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JK was a very shy person. He had been living with his group in their dorm where he had to share the room with the other members, all older and way more confident than him. They did not shy away from parading their naked selves while walking through the dorm and talked openly about “adult stuff” with no shame. JK would always keep quiet and act as if he was not curious at all. He had often gotten shamefully hard while watching others practice or work out, specifically that one member who was closest to him in age, but JK would always manage to sneak away unnoticed by the others.
V had often tried to pry JK out of his shy self, forcing him to shower together whereas JK would prefer to wait till everyone else had gone to sleep and shower alone in the one shared bathroom. V was also the only one who had the smallest room and did not have to share it with others. This weekend, he had gone back to his house in Daegu and would only be back after the weekend.
Jungkook had woken up at the crack of dawn as he usually does but this time, he was sporting a rock-hard boner, thanks to a very vivid wet dream he had about V. Now, he could go to the bathroom to take care of it but the lock was too fishy for him to trust it to keep the other members from barging in.
Suddenly, he remembered that the one small room was left empty and now he couldn’t wait to be engulfed in V’s soft blankets, surrounded by his fresh scent while he fucked his own hand, thinking of all the things V could do to him if he wasn’t as shy as he is now.
He tiptoed out of his own room and into V’s room, softly closing the door behind him. He firmly held the small bottle of lube and packet of tissues in his hand as his heart hammered in his chest. Gently placing all the stuff on V’s bedside table, he fell back onto the bed and inhaled deeply, almost moaning at the strawberry scent which automatically reminded him of V’s soft embrace. Bucking his hips, he pushed down his shorts and let his semi-hard cock spring out of its confines. Tugging it once, twice, he finally gave his dick one hard stroke, running the pad of his thumb slowly at the slit of his head to collect the one little drop of precum which had managed to escape him. Coating the wetness on his head, he started stroking himself rhythmically, picturing V’s long, slender fingers wrapped around him instead of his own.
His breath shuddered at the pleasure he was feeling. He understood now why his hyungs were always talking about sex.
Thinking of sex, he wondered how it must feel to have someone fuck his ass. It sounded painful. Then why did his hyungs do it so often? He was sure V hyung would help him not feel pain if he could do it with him. But he was too shy to even think about it.
He bucked into his own hands relentlessly but the thought of something as big as a dick being able to fit in his small asshole baffled him.
So he stopped, took the bottle of lube from the bedside table and coated it on his hands, rubbing them together to warm it as he had often heard his hyungs say one should always do. Kneeling on V’s bed, he used his right hand to stroke his dick which by the way, felt so much better with the lube.
Now the tricky part. He reached back with his left hand, running his fingers through the crack of his ass, trying to find that mysterious little hole. Continuing to stroke himself roughly, he moaned out in pleasure when his fingers found the little puckered hole and fell forward, face first onto the soft pillows as he tried to push one of his fingers in.
Sensations he had never felt encroached him as he started panting, his balls tightening, ready to bust at any moment. He tried to push his whole finger in but his own ass resisted, stopping himself when he was about a knuckle deep in.
He whimpered, his strokes getting hastier and rougher. He moaned deeply into the pillow, biting into the plush material to keep his voice from flowing out, on the very verge of what his hyungs called ‘the euphoric parachute ride’ or an orgasm.
He’d be done any second now. Panting heavily, his own curiosity took control when he tried to push another digit into his small asshole and he let out a whine when he was met with resistance.
“Need help?”
The sudden noise had him panicking as he suddenly pulled out his finger from his asshole, the sudden pressure against his prostrate sending shudders across his body as he came, spilling all over V’s sheets and pillows, long jets of white, sticky substance shooting out of him with no end. His eyes closed tightly, feeling every kind of pleasure course through him as he tried to hide himself in vain from the intruder at the door.
“Tch-tch…” he heard V’s voice as he walked towards the trembling maknae, trying to salvage his modesty as hard as he could.
Who was he kidding? V had saw him shooting his load onto the elder’s sheets and now Jungkook wished the earth swallowed him this very second.
“Hyung…I'm sorry. I-“ he tried to speak calmly but his voice came out in a hushed whisper, to embarrassed for it to sound as he wished he could.
“Sorry?” V smiled at him menacingly. “You're trying to apologize after you came on my sheets? Like a little bitch in rut?”
Jungkook’s eyes widened at the words. He had never heard V talk like this and he was shamelessly turned on by it.
“Hyung,”
“And that too my favorite ones. The ones I brought from home. You know my mom bought these sheets for me specially, don’t you Junggooka?” V asked him, his voice dangerously low.
JK clutched the said sheets around his waist, stuttering. “I’ll wash them for you. I'm sorry, hyung.”
V scoffed at the apology. “Do you think a sorry will be enough for what you did?”
“I’ll do anything, hyung.” Desperation coated the younger’s voice. “Just don’t be angry.. I wont repea-“
“Come here.” He was cut short by V’s command.
“Wha-”
“You said you’d do anything. Didn’t you?” V smirked at Jungkook who’s eyes were now bigger than he’d ever seen them. “Come here and kneel in front of me. Show me how sorry you are.” He pointed at the floor in front of him.
A cold shiver ran down his spine as Jungkook thought about what V meant. What V wanted him to do. Letting the sheets fall from his clutches, he got up from the bed and walked towards the elder, who was now leaning against a table, his legs spread wide apart, his arms crossed against his chest and his eyes trained on the younger like a predator looking at his dinner.
Jungkook crossed the distance between them slowly, all his shame now out the window as his cock started getting hard again, heart pounding at the prospect of what was going to happen. Once he was inches away from the elder, he looked deeply into his eyes before averting his eyes to the floor and kneeling down in submission, his hands on his bare thighs as he waited for further instructions.
“Look at me.” The command made his head shoot up, doe-eyes meeting the sharp, sultry eyes of the elder.
“Now be a good boy and suck me off.” Jungkook’s breath hitched and his mind stopped thinking. But he nodded anyway, too excited to comprehend that this was not one his dreams but instead, actual fucking reality.
His hands came to unbutton V’s cream-colored pants, his fingers accidently brushing against the outline of his hard dick as he pulled the zipper open. He let out an audible gasp as V’s long cock slapped against his cheek, sending waves of sudden pleasure to his very core.
“You’re hard!” Jungkook exclaimed softly, looking up to find V’s eyes trained on his face.
“You gave me pretty good show. I’d have to be a piece of rock if I wasn’t turned on by what I was welcomed with after such a long ride.”
Jungkook gulped at the thought of V silently watching him from behind as he tried to fuck his own fingers, looking away shyly.
“Now suck me off.”
Jungkook looked back at the elder and nodded. He did not know if he would get this chance again and wanted to prove that he was no longer a little child.
Hesitantly, he took V’s length in his hands and gave it a few short strokes. V’s dick felt much different than his own. It was long and slender, the vein running through the underside of his shaft igniting animalistic thoughts in the younger’s mind.
He opened his mouth and tried to take all of the elder’s cock in, gagging when the tip pushed against the back of his throat.
“Tch!” V exclaimed as his fingers caught hold of Jungkook’s hair and pulled him back, reprimanding him silently. “An impatient little child, are we?”
Jungkook shook his head, eyes tearing up after the unexpected gag, too ashamed of his inexperience.
“Kookie,” V called slowly at which he looked up. ‘It’s okay,” he reassured him. “Go slow.”
Jungkook nodded and let V guide his head onto his shaft, moaning when Jungkook took just the head in and ran his tongue over it, tasting it like a lollipop.
“Yes, just like that…” V whispered, throwing his head back and groaning at the pleasure. The sight empowered Jungkook. He did this to V.
Feeling a little more courageous, he took the rest of V’s length in, trying to relax his throat and moaned against the elder’s shaft, adding both his hands to stroke him up and down, wanting to do everything to make his hyung feel good.
V’s breaths became haggard, his fingers in the younger’s hair pulling more tightly, bucking into his mouth as he fucked the younger’s face. Taking a deep breath, he pulled Jungkook’s head away from his crotch, breathing heavily as he pulled him up, holding Jungkook up as he lost his balance at the sudden change of position.
“Wha-” Jungkook spoke in utter confusion. He was ready to suck his hyung dry, to finally taste the white substance and to lick him dry.
“I saw you needed help in getting fucked from behind.” He smirked as Jungkook gasped at his words. “Get on the bed. On all fours.”
They looked into each other’s eyes for three long seconds. Jungkook then nodded meekly and followed his hyung’s instructions. He walked back to the bed and got into position, feeling strangely enamored at the thought of him spread bare in front of V. He could hear his own heart hammering against his chest as he waited painfully for V to take the next step. Instead, V just stood there, drinking in the sight of the maknae in front of him, his asshole open and ready thanks to the prepping he had witnessed as soon as he had opened the door to his room.
He walked to table, rummaging through the drawer as he located one of the gold packets he had thrown in there. Like a cheetah slowly stalking its prey, Taehyung strode towards him, hands capturing the globe of the younger’s ass as soon as he reached him. Stroking his ass gently, V slowly spread his cheeks apart, running his fingers down the beautiful crack.
Jungkook’s breath shuddered at the sudden touch, the hair on the back of his neck rising, sending goosebumps all throughout his naked body.
V leaned forward against Jungkook’s back, until his tongue licked his ears. “You ready?” he whispered. Jungkook could only whimper, too impatient to feel V’s cock inside him.
But V was slow.
He took his own time, peppering kisses through the younger’s back, his mouth finally reaching Jungkook’s ass as he licked one long line through his crack, then came back down to poke his tongue inside the rimmed entrance, clutching around it, begging for more. Two of Taehyung’s fingers joined his tongue and Jungkook welcomed it all in, moaning in desperate need for more.
“Hyung…please.. just…” he whimpered, impatient. “Please just fuck me already.”
V chuckled at the younger’s pleas. He stood up and grabbed his own painfully hard cock, stroked it twice before lining it up with the youngers entrance, not pushing it in, but just running the tip along his hole.
“Hyung!!!” he whined loudly. “Stop teasing me just-“ he let out a scream as Taehyung pushed in, his lubed up cock gliding easily into the younger’s tight hole. The sudden pleasure made Jungkook loose all strength in his arms as he fell forward onto the mattress. V’s hand found Jungkook’s nape as he held him down, thrusting deeper into him, pushing his face deeper into the spoiled sheets.
Both of them panted heavily, feeling tornadoes of pleasure course through them as Taehyung kept up his pace, and Jungkook pushed back rhythmically, lost in the pleasure.
Soon, both of them were gasping for air as they realized that the end was near, neither wanting it to end.
“Hyung!” Jungkook cried as he came, for the second time, spilling all over Taehyung’s favorite sheets. The sight of the ropes of cum painting his sheets sent an animalistic instinct of possessiveness through him as he pulled Jungkook up towards him using the nape of his neck and captured his lips hungrily, shuddering as he came himself, thrusting deeply into the younger’s spent hole.
Both of them panted heavily, falling onto the bed, entangled in each other’s embrace.
After an eternity of getting lost in each other’s eyes, Jungkook spoke up.
“I think you’ll have to help me with the laundry, hyung.”
Taehyung barked out a laugh as he pulled the younger in for a deep kiss, never wanting to let go.