Go Get Him, Tiger 8/?
Title: Go Get Him, Tiger 8/?
Pairing: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook, Seokjin/Jimin/Namjoon/Hobi (BTS)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I haven't yet decided if I'm still borrowing these guys or if they own my soul yet. I mean, who am I kidding, really? Especially Yoongi. He can own me whenever he wants even if I can't own him or his members.
Genre: catboy!Yoongi, catboy!Namjoon, catboy!Hobi
Warning: praise kink, muscle kink, a fair bit of dom/sub elements, and toys. lots of sappy fluff too.
Summary: Min Yoongi has a new owner. His new owner has a boyfriend. Between them and with them, Yoongi feels like he's losing himself. And Jungkook isn't too sure what to do with Yoongi even if Taehyung has already decided. Maybe together they can heal, grow, and fall in love.
Part 8:
Sunday...
Sunday, Yoongi felt much better. Both physically and mentally. He’d basked in the touches and kisses and orgasms from his lovers, and knew that he was allowed to call them that. Lovers. They were his lovers. Not his owners. Not his flatmates. Lovers.
His only complaint was the slight sting in his backside that was either from too many fingers or the fact that the fingers and mouths were sticky with whipped cream. Well, that wasn’t true. He also complained at how little whipped cream was actually in one of those spray cans.
Both Jungkook and Taehyung were at work, leaving Yoongi alone. Alone with his thoughts that he tried his best to shut up.
More doubts. That was all. He knew that Jungkook and Taehyung would reassure him that everything was okay and everything would be okay. It was just going to take Yoongi some time before he believed them. With everything moving so fast, the foundation wasn’t steady. It could collapse anytime. Yoongi had to trust in the strength of their love, both for each other and for whatever they felt for him. It was scary, and it was hard. And he was trying not to think about it.
He tried to read more of Naruto, but after what felt like the eightieth time of brushing hair out of his eyes, he remembered that he had been offered a haircut.
And really, he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts and self-doubt.
He didn’t have a key, but maybe he could stay in the salon for a few hours until Jungkook got home from work. That was still better than being by himself with only his self-doubt as company. And it was better than leaving the apartment unlocked.
He pulled on a pair of Jungkook’s basketball shorts and one of his large white T-shirts. Maybe he should let Taehyung buy him some clothes if he was going to go out often. He checked to make sure the leather collar was secure in the bathroom mirror and frowned at his reflection. He looked really boring. His lips were barely pink, his cheeks almost pale white. And the only color was under his eyes to show he wasn’t sleeping well. He didn't like it, but had no idea how to fix it. He wanted to look better. He hoped a haircut helped.
He pouted at himself and then left the room. He turned off the lights and slipped on shoes, locked the door behind him and headed down the stairs. He was shaking a little. This was the first time he’d been outside by himself in a long time. He’d run away once, found the next day and returned to the asshole who had forgotten that one time to lock the chain around his legs keeping him on the bed to be used when he wanted. He’d earned a couple broken toes for that.
It was scary to leave and be by himself and remember that he had an owner. And more importantly, he had an owner that wanted him.
He doubted he’d have done it if he actually had to go outside to get to the salon and there hadn’t been a door in the main hallway of the building. At the bottom of the stairs, he stopped and took a few deep breaths. And then he walked to the salon door. The first thing he saw was a customer in a chair and Jimin behind him.
Their eyes met, and Jimin smiled and waved him inside.
“Suga! Hi!”
Yoongi stopped at the door and sniffed the smell of hair products and understood Namjoon’s distaste. He’s glad that Jungkook smelled like coffee and cookies after work. And Taehyung always smelled like flowers.
“H-hi.”
The word was barely out of his mouth before he heard a sudden squeal from the left and a blur of red barrelled into him with a shout of his name.
Yoongi froze in place, claws out, ready to hiss, and then he relaxed and patted Hobi’s shoulder. “Hi, Hobi.”
“Hi, hyung. Can I call you hyung? Taehyung said you’re twenty-five, only Seokjin-ie is older than you, so is that okay if i call you hyung--”
“Yeah, that’s okay.”
Hobi squealed again. “It’s so good to see you again, you were supposed to come back on Friday and I was so sad when you didn’t. But oh my god, your collar is so pretty! Jimin, his collar is so pretty!”
“I can see that, baby,” Jimin said.
Hobi tugged on the ring and then fiddled with the tag. “This tag is amazing. I like my flower one, it reminds me of Jimin’s smile and Joon has a heart because he’s the love of Seokjin’s life, but wow. This one is awesome since Jungkook is a singer and a music writer. But oh my god, is that a hickey?”
He tugged the neck of the shirt down and bared Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi blushed and finally pulled away with a growl, tugging at the shirt to cover up.
Hobi laughed. “Sorry, hyung! Sorry.”
“Hobi, calm down, would you? And please ask Yoongi why he is here. Both Jungkook and Taehyung are at work. Did you need something?”
“Oh my god, are you okay, hyung?” Hobi said, his face taking on a concerned pout. “Do you need something?’
Yoongi bit his lower lip in the sudden silence, mentally squirming under their gazes. “Um ... Jimin-shi, you said you’d cut my hair,” he whispered.
“I did,” Jimin said. “It might be a little while because I have appointments until just after lunch, but I’ll do it then.”
“Oh, sorry, I ...”
“No, it’s okay, just come back at two and I’ll cut it.”
Yoongi rubbed his hands together and said, “About ... about that. Um, I locked the door, and I don’t have a key, to get into the apartment.”
“You can stay here!” Hobi shouted. “Right, Jimin-ie? He can stay here?”
Jimin smiled. “Yes, you can stay here.”
“You can play with me and take a nap on our pillow and we can eat pizza if you want,” Hobi said. “It’s going to be like a sleepover but during the day!”
“And you’ll do all that quietly,” Jimin reminded him.
Hobi zipped his lips shut and then smiled widely. “Come on, hyung! I was watching One Piece.” He pulled at Yoongi’s arm and tugged him through the salon to a back room that had a large pillow on the floor and a small TV on a table.
The room smelled a lot less like hair products and more like Namjoon’s cedar smell. Yoongi made a face. He couldn’t help it. The pillow was practically drenched in the stench.
“What?” Hobi frowned.
“Sorry. Just ... smells like Namjoon.”
Hobi nodded solemnly. “I know. He’s so possessive of all the spaces. I can’t get it out of anything. And if I try, he just comes back and practically pisses on everything. Not really, but he may as well with the way he marks his territory. Seokjin ALWAYS smells like him. One time I purposely held onto Seokjin’s hip for a few hours, just to have part of his skin that smelled like me, and about five minutes after I let go, Namjoon was rubbing himself against him. Which wasn’t horrible, I mean, it turned into sex for all three of us, but really. He doesn’t like the chemical smell in here, so he’s always just ... exuding. I don’t know. I don’t care. I like how he smells anyway. But yeah. I get why you don’t like it. We don’t have to stay in here. ChimChim doesn’t mind if we sit on the couch outside.
“No, no, this is okay.”
“Yay!” He threw his arms up in the air and danced and then jumped onto the large pillow. “Come on!” He patted the space next to him.
Yoongi sat on the pillow slowly. He probably should have seen the sudden arms around him coming and the way Hobi pulled him back onto the pillow. He flailed in surprise and then settled down, with Hobi behind him, his arms around Yoongi’s waist and his face in Yoongi’s neck.
“Wow, you really smell like Taehyung today, though based on that hicky, I’m not surprised. I’m so glad that you’re having fun with them and that they’re being nice to you, and wow, that collar is so nice. It must have been expensive.”
“I-it w-was.”
“I’m kind of jealous. Next time I get a new one, I’m going to get a leather one like that. Have you seen One Piece before?”
Yoongi shook his head. “N-no. Not for a long time, anyway.”
“It’ll be fun!”
And it was fun. Hobi laughed at everything and Yoongi felt himself relax. He’d been worried about being distant with the over-eager, hyper cat, but he felt like he belonged with Hobi, like he’d known Hobi his entire life. He didn’t even care when Hobi snuggled close to him and played with his hair. Or when Hobi kissed his cheek before they fell asleep after eating reheated pizza. And he didn’t care when Hobi rolled on top of them during their nap and just readjusted and slept with his comforting body weight on top of him. He didn't care when Hobi woke him up a couple hours later.
At all.
And wasn’t that saying something.
He just smiled and lifted his arms and let Hobi wrap him in a hug and sit him up.
“Jimin is ready for you now if you want to go get your haircut. Are you going to dye it too? It would look really good if it was blue.”
“I’ve never had my hair dyed before.”
“Jimin-ie will talk to you about it.” He stood up and held out his hand. Yoongi took it and let Hobi pull him first to his feet and then into a hug. “I had a lot of fun with you today, hyung. The nap was really good, too. Joon snores really loud and you’re so quiet and comfy. I like hugging you.”
Yoongi smiled against his shoulder and said, “I liked sleeping with you, too. Maybe instead of staying down here at the salon you can come upstairs and hang out with me?”
“Oh my god, I’d love to do that!”
Yoongi grinned and followed him out to the main room. Jimin stood behind the main counter, flipping through receipts when the entered. He smiled up at them.
“You ready, Suga?”
Yoongi nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready.”
“You should dye his hair blue!” Hobi said. “Wouldn’t he look pretty?”
“He always looks pretty,” Jimin said with a smile. “Do you want your hair dyed?”
“I’ve never had it dyed before, so I don’t know.”
“It’d be interesting to at least try it. I have hair dye that is only semi-permanent, so it washes out after a couple weeks. Should we try that?”
Yoongi bit his lip and then nodded. “That’d be okay.”
“Great. Let me get you all washed up and cut your hair and we’ll go from there.”
Jimin’s fingers were soft in his hair, not pulling or tugging the way Yoongi was used to. He was so careful with his ears, too, covering them with a protective hair cap before applying the dye. He blabbered on about how pretty Yoongi was, how soft his hair was, how he fell in love with Hobi and Seokjin and Namjoon, and how they were all so happy together. And he talked about how he met Taehyung when Taehyung came in for a haircut and that led to him meeting Jungkook but that was before they were dating.
“Ugh, they were so grossly in love with each other,” Jimin said. “I couldn’t stand how dumb they both were.”
Yoongi covered his mouth and giggled. “They still are pretty dumb.”
“They’re both smiling more lately, though. It’s either because of you or because they’re finally fucking.”
“Must be me then,” Yoongi said.
Jimin sighed. “Still not fucking?”
“Nope. Everything but that.”
“Those boys. I think Taehyung is worried about being too much like his ex and Jungkook is too scared to ask for what he wants.”
“I’m neither of those things,” Yoongi said. “Maybe I can ...”
Jimin nodded. “Maybe you can help. With you between them, maybe they’ll be more eager to take that last step.”
The dye job and the cut took longer than Yoongi expected, but when Jimin was done, his hair was bright blue and short, no longer falling into his eyes or on the back of his neck. Jimin blow-dried it and styled it a little bit and Yoongi couldn’t keep his eyes off himself. With his hair blue, the yellower tinges of his fur were more noticeable and his eyes were almost too blue.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Hobi said.
Yoongi frowned.
“You don’t think so?”
Yoongi blushed and glanced away from himself. “Not-not really. I ... I mean, people seem to think so, but ...”
Hobi whistled low and shook his head. “I’d kill to be as pretty as you.”
“Hey, you are pretty, Hobi,” Jimin said and kissed Hobi’s cheek.
“Not like that,” he nodded at Yoongi.
Jimin sighed. “Well, true, but you’re pretty in your own way.”
“It’s sad you don’t think you’re pretty,” Hobi said. “I hope that Taehyung and Jungkook convince you of that.”
“Me, too,” Jimin said and took his hand. “Hey, your nails are kind of long. Do you want me to cut them?”
Yoongi glanced around the salon.
“Don’t worry. I don’t have any appointments for the rest of the day. I’m just available for walk-ins now, but I won’t put out my sign and I’ll pamper you a bit.”
Yoongi blushed and nodded. “I’d like that. I kind of hurt Taehyung yesterday by accident.”
“It happens with claws.”
Jimin tugged him over to another chair and another table, one that had nail products on it. “Yuri is my nail girl, but she didn’t have appointments this afternoon. She won’t mind if I borrow her things.”
“Yes, she will,” Hobi said under his breath.
Jimin ignored him. He clipped the sharp tips off his claws and then hummed in appreciation for them. “They’re really thick and healthy.” He filed them more into curves and buffed them shiny. When his eyes widened in mischief, Yoongi looked at him in trepidation.
“Want me to paint them?”
Yoongi looked down at his nails and tried to picture them red or blue or ... “What color?”
“Any color you want?”
Jimin cooed at him when he picked out pink. He’d almost gone for the black just to look ... tough, but he was trying to not be that cat anymore. And he really liked the pink that looked like bubblegum.
“I can do your toes too,” Jimin said.
Yoongi blushed when he agreed to that a little too fast, and Hobi laughed at him.
Before the afternoon was gone, he’d had his toenails and fingernails cut and painted, his hair dyed and cut, and eyeliner on his eyes and lip gloss on his lip and something shimmered baby pink on his cheeks.
Jimin even taught him how to put the eyeliner on and let him keep it and the lip gloss.
“Wow, your eyes are so pretty,” Hobi said.
“You keep saying that,” Yoongi said, glancing at himself in the mirror. He blushed and looked away. He did look pretty.
“Do you believe it yet?”
Yoongi blushed and then nodded. “Y-yeah. They are really pretty.”
“And perfect timing,” Jimin said. “Look who’s here.”
Yoongi turned too fast and saw Jungkook walk by the salon. He waved at Jimin, his eyes fell on Yoongi, and he stopped, his foot still in the air, his hand in an awkward half-curled wave near his body.
Jimin and Hobi laughed, and Yoongi waved his fingers at him.
That got him moving again and he burst through the door with a “Hyung, what the fuck?”
None of them knew what hyung he was talking to, but it was Jimin who answered. “Hi, Jungkook. We’ve been hanging out with Yoongi today. Do you like the hair?”
Yoongi blushed and looked away from the intense gaze that Jungkook held him with.
“He is gorgeous,” Jungkook finally said, and Yoongi whined and turned away, arms curling around himself in embarrassment.
Hobi and Jimin laughed. “So we’ve been telling him. And if he doesn’t believe us, then he sure as hell will believe that erection. Damn, Jungkook, is that monster what you’ve been depriving us of when we ask for an orgy?”
“Fuck off,” Jungkook said and gripped Yoongi’s arm and pulled him toward the door. “Thanks, hyung. Bye guys, we’ll ... uh ... we’ll see you tomorrow.”
Yoongi turned enough to shout a good bye and a thank you at them before Jungkook was dragging him through the hall and up the stairs. He really wanted to protest but found he didn’t really mind.
When they were in the apartment and Jungkook picked him up with hands on his ass and pressed him to the front door for a heavy kiss, he really really didn’t mind.
“Gorgeous,” was the first intelligible word out of Jungkook’s mouth.
Yoongi did not want intelligible. He dove back into the kiss and dragged his now blunt nails over the back of Jungkook’s neck and up into his hair. He wasn’t able to move, relying on Jungkook’s thrusts to rub on his erection. But it was awkward and not enough, and he wanted skin. More skin.
“Skin. More ... more skin.”
Jungkook growled his agreement. His hold tightened on Yoongi’s thighs and he spun around, carrying him, and Yoongi’s head went light. God, with his dick and his muscles, Jungkook could probably fuck him standing up even without a wall for support.
Yoongi expected to be pressed against a wall or taken to the couch. He wasn’t expecting to be settled on the table, legs tightening around Jungkook’s waist. This put his mouth above Jungkook’s and Jungkook tilted up to keep their kiss heavy.
“Skin,” Yoongi said, tightening his grip in Jungkook’s hair with one hand and pulling his head back. He used his other hand to pull on his T-shirt.
Jungkook whined in agreement and eagerness and yanked the shirt up and over Yoongi’s head. His hands went to Yoongi’s waist, but Yoongi pulled at the back of Jungkook’s shirt until it was over his head and flying somewhere into the kitchen.
Jungkook’s mouth went right to his nipple, and Yoongi yowled in surprise. It felt so good, each swipe of his tongue caused a pulse of pleasure down to his dick. He kept his hands in Jungkook’s hair, pulling in appreciation.
“Want, god, want to taste you,” Jungkook moaned. “Want to lick you and suck on you and ...” Jungkook’s mouth went to his neck, to the collar ... and ... god, not the collar, but the ring. He licked at the skin inside the ring and kept trying to articulate all the things he wanted to do to Yoongi.
Yoongi’s head went light at all the possibilities. He squirmed on the table, legs spreading and decided he wanted to be naked. Now. He used his knee first and then his foot to push at Jungkook’s rock-hard stomach.
Jungkook backed away with panic in his eyes.
Yoongi smirked at him. “Take off your clothes, pretty boy. Now.”
The panic blurred into lust, and he moaned and obeyed. Yoongi obeyed his own command, stripping down to nothing. He hissed at the cold tabletop on his ass. Jungkook stepped back into the cage of his legs when they were both naked and they kissed again. His hands were so firm on Yoongi’s skin, sliding up and down his back and his sides, and then along his thighs.
“What ... what do you want?” Jungkook asked. “Tell me what to do.”
Yoongi wanted Jungkook to just do what he wanted, but he knew at this point that Jungkook definitely prefered direction. He wanted a blowjob eventually. He wanted Jungkook’s dick eventually.
“Anything I want?” Yoongi said.
Jungkook swallowed and nodded. “Anything.”
Yoongi licked his lips and lifted an eyebrow. “Well, Muscles, what about what you want? You took me to the table. That makes me think that you want something to eat.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened and he whined low in his throat.
“Want something to eat, pretty baby?”
Jungkook nodded, still whining.
“Use words.”
“Yes, yes, I want to eat you.”
Yoongi laughed. He twisted around, Jungkook’s hands staying on his skin to keep him steady. He kneeled on the edge of the table, his feet hanging free. He steadied himself, sliding his knees apart for balance. He grabbed his T-shirt for between his cheek and the table. It smelled like Jungkook and he inhaled deeply.
Jungkook ran his hands up the back of his thighs and then to his ass.
Yoongi hummed in encouragement and wrapped his tail around a bicep and then around Jungkook’s neck.
Jungkook’s breath stopped in a wet choking noise, and Yoongi glanced behind him, smiling at the vision of a naked Jungkook with Yoongi’s tail keeping him captive.
“Problem?” he asked.
Jungkook shook his head.
“Get to eating then, pretty baby.”
Jungkook’s eyes practically rolled back in his head and he spread Yoongi’s ass with his large strong hands, fingers digging into the muscles.
The first touch of his tongue had Yoongi’s eyes rolling back in his head and he yowled. An hour or so ago and his claws would have left gouges in the table.
“Fuck, fuck, that feels ...” Yoongi didn’t know how it felt. Good wasn’t a strong enough word for the way Jungkook’s wet tongue slipped over his crinkled hole, the way his hands kept clenching in his ass, or the way his skin felt like it was on fire. Every firm swipe up his cleft left his dick throbbing, and Yoongi felt it pulse and drip precome to the table.
“Oh, god,” Yoongi moaned when Jungkook concentrated right on his entrance and licked around his rim before dipping his tongue into his body.
Yoongi had a brief thought about Jungkook strength-training his tongue with Taehyung and then lost it when a finger slid up his cleft and pressed against his entrance along with the tongue.
“Should I tease?” Jungkook whispered.
Yoongi glared behind him. “Don’t you fucking dare. Get your finger inside me.”
Jungkook chuckled. “I just didn’t want you to think that I wasn’t paying attention to your lessons.”
“Fuck you and fuck me!”
Jungkook’s eyes glazed over and he nodded, his mouth going right back to work. The finger slid into his body easily.
The faint sound of Jungkook’s phone ringing was almost buried under Yoongi’s moans. But they both heard it and Jungkook froze before going back to work.
Yoongi really wanted to ignore it, but it was Taehyung’s ringtone. “Get the phone, baby. Give it to me.”
Jungkook huffed, probably a little upset to leave Yoongi’s ass, but he was a good boy and got the phone from his pocket and handed it to Yoongi. He didn’t answer in time for the first call, but the phone started ringing almost immediately again.
“Back to work,” Yoongi said and answered it using the camera option right when Jungkook’s tongue went back to his ass. His hello was a little breathy.
“Yoongi, hi, where--fuck, is your hair blue?”
Yoongi smiled and realized he was purring just a little bit with Jungkook’s tongue in his ass. “Hm, yeah. Jimin-ie dyed and cut it. You like it?”
“Not as much as I love that eyeliner. Fuck, darling, you look so good.”
“Thanks.”
“Where’s Jungkook? I was calling to see if he wanted me to bring dinner.”
“Oh,” Yoongi said with a smile. “About that. He probably won’t be hungry. He’s already eating.” And Yoongi lifted the phone to the angle where Taehyung could see Jungkook’s face buried in his ass.
“Min Yoongi! What the fuck?”
Yoongi laughed. “He likes the blue hair, too.”
“And the pink nail polish,” Jungkook said, the words muffled.
“Oh, right, and the pink nail polish,” Yoongi said and moved a hand to show him.
“Pretty,” Taehyung said. “No wonder he jumped you.”
“Yeah, can’t really blame Jungkook at all.”
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Of course. Jungkook is really good with his tongue.”
Taehyung moaned. “He really is. Fuck. I still have an hour of work.”
Yoongi smiled. “Jungkook will be all warmed up for you when you get here.”
Taehyung glared at him. “You are such a tease. Let me talk to Jungkook-ie.”
“Do you really have to? I don’t want him to stop.”
“I need to talk to him. He doesn’t need to reply. Just lift the phone up again.”
Yoongi did, so Taehyung could see Jungkook.
“Jungkook-ie, are you listening?”
Jungkook nodded, the movement sliding his tongue up and down Yoongi’s cleft. His entire body quivered.
“Good boy. Two things until I get home. One, you are not allowed to come.”
Jungkook groaned in disappointment.
“No, no, you shush. Coming is a reward, isn’t it? You will be allowed to come if you pleasure Yoongi to his satisfaction, and that is number two. You do whatever Yoongi wants. Make sure you give him orgasms, okay? When I get there, we’ll have a talk about if you did a good job or not and then we’ll decide if you get to come. Lift up a hand if you understand.”
Jungkook did indeed lift up a hand, one with a certain middle finger in the air.
They both laughed at him.
“Yoongi, I’m going to try to invent a way to speed up time,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi smiled at him. “And with Jungkook’s tongue in my ass, I’m going to find a way to slow it down.”
Taehyung moaned. “Fuck, I’m going to have an erection for the rest of my shift.”
“Good thing you wear such loose clothes.”
“Yeah. Have fun, darling. Have lots and lots of fun.”
Yoongi’s eyes went to slits and his ears twitched. “I plan on it.”
Taehyung hung up abruptly and Yoongi set the phone on the table. He cushioned his head in his arms and sighed in contentment, his body relaxing and legs spreading more for Jungkook to pleasure.
“Add another finger, baby, get me all wet and sloppy with your spit.”
Jungkook moaned.
Yoongi wanted to complain when the finger left him, but Jungkook just used both hands to spread his ass open and get more of his tongue and mouth in his ass. He licked and sucked, the slurping noises echoing around the kitchen.
“Fingers, Kook-ie, fingers.”
Jungkook kept his grip with one hand and then two fingers pressed into him.
Yoongi moaned low at the stretch. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Good ... good. Please, please.”
Jungkook twisted his fingers, spread them and pumped them in and out of him. He kept his mouth and tongue close, licking at him between his fingers and keeping his body wet enough. And he was moaning, the sound vibrating up Yoongi’s spine.
“Fuck, fuck, hand ... on my dick, now. No-eow!” Yoongi demanded.
Jungkook reached under him and took his dick into his hand, pumping it to the same beat that he thrust his fingers into Yoongi’s body. The third finger stung, but the stretch is what he craved, what he needed. His hips dipped low, his ass curling up and thrusting back onto his fingers and forward into his fist. He pushed himself up to his hands, head tilted up, back arched low. His meow as the pleasure tore through him was loud in the kitchen and his taut body snapped, balls tightening, cock throbbing, and he released, shuddering and splattering his release all over the top of the table. His elbows collapsed and he just caught himself from face-planting right into the mess.
“God, so ... so ...” Jungkook’s fingers left his body and he went back with his tongue, pushing it in as deep as he could.
Yoongi clenched around it, gasping as Jungkook worked his dick at the same time until the orgasm stopped twisting through him.
“Fuck, that felt good,” Yoongi said and finally lowered his head onto the table where there wasn’t any come.
“Felt good on my fingers. You went so tight.”
Yoongi turned his head and smiled. He realized that his tail was still around Jungkook’s neck and decided that he really liked the way his pale fur stood out against Jungkook’s darker skin.
“Thank you, pretty. So far, only good things to tell Taehyung.”
Jungkook smiled.
“Help me up,” Yoongi said.
Jungkook slid his hands up Yoongi’s body. They wrapped around his stomach and then lifted. Jungkook’s body stayed strong behind him, giving him something to lean against partially while he wobbled and repositioned his knees.
His come gleamed white and wet all over the brown table top.
Yoongi smirked and picked up Jungkook’s phone. He took a picture and sent it to Taehyung with the caption, Jungkook-ie is such a good boy.
Taehyung sent back really dirty emoticons.
“Hm, Kook-ie. Carry me to the couch and then clean up your mess on the table, okay?”
Jungkook nodded. “Yes. I will. I’ll clean it up.”
Jungkook lifted him carefully and Yoongi turned in his arms, his tail finally slid off Jungkook’s neck and he rubbed his face against Jungkook’s strong shoulder. His skin was shimmering with sweat and Yoongi licked at it, enjoying a burst of flavor that was more pine than neutral.
And he was settled even more carefully on the couch, Jungkook’s muscles straining at the strange angle required to set him down. Yoongi hooked his legs around Jungkook’s waist and smiled up at him.
“Hurry up,” he whispered. “I’m barely ever satisfied with just one orgasm and I want your mouth on my dick.”
Jungkook whined and nodded. “I’ll hurry.”
Yoongi chuckled and released him. He sagged into the couch, his legs spread. He could still feel the way his channel clenched down, wanting something inside of it again. Maybe ... Maybe one of those toys. But really, he just wanted Jungkook’s dick.
He didn’t feel comfortable with that, not because it was sex, but because it didn’t seem right to have Jungkook’s dick inside him when he and Taehyung weren’t fucking yet. He had to wait just like they were waiting.
Wasn’t this all supposed to be about affection?
Yoongi figured that was mostly a lost cause because that orgasm and the next one weren’t about anything but sex and getting off.
His dick pulsed thinking of Jungkook’s mouth, his plump lower lip, his mouth opening around the shaft. He took himself in hand and stroked softly. It was still sensitive, but hardening up, ready for another orgasm.
It didn’t take Jungkook long to clean the table off and he was back in front of Yoongi in no time. Still naked. Still gorgeous. And half hard and thick and Yoongi’s mouth watered. He wanted to suck on Jungkook’s dick. But he didn’t want to make it too difficult to obey Taehyung. He wasn’t allowed a cock ring.
But maybe ... maybe Taehyung set it up to fail. He had mentioned spanking Jungkook before. He’d definitely think about that while Jungkook was sucking on him.
Yoongi smiled up at him. “Go get some lube. I want your fingers inside me while you suck on my dick.”
Jungkook moaned and hurried to the room to get lube from the sex drawer. Yoongi kept stroking himself in the meantime, and when Jungkook came back, Yoongi pointed at the floor and said, “Kneel.”
Jungkook dropped to his knees.
Yoongi slid down the couch a little more, lifting his legs and hooking them onto Jungkook’s shoulders. It bared his ass to the air and Jungkook’s eyes were trained on his dick that was mostly right in his face.
“Lube up your fingers and shove them inside me. I want three at once.”
Jungkook swallowed roughly and nodded. With Yoongi’s legs in the way, it took a few moments for Jungkook to get lube on his fingers and obey. The lube squelched dirty inside him when three fingers slid home.
Yoongi moaned, body twisting and tightening up against the sudden intrusion. “G-good ... g-good boy. Now suck me off.”
Jungkook moved closer to the couch, just to wrap his arm around Yoongi’s waist to support him, and then he lifted Yoongi higher, high enough to get his mouth on Yoongi’s dick and he swallowed him whole. No teasing. At all.
Yoongi yowled and felt himself pump precome into Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook moaned and bobbed his head, fingers twisting at the same time. It felt so good, so amazing. Held as he was, Yoongi couldn’t thrust up into his mouth or push back on the fingers. He was held up and still, the only thing giving away his pleasure was the way his toes curled where they hung loose over Jungkook’s shoulders and the way his tail waved before finding purchase around Jungkook’s body. His hands went to Jungkook’s hair, pulling on it as hard as he could in appreciation for his efforts.
And his efforts were perfect. Like Yoongi expected, he didn’t last long. It was weird to have a blowjob full of pleasure after months of ones used for pain or torture. His entrance clamped down on Jungkook’s fingers, his balls went tight again and his cock throbbed.
“Don’t ... don’t swallow,” Yoongi demanded. “Don’t ... don’t swallow. I’m going to come in your mouth and you can’t swallow it. Not yet.”
Jungkook whined but bobbed his head faster, every movement having Yoongi’s dick prodding the back of his throat and his face pressing to his stomach.
The orgasm wasn’t as violent as the first one. He felt it coming, felt the pleasure coil up before releasing. He whined high, the noise dropping to a moan as he came. Jungkook moaned in appreciation as his mouth flooded with Yoongi’s release. Like the good boy he was, he didn’t swallow.
Yoongi twisted his body on the fingers still inside him and he pouted because fuck he wanted a dick to slide into him while he was still on a high from an orgasm.
“Good, good boy. Let me down slowly.”
Jungkook lowered him back to the couch, not moving his mouth from Yoongi’s dick until Yoongi’s feet were on the floor and he was sitting up.
“Still have that mouthful?” Yoongi asked, cupping his cheek.
Jungkook nodded, eyes wide open, blown with want and pleasure. God, he looked amazing.
Yoongi smiled at him and picked up the phone from where he set it on the couch. He went to the camera and changed it to video to record, narrowing in on Jungkook’s face and then his mouth. He reached with his other finger and scratched at the beauty mark below his lower lip.
“Such a good boy to me. Come on, baby. Open your mouth and show Taehyung how good you are to me.”
Jungkook tilted his head a little bit and opened his mouth wide to show the pool of come on his tongue.
“See, Taehyung, he’s being so good.” Yoongi ran a finger along his wet lower lip and then shoved his fingers into Jungkoko’s mouth and onto his come-covered tongue. Jungkook gagged, but his mouth did not close. Yoongi played with the come on his fingers, some of it dripping onto Jungkook’s lips and cheek. He stuck his fingers back into his mouth.
“Good boy. Swallow your treat.”
Jungkook obeyed, closing his lips around Yoongi’s fingers and swallowing.
Yoongi moaned. “Such a good boy. Let’s go to the bed. I want to play with my toy some more.”
Jungkook’s face blushed a delicious pink, and Yoongi ended the video, ignored Jungkook for a moment to send it to Taehyung, and then leaned down to lick his lips and face clean.
“So good. You’re such a good boy.”
Jungkook turned almost red and he whimpered.
“Are you hard, baby?”
Jungkook nodded frantically. “Want to come.”
“You know you can’t. Not yet. You’ll get to soon. And I can’t wait to watch it, maybe return the favor and swallow you down and have you come down my throat.”
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Part 9: For Now, They Loved
Part 7: I've Got You. You're Okay.
Part 6: Can I Kiss You Yet?
Part 5: Slow. Go Slow.
Part 4: You Two Are Gross
Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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Pairing: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook, Seokjin/Jimin/Namjoon/Hobi (BTS)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I haven't yet decided if I'm still borrowing these guys or if they own my soul yet. I mean, who am I kidding, really? Especially Yoongi. He can own me whenever he wants even if I can't own him or his members.
Genre: catboy!Yoongi, catboy!Namjoon, catboy!Hobi
Warning: praise kink, muscle kink, a fair bit of dom/sub elements, and toys. lots of sappy fluff too.
Summary: Min Yoongi has a new owner. His new owner has a boyfriend. Between them and with them, Yoongi feels like he's losing himself. And Jungkook isn't too sure what to do with Yoongi even if Taehyung has already decided. Maybe together they can heal, grow, and fall in love.
Part 8:
Sunday...
Sunday, Yoongi felt much better. Both physically and mentally. He’d basked in the touches and kisses and orgasms from his lovers, and knew that he was allowed to call them that. Lovers. They were his lovers. Not his owners. Not his flatmates. Lovers.
His only complaint was the slight sting in his backside that was either from too many fingers or the fact that the fingers and mouths were sticky with whipped cream. Well, that wasn’t true. He also complained at how little whipped cream was actually in one of those spray cans.
Both Jungkook and Taehyung were at work, leaving Yoongi alone. Alone with his thoughts that he tried his best to shut up.
More doubts. That was all. He knew that Jungkook and Taehyung would reassure him that everything was okay and everything would be okay. It was just going to take Yoongi some time before he believed them. With everything moving so fast, the foundation wasn’t steady. It could collapse anytime. Yoongi had to trust in the strength of their love, both for each other and for whatever they felt for him. It was scary, and it was hard. And he was trying not to think about it.
He tried to read more of Naruto, but after what felt like the eightieth time of brushing hair out of his eyes, he remembered that he had been offered a haircut.
And really, he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts and self-doubt.
He didn’t have a key, but maybe he could stay in the salon for a few hours until Jungkook got home from work. That was still better than being by himself with only his self-doubt as company. And it was better than leaving the apartment unlocked.
He pulled on a pair of Jungkook’s basketball shorts and one of his large white T-shirts. Maybe he should let Taehyung buy him some clothes if he was going to go out often. He checked to make sure the leather collar was secure in the bathroom mirror and frowned at his reflection. He looked really boring. His lips were barely pink, his cheeks almost pale white. And the only color was under his eyes to show he wasn’t sleeping well. He didn't like it, but had no idea how to fix it. He wanted to look better. He hoped a haircut helped.
He pouted at himself and then left the room. He turned off the lights and slipped on shoes, locked the door behind him and headed down the stairs. He was shaking a little. This was the first time he’d been outside by himself in a long time. He’d run away once, found the next day and returned to the asshole who had forgotten that one time to lock the chain around his legs keeping him on the bed to be used when he wanted. He’d earned a couple broken toes for that.
It was scary to leave and be by himself and remember that he had an owner. And more importantly, he had an owner that wanted him.
He doubted he’d have done it if he actually had to go outside to get to the salon and there hadn’t been a door in the main hallway of the building. At the bottom of the stairs, he stopped and took a few deep breaths. And then he walked to the salon door. The first thing he saw was a customer in a chair and Jimin behind him.
Their eyes met, and Jimin smiled and waved him inside.
“Suga! Hi!”
Yoongi stopped at the door and sniffed the smell of hair products and understood Namjoon’s distaste. He’s glad that Jungkook smelled like coffee and cookies after work. And Taehyung always smelled like flowers.
“H-hi.”
The word was barely out of his mouth before he heard a sudden squeal from the left and a blur of red barrelled into him with a shout of his name.
Yoongi froze in place, claws out, ready to hiss, and then he relaxed and patted Hobi’s shoulder. “Hi, Hobi.”
“Hi, hyung. Can I call you hyung? Taehyung said you’re twenty-five, only Seokjin-ie is older than you, so is that okay if i call you hyung--”
“Yeah, that’s okay.”
Hobi squealed again. “It’s so good to see you again, you were supposed to come back on Friday and I was so sad when you didn’t. But oh my god, your collar is so pretty! Jimin, his collar is so pretty!”
“I can see that, baby,” Jimin said.
Hobi tugged on the ring and then fiddled with the tag. “This tag is amazing. I like my flower one, it reminds me of Jimin’s smile and Joon has a heart because he’s the love of Seokjin’s life, but wow. This one is awesome since Jungkook is a singer and a music writer. But oh my god, is that a hickey?”
He tugged the neck of the shirt down and bared Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi blushed and finally pulled away with a growl, tugging at the shirt to cover up.
Hobi laughed. “Sorry, hyung! Sorry.”
“Hobi, calm down, would you? And please ask Yoongi why he is here. Both Jungkook and Taehyung are at work. Did you need something?”
“Oh my god, are you okay, hyung?” Hobi said, his face taking on a concerned pout. “Do you need something?’
Yoongi bit his lower lip in the sudden silence, mentally squirming under their gazes. “Um ... Jimin-shi, you said you’d cut my hair,” he whispered.
“I did,” Jimin said. “It might be a little while because I have appointments until just after lunch, but I’ll do it then.”
“Oh, sorry, I ...”
“No, it’s okay, just come back at two and I’ll cut it.”
Yoongi rubbed his hands together and said, “About ... about that. Um, I locked the door, and I don’t have a key, to get into the apartment.”
“You can stay here!” Hobi shouted. “Right, Jimin-ie? He can stay here?”
Jimin smiled. “Yes, you can stay here.”
“You can play with me and take a nap on our pillow and we can eat pizza if you want,” Hobi said. “It’s going to be like a sleepover but during the day!”
“And you’ll do all that quietly,” Jimin reminded him.
Hobi zipped his lips shut and then smiled widely. “Come on, hyung! I was watching One Piece.” He pulled at Yoongi’s arm and tugged him through the salon to a back room that had a large pillow on the floor and a small TV on a table.
The room smelled a lot less like hair products and more like Namjoon’s cedar smell. Yoongi made a face. He couldn’t help it. The pillow was practically drenched in the stench.
“What?” Hobi frowned.
“Sorry. Just ... smells like Namjoon.”
Hobi nodded solemnly. “I know. He’s so possessive of all the spaces. I can’t get it out of anything. And if I try, he just comes back and practically pisses on everything. Not really, but he may as well with the way he marks his territory. Seokjin ALWAYS smells like him. One time I purposely held onto Seokjin’s hip for a few hours, just to have part of his skin that smelled like me, and about five minutes after I let go, Namjoon was rubbing himself against him. Which wasn’t horrible, I mean, it turned into sex for all three of us, but really. He doesn’t like the chemical smell in here, so he’s always just ... exuding. I don’t know. I don’t care. I like how he smells anyway. But yeah. I get why you don’t like it. We don’t have to stay in here. ChimChim doesn’t mind if we sit on the couch outside.
“No, no, this is okay.”
“Yay!” He threw his arms up in the air and danced and then jumped onto the large pillow. “Come on!” He patted the space next to him.
Yoongi sat on the pillow slowly. He probably should have seen the sudden arms around him coming and the way Hobi pulled him back onto the pillow. He flailed in surprise and then settled down, with Hobi behind him, his arms around Yoongi’s waist and his face in Yoongi’s neck.
“Wow, you really smell like Taehyung today, though based on that hicky, I’m not surprised. I’m so glad that you’re having fun with them and that they’re being nice to you, and wow, that collar is so nice. It must have been expensive.”
“I-it w-was.”
“I’m kind of jealous. Next time I get a new one, I’m going to get a leather one like that. Have you seen One Piece before?”
Yoongi shook his head. “N-no. Not for a long time, anyway.”
“It’ll be fun!”
And it was fun. Hobi laughed at everything and Yoongi felt himself relax. He’d been worried about being distant with the over-eager, hyper cat, but he felt like he belonged with Hobi, like he’d known Hobi his entire life. He didn’t even care when Hobi snuggled close to him and played with his hair. Or when Hobi kissed his cheek before they fell asleep after eating reheated pizza. And he didn’t care when Hobi rolled on top of them during their nap and just readjusted and slept with his comforting body weight on top of him. He didn't care when Hobi woke him up a couple hours later.
At all.
And wasn’t that saying something.
He just smiled and lifted his arms and let Hobi wrap him in a hug and sit him up.
“Jimin is ready for you now if you want to go get your haircut. Are you going to dye it too? It would look really good if it was blue.”
“I’ve never had my hair dyed before.”
“Jimin-ie will talk to you about it.” He stood up and held out his hand. Yoongi took it and let Hobi pull him first to his feet and then into a hug. “I had a lot of fun with you today, hyung. The nap was really good, too. Joon snores really loud and you’re so quiet and comfy. I like hugging you.”
Yoongi smiled against his shoulder and said, “I liked sleeping with you, too. Maybe instead of staying down here at the salon you can come upstairs and hang out with me?”
“Oh my god, I’d love to do that!”
Yoongi grinned and followed him out to the main room. Jimin stood behind the main counter, flipping through receipts when the entered. He smiled up at them.
“You ready, Suga?”
Yoongi nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready.”
“You should dye his hair blue!” Hobi said. “Wouldn’t he look pretty?”
“He always looks pretty,” Jimin said with a smile. “Do you want your hair dyed?”
“I’ve never had it dyed before, so I don’t know.”
“It’d be interesting to at least try it. I have hair dye that is only semi-permanent, so it washes out after a couple weeks. Should we try that?”
Yoongi bit his lip and then nodded. “That’d be okay.”
“Great. Let me get you all washed up and cut your hair and we’ll go from there.”
Jimin’s fingers were soft in his hair, not pulling or tugging the way Yoongi was used to. He was so careful with his ears, too, covering them with a protective hair cap before applying the dye. He blabbered on about how pretty Yoongi was, how soft his hair was, how he fell in love with Hobi and Seokjin and Namjoon, and how they were all so happy together. And he talked about how he met Taehyung when Taehyung came in for a haircut and that led to him meeting Jungkook but that was before they were dating.
“Ugh, they were so grossly in love with each other,” Jimin said. “I couldn’t stand how dumb they both were.”
Yoongi covered his mouth and giggled. “They still are pretty dumb.”
“They’re both smiling more lately, though. It’s either because of you or because they’re finally fucking.”
“Must be me then,” Yoongi said.
Jimin sighed. “Still not fucking?”
“Nope. Everything but that.”
“Those boys. I think Taehyung is worried about being too much like his ex and Jungkook is too scared to ask for what he wants.”
“I’m neither of those things,” Yoongi said. “Maybe I can ...”
Jimin nodded. “Maybe you can help. With you between them, maybe they’ll be more eager to take that last step.”
The dye job and the cut took longer than Yoongi expected, but when Jimin was done, his hair was bright blue and short, no longer falling into his eyes or on the back of his neck. Jimin blow-dried it and styled it a little bit and Yoongi couldn’t keep his eyes off himself. With his hair blue, the yellower tinges of his fur were more noticeable and his eyes were almost too blue.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Hobi said.
Yoongi frowned.
“You don’t think so?”
Yoongi blushed and glanced away from himself. “Not-not really. I ... I mean, people seem to think so, but ...”
Hobi whistled low and shook his head. “I’d kill to be as pretty as you.”
“Hey, you are pretty, Hobi,” Jimin said and kissed Hobi’s cheek.
“Not like that,” he nodded at Yoongi.
Jimin sighed. “Well, true, but you’re pretty in your own way.”
“It’s sad you don’t think you’re pretty,” Hobi said. “I hope that Taehyung and Jungkook convince you of that.”
“Me, too,” Jimin said and took his hand. “Hey, your nails are kind of long. Do you want me to cut them?”
Yoongi glanced around the salon.
“Don’t worry. I don’t have any appointments for the rest of the day. I’m just available for walk-ins now, but I won’t put out my sign and I’ll pamper you a bit.”
Yoongi blushed and nodded. “I’d like that. I kind of hurt Taehyung yesterday by accident.”
“It happens with claws.”
Jimin tugged him over to another chair and another table, one that had nail products on it. “Yuri is my nail girl, but she didn’t have appointments this afternoon. She won’t mind if I borrow her things.”
“Yes, she will,” Hobi said under his breath.
Jimin ignored him. He clipped the sharp tips off his claws and then hummed in appreciation for them. “They’re really thick and healthy.” He filed them more into curves and buffed them shiny. When his eyes widened in mischief, Yoongi looked at him in trepidation.
“Want me to paint them?”
Yoongi looked down at his nails and tried to picture them red or blue or ... “What color?”
“Any color you want?”
Jimin cooed at him when he picked out pink. He’d almost gone for the black just to look ... tough, but he was trying to not be that cat anymore. And he really liked the pink that looked like bubblegum.
“I can do your toes too,” Jimin said.
Yoongi blushed when he agreed to that a little too fast, and Hobi laughed at him.
Before the afternoon was gone, he’d had his toenails and fingernails cut and painted, his hair dyed and cut, and eyeliner on his eyes and lip gloss on his lip and something shimmered baby pink on his cheeks.
Jimin even taught him how to put the eyeliner on and let him keep it and the lip gloss.
“Wow, your eyes are so pretty,” Hobi said.
“You keep saying that,” Yoongi said, glancing at himself in the mirror. He blushed and looked away. He did look pretty.
“Do you believe it yet?”
Yoongi blushed and then nodded. “Y-yeah. They are really pretty.”
“And perfect timing,” Jimin said. “Look who’s here.”
Yoongi turned too fast and saw Jungkook walk by the salon. He waved at Jimin, his eyes fell on Yoongi, and he stopped, his foot still in the air, his hand in an awkward half-curled wave near his body.
Jimin and Hobi laughed, and Yoongi waved his fingers at him.
That got him moving again and he burst through the door with a “Hyung, what the fuck?”
None of them knew what hyung he was talking to, but it was Jimin who answered. “Hi, Jungkook. We’ve been hanging out with Yoongi today. Do you like the hair?”
Yoongi blushed and looked away from the intense gaze that Jungkook held him with.
“He is gorgeous,” Jungkook finally said, and Yoongi whined and turned away, arms curling around himself in embarrassment.
Hobi and Jimin laughed. “So we’ve been telling him. And if he doesn’t believe us, then he sure as hell will believe that erection. Damn, Jungkook, is that monster what you’ve been depriving us of when we ask for an orgy?”
“Fuck off,” Jungkook said and gripped Yoongi’s arm and pulled him toward the door. “Thanks, hyung. Bye guys, we’ll ... uh ... we’ll see you tomorrow.”
Yoongi turned enough to shout a good bye and a thank you at them before Jungkook was dragging him through the hall and up the stairs. He really wanted to protest but found he didn’t really mind.
When they were in the apartment and Jungkook picked him up with hands on his ass and pressed him to the front door for a heavy kiss, he really really didn’t mind.
“Gorgeous,” was the first intelligible word out of Jungkook’s mouth.
Yoongi did not want intelligible. He dove back into the kiss and dragged his now blunt nails over the back of Jungkook’s neck and up into his hair. He wasn’t able to move, relying on Jungkook’s thrusts to rub on his erection. But it was awkward and not enough, and he wanted skin. More skin.
“Skin. More ... more skin.”
Jungkook growled his agreement. His hold tightened on Yoongi’s thighs and he spun around, carrying him, and Yoongi’s head went light. God, with his dick and his muscles, Jungkook could probably fuck him standing up even without a wall for support.
Yoongi expected to be pressed against a wall or taken to the couch. He wasn’t expecting to be settled on the table, legs tightening around Jungkook’s waist. This put his mouth above Jungkook’s and Jungkook tilted up to keep their kiss heavy.
“Skin,” Yoongi said, tightening his grip in Jungkook’s hair with one hand and pulling his head back. He used his other hand to pull on his T-shirt.
Jungkook whined in agreement and eagerness and yanked the shirt up and over Yoongi’s head. His hands went to Yoongi’s waist, but Yoongi pulled at the back of Jungkook’s shirt until it was over his head and flying somewhere into the kitchen.
Jungkook’s mouth went right to his nipple, and Yoongi yowled in surprise. It felt so good, each swipe of his tongue caused a pulse of pleasure down to his dick. He kept his hands in Jungkook’s hair, pulling in appreciation.
“Want, god, want to taste you,” Jungkook moaned. “Want to lick you and suck on you and ...” Jungkook’s mouth went to his neck, to the collar ... and ... god, not the collar, but the ring. He licked at the skin inside the ring and kept trying to articulate all the things he wanted to do to Yoongi.
Yoongi’s head went light at all the possibilities. He squirmed on the table, legs spreading and decided he wanted to be naked. Now. He used his knee first and then his foot to push at Jungkook’s rock-hard stomach.
Jungkook backed away with panic in his eyes.
Yoongi smirked at him. “Take off your clothes, pretty boy. Now.”
The panic blurred into lust, and he moaned and obeyed. Yoongi obeyed his own command, stripping down to nothing. He hissed at the cold tabletop on his ass. Jungkook stepped back into the cage of his legs when they were both naked and they kissed again. His hands were so firm on Yoongi’s skin, sliding up and down his back and his sides, and then along his thighs.
“What ... what do you want?” Jungkook asked. “Tell me what to do.”
Yoongi wanted Jungkook to just do what he wanted, but he knew at this point that Jungkook definitely prefered direction. He wanted a blowjob eventually. He wanted Jungkook’s dick eventually.
“Anything I want?” Yoongi said.
Jungkook swallowed and nodded. “Anything.”
Yoongi licked his lips and lifted an eyebrow. “Well, Muscles, what about what you want? You took me to the table. That makes me think that you want something to eat.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened and he whined low in his throat.
“Want something to eat, pretty baby?”
Jungkook nodded, still whining.
“Use words.”
“Yes, yes, I want to eat you.”
Yoongi laughed. He twisted around, Jungkook’s hands staying on his skin to keep him steady. He kneeled on the edge of the table, his feet hanging free. He steadied himself, sliding his knees apart for balance. He grabbed his T-shirt for between his cheek and the table. It smelled like Jungkook and he inhaled deeply.
Jungkook ran his hands up the back of his thighs and then to his ass.
Yoongi hummed in encouragement and wrapped his tail around a bicep and then around Jungkook’s neck.
Jungkook’s breath stopped in a wet choking noise, and Yoongi glanced behind him, smiling at the vision of a naked Jungkook with Yoongi’s tail keeping him captive.
“Problem?” he asked.
Jungkook shook his head.
“Get to eating then, pretty baby.”
Jungkook’s eyes practically rolled back in his head and he spread Yoongi’s ass with his large strong hands, fingers digging into the muscles.
The first touch of his tongue had Yoongi’s eyes rolling back in his head and he yowled. An hour or so ago and his claws would have left gouges in the table.
“Fuck, fuck, that feels ...” Yoongi didn’t know how it felt. Good wasn’t a strong enough word for the way Jungkook’s wet tongue slipped over his crinkled hole, the way his hands kept clenching in his ass, or the way his skin felt like it was on fire. Every firm swipe up his cleft left his dick throbbing, and Yoongi felt it pulse and drip precome to the table.
“Oh, god,” Yoongi moaned when Jungkook concentrated right on his entrance and licked around his rim before dipping his tongue into his body.
Yoongi had a brief thought about Jungkook strength-training his tongue with Taehyung and then lost it when a finger slid up his cleft and pressed against his entrance along with the tongue.
“Should I tease?” Jungkook whispered.
Yoongi glared behind him. “Don’t you fucking dare. Get your finger inside me.”
Jungkook chuckled. “I just didn’t want you to think that I wasn’t paying attention to your lessons.”
“Fuck you and fuck me!”
Jungkook’s eyes glazed over and he nodded, his mouth going right back to work. The finger slid into his body easily.
The faint sound of Jungkook’s phone ringing was almost buried under Yoongi’s moans. But they both heard it and Jungkook froze before going back to work.
Yoongi really wanted to ignore it, but it was Taehyung’s ringtone. “Get the phone, baby. Give it to me.”
Jungkook huffed, probably a little upset to leave Yoongi’s ass, but he was a good boy and got the phone from his pocket and handed it to Yoongi. He didn’t answer in time for the first call, but the phone started ringing almost immediately again.
“Back to work,” Yoongi said and answered it using the camera option right when Jungkook’s tongue went back to his ass. His hello was a little breathy.
“Yoongi, hi, where--fuck, is your hair blue?”
Yoongi smiled and realized he was purring just a little bit with Jungkook’s tongue in his ass. “Hm, yeah. Jimin-ie dyed and cut it. You like it?”
“Not as much as I love that eyeliner. Fuck, darling, you look so good.”
“Thanks.”
“Where’s Jungkook? I was calling to see if he wanted me to bring dinner.”
“Oh,” Yoongi said with a smile. “About that. He probably won’t be hungry. He’s already eating.” And Yoongi lifted the phone to the angle where Taehyung could see Jungkook’s face buried in his ass.
“Min Yoongi! What the fuck?”
Yoongi laughed. “He likes the blue hair, too.”
“And the pink nail polish,” Jungkook said, the words muffled.
“Oh, right, and the pink nail polish,” Yoongi said and moved a hand to show him.
“Pretty,” Taehyung said. “No wonder he jumped you.”
“Yeah, can’t really blame Jungkook at all.”
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Of course. Jungkook is really good with his tongue.”
Taehyung moaned. “He really is. Fuck. I still have an hour of work.”
Yoongi smiled. “Jungkook will be all warmed up for you when you get here.”
Taehyung glared at him. “You are such a tease. Let me talk to Jungkook-ie.”
“Do you really have to? I don’t want him to stop.”
“I need to talk to him. He doesn’t need to reply. Just lift the phone up again.”
Yoongi did, so Taehyung could see Jungkook.
“Jungkook-ie, are you listening?”
Jungkook nodded, the movement sliding his tongue up and down Yoongi’s cleft. His entire body quivered.
“Good boy. Two things until I get home. One, you are not allowed to come.”
Jungkook groaned in disappointment.
“No, no, you shush. Coming is a reward, isn’t it? You will be allowed to come if you pleasure Yoongi to his satisfaction, and that is number two. You do whatever Yoongi wants. Make sure you give him orgasms, okay? When I get there, we’ll have a talk about if you did a good job or not and then we’ll decide if you get to come. Lift up a hand if you understand.”
Jungkook did indeed lift up a hand, one with a certain middle finger in the air.
They both laughed at him.
“Yoongi, I’m going to try to invent a way to speed up time,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi smiled at him. “And with Jungkook’s tongue in my ass, I’m going to find a way to slow it down.”
Taehyung moaned. “Fuck, I’m going to have an erection for the rest of my shift.”
“Good thing you wear such loose clothes.”
“Yeah. Have fun, darling. Have lots and lots of fun.”
Yoongi’s eyes went to slits and his ears twitched. “I plan on it.”
Taehyung hung up abruptly and Yoongi set the phone on the table. He cushioned his head in his arms and sighed in contentment, his body relaxing and legs spreading more for Jungkook to pleasure.
“Add another finger, baby, get me all wet and sloppy with your spit.”
Jungkook moaned.
Yoongi wanted to complain when the finger left him, but Jungkook just used both hands to spread his ass open and get more of his tongue and mouth in his ass. He licked and sucked, the slurping noises echoing around the kitchen.
“Fingers, Kook-ie, fingers.”
Jungkook kept his grip with one hand and then two fingers pressed into him.
Yoongi moaned low at the stretch. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Good ... good. Please, please.”
Jungkook twisted his fingers, spread them and pumped them in and out of him. He kept his mouth and tongue close, licking at him between his fingers and keeping his body wet enough. And he was moaning, the sound vibrating up Yoongi’s spine.
“Fuck, fuck, hand ... on my dick, now. No-eow!” Yoongi demanded.
Jungkook reached under him and took his dick into his hand, pumping it to the same beat that he thrust his fingers into Yoongi’s body. The third finger stung, but the stretch is what he craved, what he needed. His hips dipped low, his ass curling up and thrusting back onto his fingers and forward into his fist. He pushed himself up to his hands, head tilted up, back arched low. His meow as the pleasure tore through him was loud in the kitchen and his taut body snapped, balls tightening, cock throbbing, and he released, shuddering and splattering his release all over the top of the table. His elbows collapsed and he just caught himself from face-planting right into the mess.
“God, so ... so ...” Jungkook’s fingers left his body and he went back with his tongue, pushing it in as deep as he could.
Yoongi clenched around it, gasping as Jungkook worked his dick at the same time until the orgasm stopped twisting through him.
“Fuck, that felt good,” Yoongi said and finally lowered his head onto the table where there wasn’t any come.
“Felt good on my fingers. You went so tight.”
Yoongi turned his head and smiled. He realized that his tail was still around Jungkook’s neck and decided that he really liked the way his pale fur stood out against Jungkook’s darker skin.
“Thank you, pretty. So far, only good things to tell Taehyung.”
Jungkook smiled.
“Help me up,” Yoongi said.
Jungkook slid his hands up Yoongi’s body. They wrapped around his stomach and then lifted. Jungkook’s body stayed strong behind him, giving him something to lean against partially while he wobbled and repositioned his knees.
His come gleamed white and wet all over the brown table top.
Yoongi smirked and picked up Jungkook’s phone. He took a picture and sent it to Taehyung with the caption, Jungkook-ie is such a good boy.
Taehyung sent back really dirty emoticons.
“Hm, Kook-ie. Carry me to the couch and then clean up your mess on the table, okay?”
Jungkook nodded. “Yes. I will. I’ll clean it up.”
Jungkook lifted him carefully and Yoongi turned in his arms, his tail finally slid off Jungkook’s neck and he rubbed his face against Jungkook’s strong shoulder. His skin was shimmering with sweat and Yoongi licked at it, enjoying a burst of flavor that was more pine than neutral.
And he was settled even more carefully on the couch, Jungkook’s muscles straining at the strange angle required to set him down. Yoongi hooked his legs around Jungkook’s waist and smiled up at him.
“Hurry up,” he whispered. “I’m barely ever satisfied with just one orgasm and I want your mouth on my dick.”
Jungkook whined and nodded. “I’ll hurry.”
Yoongi chuckled and released him. He sagged into the couch, his legs spread. He could still feel the way his channel clenched down, wanting something inside of it again. Maybe ... Maybe one of those toys. But really, he just wanted Jungkook’s dick.
He didn’t feel comfortable with that, not because it was sex, but because it didn’t seem right to have Jungkook’s dick inside him when he and Taehyung weren’t fucking yet. He had to wait just like they were waiting.
Wasn’t this all supposed to be about affection?
Yoongi figured that was mostly a lost cause because that orgasm and the next one weren’t about anything but sex and getting off.
His dick pulsed thinking of Jungkook’s mouth, his plump lower lip, his mouth opening around the shaft. He took himself in hand and stroked softly. It was still sensitive, but hardening up, ready for another orgasm.
It didn’t take Jungkook long to clean the table off and he was back in front of Yoongi in no time. Still naked. Still gorgeous. And half hard and thick and Yoongi’s mouth watered. He wanted to suck on Jungkook’s dick. But he didn’t want to make it too difficult to obey Taehyung. He wasn’t allowed a cock ring.
But maybe ... maybe Taehyung set it up to fail. He had mentioned spanking Jungkook before. He’d definitely think about that while Jungkook was sucking on him.
Yoongi smiled up at him. “Go get some lube. I want your fingers inside me while you suck on my dick.”
Jungkook moaned and hurried to the room to get lube from the sex drawer. Yoongi kept stroking himself in the meantime, and when Jungkook came back, Yoongi pointed at the floor and said, “Kneel.”
Jungkook dropped to his knees.
Yoongi slid down the couch a little more, lifting his legs and hooking them onto Jungkook’s shoulders. It bared his ass to the air and Jungkook’s eyes were trained on his dick that was mostly right in his face.
“Lube up your fingers and shove them inside me. I want three at once.”
Jungkook swallowed roughly and nodded. With Yoongi’s legs in the way, it took a few moments for Jungkook to get lube on his fingers and obey. The lube squelched dirty inside him when three fingers slid home.
Yoongi moaned, body twisting and tightening up against the sudden intrusion. “G-good ... g-good boy. Now suck me off.”
Jungkook moved closer to the couch, just to wrap his arm around Yoongi’s waist to support him, and then he lifted Yoongi higher, high enough to get his mouth on Yoongi’s dick and he swallowed him whole. No teasing. At all.
Yoongi yowled and felt himself pump precome into Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook moaned and bobbed his head, fingers twisting at the same time. It felt so good, so amazing. Held as he was, Yoongi couldn’t thrust up into his mouth or push back on the fingers. He was held up and still, the only thing giving away his pleasure was the way his toes curled where they hung loose over Jungkook’s shoulders and the way his tail waved before finding purchase around Jungkook’s body. His hands went to Jungkook’s hair, pulling on it as hard as he could in appreciation for his efforts.
And his efforts were perfect. Like Yoongi expected, he didn’t last long. It was weird to have a blowjob full of pleasure after months of ones used for pain or torture. His entrance clamped down on Jungkook’s fingers, his balls went tight again and his cock throbbed.
“Don’t ... don’t swallow,” Yoongi demanded. “Don’t ... don’t swallow. I’m going to come in your mouth and you can’t swallow it. Not yet.”
Jungkook whined but bobbed his head faster, every movement having Yoongi’s dick prodding the back of his throat and his face pressing to his stomach.
The orgasm wasn’t as violent as the first one. He felt it coming, felt the pleasure coil up before releasing. He whined high, the noise dropping to a moan as he came. Jungkook moaned in appreciation as his mouth flooded with Yoongi’s release. Like the good boy he was, he didn’t swallow.
Yoongi twisted his body on the fingers still inside him and he pouted because fuck he wanted a dick to slide into him while he was still on a high from an orgasm.
“Good, good boy. Let me down slowly.”
Jungkook lowered him back to the couch, not moving his mouth from Yoongi’s dick until Yoongi’s feet were on the floor and he was sitting up.
“Still have that mouthful?” Yoongi asked, cupping his cheek.
Jungkook nodded, eyes wide open, blown with want and pleasure. God, he looked amazing.
Yoongi smiled at him and picked up the phone from where he set it on the couch. He went to the camera and changed it to video to record, narrowing in on Jungkook’s face and then his mouth. He reached with his other finger and scratched at the beauty mark below his lower lip.
“Such a good boy to me. Come on, baby. Open your mouth and show Taehyung how good you are to me.”
Jungkook tilted his head a little bit and opened his mouth wide to show the pool of come on his tongue.
“See, Taehyung, he’s being so good.” Yoongi ran a finger along his wet lower lip and then shoved his fingers into Jungkoko’s mouth and onto his come-covered tongue. Jungkook gagged, but his mouth did not close. Yoongi played with the come on his fingers, some of it dripping onto Jungkook’s lips and cheek. He stuck his fingers back into his mouth.
“Good boy. Swallow your treat.”
Jungkook obeyed, closing his lips around Yoongi’s fingers and swallowing.
Yoongi moaned. “Such a good boy. Let’s go to the bed. I want to play with my toy some more.”
Jungkook’s face blushed a delicious pink, and Yoongi ended the video, ignored Jungkook for a moment to send it to Taehyung, and then leaned down to lick his lips and face clean.
“So good. You’re such a good boy.”
Jungkook turned almost red and he whimpered.
“Are you hard, baby?”
Jungkook nodded frantically. “Want to come.”
“You know you can’t. Not yet. You’ll get to soon. And I can’t wait to watch it, maybe return the favor and swallow you down and have you come down my throat.”
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Part 9: For Now, They Loved
Part 7: I've Got You. You're Okay.
Part 6: Can I Kiss You Yet?
Part 5: Slow. Go Slow.
Part 4: You Two Are Gross
Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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