Work Text:
if time travel was real, current jeon jeongguk would want to rewind back to the 2010’s and tell teenager jeon jeongguk that his adult life is going to be pretty fucking cool; he gets to play video games for a living, and his hot boyfriend is a famous fanfiction writer of his most beloved ship of all time. yoongi is cute and smart and funny and treats jeongguk like he’s the most precious being in the universe. to top it all, the two of them are disgustingly in love with each other.
he might just be the luckiest guy alive.
however, jeongguk would be a lot happier if yoongi didn’t have to leave him every morning for his super serious office job. it was fine before when he was working from home. fuck his boss for suddenly forcing everyone to work in-person again. that’s kind of ruining his fantasy.
so jeongguk’s been deploying all his weapons to convince yoongi to quit. dedicate his full time and attention to him, and maybe, in his spare hours, pursue his true passion, which is writing.
(but mostly the first one.)
their house would look wildly different if it were up to jeongguk, who, for the life of him, cannot decorate a space nicely. thankfully, yoongi has great taste and managed to prevent their apartment from looking like a frat house; it looks like a home, their home, and it’s perfect.
the early morning sunlight casts a dreamy glow over their kitchen, yellow tinted rays softly illuminating the fridge covered in trinkets: magnets from important cities to them (seoul, busan, daegu, malta, bergen); a black and white vintage film strip of them together (the first picture has them staring at the camera, yoongi’s lips slightly parted, one hand over jeongguk’s neck, his fingers pressing into the skin of his shoulder, while jeongguk purses his lips and holds up a peace sign; in the second, jeongguk is smiling with his head resting against yoongi’s, eyes squeezed shut in a face scrunch, while yoongi’s gummy smile is on full display as he looks at the camera; in the third, they gaze at each other with fond smiles, jeongguk cupping yoongi’s face with both hands; in the fourth and last, they’re kissing, yoongi’s hand resting on jeongguk’s upper waist and jeongguk’s on the nape of yoongi’s neck); a family-style picture of them with puppy bam on yoongi’s lap and tang on jeongguk’s lap that they absolutely cannot take seriously; and a yellow post-it note that reads i love you, babybun in yoongi’s handwriting. jeongguk also snuck a picture of vmin wearing suits on a red carpet onto the fridge, but yoongi has yet to notice that one.
standing in front of the coffee machine, yoongi waits for his espresso to brew. today he wears a blue suit, white, red and blue tie, slutty little rimless glasses sitting delicately over his button nose, thick black hair styled in a side short fringe that shows off his perfect eyebrows. looking like royalty. sneakily, jeongguk comes from behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist, sniffing the nape of his neck, so fresh in the mornings, a mix of shower gel and shampoo and his natural perfume that jeongguk is absolutely addicted to.
“good morning,” yoongi so much as purrs, his voice always raspier and thick with sleep in the mornings; jeongguk feels the vibration on his stomach, bringing some shy goosebumps to his arms. he wonders if he’ll ever grow accustomed to yoongi’s company. he’s still as crazy for him as he was all those years ago when they started dating. in fact, it feels like as each day goes by, jeongguk loves him more and more. it never stops.
“love you,” jeongguk says, softly grazing his nose on yoongi’s neck.
“love you more,” yoongi answers, naturally leaning his back against jeongguk’s chest.
the apartment feels cold, the air conditioning permanently set to a low temperature, neither of them being able to stand ever feeling warm. but before showing up in the kitchen, jeongguk took off his hoodie, solely in an attempt to catch yoongi like a fish and keep him trapped in his net forever. he doesn’t want yoongi to go. having to say ‘see you later’ to him every day physically sickens him.
so jeongguk’s idea of solution is to force yoongi to stay by showing off his body.
planting a kiss on the nape of yoongi’s neck before sliding his hands slowly off his body, stepping to the side. the countless hours he spends at the gym are noticeable by how out of control his muscles are getting, looking more toned as he crosses his arms and rests against the kitchen counter.
“please don’t forget to update the list?” yoongi says as he scans jeongguk from head to toe, stopping his gaze at jeongguk’s nipples for a good few seconds, most definitely remembering what his mouth did to said nipples the night before. he licks his lips.
bingo, jeongguk thinks. it’s working.
the said list consists of kinks jeongguk wants to read on the next fic yoongi writes. that’s a request he makes every time he’s about to finish a story and start a new one, always making sure to include jeongguk’s requests, even when they’re a little crazy. “the more absurd the better, because it gets me out of my comfort zone.”
see how jeongguk hit fucking jackpot when he fell in love with yoongi? and why this guy needs to realize he should stop working in a freaking law firm, of all places?
“okay,” jeongguk says as he reaches for yoongi’s hand, intertwining their fingers, bringing him closer. “why do you have to leave, though?”
“baby,” yoongi sighs, pretending to be annoyed while willingly letting himself be pulled by jeongguk. “you can’t just do this to me every single morning before i leave.”
“is this a challenge?” jeongguk asks, raising an eyebrow. “‘cause you know i’ll win.”
even yoongi’s eyeroll to him is fond. “we spend every second of every day together. aren’t you tired of me by now?”
“never,” jeongguk says, burying his face on yoongi’s neck, sucking in a sharp breath, filling his lungs with yoongi, his yoongi. he smells like comfort, like home. jeongguk just can’t get enough.
“one of these days you’re going to inhale me, i think,” yoongi says, tilting his head to give jeongguk better access.
“yeah, that’s the goal.”
yoongi chuckles. the way they’re positioned—yoongi standing right in between jeongguk’s parted legs—makes yoongi look taller than him. it’s only the angle, but it still sends a giddy warmth to spread through jeongguk.
he flashes big exaggerated puppy eyes at yoongi. “can’t you call in sick again?”
“i can’t, i already used all my pto, and i’ve skipped work way too many times,” yoongi sighs in visible frustration, brows furrowing behind his glasses. “i genuinely don’t understand how they haven’t fired me yet.”
“you could just quit,” jeongguk shrugs.
“jeongguk.”
“yoongi.”
“it’s a little more complicated than just quitting.”
for some unknown reason, yoongi doesn’t want to quit. jeongguk never asks why, because he doesn’t really know how to do that without sounding like a pushover. trying to convince yoongi to stay every morning is already pushing far enough, probably. it was alright in the beginning, when jeongguk was just starting his gaming streams, back when he didn’t know if that was going to work out, it made sense for yoongi to keep his job in order to keep their double income. but then jeongguk went viral and achieved some kind of web celebrity status, making more than enough money for the both of them to live comfortably, and it just doesn’t make any sense for yoongi to keep being a lawyer anymore, damn it.
“you literally don’t have to work,” jeongguk pouts. “you can be a full time writer, which is literally what you should be doing because you’re the best writer in the whole world.”
it’s not an overstatement on jeongguk’s part to say yoongi is the best; he gets jeongguk, who’s famously known for not being able to focus for long enough to read a book, to somehow be able to concentrate for hours on end. it’s like yoongi puts something in his writing, perhaps a little bit of stardust or something equally as magical, something that makes jeongguk visualize the words as scenes and watch them like a movie.
“thanks,” yoongi scrunches his face, his little habit when he gets shy, ever so struggling with receiving compliments. he’s the cutest thing ever. jeongguk feels an almost unbearable urge to swallow him whole.
“so please stay,” jeongguk pouts, wrapping his arms around yoongi’s waist. “and maybe keep the suit on, i don’t know,” he says casually as he plays with the collar of his suit.
“kinky,” yoongi says, staring at jeongguk’s lips, biting back a smile.
the coffee machine beeps. yoongi tries to shift away to reach for the cup, but jeongguk traps him in place with his thighs, conveniently making use of his strength.
“jeongguk-ah, i really have to go,” yoongi reasons.
“then go,” jeongguk replies, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips. yoongi tries again only to find he’s still stuck. “i’m not stopping you.”
yoongi sighs, scratching the back of his neck. “baby.”
jeongguk loves how easily he can keep yoongi close without really trying, even though he’s broader, just as strong as jeongguk, muscles and thick arms hidden under his suit, he’s perfectly capable of moving if he wants to. but he simply can’t resist jeongguk showing off.
“i’ll let you go if you give me one good enough reason to leave me.”
“i like law,” yoongi offers.
jeongguk huffs. “hyung, no one likes law.”
“well, i do,” yoongi says, catching jeongguk’s chin between his fingers and pulling him closer, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“you should like me more than you like law,” jeongguk says against his lips.
“but i do,” yoongi replies straightforwardly. then kisses jeongguk for real. unhurriedly, softly. “i love you. that’s more than just liking you.”
jeongguk sighs, melting into his lips, accepting defeat. “alright. i’ll let you go this once. but only because you do some of your best writing on company time.”
“it’s the thrill of getting caught,” yoongi says with a mischievous smile as he reaches for the fridge. “also if my boss makes a dollar while i make a dime, it’s only fair that i do my hobbies on company time.”
“i love when you’re a little reckless. it’s hot as fuck.”
like it’s rehearsed, as it happens every single morning, yoongi heads for the door with his coffee cup and car keys in one hand and a brown bag full of boring lawyer stuff in the other. jeongguk trails after him like a puppy, with bam following close behind—but he’s an actual dog, so it’s not nearly as embarrassing. all the while, tang watches the scene unfold from afar in silent judgment because he’s a cat, after all, and that’s simply his nature.
“go to sleep, love.” yoongi kisses him first on the cheek, then on the lips. “you deserve some rest.”
“drive safe, hyung. love you.”
“love you.”
straight away, jeongguk goes to bed. it’s extremely dangerous that they’ve made their bed this comfortable to be in, because now jeongguk simply never wants to leave it. the only thing missing right now for it to be perfect is yoongi. rolling to his side, still a bit warm and smelling like him, slumber quickly knocks jeongguk out.
when jeongguk’s eyes flutter open, it’s a bit after noon. he had a vivid dream where bam and tang were talking like humans, moving their mouths and shit, demanding for more food in their bowls; but bam’s voice was insanely high pitched, alvin and the chipmunks style, whereas tang’s was deep like morgan freeman’s. he gives up on making sense of it after a few contemplative seconds.
immediately, he feels ready to annoy the fuck out of his boyfriend.
[13:05] minv:
have you finished writing yet
i’m starving
you’re depriving me of a meal
at lunch time.
[13:22]
that’s so mean yoongi
you’re mean
i’m gonna tell readers that ao3 user soulmating is mean to his boyfriend
[13:35] soulmating:
docs.google.com/document/d/12hjgsd64IKhsg86hfdkh-0k
[13:36] minv:
YIPPIEEEEEEE
i love you sooo much
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
finally some good fucking FOOD
[13:37] soulmating:
so now you love me 🙄
after literally blackmailing me
and slandering me on twitter dot com
😭
[13:37] minv:
sorry you can’t reach jeongguk at the moment
jeongguk is busy
jeongguk will reach back later
skipping around the house, jeongguk sets a whole reading nook on the couch, getting all cozied up to read.
unraveling the worlds yoongi builds with his words is always a pleasure. there’s always something unusually interesting happening, even when the story is just pure, filthy sex. case in point: in a weird storm that strikes a group of people by lightning, jimin consequently acquires a weird sort of superpower; anyone he touches instantly goes into some sort of sexual frenzy, an overwhelming arousal that makes the person lose their autonomy, getting amnesia right after it’s over. that makes intimacy impossible, as jimin is in love with taehyung, whose powers haven’t appeared despite also getting struck by lightning. never being able to touch each other doesn’t lessen their chemistry in the slightest. their sexual tension is building up to be so strong it’s driving both of them crazy.
the more jeongguk reads, the more he feels like reaching the brink of insanity with the characters.
[14:05] minv:
It requires so much strength not to touch Taehyung, strength Jimin didn’t know he could even muster. He can’t name a thing he would like more than to surrender. Wants him so bad that he can almost feel it, a ghostly feeling creeping into his skin, the mere thought of Taehyung’s lips on his, Taehyung’s taste mixing with his own, Taehyung’s arms almost smothering him, who feels breathless, knees giving out, pulling Taehyung down to the floor with him by grabbing his sleeve, ever so careful in order not to touch his skin.
[14:06]
are you completely out of your mind
[14:07] soulmating:
last i checked i wasn’t
jimin is, though
like really desperate
[14:07] minv:
i’m desperate too he ain’t special
it isn’t the first time jeongguk gets all hot and bothered while reading something yoongi wrote, and he doubts it will be the last; however, yoongi’s always there with him whenever it happens. usually, jeongguk reads on the couch in their office room while yoongi sits across the room, writing on the computer. he’s always giddy to hear jeongguk whining that he got super horny while reading porn his boyfriend wrote. he’s always ready to help when prompted, wearing an extremely smug smile as he does so.
jeongguk checks the clock; yoongi won’t be home for another three long and excruciating hours. and it’s a bit disconcerting, how he keeps reading the story and each word shoots straight to his dick.
this might be worse than medieval torture.
[14:10] minv:
what the fuck/
this is worse than medieval torture
[14:11]
Feverishly, Jimin starts stripping off his clothes, one by one falling onto the wooden floor. In a trance, Taehyung starts stripping off his too, understanding everything without Jimin having to voice it. Voicing it would make his predicament feel too real; it’s devastating enough to know they will never, ever, be able to feel each other. By staying silent they get to pretend, at least for a little while, that this is somehow enough to suffice their desire.
[14:14]
you know
when i said you should write something where they couldn’t touch each other i thought of pink fluffy handcuffs or something equally silly
i wasn’t expecting this much yearning and arousal to go hand in hand
[14:15] soulmating:
pink fluffy handcuffs would be cute
you should’ve told me that
but don’t you agree that what i gave in return is so much better though?
[14:15] minv:
infinitely
it starts innocently. seriously.
jeongguk grabs a pillow and puts it between his legs. he just needs something there, that’s all. he’s wearing nothing but underwear and an oversized hoodie that smells like yoongi.
it’s odd, the way he doesn’t even know where to start; he hasn’t gotten off by himself in literal ages, since doing things with yoongi is infinitely better than doing anything on his own. but before he realizes, he’s grinding lazily against the pillow. the light friction starts to leave him lightheaded. he palms on his erection, trying to make his boner go away, to stop the arousal from building up. but it’s too late. he’s already all hot and bothered.
jeongguk gets rid of the hoodie and his hand starts wandering over his torso like it has created a life of its own, his nipples extra sensitive against his touch, making him whimper. he stops altogether and grabs his phone again, in an attempt to resume reading, but each word only makes him harder and harder. it’s like yoongi turned him into fanfic jimin, and now jeongguk is picturing him and yoongi in that scenario like they’re actors, and—
[14:30] minv:
hyung
😳
[14:31] soulmating:
yeah?
[14:32] minv:
your fic is so good
so so so good
it’s making me really
really really really really
really
how can i put this into words
uh
horny .
[14:32] soulmating:
oh
well!!!
what can i say?
it’s a talent :)
it is a talent, indeed; still, it would be lovely if yoongi could just pick up what jeongguk’s putting down. it’s been way too long since the last time they’ve sexted, and yoongi is at work, for christ’s sake. it’s all making him feel a little tense, unsure of where to even begin doing what he wants to do.
[14:33] minv:
no but like
i’m a little
too horny
since this morning, in fact
[14:35] soulmating:
oh you’re like
being serious
[14:35] minv:
yeah???
[14:36] soulmating:
fuck
okay
what do you want me to do?
[14:36] minv:
nothing hyung
i don’t know
[14:37] soulmating:
how about
when i get home
i’ll make you feel really good
does that sound okay?
[14:37] minv:
okay
why do i have goosebumps tho
of course not everything has to be a challenge, but in jeongguk’s world it’s way more fun if it is. biting on his bottom lip, he opens the camera and snaps a picture of himself. his chest tattoo is colorful and bold in contrast with his tanned skin, nipples hard, hand doing a very poor job at covering his bulge. yoongi will, without a doubt, start malfunctioning.
[14:40] minv:
not me snapping semi-nude pics
for my boyfriend while he’s at his fuckass office job
🙄🙄🙄
[14:41] soulmating:
jeongguk .
[menacingly]
[14:42] minv:
sorry
i’m so
sooskljdfg
[14:43]
i just can’t help but wonder
what could happen if i just
sent the pic to you…?
[14:43] soulmating:
just so you know
you’re not getting away with this
[14:44] minv:
oh really???
OJO
[14:45] soulmating:
yes???
you’re freaking torturing me?
while i’m innocently trying to do my work
[14:46] minv:
oh yeah cause you care soooo much about work
your boyfriend is fucking hot
and sexting you on company time
wow hyung what a huge problem
jeongguk figures this is the right time to send the picture. he starts vibrating in a frequency that could shatter glass in anticipation for yoongi’s reply as he types another text:
[14:47] minv:
please top me when you get home btw
[14:48] soulmating:
oh my GOD
FUCK
YOU
for doing this to me!!!!!
the scream i just had to swallow
jeon jeongguk!!!!!!!!!!
[14:49] minv:
what?
you don’t like it? :(
[14:50] soulmating:
i’m willingly ignoring this question
your nipples are so hard
so pretty
[14:50] minv:
well yeah i told you i got goosebumps
[14:50] soulmating:
good to know i still cause you goosebumps
[14:51] minv:
wtf are you even on about
hyung
the sight of your lips around my nipple is just <3
my favorite ever
i need your mouth around them
right now if possible
jeongguk rolls to his chest, arching his back with the pillow between his legs. he snaps a new picture on an angle that makes his waist look smaller. the grin that lights up his face as he sends it is absolutely ridiculous; a complete lovefool, on his knees for yoongi, wholeheartedly.
[14:54] soulmating:
i can’t believe you’re doing this to me
you’re hot as fuck
my god
i’m so lucky i get to call you mine
[14:55] minv
hyungghh
[14:56] soulmating:
can i fuck you from behind?
you’ll feel so good
[14:56] minv
plsdfkgldfgvsgrh please
i’m so turned on oh my godkftjhhjrf
[14:56] soulmating:
SO AM I
[14:56] minv:
why are we like this
[14:57] soulmating:
I DONT KNOW
[14:58] minv:
i had to stop myself from humping the pillow
[14:58] soulmating
oh my poor baby :/
i bet that was really hard for you
[14:59] minv
i dont know why i like grinding so much
T-T
[15:00] soulmating:
because you’re naughty
and you like things messy and dirty
and you’re a freaking exhibitionist
and all of the above are making my life a little difficult right now
[15:01] minv:
i’m such a slut??
[15:01] soulmating:
you know you are
[15:01] minv:
i’m actually so shameless about it
[15:02] soulmating:
you’re my slut
[15:03] minv:
yoongi
fuck
you’re only making me hornier
[15:05]
can i grind on my pillow again?
[15:05] soulmating:
of course you can
picture this
[15:06]
you bend on your knees for me
on all fours while i fuck you
and finger you and lick you
and maybe pull your hair
sounds interesting right
[15:07] minv:
aaaaaaaaaaaa
why are you not here right now
i feel like i’m dying
[15:10]
i’m grinding faster now
my underwear is buried in my ass
feels really good
[15:10] soulmating:
next thing that will be buried in your ass is my face
[15:11] minv:
oh.
okay
wow
okay
[15:12] soulmating:
you’re so cute when you’re speechless
[15:13] minv:
i’ve been bad haven’t i
[15:14] soulmating:
it’s 3 in the afternoon on a monday
and you’re sexting me
what do you think
bad doesnt even begin to cut it
[15:15] minv:
then you should put me in my place idk
[15:15] soulmating:
are you aware that you’re kinda making it impossible for me to go on with my day until it’s time to go home
because how am i supposed to hide this boner
[15:16] minv:
just come home earlier
we kinda need to fuck all day
[15:16] soulmating:
oh but we will
[15:17] minv:
all day long?
[15:18] soulmating:
all day long
7 times in a row
or whatever that song you like says
[15:19] minv:
a jfhrhjggj
it’s 7 days a week
but 7 times in a row sounds so much better
can we do it in every room of the house
[15:20] soulmating:
duh
[15:25]
don’t you dare disappear on me right now
[15:25] minv:
sorry
i got distracted
:(
[15:25] soulmating:
with…?
[15:25] minv:
grinding
what else would it be
[15:26] soulmating:
i don’t know you’re always full of surprises
fuck i want you so bad
[15:26] minv:
i’m just thinking like
can you grab my butt by the cheeks
and eat me out from behind
[15:26] soulmating:
that’s exactly what i’m gonna do
[15:27] minv:
fuck
i’m so hard
i’m dry humping the fuck out of this pillow
thinking it’s your thighs
but both my hands are on my phone
and i feel so sluttyyy
[15:28] soulmating:
i just can’t deal with the fact that
you’re fully aware i’m at work surrounded by other people
and yet you’re being such a whore
[15:29] minv:
yeah :/
i’m not sorry though
[15:30] soulmating:
of course you’re not
you’re making hyung’s day so incredibly hard
[15:30] minv
just your day
like /you/ aren’t hard
nothing could’ve prepared jeongguk for what yoongi sends next: a picture in which the angle shows only his lips, his torso covered by his suit and tie, his pants down to his knees, the outline of his cock thick and bulging through his underwear. it knocks the air out of jeongguk’s lungs.
[15:31] minv
FUCK
yoongiwuyhergwieuhrfsdld shit
you’re diabolical
fucking helkchrk my cock HURTS
[15:32] soulmating:
but you like it when it hurts, don’t you, baby?
i can picture you holding your whimpers
[15:33] minv:
i’d fuck you all over your desk idgaf
[15:34] soulmating:
that would be so perfect
i’ll have to write something like that
i’m in a dirty bathroom stall though
[15:35]
and i might be dribbling a lot of precum
just might
which is a huge problem
[15:35] minv:
fuck
hyung
can you jerk off maybe?
[15:36] soulmating:
i don’t think i can
i mean
i could
but i’m so dizzy
and unsure of what to do next
[15:37]
all i know is
i absolutely shouldn’t be doing this
in a fucking bathroom stall
this is wrong in so many levels
[15:37] minv:
i have an idea
just fucking come home
please
[15:38] soulmating:
you know what
fine
sure
[15:39] minv:
wait what
are you for real???
[15:45]
yoongi hyung??
jeongguk waits for a response for a few more minutes, but yoongi doesn’t say anything else. which means he’s actually coming home—and that leaves jeongguk even more lightheaded.
all he needs to do is wait patiently. that’s all. but then he slips a hand beneath the waistband of his underwear, his cock heavy and hot in his palm as he takes a hold of it. he strokes himself lazily until it feels like it’s too constraining, and he can’t resist getting rid of his underwear quickly, getting carried away with the sensation, pumping his cock until he’s on the verge of coming, then stopping it altogether, only to start again by stimulating his nipple. then repeating it. again. and again. and one more time. the flames drawn on his chest actually catching fire and spreading towards his body the entire time. he figures that since yoongi is on his way home, it’s totally excusable if he preps himself for him.
in a haze, he stumbles around the apartment to get lube; none of his pets are around, thankfully. he comes back to the couch and immediately coats his fingers with it, sliding the first one in, completely breathless already. quickly, one finger turns into two, and two turns into three as he works on opening himself up, so when yoongi gets home the only thing he needs to do is fuck him.
several minutes could pass as he plays with himself, hours, even; jeongguk wouldn’t be able to keep track of time if he tried. he’s so lost on his own pleasure he doesn’t even register when the front door clicks open.
“holy shit, jeongguk–” yoongi’s breath hitches in his throat as soon as he lands eyes on the couch.
for a split second, fear strikes jeongguk. he definitely looks like a whole mess—he has three fingers up his ass, his nipples flushed and swollen, his hair all tangled and a little sweaty, his cock hard and neglected resting on his stomach. his eyes must look comically wide. what if, for some inexplicable reason, this isn’t okay and he’s being too much of a slut, even for yoongi, who’s his boyfriend of five years and is just as big of a freak as jeongguk is, if not even freakier, since he’s the one writing porn based off of their own sex life?
but then yoongi inches closer, lips slightly parted. he caresses jeongguk’s bottom lip with his thumb, sounding so awestruck when he mutters, “fuck, how did i get this lucky?”
and any fear or shame jeongguk felt vanishes from his body; he feels like he could start crying. he grabs yoongi by the tie and yanks him down, lips catching yoongi’s desperately, sliding his tongue inside his mouth with urgency. he whines into the kiss, every inch of his body electric, his cock throbbing, begging for attention. one of yoongi’s hands raises to his glasses—jeongguk is quick to stop him, holding his hand firmly in place.
“no, no, keep your glasses on--don’t you dare take them off,” he demands, though the fact that he’s whining doesn’t help his case much.
“okay,” yoongi smiles, lips meeting lips again, a little clumsier this time, the type of kiss where teeth collide. his glasses get foggy with their breathing, his hands move to hover over jeongguk’s chest, stopping at his waist, his palms warm, touch firm. he’s still a complete tease in his movements, touching anywhere but where jeongguk aches the most, as if they haven’t put themselves through enough torture.
“hyung, please,” jeongguk whimpers.
“hyung please what?” yoongi asks. “use your words, love.”
jeongguk nearly cries. “touch me.”
yoongi doesn’t need to be told twice before wrapping his hand over jeongguk’s cock—jeongguk moans brazenly, eyes rolling, toes curling; yoongi sucks in a sharp breath, teeth sinking on his bottom lip.
“fuck, baby, you’re so hard,” yoongi praises. he keeps his hand in place. jeongguk starts rutting against his fist.
“your fault.”
“guilty,” yoongi admits, his tone amused. “were you thinking of me or vmin, though?”
“you,” jeongguk answers promptly. yoongi can’t be serious.
“you sure?” yoongi teases, moving his fist slowly.
he’s having fun, the bastard. it pisses jeongguk off a little. the words just start spilling feverishly out of his mouth. “i was thinking of you and how good you are with words and how your brain is so sexy, how fucking horny you make me, how much i missed your hands. how i’m so fucking yours.”
“good,” yoongi says. “when i’m writing i’m always thinking of you, after all.”
“you fucking better,” jeongguk whines menacingly. the giggles he gets in return are intoxicatingly sweet. the polar opposite of what’s happening below jeongguk’s waist—yoongi’s hand working on his cock, slick with precome, smearing it all down jeongguk’s length. a broken moan leaves his throat when yoongi’s thumb brush over his slit, the head of his cock extremely sensitive.
“you sound so beautiful, baby. you look so fucked out already.”
“hyung,” jeongguk breathes.
“hmm?”
“quit teasing,” he says. “and keep your suit on.”
“naughty,” yoongi says with a small smile as he removes his belt, tossing it on the floor. he lowers down his pants and underwear just enough for his cock to bob free. he’s thick and hard, absolutely ready to be inside of jeongguk, who watches all of it unfold with dark eager eyes, his mouth watering and cock twitching with want.
“get on your hands and knees for hyung.”
quickly, jeongguk rolls to his chest, positioning himself on all fours. yoongi leans on top of him, the head of his cock teasing jeongguk’s rim.
“good boy,” yoongi whispers against his ear.
jeongguk sobs, the only possible reaction he could have, so desperate to have yoongi inside he feels like he’s actually losing his mind.
finally, yoongi starts pushing in, filling jeongguk up, feeling so thick and warm and amazing. he presses all the way in, the friction so hot and intimate, until jeongguk’s fully bottomed out. he gives jeongguk some time to adjust, his hands holding jeongguk’s waist firmly, leaving open mouthed kisses and lovebites on his lower back all the way to the nape of his neck. jeongguk melts against the softness of his lips, eventually thrusting back to his lap to let him know he feels ready. they quickly set a pace, both of them too horny to even care about delaying it any longer, just seeking relief as quickly and dirty as possible.
with sharp thrusts, yoongi fucks him senseless. everything feels overwhelmingly good at once; how hot yoongi’s grunts sound, how full he feels as yoongi stretches him. jeongguk raises his head and finds he’s able to see their reflection in the mirror beside the couch. the sight of yoongi in his suit and tie and slutty glasses pounding against him, his hand just starting to jerk him off—it’s too much. it’s been too much for hours; jeongguk doesn’t even try to contain it, giving in to how good yoongi’s hand feels on his dick, how each of his thrusts seem to hit that spot inside of him perfectly.
“i’m gonna come,” he manages to warn before coming hard in thick spurts, spilling white everywhere, and there’s so much of it, yoongi continuing to stroke him until he’s empty.
jeongguk’s legs almost give out. he buries his face on the couch’s leather as yoongi’s thrusts get more erratic, thighs trembling, grunts dragging longer and raspier. he only has to thrust a couple more times before his whole body goes lax as he spills inside jeongguk, a long moan escaping him as he does so.
flopping his entire weight into the couch, limbs too limp to keep holding himself upright, jeongguk’s eyes flutter shut as he tries to catch his breath, a lazy smile stretching across his face.
yoongi nudges him onto his back, smiling down at him quietly. he looks at jeongguk with so much love it’s almost suffocating; he can’t help but smile back, giddily.
“god,” jeongguk sighs. “that was fucking amazing.”
“you’re so hot,” yoongi murmurs, cradling jeongguk’s face in both hands, pressing little kisses to the dimple in his cheek, the bridge of his nose, the mole under his bottom lip, each one turning jeongguk into a giggly mess.
“nope, you are so fucking hot,” jeongguk grins, poking yoongi’s cheek. “like, i literally saw you in the mirror and came on the spot.”
yoongi shakes his head lightly, grinning. “you’re unbelievable.”
leaning down to steal one last kiss before reluctantly pushing himself to his feet, yoongi disappears for a brief moment, returning with a towel in hands, shedding his pants, suit jacket, and tie carelessly. jeongguk watches as he cleans them both up and the couch with the same quiet attentiveness he always does, despite jeongguk’s whiny complaints about still being too sensitive.
“such a baby,” yoongi says, fondness dripping into every syllable.
once everything is clean, he tosses the towel onto the coffee table and settles back onto the couch next to jeongguk, who instinctively rolls over, resting his head on yoongi’s thigh with a content sigh. his fingers immediately find his hair, combing through the messy strands.
“i really can’t believe you left work just to come home and fuck me.”
“that i honestly can believe. what i can’t believe is that not one of our pets tried to cockblock us this time?”
jeongguk giggles. “i have no clue where they are, i haven’t seen them since earlier.”
“that means we’ll find soon that bam destroyed another pair of flip-flops and somehow got tang to cover for him,” yoongi sighs dramatically as he reaches for the pocket of his discarded pants.
“we need to find a way for them to stop ganging up on us,” jeongguk says.
“right?” yoongi goes silent. the hand in jeongguk’s hair stills mid-stroke.
“what’s wrong?”
“uh…” yoongi hesitates, eyes scanning his phone screen. “i might just have gotten fired…?”
jeongguk’s jaw drops. “what?!”
“apparently there was a lay off and i got caught in the middle? and since i’m obviously not there right now, they just sent me an email informing me.”
“oh my god? that’s—are we sad about this?” jeongguk asks, sitting next to yoongi. he’s still naked, which makes the situation a little comical; personally, he’s extremely happy, but if this hurt yoongi in any way, measures will surely be taken.
“no, we’re happy!” yoongi says quickly. “i’ve been trying to get fired for the longest time, but i guess even slacking and showing up late, i was still alright to keep around.”
“you were trying?” jeongguk blinks. “to get fired?”
“yeah? i didn’t have the guts to quit properly so i’d go in every day, do the bare minimum… and somehow still keep my job.”
jeongguk huffs. “too good of a lawyer.”
“baby,” yoongi chuckles fondly. “i’m just a paralegal.”
jeongguk’s heard yoongi say that same sentence a thousand times, the information never sticking to his brain because in his head, a paralegal and a lawyer are the exact same thing, they deal with law, and law is boring as hell—no offense. he’ll never understand the difference; well, now he doesn’t have to.
“not anymore, you aren’t,” jeongguk smiles.
yoongi’s breath hitches in his throat. “that’s crazy.”
jeongguk reaches for yoongi’s hand, who instinctively presses on the heart tattooed on his hand. their silent way of being there for the other.
“why didn’t you tell me, though?” jeongguk asks softly. “i could’ve tried to help you come up with a way to quit. i was literally begging you to do it. about to drop to my knees and shit.”
“i don’t know,” yoongi talks in pout. “i’m too stubborn. even with myself. i guess i didn’t wanna say what i was doing out loud, it’d become too real? i don’t know,” he repeats, running a hand over his hair, so goddamn attractive, always.
“i have you all to myself 24/7 now,” jeongguk beams.
“now you’re definitely gonna grow tired of me.”
“never. that’s impossible.” jeongguk pulls him closer for another kiss, melting into it. so happy he could burst. “although—i’m gonna miss seeing you in suits,” he admits.
“it’s not like i’m throwing them all out,” yoongi replies.
“okay, good. that’s great. please parade around in your suits and talk law to me,” jeongguk jokes, the smile on his face growing bigger, impossible to contain.
“how about i talk dirty to you instead?”
“that’s so much better, fuck.”
they kiss again. it’s funny how everything has changed in the span of an afternoon. now they can make out all the time, all day if they feel like it; with no interruptions, no other huge responsibilities, nothing but basking in each other’s presence, 24/7, any time they feel like it.
“don’t think i’m done with you, by the way,” yoongi smiles against his lips. “you made me drive all the way home with a boner. there will be consequences.”
jeongguk laughs, helplessly; he can’t even pretend he isn’t on the edge of his seat, just waiting to be put in his place.
he’s the luckiest freaking guy alive.