got7; don't knock (while i'm inside)
Title : Don't Knock (While I'm Inside)
Fandom : GOT7
Pairing : JB/Youngjae
Length : 2211 words
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Jaebum is on fire. Youngjae lights a match around him.
Warning : Barebacking, semi-public handjob
don't knock (while i'm inside)
Choi Youngjae is such a tease.
It’s a common knowledge among the members, actually, with the amount of pranks he throws at the group with Jackson and Bambam, but Jaebum knows better as a leader and a roommate, of course. Everyday Youngjae is playful and fun, but above all of them, he’s a mischievous little shit and only Jaebum knows that.
(Jaebum can’t forget that one day Youngjae purposefully slept naked and clung to him for practically five hours, and laughed at Jaebum and his obvious boner for the rest of the day. The members didn’t say anything, but Jinyoung had eyed him in curiosity, and Jaebum only shrugged it off.
Youngjae had made up for it later-a messy blowjob in the shower with him giggling nonstop against Jaebum’s crotch-and Jaebum was almost exploded with frustration when suddenly Youngjae stopped laughing and took him whole to his mouth, leaving Jaebum choked and gasped for air.
Yes, Choi Youngjae is a jerk like that.)
Radio DJ-ing with Youngjae isn’t something hard, mainly because Youngjae is naturally a talker. He’s very good at making jokes, reading fan letters in various voices and tones and it lightens up the studio with laughter. Everyone seems to like him (who doesn’t anyway?), and the members are slowly going along with his blunt jokes-except one person, and it’s Jaebum.
Jaebum tries to concentrate on a paper in front of him when he feels Youngjae’s palm landed on his thigh, dangerously close to his groin. It shouldn’t be a problem, Jaebum thinks, but his mind goes blank when Youngjae scratches gently against the fabric which effectively sends Jaebum shivered on his seat. Youngjae turns his head, smiling wide innocently (“Isn’t it, hyung?” he asks. Haha, like Jaebum could manage to hear whatever he was saying). Jaebum clears his throat and swats Youngjae’s hand, before smiling as wide and nodding his head. The other members laugh hysterically, but Jaebum doesn’t want to care.
Youngjae has actually planned to fuck Jaebum up that night.
The feather like touches don’t stop, instead it increases with every deep breath Jaebum draws when he tries hard to control himself and not to push Youngjae to the floor and grind his hip on the younger’s in front of these people in the studio. Youngjae keeps talking easily like nothing’s happened, fingers skimming on Jaebum’s zipper and playfully tugs it down, going up to unbutton his pants without any difficulties.
Jaebum coughs; quickly covers his mouth with one hand because the whole nation is listening to them right now and Jaebum can’t get caught resisting his moans because a brat is slowly massaging his sensitive area with those expert fingers. The way Youngjae’s face isn’t changed a bit though he’s fully aware whatever he does is making Jaebum hard on his pants is painfully hot.
“And so, we ended up eating cup noodles for a week,” says Youngjae, pressing his palm flat on Jaebum’s bulge at the exactly same time when he asks, “It was fun, right, Jaebum hyung?”
A choked sound is what he gets in return, and Youngjae smirks victoriously beside him. The members are staring wide-eyed at Jaebum, sensing something’s wrong.
“Is Jaebum hyung okay?” Yugyeom asks, holding his microphone so they won’t broadcast his voice. Jaebum frantically nods, but nothing comes out from his mouth to answer with Youngjae slipping his hand through his briefs and squeeze at his cock enough for Jaebum to stop breathing for a moment.
“Our leader hyung is very excited, but he doesn’t feel really good today. How about cheering him with good songs?” Youngjae takes over the situation. “I have a playlist of cute, cheerful summer songs that I prepared wholeheartedly for our listeners. Our song Just Right is also on the list, so please listen to them well!”
Jaebum fastens his pants and abruptly throws his headphone off, excusing himself to the bathroom with face flushed and red bangs stick on his forehead. Youngjae follows him (“He’s my roommate, of course I know what would he need when he’s like this. Don’t worry!”) and the members just stare at each other, shrugging. Another common knowledge on the dorm: Youngjae and Jaebum have too much secrets and no one is interested enough to find out.
Jaebum pins Youngjae to the empty bathroom stall and kisses him roughly, lips meet teeth and tongue in impatient moves. Youngjae kisses back with as much excitement and cards his fingers through Jaebum’s red locks, the color matches perfectly with his milky white skin. Jaebum bites Youngjae’s bottom lip, shoving his tongue down the younger’s throat when his lips part to moan in response.
“You’re such a dick,” Jaebum grumbles against Youngjae’s lips. “You need to stop being a tease or I’ll have to punish you.”
“I’d rather be punished,” Youngjae replies. Jaebum presses his body harder on Youngjae, and the younger chokes out a moan. “Is this what you mean by punishment?”
“No, I won’t be too nice. We can discuss it later, but you need to finish what you’ve started.”
“I can’t-” Youngjae’s breath hitches when Jaebum touches the skin beneath his shirt, cold fingertips burning against hot skin of his abdomen and Youngjae feels hot hot hot, “Hyung, I can’t suck you off right now. Who’s going to do all the talk? We’re in the middle of a schedule right now.”
“Exactly, we have a job, Youngjae. Why did you tease me with a handjob when you know that we’re in the middle of a schedule?” Jaebum trails kisses on Youngjae’s jaw, down to his neck, sucks a bruise on his collarbone just right below the collar would hide it. Youngjae bites his lower lip, trying to muffle the sound on his throat.
“H-Hyung…”
“What? What do you want me to do? We don’t have much time, the others are going to wonder where we are, and we’re still going to talk a lot until the broadcast ends. What are we supposed to do now?”
Jaebum talks while his hands roaming everywhere on Youngjae’s body, touching carefully on every inch of Youngjae’s burning skin. Jaebum is on fire and Youngjae lights a match around him, so Youngjae has to get the flame on himself. Both of them are painfully hard right now, Jaebum can feel Youngjae’s erection poking him between his thighs. He ducks his head on the crook of Youngjae’s neck and grinds down against the younger’s slimmer hips-earning a loud unexpected moan from him. The moans get louder as Jaebum starts palming him through his jeans, he can already smell how wet Youngjae is down there.
“You’re making too much noises,” Jaebum says, nipping on sweaty skin below Youngjae’s earlobe. “I ask you a question, answer it.”
“I-fuck, I don’t care, just do something. Oh my god, hyung-”
Jaebum pulls back to stare at Youngjae’s eyes, arms still pressing to the wall on each side of Youngjae’s body and trapping him. “Should I leave now? I bet you’re going to jerk yourself off if I really do that, moaning my name in a filthy way just like when you ask me to go harder, deeper on you. Am I right? You’ll jerk off imagining your hands were mine, and I’m biting and marking your skin so everyone would know who are you belong to.”
Youngjae ruts his hip up, the friction is so delicious he almost cries. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t tease you like that again. I’m sorry hyung, please-just, fuck me. I can’t-”
“But I don’t have lube-”
“-On my back pocket.”
Jaebum smirks, “You’re preparing for this, huh? Horny little kitty.”
Youngjae impatiently unbuttons his pants and pulls it down along with his boxers after Jaebum got the lube, and he whines when Jaebum suddenly freezes on his spot.
“What’s it, now?”
“Where’s the condom?”
Youngjae rolls his eyes. “I’m not the one who is going to use it, why would I have one?”
“Then, it’s a no.” Jaebum says simply, “I’m not going to fuck you without a condom. It may hurt you, you know. And I’m not going to do anything that may hurt you. Take your pants, we’re finished.”
“Oh come on,” Youngjae holds Jaebum’s wrist, holding it firmly. “I’ve gotten you raw in me before, do you think I can’t do it without protection? It’s not like we’re going to die right after.”
“Safety comes first.” Jaebum insists, but Youngjae is back with his light touches on Jaebum’s skin, and it makes Jaebum dizzy within seconds. This fucking bastard.
“Turn around and face the wall,” Jaebum commands, voice deep and husky. “And please, try not to make loud suspicious sounds.”
In fact, it’s hard to suppress any sounds when Jaebum is pounding hard into Youngjae, bare chest pressed against his back. Their clothes are safely hanging on the bathroom’s hanger, pants pooled on their ankles and it makes moving impossibly hard due to the lack of space. But Jaebum has his way to still fuck the daylight out of Youngjae, the obscene sound of skins slapping can probably be heard from miles away.
Jaebum presses a finger on the corner of Youngjae’s mouth, forcing his mouth to open and Youngjae diligently laps the digit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Jaebum groans, putting another two fingers in and Youngjae hollows his cheeks, sucking greedily. Jaebum finds an angle that rams him deeper in Youngjae, the younger almost screeches if Jaebum didn’t quickly cover his mouth with his palm.
“Shut up, someone’s here.” Jaebum whispers, heart thudding on his ribs. Youngjae can feel his own heart hammering through his rib cage-somewhere between high from being fucked so hard and a shock from another party’s arrival.
“Jaebum hyung? Are you in there?”
It’s a voice they’ve heard so often. It’s from someone familiar, it’s Yugyeom.
“Yugyeom?” Jaebum calls back. “What are you doing?”
“Looking for you, because you’re not coming back after ten minutes… I thought something might had happened.”
“Tell him to go,” Youngjae hisses, “I’m going to cut your fucking dick off if you’re leaving me like this.”
“I have a better idea,” Jaebum promises, but Youngjae knows better does not mean any better. Jaebum shifts and wraps Youngjae’s cock with his long fingers-Youngjae’s head falls to Jaebum’s shoulder in silent cry.
“Yeah, I’m not feeling really good, but I’m okay.” Jaebum starts moving his hip again, bites his lower lip when Youngjae clenches around him, “Do you need something, Yugyeom?”
“Ah, no,” Jaebum can picture the youngest on the group is looking down, playing with his toes. “Actually, I don’t think it’s appropriate to tell you this in… bathroom, but I just want to say we’re all worrying about you. You’re always there when we had a problem, so we want to do the same for you.”
“Ah-thank, thank you,” Jaebum strokes Youngjae’s cock fast and hard, ignoring Youngjae’s constant pinches on his arm because I’m going to fucking scream with you doing this to me, but there’s our maknae outside and he can’t hear us fucking on public bathroom. “I don’t want to make you guys worry about me. I’m sorry. I’ll try to be more open with my concerns and share it with you all, okay?”
Jaebum finishes his sentence with his thumb circling Youngjae’s slit, and that’s all it takes for Youngjae to fall over the edge. He bites his hand hard enough to leave marks and comes on Jaebum’s hand-Jaebum keeps pumping him until the last drop.
“…Okay,” Yugyeom says, “Uh, are you really okay, hyung? Do you have constipation? Mark hyung has some medicine in the car, I can ask manager hyung to-”
“No! I mean, no, I’m okay, I’ll get out in a minute,” Jaebum wants to laugh, but the laughter dies on the tip of his tongue when his orgasm coils on his stomach as Youngjae keeps clenching around his dick, and with three more thrusts he comes inside Youngjae’s tight hole. Youngjae almost passes out with the pressure of not letting out any sound, and so does Jaebum.
“Are you sure, hyung?” asks Yugyeom again, starting to sound doubtful.
“Yeah,” answers Jaebum, breathing hard on Youngjae’s ear and neck. “I’m okay. But if you really want to help, can you get me a cold drink? I’m feeling a little bit hot.”
“Sure, I’ll bring it to the studio. And if you meet Youngjae hyung, can you tell him the break is almost over? PD-nim is looking for both of you.”
“I get it. Five minutes, I promise.”
Youngjae presses the side of his face on the cold stall, trying to regain his breath. “You’re a total asshole,” he says to Jaebum, who has magically dressed again. Youngjae is still half naked, sweat making his skin sticky and he feels gross.
“Yes, thank you for you who started the whole thing,” the elder smiles sweetly and gently kisses Youngjae’s forehead. “Come on, I’ll help you clean up. I promised Yugyeom five minutes, remember?”
“You’re still an asshole,” Youngjae pouts when Jaebum wipes him clean with a tissue. Jaebum laughs, pecks on Youngjae’s lips loudly before unlocking the bathroom door and lets Youngjae step out first.
“Yes, whatever, I love you too.”
notes:
1) i'm sorry
2) i've been thinking about this for three days straight and then i talked with my cousin, and she made me wrote this.
3) i'm not sorry for viechan hAHAHAHAHAH
4) does this count as pwp?