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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jeongguk_|_Jungkook/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Character:
      Jeon_Jeongguk_|_Jungkook, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Additional Tags:
      Power_Switch, idk_reward_sex??_cool, underage_tag_STILL_just_in_case
      theyre_technically_like..._a_yr_apart_here_okay_listen
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-30 Words: 2490
****** straight A's ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Yoongi thinks that such good grades are outstanding. So he's got to
     give Jungkook some sort of reward.
Notes
     this is the smut i actually like. Cool.
     blame this on my boyfriend too he's a trash baby he knows nothing but
     garbage (jk i love u)
 
“So… you’re telling me that you literally got straight A’s?”
“Yeah!”
“And your parents aren’t doing anything at all for you?”
Jungkook laughs, switching his phone from one ear to the other. “It’s not like
it’s some new development, I’ve gotten straight A’s for the past three
semesters… my parents are just used to it, I guess.”
There’s a moment of silence before, “Jesus Christ, I do good to get all C’s.”
“Well, I’ve tried to help you…” Jungkook trails off, and he knows that if
Yoongi were in front of him right then, he’d be rolling his eyes.
“Don’t start on me, or I- I won’t give you a reward, how about that?”
“Oh?” Jungkook flops so he’s laying on his back, fidgety as usual when on the
phone with anyone. “What exactly were you going to give me- wait a second.”
Yoongi laughs loudly from the other end of the line and Jungkook feels his face
go hot. “Yeah, yeah,” Yoongi says, still chuckling, “you’ve got it, yeah.
Interested?”
Jungkook’s flustered, but not dishonest. “Well… yeah, of course, jeez.”
“Alright, cool. How about this weekend, then?”
“Yeah, that’s- that’ll be alright, yeah.”
 
“So, good news,” Jungkook says, holding onto Yoongi’s arm as they walk. “My
parents are gone for the day.”
Yoongi nods, grabbing one of Jungkook’s hands so he can squeeze it tight.
“Cool, cool. Just what I wanted, actually, what time can I come over?”
“Oh, they already left.” Jungkook smiles at Yoongi, noticing that he’s gotten a
little bit taller than him. “So you can come over aaaanytime you want.”
Yoongi grins, stopping them briefly so he can kiss Jungkook. “I’ll come over
right now, then.”
Jungkook giggles, nuzzling his face against Yoongi’s before starting to walk
again, pulling Yoongi in the direction of his house instead of Yoongi’s own.
“Come with me, then.”
Once at Jungkook’s house, Jungkook offers Yoongi a drink out of habit. Yoongi
accepts, then catches Jungkook’s waist while he’s on his way to the fridge and
kisses him, different from earlier, open mouthed and somewhat hard. Jungkook
makes a noise of surprise, then twists in Yoongi’s grasp so he can put his arms
around his neck.
“Skip the small talk, babe,” Yoongi whispers once he’s pulled away, and
Jungkook nods, already breathless. “Come on, upstairs.”
Jungkook nods once more, walking with Yoongi upstairs and holding onto his hand
tightly. He’s positively tingling with excitement, because if Yoongi planned
something special, he’s not going to be disappointed.
Yoongi makes a disdainful noise when he steps into Jungkook’s room, kicking a
pair of dirty jeans away from the door. “Jesus, Jungkook, clean your damn
room.”
“I’m sorry, my mom doesn’t tell me to do it anymore so I just... I forget…”
Jungkook lets go of Yoongi’s hand and Yoongi turns to him, smiling.
“It’s alright, it’s kinda cute. You’re cute, babe.” Yoongi reaches over and
touches Jungkook’s cheek lightly, and Jungkook smiles, laying his hand over
Yoongi’s.
“Thanks,” Jungkook whispers, stepping closer and going for a kiss. Yoongi
dodges him, nestling his face in Jungkook’s neck instead and kissing along his
jawline, then dropping his hands to Jungkook’s waist and pulling him backwards,
walking them to the bed and then sitting down.
Yoongi pulls Jungkook into his lap and Jungkook settles down, loosening his own
tie but letting Yoongi unbutton his shirt for him. Yoongi kisses down the side
of Jungkook’s neck, pausing to push Jungkook’s shirt aside and kiss at the bare
skin of his shoulder.
Jungkook shivers, idly twisting a bit of Yoongi’s hair around his fingers, and
eventually whispering, “What do you have planned?”
Yoongi pulls away, looking at Jungkook with something close to mischief in his
eyes. “Something you’ll like, babe. Here, here.” Yoongi motions for Jungkook to
sit beside him instead and Jungkook complies, looking up at Yoongi with cheeks
red. “Lay down, babe.”
Jungkook nods, wiggling up onto the bed and propping himself up on his elbows
so he can watch Yoongi. Yoongi stares at him a moment before digging his phone
out of his pocket, asking, maybe a bit shyly, if he can take a picture.
Jungkook says yes, of course, because he knows if Yoongi takes a picture, he
really likes what he sees and doesn’t want to forget it, and it makes Jungkook
feel special whenever Yoongi asks.
Yoongi lifts his phone up, stepping back a bit so he can get a better shot, and
Jungkook can’t help but smile just as Yoongi takes the picture. “Perfect,
perfect,” Yoongi says, smile on his face as he walks close to Jungkook again
and turns the phone around so he can see.
Jungkook makes a noise of almost awe, eyes moving to his flushed face and wide
eyes, smile innocent like he wasn’t totally about to be fucked. Yoongi grins
and puts his phone away, then reaches over and pushes Jungkook’s shirt off of
his other shoulder and leans over to bite the smooth skin, but stops just
short, teeth raking across Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jungkook gasps, reaching for Yoongi’s hand and getting his forearm instead,
squeezing tight. He doesn’t let go as Yoongi kisses down his chest and across
his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his pants, nuzzling his face against
the hair that peeks out.
Yoongi cuts his eyes up to Jungkook and grins, kissing around Jungkook’s navel.
“Gets cuter every time I see it.”
Jungkook whines in response and Yoongi chuckles, sitting upright after undoing
Jungkook’s pants and pulling them off in one smooth motion, catching one of
Jungkook’s ankles and kissing the side of it, then kissing along his leg until
he ends up settled between Jungkook’s legs. Jungkook holds his breath in
anticipation and then makes a needy noise in the back of his throat when Yoongi
mouths at his dick through his underwear, elbows sliding out from under him and
head hitting the pillow with a dull fwump.
“Where do you have your lube hidden?” Yoongi asks, sitting up, and Jungkook has
to think for a moment.
“U-Uh, it’s, it’s in my underwear drawer, yeah… god, please don’t get up- ah!”
“Shh, shh,” Yoongi says, palming at Jungkook’s dick while he gets up, fingers
slipping away just as Jungkook starts trembling, leaving Jungkook breathless.
He gets up to get the lube, Jungkook’s eyes following him as he walks across
the room, hair already messy and knees a bit wobbly. It makes Jungkook smile a
bit, that Yoongi’s so affected by him even this early, and he makes a point to
not wipe the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes away as Yoongi walks
back, purple bottle in hand.
Yoongi notices, of course, and stoops to kiss under Jungkook’s eyes, wiping his
wet eyelashes with his thumb before returning to his previous position between
Jungkook’s legs. He lets the lube bottle flop onto the bed covers and hooks his
fingers in his tie, loosening it and looking at Jungkook. “You wanna do it?”
“Do what- oh. Yeah, yeah, uh- help me.” Jungkook extends his arms, wiggling his
fingers, and Yoongi laughs and snatches his hands, letting Jungkook use him for
leverage so he can sit up.
Jungkook gently wiggles Yoongi’s tie loose, untying it and tossing it to the
side, then pauses before shucking his own shirt completely. Yoongi puts his
arms around Jungkook’s waist, thumbs rubbing at his skin, and Jungkook smiles,
raising his shaking hands once more to unbutton Yoongi’s shirt, leaning in to
kiss Yoongi’s now-bare neck and pushing the shirt down off of Yoongi’s arms.
Yoongi tilts his head to give Jungkook more room and Jungkook takes the
opportunity to sink his teeth into Yoongi’s pale skin, getting a loud gasp in
return that makes his dick twitch. Yoongi shifts back, pushing gently at
Jungkook’s shoulder to urge him to lay back down, so Jungkook does, tapping his
fingers against his stomach to keep himself from jerking off. Yoongi stands up
and quickly takes his pants off, not bothering with unfastening them, then
takes his boxers off equally as fast, inhaling softly when the chilly air hits
his dick.
“Please touch me,” Jungkook whispers, almost unconsciously, and when Yoongi
looks at him, he can’t help but think that Yoongi is so pretty, pink blush
dusted across his cheeks and a light bruise forming in the curve of his neck.
So, the next thing he says, less bold, is, “Can I take a picture of you?”
Yoongi pauses for a moment before nodding, so Jungkook carefully sits up so he
can retrieve his phone from his discarded pants, then opens up his camera app
and raises his phone to take a picture. Similar to himself earlier, Yoongi
smiles softly right as Jungkook takes the picture, and Jungkook motions for him
to come closer, so he does.
Jungkook leans up so he can kiss Yoongi gently, lovingly, as usual trying to
convey how much he loves him, and Yoongi kisses back with twice the passion.
Jungkook thinks that Yoongi always kisses to devour, wanting to claim Jungkook
just with faint pink gloss and saliva, and he always, always succeeds. Not that
Jungkook’s complaining, but.
Yoongi reaches down and grabs the waistband of Jungkook’s underwear, not
parting their lips, and Jungkook lifts up slightly so Yoongi can pull them off,
or as off as he’s going to get them with their current position. Jungkook
doesn’t have much time to shiver from the extra skin being plagued by cold air
because Yoongi’s fingers are wrapped around his dick, then, warm and sure,
jerking him off slowly. Jungkook clings to him, legs trembling the more Yoongi
moves his hand, and just as Jungkook is almost certain he’s going to cum right
there, Yoongi steps away, leaving Jungkook devoid of any sort of warmth or
contact.
As usual, there’s no stopping the tears that well up and spill over, no
stopping the soft sob that escapes Jungkook’s lips, and Yoongi bites the inside
of his lip as he watches. Jungkook’s almost certain that was the only reason he
did it, just so he’d get to watch Jungkook cry, but Jungkook does understand
how much Yoongi likes it, so he makes no attempt to stop, hiccuping softly when
Yoongi pushes at his shoulders to tell him to lay back down.
Once Jungkook complies, Yoongi crawls back onto the bed and pops the cap off
the lube, spreading it across two of his fingers and rubbing them against one
another so they’re evenly coated. Jungkook pulls his underwear the rest of the
way off, shifting so he’ll be in a better position, but instead Yoongi raises
up slightly and- oh.
Jungkook positively sobs, eyes glued to the movement of Yoongi’s hand as he
stretches himself open, then looks up at Yoongi, at his expression of slight
discomfort and almost embarrassment. “I- I- are you sure?”
Yoongi nods, smiling a little. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ve been- ah- thinking
about it for a while, and I figured it was a nice opportunity.”
Jungkook bites his lip, eyes filling with new tears because god, he’s so turned
on. He gasps when Yoongi does, Yoongi’s eyes falling shut as he fucks himself
on his fingers, watching in awe for what seems like an eternity until Yoongi
pulls his hand away, reaching for the lube once more to apply a little more to
his fingers before wrapping them around Jungkook’s cock, Jungkook jumping at
the sudden attention.
Jungkook holds his breath as Yoongi scoots closer, raising up and reaching
behind him to tilt Jungkook’s dick just right, then lowering himself a bit
faster than he really should have. They gasp at the same time, though Yoongi
follows his with a groan and Jungkook, with a sob. Yoongi pauses a moment,
hands resting on Jungkook’s lower stomach, before he raises himself up again
and then back down, repeating the movement until he builds up a nice pace.
Jungkook feels a little useless, just laying there with his hands slapped over
his face, so he thinks back to the times he’s ridden Yoongi, thinks about what
Yoongi usually does. Jungkook tentatively reaches out and touches Yoongi’s hips
and Yoongi looks at him, face terribly red and eyelashes wet, and Jungkook
gasps at the sight.
Yoongi laughs, moving one hand away from Jungkook’s stomach to lay it over one
of Jungkook’s. “What, do I look that bad?” He asks, breathless, legs shaking,
and Jungkook shakes his head emphatically.
“N-No, you’re pretty, pretty…” Jungkook bites his lip, sliding his free hand
around to rest in the small of Yoongi’s back. “C-Can I…”
“Can you wh- ah!” Yoongi throws his head back, trembling, and Jungkook doesn’t
bother with finishing his question, instead taking Yoongi’s dick in his hand
gently. Just the soft touch is enough to get Yoongi to yell again, shaking as
he speeds up his pace, seemingly desperate to get off, so Jungkook tries his
best to jerk him off with his shaking hands and teary eyes.
It’s enough, and Yoongi shouts when he cums, louder than Jungkook’s ever heard
him before, gasping in breaths before looking at Jungkook evenly. “Hey, hey,
flip me over,” Yoongi breathes, so soft Jungkook can barely hear him.
“Flip you over?” Jungkook repeats, sounding pitiful and wrecked to his own
ears, and Yoongi nods.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck me, cum inside.”
Jungkook’s breath hitches and he nods, thinking carefully about how Yoongi’s
done it to him before, then trying his best to flip Yoongi onto his back in one
fluid motion. He narrowly misses bumping Yoongi’s head into the headboard and
he kisses Yoongi’s forehead in silent apology.
Yoongi hooks his legs around Jungkook’s waist, lifting his hips up so Jungkook
slides deeper into him, Jungkook choking on a gasp. Jungkook takes a couple of
deep breaths before pressing his face against Yoongi’s neck and, just to get a
feel for it, rocking his hips slowly out and back in. Yoongi loops his arms
around Jungkook’s shoulders loosely, nuzzling against Jungkook’s face as
Jungkook speeds up his pace, tears falling onto Yoongi’s skin as he gets
closer.
Jungkook can barely keep a decent pace before he cums, hips stuttering and
sobbing something that sounds like Yoongi’s name, Yoongi gasping by his ear.
Jungkook takes a few moments to collect himself before pulling out, flopping
down beside Yoongi and exhaling.
“Well,” Yoongi says, sitting up, “Jesus fuck.”
Jungkook laughs, looking up at him. “What?”
“Just- Jesus fuck.” Yoongi carefully stands up, stretching and wincing when his
back cracks. “Come on, babe, let’s go shower. We can cuddle after.”
Jungkook makes a face at the cum smeared across his blankets, then gets up
obediently. Yoongi’s about to walk away, but Jungkook catches him around the
waist and kisses along his shoulder, nuzzling his face into his neck. “I love
you,” Jungkook coos, grinning against Yoongi’s skin, and Yoongi sighs.
“I love you too, babe. Now come on.”
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