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At times like these, Seokjin wondered how Jeongguk got so comfortable in his presence when he made it explicitly clear that they were to have a strictly professional relationship.
So why was the second heir to a multi-billion corporation keeping him hostage in his walk-in closet? “What do you think of this, hyung?”
He already reached a point where there was no use fighting him on the matter. Seokjin surrendered long ago and focused his attention on the outfit he had picked out; it was the third time he changed. He’s probably seen Jeongguk near-naked more times than he cared to count.
This time, Seokjin didn’t even give it a second glance after he sighed. There was clearly a jacket, like he suggested, but wearing a sheer tank top underneath⏤as opposed to the black t-shirt he was wearing a moment ago. “Absolutely not.”
“Great, I’ll go with this.”
“Jeongguk-ah.”
“Trying to get lucky tonight, hyung.” Jeongguk said as he fixed up his hair in the mirror, ignoring his protests yet again. “The scandalized look on your face tells me everything.”
It wasn’t like he didn’t find Jeongguk attractive; if anything, he was the most stunning person he’s ever met⏤but god, was he such a brat to handle. It was of no surprise when his manager had gone straight to him the second the Jeons needed a personal bodyguard for the youngest son.
Jeongguk had a reputation for being difficult to work with. He had his pleasant moments, especially during business hours; incredible manners, knowledgeable of prominent socialites in their circle, great soft skills utilized in conversation.
He was a model chaebol, so it often gave Seokjin whiplash when he could turn out so unruly when he felt like it.
Seokjin couldn’t change his mind once it’s already been made. The only thing he could do now was wordlessly take his bag, tuck it between his arm and rib, and beckoned him closer, which earned him a pout. He rolled his eyes. “You know the rules, Jeongguk-ah.”
“Treating me like some lost puppy, hyung.” An annoyed huff. “When did I ever stray from you?”
The raised eyebrow was telling enough. “Do you really want to bring that up again?”
“No, nevermind.”
It was a simple tracking device, one that looked more like an accessory than a legitimate piece of technology. Seokjin had a friend tweak its design so it wouldn’t be as obvious. Now, Jeongguk was more or less willing to have it hooked to his belt loop from behind, where he could tuck the device into his back pocket.
The last time Jeongguk went missing from Seokjin’s sight, doing something that almost got him in trouble, it resulted in a huge migraine for his personal bodyguard and one earnest scolding that sent shivers down his spine.
At the very least, Jeongguk respected Seokjin a lot more after that night⏤mostly out of fear, but he would never admit it.
“I would tell you to watch your drinking, but something tells me you’re not going to listen.” Seokjin retorted, trailing behind Jeongguk as they walked up to his car. “And by all means, please don’t try to fuck in the backseat.”
A sweet and innocent grin. “I still have yet to try that out.”
“I don’t care if this is your car. Spare me the show.” Starting up the car, he made sure there were no cars coming from either direction before pulling out. “And listen to your instincts more, yeah? It was too much trouble wrestling that guy off you the last time you tried getting laid.”
“You still managed to incapacitate him anyway. . .”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” Jeongguk muttered. “You nag too much. Maybe you need to get laid.”
It was like shooting daggers at him with his glare. They’ve had this conversation multiple times: Seokjin was paid to ensure his safety wherever he went, didn’t matter the time or place, and would suffer severe consequences should anything happen to the youngest Jeon.
Seokjin was going to nag and piss Jeongguk off all he wanted if it meant getting the message across⏤but sometimes, he really knew how to get on his nerves.
“You don’t need to worry about that at all, Jeongguk.” A scoff. “I hope someone fucks the brat out of you one day.”
“Oh, fuck you. I’m a delight.”
“Brat’s got an ego, too.” Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Wonder if I can convince your parents to increase my pay again—for the inconvenience.”
Jeongguk crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to pout at his own bodyguard’s blunt remarks. A part of him knew Seokjin was right, but why would he admit to that? “Wonder if I can get a new bodyguard.”
“And relieve me of my misery? Please do.”
“You’re the only bodyguard who’s ever talked back to me, you know?”
“You just can’t handle it when someone tells you no, princess.”
This time, Jeongguk didn’t hesitate to shove him, feeling something warm invade his cheeks upon hearing it again. “Shut up.”
Seokjin only pulled that card when he was starting to act like a spoiled brat. Fortunately for him, it always seemed to get Jeongguk to quiet down and drop the attitude. At least for now, he could get them to their destination without his blood pressure rising.
A heavy sigh. He really hoped that Jeongguk wouldn’t cause him another headache. The last time he had taken him out drinking, Seokjin had to princess-carry him back to the car because he got too wasted.
The problem wasn’t him getting drunk out of his mind; it was the fact that Jeongguk was clingy and touchy once he's had a lot to drink.
And he was⏤more endearing when he wasn’t putting up a facade. Nonetheless, those were just Seokjin’s own observations after working with him for over two years as his bodyguard.
In the end, he still had to do his job no matter how infuriating the circumstances. “Okay, we’re here.”
“Jeongguk giving you trouble again?”
“How can you tell?” Seokjin remarked sarcastically. He couldn’t drink on the job. He shouldn't be, but he nursed a cocktail in hand, standing from the bar. “At least, he’s still in view.”
“And he’s only one beer in.” Namjoon said it like it was an impressive feat, given that the person of interest was dancing with the birthday celebrant and celebrant’s boyfriend. “Work must be stressing him out, huh?”
“Yeah, he got chewed up by his parents last week for not securing the building permit. Something about building a new department store,” he mentioned, the memory still fresh on his mind. “I know he pretends it doesn’t bother him, but he seemed really upset that day.”
“Is that why he’s trying to get laid?”
“Mhm, maybe you could help him with his endeavour.”
Namjoon simply raised a hand, where he sported a golden band on his ring finger, a reminder that Kim Namjoon was, unfortunately, not up for grabs.
Seokjin shrugged. “Have a threesome with Yoongi, then.”
“Oh, he would love that, wouldn’t he?” When the bartender finally returned with two shots, he offered one to Seokjin, ignoring the skeptical look he sent. “Just one drink, hyung. It’s on me—and you look like you’ll need it.”
That, he couldn’t argue on. Seokjin decided to pick up the shot glass from the bar, making a toast before they both downed it in one go, letting out tired sighs.
He had to admit, at least, that the energy in the room was electric. It had been a while since Seokjin felt that the people who came out tonight were truly looking to have a good time, and it might have to do with who the birthday celebrant invited. Choi Yeonjun had not a single care in the world as the music was blasting loud, forming a crowd around him.
As long as Jeongguk was in plain sight, then Seokjin could take it easy.
Of course, the universe tends to work against him when it matters most.
There was a loud roar of cheers that erupted from the other side of the dance floor. Seokjin and Namjoon watched as a bunch of people were holding up bottles and bottles of various alcohol, with a bunch of staff holding trays of chasers and salt and lime and—oh god.
Namjoon laughed beside him as the crowd slowly moved from one side of the room to the other, where Yeonjun was starting to get embarrassed as his closest friends were raring at him to do it; to get on the table that they had laid prepared, didn’t matter how scandalous or risqué it was, it was going to be only one person kicking it off.
Yeonjun’s shirt was pushed all the way up to his chest, his boyfriend, Soobin, was shoved in his direction, and Kai was making the loudest laughs in the whole damn place as Beomgyu and Taehyun cracked open a fresh new bottle and put a line of salt above the birthday celebrant’s navel.
It was going to be a long night.
Of course. Seokjin already knew where this would lead to, especially with Jeongguk found at the scene of the crime. “Body shots? Are they insane?”
“I would start dragging him away if I were you, hyung.”
“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Seokjin left a couple bills on the counter for the bartender. “I’ll see you around.”
Namjoon held up another shot to him as a toast. “Good luck.”
Perhaps Seokjin should have downed one more before putting himself out there, trying to weave through a sea of bodies either dancing to the music or getting a piece of the action. Wolf-whistles and cheers erupted every few moments or so, likely because of the couple that loved to put on a show.
He could have sworn a few people tried to get his attention, but he was trudging through despite the dirty looks and scoffs. Seokjin managed to catch sight of Beomgyu, who was taking photos on his phone and was also surprised to see him. “Oh, Jin hyung!”
“Hi, where’s Jeongguk?”
“Uhm—Taehyun-ah! Have you seen Jeongguk hyung? Taehyun-ah!” He practically shouted. “What? Oh, have you seen Jeongguk hyung?”
They clearly didn’t know, even though he was literally with them seconds ago. Seokjin opted to circle back to him. For now, he scanned the small circle that they had formed around the large table, trying to think past the loud noise and chatter of the crowd.
The worst case scenario would be Jeongguk disappearing to god-knows-where and giving him another wild goose hunt. While he was prepared to do so, he would rather not have to scourge through the entire bar and hotel.
Fortunately, his eyes landed on that signature bunny smile across the way, where another familiar face was next to his and—fuck, not Taehyung, too.
He adored Kim Taehyung, but when he was around, it was like a devil sitting on Jeongguk’s shoulder; whispering in his ear to take the risk, encouraging him to have fun and get a little reckless.
Where was Hoseok when he needed him? Better yet, where was Jimin to behave him? And why was Seokjin having to deal with all of this?
The second Jeongguk got pushed into the center, nearly crashing into Yeonjun and Soobin, another round of whistling and cheers sounded. He seemed flushed already, and it likely had something to do with the whiskey glass in his hand.
“Yah, Jeongguk-ah!” Seokjin called out, trying to get closer to him. “Jeongguk, don’t even—“
“Your turn!” Soobin was a giggling mess, taking him by the wrist and dragging him with them. “You can be Jeongguk hyungie’s partner.”
He tried pulling away. “Ah, Soobin-ah, you know I can’t drink on the job.”
“Yah, hyung-nim, you need to let loose sometimes,” chided Yeonjun, who was equally a giggling mess and red in the face. “It’s my birthday, hyung. Do it for me! Just one? Pleaaase?”
They were already getting Jeongguk to lay on his back, a similar situation to Yeonjun, only this time, their gazes locked in the middle of whatever chaos they got sucked into.
In Seokjin’s head, he was hoping that Jeongguk would get the idea and back out, so neither of them would be put in any more trouble—but unfortunately, that just wasn’t the way the young heir thought about these kinds of situations.
Instead, Jeongguk’s gaze turned sultry as he lifted his white tank top up, invoking a new round of cheers, provoking Seokjin in spite of his responsibilities. They weren’t actually going to do this, were they?
To no one’s surprise, Taehyung was the one setting him up; some salt haphazardly sprinkled along his toned stomach, a piece of lime placed between his teeth, and a concerningly full shot of tequila shoved into Seokjin’s hand—it wasn’t even his drink of choice.
Jeongguk never broke eye contact and stayed perched on his forearms, abs flexing as he engaged his core. Two years, they’ve had a difficult professional relationship, so it came naturally to him as he saw the look in those doe eyes: what are you going to do about it, hyung?
Seokjin clenched his jaw and rolled his shoulders back. So they were doing this.
Peer pressure certainly was a powerful force, knowing that he would only kill the mood trying to bargain his way out of this. He mustered a small smile to the birthday celebrant, holding his shot glass up, and walked in Jeongguk’s direction.
“Bottom’s up, princess.”
It wasn’t meant to be anything more than going through the motions; Seokjin used his free hand to hold Jeongguk by the hip, keeping him down as he dove right in, pressing his tongue down on the skin beneath his navel, licking a thick stripe upwards to collect the salt on his tongue—it wasn’t enough, but he drank the shot with it anyway, putting the glass down.
Seokjin wanted to use his other hand to take the lime from his mouth, but Jeongguk jerked away, almost as if he wanted him to do it the way the couple before them did. It was a show he wanted, clearly.
So he did just that—Seokjin balanced himself by gripping the edge of the table and leaning in until their bodies were close, but not quite touching, just close enough that he plucked the lime from Jeongguk’s mouth with his own. He easily flipped it into his mouth with his tongue, suckling on the sour taste.
“Holy shit, hyung.” Jeongguk looked impressed, astounded even. “You—“
“Now that was hot.” Taehyung swung his arms over both of them, ruffling their hair before he was shoving another glass-full of some darker liquor into Jeongguk’s hand. “One more, do one more!”
“Absolutely not.”
“Hyung!” Yeonjun was whining again as if he heard his protests. God, why were there two brats in one place? “Jin hyungie, Soobin did two. You should do another one!”
An exasperated look. “What does that have to do with me?”
“Seokjin hyung.” Suddenly, Jeongguk wasn’t using his whiney tone. He sounded—different in the way he called out his name, not quite demanding, more timid in a way. It only occurred to him that they were still closely standing together. “One more and I’m done—I promise.”
“I find that hard to believe.” Seokjin snipped, but the pleading look in his eyes made it hard not to give in. “Fine, last one.”
“You heard him!” Taehyung took that as his cue to steal back the tequila bottle, pouring another glass as Jeongguk finished his own. “Oh, give me that—ah, where’s the lime?”
This time, it was Jeongguk’s neck, much to Seokjin’s dismay. He was starting to get concerned by the way his body temperature was rising, how his face was getting warm and the skin beneath his clothes even warmer. A cocktail and two shots, he was keeping count.
The third one should be his last for the night. Seokjin just needed to appease Jeongguk so they could get on with their night and make it back in one piece. Somehow, he felt more nervous than in the first round.
Jeongguk was leaning back on his hands instead of laying down. The left side of his shoulder was exposed from pulling the strap of his top to the side, his attention solely focused on Seokjin, taking another piece of lime between his teeth. He went as far as to wink, knees parting ever so slightly for him.
Seokjin shouldn’t find it attractive, but he did. Of course, he did. Jeongguk’s beauty was unquestionable and impossible to look away from, and maybe that’s what was making him nervous—the fact that he was getting drawn in by his beauty.
Was this how he tried to lure his next victim? Would Jeongguk bat his pretty eyes and wield his sex appeal like bait?
Was Seokjin stupid enough to take the bait?
When the shot glass was back in his hand, Seokjin took a deep breath and tipped Jeongguk’s head back by his chin, instinctively keeping him in that position by cradling the side of his face. He swore he could hear both of their hearts racing, growing restless, excited even.
Seokjin was a lot slower with the way he lapped up the salt on the crook of his neck, though it was likely closer to his collarbone.
“Oops—sorry, princess.” He might have licked too much skin, got too sloppy, because he swore he heard Jeongguk muffle a whimper.
He knocked back the shot glass, letting the alcohol sit and burn on his tongue before swallowing it whole and trailed his fingers behind Jeongguk’s neck. Seokjin closed his mouth on the lime slice and tightened his hold, and their lips might have touched in the midst of it, but his adrenaline was too high for him to notice.
He sucked on the piece, cringing slightly at the tartness, but it was over. Seokjin could hear someone calling for their next victim, likely one of Yeonjun’s closest friends, and he released his grip on Jeongguk.
His heart was pounding, fingers twitching when they were no longer carding through his soft black hair. Fuck. They needed to go home before they did something they were going to regret.
“Let’s go.” Seokjin couldn’t even look at him despite lowering his hand to grab his wrist, dragging him through the crowd, somewhere less busy and private. He saw the restroom's signage and led the way. “We should get you cleaned up. I think I spilled something on you.”
It wasn’t as loud on this side of the venue, likely due to there being another set of restrooms closer to the bar. These restrooms consisted of two single all-gender stalls, and fortunately for them, neither were occupied.
Jeongguk had been silent the entire time. It was a first for him, because he would have said something snarky or goad him for doing something as risqué as body shots with the man he was supposed to keep a close surveillance on at all times.
He couldn’t even look Seokjin in the eye.
It wasn’t something he was going to comment on, not right away. He found some paper towels and dampened them, using it to wipe off the salt from his neck and shoulder, and some apparently some alcohol residue from his throat. Seokjin only pressed when he saw the young heir gnaw on his bottom lip.
“Jeongguk-ah,” he nudged him, finally getting his attention. “You okay?”
Wordlessly, he nodded. No smart remarks or a change in attitude, just his pair of eyes doing all the talking, filled with intoxication and—something more than just that. His cheeks were reddening the longer their gazes stayed on each other, almost challenging in a way.
Seokjin wasn’t dense, and that was the problem. If anything, he was known to be quite perceptive.
They were alone in a surprisingly clean restroom, the alcohol in their system was dulling their self-restraints, Jeongguk was looking at him with bad intentions, and Seokjin couldn’t find it in himself to look away. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Jeongguk tried to make the first move. “Hyung⏤”
But Seokjin was already meeting him halfway.
Despite all the days and nights of butting heads, with the young heir trying to have his way and his bodyguard insistently getting him out of trouble, exchanging passive-aggressive comments, lighthearted banter, probably some vulgar things said during disagreements that would get both of them in trouble⏤it all amounted to this.
At the first press of their lips, a kiss had never felt so fucking right, and it wasn’t soft or gentle in the slightest.
Jeongguk was already all riled up from his tongue pressed against his skin. He tried to pull him closer, entangling his fingers into his black hair, shoving him into the counter with new fervor. It was exhilarating.
“Fuck, Jeongguk.” Seokjin’s voice was low and breathless, and his hands found their way back to his waist, fingers slipping beneath the hem of his top to touch the hot skin. He’s gotten so used to wrestling Jeongguk into submission that it became second-nature to just grip his hips in a vice-like grip, just until he was whimpering again. “Don’t put this on me.”
He responded by licking into his mouth, like he wanted to taste the mix of lime and alcohol on his tongue. Seokjin groaned at that and swapped their positions with ease, reaching down to hoist him onto the counter, where he could slot himself between Jeongguk’s legs.
“Mmph⏤hyungie. “ Jeongguk sounded wrecked already, their hips pressed together, his arousal leaving him dizzy and desperate. They kissed until their lungs needed air, until one of them had to break away for a breath. “You’re driving me insane.”
Seokjin gave up on fighting him on this, because this was the only one he knew he couldn’t win. He dropped his head to Jeongguk’s shoulder as he catched his breath, tightening his hold around his waist. “I still have to get you home.”
That only made him perk up in interest. “And when you do?”
“I don’t know.” It was his earnest answer, but his mouth betrayed him by kissing up Jeongguk’s exposed throat, earning another breathless moan. He sounded so sweet like this, so reactive to his touch. “You know we shouldn’t.”
“Or.” Like a devil on his shoulder, lips brushing against the shell of his ear, whispering words of temptation⏤ “You could fuck the brat out of me.”
Seokjin responded to that by biting down on his shoulder. Hard. It earned him a sound between pain and pleasure, causing Jeongguk to buck his hips, whining against him. Seokjin pulled away and gripped his jaw between his thumb and fingers, tongue in cheek, looking at the blissed out expression on his face.
He couldn’t resist going back in for one more kiss anymore—just one more, and they needed to go. It didn’t matter what was going to happen after. What mattered was that they both needed to quell their desires and deal with it once they’ve had their fill.
When they pulled away, Jeongguk wanted more. “Jin hyung—“
“Careful, princess.” Seokjin clicked his tongue. “Don’t ask for things you can’t handle.”
Jeongguk couldn’t get a response out. He was too distracted by the way Seokjin pressed his thumb against his lower lip, slowly pressing it inside. Without being prompted, the young heir closed his mouth around his thumb and swirled his tongue around it.
“Desperate little thing, aren’t you?” He murmured, pulling it out with a wet pop. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
At the very least, it was something they both agreed on.
Nevermind the slight discomfort in their pants as they emerged from the restroom, it was crowded and dim enough that it could go unnoticed. They only had to get through the mess of drunken bodies and colorful lights if they wanted to find their way to the elevators.
Somehow, one of the staff still managed to spot them on their way out and offer one of them a drink⏤there was one glass remaining: whiskey on the rocks, recently poured judging by the way the ice hadn’t melted a bit. Was this a sign for him to loosen up and forget all ethical obligations?
In the end, Seokjin gave in and took it, giving the server his thanks and slipping him a cash tip. It earned him a narrowed look from Jeongguk. “Thought you shouldn’t be drinking on the job.”
A little too late for jabs like that. Regardless, he rolled his eyes and took one long sip—but not without tugging Jeongguk close, so he could press their lips together and kiss the alcohol into his mouth. The young heir swallowed it all without spilling a single drop.
“I shouldn’t,” Seokjin hummed. “But I deserve a drink for dealing with you.”
They just barely made it through the door—fortunately, in one piece.
Jeongguk couldn’t get himself under control no matter how much he tried, but his cock was throbbing in his jeans at the idea of Seokjin holding him down, and his head was starting to feel heavy. He knew he had more to drink, but he couldn’t recall how many.
All he knew was that he had Seokjin locking the door and dragging him to his room, where their lips met again in the middle, their bodies falling on top of each other as they hit the bed, hungry and desperate for more. There was no questioning it anymore; they needed this.
Jeongguk could only whine and roll his hips down from where he sat on top of his bodyguard, taking his own jacket off, trying to cool down from all that heat trapped inside.
The more he pressed their crotches together, the more intrigued he became, because he could feel the strain against the front of Seokjin’s slacks; he could feel it filling in his pants and it didn’t seem like there was much room.
Instead of addressing the problem, Seokjin chose to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him down towards the bed. Jeongguk’s whole world already felt like it was spinning, but it stopped when he felt something hot and wet against his neck, while the zipper of his jeans were coming undone.
“Jin hyung.” He swallowed hard, realizing that Seokjin was kissing his neck, suckling on unmarked skin. “Please, need you to touch me.”
“I’m already touching you, Jeongguk-ah.” The way he said his name was dripping with want. “Hm, I think this is the first time I've ever heard you say please in a while.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Don’t start giving me attitude now, princess.” He was the one taking control, after all. “Lift your hips up, I’m going to take this off.”
Jeongguk did just that, to which Seokjin actually took off both his jeans and his underwear, exposing his embarrassingly hard cock, which was already leaking precum and all red at the tip. He was fully exposed, while the other was still fully dressed. “Ah, hyung. . .”
“Good boy.” What was equally embarrassing was the way his cock twitched at that. “Oh, you like being called a good boy, Jeongguk-ah?”
“Hyung, don’t tease me.” He grumbled, practically scowling at him, so he tried to stroke himself as a means to feel some relief—except Seokjin swatted his hand away, earning an even bigger scowl. “Hyung!”
“Do you want me to fuck you or not?” Seokjin received a reluctant nod. “Then you’re going to let me have my fun, hm? I put up with your bratty ass for two fucking years with little to no consequences on your end.”
“What are you gonna do? Spank me?” Jeongguk taunted. “Make me learn my lesson?”
“Tempting, but I know you’d like that,” he said. “You know the stoplight system? Do you have a safe word?”
“Yeah—mine’s just red.” He raised his head from the bed, suddenly curious. “Wait, are you seeing someone outside of work hours? Are you secretly kinky? What do you—“
“That’s seriously none of your business, Jeongguk.” Seokjin wrapped his hands around both of his ankles, yanking him towards the edge of the bed, earning a surprised yelp. He couldn’t help but stare down at him, now that he got a perfect view of his exposed hole. “Oh? What’s this?”
Jeongguk wasn’t joking when he said he had every intention of getting laid. His eyes immediately fell on what clearly was the end of a butt plug, one with a cute pink gem that was in the shape of a heart—it was oddly fitting for him.
He wasn’t ashamed of that, though. “Thought it would save me some time.”
“Not too sure about that, Gguk.” Seokjin gently tugged at the circular base and slowly tried pulling it out. It earned him a slight wince, watching as his rim stretched around the more bulbous part of the plug. When it was fully out, he didn’t seem that impressed with the size. “Still have to stretch you out—where’s your lube?”
“First drawer.” Jeongguk pointed at the dresser across the bed, starting to feel a little numb as he laid comfortably in bed. He wasn’t drowsy per se, but he’s at a point where his intoxication hit a plateau. “S’my plug not thick enough?”
“Not enough for me, no.”
“Hm.”
“Hey.” Seokjin’s hand was gently touching the side of his face, noticing that he was spacing out. “You okay? I’m not gonna do this if you’re asleep, Jeongguk.”
“I’m awake, just a little drunk.” A giggle. “But I wouldn’t mind if you fucked me while I was asleep, too.”
“Say that to me again when we’re fully sober.” As if this wasn’t a sobering experience already? Seokjin the son of one of the richest families in Korea begging for his cock—and he so badly wanted to give it to him. “I’ll give you my fingers now.”
He tried to drown out his thoughts and stand by the edge of the bed, where he could get a better angle. He wasted no time getting his two fingers slick with lube, sinking them inside his hole with only some resistance.
“Your fingers feel great inside me, shit.” Jeongguk hissed, resisting the urge to touch his drooling dick. “Knew they would feel this good.”
“Yeah?” Seokjin chuckled, pumping his fingers in and out with languid motions. “You thought about me like that?”
“Of fucking course, I did. You’re stupid hot and you keep manhandling me when I’m not listening to you.” He confessed. “Thought you’d fuck me one of these days, but you—ah—you’re annoyingly strict.”
“Well, you got your wish.” Seokjin kept probing with his two fingers, twisting his wrist until Jeongguk jerked his hips, coaxing a choked moan out of him. “What else have you been fantasizing about, princess?”
His hole clenched around his fingers—that didn’t go unnoticed. “Wanted to ride you in the backseat earlier while you—mmmph.”
“While I what?” This time, he slid in a third finger, using his free hand to wrap around his cock. The added stimulation was enough to make him writhe in pleasure, trying to thrust into his hand. “You’ve had these dirty thoughts about me all along, princess?”
“Like it when you call me that.” Jeongguk admitted. “It’s fucking hot—thought of riding you while you call me that.”
“I’ll remember you said that.”
Seokjin picked up the pace, three-fingers deep inside him as they repeatedly pressed against his prostate, while he played with the tip of his dick, smearing precum with his thumb. Something about the way Jeongguk looked while reveling in pleasure hit all the right buttons in his perverted mind.
To think that Jeongguk could be this cooperative and pliant for him, when all he’s ever dealt with was a man who had a knack for causing his own bodyguard trouble and seeing if he could push him to his limits.
Perhaps Seokjin could turn the tables and test his limits, too.
“—close, hyung.” Jeongguk gasped, but it only made Seokjin pump his fingers inside him faster, with the sole intention of tipping him over the edge. “Hyung, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, fuck.”
“Not stopping you, baby,” he mumbled. “Go on, come on my fingers. You think we’ll end things there? I’ll stop until I'm satisfied, Jeongguk-ah. Get that through your stubborn fucking head, hm?”
Seokjin practically bullied an orgasm out of him, making the young heir let out an overwhelmed cry as he came all over his hand. Jeongguk’s body trembled with pleasure, blindly reaching for his wrist to slow down his movements, whimpering from the continued stimulation.
For all his bark, Jeongguk couldn’t admit that he had never gone a second round with any one-night stand, because who was going to keep up with him? And yet, his mind was already reeling, both from lingering intoxication and the endorphins of his climax.
The desirous expression on Seokjin’s face made heat continue to spread through Jeongguk’s body. He pulled his fingers out with a lewd and wet squelch, while his left fingers were covered in cum. “Hm, not as much as I thought.”
Instead of wiping it off⏤anywhere, Seokjin licked it off without so much as breaking eye contact and Jeongguk swore his dick just got hard again watching him. “Hyung!”
“Not the worst thing I’ve ever swallowed.” What the fuck is that supposed to mean? He proceeded to finally, finally get rid of his clothes, especially his trousers. It was the only thing Jeongguk could focus on, and his eyes grew double in size when the bulge in underwear became more prominent. “What? This isn’t your first time seeing a dick, Jeongguk-ah.”
It wasn’t that. It wasn’t that at all. The second Seokjin tugged his underwear down, Jeongguk inhaled sharply, glancing between his erection and the smug look on his face⏤it was thick, heavy. It slightly curved towards his stomach but not all the way, likely because of its own goddamn weight.
When he goaded Seokjin into fucking the brat out of him, Jeongguk never realized how quickly karma acted.
Jeongguk didn’t know what came over him⏤unspeakable lust, most certainly⏤but the words tumbled off his tongue without regard for self-preservation. “Shit⏤I want you to fuck me raw, hyung.”
There was a glint in his eyes. Seokjin didn’t even miss a beat when he raised an eyebrow. “Beg for it.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He gradually undid the buttons of his shirt, taking his sweet damn time. “Beg for my cock, princess.”
It made something flare up inside him, all hot and fiery. Jeon Jeongguk never begged for anything, and they both knew that. His dignity wouldn’t allow him that, not when he could buy Seokjin and everything related to him ten times over⏤maybe even more than that.
Jeongguk bit his tongue and stared him down. He refused to beg. Between the two of them, Seokjin hadn’t even come at all. “Not a fucking chance.”
“Suit yourself.” Rather than ending it altogether, Seokjin still joined him in bed, moving him towards the center of the mattress and parting Jeongguk’s legs to make space for himself. His nude body pressed up against his own, their cocks rubbing together with a mix of lube and cum, lips leaving wet kisses along his jaw. “I’m not the one who will go to bed unsatisfied.”
Before he could make another sly remark, Seokjin was kissing him again, all tongue and bite, making him whimper as he rolled his hips down.
Jeongguk was starting to get frustrated. He needed to feel full again, needed to forget about all his troubles and focus only the pleasure Seokjin was giving him⏤but he wasn’t getting any of it. Not yet, at least.
“Jin hyung,” he whined against his lips. “Seokjin hyung, don’t tease me. You want to fuck me.”
“Mmm, not as badly as you do, clearly.” Seokjin raised himself on one arm, looking down at him with a coy smile. “I’m perfectly fine leaving you high and dry, Jeongguk-ah. I can make myself come just from this⏤and if I do, then we’re done here.”
“Hyung.” The same flare up was traveling up his throat, through his sinus, behind his eyes. It was making him irrationally upset. “Hyung, come on. I need you inside me.”
“Awh, are you tearing up?” He cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Are you going to throw a tantrum, baby? Nothing that I haven’t handled before. You already know what you have to do to get what you want.”
A deep breath. A Jeon never begs. He wasn’t supposed to beg for anything.
But the more Seokjin languidly grinded against him, carelessly rubbing their dicks together, peppering him with soft and sweet kisses that contrasted all the vulgarities that led to this, it was just impossible to resist.
Jeongguk swallowed back his tears and led his mouth back to his own, kissing him with urgency. He never begged for anything, but god, was he willing to do it just this once.
It was quiet, at first; barely a whisper. “Please.”
Seokjin hummed in interest, their lips a breath apart when he pulled away. He saw the desperation in the youngest Jeon’s eyes. “You can do better than that.”
“Please, hyung.” Jeongguk repeated, louder this time, visibly on the verge of tears if he didn’t get the relief he craved for. “Please, I need your cock inside me⏤need you to fuck me raw, hyung. I just. . .please.”
“Good boy, Jeongguk-ah. That was a lot, wasn’t it?” A smile. He meant it, though; he knew what kind of mindset they instilled in Jeongguk. Even so, the praise made him blush. Perhaps the brat in him wasn’t so hard to break, after all. “Go grab a pillow if you want, let me fuck you properly.”
“Fucking finally.”
Seokjin sighed. Spoke too soon.
Jeongguk chose to lay his head on the pillow, watching with a heady gaze as Seokjin lathered himself up with more lube, using whatever remained to spread around his rim. Despite everything, it still made his heart race in anticipation.
Jeongguk held his breath when he felt the blunt tip of his cock press against him, rubbing it over his hole, still teasing him to no end. “Hyung, stop teasing me, I—fuckfuckfuck.”
“God, you’re too impatient, princess.” Seokjin groaned as he slowly pushed in, changing his grip so that one was wrapped around his girth and the other on Jeongguk’s frustratingly grabable waist. “Getting all mouthy until a cock is filling you up.”
“Fuck you, hyung.”
“Quite the opposite.” He muttered, almost equally as winded as Jeongguk as he inched inside, relishing in the tight and wet heat, his breathing shallow the closer he was to bottoming out. It was too late now for any moral crisis or job security, because Seokjin enjoyed this more than he thought. “Shit—you’re still so tight even with my cock this deep inside you.”
Truthfully, Jeongguk was already gone. He clenched around his dick despite still trying to adjust to the big intrusion—unfortunately, his own bodyguard was the biggest he’s ever taken by far, and it pained him to know that this would be all he could think about even after the fact.
When Seokjin didn’t get a response, he shifted on his knees and pulled out until only his cockhead was past his rim. He wasn’t as slow when he slid right back in with a squelch, making Jeongguk gasp. “K-Keep doing that, hyung. Please.”
“Yeah?” Seokjin experimented with a moderate pace, ensuring that he was burying his cock deep inside him each time. “Feel good, princess?”
“Yes.” A whine, his delirious gaze falling on Seokjin’s enamored one. His fingers that gripped the blanket beneath them in an effort to ground himself⏤they reached to anchor anywhere along the expanse of his back, greedily pulling him closer. “Fuck yes, I love that I can feel you in my tummy, hyung.”
It was one thing to be as big as Seokjin was. It was another to be able to fucking use it, and he saw no problem fucking the young heir with deep and hard thrusts, pacing himself accordingly.
Jeongguk moaned beneath him, unable to focus on anything else but the way his cock pressed against his walls, splitting him open so deliciously. Nevermind the twinge of pain or the way tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, he wanted this—needed to get fucked like this.
For a brief moment, his eyes shut when Seokjin slammed into him, eliciting a wrecked sound out of him. It was a heavenly experience, his body rocking with every thrust, and his head felt like it was spiraling with ecstasy. When he opened his eyes, he saw the frenzied look in his Seokjin's.
Jeongguk didn’t care about what nonsense he was babbling. The same tightening pressure was building up, making him go breathless. “Hyung, you’re gonna—make me come again, hyung.”
“Already? Hyung hasn’t even come yet, baby.” Seokjin goaded, but he didn’t relent. He didn’t need to pick up his pace. He changed his position to where he was practically folding Jeongguk in half, driving his cock into him with every harsh slam of his hips.
The lewd sounds of their skin making contact echoed in the room, paired with the choked moans falling off Jeongguk lips. Their new position made it easier for Seokjin’s cock to brush against his prostate, repeating it over and over and over until the young heir couldn’t handle it anymore, until he was raking his nails down his back, making Seokjin hiss, but it only spurred him to do more.
“Jin hyung, Seokjin hyung.” He panted. Jeongguk wanted to stroke himself, bring himself to completion, but his body was so stricken with blinding hot pleasure that he couldn’t move. The sensation was too good, and it left him shaking as another orgasm racked through him. “Coming, ah—fuck, hyung. Hyung.”
“Greedy fucking thing, shit—came untouched on my cock, hm?” Seokjin kept fucking him through his orgasm, maintaining the same deep and heavy strokes. “Hyung’s not done with you yet, princess.”
Even though Jeongguk was already getting overwhelmed, lost in the high of his orgasm, Seokjin had total disregard for the weak noises Jeongguk made as he tried to push him away, his lower half twitching from the insistent intrusion of his cock—it burned. It hurt in a way he couldn’t explain.
And yet, it was too good for him to resist, so Jeongguk clenched his abused hole around him, not realizing that he had tears rolling down the side of his face. “Seokjin hyungie—please.”
For a second, his pace faltered, and he almost pulled out, but Jeongguk whined and tried to keep him there. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Stay like that,” he mewled. “Want you to keep fucking me, s’too much, but—but it hurts so good, hyung. Please.”
Seokjin leaned in and kissed his neck affectionately, but not without playfully nipping at his ear, his grin mischievous. “Wasn’t that hard to fuck the brat out of you, now was it, princess?”
A string of curses were said, though most not as spiteful as before. Choosing to ignore them, Seokjin abruptly pulled out with an obscenely wet pop, earning a disgruntled whine. Before he could let Jeongguk complain, he was quick to flip him onto his front, manhandling the young heir into the position he wanted.
Jeongguk’s head was still resting on the pillow, but his lower half was flush against the mattress; his legs were spread and bent at the knees, his hips pinned down by both of Seokjin’s hands. It made him feel so vulnerable, unable to move with the other bearing him down.
Seokjin’s dick was poking between his ass cheeks, finding no problem in guiding the tip back to his hole, where he filled him back up in one smooth motion, practically mounting his ass. “Fuck, you take my cock so well, princess.”
The sting only brought more tears to his eyes. Jeongguk couldn’t do anything but take it.
It only encouraged Seokjin to fuck him harder, shoving his cock as far as it could. He reduced Jeongguk to a babbling mess of tears and wanton moans, bringing a hand from his waist to the back of his head, curling his fingers into his hair and clutching a couple strands in a tight grip.
“Didn’t know you could be such a cockslut, Jeongguk-ah,” Seokjin said in such a condescending tone, a stark contrast to what he’s seen everyday. “All bark but no fucking bite⏤suddenly, you’re so needy and pliant once you’re filled to the brim with a thick cock.”
Jeongguk whimpered when his head was tugged back, causing him to arch his back. “Ah! Fuck⏤fuck you, ‘m still technically your boss.”
“That’s the best you got, princess?” A low chuckle. “Acting as if you don’t love how I’m making you my bitch.”
When he pressed Jeongguk’s head back into the pillow and let go of his hair, he set a relentless pace, fueled by his own need to finish and the way the young heir cried out his name.
The poor thing was clearly overstimulated at this point, clenching and unclenching around his cock that abused his hole over and over, but Seokjin’s hips didn’t slow. He wanted to push Jeongguk to his limits, and he could tell that they might reach the breaking point soon.
So he mouthed along Jeongguk’s shoulder, all tongue and teeth, sucking at wherever he could reach to bruise him. Seokjin felt his abdomen start to clench, his climax nearing with every thrust.
“I’m close, Jeongguk-ah.” Seokjin groaned into his ear, kissing the crown of his head. “Gonna let hyung come deep inside you, hm? Should I plug you up and keep it inside your needy fucking hole? Give you something to remember in the morning? How good I fucked you tonight?”
A sharp gasp. Jeongguk’s voice had gone hoarse, and his cheeks were stained with tears, not realizing how much he had been sobbing. His head was lost somewhere in the clouds of his pleasure, unable to find it in himself to make some sort of protest or complaint.
Jeongguk could only nod. It wasn’t a good enough response.
Seokjin made a particularly harsh thrust, causing him to whimper. “Ask nicely, princess.”
“P-Please.” Suddenly, begging was the easiest thing to do now. Jeongguk’s poor, neglected cock was trapped between his stomach and the bed, too sensitive, too fucked out to notice if he came again or not. Everything ached in all the right ways that he couldn’t find it in himself to care. “Please, hyung.”
Seokjin was all he could think of; his hot mouth, his tight grip, his heavy cock, his mean words⏤Jeongguk couldn’t forget this, and if he did, then he would to beg his way to make Seokjin make him remember.
“Want hyung to come inside me, please,” he babbled on. “Want it so fucking bad, hyungie, pleasepleaseplease.”
“Good boy, good fucking boy, Jeongguk-ah.” Seokjin praised him, his hips stuttering. “Such a good boy for hyung, fuck⏤”
It was a different kind of pleasure the moment his orgasm finally hit, eliciting a deep and drawn out moan, hot and thick spurts of cum filling Jeongguk up, grinding against his walls. Seokjin could only bite and kiss wherever his mouth landed, didn’t matter who was going to see it the next day.
The only thing now on his mind was how Jeongguk was limp like a ragdoll beneath him, panting hard, still making little sniffles. Seokjin could even feel him twitch with every minor movement.
For something they shouldn’t have done, shouldn’t have let it get this far⏤it felt good.
It was a sobering moment when Seokjin finally pulled out and collapsed next to the young heir, trying to catch his breath and wiping away the sweat from the side of his face⏤which he didn’t realize had been the case. There was a sheen of sweat on his neck and even his back. He let out a long sigh.
Jeongguk looked like he was fully wrecked and ready to knock out. He couldn’t move from where he laid, struggling to keep his somewhat-puffy eyes peeled open when he finally looked his way.
Seokjin wondered if anyone ever told Jeongguk that he looked pretty even when he cried. “Hi.”
A small smile. “Hi, hyung.”
They laid in silence, trying to calm their beating hearts, waiting until the weight of their actions finally sank in⏤and they were both out like a light.
In the morning, Seokjin was still there to greet him. Then again, it wasn’t like he could avoid it; their bodies were sore and they didn’t move an inch from where they had fallen asleep in bed.
There was that small bit of anxiety ebbing away at Seokjin’s conscience knowing he crossed all the boundaries that he wasn’t supposed to cross. He almost wanted to run, deal with his guilt alone, consider taking some time away from Jeongguk or just resigning altogether.
Almost.
Instead, Jeongguk was grumbling about his ass hurting and nagged him to help him to the shower. They were going to be fine.
It was moments like these where Seokjin was thankful for the obnoxiously large bathroom of the youngest Jeon’s condo. The bathtub was big enough for both of them and probably more, allowing them to soak comfortably in hot water and wash away whatever bodily fluids remained on their skin.
He wasn’t going to comment on how puffy Jeongguk’s face was, how his eyes were slightly red and tired. However, Seokjin did finally try and break their silence.
“You okay?” He asked. “I’m so⏤”
“Don’t apologize.” Jeongguk already knew what he was going to say. Despite trying to keep a professional relationship, as they both claimed it was, he knew his character just as well as Seokjin knew his own. He knew his bodyguard didn’t mean genuine harm. “I’m okay, hyung. I’m just. . .sore.”
That was a good sign, then. Seokjin nodded and continued to scrub away at stomach and his crotch, trying to gauge whether or not he should offer to clean Jeongguk up, too. He decided he should. “C’mere, let me help.”
Surprisingly, Jeongguk listened.
Seokjin diligently scrubbed him down from the top down, spending extra time between his legs, where a mix of lube, sweat, and definitely semen leaked out of him overnight⏤most certainly on the bed, too⏤but he used his hands instead of the washcloth to try and rub it off, just until his fingers grazed over his rim.
Jeongguk jolted at the sensation, still sensitive. He had found purchase on his shoulders as he stood on his knees. They were at an awkward distance like this, and an even more awkward situation where he probably needed to wash up there, too.
In the end, Seokjin hauled him into his lap, smelling the body wash that lingered on his damp skin. The young heir wasn’t as talkative as he normally was.
He kissed Jeongguk’s shoulder. There was a bruise in the shape of his teeth left there. “Don’t tell me I finally got the brat in you to crack.”
In response to that, Jeongguk bit his ear⏤just enough to make him wince. “In your fucking dreams, hyung.”
“Asshole,” he muttered. “You’re ordering us breakfast.”
It was actually lunch time. Hell, it wasn’t even morning at all. By the time they got out of the bathroom to search for their phones and strip the bed, they saw that it was almost two in the afternoon. Neither of them knew what time they got home nor when they passed out.
The only place left for them to sit and wait was the couch; Jeongguk was the first to crash as Seokjin sat next to him, fully leaning against the backrest.
An exhausted groan. “What now?”
“Dunno,” he shrugged. What else was there to do about it anyway? They both came out of it satisfied, so why dwell on it. “Eat, take a nap, check my schedule for next week.” A beat. “Make you do my bidding.”
“Right.” Seokjin looked equally as fucked out as he did, staring at the ceiling of the living room. “Whatever you say, princess.”
“You know,” Jeongguk huffed. “I still don’t know why you call me that.”
He hummed in thought, closing his eyes for a brief moment, still reeling from the night before with a heavy head. “You were really drunk that time, but remember sometime last year when you grew out your hair⏤kind of looked like a cute little wavy bob?”
“Mhm.”
“You could barely walk and tried to convince me that you could walk perfectly fine from the car to your room.” A fond laugh. “In the end, I had to carry you back⏤you know, in my arms and all? It stuck with me for a while. . .but you said I was treating you like a princess, so basically, you gave me the idea.”
He had left out the part Jeongguk admitted that he liked being doted on, but that would be unbecoming of his reputation.
“Oh.” A subtle blush tinted his cheeks. “I should probably stop drinking around you.”
“A bit too late for that.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” This time, Jeongguk sent him a mischievous look. “Ah, Seokjin hyung, I think I’m going to need a refresher on what happened last night. It kind of all feels like a blur.”
“Ah, it was.” Seokjin turned his head to look at him, finding himself smiling at the thought. It was relieving to know that they were going to be okay. “But that’s a no.”
“We could⏤what?” There was confusion in his eyes, almost like there was a look of betrayal in them. “What do you mean no?”
Seokjin tried to contain his laughter.
“Hyung, you can’t just⏤oh, screw you!” It quickly dawned on Jeongguk that he was joking. “Oh, ha-ha, hyung. Very funny.”
“The look on your face!” He doubled over, earning a hard glare. “Ah, you’re such a spoiled thing, Jeongguk-ah. To think I actually like being around you.”
“Shut up.” A pause. “Wait, you do?”
At the very least, their professional relationship could progress into something more⏤ casual. It was going to be a curse and a blessing in one, now that Seokjin had new means of getting Jeongguk to cooperate. Perhaps he didn’t need to resign, now that he was certain he had job security now.
After all, who else was going to put up with this brat?