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6 times yoongi took it up the ass

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It wasn't all that common for Seokjin and Yoongi to have the dorms all to themselves. The usual drone of their annoyingly vocal dongsaengs certainly wasn't missed in the slightest, and looking at Yoongi sprawled out on the couch like that filled Seokjin with a sense of relaxed contentment. He knew that trying to start up a conversation with Yoongi might be met with grumpy retaliation, but Seokjin was bored.

The boredom began to outweigh his desire to let Yoongi carry on peacefully - he took a seat next to his roommate, pushing his legs out of the way and off the couch. Yoongi groaned in annoyance, but he sat up slowly, stretching out his mouth with a yawn. "What do you want-" He mumbled, looking up at Seokjin with half-lidded eyes.

"Nothing in particular," Seokjin answered, and this was met with a kick to his arm, courtesy of Yoongi's foot. "Hey-! Respect your hyung! I just wanted to chat-" He yelped, pushing the offending limb away from him. "You can't possibly be happy spending the whole afternoon on your phone, can you?"

"I mean, I definitely can, but if you want to talk, I guess I'll humor you," Yoongi muttered, drawing his knees to his chest and making himself more compact to allow Seokjin a bit more space. "But you better think of an interesting topic. One word about the weather and I'm kicking you off this couch." He spat, squinting at Seokjin with an unreadable expression.

Seokjin thought it over for a moment. An interesting topic...he'd approached the situation with boredom alone, not with any particular questions in mind. Looking over at Yoongi, who was waiting expectantly, Seokjin suddenly felt a sense of pressure - and thus, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Hm...tell me what your first time was like?"

Instantly, he sort of regretted the words. Yoongi gave him a disgusted frown before turning away from him completely. "What the hell kind of question is that? Are you really so boring that the only interesting thing you can think of to talk about is sex?" He spat, cocking an eyebrow in clear judgment as he met Seokjin's gaze again.

"Ah, it must've been pretty bad then, if you don't want to talk about it that badly-" Seokjin chuckled. "No need to be shy, most people's first times are embarrassing. Mine was pretty shitty, too-" He continued, urging Yoongi to open up a little more. In all the conversations between the members about this topic, Yoongi had never contributed more than a couple of words - couldn't blame Seokjin for being curious.

"I'm not 'most people', you know," Yoongi mumbled, face flushing as though he were genuinely uncomfortable with the topic. There was no need for such a reaction, and it only intrigued Seokjin even more. "Talking about this sort of stuff...what are you, a high schooler? We're adults, keep it classy, dammit-"

"Exactly! We're adults, so this sort of topic shouldn't bother you so much. You're the one who's acting like a high schooler here-" Seokjin laughed, thoroughly amused by the way Yoongi's cheeks were growing pinker by the second. He'd never pegged Yoongi for the type to get embarrassed by sex talk, but it only made him cuter, somehow.

"Look, I don't really have any interesting stories. Stop asking, it's none of your business anyways-" Yoongi groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance. He genuinely seemed bothered, and one part of Seokjin wanted to respect his wishes and drop the topic entirely, but the other side, his dumber side, wanted to get to the heart of the issue and find out why Yoongi was being so secretive.

"Come on, I'm sure that's not true! Everyone has interesting sex stories, after all. Except Jungkook, but that's a pretty rare case-" He chuckled, earning a small titter from Yoongi, who straightened his back out and met Seokjin's gaze. "You'd never guess by looking at me, but my first time was actually in my twenties- I'm a bit of a late bloomer!" He admitted, hoping the slightly embarrassing fact would soften Yoongi.

"That's not exactly a late bloomer-" Yoongi mumbled, suddenly staring at the couch cushions as though they were the most interesting thing on the face of the earth. "I think...isn't it pretty normal to still be a virgin in your twenties?" There was a little waver in his voice that instantly outed him. Everything clicked in Seokjin's mind, and he burst out into a high-pitched, admittedly annoying laugh.

"Yoongi-!" He beamed, as though he'd uncovered one of the earth's greatest mysteries. "You're a virgin-!" The fact was utterly hilarious, and Seokjin kicked his feet in delight, reveling in the way Yoongi instantly went red, mouth hanging open as if he was ready to protest, before slamming it shut and burying his face in his knees.

"Shut up-!!" Yoongi yelled, volume muffled by his knees. "Shut up, shut up, it's not something weird, it's totally normal-" He continued defensively, slowly raising his head up again. Seokjin didn't think he'd ever seen Yoongi so genuinely bothered before - his face had gone completely pink, and his mouth was twisted up into a pretty adorable frown.

"So all those lyrics...you were just pulling those out of your ass, huh?" Seokjin teased, remembering the confidence with which Yoongi had always rapped about his supposed sexual prowess. It was hilarious in retrospect, and Seokjin planned to milk it for all it was worth. "Yoongs, you're so funny- why haven't you ever tried it before? I know for a fact you've had plenty of opportunities with groupies-"

"It's really none of your damn business. Like, literally, get your fucking nose out of my beeswax." Yoongi spat, genuinely bothered. Seokjin felt a twinge of guilt for having embarrassed him to such a dramatic extent, but this was all too interesting to drop. He grinned, reveling in the way Yoongi tripped over his words. "I just never had the time-"

"Come on, that's no excuse. You've had plenty of time! You're 26, for fuck's sake-" Seokjin teased, pointing an accusatory finger at Yoongi, who flinched and rewarded Seokjin with a frustratingly cute scowl. "Are you scared or something?" He asked, cocking his head to the side and awaiting Yoongi's response.

"No, I'm not scared, I just...I don't know," He mumbled, voice wavering with nerves. Seokjin couldn't recall a time when he'd seen Yoongi fall apart like this. It was all sorts of loveable. "I'm...okay, look. If I tell you, you have to promise to keep it to yourself. Take it to your grave, got it?" Yoongi continued, looking up at Seokjin through his lashes.

"Of course. You can trust me. I'm too curious now-" Seokjin urged. He was at a loss as to what the reason could be, but now he had to know.

"I'm...okay, so first of all, I'm not that interested in girls," He began, looking up at the ceiling to avoid Seokjin's intense eyes. "So that makes things a little more complicated. And...I don't know. I just don't really want to be seen naked by someone else in that sort of situation. Makes me anxious thinking about it-" He admitted.

Ah. Seokjin's eyes widened. "So you're gay? That shouldn't hold you back, there are plenty of guys who'd kill to be with you-" He insisted, hoping to bring Yoongi's confidence up a little bit. "I've slept with guys before, they're super easy to please. It's literally the simplest thing in the world! And you don't need to be embarrassed, everyone looks weird naked. Even me!"

Yoongi still looked bothered by the conversation, though his features were starting to soften the more Seokjin encouraged him. He pressed his lips together as though thinking something over. "I...I dunno, I feel like I sort of...missed my window. Like it's too late to start now-" He mumbled, blinking up at Seokjin. Ah, cute- Seokjin was starting to feel all kinds of weird the longer this continued.

"It's never too late! You're still so young, no need to be worried about that. But if it's silly reasons like that holding you back...you just need to go for it!" Seokjin insisted cheerfully, hoping it'd draw Yoongi out of his embarrassed slump.

"I'm just scared I'll fuck it up...it's almost like, I want to practice before I get to the real thing. I'd feel weird just diving right into it." He continued. He was speaking so candidly - Seokjin felt grateful that he was even being allowed to see this side of Yoongi. He got the feeling that this was the first time Yoongi had even talked about this sort of thing.

"Practice, huh?" Seokjin grinned, mind instantly going to places it shouldn't. He tried to flick the devil on his shoulder away, but it was insanely hard not to think dirty thoughts when innocent little Yoongi was blushing and squirming under his gaze. Shit.

"Ugh, you don't understand-" Yoongi grumbled, crossing his arms and looking down at the carpet. "Look, let's just drop it. I've humiliated myself enough already." He moved to stand, but Jin grabbed him by the arm, tugging him back down onto the couch. Yoongi groaned, making a show of rolling his eyes.

"You can always ask one of us if you need practice, you know-" Seokjin blurted, knowing he'd likely regret the words. And regret them he did - Yoongi's eyes widened, his mouth curving down in disgust. Ah, he really should've kept his stupid, big mouth shut!

"As if-! You think any of those guys would be caught dead with me?" Yoongi spat, clearly put off by the entire concept. "Besides, they're too busy fucking fangirls, aren't they? No way they'd waste their time on me. Let's be realistic here-" His frown was too sweet, Seokjin couldn't help but smile at it.

"Trust me, they'd be lucky to have a shot with you!" Seokjin said cheerily, raising an eyebrow at Yoongi suggestively. Yoongi rolled his eyes again, irises making an impressive trip across the whites. "Especially since you're so...untouched - you don't know how cute that is, Yoongi-"

"Are you making a pass at me? Stop fucking around, you idiot." Yoongi growled, desperately trying to get Seokjin to let go of his arm.

"So what if I am?" Seokjin grinned, leaning a little closer, loving the way Yoongi shrank back onto the armrest of the couch, brows still furrowed in irritation. He didn't know the half of how cute he was. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"Stop being a creep and let go of me, I don't appreciate your stupid attempts at humor-" Yoongi continued, narrowing his eyes and trying to tug his arm away yet again. Seokjin's grip was vice-like, and he didn't plan on letting Yoongi go anytime soon.

"What if I told you I wasn't joking?" Seokjin said softly, voice almost a whisper. It was so rewarding, the way he could make Yoongi genuinely nervous with nothing more than a couple of words. Who knew this would be his weak spot? "If you want practice, I'm right here-" He smiled, leaning forward until he was hovering over Yoongi, who looked utterly appalled.

"You better stop fucking with me-" Yoongi muttered, though it was clear his attempts to get Seokjin to knock it off were growing weaker. His cheeks were a stop sign red - not even when he was drunk off his ass had Yoongi ever looked this flushed. Seokjin brought a hand up to his cheek, stroking it tenderly.

"I'm not fucking with you. Look, if you want me to stop, I will-" Seokjin conceded, pulling away reluctantly and sitting back down. Yoongi still looked a little shocked, arms pulled up against his chest cutely. He straightened himself out, seeming to think something over before scooting a little closer.

"I mean...if you're serious about giving me practice, I'd...you know. I trust you, so-" He mumbled, the words awkward and jumbled as he struggled to get them out. He looked down bashfully, unable to meet Seokjin's gaze. He looked so sweet, Seokjin just wanted to eat him up right then and there.

"You sure? If I start with you, I might not be able to hold myself back-" Seokjin admitted, resting his hand on Yoongi's jaw, turning his face up to look into his eyes. There was something in his eyes that Seokjin couldn't recall having ever seen before. His pupils were blown out, though it was hard to tell given how dark his eyes were. He looked, for lack of a better word, a little excited.

"I...I'm sure. As long as you keep this between us." He conceded, reaching out and grabbing at the hem of Seokjin's shirt awkwardly. "And...if I tell you to stop, you really have to stop, okay?" Yoongi continued, a hint of worry seeping into his voice. He was trembling a little, clearly wracked by nerves. Seokjin had truly never seen anyone get this stressed over something as normal as sex.

"Of course. Just say the word and we can walk away from the whole thing. Nobody's gonna find out." Seokjin insisted.

"And it's just practice, so...don't get any weird ideas, ok?" Yoongi murmured, the red of his cheeks spreading down to his neck.

"I won't, I promise."

"Ok, then- um," Yoongi stammered, not quite sure how to begin this little 'practice session'. Seokjin wanted to take the lead, but there was something fun about watching Yoongi struggle. He moved closer until their legs were touching, reaching up to tilt Seokjin's face down. "Kiss me-?" He asked politely, clearly not about to close the distance between them.

Cute. His eyebrows were curved upwards as if he were a little worried Seokjin might reject him. Not that there was a chance in hell of that happening, of course. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Yoongi's gently, giving him the chance to pull away if he wanted to. When Yoongi reciprocated, Seokjin held him by the back of his head, enjoying the feel of Yoongi's soft hair between his fingers.

He wasn't a bad kisser at all, despite his proclaimed lack of experience. When Seokjin urged his lips open, Yoongi parted them eagerly, moving his tongue against Seokjin's with a surprising amount of dexterity. What had started as a joke quickly became heated, and Seokjin was actually taken aback by how much he was enjoying this.

Yoongi made a soft noise of affirmation, resting his hands against Seokjin's chest gently. He was so adorable, his actions both shy and calculated. When he pulled away, Seokjin was shocked at how sexy Yoongi looked. His lips were red, hanging open ever so slightly, eyes dark and hungry.

"You...you can do more-" Yoongi mumbled, leaning back a little, looking up at Seokjin expectantly. No way in hell he'd turn that offer down. Without thinking, he slid his hands beneath Yoongi's shirt, leaning in to bite at the sweet, exposed skin of his neck. Yoongi bit his lip but was unable to hold back a little whimper of enjoyment.

Yoongi spread his thighs open a little, allowing Seokjin to position himself between them, hovering over him with what he was sure was a predatory gaze. It was immediately clear how little experience Yoongi had, given that he was gripping at Seokjin's shirt so desperately, eyes both worried and glittering with anticipation.

Seokjin moved his hands higher, loving the way Yoongi's shirt rode up under his wrists, exposing the pale skin of his stomach. This action clearly bewildered Yoongi, who suddenly shrank against the couch cushions, shyness almost palpable. "Something wrong?" Seokjin asked, thumb rubbing against Yoongi's soft skin affectionately.

"Can we...do this with clothes on?" Yoongi asked, moving his hands down to tug his shirt back to its usual position. Seokjin was a little confused - and admittedly, sort of disappointed. There was a part of him that desperately wanted to see what Yoongi looked like beneath all that baggy fabric, wanted to watch his tiny body writhe beneath him in pleasure - shit. As soon as the thought popped into his mind, Seokjin found that all the blood in his body had been rerouted south. He was certain Yoongi could feel it too, given that their hips were currently pressed together.

"I mean...usually you get naked. If you really want to leave your clothes on, I guess-" Seokjin grumbled, making the reluctance clear in his voice as he pulled back a little. Yoongi immediately took the bait, just as Seokjin had hoped he would. He looked away, frowning and scrunching up his nose a bit in distaste, before turning back to Seokjin.

"...Fine." He mumbled. "But you have to promise you won't...say anything weird about how I look, okay?" It seemed as though Yoongi was genuinely a little insecure about his appearance, though Seokjin couldn't fathom why. Perhaps his distinct smallness was the cause for his lack of confidence, but Seokjin just found that part of Yoongi to be charming.

"I won't," Seokjin assured him, pulling Yoongi up into a sitting position, grabbing his shirt by the hem and tugging it up over his head before tossing it aside. Instantly, as if it were a reflex, Yoongi wrapped his arms around his torso, covering it. But all Seokjin could do was stare - he was beautiful, so pale and petite, he swore he could look at him for hours. He ran an affectionate hand down the curve of Yoongi's waist, breath hitching with admiration.

"You're so cute-" Seokjin smiled, leaning in and kissing Yoongi lightly on the cheek, resulting in a little grumble of annoyance. Still dissatisfied with his progress, Seokjin's hands went to the waistband of Yoongi's pants, undoing the buckle and fiddling with the zipper. Yoongi had gone completely quiet, though his body remained compliant and pliable.

"I'm not cute-" He finally responded, bringing an arm up to cover his face as Seokjin slid the pants off of his slender legs. God - he was gorgeous - Seokjin couldn't tear his eyes away even if he'd wanted to. Fuck. This was bad. He was already hard, biting into his lip to prevent his filthy thoughts from spilling out.

"You're right. You're more than cute-" Seokjin smiled, hands trailing up and down the sensitive skin of Yoongi's thighs, relishing the way he trembled at the touch. He was so tiny, so perfect- "You're beautiful-" He continued, leaning down and planting a kiss on Yoongi's lips to reassure him. Yoongi made a soft noise of protest before conceding and wrapping his arms around Seokjin's shoulders, kissing him eagerly.

"Fuck, you're so hard-" Yoongi sighed softly, rolling his hips upwards to meet Seokjin's. There was still clear apprehension and disbelief in his voice, but it did seem as though he was slowly growing more and more comfortable with the situation, much to Seokjin's relief. "That...that can't be because of me, right?" He asked meekly, looking up through thick lashes.

"Of course it's because of you, Yoongs-" Seokjin said, voice low enough to almost qualify as a whisper. His hands were on Yoongi's hips, rocking against him slowly. There was a tension in his chest - he felt warm all over. He couldn't recall ever having been this turned on by simple foreplay before. "You're so fucking hot-"

"Don't lie-" Yoongi groaned, clearly annoyed, though his hips kept moving upward of their own volition. He began to tug at the hem of Seokjin's shirt needily, urging him to remove it. Seokjin was more than happy to comply, tossing it down onto the carpet without a second thought. Yoongi's fingers traced down his torso in clear admiration.

"I...can't believe you're doing this with me- You're...you're totally out of my league-" Yoongi chuckled sheepishly, smiling up at Seokjin with genuine arousal in his eyes. God, he couldn't get any cuter, he really couldn't-

"Don't say that, you know it isn't true-" Seokjin whispered against the skin of Yoongi's neck, hands roaming upwards, loving the way Yoongi's waist curved in, loved how small and fragile he felt beneath his fingers. "You're beyond pretty, Yoongs - so perfect for me, so cute-" He couldn't stop the praise from flowing out, and the way Yoongi squirmed at the words was so rewarding.

"Mmm...hurry up already-" Yoongi moaned softly, back arching up as he clung to Seokjin's shoulders. It was clear that he was totally into this, and Seokjin couldn't be happier. Eagerly, he grabbed at the elastic of Yoongi's boxers, practically ripping them off. Yoongi's thighs tensed as if he were trying to close them, to hide himself, but Seokjin's body was preventing that.

He held himself over Yoongi, taking a moment to ravish him with his eyes. God, a body like that should be illegal - he was so delicate, like a little porcelain doll. Seokjin's mind echoed the same nasty thought over and over - it's gonna feel so good to be inside him -

"Stop looking at me like that, you're making me self-conscious-" Yoongi complained, arms falling down to cover himself awkwardly.

"I can't help but stare, you're so sexy, Yoongs-" Seokjin admitted, eyes traveling over every inch of his body - his pale collarbone, the way his waist tapered out to meet his hips, his cute pink dick pressed up against his tummy, the softness of his thighs - Seokjin wanted to devour him.

"Nnn..." Yoongi whined in protest, turning away bashfully. Seokjin had to remember that this was his first time, therefore he should probably take it easy on Yoongi. However, that really seemed impossible. The fact that such a gorgeous body had gone untouched for so long...it felt like a crime.

"Can't believe nobody's had you before-" Seokjin sighed, sliding a hand down to stroke him softly, resulting in a cry of pleasure from Yoongi. "I'm so lucky, I can't believe-"

"Stop complimenting me and get on with it, you're making me embarrassed-" Yoongi complained, sharp eyes looking up and meeting Seokjin's. He was so pouty, Seokjin was pretty convinced he had the cutest face in the whole world.

"So needy-" Seokjin teased, reaching behind him and grabbing the little tube of hand lotion off the side table. It'd have to do - for once, Seokjin was happy that his dongsaengs made a habit of leaving their things scattered everywhere. "You want me that badly, huh? You've been waiting a long time, after all-"

"Shut up-" Yoongi grumbled. Seokjin smirked and squirted a bit of the lotion onto his fingertips. He'd never actually slept with a virgin before, so this was completely uncharted territory. He'd have to be far more gentle than he was used to being - he brought his hand down, the pad of his finger circling Yoongi's pink entrance.

"If it hurts, just tell me, okay?" Seokjin asked, holding eye contact with Yoongi, who nodded shyly, seeming as though the weight of the situation had suddenly hit him. Seokjin didn't want to give him time to get cold feet - he pressed the first finger in, working it past the tight rings of muscle that fought to urge him out. Yoongi let out a small cry of surprise, though he quickly muffled it behind his hand.

Seokjin wiggled the finger around experimentally, marveling at how tight Yoongi was. He's gonna feel so fucking good. He crooked it upwards, slowly beginning to slide the second finger in beside it. Yoongi squirmed beneath him, his hips rolling down onto the fingers as if to say give me more.

"Does it feel good?" Seokjin asked, chuckling a little. Usually, the people he slept with didn't enjoy this portion of the fun so much. Yoongi didn't reply, mouth still covered by a stubborn hand. But he answered the question physically, shifting his hips down, taking in more of Seokjin's fingers. His eyes were shut, lashes fluttering, brows furrowed upwards - Seokjin didn't think he'd ever seen a reaction so precious-

He scissored his fingers, stretching Yoongi out. "Fuck--" Yoongi suddenly spoke up, voice completely removed from his usual raspy drawl. "There--" He continued, grinding down onto the fingers as if to guide Seokjin. He couldn't help but grin.

Pressing the fingers upwards, he found the spot that Yoongi was talking about. Yoongi arched his back, squeaking with pleasure, hands doing little to muffle his voice. "You like that, baby?" Seokjin smiled, continuing to abuse the spot with his fingertips. Yoongi fell apart, thighs shaking with arousal, body seizing up, voice growing increasingly higher and more desperate.

"S-stop teasing, please-" Yoongi begged, locking eyes with Seokjin. "I...I can't take it anymore, I need-" His voice was soft and labored, hands resting cutely on his chest. Seokjin was tempted to fuck him right then and there, but there was a part of him that wanted Yoongi to ask properly.

"What do you need, huh?" Seokjin feigned confusion, cocking his head to the side as he slowly drew his fingers out of Yoongi, clean hand running down the curve of his waist. "Tell me exactly what you need."

"You know..." Yoongi grumbled, clearly reluctant to actually utter the words. He looked away, face scrunching up in irritation. "Just give it to me-"

"I don't know- you're gonna have to spell it out for me, angel-" Seokjin smirked in victory, bringing his fingers up to run through Yoongi's hair, to caress his cheek - Yoongi leaned into the touch happily, though he still seemed reluctant. Finally, he spoke up, hands reaching out to grab at the waistband of Seokjin's jeans.

"This, this-" Yoongi mumbled, looking up at Seokjin with desperate eyes. "I need...you to fuck me," He continued, though his voice trailed off with embarrassment rather quickly. "Please-" How polite- Seokjin wanted to laugh at the way Yoongi was carrying himself, but he knew that'd only make him retreat further into his shell, so he refrained.

"Good boy-" Seokjin praised him, flashing him a smile before slowly undoing his jeans, making a show of it. Yoongi groaned in frustration, as if to say hurry up. He took his sweet time disrobing himself, and by the time he was aligning himself with Yoongi's entrance, Yoongi was trying to wrap his little legs around Seokjin's waist, trying to pull him in.

"Ready-?" Seokjin asked, hovering over Yoongi, arms braced on either side of him. Yoongi nodded, a tiny gesture that had Seokjin's heart fluttering. He didn't need to be told twice - he gripped Yoongi by the hips and slowly began to push himself inside. His dick was far bigger than his two fingers, and this was made clear by Yoongi's reaction - his lips were parted in a little 'o', eyes shut and lashes watery with tears.

Seokjin went slowly, though it was torture - by the time he bottomed out, Yoongi seemed to be blinking away the tears. "Fuck, you're so big-" He panted, eyes still shut with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Seokjin didn't know if he should start moving yet - so he waited until Yoongi grew impatient, rolling his hips down in desperation.

"You feel so good-" Seokjin gasped as he started to thrust into Yoongi. He was genuinely taken aback by how amazing it felt - it was a thousand times better than he'd imagined it, having the real thing was incomparable. "Shit, you're so perfect-" He sighed, digging his nails into Yoongi's hips, angling himself upwards in the hopes of hitting that spot he knew Yoongi liked.

"Mm--" Yoongi moaned softly, wrapping his arms around Seokjin and holding him close. It was clear that he was overwhelmed by everything, though he was clearly still holding back. That won't do, that won't do at all. Determined, Seokjin began to force himself inside at a much more punishing pace -

Yoongi let out a cry of pleasure, throwing his head back against the couch cushions. He dug his ankles into Seokjin's back as though he were trying to keep him inside. The more aggressive Seokjin was, the more vocal Yoongi got - within minutes, Seokjin had reduced him to a babbling mess, clinging to him desperately, voice cracking pathetically.

"Look at you-" Seokjin cooed, running a hand down Yoongi's glossy face as he slowed down for a moment. "You put up such a front, but deep down--" He continued, though it was hard to get the words out through the immense pleasure. "You just want someone to put you in your place, huh-?"

"Sh-shut up-" Yoongi whined, burying his face in the crook of Seokjin's neck, rocking his hips down to encourage the other to go faster, dammit. Seokjin ran his hands up Yoongi's chest, playing with it, trying to elicit even more embarrassing reactions. "Fuck, you're so--" Yoongi panted, still all sorts of affectionate. "Ee--!!" He squeaked when Seokjin pinched at his nipples, face going completely pink.

Suddenly, the tiny body beneath him tensed up to an almost unbearable degree, tightening around Seokjin to the point where he was worried that his dick might fall off. Yoongi let out an absolutely depraved moan, cumming all over himself, losing any semblance of composure that he might've been clinging to.

As soon as it was over, he seemed to have realized what had just happened, and he covered his face before Seokjin could poke fun at him.

"Did you just cum from having your nipples played with like a girl-?" Seokjin teased, grabbing Yoongi's wrists and revealing his face. He continued to pump into him, abusing his oversensitive prostate until he was practically sobbing. "So cute-- Yoongs, you're so cute-- I could stay inside you forever--" He panted, grabbing Yoongi by the waist, pulling him up until he was sat on Seokjin's lap, limp and dripping with sweat.

"Come on, baby-- make me cum--" He urged, leaning back to let the clearly-exhausted Yoongi do the work. Yoongi leaned up against Seokjin's chest, slowly beginning to move his hips up and down, bouncing gently. "You can do better than that, come on-" He urged him, wanting to see that cute, irritated side of Yoongi again.

"Nnn...you asshole-" Yoongi grumbled, though he obeyed the orders, bracing his hands on Seokjin's knees, leaning back and riding his cock like he was born to do it. Seokjin let out an involuntary groan of pleasure, his hands grabbing hungrily at Yoongi's ass, helping him move.

"Fuck, just look at you-" Seokjin gasped, out of breath from exertion, marveling at the way Yoongi's tiny body took his cock. "You were made for this, I swear-" He praised, feeling himself start to get close. "Such a cute little slut, fuck-"

Yoongi whined in protest, though he was in no state of mind to come up with a coherent retort. He bounced desperately, and eventually, Seokjin just couldn't take it anymore - he held Yoongi down firmly as he spilled himself deep inside - Yoongi arched backward, moaning at the sudden heat.

He rode it out, Yoongi's cries music to his ears. He didn't think he'd ever been this satisfied by sex before - Yoongi was amazing. Leaning forward, he held him close as the last aftershocks of his orgasm coursed through his body. It took a while for him to catch his breath - he rested his head on Yoongi's shoulder, reluctant to leave his tight heat.

Yoongi peeled himself away, standing up on extremely shaky legs, a small trail of cum spilling down his thigh. "Baby, come back--" Seokjin complained, pulling Yoongi back down onto his lap. "You were so good- fuck, we can't let this be a one-time thing, you got that?" He murmured into the nape of Yoongi's neck.

"Mmm..." Yoongi sighed, curling up against Seokjin. "I can't believe you...so rough, you dick-" He grumbled, though it was clear from his affection that he wasn't bothered in the slightest.

"Only 'cuz you drove me crazy-" Seokjin smiled against Yoongi's pale skin, biting gently to leave a memory of the occasion. "Who would've thought, huh?"

"You can't tell anyone-" Yoongi insisted, raising his tired head to look up into Seokjin's eyes, which were full of adoration.

"Ah, but it's so tempting...I wanna tell the world that Min Yoongi is a little slut who cums from getting his nipples played with-" Seokjin joked, digging his fingernails into the soft flesh of Yoongi's ass. "Imagine how they'd all react to that, huh?"

"You fucking take that to your grave, Kim Seokjin."

"We'll see-"