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yoongi knows jungkook loves the feeling of skin on skin. everyone knows he’s a cuddle bunny, like one of those new fangled squishmallows jimin and tae always collect nowadays. his cute boyfriend even spends the time looking up razor reviews on the internet to find out which one will give his legs the smoothest shave.
(“you don’t like hair? like, at all?” / “hyung, don’t be ridiculous. hair is fine. i just...” / “you just what?” / “i dunno, i just... wanna feel pretty...” / “...” / “...did you just get hard?” / “maybe.”)
so, yes. jungkook shaves. at one point, he was even getting himself waxed. apparently, it lasts longer.
(“hey, bunny, did you get your legs waxed recently?” / “y-you’re really asking this when you’re supposed to be sucking my dick? really, hyungah?” / “okay, okay. just... it’s sexy, hehe.” / “you’re impossible. make me come. now.” / “as you wish, bunny.”)
recently, they’ve been trying something new in the bedroom. because jungkook has never topped before, but when his shy bun asked him if they could try, yoongi wanted to make the experience as wonderful as it could get. however, no matter what yoongi does, he can’t seem to make jungkook less nervous about it.
he wants his bunny to feel confident, to convince him that he’s making hyung feel good.
what better way than to give him the comfort he craves so dearly?
“min yoongi. i’m here for the brazilian wax appointment.”
“right this way, yoongi-ssi.”
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when yoongi returns to his and jungkook’s apartment, he’s sore and aching and in need of some good ol’ aloe vera. luckily for them, namjoon gifted them an aloe vera plant for his and jungkook’s fourth anniversary. somehow, between their combined effort, alfred has stayed alive.
now, yoongi breaks off one of alfred’s leaves, makes an incision and oozes some gel onto his finger. the moment the cool gel hits skin, yoongi sighs with relief. he makes good use of alfred’s sacrifice and lounges around the apartment in very loose pajama pants. by the time jungkook gets back home, yoongi has scrounged some ingredients together from their broken but loved fridge and created one of jungkook’s all-time favorites.
“japchae!” he says excitedly, sniffing obnoxiously when he enters the kitchen, greeting yoongi with a kiss. “it smells amazing, hyung, just like always.”
yoongi chuckles, still stirring the pan with his chopsticks. “only the best for my bunny. go on, wash up. i’ll set the table.”
“okay!”
dinner is the usual affair. jungkook babbles excitedly about work, yoongi chimes in every so often, and the two send lovesick gazes at one another when they think they’re not looking. it’s so romantic of them, their friends would probably throw up from the sweetness lolling in the air.
(“jin-hyung! yoongi-hyung and jk are being mushy again!” / “hah?! again? that’s it, drinks on yoonkook, everyone!” / “whooooo!” / “i’ll ask for another round!” / “aw, jin-hyung, why? we paid for drinks last time too, hmph.” / “if you don’t want to pay, then remember that your friends are painfully single and don’t be mushy.” / “if you just talked to hobi-hyung, then—mmph!” / “why is kook choking on his lamb?” / “no reason, seokie. here, hyung will pour you a shot.”)
they go to bed, and yoongi’s fears come alive when jungkook tries to make things more intimate between them.
“not tonight, bunny,” yoongi says softly, pushing slightly against his boyfriend’s chest. “hyung’s tired.”
jungkook pouts. “but i missed hyungah.”
yoongi coos. “aw, and i missed you too. my bunny works so hard, doesn’t he?”
“yes. yes, he does. you should reward him.”
“hm. maybe.” yoongi’s smile turns sly, and he leans in to whisper into jungkook’s ear, licking around the cartilage as he does. “or maybe bunny can wait for the surprise hyung has for him tomorrow. can he do that?”
jungkook’s eyes go wide.
“hehe. that’s what i thought.”
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the next day comes and goes. alfred loses another leaf, yoongi buys a dozen red roses and strews the petals all over their bed, and jungkook comes home to a very sultry yoongi dressed in only a bathrobe.
jungkook’s bag drops to the floor, and the boy’s jaw drops. “is... is it my birthday?” he asks in awe.
yoongi smirks, pulls jungkook’s jacket off of him and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt from the top. with every button undone, yoongi places a hot, wet kiss onto jungkook’s chest. jungkook tries to reach for yoongi, but his hands are smacked away.
“don’t even think about it,” yoongi says oh-so-sweetly, danger lurking behind every word.
jungkook gulps. his hands turn into fists at his side. it’s pitiful. it’s laughable. it’s exactly what yoongi wants.
when jungkook’s shirt has pooled at his feet, yoongi snakes his lips up from jungkook’s belly button, nibbling at his abs and swirling his tongue around his choco chip nips, before mouthing heavily at the mole on jungkook’s neck.
“i have a surprise for you,” he whispers darkly, grazing white teeth against golden skin.
jungkook shudders. “w-what is it?”
yoongi kisses jungkook’s lips, poking his tongue through and tasting artificial cherry from the other. “candy before dinner. naughty bunny. maybe i won’t tell you.”
jungkook grabs yoongi’s waist, unable to stop himself. “no, please,” he pleads, eyes watery, “hyung, hyungah, please tell me.”
yoongi chuckles. he picks up jungkook’s hands and place them on the front knot of his bathrobe. “see for yourself, bunny.”
jungkook doesn’t hesitate. the knot unravels by work of dexterous fingers, but those fingers stutter to a staccato stop when they realize what present has been unwrapped.
the bathrobe slips off yoongi’s broad shoulders, falls in slow motion like the rustle of angel wings.
in jungkook’s eyes, that’s exactly what yoongi is.
a goddamn angel.
when jungkook finally gets out his haze, he realizes he’s on his knees in front of yoongi, in front of the most charming crotch area he’s ever seen. he leans in and looks up, eyes reverent.
“hyungah,” he breathes, almost choking out the words.
yoongi smiles like the dark angel that he is, grabbing jungkook’s hair roughly and slamming his boyfriend’s head right into his pelvis. automatically, jungkook’s tongue is at work.
jungkook mouths, practically devours yoongi’s hard cock. he suckles on the tip like a toddler with a bottle of milk, eyes closing in utter bliss, while his hands reach up to shakily revere the baby-smooth hairless skin at the base. then he takes in more, more, more, more, until jungkook is deep-throating like the champ he is.
yoongi grins, hands locking and knotting into dark brown strands. “that’s it, bunny. i knew you could do it. i knew you would like it. hehe, are you happy?”
yoongi allows jungkook to pull off, for him to dreamily reply his answer. “happy. so happy.”
jungkook knows the rules. he goes back to attending to yoongi’s dick, hands taking care of the spots his tongue isn’t near, massaging his balls, reveling in the taste of yoongi’s essence as it coats the cavern of his mouth like a layer of filth that will never be cleaned.
taint me, jungkook thinks, taint me more.
the only signs jungkook get are the hitch in yoongi’s breathing and the extra tension in his thighs. after another minute or so, yoongi comes, groaning as he does. jungkook does his best to swallow it all down, not wanting to waste even a drop of his favorite addiction. unfortunately, some cum escapes this throat and dribbles down from the corners of his mouth.
when yoongi pulls his hair back so jungkook is looking straight at him, the sight of his cum on jungkook’s face makes him smirk.
“bunny,” he purrs, “such a good bunny, aren’t you?”
jungkook whimpers. yoongi’s stare hurts, hurts so physically good, and he can’t look away. he can’t.
yoongi releases his hold on jungkook’s hair, pulls his boyfriend to his feet using himself as leverage. “did you like it? the surprise?”
jungkook’s tongue comes out to swipe at the cum on his face. he doesn’t get it. even so, his eyes shine, bright and electric. “you got a brazilian wax,” he says happily. “hyung, you looked... you look so... ugh, hyungahhhh.”
yoongi laughs, pops up on his toes to kiss jungkook. he can taste himself, but he doesn’t care. this is for jungkook, for his bunny. “it hurt like hell. my face was so red by the time i was done.”
jungkook giggles at the thought. “but why did you get it done? it’s beautiful, you look so pretty, but you—”
“you just said it.”
“um, i did?” jungkook asks, blinking.
“you did,” yoongi assures. “i wanted to be pretty. just like how you love to be pretty when i pull you onto my cock.”
jungkook blushes fiercely, rhododendrons blooming under doe eyes. “that’s...”
yoongi softens, places a comforting palm to his bunny’s cheek. “you’re still nervous about topping. i wanted to look pretty for you, just like how you get pretty for me.” yoongi kisses jungkook again, this time on his cute nose. “it’s us. it’s us. now that i look super pretty just like you look pretty for me, in the same way, you’ll make hyung feel just as good as i make you feel. probably even more. my bunny is golden, you know.”
at this, jungkook smiles shyly. “it’s silly, isn’t it?”
“no,” yoongi says assertively. “not at all. i’m with you, kook. i’m with you always. believe in hyung.”
“oh, hyungah,” jungkook sighs. “if there’s one thing i can’t not do, it’s not believe you. i trust you like no other.”
“good.” one more kiss to jungkook’s nose, because yoongi wants to, damn it. “so... our bed might be full of flower petals right now. just so you know.”
“hm. i guess we’ll have to make the most of the situation then. lead the way, hyung?”
“for you? always.”
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