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Being the “brain” of the biggest boy band in the world is no feat. Namjoon is used to being the front of every interview, expected to speak his mind flawlessly, with no room for mistakes and slips. And honestly, with the comeback season now just hanging around the corner, he is just tired, too tired. Most days, he drags his feet heavily out of his bed, knowing that the day will be the same as the last – full, busy, hectic.
Yoongi did not miss that scratch, though – that sound of slippers being dragged too slow and too long, as if wishing for a mercy, hoping that someone would just tell him to stop and just stay where he is, and he’ll happily oblige. Yoongi sends a knowing stare, too sticky to be deemed innocent and too quiet to be disregarded. Feeling that someone is watching him from close by, Namjoon slowly turns his head to where Yoongi is silently watching him, giving his bandmate a signal to know that he’s aware.
Oh, that look. That knowing look makes Yoongi flush and burn from the inside, his inner turmoil threatening to act out and do the unspeakable. “Hey.” He tries. But Namjoon just stares, his siren eyes a little soft from the morning glow. And that does it. That begging and tired eyes make Yoongi let go of all his inhibitions and forcefully pulls Namjoon to his lap, like he is weightless, like paper. Namjoon releases a silenced yelp, obviously too stunned to react. Yoongi ghosts his gentle fingers to his leader’s eyes, a poor attempt to remove a stray morning hair. In reality, he just can’t keep his hands to himself.
“Why the long face, Namjoonah?” Yoongi speaks an octave lower, almost whispering, lips gently whisking Namjoon’s ears. The foreign sensation makes Namjoon’s brain short-circuit, unable to form witty comebacks like he normally does. Yoongi takes it as a small victory, now his warm palm resting on Namjoon’s thigh, the other one loosely wrapped around his back, making random small circles, his weak attempt to ground them both. As Yoongi’s hand starts marveling, he quickly remembers how Jungkook is too obsessed with their leader’s thighs, and alas, it did not take him long to agree. It’s firm, long, and wide. It’s warm to touch under the thick layer of Namjoon’s sweatpants, the kind of warm that makes you wonder how nice it would feel if you rub it naked and bare. Yoongi’s hand roams a little higher, faintly bumping Namjoon’s bulge, making the younger yelp a little, crossing his thighs in an attempt to hide whatever is in between.
“Hyung.” Namjoon softly says, akin to begging and hoping at the same time.
Yoongi smirks at that, knowing exactly what is going to happen next as he breathes softly on Namjoon’s neck.
“Shh. I got you, blossom.” And the name sends something to Namjoon’s brain. Like a signal to shut off for a while because right now, he is “blossom” – soft, delicate, warm. He is not Namjoon, the tough and strong leader that everyone knows. Because in front of Yoongi, he is nothing but a precious little flower, ready to be taken care of. He bares his neck to accept Yoongi’s thick and warm tongue, now lapping the side of it as if it’s an ice cream to devour. Namjoon closes his eyes as he feels. He starts tuning out all the things that bother him and lets himself feel – feel the hand firmly rubbing his thigh up and down, the warm palm now inside his shirt, slowly tracing circles on his sensitive skin, and the hot mouth alternatively sucking and biting his jaw, going down his neck and up his ears again.
“Hyung, we have a practice today.” He protests, but his body is still firmly glued onto Yoongi’s lap, all his body weight now leaning heavily to the person under him.
“Shh. Stop thinking. Turn off that sexy mind of yours, doll. Hyung will take care of you.” Yoongi says as he slowly guides Namjoon to stand, only to remove his sweatpants and leave him only in his loose boxers, then guides his hips back to sit on his lap again. He pushes the younger’s legs to open wider, as Yoongi’s hand traces the garter of Namjoon’s underwear, teasing him lightly while his other hand is inside the shirt, intentionally ghosting the hardening nipples.
“So sensitive for hyung, look at you. Go ahead, you can make those pretty sounds. You don’t need to hold it off in front of me, you know that, blossom.” Yoongi says as he notices how Namjoon’s lips are now starting to turn red under his gritted teeth. He shamelessly pinches a nipple that makes Namjoon release a high-pitched sound.
“That’s it. Let hyung here that little squeal, my baby girl.” And all the dirty talking is making Namjoon so lost and hard at the same time. He arches his back, trying to chase the fingers that have been teasing him with soft ghost-like touches since the beginning. He needs more. He wants to feel more, and God, he is starting to be desperate. Yoongi skillfully removes Namjoon’s shirt, making his half body now fully exposed on top of him. Both his hands are rubbing and pulling Namjoon’s buds relentlessly, making the younger’s eyes start to roll back from the sensation.
“Looking like a dumb whore suits you better, Joonie.” He says as his other hand travels down, reaching for the hardening crotch, taking it out to take a better look at the glistening head, now starting to leak.
“Tsk. Getting wet, and we just started. You act so smart in front of everyone, but you are really just a slut. My pretty little slut, right Joonie?” Namjoon just nods as he’s now slowly drifting far. His mind is turning into a cloud, losing all clarity. “Open your legs wider for hyung. Show me how good a girl you are.” Yoongi says as he pulls the boxers down, then guides both Namjoon’s legs to dangle on top of each armrests. Namjoon is embarrassed to be so exposed like this, legs wide open, cock and hole exposed.
“You know blossom, that door is not locked. Soon, the boys will look for us, and they will see you like this, legs widely spread, hoping to be used so badly like a real whore you are.” The image that Yoongi paints into Namjoon’s head makes him spiral and feel helpless, so he makes a poor attempt to hide his face by turning it to the side, only for Yoongi to yank it back, forcing him to face forward.
“Little Joonie getting shy, hmm? Don’t think about it, baby girl. I will make you feel so good you will forget everything, and you will only think about how to be a good doll for hyung.” Yoongi forces a finger into Namjoon’s mouth, making him suck until it’s slick and dripping with saliva. “You like that, don’t you? Getting dumb fucked every single day. I will fill you so good that you will be pregnant with my cum, your hole leaking, while you just lie down pliantly on your bed, waiting for when I will use you again.” The image of being a bimbo should offend Namjoon, but in reality, it excites him even more. He is starting to hope that it will be true: him being all naked at home, leaking and slick with cum, just waiting for someone to make him feel good and use him again and again. No need to prepare for clever speeches and impressive messages. Just him, completely dumb and thoughtless.
His thoughts are interrupted when he feels a finger slowly poking his hole. Namjoon releases a soft grunt, body slightly tensing. “Shh. You’re okay, blossom. Just relax while I make you all loose and ready for me.” Yoongi’s digit is now in, slightly curling inside, rubbing his pad gently on a soft spot. It makes Namjoon’s eyes roll, and his hips buckle to feel it more. He needs more. He wants more. He is starting to lose all his logic and just wants to keep on chasing the wonderful feeling coming from Yoongi’s finger.
“See, it’s easy, right? It’s easy to be a dumb baby for me. You are doing so well, blossom. So good for hyung.” Yoongi inserts the second finger, slowly scissoring his hole to spread it wider. Namjoon could not stop the lewd whine escaping his throat. He is getting desperate. He needs more. More. More. His brain keeps on begging for more sensation.
Yoongi stops all the little movements he is doing inside Namjoon’s hole. “Tell me what my doll wants. Go on. Tell hyung what you need.”
“Hyung – I.”
The older teases Namjoon even more by pulling all his fingers completely out, then tracing the rim with soft touches, making him shiver in anticipation.
“Hmm? You don’t need to think too much, my Joonie bud. Just tell me what you want right now. I will do all the thinking for us. I know you are needy and selfish. Just tell hyung what you need.” Yoongi spreads Namjoon’s ass, but does not put his fingers in. Just letting him feel the cool air hitting his hole, making the absence of Yoongi’s fingers inside the gaping entrance more unbearable.
“Hyung – please. I need.” Yoongi licks Namjoon’s ears, while he pulls his nipples hard, making him moan loud. “Hyung. Put your – put back your fingers in.”
“In where slut?” His finger now poking the entrance, but barely getting in.
“In my – in my hole, hyung please.”
Yoongi smirks audibly at how Namjoon desperately begs for him to be finger-fucked. Without any hesitation, he spits on his own finger before pushing it all in, three at the same time. Namjoon arches his back as he’s penetrated by surprise, but also grateful for finally being filled. Namjoon is so horny and his hard cock is now angry and red because of neglect. He tries to snake his hand to palm his own hard-on only to be swatted hard by Yoongi.
“No touching yourself, baby girl. I will do everything, you stay still.” He lets Namjoon anchor his arms on his own shoulders. Now, with the exposed armpit that Yoongi did not leave unattended, he slowly drags his heavy tongue on Namjoon’s smooth armpit, newly waxed.
“Hmm. You like yours waxed, little slut? You want to be all smooth for hyung, hmm?”
Namjoon is far gone. His eyes are now rolled back and just showing all white, his mouth hanging with a little drool slipping out of his lips. Yoongi yanks him to change their position, making Namjoon lie on his stomach on the couch, knees on the floor, perfectly presenting his ass, ready to be fucked. Yoongi did not hesitate to slide off his pants, exposing his too-hard cock. He spits into his own palm and gives himself a few tugs before spitting directly on Namjoon’s gaping hole.
“You are prettiest like this, baby girl. Open your ass wider for me, little whore.” Namjoon did not think twice. He grabs both his ass cheeks, spreading himself wider for Yoongi. He can feel the air in his hole, making him drool with anticipation.
“Please, hyung.”
“Please what?” Yoongi asks, short and stern. “You just need to ask prettily, blossom.”
“Put your cock inside me, hyung.” Namjoon surrenders. He lets go of everything – his remaining dignity and sanity.
And without second thoughts, Yoongi aligns his reddening head, slowly entering the slick hole welcoming his cock like he really belongs there. He winces at how tight and hot Namjoon’s hole is. Namjoon shakes like a leaf; his pretty mouth can’t stop letting go of all the embarrassing sounds he never imagined he was capable of making. He moans like a little girl caught in between begging for mercy and asking for more. Maybe, he is really a little whore – too dumb to think and just good enough to be fucked raw in public, put to shame and degraded every single day. Maybe he’s better off as Yoongi’s cum dump or a cock warmer than to act all mighty and proud as the leader of their group. He’s better at this, he is good at this, and he feels much happier in this – kneeling like a bitch while getting pounded nonstop, moaning and crying for Yoongi to fuck him senseless.
“You really are a slut, hmm? Slut for hyung,” Yoongi pounds him harder, pushing Namjoon’s face down the couch, his cheeks getting smashed while tongue lolling out. “I bet you want to walk around naked, just wait for me to when you will use you again, yea? You want to be full of my cum all day, feel your hole leaking while you move, you won’t bother putting on even this poor excuse of a boxer that you were wearing earlier. You really are a little slut, Namjoonah. You make me proud.” Yoongi pulls his hair, making Namjoon moan out loud. Yoongi yanks him again to turn Namjoon around, now facing him, lying on his back, body folded in half, knees already touching his own chest.
“If you can only see yourself, Joonie. You look made for this.” Namjoon sobs in resignation, overwhelmed with lust at how turned on he is with everything Yoongi is telling him. He is like being programmed slowly, to believe that he is really whatever Yoongi is telling him to be – a dirty little cum slut, ready and open for him all the time. He is now stripped of all his shame, stupidly smiling while being fucked, thinking nothing else but how good it is to be used like this. To be someone’s cocksleeve and even imagine how it is possible to be pregnant and bloated with cum. Maybe he will ask the other members to fuck him, too. Persuade them to cum inside his hole, make him full and heavy all day. Maybe they will be generous enough to fulfill his request. With that thought, Namjoon finally loses his consciousness, drifts way far into his subspace, hoping to not return anytime soon.