Boredness and Urges
Boredness and Urges
Pairing: JinKook
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jeongkook, Seokjin and Namjoon were goofing off taking harmless selcas. That was until someone's mind started to wander dangerously and urges emerged.
Note: A drabble that started as teasing a friend on twitter based on a pic below and turned into well this haha
Waiting for the their slot on a music show was boring. There was only so many things moves you could go over in the limited space of the dressing room. Only so many times you could go over your lines that are more difficult for you. Which means, the boys turned to a favorite pastime of theirs.
Selcas!
Bangtan took a lot and even competed amongst each other on who got the most retweets and faves on twitter. It was fun. At least for a little while. Jeongkook was growing bored of doing them. Currently, Seokjin, himself in the middle and Namjoon on his left were taking a series of pictures each a new pose on the red love seat. There had to be something more fun than this. People began filtering out of the dressing room though, it looked like they would be up soon. Which means they normally went into the hallways and watched the tvs that held the current performances going on. Ended up just being the three on the love seat left, talking amongst themselves. Jeongkook kept looking at Seokjin's lips. They looked extra smooth and plump today. Noona did a good job on them with the make-up. Then again Seokjin's lips never really needed anything.
Bored.
Bored...lips..
Bored....lips..
The lips were winning, so perhaps Jeongkook could just shove Namjoon off and they could go at it right there. Shaking his head Jeongkook tried to clear the images from his mind. Only to have them reappear a few seconds later, not even keeping up with the conversation as there was an urge growing beneath the ridiculously snug skinny jeans coordi noona had put him in.
To hell with it!
He pushed Namjoon off the couch just had he had been thinking about and turned to the eldest hyung. Namjoon let out a 'Oof' and a "Yah! What do you think you're- Oh.." and fell silent. Jeongkook shoving Seokjin down, pinning his hands down and crashing their lips together sloppily, to hungry to care while grinding his hips into his. Seokjin groans into the kiss at the friction. He lifts his head to take control more but Jeongkook nips his lip hard and presses him back down to roll his hips again while kissing along his jaw to his ear, telling him huskily "Let me take care of you hyung." tugging on Seokjin's earlobe, licking down his neck, sliding one hand between them to undo Seokjin's pants and palm him through his boxers. seokjin's hips buck reflexively to the maknae's touch and Jeongkook chuckles against his collarbone "Impatient, hyung?" Seokjin groans in response and Jeongkook slips his hand into the slit in the boxers so he can feel Seokjin skin against skin.
Palming him faster, Seokjin's dick is straining painfully against his clothes, hips beginning to move on their own in his bodies own way of whining for release from these binds and Jeongkook's warm touch.the Maknae removes his hand, kissing him deeply to silence any complaints from him, a hand roughly going into his hair yanking his head back," I want to fuck you now." Seokjin growls and Jeongkook just rolls his hips again with a devilish smirk, "Too bad hyung, that's my job today." The cheekiness in his voice just pisses him off more but considering that Jeongkook literally had him by the dick, who was he to complain? Pulling down his pants and boxers, Jeongkook quickly disposed of them as well as Seokjin's watching his hyungs dick slap hard against his stomach. Leaning over him he licked from the base to the tip, while his hand cupped Seokjin's balls. He massaged them in sync with each motion of his tongue around Seokjin's shaft.
The older man had his shirt pulled into his mouth to muffle the moans, as they weren't the only ones here that day. For all they knew Namjoon was still on the floor watching. He yanked on Jeongkook's hair again, "Enough." The younger nodded, "Okay, Seokjin hyung, I won't tease you anymore." he said but licked the slit clean of the sticky precum then took just the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it a few times. Seokjin dug his nails into the loveseat, hips bucking. "Fuuck, Jeongkook-ah" he said with a deep moan. A chuckle could be heard again, the younger was enjoying this too much. Forcing two fingers into Seokjin's mouth, he wet them amply and Jeongkook quickly prepared himself, probably not as much as he should have but despite his pokerface he was very eager as well. Gripping Seokjin's dick in his hand he eased it into his twitching hole and once he had about half in, the maknae just slammed down on the rest, drawing out a long, deep moan with a string of profanities laced through it and the thought of being quiet instantly erased from Seokjin's mind. his hands instinctively went to Jeongkook's hips but the younger slapped them away as he began to move. "I'm taking care of you Seokjin thing." he says as he works his hips, moving up and down, over and over again.
He would pull up just enough so that Seokjin was almost all the way out of him then slamming back down and it sent shivers of pleasure down Seokjin's spine. He couldn't control his hips, they wanted to thrust into Jeongkook so hard but the maknae would press his hands down on them so he couldn't move. It was so sexy and so frustrating all at the same time. Seokjin never took his eyes off of Jeongkook, wanting to see every moment of it. Each facial expression, from the devious demanding boy he was being to the now more wanton one, in front of him reaching for his own dick to start pumping. Seokjin would have done it for him but he knew he'd just get told no, so he watched trying not to buck his hips as Jeongkook was falling deeper into the waves of pleasure hitting him, making the most beautiful sounds from those sweet lips that he was just tasting only moments ago. Jeongkook was close, rocking his hips more erratically as well as pumping his own dick steadily faster.
Seokjin thought it'd be safe to thrust into him now but Jeongkook glared at him so hard, it was too hot to handle, digging his nails into Jeongkook's thighs he managed to stop himself from fucking themaknae so hard. The way Jeongkook was clenching around him,was too much and each time Jeongkook slammed down into him Seokjin moaned deeper than the last. The younger hit his limit and was moaning so loud as a stream of cum streaked across Seokjin's chest, and even landed on his cheek. However, he couldn't careless as his orgasm was taking over him and this time no one was stopping him from thrusting into Jeongkook as hard as he wanted. The two stayed there panting, the only noise in the room until finally Jeongkook got off of him and a small part of the hyung frowned but they both knew they didn't have time for anything more. In fact they didn't even have time for that. Seokjin looked down and cursed at his shirt all sticky with the maknae's cum.
Their coordi Noona was going to kill them. Correction kill him. Everyone loved the golden maknae to ever truly scold him, except maybe Yoongi but even that was iffy. Give me your shirt, we're switching." Seokjin wiped the cum off his cheek, sucking it off his finger, luckily it was still warm. Jeongkook looked at him with those innocent eyes as he sat up. Such bull innocent was such a facade. He pointed to his shirt. Jeongkook had the decency to look sheepish, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry, hyung." he pulled off his shirt and handed it to you. "Thanks Kookie, you know Coordi noona likes you better." Jeongkook smirked and got dressed with what little clothes he had left. "Of course, I'm the Golden Maknae. The best." He walked next to Seokjin, speaking right next to his ear. "Right, Seokjin-ah?" He felt that right in his groin where he shouldn't be feeling a thing. Clenching his teeth, he told Jeongkook to get out of there before he smacked him and all Seokjin could hear as he got dressed was that damn sexy chuckle he had heard just moments ago in such a different situation.
Much to Namjoon's dismay as he would realize later, neither Jeongkook nor Seokjin had even cared nor noticed that he had left them in privacy. Of course not without some grumbling, shaking his head and scrunching up his nose as he tried to wipe clean the images he had gotten into his head from clearly a much too hormone raging teenage starting it all. Little did either of them know, before he left he snapped a picture. Payback was a bitch, and Namjoon would be collecting for his grievances. Okay it's not really payback but that doesn't mean that Namjoon is above giving them a bit of hell for it.
Pairing: JinKook
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jeongkook, Seokjin and Namjoon were goofing off taking harmless selcas. That was until someone's mind started to wander dangerously and urges emerged.
Note: A drabble that started as teasing a friend on twitter based on a pic below and turned into well this haha
Waiting for the their slot on a music show was boring. There was only so many things moves you could go over in the limited space of the dressing room. Only so many times you could go over your lines that are more difficult for you. Which means, the boys turned to a favorite pastime of theirs.
Selcas!
Bangtan took a lot and even competed amongst each other on who got the most retweets and faves on twitter. It was fun. At least for a little while. Jeongkook was growing bored of doing them. Currently, Seokjin, himself in the middle and Namjoon on his left were taking a series of pictures each a new pose on the red love seat. There had to be something more fun than this. People began filtering out of the dressing room though, it looked like they would be up soon. Which means they normally went into the hallways and watched the tvs that held the current performances going on. Ended up just being the three on the love seat left, talking amongst themselves. Jeongkook kept looking at Seokjin's lips. They looked extra smooth and plump today. Noona did a good job on them with the make-up. Then again Seokjin's lips never really needed anything.
Bored.
Bored...lips..
Bored....lips..
The lips were winning, so perhaps Jeongkook could just shove Namjoon off and they could go at it right there. Shaking his head Jeongkook tried to clear the images from his mind. Only to have them reappear a few seconds later, not even keeping up with the conversation as there was an urge growing beneath the ridiculously snug skinny jeans coordi noona had put him in.
To hell with it!
He pushed Namjoon off the couch just had he had been thinking about and turned to the eldest hyung. Namjoon let out a 'Oof' and a "Yah! What do you think you're- Oh.." and fell silent. Jeongkook shoving Seokjin down, pinning his hands down and crashing their lips together sloppily, to hungry to care while grinding his hips into his. Seokjin groans into the kiss at the friction. He lifts his head to take control more but Jeongkook nips his lip hard and presses him back down to roll his hips again while kissing along his jaw to his ear, telling him huskily "Let me take care of you hyung." tugging on Seokjin's earlobe, licking down his neck, sliding one hand between them to undo Seokjin's pants and palm him through his boxers. seokjin's hips buck reflexively to the maknae's touch and Jeongkook chuckles against his collarbone "Impatient, hyung?" Seokjin groans in response and Jeongkook slips his hand into the slit in the boxers so he can feel Seokjin skin against skin.
Palming him faster, Seokjin's dick is straining painfully against his clothes, hips beginning to move on their own in his bodies own way of whining for release from these binds and Jeongkook's warm touch.the Maknae removes his hand, kissing him deeply to silence any complaints from him, a hand roughly going into his hair yanking his head back," I want to fuck you now." Seokjin growls and Jeongkook just rolls his hips again with a devilish smirk, "Too bad hyung, that's my job today." The cheekiness in his voice just pisses him off more but considering that Jeongkook literally had him by the dick, who was he to complain? Pulling down his pants and boxers, Jeongkook quickly disposed of them as well as Seokjin's watching his hyungs dick slap hard against his stomach. Leaning over him he licked from the base to the tip, while his hand cupped Seokjin's balls. He massaged them in sync with each motion of his tongue around Seokjin's shaft.
The older man had his shirt pulled into his mouth to muffle the moans, as they weren't the only ones here that day. For all they knew Namjoon was still on the floor watching. He yanked on Jeongkook's hair again, "Enough." The younger nodded, "Okay, Seokjin hyung, I won't tease you anymore." he said but licked the slit clean of the sticky precum then took just the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it a few times. Seokjin dug his nails into the loveseat, hips bucking. "Fuuck, Jeongkook-ah" he said with a deep moan. A chuckle could be heard again, the younger was enjoying this too much. Forcing two fingers into Seokjin's mouth, he wet them amply and Jeongkook quickly prepared himself, probably not as much as he should have but despite his pokerface he was very eager as well. Gripping Seokjin's dick in his hand he eased it into his twitching hole and once he had about half in, the maknae just slammed down on the rest, drawing out a long, deep moan with a string of profanities laced through it and the thought of being quiet instantly erased from Seokjin's mind. his hands instinctively went to Jeongkook's hips but the younger slapped them away as he began to move. "I'm taking care of you Seokjin thing." he says as he works his hips, moving up and down, over and over again.
He would pull up just enough so that Seokjin was almost all the way out of him then slamming back down and it sent shivers of pleasure down Seokjin's spine. He couldn't control his hips, they wanted to thrust into Jeongkook so hard but the maknae would press his hands down on them so he couldn't move. It was so sexy and so frustrating all at the same time. Seokjin never took his eyes off of Jeongkook, wanting to see every moment of it. Each facial expression, from the devious demanding boy he was being to the now more wanton one, in front of him reaching for his own dick to start pumping. Seokjin would have done it for him but he knew he'd just get told no, so he watched trying not to buck his hips as Jeongkook was falling deeper into the waves of pleasure hitting him, making the most beautiful sounds from those sweet lips that he was just tasting only moments ago. Jeongkook was close, rocking his hips more erratically as well as pumping his own dick steadily faster.
Seokjin thought it'd be safe to thrust into him now but Jeongkook glared at him so hard, it was too hot to handle, digging his nails into Jeongkook's thighs he managed to stop himself from fucking themaknae so hard. The way Jeongkook was clenching around him,was too much and each time Jeongkook slammed down into him Seokjin moaned deeper than the last. The younger hit his limit and was moaning so loud as a stream of cum streaked across Seokjin's chest, and even landed on his cheek. However, he couldn't careless as his orgasm was taking over him and this time no one was stopping him from thrusting into Jeongkook as hard as he wanted. The two stayed there panting, the only noise in the room until finally Jeongkook got off of him and a small part of the hyung frowned but they both knew they didn't have time for anything more. In fact they didn't even have time for that. Seokjin looked down and cursed at his shirt all sticky with the maknae's cum.
Their coordi Noona was going to kill them. Correction kill him. Everyone loved the golden maknae to ever truly scold him, except maybe Yoongi but even that was iffy. Give me your shirt, we're switching." Seokjin wiped the cum off his cheek, sucking it off his finger, luckily it was still warm. Jeongkook looked at him with those innocent eyes as he sat up. Such bull innocent was such a facade. He pointed to his shirt. Jeongkook had the decency to look sheepish, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry, hyung." he pulled off his shirt and handed it to you. "Thanks Kookie, you know Coordi noona likes you better." Jeongkook smirked and got dressed with what little clothes he had left. "Of course, I'm the Golden Maknae. The best." He walked next to Seokjin, speaking right next to his ear. "Right, Seokjin-ah?" He felt that right in his groin where he shouldn't be feeling a thing. Clenching his teeth, he told Jeongkook to get out of there before he smacked him and all Seokjin could hear as he got dressed was that damn sexy chuckle he had heard just moments ago in such a different situation.
Much to Namjoon's dismay as he would realize later, neither Jeongkook nor Seokjin had even cared nor noticed that he had left them in privacy. Of course not without some grumbling, shaking his head and scrunching up his nose as he tried to wipe clean the images he had gotten into his head from clearly a much too hormone raging teenage starting it all. Little did either of them know, before he left he snapped a picture. Payback was a bitch, and Namjoon would be collecting for his grievances. Okay it's not really payback but that doesn't mean that Namjoon is above giving them a bit of hell for it.