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Jeongguk wanted to finally get a peaceful night’s rest but of fucking course his doorbell rings at God knows what time.

Fucking classic.

He stumbles out of bed, only in his oversized hoodie and lace panties. Honestly, he couldn’t give a fuck who sees him right now. 

Shuffling into his bunny slippers, he waddles to the door and groggily rubs at his eyes. He almost has a brain aneurysm because of who he is rudely welcomed with at the front door.

Kim Seokjin.

He’s the CEO of a company that Jeongguk never really got to know about. A very handsome one at that. But he doesn’t let him know that because he’s supposed to be mad at him right now and likely forever.

They’d met at some sort of gathering they were both invited to and because Seokjin was everything he ever wanted in a man, obviously, he just had to flirt with him. Due to his amazing ability to seduce men, Seokjin was practically on his knees for him. 

It didn’t last long though because he was gone by the morning.

However, Jeongguk can’t help but want more. He’s needy. So what? They decided to hook up every now and then but Jeongguk was sick of being someone Seokjin would call when he wanted a good fuck. He needed more than that. He needed Seokjin to look at him in the same light.

But Seokjin can never give him that. He’s a coward. And Jeongguk is a desperate man who just keeps letting him back in.

So here they are now. Seokjin’s leaning against the now slightly ajar door, with a tight-lipped smile on his sunked face. He looks tired. Jeongguk wants to pull him into the warmth of his home and give him kisses. But he doesn’t.

“Baby.” Seokjin pauses for a moment, “How are you?”

Jeongguk attempts to slam the door in his face but it’s blocked by Seokjin’s foot. He keeps it there and pushes the door open before slamming it behind him. 

Jeongguk can finally get a good look at him now. His hair is gelled back but a few strands fall onto his forehead and he wears a serious expression. He’s holding his blazer in the crook of his arm, he’s soaked from the rain but still, he looks effortlessly handsome. His shirt sticks to him uncomfortably and Jeongguk can’t help but stare at the way his muscular chest moves as he breathes heavily. 

He looks up at Seokjin with teary eyes and shouts, “Get the fuck out! I’m not kidding.”

Seokjin chuckles, not taking him seriously, he throws his blazer on the floor and loosens his tie, all while maintaining eye contact. Jeongguk’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. His throat is dry and his lips are chapped from ogling Seokjin.

“Come on, baby. We both know you don’t mean that.”

“I’m not your fucking baby, Seokjin. Get out.”

“Don’t be like that, ‘kay?”

Seokjin is backing Jeongguk into a corner, his intimidating gaze just makes Jeongguk want him even more. It’s difficult when Seokjin’s so persuasive. It’s even more difficult when he knows he’ll be the one to wake up with a heavy heart tomorrow.

He’s close to tears now yet he still shouts and pushes at Seokjin’s chest. “Just leave! Fucking leave!” He cries and grips at Seokjin’s arms as if he doesn’t really want him to go.

Seokjin pulls him into his arms and cradles the back of his head as Jeongguk sniffles into his neck. He strokes his hair with delicate hands because Seokjin is nothing if not gentle and kind. But he can be so mean sometimes.

“Hyung… Why are you making things so difficult?” Jeongguk whispers with a shaky voice. He peers up from where he’s attached to Seokjin’s body and his face is immediately held in big hands. Seokjin caresses his cheeks and presses a kiss to his forehead but Jeongguk pushes him away.

“Fuck off!”

“Why are you being like this, baby?”

“What the fuck? What do you mean ‘Why?’, you bastard?! You’ve ruined my life! I’m always waiting for you like an idiot and you only come around when you want to! It’s always on your terms. Have you ever taken my feelings into consideration?”

Seokjin looks at him, a little dazed, as if he wasn’t expecting that sudden outburst. He walks towards Jeongguk who backs away from him in fear. The backs of Jeongguk’s legs hit his couch and he falls right onto it. Immediately, he feels powerless as he watches Seokjin above him. 

He blames himself for making a God out of a mortal, for making a God out of Seokjin.

He looks down at him with a raised brow before rolling his sleeves up. Jeongguk’s eyes automatically move to his now exposed arms. His forearms are wide and pale and Jeongguk loves to trace his finger along his bulging veins.

Jeongguk’s face scrunches up in anger when Seokjin speaks up, “Are you never satisfied?”

“What?” He gets up from the couch and pushes at Seokjin’s chest again, pouting when he doesn’t budge.

“Do you really need more? Do you really want me that much, Jeongguk? I think you’re just greedy.”

“Forget it! Forget everything I said and just get the fuck out. Right now.”

He guides Seokjin to the door with a gesture of his hand and frowns when he doesn’t make any sign of leaving. The dried tears on his face have made his cheeks flushed and puffy but he doesn’t care. Seokjin is nothing to him as of now.

“Get out! I can find a man way better than you. Someone who will give me the world because you’re too selfish. Someone who will choose me over their fucking so-called God.” He mimics air quotes around “God”.

“Really? I’d like to see you try, Jeongguk. Let’s see who puts up with your bratty attitude. No one gives a fuck but me! You’ve only got me! Nobody cares about you. Only me.”

“Fuck off, you piece of shit. How dare you speak to me like that! I’m like 100% sure a ton of guys would fuck me right now if I gave them a call.”

Seokjin steps into his space and their noses are almost touching. Jeongguk’s breath hitches and he mentally slaps himself when he doesn’t move away. “You know…” Seokjin closes his eyes as if going in for a kiss and stupidly, Jeongguk does too, “You’re way more of a whore than I thought.”

Jeongguk slaps him. The impact causes Seokjin’s ears to ring. He rubs his cheek with a pained expression, not because of the way his face stings but because of the way Jeongguk looks at him. Big doe eyes stare up at him, completely heartbroken. He’s in shock that Seokjin would even think about stooping so low.

“I should’ve never loved a shitty guy like you.” He spits the words out as if they’ve offended him somehow. Completely ignoring the uninvited guest in his house, he angrily stomps towards his bedroom.

Seokjin wonders how anyone could even love him in the first place.

Seokjin grabs his arm but Jeongguk pushes him away. He doesn’t give up though. Always so stubborn. He pulls Jeongguk into a tight back hug despite his relentless thrashing. Eventually, he stops fighting.

Jeongguk looks down at Seokjin’s arms, wrapped tightly around his slim waist. He sighs and brings his hands up to his face to hide his cries behind them. “I’m sorry.”

Jeongguk sobs, “Well, apologising isn’t gonna fucking cut it, asshole!” He elbows Seokjin in the stomach making him grunt.

Snot drips past his mouth and his tired eyes squeeze shut. He definitely looks like shit right now but he couldn’t give a fuck. Seokjin’s slowly killing him but he can’t free himself from the noose he holds tightly around his neck. It’s his own fault. He got himself into this mess so it’s up to him to get out of it.

He doesn’t want to though. He’s sick for him.

Seokjin spins him around to face him, grabbing onto his waist so that he can’t run away. Jeongguk doesn’t return his gaze. He squishes Jeongguk’s lips between his fingers when it quivers. He swats his hand away and lets out a watery laugh. Forgetting that he’s supposed to angry, his smile drops and he crosses his arms.

Seokjin smiles fondly and he wants to slap him again for some reason. “Baby.” Jeongguk avoids eye contact again. “Baby, look at me, please.”

“I’m sorry, hm? Hyung’s so sorry. I didn’t mean any of it, you know that.” He says convincingly. Jeongguk scowls.

“Hyung was mean.”

“I know, baby. Hyung’s so mean. Will you forgive hyung? Will you, baby?”

Jeongguk finally looks at him. He pouts and punches Seokjin in the chest. Hard. He lets out a loud shout in pain before quickly recollecting himself. He can see the way the younger drops into his sub headspace. “Hyungie, ‘m not a whore…”

“Oh, baby. I know. Hyung is an asshole and he didn’t know what he was saying.” He rubs Jeongguk’s waist and it causes him to lean into his chest more.

“Hyungie. You’re so mean to me. Why do you do that? I don’t like it when Hyung’s mean.”

Seokjin brings him closer by grabbing his wrists and presses a calloused hand to his head. Seokjin lifts weights a lot so his hands are very rough. He allows his other to drift to his waist, where it belongs. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It won’t happen ever again, okay?”

“Hyung.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Can you be here when I wake up tomorrow?”

Seokjin doesn’t respond straight away. He presses his lips together, contemplating. Jeongguk nuzzles into his jaw, afraid of his answer and decides to hide away in the comfort of his arms instead of being confident that he will be chosen.

“Yeah. I promise.”

And Jeongguk wants to believe him.

He moves away from Seokjin, holding onto his biceps and smiles up at him. Seokjin takes it as an invitation to kiss him. He kisses back eagerly. Their tongues mingle, having missed one another because of no contact for weeks on end but they’re not yet unfamiliar. So alike yet so different.

Seokjin’s tongue licks across his front row of teeth and on the roof of his mouth. He moves so quickly but so meaningfully as if determined to remember his taste. As if he knows it won’t last. Jeongguk moans into the kiss and pulls at Seokjin’s hair making him groan. He smirks against his mouth and it turns him on.

It’s wet and messy. The clash of teeth and the battle of dominance. Jeongguk can’t help but love it.

Seokjin’s plump lips are so addictive and his velvet tongue - that’s been places he can’t even begin to think about - is so pleasurable.

They pull apart and Jeongguk becomes shy. He wipes at his face, ridding himself of his tears and mucus. Seokjin laughs and helps him. He carefully smooths his hand across Jeongguk’s skin, brushing away any lingering substances on his face. He tucks a strand of hair behind Jeongguk’s ear before lowering his head to place a peck on his neck.

Jeongguk giggles but soon turns serious, sniffling, “Don’t you think I’m gross?”

Seokjin smiles, “How could I ever think such nonsense? You’re beautiful.” He shies away at that.

“You mean it?”

“Of course.”

Something switches in Jeongguk’s gaze. He melts in Seokjin’s hold and brings a palm to rest at his cheek, rubbing his thumb against his cheekbone. Jeongguk pecks his lips once, twice before wrapping his arms around his neck.

He threads his fingers through Seokjin’s hair, ruffling it as Seokjin pulls him impossibly closer. He breathes his scent in and wonders how he survived so long without it. 

Patting Jeongguk’s butt slightly, he whispers, “How is it that I’ve only just noticed you’re wearing my hoodie,” he feels around for a moment, slipping his hands under his hoodie and tracing his fingers along the lace, “and just a tiny pair of panties?”

“I dunno, hyungie. You’re kind of unaware sometimes…” He drifts off, still playing with the ends of Seokjin’s hair.

“I guess we’ll have to fix that.” And before Jeongguk can even respond, he’s scooping him up in his arms. 

Quickly, he wraps his arms and legs around him as he mouths on his neck. He’s stuck in a reverie, watching the way Seokjin’s muscles tighten as he holds his weight in his arms. It’s so effortless. Jeongguk thinks he falls for him just a tiny bit more.

“Mmf… Hyungie’s so strong.” To emphasise his point, he smooth his hands down to squeeze at his hyung’s biceps. Seokjin chuckles and places him on the bed carefully.

He makes grabby hands at him, “Hyung, wan’ you on top of me… Hurry!” Seokjin adores the way his pout grows more exaggerated when he stands above him, laughing.

“Hyungie!” He wails.

“Hyung’s here, stop your whining.” He crawls into the space between Jeongguk’s legs and presses kisses to his face. He’s propped up on his forearms, either side of Jeongguk’s head, as he mouths at his baby’s soft skin.

“Baby. Oh god, you’re so fucking cute.”

Jeongguk looks up at him. Those eyes. Fuck, those doe eyes. They’re wet from all his crying earlier and Seokjin can’t help but think he’s so pretty when he cries. He’s a beauty and Seokjin is blessed to be able to witness this perfect being underneath him.

“Your eyes, baby, they’re so gorgeous. I love it when you cry for me.” He receives a smack on the arm but there’s no harmful intent there. Jeongguk just laughs, “You love it? That’s a bit of a stretch, hyung.”

He’s purposefully taunting Seokjin with his eyes now. He stares up at him innocently and bats his eyelashes. 

“It’s not. Everything about you is perfect.”

Jeongguk’s alluring. The way he plays with his hair as a constant habit. The way he unconsciously moves around when sitting. The way his bunny teeth appear when he laughs at something Seokjin said. It’s all so attractive.

He gives him a short kiss but is distracted by the way his hyung fondles the meat of his thighs. He squeezes and pinches lightly at the skin there. “Love your thighs, baby.”

Jeongguk flushes a dark red and he feels a little less embarrassed about it when he sees that Seokjin’s ears bear the same colour. He bites his bottom lip and looks up at Seokjin, “Yeah? How come?”

“I love how pale they are and how easily they bruise. It’s so cute. You’re just the cutest.”

He giggles, clearly very pleased with Seokjin’s answer. Running his slipper along the front of his hyung’s pants, he stops at his dick that bulges prominently. Seokjin is quick to remove Jeongguk’s slippers, throwing them on the floor.

“Hey! My feet are cold.” 

“I’ll warm them up for you.” He takes Jeongguk’s bare foot in his hand before bringing it up to press against his lips. He kisses the sole of his foot before placing a gentle trail of kisses up to his ankle. Jeongguk watches silently. He does the same to his other foot.

“Better?” Jeongguk nods shyly.

Seokjin pulls both of his legs around his torso and smooths his palms down his thighs. “I like your panties, baby.”

“You do? Are they pretty?”

“Mhm. So pretty. White looks good on you.” It’s innocent and sweet.

Jeongguk giggles, in his own world, “Hehe, hyungie likes my panties.”

Seokjin litters wet kisses along his collarbones and sucks a hickey there before whispering, “Can I see ‘em up close?”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow, not immediately catching on.

“Come sit on hyung’s face. I wanna see your pretty panties.” Jeongguk lets out a breathy moan at that. 

Seokjin rolls off his body and lies on his back instead. Jeongguk hurriedly clambers over to him and slots his thighs around his head. He hovers above his face, not wanting to put all his weight down.

Too nervous to even look at Seokjin, he decides to fiddle with his hair as Seokjin runs his fingers along the lace lining of his underwear. He palms Jeongguk’s ass before licking a fat stripe along his clothed hole.

Jeongguk moans and tugs at his hair, “Ah! Hyungie…”

“I haven’t even started yet.” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. He knows the effect he has on Jeongguk and he loves it, takes advantage of it.

He forces Jeongguk down on his face more, taking him by surprise, as he pushes him to sit down properly. He pulls his panties to the side and Jeongguk hisses at the cold air that hits his entrance. Mouthing at his hole, Seokjin slips in his tongue causing the other to moan loudly, surprised by the sudden intrusion.

“Hyungie, w-what if you suffocate down there?”

“Then, at least I’ll die happy,” He laughs and it vibrates against Jeongguk’s entrance, “Don’t worry, baby. I’m exactly where I want to be.”

To prevent Jeongguk from prying any more, he gets back to his licking. He explores inside Jeongguk’s hole, feeling the muscle tighten around his tongue yet he thrusts in deeper.

Experimentally, he circles his hole with a long, wide finger and Jeongguk whimpers, pushing against his head, “Mmm! Hyungie, love your fingers, put them in me.”

“Aren’t you getting a bit too demanding?” He slaps Jeongguk’s thigh.

Jeongguk bites his lip at the red mark he will proudly wear there tomorrow. He strokes his hyung’s hair and humps his face a little, a silent request for him to continue. 

“Hyungie, ‘m a good boy! Not bad. Please, gimme more.”

“I’m starting to think you don’t deserve my fingers, let alone my cock.”

“No, hyung! Please! Wan’ it so bad! I’m good, I promise.”

Seokjin didn’t really need much convincing, it’s just so fun to play with the younger when he gets all needy like this. He quickly pushes in a finger and occupies himself with pressing kisses to his inner thighs.

Jeongguk moans and pushes back against his finger, “Hyungie, I like it when you kiss my thighs… Makes me feel pretty.”

“That’s ‘cause you are. You’re so pretty.”

He listens to the way Jeongguk giggles and it’s just so cute. He pushes in another finger and waits for any signs of protest. When he finds none, he plunges his fingers in and out.

“Wan’ another.”

“Yeah? You a needy little baby for hyung?” Jeongguk nods eagerly.

Seokjin obliges and thrusts in three fingers without mercy. Jeongguk whines, practically riding his face, and pushes Seokjin’s head further. Seokjin goes back to licking at his entrance all whilst he’s getting fingered. He’s so overstimulated right now. It’s fucking amazing.

“Ah! Hyungie, ‘m gon’ cum…”

“Cumming on hyungie’s fingers? That’s so low of you, baby.” Jeongguk spasms when he hits that spot he loves so much.

Without fail, he plunges against his prostate and nearly sends Jeongguk into a spiral of insanity. He thrusts his tongue in as well, the amount of things happening to his hole makes him so overwhelmed.

“Ah! Ah! Too much! It’s too much, I can’t!”

“Take it, baby.”

Jeongguk cums all over his panties (and his hyung’s face), completely soiling them. He pouts slightly, he liked those. He looks down at Seokjin and crawls off him, wiping away any mess. Seokjin still looks kind of dazed.

Jeongguk gives him a quick kiss before pulling him by his arms to sit up. He straddles his thighs instead. Seokjin’s hands come up to rest at his waist, slipping his hands underneath his hoodie and rubbing circles into the soft skin there.

”My baby,” Seokjin whispers.

He looks at Jeongguk with kind eyes, almost loving. This is what gets him so bad. The way he can look at him like a lover one minute then dismiss him like a miserable ex the next. He frowns slightly and pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind.

If this is how he gets to have Seokjin, then so be it.

They kiss languidly. It’s careful and slow. They take their time and enjoy it before pulling apart. A strand of saliva keeps them together.

Jeongguk presses one last kiss to the corner of his mouth pulling off with a “mwah!” sound. He caresses the flesh beneath his hands and treats it with kindness. 

Seokjin watches. Jeongguk is beautiful in everything he does. Perfect, even. It’s a shame he doesn’t have the guts to commit.

He envies those who can kiss their lover in public. Those who can whisper something in someone’s ear without having to worry about anyone around them. Those who can love openly. Someone like Jeongguk. He envies Jeongguk.

Seokjin’s a sinner who must be punished. He has disobeyed his God and therefore disobeyed himself.

Jeongguk deserves someone better, someone who is willing to do all of those simple things with him. Not someone like him.

His hands are covered in blood for he has sinned. If he’s a sinner, is Jeongguk one too? No… He can’t be.

The white panties Jeongguk wears make him look innocent and they make the red that adorns Seokjin’s hands stand out. He’s like a beautiful white rose that Seokjin can’t help but keep trying to pick even though he knows he’ll get pricked by its thorns every time.

Unaware of Seokjin’s wandering mind, he kisses his cheek and stares at him, “Hyung, it was good. Will you fuck me now?”

Seokjin looks a little out of place but still, he answers nonetheless, “Of course, baby.”

“Your clothes are soaked! I can’t believe I even let you on my bed.”

“Sorry, hyung will take them off now.” He picks Jeongguk up off his lap and rids himself off his suit and tie. Jeongguk watches him undress. 

When he’s fully naked, he pushes Jeongguk to lie down and he gets on top of him. Jeongguk wraps his legs tightly around his waist. It feels too intimate. Skin on skin. It’s anything but innocent however, Seokjin can’t help but think this is the purest he’s ever felt.

With Jeongguk, he’s free. But it’s wrong.

Seokjin reaches to his bedside table in an attempt to get a condom but is stopped with a hand on his wrist. Jeongguk slowly moves it up to intertwine their fingers. 

“Hyung.” Seokjin looks at him, waiting.

“I want you without it. Wanna feel you inside.”

He’ll taint Jeongguk’s insides and leave a trace of himself behind for his “secret lover” to keep.

He spits in his other hand and strokes his cock, tugging it a few times. Jeongguk looks so fucked out already. He’s everything. Seokjin holds onto his hand tighter. 

He lines himself up to Jeongguk’s entrance, teasing him for a moment. Jeongguk whines and tugs at his hair with the hand that’s not holding onto his own like a lifeline. “Hyungie, stop being so mean.”

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” Seokjin pushes in until he’s completely inside. He lets them both catch their breath first.

He watches his cross necklace dangle down, hitting Jeongguk in the face slightly but he’s too out of it to realise. He ignores it because he wants to pretend that he’s finally choosing Jeongguk.

“Fuck! Hyung feels so much bigger. Hyungie’s stretching my hole.” Jeongguk’s moaning like a bitch already and he hasn’t even started moving yet.

He ignores God and anyone that would be disappointed in him for being whatever this is. For now, in their little bubble of love, only they exist. Only Jeongguk exists.

Their lips meet in a messy kiss of teeth and tongue. Seokjin slowly pulls out to just the tip before plunging right back in. Jeongguk screams and holds onto his hair to ground him. 

He thrusts in meanly and the headboard bangs against the wall. Jeongguk whimpers and tightens around his cock when he hits his prostate. 

“Mm! Love hyungie’s cock so much! So good!” Seokjin quickens his pace at that. 

“You love the way I fuck you?” Jeongguk nods so fast that it looks like his head might snap off.

Seokjin grips onto the sheets for support and plunges into his heat, hitting his prostate dead-on without fail. “Ah! Hyungie!” Jeongguk cries and thrashes around, ultimately letting go of his hand to claw at his back instead.

He wails as Seokjin angles his dick deeper. Hoping that his hole stretches to his size, so that if another person tries to fuck him, he’ll be reminded of Seokjin and how no one else can satisfy him. He accommodates Seokjin’s huge length perfectly. Surely, his hyung will never find a better hole than his. He’s sure of it.

“So perfect, baby. You’re so good.”

Jeongguk wails and looks down to where his cock plunges into him, watching the way it disappears inside. He pushes back against him desperately.

“Hyungie, tell me I’m pretty.”

“You’re pretty. So pretty. My pretty baby, hmm?” Jeongguk nods and wraps his arms around his neck, holding onto his broad back firmly.

He feels himself growing closer as his hyung continues his deep thrusts. He drags his nails across his back. It’s probably so painful but Seokjin lets him do it anyway.

Seokjin seems to notice that he’s close to cumming and plunges inside him even harder, obliterating his hole. Jeongguk moans loudly, looking down at his stomach. He can see the outline of Seokjin’s big cock where his tummy bulges. 

“Look, baby.” He presses down on his stomach and Jeongguk whimpers in pain, “I’m right here.”

Jeongguk can’t take any more and cums all over their chests. He looks up at Seokjin who still hasn’t, “It’s okay, baby. Hyung’s almost done.”

He thrusts inside his used body a few more times before coming inside him. It’s a new feeling. His wet cum oozes out of his hole slightly and fills him up completely. 

“Feel so full, hyungie.” He pushes down onto his stomach himself this time and whimpers. It hurts so good.

Seokjin collapses on top of him, squishing him with all his weight before saying, “Take your hoodie off, I wanna feel you.”

“Okay.” He giggles, taking it off and pulling Seokjin back down to lie on his body. They’re still attached and it’s nice, this intimacy. Jeongguk feels content.

His hyung mouths on his neck, littering small kisses all over his skin. “It tickles.” That just compels him to continue.

After a while, he stops and drops his head down onto his chest. He closes his eyes and runs his fingers along Jeongguk’s thigh that’s still wrapped around his waist. He listens to Jeongguk’s heartbeat and feels the way his chest moves as he breathes.

“You make me feel like a person.”

Seokjin is made to leave his trance and find the right words to reply to Jeongguk. He doesn’t know what to say. It’s scary to have this kind of impact on someone. It’s even scarier to feel this way about someone like Jeongguk. He’s already sinned enough.

He doesn’t say anything at all.

Jeongguk scoffs slightly before whispering in his ear, his hands dancing over his back, “Will you even be here when I wake up?”

Seokjin gulps, “Yes.” He lies.

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