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Min Yoongi lived up on the hill above the town. He lived in a house that was surrounded by flora and fauna of all kinds. He loved his little house. He would call it his house; his friends would call it a mansion.

Min Yoongi was filthy rich, he would say ‘it’s my parents’ money’ and his friends would fondly roll their eyes. He might have been rich but he had a few friends that loved him for his grumpy personality and dry humor. He cherished them and held them dear to his heart. He wasn’t a spoiled rich kid that only had companions as long as he had money, no- in fact, none of his friends even knew he was rich until he had graduated and had invited them over. They were shocked to say the least, they always knew he was well-off but not to that extent.

Min Yoongi, a college graduate with a successful internship in progress, was walking across his mansion with a plate of food in his hand when his peaceful home was invaded by shrill screaming. One of said friends was barging through the door with the words ‘I fucked up’.

“I fucked up, I fucked up!” The raven-haired friend threw himself onto his knees in front of the home owner who looked too startled to respond at the moment.

“What the hell, Hoseok?” Yoongi seemed to snap out of his stupor, “It’s 9 in the morning on a Saturday, what the fuck are you screaming about?” Irritation was clear in his voice.

“I fucked up big time and I need your help, please don’t kill me.” Hoseok clasped his hands in front of his face like he was praying. The passing maid gave them a look and Yoongi quickly tugged at the younger’s hoodie to pull him up.

“Stop making a scene, there are other people in the house.” He groaned and shoved the raven-haired male into the living room and onto a comfy couch. He set his plate down and sat onto one of the opposite couches.

Hoseok quickly gathered two throw pillows and hugged them to his chest, “You’re gonna kill me so much. Tell my family and my dog I love them.” He gave out a loud wail of misery and Yoongi winced as the sound reverberated along the high ceilings.

“Calm the fuck down and tell me what happened, Hobi.” Yoongi tried to level his voice to sound as soothing as possible but he was really fucking annoyed.

“Okay, okay.” The younger seemed to be having an existential crisis for a moment before he started the story. “You know how I’m still a student and we’re all still young and stupid?” Hoseok laughed awkwardly, a short choked off sound. He pulled at the collar of his shirt to try and loosen it. “And there’s this guy in my film production course that’s really fucking testing my patience every time I see him.”

“Yes, yes and no. What guy?” Yoongi eyed him curiously.

“Uh, you don’t really know him but he’s like really fucking annoying and he keeps pestering me to let him meet you because he has a business proposal for you. And I’m like, no of course not! Preposterous! I’m not letting Min Yoongi anywhere near you devil spawn, he doesn’t need to be acquainted with pure evil because the kid is evil. Trust me, he may not look it but he is. So he was all like: you gotta! And I was all like: I don’t have to do shit. And then he started questioning our friendship; our friendship, Yoongi!” Hoseok flailed an arm around and quickly stopped one of the pillows from falling. “So, long story short- I need you to let him shoot a porno in your mansion.”

“What.” Yoongi stared at his friend, trying to comprehend what had just left his mouth. “What?” he repeated after a few breaths. “Hoseok, what the fuck?”

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi! I understand if you don’t want to do this but know that if you don’t, my reputation will be tarnished and I will hate you forever.” Hoseok said with a gravely serious look on his face.

“What the actual fuck, Hobi?” Yoongi stared at the younger, “What reputation? What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on, you can’t be that dense. Think about it he’s in the amateur porn business.” Even though his words sounded determined, Yoongi noticed the blush that was high on his cheeks.

“You don’t mean…”

“Yeah,” Hoseok pouted, “So like, wouldn’t want that getting out, would we?” The younger gazed at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen- well, the Persian rug was indeed pretty.

“Fine,” Yoongi sighed dejectedly, “Fine, he can use one of the guest rooms. J-just don’t make a mess, goddamn it.” Yoongi cleared his throat.

“Oh my god, thank you so much!” Hoseok leapt over and hugged Yoongi.

The older endured the bone-crushing hug for a few moments then swatted Hoseok on the back of his head. “I’m serious, if they make a mess you’re cleaning it up.”

“Anything, I’ll do anything! I owe you big time for this!” Hoseok screeched.

“You bet your ass you do.” Yoongi grumbled.

Hoseok bounced out of the room excitedly shouting about texting him the details later.   

That’s how Min Yoongi found himself ordering one of the maids to clean up one of the nicer guest rooms. She inquired about possible company but he stared her down until she did her job in silence.

What the hell did he agree to?

He sighed and sat down onto one of the barstools at the kitchen counter. He was about to finally have some food when his phone buzzed. He groaned and pulled out his Xperia^TM. 

From: Hobiii \^o^/
sry 4 the short notice they b there on monday morning

Yoongi shook his head and replied:

new phone who dis

He laughed at the bunch of emojis that were Hoseok’s next text followed by a few more abbreviations.

From: Hobiii \^o^/
yoongs pls
y r u like dis
im cry

Yoongi felt bad for laughing at his friend’s misery but the younger had gotten himself into the mess, he was going to suffer the consequences. Still, he decided to take it easy on the guy.

fine whatever bring starbucks

From: Hobiii \^o^/
Extra salty i assume
im sry i didnt mean that
ily tysm ttyl

Giving up on his food, Yoongi pocketed his phone and decided to head up to his studio to try and produce something. He wondered what people would think if they knew what he had agreed to. After a short time he decided he doesn’t care at all. Not like anybody besides Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok (and the staff) is allowed in the mansion. Even his parents have limited access and the staff isn’t allowed in his studio. Not like people will recognize it’s his house. He chuckled at how silly he was being. He settled down into his comfy chair to drown his worries in work (as per usual).

Monday morning found Yoongi barely awake, barely out of his sleeping pants rushing across the mansion to open the door. He had dismissed all the staff for the day the evening prior. The maids didn’t complain but the cook had insisted he makes something for Yoongi to eat before he leaves. He did that the same evening and now Yoongi was left to run across the giant house to get the door. He slipped on one of the carpets in the tiled hall and almost vaulted over the railing of the stairs. He managed to curve around it and jump down two steps at a time.

He opened the heavy door to find a shock of orange hair and crescent-shaped eyes.

“Hi!” The guy practically yelled and Yoongi flinched. “My name’s Jimin and this is Jungkook!” The orange-haired dude pointed to a taller guy behind himself that was holding some heavy looking equipment.

“Uh, I’m Yoongi- it’s nice to meet you.” He slid to the side to let them pass and noticed Hoseok in the back holding a cup of coffee up apologetically.

The guy’s eyes seemed to be permanently formed into little half-moons as he took in the space around him. He whistled, “Wow, nice. Where are we allowed to set up? Thanks for letting us do this here, by the way.”

“Up the stairs, third door to the right and no problem- I guess.” Yoongi waved a hand and the two students made their way up.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok said as he offered Yoongi the cup.

Yoongi took it and took a sip, he frowned- tepid. “Well, as long as your reputation stays intact.” Yoongi huffed, “How incriminating is this thing he’s holding over you anyway?”

“Uh, very.” Hoseok scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Yoongi raised an eyebrow and Hoseok whined out an ‘I needed the money, okay!’

Without further comments they followed the two up the stairs into the lavish room.

The shorter of the two was already fiddling with the camera on the tripod as the taller took in the details of the room.

“Why do you even need this room, why does it have to be fancy as fuck?” Hoseok grumbled at the orange-haired boy.

“Production value,” The other just mumbled simply.

“Don’t you usually shoot at Tae’s? Why couldn’t you do it in his dingy apartment?” Hoseok persisted.

“Production value,” The shorter just said again and it seemed to frustrate Hoseok to no end.

“What he means is,” Jungkook smirked, “Tae got pissed cause we got jizz all over his wall last time.”

Yoongi snorted a laugh at Jimin’s protests, he was about to warn them about cleanliness when Hoseok beat him to it.

“You better not get cum on anything in this room, it’s worth more than your life!” The raven-haired student threatened.

“We got it covered, don’t worry.” Jimin said offhandedly and continued to set the camera up.

“What, you finally gonna let Jungkook dick you and plug you up?” Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest in a satisfied manner as Jimin spluttered and fumbled for words.

“Don’t be silly, Hoseok, Jimin is straight” Jungkook shot Hoseok a look that made him laugh and nod in mock-agreement. Yoongi shot a curious look to Jungkook who- oh, was shirtless and well on his way to being pants-less. Yoongi couldn’t help but stare at the chiseled chest that was out in the open like that. When he finally managed to look up he saw the younger looking back at him. Yoongi could only gape as Jungkook shot him a cheeky wink.

He quickly turned his eyes back to where Hoseok was glaring daggers at Jimin. He cleared his throat. “So, what’s the concept?” Yoongi was no stranger to porn, far from it, and he guessed it must at least have some sort of plot (no matter how thin).

“Jungkookie there is a spoiled brat that’s getting a bit lonely while his sugar daddy is away, hence the luxurious room.” Jimin blushed at his words. Yoongi thought it was hilarious considering what they were about to do- soon, by the looks of it.

Yoongi glanced back to the brunette on the bed and felt his heart lodge in his throat. What a nice view. Jungkook was kneeling on the soft sheets, strong thighs parted and in only a pair of tiny pastel pink boxer briefs. Yoongi absolutely did not drool. He didn’t.

“That’s a fucking waste of a room like this, if you ask me.” Hoseok argued again. It was true; the room was too amazing to be used for a simple shot of someone jerking off. It was painted in soft hues of white, pale beige and gold. The occasional light pink detail would pop out. The bed was king-sized and filled with decorative pillows, there was a nightstand on either side of the bed. The floor was polished parquet with a fluffy white carpet on it (Yoongi would mourn the loss of it if anything happened). There was a dresser to the side- against a wall and a square mirror above it, mounted on the same wall. Yoongi was shocked to meet his own reflection in the mirror- he was blushing. He quickly looked away.

“Well I’m not asking you,” Jimin answered stubbornly.

“I think he’s right,” Jungkook threw in and Jimin looked at him curiously.

“Well fuck, Jungkook, where am I supposed to find you a sugar daddy now?” He threw his hands up in the air dramatically. 

Min Yoongi should have fucking seen it coming. He imagined hearing a pin drop onto the parquet floor as three heads turned to look at him simultaneously.

“Hell to the no!” He shouted and backpedalled out of the room.

“Oh, Yoongi~” Jimin cooed from inside as Yoongi once again ran the halls.

“Kookie, fetch.” He heard the orange-haired menace shout and before realizing it someone was on his heels.

He felt two strong arms envelop his waist just as he was reaching for the front door. He shrieked as he was tugged back into a solid chest.

“Let me down! I’ll pay you!” Yoongi wasn’t above bribing people when he needed to.

“Not a chance.” Jungkook hoisted the lithe male into a fireman’s carry.

Yoongi protested and pounded his fists against the naked back. He had a fantastic view of the younger’s ass but that wasn’t his priority at the moment.

“I’ll call the police if you don’t let me go this instant!” Yoongi kept shouting.

“I bet Hoseok wouldn’t testify in your favor.” Jungkook laughed and Yoongi whined.

“Ah there you are,” Jimin clapped as Yoongi was unceremoniously dumped onto the bed.

“I’ll pay you to let me go, I’ll hire you a professional, I’ll buy you a house where you can shoot all the porn you want- please don’t suggest what I think you’re gonna suggest.” Yoongi pleaded and bargained but Jimin just responded with an evil smile- eyes disappearing and mouth curving. “Hoseok, do something!” Yoongi turned to his friend who held up his hands in surrender.

“I’m sorry, Yoongs, he has me by the balls.” Hoseok said regretfully.

“I don’t want your money, believe it or not- I need this to pass the course.” Jimin said, “Well, more or less.”

“Bullshit, what kind of college are they running?!” Yoongi shouted angrily.

“It’s true; he needs experience handling the camera.” Hoseok hummed, “I chose to film animals at the zoo and he chose to film animals in bed.” The three laughed at Hoseok’s joke while Yoongi remained seething with anger.

“And, it’s too late to find a professional- I need this done by Wednesday.” Jimin shrugged.

“Why can’t it be Hoseok, then?” Yoongi was desperate by that point, he’d rather throw his friend under than do it himself.

“He already has enough on me, don’t need any more.” Hoseok pouted across the room.

“I don’t need to see his ugly ass again, thank you.” Jimin smirked at Hoseok’s offended yelp.

“We both know his ass is great, please.” Jungkook said. Yoongi startled again because the younger was now directly behind him and he could feel the heat from his skin seeping in through the flimsy shirt Yoongi was wearing. Hoseok cooed in approval at Jungkook who smiled at him sweetly and oh, bunny teeth.

Yoongi gulped, “Fuck, fine- what do I have to lose?”

“Aside from a few clothing articles, nothing!” Jimin chirped and settled himself behind the camera.

“How do you want to do this?” Jungkook asked from behind him and the gust of breath that ran over his ear made Yoongi shiver.

“I don’t know, how do you guys usually do things?” Yoongi asked, unsure of what exactly goes on behind the camera in a porn video.

“We usually do this in one shot without a script so, feel free to do as you like.” Jimin eyed him, “Though- you need to change, go put on a suit or something while Kook does the original part of the plan.”

“You gonna have him rush in from ‘work’?” Hoseok sounded too amused for Yoongi’s liking so he punched him in the shoulder on his way out. Hoseok just laughed- the bastard.

Yoongi wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he came back but he was a bit surprised (understatement). He went to his own bedroom, went to the closet and found a suit he won’t mind getting ruined. When he came back to the guest room he almost collapsed.

The camera had been moved all the way in front of the bed and there was a fuzzy microphone above it that was rigged to the tripod. The bed on which Jungkook was three fingers deep in his ass.

“Hell,” He let out a silent hiss and Jimin looked back at him scornfully. He looked to the side where Hoseok was unabashedly observing the whole thing.

“You’re shameless,” He leaned forward and whispered into the younger’s ear.

Hoseok flinched and finally realized Yoongi was once again in the room. He took a look at the blonde and nodded in approval. “Looking good,” He whispered back.

Yoongi cringed every time the brunette on the bed would moan exaggeratedly. “Fuck, Hoseok, how old is he even?”

Hoseok laughed, “Barely legal.” He ran a hand through his hair, “Finishing first year, dance major.”

Yoongi gaped at him in shock, “I’m not-” ‘going to have sex with jailbait’ was what he was going to say but it was cut off by the younger’s moan of ‘daddy, please’. Deny all he might but his dick jumped at the tantalizing sound.  

“Alright, Hoseok help me move the camera!” Jimin ordered and Hoseok begrudgingly obliged.  

Yoongi observed Jungkook who was flushed and panting on the pristine sheets. He seemed to sense Yoongi’s eyes on him because in the next moment he was connecting their gazes and smirking. Lust impersonated, Yoongi thought briefly. He was glad he forwent the tie because he would surely be struggling to loosen it by now.

When the camera was moved to the corner of the room so that it’d catch Yoongi’s entrance into the area but also Jungkook’s spread thighs Jimin shooed Hoseok out of the shot. The raven-haired male jumped up onto the dresser and sat there.

Yoongi realized what was soon going to happen. He was going to have sex with a stranger, while being filmed, while his best friend watched. How had his day gone so wrong? He made a mental note to make Hoseok swear never to talk about these happenings ever again.

“You sure I can’t buy my way out of this?” Yoongi tried feebly for the last time.

“Nope,” Jimin grinned. “On my mark enter the room, but first get into the character. Rich, young CEO of a successful company and his needy play thing. Feel free to add anything you like to it, improvise all you want. Go out and open the door when you hear ‘action’.”

He exited the room as asked. Yoongi took a deep breath and closed his eyes, what was he doing with his life? He shook out his arms to loosen some of the tension in them. He figured he’ll just let Jungkook lead.

“And, action!” Jimin shouted. Yoongi wasn’t ready but no choice was given to him.

He put all his confidence into his stride and opened the door. Immediately he was assaulted by the image of Jungkook on his hands and knees, ass up in the air. He was whining pitifully and loudly. If Yoongi wasn’t hard by that point he sure was when the younger called out a broken sounding-

“Daddy, you’re back.” Jungkook gasped and arched his back more.

“What’s all this, baby?” Yoongi strode arrogantly into the room. His voice was getting growly and his mind was clouded with arousal. It wasn’t hard to imagine actually being the boy’s benefactor. Such a sweet young thing, Yoongi shuddered.

“Missed you daddy, you’ve been away the whole day.” Jungkook quickly dropped and rolled around onto his back. He knelt up and crawled forward to where Yoongi was approaching the foot of the bed.

“Baby, you know I have to work. Who’s gonna spoil you rotten otherwise?” Yoongi reached forward and ran a hand through the younger’s fluffy brown hair. Jungkook leaned into his touch and craned his head back, hands coming up to clutch at the lapels of his suit jacket. His lips parted and he let out a quiet moan as Yoongi tugged at the brown locks gently.

“Daddy, please touch me.” Jungkook whined and Yoongi hummed.

“You’ve been pretty bad, baby boy. You touched yourself without my permission. I don’t think you deserve to be touched by daddy.” It was so easy to get lost in the role, Yoongi realized. The other two people were out of his mind completely. Nothing but the beautiful boy in front of him was worthy of his attention at the moment.

Jungkook clutched at the jacket harder and leaned up against him with watery eyes. “Daddy, please.” He repeated again.

“Help daddy out of his shirt, will you?” Yoongi dropped the jacket behind himself as soon as Jungkook’s hands left it. The younger began unbuttoning his white shirt hastily and Yoongi slowed him by placing a hand under his chin and raising an eyebrow. The younger actually blushed, Yoongi was pretty sure that wasn’t a part of his character.

Once shirtless Yoongi took off his polished shoes and white socks and took a seat at the edge of the bed. Jungkook eyed him curiously but just kept letting out little quiet whines.

“Over my knees, baby” Yoongi leaned back to give the younger room.

Jungkook let out a pitiful whimper as his cock brushed against Yoongi’s, still clothed, leg. He was situated so that the camera had a nice view of his ass- still stretched from earlier. Yoongi ran a hand down the boy’s spine, his pale skin contrasted nicely to the tan back. “Now you know the usual punishment for doing things without permission, do you not?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” Jungkook stuttered out with a moan as Yoongi’s dry finger slipped into his loose hole. The younger tried to grind back against the finger but Yoongi retrieved his hand before he could.

“How many, baby boy?” Yoongi caressed one cheek and gave it a light squeeze.

“S-seven,” Jungkook shuddered.  

Yoongi let out a rumbling chuckle, “Very specific, baby.” He lifted his hand; he had no idea what he was doing. Yoongi was bluffing heavily but having such a person on his lap and in his mercy brought out a side of him he didn’t know he had. He was usually pretty vanilla. “I want you to count them out for me, sweetie, can you do that?”

“Y-yes, anything for you daddy.” Jungkook whined out.

“So good for me,” Yoongi brought his hand down for a smack. The sound resonated through the room but it was more for show than it hurt.

“One!” Jungkook jerked forward with the next slap. “Two! Harder daddy, I’ve been so bad!”

Yoongi tried not to let his surprise show as he delivered the next slap in earnest. Jungkook counted down dutifully after each one. When the final one was done Yoongi soothed the abused area with his palm. He placed a gentle kiss against the younger’s back.

“You did so good, baby, get on the bed.” Yoongi gently helped Jungkook lie against the pillows and settled next to him. When he got a good look at the younger’s face he gasped inwardly. Jungkook’s pupils were blown wide and his gaze was unfocused, his cheeks were red and his lips were bitten raw. He leaned forward casually and stroked back the hair that had fallen on his forehead. “You look so pretty, baby. So good for me now, so beautiful.” He crooned.

Jungkook’s breath hitched, “D-daddy.”

“What do you want me to do, baby?” Yoongi nuzzled against the younger’s throat, placing small kisses as he went.

“Kiss me, please, daddy.” Jungkook grasped the back of his head and tugged him up. The kiss was a little too wet for Yoongi’s liking but the way Jungkook moaned into it made up for the sloppiness. He placed a hand onto Jungkook’s hip and squeezed. Jungkook broke away with an exaggerated moan. Yoongi went back for a second kiss, a one that he controlled. He licked over the younger’s lip and slipped his tongue inside. He licked and bit his fill until Jungkook got impatient and started pawing at the front of his slacks.

“Daddy, please. Need your cock in me,” Jungkook started unbuckling his belt with shaky hands.

“Slow down, baby. Get the condom and lube while I take these off, yeah?” Yoongi nudged his nose against the younger’s in a gentle manner that seemed entirely too intimate.

Jungkook scrambled around the messy sheets in search of the lube. Yoongi watched him open the nightstand drawer and pull out a packet of condoms. He briefly wondered when those had gotten there but he busied himself with taking his pants off. Once he was only in his briefs he joined the younger back on the bed.

“Did you stretch yourself good, baby?” Yoongi asked as he sat down in the middle of the remaining pillows and against the headboard (some of the pillows had gotten knocked off the bed).

Jungkook nodded and closed the distance between them. He straddled Yoongi’s thighs. “Yes, daddy, three fingers. Just like you do every time.” Jungkook said sweetly.

“So good, baby. My baby boy, perfect.” Yoongi placed kisses against the younger’s collarbones and grasped at his sides.

“Daddy,” The younger whined, “Daddy, I don’t want you to use a condom. Want to feel you in me, filling me up. Please.” He begged and how could Yoongi say no to that? In the back of his mind he hoped to god the younger was clean because he couldn’t exactly ask. 

Jungkook pulled on his briefs and Yoongi let him take them off, the black underwear ended somewhere across the room as Jungkook wrapped a lubed hand around Yoongi’s dick his other one coming up to rest on Yoongi’s chest. He was vaguely aware of the fact that Jimin had moved from behind the camera and was now handling a hand-held one. ‘Right’, he thought, ‘other people in the room’. Strangely, it didn’t diminish his arousal.

Yoongi hissed at the sensation of the hand fondling him and threw his head back. “That’s good, baby, keep that up for a while.”

Jungkook nodded eagerly with wide eyes and moved his hand in slow and firm strokes. “Love your cock, daddy.” He whispered sensually and bent down to lick at the head of Yoongi’s dick.

“Fuck, baby, that’s enough. Come ride me,” Yoongi guided the younger with the grip on his hips. Jungkook effortlessly sank down onto his length, which was no small feat. They both moaned at the sensation. Yoongi surged upwards to kiss the younger again.

“Daddy,” Jungkook shouted out as he lifted his hips for the first time.

Yoongi grunted back, letting the younger do most of the work for now. It was downright sinful how he moved his hips. Dance major, the words rang around in his head. Jungkook swiveled his hips and Yoongi was left in awe as the younger must have hit his prostate. His whole body tensed, beautifully taut as he arched. Yoongi could only place encouraging kisses across his chest and murmur words of praise as he worked himself on Yoongi’s cock.

“Look at you, my sweet little thing. You’re such a wonder, so good for daddy. You love all the attention, don’t you?” Yoongi ran a hand up the boy’s chest and thumbed at a hard nipple. Jungkook shuddered with his whole body, “You love when daddy spoils you and buys you nice thing, don’t you?” Jungkook absolutely preened under the attention. “You repay me so good too, so lovely and only mine.” Yoongi bent the younger down by tugging on his neck. He left a possessive bite at the place where the delicate neck met his right shoulder. Jungkook stiffened and for a brief moment Yoongi thought he was going to protest against marks but the younger just let out a groan and tilted his head to the side.

“D-daddy, please.” Jungkook tried to wiggle out of his grip but Yoongi kept a hold of him until a red and purple bruise was blossoming.

Once he was satisfied, Yoongi released him and brought a hand to the younger’s neglected cock. “On your knees and turn around, baby” Yoongi pushed him gently and Jungkook got off his cock. Yoongi could sense the younger trembling as he struggled to keep himself upright. Yoongi knelt behind him and pulled him back, arms coming up and across Jungkook’s chest. He lined his cock with the younger’s hole again and Jungkook gasped when he entered him in a swift move.

The position allowed him to thrust up and meet Jungkook’s downward movements and it was oh so satisfying to hear the sound of skin against skin and the filthy squelching of lube.

The air was growing thicker with each passing minute. Yoongi kissed along the younger’s shoulder blades as Jungkook grappled back against him. Fingers were slipping over sweaty skin and moans were getting louder. Yoongi even let out a few of his own for show. Eventually, he grew tired of holding the younger up and he tipped him forward onto his elbows and knees.

His hands retook their place at Jungkook’s hips and he plowed into the younger with all the strength he could spare. He shifted slightly and angled his hips so that he was brushing up against Jungkook’s prostate on every thrust.

“You gonna come for daddy?” Yoongi slammed forward and ground against the younger’s sweet spot. “Gonna make a mess of daddy’s expensive sheets? Gonna be a filthy little slut just for daddy?” He placed a light slap to the younger’s right cheek.

“Ah, yes! Yes, daddy!” Jungkook shouted and thrust back against Yoongi with more force. “Your slut, only yours!” He whined.

“You're gonna come untouched, aren’t you sweetie?” Yoongi knew he was pushing it but he was getting carried away by the moment.

“D-daddy, I can’t” The brunette whined.

“Of course you can; you want to be good for daddy, don’t you?” Yoongi raked his nails down the proffered muscular back. He delivered another slap to the other cheek; it was the strongest one yet.

“Y-yes, yes. Daddy!” Jungkook stopped his movements abruptly. Yoongi was worried for a split second before Jungkook’s warm walls squeezed against him and he let out a sweet whine.  The younger had actually come untouched. Yoongi felt a spike of arousal at the knowledge and continued his movements.

“Beautiful,” Yoongi murmured. It only took a handful of thrusts for him to finish. He came inside the younger with a drawn-out groan. He pulled out and the younger collapsed forward. Yoongi sat back on his haunches and breathed out a satisfied sigh. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair. He looked down at the younger and saw that his cum was beginning to leak out of him. Yoongi smiled and leaned forward. He spread the brunette’s cheeks and licked up the stripe of his own spunk.

Okay, maybe he wasn’t as vanilla as he had originally thought.

“Cut!” Jimin shouted and just like that Yoongi was hit with the reality of the situation.

“Fuck,” He hissed and collapsed backwards.

“Holy shit, that was great.” Jimin bounced over to them.

Yoongi just threw an arm over his eyes. “I hate you.” Suddenly he felt a weight on his abdomen and he peered up at whoever it was. To his surprise it was Jungkook, Yoongi mentally winced at the dripping cum he felt on his stomach.

“You know,” Jungkook trailed off, “I wouldn’t be opposed to having you actually sponsor me.”

Yoongi glared at him, “Get off me and go take a bath before I kick your ass, kid.” The younger just laughed and ran off to the en-suite bathroom. Yoongi chanced a glance at Jimin who was putting the equipment away. Huh, Yoongi thought in wonder, guess he really is straight- the younger had a distinct lack of boner and Yoongi doubted his self-control was that good.

“Don’t worry about that, Jimin just has a small dick.” Hoseok (Shit, Hoseok) was suddenly next to him and holding out a bathrobe. Yoongi gladly accepted the robe and threw it over himself. Jimin was vaguely protesting in the background in a high-pitched voice about Hoseok’s comment.

“You good?” The raven-haired male asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m fine. A little unsettled by the whole thing but fine. You?” Yoongi closed his eyes and rubbed at his temples.

“Aside from really wanting your dick in me, I’m great!” Hoseok chirped out like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Yoongi, who was still sat on the bed, spluttered and turned to the side to face Hoseok but was instead at eye-level with Hoseok’s obvious boner. He quickly looked up to Hoseok’s face that was flushed. “What the fuck, yo?!” Yoongi was getting tired of repeating himself.

“Oh you know, that was really fucking hot and I’m asking Jimin to make me a copy of that video.” Hoseok said casually.

Moment of silence in which a million thoughts ran through Yoongi’s head along with an image of him fucking Hoseok that made his dick twitch feebly. “Why don’t you just download it from the web?” Was the only thing that managed to leave his mouth.

Hoseok laughed, “Jimin runs a tight ship, only subscribers- I don’t have that kind of money.” With that Hoseok awkwardly waddled out of the room, obviously troubled by the erection.

Min Yoongi, filthy stinkin’ rich, composer and an intern at a respectful company ended up befriending the orange-haired menace and the quirky dance student. His house, mansion, became Jimin’s favorite shooting spot and the number of subscribers skyrocketed with each new video.

Yoongi was just glad nobody had recognized him. Yet.

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 Min Yoongi knew that answering the door when a head of orange hair could clearly be seen through the glass was a bad idea. He knew it- and yet, he found himself answering it anyway. He could have let one of his servants do it but that would put the secrecy with which he had dealt with the student the last few times at risk.

He knew he was fucked as soon as Jimin came in through the door, kneeled down in front of him and clasped his childlike hands in a praying motion (he was thrown back to when Hoseok had done this- and if that was any indication, this meeting was not going to end well for him).

“Whatever you have to say, no.” Yoongi said firmly and pointed towards the door.

“Yoongi, lovely, soft yet sexy, Yoongi!” The younger cried out. “Please hear me out!”

“No,” He nudged the younger forcefully with the toe of his sock-clad foot. “Out.”

“Yoongi! You don’t understand! The views- they’ve skyrocketed! If this continues I’ll be able to pay off my student loans before I get married and pass the debt to my kids!” Jimin wailed.

“I’ll pay them for you; I’ll pay you to never step foot into my house again.” Yoongi stared at the younger determined not to give in.

“Yoongi, this is a matter of principal! I can’t take your money!” Jimin elaborated, still on his knees.

“But you can ask me to star in a porno? Priorities and moral right there.” Yoongi scoffed.

“You were a star, Yoongi, how can I not ask for a sequel?” Jimin opened his arms in a grand gesture.

The little comment went straight to Yoongi’s already inflated ego. He felt his ears grow warm and his resistance was waning. He’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t enjoyed last time, the kid was good at what he does (no matter how illicit it was). He had also had the privilege of giving Hoseok a boner that didn’t falter even as they had burnt toast Yoongi had haphazardly thrown at them for dinner. He didn’t really cook. So maybe letting Jimin do another video wouldn’t be so bad. Yoongi was a little affronted that his naked ass and flushed face were on the internet but it was also kinda hot. Lately, Yoongi had been finding out he was a lot less vanilla than he had originally thought. Nobody had recognized him- except Namjoon (out of all the people!) and that had been an interesting conversation. (“Yoongi, why did I watch you fuck Jungkook in a porno last night?” “I don’t know, Namjoon, why did you watch me fuck Jungkook in a porno last night?”)

“... What do you want me to do?” He asked after his brief internal monologue.

Jimin released a shrill scream and jumped up, he and Hoseok were way too similar for Yoongi’s comfort- except he actually liked Hoseok and barely tolerated Jimin.

“Things are gonna be a bit different this time so I’m wondering if you’d be okay bottoming.” Jimin shuffled his feet nervously.

“Who am I bottoming for?” Yoongi asked, curiosity peaked- he should have known that by now curiosity killed the fucking cat.

“Why, Master Jungkook, of course!” Jimin chirped happily.

“I don’t do pet-play, buddy.” Yoongi hissed at the younger. “This is such a fucking incriminating conversation to have out in the open. Come with me” He then made the mistake of leading Jimin into the office slash library.

“Holy shit, this place is perfect for what I have in mind!” Jimin buzzed around the room and inspected several shelves and books here and there. The room was a decent size, it didn’t have rows and rows of books and several stories but it was a large room. The desk and chair were in the middle. There was a leather couch off to the right and a table with some books to the left. The walls were lined with shelves and there was even a trophy case from his basketball days.  

Yoongi eyed his mahogany desk remorsefully. “Again, no pet-play.” The devil-spawn only turned around to give him an eye-smile that would have been adorable if the student wasn’t pure evil.

“Don’t worry, nothing like that. Though, I’ve gotta ask you how you feel about maids.”

“No!”

Yoongi should have said no, then, now and in the future. Instead, he had said yes and found himself dressed in a skimpy excuse for a French maid outfit.

“Can’t believe you let him shave your legs.” Hoseok, who was of course not missing a chance of seeing Yoongi thoroughly degraded, said with an amused grin.

“Can’t believe you spew shit every time you open your mouth,” Yoongi bit back poisonously.

It did nothing to lessen Hoseok’s smile, in fact he just grinned wider. “Maybe I should have introduced him to you ages ago. Would have if I’d known I would get to see you in thigh-highs and a skirt.”

“I hate you; from the bottom of my black little heart I fucking hate you.” Yoongi growled. He could feel the breeze flowing through the house on his scantily-clad ass. The wind would rustle the skirt and lift it up every so often and he cursed whoever made the damn draft. He was flushed, he knew he was blushing like crazy and Hoseok’s predatory gaze wasn’t helping him at all. In fact, he had been sent to the hall to calm down because he was too red and stuttery (angry) when he needed to be coy and shy in front of his master/boss. Young brat who enjoyed bossing people around cuz he had money, Jimin had said. Another vague plot used as an excuse for porn. Not that people actually watches porn for the plot- well he certainly didn’t.

“Stop looking at me like that, I’ll shiv you with this duster you pervy bastard.” Yoongi threatened and took deep breaths while he leaned against a wall.

“You’re here to get fucked while wearing a dress and I’m the perv?” Hoseok’s eyes glazed over with something unreadable as Yoongi shoved off the wall and stalked away from him. He shuddered at the wolf whistle that followed him as he left.

“Hate to see you leave, love to watch you go!” Hoseok called after him and Yoongi promptly flipped him off.

He reentered the library and leaned against the door. Jungkook looked up with his stupidly adorable face that felt out of place with his douche-y outfit. The younger was wearing khaki shorts, white converse and a damn polo. There was a sweater resting over his shoulders and a pair of sunglasses perched on his head. He smiled at Yoongi reassuringly and Yoongi just hissed at him.

“We ready to go now?” Jimin tapped his foot impatiently.

“I hate you, you know that?” Yoongi shot in Jimin’s direction.

“Say what you want but you’re still letting me do this,” The younger grinned and stood up from the leather chair behind the desk to set the camera at the right angle.

“Alright, so just enter when you hear ‘action’- same as last time.” Jimin’s voice was muffled from where his head was bowed into a backpack.

Yoongi sighed but turned around to exit the room. He pulled open the heavy door and promptly pulled in Hoseok who was grabbing the door handle.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Yoongi shouted as Hoseok came toppling over him. They both ended up on the floor as Jungkook and Jimin laughed. Hoseok’s hands were resting on Yoongi’s chest and the younger looked down to where he was clutching. He looked up and smirked.

“Mi lady,” Hoseok drawled.

Yoongi raised his leg and kneed him in the crotch. Hoseok yowled in pain and rolled to the side. “I will cause all of you bodily harm and- oh, my god. Tell me you didn’t just film that.” Yoongi stared wide-eyed at Jimin who was pointing a hand-held camera at them.

“Sure did,” Jimin cackled, Hoseok whined in protest and Jungkook just sighed.

“Can we get this show on the road, I have places to be.” The brunette said, obviously annoyed by the situation.

Yoongi stood up and dusted himself off, “Look, either get behind Jimin or leave.” Hoseok scrambled upwards and dashed over to Jimin who was back to fiddling with the camera.

He exited the door and prayed to god they don’t get cum on his expensive desk. That thing was old as balls and he would be in serious trouble if anything happened to it. He loved that desk, it had been his favorite place to study when he was in school and-

“Action!”

Yoongi snapped up and hurriedly entered the room, the dress rustling as he moved. He stumbled as he closed the door, the sound loud in the silence.

“Y-you called, Master?” Yoongi looked at the younger from under his freshly dyed, pink fringes.

“Of course I did, look at this mess!” Jungkook did a sweep of his arm dramatically. The tone the younger used surprised Yoongi- it was firm and scolding with a layer of bratty underneath. It was a very specific tone. The loud sound of a bubble popping snapped his attention upwards. The younger was noisily chewing gum and appraising him with sharp eyes. Yoongi involuntarily shivered.

“I'm so sorry, Master, but I hadn’t gotten to this room yet- the mansion is awfully big.” Yoongi used the sweetest tone possible.

“I should fire your ass,” Jungkook stood up and moved towards him. Yoongi self-consciously fiddled with the apron on his skirt. “But, I have a better idea.” Yoongi kept quiet and waited for the younger to speak. He didn’t exactly know what to say, anyway- it wasn’t like he was in this situation often. “You see, you’ve been very good for me up until now, darling.” Jungkook sneered and grasped Yoongi’s chin to make him look up. “You’re even wearing the lovely little outfit I got you.” Jungkook promptly bent down and licked a stripe up Yoongi’s throat.

Yoongi flinched at the contact and gasped, “M-master, what are you-”

Jungkook’s fingers on his jaw tightened and he growled a little. “Did I say you could speak?”

Yoongi would have shaken his head but the hand held him firmly in place so he let out a pitiful little ‘n-no’.

Jungkook hummed, “Then why the fuck did you talk, huh?” The younger used his free hand to grab Yoongi by the waist and bring him forward. Yoongi dramatically let the duster drop to the ground with a loud clattering sound.

“I’m s-sorry, Master, it won’t happen again!” Yoongi stuttered out. He could feel his cheeks warming up at the sleazy way Jungkook was looking him up and down. He poked a tongue out to wet his lips and tasted lip-gloss. He mentally cursed himself for getting talked into putting on the makeup- he also had a bit of eyeliner on and he wasn’t even going to question why Jimin carried that around with him in his bag.

“That’s cool but like, I still have to punish you.” Jungkook detached himself from the older abruptly and went back to sit on the desk. He chewed noisily and raked his eyes up Yoongi’s lithe frame. “Come,” He beckoned with his finger. “You look so pretty,” He purred in a sly manner and Yoongi whimpered as a hand clutched onto his slim wrist. “Bet you’d look even prettier bent over this desk, don’t you think?” He released Yoongi’s chin in favor of encircling his throat lightly.

“Master, p-please…” Yoongi looked away now that his face was free. He turned towards the camera but didn’t look at it; instead he willed tears to his eyes. He thought briefly how degrading the situation was and thanked god it was in his role to be embarrassed.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart~” Jungkook purred against his cheek. Yoongi let a dramatic tear slide down his face and mentally congratulated himself. He should win an Oscar, are there Oscars for porn? He should look into it and- oh, Jungkook had moved while Yoongi was distracted and now he was bent over the desk with Jungkook running a hand under the skirt.

“Y-Yes!” He choked out as an answer to the original question.

“I thought so,” Yoongi could hear the grin in his voice and he could only imagine the look on the younger’s face. He shivered as Jungkook hiked the skirt up. “What should I do with you?” He leaned forward and mouthed at the back of Yoongi’s neck.

“L-let me clean the room?” Yoongi asked hopefully in a meek voice.

Jungkook laughed boisterously and delivered a quick slap to his backside. Yoongi whimpered even if he didn’t particularly enjoy the sting the large hand left.

“I was thinking more in the lines of how I should punish you. Maybe I should just fuck you over this desk, turn you into a little cock-slut. Bet you’d love that, it wouldn’t be much of a punishment then, would it?” Jungkook ran his hands up Yoongi’s back under the top of the dress. He brought them down again and squeezed his perky ass. Yoongi whined despite his mental struggle to keep all the sounds in. “It wouldn’t be a punishment unless… unless I don’t let you come.”

‘I’ll fucking kill him; I swear to God, I’ll kill him’. Yoongi was really close to calling the entire thing off, he’s going to kill the damn brat and his orange-haired devil’s spawn of a boss and Hoseok along with them. ‘He’s so getting blue balled after this’, Yoongi thought in retaliation as Jungkook continued to grope his ass.

“Master, surely you w-wouldn’t…” Yoongi said breathlessly, “N-not in your father’s office!” He gasped as if the thought was scandalous. He felt ridiculous; he had fitted into the role of the brat’s sugar daddy much better. He turned his head and pressed his cheek against the wooden surface, half-lidded eyes met Hoseok’s wide ones. Jungkook was rambling about fucking Yoongi senseless in the background but Yoongi was too caught up in Hoseok’s hungry gaze to pay attention. The look the younger had on his face made him feel less ridiculous, it made him feel filthy in the best way. He felt his breath hitch as Hoseok licked his lips, the younger broke the staring contest first and Yoongi was aware that he had to pay attention to what Jungkook was doing.

Jungkook was still talking dirty, something about tying him up on one of the balconies. Yoongi could barely make out what the younger was saying, mind still filled with Hoseok’s dark orbs. ‘Focus, this isn’t the time to have a romantic epiphany!’ Yoongi chided himself and arched his back. He let out a moan as he felt Jungkook grind against him.

“Would you like that, baby?” Jungkook suddenly asked and, shit, Yoongi had no idea what the younger had been talking about.    

“Anything you want, Master!” He decided to plead; he had no idea what he had just agreed to.

Jungkook chuckled and Yoongi heard rustling, the younger must have taken off his shirt and pants. Yoongi clawed forward as his hips were roughly pulled back. He yelped when Jungkook snuck a hand under his chest to heft him up onto the table. Jungkook positioned him so that he was kneeling on the table, knees spread as far as they would go- just the right height for Jungkook to pound into him.

Suddenly the younger was gone and moving around the room; Yoongi watched him open one of the desk drawers and pulled out bottle of lube and a condom. Again, he wondered when the younger had even snuck that in.

“Have to open you up first, baby.” The predatory look sent a shiver down Yoongi’s spine again (‘Not like Hoseok’s though’, his mind supplied unhelpfully). 

“You’ll be nice and wet for your Master, gonna feel so good.” Jungkook closed his eyes as if he was imagining it. He suddenly spat out the chewing gum and Yoongi mentally winced- he’s gonna make the brat pick that up later.

Yoongi decided to play it up a bit, he pouted his lips and rounded his eyes (subconsciously doing it for Hoseok’s sake as well). He gripped at the skirt’s hem with long fingers. “M-master…” He let the word die out as Jungkook released his cock from his briefs.

“I’ll take good care of you, little maid, don’t worry.” Jungkook puffed out his chest and retook his position behind Yoongi. He pulled the skirt up and bunched it around so that it doesn’t disturb him during what he was about to do; he told Yoongi to hold it. Yoongi noticed Jimin walking around the room again so he took the hem and placed it in his mouth. He bit down on the material and wrapped one hand around his exposed hips, above his erection, while the other held the rest of the material.

Jungkook moved the damn lace panties aside with his dry hand and inserted a wet finger into him without much warning. Yoongi tensed up but thankfully Jungkook waited for him to adjust before he started moving again.

“So tight, baby, haven’t ever been fucked?” Jungkook sneered against his back.

Yoongi mentally scoffed, sure, but staying in character and all that. “N-no, Master,” he said in a quiet voice, half-muffled by the dress still in his mouth.

Jungkook growled in response, “When I’m done with you, you won’t want another cock in you, baby.”

Hoseok, though; his mind once again jumped to his raven-haired friend. Yoongi threw his head back ad Jungkook grazed his prostate, he whined loudly around the material.

“There you go, baby, that’s your sweet spot.” Jungkook panted against him, breath creating a damp spot on the fabric of the dress. Yoongi pushed his ass back against the younger’s finger but the younger removed it soon. He wasn’t left waiting for long as Jungkook returned with two fingers this time. He pushed in easily, seeing as Yoongi was now more relaxed and started thrusting them in.

“You’re so pretty, baby, can’t wait to be balls-deep in your virgin hole.” Jungkook was vibrating with tension against Yoongi. The younger was pretending to hold himself back and Yoongi laughed inwardly. His mental laugh was cut off as Jungkook jabbed the two fingers straight into his prostate. He gasped loudly and let the hem fall from his mouth. The edge grazed his swollen cockhead causing him to jerk back in surprise. Jungkook’s hand came up to clutch his hips again and Yoongi prayed there would be no bruises there tomorrow.

“So eager for me, you filthy little bitch, gonna make you feel so good- but you’re still not gonna get to come.” The hand at his him came around to stroke his cock a few times. Yoongi shuddered with his whole body. He could feel the orgasm building in him but he knew he’s not going to get to come today- at least not on tape.

Jungkook made quick work of inserting a third finger and wiggling them around. He purposely avoided Yoongi’s sweet spot and the older cursed him for the torture. Tears were gathering in the corners of his eyes as Jungkook gripped the base of his cock, denying him his orgasm.

“M-master, please!” Yoongi wasn’t above begging at this point; the situation even though hot, really hot, was irritating him because the younger had really gotten into his role. Yoongi wasn’t used to being helpless and it was only mildly arousing.

Finally, finally, Jungkook took his fingers out and put on a condom. Yoongi felt the panties tear at the seams as Jungkook stretched them down enough to nudge the head of his cock against Yoongi’s hole. Without much warning, again, he pushed in. He kept up pressing in slowly until he was sheathed fully. He groaned in appreciation against Yoongi’s neck and bit at the skin.

“Master!” Yoongi shouted as Jungkook started moving. The younger was merciless as he pounded into him. All raw power without much finesse, Yoongi briefly wondered if the younger had ever topped before or if it was part of his role. Jungkook fucked with the mission to get himself off and leave Yoongi needy and moaning in mind. Yoongi let out little keening noises every time Jungkook thrust upwards and missed his sweet spot completely. He was going to have the boy’s head when this was over.

“So tight, baby, sound so good.” Jungkook groaned back and groped around Yoongi’s front; hands swiftly moving up over his clothed nipples and rubbing. Yoongi hissed at the sensation and cursed him to seven hells and back. He met the younger’s thrusts eagerly despite his grumpy internal attitude. He was hoping he could come untouched before the younger notices. Sadly, Yoongi wasn’t so lucky.

Jungkook increased the pace of his movements and restricted the range. Yoongi was left with only short and fast thrusts that Jungkook was giving him and it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy him.

All of a sudden, Jungkook moved his hands under Yoongi’s thighs and fucking lifted him up. Cock still lodged inside, he carried them over to the office chair and sat down. However, he didn’t release Yoongi’s thighs; instead he used the grip to move Yoongi up and down his cock. Yoongi could only gasp in shock and flail as he was left powerless and at the mercy of the younger, rock hard and bent in half.

“You’re so small and cute, baby, so easy to manhandle. I love it,” Jungkook nuzzled behind his ear.

Yoongi seethed inside at being called small and cute, especially in the same sentence. He let it slide as Jungkook was now hitting his prostate dead on. He cried out at the final movement as he felt Jungkook still. He cried out in protest because this meant he wasn’t going to get to come. Jungkook came inside the condom with a hoarse cry. Yoongi was unceremoniously dumped onto the desk.

“Thanks, sugar, that was great. You should clean this place up, though.” And with that Jungkook threw the condom away, pulled on his shorts, picked up his shirt and left the room. Yoongi, glassy eyed with tears of frustration and eyeliner streaming down his face because he was so close, only whimpered in response.     

“Cut!” Jimin yelled and burst out into laughter.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Yoongi growled. “I’ll kill the both of you!” He stood up on shaky legs only to fall back onto the chair. “You fucks! I deserve better than this! This is the thanks I get!” He shouted after Jimin as the younger picked up his camera and tripod and hightailed it out of the room. “Fucking hell, never again.”

There was a sound of a throat clearing to his right and he snapped his head up. Hoseok was standing there with a bright smile and an outstretched palm. “Need a hand?”

“Fuck off,” Yoongi batted the arm away but Hoseok just laughed and closed in to lift him up effortlessly. What was it with people manhandling him today?

“C’mon, let’s get you out of those.” Hoseok said in a placating voice.

“You could have bought me dinner first,” Yoongi joked but he was the only one laughing as Hoseok looked at him seriously. Suddenly, he was on the desk again with Hoseok crowding his space.

“You have no idea,” Is all he said before he bent down to take Yoongi’s panties off and took his dick into his mouth. Yoongi threw his head back and moaned in earnest as Hoseok sucked him in deeper. His hands came up to the younger’s head to clutch at raven locks.

“Hoseok, fuck, deeper!” Yoongi whined loudly.

Hoseok obeyed and relaxed his jaw, taking Yoongi in deeper. The sensation was amazing and Yoongi was so strung out it only took a handful of upward and downward movements for Yoongi to be coming down Hoseok’s throat. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to warn the younger but Hoseok accommodated quickly and swallowed it down.

Yoongi stared at him as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Hoseok patted his thigh and left the room with a wink.

“Fuck,” Yoongi fell back against the desk and threw a hand over his eyes.

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Min Yoongi was a curious individual. Curiosity (and admittedly his libido) was what got him into the whole porn mess in the first place. Sure, it was fun but not when Jimin kept breathing down his neck for another sequel.

(“You gotta!” “I don’t have to do anything.” “I’ll release it to the press.” “I’m filthy rich and not above hiring someone to assassinate you.”)

Now, the whole porn deal had led to Namjoon not being able to look him in the eye properly for an entire month. It’s also a good thing that beside his internship and the subsequent company where it’s at, he only ever goes out of his house to go to his friends’ place. Namjoon and Seokjin own a homey flat in the town and Hoseok is seemingly always there. And since he barely ever makes an appearance, nobody was able to recognize him yet- not that he expected any fame from the whole thing, he was just a bit paranoid.  

But most importantly, it led to things between him and Hoseok being weird as shit. Yoongi was so over that. After the impromptu blowjob he had received from the raven-haired male, Hoseok had all but vanished. He wasn’t on any of his social media, he wasn’t at NamJin’s and he wasn’t even in his favorite café (the fact that Yoongi had bothered to check is really saying something. Seokjin had called him out on it and Yoongi was forced to run away from the older just like he ran away from all his problems.)

Yoongi was so over it that, in fact, he wasn’t thinking about it at all. No, Sir. Especially at night when he was alone and horny, not even then. He didn’t think about Hoseok’s intense eyes on him, or the soft hands hefting him up- not even about the soft mouth and how well it took him in. He didn’t, he would never.

It was on one such night of decidedly not thinking about Hoseok and his sinful mouth that curiosity (and boredom) had gotten the better of Min Yoongi. The staff was off for the night, he never kept them around much in the first place, so he was alone in the giant mansion. It was okay, he was used to being left to his own devices. It did get lonely sometimes but Yoongi would usually call Hoseok up to keep him company. Alas, the younger’s sudden disappearing act prevented him from doing that.

He was lying on his bed with his laptop and scrolling through his Facebook feed. It was excruciating, seeing all the people who he disliked having fun and being in relationships. He had considered unfriending most of them before but it always seemed such a hassle. He was a little bitter, okay. After about an hour of that, he switched to Twitter and after that to Instagram. After all of the platforms have been checked, all the messages answered and all the pictures liked (he hated social obligations); he let his head drop back to the pillow with a heavy sigh.

Then he remembered something, Jimin had linked him to a certain site a while ago. He had promptly scoffed at the younger’s message and shoved it to the back of his mind. He had soon forgotten all about it, well, up until now. He went back to his inbox and opened Jimin’s chat.

ParkMe.com

Yoongi outright laughed at the name. “Classy, really classy, Jimin.” He murmured to himself with a laugh. He scrolled the home page that explained what the brat actually did.

‘If you’re here it means that you’re looking for a good time- well, you’re in luck! One and only Park here, I’m bringing you high quality amateur porn that indulges all your kinks. But, in return I requite a certain donation. Monthly or yearly subscriptions are…’- yadda yadda yadda, Yoongi breezily scrolled through the explanation until he reached the subscription box. He thought to himself if he was really going to do it but it was all pretty clear when he saw the transaction being completed. He was soon allowed the entrance to the site. He was surprised that the design wasn’t half bad. Everything was clear and easily accessible. He looked around for a bit, not really wanting to see the videos just yet. He saw the number of subscribers and was a bit shocked. The number was way higher than he would have suspected it being, it made him slightly uncomfortable.

He rubbed the back of his neck and decided it was time, if nothing it would help him get his mind off of the number of people that had potentially watched him have sex. It was all very cringe-y. At first the videos were only of Jungkook doing well, solo stuff. Then in a few videos he was joined by a tan brunette with a boxy grin- he guessed that was Taehyung since the scene had also changed. He looked mostly at the thumbnails, not having the will to watch any of them since he already knew what the younger looked like while jerking off.

What caught his eye was a thumbnail of a very familiar ass and back.

“I shouldn’t,” He bit his lip and ran a hand through his fading pink hair. He really should not have but there he was, clicking away. It was Hoseok, of course it was Hoseok- nobody had an ass that great (nobody else’s ass was committed to Yoongi’s memory as Hoseok’s was). He settled back with his legs spread and the laptop between them.

The video was titled something very descriptive and not imaginative at all and Yoongi was slightly disappointed. It started with the male, Hoseok, appearing in front of the camera in tight briefs. His face wasn’t shown and Yoongi was slightly jealous of the anonymity the other had gotten to keep.

Yoongi guiltily watched on as arousal stirred in the pit of his stomach. He watched as Hoseok teased himself through his briefs, running a hand over the forming bulge and breathing out airily. Yoongi gulped as the younger got a firmer grip on himself. The growing erection was very noticeable only a few moments later and Yoongi was mortified to find his own pants too tight for comfort. It wasn’t unexpected but it was still embarrassing just how quickly it had happened.

Hoseok let out a moan and Yoongi was brought back to the video, his cock throbbed as he saw Hoseok fondling himself with lazy strokes. The younger had his dick out in the open; the quality of the video was good enough for Yoongi to see every vein he wanted to trace with his tongue and the beading pre-cum at the head. Yoongi was quickly losing his composure and self restraint. He refused to touch himself while watching this. He was still trying to convince himself he was not enjoying what he was seeing.

The video wasn’t long and Yoongi was extremely pleased that he had kept his hand away from his own aching hardness during the whole thing. Hoseok had come with a breathy grunt and Yoongi had to close his eyes and inhale deeply to force some air into his own lungs.

‘That wasn’t so incriminating,’ He chuckled to himself as he continued to scroll through the page. Finally he reached what he had originally intended to look up on the site. He felt his cheeks heat up as he read that he had been appointed the name Suga, the rapper name he had used (in private, mind you) before he had changed it to Agust D. Thankfully, he had no tracks released under that name and Yoongi wondered how the younger had gotten a hold of it. He made a mental note to ask Hoseok about it later, if the younger ever talked to him again.

Then he blushed an even darker shade when he saw the comments and the praises that the subscribers had left. Everyone was beyond impressed by him and his acting skills and how good he was for the resident star Jungkook. He gagged a little at the nastier comments some people had written and scrunched his nose at the people who had called him cute.

He played the video eventually and found it to be a better quality than he had expected. It was like a weird sense of déjà vu; it washed over him as he watched the scene unfold. He was there, he knew what happened- but it was still interesting seeing it from a different perspective. He wondered if this is what it looked like to Hoseok who had been right alongside Jimin behind the camera. His cock twitched as Jungkook let out one of those lustful moans, he remembered what they had felt like against his skin and now he saw the younger’s expression clearly. He thought about how everything had unfurled quickly when it was happening but on video it seemed to last almost too long.

He finally lost it as the video cut back to a flashback of Jungkook fingering himself while screaming for his daddy. He reached down and quickly kicked off his jeans. He squeezed himself through his underwear and grunted as the video returned back to Jungkook saying how he missed his daddy.  To his own eyes, Yoongi looked aloof on the footage. He looked stern and contemplating but he knew that on the inside he had been anything but. He wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness but then the sound of a slap came from the laptop speaker and Yoongi remembered, right, spanking.

He was almost all the way through the video, stroking himself slowly with one hand and clutching the sheets in the other when a sound of running footsteps down the hall alerted him of another presence in the mansion. He felt too slow; he knew he was too relaxed to act quickly and before he realized it, the double doors of his bedroom had been opened.

He could only close his eyes in horror and imagine how he looked with his legs spread wide and head tilted back, mouth agape.

“Yoongi, I need to talk to y-” Of course it’s Hoseok. After days of radio silence he chose the worst moment to appear. In Yoongi’s house no less.

“This is very fucking typical of you, Hoseok.” Yoongi let the hand drop away from his erection, eyes still firmly shut and porn still playing.

“Oh, my god! I am so sorry!” Hoseok squealed and Yoongi peeked at him. The younger was turned around with hands covering his face.

“Jesus H. Christ, Hoseok, you’ve seen me get fucked and fuck- don’t make a big deal out of this.” Yoongi snorted.    

“Yeah but this is your me time and-” He paused mid sentence and turned his head slightly, “Dude, are you watching your own porn?”

Yoongi groaned loudly, “Fuck off.” He tugged his underwear back on, not wanting to give the younger a show (that’s a lie, his brain supplied).

Hoseok laughed and turned around completely, his eyes were bright with mirth as he meet Yoongi’s annoyed glare. “No, no.” He chuckled again, “I get it, I mean- I always knew you were narcissistic so this is just a new level.”

Yoongi growled and launched a pillow at him; Hoseok dodged it skillfully and approached the bed. “Which one is it,” He reached for the laptop and Yoongi couldn’t find the strength to stop him. “Wait, this is the site- don’t tell me you…” He trailed off.

“Yeah, I subscribed.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive manner.

Hoseok started to laugh again but then abruptly he stopped. A realization seemed to dawn on him as he looked at Yoongi wide-eyed. Yoongi smirked, sensing what Hoseok was about to say.

“Yoongi, you didn’t.” Hoseok almost slammed the laptop shut as he said it.

“Oh, but I did.” Yoongi grinned evilly.

Hoseok let out a wail, “You couldn’t jack off to other people’s porn like a normal person?!”

“It’s only fair. After all, you’ve seen me and now I’ve seen you.” Yoongi reasoned rationally.

“This is embarrassing,” Hoseok slumped down at the edge of the bed.

“Get over it,” Yoongi reached forward and flicked a finger against the younger’s forehead. He belatedly realized it was the hand that had been jerking him off just moments ago. He decided not to mention it. “You wanted to talk to me?” Yoongi deflected to another subject, “Also, what the fuck? Why’d you disappear like that?” He couldn’t stop the slight anger that rose in his voice.

“About that,” Hoseok looked at him then, as if unable to meet his eyes properly, let his gaze drop- this was of course followed by a blush as Yoongi still had a boner. Hoseok swallowed noisily and Yoongi was brought back to their last interaction. All of a sudden, Hoseok looked up and his eyes were intense. “I wanna fuck you.”

Yoongi chokes back a laugh and falls to his side, “Wow, really, I wouldn’t have guessed.”

“Fuck you,” Hoseok huffed.

“You wish, oh wait.” Yoongi cackled and Hoseok smacked him on the side of his thigh as retaliation.

“This isn’t funny; this is like a physical need.” Hoseok crawled forward and plopped down next to Yoongi.

“I know, and no.” Yoongi smirked as he younger’s face fell.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Hoseok murmured against the expensive sheets.

“I mean, no, you don’t get to fuck me after going off grid and leaving me chasing after you like that. You don’t get to do that to Min Yoongi.” Yoongi firmly stated with amusement in his tone.  

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I panicked after the…thing… last time. I didn’t know how you’d react so I just hid.” Hoseok rolled onto his back and turned his head to look at Yoongi.

“And why did you panic? I mean, it was unexpected but it wasn’t like I was opposed to it.” Yoongi asked.

“I panicked because it wasn’t how I wanted to do things.” Hoseok sighed and threw an arm over his face, hiding it in the crook of his elbow.

“And by that you mean…?” Yoongi turned towards the younger and supported himself on one arm as the other one swept through the air in a vague gesture.

“I wanted to take you out on a date first. I really like you, Yoongs.” Hoseok mumbled but Yoongi heard him clear as day.

“Oh,” Yoongi said dumbly. He had suspected, of course he had, but it was another thing entirely to actually hear Hoseok say it out loud. He had suspected but there was also a sliver of doubt to his conviction, he decided not to let the younger know that and play it off cockily.  

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” Hoseok said in a small voice.

“I mean, I know but-” He started to say but Hoseok cut him off.

“What do you mean you know?” The younger sat up and turned to look at him fully.

Yoongi laughed a little, “Hoseok you’re not really subtle.” Yoongi reached one hand up and cupped the younger’s cheek. “Who else gets the privilege of knowing everything about your day aside from me?” Yoongi cooed, “You’re always so open and happy when you’re with me. I mean, sure, you’re happy when we’re with the rest as well but they never make your eyes shine like that.”

“Woah there, Yoongi, Narcissus is getting jealous.” Hoseok giggled and leaned into the comforting touch.

“What? I’m right, aren’t I?” Yoongi moved forward until he was inches away from the younger’s face. “Besides, it’s not like I’m any different. Seokjin used to make fun of me; I never really understood what he meant until he showed me a picture. ‘You look at him like the sun shines out of his ass’, he used to say.” Yoongi breathed out a laugh. He could feel Hoseok’s jaw working under his palm as the younger gritted his teeth.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Hoseok whispered.

“I’m Min Yoongi, no way in hell am I confessing first.” Yoongi leaned backwards with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Also, I never really knew if it was more than friendly affection. But then you got a boner over me screwing the living daylight out of Jungkook and I knew it was beyond friendly.”

Hoseok coughs loudly, “Well, it was a hot scene.”

“Kinky bastard,” Yoongi smiled happily and finally leaned in to claim Hoseok’s heart-shaped mouth. His lips were as soft as he imagined, even more so. Except Hoseok couldn’t stop smiling so Yoongi ended up nipping at his lower lip. “Stop grinning like an idiot, I wanna kiss you properly.”

“Sorry,” Hoseok huffed but he didn’t sound sorry at all.

They kissed like that for a while until Yoongi decided to shift their positions. He pushed Hoseok to lie on the bed while he climbed over to settle on his stomach, thighs on each side of the younger. Yoongi looked down at him with a smug expression. Hoseok’s face was red and he was panting slightly, pupils dilated almost all the way.

“You really not gonna let me fuck you?” Hoseok asked breathlessly.

“No,” Yoongi responded with a grin. “Instead,” He leaned closer to the younger’s ear, “I’m gonna fuck you.” He growled; he licked at the younger’s earlobe and Hoseok shuddered at the sensation. Yoongi felt the whine rise in the younger’s chest before it left his mouth.

“Fuck,” Hoseok breathed. “Yeah, I’m down with that.”

Yoongi chuckled and shifted lower, grinding his ass against the other’s crotch. Hoseok hissed, shooting him a weak glare. “Of course you are, you’re a thirsty hoe.” Yoongi said playfully and Hoseok’s frown deepened.

“Why are you torturing me, like watching you doing the do with someone else wasn’t painful enough?” Hoseok said sorrowfully.

“Please, you enjoyed that.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. Hoseok’s petulant face dissolved into a grin that matched Yoongi’s.

“Probably more than I should have, to be honest.” He said and Yoongi hummed.

“Clothes off,” Yoongi commanded and leaned up to let the younger sit. Hoseok took off his hoodie hurriedly and then stopped to look at Yoongi pointedly.

“Can’t exactly do that with you on top of me?” Hoseok complained.

“Me? Be on top? Why; I’d love to!” Yoongi laughed at the incredulous look that morphed on the younger’s face. Yoongi decided to have some mercy so he got off the younger and got out of his shirt while Hoseok took off his own pants.

Yoongi hadn’t been paying much attention, too busy trying to move the laptop from the bed and into a safe area (the floor) so he let out a startled yelp as Hoseok tugged him back. He was once again manhandled so that Hoseok was now straddling him in his underwear.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Yoongi asked with a glare.

“You know, I’d love to roll over and play but you’re gonna have to work for that.” Hoseok smirked and Yoongi hadn’t known the younger’s face was capable of such a seductive thing. The younger grinned at Yoongi’s dazed expression; a tongue peaked at the corner of his lips as Yoongi squirmed.

“You’re a bastard,” Yoongi finally decided on saying. He pulled his hands from where the younger had had them in a tight grasp and latched them onto the younger’s hips. He traced the line of the younger’s boxers teasingly as Hoseok stared down at him with expectant eyes. “Fine, how do I earn this?” Yoongi asked, “Not that I really need to.”

“Hey, if you can say no, I can say no as well.” Hoseok raised an eyebrow.

“Fair enough, though I don’t really think you can.” Yoongi said lowly and Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“Rude,” Hoseok said and pretended to get off of Yoongi. Yoongi, in turn, clutched at the younger’s hips insistently.

“Come on, we both know you want this. And, by god, do I want it as well.” He growled, “Want you whining and moaning under me, taking my hard cock so good. Bet you’d be so tight, who knows when’s the last time you got laid.” Yoongi teased and he could see that  Hoseok wanted to protest but the younger was too weak. “A-ah, don’t speak, love.” Yoongi ran a hand up Hoseok’s body. The younger was a sight indeed. Soft skin and firm lines, bronze tan and hard nipples.

Hoseok whined at Yoongi’s teasing touches, “You gonna try something or nah?”

“Oh baby, I’m not just gonna try something- I’m gonna do something.” Yoongi said and with the strength he hadn’t know he had possessed flipped them over and roughly pinned the younger against the soft sheets.

Hoseok yelped and stared up at him with wide eyes. “That was-”

“Hush, I’m gonna be doing the talking, love.” Yoongi parted the younger’s legs and settled a hand on each strong thigh. He ran them up and down the skin as he spoke, “Gonna make you feel so good. Now that I have you, you won’t ever wish for anyone else.” He said possessively and Hoseok keened as the elder’s hands dug into his flesh. Yoongi moved the kneading hands closer to Hoseok’s crotch but never touched it. His own erection was straining against his briefs; it was ridiculous to keep them on by that point so Yoongi decided to get rid of them. Hoseok’s went first and Yoongi’s followed.

He was faced with the younger’s erection that curved up towards his abs. Yoongi licked his lips and contemplated what to do next.

He decided to retrieve the lube from his nightstand. Hoseok whined as he moved but Yoongi just shushed him again. The sound f the drawer opening was loud in the silent room, the only other noise was Hoseok’s labored breathing. The younger was already worked up and Yoongi hadn’t even done anything. He was very pleased that he had such a strong effect on the younger. Not that Yoongi himself wasn’t affected by the raven-haired male. He had been hard since earlier and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on the younger properly.

He returned to his position between Hoseok’s legs, the younger was waiting patiently which surprised Yoongi. He expected more protesting than he was getting. He eyed the younger curiously and Hoseok stared right back at him.

“You like this, don’t you?” Yoongi asked innocently, “You like me being in charge?” Hoseok stayed silent but his throat worked around a moan and Yoongi smiled. “I’m right, of course I am. Who would have thought? Makes sense, you’re always trying to get a rise from me. Trying to get me angry enough that I’d snap at you- makes you hot and bothered, doesn’t it?”

“N-no!” Hoseok seemed to regain his ability to speak.

Yoongi cut him down with a stern look and sharp eyes; hands returning to the younger’s legs and pressing bruises into delicate skin. “I didn’t tell you to speak.” He chided, “Today I’m in charge,” Hoseok just whimpered in turn and Yoongi almost lost his composure. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea how much I want you. How hot you look right now.” Yoongi praised and Hoseok seemed to preen at the attention. He leaned over the younger and connected their lips together in a heated kiss as his hands roamed again.

Hoseok thrust upwards feebly, trying to get some friction but Yoongi was relentless in his teasing. Long, spindly fingers traced every possible line of the younger’s body but avoided the critical areas. Yoongi’s mouth mapped out Hoseok’s throat and marked as it pleased. He sucked a particularly nice hickey where Hoseok’s neck met his shoulder; it bloomed under the attention of Yoongi’s teeth. He soothed the sting with his tongue afterwards and Hoseok moaned loudly.

Yoongi couldn't believe that he had Hoseok spread out like that. It was surreal and he felt heat stab through him at every choked sound the younger let out. It was like his wildest dreams were coming to life. Those dreams he kept locked away for moments he was at his weakest and for long, lonely nights.

“Been dreaming about this for some time, baby.” He shared, “Fuck, can't believe how many times I've jerked off to the thought of you.”

“I swear to god if you don't do something, I'll explode.” Hoseok finally snapped and clutched at the back of Yoongi's head. Yoongi laughed into the younger's shoulder.

“I hate you,” Hoseok whined as Yoongi kept cackling.

“Sure, why not? Hate sex is hot.” Yoongi said and finally humored the younger with a hand on his cock. Hoseok jolted up when the elder's fingers made contact. Yoongi worked slowly and steadily; he ran his hand up and down the hard length. He thumbed at the slit and spread the pre-cum around, making the slide easier.

He worked the younger up slowly until he was begging for release but then he denied it. He could feel the sob that left Hoseok in his own chest. It was a bit cruel but he was subconsciously punishing the younger for being a coward.

Hoseok looked strung out; his muscles were taut as Yoongi's hands worked him over. His head was thrown back, sweaty hair matted to his forehead and veins popping along his neck. Yoongi saw him clutching at the pillow under his head as Yoongi's own hands brought him constant pleasure then pulled back just when he was about to blow.

“Yoongs, you're killing me here.” Hoseok said, voice barely above a whisper and laced with lust.

Yoongi shuddered at the tone. He sat back on his haunches and looked the younger over. “To be fair, you've been pretty bad.”

“Don't pull this shit now, I aint calling you daddy.” Hoseok hissed through clenched teeth as Yoongi whacked him on the thigh.

“Of course not, well- not yet. You have too much pride; you may enjoy me being in charge but this is another thing entirely.” Yoongi grinned menacingly.

“What are you-” Hoseok had started but Yoongi cut him off with a hand on his mouth.

“Don't speak,” He said sternly, “Next time there will be repercussions. Now, here's the deal, you don't get to come until I do and until you've called me daddy.” He could see the internal struggle the younger was leading and it was amusing to watch all the different emotions cross Hoseok's face. Surprisingly, the younger stayed silent. “Excellent, now get on your knees and hold on to the headboard.” He instructed and Hoseok obeyed with shaky movements of unsteady hands and wobbly legs. Yoongi knelt behind him and ran a hand through his sweaty hair and down his back. Hoseok shivered at the feather-light kisses that Yoongi peppered along his shoulder blades.

Yoongi worked slowly, enjoying every new inch of skin he could mark. Red spots littered the younger’s back by the time he was done and Hoseok was a shaking mess of moans and grunts.

“How long do you plan on torturing me?” Hoseok asked as Yoongi ran his hands all over his body.

“Until you say and do what I want,” Yoongi said simply and continued his ministration. He nipped along the knobs of the younger’s spine not so gently and his hands pulled the younger against him. He ground against the pert ass with vigor, his own need becoming unbearable. He briefly wondered for how much longer he could drag the situation. His dick slipped in between the younger’s cheeks and he moaned in surprise. Hoseok jerked forward and clawed at the headboard.

“Shit, Hoseok,” Yoongi slumped forward against the younger and continued to rut against him for a moment. The slide was lubricated by sweat and by pre-cum and it felt filthy but Yoongi was loving it. The urge to come was becoming too much for the both of them at that point.

A particularly hard thrust sent Hoseok sprawling against the headboard and the wall, Yoongi followed suit. Hoseok let out a surprised laugh and Yoongi laughed with him at the absurdity of the situation. Hoseok’s whole body shook as the laugh echoed through the room.

“Stop laughing, you’re ruining the mood.” Yoongi joked lightly and helped the younger to get upright again.

Hoseok kept chuckling, “Goddamn it, Yoongi, please.” The younger reached up to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. “You’ve been giving me blue balls for weeks now; please just get on with it.”

Yoongi cooed and placed a delicate kiss at the back of Hoseok’s neck. “Yeah, baby, anything you want. Sorry I got a little carried away.” He soothed and grappled with the bottle of lube. He poured the clear liquid on his fingers and heard Hoseok mutter something about him being a cocktease. “You ready?” He asked.

“Been ready for half an hour now,” Hoseok pretended to check a non-existent wristwatch.

Yoongi chuckled and finally, finally, started the prep. He inserted a finger into the younger slowly. Hoseok clenched around him but Yoongi soothed him with kisses to the previously left marks along his back. The process was slow and unhurried; one finger turned into two and Hoseok had to take some time to adjust to the sting. Yoongi pumped them in and out as the younger let out soft ohs and ahs.

“Fuck, Yoongi, come on.” Hoseok grunted impatiently.

“Patience, love.” Yoongi murmured and added more lube before he returned with three fingers. He scissored and moved them around, avoiding the younger’s sweet spot.

“I’ll never talk to you again if you don’t put your dick in me in the next 30 seconds.” Hoseok demanded breathlessly.

“That doesn’t sound so bad, considering I told you not to speak.”  Yoongi reminded him. He pulled out his fingers nevertheless and slicked up his aching erection. He whined at the feeling of his own hand on his sensitive skin and could only imagine what kind of sweet torture Hoseok’s ass will be.

“FYI, you’re still not getting to come until you’ve called me daddy.” Yoongi grinned as Hoseok shouted in protest.

“You dick, I’ll never do it!” Hoseok said dramatically.

“Then die from blue balls for all I care!” Yoongi responded in a playful tone. He grasped the narrow waist and held Hoseok still. Once the younger was done protesting and staging a rebellion against Yoongi, he grasped his dick and guided it into the younger slowly.

Hoseok’s protests died on his tongue as Yoongi sheathed himself fully inside the younger. Yoongi moaned as the tight heat squeezed around him. His hips stuttered to a halt as Hoseok clenched.

“Dude, you’re gonna break my dick.”

“Don’t call me dude while we’re having sex, oh my god.”

“Well, we’d be having sex if you’d let the death grip you got on my dick loosen.”

“Fuck off.”

“Again…” Yoongi trailed off, still patiently waiting for Hoseok to adjust. He couldn’t believe how easily he was able to talk to Hoseok even in the middle of such an act. It was like their whole friendship was building up to this. He wondered if Hoseok felt the same way. He was brought out of his thoughts as Hoseok shifted his hips experimentally.

“You gonna let me move?” Yoongi asked with a breathless lilt to his voice.

“Fuck, okay, go.” Hoseok approved and Yoongi nodded to himself.

He started up a slow pace, pulling out half way then thrusting in. Hoseok was still pretty tight so Yoongi shifted to a different angle. Judging by the way Hoseok growled out his name, Yoongi had made the right adjustments and was hitting the younger’s prostate dead on. Hoseok couldn’t help but loosen up with each thrust of Yoongi’s hips.

Yoongi drank up the way the younger’s back arched and how his fingers grappled at the headboard. He stopped his movements and pulled out.

“I’ll kill you, I swear I will.” Hoseok threatened again, it was another empty one and Yoongi shushed him.

“Come on; wanna see your beautiful face.” He placated the younger and guided him to lie down onto the bed. Yoongi re-settled between his knees as Hoseok stared at him with bleary eyes and red cheeks. His lips were bitten raw and Yoongi couldn’t help but kiss them an even deeper shade of red, out of the corner of his eye he saw the younger clutching at the pillow under his head again. “You’re so fucking hot, you have no idea.” He whispered against Hoseok’s cheek as he placed pecks all over his face.

“You sap,” Hoseok mumbled lovingly.

“Your sap,” Yoongi smiled as Hoseok’s flush spread down his chest. If it was going to make the younger blush so prettily, he’d be a hopeless romantic for him all the time.

Romance aside; Yoongi moved to adjust the younger’s legs. He hitched one leg around his waist and the other over his shoulder. He turned his head and bit softly into the meat of the inner thigh on his shoulder.

Hoseok yelped, “Yoongi!”

“Say it,” The older persisted.

“No,” Hoseok, stubborn and pig-headed, Hoseok refused.

Yoongi placed another bite near, this time a harsher one. “Say it,” He demanded.

“N-no!” Hoseok stuttered out as Yoongi roughly shoved two fingers into him.

“You know you want to; want to be my good boy, yeah?” Yoongi smirked against the tan skin.

“Y-Yoongi, come on,” Hoseok pleaded but without much conviction.

Yoongi knew the younger’s resistance was failing, “Baby, just one little word and I’ll give it to you as hard as you want.” At this point, Yoongi wasn’t sure why he was even insisting. But having Hoseok a panting mess or incoherent noises under him was going to his head (and his dick).

“F-f-fuck, fine,” Hoseok whimpered as Yoongi’s hand wrapped around his dick and delivered a firm stroke.

“I’m still not hearing it,” Yoongi leaned forward, bending Hoseok’s leg as he went. He released the younger’s member and used the hand to guide himself back into the younger.

Hoseok threw his head back, the pillows made a soft swooshing sound as it connected with them. “Fuck, daddy,” He let out weakly.

“Gotta mean it, baby; gotta show me how good you are.” Yoongi started up his thrusts again, this time pulling almost all the way out. It was steady, slow and maddening- much more for Hoseok than for him. The younger was barely getting any friction and Yoongi wanted to make him lose all control. “You’re so good at taking my cock, baby, but you have to let me know how you want it. You have to use the right words.”

“D-daddy,” Hoseok tried again, “Want you fast and rough. Want you to own me, p-please.”

Yoongi closed his eyes as a bold of want shot through him. Hoseok still didn’t sound convincing but Yoongi was too far gone to care anymore. His pace changed as he shifted gears. Slow and steady became fast and erratic. Hoseok let out a stream of moans with every movement, Yoongi was fucking him into the mattress and he loved it.

“S-so good, daddy, love your cock.” Hoseok gritted out amongst the keens that were streaming out of him.

“That’s it, baby, you’re so good- so pretty.” Yoongi praised, his brain-to-mouth filter had deteriorated a while ago. “Love how you look, wish I had a camera. Wish I could have you like this all the time, so wet and needy.” His hips stuttered as his grip on Hoseok’s leg faltered. He let the limb drop and Hoseok immediately moved it around his waist to join the other one. Hoseok’s dick looked rather painful so Yoongi leaned over the younger again to let him grind up against his abdomen. Hoseok gladly took the offer and started shifting his hips to meet Yoongi’s.

“Yoongi, I’m gonna-” Hoseok choked out as he arched off the bed.    

“A-ah, what was that?” Yoongi said into the column of the younger’s neck where he was re-visiting his earlier work.

“Daddy, please, need to come.” Hoseok grasped at his hair, finally unable to keep his hands to himself.

“That’s it, baby, you can come.” Yoongi finally allowed, not being able to hold on for much longer as well.

Hoseok let out a shattered and drawn out moan as he rutted against Yoongi’s faint abs hurriedly. Yoongi kept at his brutal pace, hitting the younger’s prostate each time. The younger came in a matter of seconds with a gasp and a stop in his breathing. The walls squeezing around him were enough for Yoongi to follow. He flooded the younger with his cum and the thought pleased him more than it should have. It was filthy but Yoongi felt like he had staked his claim on the raven-haired male at last. After he was spent he dropped his smaller frame down onto Hoseok.

“Fucking hell,” Hoseok grunted with a grimace. “That was…”

“Yeah,” Yoongi confirmed even though Hoseok hadn’t finished his sentence. “I rate it 8 out of 10.”

“Wow, really.” Hoseok laughed but winced after because Yoongi had pulled out.

Yoongi leaned back to look at the younger, he watched as the cum started trickling out of Hoseok. He smiled to himself, satisfied, and swiped at it with his index finger. He brought it to his mouth and sucked on it. He heard a pained groan from the younger.

“Don’t do that, I’m not as young as I used to be.” Hoseok whined and complained. “Now go get a towel and clean me up.”

“Nah,” Yoongi shrugged and settled next to him for snuggles.

“Rudeass midget,” Hoseok turned away from him.

Yoongi pinched his sides in retaliation and turned to spoon him. They continued to throw quiet insults at each other until they eventually drifted off to sleep.

“I can’t believe you two fucked and hadn’t called me,” Jimin whined over coffee the next morning.

“Don’t think anybody would have liked your tiny dick, bro.” Hoseok said and Jimin choked on his drink.

“Not what I meant! I could have filmed it.” The orange-haired student pouted.

“Oh no, I think we’ll be retiring for now.” Yoongi said and gave Hoseok a sickeningly adoring look while he took his hand.

“Gross, old people love.” Jungkook muttered from behind his cup of hot chocolate.

“Yah, be grateful I’m putting food on your table, brat.” The eldest glared at the brunette.

“Whatever,” Jungkook rolled his eyes and finished off his drink. “I gotta go; I’m borrowing your Maserati.”

“Borrowing entails that you’ll return the car,” Yoongi reminded.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” Jungkook said and snatched the keys off the hook.

“What a little shit,” Yoongi concluded and shook his head; he absently fiddled with Hoseok’s fingers.

“You two are already disgusting and I can’t bear to be single and in your presence any longer, I’m taking my shitty Toyota and leaving.” Jimin stood up with a heavy sigh. “Remember, if you’re ever interested- you know where to find me.”

“I’ll be sure to not remember that.” Hoseok said bluntly and Yoongi laughed.

“Bye assholes, happy rest of your lives together.” Jimin waved on his way out and disappeared down the hall.  

“You have really crappy friends,” Yoongi mumbled and placed a loving kiss to Hoseok’s cheek.

“They’re not my friends,” Hoseok smiled and nudged his nose against Yoongi’s. “And I don’t think you’ll be seeing your car again, at least not any time soon.”

“It’s okay; I got another thing to ride.” Yoongi detached himself from the younger with a wink.

Hoseok threw his head back with a groan, “Oh my god that was terrible. Take that back.”

“Nope,” Yoongi’s smile got even wider when Hoseok tried to grab him. “You’re stuck with me now, you have to deal.”

“I can leave any time I want to.”

“But you don’t want to.”

“I don’t.”

“Well then, there’s only one thing left.” Yoongi went over to the keys hook and threw one at Hoseok. “Go get your things; you’re moving in with me.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you planned this.” Hoseok stared at the keys with wide eyes.  

“I’m spontaneous like that,” Yoongi walked back to the younger and pecked him on the lips. “I’m serious, though. Go, I’ll be waiting.”

Hoseok nodded and headed for the garage entrance door. He stopped when he reached for the knob. “Yoongs,” He paused briefly, “Love you.”

“Love you, too, Hobi.” Yoongi grinned at the younger and the younger grinned back.

Curiosity might have killed the cat but satisfaction had indeed brought it back.