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Yoongi’s feeling very needy and he can’t find his starfish.
Hoseok and Seokjin were trying to get him to focus on playing chess but Yoongi wouldn't stop trying to chew the little wooden pieces, so they sent him off to look for his teething toy.
And it’s hard, it’s so hard for Yoongi. He’s never been able to figure out if it’s a vampire thing, or just a Yoongi thing, how badly he needs his mouth distracted sometimes. Everywhere he checks he can’t seem to find the little rubber starfish, and he’s getting more and more discouraged. He really can’t find it anywhere.
Yoongi tries to stuff his fingers in his mouth, but it isn’t enough. He needs to be overwhelmed, or allowed to bite, and right now he isn’t getting either.
He crawls back to the living room, unnoticed by the humans, and dives underneath the dinner table.
Yoongi crawls on his hands and knees, feeling a little desperate as he crawls towards the closest one, Hoseok, and sits and quickly undoes the human’s pants. He’s pretty sure they’re playing chess against each other now, he hears Hoseok mutter something and Seokjin make an amused noise.
They keep playing. Yoongi digs in Hoseok’s underwear, taking out his cock and balls and leaning down to quickly suck at the base of his dick, and suck almost frantically at one of his balls. Overtop of the table Hoseok inhales sharply, his legs shifting.
“Something the matter there, friend?” Seokjin teases, laughing.
Hoseok grunts, shifts. “V’e got a whore on his knees for me under the table,” he explains.
“A whore in our sacred house?” Seokjin’s amused. “Is that so?”
“Mhm, that’s right. Don’t even have to pay it, this one’s so desperate for cock.”
Seokjin laughs. “Well we’ve got a game going, focus on it.”
Yoongi answers by taking Hoseok’s length right into his mouth. It’s still hardening up so he goes right to the base, swallowing and sucking and huffing out through his nose. It’s so easy like this when Hoseok’s pretty much soft. He pokes it with his tongue, laves over the skin, tasting and toying with him. The soft sounds of chess continue above, now highlighted by Yoongi’s sucking and rustling. As Hoseok starts to feel heavier into his mouth, Yoongi starts to gag, feels satisfaction curl in his belly. He reaches up to grip Hoseok’s hand, guide it to his hair and squeeze.
Hoseok gets the message and presses down with both hands, forcing Yoongi to stay there and choke on it. The vampire gags harder, tears forming in his eyes, and fucking moans at the satisfying feeling.
Hoseok’s breathing has gotten harder above the table, his hand fists so tightly in Yoongi’s hair that it fucking burns. Hoseok uses the vampire’s head, grinding it up and down over the base of his cock. Wet, warm drool gushes over his dick and balls, coats his clothes as Yoongi chokes loudly. His fingers twitch, almost letting up, but Yoongi moans in protest and they tighten again.
“God, fuck,” Hoseok grunts, breathing hard. His leg slings over Yoongi’s shoulder and the vampire wiggles closer, fitting the entire cock inside Yoongi’s mouth, as deep as possible. Yoongi starts to feel light-headed, his throat bobbing and jaw aching, but he still arches into it, keening in his throat as Hoseok’s pants reach his ears.
The game is kind of forgotten, Seokjin staring in mild amusement across the table as Hoseok moans and moans. His fingers reach down to Yoongi’s throat, pushing against it so he can feel it rub against his dick. Drool gushes from Yoongi’s sputtering mouth. His chin and cheeks and Hoseok’s one thigh are wet with it, the vampire’s face strained. His hands grip at hoseok’s calves, almost as if holding him there. Hoseok pulls roughly at Yoongi’s hair and the vampire cries against his dick.
“You like it, don’t you?” Hoseok gasps. “You’re enjoying this even more than I am. Fucking selfish. Look at you. I’m surprised you’re not humping my leg.”
Yoongi sobs and shuffles his hips forward, straddling Hoseok’s foot and grinding against his ankle.
Hoseok laughs, fucking laughs down at him, before he works his mouth and spits on him. The spittle lands right on the vampire’s cheek. Yoongi visibly flinches, Hoseok’s foot coming up and crushing Yoongi’s cocklet, grinding hard. When Yoongi tries to pull back Hoseok grips his hair harder, keeping him there.
Yoongi’s lungs are shuddering, his mind drunk from what's likely a lack of oxygen, but he can tell Hoseok is so close and he can’t bear to pull back now. More drool washes down his chin as he fights himself to stay down, with the help of Hoseok’s force. He retches, his face a disaster, and Hoseok bucks in twice and cums.
Hoseok draws out after a few seconds, his cock shooting cum onto the vampire’s lips. Yoongi’s mouth drops wide open so he can pant roughly. Hoseok strokes his dick, painting Yoongi’s tongue with his release as his other hand keeps the vampire’s head up to take it. The vampire is shaking, almost cross-eyed, his jaw completely slack from use.
When Hoseok’s done he sighs in satisfaction, letting go of Yoongi, the vampire slumping over onto the carpet, still panting. He draws his pants up and re-collects himself, rubbing his cock gently as it starts to feel the numbing effects of Yoongi’s venom. It’s not a big deal, it’ll wear off, he mutters, and then turns back to the game, considering his next move.
They play while Yoongi recovers, panting on the carpet, touching his aching throat and letting his tongue slowly move. They finish and talk about dinner, about how they want pasta but they’re out of garlic. Hoseok volunteers to go shopping, and ducks under the table to give their bleary Yoongi the starfish he had hidden all this time, and a little kiss.
When he finally catches his breath and rights himself, he stumbles into the kitchen with his toy as Seokjin finishes cooking the noodles. He had decided to just make macaroni and cheese instead of pasta with red sauce and Hoseok’s garlic. He pours them into a bowl on the counter, stirring slowly. He cuts cubes of cold butter and sprinkles them into the pasta, mixing them in with stringy cheese.
Yoongi’s got his starfish back in his mouth, but he’s got a new problem. He’s still hard from Hoseok’s treatment and hot, so the wet, slick sounds of mixing reach his ears and go straight to the horny part of his brain. He crawls up onto a bare counter, sitting there, watching idly. He subtly crosses his thighs, squirms, uncrosses them. Seokjin keeps mixing and Yoongi sniffs, watches.
He finally finishes and comes over, kissing Yoongi once, slow and firm. ”I’m gonna go have a shower, I should be done before Hoseokkie gets back, so be good while I’m gone.”
Yoongi nods once quickly, watching his human pad up the stairs, already unbuttoning his shirt for the shower. For a moment he sits obediently, but then his attentions strays back to the gently steaming bowl.
Yoongi jumps off the counter, crossing the kitchen to see it. It’s cooling quickly, but the steam caresses his face warmly. He reaches up to take the spoon, slowly stirring it. He purses his lips and blows, trying to help cool it. That’s what he's doing. He’s helping.
But his cock aches. He can feel it getting excited all over again in his pants as he peers into the gooey mess of macaroni, glistening, clinging together with strings of cheese. He doesn't know why, like his body knows what it’s doing before he himself does. His thumb slides into the bowl, gingerly touching the hot noodles at the edge.
Yoongi steels himself, setting it down on the floor and reaching down to squeeze his cock. He leans over the bowl, the smell wafting strongly around him. Moving by instinct, he unbuttons his shorts and slides them down, his little cock bobbing in the open. It feels cool in the breezy kitchen, which has open windows. He crawls on top of the warm bowl, lowering his dick and giving a soft little moan as his slit pushes against a cluster of noodles. The buttery coating warms his dick, spreads easily over his sensitive little head. He keeps slowly lowering his hips, sinking the tip of his dick through the cheese, pushing it in and whimpering as the slick heat envelops his tiny cock. It feels incredible. Yoongi hasn’t really fucked before, his cock is just too tiny to properly push into anything. But this works well enough, cheese and butter gushing out around his length as he ruts it in slowly. His hips knock against the bowl with every little rut. It’s a little difficult since he’s so small, but luckily the bowl is really full.
The sticky heat envelops his dick with each jerk of his hips as he fucks a little hole into the macaroni, and when it gets too loose he shifts forward, changing his spot and fucking into it again. He’s letting out low little moans now, driven by the hump of his own hips, wet, slick sounds reaching his ears as he fucks into the noodles.
Yoongi draws his dick out, the little thing glistening with sauce. He grabs it between two fingers, furiously tugging on it to try and get more friction. He works it quickly, starting to pant before leaning back down to rub his dick through the noodles again. They’re so slick and hot, like nothing he’s felt before, clinging to his shaft and dripping back into the bowl as he jerks his hips. His little moans fill the room as he pleasures himself, his hand coated in oily butter. It makes his quick little pumps feel even better.
Seokjin comes in moments later, finds Yoongi grinding into the bowl where he left his pasta, and for a moment he’s actually shocked to silence. Then he lets out a low, cackling laugh, and Yoongi freezes. “Baby, what are you doing?”
Yoongi whimpers once, his wide, guilty eyes flitting over to Seokjin’s unimpressed face.
“You’re not, are you? Please tell me you’re not trying to fuck the macaroni,” Seokjin pauses to laugh again, shaking his head. “Your dick is barely even going in, and you tried anyway, didn’t you?”
Yoongi pulls back, moving away from the macaroni like it’ll hide the strings of cheese sticking to his dick, the butter glistening on it.
“How many times do you need to be told?” Seokjin sighs. Yoongi thinks he’s about to be dragged but Seokjin kneels down, unbuttoning his own pants and sliding them down to his knees. He smirks at Yoongi’s bewildered expression, turning delicately. He gazes back over his shoulder, sharp eyes mocking. “Go ahead. Now’s your big chance to prove yourself, show you can make yourself useful. Just try and fuck something real.”
Yoongi feels his heart pound, his expression determined as he comes close. He can do this. He wants to do this.
“Don’t you dare use your hands.” Jin murmurs, and Yoongi recoils like he’s been hit.
He lets out a little whimper, positioning himself so his little cock slides between Jin’s heavenly cheeks. He wants to fuck him, make him moan like Jungkook’s cock did, like Hoseok’s cock does sometimes.
Seokjin reaches back, digging his fingers into his cheeks and prying them apart. “You’re just so eager to show your worth, aren't you?” He murmurs as Yoongi grinds once and whines as his cock doesn't push in. Seokjin’s head turns back and he frowns, “oh, is it already there? Didn’t even feel it.”
Fresh tears form in Yoongi’s eyes as he grinds his oily little cock against Seokjin’s ass. He’s hard, he’s been hard for a while but he’s so small it just slicks up and down over his entrance, sliding and occasionally catching on his rim. When it does he whimpers, grinds in, but in his excitement it slips and slides down to Seokjin’s sac.
The human peers back again, and sighs. ”Just stop trying, you know it’s not gonna happen.” He turns, settling down to his knees and pushing the bowl of macaroni and cheese in Yoongi’s direction. “Fuck this since you still want to get yourself off.”
Yoongi shivers, can’t stop fresh, shameful tears welling up in his eyes as he holds the bowl again carefully, crams his dick in between the creamy noodles and moans. He convinces himself that he’s doing it because Seokjin told him to. That’s why. But he can’t seem to convince his dick, which twitches and throbs in the bowl of food, pleasure rushing through him with every pathetic rut of his hips.
Seokjin watches, an amused look on his handsome face. “God, you’ve got no shame. Slut.”
Yoongi sobs anew at the comment, thrusting harder as he can feel the noodles slide over his leaking slit. The pasta is beyond ruined, he doesn't even feel bad as he cums with a broken little moan, just adding to the mess. He keep thrusting, slicking up his passage even more, mixing in his mess like it’s something to hide.
After Yoongi collapses, sobs on the floor next to it, shaking all over. Seokjin is there after just a second, picking his baby vampire up off the floor and hugging him tightly in his lap. He kisses his wet cheek, rubbing his back slowly. “Baby, are you alright?” He murmurs, his voice a humorous but kind question.
“M- m embarrassed- ” Yoongi sobs, clinging to him. Warmth blossoms in him as Seokjin pets his hair.
“Then baby, why did you do it?” He coos softly, pressing a warm kiss to his eyebrow.
“I wanted to- to cum-” Yoongi shivers, takes a deep breath, and the sobs stop as he just relaxes.
Seokjin sighs deeply, smiling against his cheek. It was an amusing scene, but their dinner is pretty much ruined. He gives a little chuckle, his tone anything but mean. “I guess we should watch you more closely when you’re horny, huh?? Huh, baby?“
Yoongi sniffs, nods quickly. He’s completely wrapped up in Seok’s arms, hiding his face in the hollow of the human’s throat, shoulders squished to his chest.
Hoseok comes home with garlic to this scene and at first can’t quite believe what Seokjin tells him, patting Yoongi’s naughty ass gently as the vampire hides. Hoseok laughs for about five minutes straight and breaks down to join in the cuddle and give Yoongi the love he deserves, cooing at him and thanking him for the incredible blowjob earlier. He agrees with Seokjin that the humiliation of it is more than enough punishment. Yoongi preens under the attention of both of them, holding both of their hands impossibly tight until he drifts off to sleep.