#jungkook x male wiyllt
dionysus iv, m | jjk x ♂wiyllt
pairing(s): jungkook x male wiyllt
—important: contains m/m pairing and no reader
— male OC is male whatifyoulivelikethat aka me, the author ;)
summary: Following a sex advice Twitter somehow got Jeon Jungkook here, at the physical address of useryourowndionysus’s apartment, the one whotaught Jungkook’s girlfriend how to suck dick and taught him how to eat pussy. Exactly what he asked for. No more, no less. So, what if he… asks for more?
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; important! male OC is pansexual and Jungkook is closer to bisexual; smut (m/m pairing, D/s dynamics, (a lot of) begging, praise kink, use of anal plug, handjob, m-receiving oral, hair pulling, dick slapping to the face, m-masturbation, anal sex, hyung kink?); non-idol!BTS - dom!male OC x sub!JK; Jungkook’s POV; fluff and feels; implied yoongi x ♂wiyllt
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“I…”
“… You?”
His long black hair was wet. He must had just gotten out of the shower. Damp strands clung to his left cheekbone, framing the left ear and the double lobe piercing. Two silver hoops. He had an undercut and it was much more obvious since his hair was harshly swept to the left. His skin glowed with product. He was wearing a low neckline, collared black pajama shirt with little red devils on it. They were making various faces, little grins and smirks and some with their long tongues hanging out. He was in boxer briefs. Black. Some kind of slinky fabric that clung to his muscular thighs and his crotch.
The breath caught in his throat as Jeon Jungkook stared.
“Shit, sorry, let me put pants on.”
The door was about to close and Jungkook smacked his palm against the front door of this apartment he had never been at until today, suddenly breathing hard, catching the gaze of those dark, dark eyes and the raised brow, stopping the man who named himself Dionysus on Twitter.
Useryourowndionysus.
“Um… I broke up with my girlfriend.”
The other man blinked at him. “What?” His handsome features furrowed in confusion. “Did I do something? Are you here to try to beat the shit out of me or something?”
Try?
Jungkook blinked back, now confused himself. “T… Try?”
The man frowned, clicking his tongue. “You think I would let you? You are cute, Jungkook, but I’m not going to let you win even if you’re mad at me for, uh, doing exactly what you told me to do.” Now he pursed his lips and scratched his head.
“N-No, ah, no, that’s not why we broke up. It’s, um… um, because…”
Oh shit.
How was Jungkook supposed to say, because we both figured out the reason why we suck at talking to each other about doing stuff is because we’re both subs and we want to be told what to do?
“Can I… can I talk to you?” he mumbled, sucking in a breath. They were nearly the same height. The other man was slightly taller and he wasn’t wearing shoes. Jungkook felt a bit sad about that, but oh well.
“You’re talking to me right now.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes and pouted.
That smirk returned and so did that deep chuckle. “Come on now. You gave me the chance. I have to take it.”
Jungkook chewed on his lip, slightly annoyed.
The head ticked and the wet black locks flicked in the air. Simple. Effortless. The right hand raised and Jungkook now noticed that only the fingers on his left hand had rings, as if he had been in the middle of putting them back on before being interrupted. As per usual, every finger was adorned except the left pinky.
The right, however, was bare.
His lower lip fell from his teeth, fixating on this man’s ring-free hand.
The long fingers raised, curling inward.
“Come in.”
Jungkook didn’t quite know why he was here. Honestly, he was kind of surprised at himself. He remembered showing up at a certain music producer’s studio. A grumpy, half-awake hyung had greeted him at the door, asking him why he couldn’t just text.
“You don’t answer texts, hyung.”
“You don’t either.” Those cat-like eyes had narrowed. Then he sighed. “Okay, what is it?”
“Um, do you, uh… knowyourowndionysus’saddress?”
“Jungkook, is that Korean?”
“His, er, address. Your friend. You know, um…”
“They guy who taught your girlfriend how to suck dick and you how to eat pussy?”
“Erm, ex-girlfriend.”
Slow blinking. “Oh. Sorry.” An awkward pause. “I have it on my phone. I’ll text to you, hm?”
“A… Ah, yeah, okay sure. Thanks, hyung.”
“It’s nothing. Uh… Friday is probably best if you want to swing by. I don’t think he’s doing anyone on Friday.”
“O-Oh…”
“Well, I guess his schedule could change whenever, but I’m pretty sure…” His hyung scratched the back of his head, turning his arm to look at the large, matte black-faced metal watch on his left wrist, keeping his eyes fixated on it. “He gets off work around this time. Remember. Friday.”
And now Jungkook was here, stepping into the apartment. He looked around and was not confronted with a sex dungeon. Not that he thought it would be or anything.
Okay, maybe.
Kind of.
Jungkook certainly did not expect the two-and-a-half-meter tall café-au-lait-colored stuffed bear sitting in the living room.
The front door closed behind him and Jungkook was suddenly acutely aware of the scent radiating from the man, sweet and spicy with a hint of herbal. Almost like… green tea and toasted marshmallow, but with slight sharpness. It contrasted the fresher, cooler scent Jungkook himself usually wore. He turned his head, but the presence backed off, running a hand through his thick black hair, separating the strands. There was undertone to the black, a deep mahogany that caught the light when he turned his head.
“That’s a big bear,” Jungkook blurted, realizing he had been staring too long at the man’s back.
“Mhm, for when your loneliness is just as big.”
A beat of silence.
Then other man turned around, knocking a stray lock from his forehead. “I’m going to go put pants on.”
Wait.
No.
“Um–”
Three things happened at once. Jungkook tried to step forward. A hand shot up and five fingertips planted firmly on his chest, pressing into the thin fabric of his white-turtleneck. Left hand, gleaming silver rings. And.
Jungkook made a very strange noise between a squeak and a moan.
Dark, dark eyes flickered to him, accompanied by a cocked eyebrow.
Silence.
Several seconds this time. Jungkook tried not to turn fifty shades of red.
His ears were failing him.
There was a sharp clicking sound of a tongue in cheek and maintained eye contact. “Shoes off.”
“O… Oh. Yeah. Sure.”
The hand lifted and he could breathe again, hurriedly kicking off his white boots and neatly stacking them beside each other before looking back up to a very amused smirk. Oh, shit. No. Quick. Saysomething.
“You have a lot of stuff.”
Those dark eyes glanced over to the living room, to the bookshelves that held anything and everything except actual books. Jungkook finally found a second to straighten the gray dress shirt that he was wearing over his white turtleneck and smooth the weird cease in the crotch of his gray slacks before standing up to view the living room in its entirety. There was a black couch that the giant bear occupied half of and a black coffee table with a glass top. On top of the coffee table was a stack of coasters, ceramic with cute cats on them. Huge flat-screen television. The gray rug was big and fluffy, with a large white cushy-looking beanbag instead of an armchair. The walls were surprisingly white, but the curtains were dark gray, clearly blackout.
But the wall of bookshelves.
He had never seen so many Pikachu in so many different outfits. Nor had he ever seen so many games stacked so neatly, placed next to the controllers of the respective consoles, most of them special edition. Did one person need to own three Nintendo DSs – wait, no, four, what – and two Nintendo Switches, one with neon red JoyCons and one Animal Crossing special edition mint and sky blue? There was even a special edition Pikachu and Pichu gold-silver GameBoy Color in a display case.
Was this guy a Nintendo ambassador or Pikachu’s number one fan?
“I like having a lot of stuff.”
Jungkook stepped forward, noticing there were small details. The coffee table was black, but if he looked closely, underneath the glass it was hand-carved with stars and planets. It was meticulous and one stolen glance at the man beside him and Jungkook knew he must have craved them himself, that proud smirk being far too obvious. He looked back to the bookshelves and noticed the lined-up CDs, not quite recognizing the bands, but all the covers were dark and gave off a rock-and-roll vibe. There were also little figures from other franchises. He cognized a few – Persona, League of Legends, Legend of Zelda, and a snarky-looking pink bunny that seemed to be holding a cookie that had a face on it.
Weird.
The walls had posters all over them. It was obvious they must have been fan art, but they were all beautiful, from various games and a few Japanese animations, mixed with a few funny ones such as a cartoonish Grim Reaper standing on a beach with a bright yellow inner tube, scythe stuck into the ground beside him and wearing a sunhat over the black hood.
“I kind of… expected you to have a different vibe?” Jungkook murmured, looking around, seeing there actually werea few books that had been hidden behind the massive stuffed bear’s body.
“Heh, if there’s one thing I’m not, Jungkook, it’s predictable.”
He looked up and that smirk was waiting for him. The man shrugged casually, ticking his head further into the apartment, his gaze flickering away.
“People don’t usually come to my place to look at my shit. They all want to be in the bedroom.”
Jungkook noticed the black hair was drying now, turning into a gentle swoop around his head, framing his face. Not quite as angular as himself. There was slight roundness to the cheeks and Jungkook caught the faintest hint of dimples if that smirk was wide enough.
“Anyway, I like cute things, so I buy them.”
Jungkook noticed there was a plush sitting on the beanbag chair. An alpaca with a red scarf. He didn’t notice it at first because it was white like the fur of the beanbag.
“What, you think I’d have whips and chains hanging out in my living room?” the other man laughed, ticking an eyebrow at Jungkook when he turned his head to sneak a glance at his face. Shit. Jungkook looked away again, neck heating. “Of course not. I sit here in my underwear and pass out watching Running Man like everyone else. Speaking of underwear, I’m going to actually get pants now.”
And with that, he began to stride past Jungkook, prompting him to snap out of his daze and stumble behind, following that back with the little devil faces until he yelped, colliding into it when it abruptly stopped. The black hair whipped around.
“Why are you following me?”
“Uh… um… I want to talk to you?” was the best he could offer.
Those dark eyes gave him an inquiring look. It really was strange how dark they were. His voice was low with an edge of warning. “You can’t wait until I go put some pants on?”
“Er…”
He liked this.
Jungkook realized he liked being observed so closely like this.
“N… No?”
Those long fingers came up and scratched his chin. “Honestly, I don’t really care, but you seem very distracted when I don’t have pants on.”
Jungkook opened his mouth but all that came out was a bizarre croak, suddenly realizing his crotch was right against a surprisingly soft and firm ass.
The man named Dionysus on Twitter tucked his tongue in his cheek and turned around again, walking down the hall. Jungkook followed, flustered, nearly tripping on his own feet and catching himself the same time a hand gripped his wrist and dragged him along, pulling him away from the walls. It was only then that Jungkook noticed there were records displayed on them, four clear hooks minimally holding each one so the covers could be fully appreciated.
“Woah…”
The goat from Slipknot’s Iowa looked down at him.
“What’s with you, man? I never took you for a clumsy one.”
Jungkook was suddenly acutely aware that that the hand holding his right wrist was ringless, skin to tattooed skin, knuckles prominent, the back his hand smooth and bare compared to his own tattooed one. Jungkook had a very strange thought all of a sudden.
Does he jack off his right hand like I do?
Their hands were almost touching.
So, that would mean…
He turned his fingers inward and the hand left abruptly, letting go of him. Jungkook had to suppress whatever embarrassing noise was threatening to come out of him and look up, seeing a full-sized bed with slate gray sheets and a rumpled black fleece blanket with white stars and moons printed all over it. Black furniture. Hints of cute things, like a meter-long sleeping Pikachu plush on the dresser and a black plush of a goat-headed devil with black wings. Another television hooked up to a white desktop tower with white peripherals. Jungkook noticed the colognes were lined up on a gunmetal tray, most of them with minimal packaging of clear glass bottles and silver tops.
There was a pair of pajama pants with little red devil faces on them on the edge of the bed. They were snatched by a ringed hand and yanked up rather carelessly, giving Jungkook a good two seconds of staring at a man’s ass and being strangely happy about it. The jersey fabric clung to his legs, outlining the thick thighs. He straightened his shirt over the waistband slung low. Jungkook jerked his head to have a brief glimpse of that v-line.
He was aware he was being very weird considering he had already seen this guy full-on naked but he still wanted to look anyway.
The other male seemed not to notice, running a hand through his hair again and reaching for the ring box at the top of the dresser next to the cologne bottles. It was black velvet. With a start, Jungkook realized it was shaped like a coffin.
“Can I see your rings?”
Those dark eyes shot to him, freezing him in place at the entrance of the bedroom.
Jungkook swallowed so hard he nearly choked.
“Er… please?”
“… Mmm.”
He was handed the coffin-shaped ring box.
Jungkook counted. Eight. He wore eight rings on his right hand? “There’s so many…” They were all silver, with one that had a blue stone surrounded by ram heads. A crow skull sing. One had a skull with a jester’s hat. “Do you have to wear them every day?”
That low snicker beside him neared and so did that spicy-sweet scent. Oh, fuck. His heartbeat accelerated at the closeness.
“I don’t haveto do anything. I wear the rings because I want to. Also, less expensive than hand tattoos that I won’t take care of and will end up fading over time. I like the aspect of being able to change the rings out whenever I want.” He pointed to the ring box. “I only have them in there so the sterling silver doesn’t scratch.” A light shrug. “Your tattoos are nice though. If I wasn’t so indecisive, I would have a lot more tattoos.”
“I like you back one,” Jungkook replied automatically, then realized maybe he shouldn’t have said anything, unsure if he was meant to see it or not. The other male didn’t seem to be bothered by the observation.
“Good, because it’s a part of me forever now.”
Dark orbs trapped him instantly and Jungkook froze, unable to breathe.
“And if you want to see me naked, you might be looking at it, so might as well appreciate it.”
He wasn’t that much taller. They were practically eye to eye. Those mauve lips looked so soft.
The man who named himself Dionysus reached up and placed his hand on the ring box.
Jungkook refused to let go.
A dark eyebrow raised.
“Why did you come here… Jungkook?”
He watched those dark, dark eyes to watch him.
“I…”
Jungkook did not understand this feeling inside him, the feeling where the world was suddenly so, so hot. The plush, mauve lips formed the word slowly and deliberately.
“You.”
Not a question. Low, deep, and full of danger.
A long pause.
Then a heavy, measured sigh.
“Give me my rings, Jungkook.”
He bit his lip. “But…”
Those eyes looked away and narrowed slightly.
“You’re here because you want me to fuck you, but you don’t even have the balls to say it, so give me my rings or quit fucking around,” he growled. “And what do you think I am, easy? I did what you asked as a favor for my good friend who probably gave you my damn address because you have the human equivalent of lost puppy eyes, but don’t stand there and think that shit is going to work on me.” He held his hand out, gesturing in the air sharply.
“Give me my rings. Now.”
Jungkook did not hand them over.
“But you… you kissed me back…”
He winced, sheepishness clouding his features. “Okay, yeah, I did, because you kissed me and you’re hot as hell, but I need to have some restraint, little as it is, and besides,” he added, reaching over and snapping the ring box shut, frowning as Jungkook clung onto it like the one lifesaver left on the sinking ship and they were the only two survivors. “Stop it. You do this and I’m going to hurt your feelings because I’m a jerk and don’t have any, so don’t do this to yourself.”
Jungkook remembered the casual comment when he asked about the big bear in the living room.
Mhm, for when your loneliness is just as big.
“I really want you to fuck me,” Jungkook finally got out.
He didn’t miss a beat. “You and everyone else. Fuck, let go, dude, give me my damn rings.”
“But I’m not everyone else, I–”
The hand with long fingers gave up, throwing both in the air. “You’re what, Jungkook? What? What are you, because if you don’t tell me in two seconds, I’m going to knock you out, I don’t care how cute you are, I fucking swear–”
Jungkook placed the coffin ring box on the dresser and grabbed those slim upper arms, startled to find they were actually quite defined, the muscle underneath his fingertips immediately hard and tense, dark brows furrowing, so close to losing patience, and Jungkook did the only thing he could think to do.
He used all his strength and jerked the other male towards the bed.
He yelped as instantly a pajama covered leg hooked around his and spun them around, shoving him backward and throwing him onto the bed, Jungkook flailing his arms, grabbing the closest thing to him which happened to be the pajama shirt covered with little red devil faces, clutching it desperately. There was guttural growl and the other man locked his shoulders, preventing Jungkook from dragging him down, fabric straining between his tattooed fingers.
He felt his entire body shiver at the glare now pointed at him, seeing the wave of black hair falling and shadowing the left side of that face.
“What are trying to pull here?” the man snarled above him.
Jungkook gasped as a strong hand gripped his right wrist tightly, and yet he refused to let go.
“I swear, if the next words coming out of you are I love you or some dumbassery, I’ll–”
“H… Hyung.”
A muscle above the right eye twitched.
“What?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like the way I want you.”
The harshness in his expression softened. “Hah…?”
Jungkook put himself on his left elbow, relaxing the tension of the soft jersey fabric, his skin on fire, gazing into dark, dark eyes wary of him, wary of what he was about to say, but listening anyway, listening despite the fact Jungkook kept crossing the line. He knew he was; he knew he was being reckless, stupid, foolish, still didn’t even really know if he was into men or not, conditioned all his life to think there was only one option, and now he knew that wasn’t true because there was another man right in front of him and he…
He knew that he could not let this go.
Could not let him go, this man who called himself Dionysus on Twitter.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” Jungkook breathed softly. “I’m not good around people unless I’ve spent a long time with them and been around them a lot. I’m usually fidgety and nervous.”
“You’re fidgety and nervous right now,” the sharp voice cut in, but Jungkook shook his head quickly.
“It’s not the same,” he insisted, squeezing the fabric between his fingers, dragging the neckline lower. The three silver necklaces were missing. He was staring at prominent collarbones and a toned, bare chest. He swallowed quickly, spilling out the words. “I’m not comfortable around strangers. But I want to be around you. I want to be closer to you. But… I don’t know how to do it, so I get nervous…”
“Well, you did see my dick already, so you have a head start.”
Jungkook choked on air and the other man laughed, letting go of his hand.
“Ah, I get it. I figured that was the case. Still,” he said, mirthful tone dropping a little, patting Jungkook’s forearm gently. “Yoongi told me you were straight. Said you’ve only ever dated girls.”
“Erm… well, yeah… If you were a girl, I’d be screwed for sure…”
Those dark, dark eyes narrowed and Jungkook tried to hide his face but his black hair was short now, only brushing over his brows. Shit, why did he get a haircut? He should have left his hair long for moments like this.
“Anyway, I’m not going to be your experiment and you’re one of my friend’s friends, so if I hurt your feelings, Yoongi isn’t going to want to talk to me and I quite like the guy, so, maybe for my sake, stop trying to get into my pants.”
“You’re not an experiment.”
The other man gave him a pained, disbelieving look.
“You’renot,” Jungkook said firmly, tugging at the shirt. His hyung didn’t relent. “It’s you. Doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a woman or any other gender, I want you.”
The expression changed to slight exasperation, thinning his mouth and eyes into lines. “You’re very stubborn,” he sighed.
“Hyung, I swear on my left nut I really, really want you, even if you hurt my feelings and even if you think this is just for fun, I will make sureYoongi-hyung keeps talking to you.”
The other male blinked at him.
“Why not the right nut?”
Jungkook blinked quickly, glancing down at his crotch as if his left nut had protested at being put at risk. “Um… I don’t know, the left one always moves to the back for some reason…”
“Yoongi isn’t going to listen to you.”
His head snapped back up. “Yeah, he will. Hyung can’t scold me. I’m the youngest in our friend group.”
The older man let out another big sigh, rubbing his temples. He seemed to recall that who it was that referred Jungkook to him and convinced him to meet in-person at all.
“There are a lot of people out there. I’m just a guy who has a Twitter and now it’s turned into a sex advice and thirst Twitter when it was supposedto be my personal account for shitposting, memes, and cat photos.”
“You’re really handsome,” Jungkook blurted.
He rolled his eyes. “So what? You’re really handsome. You should know. They all line up and think you actually want to knock them down. Okay, I know I’m a degenerate, but I’m a human being too, and sometimes I–”
He suddenly stopped speaking and leaned down, placing a hand on the bed, making Jungkook squeak and his eyes widen, startled at the sudden closeness.
“You trying to rip my shirt off?” he grunted, trying to pry his fingers out of the fabric.
“W… What were you going to say…?” Jungkook sputtered, but those dark eyes looked away, now using both hands to pluck his fingers from the pajama shirt.
“It doesn’t matter, whatever,” the other man grumbled under his breath. “You wanna fuck, right? Fine. Let’s just do it. I don’t feel like trying to get you to see sense anymore, I’ve already warned you a bunch of times–”
“Hyung, please tell me what you were going to say.”
The hands on his fingers paused. One covered in rings, one bare. He sighed and those dark, dark eyes lifted, making eye contact with him. He didn’t shiver. He didn’t feel his heart race.
What Jungkook saw was sadness.
“I’ve got a long way to go and too much internal shit to work through to expect anyone to stay.”
He let out a tense breath. His hands were warm, encircling Jungkook’s, surrounding them with long fingers.
“Not saying you’re going to, because you won’t, you’re just a horny idiot who can’t think straight, and I…”
He trailed off.
Silence.
“You…?” Jungkook echoed softly.
The man named Dionysus on Twitter and his hyung, sighed heavily.
“I’m pretty sure I’m not going to want to stop fucking you if I start and that’s a disaster zone for both of us if I get into it, so please…”
Oh, how I want you, Jungkook.
He stared into those dark, dark eyes that didn’t quite reflect the words he was saying.
“Spare me.”
Heavy breath, fingertips stroking the back of his hand.
“Please spare me, Jungkook.”
He should. He should let go. He should let go of the man who named himself Dionysus, the man who was obviously walking danger and bad for all hearts and clearly saw other people Jungkook himself didn’t even know and would probably never know.
But he couldn’t.
“I promise you,” Jungkook whispered to those dark eyes. “Wherever you go, I will chase after you.”
An eyebrow raised. “Sounds kind of stalkerish, not gonna lie.”
“Um, wait, that’s not what I meant, er–”
The other male laughed, pressing his forehead to his, long black strands brushing his cheeks, hot exhale on his trembling lips.
“It’s fine. I’ll get over it if you don’t want to see me again after this, Jungkook.”
His lips parted, the scent of sweet and spicy filling his nose, heart racing, gazing into dark orbs that couldn’t look away due to their closeness, so instead the darkness closed, lashes and lids hiding the emotions buried deep within, avoiding him altogether.
“I already know I want to see you all the time,” Jungkook whispered to those mauve lips.
“I told you I was a jerk with no feelings, you horny idiot, weren’t you listening?” that deep voice murmured, squeezing his hand.
“I was,” he replied, “But I don’t believe you.”
Those dark eyes opened and glared.
Jungkook kissed him.
“God, you’re an idiot,” those lips mumbled against his lips, and then they captured his, pushing him down onto the bed, hovering over his body, heat and lust and presence, holding his hand with the right and using the left to brace himself, breathing into his mouth and making him moan helplessly, spreading his legs so those strong thighs could slip between them, nothing but a kiss, nothing but a heated kiss from soft lips, but Jungkook wrenched his hand from the one that held him, grabbing those hips and shoving them down onto him, breath hitching as the solid body collided with his, friction and confusion, not knowing what he was doing but needing it, chasing those mauve lips as the head lifted from his, feeling pressure between his legs, hardness to hardness, causing him to gasp sharply.
“Stop it, Jungkook, fuck, stop…”
He did not want to stop, not now, not ever, whining in his throat, tugging down the waistband of the pajama pants that he never wanted on in the first place, please, please, hyung, please, and the breathless response, stop it, Jungkook, you irresistible lunatic, shiver down his spine every time he heard his name from those lips, grabbing the hem of the pajama shirt and yanking it up, tossing the little devil faces aside to reveal the disheveled long black hair and sighing scowl. Strong hands came up to cup his cheeks and kiss him again, one ringed, one not, hot whispers to his lips, I hate how much I want you, you’re so fucking sexy and you make all these perfectly cute sounds when you’re turned on, fuck, Jungkook, you drive me crazy, making him want to say back, I think about those days all the time, I have those memories of you on replay and I wish it was me, I wish I just asked you to touch me, fuck…
One look into those dark, dark eyes and Jungkook realized he actually had said the words out loud, gulping as he witnessed the mischievously pleased expression.
Yoongi’s words came back to haunt him.
Best suck out there by far.
The excessively hot whisper was an order against his swollen lips.
“Take off your clothes for me.”
His mind went back to that day in the park, seeing that tall frame leaning against the park bench, alone, hands in the pockets of black denim, curtain of black hiding those eyes. His stomach in knots, worried this stranger was going to think he was a freak for asking for something so crazy. The head had lifted, just as Jungkook lifted his body now, dark eyes finding his, and in the past and the present, he felt it then as he felt it now, still distressed but strangely calm, unmistakable energy that welcomed him, those eyes telling him then what those mauve lips were saying right now.
“This is a safe space, just you and me.”
He found himself yanking his shirt and turtleneck out of his pants, pulling them over his head, breathing hard and not from exertion. He hadn’t known how to put the feeling into words back then, but he did now, so he said them.
“My safe space will always be your eyes.”
Those handsome features contorted in mild discomfort, looking away quickly.
“Don’t say that kind of thing so suddenly…”
Jungkook reached up and turned that face back to him, wanting, needing to see that face, bringing those eyes to him, reluctant, capable of refusing him, but didn’t. Those dark eyes still weren’t quite looking at him though.
“Please look at me.”
Jungkook found himself whispering, anxiousness shimmering in his tone.
“You make me feel things whenever you look at me.”
Those dark, dark orbs locked with his.
“Feel what?”
His hand dropped, shiver running through him, reaching for his pants. The other male stood over him, tilting his head, slow smirk forming on his lips, and Jungkook found himself there, there, that feeling he had with no one else, breath caught in his throat, undoing the button of his gray pants, heart racing, watching a wet pink tongue darting over those mauve lips, feeling his cock throb at the sight.
“You want to take it off for me?”
Jungkook found himself nodding eagerly, lips parted, unable to speak.
“You want to show me your body?” the other man drawled, circling him slightly with his turning shoulders, crossing his arms, dark eyes roaming down his body and back up to his face, sending Jungkook’s heart spiraling, spinning and tumbling, erection straining against his underwear as he lowered the zipper, on the verge of moaning.
“Y… Yeah…”
Jungkook found himself staring at this man’s toned chest, defined arms, smirking face, silver earrings and rings, collarbones and cologne, and never, never in his entire life had he ever wished a man to fuck the daylights out of him but, fuck, if this man did not fuck the daylights out of him, he was going to go crazy.
“H… Hyung, please…”
Something shadowy and sensual flared in those eyes. The other man ticked his chin to Jungkook’s hands on the zipper.
“Show me,” that deep voice commanded.
His hands drifted up, tracing the waistband, pushing it down, but the other man nudged his knee, shaking his head.
“No, Jungkook. All of it.”
A whimper teased out of his lips, ears and cheeks heating.
That head lowered, curtain of black hair covering his left eye, purring his name, making him breathless, his lower belly getting hot, hotter, hottest.
“Come on now. Show me.”
Jungkook sank his teeth into his lower lip and hooked his thumbs under the top of his boxer briefs and pushed down, whining in his throat as he freed his cock, blood rushing to his cheeks, unable to hide, but somehow it felt so good, so goodto drag his pants and underwear down and kick them off, taking his socks with them, littering the floor with his clothes, now exposed, so turned on the head of his cock was beading with pre-cum, sticking straight up.
The man’s eyes trailed down, sending shudders through him at the close observation, his hands awkwardly by his thighs, unsure what to do with them, hips quivering.
“You want my mouth on it?”
Jungkook nodded quickly, sending his black hair flying all over his forehead.
“Say it.”
His skin was tingling, on fire, embarrassed, highly aroused, cock twitching at the order.
“Want to hear you say it in that lovely voice of yours, Jungkook.”
He was lost, lost in those dark, dark eyes and seductive mauve lips.
“P… Please… please suck my cock, hyung…” he whispered shakily.
That smirk came back, exposing the tiniest peek of a dimple.
“Good boy.”
The simple praise shot through him like lightning, soft moan leaking from his lips, raising himself to his elbows as the other man lowered himself to his knees, elegant, swift, long fingers sliding up his thighs and making him gasp, dragged forward a little, legs opening wider, eyelids fluttering as those lips kissed up his thigh, nicking his skin, pricks of pain that bled into pleasure, up and up, closer and closer, hot exhale on his balls and a flickering tongue, slipping Jungkook into a haze of ecstasy, honorific slipping from his lips.
“H-Hyung…”
He noticed the pink tinge on the older man’s ears.
“D-Don’t tease, please, hyung…”
The other man paused.
“Jungkook.”
“Y… Yes?”
“What is this?”
Now Jungkook shuddered at the sharpness of the tone, swallowing hard.
“W… What is what…?”
Those dark orbs flickered up to his, narrowing.
Jungkook held his breath.
“You know what.”
And the other man shot between his legs, diving down, sending Jungkook into a hysterical wanton cry as hot breath washed over his skin, tongue pushing the base of the flared anal plug shoved into his ass, licking his scrotum, wet and hot and wild. His mind reeled, whining desperately for more, but the head of black hair lifted once more, glaring at him, Jungkook squeaking as harsh fingertips pressed to the base of the plug and pushed it in, pulled it out a little and pushed it in. Dark, dark eyes narrowing dangerously, daring him to lie.
“Why do you have a butt plug in your ass, Jungkook?” the other male growled.
Oh,fuck, it was so good, his harsh tone and the teasing of his ass, his hips bucking into it, whimpers in his throat, struggling to find words as a hand closed around on his cock, his eyes rolling back, his hard length finally touched and twitching in the other man’s palm.
“Answer me or I stop right now.”
“B-Because I want to get fucked!” Jungkook blurted out, desperate for it to keep going, clutching the sheets and looking down, words tumbling out, forgetting his embarrassment and fear. “Because… Because, hyung, please, I want you to fuck me, please, please, please, I… I took a shower and cleaned and… and put water up there and e-everything…”
A single eyebrow raised.
“You douched?”
Jungkook sputtered. “W… What?”
The grip of his cock didn’t lessen, slowly stroking, the anal plug sliding in and out of his ass steadily. The other male’s voice was calm, gaze attentive and observant, persuading him to communicate.
“You cleaned because you want my dick in your ass that bad?”
Jungkook felt his face burn. “U-Um… y-yes… I thought… I thought you would w-want me to be clean…?”
“Of course, I do. I will only fuck you if you’re clean.”
The grip of his cock tightened a little and Jungkook whimpered.
“You try to put your fingers up there?”
“Um… y… y-yes…” His eyes shifted. “I… It’s t-tight…”
“Yeah? You a virgin there?”
“Um… Uh… y-yeah…”
“You wanna give it to me?”
His gaze went back to those dark, dark eyes. “P… Please, hyung.”
Was it just his imagination or did those eyes seem to get even darker?
“Ugh, you’ll be the death of me, Jungkook.”
His eyes widened as he heard his name in that tone, desire, slight frustration, bordering on needy.
That pink tongue slid out and wrapped around the head of his cock and Jungkook was gone, gone, those plush lips enclosing his stiff length, swallowing his thickness, fuck, he was in heaven, unbreakable heaven, drenched in saliva and warmth and wetness, the expert tongue swirling all over, bobbing up and down the head, pulsing the plug into his ass, and it felt so good, so good, oh, God, it feels so fucking good, a low hum and he was squirming, hips rising, that mouth holding him, taking him deep, all the way to the back of his throat, tongue snaking out and dripping onto his balls, slurping at them, driving Jungkook insane, grinding into it. Faster, oooh, trapping his cock in the pleasurable constriction of wet muscles, tighter, yes, like that, so good like that, sparks up his spine and electrifying his senses, harder, the best, fuck, hyung, you’re the best, clenching the sheets and lost in that punishing mouth, the amused chuckle vibrating his entire length, and he was letting go, moaning obscenely, filling up the whole room with his sound, tongue and saliva and lips taking him, his ass throbbing around the plug deep inside, making him want more, more, want something bigger shoved into him, thinking about the other man using him for his own pleasure, needing it, begging and hoping with his whimpers, parted lips, rolled-back eyes, fucked-out bliss.
The wet warmth pulled off.
“N-No!”
He gasped, hands flying up, clawing the air, following the man as he backed up, falling to his knees on the bedroom floor and half-sobbing, chasing that mouth, those thighs, that body, saliva dripping down his legs, clutching those slinky black boxer briefs, yanking them down.
“Hyung, no, please, please, I’ll do anything, please–”
Jungkook had no idea what he was saying, too desperate for more to think things through, impatient, mouth open, half-hard length in his face, and his tongue shot out, trying to lick it, grazing that taut skin and moaning, fuck, so velvety soft and heavenly, and then fingers wrapped in his short hair, yanking him and a whine from his throat, frozen in place, clutching those toned thighs.
“Stop.”
“Hyung, p-please…”
Looking up, begging, vision blurry and glassy, on his knees for the man with long black hair and mauve lips, his rings pressed against his scalp, ringless right hand loosely at his side.
“Fuck, Jungkook, please stop using the honorific like that,” the other man grunted, tightening his jaw and the grip on his hair. “Use my name or something else, anythingelse…”
So he did it more.
“Hyung…”
A wince and a glare. “You little shit.”
The shiver down his spine was addicting, an erotic thrill at that low dangerous tone. He looked up, lost in his safe space.
“Punish me.”
A slight pause, those shoulders above him tensing.
“Please punish me, hyung.”
Those dark, dark eyes narrowed.
“So needy, aren’t you?”
Panting, nodding, tugging at his own hair, moaning.
Long fingers wrapped around that cock in front of his face, fuck, Jungkook had never thought he would want it so bad, but he did, he wanted this cock in his hands and his holes, staring at the shape, the thickness, the girth, not even fully hard yet, stroked by that right hand – Jungkook had been correct, he didjack off with his right hand – head tilted disapprovingly, black strands curling around that cheekbone and angular jaw.
“Open.”
Jungkook’s jaw dropped on command and he nearly choked at the suddenness of that stiff length being pushed into his lips, rubbing onto his tongue and hitting the back of his throat. If the other man had been fully hard, he surely would have gagged, but he wasn’t. Still, Jungkook had zero experience giving a blowjob, messy and sloppy as those hips thrust into his mouth, gargling slightly, shuddering as the hardness was pulled out, immediately coughing.
“Best you can do?” that deep voice taunted.
“N-No, I–”
The wet cock smacked him in the cheek.
Jungkook gasped, head jerking to the side, stunned, his own saliva dripping down his jaw, raising his head in confusion, only to be slapped in the face with that hard, wet cock again, knocking the air out of him, not because it was a violent or rough hit, on the contrary, it didn’t hurt at all, but he was just so shocked that his own cock sprang to life at him being slapped with a dick, suddenly swelling at the rough contact, shameful moan leaking from his throat, breathing shallow, thin and helpless and insanely turned on.
“M… More, please…” he squeaked, ears burning.
The other man ticked his head.
“You gonna give me a nice, tight mouth to fuck, Jungkook?”
The blood was leaving his head and going right to his dick, that rough voice injecting him with the high of arousal.
“Y… Yes…”
The man named Dionysus gripped his cock and smacked him in the cheek with it again, smearing pre-cum on his skin.
“What was that?” he snarled.
Again, and again, and again, the thick, hard length slapping his cheek, saliva and pre-cum caking on his face, his torso trembling, gasping with every hit, hot velvet skin on his blazing cheeks, so wrong, but so fucking good, dirty and filthy and controlling him, words tumbling out.
“Yes, hyung, Jungkookie will, a-ah… will give you a nice, tight mouth to f-fuck…”
The grip on his hair tightened.
A tight inhale.
Jungkook looked up.
The other man was grinning down at him like the devil.
“Open.”
Jungkook opened his mouth, tongue hanging out.
The hard length plunged into his waiting hole and this time he didn’t choke, wrapping his tongue around it, lips closing, copying what was done to him earlier, tightening around it, shivering as those hips rolled into his face, fuck, was thiswhat it was like? He had only ever received blowjobs, never given them, but there was something powerful about it, his nose buried into that hot skin, the cologne filling his nose, sweet and herbal, toasted marshmallow and green tea, the stiffness sliding in and out, hand in his hair guiding him, fucking his face, not so bad. It wasn’t very deep, not the whole thing, and it was invigorating, unreal, glancing up and seeing lust and triumph in dark orbs, smirk on those mauve lips, satisfied sigh drifting down.
“Pretty good for your first time.”
His cheeks heated. Was it that obvious? Well, it had to be his first time. He had only ever dated or touched women and none of them had a dick or made him suck dick, mostly because he could barely get past vanilla sex.
“Let go.”
Jungkook whined in his throat, clutching those legs, wanting to shake his head but not wanting to let go, pleading with his eyes.
“Let go so I can fuck your tight little ass, Jungkookie.”
He opened his mouth immediately.
The hand on his head relaxed, cock sliding out of his lips, hitting him in the chin. Fingers smoothed his hair, patting his head gently, gliding down, tracing his jaw, lifting it. Dark eyes to his glazed eyes, thumb rubbing against his cheek.
“You’re so irresistible like this.”
His cock was leaking onto his thigh.
“P… Please fuck me, hyung,” Jungkook whimpered out.
Those dark orbs seemed even darker with the pupils blown out and black lashes shading them.
“Get on the bed.”
Jungkook would have accepted being fucked on the floor and he half-hoped it would have been that, but he obeyed anyway, scrambling onto the bed, hearing the other man move around the room, slipping a little and getting a noseful of the slate-gray sheets, holy shit, musky and sweet and herbal, so sexy he rubbed himself against them, gasping as the sensitive, dripping head of his cock touched the bed, turning into a yelp as a strong hand grabbed his knee and spun him around.
“What are you doing?” the other male snapped sharply.
“N-Nothing…” Jungkook frowned, blinking hard at the items in that ring-covered left hand. “What is the towel for?”
“Your butt plug, obviously. I have to put it somewhere while I’m railing you.”
His cheeks burned hot.
“O… Oh.”
That was the most intelligent response he had to that nonchalant reply.
Jungkook squeaked as his legs were collected and pushed up, suddenly on his back, cheeks flushing as his plugged ass was exposed, not expecting the position, but the other man seemed undeterred, positioning his legs as if he had done this millions of times before. Powerful hands sliding down, gripping his ass cheeks, spreading them like he was an open buffet.
The man named Dionysus on Twitter shifted his eyes to him.
“Unless you don’t want to look at my face?”
Jungkook shook his head quickly, then he switched to nodding, and then jerked awkwardly, all of a sudden confused at what was the correct answer, the need to clarify rising within him, unafraid to say it now.
“This. I want this,” he blurted.
“Mmm. Hold your ass for me.”
“P… Pardon?”
His hyung dropped his hands and straightened his knees, flipping out the small towel and catching the condom inside it. He ticked his chin to Jungkook’s ass.
“Put your hands on your ass and spread it.”
Oh.
Fuck.
He gulped, hands slipping down, cock twitching at the command, fingers sinking into his own flesh, legs bent in the air, chewing on his lip as the other man ripped open the condom, rolling it down his thick, stiff length.
“You don’t,” Jungkook mumbled, shifting his eyes. “You don’t need that. I cleaned and, um, I’m not going to get pregnant… right…?”
A dark eyebrow arched.
“I… jeez, bro, I always use a condom for STIs, it’s not like you bothered to get tested before–”
“I did.”
Silence.
Jungkook felt his cheeks burn, staring into dark, dark orbs. “I did get tested, hyung. I have the results on my phone. I can show you if you want.”
The other man’s cheek twitched. “Dude… how bad did you want to get fucked?”
“Very bad,” he responded automatically.
The other man’s ears tinged pink. “Well, you shouldn’t trust me even if I do test regularly because of my, er, habits–”
“I trust you, hyung.”
A wince and a glare. “Shit, Jungkook, if I wasn’t responsible, you would be so screwed right now.”
He clenched around the anal plug, smirking slyly.
“Please screw me.”
The other male twitched, narrowing his eyes.
“Ugh, you are sobad for me, Jungkook.”
Before Jungkook could respond, he was doubling over in a gasp, long fingers closing in on the plug and pulling it out, sudden loss and emptiness, barely registering it being rolled into the towel before his thigh was gripped by a strong hand, the other guiding that perfect cock, his voice already whining for it, please, please, please, need your cock, please, hyung, the head pressing to his soft, tight ring of muscle, you want this dick to mess you up, don’t you, outlining the outside, teasing him, his words coming out with a half-moan and half-sob.
“Yes,pleeease, I want it – oh, fuck!”
All of a sudden, fullness, his eyes rolling back, a little pain, but nothing unbearable since he had prepared himself for so long already, but this was much bigger, thicker, harder, oh, God, was this what it felt like? Was it really like this, stretched out and used, another man’s body towering over him, clutching his thighs and pushing him into the mattress, witnessing the pleasure blossoming over the face he had desired for so long, masturbating late at night to the mental image of his ex-girlfriend sucking that dick and wishing it was him, drenched with pride that it was him now, his hand winding down, eyelids fluttering as those hips began to move, deep and steady and so, so good, wrapping his tattooed hand around his leaking length, shuddering and groaning at the feeling of something foreign being forced into his ass, so why did it feel so good, why was it so hot and so sexy and so addicting, why did he want more, more, pumping his length and getting it hard, his cries saturated with ecstasy.
“H-Harder, please…”
“Let me jack you off.”
Jungkook let go, moaning, wanton and lustful as that firm grip encased his quivering cock, forceful hips smacking into his ass, holding his own left leg now so he could get fucked and his dick manhandled, gravity making the slaps harder, those long fingers moving up and down, right hand so it was ringless and Jungkook had the brief mental image of cumming on those silver rings and he was losing it, ass filled and pounded, mattress bouncing, his hips moving of their own accord and rising, drunk on the pleasure, use me, hyung, use my ass to get off, fuck, do I feel good hyung, please tell me I feel good, followed by a deep chuckle, roughly thrusting into him and tearing his sanity asunder, endless euphoria in the steady, vicious assault.
“Look at you, so handsome but so wrecked, fuck, I knew I would love your ass… It looked so delicious in those pants, so perky and round, just waiting for me to ruin.”
“Ah, fuck, please, yes, ruin me, ruin me, ruin me, hyung, your cock feels so good, I need it, need you, f-fuck…!”
The praise was messing with his brain, mixing with the pleasure ricocheting all over his skin and his core, pulsing around that stiff length, squeezing it, savoring the hardness that twitched inside him with every deep thrust, boundless elation at the feeling and the knowledge, his own cock throbbing with need, ferociously pumped by that perfect, expert touch, faster, harder. His hands clutched the sheets and his thigh, knuckles turning white, all the sensations amplified when done all at once, his mouth filled with the name of another man, crazy, absolutely insane, Jungkook couldn’t wrap his head around why it felt so, so good, so right, so heavenly, accelerating towards the peak as that rough voice purred to him, cum for me Jungkook, cum all over yourself, let me see how much you want me, his hoarse gasps back, I want you, I want you so fucking bad, more than anyone else in the world, I’ll show you, fuck, hyung, fuck, staring into dark, dark orbs, saying things he didn’t even know he was capable of saying, embarrassed but somehow calm, his safe space in those eyes, that gaze there to catch him so Jungkook was letting go, wailing, throwing his head back and thrusting his hips up, his cock trembling, flinching as his orgasm shot out, thick white strings dripping down the back of that hand and onto his stomach, moaning as he looked down and watched with fascination, long fingers squeezing him, knuckles painted in his cum, then a fierce smack and Jungkook whined as he felt the cock inside him jolt and shudder, satisfied moan in his face.
“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck, you’re so sexy…”
Seeing the man who named himself Dionysus lose control, usually cool and composed, crumbling, flinching groans and shivering hips, jerking cock inside him, long black hair over his left eye, mauve lips parted, panting, eyes closed, and Jungkook had never thought a man was beautiful, but now he did, staring at the older male, the one visible eye opening, half-lidded, shimmering with ecstasy and flickering downward.
He noticed Jungkook looking at him.
He smirked, cocky and arrogant.
Dimple imprinted in his cheek.
Jungkook raised himself and reached up, bringing those lips to his, closing his eyes, sinking deeply into the scent of green tea and toasted marshmallow, clutching the sheets on the bed and wanting to be here for many, many nights to come, in this bed of unbreakable heaven.
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“I don’t wanna leave.”
“You are not a dog. Get out of here and enjoy the home you are paying rentfor.”
“Woof.”
“Jungkook…”
“Bark.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Bark, bark, bark.”
“Get off me,” the other man grunted, but Jeon Jungkook did not, wrapping himself around the man who named himself Dionysus on Twitter, the large bear on the ground next to the sofa because Jungkook was occupying that space now, in both of them in their underwear watching Running Man.
The doorbell rang.
“Who’s that?” Jungkook quipped, turning his head to look at the door.
“Who do you think?” the older male sighed, getting up.
Jungkook followed like a puppy, frowning as he realized the other man was not getting any clothes, simply walking up to the door in only his black boxer briefs, glancing at the camera feed before yanking the door open.
“You gave me trouble.”
Min Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his short hair dyed a cool-toned pink, wearing a short-sleeved blue dress shirt and dark wash jeans.
“I gave you trouble? Since when is it my fault where you put your dick?”
“H-Hyung…?”
Yoongi’s cheek twitched.
“Ah…”
“Yeah. Ah.”
“Hm. I thought this might happen.”
“Did you now.” Not a question. A statement.
“I still fully intend on fucking you tonight, regardless of his presence.”
And Yoongi stepped into the apartment in his sleek blue oxfords, slamming the front door shut, grabbing the taller man’s head, tangling them in those long black strands, pulling them away from the other male’s face as he growled, dangerous and deep, but Yoongi paid it no mind, tilting his head and kissing that scowling mouth.
“H-Hyung?!”
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