You Want Me (Have Me)
Title: You Want Me (Have Me)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sugakookie w/ side Yoontae and namjin
Summary: Yoongi let's out a secret that ruins his chances of avoiding Jeon Jungkook and his sexual advances.
Yoongi should have never, never, told his friends, drunkenly, that he was a bottom. It was the biggest mistake of his existence, and for one major reason.
Jeon Jungkook.
They were in college, and Jungkook was barely legal. He'd known the other ever since highschool, and that was because of their mutual friend group. Aka his best friend, Namjoon, getting a boyfriend named Seokjin, the official mom of Jungkook's friend group. Those two have been going strong ever since then, so their fate to be friends were sealed.
Yoongi had also had a short fling with Taehyung, originally in Seokjin's friend group and best friends with both Jimin and Jungkook, and the whole friend group knew that story. Or at least, Yoongi thought they did. Apparently, Taehyung had done him the biggest favor. He'd never told anyone that he'd been the one to fuck Yoongi, and really had no intention until Yoongi blurted it out himself.
It'd started with a bottle of Soju, as did most of Yoongi's embarrassing moments, and things had been fine until Namjoon had drunkenly asked why Yoongi and Taehyung never became a couple. Yoongi had been on his back, and at the time he hadn't noticed how Jungkook, the only one not drinking, seemed to be very interested in his answer as well.
Yoongj had smirked, holding up the bottle and waving it around for a moment.
"Well, as good as he was. I think.." He dragged out the word, before he rolled over onto his stomach and gave Taehyung a teasing grin. "It was because Taehyungs dick was too small for me." Taehyung had gasped, covering his crotch mockingly and pretending to be insulted. Taehyung was actually a rather decent size, but they both agreed it wasn't meant to be.
"But why would that matter if you're-" Seokjin had started, before his eyes widened. He sat straight up, moving from where he had curled up into Namjoon. "Wait, Yoongi are you saying that-" He had been speaking quietly and calmly, seeming to have sobered right up.
"I'm a bottom? Yep." Yoongi finished for him, and all of his friends stared at him as if they were looking at him for the first time.
Things had been hell since that moment.
Seokjin was constantly trying to set him up, Hoseok started laughing the moment someone brought it up and wouldn't stop until tears were coming from his eyes, Taehyung seemed far too smug now, Namjoon was mostly the same but blushed whenever he talked about a one night stand, and Jimin kept on trying to introduce him to the kinkier side of sex.
However, Jungkook was the absolutely worst out of all of them.
What had been a small and harmless crush, turned into Jungkook pursuing Yoongi every chance he got. The little shit never wasted any of them either. Yoongi had gotten letters, roses, gifts, and a desperate Jungkook proclaiming his love for him in front of everyone. If he didn't stop soon, Yoongi thought that he might explode.
The worst part of it was that he knew that Jungkook didn't just want an innocent little relationship, no matter how many times Seokjin said 'his baby' couldn't have desires like that yet. But Yoongi knew.
They'd all been at Jimin's, Taehyung's, and Jungkook's shared apartment, Yoongi never asked how they got the money for it, and he'd heard and saw something he would never forget.
Yoongi simply wanted to return the handcuffs Jimin had not so subtly left him, when he'd heard something coming from the bathroom. When he'd heard a moan, he assumed it was just Taehyung throwing up the enormous amount of alcohol he tended to consume, but one look inside and he knew it was not that.
He'd seen Jungkook masturbate, and he'd been whispering Yoongi's name. His cheeks had gotten so red that it was a surprise there was any blood left to head down to his dick, but there was. Yoongi had dashed out of that apartment so fast, even with the handcuffs still in hand and a half hard dick. He'd mistakenly slammed the door after him, and Jungkook only got worse after that.
The innocent and love-sick gestures turned seductive, Jungkook probably thinking that he could seduce Yoongi into being his. The problem was that he was right.
Jungkook was not 'Baby Kookie' anymore, and Seokjin's attempts to reverse puberty were not successful. Jungkook's jaw became more defined and he lost his baby fat, he grew into his features, and learned with a few tips from Jimin on how to properly style his hair. Puberty had hit their maknae like a freight train.
It had been exactly a week after that little mishap when Jungkook finally succeeded.
It was spring break, and who knew that all it would take to wear Yoongi down was for Jungkook to prance around shirtless at the pool with the rest of the group. Well, Yoongi was the only one still wearing a shirt.
He was confident in his body, sure, but that didn't mean he needed his pale skin burning the second it was touched by the sunlight.
"Hyung." Jungkook said softly, his fingers grazing by Yoongi's hand when he saw that the elder had no intention of removing his clothes. Yoongi gulped. "Why are you keeping that on? You have such pretty skin, you should show it." Jungkook said, and the compliment was actually quite mild compared to what Yoongi was used to. But the little quirk of his lips when Yoongi looked at him made him think twice about accepting it.
"I'd rather keep it on." Yoongi responded, trying to keep his gaze from wavering as he looked his junior in the eye.
"Suit yourself." Jungkook said, and proceeded to strip as he walked ahead. Yoongi first saw his back muscles moving, and then Jungkook's chest when he turned to wave at a screaming Taehyung.
Oh fuck.
That kid really was muscular, but not too much. He had just as much muscle as Yoongi liked, and the smile he gave him made his heart flutter for the first time in a long time.
Yoongi knew he was screwed.
Namjoon had been the one to convince him to come into the water with the rest of them, even though he was very happy under his umbrella as he sat in one of the pool chairs. It was less convinced, and more Namjoon picking him up and throwing him into the water.
He'd swiped his hair out of his face, glaring daggers at his smug face. His glare faded when he felt arms around his waist, and someone pull him back against a firm chest. He turned his face, mentally groaning when he saw Jungkook and his bunny-like teeth as he grinned. Jungkook hugged him closer, resting his chin on Yoongi's shoulder. He didn't say anything, and Yoongi was at least thankful for that. He let Jungkook tug him towards the rest of the group, minding how he didn't really mind having Jungkook hold him. This was dangerous, and he didn't need to be putting thoughts into Jungkooks head. But he was so warm in the cold water, so Yoongi found himself actually pressing back into the hold.
He didn't need to look to know that Jungkook had a stupidly, happy smile on his face.
The rest of their time in the pool went that way, before they finally decided to head back to their rooms. Yoongi remembered being roomed with Hoseok, but that's not who was laying on the bed next to Yoongi's. Yoongi cursed the day Hoseok was born, and knew he was going to have to get him back for what he was obviously trying to do. He stood at the end of Jungkooks bed, hands on his hips as he glared at him.
Jungkook was in a simple bath robe, his hair still wet from his shower. Yoongi knew he should have gone back to his room to take a shower instead of taking one in the pool bathrooms and then getting himself a snack. Yoongi's attire matched Jungkook's as well.
"Get out. I'm not going to have you feel me up when I'm asleep." Jungkook looked over at him over his phone, before pulling his headphones out one by one very slowly. Yoongi quickly became suspicious about what he was doing, and froze as he came closer by walking over on his knees. It made Yoongi even angrier that Jungkook was still taller than him at this height, but he didn't have much time to think about that when Jungkooks hands were on his hips.
He leaned closer to whisper in his ear, and Yoongi's eyes fluttered closed when he felt his breath on his ear.
Fuck, he talked to Taehyung.
Yoongi was going to kill the younger after this.
"Hyung, you've been so mean to me lately. You even made me have to ask Taehyung hyung for advice." He said, and Yoongi gasped when Jungkook licked the shell of his ear. Jungkook simply continued. "Anyways, you'd probably like that. Taehyung hyung told me about everything you like, and don't worry, I won't mind waking you up by eating you out."
"Fuck." Yoongi murmured when Jungkook tugged on his ear with his teeth. Jungkook released it, sinking back and smirking at Yoongi. There was one hand in Yoongi's hair, and it pulled his head back tightly.
"That's what I intend to do, hyung." Yoongi sucked in a breath, staring at the younger.
This little shit.
He clamped his lips down onto Jungkooks, pulling him closer and letting out a startled sound when the other picked him up by his thighs. Jungkook laid him back easily, pulling the belt of the robe so it untied and exposing his chest, his boxers, and his creamy thighs. Jungkook smirked when Yoongi didn't even bother to protest, simply pulling him closer and trying to press their bodies together. Jungkook spread Yoongi's legs, his hands rubbing the sensitive insides of his upper thighs.
Yoongi only protested when Jungkook started to pull away, standing up and taking something out of the robe pocket. Jungkook held the lube out so Yoongi could see, before tossing it to him.
"Get prepping. I'm a bit bigger than Taehyung, so hopefully my size is good enough for you." He said, and shed the robe off and let it fall to the floor.
Yoongi definitely wasn't disappointed.
Jungkook wasn't only bigger in length, but in girth as well. It curved up towards his stomach, and his heads red tip was a shade that was so, so pretty. Yoongi nearly thought that he'd fallen in love at first sight with the way his mouth was watering. Jungkook cleared his throat, and it was only then that Yoongi realized he was staring.
His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and eventually tossing them to the side. Uncapping the tube, he gave himself a generous amount to spread around four of his fingers before he was swirling two of them around his rim. He let out a pleased little sigh as he slipped two of them inside, but he didn't curve them like he normally did. Instead, he just focused on loosening himself because, at the end of the day, Yoongi was such a slut that even that felt good. He stretched himself, and, sooner then Jungkook probably expected, he was slipping a third inside.
He heard a moan escape Jungkook's lips, and he looked up to see the younger touching himself.
Yoongi was doomed.
He couldn't help but pick up the pace, moaning as he rubbed that spot deep inside him that had his hips jerking forward and a light blush dusting his cheeks. When he slipped his fourth finger inside, he let out a small whimper at the stretch. That was the noise that had Jungkook crawling back on the bed, his hand wrapping around Yoongi's wrist and pressed his fingers even deeper inside himself before slipping them out.
"Enough, or I'll go insane." Jungkook whispered, kissing Yoongi like he was the sexiest thing in the world. Jungkook let out a pleasantly surprised sound when he bended Yoongi's legs back and didn't get even a noise of protest. The younger arched a brow at him, not remembering the older to be this flexible.
"Jimin, he made me do stretches everyday after he found out." Yoongi explained, his words rushing out quickly. He pulled the elder closer, and Yoongi nearly sobbed when he felt Jungkooks tip pressed against his rim. Yoongi reached down, pulling him closer by his hips and slipping his head inside. Jungkook groaned, his eyes falling closed. The younger snapped his hips forward, and slammed himself inside. Taehyung must have remembered to tell him that he liked it rough.
Jungkook didn't waste any time, his pace starting off hard and fast. He had an arm on either side of Yoongi's head, and his legs were thrown over his shoulder. It only made it easier for Jungkook to hit right where Yoongi wanted him to, and Yoongi couldn't remember even Taehyung finding his prostate so easily.
Yoongi usually didn't talk much normally, but he was loud in bed. Even louder than Seokjin when Namjoon was ramming into him with no shame. Yoongi gripped the headboard, his voice slowly becoming louder and louder with each thrust until the only three things he could hear were the slapping of skin against skin, his own cries and moans, and Jungkook panting above him.
Even though he fucked him hard, hard enough that Yoongi knew he wouldn't be getting up the next day, he caressed him as if he was a precious, little, fragile thing. He kissed him like he meant it, and whispered things into his ear that Yoongi knew he meant. Jungkook told him how pretty he was, how good he felt around him, and how lovely he sounded moaning around his cock. Jungkook told him he wasn't going to touch him, that he was going to have him cum all over himself without being touched. Hearing all these things only drew Yoongi closer and closer to his orgasm.
He knew Jungkook was going to cum soon, he could hear it with how his thrusts became more erratic and how he could barely get words out after awhile. Yoongi forced his eyes to stay open, moving his arms from where they had tightly wound themselves around Jungkooks shoulders. He caressed Jungkooks cheek with one hand, the other curling into his dark hair.
"I'm close." He whispered, and he smirked when Jungkook moaned at that.
Yoongi threw his head back when he felt his orgasm hit, crying out the others name and pulling on his hair harder than he meant to. It seemed that Jungkook liked it, because a second later he was following Yoongi and cumming deep inside him. Yoongi milked the others orgasm without even realizing it, his hole clenching and unclenching sporadically as his orgasm racked through his body. Jungkook held him close, his arms wrapping tightly around him.
He knew Taehyung couldn't have told him this, because the other had a habit of rolling off him as soon as he was done and laying besides him as he catched his breath. But Yoongi preferred this so much more. He made a small little whimper-like sound as the other pressed sweet kisses against his sweaty skin and kept himself inside until he started softening. Yoongi chuckled at Jungkooks hiss as he pulled out, the elder reaching up only to pull the other down for a kiss.
"Fine, you win. You're still a little shit, though." Yoongi whispered, and Jungkooks face lit up so much that Yoongi couldn't help but smile.
--------
"I told you it would work." Seokjin said, and the oldest looked so smug as he looked at his boyfriend. Namjoon sighed, the friend group having taken up residence outside Yoongi and Jungkook's bedroom as they 'did the deed', as Seokjin put it. Jimin scoffed at that, and argued the logic behind how having as much sex as he and Namjoon did, but not actually saying the word. Seokjin had hushed him, and said that it wasn't the point.
He'd finally gotten Yoongi and Jungkook together, so now their youngest could stop going on and on about him when he wasn't there to the rest of them.
Also, Yoongi finally had a boyfriend.
So Seokjin managed to kill two birds with one stone, and he seemed incredibly proud about this fact.
"So..when am I going to be able to get my stuff?" Hoseok asked, recalling how the youngest and eldest had simply just stuffed all his things under the bed instead of lugging it down the hall. The other four looked between each other, and then they all looked at the door.
It seemed like the new lovebirds decided to start up on a round two, and this only made Hoseok facepalm.
------
Hello guys! I originally posted this on my archiveofourown account, but I'm gonna slowly post all that stuff onto here for now~ Thank you for reading!!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sugakookie w/ side Yoontae and namjin
Summary: Yoongi let's out a secret that ruins his chances of avoiding Jeon Jungkook and his sexual advances.
Yoongi should have never, never, told his friends, drunkenly, that he was a bottom. It was the biggest mistake of his existence, and for one major reason.
Jeon Jungkook.
They were in college, and Jungkook was barely legal. He'd known the other ever since highschool, and that was because of their mutual friend group. Aka his best friend, Namjoon, getting a boyfriend named Seokjin, the official mom of Jungkook's friend group. Those two have been going strong ever since then, so their fate to be friends were sealed.
Yoongi had also had a short fling with Taehyung, originally in Seokjin's friend group and best friends with both Jimin and Jungkook, and the whole friend group knew that story. Or at least, Yoongi thought they did. Apparently, Taehyung had done him the biggest favor. He'd never told anyone that he'd been the one to fuck Yoongi, and really had no intention until Yoongi blurted it out himself.
It'd started with a bottle of Soju, as did most of Yoongi's embarrassing moments, and things had been fine until Namjoon had drunkenly asked why Yoongi and Taehyung never became a couple. Yoongi had been on his back, and at the time he hadn't noticed how Jungkook, the only one not drinking, seemed to be very interested in his answer as well.
Yoongj had smirked, holding up the bottle and waving it around for a moment.
"Well, as good as he was. I think.." He dragged out the word, before he rolled over onto his stomach and gave Taehyung a teasing grin. "It was because Taehyungs dick was too small for me." Taehyung had gasped, covering his crotch mockingly and pretending to be insulted. Taehyung was actually a rather decent size, but they both agreed it wasn't meant to be.
"But why would that matter if you're-" Seokjin had started, before his eyes widened. He sat straight up, moving from where he had curled up into Namjoon. "Wait, Yoongi are you saying that-" He had been speaking quietly and calmly, seeming to have sobered right up.
"I'm a bottom? Yep." Yoongi finished for him, and all of his friends stared at him as if they were looking at him for the first time.
Things had been hell since that moment.
Seokjin was constantly trying to set him up, Hoseok started laughing the moment someone brought it up and wouldn't stop until tears were coming from his eyes, Taehyung seemed far too smug now, Namjoon was mostly the same but blushed whenever he talked about a one night stand, and Jimin kept on trying to introduce him to the kinkier side of sex.
However, Jungkook was the absolutely worst out of all of them.
What had been a small and harmless crush, turned into Jungkook pursuing Yoongi every chance he got. The little shit never wasted any of them either. Yoongi had gotten letters, roses, gifts, and a desperate Jungkook proclaiming his love for him in front of everyone. If he didn't stop soon, Yoongi thought that he might explode.
The worst part of it was that he knew that Jungkook didn't just want an innocent little relationship, no matter how many times Seokjin said 'his baby' couldn't have desires like that yet. But Yoongi knew.
They'd all been at Jimin's, Taehyung's, and Jungkook's shared apartment, Yoongi never asked how they got the money for it, and he'd heard and saw something he would never forget.
Yoongi simply wanted to return the handcuffs Jimin had not so subtly left him, when he'd heard something coming from the bathroom. When he'd heard a moan, he assumed it was just Taehyung throwing up the enormous amount of alcohol he tended to consume, but one look inside and he knew it was not that.
He'd seen Jungkook masturbate, and he'd been whispering Yoongi's name. His cheeks had gotten so red that it was a surprise there was any blood left to head down to his dick, but there was. Yoongi had dashed out of that apartment so fast, even with the handcuffs still in hand and a half hard dick. He'd mistakenly slammed the door after him, and Jungkook only got worse after that.
The innocent and love-sick gestures turned seductive, Jungkook probably thinking that he could seduce Yoongi into being his. The problem was that he was right.
Jungkook was not 'Baby Kookie' anymore, and Seokjin's attempts to reverse puberty were not successful. Jungkook's jaw became more defined and he lost his baby fat, he grew into his features, and learned with a few tips from Jimin on how to properly style his hair. Puberty had hit their maknae like a freight train.
It had been exactly a week after that little mishap when Jungkook finally succeeded.
It was spring break, and who knew that all it would take to wear Yoongi down was for Jungkook to prance around shirtless at the pool with the rest of the group. Well, Yoongi was the only one still wearing a shirt.
He was confident in his body, sure, but that didn't mean he needed his pale skin burning the second it was touched by the sunlight.
"Hyung." Jungkook said softly, his fingers grazing by Yoongi's hand when he saw that the elder had no intention of removing his clothes. Yoongi gulped. "Why are you keeping that on? You have such pretty skin, you should show it." Jungkook said, and the compliment was actually quite mild compared to what Yoongi was used to. But the little quirk of his lips when Yoongi looked at him made him think twice about accepting it.
"I'd rather keep it on." Yoongi responded, trying to keep his gaze from wavering as he looked his junior in the eye.
"Suit yourself." Jungkook said, and proceeded to strip as he walked ahead. Yoongi first saw his back muscles moving, and then Jungkook's chest when he turned to wave at a screaming Taehyung.
Oh fuck.
That kid really was muscular, but not too much. He had just as much muscle as Yoongi liked, and the smile he gave him made his heart flutter for the first time in a long time.
Yoongi knew he was screwed.
Namjoon had been the one to convince him to come into the water with the rest of them, even though he was very happy under his umbrella as he sat in one of the pool chairs. It was less convinced, and more Namjoon picking him up and throwing him into the water.
He'd swiped his hair out of his face, glaring daggers at his smug face. His glare faded when he felt arms around his waist, and someone pull him back against a firm chest. He turned his face, mentally groaning when he saw Jungkook and his bunny-like teeth as he grinned. Jungkook hugged him closer, resting his chin on Yoongi's shoulder. He didn't say anything, and Yoongi was at least thankful for that. He let Jungkook tug him towards the rest of the group, minding how he didn't really mind having Jungkook hold him. This was dangerous, and he didn't need to be putting thoughts into Jungkooks head. But he was so warm in the cold water, so Yoongi found himself actually pressing back into the hold.
He didn't need to look to know that Jungkook had a stupidly, happy smile on his face.
The rest of their time in the pool went that way, before they finally decided to head back to their rooms. Yoongi remembered being roomed with Hoseok, but that's not who was laying on the bed next to Yoongi's. Yoongi cursed the day Hoseok was born, and knew he was going to have to get him back for what he was obviously trying to do. He stood at the end of Jungkooks bed, hands on his hips as he glared at him.
Jungkook was in a simple bath robe, his hair still wet from his shower. Yoongi knew he should have gone back to his room to take a shower instead of taking one in the pool bathrooms and then getting himself a snack. Yoongi's attire matched Jungkook's as well.
"Get out. I'm not going to have you feel me up when I'm asleep." Jungkook looked over at him over his phone, before pulling his headphones out one by one very slowly. Yoongi quickly became suspicious about what he was doing, and froze as he came closer by walking over on his knees. It made Yoongi even angrier that Jungkook was still taller than him at this height, but he didn't have much time to think about that when Jungkooks hands were on his hips.
He leaned closer to whisper in his ear, and Yoongi's eyes fluttered closed when he felt his breath on his ear.
Fuck, he talked to Taehyung.
Yoongi was going to kill the younger after this.
"Hyung, you've been so mean to me lately. You even made me have to ask Taehyung hyung for advice." He said, and Yoongi gasped when Jungkook licked the shell of his ear. Jungkook simply continued. "Anyways, you'd probably like that. Taehyung hyung told me about everything you like, and don't worry, I won't mind waking you up by eating you out."
"Fuck." Yoongi murmured when Jungkook tugged on his ear with his teeth. Jungkook released it, sinking back and smirking at Yoongi. There was one hand in Yoongi's hair, and it pulled his head back tightly.
"That's what I intend to do, hyung." Yoongi sucked in a breath, staring at the younger.
This little shit.
He clamped his lips down onto Jungkooks, pulling him closer and letting out a startled sound when the other picked him up by his thighs. Jungkook laid him back easily, pulling the belt of the robe so it untied and exposing his chest, his boxers, and his creamy thighs. Jungkook smirked when Yoongi didn't even bother to protest, simply pulling him closer and trying to press their bodies together. Jungkook spread Yoongi's legs, his hands rubbing the sensitive insides of his upper thighs.
Yoongi only protested when Jungkook started to pull away, standing up and taking something out of the robe pocket. Jungkook held the lube out so Yoongi could see, before tossing it to him.
"Get prepping. I'm a bit bigger than Taehyung, so hopefully my size is good enough for you." He said, and shed the robe off and let it fall to the floor.
Yoongi definitely wasn't disappointed.
Jungkook wasn't only bigger in length, but in girth as well. It curved up towards his stomach, and his heads red tip was a shade that was so, so pretty. Yoongi nearly thought that he'd fallen in love at first sight with the way his mouth was watering. Jungkook cleared his throat, and it was only then that Yoongi realized he was staring.
His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and eventually tossing them to the side. Uncapping the tube, he gave himself a generous amount to spread around four of his fingers before he was swirling two of them around his rim. He let out a pleased little sigh as he slipped two of them inside, but he didn't curve them like he normally did. Instead, he just focused on loosening himself because, at the end of the day, Yoongi was such a slut that even that felt good. He stretched himself, and, sooner then Jungkook probably expected, he was slipping a third inside.
He heard a moan escape Jungkook's lips, and he looked up to see the younger touching himself.
Yoongi was doomed.
He couldn't help but pick up the pace, moaning as he rubbed that spot deep inside him that had his hips jerking forward and a light blush dusting his cheeks. When he slipped his fourth finger inside, he let out a small whimper at the stretch. That was the noise that had Jungkook crawling back on the bed, his hand wrapping around Yoongi's wrist and pressed his fingers even deeper inside himself before slipping them out.
"Enough, or I'll go insane." Jungkook whispered, kissing Yoongi like he was the sexiest thing in the world. Jungkook let out a pleasantly surprised sound when he bended Yoongi's legs back and didn't get even a noise of protest. The younger arched a brow at him, not remembering the older to be this flexible.
"Jimin, he made me do stretches everyday after he found out." Yoongi explained, his words rushing out quickly. He pulled the elder closer, and Yoongi nearly sobbed when he felt Jungkooks tip pressed against his rim. Yoongi reached down, pulling him closer by his hips and slipping his head inside. Jungkook groaned, his eyes falling closed. The younger snapped his hips forward, and slammed himself inside. Taehyung must have remembered to tell him that he liked it rough.
Jungkook didn't waste any time, his pace starting off hard and fast. He had an arm on either side of Yoongi's head, and his legs were thrown over his shoulder. It only made it easier for Jungkook to hit right where Yoongi wanted him to, and Yoongi couldn't remember even Taehyung finding his prostate so easily.
Yoongi usually didn't talk much normally, but he was loud in bed. Even louder than Seokjin when Namjoon was ramming into him with no shame. Yoongi gripped the headboard, his voice slowly becoming louder and louder with each thrust until the only three things he could hear were the slapping of skin against skin, his own cries and moans, and Jungkook panting above him.
Even though he fucked him hard, hard enough that Yoongi knew he wouldn't be getting up the next day, he caressed him as if he was a precious, little, fragile thing. He kissed him like he meant it, and whispered things into his ear that Yoongi knew he meant. Jungkook told him how pretty he was, how good he felt around him, and how lovely he sounded moaning around his cock. Jungkook told him he wasn't going to touch him, that he was going to have him cum all over himself without being touched. Hearing all these things only drew Yoongi closer and closer to his orgasm.
He knew Jungkook was going to cum soon, he could hear it with how his thrusts became more erratic and how he could barely get words out after awhile. Yoongi forced his eyes to stay open, moving his arms from where they had tightly wound themselves around Jungkooks shoulders. He caressed Jungkooks cheek with one hand, the other curling into his dark hair.
"I'm close." He whispered, and he smirked when Jungkook moaned at that.
Yoongi threw his head back when he felt his orgasm hit, crying out the others name and pulling on his hair harder than he meant to. It seemed that Jungkook liked it, because a second later he was following Yoongi and cumming deep inside him. Yoongi milked the others orgasm without even realizing it, his hole clenching and unclenching sporadically as his orgasm racked through his body. Jungkook held him close, his arms wrapping tightly around him.
He knew Taehyung couldn't have told him this, because the other had a habit of rolling off him as soon as he was done and laying besides him as he catched his breath. But Yoongi preferred this so much more. He made a small little whimper-like sound as the other pressed sweet kisses against his sweaty skin and kept himself inside until he started softening. Yoongi chuckled at Jungkooks hiss as he pulled out, the elder reaching up only to pull the other down for a kiss.
"Fine, you win. You're still a little shit, though." Yoongi whispered, and Jungkooks face lit up so much that Yoongi couldn't help but smile.
--------
"I told you it would work." Seokjin said, and the oldest looked so smug as he looked at his boyfriend. Namjoon sighed, the friend group having taken up residence outside Yoongi and Jungkook's bedroom as they 'did the deed', as Seokjin put it. Jimin scoffed at that, and argued the logic behind how having as much sex as he and Namjoon did, but not actually saying the word. Seokjin had hushed him, and said that it wasn't the point.
He'd finally gotten Yoongi and Jungkook together, so now their youngest could stop going on and on about him when he wasn't there to the rest of them.
Also, Yoongi finally had a boyfriend.
So Seokjin managed to kill two birds with one stone, and he seemed incredibly proud about this fact.
"So..when am I going to be able to get my stuff?" Hoseok asked, recalling how the youngest and eldest had simply just stuffed all his things under the bed instead of lugging it down the hall. The other four looked between each other, and then they all looked at the door.
It seemed like the new lovebirds decided to start up on a round two, and this only made Hoseok facepalm.
------
Hello guys! I originally posted this on my archiveofourown account, but I'm gonna slowly post all that stuff onto here for now~ Thank you for reading!!