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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Character:
      Jeon_Jungkook, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Priests, Age_Difference, Dirty_Talk, Public_Sex,
      Non-Penetrative_Sex, Dom/sub_Undertones, Underage_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-15 Words: 3231
****** 罪人 (for i have sinned) ******
by minyocngi
Summary
     jungkook tastes faintly of peppermint, and yoongi tastes guilt on his
     tongue. but he doesn’t hope for redemption.
Notes
     somehow i managed weave some plot into this but it's 90% porn i can't
     believe i wrote this someone drown me in holy water i have sinned too
     much
     also forgot to mention this but this was inspired by chiefpuppy's
     drawing of a priest!yoongi go support his art!!
     reminder that jungkook is 17 and yoongi is 30 + mentions of
     bullying!! please don't read if you feel uncomfortable
See the end of the work for more notes
the smell of citrus sits snug in yoongi's nose.
it's not a surprise they make ceremonial candles with flavours now, and yoongi
thinks they're quite nice, a sense of freshness in the suffocating spaces of
the church. he savours the quietness of mondays, accompanied by the sounds of
chirping birds and the autumn breeze’s whispers through the maple leaves,
occasionally distant yelling from the children at the swings down the road. he
inhales deeply as if to drown himself in the tranquility, but it was quickly
broken by a familiar voice and hurried footsteps approaching him.
“yoongi hyung!”
the exhale yoongi lets out is a pained one.
he turns to see jungkook running towards him, his mustard yellow blazer like a
warning sign sticking out for attention, backpack swinging up and down
vigorously due to his movements. there's a genuine smile on the boy's face as
he stops before yoongi, and yoongi can't help feeling a bit lightheaded and
fluttery by the sheer attention jungkook gives him.
"it's father yoongi for you, you brat." he corrects with a bite but jungkook
only smiles wider, eyes big and bright.
"it's always been yoongi hyung." yoongi gives him a glare in return. he's not
wrong, though; it has alwaysbeen 'yoongi hyung' ever since they became next-
door neighbours, when yoongi started babysitting jungkook because his parents
were always busy working ("jungkook-ah, this is yoongi from next door. say hi!"
"hi, yoongi hyung!"), when the boy had favours to ask, shy and timid ("can you
teach me h-how to solve this, yoongi hyung?") and when jungkook was writhing in
his lap, his basketball shorts discarded somewhere on the floor, skinny arms
wrapped around yoongi's neck and mouth hot against his ear ("ah-it feels,
weird, yoongi hyung,"). the intimacy of the title just weighs too much on
yoongi's shoulder now.
"what are you doing here? don't you have school?" he pushes at the bridge of
his glasses and goes back to lighting more candles, abandoning any wandering
thoughts, jungkook trailing behind him like a giant puppy. there's a hint of
reluctance in jungkook's voice when he replies.
"i just, didn't feel like going today,”
“really?” yoongi pushes. it’s rare for jungkook to skip school; the last time
he did, yoongi remembers scattered bruises, a busted lip and a waterfall of
tears.
“yeah.” yoongi doesn’t miss the lie in his tone, barely hidden in his presence.
he swings around to face jungkook and when their eyes meet, jungkook’s quickly
dart away in shock.
“give me your hands.” he demands, not too loud but enough for jungkook to turn
away from him, a sign of anxiousness, teeth sinking into his lower lip. yoongi
sighs.
“jungkook-ah.” he holds his hand out as an invitation and jungkook’s
stubbornness melts completely after a few seconds, placing his right hand in
yoongi’s. there’s dried blood sticking to his knuckles and a few scratches
overlapping light purple, and jungkook hisses when yoongi soothes his thumb
over them, feathery light. yoongi doesn’t say anything when he grabs jungkook’s
wrist and walks towards to a private room down the hallway, closing the door
behind him.
“sit down.”
jungkook obeys, placing himself down on a nearby stool. the sunlight seeping
through the ivory curtains welcomes jungkook with its warm rays as he waits for
yoongi, who is currently rummaging through the cupboard for something. he
retrieves a first aid kit not long after and sits down opposite to jungkook,
taking out an abundance of bandages of different sizes, cotton balls and a
bottle of saline solution. yoongi works in silence, cleaning the wounds with
dampen cotton balls delicately and jungkook tries not to flinch in pain, his
heartbeat ringing loud in his ears. this is oddly intimate, jungkook thinks, as
a faint blush starts to spread over his cheeks, warm like the sunlight on his
back. soon, yoongi is finished, leaving jungkook with unusually shaped bandages
fitted over his knuckles and fingers, heart in his throat and butterflies in
his stomach.
“we’re going to the confessional.” yoongi mutters as he exits the room, leaving
jungkook sitting in silence with a foul taste in his mouth. he enters the
confessional first, jungkook arriving in the space next to him after a few
seconds. the air in the space makes it hard for yoongi to make out words - he’s
done this countless of times, listening to strangers plagued with sin,
redeeming them with a metaphorical sense of forgiveness but doing this with
jungkook is a whole different matter, his presence too much like home itself.
he takes a deep breath and tries to ignore the sweat pooling in his palms.
“make the sign of the cross first, then say “bless me father, for i have
sinned.” after that, you’re going to tell me everything you did before you came
here, understand?”
“yes, yoongi hyung.” jungkook says quietly, running his hand through his hair
before he continues. “in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the
holy spirit. bless me father, for i have sinned. i lied when i said i didn’t
feel like going to school. i did go, but not for long until they came for me
again, this time in the toilets.” he stops, fingers fiddling with his shirt and
yoongi holds his breath.
“it’s been awhile since they came to me so i guess that’s why they were so
aggressive this time. they pushed me to the ground a-and, there was just, a lot
of kicking and laughing and they called me horrible names–” jungkook’s voice
shivers ever so lightly and yoongi hears it loud and clear, the way jungkook
tries to swallow his tears because he isn’t young anymore, and yoongi feels
like there are needles in his heart, prickling with hurt. jungkook stops
talking for a few moments but when he starts again, it’s airy, as if the pain
is lifted off his shoulders.
“hyung, remember that time i was bullied in junior high? and i came running to
you with a busted lip, crying like a baby.” how could i forget? yoongi wants to
say, but his voice is stuck in his throat, unable to make a sound. “i couldn’t
stop crying because every part of my body was hurting so badly but--” he
sniffles. “but you were there and you hugged me, so tight i couldn’t breathe
and you looked me in the eyes, a-and you told me i was strong even though i had
snot all over my nose and tear stains on my uniform.” yoongi doesn’t realise
his hands are clenched into fists until his nails are digging deep into his
palm, the sound of his heartbeat like drums in his ears. drowned in his
emotions, he thinks he hears a choked moan from jungkook’s side of the
confessional. he feels slightly insane.
“so i stood up for myself and i-i punched back - that’s why my knuckles were
cut,” jungkook sounds breathless and yoongi can’t tell if he’s hallucinating or
not because he’s too overwhelmed to think rationally, everything bubbling too
vividly and violently in his chest. maybe it’s just sentiment, but jungkook
always has a way of messing with his train of thought, making him feel too much
and nothing at the same time.
“ah–” there it is again - this time a small whimper, followed by an exhale. in
the most inappropriate occasion possible, yoongi absentmindedly reminds himself
of how much it sounds like the time when jungkook was writhing in his lap, his
basketball shorts somewhere discarded on the floor–
“i’m sorry i lied to you, hyung,” jungkook’s soft apology cuts through his
thoughts abruptly but it’s too late, yoongi’s cock is half-hard in his pants, a
small tent growing under the fabric. just as he tries to will it down, jungkook
moans again, this time a bit more louder, shameless.
“sorry hyung–ah–i’m, so sorry–” yoongi’s mouth is dry as he tries to form some
kind of a question on his tongue but it comes out ragged, as if his voice has
been grated on sandpaper.
“what are you doing, jungkook?” he gulps, embarrassingly loud. jungkook chokes
on a sob, too needy and vulnerable, and it only arouses yoongi even more.
“i’m, s-sorry hyung, it feels good, i can’t stop–” no, jungkook can’t be–
“jungkook–”
“yoongi h-hyung, please, i-i,”
“you can’t be doing this–”
“it was s-so warm, your hug, yoongi hyung, i-i could feel it right now,”
“stop–”
“i want you to touch m-me again, please, hyung, i’m so hard–i promise, i won’t
lie to you again, just, please hyung, i need y-you,”
yoongi feels like he’s out of his mind, too much, it’s too much–
“let me–let me be your good boy,”
and he snaps.
it’s all a rush from there, head in the clouds, his body moving on its own.
every part of him - rationalparts of him - screams to hold him back but he
opens the door to jungkook’s side of the confessional before he knows it and
there it lies - the sin in which the heavens spoke of, in the form of
unbuttoned clothes and unfiltered whimpers, teary eyes looking right back at
him.
jungkook smiles and yoongi’s heart aches, tenderly.
“yoongi hyung…”
it’s a shameful sight yet yoongi thinks it’s the most beautiful he’s ever seen,
jungkook’s own hand around his cock, pink tip peeking through his fist with
pre-cum dripping down his fingers, a sheen of sweat covering his flushed
cheeks. something unnameable rushes through yoongi when he sees jungkook so
desperate for him, his chest winded so tightly it’s hard to breathe. he bends
down to kiss jungkook instead (reminding himself how much of an obstacle
glasses are), jungkook keening into his mouth when he curls his fingers around
his chin. their tongues curl violently and there’s spit falling out of the
corner of jungkook’s lips, the boy acting like the horny teenager he is, his
head numb with lust, making little, obscene noises at the back of his throat
and yoongi’s cock throbs, feeling a little too lightheaded. jungkook starts
jerking off again but yoongi seize his movements, capturing his wrist and
pinning it against the wall, jungkook’s cry muffled in his mouth.
“behave.” yoongi croaks, licking at jungkook’s lower lip. jungkook sobs
helplessly as he humps up into nothing, fingers turning white from gripping
onto the seat. he desperately wants to take care of jungkook, put him in his
lap and pamper him with feathery kisses and soft touches, but he knows jungkook
wants more than that, wants his control, wants his everything that he can give
to him. though at the back of his mind, yoongi tells himself jungkook deserves
more than what he can give to him.
“let me take care of you.” yoongi whispers into jungkook’s mouth as he wraps
his hand around jungkook’s cock, and jungkook’s arms fly around yoongi, burying
his face into the crook of his neck. he starts pumping, lightly at first, but
it already has jungkook writhing beneath him, hips twitching slightly to meet
yoongi’s movements. as much as yoongi doesn’t want to admit it, jungkook is big
for a teenager, thick in the base and so full in his palm - he swipes his thumb
across the head, dipping into the pool of milky fluid and jungkook’s cock
throbs, the sight of jungkook so sensitive it almost makes yoongi cum in his
pants. yoongi frowns in exasperation, nuzzling his face into jungkook’s hair.
“you're such a good boy, jungkook-ah, such a good boy for hyung,” it feels so
natural, the way the praises fall out of his mouth and jungkook takes it all
in, panting hot breaths into yoongi’s skin, drinking down yoongi’s compliments
greedily as he ruts into yoongi’s fist in a frenzied rhythm, so eager to
please.
“y-yoongi hyung, yoongi hyung please–”
“please what? tell hyung what you want,” yoongi increases his pace, moving his
hand in earnest and the wet sounds of liquid sloshing in between yoongi’s
fingers echoes throughout the confessional, jungkook’s lewd moans blending in
perfectly like music to yoongi’s ears. the fact exhibitionism excites yoongi,
blood boiling, makes him feel dirty right down to the very core, too young and
too reckless.
“i-i want to come, hyung, i’m so close, gonna come–” jungkook chants in quicken
breaths, his fingers clawing at whatever fabric he finds on yoongi, hanging on
like a lifeline.
“come, baby boy, you're doing so good,” it slips out of yoongi’s mouth easily,
and that's all it takes - jungkook suddenly hiccups and he lets loose, yoongi
pressing his mouth against the boy’s just in time to swallow down his noises, a
spurt of fresh cum coating yoongi’s fingers. he milks jungkook while kissing
him gently until he's almost too sensitive, hips shivering and hand falling
down to weakly grip at yoongi’s wrist.
time slows down as their breaths start to align with each other, a kind of
tenderness growing in the still air. when they break apart, yoongi drops a
fleeting kiss on jungkook’s eyelid, watching jungkook’s eyes flutter open with
clouded pupils, yet they shine like the moon on a hazy night, softly glowing
around the edges. but like the walking contradiction he is, jungkook brings
yoongi’s cum-coated hand to his mouth and licks his own cum off, lacing his
tongue in between yoongi’s bony knuckles. yoongi sucks in a huge breath,
suddenly feeling like he's seventeen all over again.
“you fucking–” jungkook cuts off yoongi’s words when he sucks on yoongi’s
thumb, taking the whole digit into his mouth as if to mimic a blowjob and
yoongi tries not be distracted by the plump, cherry red lips hot around him,
“slut.”
a wicked glint flashes quickly across jungkook’s eyes. “only your slut.”
yoongi bursts at that, catching jungkook’s jaw with his fingers and caging the
muscle with his thumb, a silent warning and a hint of threat resting heavily on
jungkook’s tongue. jungkook lets out a weak whimper and yoongi knows damn well
he shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he is right now.
“you wanna be my slut so bad, huh? want my dick so bad you can’t even keep your
hands to yourself in public,” he loosens his thumb to let jungkook respond.
“yes, yes hyung, want your dick–wanna suck you off, so bad, p-please,” jungkook
gets teary eyed again, almost resembling like an abandoned puppy begging to be
taken home. old habits die hard, yoongi thinks at the back of his mind when he
sees saltwater threatening to fall from the corner of jungkook’s eyes; the boy
has always had the tendency to cry when he wants something badly, as much as he
tries to hold it in because big boys don’t cry, yoongi remembers a younger him
telling little jungkook - but still they fall, as if jungkook loses a part of
himself in exchange for something he wants, even if it’s something he deserves
to have. yoongi softens at the thought, immediately regretting his harshness.
“fuck–i’m sorry baby, you can have it, it’s all yours,” he lets his hand fall
to cup jungkook’s neck and brushes jungkook’s bangs off his sweaty forehead,
finding himself naturally kissing his tears away. jungkook chokes back a sob
and slowly rises from the seat, swapping positions with yoongi, nuzzling into
yoongi’s hand before he falls to his knees, burying his face into yoongi’s
crotch while his hands work at yoongi’s belt. as soon as the zipper is pulled
down, jungkook takes a hefty whiff of yoongi’s scent, mouthing mindlessly at
the grey fabric of yoongi’s underwear. yoongi chuckles.
“hey, easy, tiger,” he watches the tips of jungkook’s ears turn pink intently,
his hands creeping towards them to massage the shells lightly. jungkook feels
his face heat up in embarrassment but he takes the assertive to pull down
yoongi’s underwear, his cock a deep shade of red resting on his stomach. he
stares in awe for a while until yoongi’s voice interrupts him, unusually soft.
“go on - it’s yours.” and jungkook dives into it, eyes closed, dragging his
lips along the sticky shaft before taking all of yoongi into his mouth, not a
sign of discomfort visible. yoongi’s whole body strains, gasping, his fingers
unconsciously gripping onto jungkook’s strands of caramel hair because
jungkook’s mouth feels like heaven, or something close to heaven and where the
fuck did he learn this–
“shit, jungkook–” yoongi is running out of breath and somehow he’s drowning, in
sin perhaps, because jungkook presses his tongue along the underside of his
cock, sucking deliciously like a kid with a lollipop, unwilling to let go of
it. it takes every last bit of his willpower to not buckle up into jungkook’s
mouth, even though he gets a feeling that he can and jungkook would not gag or
falter, and that thought makes his cock twitch inside the wetness, drawing a
lazy moan from the younger. he twists his head on an angle and opens his eyes,
the shape of yoongi’s cock jutting out beautifully inside his cheek with fluids
trickling down his chin and yoongi wonders if this is what a fallen angel looks
like, a seventeen-year-old in his school uniform with a mouth full of cock, too
bad and too sweet at the same time.
jungkook doesn't break eye contact when he deliberately licks a long stripe
from the bottom to the top of yoongi’s dick, all misty pupils and dewy
eyelashes, looking thoroughly fucked out. he stops for a moment, resting his
face against the length and what he says next is something yoongi never
would've expected to hear at this time, at this exact moment.
“father yoongi…” jungkook drawls in a manner too vulgar for a kid like him,
pressing light kisses all over the cock in his hand that's throbbing against
his lips. the word feels out of place coming out of jungkook’s mouth, but still
it burns wild fire in the pit of yoongi’s stomach, setting it ablaze with want
and hunger. yoongi doesn't say anything as he clenches jungkook’s jaw open with
one hand and pushes him towards his leaking cock, sliding in easily till it
hits the back of jungkook’s throat, jungkook going slack quickly to take more
of yoongi’s length into his mouth.
“that's my boy,” he smiles instead to ignore the shame eating away at him and
concentrates on jungkook, so pliant and pretty with the sloppy mess of drool
and precum around his mouth, his fat cock just as hard as before. it doesn't
take long for yoongi to orgasm; when jungkook decides to hollow his cheeks on a
particular thrust he almost explodes, cumming hot and heavy on jungkook’s
tongue with the boy eagerly swallowing all of it, nursing on the tip until
yoongi pushes him away hastily with a loud pop that makes jungkook whine for
more. they both sit silence catching their breaths, jungkook's face on yoongi's
thigh and yoongi's hand in jungkook's hair, combing through the hazel hair in a
comforting rhythm.
reality is going to hit him hard like a brick wall but until then yoongi only
hopes for time, as he pushes at the bridge of his gold-framed glasses, so he
could indulge in jungkook’s honey smiles for a little longer and think about
how perfectly jungkook’s hand fits in his without guilt weighing on his
shoulders.
End Notes
     confused and in denial yoongi is really fitting for a priest au with
     the age difference and all ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) i might make this into a
     series actually
     anyway thanks for reading!! hmu on my tumblr ♡
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