s lucky he didn’t scare the kid away with his love of pain.
He allows himself only to rub his fingers on Jungkook’s nipples, laughing at the way he blushes and tries to knock Yoongi’s hands away.
They separate once the shower is over, and Yoongi stays in the bathroom to brush his teeth and Jungkook goes back to the bedroom. Jungkook returns wearing the tight tiny purple boxers and a oversized T-shirt, and Yoongi drops his toothbrush, splattering foam everywhere.
Jungkook looks over at him, and Yoongi looks away, hastily grabbing the toothbrush from the sink and shoving it back into his mouth. He.Will.Control--
Jungkook leans close to the mirror to inspect a mark on his neck and Yoongi mentally groans and tries to shut his eyes, but he leans back instead to inspect the way those purple underwear curve just perfectly over Jungkook’s tight little ass and how his thighs are tensed up from the position.
A position easily accessible for Yoongi to step behind him, grind against his ass, or drop to his knees and lick at his fluttering entrance ... Fuck, no.
He.Will.Control.Himself
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines. “You weren’t supposed to leave marks on my neck.”
Yoongi doesn’t trust himself to say anything but, “I’m going to fuck you now,” so he just spits out his toothpaste and rinses out his mouth.
“My mother is going to kill me.”
“I’m sure Seokjin has some makeup to cover it up,” Yoongi says, his voice deeper and gruffer than he meant it to be and he sees Jungkook wince in the corner of his eyes and he shuts his eyes and sighs and then hurries to finish what he was doing.
He leaves Jungkook in the bathroom, knowing the boy is a bit hurt and confused at his tone, but he can’t help it. Not right now with his dick mostly hard again, only a little hidden by the towel. Well, not really hidden at all. And it hardens further when he sees that the kid has left him clothes on the bed.
His clothes. His boxers, a plaid pair, and another oversized T-shirt and Yoongi knows it will drown him. He curses and flings the towel over to the other side of the room and then shoves his legs into the boxers. They’re loose. The material is really soft, and even though his brain is trying to forget, his dick is very aware of the fact that it is in the same space that Jungkook’s dick has been.
He.Will.Control.Himself.
But he’s curious. About that bag. The black one that Jungkook said Taehyung packed. He sneaks a glance out in the hall and the bathroom door is still shut and the water is still running.
Yoongi picks up the bag and rifles through it. There are a literal pair of panties in there and stockings and lube and way more condoms than Yoongi has ever used in his lifetime.
And there’s also a note, which means that Jungkook has not looked in this bag, because the note says, If you do not rock Jungkook’s world and give him all the orgasms, then I will personally tear you apart and flush your pieces down my toilet.
Definitely Taehyung.
Yoongi keeps the note and shoves it into his own pants pocket. And then he hides the panties and stockings in a drawer. He no doubt would love to see Jungkook in his muscled form wear them, but not on a fucking first time. With the bag mostly empty now, he discovers a cockring and a bullet.
That kid. Really. Where did he even get all this shit?
Yoongi drops the bag with a huff and pushes it closer to where it had been to begin with. And then he isn’t sure what to do, so he sits on the edge of the bed and looks at his phone. He has about eighty messages from Taehyung, Hoseok and Seokjin.
He only replies to the last one.
JinJin-hyung:
Ugh, you two are loud. Seriously, don’t break that bed.
Yoongi:
Or finish breaking it because of the threesome a couple weeks ago?
He isn’t expecting a reply but is shocked when his phone vibrates.
JinJin-hyung
Did you ahve to remind me of that? I’d thought I’d scrubbed the memory from my retinas.
Yoongi:
ONce you’ve seen Hobi’s ass ... well, there’s no going back.
JinJin-hyung:
I can try to replace it with something more pleasurable. Don’t come investigate if Namjoonie starts begging for anything to stop. My little puppy has a safeword.
Yoongi:
I am so adding that to the list of things I never needed to know. Fuck you.
JinJin-hyung:
MWHAHAHAHAHAHA
“You okay?” Jungkook whispers.
There’s a heavy moan from somewhere else and Yoongi shivers. “Yeah, just ... Namjin are about to get loud and kinky.”
There’s a shout and Jungkook hastily shuts the door. That thankfully mutes the sound a little bit.
“I guess we’re listening to music to sleep,” Jungkook says.
Yoongi smiles. “I guess so. What do you like?”
Jungkook shifts from foot to foot and says, “Is ... is classical okay? I mean, I know you played, but didn’t ... that’s not a good part of your life, right so--”
“It’s okay,” Yoongi says. “I listen to classical music all the time. It keeps me from falling into the cookie cutter bullshit that surrounds hip-hop.”
He fiddles with his music and plays his classical playlist. The soft notes of Baldassare Galuppi’s string quartets.
Jungkook smiles, but stays where he is.
Yoongi stares at him. He’s really very cute, the T-shirt covers his crotch so it doesn’t look like he’s wearing anything underneath. He tugs down the hem, his cheeks blossoming a pink color.
“So ... um, are ...”
Yoongi gets what he’s getting at and shakes his head. “Come sleep in the bed, sweetheart.”
The pink turns to red and Jungkook whines in the back of his throat. He hastily hurries to bed and climbs in on the other side and hides under the covers. He gave Yoongi just a brief shot of his ass.
“You’re so cute,” Yoongi says and kisses the mess of hair that peeks from the top of the blanket.
Yoong gets up and turns the light off, using the brightness of his phone to lead him back to bed. He climbs under the covers and slides close to Jungkook’s warmth. Jungkook stiffens for a moment and then relaxes. He grips Yoongi’s arm, fingers unintentionally touching his soul mark and Yoongi moans at the pleasure and happiness that radiates from something that caused him more pain than love in his life.
“Sorry,” Jungkook whispers and moves his hand.
“Don’t be, sweetheart,” Yoongi whispers with lips against his neck. “It feels so good when you touch your soul mark. It’s like a burst of happiness in my soul.”
It’s quiet again for a little while and with the violins and Jungkook’s warmth, Yoongi is almost asleep when he hears a very quiet, “Hyung?”
“Hm?” Yoongi replies.
“I ... I really like you, hyung,” Jungkook whispers.
Yoongi smiles against his skin. “I really like you too, sweetheart.”
“Taehyung told all the gossiping girls that I had a girlfriend, at another school, so they’d leave me alone.”
Yoongi snorts. “And you don’t think you’re attractive?”
“They’re ... they’re mostly the ones that know they don’t have a chance with Jimin or Taehyung.”
Yoongi smiles and doesn’t say anything. Jungkook is never going to believe him, so he’ll do his best to show him how attractive he thinks Jungkook is. He’ll start now, with fingers slipping under the T-shirt and tracing the top edge of the band of the boxers.
Jungkook shivers. “Does ... does that bother you?”
“Does what bother me?”
“That people think I have a girlfriend?”
“No. Does it bother you?”
“A ... a little. But ... Tae says it’s not worth coming out. Not so close to being done with high school.”
“Taehyung is right. There’s too much shit you’re going to have to go through with your classmates and parents and teachers. It isn’t worth it. Trust me on that.”
Jungkook sighs. “I don’t like lying.”
“I know you don’t, sweetheart, but it’s only a couple months right?”
“Yeah. But I still have to lie to my parents afterwards.”
“Not telling the entire truth isn’t exactly lying.”
“You’re such a bad influence, hyung.”
Yoongi chuckles. “Not as bad as Taehyung.”
“True, but Tae doesn’t have their hand almost on my dick while we’re trying to sleep.”
“He better not,” Yoongi says with a growl and slides his palm over Jungkook’s dick and pushes down, smirking at the heavy moan from Jungkook’s throat.
“Hyung, fuck. Stop.”
Yoongi gives him a bit of a squeeze and then moves his hand, under the T-shirt, and on his chest. Jungkook’s breath stays heavy for another minute or so. Once again it’s quiet until--
“Hyung?”
“Hm?” Yoongi says, floating toward sleep.
“Thank you so much.”
“For what?”
“For ... things. Just ... so many things. Thank you.”
Yoongi smiles and kisses skin again softly. “Thank you for the same things, sweetheart.”
Jungkook squeeze his arm and shifts back a little. Yoongi tangles their legs together. And Jungkook finally relaxes.
Yoongi wonders if he’ll ever be able to sleep alone again because this is the most comfortable and relaxed he’s ever been in his life, and if he isn’t going to be in the same bed as Jungkook then he might as well just stay up all night writing song lyrics about him.
Yep. He could definitely get used to this.
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Part 12: One More Thing
Part 10: First Time For Everything
Part 9: Mint Green Softness
Part 8: Sexy Things
Part 7: Breathless
Part 6: Dancing Around
Part 5: Confessional Kisses
Part 4: Cuddles
Part 3: Selcas and Secrets
Part 2: Music and a Heart
Part 1: Mint Green Smudge
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