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By the time Yoongi wakes up at noon, the house is empty, the rest of the boys having decided it’s best not to try to bother Yoongi before he’s ready to open his eyes naturally. Yoongi has never been a morning person, and he’s especially not happy if he’s woken up against his will, and his friends, knowing this, were smart and made sure to stay quiet as they ate breakfast, got ready for the day, and embarked on their own little adventures for one of the only free days of their vacation.
Seokjin had invited the entire friend group to his parents’ vacation home for a boys’ getaway to celebrate the youngest, Jungkook, starting his last semester of university. Seokjin was so proud of his dongsaeng for sticking with university, especially since Jungkook has never really been to follow anything through. He gets bored too easily, the ADHD constantly having him all over the place.
But he’s stuck with university for the last four years, not even changing his major, and so, as a gift to him for making it as far as he has, Seokjin decided that the entire group should get together for a guys’ “weekend” at his parents’ mansion in the mountains before Jungkook has to go back to classes—that weekend away was actually two weeks away.
It’s a beautiful mansion, open and contemporary with post and beam construction and a panoramic vista that sweeps over a picturesque view of mountains and rolling hills in the distance, blanketed in lush greenery. It’s basically Yoongi’s wet dream, the interior design lover within him always appreciating the thought and care that went into every detail of the place.
They’re here for two weeks, and a week has already passed. The majority of their time here was planned down to the T for the first week, but now that Seokjin has succeeded in showing his six friends everything that this place has to offer—ranging from a dance hall that had both a jazz night (for Taehyung) and a line dancing night (for Hobi and Jimin) to an indoor trampoline park and laser tag (for Jungkook) and a museum (for Namjoon).
There was nothing really specific to Yoongi when it came to group activities, but Seokjin did schedule a day where it was just him and Yoongi attending a wood working class together while the other guys had free reign to do whatever they wanted (and of course, they’d decided on day-drinking and Mario Party).
The wood working class was really fun, and Yoongi preened when Seokjin asked if they could trade projects. Yoongi had given Seokjin the cutting board he’d made, and in return, Seokjin gave him the wooden box he’d made, telling Yoongi that it can be for his dozens of guitar picks that he knows he’s always misplacing.
Yoongi loves it, having placed the box on the table by his bed for the duration they’re here. When they leave, he already knows he’s going to put it on his bedside table at home, too.
He remembers blushing when Seokjin said that his cutting board was too pretty to mark up, but he couldn’t wait to do so regardless. Part of Yoongi felt like there was a double meaning to those words.
Yoongi dresses himself in a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a pink crop top. The sweats are fuzzy, but slightly tight around Yoongi’s ass—he doesn’t mind, because it’s a small price he pays for pants that actually fit around his hips—and the crop top has skeleton hands over Yoongi’s chest, cupping where his breasts should be.
The shirt was a gag gift from Taehyung a few years ago, right before Yoongi had his top surgery. Yoongi remembers that the boys had all thrown him a party as a “celebration of the death of his tits,” which made Yoongi laugh, because he actually has a sense of humor—they’d called it a “boob voyage party.” He remembers when Taehyung had given him the bag that held the crop top in it, his face beet red despite the fact he was grinning evilly as he watched Yoongi pull the shirt out and hold it up against his torso.
It’s become one of his favorite tops.
Yoongi still has all of the memorabilia from the party they’d thrown him prior to top surgery. Jungkook had gifted Yoongi a sticker he’d personally made of a calculator that spelled out BOOBLESS; Yoongi put the sticker on his laptop when he’d gotten home that night. Namjoon had gifted him a “boob job kit,” which was just a bag with two balloons in it and a note stapled to it with instructions that read inflate, tie, and insert into bra (caution: avoid sharp corners!); Yoongi keeps it in the drawer of his nightstand to serve as a laugh-inducer whenever he opens the drawer. Jimin gifted him a pin of a chest with mastectomy scars and a banner that read no titty committee; Yoongi put it on his everyday crossbody bag. Hoseok had given him a card with a rainbow and graphic letters that said SO HAPPY FOR YOUR LOSS!; Yoongi keeps it propped up on his dresser.
The funniest gift of all, in Yoongi’s mind, had been the trash bag that Seokjin had given him. “To throw your binders in since you won’t be needing them anymore,” he’d told him.
Once he’s dressed, Yoongi makes his way downstairs to the kitchen, flanked closely by Holly, whom he’d brought with them, because it was that or drop Holly off at his parents’ house. While Yoongi knows his parents adore Holly, he also didn’t wanna be away from his pup for two weeks, so he brought him with.
Holly loves this mansion, and is always exploring, so the only time Yoongi really sees him is when he goes to bed at night and when he wakes up.
Once he enters the kitchen, Yoongi immediately bends down and grabs Holly’s food bowl, placing it on the counter by the tub of food he’d brought with them, and then returns it to its spot in the corner. Next, he grabs Holly’s water bowl and heads to the sink.
Yoongi is quite short, so he has to stand on his tip-toes to reach the pot-filler spigot in order to fill Holly’s water bowl. He stands on his tip-toes, eyebrows scrunched as he stretches to turn the faucet on and hold the bowl under the water stream. Because of this, he’s not paying attention to anything else happening around him, so he doesn’t catch it when Seokjin enters the kitchen.
The eldest of the friend group stops at the entrance, his eyes fixated on Yoongi, and more specifically on Yoongi’s ass. It’s soft, supple, and so perfectly round. In Seokjin’s opinion, the only ass in their friend group that’s better than Yoongi’s is Jimin’s.
Seokjin would be lying if he were to try to say he doesn’t imagine how Yoongi’s ass might feel under his fingertips. He’s always wondered if Yoongi’s ass is as squishy and soft as it looks, but it’s never been a thought he’s ever considered acting on.
He watches Yoongi fill the water bowl for Holly, and Seokjin thinks back to the way Yoongi smiled at him when they’d finished their woodworking class together and Seokjin had gifted him the wooden box he’d made him. He thought of the blush that had dusted Yoongi’s cheeks, and the giggle Yoongi’d let out when Seokjin told him he could use it for all of his guitar picks he’s always misplacing.
Seokjin makes a split second decision.
He crosses the kitchen, closing the distance between them, and stops only when he’s right behind Yoongi. He’s so close to him that all Seokjin has to do is lean forward and his chest will be pressed against Yoongi’s back, his crotch pressed into that round ass.
He does, in fact, lean forward, and he places a hand on Yoongi’s ass.
And he squeezes.
Soft, at first. But then, he squeezes again, and it’s a much rougher squeeze.
Yoongi squeaks, jumping and nearly spilling the water everywhere, but by the time he’s whirled around, Seokjin is already moving away from him. “Wh—hyung—you—I—wha—” he sputters, completely caught off guard. Did Seokjin just grab his ass, or is Yoongi hallucinating that? Did he really just come up to him, press himself against Yoongi’s backside, and squeeze his ass twice?
Nah. No way Seokjin would do that. He’s never done it before.
Would he do that?
He totally just did that.
Yoongi stares at Seokjin, wide-eyed with his mouth agape, but Seokjin just smirks at him, shrugs, and leaves the kitchen.
He leaves Yoongi there to drown in his overthinking.
The rest of the day is spent spiraling further and further downward as Yoongi continues to try to forget what happened earlier. He fails, though. He fails miserably, and he ends up driving himself up the wall the rest of the afternoon thinking about the incident.
He can’t get it out of his mind, no matter how hard he tries.
Even when the other guys return, and everyone gathers in the kitchen and living room to hang out while dinner is cooked, Yoongi can’t get it out of his head. He regrets having offered to be the one to help Seokjin cook every night when they’d first arrived now that he had to work alongside him and try to act like just hours prior, Seokjin’s hand wasn’t groping his ass in this very kitchen.
“Oh, Yoons, you’re wearing the shirt again!” Taehyung says when he comes into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and sees Yoongi in the famous crop top while he’s cutting onions to add to the soup broth Seokjin is simmering on the stove.
“Yes,” Yoongi says, nodding his head. “You know it’s my favorite top.”
Taehyung smiles devilishly as he very noticeably gives Yoongi a look-over. “Looks as good on you as the day I gave it to you,” he says before leaving the kitchen, a beer in each hand.
Yoongi blushes, and he keeps his eyes down at the onions as he cuts them.
He does not catch the way Seokjin watches him the rest of the time they prepare dinner.
Yoongi retreats upstairs to his room as soon as dinner was over. Taehyung offers to do the dishes, as he always does, claiming it’s his way of saying thank you to Seokjin and Yoongi for having cooked for all of them. It was no easy task, cooking for seven people—especially when all of them could eat and eat and eat and still be hungry two hours later.
Especially when one of them was Jungkook, who ate nonstop and seemed to be hungry twenty-four-seven.
Yoongi locks himself in his room, putting his headphones on, and lay atop his bedding to cuddle with Holly while he listens to a new audiobook he’s had his eyes on—a romance novel that caught his eye while he was on TikTok.
Yoongi is not ashamed to admit he loves trashy romance novels with explicit smut.
After a while, he moves from his bed to the balcony outside of his room, nestling himself into the wooden chair facing the horizon. It’s only around nine o’clock at night, so nobody in the house is asleep yet. Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin are playing catch in the lawn below, while Namjoon is reading on his phone while seated in a lawn chair of his own, situated next to the pool.
Yoongi’s breath hitches when his eyes land on the pool below, and he was met with the sight of a shirtless, soaked Seokjin doing laps back and forth in the heated water.
He freezes when Seokjin stops in the middle of the pool, standing fully upright, and brings his hands up to brush his wet hair out of his eyes before he looks up.
Their eyes meet.
Seokjin’s chest lifts in what Yoongi thinks is a snort, and he smirks up at Yoongi before resuming his laps.
Yoongi gulps and gathers his things, changing his mind about continuing to listen to his audiobook anymore.
He scrolls through his Spotify library until his thumb lands on an angry rock playlist.
He falls asleep not soon after, his brain replaying Seokjin grabbing his ass again and again.
Halfway through the following day, Yoongi decides he’s had enough.
Enough of the overthinking, of the weird smirks that Jin gives him that morning, and of the way his stomach did somersaults in his presence.
He’s had enough, dammit.
That’s why, when he looks up and notices movement in Seokjin’s bedroom while he and the other boys are outside playing rugby, he makes a decision.
He randomly announces his departure from the game, rushing inside and storming up the stairs. He marches to Seokjin’s room, pausing only momentarily when he sees that the door is wide open, and he enters.
Seokjin is lounging on his bed, legs crossed while he sits against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. He’s shirtless, and Yoongi swallows thickly, his mouth going dry at the sight of Seokjin’s toned muscles, defined by years of working out religiously with Jungkook and Namjoon, and the smooth lines of his abdomen.
“Ah, Yoongi,” Seokjin greets him warmly when Yoongi stops in front of his bed. “What are you doing in my room?”
“You have some fucking nerve, you know that?” Yoongi bites. He places his hands on his hips and glares at Seokjin.
Seokjin blinks, looking to either side of the room and then back at Yoongi. He purses his lips. “What do you mean?”
“Why did you do that yesterday?” Yoongi asks.
“Do what? Be more specific.”
“Wh-why did you—why did you grab my ass?!”
Seokjin smirks, and Yoongi blanches. “Because I wanted to,” he answers simply.
“Wh-why—why did you—y-you—why did you want to grab my ass?” Yoongi finally chokes out, stuttering embarrassingly over his own words.
“Because it’s a really nice ass, and I’ve let it exist around me long enough without grabbing it,” Seokjin answers.
Yoongi just stares at him, mouth agape. He blinks.
Seokjin smirks again, as if he can see the gears trying to grind in Yoongi’s head as he attempts to wrap his head around what Jin’s just said. He sets his phone down on the bedside table, and swings his legs over the edge of the bed, standing up fluidly and making his way around the piece of furniture until he’s standing next to Yoongi.
Yoongi’s pretty used to being the smallest in the group—even Jimin’s taller than Yoongi by at least three inches. Standing at only five-foot-five, Yoongi’s used to feeling small among his friends. The tallest in the group are Namjoon, Taehyung, and Seokjin, and usually, Yoongi feels extra short in their presence, but right now, Yoongi feels tiny.
Seokjin is at least five-foot-eleven—maybe six-foot even. When he comes to stand next to Yoongi and reaches his hand up to tilt Yoongi’s chin, Yoongi has to crane his neck at an almost uncomfortable angle in order to be able to look Jin in the eyes. Something lights up within him at the way Seokjin has to look down at Yoongi, tilting his own chin downwards.
Not to mention, Seokjin is insanely muscular, especially since returning from the military a couple of years ago. He’d gone into the military fit but lean and sort of lanky, and he’d emerged from the military muscular, toned, strong , and well-built. And he’d carried over the daily gym visits from his time in service to his civilian routine.
“You seem surprised by me grabbing your ass, Yoongi,” Seokjin says. His voice is low and husky, and it creates a tiny spark that begins to coil inside of Yoongi.
Yoongi has to put in effort to find his voice. “Be-because I am,” he mumbles. He tries to move his eyes away from Seokjin, but Jin’s grip on Yoongi’s chin tightens, and he successfully keeps Yoongi’s head in place, forcing him into no other choice but to maintain eye contact with him.
“Don’t look away from me, Yoongi. Do you understand me?” Seokjin orders, and Yoongi gulps before he nods.
He feels a pulsing sensation in his core, and he squeezes his thighs, hoping that Seokjin doesn’t catch it.
Seokjin catches it.
And Seokjin smirks. “Kitten turned on, are you?”
Yoongi shakes his head, but it only earns him an even tighter grip on his chin and a pointed look from Seokjin. He nods, confirming that he is, in fact, turned on. He swallows the whimper that threatens to escape his throat from the pet name, though.
Arousal makes the apex of his thighs sticky, his pussy clenching around nothing.
“I want you to tell me why you’re so surprised at me groping you, Yoongi,” Seokjin tells him. His voice is sending shiver after shiver down Yoongi’s spine, and Yoongi thinks his knees might start buckling out from under him. “Use your words. Understand?”
Yoongi nods again. He takes a deep breath and tries to get a good grip on his voice. It’s shaky when he speaks, though. “I… I’m—I’m surprised, because… because you’ve never—you’ve never touched me like that be-before… I didn’t know you ever—I didn’t know you wanted to,” he explains, stumbling over his words like an bumbling idiot. “I thought… I thought maybe—maybe you were playing a prank on—on me.”
“Oh, I’ve always wanted to,” Seokjin says, and Yoongi feels his core pulse at the revelation. “Wasn’t a prank, Yoongi. I just decided I’d waited long enough. Tell me, did you like when I grabbed your ass?”
“Yes,” Yoongi chokes out.
Seokjin places his free hand on Yoongi’s side, then slides it down and around until his palm is splayed over Yoongi’s ass. “So you wouldn’t mind if I did this?” Seokjin punctuates his question with a gentle squeeze to Yoongi’s ass.
Yoongi sighs, his eyes falling closed. “No,” he breathes out.
“Good,” Seokjin says, and he squeezes again. It’s a tight squeeze, harsh and rough, and Yoongi can’t help but let the moan float past his lips. “Oh, you sound so pretty, kitten.”
Yoongi whines, and Seokjin squeezes his ass one more time, kneading the soft, supple skin between his fingertips afterwards.
“Open your eyes,” Seokjin orders, and Yoongi obeys. He looks up into Seokjin’s eyes, and he’s met with a raging storm of desire and heat and lust as he watches Seokjin’s eyes darken. When he speaks, his voice is a growl, and it goes straight to Yoongi’s pussy, coiling the fire within him tighter. “I’m going to fuck you now, Yoongi. I think I’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”
Yoongi lets out the loudest moan he’s ever heard in his entire life.
Seokjin’s lips are on Yoongi’s the next second, and he practically swallows Yoongi whole with the fervor and passion in the way he claims Yoongi’s lips against his. It sets Yoongi on fire, the electricity between them sparking into a full blown fire as Seokjin devours him, their lips moving against each other in a fiery fit of need and lust.
Seokjin suddenly breaks the kiss, pulling away and earning a whine from Yoongi, who follows his lips as he leans back. But Seokjin simply reaches up, taking his glasses in his hand, and yanks them off, tossing them to the side before he returns his lips to Yoongi’s. Yoongi hears the soft thud of Seokjin’s glasses hit the bed, but he barely registers it in his mind, focused only on the way those plush, pillowy lips of Seokjin’s feels against his own.
Seokjin licks into Yoongi’s mouth as his hands grip at his ass, squeezing and kneading roughly, and Yoongi grants him full access, their tongues battling for dominance. Seokjin flattens his palms against Yoongi’s ass, and then he lifts Yoongi easily, as though Yoongi weighs absolutely nothing. Seokjin’s hands move from Yoongi’s ass and glide along his thighs as he wraps them around his waist, and then Seokjin returns his hands to where they originally were, gripping the swell of Yoongi’s cheeks.
Yoongi moans into Seokjin’s mouth, and Jin swallows the sound enthusiastically, hungrily. Yoongi barely registers that they’re moving until he feels his back hit something, and he gasps, breaking the kiss to turn his head to the side just slightly, and he finds that his back is pressed up against the all-glass door that opens up to Seokjin’s private balcony.
Yoongi knows that Seokjin’s balcony only goes out about two feet from the door, so the view into this room is always open to any who might wish to play Peepin’ Tom.
Yoongi looks at Seokjin, mouth parted as he pants. Seokjin just smirks.
And then, Seokjin does something that Yoongi has never even imagined he’s capable of, let alone ever imagined Seokjin would do to Yoongi.
He presses Yoongi into the window with his crotch to hold him in place, and moves his hands from his ass to the hemlines of the shorts Yoongi’s wearing.
And he tears.
Seokjin unceremoniously rips Yoongi’s shorts to shreds, effectively leaving him naked as Yoongi hadn’t bothered to put on underwear this morning, and Seokjin’s fingers graze along Yoongi’s now bare thighs, growling low in his chest when he sees that Yoongi’s completely nude from the waist down now. “No underwear, kitten?” he taunts, his fingertips making circles at the apex of Yoongi’s thighs, collecting the slick that’s accumulated there. “You were hoping to get fucked today, weren’t you?”
Yoongi whines, high and breathy, and it’s a needy whine that shoots straight to Seokjin’s cock, and Seokjin moves his hands until one is holding Yoongi’s ass once again and the other is grazing the underside of his thigh as it inches closer to Yoongi’s pussy. He groans when he feels the first waves of heat emanating from Yoongi’s core.
Seokjin slides his fingertips along Yoongi’s folds as he crashes his lips back against Yoongi’s to swallow the whine and loud moan that leave him. “God, you’re so wet for me, kitten,” he teases, running his fingers up and down Yoongi’s entrance. “Absolutely gushing for me, aren’t you? So turned on by me touching you against the window for the world to see?”
The only response Yoongi can muster is another clench of his pussy around nothing but air, more slick oozing out of him and mixing into the mess that Seokjin’s creating with his fingers, and a whine that leaves him when he starts to squirm in an attempt to get some friction from Seokjin’s ministrations.
Seokjin picks up the cue and decides to give Yoongi what he wants, and he presses his middle fingertip to Yoongi’s clit, though he admits it is a bit of a struggle given the position they’re currently in. But it’s so hot, the way Yoongi cries out when his finger makes contact with his swollen clit, that Seokjin doesn’t even care that they’re in a bit of a weird position.
Seokjin moves his other hand from Yoongi’s ass and inserts a finger into Yoongi’s sopping wet heat, reveling in the way his silky walls clench around him and suck him in. “Does that feel good, kitten?” he asks Yoongi, who can only respond with a whimper and a weak nod, his head falling forward to rest against Seokjin’s shoulder. “You’re so tight. Feels fucking heavenly.”
Seokjin pumps his finger in and out of Yoongi, savoring the gasps and whines that fill the room, and Seokjin has half a mind to open one of the balcony doors. He knows the others are outside playing rugby, and he debates for a moment making sure they can hear him ruin Yoongi.
He files that thought away for later.
Maybe he’ll open the door once his cock is finally inside Yoongi and fuck him until he’s screaming for Taehyung to hear.
Since Taehyung thought he had the right to flirt with Yoongi last night.
Soon, Seokjin is adding a second finger and crooking both once they’re deep inside of Yoongi. It makes Yoongi cry out again, his cunt spasming around Seokjin as he feels the spongy gland begin to be assaulted. Seokjin inserts a third finger and sets a brutal pace, abusing Yoongi’s urethral sponge with abandon.
It’s no more than a few seconds before Yoongi’s squirting all over Seokjin’s hands, moaning so loud as his pussy clenches around Seokjin’s fingers so tightly that Seokjin wonders if his cock might fall off once it’s inside Yoongi, and that thought only elicits a groan from Seokjin as he fucks his fingers into Yoongi harder, drawing out his orgasm until Yoongi is left as nothing more than a spasming, squirming mess, drooling on Seokjin’s shoulders, his eyes closed in fucked-out bliss as his release leaves his cunt in thick gushes. It soaks Jin’s sweatpants, Yoongi’s warm juices seeping through the fabric, which makes Jin hiss at the sensation of the wet fabric brushing against his cock, rock-hard and most likely a deep, angry red from neglect.
Seokjin gives Yoongi the luxury of a few moments respite, and then he pulls his fingers out of Yoongi’s sopping cunt. “Look at me, Yoongi,” he orders.
Yoongi slowly lifts his head; it feels heavy, and he has to muster up a lot of effort to lift it, but he manages, and he looks at Seokjin.
Seokjin holds his gaze as he brings his hand up to his mouth, tongue poking out to lick at one of his fingers, wet with Yoongi’s release. “Mmm. You taste so good and sweet, kitten,” he tells Yoongi, and Yoongi whines. Seokjin then places his fingers against Yoongi’s mouth, brushing them along his lips and coating them in Yoongi’s slick. “Suck,” he orders.
He gives Yoongi no choice when he pushes his fingers past Yoongi’s lips, and Yoongi finds himself choking at first at the intrusion, and then he begins to do as he’s told. He flicks his tongue out and sucks Seokjin’s hand clean, one finger at a time. His cum does taste kind of sweet, just as Seokjin said, but there’s a slight tanginess to it, too. Yoongi’s never tasted himself, and he finds he’s enjoying it, and he also finds himself hoping that Seokjin can become addicted to the taste of him.
“Good kitten,” Seokjin praises, and Yoongi preens. “Now, use your feet. Push my pants down. It’s long overdue for me to fuck your brains out.”
Yoongi does his best to frantically use his feet, struggling a bit as he attempts to shove his big toe under the waistline of Seokjin’s sweatpants behind him. Eventually, he succeeds, though, and he kicks his feet downward, pushing the sweats down until they fall into a crumpled mess around Seokjin’s ankles.
Seokjin’s wearing no underwear, and Yoongi gasps when he feels Jin’s hard cock slap up against his pussy.
They stand there, Seokjin fully naked now and Yoongi in just his t-shirt with his back pressed against the glass door. Seokjin feels so big against his cunt, and Yoongi practically drools at the thought of Jin tearing him in half when he finally impales him onto his cock.
Seokjin leans in to kiss Yoongi, all tongue, and it’s messy, filthy, and so, so goddamn hot, and Yoongi feels himself gush again, cumming for a second time as his arousal coating Seokjin’s cock. Seokjin groans as he’s covered in Yoongi’s juices.
“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you, kitten?” Seokjin asks against Yoongi’s lips, and Yoongi lets out a whine in response. “Want me to fuck you against this balcony door, huh? In full view of the others. You know, they’re still down there playing rugby.”
Yoongi moans.
“Does it turn you on, the thought of being fucked by my massive cock in front of our friends?”
Yoongi lets out another moan, and Seokjin bucks his hips in a way that makes his cock slap roughly against Yoongi’s cunt, which only makes him gasp and whine, tears pooling in his eyes from the sheer need.
“Use your words, kitten,” Seokjin orders.
“Y-yes!” Yoongi chokes out, feeling as though he might choke on his tongue. “Please, yes!”
“Good kitten,” Seokjin praises, and he licks at Yoongi’s mouth again. He adjusts Yoongi slightly so that his cockhead is pressing against Yoongi. “Open your mouth.” Yoongi obeys, and as he slides his cock in, Seokjin spits into Yoongi’s mouth.
The wet sound of Seokjin’s cock sliding into Yoongi’s abused cunt mixes with the cries that leave Yoongi’s lips and the sigh that escapes Seokjin as he buries himself completely in one smooth motion.
Seokjin decides to act on his earlier thought, and before he starts moving, he reaches over and turns the doorknob to the other glass door, pushing it open. It sends a shiver through him and sparks a twitch of his cock inside Yoongi, the thought of their friends being able to hear him make Yoongi his and the knowledge that all they’ll be able to see if they look up is his cock disappearing into Yoongi’s heavenly cunt.
He then returns his hand to Yoongi’s ass and begins to plow into him, setting a pace so brutal that it knocks the window out of both of them. He fucks into him with abandon, their lips moving against each other as Seokjin ruins Yoongi ruthlessly.
Typically, Seokjin prides himself on his ability to last a while before he can no longer hold himself back, but being so deep in Yoongi’s cunt that he can feel himself hitting Yoongi’s cervix with every thrust—it’s so hot, Yoongi’s warmth surrounding him so deliciously and tightly that Seokjin wonders if there’s anything better than this, and he finds himself unable to last very long.
Within minutes, he feels himself getting ready to explode, and he pushes them away from the door, spinning them and dropping Yoongi onto his back on the bed, cock still buried. He breaks the kiss only so that he can watch his cock slide out of Yoongi and be engulfed by his hot pussy with each thrust. He can feel the tension within him coiling tighter and tighter, his balls shrinking, and then, he’s forced to pull out before he spills inside of Yoongi.
Seokjin grunts as he fists his cock and aims for just above Yoongi’s clit, his cum spurting everywhere over Yoongi’s pelvic area.
Panting, Seokjin collapses beside Yoongi for a few moments as he catches his breath.
“Oh, fuck,” Yoongi moans, his pussy still clenching, gaping from the stretch of Seokjin’s cock previously inside him. “That was…”
“Amazing? Wonderful? Mind-blowing? I know,” Seokjin jokes breathlessly.
Yoongi reaches an arm up to slap a weak smack onto Jin’s chest.
Seokjin laughs and runs his clean hand over his face. “Let me go grab some wipes to clean us up with,” he says. He moves to get off of the bed, but makes a point to pause and press a kiss to Yoongi’s lips first, eliciting a shocked noise from him before Seokjin disappears into his bathroom.
A few seconds later, he returns with wipes and begins to clean himself and Yoongi off, prioritizing Yoongi. When he’s done, he goes back to the bathroom to dispose of the used wipes, and then returns again.
Yoongi is curled up on his side in the middle of Seokjin’s bed, and Jin smiles to himself as he finds a pair of sweats for Yoongi, though he knows they’ll be slightly too big on him, and pulls his own sweats back on. He pulls the extra pair of sweats up Yoongi’s legs, tying them around his waist just enough so that they still in place, and then climbs in next to him.
“You totally were overthinking me grabbing your ass, didn’t you?” he chuckles as Yoongi snuggles into his chest, throwing a leg over his waist.
“Yah! What did you expect me to do?” Yoongi whines deeply. “You’ve never touched me that way before, and then all of a sudden, you’re groping me in the kitchen at one o’clock in the afternoon.”
Seokjin lets out a loud full-body laugh before placing a kiss on Yoongi’s forehead. He wiggles his arm under Yoongi and wraps him up into his embrace. “I’ve always wanted to grope you. I told you that. Always wanted to fuck you, too.”
“How… How was it?” Yoongi asks shyly.
“Better than I ever imagined it,” Seokjin answers honestly. “Wanna fuck you for eternity.”
“Mmm… I’d like that,” Yoongi says. “You can cum inside me, by the way. I’m on the pill. I won’t mind if you creampied me.”
“I bet you wouldn’t, kitten,” Seokjin says lowly, feeling his cock already start to chub up again. He wants nothing more than to fuck Yoongi again, but he knows that Yoongi’s so fucked out that he’s practically falling asleep, so Seokjin wills his cock to chill the fuck out so Yoongi can get some rest.
They have more than enough time for Seokjin to repeatedly fuck Yoongi’s brains out and make him forget he ever had a downward spiral about why Jin would grab his ass.