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      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Namjoon
      |_Rap_Monster/Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga,
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      Jungkook/Park_Jimin
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      Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook
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      Crossdressing_Kink, Kink, Rimming, sin_-_Freeform, god_bless_my_soul,
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      Published: 2017-04-10 Updated: 2017-10-23 Chapters: 10/? Words: 11526
****** Boy Toy ******
by taehyungjjang
Summary
     what do you do when things get a little more heated? a few licks, a
     touch, a sound, a slap could lead to the most unforeseen pleasures.
     that is, if you only listen to me, baby boy.
     Hello, this is merely a compilation of BTS Smuts. Please forgive my
     unholy soul. Strong power thank you.
     Warning: DON'T READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE WITH BOY TO BOY SEX.
***** Chapter 1 *****
                                   Baby Boy
                                       •
 Where Jungkook is one hot motherfucker and Jimin is the school's innocent boy
                                        
[p.j.m]
His aura was intimidating, with each and every step he made, the crowd would
part itself. Jeon Jungkook, a natural hottie, and as rumors say, the best when
it comes to sex. 
It is said that he would even do it with boy, with no shame at all. I, for one,
wouldn't want to get involved. It was too risky, I have to focus of studying! I
smile to myself and hold up my hand, as a way to motivate my homework-driven
life.
 
[j.j.k]
I would love the look on their faces, the way their body would squirm
underneath my touch. There was no doubting it, I was the best of the best.
Woman or man? My hand could fucking make them cum. 
Bruises would be all over their bodies and they could barely walk the next day.
Silky milk would flow out from their genitals and would scream and whimper my
name begging for more. But, anyone could get bored easily. 
I want a new target. Most people beg for my hand to touch them, these days and
I want someone who doesn't want it. I want that someone to slowly, cunningly,
enjoy my touch little by little. Make them cum, and scream my name. 
The question is: who is the lucky man?
[third person view]
Jimin was casually putting his stuff in his locker before a bigger figure
roughly gripped on his arm. His face was a mix of confusion and fear, as he
turned his head and staring at him was the one and only Jeon Jungkook. 
"W-what is it?" He squeaks, removing his arm from Jungkook's and steps back in
a slow pace. Jungkook only grabbed onto him even tighter.
"Park Jimin? Right?" His smirk was evident on his face. "I heard that, you
don't want to ever cross ways with me?" Jungkook laughs. 
"It's not that—" Jimin was cut off by Jungkook manhandling him. He quickly puts
Jimin on his shoulder and slaps his bottom, making him gasp in surprise. Jimin
was silent, but he was screaming on the inside.
"Too bad baby boy, I want to feel you make love to me." 
[p.j.m]
He puts me down on the sink and locks the locker room door. I sit down, stiff
not knowing what to do. Is he gonna fuck me? Oh hell no please. But, something
was in the tip of my stomach making me question what it was.
"Park Jimin, or should I say...My new Baby Boy?" The nickname sent shivers down
my spine and I made me squirm in my place. What do I do?
He holds my head, tracing my jawline slowly. Then he presses his hand on my
lips, making me frozen stiff. His hands drift off to my chest and he grins.
Locking his lips, he speaks once again.
"Baby boy, you know, they told me that you wouldn't like this. But, I'm gonna
make you love it, crave it and beg for it." 
Jungkook surprises me as his lips crashes into mine and his hands finding their
place on my thighs. He massaged my thighs gently and licks my lips. 
"Baby boy, let me in your fucking mouth." He growls and squeezes my ass, making
me gasp once again. He was fast as he caught the moment and kissed me. His
tongue entered my mouth and I could feel the atmosphere getting warm and
fuzzy. 
As he touches my thighs and moves on to my neck, I couldn't help but let out a
low moan. Holy shit, I let out a moan?! 
[j.j.k]
I guess playing hard to get is his forte? I'm not gonna let that happen. I
could sense him suppressing his moans caused by my lips. It was fascinating,
his emotion of surprise and pleasure. 
My cock was getting hard, looking at the innocent boy who felt pleasure with my
touch. I couldn't let another moment go to waste as I took off his shirt and
messily lick his nipples, my tongue going in circles. 
His face was red, he was moaning, whimpering, enjoying the every single thing I
was doing to him. But, he still wasn't just there yet. I could make him scream
louder and fuck him senseless. 
Park Jimin, my baby boy, you won't be able to walk tomorrow. 
I quickly kiss his tummy before licking the cloth which covered his cock. He
shakes with my touch and I could see the tears falling down.
"J-jungkook...What is this feeling..." He trembles and I only smirk and lick
his pants again. He shakes again and holds my broad shoulders. 
"You're gonna enjoy this, scream for me baby boy?" Swiftly, I pull off his
pants and take off his underwear, revealing his erect penis. I take off my
pants as well and damn, was it fucking hard. 
I lick Jimin's penis and he cries out. He's loving it. The sloppy sounds of our
kisses, the bruises forming at his body and his moans. His moans weren't loud
enough, I have to make himself scream my name and only think of me.
I aggressively flip him over the sink, his pretty ass facing me. He looks at
the mirror and puts his head down. "What has come ov—" he couldn't finish his
sentence as it was interrupted by his loud moaning. 
I was rubbing my erect dick over his ass and licking my lips. He's about to
have it hard. I enter into him, hardly as he shouts out in pleasure.
"Jungkook...." He whimpers and tightly holding on to the concrete. 
Every thrust was more powerful than the other and Jimin could only scream out
my name. His voice was breaking from shouting and moaning. He was speechless.
His hard cock was bouncing from the amount of strength my thrust gave. As I
thrust into him further, I lick his back to his neck, making him shudder even
more. 
I was fucking him senseless. 
With one last thrust, Jimin came and spurted everywhere. I didn't stop
thrusting, and I could see him, teary eyed, still crying out from pleasure. I
came next as I felt myself filling him up, his eyes rolling back with the
sudden warmth I caused.
"Look how a slut you are, baby boy." I smirk as pull out my cock from his now
swollen entrance. "Clean me up, won't you?" 
He was too in a daze and he kneels down and licks my cock clean. 
"You were amazing baby boy, tomorrow? same time?" I say while bringing up my
pants. He wasn't able to answer and I simply sucked on his neck again, making
him whimper. 
"I'll take that as a yes." I smile, and head out the door, leaving Jimin behind
me.
 
 
 
 
-First smut I did forgive me...how was it? Hahaha
 
 
***** Tease *****
Chapter Summary
     Where Min Yoongi is a sadist and won't let Jimin cum
     -I am obviously rooting for bottom Jimin-
"Yoongi..." As soft voice echoes through the room. Once Yoongi draws the
curtains, finally shedding light to that hidden figure. It was Jimin, in a
bondage, a vibrating buttplug stuck to his arse. 
Yoongi looks at him, smiling at the sight he was seeing. Jimin was squirming
but kept his lips intact. He said he would moan only for Yoongi and not some
boring sex toys, so Yoongi made him accept the challenge. 
His body was shaking, his cock was upright and standing. Eyes slowly following
Yoongi as he paces around the room, looking at the boy. 
"Hyung, please..." He whimpers and is quietly asking Yoongi for mercy. 
Yoongi could only laugh and shrug at him, but his dick was stiff hard too.
Looking at him was enough of a turn on. 
"Quiet down, Jimin." He whispers and grabs a velvety cloth and places them on
Jimin's eyes. "Hyung will give you a chance." He smirks and starts sucking on
Jimin's neck, hitting the softest spots and making him breathe harder. 
He plays with his dick and pumps it slowly. Jimin was taken back, and his hips
started rolling from the pleasure. The elder stops and presses his thumb on his
tip, making Jimin's back arch. 
"Lay down, baby." His low voice making him do what he wanted. Jimin rests his
head on the pillow, and anticipates the next thing. Yoongi licks his erect
penis and slowly takes it in with his mouth. Along with the pumping of it,
Jimin back was bended and he was moaning louder and louder.
As soon as he felt the knot on his stomach, he whimpers and says Yoongi's name.
He was about to come when Yoongi stops and removes the blindfold. Jimin looks
at him, confused. 
He could only smirk and kiss Jimin, their sweaty bodies pressed against
eachother. He knew Jimin might hate this, but he loved teasing him.
"Who said Hyung was gonna make you cum?" he lowly laughs.
***** Praise me *****
Chapter Summary
     Where Yoongi uses Jimin's praise kink to his advantage
     -yes I am definitely a yoonmin shipper-
     (You know that one time Yoongi praised someone and Jimin went "What
     about Jiminie?" Yeah that haha)
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The two walked into the the bar, sweaty bodies met them and the sight of people
grinding into eachother. Jimin cringes at the sight, and holds Yoongi's hand.
He said he wanted to go out on a date, but why here?
"Hyung, why here?" Hands falling into the square of Yoongi's hips as he put his
head on the elder's shoulders. "Hoseok invited me, well us." He looks at him
and gives him a small peck on the forehead.
Jimin could only frown. In the distance, a few drunk people laughed at them and
shouted. "This is not a club for lovesick couples like you!" The man holds his
hips and thrusts into the air.
"Get someone to fucking grind on your lonely ass dick first!" Yoongi bites
back.
Frowning, Jimin followed Yoongi to the drinking station where they were met by
Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok. Hoseok gave them a bright smile and two glasses
of whiskey.
Within a few shots, Taehyung was messily grinding on Jungkook. Hoseok was on
top of Yoongi and Jimin silently sat in the corner. He didn't like it, seeing
Hoseok cradling Yoongi and his lover laughing at him.
Yet, Jimin was an understanding individual. He knew they only did that because
they were merely drunk.
"You're doing good, babe." Yoongi moans as Hoseok grinds his hip against him,
and that is where Jimin snaps. He doesn't know what has gotten into him, but he
taps on Hoseok and pushes him out of the way.
Straddling Yoongi with his full thighs, he looks at him and pouts.
"What about Jiminie?" He whispers, his hot breath fanning over Yoongi's neck.
"Prove it to me first, Jiminie." Yoongi smirks, he knew that Jimin would go all
out when challenged and this is where he starts the race.
Jimin smacks his lips against Yoongi's, the smell of whisky evident on the
elder's mouth. He licked his lips, once again kissing Yoongi with the force on
his tongue. As soon as Yoongi moans under his kisses, it was Jimin's que to
roll his hips on Yoongi's lap.
Yoongi was breathing harshly, every single kiss, every single grind, made his
senses tingle in pleasure. "Is Jiminie doing a good job?" He says as he pulls
on Yoongi's shirt. 
"Jiminie, we're at a public place." He points to the crowd, who were already,
basically fucking eachother everywhere. On the chair, on the floor, the fucking
walls, you name it. 
"Jiminie doesn't care, all he cares about is if he's doing a good job." His
voice was low and seductive, making Yoongi's growing bulge, harder and harder.
"Nice job, babe." Jimin was offended. Nice? Job? It clicked to him that what he
was doing wasn't enough at all. He places his ass on Yoongi's bulge and
aggressively rolls his hips, making Yoongi yelp back in pleasure.
"Oh god yes, fuck" a series of vulgarities flew out of Yoongi's mouth as he
felt immense pleasure take over him. Jimin grins at the sight he sees and
proceeds to grind with a much fuller force.
Jimin takes off Yoongi's pant, enough for his erect manhood to be seen. He
licks his lips and teasingly licks Yoongi's hard top. "Fuck, Jiminie is doing a
great job." Yoongi moans and gains a smile of content from Jimin.
Jimin, takes down his pant halfway and rubs his dick against Yoongi's stomach,
making him whimper, wanting more. "Jiminie, that isn't good anymore" he hissed
and takes up Jimin's body, harshly putting Jimin's entrace over his dick.
Yoongi pushes him back down and the great force made Jimin scream in pleasure.
"Jiminie, remember that I'm the big one here." He licks his ear, and Jimin
trembles, resting his head on Yoongi's shoulders. 
He thrusts in and out and he could feel his lover's hot tears at his back as he
messily moans and claws Yoongi's back. He was in a sense of Euphoria as their
bodies collided with each other, his dick twitching inside him. 
The force was too hard that Jimin's dick began slapping Yoongi's lower stomach,
as his cries got louder and louder— in a club. Nobody was paying attention as
they had their own business fucking eachother as well. 
"Fuck Jiminie, good boy." he moans as Jimin whimpers when Yoongi licks his
neck. Jimin began fucking him in rhythm as well, with each and every slapping
sound their bodies made. 
He looked down, looking at the mess Jimin made, his milky white semen was all
over Yoongi's chest. But did he care? Nope, as long as he had the time of his
life.Yoongi felt warmness in his stomach and came inside of him, filling Jimin.
Jimin collapses and hugs Yoongi. "What about Jiminie now?" He breathes heavily,
trying to catch his breath. He holds Jimin's face and pecks his swollen lips,
he looks at the bruises all over his body and smiles.
"Baby boy did the best." He says leaving the others, Jungkook, Taehyung and
Hoseok turned on with what they just saw. 
"You're the best, Jiminie." 
Chapter End Notes
     Y'all thought Jimin was gonna top? I'm sorry but I'm a Jimin bottom
     enthusiast hahaha
***** Choker *****
Chapter Summary
     Where Taehyung doesn't know what Christian Grey does and Jungkook
     offers to help him know
     And no I haven't read nor have watched 50 Shades of Grey
Chapter Notes
     Taehyung bottom, hope you enjoy ;)
     If you have any requests/suggestions go on ahead and comment!
Taehyung sat in front of the television, looking at the trailer that was shown.
He looked perplexed as it ended. 
"Jungkook, what's this movie about? What is Christian Grey doing?" His back
relaxes and his body was spread throughout the couch. 
Jungkook laughs and lifts Taehyung's feet in order for him to sit. There was
this burning feeling inside and his grin was turning into a wide, mischievous
smile.
"Hyung, you don't even know?" 
"Do I need to know?"
"Do you want to know?" Jungkook straddles him, eyes staring into Taehyung's
neck.
Innocent, Taehyung shrugged and sat up, pushing Jungkook to get off him.
"Sure?" His voice was small, and he give Jungkook a smile. 
"We'll do it right now." The change in his tone was obvious, and Taehyung
suddenly felt more intrigued as Jungkook stood up and pulled him elsewhere.
[k.t.h] 
Jungkook's grip on me was tight as he pulled me along the hallway and directed
me to his room. The door clicks, which signifies that it was now locked. I was
confused, why do we need to lock the door? Does Christian need privacy? I
wonder. 
"Hyung, do you really want to do this?" He asks and I nod, still confused on
what the hell we're about to do. I could sense that Jungkook's smile has gotten
more, what's the word? Devilish? Is Christian some sort of devil in the movie? 
"Lay down," he instructs, his voice clear. I lay myself down his bed and
stretch out. "No moving." Jungkook says. "This isn't the exact thing Christian
did, I'm gonna add my own style. Ready?"
"Yeah!" I say and relax on the bed again.
He grabs a shiny white box and places it beside me. I try my best not to peek
but, I couldn't help it. Before I could take a look, large hands forcibly put
my head back onto the bed. 
"Don't." Simple but understandable. I gulp and nod, looking around the room. 
Jungkook grabs a thin black cloth and grabs both of my hands. He ties them up
tightly and he gets a another cloth and ties my hands to the bed. 
"Does Christian Grey do magic?" I ask and and only receive a laugh from him.
Then he grabs a choker with a small bell and places it on my neck. I tried to
keep quiet, because I was afraid to interrupt whatever he was doing. 
He takes out another piece of cloth and covers my eyes. I couldn't see
anything, it was pitch black. 
I felt Jungkook straddle me and he pushes his thumb over my lips. The next
thing he did was surprising. "Lick it." He orders and I stay there frozen. I
should lick his thumb?
"Lick it." He says again with a much lower and intimidating tone. I do as he
orders and lick his thumb, with him putting his other fingers in. I licked them
and I could feel my saliva all over my face.
I was heating up, embarrassed. What am I doing? I try to release my hands from
the cloth but it was too tight. Jungkook removes his hand from my face and I
could feel his mouth nibble on my earlobe.
"My new little boytoy, wants to get away? You said you wanted to know what
Christian does? Well, there's no turning back." He says and licks my neck, my
body shuddering at the contact. 
The next thing I knew, he was harshly sucking on my neck, my body jolting up
from the contact. I didn't know what to do, I tried to keep silent by shutting
my mouth. 
Once he hits the sweet spot, my body acted on its own and making me gasp
loudly. Although I couldn't see anything, I knew Jungkook was smirking. 
He abruptly pulls down my pants and I felt the hot warm air hit my lower body.
Damn it, I wasn't wearing any underwear and I curse myself under my breath.
Jungkook hears this and slaps my thighs.
"If I hear the bell ring, you'll get punished. So, you better not move." 
I could feel his hands on my dick and he gently pumps it. I tried to hide that
I was actually feeling good. My body was responding but my mind was a mess.He
pokes the top of my head and I suddenly jolted up.
Ring
Shit. I could hear him chuckle and I could feel his strong hands harshly
colliding with my thighs. The stinging pain made me hiss, my eyes turning
moist. 
"My little boy toy isn't responding well. I told you not to fucking move." He
growls, putting more effort as he pumps it harder, a moan escaping my lips.
Jungkook hums in satisfaction.
I couldn't take it anymore as I felt Jungkook get off the bed, I closed my legs
shut. 
Ring
Holy fucking hell. I shut my lips and try to keep quiet, as if nothing
happened. I felt the weight of the bed shift, and I ended up a moaning mess as
Jungkook attacked my neck once again, and rubbing his hips on my dick. 
"K-kookie...Stop.." I say inbetween large, heavy breaths. He removes the
blindfold, revealing his messy hair.
"You said you wanted to do this." He nibbles on my ear, and I close my eyes,
whimpering at the feeling. "Sit up." He orders once again, and what can I do?
I'm already in this situation, might as well give in. 
I sit up, my hands still tied to the corner of the bed. I look at my dick, it
was standing straight, and very warm. I couldn't help but look at it. 
"See what I can do to you? Little Taehyungie?" He dropped the honorifics and
started pumping on my dick once again. His hand went up and down, as my body
was squirming under his touch.
I felt my body heating up and loud moans escaped my lips, little by little. He
suddenly stopped and I grunted, I was fucking enjoying it, my body was enjoying
it and my mind was too blurred to think properly.
The overwhelming pleasure, can't seem to make me think. I felt Jungkook remove
the choker and the cloth on my hands and replaces it with a longer choker. 
He pulls on my neck and I follow, ending up on all fours. "Baby boy," he swipes
his thumb across my hips. "Bark for Jungkook." I looked at him, shocked, as he
only gave me a small grin.
I could hear his zipper and his pants dropping on the floor. He places his dick
at my back, teasing me. I let out a groan as he rubbed his dick all over my
entrance, but he wouldn't fucking fuck me. 
He pulled on the choker, making my head raise up. "Fucking bark for me!" He
shouts and I let out a small bark. Within seconds, he pushes his erect cock
inside of me as I hold on to the bed.
"K-kookie..." I moaned his name, he pulls on the choker or should I say dog
leash, as a sign for me to bark harder. Putting down my pride, I barked harder
as his thrusts became more powerful that the bed was moving.
The sloppy sounds our bodies made, made me harder even more, and with that I
came all over his bed. My eyes were filled with tears, my mind was blank as it
was covered by the immense pleasure each thrust he was giving me. 
"Baby boy, damn that's a lot of cum to clean." He groans as he pulls himself
out of my ass, making me collapse.
"We're not done just yet. Kneel."
I nod and kneeled infront of him, pushing my head down to level his dick. I
licked it, then began sucking on it. Jungkook's eyes were shut, as he pushed my
head even further. 
I felt his dick twitch and I could taste the salty taste of his semen. I
swallow it and Kookie kneels down beside me, wiping my mouth clean. His hands
were filled with my cum, as he tells me to suck his hand again.
"That's how fucking tasty you are." He says.
"Bend over baby boy, there's a part two."
 
-Forgive my soul amen-
***** Call me Daddy *****
Chapter Summary
     Where Namjoon tells Jin to wear a pretty pink dress and fucks him in
     it
Chapter Notes
     Hope you enjoy ;)
     Reminder: I'm gonna change the title to "Boy Toy" since "Baby Boy"
     will be used for a Jikook story. The story will be based on the first
     chapter.
Jin was surprised when Namjoon came home with a bag from Gucci. He gave it to
him, and he looked inside revealing a pretty pink dress.
"Wear it babe, tonight's a little special." Namjoon says and smiles at Jin. The
elder looks at the bag and shrugs and proceeds to wear it. 
Within a few minutes, Jin came out of the restroom wearing all pink, the length
of the dress not longer than his knees. Namjoon was sitting on the sofa, the
room dim. The only light was coming from the kitchen. 
"Sit down?" Patting on his lap, Jin sits down on Namjoon. His face was stoic.
"You look pretty in that." 
"Thanks, I know, Namjoon." An expected answer from Jin. 
Jumping out of Namjoon's lap, Jin covers his ear. Namjoon smirked at him and
tells him to sit back down. "You like that? Stay still then."
Jin gulps and sits back down, allowing Namjoon to nibble on his ear. His hand
cascade down his waist, gently massaging it, sending goosebumps to Jin's body. 
"Joon, is this what you meant by a special date?" He asks, his voice quivering
as the taller continued to bite his neck. 
"I would appreciate it, if you called me Daddy."
Flustered, Jin covers his face and Namjoon takes this as a chance to get his
hands on his lover's dick. Jin bites his lip, and didn't dare to look back to
Namjoon. 
"Call me Daddy." Voice raising, Jin hearing him loud and clear.
"Namjoon, I don't thi—" He was stopped as his Daddy put pressure on his center,
his body shaking with him letting out a small squeak.
"Daddy knows what you want." He whispers, kissing the soft skin on the nape of
the elder's neck. "Daddy knows you want it good."
Jin's mind was spinning in circles. Yes, he wanted to be fucked by Namjoon but
he was caught off guard because he didn't expect it to be this way. He covers
his face once again, flustered, but the growing bulge was quickly noticed by
Namjoon. 
He pulls Jin back so he was laying his back on Namjoon's chest. He places his
hands on Jin's plump lips as he gently caresses it, making his lover moan in
response.
"Keep doing that, dollface. You look so fucking fine under my touch." 
Jin nods and finally asks what he's been wanting for the past few days. He
wanted his touch, his warmth, every fucking thing. The elder says the words
Namjoon's been longing for.
"Please fuck me, Daddy." 
The words were load and clear, as Namjoon lifts the dress up and pumps on Jin's
dick, slowly, cunningly as the pleasure began inching towards Jin. 
He spanks his ass with the other hand and looks at his entrance, he couldn't
wait but fuck him, make him feel loved and content. As he pumps is dick, his
other hand bends Jin over and he inserts his hard ass cock. 
"Namjo—" 
Namjoon spanks his ass again, Jin immediately knew his mistake and calls him
Daddy. He then began thrusting in and out, again and again, making Jin roll his
eyes back. The only thing in his mind was his Daddy fucking him from behind. 
He stops and Jin was heavily panting, he looks back at Namjoon his eyes begging
for him. Begging for more. 
"Dance for Daddy first." Dancing wasn't really one of his talents, but he knew
what he was referring to. His moves forward and backward, basically putting
force so that Namjoon's cock would thrust in and out of him.
"Very good, dollface." He moans, and in reward he once again pumps Jin's dick.
Namjoon looks at him, astonished. Jin's face was beautiful, which made him
breathless. The pleasure he was feeling made him scream louder, not even trying
to quiet down his moans.
"D-daddy, Jin is about to c-come.." he stuttered on his words, as he rolls back
his eyes and rolls his hips harder. Namjoon takes control and his hands went
faster, his thrust more powerful and quick.
In a few seconds, Jin was screaming, his eyes closed as he came. Namjoon, with
one last thrust, came as well. He kisses Jin's neck and removes his cock,
putting back his pants on. Jin sat down, still breathing heavily.
He straddles Namjoon and starts a heated make-out session, the loud slurping
noises their dirty lips made echoed through the empty room. Namjoon smiles and
rubs Jin's thigh, bringing up the dress to show his dick one again.
"You should wear this dress often."
"Yes daddy." He simply answers.
***** Dance for me *****
Chapter Summary
     Event Organizer and Rich Business man Kim Taehyung gets aroused by
     the amazing comtemporary dancer Park Jimin.
Chapter Notes
     Forgive small mistakes in grammar and spelling this was literally
     done by a half-asleep author.
     This version is unedited.
It was an event he planned, hoping to help out this small dance studio get
discovered. Although he was rich, he was a charity worker as well.
He looked at the stage and they announce the next performer, who seems to be
doing a solo. A slim figure entered the stage, and gracefully laid down the
floor.
Taehyung looked closely, taking in the view. When the music starts, he lifts
himself up, chest first and proceeds to do his dance. 
A series of twirls and perfect spins, lifting his leg up and bending his knees.
He was an outstanding sight, it was obvious dancing was his passion.
Everyone in the audience was amazed. Their hearts fluttered everytime he would
gracefully move. 
The dancer stops, probably a part of the routine and locks eyes with Taehyung.
He looks away and continues the dance.
It was admirable. He was admirable. Everyone felt the warmth and will to dance
in their hearts; someone's passion bursting through them.
But, Taehyung can't deny the heat inbetween his legs as well. His eyes was
deadly as he stared at the dancer.
He did a jump, exposing his stomach and Taehyung could feel his breath hitch.
He felt the warmness on his crotch as the bulge began to become more visible.
He ends the routine with a bow and runs off the stage. 
"That was Park Jimin of the Advance Contemporary Dance Class. Please give him
another round of applause." The host says giving the audience a smile. 
Taehyung stands up and makes his way backstage. Being the organizer of the
event, he was immediately given access to the dance studio that was in the back
of the theater.
He was sure Jimin was there, and he hoped only he was there.
With a large thud, Taehyung opens the room, exposing the boy who was stretching
and looking at the mirror.
He looked back, his eyes meeting Taehyung's and he bows in respect. Taehyung
suddenly walks towards him, an intimidating aura surrounding him.
Jimin looks flustered as he ends up being cornered by the taller figure.
"Park Jimin of the Advance Contemporary dance class?" He asks, his voice husky
but coated with honey.
"Y-yes..." Jimin managed to chime out. Taehyung only laughed at his cuteness. 
"Who are you?" Jimin asks and looks up to stare at Taehyung.
"Kim Taehyung, organizer of this event." He simply says as he walks closer,
pinning Jimin to the wall.
"Thank you for funding our event. It really means a lot for us. Especially
since you did this all for free." The smaller figure smiles making Taehyung
smirk. The idea in his head dirtier than ever.
"I've decided not to do it for free anymore." His chest was now laying on
Jimin's. The smaller's breathing suddenly became heavier, both in fear and the
uncertainty of the situation.
"That can't be...this theater is too expensive...and the guests...We'll never
afford this." A little more and you might think he was crying. 
Taehyung placed his crotch infront of Jimin's and he lowered his head to
whisper in his ear. 
"Call me Oppa for tonight and let me have you. You'll get this event free and
I'll pay for your dance lessons. Deal?"
Jimin was flustered, his cheeks turning bright red. There was no choice, or
else it would lead to something worse. Plus, it was only for tonight. How bad
can it be?
Jimin nodded and Taehyung smiled in delight, his eyes circling with lust and
hunger. Wanting the smaller to bend over and suck his dick.
He gently nibbled on his ear, tasting some sweat because of his recent
performance. Jimin was biting his lip, eyes shut and his hands turned into
fists. 
"Relax, baby boy."
The next thing he did was place his hand on his crotch. He gently massaged it,
gaining a small moan from Jimin.
He pressed harder, which made Jimin flinch and look at Taehyung. He was about
to speak up but Taehyung used the chance to kiss him and enter his tongue.
With sloppy kisses, his hands crawled into his ass, squeezing them and Jimin
moans once again. 
He kisses his neck, finding his sweet spot and sucking on it. He removed his
loose shirt and sucked the skin on his chest, leaving bruised marks everywhere.
Everytime he sucked, Jimin would be left a whimpering mess with his now swollen
lips. He bites his bottom lip as Taehyung drew circles on his back.
"When you dance, show them you're mine? Got it?" Jimin nods as Taehyung swipes
his thumb over the bruised area.
"Take off your pants."
Jimin immediately complied and took off his pants, Taehyung gestured to him
that he should take off his underwear as well, so he was left naked in front of
him.
He looked shy, not wanting to face Taehyung. Taehyung only smirked and made him
face  the large mirror. He backhugs him and points at the mirror.
"You look beautiful, but you look more beautiful when I get my hands all over
you."
Just like that Taehyung grabs on the smaller's cock and gently pumps it up and
down. Jimin stared at the mirror, not expecting this to be happening.
His hips were raising forward as Taehyung pumped even faster. 
"T-Taehyung...ah...ah" He moans but stops when Taehyung abruptly stops as well.
"I told you to call me Oppa." He firmly says, licking his ear and Jimin nods
once again.
"O-oppa...." he whimpers as he reaches his hand. 
"Sit down." 
Jimin, was left hanging but sits down anyways. He looks at Taehyung, his eyes
practically begging to make his hard cock cum.
"I heard dancers are flexible. Let's see then."
Taehyung made Jimin lay down and lifts his feet, pushing them far back that
both his legs were on the each side of his head.
"Stay like that and let Oppa do the work."
He licks his lips and spreads his cheeks making Jimin anticipate was coming
next. Taehyung looks at his pink entrance, wanting to fuck it till he can't
dance.
But, of course he had to prepare his precious ass.
He licked his entrance, Jimin shuddering at the contact. Taehyung began licking
his inner thighs, earning a whimper from Jimin.
The next thing was he was wildly licking his entrance, Jimin a moaning mess as
he stared at the mirror, looking at himself getting eaten out.
He sucks on it and enters his tongue, teasing the smaller who was left
shouting.
"Oppa....o-oppa..." Jimin felt the knot on his lower stomach, his position
causing him to cum all over his face. 
"You look so dam beautiful."
Taehyung quickly removed his belt and brought down his pants, revealing his
stiff hard dick.
"What do you want?"
Jimin was tired but he didn't know anymore. The pleasure he was in was too
much, his mind was clouded and he said the unbelievable.
"Oppa, I w-want you."
"Good boy."
Taehyung placed the tip, but was further teasing Jimin as he rubbed his dick on
his entrace.
"Oppa, please..." he softly begs, feeling his cock becoming hard again.
"What was it?"
"Oppa, ple - "
Jimin was cut off by Taehyung harshly thrusting against him. He cried, feeling
the tears run down his cheeks.
It hurt like the devil, and he was begging Taehyung to stop. Taehyung didn't
hear his cries as he pounded with more force each time.
Soon, Jimin's criea turned into loud moans of pleasure. Taehyung dick hitting
every nerve. Jimin could only watch himself in the mirror, his body rocking
back and forth with each thrust.
His mind was clouded as he moaned and whimpered, louder and louder. He was
drooling in pleasure. Jimin's back arched, his eyes rolling back. He was
fucking him like a beast.
"Look at the mirror and see how beauriful you are." Taehyung growled as he
trusted and groaned at the feeling of Jimin's tightness. His insides fit
perfectly, delivering every single pleasure he wanted. And the mere fact that
Jimin was obviously in Nirvana made him feel more pleasurable.
"O-oppa!" He screams as the one specific thrust hit a bundle of sensitive
nerves.
Jimin looks at the mirror again, feeling his second climax coming up and
without hesitation, he came all over himself again.
Taehyung could only gasp, seeing the glorious view in front of him. Taehyung's
thrust became sloppier and with one last thrust he came; filling up the smaller
figure. 
They both collapse on the floor and Jimin looked at his messy complexion. His
chest and and face was covered in silky white semen. His ass dripping our
Taehyung's cum.
He was an after-sex mess, but according to his Oppa, a beautiful mess.
Taehyung stood up and fixed himself, handing Jimin a small bandana. Jimin sat
up, legs weak and wobbly.
"You were amazing, baby boy."
Jimin blushed and tried to wipe himself clean, a few sticky white liquid not
wanting to get off his hair.
Taehyung wanted a second round but was stopped when he heard a knock on the
door.
"Park Jimin! It's time for your next performance!" The familiar voice of the
stage manager went through the door.
Taehyung helped Jimin stand up and find his clothes. As he was walking, his
falls, his legs weak and Taehyung was left astonished.
"Shit...I think Oppa fucked me too hard." And, Taehyung felt the need to fuck
him all over again.
***** Homework? Fuck No *****
Chapter Summary
     Jungkook challenges Jimin to have sex while he tries to do his
     homework
Chapter Notes
     I havent updated for a while bc the cONCERT I MISS EM ADJSH AND THE
     BBMAs AS WELL SO THIS IS A LITTLE CONGRATULATORY SMUT?>> HAHAHAH okay
     pls continue stay kinky mwa
     unedited again sorry
Jungkook fixed his grip on the smaller's hips as he tried to distract him from
doing his homework. Jimin grumbled, obviously not wanting to be distracted by
the hands that inched closer to his groin. "Jungkook, please." His voice was
stern, while his eyes cascaded down to his textbook.
The larger smirked and kisses Jimin's neck, his husky breath leaving shivers
down his spine. "Kook," he warns, textbook still in hand, while he takes notes.
Jimin tried his best to hold back as well, but Jungkook was the master of this
shit. He knew how to turn Jimin around, he knew what would make Jimin want him.
It was all end for Jimin as Jungkook finally reaches down his crotch. His
cheeks were flushed red and he the pen's ink smudged through the paper. The
smaller quietly cursed the gel pen, who splattered around...much like his semen
later on.
Jungkook rests his head on Jimin's shoulder, giving Jimin small pecks on his
shoulders. He sighs and thinks of the most despicable thing he could do:
challenge Jimin. He knew what points to hit, what sensitive spots to trigger.
Jungkook smirked as he whispered into Jimin's ear. "I have a fun challenge for
you tonight." He sings, voice stinging with lust. "W-what is it this time?" His
baby boy stutters as he puts pressure on his hardened dick. Jungkook hissed
seeing Jimin bite his luscious lips in frustration. Oh how, how fuckable the
smaller one looked.
"Cute little baby boy won't turn down this challenge, now wouldn't he?" His
voice was filled with mockery, knowing exactly what to say to make Jimin
follow. Jimin, on the other hand, never wanted to turn down a challenge. One
can say this attitude may lead to his doom. "What Challenge?" his voice was
silent as he removed his hand from the notebook and tugs at Jungkook's wrist.
"Let me fuck you while you study, and let's see if you can focus." Jungkook
traces Jimin's jawline and places his hand back on his territory. Jimin was
his.
"Unless, of course, my baby boy is not up to the challenge?" Those were the
words that made Jimin think twice. "Fine,okay!" He flails his arms around and
puts his weight unto Jungkook. He grabs his notebook, reading the notes he took
for a quiz the next day. "Relax," The larger says while massaging Jimin's
shoulders.
He left sloppy kisses down his neck, which made him shiver. Jungkook could see
the notebook's pages getting wrinkled up. All he needed to do was push Jimin to
his limits, and they'll be doing this all night. He runs his hands under the
smaller's shirt and softly caressed the skin underneath. Jungkook left marks
across his neck as well, every lick and suck making the poor student Jimin
catch his breath.
"Baby boy, are you not up to it?" Licking his lips and using his strength,
Jungkook lifts Jimin up and places him on his lap. Jimin clutches the notebook
tightly in his hand. Jungkook sees this and hands him a pen. "You know, you
need to answer the exercises given to us too." Jimin rolls his eyes and replies
"I know, so let me answer it."
"Answer it while I do stuff to you,baby boy." Jimin gulps, already out of
breath just from those words.
He nods and answers the first question as the older one unzips his pants and
brings out his cock. "Oh look baby, you're dripping wet for Daddy." He leaves
another mark on his neck, as Jimin sighs with a shaky breath. He was trying to
hold it in but his senses were tingling everywhere.
Jimin sucked in a sharp breath and shakes his head while Jungkook starts
pumping up and down and leaving harsher kisses down his neck. Jungkook pulls
down his pants even further revealing his baby boy's ass. How he looked so
fuckable and vulnerable took Jungkook's arousal to another level. He was
drooling in anticipation. He didn't want anymore foreplay so he held up his
hands and swiped Jimin's lips.
"Suck,"
Jimin nods and licks his fingers, sucking them up and lathering them with
saliva. Jungkook felt his dick twitch as Jimin's warm tongue went through his
fingers. "Okay, now answer and think well before you do." He says while Jimin
grabs the pen again and writes down the answer to number one. He was suddenly
cut off, the pen's ink gliding towards the side as Jungkook put two fingers
inside him.
Jimin's eyes were shut closed but he refused to give in as he shakily answers
the second question while trying to focus. Jungkook started thrusting rather
deeply, making Jimin moan in response. His hand writing barely understandable
by the fourth question. It was all unreadable as he tried his best to write
them down.
"Jungkook...J-Jungkook..." he started as he hooked his fingers inside of him,
hitting a specific spot making Jimin's head arch back. Jungkook added more to
the pleasure as he poked the tip of his member. Jimin is now in a state of not
being able to do his homework, the pleasure was too overwhelming for him to
cope with the sense of goodness he was feeling right now. He whimpered,
slightly disappointed when Jungkook took out his fingers. But, seeing the mess
of his handwriting he knew the odds were against him.
"Answer it." Jungkook ordered as Jimin held tightly to his pen once again,
still out of breath. The larger carried him up, as Jimin still held tightly to
his notebook. Unknowingly, Jungkook slams into Jimin and he ends up dropping
his notes.
His moans were loud as Jungkook thrusts into him harshly, leaving his baby boy
whimpering beneath him. In between groans, Jungkook orders Jimin to pick up his
notebook and write his answers down.
Jimin, now a crying mess, tried to get a hold of his notebook. His hands were
unstable as he hopelessly answered the practice sheet. Jungkook peeked at him,
still harshly pounding into the smaller and smirks.
"No one's gonna understand that, baby boy." He huffs. Jimin couldn't care less,
he was in no position to think clearly right now. His mind was flooded and the
mere feeling of Jungkook fucking him wildly was tightly set to his brain.
The notebook was not crumpled, ink everywhere along with messy, not
understandable writing...and this was the result Jungkook wanted. He leaves
kisses on his shoulder blades and wanting to distract him more, he reaches for
Jimin's cock and pumps it. The rhythmic movement of his thrusts and pumping
coming along together to make Jimin cry loudly.
"F...fuck...Kook.." he manage to spit out, eyes rolling back as he felt the
warm feeling emerge from his body.
"That's it, baby boy. Curse for Daddy. I want to hear you moan for me."
"Kook...ah...Daddy.."
Jimin screams, drool streaming down as he felt Jungkook go deeper inside him.
The notebook was now long forgotten as it lay on the floor, almost ripped to
bits by Jimin's tight grip.
Jungkook felt Jimin's body shaking. He knew he was close as well as he felt his
thrusts getting sloppier by the moment.
With one harsh sick on his neck and one pump of his cock, Jimin came all over
the floor, the notebook now wet from his cum. Jungkook followed as he sighed
and emptied himself, filling Jimin. His baby boy collapses on the floor,
catching his breath. He looks at the notebook in distraught but was too tired
to take in that he no longer had notes.
Jungkook carries and places him on the bed, cleaning him up after. He sees the
notebook on the floor, completely ruined by Jimin's semen. "I win, baby boy."
He smiles and places a small kiss on Jimin's forehead. He fell asleep, it
must've been because of schoolwork and Jungkook. The larger smirks and hugs the
sleeping figure.
"Don't worry, I have more notes we can ruin."
***** naughty student *****
Chapter Summary
     naughty student min yoongi has sent professor kim namjoon to his
     limits and was forced to be in detention
Chapter Notes
     hello, this has been on my drafts since august?? and i'm not done
     with it forgive me but here's part 1 for a tease
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Yoongi, was once again interrupting his class. It would've nice if he
interrupted by talking back to the teacher, talking to a classmate or some
classic student shit — but no, it was more than that. Way more than that.
Namjoon felt heat rise up his cheeks as Yoongi lay flat on the desk, his ass
facing the teacher. He couldn't quite grasp it, he wanted to make him sit back
down but at the same time he didn't want to.
It was a beautiful sight, but not for a supposed teacher like him.
Yoongi stretches his arms, exposing his belly, a small mark of love at the side
of his hip. Namjoon gulped, he knew this kid was getting dicked down — a lot
probably. He just hasn't seen all the lines.
"Min Yoongi, please sit properly. That is not a proper way to start class." He
finally speaks up, mouth still dry from the view. Yoongi, on the other hand,
looks at him and sits down.
That's when Namjoon realizes he actually zipped down his pants revealing
Yoongi's bulge. Not only was he getting dicked down but he's also horny right
now? This child — Namjoon thought.
"You like it, sir?" He lowly says, a smug look on his face. "You're turning
quite red."
Namjoon huffs and shakes his head, closing his eyes in the process. "Min
Yoongi, you are to stay after school for counseling."
A series of 'oohs' resounded in the classroom, but truthfully? Yoongi couldn't
care less, it wasn't the first time.
He actually expected a teacher to somehow fuck him but they're just so
disciplined and controlled, so he knows taking a joke this far wouldn't
actually grant his sexual relationships with anyone of them.
As if he wanted one. He preferred smaller men, somehow like Park Jimin who was
two years bellow him and was easily submissive. You tell him to get on all
fours, he does it. Tell him to suck you clean? Done.
So, with another thrown smirk at his teacher, he shrugs and waits for the day
to end.
The small boy looks around the empty classroom. "So, where's the guidance
counselor?" Yoongi asks, then shifts his vision to alone Namjoon in the middle.
"You're looking right at him." Namjoon states, and puts his notebooks on the
table. He proceeds to the door and locks it, with a click. The classroom was
pretty secure and Yoongi, with a new found curiosity, wondered why Namjoon had
to lock the door.
Yoongi sits on top of the table and swings his legs. Fuck chairs.
"You made it easier for me, Yoongi." Namjoon removes his coat and sits down on
a chair. "Easier."
"What do you mean?" Yoongi asks, and lays down on the table and putting both
his feet up. He holds his ass and rubs it, making sure Namjoon was there to see
it all.
"Why are you like this? Do you have some sort of sexual tension to relieve?"
One. His voice was still distant, but he was nearer than before.
"Oh, you really think of it sexually, don't you, Mr.Kim? Believe me, I'm doing
nothing of the sort." Yoongi says, voice lacing with mockery and sarcasm.
"Then I guess rubbing your ass infront of a teacher is appropriate? Are you
serious?" Two. He was two steps away from Yoongi. His voice was clearer and
deeper once he was close to him.
"I guess it's pretty natural." Yoongi, spreads his legs and leaves his hand on
top of his head, in a relaxed state. "I'm just here to chill."
"Min Yoongi, you're one extra ordinary student." One. Yoongi could already see
Namjoon inbetween his legs. He knows he wouldn't do anything to him, I mean he
was a student — until his own moans interrupted his train of thought.
Namjoon just had to put his palm on the place of his dick and casually rub
Yoongi off. This was something Yoongi did not expect.
"W-what are you doing?" He breathes out as Namjoon outs pressure on the lower
part of his body. His dick not half-hard from Namjoon rubbing his sensitive
spots.
"Depends on what you think. You lay here on the table, rubbing your ass and
legs spread apart." Namjoon murmurs, and leans forward to face Yoongi. "Should
I?"
Chapter End Notes
     t'was a bit rushed and cringy so anticipate edits!
***** naughty student pt 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     things get a little more heated
Chapter Notes
     continuation of the previous chapter since i reached 5k hits and 99
     likes which i really didn't expect sjdhsjdndn aaaaaaa you guys are
     amazing!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"You wouldn't." Yoongi growled. He has no interest with an older dominant man
fucking him. Submissive is what he likes, and ironically, Namjoon thought this
boy was a bottom.
Namjoon played with Yoongi's belt, tightening it then removing it from his hip.
"You're not stopping me." He says, voice fully defined and deeper than before.
"You're a teacher, you should—ah!" Namjoon bites Yoongi's thighs through the
cloth of his student's tight jeans.
"You...should...know your limits..." Yoongi clasps his hand over his mouth,
preventing anymore lewd sounds. He still has his clothes on, and he couldn't
imagine what could occur when he has it on the floor.
The taller brunette then leaves his thighs, his hot breath now fanning over
Yoongi's very much aroused dick. "And you're a student, you should know your
limits,"
Namjoon grabs a handful of Yoongi's hair and pulls it, earning a groan from his
student. "Mr. Min, I'll make a deal."
Yoongi's eyes flutter open as Namjoon's breath disappears. "What do you want?"
His eyebrows were knotted together, probably annoyed but mostly excited.
"If I am able to pleasure you with such antics, you'll stop doing shit during
my class." Namjoon looks at his student, who was very much irritated.
"But, if you think this..." his hands trail down the hem of Yoongi's shirt. "Is
not to appease your pleasurable tendencies, then you're free to do anything you
want during my class."
Truthfully, this was a one way street for Namjoon. He knows it'll end in one
thing — Yoongi's pride.
Namjoon knows Yoongi wouldn't let it pass to make seem like a teacher who
couldn't pleasure anyone. The end result is to clarify that himself.
Namjoon knows Yoongi will do anything to get his free time in class, he doesn't
know why – but knew Yoongi was desperate for a chance.
Yoongi stays silent for a moment, but grins as Namjoon. His ego believes his
literature teacher can't even put him as much in the edge of cumming (although
he is hard right now, he wants to believe that it was because he hooked up with
Jimin before he went there).
He wouldn't let himself believe, his boring teacher would be able to do such a
thing. Heck, Yoongi doesn't even believe the man is capable of maintaining a
good sex life.
"Fine, go ahead." With those words, Yoongi may or may not regret.
Namjoon smiles, a hint of mischievous hidden. He waste no time leaving kisses
down Yoongi's jawline to his exposed collarbone.
Yoongi suddenly felt fire roaring through his skin. Everything was suddenly
blurry, and all too fucking warm.
His teacher raises his chin, and kisses him hard. He doesn't wait for Yoongi to
give him permission, he squeezes his ass, and Yoongi gasps, earning him access
to his hot mouth.
He pushes Namjoon, and smirks. "What a lousy way to kiss someone," Yoongi
deadpans and Namjoon couldn't help but roll his eyes. He takes a good look at
him, cheeks flushed and lips slick with saliva.
"Let me do my work," Namjoon traces his lips, pressing down Yoongi's lower lip
and swiping it. "Your lips are so pouty, I've always wanted to do this."
Before Yoongi could ask,Namjoon indulges himself in another kiss and bites
Yoongi's lips. He couldn't help but groan.
Namjoon's large hands inch down on the hem of Yoongi's shirt and slowly rubs
his way up. With his hands, he guides his way to Yoongi's nipples and gently
massages it.
"I didn't know you were such a nipple tease." Yoongi scoffs as he breaks the
kiss. "You aren't doing much."
Namjoon stares at him. Apparently, not doing much was him with reddened cheeks,
goosebumps all over his body and a hard dick underneath his clothes.
Clothes. Right, Yoongi wanted more friction.
"If you wouldn't stop interfering then maybe," Yoongi sits up on the table,
looking at Namjoon blankly.
Namjoon quickly placed his hands on both sides of the student's hips and placed
him nearer, which he starts grinding on Yoongi's crotch.
Alluringly, he's set a pace, a slow but rough one. He could feel the shape of
his shaft, hitting Yoongi's. The friction, the cloth, he could feel Yoongi's
dick twitching – it was asking for more, more, more.
He stared at Yoongi, who was suddenly so quiet, trying to tone down the groans
he was emitting. Lips about to tear eachother apart from biting it.
"I wanna see your pretty little hole, and I wanna fuck you hard,and finally
hear you scream my name like the slut you are." Namjoon whispers in Yoongi's
ear, now weak from the touch.
"I...I'd l-like to s-see you try" was the only thing he could say.
In his weakened and vulnerable state, Namjoon flips Yoongi around so his ass
would face him. He couldn't believe the outstanding sight in front of him.
He removes Yoongi's pants quickly and Yoongi shudders as the sudden exposure.
His teacher, oh his teacher who was on the edge right now, from seeing his
plump ass.
Yoongi was a lot paler on the parts that the sun can't reach, and he wanted to
mark him so fucking bad. See purple bruises forming, and fuck, he wanted to
hear him whimper. It would be so pretty.
"So pretty, I want to eat the fuck out of you" Namjoon caresses his ass,
spreading it to reveal his pretty pink hole. "Tell me," Namjoon places his
thumb on Yoongi's rim, slowly rubbing it in circles.
"Tell you w-what?" Yoongi stutters as Namjoon circles his rim even more,
causing Yoongi to grab hold of the table. Honestly, Namjoon wasn't going to ask
anything, he merely wanted to hear him go weak when he speaks. It was all too
transparent. Yoongi could be easily pleased, or he was just very good at doing
this. Namjoon scoffed at his growing ego.
He slowly dips down and and presses his tongue on his entrance,he could hear
Yoongi's breath hitch. Shit, shit, shit, a bunch of curse words were flowing
through Yoongi's head, first, because he can not be surrendering himself and
second, it felt so good and his body was screaming more. He swears he feels his
inside tighten when Namjoon starts licking, fucking licking his entrance.
No, he won't lose. Yoongi didn't want to lose.
It all broke down when Namjoon finally entered his tongue inside his pretty
hole. Yoongi suddenly cried at the wave of pleasure it brought and was still
spreading out his whole system.
"F-fuck," he whimpers and Namjoon couldn't help but be more motivated to lick
him further down. "You like that?"
Yoongi ignores him, and Namjoon sets a brutal pace, licking in, out and god,
Yoongi was hysterical. His mind was slowly drowning in the uncontrollable
pleasure, he was loosing it and he wanted to moan so desperately.
He could feel it, every drop of saliva, the movement of his tongue as it
entered and left to slowly trace the rim one again.
Namjoon takes off his own pants, leaving it leveled down to his feet. "Fuck, I
need to prepare you."
"Haven't you prepared me long enough, now?" Yoongi manages to speak out clearly
but after that, he tries to catch his breath.
"Oh baby," Namjoon inserts a finger, leaving Yoongi pliant. "I'll have you know
that I'm quite big."
He slowly thrusts in and out, terrifyingly steadily. Then he enters a second
finger, and Yoongi's hips moves forward. Namjoon's free hand had to put him
back to his place.
"You can't cum yet, not when I haven't fucked you. Understood?" Namjoon leaves
his two fingers motionless inside of him.
"You can't make me cum," Up until now, Yoongi still has grasps on his crumbling
pride. Namjoon could give him the most explosive orgasm, and he knows it, he
just chooses to ignore it.
"Suit yourself." Namjoon starts scissoring him and hits that one exact spot,
which sent Yoongi moaning out loud. "N-Namjoon!"
"So, so pretty when you say my name like that" Yoongi was flustered, he did
that, he just did that.
Namjoon's thrust were completely on the spot and Yoongi's hips stutter at every
contact and he could feel the tight coil inside him.
"I..I think—" At exactly that moment, Namjoon takes off his fingers and Yoongi
sighs. But, he was still on the edge.
"What did I tell you?" Namjoon asks. "I don't follow your orders." Yoongi
counters, but he knows he was beyond embarrassed from the number of times he
actually submitted himself to him.
"Eitherway, you'll lose the deal, Yoongi...if you cum," Namjoon smirks,
slapping his ass, a huge red mark now forming.
"Now is the time to prove how much of a cumslut you are, baby boy" He shivers
at the nickname, but even more when he feels his dick in his entrance.
Namjoon was teasing him, a lot, for that matter. He would put in a small part
but rub all over his ass. Yoongi could feel his pre-cum drop down, he was
desperate for a release.
"Namjoon, Mr. Kim, Are you really up for this shi— FUCK" Yoongi cries as he
took him while in one big go. Namjoon didn't even wait for him to adjust, he
just kept thrusting and thrusting and thrusting.
The table was shaking, and Namjoon was fucking rough — and that was when
Yoongi's pride and ego vanishes.
"N-Namjoon....it, ah—AH!" The atmosphere was filled with Namjoon's grunts and
Yoongi's whimpers, brain practically muddled because every time Namjoon would
hit the right spot and sent him to euphoria.
This was the cue for Namjoon, after seeing his dick easily slide in and out of
his pretty ass, he wanted to see how Yoongi was enjoying it. He flipped him
over, facing him, and he lifts one leg to get a better angle. Yoongi's hips
stutter at every movement.
His large cock fills in Yoongi deeper, and he fucking whines. "S-shit..."
Namjoon takes a good look at him, eyes closed, mouth open and hands tightly
secured on the table. It was a beautiful sight.
"Open your eyes." Namjoon demanded as he thrusts one again, deeper inside of
him. Yoongi does and he cries, face filled with tears. It just felt so good, he
couldn't process anything but the sensation between his ass.
Namjoon could see it. Yoongi wasn't thinking straight anymore. He just wanted
him. "Fucking beautiful, baby boy, You fit me so good. My cock was made to fill
your pretty little ass up." he whispers, as he goes in and out, the slapping of
their bodies making the most lewd sound.
He swipes Yoongi's hair and tugs at it, earning a moan from his student. "Look
at me, baby boy" and Yoongi does, he looks at him and whimpers, cries, moans,
as he felt the tight knot growing bigger inside of him.
"Scream my name, I know you want to," He tugs at his hair harsher. "Namjoon,
Namjoon,N-Namjoon!" He kept repeating it, others not understandable being
clogged and choked down by moans.
His lips were wide open and eyes staring directly at him, as he looks at him,
saying that he will cum soon. So, Namjoon helps him.
He release his grip on his hair and grasps Yoongi's dick, which is leaking a
lot. Drops of pre-cum almost lathering the whole thing, along with the sweat
that came from both of them.
He gently pumps it, Yoongi getting more sensitive at the moment. He doesn't
know what it is, but it was irritatingly good.
"Namjoon," he chokes as he orgasms mid-thrust, covering himself up in his own
cum, screaming and whimpering his teacher's name. He swears he saw stars.
Namjoon won and he was content. Yoongi, covered in cum, was a sight to see.
Yoongi's body was shaking, the aftershock of his orgasm still racking through
his whole body. With a few more sloppy thrusts, Namjoon fills him in and Yoongi
could feel the cum leaking out of him.
"You won." Yoongi sounds defeated. "You won."
"I did," and Namjoon pulls himself out. "I won."
Yoongi sighs at the lost of contact, although he feels ridiculously empty.
Namjoon sees his cum covered body and licks it, and Yoongi still sensitive,
shudders.
"You taste so nice," he compliments and Yoongi pouts. "I fucking lost."
"You didn't lose anything. I'll let you do anything in class."
"W-what? Wasn't the deal...I know I'm like this but I'm a man of my word."
Yoongi looks around, trying to find his pants.
"You'll lose your guidance counseling session, then." Namjoon gives a much too
innocent smile, dimple popping out on his right cheek.
Yoongi is awed.
"Plus, I know you're listening. You actually get high ratings. It's just that,
what you do is so distracting, you know?"
"Where are we getting at?"
"Don't do those things in front of them," Namjoon leans in for a peck on
Yoongi's soft lips. "Only do it in front of me."
It suddenly clicks. Right.
"I look forward to our next counseling session then." Yoongi smirks and stands
up, legs still wobbly.
In this case, they both won the bet.
Chapter End Notes
     sin sin sin sin sin sin sin sin sIn sin SiN SIN SIN SOMEONE PASS ME
     HOLY WATER
     edit: 100 kudos!! love you all
***** overly zealous *****
Chapter Summary
     after yoongi had the intense session with namjoon, freshman park
     jimin was waiting for him outside the corridor
Chapter Notes
     it's connected to the recent two chapters also guess what ship hoho
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jimin was astonished, as he couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was
Yoongi, the same Yoongi who was so rough on him he couldn't walk for a whole
damn week. If it wasn't for his intense affection towards him, he could've hit
him straight on the face because he couldn't dance because of him.
He took another glance at the classroom door and curses it for being locked,
and the fact that it doesn't have windows so you could see the inside from the
hallway.
But now, he was hearing him whimpering. He was sure it was him, he heard the
same voice about a hundred times now, telling him, whispering to him, words
that should only be uttered between the two of them.
Then, it went silent. Dead silent. 
Jimin scurried off to the corner to hide himself, but enough to see Yoongi walk
out of the classroom, belt in hand and walking is such an awkward stance. The
freshman takes a closer look.
Bright bruises were on his neck, his lips red, eyes glossy and hair all over
the place. Looking down at his pants, there were some stains that were too
obvious. It was a clear case on what took place.
"Hyung?" He softly says, voice toned down so only he could hear. Yoongi pauses
and Jimin's heart stops for a moment. Then, he shakes his head and cusses,
"Fucking hell, I can't walk properly." 
A chuckle comes after him and his teacher, the tall and seemingly soft
literature teacher comes out of the room and follows after Yoongi. "I'm sorry
for that, I could excuse you for the next class. Tell the teachers you sprained
your leg or something." Namjoon says, while clinging next to Yoongi.
"I'm no weak shit, Namjoon." Yoongi looks back at Namjoon and smiles at him.
Jimin frowns, this was more than a teacher to student relationship. Yoongi said
they would meet again after his counseling session.
Yet, it looks like he totally forgot about it. 
Namjoon pushes back Yoongi's hair and softly leaves a ghost of a kiss on his
forehead. "Friday, same time, I'm free," 
Yoongi turns around from Namjoon and crosses his arms. "You're really expectant
on our counseling sessions, huh?" He walks again, but his legs were so weak he
almost stumbles down.
His teacher caught him by the waist and gives his dimple popping smile. "Very,"
and with that, they walk away, Namjoon's hands on Yoongi's waist. Along the
way, Jimin could hear the two deciding an excuse on why they were like that. He
didn't hear what final excuse they decided on.
One thing was clear, though. Yoongi would seldom ask for him now, or Yoongi
wouldn't even need Jimin now. Yoongi already has someone who could help him
come undone, and that was the end of it.
Jimin leans back on the wall, and still couldn't believe the sudden switch of
reality. He sighs and heads to the bathroom, in hopes of refreshing himself
rather than stressing this out.
But, the thing was, everytime he was stressed out...Yoongi would either fuck
him or suck him off. It was a mutual thing, but he just lost it in a matter of
one counseling session. 
He couldn't take it, he wanted to come. He wanted to relieve his stress, so he
goes in one of the cubicles and slams the door. Quickly taking off his pants,
Jimin stares at his dick.
The freshman sits down and spreads his legs, slowly taking hold of his cock and
slides his hand up and down. Closing his eyes shut, he imagines all the times
he's been fucked into overstimulation.
The time he was bent over so fucking hard that Yoongi's dick seemed to reach
the deepest part of his ass. The time where he sat on Yoongi's face, the older
eating him out as he tried to suffice his moans. That time Yoongi fucked him
raw, but how sickeningly good it was.
Jimin thought and thought about all the things that happened, and he could see
his dick already dripping with pre-cum on it's slit. "A-ah..."he moans, as he
plays with the pre-cum with his finger.
He pumps again, going at a faster speed. His hips lunging forward, but he stops
as he noticed someone open the door and he could see the person in front of
him, eyes wide as he stared down at Jimin. It hit him that he indeed slammed
the door, but stupid him forgot to actually lock it.
"FUCK," The stranger shouts but stays at his place. He couldn't move, but he
couldn't decide on why he couldn't move. Maybe it was because he was still in
great shock, or this student in front of him, masturbating.
Jimin hurriedly shuts his legs shut, but hurts himself once he remembers that
he was actually hard at the moment, and he fucking whines. Right in front of
the stranger, who was still all eyes on him.
"Holy shit, you're Park Jimin from the first year?" The stranger asks, too
smoothly for a situation like this. His voice was a bit high too, so it was a
bit surprising. Jimin stares at him and takes in his features, a long face,
sharp jaw line and nose, but mostly because he still wouldn't fucking leave.
He tries to look for his pants, and leave because this day has most gone
downhill, but the stranger speaks again. "You wanted to join our dance crew?
Was it you?" This catches his attention.
"W-who are you?" He gulps, slowly spreading his legs apart again, even if it
was just a little because his hard dick hurts so much and he just wants to
cum. 
"Jung Hoseok, member and leader of the dance crew." He says, looking at Jimin,
but Jimin could swear his eyes drifted off to his very much aroused dick which
is standing upright.
"I'm sorry, you had to see me like this... it's embarrassing. Please go now."
He says, retrieving his pants and standing up. But, his fucking dick wouldn't
cooperate and once he stood up, he felt the hardness against himself.
Jimin whines. He whined in front of Hoseok.
The dance crew leader eyes darkened seeing the freshman act like this. He
didn't want to admit, but ever since he's been informed about a freshman
joining their crew, he was curious. Now, he's right in front of him, but he
never expected it to be this way.
"I— this is..." Jimin was cut off as he felt another twinge on his dick, and
curses himself, and asks the heavens on fucking hell, why now? "Shit, I'm
sorry. Please move, I want to get out. Please leave too, forget this encounter
happened." 
Hoseok then whispers the most unexpected words. 
"Want me to help you with that?" 
And Jimin, so tired and done, just wanted a release, a wave of pleasure...
Although, he knows asking a person he's only heard about twice, once from
another dance crew member and second from him, himself just a while ago would
be something he would regret later on...
"Is it okay? I'm just really desperate for me to cum, fuck," Jimin practically
cries.
"Guess that's a yes?" Hoseok suddenly walks up to him, Jimin stepping back. He
closes the door and makes sure to lock it.
"Do you want me to make you cum?" 
Chapter End Notes
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